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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy moves to a new neighborhood to pursue his dream of running his own bookstore. Dom is a local resident and befriends him at the pub on his first night.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it is my drug of choice.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: Hi! I'm back again. This is my first attempt at AU fic. Muse kept bugging me until I gave in and wrote it. There are days that I curse my Muse, and this fic was no exception. Beta'd byfrojane. Thanks so much, sweetie.
A/N 2: I'll be posting a new chapter every single day. So, Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow. Enjoy. I'm going to go hide now.
Chapter 1
Waving farewell to the moving van as it pulls away from the curb, Billy closes the front door and turns to survey the small mountain of boxes before him. They’re everywhere, stacked four or five high in some places, just so there is a walking path through the small, dusty space that Billy plans to transform into a book shop.
“Tomorrow,” he decides, not having the strength to start unpacking books at nearly half ten at night. “First thing.”
Pulling the window blinds at the front of the room down to ward off any unwanted attention, he double checks the door to ensure that it’s locked. Trudging up the back stairs to the living quarters on the floor above, Billy pauses in the small living room and exhales heavily. Even more boxes are piled here, but these ones are his personal possessions. Furniture has been shoved against the wall near the kitchen, patiently awaiting assignment in their new space.
Nearly eight years of hard work, planning and sacrificing, and now he’s finally here. Taking a shot at his dream. The money has been spent, the security of his previous job is gone. Now everything he has in the whole world is in this building.
“Fuck,” he sighs. “I need a drink.”
After digging through six cardboard boxes in a futile attempt to find his stash of carefully packed bottles of alcohol, Billy throws up his hands in defeat.
“Pub it is,” he announces, getting to his feet and dusting off his knees.
After ensuring that he has his wallet and the keys to his new enterprise, Billy heads out into the neighborhood in search of a suitable establishment. He’s so caught up in taking in his new surroundings, he fails to see a young man watching him as they pass one another on the sidewalk.
The nakedly predatory gaze goes unnoticed and although the slim, blonde man wishes to watch longer, perhaps even follow, he cannot at this time, as he has business to attend to. Leading the man at his side down a dark, dingy alley and into a somewhat private doorway, he pockets the proffered money before sinking to his knees and opening the man’s trousers.
Submissively, he doesn’t make eye contact with his customer as his fingers wrap around the hard arousal, for his face doesn’t matter. Nobody in this position cares what he looks like, it’s what he can do for them that matters. Closing his soulful blue-grey eyes, he takes the man into his mouth and gets to work. Time is money.
Less than twenty minutes later he is sliding onto a stool next to Billy, requesting a pint from the bartender before turning his attention to the man next to him.
“Just moved in?” he asks conversationally, a light, friendly smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
Swallowing the mouthful of scotch, Billy glances over and grins. “That obvious, is it?”
Words lodge in the young man’s throat as his breath catches and his eyes flash for a moment. An accent. Scottish. Like silk over bare skin. An instant later, he swallows to regain his control and reaches for his pint. “I’ve lived here for a few years. After a while you get to spot the new arrivals. Originally from Scotland, are you?”
“Aye. I’m Billy.”
“Dom.”
“Dom?”
He shrugs noncommittally. “Short for Dominic.”
Nodding, Billy takes Dom’s extended limb and they shake hands briefly.
“Nice to meet you, Dom.”
The next two hours pass in a blur, with several rounds of scotch on Billy’s part, while Dom opts to nurse his beer. When the bar gets crowded, Dom suggests they move to a booth in a back corner, and Billy readily agrees. It’s been a long time since he felt comfortable with someone this quickly and despite his rather enormous level of exhaustion, he doesn’t want the evening to end just yet. Working three jobs for the last five years isn’t exactly conducive to a social or love life, and he’s missed just sitting back and relaxing. The fact that the brash young Brit across from him is rather fetching doesn’t hurt in the least.
It’s nearing one o’clock when Billy finally glances at his watch and realizes how late it is. Work will be waiting for him first thing, and he really should be going. The remaining night hours will likely pass entirely too quickly as it is. Excusing himself, Billy ducks into the loo for some badly needed relief and a stretch to loosen his now aching back muscles. Too many boxes. He’s at the sink in the tiny loo, washing his hands, when someone enters behind him and turns the lock with a loud click, ensuring complete privacy.
