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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Aug. 12th, 2005 11:56 am)Title: The Beginning of Us - 20/25
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Part 20. A long, *very* overdue reunion. Hee.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated. Many, many thanks tofrojane 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 16 17 18 19
A/N: Enjoy! Next part will be posted on Monday.
Part 20 - Surprise
Create the life you desire. Then live it with all your heart and soul.
Waving goodbye to Margaret as she drives away, Dom quietly closes the front door and re-locks it, not wanting Billy to realize too soon that something is amiss and ruin the surprise. Leaving his luggage in the foyer for the moment, Dom heels off his trainers and slowly wanders into the living room, surrounding himself with the familiar feeling of Billy. There have been a few changes since the last time he was here, but the space still carries the unique imprint of his lover. The room is filled with the things that are important to Billy, specifically, there are pictures of Dom everywhere.
On the smooth, dark wood mantle above the stone fireplace, Dom’s cheeky grin and sparkling eyes, full of mischief, flirt shamelessly with the camera. Of course, Billy was the one who took the photo, so Dom had plenty of reasons to smile. Only the two of them know that Dom was naked when the photo was taken, sprawled out on the bed sheets after making love on a lazy Sunday afternoon in New Zealand.
There’s a framed photograph of the two of them in the center of the well worn coffee table in front of the couch. It’s the picture that Evey snapped of them, the afternoon they spent surfing and making love. Curled up together, they’re laying on the fine, white sand of Hawaii, the afternoon sun warming their damp bodies. Wet suits peeled down to their waists, Dom’s face is nuzzled into Billy’s neck, hand splayed possessively across Billy’s firm stomach. Pale, but strong arm wrapped around Dom’s tanned shoulders, the look on Billy’s face is one of pure, uninhibited bliss. Dom remembers the day well, and he has the same photo on his fridge in Hawaii.
Over a dozen other photos from various locations, most taken in either New Zealand or Hawaii, decorate the walls, filling the room with warmth and love. Sinking down to sit on the couch for a moment, Dom hugs a cushion to his chest, inhaling sharply when the familiar aroma of Billy’s aftershave washes over him.
“Oh, Bills,” Dom sighs softly. How he has missed that wonderful smell.
Rising and moving into the nearby kitchen, Dom stops short, eyes wide. Gone are the soft ivory walls that he remembers so well. During one late night talk, Billy mentioned that he’d been thinking about repainting the kitchen. Obviously, he had actually done it, as the faded and slightly yellowed space has been replaced with a shade of blue that Dom realizes is remarkably close to the color of the ocean in Hawaii after a storm, and his own eyes when they’re full of passion. That thought brings a smile to Dom’s face and a warm tingle, low in his belly.
An empty mug that once contained honey-and-milk sweetened tea sits in the sink, along with a small pot and bowl, presumably once filled with porridge. A quick peek into the fridge confirms Margaret’s very generous gift of food so they won’t starve during what Dom hopes is a long and passionate reunion. Postcards of Hawaii and New Zealand cover the front of the fridge, as well as more photographs and love notes written in Dom’s hand. In black sharpie, of course. Even the padded mailer that once contained Dom’s Valentine's gift to Billy is there, sitting on top of the fridge.
Moving back into the foyer, Dom picks up his luggage and trainers before walking down the hall and into Billy’s bedroom. When he spots the large framed photograph on the table beside the bed and recognizes it, he can’t help but smile. It’s from the ‘Precious’ photo shoot, a wide variety of paint colors decorating his golden, toned skin and showcasing his beloved belly button for the camera. Dom recognizes the black leather wrist cuff he’s wearing in the photo as the same one he gave Billy at the airport in January, and his breath catches. Dropping his luggage into a far corner, Dom stretches out on the bed and nuzzles his scruffy cheek against Billy’s pillow, drawing the scent of his lover deep into his lungs. For the first time in months, since Billy left Hawaii, his chest doesn’t ache with emptiness. At last, it doesn’t hurt to breathe.
“Billy.”
* * *
Stifling a yawn, Billy closes the front door behind him and drops his keys on the small table in the foyer. Heeling off his shoes and slipping off his jacket, he walks into the kitchen and over to the phone when he spots the blinking red light. Leaning over, he strips off his socks, having been unable to break the habit formed while in Hawaii of walking around barefoot, despite the much cooler temperatures in Scotland.
Gazing longingly at the phone, a tiny smile graces Billy’s bow shaped lips as he listens to the short message Dom has left him while he was at the theatre, rehearsing for his new play. All too soon the message is over, and Billy rewinds it, just to hear Dom’s intimate and incredibly sexy voice flow over him again. It’s the low, rumbly voice Dom has when they’re laying in bed together, sleepy and spent, cuddling after making love. Idly, Billy wonders if Dom was naked, touching himself when he left the message. Automatically, Billy saves the message, just as he’s kept all of Dom’s previous messages. The sound of Dom’s voice has been a source of comfort on many a lonely night.
