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Erhm. I am so sorry for like, posting so many bloody fics at this community. Really. Tell me to stop and I will.

Title: Fantasy
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: DM/BB
Summary: Drunk Billy talks about Minas Tirith and jealous Dom talks about impromptu kisses.
Notes: Again, watching commentary makes the brain go clinkyclinkygearsworking.
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food - Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.



"I love Minas Tirith." Billy is halfway to being drunk, past the buzzed stage but not quite to stumbling and slurring words to a point that even Dom would have trouble understanding.

Dom glances at him, only slightly less pissed than Billy. "Shut up." He orders softly, pretending to growl, but he has a smile that refuses to go away tugging his lips upwards.

"It's so beautiful though." Billy continues, apparently not listening. They did the commentary for "Return of the King" today and decided to go waste some money at a bar. "I wish I could live there. And I'd not let you in, Dom, because you were mean and didn't care about it." Dom isn't sure that Billy knows what Billy is saying completely. But Billy's voice is filled with mirth and he falls silent. "You'd be jealous, though." Billy says.

Dom snorts. "Doubtful." He takes a long draft of beer and focuses on Billy, poking a finger at him. However, he can't think of anything witty to say for once so he lapses back into a quiet pondering. Billy gets them another drink and taps Dom's foot with his own. Dom taps back. Then they're kind of shuffle-kicking each other and starting to giggle. Dom feels a sharp pain hit his leg and he winces but starts to laugh harder. "Wanker!" He says, alternating rubbing his leg and smacking at Billy across the table with his hands.

Feet still kicking and hands slapping at each other, the two engage in a battle that ends only when Billy misses Dom's hand and slaps the table and Dom uses the extra moment to pin Billy's hand with one of his own. While Billy is focused on that, he manages to catch Billy's legs between his own and squeeze them shut so that Billy can't move. Billy whines and struggles for a moment or two, then gives up. He uses his free hand to finish off his beer in two long swallows.

After a few minutes of easy talking, they decide to leave. The music's not that good and Dom doesn't really want to wake up completely hung over the next morning. They take a taxi, enjoying each others company and talking. Nothing's changed between them since the ending of filming and they've kept in touch, their script still in progress. Billy leans onto Dom and Dom watches his eyes drift closed slowly. He sleeps for a little bit until they get to the hotel that Billy has given the address for. "Wake up." Dom says gently. Billy mumbles and stirs, his relaxed expression becoming blearily confused. "Mm?" He says as he comes from the dozing stage into a stupor. "Already here?"

Dom nods and Billy slides out, getting his balance while Dom pays the taxi driver. They get into their hotel room and sprawl out on the bed. It's big and soft and covered in fluffy pillows and blankets. Billy looks ready to go back to sleep and as he slips down to his boxers and nestles under the covers, Dom examines the loveliness of his body. "I lied." Dom says. "I'd be jealous."

"What?" Billy asks, opening his eyes again and staring at Dom.

"If you wouldn't let me into your Minas Tirith home." Dom says.

Billy laughs at him, giggles is a better word for it, and says, "Yea. I thought so. So I can say I love Minas Tirith and you won't tell me to shut up?"

Dom shrugs and starts to pull off his own clothing. "No, I still will. But I'm jealous of Viggo more than I'm jealous of your fantasy home."

"Why?" Billy rolls over to look at him. His fingers move, as if to do something, but he's not sure what and he lets them fall back down to the bed.

"Viggo kissed you." Dom says. Half of him isn't at all surprised at what he's saying and the other half is asking him if he's crazy. "You were talking about how for Sam and Rosie's wedding, he kissed you. On the lips, open mouthed." Billy's looking at him with that surprised, sweet face again. "You have no clue how jealous I was when he did that. And when you were talking about it."

