monaboyd | Dessert

Title: Dessert
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R
Summary: A sequel to Hungry. Life is short. Have dessert first.
Feedback: Would be appreciated, as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to

frojane for the beta and nudging me along.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Thanks to

alassenya and

frojane, who put the idea of a sequel in my head. I’ve been trying to finish this fic for a long time, and it’s finally come together. Hope it's been worth the wait.
A/N 2: Dedicated to

aire_blair, who wanted something happy and smutty. Here you are.

Elijah offers a small wave as Billy and Dom step into the hotel lift.

“G’night guys. Hope you feel better tomorrow, Billy,” he says.

Rubbing at his temple, Billy grimaces. “Thanks.”

Eyes cloudy with worry, Dom rests a hand lightly on Billy’s small shoulder, peering inquisitively at him.

Finally, the doors close and for the first time in nearly two, very long hours, Billy and Dom are alone. In the space of a heartbeat, Dom is pushed up against the wall of the lift, Billy’s cherubic lips fusing to his, and a pointy, wicked tongue is sliding eagerly between Dom’s lips as his arms wrap around the younger man’s slender body.

Shoulders shaking with laughter, Dom hungrily kisses Billy back, moaning wantonly into his mouth while threading the long fingers of one hand through Billy’s ginger hair, the other clutching tightly at his waist.

“Jesus Christ, Bills,” he pants when their lips finally part, still wrapped up in each others arms. “You almost had me convinced you were sick.”

“After staring at your sexy mouth for the last two fecking hours? Wanting to kiss you every other second,” Billy murmurs, low and seductive, nuzzling into the smooth column of Dom’s neck, licking and sucking in wild abandon. “Let’s just say I had plenty of incentive to bring the longest meal of my bloody life to an end.”

Laughing again, Dom lets his hands slide down Billy’s narrow back to cup his rather lovely arse and bring their aroused bodies firmly together. To have Billy wrapped around him, kissing and touching him, is like Christmas, New Year’s and a dozen birthdays all at once. His belly is fluttering madly with excitement and anticipation, wondering what Billy is going to do to him next.

“But we didn’t even stay for dessert, Bills,” Dom teases, giving his hips a lazy thrust and causing Billy to gasp at the blatantly sexual movement.

“You’re the one who said we had to go in the first place,” Billy retorts, nibbling on Dom’s sensitive ear and then sucking on the lobe. “As you may recall, my vote was for room service. Naked.”

“I know.” Nudging up Billy’s chin, Dom trails wet kisses across his stubbly cheek, finally ending at his hot, cherubic mouth. “I just thought some distance from a bed for a little while would be a smart move.”

“Why?” Billy asks as the lift doors slide open.

“Just because,” Dom replies with a shrug.

“What? You think we haven’t waited long enough yet?” Billy adds. “Months of wanting each other and not doing anything about it isn’t sufficient torture?”

“Bills, up until a couple of hours ago we were just best mates,” Dom says, untangling himself from Billy’s arms and taking his hand, lacing their fingers together. “I don’t want to fuck this up before it even gets started.”

Together they step out onto Dom’s floor and start the journey down the long corridor to his room.

“You thought I was going to change my mind?” Billy replies, tugging at Dom’s hand and then pulling him to a stop when he doesn’t answer right away. “Dom?”

“I just don’t want you to have any regrets,” Dom explains, his voice low, eyes downcast. “To lose you now? I couldn’t handle that.”

“Dom, look at me.”

Slowly, Dom raises his chin until their eyes lock and Billy steps closer, backing Dom against the wall, trapping him much like Dom had done to him in the hotel room earlier.

“Is your heart pounding?” Billy asks, green eyes darkening with intensity. Not waiting for an answer, he lays a hand on Dom’s heaving chest, feeling the quick rhythm hammering against his ribs. “That’s what I thought.”

“Bills-”

“I’m not done.”

Taking Dom’s free hand, Billy lays it over his own rapidly beating heart. “Feel that?”

Wordlessly, Dom nods, head wobbling unsteadily, his expressive, blue-grey eyes drunk with need and unrestrained desire.

“This is what my heart does every time I’m near you,” Billy confesses quietly. “It’s been like that since the day we met, in the costume trailer, when you threw yourself into my arms and hugged me so tight.”

“Me too,” Dom whispers.

“I’m not going to change my mind,” Billy promises. “This has been waiting to happen for a long time, not just tonight. So quit worrying and kiss me, yeah? Please? Before I make a real arse of myself and start to beg.”

