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[lavitanuova.livejournal.com]

This is a collection of the comments I made for the "comment with smut" meme that was going around a few days ago. They are linked and do form sort of a story, but don’t look too hard for a plot, cause there’s really not much of one at all.

Very much NC-17.



Part One: (for app1e_pi)

Dom had come dripping down his fingers when Billy opened the door. His trousers were done back up, but the evidence was still there, pearly and thick still warm. "Dom," Billy said, his voice a mixture of shock and surprise and... well, no, just that - shock and surprise. His jaw dropped and he backed out quickly, slamming the door behind him.

~*~

Dom liked to wank. Sometimes he lay on his back with his knees bent and spread, sometimes he kneeled and fucked his fist. Sometimes he used lube; sometimes teased himself until he had enough precome dripping out of his slit to easy the way into full out stroking himself. Yeah, that was one he saved for when he had a lot of time, when he could afford to draw it out. He'd play with his balls and tweak his nipples and rub at his arsehole with one spit-dampened finger, not in just around the hole until it was gaping open on its own. He'd tug the foreskin up, make sure it was surrounding the head, and then roll it with his closed fist back and forth, twisting until it just almost hurt, then stopping and squeezing, and it felt so good...

And then sometimes he didn't have the luxury of a bed. He'd wanked in a great many locations over the years; pub toilets and dressing closets on sets during meal breaks, laying on the couch in a locked trailer while the others thought he was napping, closing his eyes and thinking of a hot naked body pressed against his, slick plundering tongues and solid fingers grasping and pulling and pushing him toward the edge. Sometimes he did it for a purpose, to rid himself of the excess energy, to take the edge off. Sometimes he did it out of necessity, having spent one second too long focused on Billy's bum or those red lips, sometimes he did it just for fun, because he was bored, because he wanted that thrill of walking into a room and having all eyes on him and wondering what they'd do if they knew he'd just had one off ten feet away, in the next room. He'd even wanked on an airplane once, just to be able to say he'd done it, with his trousers unzipped and his prick out beneath a scratchy airline blanket. The seat next to him had been empty, of course, but the stewardess had walked by two seconds before he shot, and he'd had to look at her and smile politely knowing as he squeezed the base of his cock hard to hold it back, a thick glob of come that wouldn't be contained oozing out the head and rolling down to smudge between his fingers.

Yeah, Dom liked to wank, but he liked it best when there was an edge to it. Like when Billy was standing right outside the door, waiting on him so they could get a bite to eat and play a game of pool... knowing Billy was two seconds away from walking in, knowing his low muttered, "Gimme a fucking second to get my kit on," probably wouldn't buy him more than minute at best, but he'd been convinced that he could do it, he'd thought for sure it wouldn't take that long.

And... well... he'd almost been right...


Part Two: (for jacqui_hw)

Billy'd spend the ten minutes directly after leaving the trailer alternately going he couldn't have been, and was he really. By the time half an hour passed, he'd made the transition to what was he thinking and what if I'd walked in two minutes before. By the one hour mark, Billy wasn't thinking of much of anything except his own hard on, and the way his jeans were just tight enough to provide some very real discomfort, and why hadn't he worn the loosened ones, because if he had, he'd be able to just slide his hand right down, and grip himself through his boxers, and squeezeandsqueezeandpull... he shuddered, his cock pulsed and he knew there'd be a damp spot on his boxers by the time he got undressed. He shoved his hand between his legs anyway, pushing against the bulge there as he navigated the streets back to his home.

His mobile rang just as he parked his car, and he stared down at the glowing screen for two seconds before turning the phone off. He couldn't do this just yet, he couldn't, because he didn't know what he'd say. He needed time, and a good hard wank, and then he'd laugh it off.

A good hard wank. Yeah.

Two seconds after shutting the front door behind him, Billy's trousers were around his knees and his cock was in his hand. His mouth was open, breath coming in a shallow pant, cause it just felt so fucking good, friction and tightness and brisk, efficient jerks of his arm, muscles in his bicep and forearm bulging with the effort to go faster and harder. He was hard, so hard, and his bollocks were tight and close and fuck, wasn't he supposed to have a bit more stamina than this? But his knees were weak and his lungs were burning and begging for more air than he could gasp in at a time, and he was coming, thick strings of it splattering across the polished wooden floor in front of him.

