monaboyd | Mistake Number Three

Title: Mistake Number Three - 19/19
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Passion, future plans, and public displays of affection.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. It makes me squirm like a kid at Christmas.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: Beta'd by

frojane. Thanks oodles sweetie.
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 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Soft, golden rays of the afternoon sunshine wash over Dom’s lithe body, his damp skin almost glowing, taut muscles bunching and shifting as he moves. Propped up against the headboard with several pillows, Billy watches through passion-filled eyes as Dom works himself up and down Billy’s thick shaft, moaning with pleasure, their lips meeting often in hot, wet, hungry kisses.

“You’re so beautiful, Dommie,” Billy murmurs against his swollen mouth, fingers sliding up from Dom’s hips to his smooth chest, teasing Dom’s sensitive nipples into stiff, rosy peaks. “I love to watch you.”

Wanting the closeness and intimacy of making love in this position to last as long as possible, Dom slows his movements, taking his time. Moving up a few inches and then relaxing, Dom slides all the way down, repeating the action over and over, until finally, Billy is buried fully inside him, stretching him to the limit. Clutching at Billy’s strong, pale shoulders for balance and panting for breath, Dom looks deep into Billy’s desire-filled eyes.

“Are you okay?” Billy gasps, the hot, velvet clench of Dom’s body threatening to take away his ability to speak.

Wordlessly, Dom nods, asking the same question with a tilt of his head and a look in his eyes.

“Yes, Dommie,” Billy pants, rocking his hips in time to Dom’s sensual movements. “Yes.”

Whispering warm, loving words against Dom’s soft skin, Billy’s small, deft hands stroke up and down Dom’s smooth chest, while he caresses every lovely inch of Dom’s aroused body that he can reach. Sliding an arm around Dom’s narrow back, Billy gently pulls him forward, pressing a long, wet trail of nibbling kisses to the slender column of Dom’s neck. When Dom mewls and whimpers at the sensation, Billy latches on and suckles gently, marking the tender skin with a small rosy bruise when shoulder meets neck, just below the freckle. When Billy pulls back to admire his work, Dom cups his cheek and brings their lips together in a fiery kiss that leave both of them breathless.

“I love having you inside me, Bills,” Dom pants against his cherubic lips, kissing Billy again and again. “Feels so good. Never want to let you go.”

Starting to thrust deeper and faster, Dom’s hard erection rubs against Billy’s quivering belly, desperately searching for friction as their bodies writhe together passionately. Hands roaming lower, Billy’s fingertips trace the small indentations of Dom’s back dimples before coming to rest on his narrow hips, guiding Dom’s movements as he gazes wondrously into Dom’s smolderingly beautiful eyes. Crying out in ecstasy, Dom shamelessly begs Billy to touch him, his limbs shaking with effort, a fine layer of sweat forming on his skin.

Relishing in the intimacy that the position provides, Billy tenderly strokes the tired muscles in one of Dom’s firm thighs, attempting to soothe the ache as he eagerly rolls his hips and arches his back, increasing the intensity in which their bodies meet. At the same time, his other hand wraps around Dom’s hard and weeping erection, stroking in a strong, fast rhythm, thumb rubbing in delicate circles across the sensitive tip. Billy knows he’s found the sweet spot inside Dom when he lets out a loud cry of pleasure and suddenly slams himself down hard on Billy’s cock.

One hand holding Billy’s bicep, the other clutching the headboard, Dom loses himself in the intensely erotic sensations, their mouths meeting and parting in deep, fierce, tongue tangling kisses. Whimpering as their bodies thrust faster and harder in a sensuous slide, Dom’s breath is uneven as he wantonly begs Billy profusely for release, his limbs slippery with sweat.

Melting into one another so you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins, Billy lovingly pumps Dom’s cock in a faster tempo, his other hand gripping Dom’s hip to guide and support his wild movements. A few seconds later, Billy’s name tumbles from Dom’s swollen mouth in a ragged scream as he is overcome with relief when at last, he’s rewarded with release, his glittering come spurting across the sweat slicked skin of Billy’s firm belly. His arousal surrounded by the hot, velvet clench of Dom, Billy cries out hoarsely, bringing their aroused bodies together in several passionate thrusts and filling Dom with his slippery warmth.

