monaboyd | The Way You Move

Title: The Way You Move
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy’s having doubts about the future of his relationship with Dom, and then Dom does something to change his mind.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to

frojane, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Inspired by the song ‘I Like The Way’ by the Bodyrockers.

Rolling the tumbler of scotch between his palms, Billy watches the very active dance floor in the club from his seat in a booth. It wasn’t his idea to go out tonight, but when Dom asked, Billy couldn’t refuse him. It had become very clear how much Dom needed to get out as he got dressed, while Billy sat back and watched, having already changed into his favorite pair of denims and a fresh button down shirt.

Hair gelled and tousled about in an endearing, sensual mess, Dom had taken an inordinate amount of time deciding on what to wear to the club, only to finally appear in the doorway of the loo looking like liquid sex. It started with the dark varnish on Dom’s nails and the black leather cuffs wrapped snugly around his slender wrists, moving up his bare arms to the tight fitting, sleeveless cotton shirt hugging his firm, lithe torso. If that wasn’t enough to make Billy’s cherubic mouth water and his body throb, Dom added well worn, low slung jeans and a pair of black leather shoes that he normally only wears with a suit, knowing that they’re Billy’s favorite. The outfit is made complete with the smoky charcoal lines accentuating Dom’s hypnotic eyes.

Before Billy had the chance to eagerly strip the material away and drag his young lover into bed, Dom bounced out the room, grabbing car keys and a black leather jacket, urging Billy to hurry along. They’d shared a long, warm kiss in the car when they’d arrived at the club, and Dom had laced his fingers with Billy’s as they walked inside, but right now that seems like weeks ago instead of just a couple of hours. During their time at the club, Dom has barely stopped moving, spending nearly all his time on the dance floor, enjoying his apparently endless supply of energy. It doesn’t seem to matter all that much when Billy slips away after a few songs.

There’s no denying their age difference, Billy decides, watching Dom sway and gyrate to the heavy bass beat in a sea of bodies. Dom is young, with so much to learn, eager to explore the world around him. As Dom moves about the dance floor, enjoying the group atmosphere, Billy can’t help but wonder if he’s holding Dom back. They’ve only been a couple for a few months now, incredible months at that, and things seem to be moving along nicely, but there’s a lingering doubt in the back of Billy’s mind that he just can’t let go of. Is eight years too much for someone like Dom? Is it fair to limit his exploration by tying him down to a old Scot like himself? The idea of becoming resentful of Dom’s youthful exuberance and having their friendship end is heartbreaking to Billy, as he can’t imagine his life without the cheeky Brit. Is it not better to end their passionate romance and remain best mates, rather than risk that painful loss?

So caught up in his thoughts, Billy doesn’t notice Dom watching him intently as the fast paced song he’s been dancing to comes to an end. Pursing his lips for a moment, Dom determinedly fights his way over to the DJ, leaning close to speak to him for a moment. Making his way through the crowd to the bar for fresh drinks, Dom finally walks over to where Billy is sitting, staring aimlessly into his now empty glass of scotch.

Dropping down into the empty seat beside Billy, Dom mildly reaches over, takes away the empty glass, only to replace it with a new one. Slouching down comfortably, Dom takes a long, grateful sip of his pint and then gives Billy a cheerful smile. Weakly returning the friendly gesture, Billy lifts his drink to his lips, closing his eyes as the scotch slides over his tongue to warm a trail down his throat.

For several minutes they sit without speaking, listening to the music as Dom’s foot taps restlessly to the beat of the current song. Occasionally he moves from side to side, brushing against Billy’s shoulder only to pull away a few seconds later. It’s very obvious that Dom still has energy to burn, and he’s sitting there so Billy isn’t alone. It’s already happening, Billy realizes sadly. He has to do something, before it’s too late. Belly twisting into a tight, icy knot, Billy swallows hard, and decides to take the first step.

“You should go dance,” he says, glancing over at Dom.

That’s a huge mistake, as the light sheen of sweat on Dom’s skin is only making him look even more sexy than usual, the cologne he spritzed on his shirt rolling off his lean body in waves. In a word, Dom looks beautiful. And sexy as sin.

“What?” Dom asks, sitting up a bit.

Thanks to the sound level in the club, Dom can’t quite make out what Billy mumbles over his shoulder. All he knows it that Billy obviously isn’t having a good time. Maybe it was a mistake to come out tonight. Perhaps Billy isn’t feeling well.

“I said, you should go dance,” Billy repeats, leaning over to speak directly into Dom’s ear, keeping his eyes closed to prevent further observation of the delectable sight.

Taking a long swallow of his beer, Dom nods thoughtfully and then slouches back down. It doesn’t appear that Billy is sick, thought he’s most definitely distracted.

“Maybe later,” he replies with a casual shrug. “Need a few minutes to catch my breath.”

The next eight minutes drag by endlessly. Billy should know as he watches the time tick by on his watch, growing more miserable by the second. The tension now hanging over the table is rapidly approaching stifling, and Billy bites down on his lip as he stares into the amber liquid in his glass. He was right. They need to end it before it’s too late.

Draining his pint, Dom scans the dance floor, his gaze finally coming to rest on the DJ. Making eye contact, the man nods and gives Dom a one minute signal.

“You should go dance,” Billy says before downing the rest of his scotch, closing his eyes so Dom won’t see the excess moisture gathering in the corners.

“Yeah, I think I will,” Dom replies with a nod, sliding out of the booth and standing up. “C’mon.”

“What?”

“I want to dance with you, Bills,” Dom says, holding out his hand to Billy, palm down.