Billy didn't talk during sex, not normally, and he certainly didn't talk during wanking, but at the very moment than it hit he could no more have stopped the shouted name that came out of his mouth than he could have stopped the orgasm itself.


Part Three: (for magickalmolly)

Ten beats went by, then Dom responded. "Bastard."

"You were wanking."

"You're... a bastard."

"Why'm I a bastard, it's only the truth."

"You still are. Not going to tell everyone, are you?"

"No. Though I think I'll suggest Lij have that seat Monday morning."

"You are a bastard!" Dom laughed.

"And you're still a wanker." Billy said, smiling on the other end of the line.

"Fixated on that, eh, mate?" When Billy didn't respond, Dom pushed on. "So, ah. You didn't call me back earlier... did you go to the pub?"

"I didn't. You didn't either?" Billy said.

"Came home and wallowed in my abject mortification. What'd you do? Catch up on your sleep? Old man," Dom snickered, the last two words under his breath.

"No, actually." There was a slight catch in Billy's voice. "Actually, I came home and had a wank."

"..."

"Dom?"

"Ah, ah. Yeah. Right. Ah."

"Well," Billy cleared his throat. "You see. I'd sort of stumbled onto this scene, earlier. Left me a bit wound up."

"... did you?"

"Yeah. I did."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Billy said, and Dom could tell Billy was smiling. He felt suddenly, and again, as though he had absolutely no control over the situation.

"So what... did you... I mean..."

Billy waited patiently, only offering a small prompt. "Hmm?"

"Did you want... ah..." Dom said, then took another moment before plunging ahead. "Care for a repeat performance?"

"A live one?"

Dom laughed. "No, video recorded. Yes, live." Then he stopped laughing, because the enormity of what he'd just said hit him at just that moment, and his stomach turned at the idea that some time in the next ten seconds or so Billy was probably going to respond.

"What time should I come over?"

Part Four: (for sassywitch)

Dom leaned back against the headboard. His shirt was still on but just denims were undone, the folds of denim pushed aside. His thighs were spread, knees bent and tilting away from his body.

Billy was half hard just from the odd foreplay Dom seemed to be enjoying with himself, stretching and rolling his neck and shoulders, running a hand across his stomach underneath the cloth of the t-shirt.

"Get on w'it," Billy said, trying to add some edge of humour to the situation. Dom's half-grin sparked, and he let his eyes flutter shut, reaching into the denim and tugged his half-hearted erection out. Billy's breath caught at his first real look at Dom's cock. He had to resist the urge to look away, as normal etiquette required him to, because this wasn't a normal situation, this was Dom on display, just for him.

Dom licked his lips and gripped himself harder, his hips shifting like they wanted to move and thrust. His hand dipped down inside again, and Billy could see the outline of knuckles against the material, low and lower still until they had to be cupping his balls, squeezing, then a slow back and forth, rubbing against his perineum.

Billy's attention was drawn up again by the little noise that Dom made. Dom's eyes were closed, his mouth open just a little, his face beginning to flush. Lower, then, and Dom's cock was harder, redder, the head peaking out of the foreskin. Dom's left hand was wrapped around the shaft, right around the middle, long fingers squeezing and moving minutely, little up and down shifts that had to be rubbing his foreskin just right... Billy's cock throbbed in sympathy.

"Can you-" Dom said, then cleared his throat, his voice lower and huskier than he'd intended. "Hand me the lube... first drawer, on the dresser."

Billy nodded jerkily, standing and crossing the room. The little bottle sat on top of a small collection of rarely worn boxer shorts and a pair of swimming trunks that Billy recognized.

"Open it," Dom said, looking like he wanted to laugh at whatever he apparently saw on Billy's face.

"Say please," Billy said, his finger hovering near the snap top.

Dom laughed, and then groaned, and then opened one eye. "Please," He said, making his voice as breathy and low as he could get it. Billy nearly dropped the lube, but recovered smoothly and uncapped it for Dom. He started to hand it over, but Dom held his hand out palm up, so Billy poured a small pool of the slick, clear liquid into Dom's hand. "Ta, mate." Dom said, and turned his palm over his cock, letting it drizzle down before wrapping his fist around his cock again, starting to stroke slowly.