Picking up the cordless phone, Billy presses the speed dial button for Dom’s mobile, hoping that he’ll manage to catch Dom before shooting starts for the day in Hawaii. He can’t help the heavy sigh of disappointment that escapes his lips when there is no answer and Dom’s mobile flips over to voicemail. Too late. Dom’s already hard at work.
“Hey, Dommie,” Billy says gently, leaning against the wall and rubbing at his neck with his free hand. “Got your message. Hope you’re having a good day, love. Call me when you get this, will yeh? I don’t care what time it is. Even if it’s half four here, call me. Please. I need to hear your voice. Missing you so much today, Dommie. Talk to you soon, yeah? I love you.”
Pressing the TALK button, Billy ends the call, but hugs the phone to his chest as though somehow it’ll bring Dom closer. He’s still clutching the phone tightly in his grip as he makes his way down the hall to the bedroom, deciding that a long, hot soak in the tub is what he needs. And a very satisfying wank when Dom calls back to talk.
At the doorway Billy looks up and then suddenly freezes, scarcely able to draw breath as he stares, open mouthed, at the wondrous sight before him. It’s, by far, the most glorious display of masculine beauty he’s ever seen.
Sprawled across the bed, stretched out on his back, is Dom, his bare chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm as he sleeps, one arm thrown above his head. The powder blue sheet covering Dom’s lithe, sun kissed body has been pushed low on his hips, revealing the well defined muscles of his stomach and the narrow treasure trail below his belly button, but still conceals his apparent lack of clothing.
From where Billy is standing, Dom seems to be completely naked, with the exception of the necklace that Billy had given him, the green stone resting in the hollow of his throat. A fringe of silky blonde hair falls across his beard stubbled cheek as he sighs softly, lovingly murmuring Billy’s name under his breath.
The image is so breathtakingly beautiful that it steals Billy’s voice, and he wonders if perhaps he just might be going a bit mad. This can’t be real. Dom’s in Hawaii. The other side of the world. He must be hallucinating.
Billy’s not even aware that he’s dropped the phone until Dom’s eyes flutter open when he’s startled awake at the clattering of plastic on hardwood. Finding the source of the sound, Dom gives Billy a devastatingly sexy, sleepy smile, blue-grey eyes half lidded and smoldering.
“Surprise,” he says, voice a low rumble in the quiet.
“Dommie?”
Stunned and still not entirely sure that he’s not seeing things, Billy’s voice comes out in a strangled whisper.
Bemused, Dom smiles a little wider as he slowly extends a heavy limb towards Billy, palm up, fingers outstretched.
“You just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to come over here and give me a proper hello?” he asks in a spine-tingling, raspy voice. Not breaking eye contact, Dom then shifts his left leg so the sheet pulls even lower as it tents over his growing arousal.
Wordlessly, Billy scrambles across the room to close the distance between them, crawling up Dom’s lean form to bring their bodies together and capture the younger man’s lips in a long, hungry, wet, desperately passionate kiss. When a joyful and boyish giggle bubbles up from Dom’s throat to fill the air, Billy opens his eyes.
“What?” he asks between hard, frantic kisses, hand sliding deftly across Dom’s toned chest from one dusky pink nipple to the other, rolling and caressing the sensitive nub between his fingertips. His greedy, erotic touch causes them to quickly stiffen into hard peaks, and Dom to arch his back with a lusty gasp.
“Miss me, baby?” Dom asks, a little breathless, his own hands clutching at Billy’s waist, hurriedly pulling his shirt out from the waistband of his trousers and stroking the warm, pale skin beneath.
“You have to ask?” Billy replies incredulously between kisses to Dom’s crooked mouth. Taking Dom’s lower lip between his teeth, Billy sucks and nibbles on the absurdly sexy, pouty curve of flesh, groaning when Dom’s mouth opens wider, inviting further invasion.
Wildly, Billy tears at his forest green, button-down shirt while plunging his talented tongue ruthlessly into the hot wetness of Dom’s open and willing mouth, hungrily kissing, licking and sucking every heavenly, delicious inch. Having the intense taste of his lover on his tongue again after craving it desperately in vain for months, Billy groans, clutching Dom even tighter as his hips thrust eagerly against Dom’s engorged arousal. Quickly pushing Dom’s bare thighs apart, Billy fumbles helplessly with his belt until Dom reaches between their writhing bodies and opens it for him.
“Gotta to be inside you, Dommie,” Billy murmurs lovingly between long, passionate kisses, hands roaming and touching everywhere he can reach from nose to knees. Warm skin grows hotter, and firm muscles tremble beneath his touch. “Oh, fuck. I need you so much.”
Together they unfasten the button and drag the fly of Billy’s trousers down, shoving the offending material and boxers down over his narrow hips to free his aching and throbbing cock from it’s confines.