Letting his gaze trail leisurely down Dom’s body, it’s only then that Billy realizes that Dom has written something on the back of his left hand in black Sharpie. Tonight the words ‘all his’ is staining Dom’s skin. Once again, Dom’s innermost thoughts are laid out for all to see, specifically, how he sees himself. All his. All Billy’s. It’s enough to make Billy’s stomach twist painfully and steal his breath. He knew it was going to be difficult, and now he’s sure that he’s vastly underestimated how painful this is going to be.

“Dom-”

Wrapping his long fingers around Billy’s forearm, Dom leans in close, the warmth of his breath caressing Billy’s ear. “Please, Bills?”

Unable to resist, Billy nods and slides out to stand beside Dom, not protesting when Dom takes his hand and leads the way into the thick of the crowd. For some reason, Dom doesn’t stop in the middle of the dance floor, where there is plenty of room, but instead finds a place near the wall on the far side of the room. Tugging Billy over, Dom guides the older man around until Billy is almost pressed against the wall, Dom filling his vision. Confused, Billy opens his mouth to ask a question, but then a new song starts, and Dom lays his finger over Billy’s bow shaped lips as he mouths the words.

There's so many things I like about you,
I just don't know where to begin.

Smoldering blue-grey eyes never leaving Billy’s, Dom slides closer, the tips of his fingers slipping along the collar of Billy’s shirt, down into the v and petting the ginger chest hair peeking out. With the way Dom is looking at him and touching him, there is no doubt as to his intentions.

I like the way you look at me with those beautiful eyes.

Sucking in a ragged breath, Billy can only stare in shock and lust as Dom steps closer, bringing their bodies together with a teasing roll of his narrow hips, only to pull away a moment later and break the connection. Billy is so caught up in Dom’s seductive eyes, that he misses several lines of the song that Dom mouths, long, wickedly sinful tongue darting out to wet his sensual lips.

I like the way you love to dance.

Hands sliding ever so slowly down Billy’s arms, exploring every last inch, Dom laces their fingers together briefly and then guides Billy’s small hands to his slender waist. Understanding what Dom wants, Billy slips his thumbs through the belt loops of Dom’s jeans, his short fingernails scratching lightly at the heavy fabric.

I like the way you like to touch.

Drawing his fingers back up Billy’s firm arms, Dom pauses long enough to gently squeeze Billy’s biceps, not looking away as his body shivers at the strength he finds there. Feeling Billy pulling at his waist, Dom steps closer, bringing their hips and thighs together, and when Dom’s rapidly hardening arousal presses against Billy’s belly, his mossy green eyes darken, his breath quickening.

I like the way you stare so much.

Long, elegant fingers playing with the soft strands of ginger hair at the nape of Billy’s smooth neck, Dom looks deep into Billy’s eyes, the passion and intense need shining clearly as their bodies pressing together firmly. Loosening his hold, Dom lets his fingers slide forward, caressing Billy’s stubbly jaw line and down his neck, pausing at the hollow of his throat. Chest heaving at the sensual and erotic thoughts Dom is causing him to have, Billy tightens his fingers until he’s fisting handfuls of Dom’s jeans to keep him close. His heart is pounding. It’s very clear to Billy that Dom knows all the things that turn him on, and he’s doing every last one of them, all at the same time.

but most of all...
Yeah...
most of all...

Eyes fluttering closed, Dom leans back in Billy’s arms, arching his spine into an unmistakably submissive and sexual bow. Billy’s seen Dom’s nude body move this way a hundred times, at least, when they’re in bed together, making wild, passionate love. The movement causes Dom’s snug fitting shirt to ride up, exposing his belly button and several tantalizing inches of soft skin to Billy’s lusty gaze. Suddenly bolting up straight again, Dom grips Billy’s biceps and rocks his hips into Billy’s, his hard erection straining against the denim confines. Lips curling up in a seductive smirk, Dom grinds his hips against Billy more enthusiastically, and shamelessly sexual. Only then does Billy realize he’s just as hard as Dom, his stiff cock pressing urgently against the zip of his trousers.

I like the way you move.

Watching the words as Dom’s sinful mouth forms them and listening to the song, Billy’s knees wobble, threatening to give out. He knows what message Dom is sending, the words beyond the lyrics. That knowledge fuels the intense fire that’s on the verge of exploding inside of Billy, destroying what’s left of his shaky control.

Wrapping his arms around Billy’s firm body, Dom clutches handfuls of Billy’s button down shirt as their bodies writhe and thrust in a natural rhythm that is all too familiar for both of them. Mouths just inches apart, Dom pulls Billy tighter to him, hips rocking in an erotic pattern that makes Billy’s head spin and leaves him dizzy. Every time Billy tries to close the distance and kiss Dom, he teasingly pulls away, yet keeps the rest of their bodies as intimately linked as possible while clothed.

I like the way you put your hands up in the air.

Letting Billy’s arms encircle him, almost control him, Dom thrusts fervently, bringing their stomachs together and then withdrawing in a repeating pattern, gradually increasing the time their bodies are touching. Heart thudding erratically against the wall of his chest, Billy stares into the deep pools of Dom’s passion-filled gaze, seeing much more than just lust and want, but a deeper desire, almost a pleading. The energy between them sparks with electricity and Billy finally begins to understand why Dom has pulled him onto the dance floor. Dom doesn’t just want to dance in a sea of strangers, he wants to connect with Billy on a level beyond words, with their eyes and the touch of each others hands, like when they make love. This is not about the other people on the dance floor or the rest of the club. It’s only about them. Dom isn’t looking at anyone else on the dance floor. He’s only looking at Billy. The one he wants.

