[ The dark blue Camaro rolls slowly down the alleyway, leaning hard on one side. One of the rear tires has blown out, though the single occupant seems a great deal too stressed out for a simple flat tire. ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck - [ Billy steps out of the car, pacing around a bit before doing something that looks like a poor attempt at a breathing exercise. He pops his trunk open and pulls out a jack, a lug wrench, and a spare tire before he gets to changing out the flat. With the speed he works one would think he's auditioning for a pit crew, and all the while he's cussing like a sailor.
Today has not been Billy's day. He just spent two hours stuck in traffic and half an hour of that was spent pulled over by the cops who were certain that he was on something and didn't let him go until he walked back and forth in a straight line twenty times and recited the whole alphabet backward. Fuck them, no one can recite the alphabet backward on the first try. To top it all off, the second he got going at a decent speed again his tire blew out and he had to slowly roll somewhere secluded so he could change it. After spending the better part of the day sitting still or being provoked, he'd be surprised if he made it through the tire change without setting something off.
And he doesn't. Right on queue, the bulb of a nearby lamppost burst as flame starts to engulf it. He jumps back a bit at the noise, wiping the sweat from his brow. ] Yeah, fuck you, too.
[ He flips the lamppost off, as if that'll help anything. It's a better outcome than he expected, though: at least he didn't torch his precious car or get himself into a world of trouble by setting one of those cops on fire. He's almost relieved until he sees some pale bastard dressed in all black standing in the shadows and staring right at him.
Billy just stares at Klaus slack-jawed for a moment, his cigarette falling out of his mouth and onto the ground. ] Dammit. [ He'd been caught red handed. What the hell should he do about that? Well, it was just a lamppost, and the guy he was looking at didn't exactly scream 'credible witness'. It's alright, it's alright, he'll just slip back into his car and drive away.
But as he reaches for the handle, a nearby trashcan starts to smoke, and then smolder, and then - well, that fluffy jacket his observer was wearing was about ten seconds away from lighting up like a bonfire.
He considers just driving off. He really does. But whatever sorry excuse of a conscience he has is still one step above letting someone who hadn't even pissed him off burn up in a back alleyway. ]
Hey, you, uh - [ He gestures to the trash can. ] You should get away from that.
just gonna drop a cw: drugs here because, well, it's klaus
[oddly enough (though not to people who know him), klaus isn't roused by the sound of the camaro rolling into the alleyway. the noise registers to him, sure, but he's used to vehicles breezing through at all hours of the night around this place, which is even weirder, considering the shadiness of the area-- and not just the darkness being cast over the barely visible street that will end up being worse after one of the lamp-posts catches fire.
what does cause him to snap to is another person's voice; it makes him blink a few times to clear the haze in his vision, eyebrows knitting together before he finally realizes: yes, that's another voice, and it doesn't seem too far away? but also, someone sounds pissed as hell about whatever they're doing, so it's not like he can just ignore whoever it is now. he puffs on the remaining bit of his joint, pinches the end between his fingers to make certain it's out then tucks the roach into the open pack of cigarettes he's got in his pocket.
climbing up onto this damn fire escape might've been a great idea when he was sober, but now that he's walking hand-in-hand with good ol' mary-jane and a few uppers, scaling down the ladder proves to be far more difficult than when he'd ascended the first time. mercifully, he manages to get back onto solid ground without breaking his neck, straightens himself out a bit and heads toward where he'd thought he heard the other person's cursing.
he stumbles across the scene of billy changing his tire, narrows his eyes, doesn't even really think much of it, but as the guy finishes and he goes to turn away, the street-light bursts into flames. the surprised yelp klaus lets out is completely undignified, barely smothered against the fur collar of his coat when he ducks down in an attempt to avoid being sprayed by the shower of sparks or the flames dropping onto the asphalt below.
holy fucking shit, he thinks, mouth hanging open, eyes wide as saucers. how the hell did that happen? while he's contemplating it, the skinny medium doesn't think to maybe pay attention to his surroundings until it's too late— shit, he's been seen and as he draws his attention from the light to the other male, it occurs to him: the little visitor who's decided to come creeping around his usual spot obviously wasn't expecting to be seen, either.]
Uhhh, [is about as far as he gets though, standing there like a deer caught in headlights, impossibly widened dark-ringed eyes looking frantically between billy, his car and the one way he knows how to get out of the alley. klaus could run, there's still the chance, but as he continues gawking, his curiosity gets the better of him.
that, and the fact a nearby trashcan has abruptly caught on fire.] Jesus Christ—! [he backpedals away from the burning drum, clutches his coat tighter around himself and whips his head back in billy's direction.]
Did... did you do that? And set the light on fire? [he redirects his attention to the lamp for emphasis then lowers his gaze again.] Don't worry, I'm not going to turn you in or anything, I just [pause] can't actually believe what I'm seeing.
Like, I'm pretty sure I'm high as a goddamn kite, but also: shit is spontaneously combusting? Please, just tell me I haven't lost my fucking mind.
[ Billy quirks an eyebrow at Klaus. So he's high as a goddamn kite, huh? And he looks it, too. On the off chance this guy went to the authorities he seriously doubts anyone would believe him.
He's half tempted to just say 'yeah, you're losing it' and leave, but he can still feel that lingering flicker of heat in his chest he always gets when he's about to go off again. He can direct where it goes, if he's aware of it in time, but he can't put it out.
When the fire wants to come out, it will, and there's not a damn thing Billy can do about it. This guy's seen enough already, he can see Billy let off some steam, too. ]
No, you're not crazy. [ He inhales, deeply. ] Just stand back, alright?
[ He squeezes his eyes shut and exhales, slow and methodical, letting all of that pent-up anger out. What maintenance crew decided Friday night was the best time to close a bridge? What idiot got a fender bender going thirty miles per hour on the detour route? How'd they get a driver's license? Why'd the cops always have to pull him over, just because he sat there in traffic revving his engine at them? Why couldn't they take their backward alphabet and shove it right up their ass?
Billy clenches his fist and the fire in the trash bin grows, higher and higher and higher, flames licking up against the brick wall and leaving scorch marks. There's a high pitched hiss it's so hot -
- and then all at once it settles down, nothing but smoke and embers. Billy's heart pounds and his breathing is heavy, but the heat built up inside of him is gone. For now.
He turns to Klaus, glaring at him with those fierce blue eyes. ] You're damn right you're not turning me in. [He puts on his best angry face although something else shines through. He's afraid. His eyes are damp although he rubs his face with his sleeve in an attempt to hide it. Last time he was seen it didn't turn out very well for him, so here he was on the opposite end of the country trying to play normal and royally fucking it up. ]
[even if he were to go to the cops, they wouldn't believe him at all, so what point would he have running off to talk some officer's ear off about the guy he saw setting shit on fire? yeah, that'd make him look real sane, for sure.
billy doesn't need to tell him twice to stand back. klaus shuffles back a little further, stuffs his hands into the pockets of his coat and focuses on the smoldering barrel, intent on seeing what else billy's got in store with this pyrokinesis of his. in the back of his mind, there's the slightest tingle of a thought: could he be one of the kids that escaped reginald's ever watchful eye? a long-shot, perhaps, but not impossible and he almost thinks to ask out loud, right up 'til the point the flames begin growing larger in the trashcan.
he watches in amazement, pupils entirely blown-out, heart hammering away against his ribs with excitement at the beautiful display. klaus has set his own share of fires when younger, marveled at the captivating glow, the slow burn of embers that are left behind-- but this? this is something else altogether. it grows and grows, singes the side of a building, it's so hot. there's even a moment where he's worried the brick will catch fire—
then it dies down again, but that doesn't lessen his blatant giddiness or the sparkle in his eyes.] That? Was fucking ah-maaaazing, holy shit.
