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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Part 23. Where Billy and Dom finally get out of bed. Well, sort of.
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 20 21 22
A/N: The book mentioned is real. Page numbers are correct. Borrowed without permission, obviously. Next part will be posted on Monday.
Part 23 - Adoration
When you have found your heart’s purpose, then you have truly found paradise.
Leaning against the frame of the doorway to the bedroom, eyes gentle and intimate, Billy watches Dom sleep, sprawled out on his belly, the sheet pushed low on hips. The sun is just beginning to rise, weak rays pouring through the window and bathing his tanned skin in soft, warm light.
Their bed is a tornado of rumpled fabric; pillows have been pushed to the floor and the coverlet shoved to the end of the bed, evidence of their passion and overwhelming need for one another’s touch. Cheek pressed to the mattress, long arm stretched out across the sheets, Dom reaches for Billy, even in sleep, searching for contact with his lover. The movement touches Billy deeply, his love for Dom rushing through his body with such intensity that it nearly overwhelms him.
“Caught you,” Dom murmurs in a gravely voice, a sexy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as his sleepy eyes flutter open. “You’re watching me again.”
“You’re lovely to watch,” Billy replies softly, head tilting to one side as he slowly exhales.
“Get your sexy Scottish arse back in this bed,” Dom orders, rolling onto his back and opening his arms. “Need to feel you against me, Bills. Want you.”
“You are insatiable, Dominic Monaghan,” Billy says as he crosses the room. Grabbing the coverlet and dragging it up to cover their bodies, he slides back into bed, taking Dom into his arms and cuddling him close. “Randy bastard.”
Lapping wetly at Billy’s neck with his soft, pink tongue, Dom laughs gently. “You love it.”
“Yeah,” Billy sighs. “I do.”
As they start to settle into comfortable positions, Dom groans under his breath and then shifts slightly.
“Sore?” Billy asks tenderly, his touch softening immediately.
“Uh, no,” Dom replies after careful consideration. “A little achy, but in a really good way. Feels like I’ve done nothing but shag for two whole days.” Looking up at Billy, Dom grins. “I wonder why?”
Capturing Dom’s mouth in a teasing kiss, Billy laughs and ruffles his hair. “No idea, love.”
“Kiss me,” Dom requests softly.
Gazing hungrily at Dom’s lips, Billy smiles. “I’ll do better than that.”
Hooking Dom’s leg over his hip, Billy covers Dom’s mouth with his own and wraps his fingers snugly around Dom’s erection, sliding down the thick shaft and twisting his wrist at the end of each stroke. Arms wound around one another, they rock together gently, kissing long and deep, until Dom cries out and his release is flowing over Billy’s hand.
“You’re so pretty when you come, Dommie,” Billy whispers into Dom’s tousled hair. “Never get tired of watching you.”
“Let’s go back to sleep,” Dom says with a sated yawn, tightening his arm around Billy’s waist and nuzzling his nose into the side of Billy’s neck. “It’s early, baby.”
Fingertips sliding down Dom’s spine to caress the small of his bare back, Billy murmurs his assent, kissing Dom’s shoulder and threading his fingers through Dom’s hair before closing his eyes.
The soothing rhythm of their synchronized breathing lulls them into the welcoming arms of sleep, and they are both dreaming peacefully in minutes, wrapped up in each others arms.
* * *
“I thought you said we were going to get out of bed today,” Dom says sleepily, breath warm against Billy’s chest. “It’s Sunday, yeah?”
“We did,” Billy replies softly, fingers sliding through Dom’s silky hair. “Technically.”
Shaking with silent laughter, Dom lifts his head up slightly and looks around.
“Baby, does moving to the couch to shag really qualify as getting out of bed?” he asks impishly, one eyebrow arched.
“I don’t remember you complaining a hour ago when I was inside you,” Billy retorts teasingly, lazily rolling his hips and making Dom moan. “When you were riding me and telling me how much you love watching my face when I’m coming in your tight, gorgeous arse.”
“That wasn’t a complaint, Bills,” Dom says with a sigh, laying his head back down, directly over Billy’s heart. “Just a question.”
Kissing the hair covering Dom’s forehead, Billy smiles and looks over at the fire burning merrily in the stone fireplace, occasional crackles filling the quiet. It’s been raining, rather heavily, for hours now, but the cheerful fire is helping to chase the dampness and cold away.
“Making a fire was a good idea,” Billy says, hand sliding across Dom’s bare back. “You’re not used to the weather here in Scotland. Wouldn’t want you to catch a chill.”
“You think I’m going to get cold? In your arms?” Dom laughs. “Not likely, baby.”
“I don’t want you to get sick, Dommie,” Billy explains, grabbing hold of the warm blanket pushed low on Dom’s hips and covering his lover’s sated body with it. “Might get in the way of shagging.”
Eyes half lidded, Dom smiles and watches the orange and red flames dance lazily in the fireplace, the heat warming his face.
“Good point.”
Letting his gaze wander slowly around the room, Dom spots a small book underneath a magazine on the coffee table, and he squints to make out the title.
“The Erotic Spirit?” he says aloud, not recognizing it as something from Billy’s library of beloved books, or remembering him ever mentioning it before.
“What?”
Stretching to reach over to the table, Dom pulls the book out and brings it closer so he can get a better look, thankful for his long arms so he doesn’t have to move from Billy’s embrace. There’s nothing in world he needs more than to be right where he is, safe in the arms of the man he loves.
“The Erotic Spirit,” he repeats as he reads further. “An Anthology of poems of sensuality, love, and longing. Where did you get this?”
