monaboyd | The Beginning of Us

Title: The Beginning of Us - Epilogue
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R.
Summary: One last look, because my Muse insisted.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated. Many, many thanks to

frojane and

uisinger for their faboo beta skills, encouragement, and putting up with my neuroses. *grin* Thank you both, from the bottom of my heart. You made this story better, and I am very grateful.
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 23 24 25
A/N: This series has been quite a journey for me. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this story as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Thanks so much to all who have commented along the way. *loves you all*

Epilogue - Paradise

Any dream can become reality if only you believe in it enough.

Heeling off his trainers, Dom lets the front door slam behind him as he makes his way down the hall and pads barefoot into the kitchen. Picking up the black Sharpie from the counter, he draws a large X on the calendar hanging on the wall next to the refrigerator. There is a long string of X’s, stretching out over nearly half the page, directly below a scenic view of the gorgeous Scotland countryside.

“One more day, Bills,” he muses to himself, gazing at the wedding ring sparkling on his hand. “Just one more day.”

After dishing up a plate of leftover Thai and putting it in the microwave to heat, Dom wanders into the living room, opening the patio doors to let in the sound of the ocean before sinking to his knees in front of an open cardboard box. It’s the last of Billy’s things that he’d shipped from their cozy house in Scotland to their beach house in Hawaii. Dom’s been unpacking a bit each day when he gets home from the ‘LOST’ set, so that it’ll all be done by the time Billy arrives from New York tomorrow afternoon. This way they can skip the work and proceed directly to the happy and very naked reunion. They are newlyweds, after all.

Placing a stack of books on the shelf next to the television, Dom nods in satisfaction, long fingers trailing tenderly over one small volume in particular. It’s the book of poetry that they’d read together on that rainy Sunday afternoon, curled up on the couch in front of the fire in Scotland, snuggling and making love. On top of the bookcase is a framed picture that Viggo sent to Evey and asked her to place in the house so it would be there when Dom arrived back in Hawaii. It’s a gorgeous 12 x 16 color photograph of the wedding, specifically, Dom and Billy’s first kiss as a married couple, with the rays of the setting sun wrapped around them like a protective blanket. Dom can’t wait for Billy to see it.

Peeling away his t-shirt and tossing it onto the couch, Dom rises and stands in the open doorway to the lanai, stretching his long arms above his head for a few moments to loosen his tense muscles. Eyes dropping closed, he lets the sound and salty aroma of the ocean and warm breeze wash over his bare skin, making him shiver pleasantly.

“Just one more day,” he says softly, placing his hands on his hips and opening his eyes to watch the tide roll in.

“Does that mean I have to wait until tomorrow to kiss you?” Billy asks, his hands sliding around Dom’s bare waist as he presses his soft lips to the nape of Dom’s tanned neck.

Spinning in Billy’s arms, Dom’s eyes flash wide before he lunges forward, his mouth finding Billy’s as their bodies press together from nose to knees. Tongue sliding hungrily between Billy’s bow shaped lips, Dom possessively wraps his arms around Billy’s shoulders, moaning into his mouth, fingers carding through Billy’s ginger hair.

“Guess not,” Billy replies with a breathless laugh when they part for some much needed oxygen. “Hey love.”

“Oh baby,” Dom sighs, fingers gently tracing the soft curve of his lover’s lips before kissing him again briefly. Eyes widening, he straightens up and tilts his head to one side. “Did I get the dates wrong? You said tomorrow, yeah? I know I wrote it down on-”

“Shhh,” Billy says, laying a finger over Dom’s lips to quiet him. “You didn’t make a mistake.”

“Then how?”

“JJ had a meeting in New York first thing this morning,” Billy explains, brushing the wild spill of Dom’s blonde hair off his face and cupping his cheek. “He called me last night and asked if I wanted a ride in the company jet. I didn’t think you’d mind me arriving a day early.”

“Okay,” Dom says with a firm nod. “He’s officially forgiven for not attending the wedding.”

Billy laughs and affectionately ruffles Dom’s hair. “Yeah, I told him that’s what you’d say.”

“You’re here,” Dom breathes, nuzzling his nose into Billy’s neck and inhaling deeply. “You’re home.”

Glancing around the room, Billy smiles. “You unpacked all my boxes.”

“Didn’t think you’d mind,” Dom replies, snuggling into Billy’s embrace. “But I left that pile for us to go through together.”

Following Dom’s pointed finger, Billy looks over at the dining room table, piled high with garishly wrapped boxes. Wedding presents.

“We should’ve stopped here for a couple of days on our way back from New Zealand,” Billy says, rubbing his cheek against Dom’s hair.

“But that would’ve meant less time for the honeymoon,” Dom counters with an intimate smile, recalling wonderful memories of their trip.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Bills?”

“Yes, my love?”

Pulling back, Dom gazes hungrily into Billy’s eyes. “Stop talking.”

