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Alright. Haven't posted here, just joined. Am posting some of my Dom/Billy stuff.

Title: Seasons
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: G
Pairing: DM/BB
Summary: Dom’s eyes remind Billy of his favorite season. Billy’s lips remind Dom of his favorite season.
Notes: Weird summary, but hopefully cute ficlet. Just an idea that formed in my brain and begged to be written. 706 words
Diclaimer: Fish are friends, not food – Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.



Dom’s eyes are a bright grey-blue, the colour of a cold winter day’s sky, and he is refusing to close his eyes against the sun that shines into them in his own ferocious uniqueness that Billy loves. The sun reflects off them, and although the colour that this makes is cold, when Billy looks into them, they are warm and winter becomes his favorite season as they walk in the park in New Zealand.

The sun moves behind the thick layer of clouds, its brief appearance gone for another long expanse of time today. Dom’s eyes close as it does, as if regretful, and when he opens them, the light that shone down has disappeared and they are now dark, the deep grey-blue of a late fall storm in the evening, the kind that brings an angry chill, a wild danger that cannot be controlled. Billy sees past the colour and feels safe when he gazes into them, and fall is his favorite season.

And then he catches Dom’s hand on his transitional day in early November when fall is dying and winter is about to be born and Billy smiles at him, Dom glancing at their linked hands in surprise, because Billy has never done that in this way, his fingers squeezing lightly and stroking along his inner palm, asking about their relationship moving up from friendship, and Dom says softly, “Yea, Billy?” while gazing back in a way that is pleased and affectionate.

Billy’s smile turns into a silly grin that stretches his cheeks as he answers, “Yeh, Dommie.” Although he is aware of the cold around them, his hand is warm and so is his heart, and he will always feel warm in fall and winter when he walks with Dom, holding his hand, remembering this. They walk on, quiet now, but knowing at the same time.

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Billy’s lips, when he wakes up, are soft and dry, yawning even as Dom kisses him, and Dom thinks of the birth of babies in the spring and how they yawn, especially animal babies, and Dom feels that warm shiver that he gets during a spring wind in New Zealand. Billy reminds him of spring and Dom thinks spring is his favorite season.

And later on, they are walking and as they stop on the warm day under the sun, Dom leans in to kiss Billy again, lips that are hot and slightly burnt from being in the sun lately, like the bonfires on summer nights that smell of leaves and make him think of people laughing. Dom decides that summer is his favorite season.

And on the warm day between spring and summer that Dom has taken Billy specifically out on to where they first started their relationship, out in that New Zealand park, he stops and Billy turns to face him. For six months, Dom has been afraid to say what he’s going to say next because it means the inevitable leaving of Billy once they leave New Zealand. He takes Billy’s hand and puts it over his own heart, doing the same with his hand on Billy’s chest, taking a deep breath.

”I love you,” Dom says for the first time ever, because when he leaves New Zealand, he doesn’t want to leave Billy, and Billy’s lips curve into a wild, happy, boyish smile that looks as if it should be painful but neither of them care, because they both know he’s been waiting for six months to hear those words, and then Dom kisses him, melting within the sensation, shivering for a moment on the warm day, their hands still pressed between them. And on a warm day, Dom will always shiver a little when he kisses Billy, remembering this. They walk on, quiet now, but knowing at the same time.

And as the transition between summer and fall comes, in the middle of September, Dom will tell Billy when he loves summer and spring, and Billy will laugh and explain why he loves winter and fall, and they both will start to laugh and collapse onto the bed, wrapped in each others arms, to watch the changing leaves start their fall to the ground, and they will know and understand.

Title: Sore Knees
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: PG
Pairing: DM/BB
Summary: Little drabble about a long day's work. 125 words.
Notes: Watching commentary on the movies is beneficial to ideas.
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food - Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.



Knees. Sore. Been walking and fighting all day on the kneecaps. So sore. Flexing the muscles to keep from cramping up.

Dom. Moving from off his own collapsed position on the couch to the floor. "Want me to massage them?" Dom's voice. Low, rumbly in a way, warm. Nod, eyes closed. Roll over, legs sprawling out. Dom. Settling between them and gently pressing muscle. Pushing harder, better. Warm hands. Fingers moving. Feet, ankles, calves, thighs. So high on the thighs. Definite problem a few inches over. Dom. Stopped. Open eyes. Face scaredconfusedshy. Dom. Dom's voice. "Want me to..." massage it. On his tongue. Dom's eyes. Nervoushopefuladoring. No words. Dom. Moving up. On top. Heavy. Lips. Kissing. "...be your boyfriend?" Playful.

