Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (16/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing, homosexual slander, uncaring father, angst… some naughty dressing room behavior, hehehehehe!

Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a pathetic college student that can’t seem to stop writing gay porn! LoL! It’s a sickness really…. or an obsession…. hmmmm. The title is a line from the Veruca Salt song Volcano Girls. I don’t own that either I just think it goes well with the fic and I love Veruca Salt!

Beta: Mistaya

Feedback: I need it to live…

Summary: Jack and Will flee Port Royal and go clothes shopping… they meet two quirky clerks and the fun continues!

Author’s Notes: I think my sister’s boyfriend is trying to bond with me… he thinks he’s figured me out… muwahahahahahahahahaaaa!! Oh lordie…. It’s become blanently obvious to me that I’m writing a romance novel… ug. *glares at Terra* Shame on you! When did you get more control of my brain?!

Author’s Notes 2: *~*~*~* denotes scene change or passage of time and “speech” ‘thoughts’.

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Jack couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous. ‘Oh, yes, that’s right… when I borrowed money from Norrington…’ He shuddered at the memory and tried to concentrate on the road. There were cops everywhere; fortunately they were concentrating more on pulling over cars that looked like they had big trunks, not small open choppers. Will had to admit he still had the instinct to try and get the policemen’s attention.

“I don’t ever want to hear from you again! I have no son! Do you hear me? I. Have. No. Son!!”

Will felt his heart clench at the memory of his father’s words. He had to fight to suppress his tears and he clung to Jack tighter. Just having a warm body to cling to made him feel better; to know that /someone/ was there. Once again Jack had given him the helmet that was too big. He wanted to make Will as incognito as possible. They were so close to the border of town, they could see the sign up ahead telling them they were now leaving Port Royal.

‘Just a little further…’ Jack thought hopefully. They had a pig right on their tail. ‘Shit! All my life I’ve never wished I /didn’t/ look so suspicious as I do right now.’ Jack checked his speedometer to make sure he wasn’t going more than five miles over the speed limit and felt relieved to know he was still safe. It was agonizing to go so slow, but he didn’t want to arouse any suspicion.

Suddenly, the cop car’s lights started flashing and the sirens went off. Both men jumped and Jack could feel Will’s grip tighten significantly around his waist. Jack mentally cursed his own shitty luck and pulled over onto the side. To his relief the cop sped past them and went after the car just up the road that had been switching lanes dangerously trying to get somewhere in a hurry.

A synchronized sigh came from both men as they realized they were still undiscovered. They pulled out of the breakdown lane and continued on their way outside of town without any further trouble.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Jack felt a tap on his shoulder and he leaned back in an attempt to hear what his passenger had to say. Will shouted in his ear, but he couldn’t hear a damn thing over the wind and engine. They were almost to their destination now---they’d been on the road for hours. Half an hour later, when Jack saw the shopping plaza come into view, he pulled into the parking lot and turned off the engine.

“What was that?” he asked, as he got off and stretched his legs. Will bolted off the Black Pearl and ran, bowlegged, to the back of the closest building. Jack found it rather amusing, but still odd. He took the key and then followed. He came around just as Will was coming back. He was smiling tiredly and looked like he’d just had the biggest orgasm of his life.

“And what was that all about?” Jack asked, trying to control his laughter. Will blushed and looked at his feet. Unfortunately that caused his oversized helmet to fall forward and smack him on the nose. He yipped in pain and jerked his head back making it fall off his head completely and he almost strangled himself with the chord.

“Gahhhaackk!” he gasped, falling back in his steps and flailing his arms. He pulled on the buckle causing the helmet to snap back on his head in a loud clunk. He growled and frantically tore at the helmet in a fit of rage. “Rrrrrraaaaaaahhhhhhh!” he roared as he threw the offending object to the ground. Jack watched the panting teen with mild amusement, holding back his giggles.

“You’re so pretty when you’re angry,” Jack purred, coming up to the teen and kissing him passionately. Will was surprised, but he returned it. All the fighting with his archenemy had roused the animal in him and it was nice to have someone to take it out on. When they parted Will sighed contentedly and hugged Jack, resting his head against the older man’s chest.

