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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 2nd, 2006 12:00 pm)Title: Forgive Me - 6/8
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Thanks tofrojane for the beta and encouragement.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
Warning: ANGST in this part.
Previous (unrelated) Parts: 1-Fight | 2-Ending | 3-Accident | 4-Timing | 5-Mistake
6 - Deny
Shifting, Billy’s eyes flutter open for a few seconds, and then he snuggles into the warmth in front of him. It’s still dark out, and Dom is sleeping heavily, with Billy’s arm wrapped possessively around his bare waist. Inhaling the heavy aroma of sex on Dom’s soft, golden skin, and the salty air of the ocean flowing through the open patio door, Billy nuzzles his nose into the nape of Dom’s slender neck, closing his eyes and recalling all that has happened this week.
It stared off innocently enough, just a week long visit to Hawaii to see Dom, now that he’s all settled in his house, and the show is doing well. Both have moved on to new relationships, Billy with Ali, and rumors are flying all over the internet about Dom and Evey. The fact that Dom and Billy have remained friends, best mates, after ending their love affair in New Zealand, is important to both of them. The close bond that formed between them years ago hasn’t faded with time or distance. It’s been more than two years since they were lovers, and there’s never been a problem. Until now.
The day Billy arrives in Oahu for a visit is simple enough. Being able to pick Billy up at the airport is a rare treat for Dom, since his shooting schedule can be quite demanding at times. Because of Billy’s long flights, they opt to spend a quiet evening at Dom’s beach house, just sitting and talking, drinking beer and eating Thai takeaway. When Billy’s eyelids start to droop, Dom decides to call it a night, leading a sleepy and yawning Billy to the guest room so that he can get some much needed rest. They’ve got all week. They can talk more tomorrow.
All is well until a little after one in the morning. Unable to sleep with Billy so near, Dom gets tired of tossing and turning in his large, normally comfortable bed, finally flipping back the coverlet and getting up. He’s standing in the living room, staring out at the lanai and moonlit beach, listening to the ocean, when Billy’s Scottish lilt, raspy with sleep, interrupts the quiet, asking Dom why is awake. When Dom merely shrugs noncommittally, Billy takes him by the hand and leads him back to Dom’s bed. Dom is about to protest when Billy climbs in next to him, and they curl up together, Dom sprawled on his belly with Billy’s hand resting against the small of his bare back, like they did hundreds of times while they were filming Rings. There is comfort in the familiar position, and both drop off to sleep quickly.
At first, Billy thinks it’s the soothing, rhythmic sound of the ocean that pulls him from sleep, and the light breeze flowing through the patio door that Dom apparently left open when he went to bed. Then he realizes that it’s Dom’s breathy whispers of enjoyment that have woken him up. Billy’s not sure who made the first move, but when he opens his eyes, Dom’s pajama pants are gone, leaving him starkers, and Billy is stretching his entrance with three, small, slicked fingers. Before his brain can process what is happening, Billy’s other hand is shoving his boxers down to his knees, and he’s pushing past the tight ring of muscle to fill Dom, his face buried in the back of Dom’s slender neck. It’s overwhelming and intense, like their first time, all those years ago, and it feels more hot and wonderful than Billy had allowed himself to remember.
They rock together almost silently at first, Dom’s breath catching on several occasions, as Billy slides deeper inside of him, inch by inch, stretching him wide. The movements are slow and gentle until Billy’s hand wraps around Dom’s hard cock, and then everything changes. A guttural moan of pleasure slips past Dom’s lips as Billy thrusts in to the hilt, and then he mewls in distress when Billy pulls back. Wanting more, Dom reaches blindly behind him to grab Billy’s hip and pulls hard, slamming their bodies together. Shoving himself onto Billy’s hard cock and then thrusting into Billy’s tight fist repeatedly, harder and faster, it isn’t long until Dom is crying out breathlessly, his hot come flowing over Billy’s small fingers as he falls limp in Billy’s embrace.
Desperate and aching for release now, Billy rolls Dom onto his stomach, quickly nudging up Dom’s left knee to give him better access. Holding Dom firmly at shoulder and hip, Billy thrusts into the tight heat of Dom’s arse as deep as he can, completely lost in his urgent need to be as close to Dom as possible, and to come inside him. Unlike their past encounters, Billy’s movements are rough and erratic as their bodies rut together, overwhelming desire taking precedent over finesse. Golden skin slick with sweat, Dom doesn’t seem to mind, body limp as a rag doll, with the exception of his hands, clutching his pillow and whimpering Billy’s name into the softness, completely submissive.
