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lavitanuova.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jun. 4th, 2005 08:26 am)A handfull of monaboyd ficlets I did for my birthday mathom a few weeks ago.
"Look, Billy, I just need you to not say anything for a few minutes, okay? I know you're probably thinking that I'm off my rocker or something, but man, I can't keep doing this. Maybe I am off my rocker, but - we're best mates, aren't we, Billy?"
"You know we-"
"Yeah, we are, I know, yeah. See, but that's the problem, you know? We're best mates, but I've never had a best mate like you. I mean... I've had mates that I was excited to see, but never anyone that it hurt to not see. And it hurts, when I don't get to see you for a while. I thought that it was just because we were so close during Rings, for a long time, but fuck it's been three years since we were in New Zealand, and I still feel that way. Like you're taking part of me every single fucking time you go. And I mean... when you ring me, I get so excited, it's like... Christmas morning, just to get to talk to you."
"Dom-"
"Yeah, I know, I know, you're thinking I really am a big girl's blouse, or something, but... I'm not gay, Billy. I'm not. I like women. I like sex with women. I like it a lot. I have lots of it. I mean, you know the whole story with me and Evie. We fool around a lot, but it's not anything serious. I mean... even if she wanted to be serious, I don't think I do, because she's not... she just doesn't have... all I can think about is you. And it's not like I wank to pictures of Orli or Johnny Depp or anything. It's just - I mean, it's not men, it's you. And it's not like the first time I saw you I thought, hey, there's a bloke I wouldn't mind taking it up the arse for. Cause I didn't Billy. I mean, this part of it is sorta recent, you know? And it's not even really that I fantasise about it, or anything. It's more like, I wouldn't mind it. Being closer to you. Just like... laying in bed with you in the mornings or... I don't know. Shit, Billy. This is really fucked up, isn't it? Christmas was so awesome, you crashing in my bed, haven't done that since New Zealand, and I watched you sleep, half the night, and it was just... I started to realise it then, you know? And I've been thinking over it since then, trying to decide what to do. So... what do you think?"
"... Dom... I..."
"Fuck, you're pissed at me, aren't you? I shouldn't have said anything, I knew it, it's just... I couldn't keep it in anymore. Don't hate me, Billy, okay? We're still best mates, right?"
"I'm not pissed at you, Dom. I'm... confused."
"Yeah. Me too."
"I need some time... Dom... Dominic, look at me... I'm not saying no, Dom. I'm just saying I need to think it over. This is big."
"Yeah... okay."
"Now, come on. You're going to be late for the talk show if you don't hurry up."
...
Billy was convinced that he simply could not do this scene.
He tried to make himself Pippin. He tried to lose himself in Pippin's mind-set. Tried to think hobbit, small, short, hairy feet, Middle Earth, world ending, Sauron, big scary eye, the Shire - but... oh, but he just couldn't.
After all, Pippin was a lad with a sense of humour, and he couldn't imagine Pippin keeping much of a straight face at this particular moment, either.
Merry had an erection.
Billy wasn't sure if anyone else had noticed, but part of him wondered how they could not notice. It was rather, ehm, impressive, actually. And silly. Quite silly. Tenting out his hobbit breeches in a way that was obscene.
But they had to finish this scene, regardless of any arousal that a certain blond-haired hobbit happened to be exhibiting. Calling on every bit of professionalism that he possessed, Billy gave his line with the straightest of face and the most genuine of expressions, bursting into uncontrollable laughter only after the blinking red light of the camera had abated.
He saw the irritation and amusement on the face of every cameraman and director and stagehand, and, feeling the slight flush of embarrassment, excused himself to his trailer. But, before he did, he turned to Dom. "Perhaps you'd like to join me?"
Dom's face was an absolute blank, but he nodded, biting his lip and wincing a little before taking a step.
Billy waited until the door the trailer was closed and locked before raising an eyebrow at Dom. "Problems?"
Dom groaned, and buried his face in his hands. "Fuck. I feel like I'm 16 again."
"Ah, Dommie, it's not so bad. Happens to everyone. Well. Not women, but. You get what I'm saying." He tried to be supportive.
"Yeah, yeah."
