Billy: ::says goodnight to the last customers, locking the door behind them, turning and glancing around the pub::
Andy:::looks up from wiping down a table, clears his throat:: Guess we should start closing.
Billy: Can go if you want. I'll close up. Know you like to get out of here.
Andy:Nowhere to really go. I'll help.
Billy: ::nods, wiping down the bar:: At least my dad will be back tomorrow.
Andy:It's nice, though. Quiet here. ::lights a cigarette, glancing at Billy::
Billy: Quiet at the house as well since he and Maggie are gone this weekend.
Andy:Quiet at my flat last night after you left.
Billy: Right. About that. I...
Andy:::looks away, wiping the table down again:: You what?
Billy: Nothing. Just thought I should go.
Andy:'S fine, mate. Just a one time thing anyway, yeah?
Billy: ::nods:: Exactly.
Andy:Don't have to explain anything to me.
Billy: I know.
Andy:::forces a smile, going back around the bar, anxious::
Billy: ::looks away, starts stacking chairs on the tables::
Billy: ::shrugs:: If you want.
Andy:::goes over to him, picking up some of the chairs, not looking at him::
Billy: Not going out tonight, then?
Andy:Where would I go?
Billy: I don't know.
Andy:::nods slightly, thinking:: No, I've nowhere to go. Not really up for trying to find some girl tonight.
Billy: ::laughs:: Must be a first.
Andy:And what about you? Why aren't you going out?
Andy:Are you? ::stacks another chair:: Don't seem tired.
Billy: Too tired to go home and shower and go back out. ::finishes putting the chairs up, turns to the bar again:: Just want a drink and bed.
Andy:::watches him, smiles nervously:: That does sound good. A drink and bed. Aye, could go for that.
Billy: ::smiles, wiping down the bar:: You can go. Not much to be done here. I can finish up tomorrow morning before we open anyway. If... if you want to leave.
Andy:I don't want to leave.
Billy: ::shrugs:: Alright. ::finishes wiping the bar, washes his hands:: Sod it. I'll come in early tomorrow.
Andy:::shrugs and goes to take the rag from him, keeps cleaning::
Billy: Andy, just leave it. I'll get it tomorrow.
Andy:Alright. ::smiles quickly at him:: Guess I'll be off, then.
Billy: ::nods, putting on his coat, going to open the door::
Andy:::grabs his jacket, turning off the lights::
Billy: ::closes and locks the door behind them:: You working tomorrow, then?
Andy:::nods:: Can't come in to help clean, though... ::smirks:: I don't wake up that early, for one thing. And I've class. But I'll be in tomorrow night.
Billy: 'M off tomorrow night. Probably won't see you. So. Later in the week, then.
Andy:Oh. Alright, then.
Billy: ::smiles:: Night. ::turns away, walking toward his house down the street::
Andy:::watches him, digging in his pockets for his car keys::
Billy: ::glances back at him briefly, keeps walking::
Andy:Shite. ::sighs and keeps looking, stops to rub his hands together to stay warm::
Billy: ::gets to the house a few minutes later, unlocking the door and going in::
Andy:::curses quietly when he can't find his keys, walks down the street toward Billy's house::
Billy: ::pours himself a drink, wanders around the house::
Billy: ::opens the door:: Andy.
Andy:I can't find my goddamn bloody fucking car keys...
Billy: Oh. Leave them in the pub? I can walk back down and let you in if you want to look.
Andy:I don't think they are... Never take them out of my pocket. Could I just use your phone, call for a lift?
Billy: Sure. ::lets him in:: I'd drive you home, but I haven't got a car.
Andy:I know. ::goes inside, wandering into his kitchen to pick up a phone::
Billy: ::follows him:: Drink while you wait?
Andy:::nods, trying to call a friend - sighs when they don't answer::
Billy: ::pours him a whiskey::
Andy:::hangs up the phone, taking the whiskey from him:: Thank you. I... Maybe I should just ring for a cab.
Billy: ::shrugs:: Can stay here tonight 'f you want. ::goes into the sitting room::
Andy:Yeah? ::watches him go::
Billy: Sure. ::calls over his shoulder:: Can sleep on the couch.
Andy:::takes the whiskey with him into the sitting room, looks around before sitting on the sofa:: It's not so bad. Might, yeah. Can just... look for my keys in the morning.
Billy: Probably left them in the pub.
Andy:Don't see how they fell out of my pocket, but... maybe.
Billy: You'll find them I'm sure.