[billy turns on him and the taller male stiffens, blinks then tips his head with consideration. is he supposed to feel threatened? to be fair, he's more than sure billy could take him down in a fight, no problem, although he likes to avoid conflict as much as possible nowadays.] Something tells me they wouldn't believe me anyway? But hey, you showed me yours, so I'll show you mine.
[doing so while he's intoxicated is going to be harder than usual, but here goes nothing. klaus glances around, locates the nearest (and smallest) things within the alley – which happen to be a few smooth stones – then focuses what little bit of energy he can muster into moving them. they tremble on the ground first, a fumble in his concentration, yet once he levels out, lets his thoughts become clearer, they ever so slowly begin lifting up.
he holds them there a minute, the edges of his lips curving before he flicks his fingers and twists his wrist, makes the trio of rocks float up and stack one on top of the other in his palm.]
Ta-daaa! [followed by a high-pitched giggle.] See? You aren't the only freak around these parts. [his hand overturns, deposits the pebbles onto the ground once more, his thumb sticking up as he aims the forefinger at billy and clicks his tongue.] And that's not even the weirdest thing I can do.
[ Billy scowls his teeth bared like a hungry wolf. ] Amazing? You're lucky it didn't pick you instead of the trash can.
[ He talks about it like it's a separate entity rather than a part of himself deeply rooted in his subconscious, in his own emotions. He spent his entire life denying himself most feelings, shoving them down in the hope that quenching them would also snuff out the fire that almost ruined his life so many times, so it may as well have been a separate entity for how little he understood it. And all his self-induced repression got him was a hair-trigger temper with nothing else to oppose it.
Case in point, when the rocks start to levitate, Billy wants nothing more than to shove Klaus down to the ground and wipe that cheeky little grin off his face, show him who's boss. This was the first time in all his life that he's met someone like him, and his fire was telling him that he was a threat, a competitor that needed to be subdued right the fuck now.
And why was he so damn giddy? That only provokes him further.
Had he not just pushed as much of his fire out as he possibly could, that feeling would have been stronger, and he might have succumbed to it. For now, he manages to relax, his stern expression softening into genuine curiosity. ] I've never -
[ Never known a time when he wasn't the only freak around. But admitting that just seems like a lot in front of a stranger, though the words that did slip out were enough to get the message across. ]
...What's the weirdest thing? [ He feels silly asking. This guy's not his friend, and if he was anything like Billy he could be equally dangerous, equally volatile. But he wants to know more. ]
[damn, klaus really shouldn't think that people who look like they can tear his throat out are attractive.] Must've really been my lucky day, then.
[his posture slackens and he shuffles a couple steps closer to billy, making sure to keep a respectable amount of distance as he walks a half-circle around him. perhaps it looks like he's sizing him up when he's literally just checking him out, but billy's free to take the look-over however he pleases, even if the suggestive way klaus's eyebrows lift is pretty unmistakeable. he's got a brother that has the same feelings about his own abilities-- too bad about him being dead, though.
what's funny about billy's internal reaction is that even at the academy when they were younger, things were always a competition. there's a reason their father gave them numbers rather than actual names; bless their loving robomom for finally changing that. if the other male comes at him, it won't be much of a fight, though he's been known to get in a few decent hits or kicks before going down, at the very least.
but can't he just be happy about finding another superpowered person?
he slinks his way back around, eyebrows arching with consideration at billy's inquisitiveness.] You've never what, hot stuff? [and that's funny, too. because of the fire and all? klaus snickers to himself since he thinks he's clever, yet it's probably a good thing he can use it more as a response to billy's question.]
I can see and talk to dead people. [also use evocation to summon them, but that's something he'll leave out for now.]
[ It was probably a good thing that Billy's mom kept him. She was long gone, and his dad resented the hell out of him for being some bizarre bastard of the universe rather than his own biological son, so his home life was far from peachy. Still, he was aggressive and domineering enough on his own.
Who knows what he would've been like if someone was actually encouraging him to compete.
He'd be lying to himself if he said he completely hated his powers. Most of the time they were a nuisance, and he spent a lot of time chasing adrenaline rushes and exhausting himself so he wouldn't accidentally torch public property every time something pissed him off. But it made him feel powerful, too, and he couldn't help but revel in that a little. Behind his asshole demeanor and confident swagger was the knowledge that if anyone really fucked with him they'd be sorry. ]
Never met anyone else like me. [ No one knew about him (except his fucking stepsister, but that was a problem for another day). He was vaguely aware that others existed but he never sought them out. He had his own problems to deal with. The look Klaus is giving him doesn't escape his notice, but he's still too high-strung about this whole situation to really appreciate it.
That last admission surprises him, enough that his posture loosens up a bit, going from 'about to pounce at any second' to 'maybe actually having a normal conversation'. ] That...that sounds intense. [ Understatement of the year. ]
[traumatic backstories are absurdly common among the hero (and villain) types; it'd be surprising if someone didn't grow up with a shitty childhood while trying to handle these ever-developing powers and sometimes, there are those that do have normal lives who still grow up to be terrorizers.
depending on how it would've been handled, it might have worked for him-- but the past is the past and there isn't much they can do about that right now.
his telekinesis is something he's only just discovered and he has to be completely sober for it to work on larger items and things like levitation, but that's... a lot harder than he'd like to admit. so, thankfully, billy doesn't know anything about that since he would be hesitant to offer information someone else could use against him. it's a fleeting thought: picturing how psychokinetic and pyrotechnical abilities could work together, but it is peculiarly distracting.
he blinks hard, shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, eyelashes still flickering while he redirects his attention to billy.] Never? Damn, you should come by the academy sometime. You'll feel right at home. [some of his siblings might even enjoy having someone like billy around (diego's mostly who he's thinking of, but with time, the others might learn to tolerate him).
noting how billy's demeanor relaxes, klaus lets his own stance do the same, the slope of his shoulders slumping under an invisible weight. man, whatever his dealer gave him tonight is really wearing him out. must have been an indica strain because if not for the adderall, he'd be dead on his feet.] Hell yeah, man. I mean... there's a reason I'm high.
[ What was with this guy? He didn't even know Billy's name and he was already inviting him places. That on its own wasn't too strange, if Billy was really in need of a place to stay for the night he could usually seduce someone fast enough. When he wanted to, he could really crank up his charms. The people he picked up at bars weren't aware of his 'condition', though, and if they were he could only imagine they'd want him gone. ]
I'm not sure if you've noticed but I'm a bit of a powder keg. [ Right. Klaus was high as a kite. That's probably why he thought bringing him anywhere was an alright idea instead of an absolutely terrible one. Last time Billy got high he had some stupid ideas, too.
He's no stranger to drug use, although he's certainly more of a novice than Klaus. The rush is enough to get rid of that excess energy when there's nothing else for him to do, and it takes the edge off if his plans for the night involve a chance of getting beaten to a pulp. ]
I've tried that. It usually works, except for that one time I burned all my clothes off and didn't notice until the cops went after me for streaking. [ All things considered, one of the more harmless mishaps he's gotten himself into over the years. His lips curve upwards, and it's almost a smile. A nice change from all the scowling. He's never actually gotten to tell that particular story before, and it's...nice, to be able to speak honestly about it, even if he still had some hesitations. ]
[billy's going to learn (sooner rather than later) that 'outlandish' can't even quite describe klaus as a person. the building literally takes up a whole block-- if it were timed correctly, there's a chance billy could come, stay the night and head out before any of his siblings were aware. also, it'd be a safe place for him to go, considering the other superpowered people hanging around.]