"Mine."

"Yours." Kissing. Touching. Perfect.

Title: Important
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: G
Pairing: Dom/Billy (friendship, maybe implications)
Summary: Dom has to tell Billy, and Billy has to know, and that’s okay.
Notes: I do not like drabbly ideas that pop into my head when I go to sleep because I have to make it up and repeat it to myself for a while so that I don’t forget it come morning and I lose precious sleep, I’m a bloody uni student!
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food – Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.



It's important that he knows. It's important because Dom has to tell him. He has to tell him because he trusts him and doesn't want to hurt him. And Billy understands and murmurs that it's okay and that Dom can tell him.

Dom tells him and Billy is surprised but not scared. He doesn't mind, and he tells Dom so. After all, Dom is his Dommie, and they're mates forever and if they can't tell each other things like this, then it's not really mate-ish, right? And he drawls out the "right" and watches Dom's face stretch as he grins and starts to giggle.

Because Billy doesn't mind that Dom's told him that he's gay. He also doesn't really mind that Dom is attracted to him. They both know that Billy is straight, Dom has said so himself. And Billy's not going to return the attraction. Billy doesn't mind, because if it can't be helped, it can't be. It's Dom and it's okay. He sees it in Dom's eyes, the hope, and neither of htem is going to disappoint Dom by saying no. Dom will hope that Billy might one day like him back and Billy will let him.

He won't entertain the notion, but he won't not entertain it either. It's important that he doesn't try to not or try to because either way, it might confuse him more. So if it happens, he'll let it happen. And if something happens, he'll let it happens. If he falls in love with Dom or if he stays just best mates forever, so it'll be. Dom knows it too.

So when Billy leans forward and takes Dom into his arms, hugs him, and Dom murmurs something quiet and content and Billy catches his fingers to squeeze them lightly, Dom pulls back and smacks Billy wetly on the lips and Billy pretends to scowl for about a millisecond before letting his own smile join Dom's. It's important that this is what makes up their relationship. Because neither of them could have it any other way.


Title: Wait
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: G
Pairing: DM/BB
Summary: Dom waits to see if Billy will ever wake up after a car accident.
Notes: Written for the Contre La Montre “Near Death” challenge. One hour, written in one hour and two minutes (the extra two for putting in summary and disclaimer and such. I finished the story about two seconds before the hour was up.)
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food-erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.



Dom’s fingers trembled as he sat in the white room; everything was so white and there was no life. And Billy was there, lying unconscious. Billy had been coming to see him, the rain had been pouring down, and as far as Dom knew, the car had gone out of control when Billy tried to brake for a red light. It had spun out and slammed first into a mini-van and then flipped before hitting a nearby pole and landing in a ditch.

The amazing thing was that Billy had no major physical injuries. He had a sprained wrist and cut on the side of his face, but he’d been in a coma for three days. He’d hit his head hard on the steering wheel and they didn’t know if he’d have brain damage.
And now, Dom was here and staring at someone that he loved deeper than anything before and he’d only realized it now. He reached over and took Billy’s hand, trying to understand how this could have happened.

He knew it was only a fact of life that it happened, but he still couldn’t fathom it. It was Billy and it couldn’t happen because he needed Billy with him; he couldn’t lose someone so close to him. He couldn’t lose Billy and he didn’t know how to believe that this had happened. But it had. And he couldn’t smile at Billy, seeing his beautiful looks, because his eyes were closed for forever maybe, those lips would never laugh or curve into a grin, and the fingers that he was holding would never touch Dom again.

He only wished he’d realized how much he loved Billy before this.

I'll sing it one last time for you, then we really have to go, you've been the only thing that's right, in all I've done

Dom took in a deep breath to try to keep control, because his hand was trembling and he couldn’t do this anymore, pretend to be okay. He felt like he was going to be sick because his mind as racing with a million thoughts at once, and each time he looked at Billy’s pale face, the slow breathing, saw the eyes that had been closed for far too long. That had been for the last few days. It was still too long.