Not moving from his position between Dom’s splayed thighs, Billy starts to reach over to the bedside table for some lubricant, but is stopped by Dom’s fingers wrapping around his wrist.
“Don’t need that,” Dom pants into Billy’s ear in a low, seductive voice, his pink tongue darting out to tease the small, fleshy lobe. “I’m all ready for you, Bills.”
Pulling Billy’s small hand between their bodies, Dom opens his legs even wider to guide Billy’s shaking fingers between his warm, slippery cheeks to his well coated and already stretched entrance.
“Oh fuck, Dommie,” Billy hisses, his body falling into Dom’s, face nuzzling into the curve of Dom’s gorgeous neck. Hungry for more, he presses a series of soft, wet kisses to the tender flesh there and latching onto the tendon, he nips with small, sharp teeth, rolling his hips and panting against Dom’s flushed skin.
Hands and long, elegant fingers gripping Billy’s lush, round cheeks, Dom smiles and nods, eyes shining as he pulls his lover tightly to his aroused body. “That’s the idea, love.”
A moment later, Billy’s hips rock forward, his thick cock breaching Dom without warning. Sliding past the tight ring of muscle and stretching Dom wide; Billy fills him completely, Dom crying out with his full voice as his body spasms and shudders.
Overcome with the incredibly exquisite feeling of his lover inside him, Dom’s back arches, hands fisting Billy’s shirt and pulling, nearly causing the fabric to tear. Concerned that he’s causing Dom pain, Billy immediately freezes and then starts to carefully withdraw, an apology on his lips, but Dom quickly wraps his legs around Billy’s waist, hands moving to grip his biceps tightly.
“Don’t you dare leave me now,” Dom chokes out, intense emotion causing his voice to crack and eyes glisten brightly. “Oh God, Bills. Please don’t go.” Fiercely, Dom pulls their bodies closer, causing Billy to bury his cock to the hilt in Dom’s lush, tight arse. “It’s been too long, baby. Need you inside me. Please.”
The warmth of his beloved Dominic beneath him, the loving expression in his beautiful, blue-grey eyes, and the intimate words falling from his lips shatter Billy’s restraint, and after allowing Dom to take a breath and adjust to his size, Billy begins to move, gently rocking his hips against Dom’s. Steady, even thrusts build in speed and intensity quickly, the bed springs groaning and protesting as the headboard is rocked against the wall in the same rhythm of Billy’s powerful movements.
“Oh Dommie,” he breathes between kisses, lips trailing over Dom’s face, tongue tracing his pouty lower lip. “My beautiful, beautiful Dommie.”
Incoherent words of pleasure and encouragement pour from Dom’s lips, swollen from Billy’s hungry kisses as he pulls his knees tightly to his smooth chest, allowing Billy even deeper penetration. Eyes dark with passion and need, Dom’s back arches as hips thrust upwards helplessly, seeking more of Billy’s touch.
“Harder, Bills,” he pants. “Harder.”
Completely lost in the sensations of his lover, Billy withdraws almost completely before pushing in again, the tight heat overwhelming him, increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts. Hands meeting and fingers folding together, Billy pounds Dom’s willing body into the mattress, sweat slicked skin sliding together, their mouths meeting over and over in wild, hot, wet, desperate kisses.
“Open your eyes, baby,” Dom requests softly, and Billy can’t refuse him for even an instant. Green meets blue, and the love, tenderness, and desire reflected in Dom’s eyes is overwhelming. Sliding a hand under Dom’s lower back, Billy changes the angle in which their bodies meet, groaning when he finds the sweet spot that causes Dom to fall apart beneath him, crying out, writhing and moaning with nearly unbearable pleasure. Lips parting and pressing back together greedily, breath mixes hotly with the sounds of lusty moans of enjoyment and breathless whimpers of desire.
“Come for me, Billy,” Dom begs desperately, limbs trembling uncontrollably, his free hand clutching Billy’s sweaty back. “Want to feel you come in me, baby. Need you.”
Gasping and moaning, Billy feels the last of his restraint shatter, and he lets go in several passionate thrusts, eyes never leaving Dom’s as he comes hard, sensation and emotions overwhelming him. Eyes glistening, his lips form one word, full of love and devotion.
“Dominic.”
The warm spill of Billy’s come inside him, and the harsh rasp of his breath makes it all suddenly, stunningly real, and Dom hears himself cry out, over and over as his own intense orgasm crests and then washes over him in seemingly endless waves. The hot liquid of his release spills over his tanned belly, and then Billy is collapsing over him, breathless, sweaty, and utterly spent.
“Oh, Dommie,” Billy sighs, his body trembling. “My beautiful Dommie. Missed you so much, my love.”
Several minutes later, when their breath and hearts are slowly returning to normal, Dom looks down and begins shaking with laughter.