Sure have, but don't worry, sweetness. [he waves a hand, dismissive, fluttering his fingers toward the sky before lowering them to pluck the pack of cigarettes from his pocket.] Explosiveness isn't new to the Umbrella Academy and it's nothing we can't handle, so my offer stands. [actually, he's pretty sure naming things off that haven't happened to the mansion would be a shorter list at this point.
after shaking out one of the tobacco sticks and the roach he'd tucked away earlier, klaus pinches the slightest amount of nicotine from the cig, replaces it with the tiny bit of joint then lights up, holding momentarily as billy talks about his own drug use. the smoke comes out on an exhale, followed closely by an amused snort.]
Damn, you must've been stupidly high to not have noticed that. [a considering raise of his eyebrows, his mouth curving up at the edges.] And super cold because I can't imagine it would have been all that warm? Unless, of course, your temperature runs higher than normal, which would make sense.
[ He shrugs. ] Haven't felt cold in a decade, at least. Barely even remember what it feels like. [ He can't say he misses it. Cold was always an unpleasant sensation, from what he remembers of it. He's slept outside a few times and he imagines the cold night air isn't that comfortable. ] But yeah, stupidly high. At least I know my limit now.
[ The makeshift joint reminds Billy that he dropped his own unfinished cig on the ground in shock. Figuring he could use a little distraction, he pulls a fresh one out of his jacket pocket. It lights itself as soon as it touches his lips, which wasn't a particularly impressive application of his power but it was one he could reliably control.
He cocks his head to one side at the 'lucky ass cops' comment. Klaus's staring hadn't exactly been subtle, but it puts him somewhat at ease. All of this stuff about academies and superpowers and feeling at home is so foreign to him that he can't help but scrutinize it. Being taken back for a good fuck, on the other hand, was familiar enough to navigate.
God, he was actually starting to consider going along with it. It has to be better than the seedy motel he was shacked up in right now. He just has to keep his guard up and not let this one thing they share - no matter how rare that thing was - trick him into trusting too easily. ]
I'm Billy. [ That gruff, defensive tone he's been employing so far gives way to something lower, more sensual, and he puffs out his chest. Yeah, keep staring. His shirt's unbuttoned for a reason. ] I'll think on that offer. Why don't you come for a ride with me first? [ He idly taps the roof of his car with one hand. ]
Must be nice, [he sighs, a little wistfully and quite obviously tinted with jealousy. klaus'd love being able to sleep outside and not get cold-- it would've made many nights a helluva lot easier on him in the long run, too. enviousness aside, he wouldn't like burning all his clothes off.] And yeah, you're right about that.
[in spite of himself, he can't help watching billy grab a smoke himself, vivid emerald eyes sparkling beneath the dark of his lashes at the sight of the cigarette lighting itself. well, isn't that convenient? and he's going to pretend he's not thinking about what billy's hands would feel like on his far cooler skin.
his shoulders roll, almost predatorily as he slides closer yet again, filter tucked between his lips and hands on his hips while he exhales another cloud. he tilts his head one way then the other, striving – not that hard – to stifle his grinning by biting his cheek. if it's a fuck billy's looking for, he'll have no trouble convincing klaus to go along.
and to be fair, had he felt threatened, he'd have already turned tail and ran in the opposite direction. knowing all too well what it's like to have nowhere to go, it'd feel kind of nice to give back to someone anyway, even though they've only just met (which hasn't stopped him before, let's be real).]
Billy, [repeats the twiggy spiritist, voice also lowered, suggestively husky while he sidles up beside him to lean an elbow on the car roof, the hand reaching to brush his fingertips across the collar of billy's shirt. he's so close to his skin and yet still so far—] Pleasure to meet you, gorgeous. My name's Klaus. [a beat, just long enough for him to lean his hip against the door and flash his teeth.] Are we just going for a car ride or will I be riding something else as well?
[ He tilts his chin upward, examining Klaus from beneath half-lidded eyes. Alright, he was handsome, and it just so happened that he was ticking off a bunch of other boxes too: tall, lean, fair, and very obviously into him. Just the kind of guy Billy likes to have pinned beneath him, moaning his name.
He grins, running his tongue over his teeth in a hungry (and not at all subtle) fashion. ] We'll see. [ But he's just being coy. He already knows the answer's 'yes, you will be riding something else', but he likes to tease.
Klaus brushes his collar, and Billy knows what he wants. To touch him, to see how he feels. He grabs him but the wrist and brings his hand down to the gap in his unbuttoned shirt, pressing it up against his bare chest. Billy's skin is warm, noticeably so; the warmth seems to ebb and flow in tune with his heartbeat.
He's always warm, but he usually suppresses it to something closer to normal levels when someone touches him. No need to do that now, and it excites him enough that he's starting to forget his hesitations about going to this Academy place. ] Get in. [ He releases his grip on Klaus's wrist, gently pushing him back a little as he does. Billy gave him a taste, now he wants to let that anticipation build for what it would feel like to be in his arms, naked, pressed up against him.
[using his attractiveness to get what he wants isn't a foreign concept to klaus. he knows how to play into someone's hand, but he's also rather great at getting them into his own, working them between deft fingers like pliable clay. when he'd called billy 'gorgeous,' it wasn't meant to be taken lightly-- he's more fluently straightforward while high, although it's not as if his thoughts are chaste at all, either.
the way billy looks at him like he's a literal snack is pretty goddamn pleasing; his mouth curves higher before he can stop it, his own dark-ringed eyes becoming half-lidded.] Sounds promising.
[he really shouldn't enjoy being baited this much, but specifically once billy clasps his wrist and urges it against the warm skin beneath his shirt. there's an audible gasp at the sudden heat underneath his tattooed palm, the pads of his fingers ghosting up to the divot between his collarbones then drifting back down to the other male's left side where he gets a fleeting feel of his heartbeat.
then billy's making him withdraw way sooner than he'd like, the coolness returning to his digits almost instantly. he shivers, both at the chill and how he's being told to get into the car, his heels scuffling after he backpedals from the push. jesus christ, comes a thought, the remaining bit of cigarette dropping from his lips and hitting the concrete below. he snuffs it beneath his sneaker, doesn't hesitate to scramble into the passenger side of the camaro, already vibrating with exhilaration.
thank god, klaus has got a need for speed tonight.]
[ He laughs when Klaus darts over to the passenger side; it's a smug, self-satisfied laugh that some of his lovers adore and some of them hate, but they all end up fucking him regardless. Billy oscillates between excessively aggressive and insufferably cocky with pretty much nothing else in between - well, nothing he wants to show to anyone else, anyway. Other emotions are for when he's alone.
Now that the topic's changed from superpowers to fucking, he leaves the former behind with a striking speed. That's how Billy is: he lives entirely in the moment, whatever's behind him is behind him, and whatever's ahead is a problem for another time. It's like he's always going a hundred miles an hour even when he's standing still.
He's exhausting, and he's reckless. But he's at least an excellent provider of irresponsible forget-the-world fun.
Not ten seconds after he shoves the keys in the ignition, the tires squeal as Billy slams on the gas, and whatever thrash metal song he'd been listening to blares over the radio. With his boot still pressing down on the gas, he leans over and gives the other man a quick peck on the neck; another brief taste of his warmth. Every bit of praise Klaus had given him had worked, had made him ache with desire.