Dom was still waiting the next day.

~~~

And I can barely look at you, but every single time I do, I know we'll make it anywhere, away from here

He’d gone home to shower and change, but that was it. He’d bought a pop tart and granola bar from the hospital, managed to eat it, and watched all around him as he did. People were walking around, visiting their loved ones, but he knew that nobody at that moment was feeling what he felt.

There were people who were heartbroken and had probably lost the one they loved, and there were people who had just found out that those who they loved were going to live. There were people just visiting someone with a broken leg or recovering from back surgery. But none of them loved Billy like Dom did. None of them could know how scared he was at the thought of losing Billy. He didn’t care if Billy had brain damage or could never walk again or if he came out of it fine. He just wanted Billy to come out of it. He’d called Orlando and Elijah, left messages and figured they would tell the rest of the cast, and returned to Billy’s side, where he was now sitting, yet again.

Light up, light up, as if you have a choice, even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you, dear

He whispered to Billy how much he loved him, begged him to please come back, and continued to struggle to hold himself together. His lips trembled a little as they brushed over Billy’s ear, his fingers squeezing the bedsheets instead of Billy’s fingers, and his voice hitched a little. And he didn’t realize how long it had been until he felt someone touch his shoulder, heard Orlando’s voice, and turned to be held by Orlando before Dom could hold him. Dom shook his head.

Orlando pulled away after a few minutes, wiping his eyes, and Dom took in a long breath, his own eyes still dry. He couldn’t cry for Billy, because he had to have faith that Billy would come back. Orlando looked at Billy, touched the bandages covering the wound, and looked at Dom for explanation.

Louder, louder, and we'll run for our lives, I can hardly speak, I understand why you can't raise your voice to say

Dom described what had happened as best as he could. When Elijah arrived an hour later, he had to explain it again and when he felt the lump in his throat rise, he paused and looked at Billy, clenching his fists. Elijah touched his shoulder and Dom let him, but he was ready to scream and pull away. He was Dom, he was supposed to be the funny one, laughing and pulling jokes on everyone, and he couldn’t do that. But he couldn’t be held or comforted because it wouldn’t comfort him. Nothing could comfort him right now except for Billy.

Orlando and Elijah stayed for the rest of the day, leaving Dom with a last hug and a promise to be back soon. Dom nodded understandingly and thanked them for being there. When he returned to Billy, he saw the tubes that were in his arms and his breathing became fast and hard, his stomach clenching on him again. He realized dimly that he was hungry again, which didn’t surprise him, seeing as it had been twelve hours since the pop tarts. He went home for the night, praying that he would hear from a nurse or anyone telling him that Billy was awake.

He paused before he left the room, glancing at Billy.

To think I might not see those eyes makes it so hard not to cry, and as we say our long goodbye I nearly do

He felt it even stronger than ever, the tears rising to his eyes before he could fight them away, but he didn’t let them fall. He bit his lip hard enough to take in a deep breath and swiped at the dampness. He ran his fingers through his hair, returned to Billy and pressed his lips against eyelids that had been closed for two days now.

~~~

He was driving home when it began to rain. It was the kind of rain that was light and left the smell of clean in the air. But as Dom pulled up to his house and stepped out, it was enough to make his stomach tighten. He was in his kitchen, looking at a picture of him and Billy together, hoping to assuage his pain, but finding it only worsening.

Light up, light up as if you have a choice, even if you cannot hear my voice, I’ll be right beside you dear

He didn’t remember eating dinner, but the dirty dishes in the sink the next morning assured him he had. He also didn’t remember showering, but the still half-damp towel lying on the floor next to his bed confirmed that. He dressed and managed to eat something, and then set about trying to pick up his house a little bit. Anything to keep him busy. Anything to keep him from thinking about Billy the entire time, not that such would happen. His mind was racing with thoughts and memories of Billy, full of fear and trembling uncertainty that life would never be right again without him.

Louder, louder, and we’ll run for our lives, I can hardly speak, I understand why you can’t raise your voice to say

By four in the afternoon, he couldn’t take it anymore. He went back to the hospital and was told that Billy had woken up for about ten minutes. He hadn’t even seemed to be very conscious, unfocused, and Dom didn’t know what to take that as. And so he returned to Billy’s side, holding on to the hand gently, stroking over the skin, whispering again. He told Billy what he wanted to do when he woke up, where he was going to take them, and that if Billy would let him, how he wanted to love him forever.