With one final, hard thrust, Billy lets himself go, filling Dom with hot pulses of his warmth as he collapses, panting against the damp, salty skin between Dom’s tanned shoulder blades. Long minutes later, when Billy finally regains his strength and pulls back and out of Dom’s lithe, sated body, there is no reaction to the separation. Dom appears to have fallen back to sleep. Too exhausted to move any further, Billy sinks into the pillow next to the sleeping man, hand firmly cupping Dom’s hip, his chin resting on Dom’s shoulder.
In a few hours, the jet lag is hitting Billy hard, and he barely reacts when Dom’s alarm clock on the nightstand buzzes, shattering the peaceful silence. Distantly, Billy feels Dom slip away from his side, and he shivers at the loss of heat, burrowing under the coverlet to keep warm. He doesn’t hear the shower run in Dom’s loo, smell the coffee wafting from the kitchen, or notice when Dom leaves the beach house to go to set.
It’s nearing eleven o’clock when Billy finally opens his eyes, and realizes that last night wasn’t just a vivid dream. He’s naked, in Dom’s bed. It really happened. The feeling of Dom is all over Billy, and the musky aroma of sex in the room is unmistakable. Despite taking a long, hot shower and laundering the sheets, an uneasy feeling remains, lodged firmly in his belly. Billy spends the rest of the day wandering around the house and down to the beach, trying to distract himself, to figure what he’s going to say when Dom comes home. How is he going to explain and apologize for crossing that line in their friendship? Hypersensitive to sound, Billy tenses and rises from the couch when he hears Dom’s car pull into the driveway just before half seven.
In the end, words fail both of them. When Dom walks through the front door, exhaling a nervous breath and nearly trips over Billy, the excuse is on the tip of his tongue, an absolution for the mistake they made. It won’t happen again. Before Dom can utter a single syllable, he’s being pressed firmly against the wall, and Billy’s pointy tongue is buried deep in his sweet, tantalizing mouth, Billy’s small nose rubbing against Dom’s scruffy beard.
Hands frantically push clothing aside, ripping the fabric away to expose warm, bare skin. In a matter of moments, both are completely naked, eagerly clutching at one another as hands roam, desperately searching out intimate places. Nibbling and sucking hungrily at the slender column of Dom’s neck, marking him, Billy utters a hoarse request, his hard arousal pressing urgently against Dom’s quivering belly. Whimpering and almost falling into Billy’s arms, Dom breathlessly gives his consent.
It turns out that the bedroom is too far away, and they only make it as far as the kitchen table, Dom hastily grabbing a bottle of olive oil from the shelf for lubricant. This time is nothing like last night, mouths fusing together, tongues tangling hungrily as they feast on each others bodies, hands eagerly exploring. One hand gripping the edge of the table to keep from sliding off of it, Dom jerks his narrow hips up wantonly, moaning and panting at the sensation as Billy repeatedly thrusts hard into the tight, velvet heat of his arse with long, deep strokes. Finally, with a ragged cry, Billy pushes in to the hilt and lets himself go, filling Dom with his hot release, and then he’s pulling out, causing Dom’s eyes flash wide in shock.
Tears stinging and breath catching in his throat, Dom reaches for Billy, desperation overwhelming him. It is short lived, however, as Billy slides his warm, wet tongue down the length of Dom’s lovely, lithe body while his small hand begins to quickly pump Dom’s throbbing and weeping cock. Down Dom’s smooth chest, Billy’s hot mouth travels, teasing both nipples into hard peaks with his sharp teeth, tongue tasting the salty sweat over Dom’s ribs, and then thrusting the pointy tip of his tongue into Dom’s sensitive belly button. Hands fisting Billy’s tousled, ginger hair to keep him close, Dom cries out loudly, shamelessly begs him not to stop, hips rocking into Billy’s tight fist.
Forcing his eyes open, Dom watches as Billy settles his face between Dom’s firm, splayed thighs and swallows his swollen cock all the way to the root. Sliding two small fingers into Dom’s slicked arse, Billy bobs his head quickly, sucking hard and pressing down with his fingertips, stroking the tiny bundle of sensitive nerves inside Dom. Screaming in ecstasy, Dom bucks and flails wildly as he comes fiercely, shooting long pulses down Billy’s throat. Sprawling limply on the table, utterly spent, Dom gazes blissfully up at Billy’s intensely satisfied face as he pants for breath, and then everything fades away.