Billy felt a momentary swell of bravery, and reached out, laying a hand on Dom's knee.
Dom groaned again. "Fuck, Billy, please don't do that."
Billy squeezed Dom's knee, and then...
... slid his hand, up Dom's thigh. He felt Dom freeze, go absolutely still, and suck in a breath. "I can help." Billy said, softly.
Dom released the breath. "... yeah?" He lifted his head and turned it a little, eyebrows raised.
Billy just grinned. "Yeah."
...
angst
Billy stares at the script in front of him.
The movie will never got shot. They'll never star together, they'll never be BillyAndDom again. Dom keeps saying, yeah, sure, maybe over the next break, let's see if we can get that directer that was interested, we'll do it, soon, but soon keeps getting put off. Billy thought, maybe this time, maybe over this break they'd get something really done, but then Dom rang and he was so excited, this new role, big movie, gonna be a good one, Bills, and Billy hadn't even mentioned the script.
It's mostly finished. Billy tries not to think about how he's written more than half of it, how he's the only one that's worked on it in months. But even so, it's mostly finished.
He thinks of that one scene, the one where the main characters are going surfing, and one of them breaks his finger. Emergency room hilarilty ensues, and Dom's the one that thought of that one, thought that it might be kind of cool to put little bits and peices of reality in. But in reality, there hadn't been much hilarity in the emergency room, while Billy waited to have his finger x-rayed. Mostly Dom had just fussed over him, gotten him water and then a soda to drink, bothered the lady behind the counter, wanted to know why it was taking so long, when his mate was in pain. Dom really had been upset; had thought it was his fault, that his shouting something at Billy had been the distraction. No amount of Billy's reassurance had been able to convince Dom that it hadn't.
He thinks of other things in the movie - how the bird that's after Dom seems to bear a striking resemblance to that one slightly fanatical makeup girl that pseudo-stalked Billy, and how Dom had laughed so hard when Billy'd found those sweets in his chair that morning, from Nancy, of course. Billy'd let her down easy, but it had been hard, hearing nothing but Dom's little snickers.
He tries to remember a time when Dom was enthusiastic over the script. When Dom would ring him in the middle of the night wanting to discuss character development and a little change to this or that and hey, when you fly out to see me we can look it over together, when will that be? Come see me soon, Bills? I miss you, L.A. is lonely, maybe I could just come see you?
They've not seen in each other in almost four months now, and with Dom filming in the Carribean soon, he thinks it'll probably be at least that long. Dom doesn't really visit much. He's got too many other things to do, other commitments that he's made. Other projects that he's excited about.
Billy puts the script back in the drawer.
...
Bill/Dom + Cliff
Dom tries not to be too overt. He's perfectly aware that they're being watched by every person milling around backstage - every volunteer and bodyguard and disgruntled Creation worker and TORN staffer and - and Cliff.
He snickers and leans in, whispering something to Billy, something that makes Billy laugh. They'd talked about this, in the hotel room - after a quick shag, of course, they had their priorities in order, of course. Talked about how they'd have to be more discreet, a difficult adjustment to make after the relative freedom that three weeks in Hawaii had offered.
But they made the sacrifice, and it wasn't like they didn't have enough practice. Besides, they were the sort of mates that touched a lot, so it wasn't as if the policy were strictly hands-off.
Just... mostly.
Which apparently doesn't include Billy's hand on Dom's thigh. Dom almost reminds him, but fuck, that's Billy's hand on his thigh, and Dom can't quite convince himself that it's a bad thing.
Cliff apparently doesn't think so either.
Dom loves how Cliff is trying not to watch. Really putting up a valiant effort, he is. Eyes all focused on the edge of the curtain. Like he's really interested on what's going on outside.
Nice try. No such luck. Dom's a bit more perceptive than that.
He stands, and holds a hand out to Billy, who takes it and holds it after he's standing, for a moment or two longer than is strictly polite. He tries to ask where they're going, but Dom just shakes his head. Follow me, he says, and Billy (holding out hopes for a quick shag, or at the very least, a hand job in the maintenance closet) does just what Dom has asked.
