monaboyd | Mistake Number Three

Title: Mistake Number Three - 13/19
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, maybe.
Summary: Dom’s had more than enough and Billy demands answers.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. I ♥ it like chocolate.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: Warning of angst. Beta'd by

frojane. Thanks sweetie. You’re the best! Silly time change. You had to wait an extra hour to read this. And now I’m going to go hide. *runs away*
Previous Parts: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Billy awakens feeling warm and well rested, but when he discovers that he’s alone in the bed, he frowns in disappointment. Deftly sliding his hand over the indentation in the coverlet where Dom had slept beside him, Billy finds the area cool to the touch, informing him that Dom has been gone for some time. Rolling over, Billy hugs Dom’s pillow to his chest and buries his small, perfect nose in it, inhaling the sweet aroma of Dom’s papaya scented hair and aftershave.

Knowing that Dom was sprawled on the mattress at his side, all night long, causes a warmth to spread through Billy’s body, and he smiles. Idly curious, Billy glances over his shoulder at the clock on the nightstand, gasping in surprise when he realizes it’s nearly ten o’clock. The shop should’ve opened almost an hour ago. He’s late. Very late.

In record time, Billy showers and dresses, still buttoning his shirt as he hurries towards the door that leads to the stairs down to the shop. He stops short when he spots a note taped to the doorknob. Pulling it closer to read, Billy can’t help but smile again.

Relax. I’m taking care
of the shop. Take your
time, have some tea and
porridge. If you come down
and you haven’t eaten,
I’ll kick your Scottish arse.

I mean it.

D

As per Dom’s instructions, Billy enjoys a leisurely breakfast with two cups of tea, though he misses Dom’s energetic and entertaining company terribly. After washing his dishes and placing them on the rack to dry, noticing that Dom has obviously cleaned the kitchen while he was sleeping, Billy finally heads downstairs to the shop. Because it’s a Saturday, business is brisk, and it’s late in the afternoon before Billy realizes that Dom is avoiding him. Nothing overt, just subtly keeping his distance. Physically. Avoiding eye contact unless it is absolutely necessary.

Unsure as to why Dom is acting so strangely, Billy tries but is unable to get a moment alone with him until the shop is closing up for the night and Dom is pulling down the front window blinds.

“Dom?”

“Yeah?” he replies over his shoulder, seemingly distracted and not turning around.

“Are you alright?”

“Fine.” Ensuring that the door is locked, Dom finally turns to face Billy. “I’m going to get dinner started while you finish up, yeah?”

“Uh-”

Before Billy can protest, Dom is loping up the back stairs, leaving Billy alone to organize the receipts and lock up the money in the safe. By the time Billy joins Dom upstairs, he’s made a decision, or at least he thinks he has, until he walks into a kitchen that is bustling with activity. Apparently Dom has been very busy as the meal is just moments away from being served. Before Billy can say a word, he is being directed to the table and instructed to eat.

For the first time since they began sharing meals together, Dom is quiet, barely uttering a word. He’s more subdued now than that night when they’d had spaghetti and Billy had asked Dom to become his flat mate. The silence would be extremely stifling and uncomfortable, except that Dom has turned on the stereo, and a Beatles cd is playing in the background, filling the strange, unusual quiet.

What bothers Billy more than the silence is the fact that Dom won’t make eye contact. He’s purposely hiding his expressive eyes, and Billy doesn’t understand why. Things were fine last night, really good, even, but right now it’s as though it never happened. The awkwardness continues as the food is consumed and their plates emptied. Over a dozen times in a matter of minutes, Billy opens his mouth to say something, but doesn’t, wondering if this is Dom’s way of dealing with something that's bothering him, and not wanting to talk about it. Even though it’s eating at him, Billy stays silent, hoping that he’s right, respecting Dom’s wordless request. That he’s not making a huge mistake.

While Dom clears the table and lays their dirty plates in the sink to wash, Billy plugs in the kettle to boil water for some tea. He’s tense and is hoping that the tea will soothe his nerves. It’s then that it suddenly becomes too much, and he cannot stay silent any longer. Not one more minute.

“What’s wrong?” Billy asks bluntly, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ve been doing everything you can to avoid talking to me all day.”

Guiltily, Dom meets Billy’s gaze for a fraction of a second, and then looks away, his eyes downcast.

“Did I do something?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that I need to tell you something,” Dom admits, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.

“Tell me what?”