“Book shop at Heathrow,” Billy tells him with a rueful smile. “I’d just left you in Hawaii, felt like complete shite, was missing you something awful and was sitting around, waiting for my connection flight to Glasgow. I had some time, so I thought I’d get a book. Distract me, or something like that. Wasn’t sure what I was looking for until I found that one.”
“Poetry, Bills?”
“I was about to put it back down in the shop when I read something that reminded me of you,” Billy says fondly, kissing Dom’s hair again. “Then I couldn’t bear to leave it behind. I couldn’t leave you again, love. Not twice in one day.”
“Which one?” Dom asks, pushing himself up on his elbows and laying the book on Billy’s bare chest. Flipping idly through the pages, he gives Billy a suggestive look. “Was it something naughty?”
“Quite,” Billy replies gently with a smile, playing with the blonde hair curling at the nape of Dom’s neck. “Page forty-one.”
Suddenly bashful, Dom’s cheeks flush and he ducks his head. “Would you read it to me?” he asks softly.
“C’mere, you daftie,” Billy says with a lazy grin, taking the book in one hand and guiding Dom back down to his chest with the other. Once his fingers are threaded through the tousled blonde strands, he begins to speak, not needing to look at the page as he memorized the words that first day. He memorized many poems that day, all the words that reminded him of Dom and helped to ease the tremendous pain of loss that made his chest ache.
Squirming a little to get comfortable, Dom nuzzles into Billy’s neck, the rumble in his chest as he speaks making Dom vibrate pleasantly.
Take off your clothes, my love!
Let’s get naked! I want to feel you now.
Even your gauze dressing gown
feels thick as the walls of Babylon.
Sliding a hand between their warm, damp bodies, Billy caresses one of Dom’s nipples, smiling when he feels it stiffen under his touch and Dom’s breath catch.
I want your lovely naked breast
against my naked breast.
Voice lower now, more intimate, Billy brushes a feathery kiss across Dom’s forehead, and Dom can’t hide his body’s response to the erotic words being spoken by his lover. His insistent erection presses firmly against Billy’s own, rapidly stiffening cock.
Give me your lips.
Let the only veil be silence.
We are one.
Give me your tongue.
The last word is barely out of Billy’s mouth when his lips close over Dom’s, and they are tumbling to the floor in a tangled jumble of naked limbs. Firelight dances over their nude bodies as two become one, Dom sprawled beneath Billy, wantonly and shamelessly begging to be touched and filled. Limbs winding around one another, lips come together over and over in hot, wet kisses, tongues tangling hungrily and teeth nibbling gently as they fall into one another and make love in front of the roaring fire.
Later, when the fire is burning lower and their bodies are wrapped up in the warm blanket on the couch again, Dom cuddles Billy against his chest and flips through the pages of the poetry book, looking for just the right words to express his feelings. Finally, on page thirty-six, Dom finds what he’s been searching for.
“Listen to this, baby,” he says softly, tilting his head to one side and threading his fingers through Billy’s soft, ginger hair. “You awake?”
“Yeah. Just watching the fire,” Billy replies lazily, feeling very comfortably spent, the strong, steady rhythm of Dom’s heartbeat flowing through his limbs. “I’m listening.”
Winter skies are cold and low,
with harsh winds and freezing sleet.
But when we make love beneath our quilt,
we make three summer months of heat.
“With you, it’s more like six,” Billy comments, smiling when Dom’s light, boyish laughter fills the air. “Maybe seven.”
“I really like this book, Bills. It’s giving me ideas.”
“Oh really?” Billy asks as he looks up, arching an eyebrow and giving his hips a seductive roll against Dom’s.
“Not now, you randy Scotsman,” Dom says with a laugh, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Save something for tomorrow, yeah?”
Snuggling back down and rubbing his cheek against Dom’s bare chest, Billy nods. “Yeah. I like this plan.”
Curled up in each others arms, the lover’s drift off for an afternoon nap while watching the fire, relaxed and utterly content.
* * *
That evening, after washing up the dinner dishes together, Dom wordlessly takes Billy by the hand and begins leading him down the hall. Expecting that they’re going back to bed, Billy is surprised when instead Dom guides him into the loo.
Hands sliding down his lover’s body, Dom peels away the plaid boxer shorts Billy insisted on wearing while they cooked and ate. A protective measure, he called it. Hating the idea of covering up for any reason, Dom had reluctantly agreed, choosing to wear the apron instead, because that meant Billy had easy access, to touch or do anything else that he desired. With a quick tug at his waist, the apron falls silently to the floor, landing beside Billy’s shorts.
Small candles are spread throughout room, flickering gently, giving the space a soft, romantic glow. The bathtub is filled with steaming water, the heat fogging both the mirror above the basin and the frosted glass of the small window.
“Oh, Dommie,” Billy breathes. “What have you been up to?”
“I’ve wanted to do this since that day when my leg was hurt and we took a bath together,” Dom says softly, leaning down to draw the tips of his fingers through the water. “I loved the way I felt with your arms around me, and wanted you to know how much it meant to me.”
Stepping into the tub, Dom lays down and then offers Billy his hand. Touched by his lover’s efforts and smiling gently, Billy sinks down into the hot water and snuggles back into the circle of Dom’s arms. Fingers threading together, Billy brings their hands to his mouth and kisses each of Dom’s fingertips before cradling them against his heart.
Several minutes later, after releasing his lover’s hands, Billy turns in the water so they are laying face to face, his cheek resting on Dom’s chest, right over his heart. The fingers of one hand stroke Dom’s slender neck in a gentle, comforting rhythm, the other exploring the muscles along Dom’s side and lower back. Arms wrapping around the older man, Dom’s left hand slides slowly up and down Billy’s spine in long, lingering caresses while his right hand strokes Billy’s soft, ginger hair.
