monaboyd | Mistake Number Three

Title: Mistake Number Three - 3/19
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Things get even more complicated, for both Billy and Dom. After an encounter, lines get very blurry.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: Beta'd by

frojane. Thanks sweetie.
A/N 2: Once again, I am stunned by the feedback I’m getting on this fic. Thank you so much for all your kind words.
Previous Parts: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Despite the screaming voice of reason in his mind that says this will only lead to pain and misery, Dom finds himself looking forward to Billy’s visits, scrubbing down in his narrow tiled shower after every customer so he’s squeaky clean for Billy. Shivering as he towels off after his third customer of the day, Dom’s never wished for more than just lukewarm water so much in his life.

Only two days have passed when Billy shows up on Dom’s doorstep again, a little later in the evening than usual. Dom had actually given up that Billy would be coming over tonight and allowed himself to silently whinge a little in disappointment. That all changes when he hears the familiar rhythm of knuckles on the hollow front door of his flat.

“Hey Billy.”

“Hey. Sorry it’s so late,” Billy replies. “Salesman came in just at closing and the meeting took longer than I thought it would.”

“It’s fine, Billy. Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I go to bed early,” Dom says with a smile, oddly amused that Billy is apologizing for keeping him waiting. “C’mon in.”

As before, Billy follows Dom into the bedroom, but this time he doesn’t wait for Dom to initiate the removal of his clothing. Placing the money on the nightstand and giving Dom a smile, Billy heels off his shoes and pulls off his socks before stripping away his shirt and trousers. Finally, he lets his boxers fall and then waits for Dom to do the same.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Dom says, peeling off his t-shirt, having indulged the overwhelming urge to watch Billy casually disrobe through the curtain of his lowered eyelashes.

“What?”

“I’ve noticed that you like it better when we’re face to face, and I wondered if you wanted to try a different position tonight,” Dom explains. “I mean if you want-”

“You mean, you’ll be on your back?” Billy asks.

Dom’s blue jeans drop to the floor. “Yeah.”

Head tilted to one side, Billy eyes slide up and down Dom’s nude body for a long, quiet moment. While Dom is quite attractive in his own, special way, he’s far too thin, and apparently getting thinner by the day. In the nearly two months that he and Billy have known each other, the line of Dom’s jaw has gotten more chiseled, his shoulders sharper, hips more bony, and it bothers Billy how prominent Dom’s ribs are.

Realizing that Dom is waiting for an answer, Billy nods. “Okay.”

“If you don’t like it, just tell me and we’ll try something else, yeah?”

“I’ve enjoyed everything we’ve done so far,” Billy says, cheeks pinking a little. “I think it’ll be fine.”

Surprised at how at ease he is with being naked and aroused in front of Dom, Billy kneels on the mattress between Dom’s widely splayed thighs in the center of the bed. Slicking his fingers with lubricant as Dom rolls the condom onto his rock hard erection, Billy gently nudges Dom down onto his back before his fingers press against Dom’s tight entrance. Billy’s free hand wraps around Dom’s rapidly stiffening cock, fingers stroking the thick shaft, his small thumb sliding over the sensitive tip.

Closing his eyes, Dom waits for the intrusion, the flash and burning sensation, but it never comes. There is only a bit of pressure as he is gently breached, the warmth of Billy’s soft skin and intense heat as their bodies slide together. It would be so much easier if it hurt, if he didn’t have to watch, but Dom couldn’t stop himself from making the offer to Billy. Desperately, he wants to see Billy’s deep, mossy green eyes as he comes, hard, deep inside him. He wants to touch Billy’s strong arms, pet his furry chest and trim belly, wrap his arms around him, and give Billy as much pleasure as he possibly can.

After allowing Dom to take a few breaths and adjust to his size, Billy slowly begins to move, gently rocking his hips against Dom’s, their bodies meeting from chest to thigh. Steady, even thrusts build in speed and intensity quickly, the bed springs squeaking and groaning in protest as the flimsy headboard is rocked against the wall in the same rhythm of Billy’s powerful movements.

Mesmerized, Dom watches Billy’s beautiful, cherubic mouth as their faces come closer and closer, turning away at the last moment to ensure that their lips don’t meet. Despite what he’s done, the vulnerable position that he’s allowed himself to be placed in, Dom can’t bridge that gap. It’s too much.

Words of pleasure and encouragement pour in an endless stream from Dom’s lips as he pulls his knees tightly to his smooth chest, the position allowing Billy even deeper penetration. Eyes dark with arousal, Dom’s back arches as hips thrust upwards helplessly, seeking more of Billy’s touch.

“You can go harder if you want, Billy,” he pants. “It’s okay.”

