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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 25th, 2006 04:03 pm)Title: Beyond Second Breakfast
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17, to be on the safe side.
Summary: Wet and naked hobbits. Second breakfast is served, and then some.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to my beta,frojane, and for feeding me plot bunnies until I agreed to write it.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: You know that song? ‘This is the song that never ends . . .’ Well, this is the fic that will not end. *sigh* Here’s the fourth installment in the Simply Delicious series.
Previous Parts: 1-Hungry | 2-Dessert | 3-Breakfast
Hot water flows over pale, bare skin, warming and soothing aching muscles as the small, tile enclosure begins to fill with steam. Gently teasing Dom’s pouty lower lip into his mouth, Billy sucks in a lazy, sensual rhythm, his belly fluttering when Dom whimpers with pleasure, his long tongue eagerly seeking entrance to Billy’s mouth. Hands on Dom’s slender hips, Billy turns their bodies slightly, guiding Dom further under the spray and soaking his endearingly mussed blonde hair. Finally breaking the contact between their lips, Billy smiles as he draws his small fingers through the damp strands and then cups Dom’s face.
“What?” Dom asks, opening his eyes to meet Billy’s gaze.
“I was just remembering all the times we went surfing and you’d come out of the ocean, your hair all wet and sticking up, and I’d want to kiss you,” Billy replies, blushing a little at the admission. “I wanted to lay on the sand with you, and hold you.”
“Why do you think I always made sure that we sat next to each other on the way home?” Dom asks teasingly. “It was so I could put my head on your shoulder and snuggle up to you as I slept.”
“You used to crawl into bed with me when you’d drink too much at one of Lij’s parties, too,” Billy comments with a smile as he reaches over to grab a bottle of shampoo. “I’d wake up to you using me as a human pillow.”
“You never complained,” Dom retorts cheekily. “As I recall, you’d whinge when I’d try to get out of bed in the morning and hold onto me to keep me there.”
“Of course I did. You were warm, and most of the time, weren’t wearing much in the way of clothes,” Billy replies, eyes darkening at the memory. “For a little while I could pretend that you were mine.”
“Me too.”
“But now there’s no more pretending,” Billy finishes warmly as he pours some shampoo into the palm of his other hand. “Now I get the real thing.”
“Completely starkers,” Dom adds, closing his eyes as Billy lathers the suds in his hair.
“And what a beautiful sight it is,” Billy agrees, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of Dom’s nose.
Humming contentedly, Dom’s fingers slide over Billy’s furry chest, teasing both of his nipples into dark, rosy peaks. Listening to Billy’s breath catch, Dom grins and then eagerly lets his hands roam, petting Billy’s bare body, limited only by what he can reach.
“Rinse,” Billy says softly, and then tips Dom’s head back, mesmerized by the long, wet line of Dom’s throat.
“I love your hands, Bills,” Dom murmurs, hands sliding up Billy’s body rest on his shoulders. “Feels so good.”
“Love touching you, Dommie,” Billy replies, leaning forward to place a kiss to the hollow of Dom’s throat as rivulets of clear water glide over his skin. “You’re so precious.”
“Kiss me,” Dom demands softly as he lowers his chin, their eyes locking.
A moment later lips are meeting in a hungry, openmouthed kisses, tongues tangling together, warm water flowing over their entwined bodies. Whimpering into Billy’s mouth, Dom sinks into his lover’s embrace, relishing in the realization of how perfect and natural it feels to be in Billy’s arms.
Hands sliding over Dom’s hips, Billy cups both cheeks of Dom’s arse in his small hands and squeezes gently as his tongue slides deeper into Dom’s mouth, tasting the honeyed sweetness. Knees buckling for a moment, Dom stumbles, only to be caught and cradled against Billy’s warm, wet, firm body.
“I’ve got you, Dommie,” Billy whispers in Dom’s ear as his fingers stroke the twin indentations of Dom’s back dimples.
“You sure do,” Dom replies, giggling and smiling widely before kissing Billy’s damp cheek.
Keeping an arm wrapped around Dom’s waist, Billy blindly reaches outside of the shower with his free hand to grab a face flannel off the towel rack. Picking up a bottle of shower gel and flipping open the cap, Billy smiles as a pleasant aroma wafts across his face to fill the air. Gently tipping the small bottle over, he pours a generous amount into the wet face flannel clutched in his other hand while nibbling on the fleshy lobe of Dom’s ear.
“What are you doing?” Dom asks with a sigh, trailing his long, elegant fingers and down Billy’s back in lazy, endless caresses.
“Need to get you cleaned up, Dommie, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun doing it.”
“Mmm, okay.”
Letting his head fall to one side to give Billy more room to work, Dom smiles and snuggles further into Billy’s embrace, silently wishing he could get closer.
“It’s really hard to concentrate when you’re doing that,” Billy informs him in a teasing voice. “Are you trying to distract me?”
“Absolutely,” Dom admits, meeting Billy’s gaze with smoldering eyes. “C’mere.”
Before Billy can say a word in response, Dom’s tongue is sliding eagerly between his lips again, and he whimpers when Billy enthusiastically reciprocates. Warm water flowing over their shoulders, Billy moves the soapy face flannel from Dom’s back to his chest, covering the smooth skin with suds.
“Smells good,” Billy murmurs between slow, wet kisses. “What is it?”
“Peach passion.”
“Hrm. Fitting.”
Gasping when the tip of Billy’s finger begins stroking a rosy nipple in a lazy circle, Dom tightens his hold on Billy’s narrow hips. Satisfied by Dom’s response, Billy laps at the hollow of Dom’s throat as he moves the face flannel down Dom’s flat belly, pausing at his navel. Guiding Dom until his back is pressed against the wall, Billy pushes a small, soapy finger into the sensitive circle, grinning when Dom moans and writhes with pleasure, arching into Billy’s touch. Despite Dom’s pleas for Billy to move faster, he continues in a slow, unhurried pace until Dom’s lithe body has been soaped, stroked and rinsed from shoulders to thighs.
“Turn around,” Billy instructs, a hand on Dom’s hip, guiding him around.
“What about you?” Dom asks in protest, gently resisting.
“Later,” Billy promises, kissing the tip of Dom’s nose and giving him a wink.
Reluctantly agreeing to Billy’s request, Dom faces the wall, hands on the tiles in front of him. For a moment, Dom considers turning back around, and then Billy’s growing erection is sliding against the cleft of his arse.
“Fuck,” Dom moans, pushing his hips backwards, desperate for more intimate contact.
A small hand grips Dom’s hip to keep him in place, and then Billy is drawing the soapy cloth across Dom’s shoulder blades. Mewling shamelessly, Dom braces his hands on the wall and continues to rock back into Billy’s arousal as much as Billy will allow, his head down, eyes closed.
Watching the suds and water wash away the faint remnants of the chocolate, Billy slides the damp cloth down the shallow groove of Dom’s spine, hesitating briefly before slipping a finger between the top of Dom’s cheeks. Knees suddenly buckling, Dom whimpers and then sighs raggedly when Billy drops the cloth to the floor of the shower to wrap his arm around Dom’s slender waist to steady him.
“Sensitive?” Billy murmurs in Dom’s ear when the younger men sags against him weakly, panting for breath.
“Do you remember what happened an hour ago?” Dom retorts teasingly, turning his head and nipping gently at Billy’s neck before lapping at the resulting red mark. “When you made me come so hard.”
“I’m surprised the entire hotel didn’t hear you, Dommie,” Billy replies with an intimate smile. “You were so loud.”
“Was that a complaint?” Dom inquires, his heart skipping a beat.
“Not at all, love,” Billy tenderly soothes, tongue tracing the shell of Dom’s ear. “I love your voice, love watching you in my arms. It was beautiful.”
“Oh, good.”
Somehow sensing Dom’s uncertainty, Billy turns Dom in his arms until they’re face to face once again, their bodies close as the water pours over their bare skin, enveloping them in a warm, wet cocoon.
“Haven’t you figured out that I love everything about you, Dommie?” Billy asks, cupping Dom’s scruffy cheek and looking deep into his expressive, blue-grey eyes.
“I love you, Bills,” Dom replies shyly, nuzzling into Billy’s caress.
“And I love you, my Dommie,” Billy whispers as he leans forward, voice unsteady, overflowing with emotion, his eyes closed and their foreheads touching.