“I’ve missed this,” Billy murmurs, his eyes closed. “Missed us.”
“Me too, Bills.”
Hearing the wavering in Dom’s voice, Billy looks up and spots the excess moisture in his eyes.
“Dommie?”
“Kiss me?” he requests softly, head tilting to one side. “Like you did that night in the ocean?”
“Of course, my love.”
Deep green eyes darkening with arousal, Billy moves up Dom’s lithe form, bringing their mouths together in a passionate kiss and turning their bodies in the bathtub before dipping beneath the surface of the water. Eyes locked, they kiss, tongues tangling and fingers carding through each others hair to hold one another close.
When his lungs demand air, Billy brings them back up to the surface, cradling Dom protectively in his arms.
“Better?” he asks, smoothing Dom’s wet hair off his face and kissing his damp cheek.
“You’re so good to me, Bills,” Dom sighs, nuzzling into Billy’s hand. “Always giving me what I need.”
“You’re easy to be good to, love,” Billy replies, cuddling Dom to his chest and rubbing his back. “All I want is for you to be happy.”
“You make me happy, baby,” Dom says. “And I hope I make you happy.”
“Of course you do, yeh daftie,” Billy tells him, pressing a feathery kiss to Dom’s neck. “Every single day.”
Only when the water cools do the lovers rise from the bathtub, drying each other’s bodies tenderly with fluffy green towels before retreating back to the bedroom, and the circle of each others arms.
* * *
Finally, on Monday morning, reality invades their intimate world, and Billy reluctantly drags himself out of bed to make his way into the loo for a shower. Standing under the hot spray, Billy mourns the loss of his lover’s scent on his skin, and his arms feel achingly empty without Dom in them. He can’t help the soft sigh escaping his lips when warm hands slide around his waist from behind, and he is drawn back into Dom’s embrace. Nibbling kisses are pressed to the nape of his neck while Dom’s fingers slide though Billy’s soft chest hair and down to his trim belly.
“Hey,” Dom murmurs. “Don’t be sad, baby. It’ll be back tonight.”
“What?” Turning around, Billy curls into Dom’s lean body, nuzzling his face into Dom’s neck and wrapping his arms around his lover’s narrow waist. Even after everything that they’ve shared in the last few days, all the lovemaking, he still can’t get close enough. He wants more. Much, much more.
“Me, all over you,” Dom replies.
Surprised, Billy looks up into Dom’s eyes. “How did you-”
“You said it out loud,” Dom tells him with a soft, understanding smile. “And the feeling is mutual, by the way.”
Billy is then treated to the decadent sensation of having his hair and body lathered by his lover’s hands, from the top of his head to the tips of his small toes, and absolutely everything in-between. In his whole life, Billy’s never felt more treasured than when Dom’s hands are sliding tenderly over his body, adoring blue-grey eyes overflowing with love and devotion. The emotions bubbling up inside are so strong, so overwhelming, that they bring tears to his eyes, only to be kissed away by Dom’s soft lips.
“Dommie-”
“I know, baby,” Dom murmurs gently, his own eyes glistening. “I love you, too.”
Lips meeting in a gentle, body tingling kiss, Dom guides his lover under the hot spray to wash away the lather covering his skin, leaving him fresh and clean.
When the bubbles have been rinsed off, Dom reluctantly twists off the taps and steps out of the tiled enclosure, hand clasped with Billy’s to keep contact. Cuddling Billy to his chest, Dom rubs a towel over his ginger hair and then down his back, finally stopping at Billy’s waist. Looking up into Dom’s eyes, Billy smiles and brings their mouths together for a warm, wet kiss, albeit a brief one.
“Shave and get dressed,” Dom says when their bodies are both wrapped up in towels. “I’ll make you some breakfast. Porridge and tea, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Billy replies, ruffling Dom’s wet hair and receiving a lopsided grin as a reward.
Standing in front of his closet several minutes later, Billy realizes that clothes feel awkward on his skin, having worn nothing but Dom and love for the last three and a half days. It brings a smile to his face when he realizes that there isn’t one inch of his body that hasn’t been kissed and caressed by his lover, and the same is true for Dom.
Padding quietly into the kitchen in his sock feet, he quirks an eyebrow at the sight before him. It’s Dom, dressed in low slung, faded blue jeans, a red t-shirt and one of Billy’s well worn jumpers, a dark green one that was always a touch too big on him. Not surprisingly, it fits Dom perfectly. Crossing the room and closing the distance between Dom and himself, Billy slides his arms around the younger man’s waist.
“And who said you could get dressed?” he asks teasingly, kissing the tender skin just under Dom’s earlobe and sliding a hand under Dom’s shirt to caress his belly.
Laughing lightly, Dom turns to face Billy and wraps his arms around his shoulders. “Well, Maggie is going to be here in about ten minutes. Do you really want me to answer the door starkers?”
“Maggie?” Billy says. “Why?”
Overwhelming, irrational fear rushes through his body, wondering if perhaps she’s taking Dom back to the airport. Over the last few days he’s wanted to know how much time they have, but fearing the worst, Billy hasn’t said a word. He’s all too aware that Dom won’t say until he asks, delaying the bad news for as long as possible. Dom wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye, though. He couldn’t. Not after-
“We need more food,” Dom explains quickly, catching the panicked look in Billy’s eyes. “And a few other, what you might say, essentials. Thanks to the rather astounding and impressive amount of sex we’ve had in the last few days, we’re almost out of lube. Maggie said if I needed to run any errands to let her know.”
“I could have-”
“Shhh. You need your car to go to rehearsal. And Maggie insisted,” Dom interrupts, cuddling Billy closer. “It won’t take long. I’ll be here when you get back, baby. I promise.”