Raising his head from where it has been resting in the crook of Dom’s damp neck, Billy frowns.
“What’s so bloody funny?”
“You’ve just shagged me through the sodding mattress, rather spectacularly might I add, and you’re still dressed,” Dom explains with a lopsided grin.
Looking down as well, shirt ripped open and shoved down to his elbows, trousers and boxers at his knees, Billy has to smile and laugh as well.
“I see your point.”
Eyes meeting, the lovers share a soft, unhurried kiss, relishing in each others touch, and when they part, Billy sighs happily, utterly content.
“Hey there,” Dom says almost conversationally, head tilting to one side and a bemused smile gracing his lips. Long fingers sliding up and down Billy’s arms in a soothing caress, Dom gazes up at Billy, relaxed and happy at last.
Billy laughs again. “Hey.”
Mouths come back together for another soft kiss, this time their tongues touching gently. When their lips part, Billy braces himself on his elbows and starts to pull back and out of Dom’s sated body, but he is quickly stopped.
“No. Stay inside me,” Dom requests softly, cupping Billy’s face in his hands, their eyes meeting and holding. “I want to feel you.”
“I just want my clothes off,” Billy explains. “I’ll be right back, love.”
“Let me.”
Moving carefully to keep their bodies intimately locked, Dom’s bare feet slide down the back of Billy’s thighs, slowly pushing the clothing down to Billy’s ankles. With a few helpful movements on Billy’s part, the material slips off entirely and then tumbles to the floor with a soft thump. A few moments later, the remains of Billy’s shirt joins the pile.
Now as naked as the man beneath him, Billy dips his head to capture Dom’s swollen lips in a long, sweet, tongue tangling, wet kiss. The touch is slow and tender as hands slide over flushed skin, craving the familiar sensations that have been denied them both for far too long.
“Fuck do I love how flexible you are, Dommie,” Billy murmurs into Dom’s neck, kissing and licking the salty dampness. “So many nights, I’ve dreamed about the way you wrap yourself around me, sleeping so peacefully in my arms.”
“I’m never going to let you go,” Dom whispers, fingers toying with the soft hair at the nape of Billy’s neck.
“That makes two of us, love,” Billy replies before finding Dom’s lips again. “Never again.”
* * *
Through sated eyes, Billy watches Dom meticulously press a line feathery soft kisses up the inside of his arm from wrist to elbow to shoulder. Laying on his belly, hair wild from their passionate lovemaking and subsequent snogging and cuddling, Dom strokes the warm skin with his fingertips, eyes gazing adoringly at the lovely, pale flesh.
“What are you doing, love?” Billy asks sleepily, his free hand sliding down Dom’s the smooth curve of his spine to rest at the small of his tanned back.
“I’ve missed your arms,” Dom says simply. “Missed touching them. Kissing them. Feeling them around me.”
“C’mere, yeh daftie,” Billy murmurs, pulling Dom to his chest, wrapping his arms possessively and firmly around the younger man. Threading his fingers through his lover’s tousled blonde hair, Billy sighs. “Let me hold you.”
When Dom curls into his touch, Billy rolls onto his back and to his other side, bringing Dom along so he is sprawled over him, their bare bodies pressed together, limbs entwining. Burying his face in Dom’s neck, Billy finds the familiar, sensitive spot on Dom’s body where neck and shoulder meet, and he presses a kiss to the golden skin before gently biting it, lapping at the resulting red mark with his soft, pink tongue to soothe it. When Dom whimpers breathlessly and begs for him to do it again, Billy smiles before complying.
Long minutes later, snuggling into Billy’s embrace and inhaling deeply, Dom kisses his lover’s chest, directly over his heart. “I’ve missed your hands on me.”
“I know, my love,” Billy whispers, angling Dom’s face so their eyes can meet. “I’ve missed holding you in my arms.”
Fingers caressing Billy’s cheeks, Dom wriggles up his body to bring their lips back together.
“Touch me,” he whispers, shamelessly begging with his eyes. “Everywhere.”
After rolling Dom onto his back, settling between his thighs and kissing him breathless, Billy lovingly fulfills his lover’s soft request.
* * *
21-Admission
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Part 20. A long, *very* overdue reunion. Hee.
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 16 17 18 19
A/N: Enjoy! Next part will be posted on Monday.
Part 20 - Surprise
Create the life you desire. Then live it with all your heart and soul.
Waving goodbye to Margaret as she drives away, Dom quietly closes the front door and re-locks it, not wanting Billy to realize too soon that something is amiss and ruin the surprise. Leaving his luggage in the foyer for the moment, Dom heels off his trainers and slowly wanders into the living room, surrounding himself with the familiar feeling of Billy. There have been a few changes since the last time he was here, but the space still carries the unique imprint of his lover. The room is filled with the things that are important to Billy, specifically, there are pictures of Dom everywhere.
