Mike's grabbed by the hair and feels his heart plummet to his chest. He has to step up his game. That's not right. That's not, but Billy has pulled him away and he's gasping for air, tongue moving to lick his lips.
He goes to move closer--silently wanting to go at it so he could figure out what the fuck Billy wanted that he can provide--and finds that he can't. Billy is holding him there, forcing him to look up. Mike's reminded of how that damned accent haunted him for so long after their first meeting.
"Okay," He manages, breathless, and his eyes aren't on Billy now but on the breast pocket of his shirt where the pills had disappeared to. "I'll do whatever you want, I told you. I've never done this." For some reason, even to Mike, they sound like weak attempts at explaining himself.
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Date: 2015-09-10 06:15 am (UTC)He goes to move closer--silently wanting to go at it so he could figure out what the fuck Billy wanted that he can provide--and finds that he can't. Billy is holding him there, forcing him to look up. Mike's reminded of how that damned accent haunted him for so long after their first meeting.
"Okay," He manages, breathless, and his eyes aren't on Billy now but on the breast pocket of his shirt where the pills had disappeared to. "I'll do whatever you want, I told you. I've never done this." For some reason, even to Mike, they sound like weak attempts at explaining himself.