The last two words are uttered in a whisper before their lips meet in a tender kiss.
“I’m not leaving, Bills,” Dom vows, their eyes locking. “I could never do that to you.”
“Sorry,” Guiltily, Billy ducks his head.
“It’s okay. I would’ve thought the same thing. Why do you think I came running through the door every night back in Hawaii?” Dom asks, arching an eyebrow. “I wanted to make sure you were still there.”
“Yeah?”
“I need you just as much as you need me,” Dom says softly. “I have since the day we met.”
Hand sliding around Dom’s neck, Billy pulls their mouths together, lips meeting in a yearning, scorchingly hot kiss. Arms winding tightly around one another, the lovers only part when the electric kettle on the countertop shrieks and interrupts the quiet.
“I love you, Dommie,” Billy pants. “So, so much.”
Eyes sparkling, Dom smiles. “I know.”
* * *
“The flowers weren’t necessary, Dom,” Evey says before Dom can say anything beyond a standard greeting. “Really. It was fun to surprise you. Considering the look on your face, I wish I’d had a camera.”
“Hey Ev. Good to know you got them. And I’m sure someone did get a picture,” Dom replies, tossing his jumper over the back of a kitchen chair and wedging the cordless phone between his ear and shoulder so he can keep putting away the supplies he picked up at the market. Dinner is going to be all of Billy’s favorites. Tonight is going to be very, very special. “Ask Jorge. He’s always running around with that digital camera of his.”
Swiftly changing the subject, the tone of Evey’s voice becomes more serious. “So did you talk to him?”
“Yeah, I told him what a prat I was,” Dom replies with a roll of his eyes.
“And?”
“We’re fine.”
“Fine?” Evey repeats. “I figured you guys wouldn’t get out of bed for two days.”
“Three and a half, actually,” Dom says, causing Evey to laugh.
“So you’ve talked about-”
“No.”
“Why not?” Evey demands.
“I’m waiting for the right time.”
Sighing, Evey switches the phone to the other ear. “Dom, there is no right time. You have to say something.”
“I know.”
“Does he even know how long you’re staying?” she asks pointedly.
“He won’t ask,” Dom replies lamely.
“What?”
“The deal is, we don’t say until the other one asks,” Dom explains. “When he’s ready to know, he’ll say something.”
“Dominic Monaghan-”
“Evey, please.”
The quiet pleading in Dom’s voice unnerves Evey, and she falls silent for a long, long moment.
“What aren’t you telling me, Dom?” she asks quietly.
“It’s something that I need to talk to Billy about first, Ev.”
“Are you alright?”
Swallowing hard, Dom nods. “Brilliant. I’m here, with Billy. Life doesn’t get better than this.”
The fine hairs on the back of Dom’s neck rise and a shiver slides down the length of his spine. An odd sensation settles in his belly, and it feels as though he’s being watched. Turning around, he smiles widely and lifts a hand to wave, but freezes when he catches the predatory, unrestrained desire reflected in Billy’s mossy green eyes.
“Dom?” Evey says. “You still there?”
“Uh, Ev?” Dom replies, struggling to form words with Billy staring at him with unrepentant lust, small fingers sliding down his chest and unbuttoning his shirt. “I, uh, I need to go. Billy’s home for lunch and I think he wants to know what’s on the menu.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Billy slowly shakes his head.
“Correction,” Dom adds, biting back a groan when Billy’s shirt flutters to the floor and Billy steps closer, fingers toying with the button of his trousers, fingers teasing his own belly button. “I think I am the menu.”
Eyes smoldering and small pink tongue sliding over his lower lip, Billy nods slowly.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Dom whimpers as Billy presses his rock hard arousal against him, warm hand dipping inside his low slung jeans to cup a bare, round cheek and give it a slow, firm squeeze. At the same time Billy’s other hand slips under Dom’s red t-shirt and latches onto a nipple, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingertips in a sensual, seductive rhythm. “Oh, Christ. Evey, I gotta go.”
Evey’s laughter is cut off when Dom ends the call, barely having time to toss the phone on the counter before Billy’s tongue is thrusting hotly between his lips. Feasting on Dom’s gorgeous mouth, Billy sucks Dom’s tongue in wild abandonment while Dom moans and wraps his arms around Billy’s body, returning his lover’s affection with equal fervor.
“Not that I’m complaining, baby, but what brought this on?” Dom asks breathlessly when they finally break for some much needed oxygen.
“Red?” Billy replies, dipping his head and licking Dom’s slender neck. “It’s definitely your color, love, but I prefer you naked.”
A moment later Dom is quickly being stripped, bare as the day he was born, with the exception of Billy’s pendant around his neck and leather cuffs at his wrists. Laughing, Dom is then pushed down on the kitchen table to be thoroughly ravished.
Not surprisingly, Billy is late getting back to the theatre.
* * *
24-Confessions
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Part 23. Where Billy and Dom finally get out of bed. Well, sort of.
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 20 21 22
A/N: The book mentioned is real. Page numbers are correct. Borrowed without permission, obviously. Next part will be posted on Monday.
Part 23 - Adoration
When you have found your heart’s purpose, then you have truly found paradise.
Leaning against the frame of the doorway to the bedroom, eyes gentle and intimate, Billy watches Dom sleep, sprawled out on his belly, the sheet pushed low on hips. The sun is just beginning to rise, weak rays pouring through the window and bathing his tanned skin in soft, warm light.
