monaboyd | The Beginning of Us

Title: The Beginning of Us - 1/25
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Part 1. Billy’s done something he shouldn’t have and only Dom can make it better.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated. Many, many thanks to

frojane and

uisinger for finding my mistakes and giving their honest opinion. You both rock. Seriously. *loves*
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. *sigh* Damn.
A/N: *waves* Hi. Miss me? I'm back, with a 25 part series originally inspired by *that* scene in the LOST ep ‘All The Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues.’ I think you know the one I’m talking about. Charlie. Tree. CPR. Ow. This started off as a one shot deal, but then muse decided to keep giving me ideas. Lots of them. I kinda love him right now. I'll be posting the next part on Friday. I hope you enjoy.

Part 1 - Hurt

Turn your heart in the direction of your greatest joy.

It’s the sensation of long, needful caresses along the slender column of his neck that wakes Dom from a sound sleep. He’s been dreaming of Billy, of course, and doesn’t want to let go of the marvelously sexy images. Long fingers sliding through ginger hair while exchanging passionate kisses; sweat slicked bodies winding together until you can’t tell where Dom ends and Billy begins. Beautiful green eyes gazing up at him, glittering like a majestic pool, pulling him in and enveloping him in a warmth that nothing can begin to compare to. Eyelids sleepily fluttering open, Dom gasps in surprise.

The late afternoon sun streaming through the large, open windows bathes Billy’s face and body in warm, soft light. It should be a romantic moment, one that ends in kissing and glorious lovemaking after being apart for too long, but Billy’s body language suggests otherwise. Kneeling on the bed at Dom’s side, there are dark smudges beneath Billy’s eyes and a peculiar expression on his face. His clothes are disheveled, like he’s slept in them for more than one day. Something is very, very wrong.

“Billy?” Dom asks hoarsely, voice still thick with sleep. “What are you doing here? What’s wrong, baby?”

Not hearing him, Billy continues to stroke Dom’s neck and chest, eyes almost panicked and glistening brightly. His touch is out of character as well. Haunted. Frightened. Almost desperate.

The defeated slump in his shoulders unnerves Dom, but it’s the quivering of Billy’s chin and the nearly unbearable sadness in his eyes that causes Dom’s heart to suddenly pound wildly against the wall of his bare chest. And then, suddenly, Dom understands what is going on. Why Billy is so upset.

“Oh, fuck,” he curses softly, quickly pushing himself up into a sitting position. “You watched it, didn’t you?”

Eyes filled with tears, threatening to roll down his cheeks any second, Billy nods miserably.

“Oh, Bills.”

Wrapping his arms around Billy’s frame, Dom draws him gently, yet firmly into his lap, rubbing his beard stubbled cheek against Billy’s tousled, ginger hair.

“Why Bills?” he whispers. “You said you wouldn’t. I begged you not to.”

Not answering him, Billy nuzzles his face into Dom’s neck, hand continuing to gently stroke the smooth, tanned, unmarked skin while his lips kiss and taste frantically. The desperate need in his caresses and murmurs touch Dom deeply, all the way to his soul.

“I’m okay, baby,” he soothes, rubbing the tense muscles of Billy’s back in long, slow strokes. “It wasn’t real.”

Feeling the hot dampness of tears against his neck, Dom tightens his arms around Billy’s trembling form, rocking back and forth a little, whispering soothing words and pressing gentle kisses to the side of Billy’s head.

“Bills, talk to me,” he requests. “Please.”

“Had to come here. See you for myself,” Billy replies, voice muffled against Dom’s neck. “Needed to touch you, Dommie.”

“I figured as much, you being here in Hawaii and all.”

Another series of soft kisses are pressed to Billy’s hair and face, hand guiding Billy’s chin up so their eyes can meet.

“Want you to touch me,” Billy breathes, eyes dark and fierce with the deluge of powerful emotions flowing through his body. “Need to feel you.”

Lowering his head, Dom covers Billy’s mouth in a long, deep kiss, tongue slipping inside the warm, moist heat.

“Of course, love,” he whispers when they finally part, Billy sagging limply in his arms, emotions leaving him drained and weak. “I’m right here. I won’t let you go.”

“You looked so . . .” Unable to say the word aloud, Billy shudders and exhales a ragged breath. Not meaning to squeeze so hard, his hand tightens around Dom’s tanned bicep as fear overwhelms him. “For a minute I thought you were-”

“Shhh,” Dom soothes. “It’s okay, Bills. You don’t have to explain.”

“No, I do,” Billy insists. “I watched you, hanging from that tree, and when Matt was pounding on your chest all I could think of was, what if you died and left me all alone? What if I never got another chance to tell you how much I love you? What if I never held you or touched you again? What if we never made love again?”