Andy:Hope so. ::leans back, watching him:: Since 'm here, sit down, talk to me.
Billy: Are you inviting me to sit in my own house? ::smiles::
Andy:You want to stand, then? Stand.
Billy: Wanker. ::laughs, sitting down::
Andy:::smiles, sliding closer and sipping his whiskey::
Billy: ::watches him, fumbling for his cigarettes::
Andy:::lights it for him, taking one of Billy's cigarettes after::
Billy: ::smokes, quiet for a few moments:: Andy, can I ask you a question?
Billy: Did you really lose your keys?
Andy:They're not in my pockets, I told you that.
Andy:I can go look in the pub, if you really want.
Billy: No, it's fine. I was just... nevermind.
Andy:Just... what, exactly?
Billy: ::shakes his head:: Nothing. Want another drink?
Andy:::smiles:: Yeah. Just... bring the bottle, maybe.
Billy: ::goes back into the kitchen, brings the bottle back with him::
Andy:::takes it, refilling his glass::
Billy: ::sits on the sofa again::
Andy:So guess I'm working alone tomorrow night? 'F they're gone all weekend, and you're not coming in.
Billy: They'll be back late tomorrow afternoon. I'm sure my dad'll be in the pub for a bit.
Andy:::nods:: You like being here? By yourself.
Billy: ::shrugs:: Guess so. 'S quiet. Kind of nice.
Andy:::sips his whiskey, thinking:: Don't really like the bloody quiet. Living alone 's difficult sometimes, but not going back home.
Billy: Guess it'll be just me and my dad when Maggie goes to university in the fall.
Andy:Should be quieter then. Your da's not very talkative. ::laughs:: Neither are you.
Billy: I am sometimes.
Andy:Don't seem it.
Billy: I can be.
Andy:::nods, watching him::
Billy: You don't say much either.
Andy:Not very good at conversation.
Billy: I've noticed.
Andy:::laughs slightly, finishing his glass of whiskey:: Aye, well... I'm trying.
Billy: Don't have to talk if you don't want to.
Andy:What else would we do? ::puts his cigarette out quickly::
Billy: I... ::looks at him, then away:: I'll find you a blanket.
Andy:::quiet for a moment, looks at him:: Really going to make me sleep on the sofa, then?
Billy: Don't think Maggie or my da would appreciate you sleeping in either of their beds.
Andy:Billy... ::leans closer:: Don't bloody want to sleep in their beds.
Billy: ::nods, looking at him; stands, heads up the stairs, turning back to Andy:: You coming?
Andy:::sets the bottle of whiskey down on the table and gets up::
Billy: ::walks upstairs and into his bedroom, not turning on the light::
Andy:::follows him in, slower:
Billy: ::watches him, standing still:: This is... this is what you meant, wasn't it?
Andy:'S exactly what I meant. ::laughs nervously, going over to him, hesitates before kissing him::
Billy: ::kisses him back, nervous::
Andy:::steps closer, closing his eyes::
Billy: ::pushes Andy's jacket from his shoulders and onto the floor::
Andy:::nudges him closer to the bed, kissing him harder::
Billy: ::kisses him back, grasping his shirt::
Andy:::presses against him - breaks the kiss to press his face into his neck, nervous but trying not to show it::
Billy: ::puts his arms around him hesitantly, moving his hands over his back, tugs his shirt off::
Andy:::pulls back to get Billy's shirt off as well, running his hands over his chest::
Billy: ::pushes him closer to the bed, forcing him to sit, watching him::
Andy:::grins and slides further back on the bed, slowly unzipping his jeans::
Billy: ::pauses, looking at him, crawls on top of him, kissing him again::
Andy:::kisses him back, arching his hips toward him::
Billy: ::kisses his neck, tugging his jeans down::
Andy:::lays down on his back, reaching to palm Billy through his trousers::
Billy: ::kisses down his chest, wrapping his fingers around Andy's cock::
Andy:::moans softly, gripping the duvet with one hand, reaching to grasp his shoulder with the other::
Billy: ::strokes him slowly::
Andy:::bites his lip, thrusts toward his hand::
Billy: ::glances at him, takes the head of his cock into his mouth::
Andy:Fuck... Billy... ::closes his eyes tightly, squeezing the duvet as he tries not to thrust into his mouth::
Billy: ::hesitates, starts sucking him slowly::
Andy:::moans, arching his hips a little:: Oh fuck... That's good, Billy... Yes...
