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cheekyluv28.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 16th, 2006 02:39 am)Title: And Now For the News...1/1
Author: Jen
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: Definite NC-17
Summary: Dom's tired of playing second banana to Billy's newspaper.
Warnings: Complete and utter PWP. Slight rimming mention. Earl Grey being used in ways the tea makers never intended.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author does not know, and is in no way affiliated with the persons mentioned in this work. No disrespect is intended to the persons mentioned in this work. No money is being made from this in any way.
A/N: Would someone please remind me to never again attempt to write fic whilst getting trolleyed on tequila? Thanks so much. *raises shot glass in toast* ; )
A/N 2: Oh my god- I'm mortified at the depraved gutter-depths of my mind. Truly I am. I started out trying to write Part 6 of my nice, innocent (for the moment) other fic, and this is what came out. *shakes head* Damn that Cuervo Gold... ; )
"Fuck, you look sexy, Bill."
"I do?" Billy was sprawled limply in his favorite armchair, hair sleep-swept into a ridiculous thinning little mohawk, decked out in his rumpled striped pajama bottoms, blinking owlishly at the newspaper through eyes that were still half-closed. 'Sexy' was not the first word to pop into his mind.
"Christ, yes, you do. You look perfectly fucking edible."
Billy recognized the husky tone to Dom's voice and peeked over the top of his paper warily. It was six o'clock in the bloody morning, Dom had been awake for exactly seven and a half minutes, and there he was, standing across the room, gazing at Billy with lust-filled eyes, hand shoved down the front of his shorts.
Billy shook his head silently and went back to the weather.
Dom bristled a bit at the dismissal then set his jaw stubbornly and lowered his voice a notch. "Want you, Bills. Come back to bed with me, yeah?"
He knew Billy would go willingly, just as soon as the last bit of tea was drunk and the final sentence of the news had been digested...but where was the sport in that?
Every morning for the last five years Billy had dragged himself out of bed, sleepily brewed his tea, and slunk off to his chair to read the newspaper, blocking out Dom completely. Just once, Dom was determined to shake up the routine.
He was tired of playing second fiddle to The Honolulu Star-Bulletin and Earl sodding Grey.
This was war.
"I've not even brushed m' teeth yet, Dom.", Billy murmurred absently, starting in on an article about whaling ships in the Atlantic.
"So who wants your teeth? More had in mind wrapping my lips around your cock and sucking till you fucking scream."
So...that's how it was to be, then? Well, Billy would simply not give in. A bloke had to have his wee rituals, was entitled to a spot of down-time. After half a decade together, Dom knew perfectly well that this hour of the morning was set aside for the news and tea, not hot monkey-sex. He'd never dared to disturb the routine before, and Billy wasn't about to allow the mutiny now.
Dom's deep, smooth fuck-me purr wasn't going to work this time.
But -damn it all to fecking hell- it was working. Nessie -the traitorous little bastard- had reared up while Billy was looking elsewhere and was straining for escape, his wee head poking through the slit in Billy's pajamas, honing in on Dom's voice like a bloody periscope. And he didn't have far to go to find him, Billy realized with an inner sigh. The only thing across the room now was Dom's cast-off undershorts- the rest of him had snuck up and was kneeling on the rug in between Billy's legs.
"Mmm. Y' know, I haven't had a lolly in awhile.", Dom remarked conversationally, then bent his head and slowly licked up the pajama-encased length of Billy's hardness.
"Thought y' gave those up.", Billy said in an unsteady voice, pretending the slight trembling of the newspaper was due to a draft in the room.
"Not my Pip-lolly. Never." Teeth followed the same trail now, nipping ever so gently. "Jesus, you're hard for me, Bills. Wanna take you in my mouth and worship you with my tongue.", Dom whispered, warm breath washing over Billy's tender skin.
Billy took a shaky sip of his tea, the liquid sloshing alarmingly in the cup. He forced his hand to steady, then non-chalantly turned his news to the next page, trying desperately to focus on the stock reports.
Dom kept up the nibbling for a minute longer, then without warning, reached in, freed Nessie, and began singing lustily, using him as a faux-microphone. "Lollipop, lollipop, oh lolly, lolly lolly..."
Billy stopped reading the paper long enough to peer beneath it. "Dom...you're crooning t' my penis."