Bringing their mouths together in a scorching kiss, Dom backs Billy down the hall to their bedroom, tearing open his button down shirt and pushing it to the floor, immediately forgotten, seeking the warmth beneath. Now both bare to the waist, the lovers tumble onto the bed in a tangled heap, hands sliding over aroused skin. Hungrily, Dom thrusts his pink tongue between Billy’s rosy lips, reacquainting itself with the taste and depth of his mouth.

“Dom?” Billy gasps as his lover cups his throbbing cock through his trousers and rubs in slow, sensual caresses.

“Mmm?” Dom hums in response as he nibbles a trail of wet kisses down Billy’s neck and into the hollow of his throat.

"Love, you’ve gotta-” Trailing off, Billy groans. “Fuck. You gotta stop for a second, yeah? I can’t think when you’re doing that."

Fingers teasing one of Billy’s nipples into a stiff peak, Dom laps at Billy’s throat and desperately grinds his prominent erection into Billy's hip.

"Christ, Dom." Billy's voice comes out as a whimper, and then Dom gently bites his shoulder, suddenly motionless against his side. “Give me a minute here to catch my breath, love. I just got here, yeah?”

“Well, if you don’t want me, I’ll just go get something to eat,” Dom says with a seemingly careless, yet over dramatic shrug of his smooth, tanned shoulders. Rolling away from Billy, Dom starts to climb out of bed, but then a small hand darts out, gripping his bicep and pulling him back with such force that he loses his balance and falls, bouncing on the firm mattress. Before he can blink or take a breath, Billy is pressed against him, their faces a mere inch apart.

“Bite. Your. Tongue.”

The growl, low in Billy’s throat, vibrates in Dom’s chest, making his body throb with need. Eyes smoldering and breath hot against Dom’s lips, Billy slides a hand inside his lover’s low slung jeans and cups his arousal intimately, fingers wrapping snugly around his already achingly hard cock.

“Do it for me,” Dom retorts defiantly, breathless, his eyes full of fire and mischief, his smooth chest heaving.

“Jaysus Christ, Dommie,” Billy moans before diving into Dom’s warm, wet mouth, their tongues tangling and making Dom whimper.

Quickly pushing their remaining clothes aside, bodies slide together passionately, Billy filling Dom completely, over and over, until they find their blissful release, wrapped up in each others arms.

“I missed you, baby,” Dom sighs against Billy’s chest as they curl up together, aftershocks of their shared orgasm slowly beginning to subside and the sweat on their sated skin cooling. “Our bed has been so empty without you in it.”

“Fifteen days,” Billy says softly, kissing Dom’s damp hair. “More than a week longer than it should’ve been. I’m so sorry, love.”

“It’s not your fault the play got held over,” Dom soothes, fingers sliding through Billy’s chest hair. “I should’ve known, seeing as you’re so talented. Why wouldn’t New Yorkers fall in love with you like I have and want to keep you a little longer?”

“But I promised you-”

“You’re here now and that’s all that matters,” Dom interrupts firmly, kissing Billy’s cheek wetly. “And we finally christened our bed as a married couple. Only took us four bloody months.”

Pausing to think for a moment, Billy smiles.

“You’re right. We haven’t been here together since-”

“That afternoon,” Dom finishes with an intimate sigh, recalling their last time before exchanging vows. “The day before the ceremony.”

“No wonder you were practically tearing my clothes off,” Billy comments, hand sliding down Dom’s side to rest at his hip, caressing the tattoo there.

“You knew a long time ago that I’m insatiable,” Dom points out matter of factly, grinning cheekily. “A randy bastard.”

“That I did,” Billy admits. “I hope that never changes.”

“Me too,” Dom replies before their lips come together again in a soft, unhurried kiss. “And I recall your hand inside my denims well before I ever got near your trousers.”

“True, but you didn’t seem to mind,” Billy replies impishly.

“You mean you wanted to get me naked as soon as possible and were just teasing me?” Dom concludes with a suggestively arched eyebrow and lower lip thrust out in a mock pout.

Billy grins. “Pretty much.”

Dom sighs, affectionately rubbing his nose against the side of Billy’s neck. “God I love being married to you.”

“I know, love.”

“Kiss me?”

Smiling, Billy dips his head to capture Dom’s rosy lips in a sweet kiss before cuddling Dom to his chest.

“I need to talk to you about something,” Billy says, carding his fingers through Dom’s tousled hair, his other hand resting at the small of Dom’s back. “I got a call from Peter a couple of hours ago.”

Eyes widening, Dom pushes himself up onto an elbow so their eyes can meet, yet still keep their bodies close.

“Mexico?” he asks with a tentative smile, laying a hand on Billy’s bare stomach and sliding his fingers through the soft ginger hair.

“Next summer,” Billy replies, gazing into his lover’s eyes. “Principal photography starts the second week of May.”

Overcome with excitement, Dom bounces on the mattress. “Bills, I’ll be done the finale by then, so I can come with you. ”

“I know,” Billy says with a smile, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Dom asks, wrapping his arm and a leg around Billy. “I thought this was what you wanted.”