“So… what /was/ that all about?” Jack asked yet again. Will looked up dreamily before he snapped back to reality.

“Hmm? Oh! I was busting for a pee.” He smiled nervously, wondering if Jack would laugh at him. “You didn’t stop when I asked you half an hour ago and I /really/ had to go then. You scared me, I thought I was going to explode!” Will said seriously, causing his lover to laugh even harder.

“You are priceless, precious.” Jack kissed Will again, more tenderly this time. He didn’t know how long this was going to last, so he was going to soak up every once of the quirky kid he could get. Without admitting it to himself he’d become quite fond of the little maggot and didn’t want their time together to end. “How do you feel about shopping?” Jack asked in his gravely voice, wiggling his eyebrows. Will looked at him confused, but shrugged.

“Um… okay… for what?” he asked, as they broke their embrace and moved back to the Pearl.

“Well, Gilbert still owes us some goodies, and you can’t keep wearing my clothes forever. Although, I do like seeing you in them.”

“That’s stealing! I didn’t say anything before because you were buying food, but we don’t need to buy me a bunch of clothes.” Will seemed rather passionate about the idea and Jack couldn’t understand why.

“Who cares? He won’t really have to pay for it. He’ll report the card stolen and then the credit card company will take care of everything. It all works out in the end, precious… nothing to fret about. Besides, he can obviously afford it!” Jack scoffed. Will frowned at him and crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s still not right.” Jack rolled his eyes, stamped his foot and sighed.

“Who the hell raised you to be so damn moral?” he asked, flabbergasted. “It’s not a big deal. I mean I’m trying to be nice and you throw all this goodie-goodie crap at me!” Will felt his resolve crumblingJackJack’s hurt feelings. The biker seemed legitimately upset that Will didn’t want him to buy him clothes and he was showing it the only way he knew how.

‘It’s still wrong though…’ Will thought dejectedly. He chewed on his lip and looked up at Jack sadly. “O-okay, if you really think I need them… but nothing fancy or name brand.” Jack laughed.

“Where I’m taking you there are no brand names,” he said jovially. “Ever heard of Hot Topic? They’ve become pretty mainstream over the past few years, but you can still find some nice shit if you look hard enough.”

“Do they have nice clothes there? Or is it all the weird stuff you wear?”

Jack scrunched up his face, insulted by the comment.

“Hey! I happen to think /you’re/ the fashion victim,” he shouted indignantly, moving his arms more than he needed to. “With your dress /slacks/---not even fucking pants---/slacks/! And those god-awful shoes, and that dorky button-down concoction! And don’t even get me started on those boxers!” Jack was getting incredibly worked up over such a silly thing that, even though Jack was insulting his fashion sense thoroughly, Will couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re all the same! Even in the Gothic clothing stores, it’s all becoming mainstream. You find this awesome shirt and then go out to the club and twenty other brats have the same shirt! It’s ridiculous! Oh, and don’t even bother trying to get something original. You go to any store that isn’t a chain and you have to save up for three weeks just to buy a shirt with about ten bucks worth of fabric! I can’t believe…” Will placed his index finger to Jack’s lips and let out a surprised, happy yip as Jack drew it into his mouth and nipped it gently.

“Wow… you actually have a passion about something besides choppers,” he said softly. “I’m sorry I questioned your generosity. I’m just not used to all this illegal living,” Will mumbled. He didn’t like the idea of using someone else’s credit card for frivolous spending, but he wasn’t exactly in charge of the situation. “Do they have anything in color there?”

“Don’t worry about it, precious.” Jack comforted, patting Will on the back as they made their way to the shopping plaza. “You’ll look good no matter what you’re wearing.” Will still seemed unsure and nervous though, so Jack nudged him. Will looked at him questioningly and then noticed Jack’s balled up fist at his side. “Look what I have in my hand,” the older man said. Will looked down and Jack grabbed the teen’s hand. “Yours,” he said softly (1).