Tipping his head slightly to the right, Dom hungrily closes the distance between their swollen mouths, the tip of his tongue tracing the sweet, cupid’s bow of Billy’s rosy upper lip. Wordlessly, their bodies come together, arms winding around one another, hands stroking and touching in endless caresses, lips meeting and parting in deep, wet, passionate kisses. When Billy’s mouth leaves his, Dom throws his head back and moans wantonly, his limbs shaking from the immense pleasure. Slowly, Billy works his way down Dom’s lithe, slender body, lapping and sucking on his nipples before feasting on Dom’s beloved belly button, tongue thrusting and swirling inside the sensitive circle.
“Billy-” Dom gasps, long fingers threading through wet, ginger hair. “What are you-”
Dom loses the ability to speak when he looks down, just in time to watch Billy’s cherubic lips part and take the tip of Dom’s swollen arousal into his mouth. Bucking against the small hands pressed to his hips, Dom writhes helplessly, surrendering his control to Billy without a word of protest. Losing himself in the sensuous, erotic rhythm of Billy’s mouth, Dom watches through glittering, half-lidded eyes as Billy bobs his head, lips wrapped tightly around Dom as he swirls his tongue and sucks greedily.
Shifting so his legs are further apart, Dom gasps when Billy opens his smoldering eyes, their heated gazes locked as Billy pulls Dom in deeper and sucks more voraciously. Mewling at the sensation, Dom begs profusely for release, the ache, low in his belly, becoming more and more urgent. A moment later, two small soap-slicked fingers are stroking soft, tender skin and then pressing between Dom’s cheeks. Crying out loudly, Dom’s legs tremble visibly as Billy’s fingers carefully work their way inside, gently stretching the tight ring of muscle amid Dom’s breathless pleas for more.
Watching Dom fall apart above him for the second time this morning, Billy curls his fingers forward to tenderly stroke the spongy spot he knows is guaranteed to give Dom the release he so desperately wants. A ragged cry of warning tears from Dom’s throat, and then salty fluid is flowing over Billy’s tongue in hot pulses.
Knees buckling, Dom slides down the wall, almost falling into a jumble of sprawled limbs, Billy nestled between his widely splayed thighs.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Dom pants when he can speak, head lolled to one side, eyes dark with passion. “I’m pretty much convinced that’s what your plan is.”
“No, I’m just loving you, Dommie,” Billy replies with a gentle smile, smoothing Dom’s wet hair off his forehead before pressing a feathery kiss to Dom’s flushed cheek.
Gazing at Billy through sated eyes, Dom watches Billy reach up and twist the taps off, ceasing the downpour and throwing the small space into silence.
“You’re hard,” Dom says, sliding a hand between Billy’s slightly parted thighs while he uses the other to brace himself in an attempt to lean forward. Lips meeting in a tender kiss, Billy murmurs his agreement to Dom’s statement.
“I want you, Bills,” Dom whispers hotly against his mouth, tongue darting to taste the corners as his fingers wrap around Billy’s swollen arousal. “Inside me.”
Eyes wide, Billy pulls back, breaking the kiss as his hand tightens over Dom’s, forcing Dom’s hand to stop it’s erotic movement.
“What?” he asks, voice tight and wavering.
“The sex has been incredible so far,” Dom explains. “The best I’ve ever had, and now I want to know how it feels to have you inside me.”
“Dommie-”
“And I’ve got everything we need,” Dom interjects, smiling nervously. “Do you want to turn the water back on and do it here, or go back to bed?”
“Dommie, we can’t,” Billy informs him, shaking his head.
“What?” Dom asks, confusion and hurt filling his eyes. “You don’t want to?”
Looking into Dom’s suddenly suspiciously bright eyes, Billy realizes that Dom is really wondering if Billy doesn’t want him.
“Dommie, last night you were concerned about us moving too fast,” Billy explains gently, caressing Dom’s cheek as the younger man blinks rapidly. “We’ve gone so far since last night. Further than I imagined we would. Maybe we need to slow a wee bit.”
“Will you let me take care of this first?” Dom asks, gently trying to resume stroking Billy’s stiff erection. “It’s not fair that I got off and you didn’t.”
“C’mere, Dommie,” Billy says tenderly, getting to his feet and offering his hands to Dom to help him rise as well. The moment they are face to face again, Billy cuddles Dom close, stepping out of the shower together and then wrapping Dom up in a fluffy white towel.
“Bills?” Dom whispers softly, eyes filled with uncertainty as Billy wipes several droplets of water from his face.
Quickly tucking a towel around his own waist, Billy leads the way out of the loo, keeping a protective, possessive arm around Dom to reassure him.
“Get into bed, Dommie,” Billy says in a low, soothing voice. “I want to talk to you.”
“Talk?” Dom repeats warily as he sits down on the edge of the mattress, failing to notice when the towel pulls loose, falling away and exposing the soft, bare skin beneath.
“Aye, talk,” Billy confirms, keeping his eyes focused on Dom’s face, though the urge to look down is nearly overwhelming. “Like we used to, before you pinned me against the wall and pushed your tongue into my mouth.”
“Hey, you were practically undressing me with your eyes last night,” Dom protests, lifting his hips to remove his damp towel before stretching out on the rumpled sheets, unapologetic of his nudity or the intoxicating sight he is presenting to Billy.
“Indeed I was. I’m not denying that,” Billy continues, swallowing hard to regain his control as he walks to the other side of the bed. “I’m just-”
“What?”
Letting his towel drop, Billy slides under the sheet and settles on the bed next to Dom. They’re close, bodies touching through the material, but there is no urgency in the contact.
“I miss you,” Billy says finally, bracing his weight on an elbow as he looks into Dom’s eyes.
“What? I’m right here,” Dom replies in confusion. “How can you miss me when we’re starkers and laying in bed together?”
“I miss Dom, my best mate. Since last night, everything between us has been about sex. I don’t want you to think that’s all I want from you,” Billy explains carefully, not wanting Dom to be hurt as he makes Dom understand his reasoning. “When we’re naked, all I can see is Dom, my lover. I can’t think straight. I can’t keep my hands off you, and I can’t get enough of you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Dom interjects. “You don’t see me complaining, do you?”
“Aren’t you afraid that the heat will get out of control and we’ll just burn up? Move too fast, and hurt each other?” Billy asks, his brow furrowed with worry and concern. “I’m terrified that we’ll burn out, and then I’ll lose both of you. My best mate, and my lover.”
“Bills-”
“I couldn’t handle not having you in my life, Dommie,” Billy whispers, voice hoarse with emotion. “Not since I’ve touched you. Held you. Loved you.”
Eyes soft with understanding, Dom slowly reaches up to cup Billy’s cheek in his hand.
“Bills, you don’t have to choose between mate and lover,” Dom replies, long, elegant fingers smoothing back Billy’s damp hair. “We can be both. I promise.”
“But-”
“I am not going to lose you, after one incredible night together, just when we found our way to each other,” Dom interrupts firmly. “To lose you now-”
“So you understand? Why I said no, in the shower, when you-”
“When I offered you my body,” Dom finishes when Billy trails off, blushing and ducking his head.
“It’s not that I don’t want you, Dommie,” Billy murmurs, his small hand sliding up and down Dom’s bare body from shoulder to navel, almost petting him in tender, endless caresses. “I do. I really do want you.”
“Good, because I really want you,” Dom replies with a warm, intimate smile, fingers trailing down Billy’s furry chest. “Always.”
“But-”
“I understand, Bills,” Dom says patiently. “We need to wait, until we’re both ready.”
“You don’t mind?” Billy asks, gnawing on his lower lip for a moment, brow furrowed.
“You want to be sure that we can still be mates,” Dom says matter of factly. “So I’ll prove it to you.”
“Prove it?” Billy repeats in surprise.
“I’ll show you that nothing has changed, other than the fact that we now kiss with tongue and sleep naked together,” Dom continues cheerfully. “We’ll go out and hang with our friends, have dinner, promote the movie, go to clubs, and you’ll see that I’m still daft and cheeky and a complete nutter. And then you’ll stop worrying that you’re going to lose your best mate.”
“Dommie-”
“The fact is, Bills, you had me, or at least my heart, a long time ago, long before we ever kissed,” Dom says tenderly after pressing a finger to Billy’s lips to quiet him. “I’ve been waiting for you since New Zealand.”
“What?” Billy asks, deep green eyes wide with shock.
“And I think you have, too.” When Billy ducks his head again to hide his eyes, Dom smiles and then gently lifts Billy’s chin until their eyes meet again. “How long have you felt this way about me, Bills? Honestly?”