Slower, slower, we don't have time for that, all I want is to find an easier way to get out of our little heads

The rest of the day passed, Orlando coming back for a little bit but not staying very long. He asked how Dom was holding up and Dom answered with a nod and a general reply that was a falsity, because telling the truth meant that he wouldn’t be able to keep on holding up. Orlando left him alone soon after that and a nurse informed him that Elijah had been there earlier, but had left before he woke up.

He wished that he’d been there when Billy woke up, and that even if he hadn’t been, that Elijah had been so that Billy had someone he knew with him. He wondered how a simple trip could have made his life so shattered all of a sudden. And he sat there, watching the monitor beep and the lighting cast shadows at horrible angles.

Have heart, my dear, we're bound to be afraid, even if it's just for a few days, making up for all this mess

He didn’t leave Billy’s side that night, or the next one, and he finally went home to change and shower, finding that he had plenty of messages but he didn’t bother checking them. He noted in the mirror how completely changed he looked. His eyes looked worn and his face lined, as if he’d aged ten years over the last few days.

Billy couldn’t die. He was too young. He had too much in his life to die. He had Dom and their movie and everything. And Dom needed him.

He was back at the hospital when the beeping suddenly picked up pace a little. He raised his head from where he’d been staring at Billy’s hand and looked at the monitor and then at Billy.

Light up, light up, as if you have a choice, even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you dear

