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Category: Drama
Status: Complete
Rating: R
Fandom: Hard Core Logo
Pairing: Billy/Joe
Warnings: Implied sexual violence, language
Summary: Set during the movie, the band goes on their reunion tour, and Joe decides it’d be cool to share a room with Billy again. Billy’s POV.
Disclaimer: The Hard Core Logo characters belong to Michael Turner, Noel S. Baker, Bruce Macdonald and Rolling Thunder Productions. They are used without permission.
Acknowledgements: Many thanks to Amy, for the wonderful beta. Any mistakes are mine, not hers.
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Billy fumed silently when he found he was to share a room with Joe. It shouldn’t have been a surprise; they’d always shared in the old days. And of course, Joe had organised the rooms. Of course, he’d put Billy in with him. Five years on, and nothing had really changed.
Well, that wasn’t quite true. They were all older and wiser. Except Joe. Joe with his fucking punk ideals, still spinning the same crap he spun years ago, still thinking he’d get the same reaction from everyone. Still thinking he was cool; he was Hot Shit.
Face it, Joe, you’re nothing but an aging punk who can’t let go and move with the times, Billy thought contemptuously. He watched derisively as Joe enthusiastically picked up their bags and made their way to the room, then shrugged and casually dragged a crumpled packet of cigarettes from his pocket, expertly lighting one before following him in.
Pipe and John watched him curiously.
“What the fuck are you staring at?” Billy spat, glaring at them.
They simply smirked and shrugged before moving away.
Billy sighed. Fuck! What the hell was he even doing here? A question he’d asked himself a million times already. This place was a dump; he should be back in LA with Jenifur. Playing lead guitar. In a band on the verge of hitting the big time. Actually making money. Staying in 5-star hotels... instead of in this dump with a bunch of no-hoper ex-punks.
Billy stopped short in the doorway of the room, his eyes narrowing angrily. He strode to the bed and threw himself down on it.
“So, where you sleeping, Joe?” he challenged.
Joe grinned disarmingly and threw himself on the double bed beside Billy.
“Why, right here, Billiam! Why?” he asked innocently.
Billy sat up and glared at Joe as he dragged on his smoke. “You fucking well know why. I am not sharing a bed with you.”
“Aw, Billy, you still mad about last time?” Joe said smoothly, resting his hand lightly on Billy’s thigh. “Come on, that was five years ago, forgive and forget, hey?”
Billy simply stared at him. Had he heard right?
“Besides, Billy,” Joe lowered his voice. “You know you wanted it.”
Billy’s mouth gaped open as the real reason for this tour finally dawned on him.
“You are one sick motherfucker, Joe,” Billy said slowly, his voice deadly. “Get your fucking hand off me, and get the fuck out of my life.”
He stood up and picked up his bag, then turned to look at Joe, studying him coolly. Seeing the satisfied smirk on his face, the curled lip conveying all sorts of messages of disdain… and his eyes. Those cool, hard eyes, like ice. Not giving a fuck about Billy, only about What Joe Wanted. And What Joe Wanted was glaringly obvious. Even Pipe and John had seen it, and Billy was a fool not to have picked up on it earlier himself.
“Fuck you, Joe,” Billy said quietly. “If you want it, you’ll have to take it. Again. Just like you took it last time. Because I’m not giving it. And I swear to God if you come near me again I’ll fucking kill you. And that’s a promise.”
He turned to walk out.
“Where are you going, Billy?” Joe called after him. “Billy! Come back, Billy, you cunt!”
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Billy had managed to track down another cheap motel well away from where the others were staying. It was, yet again, a dump. But at least he was alone. And safe from Joe.
He heard a soft voice calling.
“Billiam… oh Billiam!”
Billy ground his teeth at hearing the detested nickname again.
Knocking at the door.
Oh fuck!
“Billy… open the door. Come on, Billy… please?”
Silence.
“Well fuck you then, Billy!”
Loud crashing noises, then the door flew open.
Billy lay on the bed, a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips.
“Fuck off, Joe,” he warned.
“As if!” Joe snorted. “Fucking ungrateful cunt, the things I do for you.”
He scrounged around in Billy’s bag, found the bourbon and opened it, taking a long swig before plonking himself on the bed beside Billy. Billy snatched it off him and took a long gulp.
“Fuck off, Joe,” he repeated dully.
“Billy, Billy, Billy… you never fucking learn, do you?”
“Oh, and you do, oh wise one,” Billy drawled.
“I’ve learned more than you think.”
“You’ll never learn Joe, you can’t learn because you won’t change. You’re the same meat head punk you were five years ago, fucking cocksucker,” Billy said, weary of Joe’s attitude.
Joe grinned. “Yeah. Cool, huh?”
Billy snorted. He was right; Joe hadn’t changed a bit. He was still an asshole – and he still had that killer smile and those piercing eyes that cut right through Billy’s defenses and Billy hated that.
Joe wriggled closer. “Billy, Billy, come on, come back to the hotel,” he wheedled. “It’s better than this dump.” He snorted. “Here I am trying to make things nice and comfortable for my precious little Billiam, and what does he do? Runs out on me!” Joe sighed dramatically.
Billy’s lip curled in grudging amusement. “You’re a fucker, Joe.”
Joe shrugged.
Billy inhaled deeply on his cigarette, blowing the smoke in Joe’s face and looking directly into his eyes. Joe didn’t flinch as Billy stared him down. “Meant what I said, Joe,” Billy whispered. “Touch me and you’re fucking dead.”
Joe smiled. “That’s my boy!” He got to his feet and offered Billy his hand.
“I mean it, Joe!” Billy stressed as he took the proffered hand and got to his feet. He stood in Joe’s personal space and pointed his finger, continuing to stare him down. “I fucking mean it, okay?”
“I know,” Joe acknowledged, not breaking eye contact. “Now, get your gear and let’s get out of here.”
Billy gave him one final, hard look before picking up his bag. Yeah, Joe was glad to have him back, of that much Billy was certain. But Billy purposely ignored the part of his own soul that was glad to be back, because he knew that if he didn’t, he would once again be sucked into the world of Billy-n-Joe. A world that he knew he would never be able to leave again.
THE END