He wants this so badly. He wants it now. But soon'll have to do. ]
How far away're we? Tell me where to go. [ And fast before Billy gets to an intersection and just has to pick a direction. ]
[no matter which one billy decides to put up as a front, he's had his fair share of aggressive and cocky – sometimes together, sometimes not – but there's always been one way klaus has seen to win: challenge them. they'll either back down or step up and handle their shit, whether verbally or physically, and klaus isn't new to either. keeping emotions he doesn't want other people to see under wraps is something else he's mastered; it's far easier to let them think he has zero problems when it's the direct opposite every day.
although, he's always liked being handled a little roughly anyhow, so what would change that now? and going zero to a hundred has always been a plus in his book when it comes to a good old-fashioned joyride.
his seatbelt gets clicked into place seconds before billy lays on the gas, pressing him against the backrest, mouth falling open in a surprised gasp. goddamn, this car is sensational, but klaus would argue the male controlling it's far more extraordinary. feeling the heat of billy's mouth at his neck makes him simulatenously lean closer and peer down, the grin upturning his lips extra devious as he reaches to clasp billy's knee.]
Take the next right up here, [he manages somehow, exhaling a shaky breath, fingers gripping firmer while he begins sliding them higher on billy's leg.] Drive forrr... five or so minutes? Then I'll tell you where to go from there.
[until then, klaus's one hand finally reaches billy's thigh, kneading across the inside, his other reaching to cup the side of his neck and squeeze-- before he directs billy's attention back to the road by turning his chin. he's eager too, but he very much likes being alive, thanks.]
Don't worry, sweetness, we'll have plenty of time to do whatever we like once we're there.
[ He chuckles as his attention is directed back to the road. ] I've got this. [ He considers driving his real talent. Yeah, he's got an actual superpower, but he sucks at using it most of the time. He's actually good at driving even if he drives like an asshole.
He takes the right and drives forward. It'll probably be a little less than five minutes at the rate he's going. He slows down for a brief moment at an intersection he knows has photo radar, otherwise he floors it. All the while he's grinning, bouncing slightly in his seat like a kid about to go on a roller coaster.
Everyone had their vices. Adrenaline was his.
He tenses up as Klaus touches his thigh; he's solid muscle underneath those jeans and he wants the other man to know it. Just build up that anticipation a little more, as if he wasn't already close to pulling over and fucking him up against the car. But a bed would be nicer, and he doesn't really want to have to drive back when he's in that sleepy post-sex daze. ]
Whatever we like, hm? And what do you like? [ His tongue darts out between his teeth, just for a moment. Driving while making out might be dangerous but there's no rule against talking dirty behind the wheel. ] Would you like it if I pinned you against the wall? How 'bout if I pick you up and toss you on the bed? [ A little tame to start, but he's just testing the waters. ]
I've no doubt about that, but it's other people I don't trust. [why does he trust billy at all? well, that's a little harder to explain-- he shouldn't, really, but something about 'freaks needing to stick together' or something heartwarming like that might've briefly flittered through his mind and it seems like they could both use a little normalcy in their lives. what's more normal than a romp between the sheets?
but good god, billy's adorable to watch, hopping up and down in his seat while they fly down the street. he slants the other male a half-lidded glance, fingers gripping tight, quivering on an exhale just as his pulse thuds rapidly.
hearts are wild creatures; thank god for ribcages or else klaus's would have leaped out of his chest already, swept away in the chaotic energy that is billy and his breakneck speeding.
the muscles tensing underneath his hand doesn't slow his heartbeat any, of course. another shaky breath out then he clenches his digits a little harder, applies firmer pressure with his fingertips against the inside of billy's thigh, teeth sinking down on his cheek to muffle a groan. he's gotta admit, the guy's good at finding loopholes.]
What do I like? Hmmm. [two can play at this game.] See, I have to admit, I'd thought about getting fucked on top of your car at least three different times. [should it be that easy to admit to something so vulgar? probably not, but klaus and shame do not go hand-in-hand often.]
They both sound good, honestly. Do I have to choose? Oh, [a moments hesitation, his hold tightening again,] what if I am extremely greedy and say I'd like to do both? Could you handle me more than once?
[ His breath hitches when Klaus mentions being fucked on the Camaro. It's something Billy's done before - it kind of comes with the territory when you date someone who's more attached to his car than he is most people - but that it's the first thing out of Klaus's mouth when he asks him what he likes pleases him.
He's always flattered when someone thinks he's handsome, but he damn well knows he's hot stuff. But he's always found himself more sexually compatible with people who like his car. ]
This place of yours have somewhere private to park? [ Because yes, he's already imagining how nice Klaus would look draped over the hood, pressing up against cold metal and a warm body all at once. ]
If there's something I can't handle more than once I've yet to experience it. [ He'll try anything once, twice, three times, and he gets the feeling his new companion is the same way. Perhaps this one'll actually be on his level. Billy went through lovers at breakneck speed; a known heart-breaker. Why wouldn't he be? No one could handle him (and, yes, he was just an asshole too). ] You think you can keep up with me, pretty-boy? [ He winks, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. ] I'll blow your mind if you can.
[klaus's eyes light up at the sound of billy's noise, teeth gleaming again in a vivacious grin, his shoulders rolling predatorily. good choice there, obviously, keeping the shorter boy's reaction in mind and he plans on using even that to his advantage—
since it's true? billy's hot shit and he's quite well-aware of it, so what better way to compliment him than the car? commenting on someone's good taste can be quite the potent aphrodisiac; he's done that before too with very little regret and tonight won't be any different.]
Lucky us, there's plenty of garage space when your house spans an entire block. [excessively huge, to be honest, but during moments like these, klaus is rather grateful for it because he really wants to fuck on top of this camaro, despite the possibility of friction burn.]
Then maybe I'll be the one to change that. [even with billy radiating confidence, he's got his own self-assuredness going for him when it comes to stamina and knowing exactly what they both want is soldifying his composure, making him chance a bolder motion of dragging his thumb over the zipper of billy's jeans-- then he abruptly gestures left using his other hand.] Take this left, swing a right then you can pull into the driveway and I'll pop out to open the garage. [another smirk of his own as he leans in, puffs a warm breath against billy's skin, teeth snapping playfully near his neck.] Challenge accepted, Firefly.
[ He bucks his hips a bit when Klaus runs his thumb over his zipper, letting him get a feel for what he's got beneath those jeans. ] You're an eager one, aren't you? [ But, proud creature that he was, he loves it when someone can't keep their hands off of him.
Billy turns that corner at such a speed that the back end of the car swings out a little, and he can feel the torque push him just slightly in his seat. Hey, there's no fun in driving if you don't take corners so fast you can feel it. ]
You should know I never back down from a challenge. [ So he'll just have to fuck Klaus's brains out. Win-win. His expression changes from confidence to stunned surprise as he pulls into the driveway and sees the sheer size of the building. Every house he's ever lived in seems positively minuscule in comparison. ] This is the place?
Can't help myself, [he admits with a shrug, hand dipping further between billy's legs as he thrusts up, lips still curved high.] I know what I like, what I want and when I want it.
[they whip around the corner and klaus clutches billy's thigh again, lets out an exceedingly giddy laugh then reaches to brace himself by flattening his other hand against the roof and leaning back in the seat, even if he's pressed against the door anyhow. following his hyena-like cackle, he whoops eagerly once they've straightened back out and turned into the driveway, holding steady for a moment before slumping down with a satisfied sigh.]
