monaboyd | The Beginning of Us

Title: The Beginning of Us - 11/25
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Part 11. Friday night at the pub, and so much more.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated. Many, many thanks to

frojane and

uisinger for their faboo beta skills.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. *sigh* Damn.
Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
A/N: Next part will be posted on Monday.

Part 11 - Passion

Begin each day with an open mind and end it with a full heart.

Squinting at his reflection in the mirror, Dom leans forward, carefully drawing a thin black line across his left eyelid to match the one on the right. Once complete, he pulls back to get the full effect, and nods in satisfaction.

“That’s not fair, Dommie,” Billy says, head poking around the corner to watch Dom’s very familiar ritual when getting ready to go out for the evening. “You know what that does to me.”

“Want me to take it off?” Dom asks, arching an eyebrow as he gazes lustily at Billy in the mirror. “I thought you’d like it.”

“You know I do, but since we’re going out tonight and will be nowhere near a bed-”

“Guess that means you’ll just have to get a little inventive,” Dom interrupts cheekily, shamelessly wriggling his hips in his lover’s direction.

“Wanker,” Billy retorts fondly, stepping into the room. “Should make you beg for it.”

“But you like it when I beg,” Dom says as he turns around, smirking rather proudly.

When his gaze falls on Billy, eyes widen and his crooked jaw falls open, parting his lips. Lust overwhelming his senses, Dom can barely breathe, his body reacting to the sight before him.

Bare to the waist, Billy watches with amusement as Dom’s eyes slide hungrily down his trim body, taking in every delectable inch of pale flesh. When Dom’s gaze lands on the snug fitting jeans hugging Billy’s hips, he inhales sharply, and Billy can’t resist turning around to show off his perfect, round, sexy arse.

“Jesus Christ, Bills,” Dom breathes, feeling his blue jeans tighten considerably. Scratching at his belly in an attempt to keep his hands under control, one of his leather wrist cuffs rubs against his t-shirt and causes it to slide up a little. Just for a moment.

“You said I wasn’t allowed to get dressed until you rubbed me down again,” Billy says innocently, looking over his shoulder, eyes twinkling as he glances pointedly at Dom’s groin and the flash of exposed skin. “Aloe to help my sunburn.”

“Right. Aloe.”

Following Billy into the bedroom, Dom scoops up the bottle sitting on the nightstand and flips open the lid. Since he’s forever forgetting to slather on sun block, he’s become accustomed to keeping a large supply of the soothing gel on hand. Dom is grateful for the bottle, especially now, when it can make Billy feel better. Pouring a generous amount into his palm, Dom crosses the room to where Billy is standing, tossing the bottle on the bed so it’s close by in case he needs more. Sliding his hands lightly along Billy’s warm, pink shoulders, he winces quietly when Billy inhales sharply.

“I’m sorry, Bills,” he murmurs softly, pursing his lips and blowing against the inflamed skin to cool it. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, that feels good, love,” Billy replies, pressing back against Dom’s hands, craving more contact.

When Dom steps back, not wanting to accidentally press too hard and hurt his lover, Billy then turns and wraps his arms firmly around the younger man’s waist to pull their bodies together.

“Billy,” Dom protests. “What-”

“Want you closer,” he interrupts, fingers sliding deftly into the back pockets of Dom’s jeans and squeezing the sweet curve of his arse gently. Before Dom can say anything, Billy curls into the younger man’s warm, lean body and nuzzles his face into Dom’s neck. When Billy’s bow shaped lips latch on and begin sucking along the tendon, Dom releases a groan, low and guttural, arching his back and bringing their hips together.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asks, nearly whimpering. “Thought I was the randy bastard in this relationship.”

“I told you before, Dommie,” Billy replies easily, lapping gently at the marks on Dom’s neck, making him shiver. “That eyeliner does it to me every time. Don’t you remember the premiere in Berlin?”

Recalling the frantic fumbling to push clothing aside and the fierce orgasm that he experienced thanks to Billy’s extraordinarily talented hands on his body, Dom nods, eyes dark with arousal. “The lift in the hotel,” he says in a strangled whisper. “You made me come so hard I couldn’t walk for the rest of the night.”

Forcing back the waves of lust threatening to crash over him any second, Dom resumes rubbing the aloe over Billy’s sunburned skin and doesn’t speak until the gel is gone, choosing instead to murmur softly, hoping that Billy will find it soothing. Or at least distracting. During the quiet minutes, Billy’s hands and mouth continue to be busy as well, kissing, licking, sucking and touching Dom’s body hungrily. Erections rubbing together through layers of fabric, it’s obvious that both men are very turned on by the close proximity of the other.