“The day we met,” Billy confesses, breath ragged with emotion. “But then we got to be best mates, and I didn’t want to risk screwing that up. I didn’t realize how much I felt for you until Merry and Pippin got split up during Rings. All I could think of was if this is how empty Pippin feels, how would I feel if I acted on my feelings and lost you completely? Forever. I couldn’t do it.”
“Oh, Bills,” Dom says with a sigh, shaking his head. “I’m your Merry and you’re my Pip. You could never lose me.”
“I’ve missed you so much these past moths while we’ve been apart, Dom. I’ve loved being together while we’ve been promoting Fellowship. Then I started to think about what it would be like when it’s over,” Billy continues, unashamed at the excess moisture in his eyes. “Soon we’d have to say goodbye again, like that day in Wellington, and I’d have to wait almost another year to see you again.”
“Why do you think I pushed you against the wall last night?” Dom asks, arching an eyebrow. “I’ve been kicking myself since I let you walk way from me, not knowing how I felt about you. Ever since then I’ve been waiting for the chance to see you again. To see if maybe you felt the same way about me.” Pausing to pull some much needed air into his lungs, Dom smiles. “I wasn’t about to wait until Merry and Pippin were reunited in King. I couldn’t wait that long for you, Bills, so I took a chance. I had to risk it.”
“I’m so glad you did, my Dommie,” Billy murmurs as he dips his head to bring their lips together in a tender kiss.
“So, are you ready?” Dom prompts.
“Dom!”
“To spend some time with your best mate,” Dom clarifies with a knowing grin. “Or do you want a nap first?”
“I think it would be a good idea to get dressed,” Billy decides. “I know it would definitely improve my concentration.”
Chuckling, Dom stretches his arms above his head, lazy and sensual like a cat, and then pushes himself up onto his elbows. “Okay, getting dressed now.”
“Okay.”
“Bills?”
“Aye?”
“Can I have one more kiss, just to tide me over?” Dom requests shyly.
“Just a kiss?” Billy asks, playfully suspicious.
“Uh huh,” Dom replies, nodding slowly, his eyes locked on Billy’s soft lips.
“Okay.”
Rolling onto his side, Dom slips an arm around Billy’s trim waist as their mouths meet in an eager, warm kiss, lips parting and tongues tangling sweetly. True to his word, Dom doesn’t attempt to take the movement further, though there is a tiny whimper of protest when Billy reluctantly ends the kiss. Warm, uneven breath fills the quiet as a long moment passes, the new lovers gazing into each others eyes.
“We better get up,” Dom whispers, his belly fluttering with desire and excitement.
“Aye,” Billy agrees in a low, hoarse voice, fingers sliding along the shallow groove of Dom’s spine just above his arse.
“Bills?” Dom asks, swallowing a groan of pleasure.
“Mmmm?”
“We’re not moving,” Dom continues, head falling back as Billy nuzzles his small, perfect nose into the long line of Dom’s throat.
“I know,” Billy replies, voice muffled as he kisses, nibbles and licks the smooth skin.
“Are you hungry?” Dom inquires, helplessly rocking his hips forward when Billy’s hand deftly cups and squeezes the sweet curve of his bare arse.
“Starving.”
“Want me to call room service again?” Dom gasps, on the edge of losing control.
“Getting up,” Billy groans as he reluctantly pulls away, breaking the connection between their aroused bodies.
“Right,” Dom agrees, trying to ignore the heat pooling, low in his belly.
Rising from the bed on unsteady legs, Dom wobbles over to the wardrobe, opening a drawer and grabbing a fresh pair of blue jeans.
“Do you want to stop by your room?” Dom asks as he pulls the faded denim up over his bare hips.
When Billy doesn’t answer right away, Dom looks over at him, then his face breaks out into a wide grin. It appears that Billy was distracted by his naked lover, as he’s openly staring at Dom, green eyes dark with arousal.
“Bills?” Dom says, waving in an attempt to break the spell.
“Aye?” Billy replies after giving his head a shake.
“Do you want to stop by your room?” Reaching down, Dom scoops up Billy’s discarded and now wrinkled shirt. “So you can change your clothes.”
“Got a shirt I can borrow?” Billy inquires. “That would be faster, seeing as my trousers are fine.”
Unable to stop himself, Dom smiles, loving the idea of Billy wearing his clothes. “Sure,” he replies shyly.
Turning back around, Dom quickly digs through his clothing to find a shirt for Billy. When he finds something suitable, he walks over to where Billy is, disappointed that he’s missed the Scotsman covering up his lower half.
“Here,” Dom says softly, pressing the worn cotton into Billy’s hand. “If anyone sees you, they’ll assume it’s your shirt, since we both have one.”
Smiling down at the green Fellowship Trees t-shirt, Billy tugs it over his head and settles it on his body before Dom’s words sink it. What Dom isn’t saying, perhaps unconsciously revealing a secret doubt.
“Dommie?”
“Yeah?” the younger man says over his shoulder as he selects a shirt for himself.
“I’m not ashamed of you. That’s not why we haven’t left this room,” Billy tells him, closing the distance between them and sliding his arms around Dom’s slender waist.
“I didn’t-”
Unable to hide the aching vulnerability in his eyes, Dom looks away, laying his head on Billy’s shoulder and burying his squashed up nose in Billy’s neck.
“I love you, Dommie,” Billy murmurs in his ear, small fingers sliding deftly over the lean expanse of his back. “I don’t want to hide anymore.”
“Good,” Dom replies, his voice no more than a whisper. “I love you, too.”
“Ready to go?”
A low growl from Dom’s stomach fills the air, and then both men are laughing.
“C’mon, Merry,” Billy says with a smile. “I’ll buy you lunch, since we’ve missed elevensies.”
“Does that come with dessert?” Dom asks mildly as they walk into the hall, flipping the laminate card on the door knob from Do Not Disturb to Please Make Up Room.
Blushing a deep pink, Billy pokes Dom in his side, making him squeak and laugh.
“Cheeky bugger,” Billy growls, pressing a fast, hard kiss to Dom’s smiling mouth.
“Absolutely,” Dom agrees.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
“You do realize that you’re staring at me like I’m on the menu, don’t you, Bills?” Dom asks with a mischievous smile as he sets his glass of water down on the table next to his plate.
Gulping down a mouthful of tea, Billy finally tears his hungry gaze from the long column of Dom's throat. In a seemingly innocent gesture, Dom had taken a long sip from his glass, and Billy had been mesmerized by the rippling in Dom’s neck as he swallowed.
“I suppose I was,” Billy admits with a grin.
“Was?” Dom repeats incredulously, causing Billy’s cheeks to flush pink.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Dom says, ducking his head a little as he picks up his fork. “I like it, you looking at me.”
When Dom looks back up, their eyes lock, and there is no need for words. They already know what the other is thinking.
“This is really nice, Dommie,” Billy remarks a few moments later. “Just sitting, like this.”
“Yeah, it is,” Dom agrees. “Food is good, too.”
“Want more of my chicken?” Billy asks, offering the piece speared on the tines of his fork. “You seemed to like it quite a bit.”
Shaking head, Dom smiles. “Thanks, but I think I’m finally full. I can’t believe I ate so much.”
“That’s understandable,” Billy says softly, the corners of his cherubic mouth quirking up. “You’ve expended a lot of energy and need more fuel to replace it.”
“True enough,” Dom agrees, his eyes twinkling. “But I still think we should’ve ordered the fruit plate.”
Gesturing as though he’s going to kick Dom under the table, Billy chuckles with amusement.
“I’m having enough trouble concentrating without you molesting strawberries with your tongue, thank you very much,” Billy retorts, sliding his foot along the inside of Dom’s leg and then letting their feet rest together, the position comfortable and quietly intimate.
Dom’s only response is to shyly return Billy’s smile before sliding his own fork into his mouth. Surreptitiously, he watches Billy’s tongue catch a stray droplet of tea lingering on his lower lip, and swallows the groan of desire at the action. Smiling to himself, Dom lays down his fork on the edge of his almost empty plate and slouches down into the soft plushness of the booth they’re sitting in. The sun is shining through the large windows, giving Billy’s ginger hair a golden halo and making his eyes sparkle. He looks happy and relaxed, Dom realizes, beyond relieved that Billy seems to have decided that his concerns are unfounded. They’ve been sitting at the table in the restaurant for nearly an hour now, just talking and eating, enjoying a welcome break from the busy promoting schedule.
“What are you thinking about?” Billy asks softly, breaking the comfortable lull in conversation.