Billy’s eyes fluttered and his fingers twitched slightly. Dom’s breath caught again and he ran for the door, calling for someone to come. He wanted to stay but they told him that he had to leave and so he went home to wait with a nurse’s promise to call him the next day and tell him how Billy was doing.

~~~

The rest of the day and night were hell for Dom and by morning, he was a wreck. But the call came, Billy was still awake, and he was fine. Considering the damage that had occurred to both cars and what he’d gone through, it was amazing that he wasn’t hurt worse, and Dom had heard it all before. And then she told him gently that Billy had no brain damage. He would recover fast enough and Dom could come see him if he liked.

When he hung up the phone, Dom was still for a few minutes, letting it sink into his brain. By the time he arrived at the hospital, he was walking as fast as he could without running to get to the room.

He opened the door, saw the now familiar white walls and lights and chairs. And he looked at Billy. His eyes were closed but when Dom said his name, they fluttered and opened.

”Hey.” Billy said, his voice breathy and barely more than a whisper. But it was one of the most wonderful things that Dom had ever heard and he stepped forward before carefully cradling Billy in his arms and feeling Billy wrap his own arms around Dom’s back.

And it came. His tears came out and poured down his cheeks, soaking Billy’s neck and shoulder, Billy holding him the entire time. Dom managed to say in between sobs how scared he’d been and trembled. When he managed to gain control over himself, he lifted his head.

”You look a wreck.” Billy said after a moment. “You missed a spot shaving.” He tapped Dom’s chin. Dom looked at Billy and then let out a shaky laugh.

”Wanker. You scare the piss out of me and then the first thing you say to me after I cry on your shoulder is ‘You look a wreck’?” But he was smiling. “Wanker. Bloody wanker, I mean it.”

Billy smiled back at him. “I’m sorry, Dom. I won’t do it again.”

Dom shook his head. “Say whatever you want, as long as you’re talking and talking to me. I’m not planning on leaving you anytime soon, and that’s after we get out of this hospital.”

Billy looked at him. “Hm?”

”I love you, Billy. Of course I’m too daft to realize it until this happened, but it happened and I realized it. I love you. And I hope that you feel the same. And you’re never allowed to get in this situation again because you almost killed me too.” Dom tried to cover up for his emotional outburst with a light smile but he couldn’t hold it. “Billy.” He whispered.

”Dommie.” Billy leaned forward and took his hand. “You are daft, aren’t you? I love you too. I thought you’d never see that I loved you. And don’t worry about me getting into this situation again. I want to be with you for a long time and this is not a good way to ensure that.”

Dom began to laugh again, Billy joining him, and Dom finally took Billy’s hand again and squeezed the fingers, saw the beautiful eyes that sparkled, and kissed Billy. He had a lifetime to kiss and touch but he didn’t want this to end.
Title: Chapped
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: LotR RPS
Pairing: DM/BB, VM/OB
Summary: Snow makes Dom think about Billy's lips.
Notes: My first Contre La Montre and first DM/BB fic I'm posting. Please don't hate! Written in 44 minutes.
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food-erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.



Snow makes Dom think about Billy's lips. They look soft and as if they would be warm and dry to kiss against the cold, wet snow. But then, as it would deepen, it would become wet and hot and bruising, or it might keep its gentle touch. Dom sometimes wants to take Billy and push him against a tree and kiss him. Other times, he just wants to lean over while they're resting or at a bar and kiss him. But he doesn't.

It's winter. The snow has been falling for several days now, on and off, and there is at least six or seven inches on the ground. There is a break right now from the snow. But it's absolutely freezing cold out and Dom's butt has long since gone numb as he stands outside getting fresh air from the smoky, sweaty, sticky bar. Orlando walks out too and joins him. "Hey."

"Hey." Dom replies, smiling and then wrapping his arms more tightly around him. Why did he have to be so strong and say he didn't need a jacket? Orlando puts his arms around Dom and rubs them up Dom's arms in an attempt to warm him through the black turtleneck that he wears. "Thanks, but... I don't think even throwing me into a burning building would warm me up. It's my own fault. I was trying to be cool and not need a jacket."

"You were trying to be cool for a certain someone." Orlando replies with a cheeky grin. Dom looks at him. "You're not as obvious as you think, least of all to him. Although, considering the time you two spend together, I'm shocked he hasn't noticed it."

"Oh, great, thanks for telling me this. Now you're saying he's so straight that he can't even see that I like him. Thanks for dashing my hopes, Orli, really." Dom says sarcastically. Orlando shrugs and pats his shoulder. "Fuck, it's cold out!" He curses at the weather.

"I didn't mean it that way. Why don't you go find him and get him dancing? That'll warm you up for sure." Orlando suggests. He takes in a last breath of cold air and mutters, "Now, I have to get back to Viggo before my balls freeze off and that'll ruin our night for sure."

Dom laughs. While he is quiet about how he feels about Billy, Orlando had never been unclear about his attraction to Viggo, and thankfully, Viggo had returned it. It was pretty cute to watch them on set, exchanging glances, or during break, talking softly while their fingers played and chased and entwined.

He follows Orlando inside and watches as Orlando sits down next to Viggo and places a light kiss on his neck, then his jaw, and the corner of his mouth, until Viggo turns and captures Orlando's lips. Why can't he just do that with Billy? Because you don't know if he's interested. His head replies. I've kissed him before and he's never objected. Why can't I just do it again? Different.

"Dommie!" Billy says cheerfully, joining them.

"Hey." Dom says, offering a smile. "Where have you been?"

"Wandering." Billy answers. His hair is frosted with snow. His clothing too, now that Dom notices. "Viggo said you were outside so I went outside but I'm guessing you came inside while I was going out and we missed each other. However, I did not miss the blast of wind that brought with it a mound of snow off the ground."

"Yea, probably." Dom agrees. "Why did you go outside looking for me? I was coming back."

"I wanted to talk to you." Billy replies. "I was bored, wanted to talk to you."

Orlando and Viggo have stopped kissing and are watching with interest this dialogue between them. Orli has obviously told Viggo and now Dom is just waiting for one of them to pull out the soda and popcorn, that's how much he feels like this situation is a movie for them. So he stands. "You want to go outside?"

"Won't you be cold?" Billy asks.

"Nah, I'll be fine." Dom answers quickly, although, honestly, his legs are still pretty much long blocks of ice and he can't really feel any part of his body, not just his butt, now that he thinks about it. When he gets up, he stumbles a little. Orlando is cracking up, his face buried in Viggo's chest, and Viggo is smiling too, an amused but more polite smile. "Wanker." He tells Orlando, who only looks up from Viggo's chest and offers him a broad grin, a giggle escaping again. "Wanker." He repeats.

Billy looks at them. Dom shrugs. "Inside joke." He says. Weak excuse. Billy lets it pass. He'll weasel it out of Dom eventually. Well... maybe not. Not considering why the joke was started. No, Dom won't tell him that Orlando's laughter is aimed at Dom's pride which is tied directly to his heart which is completely stolen by Billy. No, that probably wouldn't be the best idea. So he follows Billy back into the cold. As soon as he gets outside, he realises that the wind has picked up. Oh, goody. Now it's cold and, as Billy said, windy. "So, what did you want to talk about?" Dom asks.

"I just wanted to find you and hang out. So why are we hanging out here?" Billy questions.

"Because Orlando is just drunk enough to manage to embarrass me and I don't need that. Besides, he's about two seconds from slipping under the table and pulling off Viggo's pants and blowing him." Dom explains. Liar, liar, pants on fire, sitting on a telephone wire. His head sings at him. Fuck off, he tells it.

Billy nods. Another weak excuse. But he's not pressing it. "So, shitty weather, hm." It's not a question, but a statement. Dom nods.

"All we need is snow and I'll be ready to go home." Dom answers. As if on cue, the snow starts. It comes in small flurries that pick up to become heavy flakes that cling to Dom's eyelashes and nose and ears, rendering them dead to the world. Billy is watching him with a bemused smile. "Keep your mouth shut, brat." He orders.

"I didn't say a word." Billy replies.

"You know what? Let's go home. Out of the snow. We can hang out there. It'll be warm." Dom says. He's cranky now, and kissing Billy is obviously not going to happen, and he just wants to go home, get smashed and let the liquor warm him on the inside, and curl up under blankets and try to let that heat him on the outside. But there's still going to be that little layer inside of him that's not quite warm. But that can't be warmed without Billy's lips. It's that special part of everyone that comes out in the winter that only a kiss from someone really liked will warm it.

"Sure." Billy says. He hails a taxi. They dive inside as quickly as they can, slamming the door and shivering against the cold.

"Fuck." Dom moans. "I can't feel my fingers. Or my ears. Or my nose. Or my eyes. My legs. My arms. My butt. My feet. My brain. My lips." He mutters. "Everything. Gone. I don't think my cock will ever recover."

Billy is watching him with an even more amused grin, nearly laughing. His eyes are bright. Dom focuses on his lips, though. Those lips, red and slightly chapped by the wind. They wouldn't be as soft now, they'd be rough and maybe that would make it better. Dom reaches over and touches them. "They're chapped." He says. Good job, Dommie. State the obvious.

"Yea, Sblomie. They are." Billy replies. He touches Dom's fingers with his own. "I shoulda put on my gloves. I can barely feel your fingers."

"I can't feel your lips. I can see they're chapped." Dom answers. Billy stares at him intently, with a strange, very un-Billy like gaze. Dom has to look away.