“I thought you were going to flick a booger at me or something worse,” Will laughed, trying to hide how touched he was at the simple gesture. “That was almost sweet. You better be careful, what would the other bikers say?” Will snorted; he didn’t want Jack to think he impressed him.

“Well I can let go,” Jack snapped, but Will held tighter.

“No, you don’t have to,” he said hurriedly. “I kinda like it… I guess.” He blushed and looked away. Jack just smirked knowingly and led his former hostage into the shopping plaza.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Who’s the girl in all these photos?” Elizabeth asked curiously as she rummaged through Ana’s bag, with the woman’s permission of course. Ana looked up from her book and smiled.

“Just a good friend,” she said sweetly. “She was just in town, but she left yesterday. She has a boyfriend, but he knows we’re occasionally /more/ than friends.” Elizabeth flushed at the innuendo and nodded, making an ‘o’ shape with her mouth. “Oh, did I scare the debutant?” Elizabeth looked at her cynically and flicked her hair.

“I’ll have you know I enjoy both the pole and the hole.” Both ladies looked at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist. I’ve /always/ wanted to use that line!” Lizzie laughed, holding her sides.

“Such dirty talk from such a sweet young thing,” she paused and then looked at Liz in fake mortification. “What would daddy say?!” she ‘gasped’. Elizabeth wiped a tear from her eye and sighed.

“Thanks again, for helping me I mean. I know a lot of ‘upstanding’ people that would have just turned a blind eye---not wanting to get involved.”

“Hey, don’t mention it. Like I said, we gals gotta stick together.” Ana smiled, and then returned to her small novel. Elizabeth looked on curiously.

“Whatcha reading?” she asked, getting off the chair by the window and hoping onto the mattress beside Ana.

“V.C. Andrews, the Orphan series. I didn’t really have parents when I grew up. I was bounced from foster home to foster home until I finally said, "fuck it" and ran away. So the characters speak to me I guess,” she said in a goofy voice, juggling her hand in a mockery of her deep confession. “I know… it’s lame.”

“No, not at all.” Lizzie replied. “I feel the same way about the Wild Flowers Series---bunch of us rich bitches griping about how we have all this money but our parents don’t give a shit about us.” She laughed to lighten the statement, but both knew it wasn’t funny. Ana sighed and stroked the side of Elizabeth’s pale face.

“You know, we come from very different worlds, but we’re a lot alike.” Elizabeth smiled back, locking eyes with the older woman. Ana slowly moved her fingers until she was caressing Liz’s full lips. She kissed Ana’s dark fingers and ran her hand up her leather-clad thigh. “You’re very pretty, Elizabeth,” she breathed.

“As are you…” she replied, leaning in for a chaste kiss. That was all the invitation Ana Maria needed. She chucked the book over her shoulder and pinned Elizabeth with her body, deepening the kiss. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Ana’s dark neck and wrapped her legs around her waist. “You’re not too drunk to do this are you?” She panted as Ana started running her hands down Liz’s body.

“Not if you aren’t too concussed,” Ana laughed. Elizabeth smiled up at her, a mischievous look in her eyes. She knew it was dangerous to trust someone she’d just met in a sleazy club, but for some reason she trusted Ana.

“Well then, show me what you and your friend do…”

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“Now are you sure these tights will fit? And they’re the sparkly kind?” The elderly voice asked, hoisting up her pant leg for no apparent reason. The store manager, a tall, bright-red-haired woman with a cynical expression, cringed and then plastered her ‘work’ smile on.

“Yup. One size fits all, ma’am. I’ve got a few myself… please put your pant leg down.” She suppressed a laugh and resisted the urge to wipe at her eyes for fear of smearing the heavy dark makeup.

“Oh, good. 'Cause I’ve got a really skimpy skirt and I want these really funky tights so I can wow them all.”

“Oh… that’s… /great/… oh Billeh!” She called over her shoulder to the cashier. “Cashier meeting, now!” she shouted, dragging the shorter boy into the back room. She rested her forehead on his shoulder and whined.