Their bed is a tornado of rumpled fabric; pillows have been pushed to the floor and the coverlet shoved to the end of the bed, evidence of their passion and overwhelming need for one another’s touch. Cheek pressed to the mattress, long arm stretched out across the sheets, Dom reaches for Billy, even in sleep, searching for contact with his lover. The movement touches Billy deeply, his love for Dom rushing through his body with such intensity that it nearly overwhelms him.
“Caught you,” Dom murmurs in a gravely voice, a sexy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as his sleepy eyes flutter open. “You’re watching me again.”
“You’re lovely to watch,” Billy replies softly, head tilting to one side as he slowly exhales.
“Get your sexy Scottish arse back in this bed,” Dom orders, rolling onto his back and opening his arms. “Need to feel you against me, Bills. Want you.”
“You are insatiable, Dominic Monaghan,” Billy says as he crosses the room. Grabbing the coverlet and dragging it up to cover their bodies, he slides back into bed, taking Dom into his arms and cuddling him close. “Randy bastard.”
Lapping wetly at Billy’s neck with his soft, pink tongue, Dom laughs gently. “You love it.”
“Yeah,” Billy sighs. “I do.”
As they start to settle into comfortable positions, Dom groans under his breath and then shifts slightly.
“Sore?” Billy asks tenderly, his touch softening immediately.
“Uh, no,” Dom replies after careful consideration. “A little achy, but in a really good way. Feels like I’ve done nothing but shag for two whole days.” Looking up at Billy, Dom grins. “I wonder why?”
Capturing Dom’s mouth in a teasing kiss, Billy laughs and ruffles his hair. “No idea, love.”
“Kiss me,” Dom requests softly.
Gazing hungrily at Dom’s lips, Billy smiles. “I’ll do better than that.”
Hooking Dom’s leg over his hip, Billy covers Dom’s mouth with his own and wraps his fingers snugly around Dom’s erection, sliding down the thick shaft and twisting his wrist at the end of each stroke. Arms wound around one another, they rock together gently, kissing long and deep, until Dom cries out and his release is flowing over Billy’s hand.
“You’re so pretty when you come, Dommie,” Billy whispers into Dom’s tousled hair. “Never get tired of watching you.”
“Let’s go back to sleep,” Dom says with a sated yawn, tightening his arm around Billy’s waist and nuzzling his nose into the side of Billy’s neck. “It’s early, baby.”
Fingertips sliding down Dom’s spine to caress the small of his bare back, Billy murmurs his assent, kissing Dom’s shoulder and threading his fingers through Dom’s hair before closing his eyes.
The soothing rhythm of their synchronized breathing lulls them into the welcoming arms of sleep, and they are both dreaming peacefully in minutes, wrapped up in each others arms.
* * *
“I thought you said we were going to get out of bed today,” Dom says sleepily, breath warm against Billy’s chest. “It’s Sunday, yeah?”
“We did,” Billy replies softly, fingers sliding through Dom’s silky hair. “Technically.”
Shaking with silent laughter, Dom lifts his head up slightly and looks around.
“Baby, does moving to the couch to shag really qualify as getting out of bed?” he asks impishly, one eyebrow arched.
“I don’t remember you complaining a hour ago when I was inside you,” Billy retorts teasingly, lazily rolling his hips and making Dom moan. “When you were riding me and telling me how much you love watching my face when I’m coming in your tight, gorgeous arse.”
“That wasn’t a complaint, Bills,” Dom says with a sigh, laying his head back down, directly over Billy’s heart. “Just a question.”
Kissing the hair covering Dom’s forehead, Billy smiles and looks over at the fire burning merrily in the stone fireplace, occasional crackles filling the quiet. It’s been raining, rather heavily, for hours now, but the cheerful fire is helping to chase the dampness and cold away.
“Making a fire was a good idea,” Billy says, hand sliding across Dom’s bare back. “You’re not used to the weather here in Scotland. Wouldn’t want you to catch a chill.”
“You think I’m going to get cold? In your arms?” Dom laughs. “Not likely, baby.”
“I don’t want you to get sick, Dommie,” Billy explains, grabbing hold of the warm blanket pushed low on Dom’s hips and covering his lover’s sated body with it. “Might get in the way of shagging.”
Eyes half lidded, Dom smiles and watches the orange and red flames dance lazily in the fireplace, the heat warming his face.
“Good point.”
Letting his gaze wander slowly around the room, Dom spots a small book underneath a magazine on the coffee table, and he squints to make out the title.
“The Erotic Spirit?” he says aloud, not recognizing it as something from Billy’s library of beloved books, or remembering him ever mentioning it before.
“What?”
Stretching to reach over to the table, Dom pulls the book out and brings it closer so he can get a better look, thankful for his long arms so he doesn’t have to move from Billy’s embrace. There’s nothing in world he needs more than to be right where he is, safe in the arms of the man he loves.
“The Erotic Spirit,” he repeats as he reads further. “An Anthology of poems of sensuality, love, and longing. Where did you get this?”
“Book shop at Heathrow,” Billy tells him with a rueful smile. “I’d just left you in Hawaii, felt like complete shite, was missing you something awful and was sitting around, waiting for my connection flight to Glasgow. I had some time, so I thought I’d get a book. Distract me, or something like that. Wasn’t sure what I was looking for until I found that one.”
“Poetry, Bills?”
“I was about to put it back down in the shop when I read something that reminded me of you,” Billy says fondly, kissing Dom’s hair again. “Then I couldn’t bear to leave it behind. I couldn’t leave you again, love. Not twice in one day.”
“Which one?” Dom asks, pushing himself up on his elbows and laying the book on Billy’s bare chest. Flipping idly through the pages, he gives Billy a suggestive look. “Was it something naughty?”