On the smooth, dark wood mantle above the stone fireplace, Dom’s cheeky grin and sparkling eyes, full of mischief, flirt shamelessly with the camera. Of course, Billy was the one who took the photo, so Dom had plenty of reasons to smile. Only the two of them know that Dom was naked when the photo was taken, sprawled out on the bed sheets after making love on a lazy Sunday afternoon in New Zealand.
There’s a framed photograph of the two of them in the center of the well worn coffee table in front of the couch. It’s the picture that Evey snapped of them, the afternoon they spent surfing and making love. Curled up together, they’re laying on the fine, white sand of Hawaii, the afternoon sun warming their damp bodies. Wet suits peeled down to their waists, Dom’s face is nuzzled into Billy’s neck, hand splayed possessively across Billy’s firm stomach. Pale, but strong arm wrapped around Dom’s tanned shoulders, the look on Billy’s face is one of pure, uninhibited bliss. Dom remembers the day well, and he has the same photo on his fridge in Hawaii.
Over a dozen other photos from various locations, most taken in either New Zealand or Hawaii, decorate the walls, filling the room with warmth and love. Sinking down to sit on the couch for a moment, Dom hugs a cushion to his chest, inhaling sharply when the familiar aroma of Billy’s aftershave washes over him.
“Oh, Bills,” Dom sighs softly. How he has missed that wonderful smell.
Rising and moving into the nearby kitchen, Dom stops short, eyes wide. Gone are the soft ivory walls that he remembers so well. During one late night talk, Billy mentioned that he’d been thinking about repainting the kitchen. Obviously, he had actually done it, as the faded and slightly yellowed space has been replaced with a shade of blue that Dom realizes is remarkably close to the color of the ocean in Hawaii after a storm, and his own eyes when they’re full of passion. That thought brings a smile to Dom’s face and a warm tingle, low in his belly.
An empty mug that once contained honey-and-milk sweetened tea sits in the sink, along with a small pot and bowl, presumably once filled with porridge. A quick peek into the fridge confirms Margaret’s very generous gift of food so they won’t starve during what Dom hopes is a long and passionate reunion. Postcards of Hawaii and New Zealand cover the front of the fridge, as well as more photographs and love notes written in Dom’s hand. In black sharpie, of course. Even the padded mailer that once contained Dom’s Valentine's gift to Billy is there, sitting on top of the fridge.
Moving back into the foyer, Dom picks up his luggage and trainers before walking down the hall and into Billy’s bedroom. When he spots the large framed photograph on the table beside the bed and recognizes it, he can’t help but smile. It’s from the ‘Precious’ photo shoot, a wide variety of paint colors decorating his golden, toned skin and showcasing his beloved belly button for the camera. Dom recognizes the black leather wrist cuff he’s wearing in the photo as the same one he gave Billy at the airport in January, and his breath catches. Dropping his luggage into a far corner, Dom stretches out on the bed and nuzzles his scruffy cheek against Billy’s pillow, drawing the scent of his lover deep into his lungs. For the first time in months, since Billy left Hawaii, his chest doesn’t ache with emptiness. At last, it doesn’t hurt to breathe.
“Billy.”
* * *
Stifling a yawn, Billy closes the front door behind him and drops his keys on the small table in the foyer. Heeling off his shoes and slipping off his jacket, he walks into the kitchen and over to the phone when he spots the blinking red light. Leaning over, he strips off his socks, having been unable to break the habit formed while in Hawaii of walking around barefoot, despite the much cooler temperatures in Scotland.
Gazing longingly at the phone, a tiny smile graces Billy’s bow shaped lips as he listens to the short message Dom has left him while he was at the theatre, rehearsing for his new play. All too soon the message is over, and Billy rewinds it, just to hear Dom’s intimate and incredibly sexy voice flow over him again. It’s the low, rumbly voice Dom has when they’re laying in bed together, sleepy and spent, cuddling after making love. Idly, Billy wonders if Dom was naked, touching himself when he left the message. Automatically, Billy saves the message, just as he’s kept all of Dom’s previous messages. The sound of Dom’s voice has been a source of comfort on many a lonely night.
Picking up the cordless phone, Billy presses the speed dial button for Dom’s mobile, hoping that he’ll manage to catch Dom before shooting starts for the day in Hawaii. He can’t help the heavy sigh of disappointment that escapes his lips when there is no answer and Dom’s mobile flips over to voicemail. Too late. Dom’s already hard at work.
“Hey, Dommie,” Billy says gently, leaning against the wall and rubbing at his neck with his free hand. “Got your message. Hope you’re having a good day, love. Call me when you get this, will yeh? I don’t care what time it is. Even if it’s half four here, call me. Please. I need to hear your voice. Missing you so much today, Dommie. Talk to you soon, yeah? I love you.”
