monaboyd | FIC: Making Memories of Us (14/28)

Title: Making Memories of Us
Authors:

sassywitch
Pairing: Primarily Monaboyd, with a smattering of Ordaisy, Kargo, EmEli
Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m and shock horror some het sex
Betas: The wonderful

surreality_fan Much ♥
Archiving:

all_sensation and

glasgowhobbit , any others please ask first
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Header Art: Our wonderful header was created by

loki_girl
Crossposted: to

monaboyd and

all_sensation
Disclaimer: No money was made from this, and this in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexual preferences or practices of anyone mentioned within this story. No matter how true they are.
Summary: Dom is injured, and Billy goes along with the hallucinations for his best friends sake; but is it really only for Dom?
WARNING: contains slash (men doing men), het, angst, and fluff. If any of this bothers you, please don't read.
A/N: Happy Easter, this is the final easter bonuses for the loyal and devoted. Enjoy. Next chapter will be posted Monday and then we'll return to our normal schedule of Monday, Wednesday, Saturday.
The song that spawned the fic: Can be found Here
Previous Chapters: Here
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Dom nodded, and taking a deep breath stepped onto the lanai and walked slowly down to the beach, sinking into the sand at Billy’s side and wrapping one long arm around his waist.

“Billy, we need to talk…..I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

Dom's heart dropped in chest as the truth of Viggo's words began to sink in. Billy did look vulnerable sitting out there.

"He needs to know that you remember him, Dominic. Not boyfriend Billy, but best-friend Billy. He needs to know that you remember the little moments that made your friendship so special."

Dom watched as all the color drained from Billy's face, beads of sweat forming along his hairline.

Billy felt his stomach drop, and his heart stop beating. If he had been standing he was sure that he would have fallen to the sand by now, for the only thing holding him up at the moment was Dom's arm around his waist.

"What...What is it?" Billy asked, the tremor in his voice noticeable. He suddenly wished that he and Dom had had more time together. That he had held him more, kissed him more, told him that he loved him more.

Dom swallowed. His throat was dry and his heart was beating so fast that he was sure it would burst out of his chest. "It's about the accident, well my memory." He exhaled and wished he could gather the other man into his arms. He was about to lose his best friend, and there was so much that they hadn't said, hadn't done.

"I remember some things."

‘What things Dommie?” Billy asked softly pulling out of Dom’s arms and turning to look briefly into his eyes before looking steadfastly at his own fingers.

“I remember that the addiction is Charlie’s not mine.” He started to explain “I remember that you like cane sugar on your porridge.” He spoke softly “I remember that you are and always have been my very best friend in the world.”

Billy tried to nod, tried to say something, but the large lump in his throat got in his way. He tried unsuccessfully to blink back his tears as he braced for Dom's next words.

"I remember..." Dom started again, his voice trailing off when he noticed Billy trying to discretely wipe his eyes. Were they tears of sorrow or of anger? He reached out to touch Billy's back, his arm recoiling in horror when Billy flinched a bit. Viggo-be-damned, Dom thought, there was no way that he was going to lose his friend.

"I remember that I love you more than anything in the world," he whispered into the Scot's ear after having thrown his arms around him tightly. "I do, Billy. I love you more than my own life."

“Don’t ever say that.” Billy murmured “I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you.”

“If I didn’t have you I might not be here now.” Dom whispered into Billy’s hair. “You kept me alive Bills.” He continued

“I was so terrified Dommeh, I couldn’t get to you, I could see them trying to make you breath but I was terrified for you and for me.”

Dom pressed his hand over Billy’s rapidly beating heart. “You did everything I needed, Bills, your friendship and your love kept me here.”

"It was my fault, Dom, I shouldn't have blinked. I should have kept my eyes on you the entire time. I should have watched you closer to the water, that way I could have gotten to you faster," Billy said against Dom's chest, his guilt finally surfacing.

"No, you saved me." Dom shook his head adamantly. "You were the only one who could save me, and you did."

He tightened his hold on Billy, not wanting to let go ever. He'd figure out a way to tell him the truth, but only when he was sure that Billy wouldn't leave him.