Unable to take it any longer, Dom carefully backs Billy against the nearest wall, his hands moving to the front of Billy’s strong, fit body. Wordlessly, he quickly opens the button and lowers the fly of his jeans, giving Billy’s cock some much needed air and space. Thumbs sliding along Billy’s hipbones and hooking inside the waistband of his underwear, Dom drags both the snug fitting denim and blue silk boxers down as he wordlessly sinks to his knees at Billy’s bare feet.

Grinning when Billy’s squeaks in surprised protest, Dom wraps his long fingers around Billy’s swollen cock and gives it a swift pull.

“Love the pants, Bills,” Dom murmurs, fingers of his other hand stroking the slippery material.

“It was either these or nothing,” Billy replies with a groan. “I shrunk my denims in the dryer.”

Dom grins suggestively. “I would have voted for nothing.”

“Dommie,” Billy pants, struggling to remember how to form words as Dom’s tongue slides across the sensitive head of his erection, lapping up the salty precome gathering at the tip. “We can’t.”

“Shhh,” Dom whispers soothingly before licking his lips and taking Billy into his hot, wet mouth, swallowing him all the way to the root.

Unable to stop himself, fingers grab fistfuls of blonde hair, and Billy’s hips rock into Dom’s talented mouth, his breath hitching.

“Oh, fuck, Dommie. We need to go,” he groans. “People are expecting us.”

Pulling back and releasing Billy’s cock with a wet pop, Dom presses a soft kiss to Billy’s quivering inner thigh. “We’re going to be late,” he says simply.

A moment later he sucks Billy back into his mouth, all the way to the hilt, nose brushing the ginger curls. Bracing his hands against Billy’s bare hips to hold him in place, Dom begins enthusiastically sucking him off in long, powerful strokes, tongue swirling around the entire shaft, lovingly tasting every heady inch of his lover.

Gasping, Billy claws at the wall, fingers scrambling for purchase, anything to help him. When he finds nothing, Billy surrenders to the erotic sensations shooting through his limbs, making him tremble and groan with nearly unbearable pleasure.

“Fuck, yes,” he agrees with a breathless moan as Dom slides a long, slender finger between his cheeks. “Very, very late.”

* * *

“Bills, are you trying to kill me?” Dom asks in a low whisper, cheeks slightly flushed as he squirms in his seat.

“What?” Billy replies, looking away from the dance floor where Ian and Emilie are dancing, his mossy green eyes wide with innocence.

“Your hand.”

Gaze dropping to Dom’s lap, Billy smiles, dangerous and predatory. Letting his fingers slide a fraction of an inch higher up the inside of Dom’s jean clad thigh, his eyes darken when Dom inhales sharply.

“I told you to let me take care of that before we left,” he informs Dom, pinky finger sliding enticingly along the hard ridge beneath the faded denim before withdrawing. “Now look at you.”

“You also said we were late,” Dom protests with a whimper, begging with his eyes for Billy to put his hand back where it was before. Teasing is better than nothing, and he’s so close anyways. At the moment, it won’t take but a couple of strokes to bring him off. And the way Billy is looking at him isn’t doing anything to help calm him.

“As I recall, you were the one who started it,” Billy states, matter of factly. “Sucking me off so spectacularly with that gorgeous mouth and wicked tongue of yours.”

“Bugger me,” Dom groans, furtively pushing at his erection with the heel of his hand, desperate for friction.

“Maybe later,” Billy says impishly, licking his lips seductively. “And I don’t think your cast mates would be very pleased if I laid you out on this table and wanked you in front of them.”

“Fucker,” Dom growls.

Before Dom can take another breath, Billy is pressed up against him from shoulder to thigh, lips nibbling on his fleshy earlobe.

“Soon, my love,” he promises, eyes dark with desire.

And then their mouths are meeting in a wet, whiskey-tinged kiss as Billy slips his tongue between Dom’s rosy lips, mimicking the way his hard cock had thrust into Dom’s eager mouth earlier that evening. It’s a frustratingly brief moment, and makes Dom even harder.

“I need a drink,” Billy says as he pulls away, causing Dom to whimper in protest. “Don’t you dare sneak away to the loo and bring yourself off.”

The hard line of Billy’s jaw causes Dom’s eyes to widen in surprise and then darken with arousal. Not a request, but an order. The power that Billy has over him in this way only makes Dom’s body throb harder with lust and need; not to mention, a fierce desire to please Billy. When he realizes that Billy is waiting for a response, he quickly nods, breath ragged. Ruffling Dom’s already tousled hair affectionately, Billy grins and then walks off in the direction of the bar to procure fresh drinks for them.