Completely overwhelmed by the sensations of the man beneath him, Billy withdraws almost completely before pushing in again to the hilt, the velvet heat wrapping tightly around him. Face buried in Dom’s damp neck, Billy pounds Dom’s slight body into the mattress, their sweat slicked skin moving together in a sensuous slide.

Fighting desperately for a way to keep his fragile and tentative grasp on control as he slips closer and closer to the edge of bliss, Dom comes completely undone when Billy’s small hand pumps even faster, stroking Dom’s hard cock and rubbing the tip of his thumb into the weeping slit. And then he hears Billy’s breathless request.

“Come for me, Dom,” Billy murmurs, his body trembling uncontrollably. “I want to feel you come.”

Hands clutching Billy’s sweaty back and writhing wildly, Dom feels the last of his control shatter into a thousand pieces, and he lets go in several passionate thrusts. Dom keeps his eyes shut tight, as he doesn’t trust himself to look at Billy. He’s too afraid that his eyes will betray him. That Billy will know.

Fortunately, it’s evident that the damp warmth of Dom’s hot come spilling over Billy’s fingers is response enough, as Billy moans with nearly unbearable pleasure. And then, just moments later, Billy’s own intense orgasm is washing over him in seemingly endless waves.

Swallowing a ragged sob, Dom tightens his arms around Billy as he collapses bonelessly over Dom, breathless, sweaty, and utterly spent. A couple of minutes later, Billy carefully withdraws and rolls onto his back, laying beside Dom, his chest still heaving.

“You know, it’s really too bad that you didn’t like that,” Dom remarks thoughtfully, breaking the strange quiet in the room.

Looking over at Dom and the teasing smile gracing his lips as he stares up at the ceiling, Billy suddenly bursts out laughing, causing the bed to shake. The movement causes Dom to look over at Billy, eyes focusing on his trim belly and what he knows is his own glittering release covering the warm, pale skin. Finally quieting, Billy rolls onto his side and looks deep into Dom’s expressive blue-grey eyes.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

“Anytime,” Dom replies, returning Billy’s smile. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Rolling over for a moment, Dom grabs a small towel tucked between the mattress and the bed frame and offers it Billy so he can clean up.

“Do you mind if I just lay here for a minute?” Billy asks, peeling off the condom and placing it in the bin under the bed before wiping his belly. “Let me catch my breath?”

“Of course. Take your time.”

Dom’s calm, cool and collected façade lasts until Billy leaves about ten minutes later, and then Dom is on his knees by the front door, face buried in his hands, wondering just what the Hell he has done. How could he have let this happen? Why did he do something so incredibly stupid?

How could he have allowed himself to fall for Billy?

* * * * *

It’s a cool night in late October when Dom finds himself wandering around the local convenience store, trying to decide what to have for dinner. His cupboards are almost bare and money is very tight, but Dom practically paced a track in his flat for hours before deciding that getting out for a while is good plan before he goes completely nuts. He’s staring aimlessly at the frozen foods section when a familiar hand squeezes his shoulder.

“Hey.”

Turning towards the familiar, soothing voice, Dom smiles. “Hey Billy.”

“Looking for something in particular?” Billy asks, nodding at the cooler Dom had been staring at.

Shaking his head, Dom sighs. “No. Just trying to decide on, well, something. Anything.”

“Me too,” Billy admits, rubbing at his temple with his fingertips. “I just had to get out tonight. It felt like my kitchen walls were closing in on me.”

“So here we are,” Dom says with a wry smile.

“Hey, is that pizza place around the corner any good?” Billy asks suddenly. “I’ve walked by there a dozen times, but I’ve never gone in.”

“Yeah, it is actually. Good stuffed crust,” Dom replies. “Lots of cheese. They don’t skimp on the toppings, either.”

“Do you want to join me?” Billy asks. “I hate eating alone in restaurants.”

Surprised at his own answer, Dom smiles softly and says, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Fifteen minutes later, tucked into a back booth, pizza ordered and pints of beer sitting on the table in front of them, Billy leans back and tips his head to one side.

“What?” Dom asks, chilled glass lifted halfway to his mouth.

“I just realized, with everything we’ve talked about, I don’t know your last name,” Billy replies thoughtfully.

Dom laughs lightly. “It’s Monaghan. Dominic Bernard Patrick Luke Monaghan.”

“Wow. That’s a mouthful.”

“Yeah, my parents couldn’t make up their minds,” Dom says with a grin. “What about you?”

“Boyd. William Boyd,” he tells Dom. “But nobody calls me that.”

“So how old are you?” Dom asks after taking a sip of his beer and licking the foam off his upper lip.

“How old are you?” Billy retorts.