"I love you, Billy," he said as he pressed desperate kisses along the older man's face. He pushed Billy down into the soft, warm sand, settling gently on top of him. "I'm never letting you go. Not ever," he murmured before pressing their lips together in a heated kiss.

‘I’ve done things I’m not proud of Dommie.” Billy whispered against his lips.

“Nothing.” Dom leaned up and looked deep into Billy’s liquid green eyes. “Absolutely nothing could make me let go of you.” He whispered, “You could be a mass murdering psychopath, but you’d still be my Billy.” He whispered. “Don’t make me live without you because you think I wouldn’t forgive or understand.” He spoke against Billy’s cheek.

The fear in Billy’s eyes was almost palpable between them as Billy laughed nervously and tried to change the subject.

‘What else do you remember?” Billy asked quietly.

Dom rolled to the side, pulling Billy closer to him until their bodies were flush against each other. He propped himself on an elbow, looking down at Billy. His Billy. His Billy that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but who was sure to leave him once he told him the truth.

"Just bits and pieces," he lied, his free hand playing with the pendants on the necklace that Billy wore.

"I remember that Orli gave you this," he fingered the pendant gently. "I remember some parts of filming, going to visit the Star Wars set with you, Lij and Orli."

Billy forced a smile. Though he was relieved that Dom was getting his memory back, a bigger part of him wanted some more time with him.

“See it won’t be long before you remember everything.” Billy spoke and couldn’t hide the sadness in his voice.

“You sound so sad when you say that Bills.” Dom spoke pulling back a little to look into the green eyes that he loved so much.

“I don’t want anything to change between us Dommeh.” Billy stated quickly, “It’s wrong and it’s selfish of me but I don’t”

“Nothing has to change.” Dom replied quickly.

‘It will.” Billy sighed, “Neither of us can stop it.” He shrugged

“So until then we make the most of it then. I don’t know what it is that is scaring you but we love each other Bills. I’m desperately madly in love with the most beautiful man in the world, why can’t we just lose ourselves in each other.”

Billy ran his hand along Dom's face, pushing back the brownish-blond hair from his forehead, and caressing his stubbly cheek.

"It's a long way down from cloud nine, Dommeh, and there’s no safety net. I don't think I'll be able to survive the fall."

"You don't have to worry, Bills," Dom said confidently, gathering the smaller man into is arms. "I'll catch you if you fall. I'll always be there for you, I promise."

Billy sank into Dom's embrace, wanting to feel him as much as possible before the inevitable happened. He knew that Dom would never be able to keep his promise, that he would be so disgusted and betrayed at Billy's actions that he would never want to speak to him again.

"You shouldn't make promises that you won't be able to keep," Billy advised, kissing the exposed skin just above Dom's t-shirt collar.

"There are things I can't promise, Bills," Dom said, slipping one hand underneath Billy's and running it up his back. "I can't promise you that I'll be this good looking twenty years from now. I can't promise you that I'll be this successful twenty years from now. But I will be with you twenty years from now. That I can promise you."

“You’ll always be successful because you adore what you do.” Billy whispered against his lips “and anyone who has eyes will be able to see your beauty long after you think it’s gone. In my eyes you will always be the best looking man alive. There is and never will be another.’ Billy spoke softly punctuating his words with kisses.

It wasn’t lost on Dom that Billy neglected to mention them being together in twenty years, but he didn’t say a word he just cuddled him closer, slid both hands under his shirt and let his fingers roam up and down his back, his leg wrapped over Billy’s thigh pulling him closer still. “I can promise that I will still love you with all my heart until the moment that I die. And I know for an absolute fact, that even after that, Wherever it is that I go, I’ll wait there for you, you’re my always Billy. Nothing will ever change that. Not one single, solitary fucking thing. My always.”

Dom's words wrapped around Billy's breaking heart, causing the tears that Billy had been trying to hold back to spring forward. He tucked his head under Dom's chin, taking in the comforting scent of the water and his lover. "Don't make me believe in something that won't happen, Dommeh. I've believed in happy endings before. They only exist in fairy tales."

Dom held Billy close knowing that he was probably thinking of his deceased parents. "It's going to happen, Bills. We're going to happen. We're going to grow old together, and live in that house I said we'd buy in New Zealand. Our ending is going to be a very happy one."