“Aww, what’s the matter? Did you just find out Kate Bosworth is engaged to that guy you like?” he teased. He was wearing a fishnet shirt and blue and black plaid bondage pants with his favorite flame Harley boots. She grabbed him by his necklace charm and pulled him up to her level.

“That’s. Not. Funny.” She hissed. “One more remark like that and I’ll break your precious Emo glasses (2).”

“Unhand my rainbow! ‘Tis the source of all my power.” He grabbed the small upside-down, triangle rainbow charm and fixed the chain to make sure it was straight. “So what’s so big that you left the store in the hands of a trainee?” She widened her eyes in realization of her poor managerial skills, but then shrugged it off.

“Meh, she can handle it. I just spent the last twenty minutes helping an eighty year old pick out tights for what appears to be a fetish party!” She squirmed and ran her hands up and down her arms. “Iiiiccckkkkk! I feel so dirty… and not in that good way. Dear…/god/… sometimes I hate this job.” She continued to convulse and pointed to the door. “Is she gone?”

“I think she’s looking at the thongs now.”

“Oh god!”

“Gotcha!” She glared at him, her left eye twitching.

“You are /so/ fired," she said. He laughed and tossed his long black hair over his shoulder in a motion of endearment.

“Ha! You say that every day and I always come back,” he said facetiously.

“Yeah, like the plague.” she muttered, looking over his shoulder and out the door. “Okay, she’s gone. Time to move, agent Tinky Winky.” She pushed him gently out the door and they headed back to managing the tiny outlet, Hot Topic. It was an easy job. The hardest part was trying not to laugh at the parents that visited the store in an attempt to shop for their… /unique/… child. Mostly the duo spent their time fighting over the fine pieces of alternative ass that came into the store.

“Bored now. Music!” Billeh chimed, running to the CD player. His companion tossed him one of their favorite CD’s and told him to just put it on repeat until someone else came into the store. It was an insanely slow day.

“I hate the daylight,” she mused, twirling her hair and watching all the happy children running by. “Mothers and children running around without fear. I could puke.”

“I know, I wish we'd have some hot boys come in. At least then there’d be someone to flirt with… instead of just you.” They both laughed. When ‘The Safety Dance’ by Men Without Hats started blaring on the speakers they started to prance around. They each grabbed a hat from the shelves and Billeh grabbed the blue boa to wrap around his neck. The manager took the giant hook they used to get down the clothes on the ceiling and used it as a cane. The duo was so enraptured in their ceremonial prancing that they failed to notice the two gorgeous men entering their humble gothic store.

“Jack, are they supposed to do that?” Will asked nervously, hiding behind him slightly. The manager almost bashed into them in her twirling. She stopped, mouth hanging open for a moment before she overcame the shock, then she struck the ground with the hook, tipped her top hat, and smiled.

“Welcome to Hot Topic, gentlemen, how may I service you?”

“Oh, that was slick.” Billeh snickered from behind. He pushed past his drooling manager to get a better look at their prospective customers. “I love those pants!” he exclaimed, stroking the side of Jack’s leather pants that tied up the outer seam. The biker smirked and ran his hand through the teen clerk's hair.

“And you’ve got lovely hair,” Jack said seductively. Will glared at Jack and roughly stood in betwixt the two, a jealous look on his face.

“We’re looking for clothes,” he said curtly. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

Billeh was unfazed and took Will by the hand before putting his arm around the younger teen’s shoulder.

“Well then, good thing you came to our little gothic clothing store.” He guided Will over to the discount rack and started showing him some of the items he thought would accentuate the hotness of Will’s figure. “I think this would look really nice on you, and it’s blue!” he said happily, still wearing the boa with pride. Will’s eyes perked up at the shinny blue vinyl pants.

“Oh, wow! Jack, look at these,” he exclaimed, holding them up to his waist to see if the length fit. Jack was deeply involved in a conversation with the manager and didn’t seem to notice at first.

“And then they made me their chief,” he said, smirking and checking out the girl’s outfit. “That’s a great shirt.” She looked down at her 'Dark Cooties' shirt and smiled. It had a little blue cootie in a Shakespearian pose saying: “I am a cootie. I am dark.”