“Quite,” Billy replies gently with a smile, playing with the blonde hair curling at the nape of Dom’s neck. “Page forty-one.”
Suddenly bashful, Dom’s cheeks flush and he ducks his head. “Would you read it to me?” he asks softly.
“C’mere, you daftie,” Billy says with a lazy grin, taking the book in one hand and guiding Dom back down to his chest with the other. Once his fingers are threaded through the tousled blonde strands, he begins to speak, not needing to look at the page as he memorized the words that first day. He memorized many poems that day, all the words that reminded him of Dom and helped to ease the tremendous pain of loss that made his chest ache.
Squirming a little to get comfortable, Dom nuzzles into Billy’s neck, the rumble in his chest as he speaks making Dom vibrate pleasantly.
Take off your clothes, my love!
Let’s get naked! I want to feel you now.
Even your gauze dressing gown
feels thick as the walls of Babylon.
Sliding a hand between their warm, damp bodies, Billy caresses one of Dom’s nipples, smiling when he feels it stiffen under his touch and Dom’s breath catch.
I want your lovely naked breast
against my naked breast.
Voice lower now, more intimate, Billy brushes a feathery kiss across Dom’s forehead, and Dom can’t hide his body’s response to the erotic words being spoken by his lover. His insistent erection presses firmly against Billy’s own, rapidly stiffening cock.
Give me your lips.
Let the only veil be silence.
We are one.
Give me your tongue.
The last word is barely out of Billy’s mouth when his lips close over Dom’s, and they are tumbling to the floor in a tangled jumble of naked limbs. Firelight dances over their nude bodies as two become one, Dom sprawled beneath Billy, wantonly and shamelessly begging to be touched and filled. Limbs winding around one another, lips come together over and over in hot, wet kisses, tongues tangling hungrily and teeth nibbling gently as they fall into one another and make love in front of the roaring fire.
Later, when the fire is burning lower and their bodies are wrapped up in the warm blanket on the couch again, Dom cuddles Billy against his chest and flips through the pages of the poetry book, looking for just the right words to express his feelings. Finally, on page thirty-six, Dom finds what he’s been searching for.
“Listen to this, baby,” he says softly, tilting his head to one side and threading his fingers through Billy’s soft, ginger hair. “You awake?”
“Yeah. Just watching the fire,” Billy replies lazily, feeling very comfortably spent, the strong, steady rhythm of Dom’s heartbeat flowing through his limbs. “I’m listening.”
Winter skies are cold and low,
with harsh winds and freezing sleet.
But when we make love beneath our quilt,
we make three summer months of heat.
“With you, it’s more like six,” Billy comments, smiling when Dom’s light, boyish laughter fills the air. “Maybe seven.”
“I really like this book, Bills. It’s giving me ideas.”
“Oh really?” Billy asks as he looks up, arching an eyebrow and giving his hips a seductive roll against Dom’s.
“Not now, you randy Scotsman,” Dom says with a laugh, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Save something for tomorrow, yeah?”
Snuggling back down and rubbing his cheek against Dom’s bare chest, Billy nods. “Yeah. I like this plan.”
Curled up in each others arms, the lover’s drift off for an afternoon nap while watching the fire, relaxed and utterly content.
* * *
That evening, after washing up the dinner dishes together, Dom wordlessly takes Billy by the hand and begins leading him down the hall. Expecting that they’re going back to bed, Billy is surprised when instead Dom guides him into the loo.
Hands sliding down his lover’s body, Dom peels away the plaid boxer shorts Billy insisted on wearing while they cooked and ate. A protective measure, he called it. Hating the idea of covering up for any reason, Dom had reluctantly agreed, choosing to wear the apron instead, because that meant Billy had easy access, to touch or do anything else that he desired. With a quick tug at his waist, the apron falls silently to the floor, landing beside Billy’s shorts.
Small candles are spread throughout room, flickering gently, giving the space a soft, romantic glow. The bathtub is filled with steaming water, the heat fogging both the mirror above the basin and the frosted glass of the small window.
“Oh, Dommie,” Billy breathes. “What have you been up to?”
“I’ve wanted to do this since that day when my leg was hurt and we took a bath together,” Dom says softly, leaning down to draw the tips of his fingers through the water. “I loved the way I felt with your arms around me, and wanted you to know how much it meant to me.”
Stepping into the tub, Dom lays down and then offers Billy his hand. Touched by his lover’s efforts and smiling gently, Billy sinks down into the hot water and snuggles back into the circle of Dom’s arms. Fingers threading together, Billy brings their hands to his mouth and kisses each of Dom’s fingertips before cradling them against his heart.
Several minutes later, after releasing his lover’s hands, Billy turns in the water so they are laying face to face, his cheek resting on Dom’s chest, right over his heart. The fingers of one hand stroke Dom’s slender neck in a gentle, comforting rhythm, the other exploring the muscles along Dom’s side and lower back. Arms wrapping around the older man, Dom’s left hand slides slowly up and down Billy’s spine in long, lingering caresses while his right hand strokes Billy’s soft, ginger hair.
“I’ve missed this,” Billy murmurs, his eyes closed. “Missed us.”
“Me too, Bills.”
Hearing the wavering in Dom’s voice, Billy looks up and spots the excess moisture in his eyes.
“Dommie?”
“Kiss me?” he requests softly, head tilting to one side. “Like you did that night in the ocean?”
“Of course, my love.”
Deep green eyes darkening with arousal, Billy moves up Dom’s lithe form, bringing their mouths together in a passionate kiss and turning their bodies in the bathtub before dipping beneath the surface of the water. Eyes locked, they kiss, tongues tangling and fingers carding through each others hair to hold one another close.
When his lungs demand air, Billy brings them back up to the surface, cradling Dom protectively in his arms.