Dom’s not sure how they end up in the shower, or how long they are there. One moment he’s on the kitchen table, trembling violently from powerful aftershocks of his orgasm, and then he’s under a hot spray, cradled tenderly to Billy’s warm and furry chest. He feels Billy’s small fingers gently wash away the mess of oil and come from between the round cheeks of his arse as his head rests limply on Billy’s damp shoulder. Then he’s being tucked into his bed, made up with freshly laundered sheets, Billy drawing the longs strands of his damp hair off his face and stroking them until they’re dry and silky. When Dom wakes from a short nap, boxes of Chinese takeaway are sitting on the bed and Billy is propped up on pillows next to him, maneuvering chopsticks to guide a piece of honey garlic spare ribs to his lovely, bow shaped lips. Bare, sated skin pressed together, they share the leisurely meal and then settle in to watch television. Dom falls asleep again part way though the movie, cuddled up in Billy’s embrace, listening to his heartbeat, their legs entwined.
On one hand, there seems to be so much to say, but then again, maybe it’s better if they don’t talk about it. The hard truth of the outside world will invade soon enough, there’s no denying that. They can’t stop time from moving forward. Why invite the sad reality to join them any sooner than is absolutely necessary? Why not keep the fantasy as long as possible?
The next five days pass in similar fashion, passionate, rampant sex taking place all over the beach house, in every conceivable location. Overcome with need, Billy pins Dom against the smooth tiles in the shower one night, after Dom gets home from set, and then again on the coffee table in the living room, the boxes of takeaway Thai shoved carelessly to the floor. One evening at sunset, they end up on the lanai, a light breeze ruffling Dom’s sun kissed hair as he enthusiastically takes Billy’s swollen cock into his hot mouth. Sucking hard and fast, and then slow and gentle, Dom draws the intimate pleasure out for as long as possible before suddenly straddling Billy’s hips and sinking down onto his hard cock, rocking their aroused bodies together and rewarding them both with release.
They even do it on the beach one night, not far from shore, when the moon is high in the sky, kissing long and deep, bodies moving together in the rhythm of the waves. Bending Dom’s lithe, slender body into innumerable positions, some familiar and some new, Billy brings Dom to the point of begging, almost sobbing for release, over and over again, their aching bodies slamming together until they are too exhausted to move. Every single night they fall asleep in each others arms, bathed in the heady aroma of sex, and every morning Dom rises, reluctantly leaving Billy’s warmth, and going to work. It even happens in Dom’s dressing room when Billy visits Dom on the ‘LOST’ set one afternoon.
Bouncing naked on Billy’s lap in the small room, Dom covers his mouth with one hand in an attempt to muffle his loud moans of pleasure, the other clutching Billy’s pale shoulder for balance, unintentionally bruising the pale flesh. As his hands roam eagerly over the silky soft skin of Dom’s tanned, slender body, Billy’s cherubic lips slide across Dom’s smooth chest to find a stiff, rosy nipple. Taking the tight nub between his sharp teeth, Billy bites down, just hard enough to bring Dom to a violent climax as he comes hard inside Dom. Eyes drowsy with desire, Billy watches Dom coat his stomach with his slippery, glittering release, and then fall forward to sag weakly in Billy’s arms, almost boneless, craving Billy’s comforting touch, and receiving it.
Before they know it, it’s their last day together. Billy’s flight back to Scotland is the next morning. The sex is even more ferocious and intense that night, Billy leaving dark, fingertip bruises on Dom’s hips and shoulders, Dom moaning loudly and raking his fingernails down Billy’s sweaty back as their bodies slam together passionately. Completely spent and limp, Dom sprawls on the bed on his stomach, panting heavily against the sheets, whimpering and then sighing softly with relief when Billy gently spoons their sated bodies together and wraps an arm possessively around Dom’s slender waist to stay close. Eyelids heavy as he feels Billy’s warm breath against his neck, Dom lets sleep take him.
The sun is breaking the horizon when Billy reluctantly loosens his hold on Dom, tenderly rubbing his nose into the curve of Dom’s neck and kissing the soft, salty skin. Silently, he rises and quietly gets dressed, not wanting to wash the scent of Dom off his body. Finally, Billy can’t put it off any longer. His suitcase is packed and the taxi has been called. It’s time to go. Carefully perching on the mattress beside Dom, Billy leans down and presses a tender kiss to Dom’s cheek, his breath catching as excess moisture gathers at the corners of his eyes.