The overwhelming orgasm steals the last of Dom’s strength, and he sways unsteadily for a few moments before starting to slip bonelessly to one side. Hands darting out and catching Dom before he can fall, Billy’s fingers slide gently around Dom’s ribs as he guides the younger man forward, until Dom’s dark blonde head is resting on Billy’s shoulder, both men completely spent.

“It’s alright, Dommie,” Billy soothes, tenderly kissing his wet hair. “I’ve got you.”

“And I have you,” Dom whispers, unable to speak any louder.

Breath catching, Billy smiles warmly. “Always, my love.”

Limply, Dom murmurs his thanks, pressing a wobbly kiss to Billy’s damp neck. For several minutes there is no talking, breathless panting the only sound in the room.

“Another first,” Billy murmurs with a soft, intimate smile, small fingers sliding gently up and down Dom’s sweaty back in long, soothing caresses.

“Yeah,” Dom sighs weakly, a shiver sliding through his exhausted and sated limbs.

“But not the last, I hope,” Billy adds, meeting Dom’s gaze as he braces his hands on the mattress and slowly pushes himself up. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait until you tell me another fantasy.”

The flash of heat in Dom’s passion-filled eyes is answer enough, and then their lips are meeting in tender and sensual, unhurried kisses.

* * * * *

Moonlight spills across the rumpled coverlet in cool blue lines, illuminating the tangle of heavy limbs beneath, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth. With Dom cradled to his chest, Billy’s gaze drifts lazily around the dimly lit room, the steady rhythm of his lover’s breathing washing over him. Their bodies are tightly entwined, wanting to be as close as possible, even in exhaustion.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Billy asks softly, rubbing his cheek against Dom’s now dry, silky hair.

“I feel so decadent,” Dom replies after considering for a long moment.

“Oh? Why is that?”

“I’ve been naked all day,” Dom states in amazement. “I’ve been completely naked for more than twenty-four hours.”

“Yeah, I noticed that, too.”

Dom can hear the teasing smile in Billy’s voice, and it makes him laugh lightly as he slides his long, elegant fingers through the soft ginger hair covering Billy’s chest, absently playing with a sensitive nipple.

“All we’ve done today is eat, sleep and make love.”

“Don’t forget the kissing,” Billy interjects softly, carding his fingers through Dom’s hair.

“Mmmm, yeah,” Dom replies with a breathy sigh. “The kissing.”

The hours of the quiet Sunday afternoon and early evening have passed while the new lovers lived in a world all their own, greedily indulging in each others touch. Limbs entwined, they explored each other from head to toe, discovering secret places, all while sharing a wide variety of tantalizing kisses. Feathery, tickling ones were placed at the nape of Dom’s neck while Billy’s nimble hands eagerly memorized the sleek muscles of Dom’s slender back, all the way down to his lovely arse. Other kisses made him giggle because they tickled, like the ones to the backs of his knees and the instep of his feet. Billy didn’t stop until every last inch of Dom’s beautiful, lithe body had been kissed. Twice. Another first.

At Dom’s shy request, they cuddled face to face, sharing deep, wet, passionate kisses that left Dom breathless and aching with need. Then, a short while later, they were touching intimately, fingers wrapped around hard erections, stroking each other to a blissful release, gazing into each others eyes and watching the intense pleasure wash over their aroused bodies. Another first. And then they were kissing again, slow, lazy exchanges, fingers trailing over bare, sated flesh, until sheer exhaustion pulled them into the welcoming arms of sleep.

Dom had awoken to Billy’s sweet, cherubic mouth feasting on his belly button, nibbling, licking and sucking the sensitive flesh until Dom begged him to stop, and then begged him for release. Of course, Billy was more than happy to comply. Not surprisingly, dinner was eaten in bed, and clothing was strictly forbidden.

“Sounds like a perfect day to me,” Billy replies with a contented sigh, kissing Dom’s hair. “But I know that any day with you is going to be wonderful, Dommie.”

“Bills, we barely left this room,” Dom states incredulously. “Or this bed, for that matter.”

“This is true,” Billy agrees, his tone lazy and content, one hand sliding down to Dom’s wrist, caressing the ring of black leather. “I really like these, by the way. I’m not sure if I told you that.”

“Oh, I figured you did, the way you were touching them the night I came home,” Dom replies with a soft laugh. “And then you brushed my hair out of my eyes.”

“The leather really suits you,” Billy adds. “The rings. Your nails, too. They all draw attention to your gorgeous hands.”