"So why'd you never say anything?" Billy queries, and he says it so simply, like it's an obvious thing. Dom wonders if it's the accent that makes it sound like that. He doesn't think so. "After all, you could have just said to me, 'Bills, tell Viggo not to kiss you anymore because I'm jealous and absolutely in love with you.' and I would have replied, 'Alright, Dom, sounds good. I'll tell him and by the way, I fancy you a bit too. More than a bit. Okay, fine, I love you too.' and it would have all been good."

Dom stares at him for a moment. "How drunk are you, Billy?" He asks. He's standing in his boxers next to the bed, and as Billy's eyes travel along his own frame, he repeats himself. "Bills, how drunk?"

Billy shrugs. "Enough to know that I'm glad you're drunk because otherwise, you might not have told me, not drunk enough to not know what I'm saying." He answers. Dom studies him. "Would you just shut up and get into bed? I've stared at you without telling you for long enough. When Viggo kissed me, I tanafised it was you. Of course, the little 'Dom' that squeaked out past my lips might have been why he was laughing afterwards."

"Tantafised?" Dom asks.

"Did I say that? Fantasised. I never said I was sober enough to talk properly. So shut up and let me shut up. Get into bed." He orders it, pulling back the covers. "I'm not really in the mood for talking, anyways."

Dom sits down and slips under the covers next to Billy, staring at him. Billy is quiet for a long while, finally speaking up. "You mean it, Dom? You're jealous? You want me like I want you?" His green eyes are hopeful, too clear for Billy to be- Dom blinks, realises, focuses.

"You're not drunk." He says.

Billy shrugs. "Well, I am a bit. But not as much as I claimed to be. Figured I should act it a bit, though, to keep you talking." He replies. "You're drunk, though. More than I am."

Dom thinks about this. "Yea." He agrees. He returns to staring into Billy's eyes. "So I could have told you to tell Viggo-"

"Dommeh." Billy glares at him. "Shut up. You sound like a broken record."

"Minas Tirith."

"Kettle." Billy answers. "Kettle calling the pot black. Or pot calling the kettle black. I never can remember." Dom shrugs. "Now, as I said earlier, I don't really want to talk. I'd rather be putting my mouth to other uses." And with that, he leans over and lightly presses his lips to Dom's throat, his tongue touching the skin for a moment. He lifts his head. "Okay?"

Dom doesn't know whether to protest or not. So he starts to, only to have it turn into a gasp as Billy moves down to his left nipple and tastes it, nips lightly. "Okay." He says shakily, Billy's tongue laving his suddenly overheated skin, the air chilling him where it meets the wetness left behind, and he's suddenly trembling and shivering as Billy moves his way down to his boxers. Billy presses a kiss against the long, covered erection and Dom's hips twitch at the feel of it.

"No clue how long I've fucking wanted this." Dom groans. "Thinking about you at night when I'd get off." As if in memory, his hand starts to move to push at his boxers, but Billy swats it away.

"Tell me." Billy breathes, hot against Dom's straining arousal, fingers curling around the top of the tented boxers. "Tell me what I'd do in your fantasies." Dom's eyes, which have previously fluttered shut as Billy tortured him with that talented tongue, shoot open to lock on Billy's. Billy is staring back with a demanding, hungry look in his eyes. Without breaking the gaze, looking up from under half closed eyelids, Billy presses another kiss to Dom's cock. "Because I've thought about you too. Tasting you. Fucking you. You fucking me." He tugs down Dom's boxers a few inches to reveal the thatch of hair. "So what did you think about?" He reaches to cup Dom's balls and rub, massage them and watch Dom’s look of surprised pleasure, then to the base of Dom's erection and squeezes lightly.

"Touching me." Dom articulates around his groan. "Your fingers, slick and tight around my cock." Billy yanks off Dom's boxers abruptly.

"Hey, Dom, can you reach over into my bag? There're some things in the side pouch we need." Billy says slyly. Dom does so, absolute puzzlement on his face. "Before you ask, I brought it planning on something like this happening." Billy informs Dom as he reaches to take the lube and the condom, placing the latter to the side for now. "You didn't notice I was the one who suggested we get drinks and then go get a hotel room afterwards?"

