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light-the-sky76.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Aug. 31st, 2005 07:18 pm)Title: Life imitating Art
Authour: light_the_sky76
Pairing: Dom and Billy
Rating: NC17
Summary: PWP - I have no excuse, there really isn't a plot here. Art gallery smut
A/N: Beta-ed by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
indigo_blind. I was at work, it was Friday afternoon, it was raining and grey and dull, dull, dull and I thought -'what if Dom and Billy were in a place where you are supposed to be quiet, like a library or a museum or an art gallery...'
Dom closed his eyes. He heard someone walking down the wooden stairs above them and panicked a little.
"Billy!"
"Shhhh, don't worry.
The footsteps turned a corner and went into the gallery that Billy and Dom had just left where modern interpretations of cave drawings were being exhibited. They had moved from the brightly lit room where people were milling around thoughtfully to a stairwell in a gloomy corridor.
They had started a conversation about ancient cave dwellers as they stood by the display - how they lived, how they ate and how they kept themselves entertained during the long cold nights without indoor plumbing or games consoles. Somehow, and Dom was never sure exactly how it happened, this had lead them to the dark recess of a stairwell filled with dust and a old filing cabinet with Billy's hand down Dom's trousers.
"It's like a cave," Billy had said between kisses and Dom hadn't been inclined to disagree.
More footsteps; these leading out of the gallery and up the stairs, the steps creaked as they were climbed.
"Someone will see us Bill." Dom gasped softly, breathlessly, "They'll turn the corner and find us."
"You'd like that though, wouldn't you Dom?" Billy murmured in a whispered growl, he'd pushed the fabric of Dom's trousers down so they hung precariously on his hips as he brought Dom to full, aching hardness, "The thought turns you on." The hand stroking Dom's cock squeezed and rolled down towards the dark hair beneath Dom's belly and up again, Billy paused there, swirling his thumb around the swollen head.
"Fuck." Dom tried to keep his voice low, "Fuck."
Just the other side of the wall Dom leant against people were carefully studying the large canvases hanging on the wall, in the corner a security guard was dozing in his uncomfortable chair. The echo of feet on the polished floor and quite hum of voices drifted though the doorway Billy and Dom were hidden from.
"You love the thought of someone coming round that corner and seeing us, me with my hand on your cock and my lips on your skin, and you pressed against the wall breathless and moaning."
Billy snaked his free hand into Dom's hair and took hold of the bleached strands gently but firmly and tugged, tilting Dom's chin upwards and exposing his neck.
"They'd watch," the words were spoken against Dom's throat between kisses and nips, "they wouldn't be able to look away. You look so beautiful like this Dommie, so beautiful."
Dom didn't care if someone came down the stairs then; he wouldn't have cared if a group of twenty five members of the Greater London Women's Institute out on a day trip came thumping and clattering past them. The only thing that matter; the only thing that existed, was him and Billy and the fucking incredible things Billy was doing to him. Billy always knew just how to touch him, when to tease, when to be a little rough. Dom pushed his hips forward trying to sheath himself deeper into Billy's hand and Billy's lips curled against his neck. His pace and grasp changed, one, two, three firm, hard strokes then a slow teasing one with Billy drawing his calloused fingertip lightly along Dom's over-sensitised skin
"They'd stand there, just over there, staring at you." Dom bit back a moan as tension, delicious and inevitable, built inside him, clawing from his cock to his stomach and thighs "Watching me stroke you, seeing how hard you are, seeing how thick you are. They'd want to touch you too, they'd want to run their hand up and down your cock so they could feel for themselves how hot and silky it is. But they wouldn't be able to move so they'd just watch; feeling themselves getting hotter as you moaned and writhed, your muscles taunt and your eyes squeezed shut."
Without Billy's weigh pressing against him Dom was sure his knees would have buckled sending him sliding to the floor. His cock ached and his chest ached and his head was swimming. Billy's teeth scrapped against a patch of skin on the tendon of Dom's neck in a way they both knew would leave a mark.
"And just when they'd start to think that nothing could be more erotic, you would come. You'd moan and arch and they would almost come too from just watching you. I want to see that Dom," Billy's voice was low and ragged against Dom's ear, "I want to watch you. Come, come for me."
Dom did moan, and he did arch, Billy's hand kept moving as the orgasm ripped though Dom leaving him shaken in its wake.
"Fuck Bills, holy fuck."
There was silence as Dom slowly got his breath back. When his heart had returned to its normal rhythm Billy helped him straighten his clothes and affectionately ruffled his hair.
"Come on Dommie," he tugged at Dom's sleeve, "I think we've seen enough paintings for one day, let's go home."
Dom smiled lovingly at the cave paintings as they passed them and Billy noticed his look.
"You a big patron of the arts then Dom?"
"Oh yeah," He nodded sincerely, "I love art in all its forms"
They walked through the galleries main door and out into the street.