"And he bloody well deserves it, as fucking gorgeous as he is!", Dom exclaimed, laying a soft, affectionate kiss on his head. "Arias should be composed for him." Another slow lick, this time across bare flesh. "National sodding anthems." A torturously sweet nibble and tongue swipe to the tip. "Your cock should be named the official mascot of Scotland, Billy!"
With this bold- and rather ludicrous- declaration, Dom deftly yanked off Billy's pajama bottoms and sent them flying.
Billy watched them sail across the room to join Dom's shorts, then protested indignantly, as if it would sway Dom in the slightest, "'m right in th' middle of th' financial section!"
"Keep right on reading, love. Don't let me stop you.", Dom replied sweetly, his head dipping back down. This time he took Billy further into his mouth, still not sucking but just holding him there, slowly dragging his lips and tongue up and down, humming softly.
The teacup started jittering madly in Billy's hand and a large dollop sloshed over the side, spattering the top of Dom's head and dripping down from his mussed bangs to pool in Billy's navel.
The tepid shower did absolutely nothing to dissuade Dom, rather, seemed to energize him. He hummed eagerly and licked his way up to lap the liquid from Billy's stomach, making little purring noises of contentment. "Fuck yeah. More.", he growled. "Dip your cock right down in it and let me suck it off."
Billy was way beyond aroused now, but his eyebrow raised at Dom's last sentence. "Dominic...I am not dipping m' pecker into m' teacup. I happen t' like this teacup.", he said as firmly as he could manage under the circumstances.
He tried once again to focus on his news, but found it hard going. His reading glasses had fogged over and slipped down so that they were now precariously perched on the end of his nose and the paper was flapping in his hands like a flag in high wind.
"Then drizzle it on yourself.", Dom begged. "Wanna taste my Billy-flavor mixed with milk and sugar..." He lay a trail of butterfly kisses down Billy's abdomen, then began licking slowly at Billy's inner thighs, his tongue dipping down long enough to drag once, teasingly, over his balls.
Billy whined piteously, then tried to cover it with a cough. He absolutely intended to ignore Dom's absurd request, but before he quite knew what was happening, the teacup was tilting in his hand and a few drops were splashing down over the head of his cock.
Dom growled and went for it, taking Billy in all the way in one quick motion. He sucked hard for a few glorious seconds, then settled back down to the maddening speed he'd been working at before, his fingers playing lightly along Billy's hips, ready to hold him down if he should attempt to get over-eager.
The torturously slow pace was killing Billy; his whole body was trembling with need. He wanted nothing more than take Dom's head and slam it down on his cock, push himself deep into Dom's throat, grab hold of Dom's ears and ride his face like a bronco buster. But in order to do that, he would have to let go the paper, and relinquishing his hold on the paper would be tantamount to admitting defeat.
And defeat was unacceptable.
So, with an iron will, Billy held on and pretended to read, the edges of the newspaper now mashed and tattered from his death-grip.
He saw one of Dom's hands slide from its place on his stomach and drop down out of sight, then heard the whisper of skin on skin and felt Dom's breath coming more quickly against him. Oh shite...Dom was wanking, the one thing that turned Billy to a puddle of jelly every time.
Dom shuddered lightly at his own touch and groaned around Billy's cock, the vibration jolting through Billy, causing his hips to buck upward violently. There was one sweet moment of full contact before Dom's remaining hand pressed him back into the cushion of the chair, restraining him.
"Christ...I'm so fucking hard, Billy, just tasting you like this...so fucking close already..." Dom's mouth moved down, tongue sliding along Billy's perenium, flicking back to tease at his entrance. "Maybe I should just sit you down on my face and tongue-fuck you, hmm? Get you off like that..."
The Dow Jones Averages blurred into a meaningless smudge as Billy's eyes rolled back in his head and his hips slammed upward again to give Dom full access.
But Dom only gave one last slow, tantalizing lick and moved his head back to the front, whispering shakily against Billy's thigh. "Want you to come all over my face, baby. Wanna feel you spurting all over my skin. Want you to lick it off then kiss me, so I can suck your come off your tongue."
At this, Billy gave up all pretense of propriety. He let loose an entirely undignified squeal and made a mad grab for his cup, upending the rest of his tea onto his crotch in a torrent, in the hopes it might entice Dom to move faster.