Biting down on his lower lip, Dom doesn’t say anything for a long, tense moment.

“Dom?”

“I’m moving out,” Dom reveals. “I’m going to start looking for a new flat on Monday.”

Billy’s jaw drops. “What?” he asks, his voice suddenly very quiet.

“I think it’s time I got my own flat again,” Dom continues, his back stiff and straight as he finally meets Billy’s confused eyes.

“What about school?” Billy wonders aloud. “How can you afford tuition and a place to live when you’re only working part time? What about studying for your classes?”

“I mentioned going for my A levels to Mum and Dad. They said they’d support me in any way that I needed,” Dom replies quietly. “They want to help. I’ll be okay.”

“I don’t understand, Dom,” Billy says, his voice finally returning to a normal volume, the tension in the room rising. “I thought things were good, you living here. If there was something that wasn’t working, why didn’t you tell me so we could talk about it?”

The confusion and hurt in Billy’s voice breaks Dom’s heart, but he can’t bring himself to take the words back. Staying just isn’t an option, and maybe if Billy is angry with him, it’ll be easier to move on. Leave the pain behind.

“It’s just time,” Dom says, shrugging noncommittally. “That’s all.”

“No. Explain it to me. Make me understand,” Billy says stiffly, jaw set in a hard line. “I thought that we were friends. Best mates. I don’t understand why you’re doing this. Tell me why?”

“Why does it matter?” Dom asks. “I just need to go.”

“I want a reason,” Billy says flatly. “Please.”

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, Billy,” Dom says hesitantly after a long, uncomfortable pause. “More mistakes than I can count, really, because I’m just that good at fucking things up. But when I really think about it, I can narrow them down to three big ones. Three decisions, three choices, that brought me to here. This moment. Today.”

“Alright,” Billy says, trying to remain calm, despite the heavy ache of dread forming in the pit of his stomach. “What are they?”

“Mistake number one was when I was seventeen and I allowed my eyes to be clouded with a ridiculous fantasy of love,” Dom tells him, arms wrapped protectively around his chest as he stares at something over Billy’s left shoulder, unable to make direct eye contact. “I was young, incredibly naïve, and I made one decision that changed the course of my life. I left my parents, my brother, and everything I knew, thinking it was the first step towards the rest of my future. It was going to be perfect. I was so arrogant, so sure that I was right, and that everyone else was just trying to hold me back from happiness.” Swallowing hard, Dom takes a deep breath to steady himself. “Well, guess what? I was the one who was wrong. Very, very wrong. It was the beginning of the end. The result of that mistake brought me to my knees in an alley, introducing me to my new career. My pathetic excuse of a life.”

Unable to look at Billy and see the pity in his eyes, Dom’s gaze falls to the floor.

“Mistake number two was when I forgot my place in the world and stepped off my corner. For some reason, I opened myself up, and was stupid enough to let myself feel again.” The bitterness in Dom’s voice cuts Billy to the bone and it takes all of his self control not to flinch. “I’d spent more than three years, pushing all of my feelings down, because it was the only way I could be sure that I wouldn’t repeat mistake number one. So it would never happen again.” Dom’s breath catches and he bites down on his lower lip for a moment as he regains control. “There was a strange comfort in feeling empty and hollow as I got through each day and night. It felt safe, going through the motions of having a life, but not actually having to do it. That all changed one night. When I followed you into the loo at the pub. Somehow, you made me feel something. That night you made me want something more, and that scared the Hell out of me. The result of that mistake was that I began to let you into my carefully constructed world, where nobody could get too close. You made me want to trust you, Billy.”

“Dom-”

“And then I made the biggest mistake of all,” Dom interrupts flatly, surging on before he loses his nerve.

“What was that?” Billy asks quietly.

“I said yes to you, when I should’ve said no,” Dom replies, staring at the floor and refusing to meet Billy’s gaze. “I should’ve left that night, then and there. Run as fast and as far as I could. Never see you again. I never should’ve said yes when you asked me move in here and be your flat mate.”

“What?” Billy whispers, shaking his head in confusion and disbelief.

“That was mistake number three.”

“How is that-”

“You got under my skin and into my heart,” Dom gasps out, hand now pressed to his chest as his beautiful, blue-grey eyes fill with traitorous tears. “I still don’t know how you did it, but you took my walls down, one piece at a time. Exposed me. And I let you. I let you into everything. Almost everything. I couldn’t stop it.”