“Nothing,” Dom replies, tilting his head to one side. “Just relaxing, happy to be here with you.”
“Me, too, Dommie.”
Looking up as their waitress approaches, Dom nods, thanks her, and then leans forward again after she removes his plate.
“So what do you feel like doing this afternoon?” he asks, chin in one hand, the other toying with his water glass. “Want to go for a walk? Do some sightseeing?”
“That might be nice,” Billy replies. “So far we haven’t seen anything except airports, hotels and theatres. We could-”
“There you are!”
The cozy atmosphere is shattered when Elijah flops down on the seat next to Dom, and Orlando slides in to sit next to Billy, albeit more quietly and gracefully.
“I called Dom’s room, but there was no answer,” Elijah continues, completely oblivious to what he has interrupted. “Billy, how’s your headache?”
“Gone,” Billy answers him as Dom smiles apologetically and shakes his head sadly. “I feel much better.”
“Lij, do you mind?” Orlando asks tightly, gesturing with his hand a request for the American to lower the volume of his voice.
“Oh, right. Sorry. I forgot,” Elijah says sheepishly, his tone much lower. “He’s got a hangover.”
Wordlessly, Dom slides his half-full water glass across the table and nods at Orlando.
“Help yourself.”
“Thanks,” Orlando replies gratefully. “We ordered some food when we came in, and then Lij saw you two hiding in the back.”
“Were you out drinking with Vig and Beanie again?” Billy inquires with an arched eyebrow, almost positive that he already knows the answer.
Sighing heavily, Orlando nods slowly. “Yeah. You think I would’ve learned from the last time.”
“Apparently not,” Dom remarks, straightening up as their waitress approaches again with a tray of glasses and plates.
“Dude! Thank God,” Elijah says emphatically. “I’m fuc-”
Billy clearing his throat firmly causes Elijah to pause abruptly.
“I’m starving,” the younger man finishes, looking more than a bit embarrassed.
Not even trying to hide a smile, the waitress sets down an enormous bacon and cheese hamburger with fries in front of Elijah before turning to set Orlando’s plate down. When his selection comes into view, Billy’s eyes widen and his cheeks flush. Shoulders shaking with silent laughter, Dom meets Billy’s gaze and then looks back at the plate. A selection of fresh fruit is spread out in a pleasing display, the sliced kiwi and ripe strawberries rich in color and juicy, the wedges of melon, peach and apple fanned out in multilayered half circles. At the centre is a small bowl, piled high with glistening grapes. Biting the insides of his cheeks to keep quiet, Dom averts his eyes, suddenly fascinated by his crumpled napkin.
“You eat like a girl, Orli,” Elijah teases mercilessly as he pours some ketchup on his burger and then on his fries. “Fruit?”
“After last night, this is about all I’m willing to risk,” Orlando retorts, tenderly rubbing his much abused stomach. “And I’m never drinking tequila again.”
“That’s what you said last time,” Elijah replies with a grin.
“Piss off.”
Picking up a slice of apple and nibbling on it, Orlando looks over at the oddly quiet side of table, noticing the flushed cheeks and happy glow in both of Dom and Billy’s faces. Digging into his burger with gusto, Elijah doesn’t notice as Orlando chews slowly and silently observes, a slow smile turning up the corners of his wide mouth. Finally Dom realizes that he’s being watched, gazing hungrily at Billy, and he blushes deeply.
“Maybe we should go,” Orlando says softly, looking back and forth between Dom and Billy. “We didn’t mean to intrude.”
“What?” Elijah asks with his mouth full, brow furrowed in confusion.
“It’s fine, Orli,” Dom replies quickly. “Really.”
Swallowing, Elijah frowns. “Why do you think we should go? We just got here.”
“You didn’t have a headache last night, did you?” Orlando asks Billy knowingly.
Glancing at Dom, Billy slowly shakes his head. “No, I didn’t.”
“How did you know?” Dom asks curiously, looking back and forth between Billy and Orlando.
“I wondered how long it was going to take you two wankers to figure it out,” Orlando explains. “My guess is, you finally did last night.”
“Figured out what?” Elijah demands heatedly, annoyed at being the only one confused.
“You’ve been looking at each other for so long,” Orlando continues. “Both wanting, so much, but too afraid to say anything. If you’d just trusted yourselves, you could’ve had this,” Orlando pauses to wave at the two of them, “in New Zealand.”
“Do you mean-”
Trailing off, Elijah’s normally large blue eyes are enormous as he stares at Dom and Billy with new understanding.
“What are you doing here, staring at each other?” Orlando asks. “What are you waiting for? At this rate, it won’t be very long before the press gets a hold of it. Is that what you want?”
“Orli-” Dom begins, suddenly wondering if Billy would prefer to keep their romantic relationship quiet. After all, Billy is a very private person.
Reaching across the table, Billy takes one of Dom’s hands in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, causing the younger man to fall silent. Pushing his plate forward, Billy rises and leans forward, both hands reaching for and then cupping Dom’s face. Wordlessly, Dom rises as well, eyes fluttering closed as Billy pulls their mouths together. Lips parting automatically, a tiny gasp of pleasure bubbles up in Dom’s throat as Billy’s pointy tongue slips into the hot sweetness of his mouth, tangling wetly with his.
Gripping a handful of Billy’s t-shirt, Dom returns his affection with equal fervor, forgetting the public place they’re in, the audience at the table, and the awkward position they’re half-standing in. When Billy teasingly draws Dom’s pouty lower lip into his mouth and gently begins sucking on it, Elijah squeaks with surprise, his food all but forgotten. Finally bringing the kiss to an end, Billy reluctantly releases his hold on Dom as they sink unsteadily back into their seats, chests heaving for breath.
“Holy fuck,” Elijah whispers in awe, looking over at a grinning and satisfied Orlando.
“Dommie?” Billy says, gazing deep into his lover’s heated gaze.
“What?” Dom pants, licking his lower lip and tasting Billy there.
“Yes.”
For a moment, Dom frowns in confusion and then his eyes flash wide, dark with arousal as he understands what Billy is referring to.
“We need our waitress,” Billy says in a hoarse voice, briefly looking away from Dom to scan the restaurant. “Now.”
Smothering a laugh, Orlando slides out of the booth and beckons Billy to slide out.
“I’ll take care of the check,” Orlando say as Billy rises to stand beside him. “You two need to get out of here.”
None too gently, Elijah is urged out the booth by Dom, who scrambles out after him, desperate to be close to Billy. To touch him, hold him, kiss him. Taking Billy’s outstretched hand, Dom snuggles into his side, his blue-grey eyes sparkling happily.
“Are you sure?” Dom asks quietly, giving Billy’s hand a squeeze. “Because-”
Silencing Dom with a tender, yet passionate kiss, Billy then rubs their noses together affectionately.
“Yes, my Dommie. I’m sure.”
Tucking Dom protectively into his side, Billy nods his thanks to Orlando and leads Dom away, in the direction of the bank of elevators. Just as the doors of the lift start to close, Orlando watches one of Billy’s hands slide under Dom’s t-shirt, the other carding through his dark blonde hair as their mouths meet in a deep, hungry kiss. Settling back down in the booth, Orlando picks up his fork, pierces a slice of kiwi and half a strawberry, and then pops them into his mouth, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.
For a long moment Elijah can only stare at Orlando, trying to absorb what he’s just been witness to, and waiting for some kind of an explanation. He’s jolted back to action when Orlando reaches across the table and steals a french fry.
“Hey!”
“If you’re just going to sit there, I’m going to take that burger off your plate,” Orlando warns after chewing and swallowing the fry. “Eat.”
“You’re not going to tell me anything?” Elijah asks in disbelief. “About Dom and Billy, I mean. You’ve obviously known something, for a really long time.”
“Lij, it’s not mine to tell,” Orlando replies soothingly. “If they want to share, that’s up to them.”
Leaning back in the booth, Orlando smiles up at the ceiling, overjoyed that his friends are finally together, happy and in love, like they should’ve been years ago. That, and thanks to the bet he made with Viggo on the first day of the promotional tour that Billy and Dom would be a couple before the release of Fellowship, Orlando is now fifty quid richer.
“What are you so happy about?” Elijah asks petulantly, eyeing his burger and debating if Orlando will make good on his threat.
Utterly content, his hangover all but gone, Orlando grins. “I was just thinking, it’s a really good thing that Dom and Billy aren’t cousins, like Merry and Pippin.”
Elijah bursts out laughing, the tension between them dissolves, and then they both dig into their food.