Things were getting more and more uncomfortable for Billy by the minute, but he wasn't about to complain. He settled back onto the bed near the foot of it, watching. His hand migrated between his legs without his permission, and he found himself leaning against it, his thighs tight and tense as he tried not to move too obviously. Dom was getting into it, and the sounds were getting more obscene, wet smacking of skin on skin, little grunts and harsh indrawn breaths. Dom's right hand was out of his trousers now, and he was shoving his trousers down a little more. Billy could see the base of his cock now, and the curly hair around it. The head was slick and purpled, disappearing in and out of the closed fist more and more rapidly. Dom was using those full strokes, his fist closing around the head at the end of every thrust, then sliding all the way back down to the base, dragging the foreskin down and back up with every movement.

Billy's hand started to rock back and forth between his legs, his palm pressing firmly into his crotch. The friction burned and teased at him, and he couldn't decide if it was a blessing or a curse that he wouldn't be able to get off while watching Dom.

"Ah, ah, ah," Dom was saying, his entire body moving the bed and making the ancient springs squeak rhythmically. His cheeks were red and his forehead just beginning to break out with sweat, his face scrunched up now as if he were in pain. He was close; he had to be close. "Mm.. unh... ah..."

Billy pressed his thumb firmly into the head of his cock through his trousers and rubbed, his palm still cruelly inadequate against his stifled erection. "Do it," He said, fierce and sudden. "Come."

Dom's eyes flew open and then he winced, and his hips jerked hard, then went absolutely still as come shot out, landing in a sticky mess along the front of his shirt and the slice of stomach between the hem and his trousers. Five seconds, ten, fifteen, and then he slumped back against the bed, trying desperately to catch his breath.


Part Five: (for maverick0324)

Billy was wanking in his loo.

Dom could hear him, and it was so fucking obscene, and so erotic, that Dom's cock was apparently trying it's very best to be hard again, though he'd gotten off less than three minutes before.

When Billy had bolted from the room, Dom had very nearly run after him, afraid that Billy was leaving, that Billy was angry, or repulsed, but Billy hadn't left at all. He'd locked himself in Dom's loo and was having one off. Dom had yanked his t-shirt over his head and nearly tripped over his trousers until he'd gotten them off, grabbing a pair of track pants that he'd slept in the night before. "Billy," He'd shouted, banging on the door.
"You all right?"

"Dominic," Came the laboured voice on the other side of the door. "If you could give me just a minute-" But then he stopped dead still, because Dom had already opened the door, and was just staring there, jaw dropped, eyes wide, at Billy's hand and Billy's cock and Billy, holy fucking hell, Billy. "Give me a minute..." Billy said again, lamely.

"No..." Dom tore his eyes away from Billy's midsection and forced them up, shaking his head. "No, no. It's my turn. I want to watch..." He said, taking a step closer. "I let you."

Billy blushed bright red. "Not used to doing it for an audience," He muttered, but couldn't seem to stop his hand from moving. He had a wad of toilet paper in one hand, the hand gripping the towel rack behind the toilet.

"You're managing okay..." Dom laughed, and stared his fill. Billy's cock was thicker than his, the foreskin not so loose, snugging behind the ridge nicely since Billy was too hard for it to stretch around now. So hard... it looked like it hurt, and yeah, Dom knew that feeling well. "You're so hard..."

Billy shivered, giving Dom a sideways look.

"You are," Dom said, grinning. "You look... did I do that? Did I get you that hard? God, it looks good. You look so good like that... do it, Billy, for me... I wanna see."

"Dom-" Billy groaned, strangled, and shoved into his fist.

"Come on, yeah, you're close... look at you, that's gorgeous, makes me hot... do you know how many times I thought about this? You, touching yourself, how many times I touched myself pretending it was you? A lot, a fucking lot, mate, trust me. What I pictured, though, it's not half as good as watching you like this, Billy, Bills..." Dom was rambling, but he could see what it was doing to Billy, and he wouldn't stop for anything. Billy was moving faster now, his hand almost a blur on his cock. Dom lurched forward, needing to touch Billy, somewhere, anywhere. He put his hand on the back of Billy's neck and leaned in close. "I want to taste you, Billy, will you let me, let me suck you off, I want you to come in my mouth..."

And that was enough for Billy - he came hard, the toilet paper falling uselessly to the floor as he shot over his hand and onto the back of the toilet in long, shuddering pulses.


Part Six: (for _simbelmyne_)

When Dom quietly backed out of the bathroom, Billy was very, very grateful.

He knew Dom hadn't left. It was Dom's house - why would he leave? And Dom wasn't the type to run, that was more Billy's forte. But Dom was still intuitive enough to know that Billy would like his privacy to quietly freak out.