Finally, Dom smiles. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Pulling Dom into the cradle of his hips, Billy captures Dom’s mouth in a long, soft kiss, tongue slipping inside to taste and caress.

Only when the lift bell chimes do they break apart, remembering that they’re out in the open and not in the privacy of Dom’s hotel room. Hands clasping and fingers lacing together, they hurry down the hall and when they reach the door, Dom already has his key out. Seconds later they are inside, hands sliding under clothing to caress the warm, skin beneath.

“Wait,” Dom pants, stepping away and putting distance between their aroused bodies.

“What?” Billy can’t hide the panic in his voice.

Caressing Billy’s face with the palm of his hand, Dom smiles secretively. “I’ve got an idea, but I need to run out for a few minutes.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“You can’t,” Dom says, shaking his head. “If Lij sees you, he’ll know you were faking the headache.”

“Shite.”

“It’s okay, Bills,” Dom soothes, drawing him back into his arms and cuddling him close. “I’ll be right back.”

Wrapping a hand around Dom’s neck and bringing their lips together, Billy’s tongue thrusts hungrily back into Dom’s mouth while his hand slips under his shirt. Fingers easily find a firm nipple, and when Billy squeezes it gently between his fingertips, Dom gasps.

“Don’t be long,” Billy pants after breaking the kiss and stepping back.

Tugging his shirt back into place, Dom smiles, a little unsteadily.

“Back in a flash.”

And then he is gone.

Three minutes later, Billy watches from the fifth floor window as Dom exits the front of the hotel and quickly crosses the street. He frowns as Dom enters a small convenience shop on the corner, wondering what in the world Dom has planned for them. The thought crosses his mind that Dom needs supplies for them, some necessities, one might say, but then Billy remembers the bottle of lubricant he’d seen, tucked in Dom’s shaving kit in the loo.

Just over ten minutes later, Dom reemerges from the shop, a large, brown paper bag cradled in his arms. Even at that distance, Billy can see the wide, cheeky smile gracing Dom’s lips and the energetic bounce in his step. He’s almost childlike in his enthusiasm, his heart laid out for all to see, and it only makes Billy want him more.

“What are you up to, Dom?” Billy whispers, fingers tightening around the heavy drapes clutched in his hand.

When he hears the distinct sound of Dom whistling as he walks down the corridor towards him, Billy cracks open the door and waits with baited breath.

“Miss me?” Dom asks cheekily as he walks back into the room, pressing a disappointingly brief kiss to Billy’s mouth.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Hey, no peeking!” Dom protests, waving Billy off. “It’s a surprise.”

“What took you so long?”

“I had to sweet talk the check out girl into letting me borrow a knife for a few minutes,” Dom explains coyly, setting the bag down on the table by the window and standing in front of it.

“What?”

“Bills, stop asking so many questions. I promise it’ll make sense in just a minute.” Walking over to Billy, Dom smiles softly. “Trust me.”

“Okay.”

Giving Billy a sexy, secretive smile, Dom closes the remaining distance between their bodies and begins unbuttoning Billy’s shirt while trailing soft kisses along the scruffy line of his jaw.

Head tipping back to give Dom better access, Billy sighs, hands clutching at Dom’s narrow waist and tugging at the hem of his t-shirt.

“Dommie,” he murmurs, fingers slipping under the blue cotton shirt to caress the soft skin of Dom’s lower back and trace the indentations of his back dimples. Billy’s finally forced to let go when Dom finishes unbuttoning his shirt and slowly draws it off his shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor. A long moment passes as Dom just stares at Billy’s exposed skin, his breath ragged as his long, elegant fingers trail up Billy’s bare stomach and slide through the soft hair covering Billy’s chest.

“Billy, look at me,” Dom whispers. “I need you to promise me something.”

Through half lidded eyes, Billy nods. “Anything.”

“No, Bills. You need to listen.”

Shaking his head to clear the fog of passion, Billy asks, “What?”

“If you want me to stop-”

“I won’t.”

“Promise me that if it’s too fast and you want to stop or slow down, you’ll tell me,” Dom insists, hands cupping Billy’s face, his eyes serious. “Please.”

“I promise if you do,” Billy replies, gently pressing forward to bring their mouths together in a tender kiss. “Trust me.”

Nodding his assent, Dom waltzes Billy backwards until they are at the edge of the bed. Hands pausing at the button of Billy’s trousers, Dom’s soft, blue-grey eyes meet his, almost shyly.

“Can I?” he asks.

“You better,” is Billy’s breathless reply, followed by a smile.