All it did was cause Dom to wank harder, groan happily low in his throat, and go about licking it up even more slowly than before.
"Quit arseing around and fecking suck me, Dommie!" The wild, screaming plea was rushing from Billy's mouth before he could stop it, the news the furthest thing from his mind now. The whole bloody world could implode, for all Billy cared, as long as he died with Dom's lips wrapped around him.
Dom looked up at Billy for the first time, lust-darkened eyes locking with his, his voice a low, demanding growl. "Tell me, Billy. Tell me what you want."
"Wanna fuck your mouth, Dom...want y' t' take me so fecking deep, swallow me...wanna feel your throat tight and hot around m' cock....Christ...please, Dommie! Need t' come!"
Dom grinned in victory, then pulled Billy's hips forward roughly, taking him in all the way.
The teacup flew from Billy's hand to shatter against the magazine rack as he plunged his fingers into Dom's hair, gripping desperately.
"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah...oh jaysus...coming, Dommie, coming so fucking hard...."
At the very last second, as Billy began to whimper and convulse in his mouth, Dom pulled off and let the hot fluid splash over his skin. He rose quickly and crawled up into Billy's lap, wrapping his hand around his own throbbing cock, tugging furiously as Billy lapped come from his cheeks, crying out and exploding over his fingers the moment Billy's tongue tangled with his.
Billy was slumped bonelessly in the chair, red-faced and dazed, panting for breath. Dom leaned in and kissed him deeply once more, tongue sliding tenderly along Billy's lips, then rose from his lap.
He pointed down to the shredded, tea-soaked, semen-spattered wad of paper still clutched in Billy's fist and smiled sweetly.
"Enjoy your news, love."
~end.
Author: Jen
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: Definite NC-17
Summary: Dom's tired of playing second banana to Billy's newspaper.
Warnings: Complete and utter PWP. Slight rimming mention. Earl Grey being used in ways the tea makers never intended.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author does not know, and is in no way affiliated with the persons mentioned in this work. No disrespect is intended to the persons mentioned in this work. No money is being made from this in any way.
A/N: Would someone please remind me to never again attempt to write fic whilst getting trolleyed on tequila? Thanks so much. *raises shot glass in toast* ; )
A/N 2: Oh my god- I'm mortified at the depraved gutter-depths of my mind. Truly I am. I started out trying to write Part 6 of my nice, innocent (for the moment) other fic, and this is what came out. *shakes head* Damn that Cuervo Gold... ; )
"Fuck, you look sexy, Bill."
"I do?" Billy was sprawled limply in his favorite armchair, hair sleep-swept into a ridiculous thinning little mohawk, decked out in his rumpled striped pajama bottoms, blinking owlishly at the newspaper through eyes that were still half-closed. 'Sexy' was not the first word to pop into his mind.
"Christ, yes, you do. You look perfectly fucking edible."
Billy recognized the husky tone to Dom's voice and peeked over the top of his paper warily. It was six o'clock in the bloody morning, Dom had been awake for exactly seven and a half minutes, and there he was, standing across the room, gazing at Billy with lust-filled eyes, hand shoved down the front of his shorts.
Billy shook his head silently and went back to the weather.
Dom bristled a bit at the dismissal then set his jaw stubbornly and lowered his voice a notch. "Want you, Bills. Come back to bed with me, yeah?"
He knew Billy would go willingly, just as soon as the last bit of tea was drunk and the final sentence of the news had been digested...but where was the sport in that?
Every morning for the last five years Billy had dragged himself out of bed, sleepily brewed his tea, and slunk off to his chair to read the newspaper, blocking out Dom completely. Just once, Dom was determined to shake up the routine.
He was tired of playing second fiddle to The Honolulu Star-Bulletin and Earl sodding Grey.
This was war.
"I've not even brushed m' teeth yet, Dom.", Billy murmurred absently, starting in on an article about whaling ships in the Atlantic.
"So who wants your teeth? More had in mind wrapping my lips around your cock and sucking till you fucking scream."
So...that's how it was to be, then? Well, Billy would simply not give in. A bloke had to have his wee rituals, was entitled to a spot of down-time. After half a decade together, Dom knew perfectly well that this hour of the morning was set aside for the news and tea, not hot monkey-sex. He'd never dared to disturb the routine before, and Billy wasn't about to allow the mutiny now.
