monaboyd | The Beginning of Us

Title: The Beginning of Us - 16/25
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Part 16. Getting through the day, and the one after that, and the one after that.
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 11 12 13 14 15
A/N: Next part will be posted on Friday.

Part 16 - Connection

There is a vast ocean of strength within each of us upon which we can draw in our times of need.

Billy is sitting at the kitchen table after a long, jet-lagged day, rubbing his neck and aching to have Dom pressed against him when the phone rings, making him jerk in surprise. Walking over to the counter and picking up the cordless phone, Billy wedges it between his shoulder and ear.

“Hello?” he says as he plugs in the electric kettle to boil water for some much needed tea.

“Hey.”

Dom’s voice is like silk, melting away the tension in Billy’s body as a warm sensation slides over his skin like a lover’s caress.

“Dommie,” he breathes.

“So how did it go?” Dom asks. “Your first day of rehearsal.”

“Okay.”

“Tired?”

“Feck yeah,” Billy admits. “Jet lag is kicking my arse.”

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Not your fault.”

“Uh, Bills.” Dom hesitates, searching for the right words. “I-”

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t apologize,” Billy says tenderly. “I’m just glad I could help. It did help, yeah?”

“Yeah. I slept like a baby,” Dom tells him softly. “It was like I could feel you all around me. Holding me.”

“Good.”

The mouthpiece of the phone is muffled for a moment as Dom speaks to someone beside him. Female. Evey. It’s only then that Billy realizes that Dom must be on set. He’s working.

“Sorry about that,” Dom says when he comes back to the phone.

“Do you need to go?” Billy asks, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice.

“Yeah,” Dom says regretfully. “We’re almost ready to shoot.”

“Okay.”

“When are you going to bed?” Dom asks. “Half ten or so?”

“I thought so,” Billy replies. “Get a good night’s sleep. Why?”

“We’ll be on lunch here,” Dom explains. “I’ll call you back then, if you think you won’t be too tired to talk.”

“Yeah?” Billy can’t help but smile at the thought of Dom talking him to sleep. “You’ll be able to do that?”

“Of course,” Dom replies tenderly. “I love the thought of you, all warm and cuddled up in bed.”

Blushing, Billy sighs. “Dommie-”

“I’ll talk to you soon,” Dom promises.

“Can’t wait.”

“I love you, baby,” Dom murmurs gently, the softness in his tone making Billy shiver pleasantly.

“Love you, too.”

* * *

That night, the ache of loneliness in Billy’s chest lessens as he’s lulled to sleep, remembering the loving words Dom said to him as he lay curled up in bed, phone pressed to his ear.

Sleep is peaceful, unlike the restless night before, thanks to the present he discovered, carefully hidden at the bottom of his suitcase. It’s Dom’s favorite Beatles t-shirt, smelling of the ocean in Hawaii and his body after making love. Billy remembers the last time Dom wore it, and how Dom’s skin tasted after finding his blissful release in the circle of Billy’s arms.

It would seem that they had the same idea, knowing that the scent of each other would bring comfort. Although it’s not the same as the real thing, having a small piece of his lover close helps to ease the pain of separation.

It also fuels the desire to find a way to bring them back together, as soon as possible.

* * *

Within several days, the pattern of phone calls is well established, and each morning and evening the lovers find a way to keep the strong connection between them. Knowing that it’s just a matter of hours before they will speak again makes it easier to end the calls when time runs out, not to mention the incredibly tender conversations that are taking place.

Little by little, things that they’ve never discussed begin to rise to the surface. The physical distance has brought forth a need for an emotional closeness, an intimacy that somehow seems to span the oceans between them. It’s during these conversations that it’s almost as though they are in the same room, side by side, mere inches from one another.

“What are you thinking about?” Billy asks, his voice soft and intimate as the winter sun struggles to shine on another chilly, January morning in Scotland.

Enjoying a day off from rehearsal, Billy celebrated by sleeping in and has only been awake a short while when Dom calls to say goodnight. He’s laying in bed, propped up on several pillows, a cup of sweet and milky tea cradled in his hands as his chest rises and falls in the same rhythm of the waves that he can hear through the phone line.

“Our first time, actually,” Dom replies, feeling the light breeze flow over him as he gazes out the window at the stars twinkling in the Hawaiian night sky.