A minute later, Billy is clad only in his boxers, stretching out on the sheets where Dom has peeled back the coverlet. He’s almost forgotten Dom’s secret surprise until Dom draws his long, slender fingers down Billy’s face, causing his eyelids to close.

“Don’t move,” Dom requests softly and slips away from the bed. “And no peeking.”

Nodding slightly, Billy listens and frowns at the odd sounds that he just can’t quite place. Plastic, maybe? He hears movement on the nightstand beside the bed, and then a sweet aroma wafts across his face, overwhelming his senses. Moaning softly, Billy starts to reach out for Dom, but is stopped by a firm hand.

“Not yet.”

Nearly another minute passes with more strange sounds, and then the mattress sinks a little on either side of Billy’s hips as Dom carefully straddles him, his arse resting on Billy’s thighs. Billy can tell that Dom is still very much clothed, judging by the feeling of denim against his bare legs. He’s about to protest when something cool, wet and sticky slides over the curve of his lower lip. Automatically, his tongue darts out to taste and is rewarded with the deliciously sweet flavor of fresh peach.

The motion is repeated, but this time when Billy’s tongue darts out to taste, it tangles with Dom’s in a long, slow, lazy kiss. He whimpers in protest when Dom pulls away, but stops when the chunk of sliced peach is trailed across his lips a third time. Down Billy’s chin and along the line of his throat, the fruit leaves a slippery, sticky trail in it’s wake, followed by Dom’s tongue, lapping up the juice. Eyes fluttering open, Billy watches as Dom’s smoldering gaze slides down his chest and back up again before sliding the piece of peach into his mouth and swallowing it down.

“You’re supposed to keep your eyes closed,” Dom says, voice dangerously low and husky.

“I want to watch you,” Billy whispers back, hands moving off the bed to slowly stroke Dom’s denim clad thighs. “Love watching your eyes, Dommie.”

“Okay.”

Reaching over to the containers on the nightstand, Dom picks up something up, but conceals it in his hand as he draws it down Billy’s neck and into the hollow of his throat. Leaning down, he slowly laps at the wetness, cleaning it all away before arriving back at Billy’s waiting and very willing mouth. When Dom’s tongue slips between Billy’s sweet lips, he moans unsteadily.

“Strawberry. Peach,” Billy murmurs, hands sliding a little higher on Dom’s thighs, fingernails scratching at the heavy material.

Contact is broken just long enough for Dom to place the wedge of strawberry between his teeth, and then Billy’s mouth is straining to meet his again. Tongue sliding along the edge of Dom’s pouty, lower lip, Billy carefully nibbles at the piece of fruit until it’s divided into two pieces; one for Dom and one for himself. After swallowing it down, Billy licks the corners of Dom’s mouth, causing them to curl up into a smile.

Trailing kisses along Billy’s jaw line, Dom reaches blindly over to the nightstand and grabs another piece of fruit. When their mouths meet, the tangy juice from the piece held between Dom’s lips flows over Billy’s tongue.

“Mmmm,” Billy moans after biting off part of the fruit and swallowing it. “Mango. Smells like your shampoo.”

“Three for three,” Dom teases as withdraws, once again resting on Billy’s thighs. “You get a prize.”

“Shirt. Off,” Billy demands quietly through predatory, half lidded eyes. “Now.”

With a barely perceptible nod of his head, Dom reaches down to grab the hem of the shirt Billy picked out earlier, and draws it ever so slowly over his head. Arching his back, Dom watches Billy’s eyes for as long as possible, his heart pounding at the way Billy is feasting on the sight of his bare skin. Finally, the shirt is removed and Dom tosses it carelessly over his shoulder, leaning back slightly and inviting Billy to look his fill.

Lustily, Billy’s eyes blaze a trail from Dom’s smooth shoulders, down his lean, toned chest and taut belly, to the tantalizing crease of hipbone made visible by the low slung blue jeans. Feeling his boxers pull tight, Billy groans. If Dom keeps this up, he’ll be creaming the cotton in a matter of minutes. Only then does Billy realize just how much he wants Dom’s bare skin against him, beneath him, surrounding him.

“Dom,” Billy groans before rolling his hips and pulling the younger man into his arms.

Lips meet and part wildly, tongues thrusting and swirling together, licking, tasting, kissing and sucking in wild abandon, until Dom pulls back, his chest heaving as he pants for breath.

“I’m not done yet,” he says when Billy whimpers. “We’ve just gotten started.”

“Dommie,” Billy begs. “Please. I want to touch you. I have to touch you.”

“Impatient bastard, aren’t you?” Dom teases.