Billy’s accent is so thick as the words tumble out of his mouth in a rush that Dom can barely understand them.

“Dommie, I’ve never felt so alone in my whole life. It was like when my p-”

Guilt crashing over him, Dom winces. “I’m sorry, Bills.”

“And your neck,” Billy adds shakily. “The bruises. They looked so fecking real.”

“Just makeup, I swear,” Dom vows. “I was never in any danger. They took good care of me, Bills.”

Stroking a hand down Dom’s naked back, two of Billy’s small fingers slide between Dom’s cheeks to press against his tight entrance.

“Want to be inside you,” Billy nearly whimpers. “Now. Please.”

Understanding Billy’s need, having been overcome with similar feelings in the past, Dom trails long, loving and lingering kisses across Billy’s scruffy cheeks and soft lips. At the same time, his slender fingers work at the buttons of Billy’s rumpled shirt, soft and tender. His touch is gentle, intimate and caressing, taking extra care with Billy, as he clearly needs it.

“Love you, baby,” he whispers along the shell of Billy’s ear, fingers slipping the wrinkled cotton off his shoulders to reveal the pale skin beneath. “So much.”

Sighing softly, Billy cups Dom’s face between his small hands and brings their lips together. As their tongues thrust and tangle slowly, yet hungrily, Billy’s fingers slip lower, once again sliding over Dom’s neck, constantly reassuring himself that Dom really is okay.

“I’m alright, Bills,” Dom murmurs against Billy’s rosy, bow shaped lips. “I promise.” And then they’re kissing again, Dom sliding Billy’s shirt off his body and tossing it to the side before guiding Billy down to lay flat on the mattress. Lips and tongue traveling slowly down Billy’s body, kissing and tasting, Dom’s fingers make quick work of opening his belt and trousers. Tenderly, fingers slide through the soft hair covering Billy’s chest, hands caressing the warm skin and toned belly in lingering touches. He’s not sinewy and bony like Dom, all long limbs and sharp edges. Instead he’s trim and fit, slightly smaller than Dom, but still strong and somehow soft at the same time.

“Lift up,” he requests, and then Billy is naked beneath him, arms reaching out to draw Dom close.

Carefully straddling Billy’s bare hips, Dom reaches over to the nightstand for the bottle of lubricant in the top drawer. Eyes never leaving Billy’s, Dom quickly prepares himself with one hand, the other lovingly sliding over Billy’s increasingly aroused body in slow, soothing, comforting caresses. He can’t hold back a moan of pleasure when Billy takes one of Dom’s fingers into his mouth and sucks as though it’s Dom’s cock while the fingers of his other hand wrap around Dom’s arousal and pulls in long, smooth strokes.

When he’s been sufficiently stretched, Dom pours more lubricant into his palm to warm it and then tenderly strokes Billy’s cock until he’s rock hard, precome leaking from the tip.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asks quietly, cupping Billy’s cheek with his other hand and brushing at the dampness there.

“Need you, Dommie,” Billy pants, rocking and thrusting into Dom’s slick fist, fingers pressing into Dom’s narrow hips.

Nodding, Dom positions himself and slowly sinks down, lower and lower until Billy is buried in his tight arse to the hilt.

Knowing that Dom will need a few moments to adjust to him, Billy stills, their eyes locking and holding. It’s been over two months since they’ve made love, even longer since they’ve made love this way. A minute later the intense tightness surrounding Billy’s cock lessens as Dom’s body slowly begins to relax.

Leaning back and bracing his hands on Billy’s muscular thighs, Dom begins working himself slowly up and down Billy’s thick, slippery shaft, panting at the erotic sensation of having his lover inside him once again. Gazing lovingly at Billy, Dom’s soft blue-grey eyes search his face, wanting to be sure that Billy is with him. That he’s alright.

“Talk to me, Bills,” he requests, thumbs stroking Billy’s inner thighs as he thrusts his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“You’re so lovely, Dommie,” Billy replies softly, hands caressing Dom’s thighs and taut belly before wrapping his fingers around Dom’s cock again. Giving it a long, slow pull, he pants and rolls his narrow hips. Eyes smoldering, he continues stroking Dom’s arousal, thumb sweeping across the sensitive tip and eliciting a shiver. “So beautiful.”

“Touch me, Bills,” Dom begs breathlessly. “Love the way you touch me.”

Arching into Billy’s fist, Dom mewls and bites down on his lower lip, muscles trembling as he begins to ride Billy faster, increasing the pace of their lovemaking, and Billy’s pleasure.

“Dommie, wait.”

Instantly, Dom freezes, eyes worried. “What, baby?”

“I changed my mind,” Billy explains, his chest heaving. “I want you inside me.”

Nodding, Dom smiles softly. “Of course. Anything you want, Bills.”

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