Dom leads him down a small hallway, then another. No one is back here; they’re all closer to the stage, not wanting to miss any of the action, but Dom still checks carefully anyway. He only wants to be caught by the right people.
Once he’s sure that no one else is around, he pressed Billy to the wall. Billy’s hands go to his hair, tugging and mussing what is already well-mussed hair. They still taste like each other, and go about relearning with teeth and tongues what they might have forgotten in the space of two hours.
When Dom pulls away, Billy looks flushed but happy, his eyes slightly glazed over. Dom has to ignore the half-hard bulge in Billy’s trousers, lest he drop to his knees and give a little too intimate a show.
Ah, but still – there’s nothing wrong with a bit of a tease. “Can’t wait till this night’s over, Bills. Gonna take you back to the hotel room and let you fuck me hard.”
Billy’s gasp is quite satisfying, and Dom leans back in for another kiss.
“We have to get back, before someone misses us.” Billy whispers.
“Yeah…” Dom pauses, listens to the very faint sound of retreating footsteps. “Wouldn’t want anyone to miss us.”
...
"Dom, when I said this suit was big enough for the both of us, I didn't mean-" Billy groaned, wishing he'd never even opened his mouth.
"I wonder if we could walk like this..." Dom was busy wondering, seeming oblivious to the stifling heat. Billy poked his hand through the mouth and tried to pry it open more, just to let in a little bit of fresh air.
"They're goin' to miss us soon," Billy said hopefully. "We'd better get a move on. Don't we have that thing... at the thing.. soon?"
"Nope!" Dom said. Billy could only see the faint outline of his face, the light from one bare storeroom bulb filtered in through the bug-like eyes. "Not till half two, we've got at least an hour left. Let's try walking? Here, you just..."
Dom rearranged them as best he could, until Billy was actually in front of him, instead of slightly to the side. They each had one foot going down each of Mickey's legs. "Fuck, the guy that wears this one must be massive," He said. "Lucky us. Though I feel sorry for the kids who had to meet an obese Mickey Mouse."
Billy felt a wet kiss press into the back of his neck. "It's too hot for that," He warned. "Can't we just get out?"
"Not yet..."
Billy stiffened when he felt Dom's hand moving. "I thought you wanted to try walking?"
But Dom had apparently changed his mind. "This is more fun, now that I think about it."
Billy tried to squirm away, but that only had the predictable result, and once he felt Dom's cock beginning to harden against his backside, he knew the battle was lost. And by that time, Dom's hand had wandered a bit more, right down between Billy's legs, pressing and rubbing in a way that was quite nice.
"Still too bloody hot..." Billy grumbled, but it lost some of its effectiveness when he punctuated it with a gasp.
"So we'll go on Splash Mountain next. Get you cooled down a little bit." Dom slipped a hand inside Billy's trousers, and wrapped his fingers around Billy's cock. Billy hummed a little and leaned back, pressing his arse against Dom.
"Fuck-" Billy said, his voice a little bit lower and a little bit more distracted, rocking himself into Dom's fist when Dom's strokes proved to be too slow for him. Dom sped up, grinning and licking at Billy's neck.
When he bit down hard on the tendon, Billy let out a slightly less muted groan and came, cock jerking and spilling into Dom's hand. Billy slumped back, letting Dom support him until he decided that his knees could hold him up again.
He could still feel Dom’s hard on digging into his bum, but when he reached around, Dom stopped him. “Save it for later,” He whispered.
“But-“ Billy, in his hazy afterglow, wanted to return the favour.
Dom just grinned, already reaching for the zipper on the suit. “No, save it, because you’re gonna give me a hand job on Splash Mountain.”
...
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Dom limped in, holding his elbow in one palm. His chin was bleeding just a little, and if he'd had a tail, it would have been tucked between his legs.
Once the instant flurry of panic had retreated and Billy knew that he was okay, he had to hold back a laugh. "I'm afraid to ask how the other guy is," He said with a gentle smile, not prying for details. Dom's mouth pinched up a little tighter, either in annoyance or embarrassment, but he allowed Billy to lead him into the loo.
"Does it hurt?" Billy asked softly. He knew the answer, but he also knew that speaking would help to distract Dom. He grabbed a small pad of gauze and a bottle of antiseptic, holding the pad on the top of the bottle and turning the bottle upside down for a split second.
