monaboyd | Mistake Number Three

Title: Mistake Number Three - 2/19
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy continues to visit Dom, and their unusual friendship begins to grow, in a variety of areas.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it is my drug of choice.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: Beta'd by

frojane. Thanks so much, sweetie. Seriously.
A/N 2: Um, wow. I honestly never expected this kind of reaction. Thank you all so much who have commented so far. I am at a loss for words. Enjoy. I’ll be posting Chapter 3 tomorrow, as promised.
Previous Part: Chapter1

Chapter 2

In the weeks that follow, Billy’s visits to Dom continue, once a week at first, then increasing to twice, sometimes three times a week. With each encounter, Billy gets a wee bit braver, experimenting a little, to find out what he likes when they are together. What surprises Dom most is how polite and respectful Billy is, his touch gentle, even when caught up in the moment, his body overcome with need.

However, there is a wall they haven’t penetrated yet, so to speak, as they haven’t progressed beyond hand and blow jobs. And then one evening, after a particularly difficult day, Billy finds himself at Dom’s door without even realizing that he was thinking about going to see Dom. It takes him nearly five minutes to work up the nerve to knock, but in the end, like all the other times, he can’t make himself walk away.

When Dom opens the door, he tips his head to one side and smiles.

“Hey Billy. I wasn’t ex-”

“Are you alone?” Billy interrupts, his voice lower than usual.

“Yeah.”

“Can I come in?”

Stepping back, Dom beckons Billy in. “Of course.”

Dom barely has the door shut again when he’s spun around and pushed up against it, Billy’s body pressed against him from shoulders to knees. Hand sliding down the front of Dom’s low slung blue jeans, Billy’s small hand wraps around Dom firmly and intimately.

“I want to see you,” he moans, breath hot against Dom’s clean shaven cheek. “Feel you against me.”

Tearing open Dom’s well worn and faded blue jeans, Billy shoves the denim down until it drops to his ankles and brings their hips together before yanking Dom’s green t-shirt up and over his head. Eyes dark with arousal, Billy’s fingers trail down Dom’s bare chest, pausing to trace the lines of his ribs.

“Okay,” Dom replies hoarsely, eyes wide, hands flying to open Billy’s trousers as quickly as possible. He’s never seen Billy this way before, eyes hungry and desperate, filled with carnal need.

Bodies writhing and thrusting wildly, Billy groans as Dom finally pushes down the offending material and frees his already throbbing cock from it’s confines. Billy’s hands rip open his own button down shirt, rolling his hips helplessly as Dom wraps Billy’s cock in his tight, long-fingered fist.

Trapping Dom’s lean, naked body against the door, Billy thrusts long and hard, moaning loudly with pleasure as Dom strokes him off with one hand, his other arm wrapped around Billy’s bare waist.

Grinding and pushing into one another, it doesn’t take but a couple of minutes for Billy to come, his slippery, glittering release coating Dom’s flat belly as his chest heaves, panting for breath.

Dom tightens his hold on Billy’s waist when he sags limply against him, and then they are slowly sliding down to the floor together, Billy’s knees pressed between Dom’s bare thighs, spreading them wide.

“Bad day?” Dom asks softly, stroking Billy’s sweaty back under his shirt as the older man struggles to regain his control.

“Fuck yeah,” Billy replies, voice muffled against Dom’s neck.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Well then, can we talk about something else?” Dom requests as Billy finally pushes himself up to sit back on his heels, breaking their intimate contact.

Realization dawns and Billy suddenly fumbles for his wallet. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry, Dom.”

“Billy, stop,” Dom says, laying a hand over Billy’s to still them as he opens his leather billfold. “I’m not worried about that. I know you’ll pay me.”

“Then what do you want to talk about?”

Unable to suppress a smile, Dom gestures to their position, sprawled on the floor, clothing shoved aside. “I think it’s time we talked about maybe moving on to something else. Something more.”

“You mean-”

Unable to say the words, Billy trails off and looks away, a fierce blush coloring his already heated cheeks.

“Sex? Yes.”