“How about I sit on your lap half naked and lick you from head to toe?” Billy fires back with a hard upward thrust of his hips. “Bet you’d be impatient, too.”

“Maybe later,” Dom replies, voice low and smoky, eyes predatory. “If you’re a good boy.”

Mouth descending with astonishing speed, Dom draws each of Billy’s nipples between his hot, sinful lips and eagerly sucks, until they are hard peaks, rosy with arousal.

“Fuck,” Billy moans desperately, back arching into Dom’s erotic touch, fingers threading though his blonde hair. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“Hadn’t planned to,” Dom murmurs hotly and then begins trailing wet, nibbling kisses down Billy’s stomach.

Dom’s nefarious plans of drawing off Billy’s boxers and giving him the hottest, tightest, mind blowing, knee melting, body convulsing blow job he’s ever had, fly out the window when suddenly Billy’s small, yet capable hands grip his biceps, and then Dom is flat on his back, a pillow cushioning his head. Before he can get his bearings, Billy has maneuvered himself so his arse is resting on Dom’s jean clad thighs, a dangerous and predatory smirk making his green eyes sparkle devilishly.

“Now it’s my turn,” Billy states, fingers sliding down Dom’s bare arms, and then stopping at his wrists.

“What are you going to do to me?” Dom challenges, the pressure of Billy’s arousal against him making his grow harder inside the constricting fabric.

Not answering Dom, Billy wraps his fingers around Dom’s slender wrists and then guides them up until Dom’s fingers are touching the headboard bolted to the wall above his head. While Billy doesn’t say the words, the message is clear. Dom is not to move his hands until Billy says so.

Bracing his weight on his hands, Billy leans closer to Dom, until their swollen lips are within a breath of each other. Eyes wide with need, and whimpering softly, Dom arches up, desperate for Billy’s touch. When Billy pulls back instead, Dom cries out in protest, shamelessly begging Billy to come back and kiss him.

“Close your eyes, Dommie,” Billy instructs.

Obeying immediately, Dom’s expressive eyes disappear, and he struggles valiantly to be quiet, so he can hear what Billy is doing, how close their bodies are. Billy is rocking and shifting on his lap, teasing Dom by rubbing their arousals together, creating delicious, frustrating friction.

“You’re so hard, Dommie,” Billy murmurs hotly against Dom’s ear and then quickly pulling back.

Mewling, Dom bites down on his lower lip in an attempt to contain himself, but when Billy’s fingertips find his sensitive nipples, Dom is lost. Clutching at the pillow beneath his head, Dom wails in desperation, sobbing with pleasure when Billy’s hot mouth closes over one stiff peak and gently sucks.

“Billy,” Dom moans wantonly, rolling and thrusting his hips to get more friction, aching to be freed from his increasingly uncomfortable denims.

Thrashing under Billy as his limbs tremble, Dom’s belly undulates teasingly, begging to be stroked, kissed, touched . . . anything. Opening his mouth to beg, ragged breath rushing in and out of his lungs, Dom’s words die in his throat when something cool and tangy slides across his swollen, lower lip.

Watching Dom’s obscenely long tongue dart out to eagerly taste the liquid, Billy can’t quite suppress a moan of appreciation. Seeing Dom stretched out beneath him, willingly submitting to Billy’s every suggestion, is intoxicating and overwhelming for Billy. He knows that Dom has heard his sharp intake of breath, because his crooked mouth quirks up into a naughty, sexy smile.

Again, Dom pushes his tongue between his lips to glide over the lower half of his mouth, silently searching and requesting for more of the tangy flavor. Acquiescing to Dom’s wordless request, Billy slides the liquidy pulp over Dom’s lips again, deliberately slower, so the juice clinging to the tips of his small fingers will flow into Dom’s waiting mouth. It’s rather messy, the juice spilling over Dom’s chin and down his slender neck to pool in the hollow of his throat.

“Mmmm,” Dom sighs, licking his lips and stretching like a cat. “Passion fruit. Good choice.”

Barely able to resist thrusting his tongue greedily between Dom’s lips and into the honeyed cavern of his mouth, Billy dips his head, slowly lapping at the stickiness and leaving a trail of dampness in his wake. By the time he works his way up to Dom’s chin, his self control is all but gone.

Lips finally come together in juicy, languid kisses, tongues swirling around, thrusting and tangling, teeth gently nibbling. Reaching over to the nightstand blindly, Billy smiles against Dom’s lips when his fingers find something he recognizes. Gently ending the kiss, Billy affectionately nuzzles his nose into Dom’s cheek.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he whispers, breath uneven as he withdraws.