Chin resting in the palm of his hand, Dom allows his gaze to slowly wander the length of Billy’s neat and trim body as he leans against the bar a short distance away. Talking with Matt as they wait for their respective orders, Billy is smiling, his green eyes twinkling with amusement. Body finally relaxing a bit, the ache for release is less, though never far from Dom’s thoughts. What he wouldn’t give to have Billy’s hands on his body right now, or his perfect, bow shaped lips.

“You’re so in love with him,” Evey says quietly, breaking into Dom’s thoughts as she slides into the booth next to him, some sort of red and pink fruity drink with an umbrella cradled in her hands.

“Am I that obvious?”

“You haven’t taken your eyes off him all night, and whenever you’re together, you just have this light inside you,” Evey tells him with a smile. “Anyone with three brain cells would be able to tell how you feel about each other.”

“I can’t help it, Ev,” Dom says with a contented sigh. “I just love him so fucking much.”

“I can see that.”

Continuing to watch Billy, Dom’s eyes widen when Billy’s hips sudden roll and thrust in a blatantly sexual manner in the direction of, well, nobody. When their eyes meet, Billy gives Dom a seductive smile, dangerous and predatory. The expression on Billy’s face tells Dom that he knows that Dom’s been watching him the whole time and was just teasing him. Instantly hard again, Dom’s cheeks flush and his breath quickens. He needs to come. Hard. And soon.

When Billy returns with a frothy pint for Dom and a whiskey for himself, Evey moves to a chair across the table so they can sit side by side. Matt and Emilie join them as well, all noticing how Billy’s arm slides comfortably around Dom’s shoulders and how Dom snuggles happily into Billy’s side. The long, meaningful looks of love are unmistakable and the intense sexual energy between them is nearly palpable.

Billy’s glass of whiskey is empty and Dom’s pint is half gone when someone dumps some quarters into the jukebox next to a small stage near the back corner of the pub, and the air is filled with opening strains of a slow moving ballad. It’s the sound of an acoustic guitar that gets Dom’s attention, and makes his stomach flutter. Eyes meeting, Billy releases his hold on Dom’s shoulders and offers his hand.

“Dance with me, love?” he asks softly as Dom’s slender fingers slide against his palm in a tender caress.

Unlike earlier, this is a request, not an order and when Dom wordlessly nods, blushing a little, Billy smiles. Slipping out of the booth, they find a spot on the dance floor, off to one side, and curl into one another until there isn’t any air between their bodies.

Watching Billy and Dom sway back and forth in each others arms, completely oblivious to anyone around them, Evey sighs softly.

“How much longer is he here for?” Matt asks, following her gaze.

“Eight days,” she replies ruefully. “Dom has them marked off on the calendar in his dressing room. Next Saturday has a big sad face on it, in black sharpie.”

“What the hell are we going to do when Billy’s gone back to Scotland?” Emilie wonders aloud. “Dom’s going to be a right mess without him.”

“I know,” Evey says softly. “But look at them now.”

Unable to stop herself, Evey watches as the lovers lose themselves in the moment, lips murmuring words that only they can hear, hands slowly trailing over each others bodies. The intimacy between them is touching, and it almost feels intrusive, just to be in the same room.

“I know,” Matt replies, squeezing her shoulder. “Everyone knows how much they love each other.”

“So what are we going to do?” Emilie asks. “I mean, shouldn’t we try to help?”

“How?” Matt asks. “Short of relocating Scotland and making it a Hawaiian island.”

Back on the dance floor, the gentle touches between the lovers are getting more needy and intimate, fingers sliding under shirts to caress warm, bare skin, hips fused together, concealing their growing erections. Fingers carding through Dom’s hair, Billy trails kisses up and down the side of Dom’s slender neck, occasionally nibbling on the tendon as they continue to sway to the slow rhythm of the music. Whatever Billy is whispering in Dom’s ear is causing his breath to quicken, and his hands to tighten their hold around Billy’s body.

Suddenly Billy pulls away, unable to suppress a smile when Dom mewls and whimpers in protest.

“Where the bloody hell are you going?” Dom asks, trying to move closer, desperate for contact. “C’mere.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Billy replies in a low, predatory voice before taking Dom by the hand and leading him off the dance floor. Moving quickly down a narrow hallway, Billy pulls Dom into the men’s loo and shuts the door behind them.