Billy: ::holds him still, sucking harder::
Andy:Jesus... Want more than that... ::thrusts up toward him, leaning his head back::
Billy: ::pulls back slowly, looking at him, breathing heavily:: What do you want?
Andy:::whimpers, squirming on the bed:: Want to fuck you...
Billy: ::stands, getting his jeans off::
Andy:::pulls him back onto the bed, flipping him onto his back quickly::
Billy: ::kisses him again::
Andy:::kisses him back, grinding against him, moans into his mouth::
Billy: ::moves a hand between them to stroke Andy's cock::
Andy:::jerks toward him:: Fuck... Want you so much.
Billy: ::quietly:: Want you too.
Andy:::closes his eyes tightly, kissing him again::
Billy: ::kisses him back, arching toward him::
Andy:::reaches behind Billy, hesitant now::
Billy: ::stills, trying to calm down:: Do you... do you have...?
Andy:I... Fuck. ::sits up enough to get his jeans off the floor, fumbling for his wallet::
Billy: ::watches him, quiet::
Andy:::finally gets it out, pulling out a condom packet - laughs slightly::
Billy: Carry more than one or did you replace the one from last night? ::grins::
Andy:Replaced the one from last night... ::leans down to kiss him again::
Billy: ::kisses him back:: Planned this, did you?
Andy:Was hoping for this... ::slides the condom on, closing his eyes::
Billy: With me?
Andy:::snickers:: No, with your da.
Billy: ::nudges him:: Wanker.
Andy:::kisses him, laughing::
Billy: ::kisses him back, murmurs:: Was just wondering.
Andy:Want you. ::closes his eyes, stroking Billy slowly::
Billy: ::moans:: Please, Andy...
Andy:::slides his hand lower, cups his balls:: Shh...
Billy: ::bites his lower lip, trying to stay still::
Andy:::moves his hand lower, circling his entrance with a finger::
Billy: ::gasps:: Andy...
Andy:::presses one slowly into him, kissing his neck::
Billy: ::starts stroking Andy's cock again::
Andy:::stills, arching toward him::
Billy: Please, Andy.
Andy:::pulls his hand back slowly, trying not to shake as he presses into him::
Billy: ::moans loudly, grasping the sheets in his fists::
Andy:Oh fuck... ::grips his hips tightly, pressing in further::
Billy: ::exhales, watching him::
Andy:::breathing hard, starts to move slowly::
Billy: ::closes his eyes, tensing beneath him::
Andy:::reaches to stroke him again, moaning:: Billy...
Billy: ::lifts his hips, opening his eyes again, kisses him::
Andy:::kisses him back, moving his hand faster over him:: Fuck... 'S tight...
Billy: ::thrusts into his fist, groans::
Andy:::thrusts harder into him, moaning his name::
Billy: God... Andy...
Andy:::presses his face into his neck again, moving faster:: Oh fuck... 'S so good, Billy...
Billy: Mmmm... feel good, Andy...
Andy:::squeezes his cock, moaning against his neck, trying to control his movements::
Billy: Fuck... ::moves his hand to his cock again::
Andy:I... Oh fuck, Billy... ::moans loudly as he comes, still pushing into him::
Billy: ::strokes himself quickly, comes a moment later, shuddering::
Andy:::slows, leaning against him::
Billy: ::stills, calming down::
Andy:::rolls off after a moment, throwing the condom in a rubbish bin::
Billy: ::stares up at the ceiling::
Andy:::watches him, quietly:: I really did lose my keys.
Billy: ::snorts:: Lock them in the car?
Andy:I don't know where they are. Have to find them... in the morning.
Billy: Staying here?
Andy:Am I invited?
Billy: If you want. Yeah.
Andy:I'd like that, aye.
Andy:::grins at him:: Should have stayed last night.
Billy: I didn't think... really?
Andy:::shrugs:: Could have. I told you that.
Billy: Didn't know if you wanted me to or you were just saying it because we...
Andy:::kisses him again, hesitant:: You're still my friend, Billy. Could have stayed as that, at least. 'S just a bit of fun, but I like you. You're a good kid.
Billy: ::nods, pulling the blankets over them:: I'll help you look for your keys tomorrow.
Andy:Thanks. ::stretches, closing his eyes::
Billy: ::turns over:: Night, Andy.
Andy:Night, Billy. ::lays quietly, trying to sleep::
Please remember that this AU bit never happened in the main painted_whiskey thread.