"Course if bloody well hurts."
Billy had to pry Dom's fingers open in order to swipe the pad over his skinned palm. "Were you going very fast?"
Dom sort of shrugged. "Could have been worse, I guess. Damn dog, running right in front of me... started me, I just... turned the handlebar and it spun... - FUCK!" He yelped. "You could have warned me." He yanked his hand away, and Billy let him. He was done with that one for the moment.
"My Dommie..." Billy bent and kissed his palm. "I'm sorry, but it would have been worse if you'd known it was coming. Unfortunately - that trick only works once. I need to clean your face..."
He looked at the smudges of dirt and dust across Dom's forehead and cheeks and bit back another smile. "You'll live, I promise."
"I want chocolate cake." Dom said sulkily, but he let Billy clean the dirt off and then use another gauze pad to clean at the scrapes on his face.
"I'll make you a chocolate cake," Billy promise. "Just hold still - I need your elbow now."
"But it hurts..." Dom whined a little. "Can't you just - do you have to - with that - " He nodded at the bottle in Billy's hand. "Stings."
"'m sorry." Billy said. "But I have to. Bandaid's too - I've got some cream I'll put on first, to make it heal faster. Neosporin."
"Does it hurt too?"
"No."
"... all right then."
Despite his acquiesences, Dom squirmed more than the last three children that Billy'd had to patch together. He whined, and complained, and tried to pull away, but in the end, Billy managed to get him all fixed up.
...
"Does it hurt?"
"Like bloody hell." Billy says, twisting away when Dom reaches a hand out. He recognizes that glint in Dom's eyes, that mischevious little something that Billy has learned either means Dommie's up to something or Dommie's thinking something naughty, though he can't often distinguish betwee the two. But for the moment, he's sure enough, and keeps his flushed red skin just outside of Dom's reach. "Don't touch."
"What if I put more sunscreen on you? Won't do much to help what you'd got now, but it might feel a bit better, and it won't get worse if I do."
Dom is reaching for the bottle of lotion before Billy even replies. He squirts a dollop on one palm and rubs it between his hands. It's still cold when it touches Billy's skin, but it feels like heaven against the sunburn.
Minutes drift away for Billy as his eyes slip shut and he gives himself to the luxurious feeling of Dom's long fingers rubbing up and down his spine, between his shoulder blades and across the curves of his shoulders. He hardly noticed when Dom stop moving his hands and just rests them there. But then Dom blows on his skin, a burst of air that is cool against his lotion slick skin. He jumps and Dom laughs, low and pleasant and not nearly as irritating as Billy thinks that it should be.
Billy mutters something foul underneath his breath, but the corners of his mouth are already turning in a smile. Dom presses an apolagetic kiss into the space just below Billy's ear, which has been spared the sun and its damage. "Feel better?"
"Much." Billy twists around, cringing at the stinging protest of his body. "Thanks, love."
Dom looked at him. "You think that deserves nothing more than a simple 'thanks'?" He holds up his hands and wiggles his fingers. "These things are magic, baby. Kiss!" He leans forward and puckers up.
Laughing, Billy leans forward and bestows on Dom one kiss, smacking loudly their mouths together with a dramatic flourish. And then he moves back in - presses his mouth against Dom's again, more slowly, smiling into the kiss when Dom practically crawls into his lap to get closer. Billy's hands instictively find Dom's waist, and Dom - being careful of the thick sunscreen coating Billy's back - reaches up to play in Billy's hair, cupping his face and deepening the kiss after pausing for a breath.
"Mmm. Dom." Billy keeps his hands on Dom, but breaks away. "Is that payment enough?"
Dom laughs, a bit breathlessly. "No, but we can work out some sort of installment plan, if you'd like."
Billy reaches around behind him, grabbing the pillow they always bring along. He positions it so that he can prop himself up in a half-sitting, half laying position without having to worry about the rough blanket hurting him. Spreading his legs, he motions for Dom to lean in between them. Dom settles into the comfortable position, forehead against Billy's neck and he's fill with a warmth that has nothing to do with the sun and everything to do with the way Billy's arms are holding him.