That's exactly what I was hoping you'd say. [sparing a glance toward the mansion, he shrugs, adds after a second,] Sure is. Ridiculous, ain't it? [then he rolls his eyes, undoes his seatbelt and moves to peck billy's cheek, hurriedly climbing out of the car so he can get the garage door open (but also avoid more questions).]
Good. When we get inside, you do exactly what you want, and I will, too. [ He practically purrs those words out. Billy's always prided himself on being the sexual awakening for a lot of his male partners, but he was growing tired of those blushing, nervous sorts. He was craving a partner who'd just act on every filthy thought they were having about him. Maybe tonight was his lucky night.
He can't help but smile (a genuine smile rather than a shit-eating grin, even) at Klaus's reaction when they turn the corner. That little move usually resulted in a smack on the shoulder and a 'stop driving like that'. Klaus is wild and reckless and that only makes Billy want him more.
Pulling his car into the garage, Billy's got nothing else to say about the mansion. Questions could wait. He wings the door open, his heavy boots slamming against the floor as he lifts himself out of the car. ] Well? [ He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it through the open car window, leaving his unbuttoned shirt hanging down around his broad shoulders. ] Come and get me.
[sounds promising, but a little disconcerting as well. klaus knows what he likes, not exactly what billy does, which makes him worry about making the wrong move at some point and getting beaten in a far less fun sort of way. lucky for the taller of them, billy had said what he did or else he might've second-guessed himself, high or not.
although he has to admit, getting to see an actual smile on the pyrokinetic's face was extremely gratifying. it's also helping reboost his confidence so that when the car is inside, his first instinct is to go for billy rather than moving to shut the door. with the camaro sitting how it is, they won't have to concern themselves with someone poking their nose in where it doesn't belong, even if that wouldn't bother klaus any. let people get their jollies however they can, honestly.
he's already around the front of the car and at billy's side literal seconds after he's been told to come get him, crowding back into the other man's space, both hands splaying across his bare chest and drifting up to his shoulders.] You know, normally, I'd be the one saying something like that? [while he asks, his fingers curl, nails raking back down billy's chest as he brushes their lips together.] But for once, I'm not complaining about the chase.
What can I say, I like to defy expectations. [ He returns the kiss, forceful and messy, shoving his tongue between Klaus's parted lips as he went at him with an insatiable hunger. As he starts to withdraw (hey, he's gotta breathe eventually) he nips at Klaus's bottom lip, just enough to pinch, then smiles at him cheekily when he pulls away.
He bucks his hips, crotch brushing against the taller man's thigh as he feels that familiar stirring in his loins. This was usually the part where he'd have to start actively suppressing his abilities so his partner didn't know that anything was 'off', but now he could just let loose and enjoy himself. ] Y'know what? I think you're the first person who gets to feel this. [ He says it like it's a privilege, to be the first sexual partner to see him as he really is.
Billy shakes the rest of his shirt off and wraps one arm around the other man's shoulders, yanking him in close enough that he's pressed right up against his bare chest. He's already warm and with every buck of his hips he grows warmer, heat rippling through him like a pulse. ]
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umbrella academy au - for hellseher
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck - [ Billy steps out of the car, pacing around a bit before doing something that looks like a poor attempt at a breathing exercise. He pops his trunk open and pulls out a jack, a lug wrench, and a spare tire before he gets to changing out the flat. With the speed he works one would think he's auditioning for a pit crew, and all the while he's cussing like a sailor.
Today has not been Billy's day. He just spent two hours stuck in traffic and half an hour of that was spent pulled over by the cops who were certain that he was on something and didn't let him go until he walked back and forth in a straight line twenty times and recited the whole alphabet backward. Fuck them, no one can recite the alphabet backward on the first try. To top it all off, the second he got going at a decent speed again his tire blew out and he had to slowly roll somewhere secluded so he could change it. After spending the better part of the day sitting still or being provoked, he'd be surprised if he made it through the tire change without setting something off.
And he doesn't. Right on queue, the bulb of a nearby lamppost burst as flame starts to engulf it. He jumps back a bit at the noise, wiping the sweat from his brow. ] Yeah, fuck you, too.
[ He flips the lamppost off, as if that'll help anything. It's a better outcome than he expected, though: at least he didn't torch his precious car or get himself into a world of trouble by setting one of those cops on fire. He's almost relieved until he sees some pale bastard dressed in all black standing in the shadows and staring right at him.
Billy just stares at Klaus slack-jawed for a moment, his cigarette falling out of his mouth and onto the ground. ] Dammit. [ He'd been caught red handed. What the hell should he do about that? Well, it was just a lamppost, and the guy he was looking at didn't exactly scream 'credible witness'. It's alright, it's alright, he'll just slip back into his car and drive away.
But as he reaches for the handle, a nearby trashcan starts to smoke, and then smolder, and then - well, that fluffy jacket his observer was wearing was about ten seconds away from lighting up like a bonfire.
He considers just driving off. He really does. But whatever sorry excuse of a conscience he has is still one step above letting someone who hadn't even pissed him off burn up in a back alleyway. ]
Hey, you, uh - [ He gestures to the trash can. ] You should get away from that.
just gonna drop a cw: drugs here because, well, it's klaus
what does cause him to snap to is another person's voice; it makes him blink a few times to clear the haze in his vision, eyebrows knitting together before he finally realizes: yes, that's another voice, and it doesn't seem too far away? but also, someone sounds pissed as hell about whatever they're doing, so it's not like he can just ignore whoever it is now. he puffs on the remaining bit of his joint, pinches the end between his fingers to make certain it's out then tucks the roach into the open pack of cigarettes he's got in his pocket.
climbing up onto this damn fire escape might've been a great idea when he was sober, but now that he's walking hand-in-hand with good ol' mary-jane and a few uppers, scaling down the ladder proves to be far more difficult than when he'd ascended the first time. mercifully, he manages to get back onto solid ground without breaking his neck, straightens himself out a bit and heads toward where he'd thought he heard the other person's cursing.
he stumbles across the scene of billy changing his tire, narrows his eyes, doesn't even really think much of it, but as the guy finishes and he goes to turn away, the street-light bursts into flames. the surprised yelp klaus lets out is completely undignified, barely smothered against the fur collar of his coat when he ducks down in an attempt to avoid being sprayed by the shower of sparks or the flames dropping onto the asphalt below.
holy fucking shit, he thinks, mouth hanging open, eyes wide as saucers. how the hell did that happen? while he's contemplating it, the skinny medium doesn't think to maybe pay attention to his surroundings until it's too late— shit, he's been seen and as he draws his attention from the light to the other male, it occurs to him: the little visitor who's decided to come creeping around his usual spot obviously wasn't expecting to be seen, either.]
Uhhh, [is about as far as he gets though, standing there like a deer caught in headlights, impossibly widened dark-ringed eyes looking frantically between billy, his car and the one way he knows how to get out of the alley. klaus could run, there's still the chance, but as he continues gawking, his curiosity gets the better of him.
that, and the fact a nearby trashcan has abruptly caught on fire.] Jesus Christ—! [he backpedals away from the burning drum, clutches his coat tighter around himself and whips his head back in billy's direction.]
Did... did you do that? And set the light on fire? [he redirects his attention to the lamp for emphasis then lowers his gaze again.] Don't worry, I'm not going to turn you in or anything, I just [pause] can't actually believe what I'm seeing.