Billy sniffed into Dom's chest, wanting desperately to believe his words. "You remembered our house," he said after a while. He felt Dom pushing his shoulders down, then the comforting weight of his lover on top of him.

Dom kissed one wet cheek then the other. "I never forgot you. Some details, but never you," he whispered before lowering his lips to Billy's.

‘I can’t do this Dom.” Billy whispered against Dom’s lips. “It’s killing me, piece by tiny piece.”

Dom clasped Billy’s face in his hands, his own tears dripping onto Billy’s skin. “What can I do Bills, what can I do to prove to you that nothing will change.”

“Nothing.” Billy murmured “Nothing. We’ll sort it out when your memory comes back.”

Dom, filled with guilt, closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Billy’s, his breath warm on Billy’s lips ‘I don’t know how to prove it to you Bills. Nothing is going to change, nothing at all, I love you and will always love you. End of story. There is and will be nobody else for me, ever, and nothing you could ever do or have done will ever be worse than the things I have done to you, so there is no reason, I will always love you.”

Billy tilted his head up to kiss Dom. He nibbled the bottom lip before licking it soothingly. Dom's mouth opened slightly and his tongue came out to meet Billy's, the two twisting and tangling around each other.

Billy wrapped one leg around Dom's waist, their hips beginning a familiar rocking motion. His hands pulled at Dom's shirt until it was free from his jeans, warm hands quickly ghosting over a strong back. He wanted to touch, feel, taste every part of Dom, engrain him in his memory.

"Will you show me, Dommeh? Will you show me tonight how much you love me?" Billy asked, momentarily pulling his swelling lips away. His hands continued their exploration of Dom's back, touching as much of his skin as possible.

"Yes," Dom breathed heavily into Billy's mouth. "Tonight and every night."

Viggo looked at the two lovers from the patio door. Their bodies were so wrapped together, it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.

He knew that Dom hadn't told Billy the truth, or the complete truth. He inhaled deeply not knowing whether or not to go through with his promise. The longer they kept these lies up, the harder it would be for them in the end.

Stepping out gently into the night, he coughed loudly before walking towards the pair. "Would you care to join us for dinner, or will the two of you be living on love alone?"

Billy rolled them carefully so that Dom was lying on his back in the sand, removing the necessity for him to twist his neck to see Viggo. His hands gripping Dom’s shoulders, his elbows pressed into the sand at his side. His thigh pressing against Dom’s prominent erection, rubbing erotically against him as he moved.

“We’ll be in a minute Viggo.” Billy murmured softly gazing up at him, his eyes filled with shimmering tears.

Viggo squatted down beside them his face filled with concern. ‘Everything okay little hobbits?” he asked collecting the tears on Billy’s cheeks with his thumb.

‘We’re fine Viggo.” Dom spoke softly “It’s all good.”

"If you call crying on beach fine, then yes, I suppose you're both doing well," Viggo sighed.

Dom looked at Viggo with pleading eyes, begging him not to pursue this any further.

"Dom's gotten a little bit of his memory back, and it's made me a little bit emotional," Billy told him, wiping his cheeks with the edge of his t-shirt.

Viggo stared at Dom for a while, disappointment evident in his eyes. "A little bit of his memory back?" he said slowly, as if considering each word. "That's great, Dominic. Maybe tomorrow you'll remember a little bit more."

Dom lowered his gaze, his feelings of guilt returning with a vengeance. Like the rest of the hobbits, Viggo's approval meant a great deal to him, and to now have his King disappointed in him was eating at his soul.

"Dinner will be ready in ten minutes." Viggo stood up brusquely, wiping sand off his knees.

"Forgive us for starting without you if you're not there," he said, turning and walking back to the house with long, determined steps.

“Why do I get the impression I just missed something?” Billy frowned, looping his fingers under Dom’s chin to force him to look into his eyes.

“It’s nothing.” Dom whispered, “I’ve been spending time with Viggo, you know that, he’s been trying to help me remember. I think, no I know, I’ve disappointed him.”

“You can’t help how fast your memory returns Dommeh.” Billy whispered. He pressed a long soft kiss against Dom’s lips and stood, brushing the sand off his clothes before reaching down to help his beloved to his feet. “C’mon lets have dinner, I’ve got a date with a sexy boy and a king size bed to look forward to.” He whispered against Dom’s ear.