Billy can’t make himself wake Dom and try to explain why he has to leave after all they’ve shared this week. He can’t bear to look into Dom’s sweet face, say goodbye, and watch his expressive, beautiful eyes fill with hot, salty tears. Not again. Not like when they ended things years ago. Knowing that the denial of his feelings for Dom, every single day, is hurting Dom, over and over, is nearly unbearable for Billy. This can’t happen again. They can’t allow it happen again. It hurts too much. Deep down, Billy is sure that Dom knows this, too. They both knew, from the moment their bodies touched that first night, but neither of them could say no.
“Forgive me,” Billy whispers against Dom’s neck, smothering the shudder that ripples through his body as best he can.
At the doorway, Billy looks back one last time, brushing away the tears rolling down his cheeks, and then slips out of the room. The taxi is sitting at the curb, waiting to take him to the airport, back to Scotland. Back to Ali.
When the front door closes behind Billy with a barely audible click, Dom opens his glistening eyes, listens to the taxi pull away, and then starts to cry.
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7-Weak
OR
A follow up to Deny can be found here. 12-Shame
Author:
dylan_dufresnePairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Thanks to
frojane for the beta and encouragement.Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
Warning: ANGST in this part.
Previous (unrelated) Parts: 1-Fight | 2-Ending | 3-Accident | 4-Timing | 5-Mistake
6 - Deny
Shifting, Billy’s eyes flutter open for a few seconds, and then he snuggles into the warmth in front of him. It’s still dark out, and Dom is sleeping heavily, with Billy’s arm wrapped possessively around his bare waist. Inhaling the heavy aroma of sex on Dom’s soft, golden skin, and the salty air of the ocean flowing through the open patio door, Billy nuzzles his nose into the nape of Dom’s slender neck, closing his eyes and recalling all that has happened this week.
It stared off innocently enough, just a week long visit to Hawaii to see Dom, now that he’s all settled in his house, and the show is doing well. Both have moved on to new relationships, Billy with Ali, and rumors are flying all over the internet about Dom and Evey. The fact that Dom and Billy have remained friends, best mates, after ending their love affair in New Zealand, is important to both of them. The close bond that formed between them years ago hasn’t faded with time or distance. It’s been more than two years since they were lovers, and there’s never been a problem. Until now.
The day Billy arrives in Oahu for a visit is simple enough. Being able to pick Billy up at the airport is a rare treat for Dom, since his shooting schedule can be quite demanding at times. Because of Billy’s long flights, they opt to spend a quiet evening at Dom’s beach house, just sitting and talking, drinking beer and eating Thai takeaway. When Billy’s eyelids start to droop, Dom decides to call it a night, leading a sleepy and yawning Billy to the guest room so that he can get some much needed rest. They’ve got all week. They can talk more tomorrow.
All is well until a little after one in the morning. Unable to sleep with Billy so near, Dom gets tired of tossing and turning in his large, normally comfortable bed, finally flipping back the coverlet and getting up. He’s standing in the living room, staring out at the lanai and moonlit beach, listening to the ocean, when Billy’s Scottish lilt, raspy with sleep, interrupts the quiet, asking Dom why is awake. When Dom merely shrugs noncommittally, Billy takes him by the hand and leads him back to Dom’s bed. Dom is about to protest when Billy climbs in next to him, and they curl up together, Dom sprawled on his belly with Billy’s hand resting against the small of his bare back, like they did hundreds of times while they were filming Rings. There is comfort in the familiar position, and both drop off to sleep quickly.
At first, Billy thinks it’s the soothing, rhythmic sound of the ocean that pulls him from sleep, and the light breeze flowing through the patio door that Dom apparently left open when he went to bed. Then he realizes that it’s Dom’s breathy whispers of enjoyment that have woken him up. Billy’s not sure who made the first move, but when he opens his eyes, Dom’s pajama pants are gone, leaving him starkers, and Billy is stretching his entrance with three, small, slicked fingers. Before his brain can process what is happening, Billy’s other hand is shoving his boxers down to his knees, and he’s pushing past the tight ring of muscle to fill Dom, his face buried in the back of Dom’s slender neck. It’s overwhelming and intense, like their first time, all those years ago, and it feels more hot and wonderful than Billy had allowed himself to remember.
