Westpoint Tales
by Kiwi
Entangled Tales - 37 - Justin & Billy
Entangled Tales – 37. Justin & Billy
On the way back into town, Billy crossed the road and ran up the narrow track which led up on to the low embankment which ran parallel to the road.
"Where are you going now?"
"Come on, this way - it's a short-cut back to the end of the main street. If we go this way, we won't have to go past Ma's place. I don't want to waste time visiting her today."
"Visiting your Gran is not a waste of time."
"It is today. We've got better things to do."
They walked on the flat track on top of the embankment which curved around, skirting the ends of the town's streets and around towards the lagoon where the fishermen's wharves were.
"What is this bank anyway? Is it some sort of flood wall?"
"No, Doofus. Floods come from the river, not out towards the beach. There used to be a railway line out here - from the wharf right out to the tiphead."
"Why did they build a railway to the tiphead? There's nothing out there. Were they going to build a railway to Australia or something?"
"No. That's how they built the tiphead - pushed wagons of rocks out and tipped them off the end. The railway used to cross the river too, it went all the way out to the Cape. That's where the quarries are that they got the rock from. There's an old bridge here - watch your step."
They crossed on the railway sleepers across the small bridge. "It doesn't look that old really. Pretty well preserved?"
"They kept the line out here for years. I don't remember it, but I've seen photos. A guy used to go down to the tiphead to light the lamps for the shipping. He sat on a small cart on railway wheels and it was pulled along by a dog in a harness."
"Ah, the good old days! You're lucky to have grown up here. I've still got a lot to learn about living in Westpoint."
"Yeah, you have. The first thing every 'good' kid learns in Westpoint is not to play with the Carvers."
"But I like playing with the Carvers. One of them anyway, I LOVE playing with him."
Billy turned around and grinned at him again. "And he LOVES playing with you too. I wish you could run."
"Just keep walking Boy - we're getting there."
"Yeah, just see that you don't stop and talk to all your fans on the way."
They walked along the embankment, around the edge of the lagoon where the wharves began. There were a few small pleasure-boats moored out on the water, and a long shed at the top of a concrete ramp.
"Westpoint Yacht Club? I've never seen any yachts out on the water."
"You see them sometimes, but not often. It's just another relic of the old days really."
The nearer they got to the end, the more obvious it became that it was an old railway route. There was no tall scrub lining it here and the gravel was the large sort only seen on railway lines. There was also a lot of old coal dust which made a firm, level surface to the track.
They passed the moored fishing boats, (Claire's dad was not in yet), and stepped down on to the top end of the main street. On the way up there, they stopped and bought some hamburger buns from the 7-day bakery. Back at the hotel they dropped the buns in the kitchen and ran upstairs to Justin's room.
They dived on to the bed and kissed, urgently. Justin backed off and looked down at him. "We'll have to make the most of the time we've got - Jonathan's sleeping in here tonight."
"What? No! Bugger Jonathan. Well - not, actually. I thought he had his own room?"
"Not tonight, he's homeless - we kicked him out because we needed the room for Crispian, so he's sleeping in here. Don't worry, we'll put a mattress on the floor for him."
"Okay then. So long as he stays down there. I don't want to be a toy-boy for twins."
"That's never going to happen, my love. You are mine and mine alone - well for today anyway."
"That's right - for today. I love you Justin, but don't get too intense on me. That freaks me out. What did we have to go out to the beach for anyway? We could have been here, doing this."(kiss)
"It's a nice day for a walk and I need the exercise for the foot. But, more importantly, I want to know you, Billy. I want to spend time with you, do things with you and get to know you - all of you. If sex was all there was to it, (great as it is), I could buy that anywhere. It's you I love," (kiss) "the person in there, behind these beautiful," (kiss), "blue," (kiss), "eyes. And I want you to know me too - all of me."
"Well I like what I see so far," he grinned. "Fuck me, Justin. Fuck me."
"Billy, my love, I will never 'fuck' you. I'll make love to you all day long, but I'll never fuck you."
"Make love to me then, Superboy."
And he did. And they did. And He did, and He did.
Afterwards they lay there, side by side, holding hands under the covers. Billy looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about you of course. What else? Actually, there's a song that says it pretty well, I'll sing it to you."
He got out and got his old guitar, sat crosslegged and naked on the end of the bed, then he leant forward and kissed him gently. "This is for you, my beautiful Sunny Boy." And he sang:
"Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain.