Authour: light_the_sky76
Pairing: Dom and Billy
Rating: NC17
Summary: PWP - I have no excuse, there really isn't a plot here. Art gallery smut
A/N: Beta-ed by
indigo_blind. I was at work, it was Friday afternoon, it was raining and grey and dull, dull, dull and I thought -'what if Dom and Billy were in a place where you are supposed to be quiet, like a library or a museum or an art gallery...'Dom closed his eyes. He heard someone walking down the wooden stairs above them and panicked a little.
"Billy!"
"Shhhh, don't worry.
The footsteps turned a corner and went into the gallery that Billy and Dom had just left where modern interpretations of cave drawings were being exhibited. They had moved from the brightly lit room where people were milling around thoughtfully to a stairwell in a gloomy corridor.
They had started a conversation about ancient cave dwellers as they stood by the display - how they lived, how they ate and how they kept themselves entertained during the long cold nights without indoor plumbing or games consoles. Somehow, and Dom was never sure exactly how it happened, this had lead them to the dark recess of a stairwell filled with dust and a old filing cabinet with Billy's hand down Dom's trousers.
"It's like a cave," Billy had said between kisses and Dom hadn't been inclined to disagree.
More footsteps; these leading out of the gallery and up the stairs, the steps creaked as they were climbed.
"Someone will see us Bill." Dom gasped softly, breathlessly, "They'll turn the corner and find us."
"You'd like that though, wouldn't you Dom?" Billy murmured in a whispered growl, he'd pushed the fabric of Dom's trousers down so they hung precariously on his hips as he brought Dom to full, aching hardness, "The thought turns you on." The hand stroking Dom's cock squeezed and rolled down towards the dark hair beneath Dom's belly and up again, Billy paused there, swirling his thumb around the swollen head.
"Fuck." Dom tried to keep his voice low, "Fuck."
Just the other side of the wall Dom leant against people were carefully studying the large canvases hanging on the wall, in the corner a security guard was dozing in his uncomfortable chair. The echo of feet on the polished floor and quite hum of voices drifted though the doorway Billy and Dom were hidden from.
"You love the thought of someone coming round that corner and seeing us, me with my hand on your cock and my lips on your skin, and you pressed against the wall breathless and moaning."
Billy snaked his free hand into Dom's hair and took hold of the bleached strands gently but firmly and tugged, tilting Dom's chin upwards and exposing his neck.
"They'd watch," the words were spoken against Dom's throat between kisses and nips, "they wouldn't be able to look away. You look so beautiful like this Dommie, so beautiful."
Dom didn't care if someone came down the stairs then; he wouldn't have cared if a group of twenty five members of the Greater London Women's Institute out on a day trip came thumping and clattering past them. The only thing that matter; the only thing that existed, was him and Billy and the fucking incredible things Billy was doing to him. Billy always knew just how to touch him, when to tease, when to be a little rough. Dom pushed his hips forward trying to sheath himself deeper into Billy's hand and Billy's lips curled against his neck. His pace and grasp changed, one, two, three firm, hard strokes then a slow teasing one with Billy drawing his calloused fingertip lightly along Dom's over-sensitised skin
"They'd stand there, just over there, staring at you." Dom bit back a moan as tension, delicious and inevitable, built inside him, clawing from his cock to his stomach and thighs "Watching me stroke you, seeing how hard you are, seeing how thick you are. They'd want to touch you too, they'd want to run their hand up and down your cock so they could feel for themselves how hot and silky it is. But they wouldn't be able to move so they'd just watch; feeling themselves getting hotter as you moaned and writhed, your muscles taunt and your eyes squeezed shut."
Without Billy's weigh pressing against him Dom was sure his knees would have buckled sending him sliding to the floor. His cock ached and his chest ached and his head was swimming. Billy's teeth scrapped against a patch of skin on the tendon of Dom's neck in a way they both knew would leave a mark.
"And just when they'd start to think that nothing could be more erotic, you would come. You'd moan and arch and they would almost come too from just watching you. I want to see that Dom," Billy's voice was low and ragged against Dom's ear, "I want to watch you. Come, come for me."
Dom did moan, and he did arch, Billy's hand kept moving as the orgasm ripped though Dom leaving him shaken in its wake.
"Fuck Bills, holy fuck."
There was silence as Dom slowly got his breath back. When his heart had returned to its normal rhythm Billy helped him straighten his clothes and affectionately ruffled his hair.
"Come on Dommie," he tugged at Dom's sleeve, "I think we've seen enough paintings for one day, let's go home."
Dom smiled lovingly at the cave paintings as they passed them and Billy noticed his look.
"You a big patron of the arts then Dom?"
"Oh yeah," He nodded sincerely, "I love art in all its forms"
They walked through the galleries main door and out into the street.
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You find yourself a dusty corner and have a great time :P
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I love the wings tattoo on the person in your icon *coverts*
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I'm in love with your icon.
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This is lovely and hot.
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/re-reads <3
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thanks
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:)
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Cool :)
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Hehe.... Hihi...
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:)
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