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5-Clean Sheets & Sampling Treats
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17, to be on the safe side.
Summary: Wet and naked hobbits. Second breakfast is served, and then some.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to my beta,
frojane, and for feeding me plot bunnies until I agreed to write it.Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: You know that song? ‘This is the song that never ends . . .’ Well, this is the fic that will not end. *sigh* Here’s the fourth installment in the Simply Delicious series.
Previous Parts: 1-Hungry | 2-Dessert | 3-Breakfast
Hot water flows over pale, bare skin, warming and soothing aching muscles as the small, tile enclosure begins to fill with steam. Gently teasing Dom’s pouty lower lip into his mouth, Billy sucks in a lazy, sensual rhythm, his belly fluttering when Dom whimpers with pleasure, his long tongue eagerly seeking entrance to Billy’s mouth. Hands on Dom’s slender hips, Billy turns their bodies slightly, guiding Dom further under the spray and soaking his endearingly mussed blonde hair. Finally breaking the contact between their lips, Billy smiles as he draws his small fingers through the damp strands and then cups Dom’s face.
“What?” Dom asks, opening his eyes to meet Billy’s gaze.
“I was just remembering all the times we went surfing and you’d come out of the ocean, your hair all wet and sticking up, and I’d want to kiss you,” Billy replies, blushing a little at the admission. “I wanted to lay on the sand with you, and hold you.”
“Why do you think I always made sure that we sat next to each other on the way home?” Dom asks teasingly. “It was so I could put my head on your shoulder and snuggle up to you as I slept.”
“You used to crawl into bed with me when you’d drink too much at one of Lij’s parties, too,” Billy comments with a smile as he reaches over to grab a bottle of shampoo. “I’d wake up to you using me as a human pillow.”
“You never complained,” Dom retorts cheekily. “As I recall, you’d whinge when I’d try to get out of bed in the morning and hold onto me to keep me there.”
“Of course I did. You were warm, and most of the time, weren’t wearing much in the way of clothes,” Billy replies, eyes darkening at the memory. “For a little while I could pretend that you were mine.”
“Me too.”
“But now there’s no more pretending,” Billy finishes warmly as he pours some shampoo into the palm of his other hand. “Now I get the real thing.”
“Completely starkers,” Dom adds, closing his eyes as Billy lathers the suds in his hair.
“And what a beautiful sight it is,” Billy agrees, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of Dom’s nose.
Humming contentedly, Dom’s fingers slide over Billy’s furry chest, teasing both of his nipples into dark, rosy peaks. Listening to Billy’s breath catch, Dom grins and then eagerly lets his hands roam, petting Billy’s bare body, limited only by what he can reach.
“Rinse,” Billy says softly, and then tips Dom’s head back, mesmerized by the long, wet line of Dom’s throat.
“I love your hands, Bills,” Dom murmurs, hands sliding up Billy’s body rest on his shoulders. “Feels so good.”
“Love touching you, Dommie,” Billy replies, leaning forward to place a kiss to the hollow of Dom’s throat as rivulets of clear water glide over his skin. “You’re so precious.”
“Kiss me,” Dom demands softly as he lowers his chin, their eyes locking.
A moment later lips are meeting in a hungry, openmouthed kisses, tongues tangling together, warm water flowing over their entwined bodies. Whimpering into Billy’s mouth, Dom sinks into his lover’s embrace, relishing in the realization of how perfect and natural it feels to be in Billy’s arms.
Hands sliding over Dom’s hips, Billy cups both cheeks of Dom’s arse in his small hands and squeezes gently as his tongue slides deeper into Dom’s mouth, tasting the honeyed sweetness. Knees buckling for a moment, Dom stumbles, only to be caught and cradled against Billy’s warm, wet, firm body.
“I’ve got you, Dommie,” Billy whispers in Dom’s ear as his fingers stroke the twin indentations of Dom’s back dimples.
“You sure do,” Dom replies, giggling and smiling widely before kissing Billy’s damp cheek.
Keeping an arm wrapped around Dom’s waist, Billy blindly reaches outside of the shower with his free hand to grab a face flannel off the towel rack. Picking up a bottle of shower gel and flipping open the cap, Billy smiles as a pleasant aroma wafts across his face to fill the air. Gently tipping the small bottle over, he pours a generous amount into the wet face flannel clutched in his other hand while nibbling on the fleshy lobe of Dom’s ear.
“What are you doing?” Dom asks with a sigh, trailing his long, elegant fingers and down Billy’s back in lazy, endless caresses.
“Need to get you cleaned up, Dommie, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun doing it.”
“Mmm, okay.”
Letting his head fall to one side to give Billy more room to work, Dom smiles and snuggles further into Billy’s embrace, silently wishing he could get closer.
“It’s really hard to concentrate when you’re doing that,” Billy informs him in a teasing voice. “Are you trying to distract me?”
“Absolutely,” Dom admits, meeting Billy’s gaze with smoldering eyes. “C’mere.”
Before Billy can say a word in response, Dom’s tongue is sliding eagerly between his lips again, and he whimpers when Billy enthusiastically reciprocates. Warm water flowing over their shoulders, Billy moves the soapy face flannel from Dom’s back to his chest, covering the smooth skin with suds.
“Smells good,” Billy murmurs between slow, wet kisses. “What is it?”
“Peach passion.”
“Hrm. Fitting.”
Gasping when the tip of Billy’s finger begins stroking a rosy nipple in a lazy circle, Dom tightens his hold on Billy’s narrow hips. Satisfied by Dom’s response, Billy laps at the hollow of Dom’s throat as he moves the face flannel down Dom’s flat belly, pausing at his navel. Guiding Dom until his back is pressed against the wall, Billy pushes a small, soapy finger into the sensitive circle, grinning when Dom moans and writhes with pleasure, arching into Billy’s touch. Despite Dom’s pleas for Billy to move faster, he continues in a slow, unhurried pace until Dom’s lithe body has been soaped, stroked and rinsed from shoulders to thighs.
“Turn around,” Billy instructs, a hand on Dom’s hip, guiding him around.
“What about you?” Dom asks in protest, gently resisting.
“Later,” Billy promises, kissing the tip of Dom’s nose and giving him a wink.
Reluctantly agreeing to Billy’s request, Dom faces the wall, hands on the tiles in front of him. For a moment, Dom considers turning back around, and then Billy’s growing erection is sliding against the cleft of his arse.
“Fuck,” Dom moans, pushing his hips backwards, desperate for more intimate contact.
A small hand grips Dom’s hip to keep him in place, and then Billy is drawing the soapy cloth across Dom’s shoulder blades. Mewling shamelessly, Dom braces his hands on the wall and continues to rock back into Billy’s arousal as much as Billy will allow, his head down, eyes closed.
Watching the suds and water wash away the faint remnants of the chocolate, Billy slides the damp cloth down the shallow groove of Dom’s spine, hesitating briefly before slipping a finger between the top of Dom’s cheeks. Knees suddenly buckling, Dom whimpers and then sighs raggedly when Billy drops the cloth to the floor of the shower to wrap his arm around Dom’s slender waist to steady him.
“Sensitive?” Billy murmurs in Dom’s ear when the younger men sags against him weakly, panting for breath.
“Do you remember what happened an hour ago?” Dom retorts teasingly, turning his head and nipping gently at Billy’s neck before lapping at the resulting red mark. “When you made me come so hard.”
“I’m surprised the entire hotel didn’t hear you, Dommie,” Billy replies with an intimate smile. “You were so loud.”
“Was that a complaint?” Dom inquires, his heart skipping a beat.
“Not at all, love,” Billy tenderly soothes, tongue tracing the shell of Dom’s ear. “I love your voice, love watching you in my arms. It was beautiful.”
“Oh, good.”
Somehow sensing Dom’s uncertainty, Billy turns Dom in his arms until they’re face to face once again, their bodies close as the water pours over their bare skin, enveloping them in a warm, wet cocoon.
“Haven’t you figured out that I love everything about you, Dommie?” Billy asks, cupping Dom’s scruffy cheek and looking deep into his expressive, blue-grey eyes.
“I love you, Bills,” Dom replies shyly, nuzzling into Billy’s caress.
“And I love you, my Dommie,” Billy whispers as he leans forward, voice unsteady, overflowing with emotion, his eyes closed and their foreheads touching.