“Twenty one,” Dom says before giving Billy a pointed look, waiting patiently for Billy to answer his question.

“I turned thirty in August.”

“Really?” Dom asks, quite surprised. “You don’t look it.”

Billy snorts in derision.

“No, I’m serious,” Dom insists.

“Okay,” Billy says, shaking his head in disbelief and rolling his eyes as their waitress arrives with their pizza, hot from the oven, and two plates.

Catching Billy trying to hide a smile, Dom laughs again.

The banter and easy conversation continues between bites of food and another two rounds of beer. Thanks to the soft lighting and quiet atmosphere in the restaurant, neither man feels the need to rush through the meal. They’re just two friends, sitting back, sharing some time and enjoying themselves.

Searching his memory, Dom can’t recall the last time he felt so at ease and relaxed. It scares him a little how easily Billy has managed to worm his way into Dom’s life, and even more alarmingly, his heart.

“Why the bloody Hell did we order so much food?” Billy moans, pushing his plate away and lifting his hands in surrender.

“We?” Dom retorts over the rim of his half empty pint. “I seem to recall warning you that they didn’t skimp.”

“Yeah, you did,” Billy admits. “And now look at this.”

Glancing down, Dom notices that there are still several large slices of pizza left on the round, stainless steel pan.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to look at another pizza for quite some time,” Billy continues. “Do you want to take it home?”

Dom shrugs noncommittally. “Yeah, sure, but right now I need to visit the loo.”

“Ah yes, the perpetually tiny bladder strikes again,” Billy teases, ducking and laughing when Dom swats playfully at him.

Dom’s smile doesn’t fade until he’s locked in a metal stall in the loo, digging into the pockets of his blue jeans, hoping and praying that he’s got enough money to pay for his share of dinner. He should’ve said no when Billy extended the invitation, but Dom couldn’t resist the chance to spend some time with Billy, even if it means he’ll need to take on more customers to make up for it. To his relief, Dom finds that he has enough to cover his half of the bill and releases the breath he’s been holding.

As Dom returns to the table, he spots the waitress picking up a small tray with a signed credit card slip on it, and Billy placing his wallet back into his hip pocket. There is a small white styrofoam box sitting where Dom’s plate used to be. The leftover slices of pizza.

“Hey,” Dom says, sliding into the booth across from Billy. “How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Billy-”

“Thank you for joining me,” Billy interrupts. “I had a nice time.”

Softening, Dom smiles. “Me too.”

After leaving the restaurant and without even discussing it, Billy walks Dom back to his tiny flat, neither man wanting the evening to end quite yet. Far too soon, they arrive at Dom’s door, and Billy leans against the wall, smiling as Dom struggles to dislodge his key from the sticky lock. Finally, after a variety of muttered curses, the key comes loose and Dom quickly tucks it into his pocket.

“So, do you want to come in?” Dom asks, long fingers squeezing the door knob in an attempt to control his hand, while the other clutches the box of leftover pizza. He wants to reach out and touch Billy so much that it aches.

“Yeah,” Billy replies, his eyes dark. “I do.”

Dom is turning the lock on the door when Billy’s fingers slide around his waist from behind, one hand moving under his shirt to caress his belly, the other dipping beneath the loose waistband of his blue jeans. Pulling firmly but gently, Billy draws Dom into his arms and brings their bodies together from shoulders to hips.

A ragged breath escapes Dom’s lips when he feels Billy’s erection pressing against his arse, and he rocks his hips, knowing that it will bring Billy pleasure. The takeaway box of pizza drops to the floor, immediately forgotten. Dom is disappointed when Billy’s hands leave his body, but he manages to swallow the cry of protest bubbling up in his throat. The loss is forgiven when Dom feels his long sleeved t-shirt being pulled up and off his lean body. Moments later, as the cloth hits the floor, Billy quickly sheds his light jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt.

Turning around and stumbling awkwardly towards the bedroom, Dom’s fingers fly to the button and zip of Billy’s trousers, deftly opening and pushing them off as Billy finishes tearing off his shirt. Pressed firmly against the wall just outside the bedroom, Dom watches Billy, his eyes wide as Billy kicks aside his trousers and nearly rips open Dom’s faded blue jeans to expose the arousal beneath. Small hands petting Dom’s stomach, Billy shoves the offending material down to his ankles and softly orders Dom to step out before he walks Dom back over to the bed and nudges him down to the mattress.

Bare limbs wrapped tightly around one another, they writhe and grope wildly, hands hungrily seeking to explore every inch of aroused skin. Alcohol has apparently lowered Billy’s inhibitions, and that makes Dom reckless. Their breathing is ragged, hot and moist, sweat forming quickly as Billy thrusts his hips rapidly, rubbing his hard erection against Dom’s equally stiff cock.

