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A knight in shiny Levi's: Billy 2

A knight in shiny Levi's: Billy 2

Ben Allen
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Billy fondled the watch on his wrist that Brendan had given him just over a year ago as a going-away present. The two Irish lads had fallen passionately in love with each other and that love would endure forever. To Billy, it seemed that his life began when he met Brendan and that it had been a hurricane of adventure ever since that dreadful night when Brendan was shot in the head by an IRA terrorist on October 1988.
Sighing nostalgically, Billy’s attention drifted from the watch to his Levi’s. He loved these jeans and he would never throw them away even though they were starting to look the worst for wear because they had been like a second skin to the Irish lad through all the adventures of the past year and if they could talk they could divulge so many of Billy’s most intimate secrets.
Running the tip of his index finger around the faded halo from the blood stain left there by the stab wounds that Liam Lynch had inflicted on him and that Samirah hadn’t managed to wash out; Billy grinned and nodded his head contentedly because that bloody bastard’s throat had been cut and his dead body cremated in his rented car, thanks to Mike.
Scratching at another stain on the leg of his tight jeans, Billy’s grin broadened as he imagined what a forensic examination of the denim would disclose about his amazing escapades, since that day when Mike had phoned him from London and asked him to meet-up in Dublin.
There would be petrol stains from when they had burned down Joseph Murray’s luxurious bungalow.
There would be sperm from the torrid stint with Ryan in the toilet of the bar after the performance of West Side Story in Her Majesty’s Theatre London.
There would be milky tea from the numerous cups that Mike had made to calm Billy’s nerves.
There would be vomit from the many times that stress and anguish had upset his stomach.
There would be urine from the time that a disguised Mike had made Billy jump in the toilet of Les Palmiers’ bar in Agadir when he was peeing and when Billy had urinated on the leg of his Levi’s.
There would be beer from the bar, served to him by Rachid, the Moroccan barman who had become Billy’s lover and who had saved his life.
There would be couscous and tagine from the first times Billy had tried eating the delicious dishes with his fingers and dropped the hot handful on his knees.
There would be argan oil from the many sensual massages that Samirah had given him during that wonderful weeklong sexual retreat in the mountains, when she’d initiated him in the art of sex and when he’d concluded that he definitely was gay because he’d fallen in love with Rachid.
There would be cannabis from the drug dealers who’d poisoned Rachid’s brother, cut Liam Lynch’s throat and almost murdered Billy and Rachid.
All of this had been made possible by his enigmatic English friend, Mike, who had just left Billy to the plane in London and Billy’s grin became an outright smile as he remembered standing in the middle of the crowded airport with Mike as though they were the only people there, looking at each other but avoiding eye contact, for what could have been one minute or ten. Passers-by observing them glanced back over their shoulders and wondered what they were doing together because they appeared to have nothing in common, Mike looking more than ever like a nutty professor and Billy like the lead singer in a boy’s band. No outward sign gave away anything of the very secret bond of conspiracy that existed between the two intrepid friends and the many astounding exploits that now bound them together.
Language
English
Pages
317
Format
Kindle Edition
Release
September 16, 2015

A knight in shiny Levi's: Billy 2

Ben Allen
0/5 ( ratings)
Billy fondled the watch on his wrist that Brendan had given him just over a year ago as a going-away present. The two Irish lads had fallen passionately in love with each other and that love would endure forever. To Billy, it seemed that his life began when he met Brendan and that it had been a hurricane of adventure ever since that dreadful night when Brendan was shot in the head by an IRA terrorist on October 1988.
Sighing nostalgically, Billy’s attention drifted from the watch to his Levi’s. He loved these jeans and he would never throw them away even though they were starting to look the worst for wear because they had been like a second skin to the Irish lad through all the adventures of the past year and if they could talk they could divulge so many of Billy’s most intimate secrets.
Running the tip of his index finger around the faded halo from the blood stain left there by the stab wounds that Liam Lynch had inflicted on him and that Samirah hadn’t managed to wash out; Billy grinned and nodded his head contentedly because that bloody bastard’s throat had been cut and his dead body cremated in his rented car, thanks to Mike.
Scratching at another stain on the leg of his tight jeans, Billy’s grin broadened as he imagined what a forensic examination of the denim would disclose about his amazing escapades, since that day when Mike had phoned him from London and asked him to meet-up in Dublin.
There would be petrol stains from when they had burned down Joseph Murray’s luxurious bungalow.
There would be sperm from the torrid stint with Ryan in the toilet of the bar after the performance of West Side Story in Her Majesty’s Theatre London.
There would be milky tea from the numerous cups that Mike had made to calm Billy’s nerves.
There would be vomit from the many times that stress and anguish had upset his stomach.
There would be urine from the time that a disguised Mike had made Billy jump in the toilet of Les Palmiers’ bar in Agadir when he was peeing and when Billy had urinated on the leg of his Levi’s.
There would be beer from the bar, served to him by Rachid, the Moroccan barman who had become Billy’s lover and who had saved his life.
There would be couscous and tagine from the first times Billy had tried eating the delicious dishes with his fingers and dropped the hot handful on his knees.
There would be argan oil from the many sensual massages that Samirah had given him during that wonderful weeklong sexual retreat in the mountains, when she’d initiated him in the art of sex and when he’d concluded that he definitely was gay because he’d fallen in love with Rachid.
There would be cannabis from the drug dealers who’d poisoned Rachid’s brother, cut Liam Lynch’s throat and almost murdered Billy and Rachid.
All of this had been made possible by his enigmatic English friend, Mike, who had just left Billy to the plane in London and Billy’s grin became an outright smile as he remembered standing in the middle of the crowded airport with Mike as though they were the only people there, looking at each other but avoiding eye contact, for what could have been one minute or ten. Passers-by observing them glanced back over their shoulders and wondered what they were doing together because they appeared to have nothing in common, Mike looking more than ever like a nutty professor and Billy like the lead singer in a boy’s band. No outward sign gave away anything of the very secret bond of conspiracy that existed between the two intrepid friends and the many astounding exploits that now bound them together.
Language
English
Pages
317
Format
Kindle Edition
Release
September 16, 2015

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