“Dom, I don’t understand why-”

“The result of that mistake was that you made me fall in love with you.”

As Dom’s confession rings out in the small room, the silence is deafening. There is nothing, except Dom’s uneven breath, rushing in and out of his lungs and the steady hum of the refrigerator. Endless seconds pass, the blood roaring through Billy’s ears as he attempts to absorb all that Dom has just said to him. How he’s laid his heart bare to Billy.

“I haven’t kissed anyone in so long, because I swore to myself that I would never let myself feel that way, ever again,” Dom admits, unable to stand the quiet any longer, his eyes downcast and voice wavering unsteadily. “I can’t stay here any longer, wanting you, so much, wanting to kiss you every minute of every day, and not being able to touch you.”

Stunned, Billy finds himself unable to think clearly or form a coherent thought. “Dom-”

“Look, I know you don’t want me because of what I was, and I can’t blame you. I understand, honestly, I do. I-I just need to go now. Away. From you.” Breaking off, Dom draws in a ragged breath in an attempt to hold himself together for just a wee bit longer. “I will never forget all the things you did for me, and I will always be grateful for your kindness. Give me a bit of time, and I’ll find a way to pay you b-”

“Don’t you fecking dare,” Billy interrupts angrily, eyes filled with confusion and hurt. “This is not about money. It was never about the money.”

“Look, you took care of a lot of things, financially, and I want to make it up to you,” Dom continues insistently, shoving his fingers through his hair.

Stunned, Billy’s hands clench into tight fists as he struggles to comprehend what Dom is saying to him. “If you think all I’m worried about is the money, than you don’t know me at all,” he manages, surprised that his voice still works.

“Billy, I owe so much more than that, but it’s-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Dom,” Billy orders tightly. “This is not about keeping score. That’s not why I helped you.”

Wishing that he’d kept his mouth shut or even lied, Dom swallows hard, desperately trying to come up with a solution so he can get away from this humiliating situation. “Billy, I think it’s best if I just go. Right now. I’ll stay somewhere else until I can find somewhere permanent. I’m sure I can-”

Dom’s rambling words die on his lips when Billy grabs his shoulders firmly and pushes him solidly against the refrigerator. Unprepared for the physical contact and teary eyes wide with shock, Dom is frozen as Billy then gently nudges up his chin an inch so their eyes can meet.

“Allow me to show you just how very wrong you are about me,” Billy says huskily, his green eyes darker than usual. “How I really feel about you.”

Tenderly cupping Dom’s scruffy cheek, Billy stares longingly into Dom’s stunned, wide eyes as he ever so slowly moves closer, bringing their bodies together from chest to knees. Their mouths are less than an inch apart when Billy’s eyelids finally flutter closed, and a puff of hot breath ghosts over Dom’s trembling mouth. Then, after a seemingly endless pause, their lips are meeting in a feathery, tender kiss that is so achingly gentle and soft that it steals Dom’s breath.

Watching Billy pull back and open his eyes again, Dom tries to remember how to breathe and speak, but in the end he can only manage to whisper two words.

“You . . . just-”

“Kissed you,” Billy finishes for him in a low voice, his thumb sweeping lightly over Dom’s trembling lower lip as his eyes glisten with emotion. “As I’ve wanted to kiss you every single day since the night we met.”

“What?” Dom asks in a strangled, low voice.

“If you don’t mind, I’d love to kiss you again,” Billy says with a tentative smile.

“Mind?”

Dom wants to say more, wants to say yes, oh God yes, but his voice refuses to work, as do his limbs. Instead, Dom tilts his head forward until his forehead is pressing against Billy’s, then closes his eyes, praying that Billy will understand. Encouraged, Billy takes the movement further, bringing their noses together, affectionately giving the younger man a playful and wistful nudge, not once, not twice, but three times. As a breathy whimper of pleasure escapes his lips, Dom tentatively reciprocates, nudging back and then letting his head fall to one side, breath uneven as their mouths come back together naturally, not needing to speak.

Warm, soft lips meet and part several times in increasingly needful, longing kisses before Dom realizes that both of his hands are clutching the back of Billy’s shirt at his waist, and the small fingers of one of Billy’s hands is now threaded through his dark blonde hair. Moist breath hot against Dom’s cheek, Billy gently teases Dom’s pouty lower lip into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on the tender curve. Letting out a squeak of surprise, Dom’s hands tighten on Billy’s shirt as his knees suddenly buckle.