"Look, Billy, I just need you to not say anything for a few minutes, okay? I know you're probably thinking that I'm off my rocker or something, but man, I can't keep doing this. Maybe I am off my rocker, but - we're best mates, aren't we, Billy?"
"You know we-"
"Yeah, we are, I know, yeah. See, but that's the problem, you know? We're best mates, but I've never had a best mate like you. I mean... I've had mates that I was excited to see, but never anyone that it hurt to not see. And it hurts, when I don't get to see you for a while. I thought that it was just because we were so close during Rings, for a long time, but fuck it's been three years since we were in New Zealand, and I still feel that way. Like you're taking part of me every single fucking time you go. And I mean... when you ring me, I get so excited, it's like... Christmas morning, just to get to talk to you."
"Dom-"
"Yeah, I know, I know, you're thinking I really am a big girl's blouse, or something, but... I'm not gay, Billy. I'm not. I like women. I like sex with women. I like it a lot. I have lots of it. I mean, you know the whole story with me and Evie. We fool around a lot, but it's not anything serious. I mean... even if she wanted to be serious, I don't think I do, because she's not... she just doesn't have... all I can think about is you. And it's not like I wank to pictures of Orli or Johnny Depp or anything. It's just - I mean, it's not men, it's you. And it's not like the first time I saw you I thought, hey, there's a bloke I wouldn't mind taking it up the arse for. Cause I didn't Billy. I mean, this part of it is sorta recent, you know? And it's not even really that I fantasise about it, or anything. It's more like, I wouldn't mind it. Being closer to you. Just like... laying in bed with you in the mornings or... I don't know. Shit, Billy. This is really fucked up, isn't it? Christmas was so awesome, you crashing in my bed, haven't done that since New Zealand, and I watched you sleep, half the night, and it was just... I started to realise it then, you know? And I've been thinking over it since then, trying to decide what to do. So... what do you think?"
"... Dom... I..."
"Fuck, you're pissed at me, aren't you? I shouldn't have said anything, I knew it, it's just... I couldn't keep it in anymore. Don't hate me, Billy, okay? We're still best mates, right?"
"I'm not pissed at you, Dom. I'm... confused."
"Yeah. Me too."
"I need some time... Dom... Dominic, look at me... I'm not saying no, Dom. I'm just saying I need to think it over. This is big."
"Yeah... okay."
"Now, come on. You're going to be late for the talk show if you don't hurry up."
...
Billy was convinced that he simply could not do this scene.
He tried to make himself Pippin. He tried to lose himself in Pippin's mind-set. Tried to think hobbit, small, short, hairy feet, Middle Earth, world ending, Sauron, big scary eye, the Shire - but... oh, but he just couldn't.
After all, Pippin was a lad with a sense of humour, and he couldn't imagine Pippin keeping much of a straight face at this particular moment, either.
Merry had an erection.
Billy wasn't sure if anyone else had noticed, but part of him wondered how they could not notice. It was rather, ehm, impressive, actually. And silly. Quite silly. Tenting out his hobbit breeches in a way that was obscene.
But they had to finish this scene, regardless of any arousal that a certain blond-haired hobbit happened to be exhibiting. Calling on every bit of professionalism that he possessed, Billy gave his line with the straightest of face and the most genuine of expressions, bursting into uncontrollable laughter only after the blinking red light of the camera had abated.
He saw the irritation and amusement on the face of every cameraman and director and stagehand, and, feeling the slight flush of embarrassment, excused himself to his trailer. But, before he did, he turned to Dom. "Perhaps you'd like to join me?"
Dom's face was an absolute blank, but he nodded, biting his lip and wincing a little before taking a step.
Billy waited until the door the trailer was closed and locked before raising an eyebrow at Dom. "Problems?"
Dom groaned, and buried his face in his hands. "Fuck. I feel like I'm 16 again."
"Ah, Dommie, it's not so bad. Happens to everyone. Well. Not women, but. You get what I'm saying." He tried to be supportive.
"Yeah, yeah."
Billy felt a momentary swell of bravery, and reached out, laying a hand on Dom's knee.