"I did. I thought it was just friendly." Dom answers, watching Billy coat his fingers and wrap them around Dom's cock again, starting a slow stroke, rolling his wrist each time. "Ohfuck!" He yelps.

"Glad it's not?" Billy asks, smirking just a little bit. He squeezes harder and Dom thrusts into his fist. "You're fucking gorgeous, Dom." He admits. "Look even better from here." He says, his position of kneeling between Dom's legs giving him a new angle to see Dom's face react, his muscles tightening and relaxing, his breathing hitch. "Keep talking. I want to know what else I'd do."

"Billy." Dom gasps. "Then you'd let your fingers press against me, push into me. Hard, gentle, fast, slow, it depended. But it always felt so fucking good." His eyes are closed, fingers knotted into the bedspread. Billy rises to kiss him on the lips lightly. Dom responds eagerly, lips pressing urgently against Billy's as his tongue ran over Billy's lower lip.

"Mm. We'll get to that later, Dommie." Billy says. "Bend your legs." He commands as he drops back down and takes the bottle of lube again. He watches Dom's face, seeing lips parted in anticipation, and as Billy prepares Dom, Dom's breath stops for a minute at Billy's first touch. Billy kisses the skin of Dom's inner thigh, bites lightly, and hears the pant that Dom releases suddenly. "Love hearing you. One of the sexiest things about you, Dommie, is the little noises you make."

Billy presses a finger into Dom slowly, watching Dom's eyelids flutter and then tighten slightly as Billy moves deeper. "Billy..." His voice is no longer low but rising in pitch, breathier, turning more towards a keening plea. "Two fingers, then three. Stretching me, absolutely wonderful and agonizingly too little, hard and fast." Billy complies with this, adding a second finger and scissoring them, feeling Dom tighten around him and hearing the muffled moan. For another minute, Billy continues his slow stroking within Dom, purposely avoiding his prostate, despite Dom's begging for deeper, more, pleaseBills. He wants Dom to be able to practically taste that sweet pleasure that Billy's denying him for the moment.

Then he's got a third finger inside and Dom's still begging, urging him on, a fine sheen of sweat covering his body. His eyes are squinched up tightly, eyebrows furrowed, and he's breathing so fast and heavy that Billy worries he might hyperventilate. "Does it hurt?" Billy asks quietly.

Dom nods slightly. "Don't care, Billy. Need you more." Dom bucks up against Billy's fingers and slides farther onto them, as far as he can, and as Billy scissors them again, pumps, he can practically see how frustrated Dom is at him. "Fuck, Bill, fucking hell. Stop teasing me."

"Fast and hard, Dom?" Billy questions. "That what you wanted?" Dom doesn't answer more than a whimper and Billy smiles. "But you said it was my fingers in you, not my cock? Never my cock?" He's moving faster, but not enough for Dom, and his fingers brush against that sweet spot, Dom letting out a soft wail and rocking against Billy, mewling for more. "Because I've thought about your cock slamming into me plenty." He wonders if Dom's thoughts are even coherent again and decides that they're probably not because he's having to focus as hard as he can on talking. Not because of the liquor, but because he's pretty sure that he's harder than he's ever been before and also so lost in watching Dom that his ability to think is momentarily impaired.

"Fast, hard. Fuck, yes." Dom whimpers, moving against Billy, searching for another jolt of pleasure. Billy withdraws his fingers. "Your cock, all the time, you. Any way I could have you, I don't care, Bills, but please just fuck me!" He cries out, helpless, and Billy can't take it anymore. His boxers are shed and he lifts Dom's legs, hooking them over his shoulders as he searches for the lube once more. His own fingers are starting to shake and cause him a bit of difficulty opening the condom. He slips it over his erection and smears lube along it and leans in low to kiss Dom hard.

