Next!

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Title: Next!
Author: light_the_sky76
Rating: R
Feedback: Loved and adored
Disclaimer: When did you last see Billy as you were sending a letter?
Summary: AU. Billy works in a post office and Dom wants to buy some stamps, amongst other things.
A/N: Writen for indigo_blind after a conversation about silly AUs (since she works for Royal Mail the thought of Billy and Dom at it in a post office made her speak *g*) and posted because she isn't feeling very well. *puts kettle on for tea*



"Cashier number two please."

The light above the cashier's station flashed its white plastic light as a beacon to guide the next customer. An old lady with a voluminous leather handbag and a pension book tottered up to the counter, and everyone else in the queue moved forwards three steps and waited.

The queue snaked around the post office, through the plastic borders set up to direct the flow of traffic, past exhibits declaring the Royal Mail's usefulness and reliability, and around the displays of greeting cards and envelopes in every size from large to small.

"Cashier number six please."

The automated voice rang out again, the queue moved forward again, and the people in the line waited again.

Dom had a padded envelope and a packet of party invitations in his hand, he had nothing to send and no party to arrange but he did want to reach the front of the queue. Billy was working on the cashier's desk that day. He'd called Dom earlier complaining about the ugly polyester uniform and the grumpy customers he was bound to encounter during his shift, "It's not my fault that Auntie Doreen's birthday card won't arrive in Australia tomorrow, it goes by airmail not space shuttle mail!"

"Cashier number one please."

This time a middle-aged man with an oddly shaped package stepped forward. Dom usually hated queuing. He resented the time it took – the minutes wasted standing and shuffling and sighing and shifting his weight from foot to foot.

The muted echoes of murmured conversations and the stamp-stamp of paperwork being dated rebounded off the low beige ceiling. Dom was almost past the Change Your Holiday Currency Here poster and would soon be able to see where Billy was sitting. He liked Billy's uniform, he thought the navy blue trousers and checked shirt made him look young and innocent. He had tried, unsuccessfully so far, to convince Billy to wear the uniform as part of a game. A game where Dom corrupted the young and innocent cashier, removing one polyester item at a time. Dom had done his best to try and make Billy consent; he'd tried persuasion, bribes and pouting but Billy would not be swayed. "Royal Mail checked shirts and shagging should not mix, Dominic."

But Dom was determined. He would see those unflattering navy trousers pooled around Billy's ankles come hell or high water.

Dom had a new plan. He would stand in the queue of customers and flirt and tease Billy until he was hot and frustrated enough to leave his shift and head home in record time.

"Cashier number four please."

Shuffle, step, shuffle. Dom could see Billy now. He was in on the last desk in the row dealing with a woman with a baby in a striped buggy. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone revealing a tantalising glimpse chest hair. Dom grinned to himself, the game was on.

He stared at Billy, hard and relentlessly, knowing that if his gaze stayed steady long enough Billy would soon start to feel the prickle along the back of his neck that comes when one is being watched. Billy was busy counting the Buggy Woman's money and sticking stamps and labels on her envelopes but his head did lift from the counter and he met Dom's eye.

Three emotions flashed across his features in quick succession, surprise, confusion and anxiety.

"Cashier number one please"

Dom liked that Billy was on edge, wondering and worrying about what he was going to do. The Buggy Woman finished paying and left, leaving Dom with an unobstructed view. He winked. Pretending not to have noticed Billy turned away and pressed the button that announced he was free for the next customer.

"Cashier number five please"

Another old lady with another huge bag stepped up to Billy's window and pulled half a dozen envelopes from her handbag. Dom felt a surge of triumph as Billy tried to focus on her but kept glancing up to see where Dom was in the queue. Every time Billy cast a look in Dom's direction Dom would smile, or wink, or raise and eyebrow conspiratorially

Billy said that he always knew when Dom was thinking about sex, which he insisted was most of the time, Dom didn't argue. He said there was something in Dom's eyes and his stance and the air around him that told him just what Dom was thinking. He even said there had been times when Dom was in another room and Billy could still tell what he was thinking.

He was pretending not to see Dom's looks, but Dom noticed that he had to count the old ladies change three times, and he was shifting restlessly on his chair.