Turning around quickly, Billy breathes a quiet sigh of relief when he realizes it’s just Dom. That relief is short lived, however, as an instant later he is shoved against the wall, Dom’s long-fingered hand sliding slowly down his chest.
“What the-”
“Took you long enough to find somewhere private,” Dom murmurs seductively, nibbling on Billy’s earlobe. “I’ve been waiting to do this since you introduced yourself at the bar.”
Blood roars in Billy’s ears and he can’t hold back the loud moan of pleasure when Dom’s hand presses firmly against his rapidly growing erection. It’s been too long since he’s had the intimate touch of another. Far too long.
“Why don’t you let me take care of that for you?” Dom requests hotly, nipping at Billy’s throat. “I know you want me to.”
Not waiting for an answer, Dom deftly opens Billy’s trousers and slides his hand inside the elastic waistband of his boxers, fingers wrapping around the Scotsman’s throbbing cock. Billy’s already too far gone to even attempt to say no.
Bucking his hips into Dom’s hand, one of Billy’s small hands desperately fist a handful of Dom’s faded black t-shirt, the other carding into the chaotic tumble of Dom’s dark blonde hair to hold him close.
Stroking Billy in fast, powerful strokes, Dom bites gently at Billy’s neck, grinning when Billy moans and thrusts his hips hard. Free hand cupping a round cheek, Dom’s fingers knead Billy’s arse in a spine-tingling rhythm, increasing the sensations rushing through Billy’s trim frame. As their bodies writhe together, muttered curses and other words fall breathlessly from Billy’s soft lips, the few coherent ones being Dom’s name and a plea for release.
A gasp of surprise slips past Dom’s lips when Billy’s hand releases his t-shirt, sliding down the back of Dom’s low slung jeans and cupping a firm, naked cheek. When one of Billy’s small fingers slide over his tight entrance in a feathery caress, Dom grinds his erection into Billy’s hip, increasing the speed of his hand as he continues to bring Billy off in spectacular fashion. And then Billy is crying out, his hot, slippery come sliding down over Dom’s knuckles.
“Holy fuck, Dom,” Billy gasps as Dom withdraws his hand and unwinds himself from Billy’s embrace.
“Feel better?” Dom asks with a lopsided smile. “Sounds like it.”
“Dom-”
Stepping back, Dom runs his hands under the taps to scrub them clean with soap and then pushes his hair back into place.
“C’mere,” Billy requests softly after he’s tucked himself back into his trousers. “Let me-”
“Welcome to the neighborhood, Billy.” Unlocking the door, Dom looks over and smiles enigmatically. “Hope to see you around.”
And then he is gone, leaving Billy clutching at the wall and basin for support, his head spinning.
“Fuck,” he pants, staring up at the small square tiles on the ceiling.
It takes several minutes for Billy to pull himself together and finally leave the loo. A quick glance around the crowded room confirms his suspicion that Dom is gone, however, the full weight of what has just happened doesn’t set in until he’s home from the pub, in his bedroom, getting undressed. Public sex with a virtual stranger. Pushing down his damp and sticky boxers, Billy stares at the glistening fluid on his belly, the tangible evidence that it wasn’t a fantasy. It was real. Reaching over into the open suitcase sitting on the mattress, he grabs a towel before disappearing into the loo for a long, hot shower to ease his muscles. The memory of Dom’s hands and teeth on his body stay with him as he surrenders to sleep, sprawled limply on a hastily made bed. To put it mildly, it’s been one Hell of a day.
Just down the street, Dom wishes he could’ve afforded more than one pint, but pushes the thought aside as thick fingers grip his hair, almost painfully. Seconds later he’s on his knees again, a hard cock thrusting into his crooked mouth as he braces his hands against a brick wall and closes his eyes.
* * * * *
The next few days Billy works hard from dawn until dusk, cleaning and unpacking, shaping the book shop into a cozy and inviting, yet organized space. Every night he falls into bed, exhausted, but even then, his thoughts stray to that night in the loo and Dom’s talented hands. Despite that fact, he cannot make himself go back to the pub. He tells himself that he’s got too much work to do, he’s too tired, but in all honesty, part of him is unsure of what to say when he sees Dom again.
Nearly a week has passed when Billy decides to go for a walk, explore the neighborhood on a particularly pleasant, early September evening. Turning a corner, just a few blocks from home, Billy nearly runs into someone and has to grab hold of their shoulders to keep from falling over. When he looks up to apologize, he smiles.