"It's not fantasy any more, Dom." He whispers as he pulls away. "No more just thinking about it. No more touching yourself, fingering yourself, never enough." His voice is shaking as well and he takes in a deep breath before Dom raises himself up to kiss him again, more gently. "Dommie." Billy forces himself to raise the question he doesn't want to ask. "Before we go further, I need to know something. Is this just sex tonight? Or do you want more from this? Just so I know what to expect in the morning." Dom doesn't answer, and Billy starts to kick himself for even asking because Dom is beautiful and needy and Billy may have just ruined it. "Because I do. I want more." He blurts out.

Dom puts one warm hand on Billy's hip. "Good to know," he purrs, "and we'll discuss that later on. You're not alone there, Billy. Been in love with you for way too long without saying a word. But." He stops. "If you don't. Fuck me. Now. I will hurt you."

Billy smiles, starting out tender and turning sinfully delicious. "Hard and fast, then." He agrees. "Deep, hard, fast, until you're screaming." But he's having enough trouble keeping himself together and it no longer has the controlled torturing quality to it, instead, a promise of what he needs just as badly. And then Dom groans as Billy sinks into him, catches himself halfway and watches. "You okay?" It's more of an exhalation with the words flowing with it, barely pronounced. Dom nods. There’s something in Dom’s eyes that makes Billy’s own eyes widen with surprise as he asks, “Dommie… is this your first time?”

"I’ve never been with a guy before, no, but I've experimented with myself. Contemplated buying a toy or something in the hopes you might like me back I’d know what I was doing. Never got around to doing it. Talked to Orlando though, he told me what he and Viggo did and that fueled my fantasies." Billy is shocked to know that he's taking Dom's virginity; he assumed that Dom had been with men before. Dom can read it in his expression and smiles at him, so pure and open and perfect. "Yea, you're the first guy I've loved." At Billy's continued insistence to move, Dom protests, "It's not that bad, Billy. I can take pain."

"No you can't." Billy replies. "Remember Buckleberry Ferry? The splinter?" He tries not to laugh, and Dom frowns at him but arches up anyways, and forces Billy deeper within him. "Oh, christ!" Billy cries out as he moves deeper into tight heat. "Dommie, stop. I'm too close as it is."

Dom swallows. "So`m I." He admits. "Still feels fucking amazing. Better than I ever thought it would. I'm fine, really. I'm getting used to it." Billy asks with his eyes, You sure? and Dom returns confidently, More than sure.. Billy lets himself go, as far as he can, completely enveloped inside Dom. Dom's fingers tighten where they're still holding on to Billy's hips and his head turns to the side slightly. "Yes, Billy." He whispers. "Yes. `S`what I need."

Billy leans in, kisses Dom lightly. He withdraws and thrusts again, sliding back into tightness and heat, and Dom whimpers and shifts slightly, his face creased with pain even as he searches for the pleasure that Billy’s going to give him. Billy reaches between them to take Dom's cock back into his hand and starts a steady pace, loosely pumping it and watching Dom tremble and moan. "So good, Dom." He says. "Feels fucking amazing." He changes the angle that he's moving at, pulling Dom forward slightly, and this time when he slides deep, he feels Dom suddenly shudder and sees the jagged bolt of pleasure that rushes across Dom's face, leaving him panting in its wake. Deeper this time, harder, and Dom strains for more.

"PleaseBillsfuckyes." The words are one long rush. "Yes, Billy. Oh, god." He's half-sobbing with need and Billy gives him what he wants, letting himself get lost in sensation and releasing some of his controlled motions, and Dom meets each of Billy's thrusts with a cry. "Want you so deep, so hard that I can feel you still tomorrow." He gasps out. "Forever." He's rocking fast against Billy, body taut and Billy can see how close he is. Billy knows that Dom needs to come as badly as Billy does, but he backs off as he pushes himself deep into Dom, watching Dom’s shudder of pleasure turn into a groan of disappointment. "Oh, Billy, no!" Dom cries, his eyes flying open. "Please, Bills."