Scrambling desperately to reach the nightstand from his position on his back, Dom pulls open the top drawer to find a foil packet and the tube of lubrication while Billy pushes his thighs apart, fingers wrapping around Dom’s arousal, stroking him in a strong, steady rhythm.

Control hanging on by a thread, barely enough time is taken for the condom to be rolled onto Billy’s cock and two slicked fingers to be pressed into Dom to stretch him. Slender fingers gripping Billy’s biceps, Dom wraps his legs around Billy’s waist and pulls him closer. A moment later Billy rocks his hips forward, and gently yet firmly pushes inside Dom, filling him, stretching him wide.

Gasping at the sensation, Dom cries out, fiercely pulling Billy’s firm body tightly to his own and burying his face in Billy’s damp neck. The urge to bring their lips together and slide his tongue into Billy’s sweet mouth is overwhelming for Dom, and the only way he can be sure to maintain what’s left of his control is to keep his eyes closed as the light aroma of Billy’s aftershave washes over him.

Groaning fervently as he thrusts into Dom’s tight body, long and deep, Billy slides a hand under Dom’s arse, adjusting the angle in which their hips meet, causing his cock to brush lightly over Dom’s sweet spot. Bucking and thrashing about wildly in response, Dom moans loudly and tightens his arms around Billy’s body as his limbs tremble uncontrollably.

Bed springs squeak loudly in protest as Billy brings their intimately locked bodies to a powerful, shuddering and passionate release, Dom’s hot come coating their bellies. Exhausted and spent, Billy collapses over Dom, his fingers carding though Dom’s mussed hair as he nuzzles his small, perfect nose into Dom’s slender neck. Billy’s breath is moist against Dom’s skin, their sweat slicked limbs entwined, and the only sound in the room is their breathless panting as they hold one another.

Long minutes pass, but for some reason, Billy doesn’t pull away as usual. He’s fallen asleep. Relishing in the wonderful, stolen moments, Dom carefully wipes the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, not wanting Billy to see. Fingers trailing up and down Billy’s smooth back in long caresses from the nape of his neck to the curve of his arse, Dom inhales the scent of Billy’s sated skin, drawing it deep into his lungs and holding it there.

“Billy?” Dom says softly, hating to wake him and lose the intimate sensation of Billy pressed against him. Inside him. Filling him.

“Mmmm?” Billy replies sleepily, nuzzling further into Dom’s neck as Dom rubs the small of his back.

“Are you planning on falling asleep on me?”

Finally, Dom’s words sink in and Billy pushes himself up on his elbows, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head to clear the fog.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, pulling back and out of Dom’s body. “I guess I dozed off there for a minute.”

“It’s okay. Just sit back. Relax. I’m going to get a glass of water,” Dom decides as he rolls out of bed and stretches his arms above his head. “Do you want one?”

“No, I’m good.” Looking around the room, Billy frowns. “Have you seen my trousers?”

“Right here,” Dom replies, picking them up off the floor near the door and tossing them onto the foot of the rumpled bed. “But you don’t need to rush.”

“Oh, I know. I just need my wallet.”

“Don’t worry about it, Billy,” Dom says, pausing in the doorway of the bedroom and looking over his shoulder. “It’s no charge.”

“Dom-”

“Thanks for dinner,” Dom interrupts quietly, his eyes soft and a touch vulnerable. “I had a nice time.”

And then Dom disappears from sight, leaving Billy staring after him.

Dom has drained his glass and is refilling it when Billy presses his fingers against the small of Dom’s narrow back. Surprised at the contact, Dom flinches and nearly nearly drops the cheap, plastic cup, but manages to hold onto it as he turns off the water with his other hand.

“Hey.”

“What’s wrong?” Dom asks as he turns around and discovers that Billy is almost completely dressed.

“I just realized how late it is,” Billy explains, tapping his watch. “I’m going to a book show in London tomorrow and I’m leaving first thing in the morning. I really need to get some sleep.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Sorry.”

At the door, Dom can’t hold back the question any longer. “Billy?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” he asks nervously, suddenly aware of how naked he is and the slippery come, glistening on his belly. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t-”

“I’m fine, Dom,” Billy interrupts. “I liked it, really. I just have an early morning tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Pausing as he pulls on his jacket, Billy smiles gently. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Dom replies, ducking his head for a moment.

“I’ll see you in a few days, yeah?” Billy asks as he unlocks and opens the front door.

“You know where I’ll be.”

After Billy is gone, Dom crawls back into bed, laying directly over the spot where Billy had been, failing to notice that there is money on the nightstand until he wakes the next morning, having cried himself to sleep.

* * * * *

Chapter 4

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