After doing a quick check to ensure that they are all alone, Billy pushes Dom into the nearest stall and pins him against the grey metal wall as he locks the door. Lips meeting in a hot, wet, lusty kiss, Billy presses his palm against Dom’s stiff arousal, applying firm, but delicate pressure as his tongue teases the roof of Dom’s mouth and makes him squirm.

“Jesus Christ, Bills,” Dom moans when they break for oxygen, thrusting his pelvis helplessly against Billy’s small, strong hand. “Fuck me,” he pleads. “Just fuck me already, before I explode.”

Grabbing Dom’s leather cuffed wrists, Billy pushes them up, until Dom’s fingers are curling over the top of the metal partition between the stalls. Arms stretched out above him, eyes dark and pleading, warm skin of his taut belly exposed, Dom’s never looked more wanton, or desperate for release.

“Whatever you do, love,” Billy says, green eyes smoldering intensely. “Don’t let go.”

Not waiting for an answer, Billy yanks Dom’s snug fitting white t-shirt up and feasts on his lover’s sensitive nipples with fingers, tongue and teeth, knowing how badly his body needs the attention. At the same time, his other hand tears open Dom’s blue jeans, shoving them down and freeing Dom’s achingly hard and dripping cock to his eager fingers. Small hand wrapping around Dom’s throbbing erection, Billy’s eyes lock with Dom’s before he finally begins to stroke the younger man off and bring forth some much needed relief.

“You’re so fecking beautiful, baby,” Billy croons. “Gonna make you come so hard.”

Helpless to even attempt to resist, Dom can only whimper profusely, and thrust his hips into Billy’s tight fist.

* * *

As the song on the jukebox comes to an end, Evey turns back towards the now emptying dance floor, and suddenly frowns. “Hey. Where’d they go?”

“Probably ducked into a dark corner for some privacy,” Matt replies with a laugh. “They were really starting to push the line of dance-floor appropriate behavior.”

Realizing what Matt is suggesting, Evey’s cheeks flush pink and then she throws back her head and laughs.

* * *

“Need you to be quiet, love,” Billy purrs, lapping gently at the red mark on Dom’s neck, where he got carried away and sucked a wee bit too hard, leaving a rosy bruise. “Don’t want to be interrupted and have to stop.”

Nodding and panting for breath, Dom watches through glazed, half-lidded eyes as Billy continues to stroke him off, all while murmuring suggestively hot and dirty promises in Dom’s ear and making his cock swell even more. The pleasure and attention Billy is lavishing on his body is so intense that Dom can only hold on and ride the waves of sensation as they crash over him. Words barely audible, curses and pleas tumble from Dom’s swollen lips when Billy isn’t thrusting his tongue into his wet mouth, overwhelming him with passionate, hungry kisses. Long, elegant fingers tighten their hold on the metal partition, knuckles white and biceps flexing as Dom arches his spine into a bow and struggles valiantly to obey Billy’s request.

It isn’t long before Dom’s muscles tighten up, causing his whole body to tremble and signal to Billy his proximity to release. For a moment, Dom is afraid that Billy will stop, and leave him frustrated and hard again, but instead, Billy’s hand pumps faster, murmurs of loving words and encouragement flowing across Dom’s damp skin. As the pressure builds and builds, Dom’s legs begin to shake violently, and his panting whimpers grow louder, echoing in the small room. Closing his eyes, Dom fights release with everything he has, hanging onto control by a flimsy thread.

“Dommie, look at me,” Billy says firmly, yet softly, cupping his lover’s cheek with his free hand. “Look at me, love.”

Powerless to deny his lover anything, Dom opens his eyes and focuses on the deep green pools of desire that are Billy’s eyes, and nods unsteadily, breath ragged.

“Let go,” Billy whispers tenderly. “Just let go, baby. Come for me.”

Hands falling from the metal partition and gripping Billy’s biceps tightly, Dom buries his face in Billy’s shoulder, biting down as he comes hard, with a muffled, ragged scream, the slippery fluid of his blissful release coating Billy’s palm.

Knees buckling, Dom sags limply into Billy’s body, head resting on Billy’s shoulder as he watches the older man greedily lap up every drop of the glittering come from his small fingers.

“Holy fuck, Bills,” Dom murmurs weakly when he can speak. “I can’t feel my bloody legs.”

“That’s alright, love,” Billy soothes, bearing the majority of Dom’s weight, both arms wrapping around the younger man’s waist as he leans against the metal wall. “I’ve got you. I won’t let you go.”