Like, I'm pretty sure I'm high as a goddamn kite, but also: shit is spontaneously combusting? Please, just tell me I haven't lost my fucking mind.
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He's half tempted to just say 'yeah, you're losing it' and leave, but he can still feel that lingering flicker of heat in his chest he always gets when he's about to go off again. He can direct where it goes, if he's aware of it in time, but he can't put it out.
When the fire wants to come out, it will, and there's not a damn thing Billy can do about it. This guy's seen enough already, he can see Billy let off some steam, too. ]
No, you're not crazy. [ He inhales, deeply. ] Just stand back, alright?
[ He squeezes his eyes shut and exhales, slow and methodical, letting all of that pent-up anger out. What maintenance crew decided Friday night was the best time to close a bridge? What idiot got a fender bender going thirty miles per hour on the detour route? How'd they get a driver's license? Why'd the cops always have to pull him over, just because he sat there in traffic revving his engine at them? Why couldn't they take their backward alphabet and shove it right up their ass?
Billy clenches his fist and the fire in the trash bin grows, higher and higher and higher, flames licking up against the brick wall and leaving scorch marks. There's a high pitched hiss it's so hot -
- and then all at once it settles down, nothing but smoke and embers. Billy's heart pounds and his breathing is heavy, but the heat built up inside of him is gone. For now.
He turns to Klaus, glaring at him with those fierce blue eyes. ] You're damn right you're not turning me in. [He puts on his best angry face although something else shines through. He's afraid. His eyes are damp although he rubs his face with his sleeve in an attempt to hide it. Last time he was seen it didn't turn out very well for him, so here he was on the opposite end of the country trying to play normal and royally fucking it up. ]
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billy doesn't need to tell him twice to stand back. klaus shuffles back a little further, stuffs his hands into the pockets of his coat and focuses on the smoldering barrel, intent on seeing what else billy's got in store with this pyrokinesis of his. in the back of his mind, there's the slightest tingle of a thought: could he be one of the kids that escaped reginald's ever watchful eye? a long-shot, perhaps, but not impossible and he almost thinks to ask out loud, right up 'til the point the flames begin growing larger in the trashcan.
he watches in amazement, pupils entirely blown-out, heart hammering away against his ribs with excitement at the beautiful display. klaus has set his own share of fires when younger, marveled at the captivating glow, the slow burn of embers that are left behind-- but this? this is something else altogether. it grows and grows, singes the side of a building, it's so hot. there's even a moment where he's worried the brick will catch fire—
then it dies down again, but that doesn't lessen his blatant giddiness or the sparkle in his eyes.] That? Was fucking ah-maaaazing, holy shit.
[billy turns on him and the taller male stiffens, blinks then tips his head with consideration. is he supposed to feel threatened? to be fair, he's more than sure billy could take him down in a fight, no problem, although he likes to avoid conflict as much as possible nowadays.] Something tells me they wouldn't believe me anyway? But hey, you showed me yours, so I'll show you mine.
[doing so while he's intoxicated is going to be harder than usual, but here goes nothing. klaus glances around, locates the nearest (and smallest) things within the alley – which happen to be a few smooth stones – then focuses what little bit of energy he can muster into moving them. they tremble on the ground first, a fumble in his concentration, yet once he levels out, lets his thoughts become clearer, they ever so slowly begin lifting up.
he holds them there a minute, the edges of his lips curving before he flicks his fingers and twists his wrist, makes the trio of rocks float up and stack one on top of the other in his palm.]
Ta-daaa! [followed by a high-pitched giggle.] See? You aren't the only freak around these parts. [his hand overturns, deposits the pebbles onto the ground once more, his thumb sticking up as he aims the forefinger at billy and clicks his tongue.] And that's not even the weirdest thing I can do.
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[ He talks about it like it's a separate entity rather than a part of himself deeply rooted in his subconscious, in his own emotions. He spent his entire life denying himself most feelings, shoving them down in the hope that quenching them would also snuff out the fire that almost ruined his life so many times, so it may as well have been a separate entity for how little he understood it. And all his self-induced repression got him was a hair-trigger temper with nothing else to oppose it.
Case in point, when the rocks start to levitate, Billy wants nothing more than to shove Klaus down to the ground and wipe that cheeky little grin off his face, show him who's boss. This was the first time in all his life that he's met someone like him, and his fire was telling him that he was a threat, a competitor that needed to be subdued right the fuck now.
And why was he so damn giddy? That only provokes him further.
Had he not just pushed as much of his fire out as he possibly could, that feeling would have been stronger, and he might have succumbed to it. For now, he manages to relax, his stern expression softening into genuine curiosity. ] I've never -
[ Never known a time when he wasn't the only freak around. But admitting that just seems like a lot in front of a stranger, though the words that did slip out were enough to get the message across. ]
...What's the weirdest thing? [ He feels silly asking. This guy's not his friend, and if he was anything like Billy he could be equally dangerous, equally volatile. But he wants to know more. ]
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[his posture slackens and he shuffles a couple steps closer to billy, making sure to keep a respectable amount of distance as he walks a half-circle around him. perhaps it looks like he's sizing him up when he's literally just checking him out, but billy's free to take the look-over however he pleases, even if the suggestive way klaus's eyebrows lift is pretty unmistakeable. he's got a brother that has the same feelings about his own abilities-- too bad about him being dead, though.
what's funny about billy's internal reaction is that even at the academy when they were younger, things were always a competition. there's a reason their father gave them numbers rather than actual names; bless their loving robomom for finally changing that. if the other male comes at him, it won't be much of a fight, though he's been known to get in a few decent hits or kicks before going down, at the very least.
but can't he just be happy about finding another superpowered person?
he slinks his way back around, eyebrows arching with consideration at billy's inquisitiveness.] You've never what, hot stuff? [and that's funny, too. because of the fire and all? klaus snickers to himself since he thinks he's clever, yet it's probably a good thing he can use it more as a response to billy's question.]
I can see and talk to dead people. [also use evocation to summon them, but that's something he'll leave out for now.]
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Who knows what he would've been like if someone was actually encouraging him to compete.
He'd be lying to himself if he said he completely hated his powers. Most of the time they were a nuisance, and he spent a lot of time chasing adrenaline rushes and exhausting himself so he wouldn't accidentally torch public property every time something pissed him off. But it made him feel powerful, too, and he couldn't help but revel in that a little. Behind his asshole demeanor and confident swagger was the knowledge that if anyone really fucked with him they'd be sorry. ]
Never met anyone else like me. [ No one knew about him (except his fucking stepsister, but that was a problem for another day). He was vaguely aware that others existed but he never sought them out. He had his own problems to deal with. The look Klaus is giving him doesn't escape his notice, but he's still too high-strung about this whole situation to really appreciate it.
That last admission surprises him, enough that his posture loosens up a bit, going from 'about to pounce at any second' to 'maybe actually having a normal conversation'. ] That...that sounds intense. [ Understatement of the year. ]
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depending on how it would've been handled, it might have worked for him-- but the past is the past and there isn't much they can do about that right now.
his telekinesis is something he's only just discovered and he has to be completely sober for it to work on larger items and things like levitation, but that's... a lot harder than he'd like to admit. so, thankfully, billy doesn't know anything about that since he would be hesitant to offer information someone else could use against him. it's a fleeting thought: picturing how psychokinetic and pyrotechnical abilities could work together, but it is peculiarly distracting.
he blinks hard, shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, eyelashes still flickering while he redirects his attention to billy.] Never? Damn, you should come by the academy sometime. You'll feel right at home. [some of his siblings might even enjoy having someone like billy around (diego's mostly who he's thinking of, but with time, the others might learn to tolerate him).
noting how billy's demeanor relaxes, klaus lets his own stance do the same, the slope of his shoulders slumping under an invisible weight. man, whatever his dealer gave him tonight is really wearing him out. must have been an indica strain because if not for the adderall, he'd be dead on his feet.] Hell yeah, man. I mean... there's a reason I'm high.