I like the way you like to touch.

The same phrase echoes in Billy’s mind as they move in tandem to the fast, heavy beat, easily finding a rhythm that suits them both. Dom’s elegant hands roam endlessly, almost desperately exploring Billy’s neck, shoulders, back and chest. Breath heavy from exertion and the intense desire rushing through his lithe body, Dom forgets that they’re in a crowd, focusing completely on his lover. Fingers slipping briefly under Billy’s collar, Dom leans in closer to inhale the heady aroma of Billy’s cologne, drawing it deep into his lungs.

I like the way you stare so much.

It smells different after they’ve made love, but Dom’s absolute favorite is when the sweat is still glistening on Billy’s pale, bare skin. During those times, Dom can’t tell the difference between their bodies. There’s no Dom scent or Billy scent, there is just their scent. Sweat, lust, love and passion mixing together, fusing into a perfect, intoxicating combination of sated bliss.

but most of all...
Yeah...
most of all...

Suddenly it’s too much to look Billy in the eyes, so Dom falls back in Billy’s arms, knowing that he’s safe, taking a few precious seconds to reign in his control. Feeling Billy desperately pulling him closer again, Dom can’t stop the smile curling up the corners of his mouth. As long as they’re in each others arms, and Billy wants him, loves him, they’ll be okay. It was clear to Dom that Billy was struggling with something a little while ago, and when Dom left the dance floor to sit beside him, he saw Billy trying to hide it. Whatever it was, it’s most definitely the last thing on Billy’s mind right now. Judging by the way Billy is reacting to him, all negative thoughts have left the building, and he’s greedily embracing all that Dom has to offer, literally and figuratively.

I like the way you move.

Before Dom can stand up straight again, Billy moves a hand from Dom’s left hip to the middle of his back. In the time it takes Dom to gasp for breath, he’s firmly tugged forward and trapped against Billy’s chest, held in place by Billy’s fingers in his hair and at his waist. Burying his face in Dom’s damp neck, Billy kisses the salty skin wetly as Dom wraps his long arms around Billy to hold him close. There is a whisper of air across Billy’s ear, and then the tip of Dom’s wicked tongue darts out to tease at the fleshy lobe before his lips press a fast kiss to the soft flesh. Gasping at the sensation, Billy tightens his hold on Dom, crushing their aroused bodies together, his tongue darting out to taste Dom’s skin.

Head falling back to expose his throat, Dom surrenders to Billy’s control, letting the older man guide his slender body in any erotic movement he choses. The power so easily given to him makes Billy’s body throb and his heartbeat quicken. So trusting, Dom is, never doubting for an instant that Billy will be there, to protect him from harm and keep him safe, not just his body, but his heart as well. The message Dom is sending is very clear; there is not one part of him that doesn’t belong to Billy. There is love and there is trust. He believes in their future.

The crowd fades away as Billy loses himself in sensations of his young lover writhing in his arms wantonly, Dom’s overwhelming need to be close to Billy evident in every move he makes. Forcing his fingers to relax a little, Billy slides one hand under Dom’s shirt to rest against the warm, damp skin of his lower back while his other hand reluctantly leaves Dom’s mussed hair, caressing his lithe body and then cupping a firm arse cheek as he wedges a leg between Dom’s thighs. The pressure gives both of their arousals some much needed friction, and Billy grins seductively and wickedly when Dom shudders and arches into him.

Pulling Dom even closer into his embrace, Billy is mesmerized, watching a droplet of sweat trail slowly down Dom’s neck as he continues to sway and thrust to the heavy beat, occasionally biting down on his lower lip as he’s overcome by intense emotions. Feeling Dom’s nails scratching lightly at his back through the cloth, Billy suddenly lunges forward, his pointy tongue blazing a hot, wet trail from the hollow of Dom’s neck up to the sensitive spot just below his earlobe. Pursing his lips, Billy feasts on Dom’s smooth skin, marking him for all to see. Mine, Billy thinks to himself.

I like the way you move.

Gasping breathlessly and moaning at the erotic sensations rushing through his intensely aroused body, Dom tightens his hold on Billy’s back and then releases, trusting Billy to hold him as he leans back in Billy’s strong arms. Shirt riding up even higher, Dom is disappointed when Billy’s hand moves away from the curve of his arse, only to gasp with pleasure as small fingers trace the firm muscles of his toned stomach, caressing the tantalizing circle of his belly button. Rising again, Dom’s eyes widen when Billy’s hand continues traveling up his chest, under his shirt, teasing and then rubbing a sensitive nipple into a rosy peak.

Hands now clutching at Billy’s back, Dom brings their foreheads together, hot breath mingling as Dom’s knees start to shake. Nuzzling Billy’s cheek with his nose, Dom tilts his head and welcomes Billy’s passionate kiss, tightening his arms around Billy’s body as they continue to writhe together. Smiling when Dom shivers and then whimpers into his mouth, Billy deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling together hungrily and messily. Breaking apart when their lungs scream for oxygen, Billy guides Dom’s head down to his shoulder, eyes closing as his fingertips stroke the damp blonde hair at the nape of Dom’s neck. Distantly, Billy realizes that the song is coming to an end, and that he and Dom have just given everyone on the dance floor a free show. A slow smile crosses Billy’s face when he realizes that he doesn’t care. With Dom cradled so intimately in his arms, nothing else matters.

Swaying back and forth, their aroused bodies rocking and thrusting, trying to get even closer to each other, it takes a few moments for Billy to realize that Dom has spoken to him, and then the words register in his mind.

“I want you, Bills. Need you. So much.”