“I’ve got you,” Billy pants against Dom’s wet mouth, wedging a knee carefully between Dom’s thighs and winding his free arm around his slender waist, holding him firmly. “I won’t let you fall.”

“Too late,” Dom replies quietly, barely above a whisper, his eyes glassy as he wobbles unsteadily in Billy’s embrace. “I already fell for you.”

Sliding a hand around the nape of Dom’s heat flushed neck, Billy tugs their bodies and lips back together in a long, nibbling exchange that doesn’t end until the sound of the kettle coming to a boil interrupts the peaceful quiet. Billy groans in frustrated protest when Dom pulls back.

“What’s wrong?” he pants breathlessly, nuzzling his nose into Dom’s mussed hair as the younger man dips his head. “Dom?”

“You were going to make some tea,” Dom offers in explanation, nodding at the mug on the countertop next to the sink.

“Right, I was.”

Shifting as best he can in Billy’s strong arms, Dom starts to pull back further, preparing himself for the loss when Billy releases him. In all honesty, he’s waiting for Billy to come to his senses and this amazing fantasy come to life to end. Shocked when instead Billy pulls Dom’s slender body firmly to his, Dom can only stare openmouthed as Billy spins him nearly one hundred and eighty degrees. Thumbs hooked through the belt loops at the hips of Dom’s blue jeans and small hands holding him close, Billy slowly begins to waltz him across the room. When Dom tentatively slides his hands up Billy’s biceps to drape his long arms over Billy’s shoulders, a blush coloring his cheeks, Billy smiles.

“You didn’t really think I was going to let you get away from me that easily, did you?” Billy asks teasingly, dipping his head, his pointy tongue darting out for a taste of Dom’s slender neck.

Dom can’t help but smile shyly and briefly duck his head as his body shudders at the sensation. “I guess not.”

“Come with me,” Billy whispers, trailing feathery kisses along Dom’s jaw line is they cross the kitchen towards the kettle. “I want to keep kissing you.”

Billy is nibbling on Dom’s lower lip again when they suddenly bump into the counter and their bodies press together, bringing their growing erections into full contact. Groaning with pleasure, Billy’s hands tighten their hold on Dom’s denim clad hips, causing Dom to whimper against his mouth.

“Are you okay?” Billy asks as he reaches behind Dom with one hand, finding the electrical cord for the kettle and giving it a swift yank, silencing the noise. The movement pulls Dom even further into Billy’s embrace, his breath warm against Billy’s neck.

“Uh huh,” Dom manages to reply, a deluge of thoughts and emotions overwhelming him.

“Dom?” Billy says, pulling back slightly, his brow furrowed.

“Yeah?”

“You’re shaking.”

Looking at his trembling hands, Dom realizes that Billy is right.

“I’m sorry,” he says quickly, tightening his hands into tight fists and then releasing them, hoping that will help steady him.

“Don’t apologize. What’s wrong?” Billy asks softly, hand sliding up Dom’s arm to rub his shoulder in slow, comforting caresses. “Are you alright?”

“I’m a wee bit nervous,” Dom admits, eyes uncertain. “Traveling in unfamiliar territory here.”

“It’s okay,” Billy whispers, gently bringing their bodies close and rubbing his nose fondly against Dom’s cheek. “There’s no hurry.”

“Uh huh.”

Dom can’t help the wavering in his voice, thought he tries desperately to hide it.

“Do you want to stop?” Billy asks, doubt creeping into his thoughts as he loosens his grip. “If you don’t want to-”

“Don’t let me go,” Dom begs, fists gripping handfuls of Billy’s shirt to keep him close. “Please?”

“Alright,” Billy replies softly, tugging Dom closer again.

“I don’t want to stop, but-”

Billy smiles reassuringly. “We’ll take it slow, yeah?”

“How slow?” Dom asks, arching an eyebrow.

“Well, I was hoping we could keep kissing,” Billy says, fingers stroking the smooth column of Dom’s neck, watching his pulse jump. “For a while longer.”

“Yeah?”

Tentatively rubbing their stubbly cheeks together, breath warm against Dom’s ear, Billy murmurs, “If you want to.”

“Yeah, I do,” Dom replies, a touch breathless. “I really, really do.”

“Good.”

Gently spinning Dom around for the second time in just a couple of minutes, Billy is guiding Dom over to the doorway leading to the rest of their flat when Dom reaches out to grab the wall.