Swallowing a whimper of distress, Dom obeys, his lips parting and closing several times as he waits for whatever Billy plans to do to him next. At this point, Dom will agree to anything, just as long as it means that Billy is touching him. Smiling, Billy places the piece of fruit between his sharp teeth and then brings their lips back together.

Feeling the heat of Billy’s breath against his chin, Dom’s tongue quickly darts out, hoping that he’ll get to taste Billy again, and whatever else he has to offer. When the flavor of apple spills over his tongue and the aroma fills his lungs, Dom can’t help but laugh.

“We never shared an apple this way before,” he manages to say, chewing quickly and licking stray droplets from the bow of Billy’s upper lip. “All the wasted opportunities.”

“Christ, Dommie,” Billy moans before diving into the sweet depths once again.

Reaching up, Billy pulls at one of Dom’s wrists, releasing his invisible restraints, and then all of Dom’s limbs are wrapped tightly around him as their mouths meet in voracious kisses. Billy’s not quite sure how or when he’d moved between Dom’s thighs, but now that he’s there, he doesn’t ever want to leave.

“Billy please,” Dom begs, in a low raspy voice, filled with desperation.

“What?”

“My jeans are so tight,” Dom explains, glancing down at the now obscene bulge under the zipper. “I want to take them off.”

Laying a hand over Dom’s, Billy shakes his head. “No.”

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

“I want to take them off.”

Jaw falling open, Dom watches helplessly as Billy moves slowly down his body, his skin a sensuous slide over the smooth lines of Dom’s taut abdomen and tanned flesh. Pressing feathery kisses to Dom’s quivering belly, eliciting a long sigh of pleasure, Billy’s fingers find the button and zip at Dom’s waist. Not wanting to prolong Dom’s discomfort any longer, Billy swiftly opens Dom’s jeans and then gazes upon his proud arousal, heavy and leaking.

The release of pressure nearly causes Dom to come undone right there, and he arches off the bed with a ragged cry, reaching to grip the swollen flesh and hold it tight, until he can regain his control. Chest heaving for breath, Dom’s eyes darken as Billy rises up on his knees and pulls away the constricting fabric from Dom’s legs. Tossing the heavy material to the floor, Billy finds Dom’s heated gaze and then slowly slides his boxers down over his own hips. Never breaking eye contact, Billy frees himself of the cotton shorts, revealing his straining erection to his beloved Dominic.

“Billy,” Dom whispers, his expressive eyes overflowing with emotion.

Breaking off, unable to form the words, Dom simply opens his arms, and invites his lover into them. Wasting no time, Billy slides between Dom’s firm thighs, bringing their bodies together fully, the evidence of their passion for one another trapped between heaving bellies. Reaching down, first Billy’s hand and then Dom’s wrap around their hard arousals.

Lips meeting in deep, wet, passionate kisses, their bodies writhe desperately, Dom’s other hand clutching at Billy’s damp back as he moans with exquisite pleasure. Fingers tangling in Dom’s mussed blonde hair, Billy guides their lips together, over and over again as the pressure builds, threatening to consume them at any moment.

Erotic sensations finally overwhelming him, Dom cries out loudly, bucking beneath his lover as he’s finally rewarded with a powerful, intense orgasm. Feeling Dom’s slippery warmth spreading between their stomachs, Billy thrusts one final time into Dom’s long fingered fist and lets himself go as he sobs Dom’s name into the salty dampness of his slender neck.

Collapsing together, gasping for breath as heartbeats begin to return to normal, Billy rolls to one side, taking special care to keep Dom wrapped up tightly in his arms. Gazing at one another, sated and spent, no words are necessary. Several minutes pass in silence, Billy reaching over and grabbing the coverlet to cover their bare bodies. Fingers slide through thoroughly mussed hair, lips meeting and parting tenderly as Dom snuggles into Billy’s embrace, their legs entwining.

“What are you thinking about?” Dom asks finally, tilting his head to one side.

Eyes twinkling, Billy presses a sweet kiss to Dom’s lips. “I’m really glad we didn’t have dessert in the restaurant.”

A moment later, the new lovers are laughing, Dom nuzzling his nose into the crook of Billy’s damp neck while his fingers dance over Billy’s lovely, bare skin.

“And we didn’t even get to the chocolate and whipped cream,” Dom muses aloud, stifling a yawn. “I had plans for those.”

Kissing Dom’s hair, Billy smiles. “There’s always breakfast tomorrow.”

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3-Breakfast

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