Raising his head to meet Billy’s gaze, Dom’s darkened eyes are glazed, cheeks flushed with desire and passion. Dom is trembling as Billy strokes his lean back, his breath hot and unsteady against Billy’s cheek.

“I want you, too, Dommeh.”

Before Dom can say another word, Billy steps back, loosening his hold around Dom’s body, only to grab Dom’s hand and almost drag him off the dance floor. Pausing at their table just long enough to scoop up Dom’s leather jacket with his free hand, Billy then heads for the door, Dom practically stumbling behind him, struggling to keep up, Billy’s moving so fast. At one point, Dom starts to lose his balance and bumps into someone, quickly righting himself, calling out an apology and continuing without looking back. In such a rush to escape the club, both fail to notice that it’s Orlando that Dom almost knocked over.

Watching Dom be almost forcibly pulled out of the club, Billy’s hand clamped tightly around his wrist, several eyebrows are raised as Sean, Elijah, Orlando and Viggo all exchange glances.

“Is it just me or does Billy look like he’s had enough for the night?” Sean asks, brow furrowing in concern, having noticed Billy’s somber mood earlier.

“Well, he’s certainly in a fucking hurry now,” Elijah remarks before looking over at Orlando, who is grimacing as he rubs his bicep. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Orlando replies with a shrug. “I’m more worried about Dom if Billy’s pissed at him. That’s not like him.”

“Should we go check on them?” Sean inquires, looking around the group. “Or do we leave them alone?”

Taking a thoughtful sip of his beer, Viggo suddenly realizes that the conversation has paused, and three pairs of eyes are now focused on him.

“What?”

“Shouldn’t somebody go check on them?” Orlando prompts. “Someone who can talk some sense into them?”

“Why me?” Viggo asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Because you’re Viggo, and if they’re pissy, they’ll listen to you,” Elijah replies matter-of-factly. “You’re the King.”

Shaking his head, Viggo tips back his head, downs the last of his beer and hands the empty glass to Orlando.

“You guys are buying my next round,” he announces and then turns on his heel to follow the recently departed hobbits.

Stepping outside, Viggo lets the heavy door close behind him, the music now quieter as he scans the dimly lit parking lot, looking for Billy’s car or two arguing men. Not seeing anything, Viggo then walks around the corner, only to stop short. Careful stepping to the left to stay hidden in the shadows, Viggo’s eyes widen as he watches a couple most definitely not fighting.

Head throw back in wanton ecstasy, Dom is pressed against the passenger side of the car, trapped as Billy feasts on his smooth neck while his hands shove Dom’s shirt up so his eager fingers can explore the exposed skin. Hips locked together, Dom wraps a long leg around Billy’s waist and thrusts shamelessly, greedy hands pulling Billy’s shirt out of his trousers to find and caress the warmth beneath.

“Keys,” Dom pants breathlessly and then whimpers as Billy slides a hand between their bodies. “Oh fuck, Bills. Where are they?”

“Left pocket,” Billy murmurs into Dom’s neck, fingertips sliding deftly over Dom’s nipples teasingly.

“Harder,” Dom moans, back arching into Billy’s touch, desperate for more. “I want- Oh God. I want it harder.”

“Dommeh, I don’t think it’s possible for me to get any harder.”

Laughing and gasping at the same time, Dom threads his fingers through Billy’s already tousled hair. “That’s not what I meant, Bills.”

“I know that. I was just teasing you,” Billy says with a seductive smirk. “We both know how much you love to tease me.”

Heat flaring in Dom’s aroused eyes, in an instant his hands are at Billy’s waist, tearing open his trousers, enjoying the squeak of surprise that slips past Billy’s bow shaped lips.

“Dom wait-”

Billy’s voice is cut off when Dom’s mouth closes over his, one hand clutching Billy’s shirt to keep him close, the other sliding deftly into Billy’s boxers to curl around his throbbing erection. Helpless to say or do anything to stop Dom, Billy’s fingers tighten around Dom’s bare biceps as the kiss deepens, tongues tangling messily amid moans of pleasure. Hips thrusting hard into Dom’s long fingered fist, it doesn’t take a few dozen strokes and Billy’s control shatters. Crying out breathlessly against Dom’s swollen lips, Billy finally breaks the kiss to bury his face in Dom’s neck, sagging into his intimate embrace, panting heavily. Wrapping a long arm around Billy’s waist to support him, Dom tenderly caresses his lover’s softening cock and then slowly brings his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, knowing that Billy is likely watching him.

“Better?” he asks softly.

“I wanted to wait,” Billy replies hoarsely, still trying to catch his breath. “I wanted to come inside you, Dommeh.”

“I know,” Dom murmurs, kissing Billy’s hair. “Later. I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Billy says, raising his head so their eyes meet.

“Good.”

Reaching into the left pocket of Billy’s open trousers, Dom withdraws the keys and unlocks the door.

“Get in,” Dom says, kissing Billy’s cheek and then nuzzling him affectionately. “I’ll drive.”

“No.”

“Bills, you just-”

The protest on Dom’s lips dies when Billy’s hand slides down the front of his low slung jeans to find the heated flesh beneath. Hips automatically thrust forward, searching for more, and Dom bites down on his lower lip muffle a loud groan. Dipping his head, Billy laps at a hard, rosy nipple, drawing it in his hot mouth and sucking it, using his free hand to steady Dom’s hip as he bucks wildly and flails against the car.

“Fuck,” Dom pants, hands fisting Billy’s shirt. “Billy-”

“Get in the car, Dominic,” Billy interrupts after releasing Dom’s nipple with an audible pop. “Before I’m on my knees when someone finds us.”

* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *

As if in a trance, Viggo watches from the shadows while Billy’s small fingers expose and explore Dom’s chest, his small, pointy tongue lapping at Dom’s neck. Hungry for more contact, Dom wraps a leg around Billy’s waist and thrusts wantonly, his eager hands pulling at Billy’s shirt while Billy’s fingers torment his nipples. As Dom almost rips open Billy’s trousers to find the aroused heat within, Viggo realizes that they’re obviously very comfortable touching each others bodies, yet the familiarity has not diminished their excitement or pleasure.

Nearly two minutes pass as the lover's kiss, deeply and wetly, Dom’s hand stroking Billy’s arousal as Billy writhes helplessly, desperate for release. Hearing Billy cry out hoarsely against Dom’s lips and arch into Dom’s touch, Viggo’s eyes widen as the Scotsman’s orgasm overwhelms him and he sags into Dom’s embrace.

* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *

Groping each other wildly and passionately, Dom doesn’t protest as Billy manhandles him into the passenger seat of his car. As an afterthought, Billy grabs Dom’s leather jacket off the boot and tosses it over onto the driver’s seat before climbing into the car as well. A moment later, the door is pulled closed, the overhead dome fading to black, leaving only the light from a nearby street lamp to fall across their faces. Parting Dom’s knees wide with his hands, Billy then pushes Dom back, fumbling in the low light until he finds the reclining lever along the side of the seat. In an instant, Dom is flat on his back and Billy is stretched out over him.

Eagerly, Dom brings their swollen mouths back together in a deep, wet kiss, moaning when Billy’s fingers reach between their wriggling bodies to tear open Dom’s jeans. A moment later, Dom is crying out in protest as Billy breaks the kiss. Eyes glinting dangerously, Billy slides down Dom’s hypersensitive body, pausing to lap and nibble at his sensitive skin along the way. Arching off the seat and into Billy’s touch, Dom writhes wantonly, gasping Billy’s name when his pointy tongue thrusts repeatedly into Dom’s belly button, thumbs deftly tracing Dom’s sharp hipbones.

Bending his knees, Dom starts to push his legs even wider, but Billy stops him, instead leaning back, holding Dom legs together firmly. Then before Dom can say a word, Billy is dragging the well worn denim over Dom’s narrow hips. Lifting his arse off the seat, Dom watches with glazed eyes as Billy exposes his body almost completely, the heavy material pooling at his ankles. The sight of Billy gazing at his bare skin with desire, need and overwhelming lust nearly causes Dom to come undone. Closing his eyes briefly, Dom opens them again when Billy shifts, finding a comfortable position between Dom’s now splayed thighs.

Eye half-lidded and dark with passion, Dom observes Billy lick his cherubic lips and then descend onto Dom’s throbbing cock. The first touch of his tongue to the weeping slit makes Dom tremble, his shaking fingers threading through Billy’s thoroughly mussed hair. Grateful when Billy doesn’t tease him, Dom can’t hold back the loud moans of pleasure as Bill skillfully takes Dom into his hot, talented mouth. Bobbing and sucking Dom’s hard cock in a strong, steady rhythm, Billy looks up to meet Dom’s eyes before sinking down further. There is a brief pause, and then two of Billy’s saliva slicked fingers are stroking the sensitive spot behind Dom’s balls, fingertips pressing gently between his cheeks to find Dom’s tight entrance. Before Billy can pause to receive permission to continue, Dom forces himself to form the words.

“Fuck, yeah,” Dom whimpers, lithe, damp body undulating beneath his lover. “Please, Bills. Oh baby, please.”

Tongue sliding along the length of Dom’s thick cock from root to tip, Billy gently draws the sensitive head between his swollen lips as one small finger slides in to the first knuckle. Free hand braced on Dom’s bare hip, Billy sinks down as far as he can, wanting as much of Dom as he can manage. Listening to his young lover beg and moan breathlessly, Billy realizes that his hand is shaking. Looking up, heat pools in Billy’s belly as he watches Dom writhe shamelessly, Billy’s name tumbling from his pouty, parted lips. Dom’s very close, Billy notices. Their time on the dance floor has brought him right to the edge, and all he needs is a tiny push.

Sucking harder and bobbing his head in a rapid pace, Billy slips both fingers inside the tight heat, quickly finding Dom’s sweet spot and gently pets the spongy bundle of nerves with his fingertips. Back arching as he raggedly cries out in ecstasy, Dom’s control slips from his grasp, and he lets himself go, his hands scrambling for purchase. Tasting Dom’s salty release on his tongue, Billy laps gently at Dom’s softening cock as he swallows the fluid down, his fingers reluctantly withdrawing from the velvet, intimate clench of Dom’s body. Sprawled limply beneath Billy, panting for breath, Dom can only watch as Billy slides up his body a few inches, pressing an endless series of kisses to his heaving belly.

“C’mere,” Dom whispers, fingers finding Billy’s shoulders and tugging at his shirt.

Acquiescing to his lover’s request, Billy stretches out over Dom, bringing their lips together, smiling when Dom pushes his tongue into his mouth and whimpering as he tastes himself there. Shifting and settling into somewhat comfortable positions, Billy lays his head down on Dom’s shoulder, hand resting on Dom’s bare chest, directly over his heart, feeling the rapid rhythm beneath. Possessively, Dom wraps his long arms around Billy, one hand under his shirt to rest against his sweaty back, and then presses a kiss to Billy’s ginger hair.

* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *

Swallowing hard, Viggo tries to force his legs to move, to turn and carry his body back inside, leaving the lovers in peace, but Viggo’s eyes are overruling everything, because instead of leaving, Viggo finds himself settling into a more comfortable position against the wall. Thankful for the poor lighting, Viggo smiles as Dom withdraws the keys from the front pocket of Billy’s trousers and unlocks the passenger door of the car. A moment later, Viggo stifles a groan as Billy slides a hand down the front of Dom’s low slung jeans, causing Dom to writhe and flail helplessly with erotic pleasure. Eyes half-lidded and hands roaming eagerly, Dom says nothing as Billy guides him backwards in the vehicle, crawling into the cramped space as well without any hesitation.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Viggo’s body throbs as Dom falls back on the seat and Billy covers Dom’s body with his own. When Dom’s cry of protest fills the quiet, Viggo frowns, only then to gasp as Billy’s sweet mouth works its way down Dom’s bared flesh, pausing at his rosy nipples and sensitive belly button. It has been widely rumored just how responsive Dom is when his beloved navel is teased, kissed, licked and sucked, and now Viggo witnesses first hand the validity of those rumors.

As the car windows begin to fog over, Viggo watches Billy eagerly strip away the denim material covering Dom’s lower half, and then settles his face between Dom’s bare thighs. Gasping, Viggo glances down and realizes that one of his hands is pressing at the hard arousal that has developed in his jeans while watching Dom and Billy. Helpless to stop himself, Viggo rubs at the ridge of denim, grateful for the friction while muffled cries of pleasure drift across the the quiet parking lot.

It’s not very long before Viggo can no longer see into the car, the windows becoming opaque with condensation, thanks to the heat being generated inside the confined space. The faint sounds of wanton enjoyment and gentle squeaking as the car rocks back and forth is more than enough for Viggo’s imagination as he visualizes Billy’s seductive, cherubic lips wrapping around Dom’s hard arousal, bobbing and sucking hard in an intoxicating rhythm. He’s not prepared when suddenly a long-fingered hand streaks the foggy window as a loud cry of release rings out, half sobbed in overwhelming ecstasy. Less than a minute later, there is a shifting of bodies inside the car, and then the blurry expanse of Dom’s bare skin is covered, presumably by Billy’s clothed body.

Knees shaking, Viggo then realizes that Dom’s wasn’t alone in his satisfying climax, or so the growing, damp spot on the front of his jeans suggests. Dragging his fingers through his dark hair and pulling his shirt tails down to hide the evidence of what has just occurred, Viggo attempts to compose himself. Taking a deep breath, Viggo then pushes away from the wall, moving silently around the corner and back inside the club.

* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *

“I think this is the smallest place we’ve ever had sex in,” Dom remarks, his fingers stroking the nape of Billy’s neck. “And it’s one of the more public ones.”

“No. In the closet,” Billy answers drowsily, nuzzling his nose into Dom’s damp neck. “At Orli’s birthday party.”

“Right,” Dom agrees. “There was no lock on that door, either.”

“With all the noise you were making, it’s a miracle someone didn’t catch us,” Billy says, exhaling slowly.

“It was your fault,” Dom retorts, laughing lightly. “Your hands were all over me that night. And you bit me.”

“You bit me first.”

“And you were bringing me off as I recall,” Dom argues good-naturedly, fingers trailing up and down the shallow groove of Billy’s spine. “I had that bruise on my shoulder for a week.”

“I know.”

“You kissed it every single night.”

Fingers rubbing in a slow, soothing circle, Dom frowns for a moment and then the question he’s wanted to ask all night finally pushes past his lips.

“Are you alright, Bills?”

“Mmm,” Billy replies with a distant sigh, the rhythm of Dom’s heartbeat lulling him into a peaceful daydream. “Yeah. Perfect.”

“There isn’t anything wrong?” Dom presses, unable to stop himself. “Earlier you it looked like you had something pretty heavy on your mind.”

For a fraction of a second, Billy stiffens and then relaxes again, informing Dom that there was indeed something.

“Did I do something?”

The question is uttered so softly, filled with such naked vulnerability that Billy’s chest aches. Anyone would be able to hear the concern in Dom’s voice, and Billy is willing to bet that Dom’s eyes are bright with unshed tears.

“No Dommie. It wasn’t you,” Billy replies quickly, wanting to ease his lover’s concerns. “It was me. I was just thinking, is all.”

“Anything you want to tell me?” Dom asks, with a casualness that Billy can tell is feigned.

Curled up against Dom in the cramped passenger seat, Billy lets his doubts rush through his mind quickly, lingering on the way Dom had gazed at him, how they danced, so passionately, seeing only each other, and the way Dom looked after finding blissful release in Billy’s arms.

“Yes,” Billy answers finally, making a decision, choosing to believe in the future that Dom so clearly sees for them. “I love you.”

“I know that, you daft Scot,” Dom teases, kissing Billy’s hair and tousling it fondly.

“No, Dommie. I mean, I really love you.”

Wanting Dom to realize the intense emotions he’s feeling and the sincerity of the statement, Billy looks up and cups Dom’s cheek so their eyes lock. What surprises Billy is the way Dom is focusing so intently on him. The teasing smirk Billy expected isn’t there, and instead Dom’s expression is serious, but soft and intimate.

“I know you love me, Bills. I knew that the first time we made love,” Dom says finally, nuzzling into Billy’s palm. “I love you, too. So much.”

“I know, Dommie,” Billy whispers, his eyes shining. “But I don’t think I realized just how much, until tonight.”

Dom can tell there is much Billy isn’t saying, but he decides not to push, for now.

“Do you want to go back inside, or are you ready to go home?” Dom asks, smiling when their foreheads press together.

“Home. I’m done dancing for tonight, I think,” Billy says.