Elijah sat at the kitchen table, biting nervously on his thumb, eyes looking worriedly at Viggo. The Dane had practically stomped into the kitchen, anger oozing from his pores.

"Can I help you with anything?" Elijah asked shyly. He had no clue as to what had caused Viggo's change in mood, but he didn't want to be on the Dane's bad side.

"I'm fine," Viggo said curtly. He rested his head against the fridge, trying to calm himself down. He didn't know whether he was more angry or disappointed in Dominic. As much as he loved the boy, he would not let him hurt Billy.

He plastered a smile on his face at the sound of Orlando and David coming into the kitchen. The young Brit was smiling widely, talking animatedly with his hands, while the Aussie absorbed everything, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Where are the other two hobbits?" Orlando asked, placing a kiss on Viggo's cheek. "Will they stop shagging long enough to eat with us?"

"We're here! We're clothed, too," Billy joked as he and Dom entered the kitchen. "Come on, let's eat. I'm starving, and I've got a busy night ahead of me," he said with a suggestive eyebrow raise and wink of the eye.

David looked from one to the other of his hobbit friends and then turned back to Orlando one eyebrow raised in question. Orli merely shrugged his shoulders and leaned in to press a soft open mouthed kiss against David’s cheek. “Don’t ask or they’ll tell you.” He whispered.

“Viggo?” Billy noticed his King’s dark mood and spoke softly “Can I see you alone for a second please?” he asked softly

Viggo never spoke he merely nodded his assent and walked quickly from the room. Billy squeezed Dom’s shoulder in support as he moved, seeing the worry and abject fear in his lover’s eyes.

“Viggo.” Billy spoke softly as he stepped into the living room and closed the door behind him. “Please don’t be angry.”

“I love him dearly Billy.” Viggo replied his voice an angry whisper. “But I will not let him hurt you.”

“He won’t hurt me, he loves me.” Billy replied more calmly than he felt. “I trust him not to hurt me, can’t you trust him too….for me?”

Viggo covered his face with his hands rubbing it wearily. "I trust him, but be forewarned that I will not stand by idly while he breaks your heart."

"It'll be the other way around," Billy said, walking into Viggo's embrace. "You're protecting the wrong heart."

Viggo hugged him tightly, placing a comforting kiss on the top of his head. "I'm protecting both your hearts."

Moments passed with the two holding each other before Billy's stomach signalled that they should eat. All but Dom was seated when they returned, the Manchurian standing nervously at the doorway.

"If you hurt him, I'll kill you." Viggo pulled him into a warm embrace and whispered in his ear.

Dom swallowed and nodded, sitting down beside Billy who immediately laced their fingers together.

Billy smiled brightly as he folded his fingers through Dom’s, his growling stomach breaking the silence much to the amusement of their friends. They all ate well, happy conversation flowing around them, Dom uncomfortably aware of Viggo’s disapproving gaze on him during the meal. Sated and happily chatting over coffee after their meal, it was almost like old times for Dom, the happy chatter of his friends washing over him. The only difference was now instead of fighting not to touch Billy and reveal his deepest emotions now he was able to touch him, pull him into his arms and place sweet kisses on his skin.

He knew he should feel guilty, but he couldn’t, not when he could see the joy it brought to Billy's eyes, and knowing the happiness it brought to his own soul. In those moments he would glance up and find Viggo watching him and know that soon he would have to reveal his secret but not tonight. Tonight was all for Billy.

Yawning loudly, he stood and extended a hand to Billy. No further announcement was needed, their friends merely wished them a goodnight and they slipped quietly down the hall to their bedroom. Pulling him through the door, Dom let Billy slide into his arms.

“I love you.’ He whispered as his lips touched Billy’s.

Billy moaned into the kiss, feeling Dom's tongue begin its familiar explorations within his mouth. They're tongues twisted and stroked, performing a sensual dance that their bodies would soon be mimicking.

Dom pulled away briefly, watching Billy with darkening eyes, then lowered his lips again, sucking and nibbling on Billy's bow-shaped lips. Lips still joined, he lifted Billy's t-shirt over his head, lips separating briefly before crushing back together.