“Thank you,” Dom says quietly, touched that Billy is so taken with the small accessories that are important to him. Of course. Why wouldn’t he be? He’s Billy.

“Dommie?”

“Yeah?”

Pausing for a moment, Billy gnaws on his lower lip as he strokes the length of Dom’s spine in a gentle, comforting caress. “Have you considered talking to somebody about what happened? A professional, I mean?”

“Not really,” Dom admits. “Though Viggo did mention that talking to someone might help.”

“You told him?” Billy asks in surprise.

“No,” Dom replies quickly. “He meant talking about moving away from the street and into a new life. I think he knew there was a lot I wasn’t saying, but he didn’t push. Part of me knew he was right, but I just couldn’t even consider telling anyone.”

“I understand,” Billy says lovingly, fingers tangling in Dom’s hair again, gently rubbing his head. “It’s very painful for you.”

“You’re the only one who knows, Bills,” Dom adds softly. “The only one.”

“Thank you for your trust,” Billy whispers tenderly. “It’s a very precious gift.”

Dom quietly sighs. “Right back at you, Bills.”

“So will you think about it?” Billy requests gently. “For me? I think it might help.”

“Okay. I’ll think about it,” Dom promises.

A soft kiss is pressed to Dom’s forehead. “Thank you, love.”

“Hey, do you know that I haven’t spent a night in my own bed since I got back from Manchester?” Dom asks, only moments after realizing it himself. “I’ve been in your room or your bed every night since I got home. I haven’t even unpacked yet.”

“I like to think of it as our room now,” Billy says in a low voice. “Our bed.”

A long, quiet moment passes as the words sink in, and then Dom is pulling back so their eyes can meet.

“Bills? Did you just ask me to move in with you?” Dom asks, eyes widening. “As in, us living together? In this room?”

Although he tries hard, Billy can’t hide the nervousness in his gaze, even in the low light.

“I don’t want to pressure you, Dommie,” Billy says awkwardly, his voice trembling ever so slightly. “I just want you to know that, well, when you’re ready, I’m here. I want to be close to you. I don’t want you to be a visitor in this room. This bed. I want it to be our room, our bed, our life, but I understand, okay? I know a lot has happened, especially today, and I don’t want you to feel that I’m going to force you into anything that you’re not ready for. I’ll wait, Dommie. Really. I’ll wait for as long as it takes. You should take your time. I love you, so much. I’ll-

Billy’s seemingly endless ramble is finally cut off when Dom cups Billy’s pixie face in his hands and pulls him in for a long, wet, tongue tangling, mind melting kiss that seems to go on forever. When they finally part, Billy’s cheeks are flushed and he’s gasping for breath.

“Can I say yes now?” Dom asks, gazing deeply into Billy’s deep green eyes.

Billy’s jaw drops. “Dommie-”

“I want to. I really do,” Dom interrupts. “I don’t want to be a visitor either. I want to stay right here.”

“Are you sure?” Billy whispers. “It’s okay if you want to take it slow. I understand. Really, I do.”

“What am I going to do, Bills?” Dom asks with a sweet smile. “Spend my nights in your arms and then go back to my room to get dressed in the morning? No. Now, I can’t promise that I won’t get scared or fuck up sometimes. I can’t promise that I won’t be a cranky bastard some mornings or that we won’t occasionally fight over stupid shite, but- I want to try. I want to be close to you, too.”

“What have I always told you, Dommie?” Billy inquires, grinning joyfully as he looks into Dom’s expressive, blue-grey eyes. “I don’t expect you to be perfect. I just want you to be happy.”

“Will you tell me what you see in our future?” Dom asks shyly, not hiding the vulnerability in his eyes or his voice. “How you see us?”

“I want to take you to the park on Sundays in the summer,” Billy says, placing a feathery kiss to each of Dom’s cheeks. “I want to bring a picnic, lie on a blanket under a tree, kiss your beautiful lips, play with your hair, and feed you strawberries. And then I want to bring you home, so we can make love in our bed with the sunshine on your bare skin.”

Blushing deeply, Dom smiles gently. “You’re such a romantic, Bills.”

“When it comes to you, Dommie, I am,” Billy agrees. “What do you say?”

“It’s a date,” Dom vows softly before bringing their mouths together for a tender kiss. “Anything else?”

“I want to take long, hot baths with you,” Billy murmurs, a shiver sliding through his body. “I want to soak in bubbles with you in my arms, wet, slippery and naked. And I want to take a lot more showers with you.”