Tipping his head slightly to the right, Dom hungrily closes the distance between their swollen mouths, the tip of his tongue tracing the sweet, cupid’s bow of Billy’s rosy upper lip. Wordlessly, their bodies come together, arms winding around one another, hands stroking and touching in endless caresses, lips meeting and parting in deep, wet, passionate kisses. When Billy’s mouth leaves his, Dom throws his head back and moans wantonly, his limbs shaking from the immense pleasure. Slowly, Billy works his way down Dom’s lithe, slender body, lapping and sucking on his nipples before feasting on Dom’s beloved belly button, tongue thrusting and swirling inside the sensitive circle.
“Billy-” Dom gasps, long fingers threading through wet, ginger hair. “What are you-”
Dom loses the ability to speak when he looks down, just in time to watch Billy’s cherubic lips part and take the tip of Dom’s swollen arousal into his mouth. Bucking against the small hands pressed to his hips, Dom writhes helplessly, surrendering his control to Billy without a word of protest. Losing himself in the sensuous, erotic rhythm of Billy’s mouth, Dom watches through glittering, half-lidded eyes as Billy bobs his head, lips wrapped tightly around Dom as he swirls his tongue and sucks greedily.
Shifting so his legs are further apart, Dom gasps when Billy opens his smoldering eyes, their heated gazes locked as Billy pulls Dom in deeper and sucks more voraciously. Mewling at the sensation, Dom begs profusely for release, the ache, low in his belly, becoming more and more urgent. A moment later, two small soap-slicked fingers are stroking soft, tender skin and then pressing between Dom’s cheeks. Crying out loudly, Dom’s legs tremble visibly as Billy’s fingers carefully work their way inside, gently stretching the tight ring of muscle amid Dom’s breathless pleas for more.
Watching Dom fall apart above him for the second time this morning, Billy curls his fingers forward to tenderly stroke the spongy spot he knows is guaranteed to give Dom the release he so desperately wants. A ragged cry of warning tears from Dom’s throat, and then salty fluid is flowing over Billy’s tongue in hot pulses.
Knees buckling, Dom slides down the wall, almost falling into a jumble of sprawled limbs, Billy nestled between his widely splayed thighs.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Dom pants when he can speak, head lolled to one side, eyes dark with passion. “I’m pretty much convinced that’s what your plan is.”
“No, I’m just loving you, Dommie,” Billy replies with a gentle smile, smoothing Dom’s wet hair off his forehead before pressing a feathery kiss to Dom’s flushed cheek.
Gazing at Billy through sated eyes, Dom watches Billy reach up and twist the taps off, ceasing the downpour and throwing the small space into silence.
“You’re hard,” Dom says, sliding a hand between Billy’s slightly parted thighs while he uses the other to brace himself in an attempt to lean forward. Lips meeting in a tender kiss, Billy murmurs his agreement to Dom’s statement.
“I want you, Bills,” Dom whispers hotly against his mouth, tongue darting to taste the corners as his fingers wrap around Billy’s swollen arousal. “Inside me.”
Eyes wide, Billy pulls back, breaking the kiss as his hand tightens over Dom’s, forcing Dom’s hand to stop it’s erotic movement.
“What?” he asks, voice tight and wavering.
“The sex has been incredible so far,” Dom explains. “The best I’ve ever had, and now I want to know how it feels to have you inside me.”
“Dommie-”
“And I’ve got everything we need,” Dom interjects, smiling nervously. “Do you want to turn the water back on and do it here, or go back to bed?”
“Dommie, we can’t,” Billy informs him, shaking his head.
“What?” Dom asks, confusion and hurt filling his eyes. “You don’t want to?”
Looking into Dom’s suddenly suspiciously bright eyes, Billy realizes that Dom is really wondering if Billy doesn’t want him.
“Dommie, last night you were concerned about us moving too fast,” Billy explains gently, caressing Dom’s cheek as the younger man blinks rapidly. “We’ve gone so far since last night. Further than I imagined we would. Maybe we need to slow a wee bit.”
“Will you let me take care of this first?” Dom asks, gently trying to resume stroking Billy’s stiff erection. “It’s not fair that I got off and you didn’t.”
“C’mere, Dommie,” Billy says tenderly, getting to his feet and offering his hands to Dom to help him rise as well. The moment they are face to face again, Billy cuddles Dom close, stepping out of the shower together and then wrapping Dom up in a fluffy white towel.
“Bills?” Dom whispers softly, eyes filled with uncertainty as Billy wipes several droplets of water from his face.
Quickly tucking a towel around his own waist, Billy leads the way out of the loo, keeping a protective, possessive arm around Dom to reassure him.
“Get into bed, Dommie,” Billy says in a low, soothing voice. “I want to talk to you.”
“Talk?” Dom repeats warily as he sits down on the edge of the mattress, failing to notice when the towel pulls loose, falling away and exposing the soft, bare skin beneath.
“Aye, talk,” Billy confirms, keeping his eyes focused on Dom’s face, though the urge to look down is nearly overwhelming. “Like we used to, before you pinned me against the wall and pushed your tongue into my mouth.”
“Hey, you were practically undressing me with your eyes last night,” Dom protests, lifting his hips to remove his damp towel before stretching out on the rumpled sheets, unapologetic of his nudity or the intoxicating sight he is presenting to Billy.
“Indeed I was. I’m not denying that,” Billy continues, swallowing hard to regain his control as he walks to the other side of the bed. “I’m just-”
“What?”
Letting his towel drop, Billy slides under the sheet and settles on the bed next to Dom. They’re close, bodies touching through the material, but there is no urgency in the contact.
“I miss you,” Billy says finally, bracing his weight on an elbow as he looks into Dom’s eyes.
“What? I’m right here,” Dom replies in confusion. “How can you miss me when we’re starkers and laying in bed together?”
“I miss Dom, my best mate. Since last night, everything between us has been about sex. I don’t want you to think that’s all I want from you,” Billy explains carefully, not wanting Dom to be hurt as he makes Dom understand his reasoning. “When we’re naked, all I can see is Dom, my lover. I can’t think straight. I can’t keep my hands off you, and I can’t get enough of you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Dom interjects. “You don’t see me complaining, do you?”
“Aren’t you afraid that the heat will get out of control and we’ll just burn up? Move too fast, and hurt each other?” Billy asks, his brow furrowed with worry and concern. “I’m terrified that we’ll burn out, and then I’ll lose both of you. My best mate, and my lover.”
“Bills-”
“I couldn’t handle not having you in my life, Dommie,” Billy whispers, voice hoarse with emotion. “Not since I’ve touched you. Held you. Loved you.”
Eyes soft with understanding, Dom slowly reaches up to cup Billy’s cheek in his hand.
“Bills, you don’t have to choose between mate and lover,” Dom replies, long, elegant fingers smoothing back Billy’s damp hair. “We can be both. I promise.”
“But-”
“I am not going to lose you, after one incredible night together, just when we found our way to each other,” Dom interrupts firmly. “To lose you now-”
“So you understand? Why I said no, in the shower, when you-”
“When I offered you my body,” Dom finishes when Billy trails off, blushing and ducking his head.
“It’s not that I don’t want you, Dommie,” Billy murmurs, his small hand sliding up and down Dom’s bare body from shoulder to navel, almost petting him in tender, endless caresses. “I do. I really do want you.”
“Good, because I really want you,” Dom replies with a warm, intimate smile, fingers trailing down Billy’s furry chest. “Always.”
“But-”
“I understand, Bills,” Dom says patiently. “We need to wait, until we’re both ready.”
“You don’t mind?” Billy asks, gnawing on his lower lip for a moment, brow furrowed.
“You want to be sure that we can still be mates,” Dom says matter of factly. “So I’ll prove it to you.”
“Prove it?” Billy repeats in surprise.
“I’ll show you that nothing has changed, other than the fact that we now kiss with tongue and sleep naked together,” Dom continues cheerfully. “We’ll go out and hang with our friends, have dinner, promote the movie, go to clubs, and you’ll see that I’m still daft and cheeky and a complete nutter. And then you’ll stop worrying that you’re going to lose your best mate.”
“Dommie-”
“The fact is, Bills, you had me, or at least my heart, a long time ago, long before we ever kissed,” Dom says tenderly after pressing a finger to Billy’s lips to quiet him. “I’ve been waiting for you since New Zealand.”
“What?” Billy asks, deep green eyes wide with shock.
“And I think you have, too.” When Billy ducks his head again to hide his eyes, Dom smiles and then gently lifts Billy’s chin until their eyes meet again. “How long have you felt this way about me, Bills? Honestly?”