Not that he did that.

What he did do was tuck himself back into his trousers, wash his hands, wash his face (using with slight distaste Dom's fruity, gritty, all natural mango face wash), dampen a hand towel and swipe off the back of Dom's toilet. Was the least he could do, really.

Dom was waiting in the living room when Billy emerged, sitting on the sofa with his fingers bouncing on his knee. He jumped when he saw Billy, and then stood. "You okay?"

Billy laughed. "Oh, I don't know. I'm thinking so."

Dom seemed to relax marginally. He even grinned, though he still seemed to half expect Billy to be bolting at any moment. "So you wanna... I dunno. Go get something to eat?"

"I guess we did work up an appetite," Billy said with a slightly cocky smirk, lips twitching up at the corners.

Dom rolled his eyes. "Weak, but I'll let that one slide."

"Actually," Billy coughed. "Was a rather good one, I thought. Not weak at all."

"..." Dom froze, then reached over and pushed Billy in the shoulder. "Not what I meant. But," And Billy watched as Dom's face turned slightly redder, though the true wonky Dom grin had made a return.. "'Rather good' is a fucking understatement, man."

~*~

I saw Dom with his cock in his hand, Billy thought, lifting a forkful of crunchy greens to his mouth. I saw Dom's face when he came.

And Dom was sitting right across from him, devouring a salad identical to Billy's, except covered in disgusting things like eggs and almonds and Dom talked me off, Dom watched me come, I wanked in his bathroom, and a muddled orange dressing that smelled wretched.

Not only was Dom sitting across from him eating, but Dom kept looking at him. To be fair, no more than Billy was probably looking at Dom, but it was still disconcerting. It wasn't tension, really, between them - just a fair bit of awkwardness and maybe the urge to see just how far they could push it.

Or maybe it was just Billy wondering that. But he was wondering, and he couldn't stop himself from hardening a little at just the idea of where this could go.


Part Seven: (also for _simbelmyne_, because she had no smut in the first part I wrote her)

Dom wasn't sure when, but at some point, Billy's hand had migrated to his back pocket. To Dom's back pocket. Where it sat nice and snug against his bum.

"So where were you guys last night?" Elijah said, focusing hard on his pool stick and the balls spread on the table.

"Miss me?" Dom said, leaning forward a little. Billy's hand shifted - was that a grope? Did Billy just grope him? Dom felt himself growing a little warm and he shifted back again. A glance to the side, and Billy met his eyes, and they shared what could only be labeled as a moment - only a split second, but definitely a moment. Oh yeah. That was a grope.

Elijah rolled his eyes. "Missed you paying the tab at the bar, maybe."

"Like he's ever done that anyway," Billy said, moving a little closer to Dom under what Dom was sure was a pretense of giving Elijah more room. Billy was almost leaning on Dom now, Billy just slightly behind Dom so that his shoulder and arm (the one attached to the hand that was attached to his bum) pressed so nice and warm against Dom. And when Billy spoke, his breath blew against Dom's neck and after a moment he could feel the pressure of Billy's chin on his shoulder.

How it gave him a hard on, he wasn't sure, but it did. And Billy must have known it, must have seen (must have looked, Dom thought, giddily) so he spread his legs a little more and leaned back into Billy.

When Elijah moved to the other side of the table to take his shot (finally), Billy leaned in and whispered, "Someone's feeling good tonight."

Dom smirked. "I know," He tilted his head to the side just a little, his breath catching when he saw how close Billy was. Their noses brushed and for a moment all Dom could see was green. "'s cause someone's gonna pull tonight."

The hand in his pocket squeezed. "I know I am," Billy said, and leaned forward lightening fast and licked Dom's bottom lip, pointy darting tongue disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared. He moved away, taking the stick from Elijah.

~*~

"You are cruel," Dom gasped, digging his fingers into the cushioned seat.

Billy calmed sipped his beer, ignoring Dom's sweaty flushed face and the desperation in his voice. Bastard, Dom repeated to silently. Total fucking bastard, he was. But, oh God, his hands were doing lovely things to Dom.

Dom couldn't remember exactly how it had gone from flirtatious touches to out and out grabbing, but he wasn't complaining. Billy's hand, first on his thigh, innocent, under the table. Then sliding up, rubbing little circles, making Dom twist and squirm.