“Why thank you!” She beamed. “We’ve got more if you’d like to purchase one.” He nodded and she led him over.

“Jaaaack!” Will whined, still holding up the pants. He stamped his foot and pouted. “It was his stupid idea to come to this store and now he ignores me. I don’t even like these clothes. I like Old Navy.” Billeh grimaced at the mention of Old Navy, but he nodded in understanding.

“So, what’s your name?” He asked, trying to change the subject. Will looked at him suspiciously, but shook it off. It was a normal question.

“William, but everyone calls me Will.”

“I’m Billeh, nice to meet you. Are you guys out-of-towners?” The couple had landed themselves in an even smaller town than Port Royal, Wolfeboro (3). “I only ask because it’s so rare to get new blood in here, unless it’s from out of town.” Will didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t used to running from the law and he wasn’t sure if he should give up any information or just stay silent. Should he lie?

“Um, we’re… um…” Will stumbled and started to look rather panicked.

“We’re just passing through,” Jack said smoothly, coming up behind the youth, wrapping his arms around Will’s waist and resting his chin on top of Will’s head, “on our honeymoon.” He batted his eyelashes and planted a big sloppy kiss on Will’s cheek.

“Aw Jack! Gross!” Will moaned, wiping his face. “Be serious. You’re the one that wanted to go shopping, what should I buy?” Jack looked around and pursed his lips in concentration.

“Give him anything tight, blue, vinyl, fishnet-y, and/or leather.” Jack said with authority, motioning widely with his arms to indicate the entire store. “I’ve got an unlimited budget!” He held up the Gold card and handed it to the redhead. She and Billeh looked at it with admiration, the words ‘BIG SALE’ flashing in their minds in lights. They noticed the name and both grimaced.

“Gilbert?!” They both said in complete disbelief.

“You really don’t look like a Gilbert.” Billeh said cynically. “That’s like the name of some crazy hick with a special-ed brother, and big ol’ Ma.”

“That’s what I said!” Will said, excited that someone else agreed with him. Jack jabbed the youth wits els elbow and scowled.

“Wait, I know a Gilbert Grape.” The manager said, quirking an eyebrow. “And didn’t you just call him Jack?” Both men grimaced.

“Yes, well, naturally, I hate that name… so I go by Jack.” He smiled and tried not to look nervous, but it didn’t come off too well. “Maybe, we should go to another store…”

“No, it’s okay. I believe you. So, Mr. Grape, would you like to use the dressing room?” She showed him the way, as Billeh carried the extra clothes he’d picked out for Will along the way. “Right in here.” She pulled back the black curtain and stepped aside for both of them to go in. Once it was closed Billeh moved up to her.

“You know that’s not his real name, no one that hot has ever had Gilbert as a real name!” He whispered, peeking in between the curtains. “I wonder what they’re running from.”

“I don’t care. Gilbert’s a real asshole. He fired me from his law firm when I lived in Port Royal, because of my makeup. I’ve been wanting to get back at him for quite some time.” She smiled, thumbing the card. “Think my revenge just came prancing through the door in leather pants.” They both shared an evil laugh as they went to go buy some items of their own.

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Inside the dressing room, Will was having second thoughts. He looked at some of the items that the sales boy had picked out and got a sick feeling in his stomach. Plus, Jack was right there watching him. He wasn’t sure if he was entirely comfortable with that yet.

“Can… can you not look?” He said, insecure and playing with his fingers. Jack laughed and turned around. Will made sure he wasn’t going to suddenly turn around before he slipped off his school pants and slipped on the vinyl ones. He figured that he should probably not be wearing his boxers with the pants, but he wasn’t about to go commando in some strange pair of pants. Not until they were his and he had a chance to run a disinfectant wipe over the inside.

He turned to the full-length mirror and looked at himself with the black tank top and the pants. With the eyeliner and his haone one by Jack, he hardly recognized himself. The pants were low, so they made the gap of skin at his waist even larger.

“I look like such a slut.” he moaned. Jack turned around and gasped. Will looked HOT! He had to physically restrain himself from ravaging the lad right then and there… or did he?