“The day we met,” Billy confesses, breath ragged with emotion. “But then we got to be best mates, and I didn’t want to risk screwing that up. I didn’t realize how much I felt for you until Merry and Pippin got split up during Rings. All I could think of was if this is how empty Pippin feels, how would I feel if I acted on my feelings and lost you completely? Forever. I couldn’t do it.”
“Oh, Bills,” Dom says with a sigh, shaking his head. “I’m your Merry and you’re my Pip. You could never lose me.”
“I’ve missed you so much these past moths while we’ve been apart, Dom. I’ve loved being together while we’ve been promoting Fellowship. Then I started to think about what it would be like when it’s over,” Billy continues, unashamed at the excess moisture in his eyes. “Soon we’d have to say goodbye again, like that day in Wellington, and I’d have to wait almost another year to see you again.”
“Why do you think I pushed you against the wall last night?” Dom asks, arching an eyebrow. “I’ve been kicking myself since I let you walk way from me, not knowing how I felt about you. Ever since then I’ve been waiting for the chance to see you again. To see if maybe you felt the same way about me.” Pausing to pull some much needed air into his lungs, Dom smiles. “I wasn’t about to wait until Merry and Pippin were reunited in King. I couldn’t wait that long for you, Bills, so I took a chance. I had to risk it.”
“I’m so glad you did, my Dommie,” Billy murmurs as he dips his head to bring their lips together in a tender kiss.
“So, are you ready?” Dom prompts.
“Dom!”
“To spend some time with your best mate,” Dom clarifies with a knowing grin. “Or do you want a nap first?”
“I think it would be a good idea to get dressed,” Billy decides. “I know it would definitely improve my concentration.”
Chuckling, Dom stretches his arms above his head, lazy and sensual like a cat, and then pushes himself up onto his elbows. “Okay, getting dressed now.”
“Okay.”
“Bills?”
“Aye?”
“Can I have one more kiss, just to tide me over?” Dom requests shyly.
“Just a kiss?” Billy asks, playfully suspicious.
“Uh huh,” Dom replies, nodding slowly, his eyes locked on Billy’s soft lips.
“Okay.”
Rolling onto his side, Dom slips an arm around Billy’s trim waist as their mouths meet in an eager, warm kiss, lips parting and tongues tangling sweetly. True to his word, Dom doesn’t attempt to take the movement further, though there is a tiny whimper of protest when Billy reluctantly ends the kiss. Warm, uneven breath fills the quiet as a long moment passes, the new lovers gazing into each others eyes.
“We better get up,” Dom whispers, his belly fluttering with desire and excitement.
“Aye,” Billy agrees in a low, hoarse voice, fingers sliding along the shallow groove of Dom’s spine just above his arse.
“Bills?” Dom asks, swallowing a groan of pleasure.
“Mmmm?”
“We’re not moving,” Dom continues, head falling back as Billy nuzzles his small, perfect nose into the long line of Dom’s throat.
“I know,” Billy replies, voice muffled as he kisses, nibbles and licks the smooth skin.
“Are you hungry?” Dom inquires, helplessly rocking his hips forward when Billy’s hand deftly cups and squeezes the sweet curve of his bare arse.
“Starving.”
“Want me to call room service again?” Dom gasps, on the edge of losing control.
“Getting up,” Billy groans as he reluctantly pulls away, breaking the connection between their aroused bodies.
“Right,” Dom agrees, trying to ignore the heat pooling, low in his belly.
Rising from the bed on unsteady legs, Dom wobbles over to the wardrobe, opening a drawer and grabbing a fresh pair of blue jeans.
“Do you want to stop by your room?” Dom asks as he pulls the faded denim up over his bare hips.
When Billy doesn’t answer right away, Dom looks over at him, then his face breaks out into a wide grin. It appears that Billy was distracted by his naked lover, as he’s openly staring at Dom, green eyes dark with arousal.
“Bills?” Dom says, waving in an attempt to break the spell.
“Aye?” Billy replies after giving his head a shake.
“Do you want to stop by your room?” Reaching down, Dom scoops up Billy’s discarded and now wrinkled shirt. “So you can change your clothes.”
“Got a shirt I can borrow?” Billy inquires. “That would be faster, seeing as my trousers are fine.”
Unable to stop himself, Dom smiles, loving the idea of Billy wearing his clothes. “Sure,” he replies shyly.
Turning back around, Dom quickly digs through his clothing to find a shirt for Billy. When he finds something suitable, he walks over to where Billy is, disappointed that he’s missed the Scotsman covering up his lower half.
“Here,” Dom says softly, pressing the worn cotton into Billy’s hand. “If anyone sees you, they’ll assume it’s your shirt, since we both have one.”
Smiling down at the green Fellowship Trees t-shirt, Billy tugs it over his head and settles it on his body before Dom’s words sink it. What Dom isn’t saying, perhaps unconsciously revealing a secret doubt.
“Dommie?”
“Yeah?” the younger man says over his shoulder as he selects a shirt for himself.
“I’m not ashamed of you. That’s not why we haven’t left this room,” Billy tells him, closing the distance between them and sliding his arms around Dom’s slender waist.
“I didn’t-”
Unable to hide the aching vulnerability in his eyes, Dom looks away, laying his head on Billy’s shoulder and burying his squashed up nose in Billy’s neck.
“I love you, Dommie,” Billy murmurs in his ear, small fingers sliding deftly over the lean expanse of his back. “I don’t want to hide anymore.”
“Good,” Dom replies, his voice no more than a whisper. “I love you, too.”
“Ready to go?”
A low growl from Dom’s stomach fills the air, and then both men are laughing.
“C’mon, Merry,” Billy says with a smile. “I’ll buy you lunch, since we’ve missed elevensies.”
“Does that come with dessert?” Dom asks mildly as they walk into the hall, flipping the laminate card on the door knob from Do Not Disturb to Please Make Up Room.
Blushing a deep pink, Billy pokes Dom in his side, making him squeak and laugh.
“Cheeky bugger,” Billy growls, pressing a fast, hard kiss to Dom’s smiling mouth.
“Absolutely,” Dom agrees.
“You do realize that you’re staring at me like I’m on the menu, don’t you, Bills?” Dom asks with a mischievous smile as he sets his glass of water down on the table next to his plate.
Gulping down a mouthful of tea, Billy finally tears his hungry gaze from the long column of Dom's throat. In a seemingly innocent gesture, Dom had taken a long sip from his glass, and Billy had been mesmerized by the rippling in Dom’s neck as he swallowed.
“I suppose I was,” Billy admits with a grin.
“Was?” Dom repeats incredulously, causing Billy’s cheeks to flush pink.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Dom says, ducking his head a little as he picks up his fork. “I like it, you looking at me.”
When Dom looks back up, their eyes lock, and there is no need for words. They already know what the other is thinking.
“This is really nice, Dommie,” Billy remarks a few moments later. “Just sitting, like this.”
“Yeah, it is,” Dom agrees. “Food is good, too.”
“Want more of my chicken?” Billy asks, offering the piece speared on the tines of his fork. “You seemed to like it quite a bit.”
Shaking head, Dom smiles. “Thanks, but I think I’m finally full. I can’t believe I ate so much.”
“That’s understandable,” Billy says softly, the corners of his cherubic mouth quirking up. “You’ve expended a lot of energy and need more fuel to replace it.”
“True enough,” Dom agrees, his eyes twinkling. “But I still think we should’ve ordered the fruit plate.”
Gesturing as though he’s going to kick Dom under the table, Billy chuckles with amusement.
“I’m having enough trouble concentrating without you molesting strawberries with your tongue, thank you very much,” Billy retorts, sliding his foot along the inside of Dom’s leg and then letting their feet rest together, the position comfortable and quietly intimate.
Dom’s only response is to shyly return Billy’s smile before sliding his own fork into his mouth. Surreptitiously, he watches Billy’s tongue catch a stray droplet of tea lingering on his lower lip, and swallows the groan of desire at the action. Smiling to himself, Dom lays down his fork on the edge of his almost empty plate and slouches down into the soft plushness of the booth they’re sitting in. The sun is shining through the large windows, giving Billy’s ginger hair a golden halo and making his eyes sparkle. He looks happy and relaxed, Dom realizes, beyond relieved that Billy seems to have decided that his concerns are unfounded. They’ve been sitting at the table in the restaurant for nearly an hour now, just talking and eating, enjoying a welcome break from the busy promoting schedule.
“What are you thinking about?” Billy asks softly, breaking the comfortable lull in conversation.
“Nothing,” Dom replies, tilting his head to one side. “Just relaxing, happy to be here with you.”