He pushed his lover back against the door, grinding his hips into the older man. He could feel Billy's erection pressing back against his, and barely stifled his groan.

"I love you," he whispered again, sucking on a soft earlobe. His hands ran up and down the Scot's body, pausing only to undo the buttons on the dark blue denim jeans.

Billy leaned his head back against the door, eyes closed, and mouth opened slightly. He whimpered as Dom kissed down his neck, sucking hard on the sensitive spot where shoulders met neck.

Dom continued his mouth play down to Billy's chest, kissing and licking his nipples until they were pert, rosy buds. The kisses moved lower, Dom's fingers running through the light, ginger-coloured hair on Billy's chest.

Billy whimpered under Dom’s ministrations his own fingers gliding across cotton covered skin to skirt along the waistband of Dom’s jeans, his fingers tracing across Dom’s flat belly, his thumb flicking the button free.

Dom pulled out of Billy’s reach, sinking to his knees in front of Billy, his teeth gently nipping at Billy’s erection through the soft denim of his jeans. His trembling fingers worked frantically to open them, pushing them and the cotton boxers down to his knees quickly.

Mindful of Dom’s recent injury Billy’s hands pressed back against the door, his finger scratching on the wood for purchase as Dom nuzzled in the nest of ginger curls he had revealed. A ragged sigh escaping his lips as Dom’s cheek pressed against his throbbing arousal. There was urgency in Dom’s movements that Billy couldn’t explain. Didn’t want to explain, his arousal outweighing his good judgement.

Dom looked up at Billy a twinge of pain stretching through his neck. He ignored the pain and opened his mouth taking just the head of Billy’s penis between his lips sucking it hard, his cheeks hollowed, his tongue flicking rapidly. Long slow licks, short desperate licks, each touch tearing a whimper of longing from Billy’s lips.

Releasing Billy, he stood slowly wrapping him in his arms tightly, his hands clasping Billy’s bare buttocks and pulling him tight against him. Undulating against his trembling body.

“Billy.” He clasped Billy’s face and looked into his eyes whispering huskily “Fuck me Billy.” He whimpered “I want to feel you inside me.”

"I can't Dommeh," he began, only to be silenced by Dom's hot mouth on his.

"Please, Billeh," he was begged. "I need this; I need you." He placed one of Billy's small hands on his throbbing erection, his head falling on Billy's shoulders as the other man cupped the hard length.

Billy knew there was no way out of this. He had learned a long time ago that he was unable to say no to Dominic Monaghan. He worked quickly to divest Dom of his clothes, taking the time to suck, and nip, and lick at the skin as it was exposed.

He walked Dom to the bed, pausing to watch the younger man crawl on it, lying on his stomach, arms tucked under his head.

"On your back, Dommeh." Billy's voice dripped with sex, and Dom felt his erection harden even more. He rolled over, legs splayed open, penis dripping on his firm stomach. He looked at Billy looking at him from the foot of the bed. The manner in which the Scot was looking at him with a mixture of lust, and adoration, and hunger.

Billy licked his lips at the sight before him. Dom was perfection, and if his need for release wasn't so urgent, he would have happily spent all night staring at him.

"I read once that because harem girls had be lower than their kings at all times, they always started their love making from the bottom," Billy explained to Dom, picking up his leg and pressing a kiss to the sole, "and worked their way up."

Billy kissed along Dom's ankles, his calf, and behind his knees. He bit down on the fleshy part of Dom's inner thigh, loving the sound of Dom gasping. He nuzzled his face in the crease of Dom's thigh, paying careful attention not to touch his sensitive genitals.

"Please, Billy. Touch me, please," Dom begged, hips rising involuntarily. He groaned in disappointment as Billy just shook his head and slid back down to the end of the bed.

"You've got two legs," Billy answered, sucking on Dom's little toe. Dom's eyes rolled back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. No one had ever spent this much time on foreplay before, especially not on his legs. Ordinarily he wouldn't have considered the back of his knees or his ankles erogenous zones, but Billy's lips were quickly changing his opinion.

His nose nuzzling in the crease of his thigh, Billy lifted his head, his eyes flushed with passion and looked into Dom’s face.