“Ah.”

“Do you remember?” Dom asks softly, snuggling into his pillow a little further, hand resting on his bare stomach, fingertip tracing his belly button in a lazy circle.

“Oh, Dommie. How could I forget the day you gave me your body, and your heart?” Billy asks tenderly. “I treasure that day.”

“Would you tell me about it?” Dom requests quietly. “What you thought, how you felt.”

“As long as you do the same,” Billy replies, voice low and raspy.

“It was early, on a Sunday morning,” Dom begins with a smile. “You had brought me home with you Saturday night after-”

“After you and Lij got completely sloshed at the pub,” Billy interjects with a laugh.

“I wasn’t sloshed,” Dom protests. “Delicately pickled. And as I recall, you rather liked me all tipsy and cuddly.”

“Dommie, you were in my lap most of the time, and by the end of the night you’d completely forgotten the concept of personal space,” Billy manages to say, shifting as his body reacts to the memory of Dom’s body draped over him, lips and teeth trailing along his neck. Taking a sip of his tea, he sets the cup on the nightstand and sinks into his pillow, settling himself into a comfortable position. “And your hands. God, Dommie, you kept touching me.”

“You kept rubbing up against me, all hard,” Dom whispers. “Wanted to kiss you so bad. Taste you. Suck you.” Lazily, Dom’s hand slides up his body, tracing a nipple, watching in the moonlight as it stiffens into a hard little peak.

“Dommie, you were so drunk I put you to bed with all your clothes on,” Billy remarks dryly and then softens. “You had your arms wrapped around me and wouldn’t let go. Kept licking my neck and squeezing my arse. I barely got your trainers off and the Paracetamol down your throat.”

Remembering the possessive, Dom-shaped blanket that had enveloped him and very stubbornly refused to release him, Billy can’t help but smile. To be needed and desired, so nakedly, Dom’s feelings laid bare to him that night, had touched Billy deeply, and even years later, the memory is still fresh.

“I woke up early and you were still sleeping,” Dom continues with a smile in his voice, hand sliding across his bare chest to tease the other nipple. “Your snoring was fucking adorable. Have I ever told you that before? After I went to the loo and came back, you were shifting around, reaching for me, so I got back into bed.”

“Starkers,” Billy states bluntly. “You were completely starkers.”

Dom laughs lightly. “You know I always sleep naked. And your hands seemed to love it. Couldn’t keep them off my arse.”

“It’s a lovely arse,” Billy says, a bit breathless.

“Thank you. Yours is rather spectacular, by the way,” Dom replies cheekily. “Tasty, too.”

“When I woke up, you were in my arms,” Billy tells him, continuing the story. “Your breath was warm on my neck, and you’d slipped your fingers just inside the waistband of my pants, like you wanted to touch more, but were almost shy. The sun was shining on your face, and your eyelashes were fluttering against your cheeks, like you were dreaming.” Billy sighs, lets his eyes close for a moment. “Your mouth was open, just a wee bit, and I remember thinking how much I wanted to kiss you awake. Taste your pretty mouth and kiss you all over your beautiful body. Memorize every inch of you.”

“Bills-”

“I didn’t though, because I wanted to keep watching you sleep. You looked so peaceful, laying in my arms. You were comfortable; right at home. I didn’t want to lose that.”

“You touched my face,” Dom says quietly.

“What?”

“When I woke up, you were touching my face,” Dom reveals. “I felt your fingers on my cheeks, my nose, in my hair. You kept brushing your thumb over my lips.”

“You didn’t move,” Billy recalls. “I remember you were so still. I’d never seen you so calm.”

“I didn’t want you to stop,” Dom admits.

“And then you opened your eyes,” Billy whispers, voice raspy, finally sliding a hand down his body, rubbing at his growing arousal through his shorts with the heel of his hand. “Sleepy and sexy. Your eyes, Dommie. The way you were looking at me made me so hard.”

“I kissed you,” Dom continues, panting breathlessly, kicking the bed sheet down, exposing his nude body to the night air, fingers wrapping around his stiff arousal. “Over and over again. Your hands were all over me. Everywhere. I think I tore your shirt when I pulled it over your head.”

“You did, but I wanted you to,” Billy tells him. “Needed your hands on me, love.”