“I think you look smashing,” he purred, coming up to Will and pinning him against the wall, “ravishing even.” He brushed his lips over Will’s teasingly before pulling away to nuzzle the teen’s neck. “You know,” he drawled as he moved his hand down to cup Will. “We’re all alone…” He smirked; moving his fingers to make Will mewl in pleasure. Will blushed, but didn’t push Jack away. He had to admit that it was exciting.

“You’re starting to get a bit of fuzz too,” Jack laughed, running his hand over the shadow of a mustache growing on Will’s lip. Will smirked before crushing his lips against Jack’s. It was slow at first, but soon became rather passionate. Jack reached down and slid the pants down in order to gain better access to the lad’s nether regions. He felt himself grow even harder at the moans escaping his young lover’s throat.

“Shh, you don’t want them to hear us, do you?” He whispered as he caressed Will’s silky flesh. Will shook his head and started kissing Jack more greedily. He felt Jack stroking him skillfully, causing his eyes to flutter closed. He wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck and just let himself get lost in the sensations that were inflicted upon him. Eventually he had to bite Jack’s shoulder to keep quiet as the strokes became more earnest.

Jack was in heaven. He had his hand down the object of his desire’s pants makthe the kid moan so much he had to bite down on his leather clad shoulder to keep quiet. Plus, there were the two sales clerks pretending not to notice them. Will’s whimpers of pleasure were becoming too much for him and he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Let me fuck you,” he whispered, pulling Will back for a kiss. Will kissed him, but seemed to tense up at the mention of sex. “Please,” Jack begged, rubbing his thumb over Will’s dripping head. Will almost said yes, but as Jack’s fingers traced his opening he roughly pushed the older man away.

“No! It’ll hurt—I don’t want to!” He looked up at Jack with fear in his eand and started to cover himself back up. Jack placed his hands on Will’s shoulders and looked at him sadly.

“It doesn’t always hurt, only a little and for the first time.” He brushed away the lone tear that escaped Will’s eye. “I know that bastard told you it was supposed to hurt, but if he’d done his damn job it wouldn’t have hurt the entire time.” Will seemed unconvinced and he started shaking.

“No, no, no, no…” he panted, shaking his head and hiding his face. Jack pulled him into a tight embrace, stroking his back.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry… it was a bad idea. We don’t have to.” He spoke in a soft voice so as to calm his lover. “There're plenty of other things we can do,” he said huskily, but with disarming undertones. Will looked up, a slight spark of curiosity in his eyes. He sniffled and ran a hand through his hair.

“Oh? Like… like what?” he asked, an impish smile on his face. Jack looked off to the side as if contemplating before he dropped to his knees. He looked up and smirked, pulling Will back out of his pants.

“Like this,” Jack replied smoothly, before he swallowed the boy’s member. Will threw his head back and slapped a hand over his mouth as a loud moan escaped his lips. He hadn’t expected Jack to take him in that quickly. He heard the slight giggling from behind the curtain and felt his face flush, but the thought of the clerks knowing what they were doing didn’t bother him as much as he suspected it should.

“They’re listening to us,” Will breathed, placing his hand on the top of Jack’s head. Jack hummed in reply causing Will’s eyes to roll back into his head. “Bastard…” he mumbled, letting his head rest against the wall. He sucked in his breath and let out the smallest mewl Jack had ever heard as he burst into the older man’s mouth. Will lost all feeling in his legs and fell to the floor in front of Jack, a satisfied smile on his face. Jack licked his lips and chuckled as he saw the immense smile on his lover’s face.

“Enjoyed that did you?” he laughed, messing up the front of Will’s hair. Will flipped him off tiredly and sighed in contentment. The youth looked over to the curtain and heard the rustling before a shrill screech and then some pushing. He laughed, knowing they had an audience. He turned back to Jack who was doing the same as him.

“We can hear you,” Jack called, enjoying the two embarrassed squeaks that escaped the clerks’ mouths before rapid footfalls fleeing the scene hit their ears. They both chuckled and leaned against the wall, side by side. Will leaned over so he was resting his head on Jack’s shoulder.