“But I don’t always agree with the slave girls. I personally would start somewhere else.” He murmured huskily as he lifted one of Dom’s hands in his own. Pressing a kiss to the rapid pulse point at Dom’s wrist he let his tongue trail along his trembling skin as it trailed from his wrist to the tip of his thumb then without breaking eye contact with Dom he slowly sucked his thumb into his mouth, his tongue swirling all over the digit as he sucked it.

Releasing his thumb, his lips moved back to touch the pulse point in his wrist, trailing his tongue to the tip of his next finger and suckling it just as thoroughly. He slowly and lovingly repeated this with every finger on that hand finishing by pressing wet open mouthed kisses in his palm. Never once did he break eye contact with his beloved Dom.

Dom watched through half-lidded eyes as Billy took each of his digits into his mouth. His shifted restlessly on the bed as Billy continued his slow assault on every part of his body...except the one part where he desperately needed it.

"Please." A soft voice pleaded, causing Billy to smile.

"Please what, my love?" Billy placed another wet into Dom's palm, lowering his arm gently by his side.

"Please touch you?" He trailed his hands along Dom's chest, pinching and twisting the already firm nipples.

"Please lick you?" He winked at Dom before trailing his wet tongue down the man's chest to his belly button.

"Please taste you?" He lowered his head so that his mouth was poised above Dom's leaking penis. There was a pool of clear fluid on his abdomen, and Billy wasted no time in lapping it up, making sure to not touch the sensitive organ near his mouth.

"Please," Dom moaned again, attempting to move so that his aching erection would have some contact with Billy. Billy's mouth was so close to his erection, he could feel the Scot's hot breath on his skin. "Please suck me. Please fuck me. Please."

Billy responded by opening his mouth and pulling the swollen, mushroom-like head between his teeth. His ran his tongue along the slit, coating it with the salty tasting fluid. He sucked on the head, enjoying the sounds coming from Dom's mouth.

He tightened his lips and sucked hard, his tongue swirling wildly as his cheeks hollowed. His eyes never leaving Dom’s.

Slowly his lips slid down the length of Dom’s erection, his tongue swirling as he did. Swallowing tightly as his nose nuzzled in the curls they encountered, he grinned around his Dom, humming gently as he slid back to the very tip releasing him with an audible popping sound.

Crawling up Dom’s trembling body he pressed his lips against Dom’s body kissing him deeply, swallowing the soft mewling sounds that Dom released into his mouth as he tasted himself on Billy’s tongue.

“I love you, Dommeh.” Billy murmured, his hand closing over the tube of lubricant and sliding back down Dom’s body to once again close his lips around Dom’s throbbing, weeping erection.

Deftly, Billy opened the lube with one hand, pouring some of the cold gel into his palm. His free hand was stroking Dom's taut stomach, while his hot tongue was licking Dom's velvet length, paying close attention to the prominent vein on the underside.

His lubed hand began rolling Dom's heavy balls, as he slowly took the hot shaft into his mouth again. He sucked harder this time, hollowing his cheeks in effort, his head moving up and down on the length.

Dom's mouth hung open, no sound escaping. He threaded his fingers through ginger-coloured hair, hips lifting, eyes rolling back. He hardly noticed when a slick finger rubbed along his puckered entrance, pressing in gently.

Billy’s finger pressed slowly inside Dom’s body, sharp tears stinging his eyes as he struggled to keep enough control to remember every second of this encounter. His teeth gently scraped along Dom’s erection as he sucked from base to tip, the added sensation causing a low keening moan to bubble from between Dom’s swollen lips.

Pushing a second finger into his lover’s tight body caused his hips to arch off the bed wantonly. His fingers scissoring and twisting, plunging in and out of his body in time with his lips on his heavy throbbing penis.

A third finger saw Dom’s hands leave Billy’s hair and clench the sheet at his sides in tight, white knuckled fists. Incoherent babbling words slipping hoarsely from his mouth. When Billy’s fingers found Dom’s sweet spot, his hips thrust uncontrollably, a squeal of pleasure erupted from Dom and his begging, pleading voice chanted for Billy and the satisfaction that only he could bring.