“Better?” he asks, smoothing Dom’s wet hair off his face and kissing his damp cheek.
“You’re so good to me, Bills,” Dom sighs, nuzzling into Billy’s hand. “Always giving me what I need.”
“You’re easy to be good to, love,” Billy replies, cuddling Dom to his chest and rubbing his back. “All I want is for you to be happy.”
“You make me happy, baby,” Dom says. “And I hope I make you happy.”
“Of course you do, yeh daftie,” Billy tells him, pressing a feathery kiss to Dom’s neck. “Every single day.”
Only when the water cools do the lovers rise from the bathtub, drying each other’s bodies tenderly with fluffy green towels before retreating back to the bedroom, and the circle of each others arms.
* * *
Finally, on Monday morning, reality invades their intimate world, and Billy reluctantly drags himself out of bed to make his way into the loo for a shower. Standing under the hot spray, Billy mourns the loss of his lover’s scent on his skin, and his arms feel achingly empty without Dom in them. He can’t help the soft sigh escaping his lips when warm hands slide around his waist from behind, and he is drawn back into Dom’s embrace. Nibbling kisses are pressed to the nape of his neck while Dom’s fingers slide though Billy’s soft chest hair and down to his trim belly.
“Hey,” Dom murmurs. “Don’t be sad, baby. It’ll be back tonight.”
“What?” Turning around, Billy curls into Dom’s lean body, nuzzling his face into Dom’s neck and wrapping his arms around his lover’s narrow waist. Even after everything that they’ve shared in the last few days, all the lovemaking, he still can’t get close enough. He wants more. Much, much more.
“Me, all over you,” Dom replies.
Surprised, Billy looks up into Dom’s eyes. “How did you-”
“You said it out loud,” Dom tells him with a soft, understanding smile. “And the feeling is mutual, by the way.”
Billy is then treated to the decadent sensation of having his hair and body lathered by his lover’s hands, from the top of his head to the tips of his small toes, and absolutely everything in-between. In his whole life, Billy’s never felt more treasured than when Dom’s hands are sliding tenderly over his body, adoring blue-grey eyes overflowing with love and devotion. The emotions bubbling up inside are so strong, so overwhelming, that they bring tears to his eyes, only to be kissed away by Dom’s soft lips.
“Dommie-”
“I know, baby,” Dom murmurs gently, his own eyes glistening. “I love you, too.”
Lips meeting in a gentle, body tingling kiss, Dom guides his lover under the hot spray to wash away the lather covering his skin, leaving him fresh and clean.
When the bubbles have been rinsed off, Dom reluctantly twists off the taps and steps out of the tiled enclosure, hand clasped with Billy’s to keep contact. Cuddling Billy to his chest, Dom rubs a towel over his ginger hair and then down his back, finally stopping at Billy’s waist. Looking up into Dom’s eyes, Billy smiles and brings their mouths together for a warm, wet kiss, albeit a brief one.
“Shave and get dressed,” Dom says when their bodies are both wrapped up in towels. “I’ll make you some breakfast. Porridge and tea, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Billy replies, ruffling Dom’s wet hair and receiving a lopsided grin as a reward.
Standing in front of his closet several minutes later, Billy realizes that clothes feel awkward on his skin, having worn nothing but Dom and love for the last three and a half days. It brings a smile to his face when he realizes that there isn’t one inch of his body that hasn’t been kissed and caressed by his lover, and the same is true for Dom.
Padding quietly into the kitchen in his sock feet, he quirks an eyebrow at the sight before him. It’s Dom, dressed in low slung, faded blue jeans, a red t-shirt and one of Billy’s well worn jumpers, a dark green one that was always a touch too big on him. Not surprisingly, it fits Dom perfectly. Crossing the room and closing the distance between Dom and himself, Billy slides his arms around the younger man’s waist.
“And who said you could get dressed?” he asks teasingly, kissing the tender skin just under Dom’s earlobe and sliding a hand under Dom’s shirt to caress his belly.
Laughing lightly, Dom turns to face Billy and wraps his arms around his shoulders. “Well, Maggie is going to be here in about ten minutes. Do you really want me to answer the door starkers?”
“Maggie?” Billy says. “Why?”
Overwhelming, irrational fear rushes through his body, wondering if perhaps she’s taking Dom back to the airport. Over the last few days he’s wanted to know how much time they have, but fearing the worst, Billy hasn’t said a word. He’s all too aware that Dom won’t say until he asks, delaying the bad news for as long as possible. Dom wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye, though. He couldn’t. Not after-
“We need more food,” Dom explains quickly, catching the panicked look in Billy’s eyes. “And a few other, what you might say, essentials. Thanks to the rather astounding and impressive amount of sex we’ve had in the last few days, we’re almost out of lube. Maggie said if I needed to run any errands to let her know.”
“I could have-”
“Shhh. You need your car to go to rehearsal. And Maggie insisted,” Dom interrupts, cuddling Billy closer. “It won’t take long. I’ll be here when you get back, baby. I promise.”
The last two words are uttered in a whisper before their lips meet in a tender kiss.
“I’m not leaving, Bills,” Dom vows, their eyes locking. “I could never do that to you.”
“Sorry,” Guiltily, Billy ducks his head.
“It’s okay. I would’ve thought the same thing. Why do you think I came running through the door every night back in Hawaii?” Dom asks, arching an eyebrow. “I wanted to make sure you were still there.”
“Yeah?”
“I need you just as much as you need me,” Dom says softly. “I have since the day we met.”
Hand sliding around Dom’s neck, Billy pulls their mouths together, lips meeting in a yearning, scorchingly hot kiss. Arms winding tightly around one another, the lovers only part when the electric kettle on the countertop shrieks and interrupts the quiet.