~~~

When they've managed to heat up a little and are sitting with blankets around them, having foregone the alcohol due to the fact that they still might have to work tomorrow (Please, Peter, let us have the day off, Dom prays, because it's fucking cold and it's going to be horrid tomorrow.), they listen to the wind outside, and the snow.

"Feeling better?" Dom asks Billy.

"I should be asking you that. You were the one freezing for my sake." Billy replies.

Dom's eyes widen. "You knew?" He asks. Billy chuckles. He understands in a flash that this was why Billy has been staring at him all night in that strange way. Because Billy finally figured it out. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Ohshitohshitohshit. Wankerwankerwanker. Fuckfuckfuck. Killmenow. And he says, "Uhm." outloud.

"Yes, Dommie?" Billy replies.

"Uhm." He repeats it. Then he gets up. "Fuck me." He mutters under his breath. Walks over to Billy across the room. Sits down on Billy's lap, pinning him effectively to the couch. Kisses him gently. Pulls back.

Billy looks at him with those bright eyes. "Been wondering if you'd do that all night. Been wanting you to do it for quite a while now." He informs Dom.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Dom asks. He traces Billy's lips, which are soft still, despite their chapped skin, and warm, and sweet to kiss.

"Didn't know if you felt the same way." Billy shrugs. Then he pulls Dom back down to him and the kiss is harder, longer, and Dom feels that special part inside him heat up. Feels something else heating up too. Apparently Billy is having the same issues beneath him. Dom pulls back and grins slyly. "What?"

"I'm a idiot. A first class one at that." He announces.

Billy shrugs, kisses him hard. His lips travel Dom's neck and to his earlobe. "You're my idiot, though." He stands abruptly, Dom yelping in surprise and wrapping his legs around him. "Feel like moving this into the bedroom?" He asks.

Dom murmurs his agreement as he latches onto Billy's throat and sucks. And they are moving and falling onto the bed and clothes are being shed and fingers are exploring, lips are kissing. And Dom thinks, thank god for the snow.


Yea, I posted a lot. Making a second post for the other half. :P