“PleaseBillyfuckmepleasenow….” One word melded into another as he struggled to speak coherently

Billy teased the magic spot deep within Dom once more, before withdrawing his fingers from the tight hole. He let Dom's erection fall out of his mouth, watching as it glistened with his saliva. Kneeling between Dom's splayed thighs, he reached shakily for the bottle of lube.

"Let...let me," Dom breathed out shakily, taking the bottle from Billy. He poured a generous amount of the gel into his hand before wrapping his fingers around Billy's length. The Scot hissed, the feeling of Dom's fingers around his heated flesh too much.

Billy placed his hands on either side of Dom's head, and leaned in to kiss him. The stroking of Dom's hand matched the movements of his tongue inside the hot cavern of Billy's mouth.

"Now, Billy, please," Dom said against Billy's swollen lips. He released the thick flesh in his hand and opened his legs wider.

Billy's eyes closed as he pressed against Dom's opening and slid past the tight ring of muscle. The sinews in his neck stretched taut as he struggled to maintain his tight hold of his unravelling control. Sinking into Dom's body slowly, he dropped, his weight resting on his elbows, struggling to catch his breath as Dom's body stretched around him.

Dom's legs lifted and wrapped around Billy's hips drawing him deeper, pulling him closer, his hands running up and down Billy's sweat slick back, his teeth nipping at Billy's neck. His every movement flooding Billy with sensations that threatened to break his iron control into confetti sized pieces.

"Dom" he muttered against his mouth "Still." He whimpered "Be still or I won't….." his voice trailed off as Dom's fingers gripped at his ass and pulled him deeper still.

"I…don't….want….control…" Dom spoke each word punctuated with an upward thrust of his hips. "I…want….you."

Droplets off sweat fell from Billy's forehead splashing on the tanned chest beneath him. He had never felt something so tight, so hot around him before. He groaned as he was buried to the hilt, his full balls resting against Dom's firm buttocks.

"You're so tight, Dommie," Billy moaned. "So hot and tight around me."

"Move Bills, pleasedeargod, MOVE!" Dom yelled unconcerned for the other people in the house.

Billy withdrew completely, Dom's scream of protest making him even harder. He pushed back in stopping when his swollen head passed the tight ring of muscles, then withdrew again. He continued this teasing play, each time pushing in a bit deeper, until Dom was threatening bodily harm beneath him.

He grabbed Dom's erection, squeezing tight around the base, and thrust in deeply, hitting his lover's prostrate with perfect accuracy. Dom screamed in pleasure, his back arching off the bed. Billy began a frantic pace, thrusting deeply, his slim hips snapping hard.

Dom was lost in a haze of pleasure: words spilled out from his plump lips, fingers gripping and clutching the tangled sheets beneath him. Billy was hitting his prostate with every thrust, and if not for the iron grip around his penis, he would have come already.

Billy thrust into Dom’s tight body every stroke stealing his breath, looking into Dom’s passion dark eyes was almost his undoing, to see the love and desire reflected there that he felt caused a tight hand to close in a deadly grip around his heart. To see his lover’s control unravelling like a ball of string as he slid in and out of his body, his hand gripping his throbbing arousal tightly only made him harder and more determined to bring Dom as much pleasure as he was physically able to.

“Yesyesyesohsweetheavenyes.” He cried his hips thrusting upwards to meet Billy’s thrusts as Billy’s hand started to stroke him, his small fingers gripping him tightly, his thumb brushing across his tip with every stroke.

Dom’s hands caressed as much of Billy as he could reach, his fingers dipping between the cheeks of his lovers sweet ass, the tip of one long finger finding his entrance and brushing across it slowly

"Oh God," groaned Billy, his movements faltering for a moment. He had not been expecting Dom's fingers down there. Dom managed a sly grin, before slipping the tip of his finger inside Billy's tight hole, feeling it clenching and relaxing around him.

"So close, Dommeh, so close." Billy dropped down on Dom, trapping the leaking cock between them. Their sweat slicked bodies slid against each other as Billy reached one hand to link his fingers with Dom's.

"Harder, Billy," Dom moaned, pushing the tip of his finger in and out of Billy's ass. "Fuck me harder."