Several minutes later, Dom manages to stand on his own again, but still keeps an arm around Billy’s waist for balance.

“Are you ready to go, Dommie?” Billy asks, pressing a gentle kiss to the love bite on Dom’s damp and salty neck.

Turning in Billy’s embrace so their eyes meet, Dom cups Billy’s face in his still shaking hands. “Take me home, Bills. I need your hands on me.”

“Of course, love,” Billy replies, bringing their lips together in a tender kiss. “Whatever you want.”

When the lovers reappear from around the corner and walk over to where Dom’s cast mates are sitting, their arms are wrapped around one another, bodies meeting from shoulder to knee. Now walking on his own, Dom is still unsteady on his feet, clothes and hair rumpled, his eyes glassy and lips swollen. It’s obvious that he’s been thoroughly kissed and much, much more. Then there is the very satisfied smile gracing Billy’s equally swollen and rosy lips, and the waves of heat rolling off their bodies.

No one is surprised when they bid everyone a good evening and disappear into the night, never letting go of each other.

* * *

Finally coming back to his body, Dom’s eyes flutter open when Billy unwinds the leather straps binding Dom’s lovely, slender wrists to the headboard. Carefully peeling away the black leather cuffs, Billy tenderly kisses the now red and irritated skin; the unmistakable evidence of their passionate lovemaking.

“I’m sorry, Dommie,” he murmurs. “Didn’t mean to mark you, love.”

“It’s okay, Bills,” Dom replies softly, limp and exhausted. “It doesn’t hurt.”

When Billy’s left hand slides down Dom’s bare chest towards his belly and now limp cock, Dom’s body begins to show some signs of recovery from the earth shattering, utterly destroying, profound orgasm that he’s just experienced. Thanks to the relentless and intense pace that Billy set for their second round of lovemaking, drawing it out for hours, Dom’s strength gone, and it takes effort just to keep his eyes open.

“I can’t, Bills,” Dom whimpers weakly, almost apologetic, his breath hitching. “I’m sorry, I just can’t.”

“Can’t what, love?” Billy asks tenderly, brushing back the spill of blonde hair covering Dom’s forehead with his other hand and kissing the damp skin. Cupping his cheek, Billy sweeps his thumb over the smudges of eyeliner under Dom’s eyes before pressing a gentle kiss to his swollen lips.

“I can’t come again,” Dom explains, gazing up into Billy’s eyes, so trusting. “If I try, I think it might kill me.”

“It’s alright, Dommie. You can rest. I’m just cleaning you up, love,” Billy says soothingly. “It’s all over now.”

Taking a corner of the bed sheet, Billy lovingly wipes away the glittering streaks of fluid on Dom’s belly before pressing a series of feathery kisses to the quivering flesh.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he croons gently. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too, Bills.”

Bonelessly spent, Dom’s shaking and limp body is then drawn in Billy’s strong, comforting embrace, one lean arm wrapping around the older man’s waist, breath warm against Billy’s chest. Tucking Dom’s head under his chin, Billy smiles, sated and content.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Dom asks drowsily, cheek nuzzling into Billy’s soft chest hair. “Getting me all worked up like that. You knew, before we got to the pub, what was going to happen tonight.”

“Yes,” Billy admits softly. “I had a plan.”

“How did you-” Dom wonders aloud, trying to put the pieces together. “That this was what I-”

“Eyeliner and leather cuffs, Dommie?” Billy replies, rather bemused. “And your eyes, love. The way you were looking at me, pleading, practically begging me to tie you down. Just watching you made me hard. Took everything in me not to bend you over in the loo and take you with nothing but spit for lube.”

“You could’ve, you know,” Dom says after a long, quiet moment. “I would’ve let you fuck me dry, I needed you so much.”

“I know, baby.” A tender kiss is pressed to Dom’s hair. “But I love the way you smell with leather wrapped around you. The way you come, so hard, so tight around me, pulling at those cuffs. You’re so pretty, Dommie, all tied up, begging me to finish you off. Makes me hard just thinking about it.”

Whimpering at the thought, Dom curls tighter into Billy’s embrace. “I really can’t come again, Bills.”

“I know.”

“But I want to.” The words are spoken in a sleepy whisper, his weight heavy against Billy’s chest. “Love you.”

“I know,” Billy repeats softly, carding his fingers through Dom’s hair.

And then Dom is asleep, the exhaustion from tonight’s activities having drained his strength. Cradling Dom’s sated body in his arms, Billy rubs his cheek against Dom’s tousled, damp hair.

“I know.”

* * *

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