“Bubbles?” Dom repeats with a playful giggle, nuzzling Billy’s cheek with his nose. “Sounds like fun.”

“I want to bring you flowers and chocolate, and not just on Valentine’s day. I want to make love to you all night in front of a roaring fire,” Billy continues, unashamed at the way his voice is wavering with emotion. “As soon as I can figure out a way for us to be comfortable on the living room floor.”

“I appreciate that,” Dom says with a smile, touched by all the things Billy has already thought of as part of their future together. “What else do you want?”

“I want you to meet my sister, Maggie. I want to take you to Glasgow and show you where I grew up,” Billy replies, almost shyly. “If you want to.”

“Absolutely,” Dom says quickly. “And I want to take you to Manchester. Meet my Mum and Dad. My brother, Matt. The relatives.”

A long moment passes, the new couple content to lay quietly and look deeply into each others eyes.

“You will always be safe with me, Dommie,” Billy vows. "I promise that I’ll never leave your side.”

“I know that, Bills,” Dom replies, his gaze warm and intimate. “You’ve shown me that so many times, I’ve lost count.”

“I want to spend every single day of my life with you, Dommie,” Billy finishes, his eyes shining, small hands stroking Dom’s bare skin. “I just need you to let me love you.”

“I think I can do that,” Dom says softly, his eyes alight with uninhibited joy.

* * * * *

“Are you sure you were warm enough last night, Dommie?” Billy asks in a low voice, pressing a kiss to the rosy love bruise on Dom’s neck. “I wouldn’t want you to get sick or catch a cold.”

“Bills, you’re practically a furnace,” Dom replies with a soft sigh. “I’m going to have to ice you down in the summer.”

Moaning at the thought, Billy snuggles closer, nudging Dom’s jean clad thighs to open a little wider. Letting his head fall to one side, Dom whimpers pleasantly and reaches back to brace himself as Billy’s soft lips trail a line of tender kisses down his throat. Almost sprawled on top of Billy’s messy desk, the lovers exchange passionate kisses, forgetting everything around them and focusing on each other.

“Watch the fangs there, tiger,” Dom says with a giggle when Billy tugs down the collar of his t-shirt and nips at his collarbone.

“Sorry,” Billy murmurs hotly. “You just taste so good.”

“Which explains why I ended up on the kitchen table during breakfast this morning,” Dom replies with an intimate laugh, gasping when Billy’s hand finds a nipple though the cotton of his t-shirt and begins rubbing it in a seductive rhythm.

“That reminds me, we need to buy you a desk,” Billy says, nibbling on Dom’s ear, tongue flicking out to tease the fleshy lobe.

“Huh? What?”

Dom wants to be more articulate, but lust is making his brain foggy, and forming words difficult as Billy’s tantalizing fingers and sweet mouth overwhelm him with pleasure.

“You can’t keep using the coffee table as your place to study,” Billy explains, hands lazily drifting down to Dom’s narrow hips, tugging and toying with the belt loops of his denims. “You’re going back to school. You need a real desk with a comfortable chair and proper light.”

“Where would we put it?” Dom asks breathlessly, biting down on his lower lip for a moment when Billy laps teasingly at the pulse in his neck.

“Your old room. After we move the bureau into our room, there’ll be lots of space in there. We could turn it into a place to study, just for you, so you can concentrate,” Billy says, pressing a soft kiss to the hollow of Dom’s throat. “What do you think?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“You’re not going to fight me on this?” Billy asks, genuinely surprised, expecting Dom to protest at the cost involved.

“Let’s just say there are other things I’d rather be doing right now than argue,” Dom replies impishly. “Like kissing.”

“Oh, Dommie,” Billy moans, diving into Dom’s arms and laying him out on his back on the desk, their lips parting eagerly so tongues can meet in hot, wet kisses, hands roaming endlessly as they writhe against one another.

“We are not having sex on this desk,” Dom pants breathlessly between kisses, struggling to push himself up off the wide, flat surface, covered in stacks of file folders and pieces of paper. “The shop is open, Bills. Anyone could come in and see us.”

“Right.” Pulling back and shaking his head in an attempt to regain control, Billy’s eyes feast hungrily on the patch of skin where Dom’s t-shirt has ridden up and exposed several inches of mouthwatering flesh, including his belly button. Smothering a groan, Billy presses firmly between Dom’s denim clad thighs, erections rubbing together as small fingers pet the warm skin, thumb dipping into Dom’s navel. “And if it were closed?” he asks in a low, seductive voice.