Billy latched on to Dom's lips, his tongue plundering the inside of Dom's mouth. He felt the familiar tightening in his groin and began to thrust into Dom erratically, the springs of the bed squeaking loudly beneath them.

"Fucking come with me," he growled at Dom, the head of his penis pounding on the other man's prostate. He could feel his self-control slipping away, and wanted nothing but for Dom to share this with him. "Come now!"

Billy lifted his free hand to grip Dom’s head and pressed his lips to his for a hard hungry kiss. His body thrusting erratically against Dom’s, pushing into him fast and hard every stroke pounding into his sweet spot, Dom’s cock trapped between them as they ground against each other. His tongue plunged into Dom’s mouth, their kiss wet and open mouthed as his control unravelled, Dom’s body clenched around him as he screamed his satisfaction into their kiss, his hot fluids pulsing against their bellies. Even as Dom collapsed limply underneath him, Billy threw his head back a long keening moan reverberating around the room as he let go of his tight control. His own orgasm washed over him, pulsing deep within Dom’s body. Dropping limply onto his lover’s body, he closed his eyes briefly struggling to catch his breath.

Feeling Dom’s chest shaking beneath him, he lifted his head confused, his hands immediately clasping Dom’s face, his thumbs collecting the hot tears that traced across his cheeks.

“Dommeh, what’s wrong?” he paused his words softening with shame. “Did I hurt you?”

Dom's chest heaved, his breathing shaky as his lungs refilled with air. He felt Billy trying to slip out of him, and wrapped his legs tighter around him, clenching his ass muscles around the softening length.

"God, please don't leave me," he sobbed silently. "Stay. Don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere, Dommeh," Billy said, his voice filled with worry. "I'm too heavy; I don't want to hurt you."

Dom closed his eyes, tears escaping underneath his long, dark lashes. His arms wrapped around Billy's sweaty back, gripping the older man tightly. "I'll die if you leave me, I will Bills. I can't live without you. Promise me that you'll stay, that you'll forgive me. Please you can't go," Dom babbled incoherently, his sobs drowning out his words.

Billy rolled them so that they lay on their sides “I’ll never leave you my Dommeh.” He whispered kissing the tears as they trickled across his cheeks. “Dommeh, you’re scaring me.” Billy lifted one hand to brush at the damp hair that hung in Dom’s face. “I’m not going anywhere; I’ll never leave you unless you tell me to go.”

“Bills,” he whispered his voice filled with awe ‘I never knew it could be like that.” He pressed his head against Billy’s chest, before he lifted his face to look into Billy’s, his tear glazed eyes holding Billy’s gaze. “We weren’t just fucking, we weren’t even making love, were we?” he spoke softly against Billy’s lips.

Billy frowned and shook his head lightly then pressed one hand against Dom’s heart. “No, Dommeh we weren’t.’

“I know I’ve never experienced anything like that before. It was so fucking amazing. You were so fucking amazing. It wasn’t just our bodies it was our souls, our hearts.” Dom pulled back frustrated at his inability to put his feelings into words.

“Its okay, Dommeh.” Bills spoke softly I understand. “It was more than our bodies, I agree, there wasn’t a part of me mind, body and soul that didn’t feel you.’ He leaned across to kiss him gently. “Is that the reason for the tears?” he asked softly.

"I felt you everywhere," Dom tried to explain. "It was as if you got into my blood stream and I was breathing you and you became a part of me Bills."

"Dommeh." Billy kissed him tenderly, rubbing small circles on his back.

"I love you, Billy," Dom whispered tiredly. The activity of the day was finally taking a toll on him, and he yawned sleepily, curling closer into Billy's body.

"I just have to clean us up, Dommeh," Billy said, regretfully slipping out of Dom's body. Strong hands reached out for him and he placed warm kisses into the palm as he grabbed a discarded shirt from the floor and wiped the traces of their lovemaking off Dom's stomach.

"Don't go, Bills. Don't leave me," a sleepy voice said, as Billy curled protectively around its owner.

"I'm here, Dommeh. I'll be here when you wake up." Billy pulled the blankets up to cover Dom, listening while his breathing shallow. "I love you," he whispered to the already sleeping man, placing a kiss on his forehead, before closing his eyes and joining his lover in dreamland.

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