Mexico :: A Series of Drabbles, for piccalo
[ bb/dm ] PG-13
i
Dominic makes the long drive every other other week; alone, if he has to, when Elijah's too knackered or can't be bothered to tag along and drive. Whenever he pulls up, Billy is waiting for him in the driveway, wearing rubber sandals and cut-off jeans and with one hand casting a sharp shadow that cuts across his face. Billy smiles in the darkness of his hand until Dominic covers his mouth with his own.
Around them Mexico is the color of bone and the dry earth sticks to the soles of both their shoes like talcum powder to damp skin.
ii
Late at night, the country framed by the bedroom window seems to crawl and thrum in ways that Dominic cannot understand. The plants cast strange, thick shadows and leave abstract silhouettes on the landscape. Foreign insects chatter outside in alien tones and bat against the mesh webbing of the screen door in the kitchen. The air is thick but fragrant with district, unnamable smells. Dominic stands at the open window for long moments before Billy snakes his arms around him, pulling him backwards, into the tiny space of his cramped bed.
The sheets stick to their skin when they fuck.
iii
The sex is dark and strong and different here. It's not like in LA or in New York or the UK, or anywhere else they've ever been. Billy, who had reminded Dominic for so long of his abandoned home (with its gray skies and its rolling coasts), has begun to change. It's like the change in the landscape on Dominic's drive down. Things grow wild and untamed and subtly ferocious with the deepening south.
Dominic believes that Billy's kiss has begun to taste like Mexico. It leaves a strange tingling sensation on his tongue long after the sex is over.
iv
"Don't go back, Dom," Billy says one night. "This place is strange and late at night, sometimes I think She's talking to me?"
"Who?" Dominic whispers in the darkness.
"Mexico. She's so beautiful and so terrible. She makes me I forget who I am." The words cling to Billy's lips as he shivers from some hidden fever. "I need you here to help me remember." His hands drift from Dominic's neck down to the waist of his jeans ? expectant.
Outside, Mexico stretches ? naked beneath the gaping sky ? for miles, and Dominic asks to learn Her secrets from Billy's open mouth.