“I couldn’t help it,” Dom groans. “Wanted you so bad.”

“Then you said it.”

Dom swallows hard. “I told you I wanted you inside me.”

Moaning, Billy takes a few breathes to compose himself. “You were so tight, Dommie. I was afraid that I was going to hurt you.”

“When you pulled out I thought I was going to die,” Dom whimpers, remembering the loss of his lover’s intimate touch. “I didn’t understand why you were stopping. I wondered what I’d done wrong.”

“Just didn’t feel right,” Billy explains tenderly, the panicked cries of protest that fell from Dom’s lips ringing in his head. “I was looking at your back when I wanted to see your eyes. I wanted to watch your face the first time we made love. Couldn’t believe how flexible you were, Dommie, how you opened yourself up to me and gave me everything I wanted.”

“I wanted you to have all of me,” Dom says softly. “Everything.”

“You were wrapped around me, so tight, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to move,” Billy says with a groan. “When you just surrendered to me, I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest.”

“Bills-”

“You didn’t even have to think about it, love,” Billy murmurs, aching to have Dom in his arms. “You just gave yourself to me, body and soul. The trust I saw in your eyes, Dommie. It was so beautiful it almost made me cry.”

“I knew you’d be careful with me,” Dom whispers, fingers sliding down his erection in slow, smooth strokes. “That you’d make it wonderful. I was already in love with you, Bills.”

“I know. I saw it in your eyes, love,” Billy says gently. “I saw the words you wanted to say. I felt it in your body, the way you touched me.”

“You made me feel things I’d never felt before. I couldn’t get enough of you, Bills.”

“Watching you, Dommie, laying on my sheets, your arms above your head,” Billy murmurs, nearly purring in Dom’s ear. “I remember your hands against the headboard, the way your muscles moved as you pushed yourself down on my cock. I was so far inside you, your legs wrapped around me, and you kept pulling me in even deeper.”

“You felt so good, Bills,” Dom pants, stroking himself faster, the pressure building. “It was incredible.”

“And the sounds you were making,” Billy adds, knowing how close Dom is by the sound of his voice. “God Dommie, I loved the way you begged me. I wanted to pound you through the bloody mattress.”

“You made me come so hard,” Dom groans, the erotic memories stealing his breath. “I-”

“You passed out,” Billy says gently. “You held on until I came inside you. Sweaty, breathless, and covered in come, you looked up into my eyes, smiled, said my name, and then you just went limp, like a rag doll.”

“It was too much to feel, Bills,” Dom groans, panting as he struggles to hold back his release. “I watched your eyes as you came inside me, and I just couldn’t-”

“Come for me, Dommie,” Billy interrupts. “Let go, baby.”

With a ragged cry, Dom’s thrusts his hips into his tight fist, relief sliding through his limbs and streaks of glittering fluid covering his flat belly as he sinks bonelessly to the mattress, utterly spent.

“Oh Jesus, Bills,” he says when he regains the ability to speak.

“Better?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“You didn’t wake up for a long time,” Billy says, resuming the story. “Not even when I licked your pretty belly and tasted your come.”

“When I woke up and opened my eyes again you were holding me,” Dom says, breath slowing and heartbeat returning to normal. “I could feel your hands on my back. They were shaking so hard.”

“You looked like an angel, laying in my arms,” Billy murmurs. “Everything but the wings. I was waiting to wake up and realize that it was just a cruel joke. That everything that had happened between us was all a dream. That you weren’t really mine.”

“Christ, Bills. I was afraid I was going to wake up alone,” Dom admits. “That you’d changed your mind or that it wasn’t as good for you as it was for me.”

“Never, my love.”

Suddenly, Dom realizes something. “Bills, you didn’t come.”

“I know, love. I wanted to hear you,” Billy tells him. “I’ll wank in the shower if I need to. I really should get up soon.”

“Mmm, shower sex,” Dom says with a sleepy sigh. “Wet and naked Billy.”

“What’s your call time tomorrow?” Billy asks, looking at the clock and calculating how late it is in Hawaii.

“Half five,” Dom replies, cleaning up the come on his belly with the corner of the bed sheet. “We’re shooting on the beach.”

“Dommie, it’s after midnight there!” Billy cries, shaking his head. “You should be sleeping.”