“The vertical kind at least, “Dom corrects with a seductive smile as he brings their noses together for an affectionate nuzzle.

“Do you need anything from your flat?” Billy asks, not moving from his position, enjoying the sensation of Dom’s naked, sated body sprawled beneath him.

“Don’t think so,” Dom replies, nose scrunching up in thought. “Most of my stuff is already at your flat by now. I’m really starting to wonder why I bother having one of my own.”

Letting Dom’s offhanded words sink in, Billy considers in silence for a few moments. The overwhelming anxiety he’d been feeling earlier is gone, replaced with the soothing assurance that Dom has so generously shared with him. Slowly but surely, Billy is beginning to see what Dom has since they took that first step towards each other, trusting in their love.

“You know what? That’s a really good question,” Billy says, looking down to watch his hand slide over Dom’s bare chest and cup his hip.

“What?”

“Why do you still have your flat?” Billy says. “You haven’t slept one night there since-”

“Since the night we kissed,” Dom interjects softly. “After the script meeting with Peter.”

Recalling the tentative kiss that had turned into fumbling, groping and glorious heavy petting on Billy’s couch, desperately searching for more of each others touch, Billy nods.

“It seems kinda silly to keep the place when you’re never there.” Looking back up to meet Dom’s gaze, Billy nervously gnaws on his swollen lower lip. “Doesn’t it?”

“You mean-”

“Well, if you wanted to,” Billy replies, heat flaming in his cheeks, his heart pounding as he wonders what Dom is going to say, the realization that he’s just asked Dom to move in with him causing his limbs to tremble ever so slightly.

“Oh, I want to,” Dom says quickly. “Definitely.”

A joyful smile turns up the corners of his crooked mouth, and then Dom is pressing an exuberant kiss to Billy’s cheek.

“Yeah?” Billy asks, his nervousness fading and happiness flowing through his limbs.

“Yeah,” Dom confirms.

Grinning, Dom pulls Billy closer so their lips can meet in a warm, wet kiss, his long tongue slipping in for a quick taste.

“I love you, Bills,” Dom whispers. “I don’t want anyone else.”

“Me too, Dommie. Me too.”

“We should get out of here,” Dom decides, shifting under Billy and grimacing at his stiffening back.

“Yeah, before somebody walks by and catches us,” Billy says with a laugh. “Especially you, being all starkers.”

“Uh, Bills?” Dom says with a laugh.

Reluctantly, Dom takes his hand away from Billy’s back and points toward the the nearest window. When Billy follows his gaze, he finally understands what is so funny. All the windows in the car are completely fogged over, with the exception of where Dom’s hand had found leverage while Billy sucked him off to a screaming orgasm.

“I guess it got a wee bit warm in here,” Billy remarks, turning back to grin at Dom.

“Just a little.”

Straightening up, Billy frowns as a thought enters his mind. “Dommie, where are my keys?”

“In the door, I think,” Dom answers with a grin. “You were rather insistent that I get my arse in the car before we ended up shagging somewhere even more public. To be completely honest, I was surprised that you didn’t just bend me over the boot and take me right there.”

“Trust me, the idea did come to mind, but I decided I didn’t want to share the view with anyone else,” Billy explains, his eyes darkening with arousal. “This,” he states, indicating Dom’s bare skin, “is for my eyes only.”

Reluctantly bracing his arms and lifting himself off of Dom, Billy slides back to rest on his knees between Dom’s splayed thighs. A few moments later Dom starts to laugh, and only then does Billy realize that he’s blatantly staring lustily at Dom’s naked body.

“You keep looking at me like that we’ll never get home,” Dom teases with smile, his eyes sparkling.

Sighing heavily, Billy reaches over and reluctantly pulls Dom’s shirt down over his damp chest, hiding his delectable skin from view. Moving entirely by touch, not trusting himself to look and remain in control, Billy reaches down and drags Dom’s now wrinkled jeans up from his ankles, keeping his gaze locked on Dom’s face as Dom lifts himself off the seat to allow Billy to guide the material over his hips. It’s only when Dom is covered up that Billy releases the breath he’s been holding.

“Let’s go home,” Dom says softly, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Billy’s waist. “So you can take my clothes off again.”

Nodding, Billy presses a fast kiss to Dom’s lips and then reaches over to open the door.

“Wait.”

Before Billy can ask why, he feels Dom’s hands at the front of his trousers.

“Dommie-”

And then Billy realizes that in the rush to find their mutual release, he’s forgotten his own state of undress. Nuzzling into the curve of Billy’s neck, Dom ensures Billy is carefully tucked away before swiftly zipping and buttoning Billy’s trousers. When he’s done, Dom looks up and smiles.

“I don’t feel like sharing the view either,” he offers as explanation.

Cupping Dom’s face in his small hands, Billy holds him firmly, drawing Dom’s pouty lower lip into his mouth for a long, wet kiss.

“Let’s go home,” he murmurs breathlessly

Dom barely has the passenger door closed when Billy is sliding behind the wheel, tossing Dom’s leather jacket onto the back seat. While the engine purrs and heat pours from the vents on the dashboard, clearing away the fog covering the windows, Billy and Dom pass the time by indulging in a hot and heavy snogging session, tongues thrusting and tangling in a lazy dance as hands slide over clothed skin, exploring. This time is quite different than on the dance floor, the pace unhurried as this is just about kissing, reveling in each others touch and scent.

When the windows are finally free of condensation, Dom sinks back into the passenger seat, watching Billy with sated, happy eyes as he puts the car in gear, maneuvers his way out of the parking lot and begins the drive back to his flat.