“I love you, Dommie,” Billy pants. “So, so much.”
Eyes sparkling, Dom smiles. “I know.”
* * *
“The flowers weren’t necessary, Dom,” Evey says before Dom can say anything beyond a standard greeting. “Really. It was fun to surprise you. Considering the look on your face, I wish I’d had a camera.”
“Hey Ev. Good to know you got them. And I’m sure someone did get a picture,” Dom replies, tossing his jumper over the back of a kitchen chair and wedging the cordless phone between his ear and shoulder so he can keep putting away the supplies he picked up at the market. Dinner is going to be all of Billy’s favorites. Tonight is going to be very, very special. “Ask Jorge. He’s always running around with that digital camera of his.”
Swiftly changing the subject, the tone of Evey’s voice becomes more serious. “So did you talk to him?”
“Yeah, I told him what a prat I was,” Dom replies with a roll of his eyes.
“And?”
“We’re fine.”
“Fine?” Evey repeats. “I figured you guys wouldn’t get out of bed for two days.”
“Three and a half, actually,” Dom says, causing Evey to laugh.
“So you’ve talked about-”
“No.”
“Why not?” Evey demands.
“I’m waiting for the right time.”
Sighing, Evey switches the phone to the other ear. “Dom, there is no right time. You have to say something.”
“I know.”
“Does he even know how long you’re staying?” she asks pointedly.
“He won’t ask,” Dom replies lamely.
“What?”
“The deal is, we don’t say until the other one asks,” Dom explains. “When he’s ready to know, he’ll say something.”
“Dominic Monaghan-”
“Evey, please.”
The quiet pleading in Dom’s voice unnerves Evey, and she falls silent for a long, long moment.
“What aren’t you telling me, Dom?” she asks quietly.
“It’s something that I need to talk to Billy about first, Ev.”
“Are you alright?”
Swallowing hard, Dom nods. “Brilliant. I’m here, with Billy. Life doesn’t get better than this.”
The fine hairs on the back of Dom’s neck rise and a shiver slides down the length of his spine. An odd sensation settles in his belly, and it feels as though he’s being watched. Turning around, he smiles widely and lifts a hand to wave, but freezes when he catches the predatory, unrestrained desire reflected in Billy’s mossy green eyes.
“Dom?” Evey says. “You still there?”
“Uh, Ev?” Dom replies, struggling to form words with Billy staring at him with unrepentant lust, small fingers sliding down his chest and unbuttoning his shirt. “I, uh, I need to go. Billy’s home for lunch and I think he wants to know what’s on the menu.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Billy slowly shakes his head.
“Correction,” Dom adds, biting back a groan when Billy’s shirt flutters to the floor and Billy steps closer, fingers toying with the button of his trousers, fingers teasing his own belly button. “I think I am the menu.”
Eyes smoldering and small pink tongue sliding over his lower lip, Billy nods slowly.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Dom whimpers as Billy presses his rock hard arousal against him, warm hand dipping inside his low slung jeans to cup a bare, round cheek and give it a slow, firm squeeze. At the same time Billy’s other hand slips under Dom’s red t-shirt and latches onto a nipple, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingertips in a sensual, seductive rhythm. “Oh, Christ. Evey, I gotta go.”
Evey’s laughter is cut off when Dom ends the call, barely having time to toss the phone on the counter before Billy’s tongue is thrusting hotly between his lips. Feasting on Dom’s gorgeous mouth, Billy sucks Dom’s tongue in wild abandonment while Dom moans and wraps his arms around Billy’s body, returning his lover’s affection with equal fervor.
“Not that I’m complaining, baby, but what brought this on?” Dom asks breathlessly when they finally break for some much needed oxygen.
“Red?” Billy replies, dipping his head and licking Dom’s slender neck. “It’s definitely your color, love, but I prefer you naked.”
A moment later Dom is quickly being stripped, bare as the day he was born, with the exception of Billy’s pendant around his neck and leather cuffs at his wrists. Laughing, Dom is then pushed down on the kitchen table to be thoroughly ravished.
Not surprisingly, Billy is late getting back to the theatre.
* * *
24-Confessions
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The box and the legal papers are killing me with curiosity!
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I'll make you a promise. On Monday, your questions will be answered and if you're anything like me, you'll need some kleenex.
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I have no words. Wow. Thank you.
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*is jealous*
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*sigh* That's just sad.
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And uh...Billy is one horny little Scotsman isn't he? That was great when he came home for lunch. :>
Cannot wait for Monday!
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And yes, Billy is a rather horny Scotsman. Then again, if I walked into my kitchen and found Dom there, I'm not so sure my reaction would be much different. Hee.
*sigh* I wish it was Monday.
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I love how they can't get enough of each other, how they're constantly touching and caressing.. bliss *sighs* Lovely shown here: Dom reaches for Billy, even in sleep, searching for contact with his lover. I told you before how much I adore this, and I have to do it once again :)
And Dom's inventiveness in creating a new special place for the two of them, I adore as well.
And I can't wait to see what those two are planning at.. *wibbles* :)
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And I love that Dom reaches for Billy in his sleep. I could just see Billy watching him and I got all inspired.
creating a new special place for the two of them
Yes, Dommie is a romantic that way.
Oh, honey. You have no idea how bad I wish it was Monday Right. Now. *wibbles with you*
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Thanks muchly. :)
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*swoooooooooons**squee*Me luffles you!!!!!So beautiful!!!^_^
Very good of Evey to check in on Dom and make sure he doesn't chicken out...again.*waggles warning finger at Dommie.*
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