Dom groaned again. "Fuck, Billy, please don't do that."
Billy squeezed Dom's knee, and then...
... slid his hand, up Dom's thigh. He felt Dom freeze, go absolutely still, and suck in a breath. "I can help." Billy said, softly.
Dom released the breath. "... yeah?" He lifted his head and turned it a little, eyebrows raised.
Billy just grinned. "Yeah."
...
angst
Billy stares at the script in front of him.
The movie will never got shot. They'll never star together, they'll never be BillyAndDom again. Dom keeps saying, yeah, sure, maybe over the next break, let's see if we can get that directer that was interested, we'll do it, soon, but soon keeps getting put off. Billy thought, maybe this time, maybe over this break they'd get something really done, but then Dom rang and he was so excited, this new role, big movie, gonna be a good one, Bills, and Billy hadn't even mentioned the script.
It's mostly finished. Billy tries not to think about how he's written more than half of it, how he's the only one that's worked on it in months. But even so, it's mostly finished.
He thinks of that one scene, the one where the main characters are going surfing, and one of them breaks his finger. Emergency room hilarilty ensues, and Dom's the one that thought of that one, thought that it might be kind of cool to put little bits and peices of reality in. But in reality, there hadn't been much hilarity in the emergency room, while Billy waited to have his finger x-rayed. Mostly Dom had just fussed over him, gotten him water and then a soda to drink, bothered the lady behind the counter, wanted to know why it was taking so long, when his mate was in pain. Dom really had been upset; had thought it was his fault, that his shouting something at Billy had been the distraction. No amount of Billy's reassurance had been able to convince Dom that it hadn't.
He thinks of other things in the movie - how the bird that's after Dom seems to bear a striking resemblance to that one slightly fanatical makeup girl that pseudo-stalked Billy, and how Dom had laughed so hard when Billy'd found those sweets in his chair that morning, from Nancy, of course. Billy'd let her down easy, but it had been hard, hearing nothing but Dom's little snickers.
He tries to remember a time when Dom was enthusiastic over the script. When Dom would ring him in the middle of the night wanting to discuss character development and a little change to this or that and hey, when you fly out to see me we can look it over together, when will that be? Come see me soon, Bills? I miss you, L.A. is lonely, maybe I could just come see you?
They've not seen in each other in almost four months now, and with Dom filming in the Carribean soon, he thinks it'll probably be at least that long. Dom doesn't really visit much. He's got too many other things to do, other commitments that he's made. Other projects that he's excited about.
Billy puts the script back in the drawer.
...
Bill/Dom + Cliff
Dom tries not to be too overt. He's perfectly aware that they're being watched by every person milling around backstage - every volunteer and bodyguard and disgruntled Creation worker and TORN staffer and - and Cliff.
He snickers and leans in, whispering something to Billy, something that makes Billy laugh. They'd talked about this, in the hotel room - after a quick shag, of course, they had their priorities in order, of course. Talked about how they'd have to be more discreet, a difficult adjustment to make after the relative freedom that three weeks in Hawaii had offered.
But they made the sacrifice, and it wasn't like they didn't have enough practice. Besides, they were the sort of mates that touched a lot, so it wasn't as if the policy were strictly hands-off.
Just... mostly.
Which apparently doesn't include Billy's hand on Dom's thigh. Dom almost reminds him, but fuck, that's Billy's hand on his thigh, and Dom can't quite convince himself that it's a bad thing.
Cliff apparently doesn't think so either.
Dom loves how Cliff is trying not to watch. Really putting up a valiant effort, he is. Eyes all focused on the edge of the curtain. Like he's really interested on what's going on outside.
Nice try. No such luck. Dom's a bit more perceptive than that.
He stands, and holds a hand out to Billy, who takes it and holds it after he's standing, for a moment or two longer than is strictly polite. He tries to ask where they're going, but Dom just shakes his head. Follow me, he says, and Billy (holding out hopes for a quick shag, or at the very least, a hand job in the maintenance closet) does just what Dom has asked.
Dom leads him down a small hallway, then another. No one is back here; they’re all closer to the stage, not wanting to miss any of the action, but Dom still checks carefully anyway. He only wants to be caught by the right people.