“Dom.”
“Billy from Scotland,” Dom replies with a grin. “Where have you been hiding?”
“Working. Lots to do before I open the shop,” Billy says. “I’m glad I found you. I wanted to talk to you.”
Glancing around, he steps closer and lays a hand on Dom’s bare forearm.
“About the other night-”
“You only get one for free, Billy,” Dom says with a cheeky smile. “Anything more you have to pay for.”
Eyes flashing wide and jaw dropping open with shock, Billy can only stare as he stumbles back. Knowledge and understanding hits him hard, stealing his breath, so much that he presses a hand to his chest.
“Oh shite,” Dom curses when he realizes his mistake. “I’m sorry, I thought that was why you’re here. That you knew. Word travels fast in the neighborhood. It’s not like it’s a secret or anything.”
“So you-” Billy pauses, searching for the right words. “This is your-”
“How I make my living?” Dom asks, casually leaning against the side of the building. “Yes.”
“Oh.” A long pause. “I see.”
Seeing Billy’s obvious discomfort and sensing the awkwardness, Dom pushes away from the wall, his back ram rod straight, eyes cool. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ll get out of your way.”
“So, how does it work?” Billy asks softly, reaching out, fingers brushing over Dom’s arm as the younger man starts to walk away and into the night. “I mean-”
“You tell me what you want, I tell you how much,” Dom replies, meeting Billy’s gaze and holding it.
“Can we talk about this somewhere less, uh, public?” Billy requests, fingers lingering on Dom’s arm. “Please?”
“I live right there,” Dom says, jerking his chin in the direction of an older, somewhat run-down and dingy building just down the street. “You can come up if you want.”
“Okay.”
Silently, Billy follows Dom up two flights of stairs to his tiny, one bedroom flat, asking himself just what the Hell he is doing. Is he really seriously considering paying for sex? Looking down, he’s reminded of what Dom’s proximity does to him. There is a rather prominent bulge in his trousers now that wasn’t there five minutes ago. Apparently his body has made up its mind and Billy can’t make himself turn and walk away. He finds himself watching the long line of Dom’s slender body as he moves up the staircase, the almost lazy, sensual swing of his hips. To the best of his knowledge, Dom doesn’t seem to notice Billy’s eyes on him, or perhaps he just doesn’t care. Not a word is spoken until Dom has ushered Billy inside his flat and locked the door behind them.
Not sure how to proceed, Billy doesn’t move from his position in the entryway, stomach twisting into knots, heart pounding against the wall of his chest.
“So-”
Pointing to the couch by the window, Dom nods. “Sit down.”
“Um-”
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Dom asks, eyes sympathetic.
“No,” Billy replies with a nervous smile.
“It’s okay,” Dom says reassuringly. “I’ll walk you through it.”
Both men cross the room to a sagging and threadbare couch that has clearly seen better days, Billy sitting as far away from Dom as possible. Desperate to focus on something else, Billy looks around the room, taking in his surroundings. The beige paint on the walls is faded and peeling in spots, the light brown carpet needs replacing badly, and because of the few pieces of furniture, the room seems rather empty and a touch cold. There are two end tables, one at each end of the couch, and the one to his left has a lamp with a cracked base. Besides the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling in the kitchen, the table lamp is the only source of light in the room.
“So what do you do?” Billy asks bluntly, unable to stand the silence any longer.
“I only have two rules. Protection during penetration and no kissing,” Dom says matter of factly. “Everything else is open for discussion.”
“Is there something you’d recommend?”
Dom can’t help but smile at the way Billy phrases it, like he’s asking a waiter to suggest an overpriced entrée in a swanky restaurant.
“Well,” he says after considering it for a few moments. “Did you like my hand on you?”
“Yeah,” Billy breathes, eyes darkening at the memory. “I did.”
“Would you like that again, or maybe you’d like to try my mouth,” Dom says, running his tongue over his pouty lower lip and making it glisten.
Reaching into his back pocket, Billy withdraws his wallet and opens the leather fold. Eyes filled with question, he meets Dom’s patient gaze. “How much?” he asks, swallowing hard. “For your mouth?”
Leaning over, Dom peeks inside the billfold and slowly extends his hand. Fingers grasping the correct bills, he tugs them up an inch and then releases.