“I needed a bedtime story,” Dom protests, his tone reminiscent of a petulant child.

“Okay, you’ve had your story,” Billy concedes. “But now you really should get some sleep.”

“Yeah. I know,” Dom replies, stifling a yawn. “I just miss you.”

Softening at the vulnerability in his lover’s voice, Billy sighs and rubs his chest, feeling the ache in his heart return. “I know, love. I miss you, too.”

“I’ll call you later,” Dom promises, pulling the coverlet over his sated skin.

“Until then.”

“Love you, Bills.”

“I love you, too.”

Endless seconds pass, the ocean and their breathing the only sound.

“Dom?”

“Hmm?” he replies sleepily.

Smiling sadly, Billy sits up in bed. “Hang up the phone, baby.”

“G’night Bills,” Dom says, quietly and reluctantly.

“Sweet dreams.”

Billy holds the phone, listening to dead air for long moments before finally pressing the END button. Sighing and kicking back the coverlet, Billy climbs out of bed and walks quickly to the loo, stripping away his clothes as he goes, intent on having a very satisfying wank beneath the hot spray in his shower. When he finds release in the steamy tiled enclosure, Dom’s name is tumbling from his lips.

* * *

It’s just over two weeks later, while Dom is working a particularly long set of night shoots, that he calls Billy while he’s at the theatre, rehearsing. Fortunately he’s on an afternoon tea break, so Billy is able to answer his mobile.

“Hey love,” Billy says with a smile.

“What are you wearing?” Dom asks without preamble.

“What?”

“I said, what are you wearing?”

“Dom, we can’t-”

“I know, Bills,” Dom interrupts regretfully, wishing that they had time to bring each other some much needed physical relief. “I just want to know what you’re wearing. So I can picture it in my head.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“So?” Dom prompts. “I haven’t got much time, love. We’re about to start shooting again, just as soon as they reset the lights for coverage.”

Looking around first to ensure a little bit of privacy, Billy replies, “Uh, blue plaid boxers, my favorite denims-”

“The ones with the missing belt loop?” Dom asks hopefully.

“Yes, that you pulled off that day when I was kissing your neck,” Billy says, suddenly wondering whatever happened to the small piece of cloth.

“You also had your hand down my wet suit,” Dom points out, unable to suppress a soft laugh. “Bringing me off rather spectacularly, as I recall.”

“Dominic Monaghan,” Billy says as a warning, his cheeks pinking, remembering the hand job he’d given Dom in the car after an afternoon of surfing at a secluded beach in December, just a day before Dom’s tree accident.

“Shutting it. Continue,” Dom requests, just slightly pleading.

“Navy socks, brown loafers, my navy wool jumper and your t-shirt.”

“My t-shirt?” Dom repeats. “The Beatles one?”

“Yeah. I woke up this morning and wanted something of yours close to my skin,” Billy admits shyly.

“Aww, Bills.”

“Go ahead,” Billy says with a knowing smile. “Say it.”

“Romantic bastard,” Dom teases gently, touched that Billy craves that connection, and isn’t ashamed to say it.

“You love it,” Billy retorts good-naturedly, enjoying the familiar banter between them. He misses it more than he ever thought possible.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Call you later?”

“When you’re in bed,” Dom replies, voice low and raspy with desire. “I’ll be waiting. Naked and hard.”

Billy is mid groan when he hears Dom get called to set and barely has time to say goodbye before Dom hurriedly rings off.

“Cheeky bugger did that on purpose,” Billy murmurs as he tucks his mobile back into his pocket. A moment later he laughs lightly, shaking his head. “That’s my Dommie.”

Glancing down, his eyes land on the black leather cuff wrapped around his wrist, and his smile fades. An icy lump forms in the pit of his stomach as pangs of guilt shoot though his body, making his gut twist into tight knots. Quickly pulling the sleeve of his jumper over the cuff to hide it from his sight, Billy turns and walks back over to where the other members of the theatre company are sitting, chatting and drinking their tea. Trying to smile and blend into the group discussion, thoughts of the cuff weigh heavily on Billy’s mind, the snug ring of leather almost burning into his pale skin.

It feels like a punishment, and Billy can’t help feel that he deserves it, considering what he’d done. The pain he had inflicted on the most important person in his life.

* * *

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