"Cahier number three please."

Dom was near the front of the line with only a student with a handful of phone cards between him and the first place. If he was lucky someone else would serve the student and he could go to Billy's window. Billy looked over to see where he was and Dom used the opportunity to stretch upwards as though he was loosening the muscles in his shoulders lifting the fabric of his T shirt up so that his taunt stomach muscles were visible to anyone who happened to be looking.

The look Billy gave him clearly said, "Brazen hussy".

Yes, the heavens were smiling on him, the student went to the desk at the other end of the row so, "Cashier number five please" it was Dom's turn at Billy's counter.

"Can I help you?" Billy asked in his most professional tone.

"I'd like to buy these please." Dom shoved the invites and envelope through the gap in the glass. "And also," he leant forwards and dropped his voice, "Also, I wanted to tell you that I've been thinking about you all day, about you in that uniform, about the things I want to do to you when you wear that uniform."

Ignoring him, Billy rang up Dom's purchases.

Dom's voice dropped lower, to a deep seductive tone. "I've been thinking about all the places I wanted to touch you, taste you. I've been thinking about undoing those navy blue buttons and kissing each patch of skin I uncover. I've been thinking about the freckle you have on your right hip and how I'd like to trace it with my fingers and I've been thinking about that place when your neck meets your shoulder and what noises you'd make if I kissed it."

"That will be £2.49 please." The words came out at slightly high pitch to the one Billy usually used.

"About how I'd like to unzip those trousers and push them down so I can take you in to my mouth until you are filling me and suck you until your knees buckle."

"Will that be all?" Billy, a red flush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks, passed a bag with Dom's purchases in though to him.

"Can I have a book of first class stamps please?" Dom answered in his usual voice, then dropped his tone again, "Then I would spread you out on the bed and fuck you until we were both moaning and writhing and couldn't tell when one of us ended and the other began.

"Would you like a book of twelve stamps or six?" Billy wiped at the sweat gathering on his top lip.

"A book of six please." Billy handed them to him with shaking hands.

"I know you want that too. For me to make you buck and arch and come. Both hands gripping onto the bed post and your legs wrapped around my hips pulling me in deeper."

Billy looked up and met Dom's eye. "Dom."

"Thank for the stamps." Dom winked, turned and walked out of the door




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"DOMINIC!" Billy burst into the house. "Where are you, you bastard?"

Billy found Dom in the bedroom where Dom had been purposely loitering since Billy's shift ended. Location, location, location after all.

"Is there something amiss Bills?" Dom arranged his face into his Innocent As A Baby expression and batted his eyes.

"I can't believe you did that! You…you…you…" Billy struggled to find the perfect abusive term.

"I was only being honest." The innocent expression stayed exactly where it was, "I did want to do all those things to you, I still do. Don't you? You can't tell me you haven't been thinking about it all afternoon."

"I have. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to calculate the price of sending a letter to Taiwan when you are thinking about the things you can do with your tongue?"

"Oh dear," Innocent shifted to sympathetic and Dom moved closer to Billy to pat him gently on the shoulder, "sounds terrible."

"It was." Billy was unconvincing; and Dom was unconvinced.

It had worked, Billy was hot and angry and looking and Dom with wide eyes and a sly smile just tugging on his lips. There would be no better time to indulge his Innocent Cashier fantasy. He brushed Billy's lips with his own. "Terrible."

Dom kissed Billy again, nudging Billy's lips with his tongue. Billy opened his mouth and Dom used his tongue to tease and spar. Billy tasted like tea and mints, and the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow brushed against Dom's jaw. He snaked a hand into Dom's hair and pressed them harder together.

The kiss went on and on, deepening, building, becoming more urgent until Billy hummed deep in his throat and Dom's skin tingled and Billy's polyester shirt was bunched up in the fist of his left hand.

Breaking away for a moment Billy whispered, "Terrible," Then pulled Dom in for another kiss.


As it turned out Royal Mail checked shirts and shagging mixed very well indeed. The buttons slipped open easily, the fastenings on the trousers could be undone with one hand, and the uniform made a pleasant colour-coordinated pile of fabric on the floor and the end of the bed.