“That much.”
Surprised, Billy’s eyes move from Dom’s face to his wallet and then back again, twice, before he speaks.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it,” Dom confirms. “Payable in advance.”
Decision made, Billy pulls the bills out before closing his wallet and pushing in back into his hip pocket.
“Is now a good time?” he asks, laying the money on the couch cushion between them.
“Now works for me,” Dom replies softly.
After tucking the bills into the front pocket of his low slung jeans, Dom moves off the couch and sinks to his knees between Billy’s feet.
“Lean back,” he instructs gently. “Get comfortable.”
Wordlessly, Billy watches as Dom tugs his hips closer to him and the edge of the couch, swiftly unbuckling his belt and opening his trousers.
“Lift up.”
A moment later Billy is bare from waist to ankles, his thick cock already hard and aching. Suddenly embarrassed about being naked and aroused, Billy blushes and starts to cover himself, but the sensation of Dom’s hands on his stomach stops him.
Almost petting Billy’s firm belly, Dom slowly opens the buttons of Billy’s light blue shirt and peels it back, fingertips teasing his sensitive nipples into hard peaks. When Billy gasps and thrusts his hips desperately, Dom dips his head and gently takes Billy into his hot, wet mouth.
Talented tongue swirling over the sensitive head and then into the slit, Dom feels the salty, yet not unpleasant flavor of Billy flow over his taste buds. Feeling Billy’s small fingers weave into his blonde hair to hold him close, Dom sucks the head of Billy’s cock into his mouth again, humming in response to the groan he hears tumble from Billy’s bow shaped lips. Then, without warning, Dom takes Billy’s entire length into his mouth, deep into his throat, wrapping his lips snugly around Billy and sucking hard.
“Oh fuck,” Billy pants, hips rocking as Dom enthusiastically sucks his cock from base to sensitive, weeping tip. “Dom-”
Helpless to even try to control himself, Billy continues to thrust up wildly, eyes widening when one of Dom’s hands slide down the center of his back. Stroking and massaging the base of Billy’s spine, Dom moves his other hand lower until his fingers are teasing at Billy’s tight entrance. Slowly but surely, Dom works a saliva-slicked pinky finger inside, finding the sweet spot, causing Billy to buck and curse profusely.
Head bobbing and mouth sucking in a seductive rhythm, Dom continues relentlessly, the sound of Billy’s cries driving him on as he spirals out of control. When Billy suddenly stiffens and the salty liquid flows over the back on his tongue, Dom swallows greedily, lapping at Billy’s softening cock until every last drop is gone. Only then does he look up into Billy’s relaxed, intensely satisfied face.
“Well?” he asks.
“Thank you,” Billy replies breathlessly, sprawled limply against the back of the couch, his head lolled to one side.
“I’ll get you a towel,” Dom says as he pulls back and gets to his feet.
Within a few minutes, Billy is back on the sidewalk, Dom at his side. Night has fallen and the sky is full of twinkling stars.
“So, see you around?” Dom asks casually.
“Yeah,” Billy replies, ducking his head for a moment. “How do I find you? I mean, is there a procedure?”
“I’m usually at the pub, here at my place or at that corner,” Dom says, pointing down the street.
“Time of day?”
“Uh, I usually work pretty late at night, so I sleep in,” Dom tells him. “Other than that, I’m available.”
“Okay.”
“Have a good night.”
“You too,” Billy replies, his breath catching as he watches Dom cross the street and settle into what looks to be a very familiar position, leaning against the building and waiting for his next customer.
Billy walks home in a daze, not quite sure what he’s gotten himself into. All he does know, is that he’ll be seeing Dom again.
Soon.
* * * * *
Chapter 2
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy moves to a new neighborhood to pursue his dream of running his own bookstore. Dom is a local resident and befriends him at the pub on his first night.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it is my drug of choice.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: Hi! I'm back again. This is my first attempt at AU fic. Muse kept bugging me until I gave in and wrote it. There are days that I curse my Muse, and this fic was no exception. Beta'd by
frojane. Thanks so much, sweetie. A/N 2: I'll be posting a new chapter every single day. So, Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow. Enjoy. I'm going to go hide now.
Chapter 1
Waving farewell to the moving van as it pulls away from the curb, Billy closes the front door and turns to survey the small mountain of boxes before him. They’re everywhere, stacked four or five high in some places, just so there is a walking path through the small, dusty space that Billy plans to transform into a book shop.