Pressing the TALK button, Billy ends the call, but hugs the phone to his chest as though somehow it’ll bring Dom closer. He’s still clutching the phone tightly in his grip as he makes his way down the hall to the bedroom, deciding that a long, hot soak in the tub is what he needs. And a very satisfying wank when Dom calls back to talk.
At the doorway Billy looks up and then suddenly freezes, scarcely able to draw breath as he stares, open mouthed, at the wondrous sight before him. It’s, by far, the most glorious display of masculine beauty he’s ever seen.
Sprawled across the bed, stretched out on his back, is Dom, his bare chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm as he sleeps, one arm thrown above his head. The powder blue sheet covering Dom’s lithe, sun kissed body has been pushed low on his hips, revealing the well defined muscles of his stomach and the narrow treasure trail below his belly button, but still conceals his apparent lack of clothing.
From where Billy is standing, Dom seems to be completely naked, with the exception of the necklace that Billy had given him, the green stone resting in the hollow of his throat. A fringe of silky blonde hair falls across his beard stubbled cheek as he sighs softly, lovingly murmuring Billy’s name under his breath.
The image is so breathtakingly beautiful that it steals Billy’s voice, and he wonders if perhaps he just might be going a bit mad. This can’t be real. Dom’s in Hawaii. The other side of the world. He must be hallucinating.
Billy’s not even aware that he’s dropped the phone until Dom’s eyes flutter open when he’s startled awake at the clattering of plastic on hardwood. Finding the source of the sound, Dom gives Billy a devastatingly sexy, sleepy smile, blue-grey eyes half lidded and smoldering.
“Surprise,” he says, voice a low rumble in the quiet.
“Dommie?”
Stunned and still not entirely sure that he’s not seeing things, Billy’s voice comes out in a strangled whisper.
Bemused, Dom smiles a little wider as he slowly extends a heavy limb towards Billy, palm up, fingers outstretched.
“You just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to come over here and give me a proper hello?” he asks in a spine-tingling, raspy voice. Not breaking eye contact, Dom then shifts his left leg so the sheet pulls even lower as it tents over his growing arousal.
Wordlessly, Billy scrambles across the room to close the distance between them, crawling up Dom’s lean form to bring their bodies together and capture the younger man’s lips in a long, hungry, wet, desperately passionate kiss. When a joyful and boyish giggle bubbles up from Dom’s throat to fill the air, Billy opens his eyes.
“What?” he asks between hard, frantic kisses, hand sliding deftly across Dom’s toned chest from one dusky pink nipple to the other, rolling and caressing the sensitive nub between his fingertips. His greedy, erotic touch causes them to quickly stiffen into hard peaks, and Dom to arch his back with a lusty gasp.
“Miss me, baby?” Dom asks, a little breathless, his own hands clutching at Billy’s waist, hurriedly pulling his shirt out from the waistband of his trousers and stroking the warm, pale skin beneath.
“You have to ask?” Billy replies incredulously between kisses to Dom’s crooked mouth. Taking Dom’s lower lip between his teeth, Billy sucks and nibbles on the absurdly sexy, pouty curve of flesh, groaning when Dom’s mouth opens wider, inviting further invasion.
Wildly, Billy tears at his forest green, button-down shirt while plunging his talented tongue ruthlessly into the hot wetness of Dom’s open and willing mouth, hungrily kissing, licking and sucking every heavenly, delicious inch. Having the intense taste of his lover on his tongue again after craving it desperately in vain for months, Billy groans, clutching Dom even tighter as his hips thrust eagerly against Dom’s engorged arousal. Quickly pushing Dom’s bare thighs apart, Billy fumbles helplessly with his belt until Dom reaches between their writhing bodies and opens it for him.
“Gotta to be inside you, Dommie,” Billy murmurs lovingly between long, passionate kisses, hands roaming and touching everywhere he can reach from nose to knees. Warm skin grows hotter, and firm muscles tremble beneath his touch. “Oh, fuck. I need you so much.”
Together they unfasten the button and drag the fly of Billy’s trousers down, shoving the offending material and boxers down over his narrow hips to free his aching and throbbing cock from it’s confines.
Not moving from his position between Dom’s splayed thighs, Billy starts to reach over to the bedside table for some lubricant, but is stopped by Dom’s fingers wrapping around his wrist.
“Don’t need that,” Dom pants into Billy’s ear in a low, seductive voice, his pink tongue darting out to tease the small, fleshy lobe. “I’m all ready for you, Bills.”
Pulling Billy’s small hand between their bodies, Dom opens his legs even wider to guide Billy’s shaking fingers between his warm, slippery cheeks to his well coated and already stretched entrance.
“Oh fuck, Dommie,” Billy hisses, his body falling into Dom’s, face nuzzling into the curve of Dom’s gorgeous neck. Hungry for more, he presses a series of soft, wet kisses to the tender flesh there and latching onto the tendon, he nips with small, sharp teeth, rolling his hips and panting against Dom’s flushed skin.