“I don’t-”

“I was going to bring it up for discussion last time, but this pretty much convinces me,” Dom continues, his voice soft and understanding. “I think you need more than just a quick pull, Billy.”

“So, next time?” Billy asks, looking up to meet Dom’s gaze.

“If you want,” Dom replies. “It is up to you. I’ll do whatever you-”

“How much?” Billy asks, interrupting Dom and once again opening his wallet to Dom, just like he did their first time.

Silently, Dom reaches in and tugs up the required bills an inch before releasing.

“That much.”

“I thought it would be more,” Billy says, genuinely surprised.

“No. That’s it,” Dom confirms. “And like I said before, protection during penetration. I have condoms and lube.”

“So, next time?” Billy repeats, eyes locking with Dom’s.

“Okay.”

* * * * *

Next time turns out to be nearly a week later, when Billy walks into the pub and slides onto a bar stool next to Dom, their shoulders brushing lightly.

“Hey.”

“Billy. How’s life at the book shop?” Dom asks casually before taking a sip from his frothy pint of his beer.

“Busy,” Billy replies, grateful that they can talk about something benign, and avoid the elephant in the room for a few more seconds. “I’ve actually hired someone to help me out part time.”

“That’s fantastic, Billy.” Smiling gently, Dom lifts his glass to Billy. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

An awkward silence falls over them, thankfully broken when the bartender sets a glass of scotch down in front of Billy, evidently very familiar with Billy’s face at the pub.

“So you’ve been here a lot lately,” Dom comments dryly.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Billy, it’s okay. If you’ve changed your mind, I mean,” Dom says in a low voice. “We can just-”

“No,” Billy interrupts, a touch too loud, causing his cheeks to flush. “I haven’t changed my mind,” he says, quieter this time.

“Okay then.”

“Does tonight work for you?”

“Yeah. Just say when.”

“How about now?” Billy asks, and Dom can’t help but wonder if it’s hope that he hears in Billy’s tone.

“I’ll go to the loo and then head home. Finish your drink, wait a few minutes and then come on over,” Dom instructs quietly, staring intently into his pint and pointedly not looking at Billy.

“Why can’t I just come with you now?”

“Sometimes the police do a sweep,” Dom explains before taking another sip of his beer. “I wouldn’t want you to get arrested.”

“Oh. Right.”

For the first time in a couple of weeks, it occurs to Billy that what they are doing is illegal. It’s wrong in the eyes of the law.

Draining his glass, Dom slips briefly into the loo and then leaves, saying goodbye to the bartender and waving casually at Billy.

As directed, Billy finishes his scotch and even orders another to help soothe his nerves. The thought of Dom waiting for him causes heat to pool, low in his belly, and the second drink is swallowed in one shot, searing a path down his throat. Fishing some bills out of his wallet and dropping them next to his empty glass, Billy nods at the bartender and disappears into the night.

Billy’s knuckles have barely brushed the surface of the front door to Dom’s tiny flat when it soundlessly swings open.

“Hey,” Dom says with an soft, inviting smile. “C’mon in.”

Unable to speak, Billy follows Dom across the sparsely decorated living room and tentatively enters Dom’s tiny bedroom for the very first time. He’s not surprised to discover that like the living room, there is little in the way of furniture or personal mementos. Billy’s not sure if that’s on purpose because Dom brings customers to his flat, or if he just doesn’t have any.

A slightly sagging double bed is in the center of the room, the dark brown coverlet folded back neatly to reveal clean beige sheets, and two, rather flat, pillows rest against the wood slat headboard. There is a small, badly scarred nightstand to the left of the bed with a lamp, a short chest of drawers near the curtained window, and a wooden folding chair next to the nightstand. The sparseness of the room makes Billy a bit sad.

The low, warm light from the lamp throws long shadows across the room, softening the harsh reality of Dom’s lifestyle because of his profession. Closing the bedroom door behind him with a quiet click, Dom walks over to where Billy is standing.

“Lights on or off?” he asks quietly. “I get some light from the street lamp if you’d prefer something darker.”

“This is fine.”

“It’s okay, Billy. We don’t have to hurry. There’s no rush.”