“Where, uh, where are we going?” he asks nervously.

“Somewhere more comfortable. I was thinking about the couch,” Billy replies. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“Would you mind if I kissed this freckle on your neck while I make sure we don’t trip over anything?” Billy requests, touching the tiny spot that he’s gazed at hungrily dozens of times over the last few months. “I’d hate for an injury to ruin the moment.”

Wordlessly, Dom tilts his head to one side, exposing his throat to Billy, eyes fluttering closed, his breath uneven as he continues to tremble.

Pressing soft kisses to the smooth skin, Billy manages to walk them over to the couch without incident, keeping his hands on Dom’s narrow hips to direct him. Guiding Dom so he can sit down and then lay back on the soft, navy blue cushions, Billy stretches out alongside him, their bodies pressing together.

“Ow,” Dom says with a grimace, shifting awkwardly beneath Billy.

“Oh God, I’m sorry. Am I too heavy?” Billy asks, brow furrowing in concern as he starts to move back.

“No, I’m on the remote,” Dom explains, arching off the couch as he reaches under his lower back. The movement brings their hips together, and Billy’s light laughter is cut off when a ragged moan of pleasure pushes past his bow shaped lips.

“Oh, fuck,” Billy gasps, biting down on his lower lip for a moment.

“Like that, do you?” Dom asks, eyes half-lidded and smoldering as his nervousness begins to dissipate.

“Oh, yeah,” Billy groans.

“So,” Dom says, exhaling slowly and giving Billy a tentative smile as he reaches over and lays the remote on the coffee table. “Where were we?”

Sliding his arms around Billy’s body, Dom silently urges Billy to move closer, eyes closing as their mouths meet in tender, warm kisses. A tiny, breathy sigh of enjoyment slips past Dom’s soft lips as their kisses grow longer and bodies press together hungrily.

“Dommie,” Billy murmurs a minute later, small fingers carding through Dom’s soft, mussed blonde hair at the base of his skull as he kisses a hot, moist trail down to the hollow of Dom’s throat. Whimpering under his breath, Dom writhes into Billy’s touch.

“Yeah?” Dom pants.

“Can you open your mouth for me?” Billy requests breathlessly, his mouth trailing wetly across Dom’s cheek. “I want to taste your tongue.” Feeling Dom tense beneath him at his words, Billy pulls back a few inches, breaking their contact. “What’s the matter?” he asks, smoothing back Dom’s hair.

“A couple of things actually,” Dom replies, cheeks pinking. “One, I’m suddenly wishing I’d brushed my teeth before we started this conversation, and two, it’s been a really long time since I was in a position to know if I’m any good at this.”

“You mean kissing?” Billy asks with a soft, bemused smile.

“Yeah. I’m a wee bit out of practice,” Dom admits, a new wave of nervousness setting in. “Okay, way out of practice.”

“Dommie, your breath is just fine and while I’m no expert here, I think you’re an amazing kisser,” Billy tells him, kissing the tip of his nose. “When you make those little noises-”

“I’m sorry,” Dom interrupts. “I just-”

“They make me want to kiss you more,” Billy finishes, pressing a finger to Dom’s soft, quivering lips to quiet him. “I want to learn all your sounds, Dom. I want to know how you love to be touched.”

Eyes bright with emotion, Dom tentatively slides a shaking hand along Billy’s shoulder and up to wrap around the back of his neck. Guiding their faces closer, Dom gently brings their mouths together, until there is barely a breath between them.

“Kiss me?” he requests softly. “Please?”

Dipping his head, Billy does as he’s asked, tracing the gentle bow of Dom’s lips lightly with the tip of his tongue and gasping when he unexpectedly makes contact with the slippery, wriggling wetness of Dom’s tongue.

“Oh, God,” he breathes. “Dommie.”

Wordlessly, Dom parts his soft lips further, inviting Billy’s intrusion and whimpering when Billy’s tongue gently teases him, tasting the corners of his crooked mouth. They share a long, slow, wet kiss, Billy reluctantly pulling away from Dom’s sweet mouth when his lungs demand breath. Fingers clutching at the back of Billy’s shirt, Dom wraps a leg around Billy’s hip, body rocking in a seductive rhythm, quietly desperate for more contact and friction.

“Please,” he whispers.

Cupping Dom's cheek, Billy’s tongue slips deftly into Dom’s mouth, feasting hungrily, nibbling and sucking the warm, honeyed cavern, slowly and tenderly. Then, without warning, Billy pulls back and grins.