Once he’s sure that no one else is around, he pressed Billy to the wall. Billy’s hands go to his hair, tugging and mussing what is already well-mussed hair. They still taste like each other, and go about relearning with teeth and tongues what they might have forgotten in the space of two hours.
When Dom pulls away, Billy looks flushed but happy, his eyes slightly glazed over. Dom has to ignore the half-hard bulge in Billy’s trousers, lest he drop to his knees and give a little too intimate a show.
Ah, but still – there’s nothing wrong with a bit of a tease. “Can’t wait till this night’s over, Bills. Gonna take you back to the hotel room and let you fuck me hard.”
Billy’s gasp is quite satisfying, and Dom leans back in for another kiss.
“We have to get back, before someone misses us.” Billy whispers.
“Yeah…” Dom pauses, listens to the very faint sound of retreating footsteps. “Wouldn’t want anyone to miss us.”
...
"Dom, when I said this suit was big enough for the both of us, I didn't mean-" Billy groaned, wishing he'd never even opened his mouth.
"I wonder if we could walk like this..." Dom was busy wondering, seeming oblivious to the stifling heat. Billy poked his hand through the mouth and tried to pry it open more, just to let in a little bit of fresh air.
"They're goin' to miss us soon," Billy said hopefully. "We'd better get a move on. Don't we have that thing... at the thing.. soon?"
"Nope!" Dom said. Billy could only see the faint outline of his face, the light from one bare storeroom bulb filtered in through the bug-like eyes. "Not till half two, we've got at least an hour left. Let's try walking? Here, you just..."
Dom rearranged them as best he could, until Billy was actually in front of him, instead of slightly to the side. They each had one foot going down each of Mickey's legs. "Fuck, the guy that wears this one must be massive," He said. "Lucky us. Though I feel sorry for the kids who had to meet an obese Mickey Mouse."
Billy felt a wet kiss press into the back of his neck. "It's too hot for that," He warned. "Can't we just get out?"
"Not yet..."
Billy stiffened when he felt Dom's hand moving. "I thought you wanted to try walking?"
But Dom had apparently changed his mind. "This is more fun, now that I think about it."
Billy tried to squirm away, but that only had the predictable result, and once he felt Dom's cock beginning to harden against his backside, he knew the battle was lost. And by that time, Dom's hand had wandered a bit more, right down between Billy's legs, pressing and rubbing in a way that was quite nice.
"Still too bloody hot..." Billy grumbled, but it lost some of its effectiveness when he punctuated it with a gasp.
"So we'll go on Splash Mountain next. Get you cooled down a little bit." Dom slipped a hand inside Billy's trousers, and wrapped his fingers around Billy's cock. Billy hummed a little and leaned back, pressing his arse against Dom.
"Fuck-" Billy said, his voice a little bit lower and a little bit more distracted, rocking himself into Dom's fist when Dom's strokes proved to be too slow for him. Dom sped up, grinning and licking at Billy's neck.
When he bit down hard on the tendon, Billy let out a slightly less muted groan and came, cock jerking and spilling into Dom's hand. Billy slumped back, letting Dom support him until he decided that his knees could hold him up again.
He could still feel Dom’s hard on digging into his bum, but when he reached around, Dom stopped him. “Save it for later,” He whispered.
“But-“ Billy, in his hazy afterglow, wanted to return the favour.
Dom just grinned, already reaching for the zipper on the suit. “No, save it, because you’re gonna give me a hand job on Splash Mountain.”
...
nopostageneeded-verseDom limped in, holding his elbow in one palm. His chin was bleeding just a little, and if he'd had a tail, it would have been tucked between his legs.
Once the instant flurry of panic had retreated and Billy knew that he was okay, he had to hold back a laugh. "I'm afraid to ask how the other guy is," He said with a gentle smile, not prying for details. Dom's mouth pinched up a little tighter, either in annoyance or embarrassment, but he allowed Billy to lead him into the loo.
"Does it hurt?" Billy asked softly. He knew the answer, but he also knew that speaking would help to distract Dom. He grabbed a small pad of gauze and a bottle of antiseptic, holding the pad on the top of the bottle and turning the bottle upside down for a split second.