Coming back to himself, Billy digs into his hip pocket and produces his wallet.

“Where do you want-”

“You can leave it on the nightstand,” Dom tells him. “There are condoms in the top drawer.”

Nodding, Billy places the money on the small table and retrieves a foil wrapped packet, clutching it in his fist. By the time he turns around, Dom has kicked off his scuffed trainers and is pulling his t-shirt over his head. A moment later, his low slung jeans drop to the floor, and he is naked before Billy.

A thought lodges in Billy’s mind as his gaze slides over Dom’s bare form. He seems thinner than he was, even a week ago. Odd.

Unembarrassed by his lack of clothing, especially since Billy has seen him this way over a dozen times now, Dom closes the distance between them and lays a hand on Billy’s arm.

“Breathe. Just relax.”

Cheeks flushing, Billy ducks his head for a moment. “I’m sorry. It’s just been a while, you know, this way.”

“It’s okay, Billy,” Dom soothes. “It’s just me. You know me.”

After Billy nods his head in consent, Dom quietly unbuttons his long-sleeved dark green shirt, sliding it off Billy’s pale shoulders and tossing it over to the chair. Then Dom is sinking slowly to his knees, removing Billy’s shoes and socks before unbuckling his trousers, stripping away his remaining clothing. Long, elegant fingers slide up Billy’s bare thighs, caressing his arousal until it’s hard and leaking. The movements are not hurried, but patient and designed for maximum pleasure.

“Stand up,” Billy says quietly, a touch breathless.

Rising to his feet, Dom takes the condom wrapper out of Billy’s hand and sheathes Billy’s cock in the slicked latex with practiced ease. Reaching into the night stand, Dom produces a tube of lubricant and starts to coat two fingers with the slippery gel.

“Just give me a minute,” Dom says. “It won’t take long.”

“Can I-” Billy asks, reaching hesitantly for the tube.

Dom can’t hold back the look of surprise in his soft, blue-grey eyes at Billy’s words. Nobody has ever requested such a thing before. Usually they’re in too much of a hurry to get on with it. On one memorable occasion, nearly a year ago now, he was denied both lube and a moment to stretch himself. The painful results of that encounter still linger in Dom’s mind.

“Please?”

Wordlessly, Dom nods and presses the tube into Billy’s hand.

“On the bed,” Billy directs, his eyes dark.

Kneeling on the mattress, Dom balances his weight on his elbows and looks over his shoulder, wanting to be ready in case there’s something else that Billy wants or needs. He’s not mentally prepared for the gentle press of Billy’s small, slicked fingers at his tight entrance, carefully, almost tenderly stretching him, nor the concern in Billy’s voice when their bodies finally slide together.

“Are you alright?” Billy asks, freezing at the sound of Dom’s sharp intake of breath.

“I’m fine. Go ahead.”

Slowly and gently they begin to move in tandem, thrusts growing in speed and intensity as the friction increases the heat between their aroused bodies. It unnerves Dom how careful Billy is with him, never bruising Dom’s hips in his strong grip, or ramming himself too hard into Dom’s arse. All too often, these encounters leave Dom sore and aching, but there’s something comforting in knowing and expecting that kind of treatment. It’s easier to stay detached and not embrace the intimacy of the act.

Dom can tell that Billy is nearing climax when he is dealt yet another shock, Billy’s small hand moving from Dom’s hip to wrap snugly around his hard cock. He’s so used to being ignored or neglected in this position that Dom finds himself crying out hoarsely at the sensation and coming in a matter of seconds, his release pulsing onto the sheets beneath him. Fortunately, it’s just as Billy lets go and collapses over him, driving their bodies down and into the mattress.

Hot, sweat slicked skin pressed tightly together, Dom can feel Billy’s moist breath against his narrow back, and the rapid pounding of his heart. Several moments pass in silence before Billy comes back to himself and carefully withdraws, rolling onto his back on the mattress beside Dom.

“Sorry,” he pants, chest still heaving, body damp with sweat.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dom replies. “You’re not heavy.”

“Okay.”

“So, better?” Dom asks with a soft smile.

