It's the seventies, so Bill and Nancy being swingers is certainly a possibility. What if they invited Holden and Debbie over for an entirely different reason?
The married couple springs it on them after they've finished dinner and two bottles of wine between the four of them. Debbie is immediately open to the idea, and after some initial hesitation Holden goes along with it, mainly because he doesn't want to seem like a square, especially not next to his middle-aged colleague and his permed housewife slash real estate agent.
The next part of the evening starts out the way one would expect. In the master bedroom, with Bill trying out different methods of foreplay on Debbie like the gentleman he is, and Nancy initiating a kiss from a clearly struggling Holden, who's not quite sure what he wants and what he's allowed to do.
The two of them are still kissing, with Nancy boldly exploring Holden's youthful body while his hands never stray lower than her shoulders, when Bill grabs a condom from the orange patterned ceramic bowl on one of the two identical nightstands and proceeds to engage in sex with Debbie, who's not shy in telling him what she likes.
It distracts Holden for a bit, his eyes on Bill's body, familiar due to road school but unfamiliar in its full nudity and the movements it's currently making, the way his sizeable thighs and even larger gut look as he thrusts into Holden's girlfriend at a leisurely, even, yet unrelenting pace while she moans appreciatively and encouragingly, and a little exaggeratedly if you ask him.
He wishes Bill would return his gaze. Nancy stops her own voyeurism to pull him back into another kiss that's not exactly unpleasant but doesn't do much for him either. A stark difference from the enthusiastic activity beside them. Suddenly he feels bad for not having gratified her in any way yet, except for letting her feel him up. He quickly offers to use his mouth on her, and she readily accepts.
He finds she's as hairy as Debbie between her legs, which he likes. Any shaving down there would only remind him of the interrogation in Adairsville and Debbie's (astute) accusation afterwards. He goes to work, eager to please, although his mind is preoccupied with the fact that Bill has been here countless times before, this private spot of her body, with his fingers, tongue and cock. It's that thought that makes him moan against her sensitive flesh.
Bill and Debbie finish before Nancy even comes close to coming. Holden stubbornly continues, even though the untrained muscles of his jaw started aching a while ago. He can hear Bill light his post-sex cigarette. Nancy suddenly seems a lot more vocal. Holden figures it's because her husband's attention is on her now. It's probably not jealousy she's aiming for. Judging by their interactions during dinner, it's more about throwing yet another perceived inadequacy in Bill's face.
Then comes Debbie's voice, offering to take over from Holden. An offer which the older couple clearly wasn't expecting, judging by the sudden tension in Nancy's body that's got nothing to do with Holden's continued efforts, and Bill's momentary stunned silence. Holden bristles at the openly stated implication that he's bad at this particular act, it's not the first time Debbie has alluded to it, but Bill is swift to say that he wouldn't mind watching them do it, as long as Nancy is comfortable with the idea as well.
Holden wipes his mouth and watches Bill instead, as the older man looks at Holden's girlfriend expertly going down on his wife. The atmosphere in the bedroom finally grows into an intoxicating haze. Holden is unable to tear his eyes away from Bill's dick, slowly rising once more from between Bill's powerful, fleshy thighs as the man enjoys the sight next to them while taking savoringly slow drags of his cigarette. Virile, is the word that springs to Holden's mind, his own cock twitching to life at long last.
It's the sort of night where anything feels possible and within reach.
"May I?" he asks with a soft voice. His eyes are still glued to Bill's crotch, making his intent obvious. The noises coming from the ladies—a combination of quick wet sounds and breathy moans that Nancy definitely wasn't making when it was his head between her spread thighs—fade into the background. He doesn't wait for Bill to give him any sort of verbal permission, the older man seems stunned into silence again, instead going ahead with the intention to force himself to stop if Bill reacts negatively in any way.
But Bill doesn't stop him, and Holden ends up taking him into his mouth, causing Bill to drop his cigarette onto the bed. The older man swears and picks it up quickly to crush it into the bedside ashtray. Holden barely notices any of that, busy gripping and stroking Bill's thighs, brushing against the hairs there as he explores the abundant naked flesh while simultaneously getting his first heady taste of Bill. He thinks he might have a fascination with those thighs. They feel firm underneath the top layer of fat, and every once in a while, when he tries something with his tongue or mouth that he thinks Bill will appreciate, the muscles there twitch under his palms.
Bill starts a series of low groans, which he seems unable to hold back. Holden swells with pride. Apparently he's better at this than performing oral sex on a woman, and he finds that he cares a whole lot more about Bill's opinion of his oral skills than Nancy's or even Debbie's.
Bill's hand slides from Holden's hair to the side of his face, and Holden basks in its gentle touch. There's a sharp intake of breath next to them, which probably means that Nancy has either reached her peak or has glanced over at their side of the bed. He doesn't care enough to check, predominantly absorbed by the task in front of him and partly inside of him.
Bill's attention has yet to stray from Holden either. He seems to grow even more hard, one hand clawing the sheets as the other presses down on Holden's head, unthinkingly trying to keep him in place as his pleasure crests for the second time that evening. Holden doesn't mind one bit. He gladly swallows down whatever Bill has left to offer.
Later, when he thinks back to that precise, key moment, lying awake in the dark next to Debbie in her apartment, long after they've said a (rather awkward) goodnight to the Tenches, the willingness to do things for Bill, any sort of thing, no matter how vile or immoral, scares him. And, just like any other concept that's terrifying to him, there's this familiar, accompanying thrill running right alongside it.
I dont think even by far that Brian is a future psychopath. He is traumatized child that is not getting the help he needs and the whole issue with crucifixion.
The boy goes to church every sunday and hears about this man that came back to life..his child mind just though 'if we do the same as jesus everything will be fine'
The issue here is Bill is paranoid from his job and Nancy thinks he will get over it. No one is guiding Brian to the path to over come trauma....so there is that.
Also hells know what happened to him before being with the Tenchs