"Course if bloody well hurts."
Billy had to pry Dom's fingers open in order to swipe the pad over his skinned palm. "Were you going very fast?"
Dom sort of shrugged. "Could have been worse, I guess. Damn dog, running right in front of me... started me, I just... turned the handlebar and it spun... - FUCK!" He yelped. "You could have warned me." He yanked his hand away, and Billy let him. He was done with that one for the moment.
"My Dommie..." Billy bent and kissed his palm. "I'm sorry, but it would have been worse if you'd known it was coming. Unfortunately - that trick only works once. I need to clean your face..."
He looked at the smudges of dirt and dust across Dom's forehead and cheeks and bit back another smile. "You'll live, I promise."
"I want chocolate cake." Dom said sulkily, but he let Billy clean the dirt off and then use another gauze pad to clean at the scrapes on his face.
"I'll make you a chocolate cake," Billy promise. "Just hold still - I need your elbow now."
"But it hurts..." Dom whined a little. "Can't you just - do you have to - with that - " He nodded at the bottle in Billy's hand. "Stings."
"'m sorry." Billy said. "But I have to. Bandaid's too - I've got some cream I'll put on first, to make it heal faster. Neosporin."
"Does it hurt too?"
"No."
"... all right then."
Despite his acquiesences, Dom squirmed more than the last three children that Billy'd had to patch together. He whined, and complained, and tried to pull away, but in the end, Billy managed to get him all fixed up.
...
"Does it hurt?"
"Like bloody hell." Billy says, twisting away when Dom reaches a hand out. He recognizes that glint in Dom's eyes, that mischevious little something that Billy has learned either means Dommie's up to something or Dommie's thinking something naughty, though he can't often distinguish betwee the two. But for the moment, he's sure enough, and keeps his flushed red skin just outside of Dom's reach. "Don't touch."
"What if I put more sunscreen on you? Won't do much to help what you'd got now, but it might feel a bit better, and it won't get worse if I do."
Dom is reaching for the bottle of lotion before Billy even replies. He squirts a dollop on one palm and rubs it between his hands. It's still cold when it touches Billy's skin, but it feels like heaven against the sunburn.
Minutes drift away for Billy as his eyes slip shut and he gives himself to the luxurious feeling of Dom's long fingers rubbing up and down his spine, between his shoulder blades and across the curves of his shoulders. He hardly noticed when Dom stop moving his hands and just rests them there. But then Dom blows on his skin, a burst of air that is cool against his lotion slick skin. He jumps and Dom laughs, low and pleasant and not nearly as irritating as Billy thinks that it should be.
Billy mutters something foul underneath his breath, but the corners of his mouth are already turning in a smile. Dom presses an apolagetic kiss into the space just below Billy's ear, which has been spared the sun and its damage. "Feel better?"
"Much." Billy twists around, cringing at the stinging protest of his body. "Thanks, love."
Dom looked at him. "You think that deserves nothing more than a simple 'thanks'?" He holds up his hands and wiggles his fingers. "These things are magic, baby. Kiss!" He leans forward and puckers up.
Laughing, Billy leans forward and bestows on Dom one kiss, smacking loudly their mouths together with a dramatic flourish. And then he moves back in - presses his mouth against Dom's again, more slowly, smiling into the kiss when Dom practically crawls into his lap to get closer. Billy's hands instictively find Dom's waist, and Dom - being careful of the thick sunscreen coating Billy's back - reaches up to play in Billy's hair, cupping his face and deepening the kiss after pausing for a breath.
"Mmm. Dom." Billy keeps his hands on Dom, but breaks away. "Is that payment enough?"
Dom laughs, a bit breathlessly. "No, but we can work out some sort of installment plan, if you'd like."
Billy reaches around behind him, grabbing the pillow they always bring along. He positions it so that he can prop himself up in a half-sitting, half laying position without having to worry about the rough blanket hurting him. Spreading his legs, he motions for Dom to lean in between them. Dom settles into the comfortable position, forehead against Billy's neck and he's fill with a warmth that has nothing to do with the sun and everything to do with the way Billy's arms are holding him.
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