Bills shakes his head. "Mm. Dommie. If I let you come now, you won't feel me in you tomorrow even when we're apart. Hopefully we won't be apart much from now on," he grins, "but I'm not letting you come yet." His fingers work slow trails across Dom's chest and stomach and he can feel each area of Dom tense and relax as Billy passes over it and moves to a new patch of skin and muscle to explore, Billy still buried deep within Dom. He has to focus on anything but Dom and how tight he is in order to keep from spilling inside Dom right then and there.

For long minutes, he hears Dom's breathing hitch even as it slows while he touches lightly, presses over soft skin that he's longed for, and keeps his gaze focused on Dom's eyes, which for the most part meet his gaze but occasionally flutter shut when Billy finds a particularly sensitive spot. Billy stretches down to kiss Dom's neck, sucking the skin while one hand goes to a nipple and the other moves underneath Dom as Dom bows beneath him, his chest and stomach rising and head falling back as Billy tastes and bites, working on marking Dom. "Oh..." Dom sighs repeatedly, and Billy licks the tender skin, still holding Dom to him, running his fingers along Dom’s spine, into the dip where his body is arched upwards.

Billy shifts a little, just enough to make Dom moan softly and roll his hips upwards towards Billy. "Please..." Dom continues. Billy feels himself shuddering and trembling as Dom implores for him to continue; he closes his eyes and can still see Dom, wide eyes and sweat slicked, body tense beneath him. When Billy opens his eyes again, he’s blessed with the real life image of this below him.

Billy stares down at him for a moment more, completely entranced, and goes again into Dom, angling so that the head of his cock hits Dom's prostate and feeling Dom suddenly clutch at him and spasm. "Again." Dom pleads. "Please." His eyes have gone from their usual colour of winter skies, greyish-blue, to something much darker. He grinds himself against Billy, whimpering and suddenly his words come in a rush, jumbled between German and English, some curses intermingled with Billy's name as he articulates his need. Billy doesn't try to stop him, nor does he hold back anymore.

Each thrust is rapidly bringing Billy back to the edge and he doesn't know if he can hold out for Dom. But Dom is tightening around him and Billy hears his groan as he teeters on the edge for a moment, Billy withdraws, pauses long enough to see the burning jumble of love and lust in Dom's eyes, and then pushes back into him, hard and deep; Dom falls into his orgasm, his body hitting the bed as he clenches and spasms around Billy, white sticky semen hitting both their chest. Billy can feel the pulse that's been building up to a single point of pure pleasure and it shoots through him now as he comes, collapsing on top of Dom bonelessly, feeling his entire body trembling slightly as he slowly catches his breath and relaxes.

"Billy..." Dom murmurs.

Billy nods. "Is there a box of tissues over there?" Dom turns his head slightly and confirms that there is not. "Mind waiting until later to clean up?" Billy asks. Dom nestles his head into Billy's neck, kissing his shoulder.

"Fine by me. Besides, I don't think you could move." Dom smirks. "You wore yourself out too."

Billy raises his head a little to eye Dom. "Give me fifteen minutes. I'm not worn out yet, Dommie." His lips tilt upwards slightly. Dom, however, pulls him back down, sliding out from underneath but staying tucked tightly against Billy. "Hm?" Billy asks.

"How about we stay like this for a bit?" Dom asks. "Never gotten to do this with you before either." Billy's fingers lightly stroke over Dom's thigh and hip. "You should have gotten me drunk a while ago, Bills. Would have saved me a lot of jealousy. Plus, we could have been doing this for a lot longer."

Billy swats Dom lightly on his arse. "Shh." He orders. "Be quiet, `m busy loving you."

"Okay." Dom says, and he does shut up for once, closing his eyes contentedly as Billy kisses his neck and whispers softly to him.