“Me, too, Dommie.”
Looking up as their waitress approaches, Dom nods, thanks her, and then leans forward again after she removes his plate.
“So what do you feel like doing this afternoon?” he asks, chin in one hand, the other toying with his water glass. “Want to go for a walk? Do some sightseeing?”
“That might be nice,” Billy replies. “So far we haven’t seen anything except airports, hotels and theatres. We could-”
“There you are!”
The cozy atmosphere is shattered when Elijah flops down on the seat next to Dom, and Orlando slides in to sit next to Billy, albeit more quietly and gracefully.
“I called Dom’s room, but there was no answer,” Elijah continues, completely oblivious to what he has interrupted. “Billy, how’s your headache?”
“Gone,” Billy answers him as Dom smiles apologetically and shakes his head sadly. “I feel much better.”
“Lij, do you mind?” Orlando asks tightly, gesturing with his hand a request for the American to lower the volume of his voice.
“Oh, right. Sorry. I forgot,” Elijah says sheepishly, his tone much lower. “He’s got a hangover.”
Wordlessly, Dom slides his half-full water glass across the table and nods at Orlando.
“Help yourself.”
“Thanks,” Orlando replies gratefully. “We ordered some food when we came in, and then Lij saw you two hiding in the back.”
“Were you out drinking with Vig and Beanie again?” Billy inquires with an arched eyebrow, almost positive that he already knows the answer.
Sighing heavily, Orlando nods slowly. “Yeah. You think I would’ve learned from the last time.”
“Apparently not,” Dom remarks, straightening up as their waitress approaches again with a tray of glasses and plates.
“Dude! Thank God,” Elijah says emphatically. “I’m fuc-”
Billy clearing his throat firmly causes Elijah to pause abruptly.
“I’m starving,” the younger man finishes, looking more than a bit embarrassed.
Not even trying to hide a smile, the waitress sets down an enormous bacon and cheese hamburger with fries in front of Elijah before turning to set Orlando’s plate down. When his selection comes into view, Billy’s eyes widen and his cheeks flush. Shoulders shaking with silent laughter, Dom meets Billy’s gaze and then looks back at the plate. A selection of fresh fruit is spread out in a pleasing display, the sliced kiwi and ripe strawberries rich in color and juicy, the wedges of melon, peach and apple fanned out in multilayered half circles. At the centre is a small bowl, piled high with glistening grapes. Biting the insides of his cheeks to keep quiet, Dom averts his eyes, suddenly fascinated by his crumpled napkin.
“You eat like a girl, Orli,” Elijah teases mercilessly as he pours some ketchup on his burger and then on his fries. “Fruit?”
“After last night, this is about all I’m willing to risk,” Orlando retorts, tenderly rubbing his much abused stomach. “And I’m never drinking tequila again.”
“That’s what you said last time,” Elijah replies with a grin.
“Piss off.”
Picking up a slice of apple and nibbling on it, Orlando looks over at the oddly quiet side of table, noticing the flushed cheeks and happy glow in both of Dom and Billy’s faces. Digging into his burger with gusto, Elijah doesn’t notice as Orlando chews slowly and silently observes, a slow smile turning up the corners of his wide mouth. Finally Dom realizes that he’s being watched, gazing hungrily at Billy, and he blushes deeply.
“Maybe we should go,” Orlando says softly, looking back and forth between Dom and Billy. “We didn’t mean to intrude.”
“What?” Elijah asks with his mouth full, brow furrowed in confusion.
“It’s fine, Orli,” Dom replies quickly. “Really.”
Swallowing, Elijah frowns. “Why do you think we should go? We just got here.”
“You didn’t have a headache last night, did you?” Orlando asks Billy knowingly.
Glancing at Dom, Billy slowly shakes his head. “No, I didn’t.”
“How did you know?” Dom asks curiously, looking back and forth between Billy and Orlando.
“I wondered how long it was going to take you two wankers to figure it out,” Orlando explains. “My guess is, you finally did last night.”
“Figured out what?” Elijah demands heatedly, annoyed at being the only one confused.
“You’ve been looking at each other for so long,” Orlando continues. “Both wanting, so much, but too afraid to say anything. If you’d just trusted yourselves, you could’ve had this,” Orlando pauses to wave at the two of them, “in New Zealand.”
“Do you mean-”
Trailing off, Elijah’s normally large blue eyes are enormous as he stares at Dom and Billy with new understanding.
“What are you doing here, staring at each other?” Orlando asks. “What are you waiting for? At this rate, it won’t be very long before the press gets a hold of it. Is that what you want?”
“Orli-” Dom begins, suddenly wondering if Billy would prefer to keep their romantic relationship quiet. After all, Billy is a very private person.
Reaching across the table, Billy takes one of Dom’s hands in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, causing the younger man to fall silent. Pushing his plate forward, Billy rises and leans forward, both hands reaching for and then cupping Dom’s face. Wordlessly, Dom rises as well, eyes fluttering closed as Billy pulls their mouths together. Lips parting automatically, a tiny gasp of pleasure bubbles up in Dom’s throat as Billy’s pointy tongue slips into the hot sweetness of his mouth, tangling wetly with his.
Gripping a handful of Billy’s t-shirt, Dom returns his affection with equal fervor, forgetting the public place they’re in, the audience at the table, and the awkward position they’re half-standing in. When Billy teasingly draws Dom’s pouty lower lip into his mouth and gently begins sucking on it, Elijah squeaks with surprise, his food all but forgotten. Finally bringing the kiss to an end, Billy reluctantly releases his hold on Dom as they sink unsteadily back into their seats, chests heaving for breath.
“Holy fuck,” Elijah whispers in awe, looking over at a grinning and satisfied Orlando.
“Dommie?” Billy says, gazing deep into his lover’s heated gaze.
“What?” Dom pants, licking his lower lip and tasting Billy there.
“Yes.”
For a moment, Dom frowns in confusion and then his eyes flash wide, dark with arousal as he understands what Billy is referring to.
“We need our waitress,” Billy says in a hoarse voice, briefly looking away from Dom to scan the restaurant. “Now.”
Smothering a laugh, Orlando slides out of the booth and beckons Billy to slide out.
“I’ll take care of the check,” Orlando say as Billy rises to stand beside him. “You two need to get out of here.”
None too gently, Elijah is urged out the booth by Dom, who scrambles out after him, desperate to be close to Billy. To touch him, hold him, kiss him. Taking Billy’s outstretched hand, Dom snuggles into his side, his blue-grey eyes sparkling happily.
“Are you sure?” Dom asks quietly, giving Billy’s hand a squeeze. “Because-”
Silencing Dom with a tender, yet passionate kiss, Billy then rubs their noses together affectionately.
“Yes, my Dommie. I’m sure.”
Tucking Dom protectively into his side, Billy nods his thanks to Orlando and leads Dom away, in the direction of the bank of elevators. Just as the doors of the lift start to close, Orlando watches one of Billy’s hands slide under Dom’s t-shirt, the other carding through his dark blonde hair as their mouths meet in a deep, hungry kiss. Settling back down in the booth, Orlando picks up his fork, pierces a slice of kiwi and half a strawberry, and then pops them into his mouth, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.
For a long moment Elijah can only stare at Orlando, trying to absorb what he’s just been witness to, and waiting for some kind of an explanation. He’s jolted back to action when Orlando reaches across the table and steals a french fry.
“Hey!”
“If you’re just going to sit there, I’m going to take that burger off your plate,” Orlando warns after chewing and swallowing the fry. “Eat.”
“You’re not going to tell me anything?” Elijah asks in disbelief. “About Dom and Billy, I mean. You’ve obviously known something, for a really long time.”
“Lij, it’s not mine to tell,” Orlando replies soothingly. “If they want to share, that’s up to them.”
Leaning back in the booth, Orlando smiles up at the ceiling, overjoyed that his friends are finally together, happy and in love, like they should’ve been years ago. That, and thanks to the bet he made with Viggo on the first day of the promotional tour that Billy and Dom would be a couple before the release of Fellowship, Orlando is now fifty quid richer.
“What are you so happy about?” Elijah asks petulantly, eyeing his burger and debating if Orlando will make good on his threat.
Utterly content, his hangover all but gone, Orlando grins. “I was just thinking, it’s a really good thing that Dom and Billy aren’t cousins, like Merry and Pippin.”
Elijah bursts out laughing, the tension between them dissolves, and then they both dig into their food.
5-Clean Sheets & Sampling Treats
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So pleased that you enjoyed. Thank you very much.