And Elijah, such an oblivious little fucker. Chattering on and on about music and wanting Dom's opinion on this band or that and wanting to talk cd's and all the while Billy's hand was creeping up Dom's erection, tracing letters on the denim covered ridge, making Dom want to just fucking explode. Wasn't fair, not fucking fair, and oh God he loved it when Billy rubbed right there, that spot just below the head, the sweet spot, and Billy must have felt his reaction, cause he just kept on, rubbingpushingcircling until Dom knew he was about two seconds away from creaming himself right in front of Elwood and everyone in the room.

And then Billy stopped, and his hand slipped safely back down to Dom's thigh, and Elijah announced it was time for new drinks, leaving them in relative privacy for a few precious seconds.

Dom slumped back against the booth, breathing like he'd run a marathon. He could feel a bead of sweat rolling down his neck. "Can we leave?" He pleaded, staring at Billy.

Billy cocked his head to the side and gave Dom a look of disbelief. "You walking out of here with that?" He nodded down at Dom's lap. Dom followed his gave, and groaned. "Not with me, you aren't. "Feckin' embarrasing, the way you kids can't control yourself."

"You-!" Dom said, sheer frustration. "But you-!" He reached down and pressed his hand between Billy's legs. Billy's entire body shuddered, but Dom proved his point. "You're just as hard as I am." He squeezed his fingers around the lump under Billy's (much looser, and more likely to hide the evidence) trousers. Billy's mouth was agape, and his eyes clenched shut as he rocked his hips up into Dom's grasp.

"You guys okay?" Elijah said, sliding three glasses onto the table.

Billy's eyes flew open. "Sorry, Lijah," He said, only sounding slightly winded. "We have to be going now."

Dom beamed and slid out of the booth.


Part Eight: (glass_moment)

~*~

Billy found it oddly hilarious when Dom asked, "Can I kiss you?"

He pretended to think about it, crossing his arms and leaning against the lamp post. They were waiting on a taxi, faint electronic sounding music leaking through the walls of the club behind them. Then he rolled his eyes, and reached out and playfully slapped Dom on the cheek, grinning. "What do you think, Dominic?"

He saw Dom's eyes squeeze shut briefly, and then pop back open, and Dom sprang forward as if propelled by something, his mouth landing soft but insistent on Billy's, and - oh. Oh. That was Dom, kissing him - that was really Dom, and Dom's mouth, and Dom's tongue... fuck, Dom's long tongue, pressing into his mouth, and... just... oh.

Billy's hands came up to rest on either side of Dom's face, holding him in place while Billy gave back as good as he got. His cock was insistent again, refueled by the slick heat inside Dom's mouth, inspired by the way Dom smelled so close up. He turned them around with little prodding, finding Dom wonderfully receptive, and backed Dom up against the pole. One leg between Dom's thigh and Dom was twisting and grinding so beautifully, so responsive with those little noises and the way his hands kept fluttering down and grasping Billy's arse and then moving back up.

~*~

The taxi ride back to Dom's was absolutely the longest ten minutes Billy had ever been forced to endure. Dom was sitting a safe enough distance away from him, to begin with, but seemed to gravitate closer to Billy with every passing tick of the timer. Billy's eyes were drawn to the ridge of Dom's cock under his jeans, highlighted by the slices of streetlights as they passed underneath them. Dom didn't exactly help with this, sitting with his legs sprawled and his head tilted back, mouth open and still breathing hard.

Billy slid over, and put a hand on Dom's thigh. Dom's entire body tensed. "'s all right," Billy said, and leaned over, mouthing that stretch of Dom's neck, because it was there and he was there and how was he supposed to resist?

"I know," Dom said, his eyes catching Billy's. His smile made Billy shiver all over - so sweet and smug and wanting. There was nothing about Dom hid away at that moment, and Billy felt a queer gratefulness to whatever force had led him to open that trailer door.

Comments

[jira-rd.livejournal.com]

*faint* Good lord. That was hot.

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

I shall consider that a job well done. *grins*

[jira-rd.livejournal.com]

Yes. And your icon is so wicked.

[cincodemaygirl.livejournal.com]

Omg more please!!!

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

Ah, but no one's doing the meme any more - it ran its course!

I'm actually not sure if there'll be any more or not. Maybe. Possibly. I'm indecisive. But thank you! :D

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

That was incredibly hot....there is more isn't there?

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

There miiiiiiiight be. Or might not. Depends on if I get any porny inspiration. Thanks!