They rock together almost silently at first, Dom’s breath catching on several occasions, as Billy slides deeper inside of him, inch by inch, stretching him wide. The movements are slow and gentle until Billy’s hand wraps around Dom’s hard cock, and then everything changes. A guttural moan of pleasure slips past Dom’s lips as Billy thrusts in to the hilt, and then he mewls in distress when Billy pulls back. Wanting more, Dom reaches blindly behind him to grab Billy’s hip and pulls hard, slamming their bodies together. Shoving himself onto Billy’s hard cock and then thrusting into Billy’s tight fist repeatedly, harder and faster, it isn’t long until Dom is crying out breathlessly, his hot come flowing over Billy’s small fingers as he falls limp in Billy’s embrace.
Desperate and aching for release now, Billy rolls Dom onto his stomach, quickly nudging up Dom’s left knee to give him better access. Holding Dom firmly at shoulder and hip, Billy thrusts into the tight heat of Dom’s arse as deep as he can, completely lost in his urgent need to be as close to Dom as possible, and to come inside him. Unlike their past encounters, Billy’s movements are rough and erratic as their bodies rut together, overwhelming desire taking precedent over finesse. Golden skin slick with sweat, Dom doesn’t seem to mind, body limp as a rag doll, with the exception of his hands, clutching his pillow and whimpering Billy’s name into the softness, completely submissive.
With one final, hard thrust, Billy lets himself go, filling Dom with hot pulses of his warmth as he collapses, panting against the damp, salty skin between Dom’s tanned shoulder blades. Long minutes later, when Billy finally regains his strength and pulls back and out of Dom’s lithe, sated body, there is no reaction to the separation. Dom appears to have fallen back to sleep. Too exhausted to move any further, Billy sinks into the pillow next to the sleeping man, hand firmly cupping Dom’s hip, his chin resting on Dom’s shoulder.
In a few hours, the jet lag is hitting Billy hard, and he barely reacts when Dom’s alarm clock on the nightstand buzzes, shattering the peaceful silence. Distantly, Billy feels Dom slip away from his side, and he shivers at the loss of heat, burrowing under the coverlet to keep warm. He doesn’t hear the shower run in Dom’s loo, smell the coffee wafting from the kitchen, or notice when Dom leaves the beach house to go to set.
It’s nearing eleven o’clock when Billy finally opens his eyes, and realizes that last night wasn’t just a vivid dream. He’s naked, in Dom’s bed. It really happened. The feeling of Dom is all over Billy, and the musky aroma of sex in the room is unmistakable. Despite taking a long, hot shower and laundering the sheets, an uneasy feeling remains, lodged firmly in his belly. Billy spends the rest of the day wandering around the house and down to the beach, trying to distract himself, to figure what he’s going to say when Dom comes home. How is he going to explain and apologize for crossing that line in their friendship? Hypersensitive to sound, Billy tenses and rises from the couch when he hears Dom’s car pull into the driveway just before half seven.
In the end, words fail both of them. When Dom walks through the front door, exhaling a nervous breath and nearly trips over Billy, the excuse is on the tip of his tongue, an absolution for the mistake they made. It won’t happen again. Before Dom can utter a single syllable, he’s being pressed firmly against the wall, and Billy’s pointy tongue is buried deep in his sweet, tantalizing mouth, Billy’s small nose rubbing against Dom’s scruffy beard.
Hands frantically push clothing aside, ripping the fabric away to expose warm, bare skin. In a matter of moments, both are completely naked, eagerly clutching at one another as hands roam, desperately searching out intimate places. Nibbling and sucking hungrily at the slender column of Dom’s neck, marking him, Billy utters a hoarse request, his hard arousal pressing urgently against Dom’s quivering belly. Whimpering and almost falling into Billy’s arms, Dom breathlessly gives his consent.
It turns out that the bedroom is too far away, and they only make it as far as the kitchen table, Dom hastily grabbing a bottle of olive oil from the shelf for lubricant. This time is nothing like last night, mouths fusing together, tongues tangling hungrily as they feast on each others bodies, hands eagerly exploring. One hand gripping the edge of the table to keep from sliding off of it, Dom jerks his narrow hips up wantonly, moaning and panting at the sensation as Billy repeatedly thrusts hard into the tight, velvet heat of his arse with long, deep strokes. Finally, with a ragged cry, Billy pushes in to the hilt and lets himself go, filling Dom with his hot release, and then he’s pulling out, causing Dom’s eyes flash wide in shock.