“Yeah,” Billy sighs as he looks over at Dom. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem. I’ll get you a towel.” Rolling off the bed, Dom quietly pads naked over to the loo. “There’s a bin under the bed. You can put the condom in there.”

A short while later, Billy is dressed again and at the front door, smiling, almost shyly, at a half-naked Dom, who hasn’t bothered to put on a t-shirt.

“See you around?” Billy asks.

“Of course. Good night, Billy.”

“Good night.”

Less than a minute after locking the door, Dom is sprawled on the bed, face down, drawing the sweet aroma of Billy’s sweat on his sheets deeply into his lungs.

Knowing how wrong it is to get attached to Billy this way, Dom’s stomach twists into tight knots, making his chest ache. Rolling onto his back, he unsuccessfully tries to push the memory of Billy’s hands on his body from his mind. For the first time, since he started, Dom lost control, finding release, and dare he say, comfort, without it being a requirement from his customer. Closing his eyes, Dom bites down on his lower lip for a moment.

“Shite.”

* * * * *

Two days later, Dom ducks into a small café to get change for the pay phone on the corner, and turns to leave just as Billy arrives. Breath catches in Dom’s throat at the sight of him, cheeks flushed from the breeze, his ginger hair lightly mussed.

“Billy.”

“Hey Dom.”

“How are you?” Dom asks quietly, eyes soft.

“Good,” Billy replies, understanding the meaning behind Dom’s question. “You?”

“You know me,” Dom replies easily.

“I was going to sit and have some tea. Would you like to join me?” Billy asks.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to-”

“I’d like the company,” Billy interrupts. “Unless you’re busy, of course.”

The excuse to refuse is there, on the tip of his tongue, provided so graciously by Billy, but when Dom opens his mouth, he finds himself accepting the invitation, much to his own shock. All the rules and walls he’s carefully constructed are tumbling down, one by one, all because of one lovely, green-eyed man with an intoxicating, Scottish lilt. Dom is brought back to reality by the twist of hunger in his belly, for he hasn’t eaten in over a day.

Business has been slower, as Dom is working less these days, partially because he is unable to bring himself to allow anyone into his bed on the nights that Billy visits him. Despite that, Dom still finds himself at a corner table across from Billy, sipping sweet tea and using every ounce of strength in his thin body not to gobble the slice of apple pie that Billy encourages him to try. There is no money in his pocket to pay for it, but he could not refuse Billy’s suggestion.

Desperation is settling in when their tea cups are almost empty and their crumbed plates have been taken away. Bathed in warm sunlight, Billy somehow remains oblivious to Dom’s predicament, a fact for which Dom is eternally grateful. He may not have much, but he does have his pride. Searching his mind for options, Dom is oddly relieved when a solution presents itself in the form of regular customer, catching his eye from across the room. A subtle nod and jerk of the chin is all that is required, and Dom excuses himself, making Billy laugh with a silly joke about his perpetually tiny bladder.

Swallowing the bile, rising in his throat, Dom slips into a stall to wait, and less than a minute later, he’s no longer alone. A crumpled bill is pressed into his palm and then Dom is on his knees, a thick cock thrusting hard between his parted lips, callused fingers gripping his hair painfully. Thankful for his numerous talents in this position, Dom closes his eyes and works quickly, not wanting to take too long and have Billy come looking for him. Lest he be discovered in this shameful position and be required to explain. To know one is pathetic is one thing, but for Billy to know, is quite another.

Mercifully, it is over quickly, the salty release barely coating his tongue before the man is withdrawing and zipping himself back into his trousers. Not a word is spoken between them, and Dom sags against the wall when he is alone again. Carefully expelling the fluid into the toilet, Dom flushes and rises, pausing at the basin to rinse his mouth out and push his hair back into place.

Putting on an act worthy of an Oscar nomination, Dom is smiling when he returns to where Billy is waiting, insisting that he pay for his share of the check and drawing the recently earned money from the front pocket of his denims. With great effort, his smile remains in place until he and Billy part ways a few minutes later. Walking back to his corner, Dom wonders how long it’ll be before he sees Billy again. He hopes it will be soon.

* * * * *

Chapter 3

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