[zoniduck.livejournal.com]

Good GOD! Don't stop there! Blue balls can kill, or haven't you heard?

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

DOM GRIN! Love the icon.

Well, I think they got more than their fair share of orgasms already... time to make them wait a bit!

[zoniduck.livejournal.com]

Hee!

[jira-rd.livejournal.com]

XDDD DUDE! LOVE THE ICON. I'm making myself one right now.

[zoniduck.livejournal.com]

I can't take credit for it, alas. It was made by the wonderous and talented green_queen, as was this one.

[jira-rd.livejournal.com]

mm, i know the name well....*envious of her talents*

[loki-girl.livejournal.com]

Nghh...that was the hotest thing I've read in a very VERY long time *fans self*

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

Thanks!! :D

[trollsttroll.livejournal.com]

I'm with everyone else... don't stop there I want more! *fans self*

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

Hee. We'll see. ;)

[elouisa.livejournal.com]

*applause* Stunningly hot stuff. Thank you :D

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

No, thank you!! :D

[loozy.livejournal.com]

That was fucking hot, soo fucking hot...

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

*grin* I'm glad it was a success. It's probably honestly the most porny thing I've ever written. And there's not even any actual sex!

[jira-rd.livejournal.com]

There needs to be sex?

A sure sign of a good writer. Can make the readers horny as hell without writing all out sex.

[pippins-penny.livejournal.com]

Oh HELL YES!


There must be more!!

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

That's still undecided, but we'll see. ;) Glad you liked it!

[feelforfaith.livejournal.com]

That was sooo good! And hot! *grins like crazy*

Loved this part:

==
I saw Dom with his cock in his hand, Billy thought, lifting a forkful of crunchy greens to his mouth. I saw Dom's face when he came.

And Dom was sitting right across from him, devouring a salad identical to Billy's, except covered in disgusting things like eggs and almonds and Dom talked me off, Dom watched me come, I wanked in his bathroom, and a muddled orange dressing that smelled wretched.
==

Awesome fic :D.

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

:D Glad you liked it!!

[glass-moment.livejournal.com]

Oh oh, you did post it! YAY! *twirls you around in circles*

[glass-moment.livejournal.com]

Also, I like....sixth the movement for a sequal. Yus. *gives you puppy dog eyes*

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

*twirls you right back*

[mysteriousaliwz.livejournal.com]

Oh my!

*fans self*

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

*fans you a bit, too* Thanks. ;)

[crsty1961.livejournal.com]

OH HOLY FUCK! werardbtguy,kguhr434wtmzeguykmoperawhha!!!

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

I'll take that as a compliment and blush appropriately. :D

[crsty1961.livejournal.com]

YESSSSsssssssssssssss

[hyacinth-sky747.livejournal.com]

Shit, I'm speechless.

That was a nice, warm buildup there. I like thinking of Billy driving over to Dom's house with his belly all hot and nervous. And Dom pacing around the living room trying to keep calm and bouncing a little on the balls of his feet and talking to himself and looking in the mirror frequently.

That was favorite part, the deciding to act over the phone and then having to follow through.

I liked the part at the pool table too when Dom thinks that Billy must have looked and the part at the end where Dom is grinding so beautifully.

You did a niftly job of portraying all the internal thoughts and emotions. It was very believable and thus very hot. Yum. Thanks.

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

Wow, I wish I were as eloquent as you when speechless! Thank you so much!!

[mystery-ink.livejournal.com]

Hooboy! And let me join the others in asking for a continuation? *G* I think you hit one of my favorite fetishes... that lovely bulge under the jeans and palming it... love it when they do that. *G* And Billy's reaction in the bathroom was hilarious!

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

*grin* Ooh, I love that too. Love reading it and writing it.

[mystery-ink.livejournal.com]

Was re-reading this and realized what was wrong with the very first scene. If Billy was poking his head in to see if Dom was ready, wouldn't he have asked "Are you coming?"?

Which would have been a wildly appropriate question to ask at that time. *L!!!!*

[beizy.livejournal.com]

You write them so gorgeously together. And god, you've got some great phrasing for come, and coming. Hotness. ♥

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

♥

[cordeilla33.livejournal.com]

Hot Damn!!! That was good - no correction...GREAT!!! The song 'Nine in the afternoon' from Panic at the Disco kept running through my mind while I read this.

Thanks for posting this!!