“Thanks… for being so understanding,” he said softly. Jack felt his heart swell at the comment, but he ignored it. He was /not/ getting attached. He shrugged and patted Will’s thigh.

“All in a days work, precious.” Will rolled his eyes at the response, but didn’t push it further. He knew he was growing on the older man. It was obvious with the way he was treating him. Jack had stopped when he asked him to. It was the final test.

“Hey, if you’re done playing the skin flute, I’ve got some stuff I think would look great on Will.” came the confident, slightly amused voice of Billeh from the other side of the curtain. The couple laughed, but started to collect themselves.

“Aye, I’m quite finished, but my companion looks too smashing in those pants to put them in bag, he’ll wear them out.”

“That’s fine, something tells me we don’t want them back anyway,” the female clerk called back. When the couple emerged, they noticed a rather large amount of items already bagged and behind the counter. Jack looked at them and was about to ask why, when Lydia held up the card.

“I didn’t think you’d mind, /Jack/,” she said pointedly. Jack had to admire their guts, and it was true… he wasn’t paying for any of it. He bowed to her and motioned for them to continue servicing his young companion. This time the woman clerk helped Will and Billeh was left to amuse him.

“Where’d you get your piercings done, mate?” Jack had noted the multiple rings all over the lad’s body. He had his nipples done, three in his eyebrow, the spelloellow his lip, and many in his ears. “I was thinking of getting something for my friend… he’s going for a new look.” Jack said, already salivating at the thought of Will with his nipples pierced and a tongue stud.

“Fantasy Ink. I know the guy, but they’re all over the place.” Jack stored the information in the back of his brain, playing with the two braids on his chin. “I think he’d look really hot with one of these too,” Billeh pointed to his chin piercing, eyeing Will up and down. Jack scowled momentarily at the teen who was ogling his hostage.

“No he wouldn’t,” he retorted curtly, adjusting himself and straightening up to look more intimidating.

“I’d fuck him if he got one.” Billeh said, not realizing the buttons he was pushing. Jack’s eye twitched at the comment and he made a beeline for Will.

“We’re leaving, precious. Take what you have to the register.” Will looked confused, but he’d learned not to argue with Jack. The female clerk didn’t question him either. She motioned for Billeh to ring them up, and soon the unique pair was on their way out the door. Just as they were about to leave though, a cop car pulled up. Jack froze and pulled Will closer to him. The clerks noticed it and exchanged a knowing glance.

“Follow Billeh out the back. You two can sneak around to your car or whatever while I distract them.” the manager offered. Both men were caught off-guard by the kindness, but were in no position to argue. Neither struggled as Billeh grabbed them by the arms and pulled them into the back room just as the cops came in the store. The manager turned just in time to greet them, leaning over on the counter in an attempt to look casual.

“Officers Murtogg and Mullroy, welcome to Hot Topic, what can I do for you?”


Tbc….

(1) “Look what I’ve got in my hand… yours”: It’s a line from this movie I watched called The Wolves of Thomber-something…. Oh crud. Anyway, it was a movie from the 80’s about gay relationships. The message itself was very good, but the movie itself was very low budget… hot guys though! Arrrttthhh! Anyway, one of the guys says that to the other and I just thought it was so cute I vowed to use it. So sorry if you found it cheesy.
(2) Emo Glasses: The lead singer of Korn wears them. They’re small and black framed… like trendy coffeehouse-ish glasses.
(3) Wolfeboro: is a real place. It’s the smallest little town you’ll ever see! Well, not really, but it’s very tiny, only one main road. It’s a tourist town up in New Hampshire. They don’t have a Hot Topic though, sadly. Spent much of my wasted youth there. In fact, it’s where I first got high ‘cause that’s about all there is to do up there when you’re 12/13yrs old. Or any damn age for that matter…

And I know that’s not normally how you spell Billy, but he specifically asked for it to be spelled Billeh. Happy Hallmark-Corporate-Scam-Crap Day… also known as Valentine’s Day…