Tears stinging and breath catching in his throat, Dom reaches for Billy, desperation overwhelming him. It is short lived, however, as Billy slides his warm, wet tongue down the length of Dom’s lovely, lithe body while his small hand begins to quickly pump Dom’s throbbing and weeping cock. Down Dom’s smooth chest, Billy’s hot mouth travels, teasing both nipples into hard peaks with his sharp teeth, tongue tasting the salty sweat over Dom’s ribs, and then thrusting the pointy tip of his tongue into Dom’s sensitive belly button. Hands fisting Billy’s tousled, ginger hair to keep him close, Dom cries out loudly, shamelessly begs him not to stop, hips rocking into Billy’s tight fist.
Forcing his eyes open, Dom watches as Billy settles his face between Dom’s firm, splayed thighs and swallows his swollen cock all the way to the root. Sliding two small fingers into Dom’s slicked arse, Billy bobs his head quickly, sucking hard and pressing down with his fingertips, stroking the tiny bundle of sensitive nerves inside Dom. Screaming in ecstasy, Dom bucks and flails wildly as he comes fiercely, shooting long pulses down Billy’s throat. Sprawling limply on the table, utterly spent, Dom gazes blissfully up at Billy’s intensely satisfied face as he pants for breath, and then everything fades away.
Dom’s not sure how they end up in the shower, or how long they are there. One moment he’s on the kitchen table, trembling violently from powerful aftershocks of his orgasm, and then he’s under a hot spray, cradled tenderly to Billy’s warm and furry chest. He feels Billy’s small fingers gently wash away the mess of oil and come from between the round cheeks of his arse as his head rests limply on Billy’s damp shoulder. Then he’s being tucked into his bed, made up with freshly laundered sheets, Billy drawing the longs strands of his damp hair off his face and stroking them until they’re dry and silky. When Dom wakes from a short nap, boxes of Chinese takeaway are sitting on the bed and Billy is propped up on pillows next to him, maneuvering chopsticks to guide a piece of honey garlic spare ribs to his lovely, bow shaped lips. Bare, sated skin pressed together, they share the leisurely meal and then settle in to watch television. Dom falls asleep again part way though the movie, cuddled up in Billy’s embrace, listening to his heartbeat, their legs entwined.
On one hand, there seems to be so much to say, but then again, maybe it’s better if they don’t talk about it. The hard truth of the outside world will invade soon enough, there’s no denying that. They can’t stop time from moving forward. Why invite the sad reality to join them any sooner than is absolutely necessary? Why not keep the fantasy as long as possible?
The next five days pass in similar fashion, passionate, rampant sex taking place all over the beach house, in every conceivable location. Overcome with need, Billy pins Dom against the smooth tiles in the shower one night, after Dom gets home from set, and then again on the coffee table in the living room, the boxes of takeaway Thai shoved carelessly to the floor. One evening at sunset, they end up on the lanai, a light breeze ruffling Dom’s sun kissed hair as he enthusiastically takes Billy’s swollen cock into his hot mouth. Sucking hard and fast, and then slow and gentle, Dom draws the intimate pleasure out for as long as possible before suddenly straddling Billy’s hips and sinking down onto his hard cock, rocking their aroused bodies together and rewarding them both with release.
They even do it on the beach one night, not far from shore, when the moon is high in the sky, kissing long and deep, bodies moving together in the rhythm of the waves. Bending Dom’s lithe, slender body into innumerable positions, some familiar and some new, Billy brings Dom to the point of begging, almost sobbing for release, over and over again, their aching bodies slamming together until they are too exhausted to move. Every single night they fall asleep in each others arms, bathed in the heady aroma of sex, and every morning Dom rises, reluctantly leaving Billy’s warmth, and going to work. It even happens in Dom’s dressing room when Billy visits Dom on the ‘LOST’ set one afternoon.
Bouncing naked on Billy’s lap in the small room, Dom covers his mouth with one hand in an attempt to muffle his loud moans of pleasure, the other clutching Billy’s pale shoulder for balance, unintentionally bruising the pale flesh. As his hands roam eagerly over the silky soft skin of Dom’s tanned, slender body, Billy’s cherubic lips slide across Dom’s smooth chest to find a stiff, rosy nipple. Taking the tight nub between his sharp teeth, Billy bites down, just hard enough to bring Dom to a violent climax as he comes hard inside Dom. Eyes drowsy with desire, Billy watches Dom coat his stomach with his slippery, glittering release, and then fall forward to sag weakly in Billy’s arms, almost boneless, craving Billy’s comforting touch, and receiving it.