“Tomorrow,” he decides, not having the strength to start unpacking books at nearly half ten at night. “First thing.”
Pulling the window blinds at the front of the room down to ward off any unwanted attention, he double checks the door to ensure that it’s locked. Trudging up the back stairs to the living quarters on the floor above, Billy pauses in the small living room and exhales heavily. Even more boxes are piled here, but these ones are his personal possessions. Furniture has been shoved against the wall near the kitchen, patiently awaiting assignment in their new space.
Nearly eight years of hard work, planning and sacrificing, and now he’s finally here. Taking a shot at his dream. The money has been spent, the security of his previous job is gone. Now everything he has in the whole world is in this building.
“Fuck,” he sighs. “I need a drink.”
After digging through six cardboard boxes in a futile attempt to find his stash of carefully packed bottles of alcohol, Billy throws up his hands in defeat.
“Pub it is,” he announces, getting to his feet and dusting off his knees.
After ensuring that he has his wallet and the keys to his new enterprise, Billy heads out into the neighborhood in search of a suitable establishment. He’s so caught up in taking in his new surroundings, he fails to see a young man watching him as they pass one another on the sidewalk.
The nakedly predatory gaze goes unnoticed and although the slim, blonde man wishes to watch longer, perhaps even follow, he cannot at this time, as he has business to attend to. Leading the man at his side down a dark, dingy alley and into a somewhat private doorway, he pockets the proffered money before sinking to his knees and opening the man’s trousers.
Submissively, he doesn’t make eye contact with his customer as his fingers wrap around the hard arousal, for his face doesn’t matter. Nobody in this position cares what he looks like, it’s what he can do for them that matters. Closing his soulful blue-grey eyes, he takes the man into his mouth and gets to work. Time is money.
Less than twenty minutes later he is sliding onto a stool next to Billy, requesting a pint from the bartender before turning his attention to the man next to him.
“Just moved in?” he asks conversationally, a light, friendly smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
Swallowing the mouthful of scotch, Billy glances over and grins. “That obvious, is it?”
Words lodge in the young man’s throat as his breath catches and his eyes flash for a moment. An accent. Scottish. Like silk over bare skin. An instant later, he swallows to regain his control and reaches for his pint. “I’ve lived here for a few years. After a while you get to spot the new arrivals. Originally from Scotland, are you?”
“Aye. I’m Billy.”
“Dom.”
“Dom?”
He shrugs noncommittally. “Short for Dominic.”
Nodding, Billy takes Dom’s extended limb and they shake hands briefly.
“Nice to meet you, Dom.”
The next two hours pass in a blur, with several rounds of scotch on Billy’s part, while Dom opts to nurse his beer. When the bar gets crowded, Dom suggests they move to a booth in a back corner, and Billy readily agrees. It’s been a long time since he felt comfortable with someone this quickly and despite his rather enormous level of exhaustion, he doesn’t want the evening to end just yet. Working three jobs for the last five years isn’t exactly conducive to a social or love life, and he’s missed just sitting back and relaxing. The fact that the brash young Brit across from him is rather fetching doesn’t hurt in the least.
It’s nearing one o’clock when Billy finally glances at his watch and realizes how late it is. Work will be waiting for him first thing, and he really should be going. The remaining night hours will likely pass entirely too quickly as it is. Excusing himself, Billy ducks into the loo for some badly needed relief and a stretch to loosen his now aching back muscles. Too many boxes. He’s at the sink in the tiny loo, washing his hands, when someone enters behind him and turns the lock with a loud click, ensuring complete privacy.
Turning around quickly, Billy breathes a quiet sigh of relief when he realizes it’s just Dom. That relief is short lived, however, as an instant later he is shoved against the wall, Dom’s long-fingered hand sliding slowly down his chest.
“What the-”
“Took you long enough to find somewhere private,” Dom murmurs seductively, nibbling on Billy’s earlobe. “I’ve been waiting to do this since you introduced yourself at the bar.”
Blood roars in Billy’s ears and he can’t hold back the loud moan of pleasure when Dom’s hand presses firmly against his rapidly growing erection. It’s been too long since he’s had the intimate touch of another. Far too long.
“Why don’t you let me take care of that for you?” Dom requests hotly, nipping at Billy’s throat. “I know you want me to.”