Hands and long, elegant fingers gripping Billy’s lush, round cheeks, Dom smiles and nods, eyes shining as he pulls his lover tightly to his aroused body. “That’s the idea, love.”
A moment later, Billy’s hips rock forward, his thick cock breaching Dom without warning. Sliding past the tight ring of muscle and stretching Dom wide; Billy fills him completely, Dom crying out with his full voice as his body spasms and shudders.
Overcome with the incredibly exquisite feeling of his lover inside him, Dom’s back arches, hands fisting Billy’s shirt and pulling, nearly causing the fabric to tear. Concerned that he’s causing Dom pain, Billy immediately freezes and then starts to carefully withdraw, an apology on his lips, but Dom quickly wraps his legs around Billy’s waist, hands moving to grip his biceps tightly.
“Don’t you dare leave me now,” Dom chokes out, intense emotion causing his voice to crack and eyes glisten brightly. “Oh God, Bills. Please don’t go.” Fiercely, Dom pulls their bodies closer, causing Billy to bury his cock to the hilt in Dom’s lush, tight arse. “It’s been too long, baby. Need you inside me. Please.”
The warmth of his beloved Dominic beneath him, the loving expression in his beautiful, blue-grey eyes, and the intimate words falling from his lips shatter Billy’s restraint, and after allowing Dom to take a breath and adjust to his size, Billy begins to move, gently rocking his hips against Dom’s. Steady, even thrusts build in speed and intensity quickly, the bed springs groaning and protesting as the headboard is rocked against the wall in the same rhythm of Billy’s powerful movements.
“Oh Dommie,” he breathes between kisses, lips trailing over Dom’s face, tongue tracing his pouty lower lip. “My beautiful, beautiful Dommie.”
Incoherent words of pleasure and encouragement pour from Dom’s lips, swollen from Billy’s hungry kisses as he pulls his knees tightly to his smooth chest, allowing Billy even deeper penetration. Eyes dark with passion and need, Dom’s back arches as hips thrust upwards helplessly, seeking more of Billy’s touch.
“Harder, Bills,” he pants. “Harder.”
Completely lost in the sensations of his lover, Billy withdraws almost completely before pushing in again, the tight heat overwhelming him, increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts. Hands meeting and fingers folding together, Billy pounds Dom’s willing body into the mattress, sweat slicked skin sliding together, their mouths meeting over and over in wild, hot, wet, desperate kisses.
“Open your eyes, baby,” Dom requests softly, and Billy can’t refuse him for even an instant. Green meets blue, and the love, tenderness, and desire reflected in Dom’s eyes is overwhelming. Sliding a hand under Dom’s lower back, Billy changes the angle in which their bodies meet, groaning when he finds the sweet spot that causes Dom to fall apart beneath him, crying out, writhing and moaning with nearly unbearable pleasure. Lips parting and pressing back together greedily, breath mixes hotly with the sounds of lusty moans of enjoyment and breathless whimpers of desire.
“Come for me, Billy,” Dom begs desperately, limbs trembling uncontrollably, his free hand clutching Billy’s sweaty back. “Want to feel you come in me, baby. Need you.”
Gasping and moaning, Billy feels the last of his restraint shatter, and he lets go in several passionate thrusts, eyes never leaving Dom’s as he comes hard, sensation and emotions overwhelming him. Eyes glistening, his lips form one word, full of love and devotion.
“Dominic.”
The warm spill of Billy’s come inside him, and the harsh rasp of his breath makes it all suddenly, stunningly real, and Dom hears himself cry out, over and over as his own intense orgasm crests and then washes over him in seemingly endless waves. The hot liquid of his release spills over his tanned belly, and then Billy is collapsing over him, breathless, sweaty, and utterly spent.
“Oh, Dommie,” Billy sighs, his body trembling. “My beautiful Dommie. Missed you so much, my love.”
Several minutes later, when their breath and hearts are slowly returning to normal, Dom looks down and begins shaking with laughter.
Raising his head from where it has been resting in the crook of Dom’s damp neck, Billy frowns.
“What’s so bloody funny?”
“You’ve just shagged me through the sodding mattress, rather spectacularly might I add, and you’re still dressed,” Dom explains with a lopsided grin.
Looking down as well, shirt ripped open and shoved down to his elbows, trousers and boxers at his knees, Billy has to smile and laugh as well.
“I see your point.”
Eyes meeting, the lovers share a soft, unhurried kiss, relishing in each others touch, and when they part, Billy sighs happily, utterly content.
“Hey there,” Dom says almost conversationally, head tilting to one side and a bemused smile gracing his lips. Long fingers sliding up and down Billy’s arms in a soothing caress, Dom gazes up at Billy, relaxed and happy at last.
Billy laughs again. “Hey.”