Dom's deep, smooth fuck-me purr wasn't going to work this time.
But -damn it all to fecking hell- it was working. Nessie -the traitorous little bastard- had reared up while Billy was looking elsewhere and was straining for escape, his wee head poking through the slit in Billy's pajamas, honing in on Dom's voice like a bloody periscope. And he didn't have far to go to find him, Billy realized with an inner sigh. The only thing across the room now was Dom's cast-off undershorts- the rest of him had snuck up and was kneeling on the rug in between Billy's legs.
"Mmm. Y' know, I haven't had a lolly in awhile.", Dom remarked conversationally, then bent his head and slowly licked up the pajama-encased length of Billy's hardness.
"Thought y' gave those up.", Billy said in an unsteady voice, pretending the slight trembling of the newspaper was due to a draft in the room.
"Not my Pip-lolly. Never." Teeth followed the same trail now, nipping ever so gently. "Jesus, you're hard for me, Bills. Wanna take you in my mouth and worship you with my tongue.", Dom whispered, warm breath washing over Billy's tender skin.
Billy took a shaky sip of his tea, the liquid sloshing alarmingly in the cup. He forced his hand to steady, then non-chalantly turned his news to the next page, trying desperately to focus on the stock reports.
Dom kept up the nibbling for a minute longer, then without warning, reached in, freed Nessie, and began singing lustily, using him as a faux-microphone. "Lollipop, lollipop, oh lolly, lolly lolly..."
Billy stopped reading the paper long enough to peer beneath it. "Dom...you're crooning t' my penis."
"And he bloody well deserves it, as fucking gorgeous as he is!", Dom exclaimed, laying a soft, affectionate kiss on his head. "Arias should be composed for him." Another slow lick, this time across bare flesh. "National sodding anthems." A torturously sweet nibble and tongue swipe to the tip. "Your cock should be named the official mascot of Scotland, Billy!"
With this bold- and rather ludicrous- declaration, Dom deftly yanked off Billy's pajama bottoms and sent them flying.
Billy watched them sail across the room to join Dom's shorts, then protested indignantly, as if it would sway Dom in the slightest, "'m right in th' middle of th' financial section!"
"Keep right on reading, love. Don't let me stop you.", Dom replied sweetly, his head dipping back down. This time he took Billy further into his mouth, still not sucking but just holding him there, slowly dragging his lips and tongue up and down, humming softly.
The teacup started jittering madly in Billy's hand and a large dollop sloshed over the side, spattering the top of Dom's head and dripping down from his mussed bangs to pool in Billy's navel.
The tepid shower did absolutely nothing to dissuade Dom, rather, seemed to energize him. He hummed eagerly and licked his way up to lap the liquid from Billy's stomach, making little purring noises of contentment. "Fuck yeah. More.", he growled. "Dip your cock right down in it and let me suck it off."
Billy was way beyond aroused now, but his eyebrow raised at Dom's last sentence. "Dominic...I am not dipping m' pecker into m' teacup. I happen t' like this teacup.", he said as firmly as he could manage under the circumstances.
He tried once again to focus on his news, but found it hard going. His reading glasses had fogged over and slipped down so that they were now precariously perched on the end of his nose and the paper was flapping in his hands like a flag in high wind.
"Then drizzle it on yourself.", Dom begged. "Wanna taste my Billy-flavor mixed with milk and sugar..." He lay a trail of butterfly kisses down Billy's abdomen, then began licking slowly at Billy's inner thighs, his tongue dipping down long enough to drag once, teasingly, over his balls.
Billy whined piteously, then tried to cover it with a cough. He absolutely intended to ignore Dom's absurd request, but before he quite knew what was happening, the teacup was tilting in his hand and a few drops were splashing down over the head of his cock.
Dom growled and went for it, taking Billy in all the way in one quick motion. He sucked hard for a few glorious seconds, then settled back down to the maddening speed he'd been working at before, his fingers playing lightly along Billy's hips, ready to hold him down if he should attempt to get over-eager.