Correction. Their flat.

* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *

Refusing to look left or right, Viggo heads straight for the bar, not realizing he has two hobbits and an elf trailing after him. Not a word is spoken until Viggo swallows the first shot of whiskey in one gulp, his hand uncharacteristically trembling ever so faintly.

“So, are they okay?” Orlando finally asks, tired of Elijah poking him in the ribs with stubby fingers, over and over again.

Exhaling heavily, Viggo nods and reaches for the second shot of whiskey he’s ordered.

“Oh yeah,” he says, speaking at last. “They’re fine.”

“What did you say to them?” Elijah asks, his pupils a bit unfocused, telling Viggo that he’s had more than couple of drinks. “Was it really that bad?”

A suggestive smile quirks up the corners of Viggo’s mouth.

“No, it was that good.”

Several moments pass in silence as Viggo tosses back the second shot of whiskey, letting it burn down his throat before he looks around at the three younger men surrounding him. To his surprise, Orlando is grinning like a Cheshire cat, a twinkle sparkling in his deep, dark eyes. It’s then that Viggo realizes that the Brit has been keeping a secret.

“You knew?” he asks softly.

“Yeah,” Orlando admits with a faint blush. “I did.”

“Knew what?” Elijah inquires, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“How long?” Sean asks, informing them that he’s figured it out as well.

“How long it’s been going on, or how long I’ve known?” Orlando asks innocently.

“Both,” Viggo decides, crossing his arms over his chest and arching an eyebrow. “And why didn’t you say anything?”

“Look, I don’t know exactly when it started,” Orlando admits. “But I saw them together a little over six weeks ago, by accident, and lets just say it was pretty clear something was going on.”

“What did you see?” Elijah demands, enormous blue eyes moving from face to face. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Pippin was making Merry very, um, merry,” Orlando adds, shoulders shaking with laughter at the memory of Billy pressing Dom firmly against the wall behind a trailer and exchanging deep, passionate kisses.

“They’re together, Lij,” Sean explains gently, to his clearly inebriated friend. “They’re seeing each other.”

“They’re doing a hell of a lot more than that,” Viggo says under his breath and shifting, suddenly wondering if his shirt is long enough to hide the spot on his jeans.

Hearing Orlando attempt to smother a snicker, Viggo looks up to meet his amused gaze. It’s unnerving how Orlando seems to know exactly why Viggo is uncomfortable, and then realization dawns.

“You’ve watched them,” Viggo accuses.

“And you haven’t?” Orlando fires back knowingly. “You were out there for a long time.”

“Watched what?” Elijah asks, interjecting again, gently swaying back and forth. “Were they fighting?”

“Lij, do you want another beer?” Sean asks, hoping to distract him. “I’m buying.”

Tugging on Elijah’s arm, Sean leads him a short distance away, smiling when Viggo shoots him a look of appreciation.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Viggo asks, leaning against the bar and watching Orlando’s face closely.

“I figured since they never said anything that they wanted to keep it to themselves for now,” Orlando replies softly. “And I liked keeping the secret all to myself, being able to watch, even from a distance as they-”

“Fell in love?” Viggo finishes quietly when Orli trails off.

“It was just so beautiful, Vig,” Orlando says in a low voice, an intimate smile gracing his wide mouth. “I didn’t want to spoil it for them. Take it away.”

“I understand,” Viggo replies with a grin. “I just wish you’d warned me.”

“And ruin the surprise?” Orlando says with a laugh before lowering his voice and leaning in closer. “Apparently the view was quite stimulating from where you were standing.”

Clearing his throat and shifting in place, Viggo finally meets Orlando’s gaze again, eyes widening when he realizes the elf’s expression is not one of friendship, but far more intimate. A long, silent moment passes as they stare at one another, and then Orlando finally blinks, averting his eyes and deciding that Viggo isn’t going to follow up on the wordless invitation that he has offered. Swallowing the disappointment, Orlando starts to turn away, and then stops short when a large hand with strong fingers wrap around his bicep.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Viggo asks, breath unsteady as he steps closer to Orlando, the heat of their bodies rising.

Orlando breaks out into a smile. “Yeah. I do.”

Tossing some bills on the bar to pay for his whiskey, Viggo then lays a lightly possessive hand on Orlando’s slim hip and steers him out of the club.

* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *

Mewling softly in protest when Billy reluctantly withdraws from the hot, velvet clench of his body, Dom immediately rolls onto his side, cuddling into Billy’s damp, sated embrace. After tucking Dom’s head under his chin, Billy drags the coverlet up, ensuring that their bodies stay warm.

“Comfortable?” Billy asks, fingers tenderly stroking the curly tendrils of dark blonde hair at the nape of Dom’s neck.

“Mmm-hmm,” Dom answers sleepily, his second orgasm having depleted his energy completely. “You?”

“Aye.”

“We didn’t say goodbye to anyone,” Dom realizes. “At the club. We just left.”

“We had other, rather pressing, matters to attend to,” Billy says mildly, smiling when Dom chuckles lightly.

“Very pressing,” Dom agrees.

A few minutes pass in silence, the lovers content to lay quietly and hold each other.

“Dommie?” Billy says softly.

“What?” Dom replies, hand sliding down Billy’s side and over so his fingers can play with Billy’s soft, ginger chest hair.

“I love you.”

Tilting his head back as he reaches up to cup Billy’s cheek, Dom guides their mouths together for a gentle, open mouthed kiss.

“I love you, too, Bills,” Dom replies tenderly.

Rubbing their noses together affectionately, Billy smiles, his eyes sparkling. “And I love the way you move.”

* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *

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