Before they know it, it’s their last day together. Billy’s flight back to Scotland is the next morning. The sex is even more ferocious and intense that night, Billy leaving dark, fingertip bruises on Dom’s hips and shoulders, Dom moaning loudly and raking his fingernails down Billy’s sweaty back as their bodies slam together passionately. Completely spent and limp, Dom sprawls on the bed on his stomach, panting heavily against the sheets, whimpering and then sighing softly with relief when Billy gently spoons their sated bodies together and wraps an arm possessively around Dom’s slender waist to stay close. Eyelids heavy as he feels Billy’s warm breath against his neck, Dom lets sleep take him.
The sun is breaking the horizon when Billy reluctantly loosens his hold on Dom, tenderly rubbing his nose into the curve of Dom’s neck and kissing the soft, salty skin. Silently, he rises and quietly gets dressed, not wanting to wash the scent of Dom off his body. Finally, Billy can’t put it off any longer. His suitcase is packed and the taxi has been called. It’s time to go. Carefully perching on the mattress beside Dom, Billy leans down and presses a tender kiss to Dom’s cheek, his breath catching as excess moisture gathers at the corners of his eyes.
Billy can’t make himself wake Dom and try to explain why he has to leave after all they’ve shared this week. He can’t bear to look into Dom’s sweet face, say goodbye, and watch his expressive, beautiful eyes fill with hot, salty tears. Not again. Not like when they ended things years ago. Knowing that the denial of his feelings for Dom, every single day, is hurting Dom, over and over, is nearly unbearable for Billy. This can’t happen again. They can’t allow it happen again. It hurts too much. Deep down, Billy is sure that Dom knows this, too. They both knew, from the moment their bodies touched that first night, but neither of them could say no.
“Forgive me,” Billy whispers against Dom’s neck, smothering the shudder that ripples through his body as best he can.
At the doorway, Billy looks back one last time, brushing away the tears rolling down his cheeks, and then slips out of the room. The taxi is sitting at the curb, waiting to take him to the airport, back to Scotland. Back to Ali.
When the front door closes behind Billy with a barely audible click, Dom opens his glistening eyes, listens to the taxi pull away, and then starts to cry.
7-Weak
OR
A follow up to Deny can be found here. 12-Shame
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*heart*
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*hugs*
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Thank you! ;)
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And thank you very much.
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you know i am having a really hard time forgiving anyone in these.
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I can understand the difficulty in forgiving in these situations. I think those are the ones that need it the most, so that people can move forward and try to heal. But it's not easy.
Thank you.
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Thank you so much. They were quite difficult to write, but now I'm glad I did it. Each one makes my chest ache, in a different way, but like you said, it's worth it.
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I'm sorry.
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I'm going to keep a very open mind, and imagine that upon arriving in Scotland, Ali will see the lovely scratch marks left by Dom, and break up with Billy. Relieved, he'll call Dom who'll tell Evey to sod off, they'll move to N.Z. and live happily ever after!!
thank you for the porn with the angst!!! it feels like forever since they've had a good shagging! Let's hear it for the kitchen table!!
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Beautiful - thank you so much.
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Thank you. Glad you're enjoying.
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You're so good.
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Thank you, sweetie.
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Especially loved the kitchen scene!
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Thank you so much.
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Beautiful, sweetie, just beautiful.
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Thank you, hon. I'm glad I wrote all these, but I'm also glad that it's almost over.
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If you're blessed with a gift like their love, you're practically not allowed to give it away! You have to take some risks, make decisions and what have you. Things like this make me furious.
You're always getting me, honey. That is also a gift :)
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I do adore your comments, even if I look like a tomato with hair.
Oh, and wasting the opportunity for love drives me batshite, too.
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If you're lucky enough to find a love like that, you hold on and never let go.
*sniff*
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I completely agree.
*dabs eyes*
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secondly, omg so painful! why deny those feelings, billy? dump the bitch and move to hawaii! ;P
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I do rather like that kitchen table, I must say.
And ita. As I once heard in a movie - True Lies, I think - 'Ditch the bitch!'
Poor boys. I'm so mean to them.