The torturously slow pace was killing Billy; his whole body was trembling with need. He wanted nothing more than take Dom's head and slam it down on his cock, push himself deep into Dom's throat, grab hold of Dom's ears and ride his face like a bronco buster. But in order to do that, he would have to let go the paper, and relinquishing his hold on the paper would be tantamount to admitting defeat.
And defeat was unacceptable.
So, with an iron will, Billy held on and pretended to read, the edges of the newspaper now mashed and tattered from his death-grip.
He saw one of Dom's hands slide from its place on his stomach and drop down out of sight, then heard the whisper of skin on skin and felt Dom's breath coming more quickly against him. Oh shite...Dom was wanking, the one thing that turned Billy to a puddle of jelly every time.
Dom shuddered lightly at his own touch and groaned around Billy's cock, the vibration jolting through Billy, causing his hips to buck upward violently. There was one sweet moment of full contact before Dom's remaining hand pressed him back into the cushion of the chair, restraining him.
"Christ...I'm so fucking hard, Billy, just tasting you like this...so fucking close already..." Dom's mouth moved down, tongue sliding along Billy's perenium, flicking back to tease at his entrance. "Maybe I should just sit you down on my face and tongue-fuck you, hmm? Get you off like that..."
The Dow Jones Averages blurred into a meaningless smudge as Billy's eyes rolled back in his head and his hips slammed upward again to give Dom full access.
But Dom only gave one last slow, tantalizing lick and moved his head back to the front, whispering shakily against Billy's thigh. "Want you to come all over my face, baby. Wanna feel you spurting all over my skin. Want you to lick it off then kiss me, so I can suck your come off your tongue."
At this, Billy gave up all pretense of propriety. He let loose an entirely undignified squeal and made a mad grab for his cup, upending the rest of his tea onto his crotch in a torrent, in the hopes it might entice Dom to move faster.
All it did was cause Dom to wank harder, groan happily low in his throat, and go about licking it up even more slowly than before.
"Quit arseing around and fecking suck me, Dommie!" The wild, screaming plea was rushing from Billy's mouth before he could stop it, the news the furthest thing from his mind now. The whole bloody world could implode, for all Billy cared, as long as he died with Dom's lips wrapped around him.
Dom looked up at Billy for the first time, lust-darkened eyes locking with his, his voice a low, demanding growl. "Tell me, Billy. Tell me what you want."
"Wanna fuck your mouth, Dom...want y' t' take me so fecking deep, swallow me...wanna feel your throat tight and hot around m' cock....Christ...please, Dommie! Need t' come!"
Dom grinned in victory, then pulled Billy's hips forward roughly, taking him in all the way.
The teacup flew from Billy's hand to shatter against the magazine rack as he plunged his fingers into Dom's hair, gripping desperately.
"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah...oh jaysus...coming, Dommie, coming so fucking hard...."
At the very last second, as Billy began to whimper and convulse in his mouth, Dom pulled off and let the hot fluid splash over his skin. He rose quickly and crawled up into Billy's lap, wrapping his hand around his own throbbing cock, tugging furiously as Billy lapped come from his cheeks, crying out and exploding over his fingers the moment Billy's tongue tangled with his.
Billy was slumped bonelessly in the chair, red-faced and dazed, panting for breath. Dom leaned in and kissed him deeply once more, tongue sliding tenderly along Billy's lips, then rose from his lap.
He pointed down to the shredded, tea-soaked, semen-spattered wad of paper still clutched in Billy's fist and smiled sweetly.
"Enjoy your news, love."
~end.
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all i have is chai.
it will have to work.
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Thanks so much for reading! : )
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*dies*
I think I need some tea to resurrect myself...
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Perfect!
Loved that line!
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Thanks so much for this!
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Oh oh oh, god - I'll never look at the financial section in the same way, oh Christ...
*wipes tears* Thank you!
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I was laughing the whole time I was writing it...although, that may have had something to do with the half-fifth of tequila I was demolishing at the time. ; )
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That was hilarious! And hot! :D
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Nessie -the traitorous little bastard- had reared up while Billy was looking elsewhere and was straining for escape, his wee head poking through the slit in Billy's pajamas, honing in on Dom's voice like a bloody periscope.
hee. made me laugh out loud. i like the way you capture the playfulness between them.
kerry =)
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I'm so very glad you enjoyed this. : )
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