“It is. I just thought we could go back to New Zealand and celebrate our anniversary there.”

“Awww, Bills. It’ll still be there when we can get away,” Dom soothes, fingertips teasing at his sensitive nipples.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Billy says, nodding in agreement.

“Let me make it up to you,” Dom says suddenly, knowing what will make Billy smile.

“What?” Billy asks.

“How about we go to Scotland for Christmas?”

“Yeah?” A familiar light flickers in Billy’s deep green eyes.

“Yeah. It’ll be our only chance for quite a while,” Dom reasons. “And I know Maggie would love to see you.”

“Us,” Billy corrects. “She asks about you every time we talk.”

“So we’ll go?” Dom asks. “As soon as I’m wrapped for winter break?”

“Only if we can spend New Year here in Hawaii, just the two of us,” Billy replies with a sly smile.

“Do you have something in mind?” Dom asks impishly, bringing their mouths together for a long, tongue tangling kiss.

“Yes. A tradition. Did that bottle of wine survive the trip from Scotland?” Billy asks, breath hot against Dom’s lips, both remembering the fireworks and their lovemaking on the lanai that night.

“It’s in the fridge,” Dom whispers, tongue darting out to tease at Billy’s filtrum.

“Good.”

Sighing, Dom sinks into Billy’s embrace, their bodies pressing together, limbs entwined. Long, quiet minutes pass as the lovers just enjoy each others’ touch, hands roaming tenderly over sated skin as they cuddle together. Gazing around the room, Billy smiles at the way Dom has incorporated his things from Scotland to blend their tastes together, and truly make the beach house their space. Finally his eyes land on the dresser, and his eyes widen.

“Dom?”

“Hmmm?”

Dom’s voice is muffled as his face in buried in Billy’s neck, breath warm against the soft skin.

“Why is the video camera out?” Billy asks, almost scared to hear the answer.

Rolling onto his back, Dom smiles wickedly, sliding a hand ever so slowly down his bare chest and teasing at his belly button.

“Oh, I was just working on your birthday present,” he replies, sultry blue-grey eyes wide with innocence.

“Dommie,” Billy groans, feeling himself harden at the thought of Dom’s making another of his dvd presents for him. “The one you made in New Zealand almost killed me, love. Don’t tell me you made another one.”

“Okay,” Dom replies simply, abruptly closing his mouth.

“You didn’t make another one, did you?” Billy asks, not quite sure what game Dom is playing, but desperate for the answer.

“No,” Dom replies, his long, elegant fingers walking over Billy’s inked hip and into the ginger curls at the apex of his thighs, pausing until Billy meets his heated gaze. “I made two. And I’m wearing eyeliner.”

“Oh fuck, Dommie,” Billy groans as Dom wraps his hand around his throbbing erection and slowly pulls off, twisting his wrist at the finish and rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head.

Before Billy can take a breath and try to recover, Dom is straddling his hips and sinking down, taking Billy’s hard cock into his body and stretching himself to the limit.

“If you insist,” Dom murmurs in a low, seductive voice, eyes twinkling as he smiles and looks deep into Billy’s eyes.

“God I love being married to you,” Billy pants, rolling his hips as his hands slide over Dom’s taut belly.

“I know, baby.”

Leaning back, Dom begins thrusting his hips in time to Billy passionate moans, gasping when Billy’s small hand wraps around his rock hard arousal. Bodies slamming together wildly and passionately, the sound of the tide crashing against the shore surrounds them, lifting them higher and higher, until Dom cries out breathlessly and falls bonelessly in Billy’s arms, both content beyond words.

The sun is low in the sky, sinking into the ocean when Billy languidly and lazily strokes Dom through the aftershocks of a third orgasm. The plate of leftover Thai that Dom had placed in the microwave earlier is now on the nightstand, empty, as well as several bottles of water.

“I’m so glad you have tomorrow off,” Billy says with a devastatingly sexy and suggestive smile before he dips his head and kisses Dom’s nose. “I think we might stay in bed all day. What do you think, love?”

“Promise me that you’ll never get tired of it,” Dom requests, gazing up at Billy.

“Tired of what?”

“Touching me. Kissing me. Making love with me.”

Lips meeting in a tender kiss, Billy affectionately tousles Dom’s already thoroughly mussed hair.

“That is the easiest promise I will ever make, my love,” Billy says, hand sliding down Dom’s lean body to rest against his taut and sculpted belly. “Right after the one about spending the rest of my life with you, of course.”

“Romantic bastard.”

“You love it,” Billy fires back, nuzzling into Dom’s neck to press a gentle kiss to the soft, tanned skin.

Dom sighs. “Yeah, I do.”

Cradling Dom in his arms, Billy cups his bearded cheek and kisses his nose before gazing lovingly into his deep, blue-grey eyes. “It’s just the beginning, Dommie.”

“The beginning of us,” Dom says with a brilliant smile, eyes alight with uninhibited joy.

Returning Dom’s smile, Billy nods in agreement. “The beginning of us.”

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