“What?” Dom asks, suddenly very self conscious. “What did I do wrong?”

“You ate one of the peanut butter cookies I left on the counter,” Billy says with a warm, intimate laugh. “I can taste it. On your tongue.”

Before Dom can turn his head to hide his blush, Billy swoops in, teasing the roof of Dom’s mouth and then finding the sensitive spot under Dom’s impossibly long, lush tongue. When Dom bucks his hips in surprise and moans weakly, Billy presses even closer, his pointy tongue deepening the kiss with agonizing, sensual laziness.

“I didn’t realize peanut butter was sexy until just now,” Billy finishes, panting against Dom’s lips, his breath hot and moist. “The more I think about it though, the more I’m convinced that it’s you who makes the peanut butter sexy.”

“God, Billy. I feel like I’m fifteen and making out on my parents couch while they’re at work,” Dom admits with a blush. “I keep waiting for my Mum to walk through the front door and ask what the Hell we’re doing.”

“It’s called making out, Dommie,” Billy replies, grinning. “Snogging each other senseless.”

Before Dom can say anything, their lips are meeting again, in warm, passionate kisses, their tongues tangling slowly and messily. Bodies writhing and hips thrusting in a leisurely, lazy rhythm, Billy devours the now swollen flesh of Dom’s tantalizing, rosy lips while Dom hangs on for dear life, one hand stroking Billy’s lower back, occasionally slipping lower to tentatively caress the curve of Billy’s arse. His other hand cards through Billy’s ginger hair as he returns Billy’s warm affection with equal fervor.

Fingers sliding into the messy strands of Dom’s silky hair, Billy’s touch is gentle, yet feverish, the heat between their bodies causing a glow of sweat to form on their hot skin. Pulses race and moist breath mixes as kisses grow deeper and their tongues continue to thrust and parry playfully.

Dom has no idea how much time has passed while curled up in the safety of Billy’s embrace, their aroused bodies rocking together, limbs entwined. All he knows is that his nervousness has all but disappeared, and he is warm and pliant in Billy’s talented, reassuring hands. He’s never felt so safe. Losing themselves in the desire of the touch of one another, they forget just how small the couch is.

One moment they are thrusting lustily into one another, and then they are falling, having accidentally rolled off the couch and down to the floor. When Dom’s weight lands fully on Billy, his breath is expelled to a surprised whoosh.

“Oh shite, Billy,” Dom curses, bracing his weight on his arms, unconsciously pressing his throbbing erection into Billy’s hip in the process. “Are you okay?”

“Dommie, if you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was say so,” Billy replies breathlessly, eyes twinkling impishly, sliding one hand around the nape of Dom’s slender neck and pulling their swollen, wet mouths back together.

Moaning into Dom’s mouth, Billy’s other hand slides up from its position on the sweet curve of Dom’s arse to his narrow waist, small fingers slipping under the hem of Dom’s t-shirt and undershirt to caress warm flesh. When their skin makes contact, Dom flinches violently, like he’s just been punched in the stomach, and he inhales sharply, breaking the kiss. Immediately withdrawing his hand, Billy looks up at Dom, brow furrowing in concern.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” he asks softly, eyes searching Dom’s face.

“No,” Dom manages to reply, unable to hold Billy’s gaze. In an instant, all of his nervousness is back, and then some. It was a reflex, and Dom wishes that he’d been able to stifle it. Hide it.

“Dom?”

“I don’t want to be touched there,” Dom says quietly, eyes downcast.

“We can stop. It’s alright, Dom,” Billy says, giving him a gentle, reassuring smile. “We don’t have to-”

“It’s okay. I just-” Embarrassed as he realizes how much he’s just exposed, Dom’s cheeks flame with heat. “I don’t want to take my shirt off, okay? Can I leave my shirt on?”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Dommie,” Billy says tenderly, hands sliding up and down Dom’s biceps in comforting caresses. “We can stop. It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not that,” Dom protests, shoulders dropping in defeat, an ache forming in the pit of his stomach, twisting inside. “I just don’t want you to see- Oh, fuck! Who am I kidding? I can’t do this.”

“What?” Billy cries out, eyes filled with confusion.

“I can’t do this, Billy. I can’t.”

Frantic to escape, Dom pushes himself up and off of Billy, averting his eyes and scrambling to his feet as he quickly pulls away.

“I can’t.”

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Chapter 14

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