Here are two snippets of what I'm writing. I'm going to the right word is attempt as I am one who never finishes what I start, especially fanfiction wise drag Billy and Don's asses across the fifty states. Wacky hijinks will ensue. Pray that I will finish this.
Kansas
It’s called prairie madness, Billy says. His shirt rides up when he stretches out, revealing pale hairs and even paler skin.
Don twists a brown stem of grass into a knot. What are you talking about?
Billy sits up on the blanket and puts his weight on his elbow. That feeling of isolation you get when you realize that there’s nothing around you.
And you go nuts, Don finishes, tossing the broken grass behind him. He laughs when Billy whistles and circles his ear with his finger.
Batshit crazy man. He shifts closer to Don until their legs touch.
Don reaches for two blades of Kansan grass and knots them together.
New York
In the hamlet of Narrowsburg, NY the air smells like the Delaware River and spring rains. Over the roar of the swollen river outside their motel Billy shoves Don to the floor. His large hands press down and grind muscle into bone. He cuts his teeth along Don’s jaw to his mouth, his face flushed and body electric.
Don’s body is rubbing raw against the carpet and he takes the pain, gritting his teeth. I’ll make you open up and Don does, holding onto Billy’s side tighter to the rough drilling of his hips.
Billy tells him he’s perfect, so damn perfect aren’t you Donny boy. Look at me, look me in the eyes, that’s right. That’s right.
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