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I'm not sure if you've noticed but I'm a bit of a powder keg. [ Right. Klaus was high as a kite. That's probably why he thought bringing him anywhere was an alright idea instead of an absolutely terrible one. Last time Billy got high he had some stupid ideas, too.
He's no stranger to drug use, although he's certainly more of a novice than Klaus. The rush is enough to get rid of that excess energy when there's nothing else for him to do, and it takes the edge off if his plans for the night involve a chance of getting beaten to a pulp. ]
I've tried that. It usually works, except for that one time I burned all my clothes off and didn't notice until the cops went after me for streaking. [ All things considered, one of the more harmless mishaps he's gotten himself into over the years. His lips curve upwards, and it's almost a smile. A nice change from all the scowling. He's never actually gotten to tell that particular story before, and it's...nice, to be able to speak honestly about it, even if he still had some hesitations. ]
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Sure have, but don't worry, sweetness. [he waves a hand, dismissive, fluttering his fingers toward the sky before lowering them to pluck the pack of cigarettes from his pocket.] Explosiveness isn't new to the Umbrella Academy and it's nothing we can't handle, so my offer stands. [actually, he's pretty sure naming things off that haven't happened to the mansion would be a shorter list at this point.
after shaking out one of the tobacco sticks and the roach he'd tucked away earlier, klaus pinches the slightest amount of nicotine from the cig, replaces it with the tiny bit of joint then lights up, holding momentarily as billy talks about his own drug use. the smoke comes out on an exhale, followed closely by an amused snort.]
Damn, you must've been stupidly high to not have noticed that. [a considering raise of his eyebrows, his mouth curving up at the edges.] And super cold because I can't imagine it would have been all that warm? Unless, of course, your temperature runs higher than normal, which would make sense.
Either way, those were some lucky ass cops.
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[ The makeshift joint reminds Billy that he dropped his own unfinished cig on the ground in shock. Figuring he could use a little distraction, he pulls a fresh one out of his jacket pocket. It lights itself as soon as it touches his lips, which wasn't a particularly impressive application of his power but it was one he could reliably control.
He cocks his head to one side at the 'lucky ass cops' comment. Klaus's staring hadn't exactly been subtle, but it puts him somewhat at ease. All of this stuff about academies and superpowers and feeling at home is so foreign to him that he can't help but scrutinize it. Being taken back for a good fuck, on the other hand, was familiar enough to navigate.
God, he was actually starting to consider going along with it. It has to be better than the seedy motel he was shacked up in right now. He just has to keep his guard up and not let this one thing they share - no matter how rare that thing was - trick him into trusting too easily. ]
I'm Billy. [ That gruff, defensive tone he's been employing so far gives way to something lower, more sensual, and he puffs out his chest. Yeah, keep staring. His shirt's unbuttoned for a reason. ] I'll think on that offer. Why don't you come for a ride with me first? [ He idly taps the roof of his car with one hand. ]
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[in spite of himself, he can't help watching billy grab a smoke himself, vivid emerald eyes sparkling beneath the dark of his lashes at the sight of the cigarette lighting itself. well, isn't that convenient? and he's going to pretend he's not thinking about what billy's hands would feel like on his far cooler skin.
his shoulders roll, almost predatorily as he slides closer yet again, filter tucked between his lips and hands on his hips while he exhales another cloud. he tilts his head one way then the other, striving – not that hard – to stifle his grinning by biting his cheek. if it's a fuck billy's looking for, he'll have no trouble convincing klaus to go along.
and to be fair, had he felt threatened, he'd have already turned tail and ran in the opposite direction. knowing all too well what it's like to have nowhere to go, it'd feel kind of nice to give back to someone anyway, even though they've only just met (which hasn't stopped him before, let's be real).]
Billy, [repeats the twiggy spiritist, voice also lowered, suggestively husky while he sidles up beside him to lean an elbow on the car roof, the hand reaching to brush his fingertips across the collar of billy's shirt. he's so close to his skin and yet still so far—] Pleasure to meet you, gorgeous. My name's Klaus. [a beat, just long enough for him to lean his hip against the door and flash his teeth.] Are we just going for a car ride or will I be riding something else as well?
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He grins, running his tongue over his teeth in a hungry (and not at all subtle) fashion. ] We'll see. [ But he's just being coy. He already knows the answer's 'yes, you will be riding something else', but he likes to tease.
Klaus brushes his collar, and Billy knows what he wants. To touch him, to see how he feels. He grabs him but the wrist and brings his hand down to the gap in his unbuttoned shirt, pressing it up against his bare chest. Billy's skin is warm, noticeably so; the warmth seems to ebb and flow in tune with his heartbeat.
He's always warm, but he usually suppresses it to something closer to normal levels when someone touches him. No need to do that now, and it excites him enough that he's starting to forget his hesitations about going to this Academy place. ] Get in. [ He releases his grip on Klaus's wrist, gently pushing him back a little as he does. Billy gave him a taste, now he wants to let that anticipation build for what it would feel like to be in his arms, naked, pressed up against him.
At least Billy's a fast driver. ]
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the way billy looks at him like he's a literal snack is pretty goddamn pleasing; his mouth curves higher before he can stop it, his own dark-ringed eyes becoming half-lidded.] Sounds promising.
[he really shouldn't enjoy being baited this much, but specifically once billy clasps his wrist and urges it against the warm skin beneath his shirt. there's an audible gasp at the sudden heat underneath his tattooed palm, the pads of his fingers ghosting up to the divot between his collarbones then drifting back down to the other male's left side where he gets a fleeting feel of his heartbeat.
then billy's making him withdraw way sooner than he'd like, the coolness returning to his digits almost instantly. he shivers, both at the chill and how he's being told to get into the car, his heels scuffling after he backpedals from the push. jesus christ, comes a thought, the remaining bit of cigarette dropping from his lips and hitting the concrete below. he snuffs it beneath his sneaker, doesn't hesitate to scramble into the passenger side of the camaro, already vibrating with exhilaration.
thank god, klaus has got a need for speed tonight.]
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Now that the topic's changed from superpowers to fucking, he leaves the former behind with a striking speed. That's how Billy is: he lives entirely in the moment, whatever's behind him is behind him, and whatever's ahead is a problem for another time. It's like he's always going a hundred miles an hour even when he's standing still.
He's exhausting, and he's reckless. But he's at least an excellent provider of irresponsible forget-the-world fun.
Not ten seconds after he shoves the keys in the ignition, the tires squeal as Billy slams on the gas, and whatever thrash metal song he'd been listening to blares over the radio. With his boot still pressing down on the gas, he leans over and gives the other man a quick peck on the neck; another brief taste of his warmth. Every bit of praise Klaus had given him had worked, had made him ache with desire.
He wants this so badly. He wants it now. But soon'll have to do. ]
How far away're we? Tell me where to go. [ And fast before Billy gets to an intersection and just has to pick a direction. ]
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although, he's always liked being handled a little roughly anyhow, so what would change that now? and going zero to a hundred has always been a plus in his book when it comes to a good old-fashioned joyride.
his seatbelt gets clicked into place seconds before billy lays on the gas, pressing him against the backrest, mouth falling open in a surprised gasp. goddamn, this car is sensational, but klaus would argue the male controlling it's far more extraordinary. feeling the heat of billy's mouth at his neck makes him simulatenously lean closer and peer down, the grin upturning his lips extra devious as he reaches to clasp billy's knee.]