Not waiting for an answer, Dom deftly opens Billy’s trousers and slides his hand inside the elastic waistband of his boxers, fingers wrapping around the Scotsman’s throbbing cock. Billy’s already too far gone to even attempt to say no.
Bucking his hips into Dom’s hand, one of Billy’s small hands desperately fist a handful of Dom’s faded black t-shirt, the other carding into the chaotic tumble of Dom’s dark blonde hair to hold him close.
Stroking Billy in fast, powerful strokes, Dom bites gently at Billy’s neck, grinning when Billy moans and thrusts his hips hard. Free hand cupping a round cheek, Dom’s fingers knead Billy’s arse in a spine-tingling rhythm, increasing the sensations rushing through Billy’s trim frame. As their bodies writhe together, muttered curses and other words fall breathlessly from Billy’s soft lips, the few coherent ones being Dom’s name and a plea for release.
A gasp of surprise slips past Dom’s lips when Billy’s hand releases his t-shirt, sliding down the back of Dom’s low slung jeans and cupping a firm, naked cheek. When one of Billy’s small fingers slide over his tight entrance in a feathery caress, Dom grinds his erection into Billy’s hip, increasing the speed of his hand as he continues to bring Billy off in spectacular fashion. And then Billy is crying out, his hot, slippery come sliding down over Dom’s knuckles.
“Holy fuck, Dom,” Billy gasps as Dom withdraws his hand and unwinds himself from Billy’s embrace.
“Feel better?” Dom asks with a lopsided smile. “Sounds like it.”
“Dom-”
Stepping back, Dom runs his hands under the taps to scrub them clean with soap and then pushes his hair back into place.
“C’mere,” Billy requests softly after he’s tucked himself back into his trousers. “Let me-”
“Welcome to the neighborhood, Billy.” Unlocking the door, Dom looks over and smiles enigmatically. “Hope to see you around.”
And then he is gone, leaving Billy clutching at the wall and basin for support, his head spinning.
“Fuck,” he pants, staring up at the small square tiles on the ceiling.
It takes several minutes for Billy to pull himself together and finally leave the loo. A quick glance around the crowded room confirms his suspicion that Dom is gone, however, the full weight of what has just happened doesn’t set in until he’s home from the pub, in his bedroom, getting undressed. Public sex with a virtual stranger. Pushing down his damp and sticky boxers, Billy stares at the glistening fluid on his belly, the tangible evidence that it wasn’t a fantasy. It was real. Reaching over into the open suitcase sitting on the mattress, he grabs a towel before disappearing into the loo for a long, hot shower to ease his muscles. The memory of Dom’s hands and teeth on his body stay with him as he surrenders to sleep, sprawled limply on a hastily made bed. To put it mildly, it’s been one Hell of a day.
Just down the street, Dom wishes he could’ve afforded more than one pint, but pushes the thought aside as thick fingers grip his hair, almost painfully. Seconds later he’s on his knees again, a hard cock thrusting into his crooked mouth as he braces his hands against a brick wall and closes his eyes.
The next few days Billy works hard from dawn until dusk, cleaning and unpacking, shaping the book shop into a cozy and inviting, yet organized space. Every night he falls into bed, exhausted, but even then, his thoughts stray to that night in the loo and Dom’s talented hands. Despite that fact, he cannot make himself go back to the pub. He tells himself that he’s got too much work to do, he’s too tired, but in all honesty, part of him is unsure of what to say when he sees Dom again.
Nearly a week has passed when Billy decides to go for a walk, explore the neighborhood on a particularly pleasant, early September evening. Turning a corner, just a few blocks from home, Billy nearly runs into someone and has to grab hold of their shoulders to keep from falling over. When he looks up to apologize, he smiles.
“Dom.”
“Billy from Scotland,” Dom replies with a grin. “Where have you been hiding?”
“Working. Lots to do before I open the shop,” Billy says. “I’m glad I found you. I wanted to talk to you.”
Glancing around, he steps closer and lays a hand on Dom’s bare forearm.
“About the other night-”
“You only get one for free, Billy,” Dom says with a cheeky smile. “Anything more you have to pay for.”
Eyes flashing wide and jaw dropping open with shock, Billy can only stare as he stumbles back. Knowledge and understanding hits him hard, stealing his breath, so much that he presses a hand to his chest.