Sunny, you smiled at me and then you eased my pain.
Now the dark days are gone - and the bright days are here.
My Sunny one, so sincere. Sunny one so true - I love you.
Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain.
Sunny, you smiled at me and then you eased my pain.
Now the dark days are gone - and the bright days are here.
My Sunny one shines so sincere. Sunny one so true - I love you.
Sunny, thank you for the sunshine you gave to me.
And Sunny, thank you for the love you brought my way.
You gave to me your all and all. And now I feel ten feet tall.
Sunny one so true - I love you
Sunny, thank you for the truth you let me see.
Sunny, thank you for the facts from A to Z.
Somehow I was torn, like a windblown sail,
then our love was born when you held my hand.
Sunny one so true - I love you
Sunny, thank you for the sunshine bouquet
Sunny, thank you for the love you brought my way.
You gave to me your all and all. And now I feel ten feet tall.
Sunny one so true - I love you. I love you. I love you."
He finished and looked intently at his love. "Why are you crying, Billy? Was I that bad?"
Billy grinned and scrambled up to hug him. "It wasn't bad at all. That was beautiful. It's just that you are so beautiful, I don't know if I can be all that you think you see in me. You're far too deep for me."
"I don't think, I see. I see you and I love you."
"I'm trying, Justin. I'm really trying." He sat up and wiped his eyes, then grinned.
"Enough of this. Let's get cleaned up, then we - or I - will get the burgers started."
Billy's burgers were a big hit with the family. Crispian wasn't there though - he'd rung to say that he'd been invited to stay and eat with the Lewis's. Jonathan, fresh back from lunch at MacDonalds was very impressed.
"Billy, these are great, much better than Macca's. Gran, you should sack old Connors and hire Billy for your cook."
"That's not going to happen. Nobody's sacking Connors. You are a good cook though Billy, these hamburgers are really good. I don't see any way you could improve them. Is that what you plan on doing? Being a cook? Top chefs make really good money you know."
Billy, embarrassed, blushed bright-red. "Thanks, Mrs. Reynolds. I don't know what I want to do yet. I'm not really a cook though, I just make burgers. It's just my hobby. I like burgers so I try to make better ones."
Justin pushed back from the table, walked over to the door, and looked back at Billy with a huge grin. "You are a cook, Billy. The burgers are Ace. Plus you did the fries and the coleslaw. But the thing I like best are your buns - You've got great buns Billy."
"Justin!!" He leapt up from the table and chased the laughing boy away up the stairs.
Kathleen and Jonathan both looked at Bob to see how he was reacting to that overtly sexual exchange. He just took another bite of his (3rd.) burger and chewed, thoughtfully.
"These are good burgers, you know, really good."
He caught the eyes looking at him. "What? Okay, I could get used to those two. He's a good kid that Billy, I like him."
"Superboy doesn't make mistakes, Gramps. We should all know that by now."
"Perhaps you're right, Jonathan. Maybe - we'll see."
Justin and Billy went out for a walk - up the Esplanade along the river up to the bridge. They stood on the bank, under the big bridge skipping stones out on the water until it got too dark to see. They strolled back down the main street, close but not touching, talking quietly, communing, touching with their minds. Back at the hotel, they went straight up to their room, stripped to their underwear, and cuddled up together in bed, happily lost in their own little world. Despite the excitement of tomorrow's trip, they soon drifted off to sleep together.
Jonathan cruised around on his own business. He spent some time with Whozzat in Jay's garage. He tried to get Daniel to talk about Tony, but all that did was deflate his happy mood, and he didn't want to talk about it. Toddy, aware of Jonathan's plans, tried to help get Daniel talking, but that just made him worse and he stormed off in a huff. Toddy rolled his eyes at Jonathan, then ran off after Daniel.
Jonathan made a late visit - through Lana's bedroom window. He arrived back at the Adelphi, late, and crept quietly intro the bedroom. He quickly stripped off his outer clothes and looked down at the small mattress on the floor, with a sigh. He looked over at the two sleeping on the bed - the room was actually quite well lit by the streetlights outside.
They were cuddled up together, but, for some reason, Jonathan was pleased to see that they weren't sleeping face-to-face like he did with Justin. Instead, Billy lay on his side, knees bent slightly and Justin was spooned around his back. He had one arm flung across him and his face was buried in Billy's hair which looked black in the streetlight.
Strangely happy for seeing that, Jonathan slid into his own bed and was soon asleep also.
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