Mouths come back together for another soft kiss, this time their tongues touching gently. When their lips part, Billy braces himself on his elbows and starts to pull back and out of Dom’s sated body, but he is quickly stopped.
“No. Stay inside me,” Dom requests softly, cupping Billy’s face in his hands, their eyes meeting and holding. “I want to feel you.”
“I just want my clothes off,” Billy explains. “I’ll be right back, love.”
“Let me.”
Moving carefully to keep their bodies intimately locked, Dom’s bare feet slide down the back of Billy’s thighs, slowly pushing the clothing down to Billy’s ankles. With a few helpful movements on Billy’s part, the material slips off entirely and then tumbles to the floor with a soft thump. A few moments later, the remains of Billy’s shirt joins the pile.
Now as naked as the man beneath him, Billy dips his head to capture Dom’s swollen lips in a long, sweet, tongue tangling, wet kiss. The touch is slow and tender as hands slide over flushed skin, craving the familiar sensations that have been denied them both for far too long.
“Fuck do I love how flexible you are, Dommie,” Billy murmurs into Dom’s neck, kissing and licking the salty dampness. “So many nights, I’ve dreamed about the way you wrap yourself around me, sleeping so peacefully in my arms.”
“I’m never going to let you go,” Dom whispers, fingers toying with the soft hair at the nape of Billy’s neck.
“That makes two of us, love,” Billy replies before finding Dom’s lips again. “Never again.”
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Through sated eyes, Billy watches Dom meticulously press a line feathery soft kisses up the inside of his arm from wrist to elbow to shoulder. Laying on his belly, hair wild from their passionate lovemaking and subsequent snogging and cuddling, Dom strokes the warm skin with his fingertips, eyes gazing adoringly at the lovely, pale flesh.
“What are you doing, love?” Billy asks sleepily, his free hand sliding down Dom’s the smooth curve of his spine to rest at the small of his tanned back.
“I’ve missed your arms,” Dom says simply. “Missed touching them. Kissing them. Feeling them around me.”
“C’mere, yeh daftie,” Billy murmurs, pulling Dom to his chest, wrapping his arms possessively and firmly around the younger man. Threading his fingers through his lover’s tousled blonde hair, Billy sighs. “Let me hold you.”
When Dom curls into his touch, Billy rolls onto his back and to his other side, bringing Dom along so he is sprawled over him, their bare bodies pressed together, limbs entwining. Burying his face in Dom’s neck, Billy finds the familiar, sensitive spot on Dom’s body where neck and shoulder meet, and he presses a kiss to the golden skin before gently biting it, lapping at the resulting red mark with his soft, pink tongue to soothe it. When Dom whimpers breathlessly and begs for him to do it again, Billy smiles before complying.
Long minutes later, snuggling into Billy’s embrace and inhaling deeply, Dom kisses his lover’s chest, directly over his heart. “I’ve missed your hands on me.”
“I know, my love,” Billy whispers, angling Dom’s face so their eyes can meet. “I’ve missed holding you in my arms.”
Fingers caressing Billy’s cheeks, Dom wriggles up his body to bring their lips back together.
“Touch me,” he whispers, shamelessly begging with his eyes. “Everywhere.”
After rolling Dom onto his back, settling between his thighs and kissing him breathless, Billy lovingly fulfills his lover’s soft request.
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21-Admission
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*huggles you back and blushes at your comment* So happy that you enjoyed.
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And Billy taking Dom with his clothes still on about did me in. x.x
♥
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you could just tell how much they needed the other . . . Billy taking Dom with his clothes still on
Mmmm. Yeah. There wasn't going to be any more waiting, thankyouverymuch. Happy that you enjoyed. :)
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And Dom taking Billy's clothes off was so so so so sexy, omg.
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Hee. Thanks. I rather enjoyed the imagery in my head as I wrote it. Yum.
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Thank you, I try. As for what may or may not happen next, sorry, no hints.
*zips lips*
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We were with Dommie in his deepest emotions. And though we knew that it's all the same the other way round.. here we can see it. I love your description of Billy's home to pieces. Love everywhere. I especially admire those intimate details like Only the two of them know that Dom was naked when the photo was taken, sprawled out on the bed sheets after making love on a lazy Sunday afternoon in New Zealand. :)
And if our eyes alone are not enough, we are told as well..
Eyes glistening, his lips form one word, full of love and devotion.
“Dominic.”
Reunion.. oh, so beautiful! ♥
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You don't know how much I enjoyed writing Dom wandering around Billy's home and recalling those intimate details that only lovers know.
Love everywhere. Yeah. That's what it's all about.
“Dominic.” What more needs to be said? I love the simplicity of it.
*hugs you* Thanks sweetie.
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I love reunions.
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Thanks so much. I'm feeling the love . . .
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*swoons*
*puddles*
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Oh, there's so much more, hon. Keep reading. Hee.
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