“Oh shite,” Dom curses when he realizes his mistake. “I’m sorry, I thought that was why you’re here. That you knew. Word travels fast in the neighborhood. It’s not like it’s a secret or anything.”
“So you-” Billy pauses, searching for the right words. “This is your-”
“How I make my living?” Dom asks, casually leaning against the side of the building. “Yes.”
“Oh.” A long pause. “I see.”
Seeing Billy’s obvious discomfort and sensing the awkwardness, Dom pushes away from the wall, his back ram rod straight, eyes cool. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ll get out of your way.”
“So, how does it work?” Billy asks softly, reaching out, fingers brushing over Dom’s arm as the younger man starts to walk away and into the night. “I mean-”
“You tell me what you want, I tell you how much,” Dom replies, meeting Billy’s gaze and holding it.
“Can we talk about this somewhere less, uh, public?” Billy requests, fingers lingering on Dom’s arm. “Please?”
“I live right there,” Dom says, jerking his chin in the direction of an older, somewhat run-down and dingy building just down the street. “You can come up if you want.”
“Okay.”
Silently, Billy follows Dom up two flights of stairs to his tiny, one bedroom flat, asking himself just what the Hell he is doing. Is he really seriously considering paying for sex? Looking down, he’s reminded of what Dom’s proximity does to him. There is a rather prominent bulge in his trousers now that wasn’t there five minutes ago. Apparently his body has made up its mind and Billy can’t make himself turn and walk away. He finds himself watching the long line of Dom’s slender body as he moves up the staircase, the almost lazy, sensual swing of his hips. To the best of his knowledge, Dom doesn’t seem to notice Billy’s eyes on him, or perhaps he just doesn’t care. Not a word is spoken until Dom has ushered Billy inside his flat and locked the door behind them.
Not sure how to proceed, Billy doesn’t move from his position in the entryway, stomach twisting into knots, heart pounding against the wall of his chest.
“So-”
Pointing to the couch by the window, Dom nods. “Sit down.”
“Um-”
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Dom asks, eyes sympathetic.
“No,” Billy replies with a nervous smile.
“It’s okay,” Dom says reassuringly. “I’ll walk you through it.”
Both men cross the room to a sagging and threadbare couch that has clearly seen better days, Billy sitting as far away from Dom as possible. Desperate to focus on something else, Billy looks around the room, taking in his surroundings. The beige paint on the walls is faded and peeling in spots, the light brown carpet needs replacing badly, and because of the few pieces of furniture, the room seems rather empty and a touch cold. There are two end tables, one at each end of the couch, and the one to his left has a lamp with a cracked base. Besides the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling in the kitchen, the table lamp is the only source of light in the room.
“So what do you do?” Billy asks bluntly, unable to stand the silence any longer.
“I only have two rules. Protection during penetration and no kissing,” Dom says matter of factly. “Everything else is open for discussion.”
“Is there something you’d recommend?”
Dom can’t help but smile at the way Billy phrases it, like he’s asking a waiter to suggest an overpriced entrée in a swanky restaurant.
“Well,” he says after considering it for a few moments. “Did you like my hand on you?”
“Yeah,” Billy breathes, eyes darkening at the memory. “I did.”
“Would you like that again, or maybe you’d like to try my mouth,” Dom says, running his tongue over his pouty lower lip and making it glisten.
Reaching into his back pocket, Billy withdraws his wallet and opens the leather fold. Eyes filled with question, he meets Dom’s patient gaze. “How much?” he asks, swallowing hard. “For your mouth?”
Leaning over, Dom peeks inside the billfold and slowly extends his hand. Fingers grasping the correct bills, he tugs them up an inch and then releases.
“That much.”
Surprised, Billy’s eyes move from Dom’s face to his wallet and then back again, twice, before he speaks.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it,” Dom confirms. “Payable in advance.”
Decision made, Billy pulls the bills out before closing his wallet and pushing in back into his hip pocket.
“Is now a good time?” he asks, laying the money on the couch cushion between them.
“Now works for me,” Dom replies softly.
After tucking the bills into the front pocket of his low slung jeans, Dom moves off the couch and sinks to his knees between Billy’s feet.
“Lean back,” he instructs gently. “Get comfortable.”
Wordlessly, Billy watches as Dom tugs his hips closer to him and the edge of the couch, swiftly unbuckling his belt and opening his trousers.