“Don’t tease me,” Dom moans desperately before wrapping his arms around Billy and hungrily pulls their mouths back together.

Guiding Dom’s leg up so it’s wrapped around his waist, Billy rocks his hips against Dom’s, desperate to be closer. When Dom whimpers at the sensation, Billy slyly moves a hand between their bodies, cupping Dom through the denim and increasing the friction.

“Billy,” Dom pants breathlessly, fingers carding through Billy’s ginger hair. “Oh God. Billy-”

“What, love?” Billy replies, voice muffled as his rosy, cherubic lips suck gently on the tendon in Dom’s slender neck, small hand working faster.

“I-I have to-” Dom trails off with a ragged groan. “Fuck, I can’t think when you’re doing that, Bills.”

“You have to what?” Billy asks huskily, not letting up for an instant.

Giving his head a shake, Dom tries again. “I-”

“He’s trying to tell you he has to go to school,” Mark offers dryly, interrupting the private moment as he hangs his jacket on the coat rack just inside the door of Billy’s office. “And that unless he leaves very soon, he’s going to be late for his first day.”

Leaping apart like they’ve touched a hot oven, Billy and Dom both flush a deep crimson, scrambling to push clothes back into place and make themselves presentable.

“Good morning,” Billy manages to say after clearing his throat, hiding his rather prominent erection behind Dom’s bent knee.

“Morning,” Mark replies with nod. “I’ll just get to work, putting out those books that came in on Saturday, yeah?”

“Sounds good.”

Turning on his heel, Mark walks out of the room, leaving the two men staring at one another, realizing that they’ve just been caught red handed.

“Well, I guess we don’t have to worry about telling Mark about us,” Billy says with a smile, leaning in and kissing Dom’s rosy cheek. “Do we?”

“No, I guess not,” Dom agrees, returning Billy’s smile.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Mark says, poking his head back into the room, an amused grin turning up the corners of his mouth at the way Billy and Dom are gazing lustily at each other, just inches from kissing. “It’s about bloody time you two finally got together.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Billy murmurs, wrapping Dom up in his arms, noses rubbing together playfully.

“Dom?” Mark calls as he walks away, breaking the spell. “You really are going to be late.”

“I have to go, Bills,” Dom says regretfully, pressing a quick kiss to Billy’s cheek.

“Yeah, I know,” Billy sighs, loosening his grip and allowing Dom to stand up.

Picking up his books from the chair and gathering them in his arms, Dom adds, “But I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Dom, wait,” Billy says, reaching under his desk and producing a black backpack with blue trim that matches Dom’s eyes. “For you. It’s a ‘going back to school’ present. I was going to wrap it yesterday, but-”

“You were busy?” Dom finishes with a laugh.

“Very.”

Their lips meet in a long, lingering kiss before Dom whimpers and pulls away, quickly drawing on his puffy, down jacket and tucking his books into his new present. Hands clasped and fingers laced, Billy walks Dom to the back entrance, pulling him close again, before he can open the door.

“Good luck, love,” Billy murmurs against Dom’s cheek and then kissing him. “Have a great time.”

“Thank you. I’ll try,” Dom promises.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Silently, Billy watches as Dom gets into the car and drives away, blowing a kiss and waving one last time before he disappears around the corner. Almost floating, Billy closes and locks the door before walking back into the shop, a soft, intimate smile gracing his bow shaped lips.

“If I walk in on the two of you having sex in your office, I quit,” Mark warns, giving Billy a knowing look. “I’m not kidding.”

“I think that’s fair,” Billy replies with a grin. A moment later he ducks into his office, only to reemerge, wearing his jacket.

“Where are you going?” Mark asks.

“To buy a lock for the office door,” Billy says with an impish grin, his eyes sparkling happily. “Just in case.”

Mark’s light laughter follows Billy as he slips out of the book shop, into the sunshine and the brisk morning. There is a bounce in Billy’s step as he makes his way down the sidewalk, a blissful smile lighting up his face.

* * * * *

Epilogue will be posted tomorrow.

Yes, there’s an Epilogue, because my Muse insisted. Amazingly enough, I managed not to say anything until now. I’m still shocked by that. So, surprise!

Forgive me?

Epilogue

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