Take the next right up here, [he manages somehow, exhaling a shaky breath, fingers gripping firmer while he begins sliding them higher on billy's leg.] Drive forrr... five or so minutes? Then I'll tell you where to go from there.
[until then, klaus's one hand finally reaches billy's thigh, kneading across the inside, his other reaching to cup the side of his neck and squeeze-- before he directs billy's attention back to the road by turning his chin. he's eager too, but he very much likes being alive, thanks.]
Don't worry, sweetness, we'll have plenty of time to do whatever we like once we're there.
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He takes the right and drives forward. It'll probably be a little less than five minutes at the rate he's going. He slows down for a brief moment at an intersection he knows has photo radar, otherwise he floors it. All the while he's grinning, bouncing slightly in his seat like a kid about to go on a roller coaster.
Everyone had their vices. Adrenaline was his.
He tenses up as Klaus touches his thigh; he's solid muscle underneath those jeans and he wants the other man to know it. Just build up that anticipation a little more, as if he wasn't already close to pulling over and fucking him up against the car. But a bed would be nicer, and he doesn't really want to have to drive back when he's in that sleepy post-sex daze. ]
Whatever we like, hm? And what do you like? [ His tongue darts out between his teeth, just for a moment. Driving while making out might be dangerous but there's no rule against talking dirty behind the wheel. ] Would you like it if I pinned you against the wall? How 'bout if I pick you up and toss you on the bed? [ A little tame to start, but he's just testing the waters. ]
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but good god, billy's adorable to watch, hopping up and down in his seat while they fly down the street. he slants the other male a half-lidded glance, fingers gripping tight, quivering on an exhale just as his pulse thuds rapidly.
hearts are wild creatures; thank god for ribcages or else klaus's would have leaped out of his chest already, swept away in the chaotic energy that is billy and his breakneck speeding.
the muscles tensing underneath his hand doesn't slow his heartbeat any, of course. another shaky breath out then he clenches his digits a little harder, applies firmer pressure with his fingertips against the inside of billy's thigh, teeth sinking down on his cheek to muffle a groan. he's gotta admit, the guy's good at finding loopholes.]
What do I like? Hmmm. [two can play at this game.] See, I have to admit, I'd thought about getting fucked on top of your car at least three different times. [should it be that easy to admit to something so vulgar? probably not, but klaus and shame do not go hand-in-hand often.]
They both sound good, honestly. Do I have to choose? Oh, [a moments hesitation, his hold tightening again,] what if I am extremely greedy and say I'd like to do both? Could you handle me more than once?
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He's always flattered when someone thinks he's handsome, but he damn well knows he's hot stuff. But he's always found himself more sexually compatible with people who like his car. ]
This place of yours have somewhere private to park? [ Because yes, he's already imagining how nice Klaus would look draped over the hood, pressing up against cold metal and a warm body all at once. ]
If there's something I can't handle more than once I've yet to experience it. [ He'll try anything once, twice, three times, and he gets the feeling his new companion is the same way. Perhaps this one'll actually be on his level. Billy went through lovers at breakneck speed; a known heart-breaker. Why wouldn't he be? No one could handle him (and, yes, he was just an asshole too). ] You think you can keep up with me, pretty-boy? [ He winks, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. ] I'll blow your mind if you can.
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since it's true? billy's hot shit and he's quite well-aware of it, so what better way to compliment him than the car? commenting on someone's good taste can be quite the potent aphrodisiac; he's done that before too with very little regret and tonight won't be any different.]
Lucky us, there's plenty of garage space when your house spans an entire block. [excessively huge, to be honest, but during moments like these, klaus is rather grateful for it because he really wants to fuck on top of this camaro, despite the possibility of friction burn.]
Then maybe I'll be the one to change that. [even with billy radiating confidence, he's got his own self-assuredness going for him when it comes to stamina and knowing exactly what they both want is soldifying his composure, making him chance a bolder motion of dragging his thumb over the zipper of billy's jeans-- then he abruptly gestures left using his other hand.] Take this left, swing a right then you can pull into the driveway and I'll pop out to open the garage. [another smirk of his own as he leans in, puffs a warm breath against billy's skin, teeth snapping playfully near his neck.] Challenge accepted, Firefly.
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Billy turns that corner at such a speed that the back end of the car swings out a little, and he can feel the torque push him just slightly in his seat. Hey, there's no fun in driving if you don't take corners so fast you can feel it. ]
You should know I never back down from a challenge. [ So he'll just have to fuck Klaus's brains out. Win-win. His expression changes from confidence to stunned surprise as he pulls into the driveway and sees the sheer size of the building. Every house he's ever lived in seems positively minuscule in comparison. ] This is the place?
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[they whip around the corner and klaus clutches billy's thigh again, lets out an exceedingly giddy laugh then reaches to brace himself by flattening his other hand against the roof and leaning back in the seat, even if he's pressed against the door anyhow. following his hyena-like cackle, he whoops eagerly once they've straightened back out and turned into the driveway, holding steady for a moment before slumping down with a satisfied sigh.]
That's exactly what I was hoping you'd say. [sparing a glance toward the mansion, he shrugs, adds after a second,] Sure is. Ridiculous, ain't it? [then he rolls his eyes, undoes his seatbelt and moves to peck billy's cheek, hurriedly climbing out of the car so he can get the garage door open (but also avoid more questions).]
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He can't help but smile (a genuine smile rather than a shit-eating grin, even) at Klaus's reaction when they turn the corner. That little move usually resulted in a smack on the shoulder and a 'stop driving like that'. Klaus is wild and reckless and that only makes Billy want him more.
Pulling his car into the garage, Billy's got nothing else to say about the mansion. Questions could wait. He wings the door open, his heavy boots slamming against the floor as he lifts himself out of the car. ] Well? [ He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it through the open car window, leaving his unbuttoned shirt hanging down around his broad shoulders. ] Come and get me.
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although he has to admit, getting to see an actual smile on the pyrokinetic's face was extremely gratifying. it's also helping reboost his confidence so that when the car is inside, his first instinct is to go for billy rather than moving to shut the door. with the camaro sitting how it is, they won't have to concern themselves with someone poking their nose in where it doesn't belong, even if that wouldn't bother klaus any. let people get their jollies however they can, honestly.
he's already around the front of the car and at billy's side literal seconds after he's been told to come get him, crowding back into the other man's space, both hands splaying across his bare chest and drifting up to his shoulders.] You know, normally, I'd be the one saying something like that? [while he asks, his fingers curl, nails raking back down billy's chest as he brushes their lips together.] But for once, I'm not complaining about the chase.
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He bucks his hips, crotch brushing against the taller man's thigh as he feels that familiar stirring in his loins. This was usually the part where he'd have to start actively suppressing his abilities so his partner didn't know that anything was 'off', but now he could just let loose and enjoy himself. ] Y'know what? I think you're the first person who gets to feel this. [ He says it like it's a privilege, to be the first sexual partner to see him as he really is.
Billy shakes the rest of his shirt off and wraps one arm around the other man's shoulders, yanking him in close enough that he's pressed right up against his bare chest. He's already warm and with every buck of his hips he grows warmer, heat rippling through him like a pulse. ]
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