“Lift up.”
A moment later Billy is bare from waist to ankles, his thick cock already hard and aching. Suddenly embarrassed about being naked and aroused, Billy blushes and starts to cover himself, but the sensation of Dom’s hands on his stomach stops him.
Almost petting Billy’s firm belly, Dom slowly opens the buttons of Billy’s light blue shirt and peels it back, fingertips teasing his sensitive nipples into hard peaks. When Billy gasps and thrusts his hips desperately, Dom dips his head and gently takes Billy into his hot, wet mouth.
Talented tongue swirling over the sensitive head and then into the slit, Dom feels the salty, yet not unpleasant flavor of Billy flow over his taste buds. Feeling Billy’s small fingers weave into his blonde hair to hold him close, Dom sucks the head of Billy’s cock into his mouth again, humming in response to the groan he hears tumble from Billy’s bow shaped lips. Then, without warning, Dom takes Billy’s entire length into his mouth, deep into his throat, wrapping his lips snugly around Billy and sucking hard.
“Oh fuck,” Billy pants, hips rocking as Dom enthusiastically sucks his cock from base to sensitive, weeping tip. “Dom-”
Helpless to even try to control himself, Billy continues to thrust up wildly, eyes widening when one of Dom’s hands slide down the center of his back. Stroking and massaging the base of Billy’s spine, Dom moves his other hand lower until his fingers are teasing at Billy’s tight entrance. Slowly but surely, Dom works a saliva-slicked pinky finger inside, finding the sweet spot, causing Billy to buck and curse profusely.
Head bobbing and mouth sucking in a seductive rhythm, Dom continues relentlessly, the sound of Billy’s cries driving him on as he spirals out of control. When Billy suddenly stiffens and the salty liquid flows over the back on his tongue, Dom swallows greedily, lapping at Billy’s softening cock until every last drop is gone. Only then does he look up into Billy’s relaxed, intensely satisfied face.
“Well?” he asks.
“Thank you,” Billy replies breathlessly, sprawled limply against the back of the couch, his head lolled to one side.
“I’ll get you a towel,” Dom says as he pulls back and gets to his feet.
Within a few minutes, Billy is back on the sidewalk, Dom at his side. Night has fallen and the sky is full of twinkling stars.
“So, see you around?” Dom asks casually.
“Yeah,” Billy replies, ducking his head for a moment. “How do I find you? I mean, is there a procedure?”
“I’m usually at the pub, here at my place or at that corner,” Dom says, pointing down the street.
“Time of day?”
“Uh, I usually work pretty late at night, so I sleep in,” Dom tells him. “Other than that, I’m available.”
“Okay.”
“Have a good night.”
“You too,” Billy replies, his breath catching as he watches Dom cross the street and settle into what looks to be a very familiar position, leaning against the building and waiting for his next customer.
Billy walks home in a daze, not quite sure what he’s gotten himself into. All he does know, is that he’ll be seeing Dom again.
Soon.
Chapter 2
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Also, I ♥ your icon.
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Thanks very much. :)
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i'm looking forward to tomorrow :)
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"The nakedly predatory gaze goes unnoticed and although the slim, blonde man wishes to watch longer, perhaps even follow, he cannot at this time, as he has business to attend to. Leading the man at his side down a dark, dingy alley and into a somewhat private doorway, he pockets the proffered money before sinking to his knees and opening the man’s trousers."
I had to read that a few times before it sank in. Very nice! I can't wait to see where this goes.
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Thanks so much.
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Look forward to your future comments.
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You're so cute.
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I can't wait to read more.
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Looking forward to more.
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And that sounded not nice at all, didn't it, honey? But this story doesn't want to be 'nice' either. No key sentences here this time ('though I'm following the small 'looks' trail in this chapter, yeah). Just one word: Strong. I'm getting a faint inkling why this story required so much of your strength and I brace myself because, naturally, I want to know what's next! And I trust you.
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Thanks so much. I'm anxious to post more.
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*fans self*
Your characterizations are excellent - I could see them in their actions, your descriptions, the way they react to each other. Whew.
And 18 more parts! With 1 a day! Squeeee!!!!
But... *looks at the title again*... you're going to hurt us, aren't you? *trembling mouth* *readies self for the angst*
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Looking forward to more comments. :)