monaboyd | FIC:Western Lovers:Cowboys and Archaeologists 11/30

Title: Western Lovers: Cowboys and Archaeologists 11/30
Author:

sassywitch
Pairing: BB/DM with a smattering of VM/LT and DW/OB
Rating: NC-17, to be on the safe side.
Summary: Billy is a man to be reckoned with. Can Dom heal his wounded soul and his own into the bargain. Could Billy make him forget the bitter lessons of the past?
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know. This story is adapted from a series of books that I adored when I was younger written by Elizabeth Lowell.
Word Count: 2950
Header Art: Courtesy of the incredibly talented

loki_girl
Previous Chapters: can be found Here
A/N: A huge thank you to

dylan_dufresne for the inspiration, the prodding and the beta. My grammar sucks so she had to suffer it so nobody else would.

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Dom trembled at the sound of Billy's voice, a gentle, velvet rasp like a cat's tongue stroking him. For an instant, Dom didn't know if he would have the strength to walk, but even as the thought came, he was walking and closing the small distance that separated him from Billy. He put his hand in Billy's. The warmth of Billy's hard palm was like a flame against trembling, fingers, chilled by nervousness.

Billy held out his other hand, and a moment later, his small fingers were nestled against the back of Dom's hands. Slowly, he lifted Dom's hands to his mouth and breathed warmth over Dom's skin before kissing each of his palms gently. The unexpected caress made Dom's breath break, and before the sweet sensations had run their course through his body, Billy was lowering his hands, releasing Dom from his warmth.

Dom had asked to be kissed, and Billy had kissed him, warm, chaste kisses in the shaking palms of Dom's hands. Dom made a questioning sound that had more disappointment in it than he realized.

"Billy?"

"What?" he asked softly in reply.

"Would you kiss me again?" Dom whispered.

Billy's smile made Dom want to curl up in his arms like a cat.

Wordlessly, Billy held out his hands, and once more felt Dom's long, cool fingers come to rest in the curve of his palms.

"You're so warm," Dom said. He closed his eyes, let out his breath in a long sigh, and a ripple of sensation ran across his skin as he openly savored the simple touch of his skin against Billy's.
Dom's unguarded, sensual response sent a shock wave of heat through Billy. He hoped Dom had no idea how fiercely he aroused Billy with his unknowing sensuality and haunted eyes, his fit, lithe body concealed beneath a sweater big enough for two men to wear, and his long, elegant hands lying so trustingly in his own.

Billy brought one of Dom's hands to his mouth, brushed a kiss into first one of his palms, and then the other. The tiny sound Dom made at the touch of Billy's lips was as much a reward as the warmth that he could feel stealing softly beneath his skin. Slowly, Billy lifted his head to look at Dom, and realized that Dom was watching him with eyes that were luminous, innocently approving. Then Dom's dark lashes lowered, and he returned the kisses Billy had given him, breathing a caress into the centre of Billy's palm.

"Thank you," Dom whispered.

"My pleasure." Billy's voice was thick and husky with his hunger, as the press of Dom's soft lips against his work roughened skin electrified him.
Dom searched Billy's face with wide, smoky grey eyes, hardly able to believe what his senses were telling him. Billy had enjoyed the undemanding caresses as much as he had.

"You mean that, don't you?" Dom said finally.

Silently, Billy nodded.

"It's a relief to find a man who doesn't want….everything," Dom said and then sighed.

An odd smile haunted Billy's lips for a moment. "Don't fool yourself, Dom. I want everything, but I'll never take any more than you give me. And I mean give willingly, not because I push you so hard on so many fronts at once that you don't know where to fight first."

"Does that mean you'll kiss me again?" Dom looked up at him from under thick, dark lashes nervously.

"I'll kiss you as many times as you want me to," Billy breathed, his body thrumming with arousal and desire for his Honey.

"And you won't push for more?" Dom lifted his face to look directly into Billy's face.

"No." Billy returned Dom's questioning gaze evenly.

"Even if you get aroused?" The stark question shocked Dom when he heard his own words, but it was too late to call them back.

"Honey," Billy said, his voice rich with rueful laughter, "If you were standing about two inches closer to me, you'd have the answer to your question."

Confusion showed on Dom's face, and without thinking, he looked down Billy's body. The evidence of Billy's arousal was unmistakable, and frankly intimidating, the hard, denim covered ridge of Billy's arousal suddenly alive between them. Dom looked up again, his face suddenly pale.

"Don't worry, Dom," Billy said matter of factly. "I've been that way every night we've sat around talking and sorting through pieces of the past, and more often than not during the days, too."

"You have?" Dom asked faintly, stepping back, shaking his head quickly. "I didn't know."

"I did my best to make sure of that," Billy said dryly. "I'm only pointing it out now so that you'll know you don't have to be afraid of me when I'm aroused."

"But I didn't mean to. Believe me, Billy, I didn't mean anything of the sort!" Dom's hands were wringing together nervously, eyes down turned as he fought with emotions so long feared.

"I know. I can't keep myself from responding to you, Honey, but I can make damn sure I don't act on it." Billy slipped one hand under Dom's chin and tilted his face up to look into his eyes, wincing as Dom flinched at his touch.

"But if I didn't mean to, why…." Dom's voice faded as a thought occurred to him. "Has it been so long since you've had sex?"

Billy looked at Dom's confusion, and didn't know whether to laugh or swear. Very lightly, he stroked his index finger over the inside of Dom's wrist. The touch was gentle, but hardly soothing, and Billy felt Dom's pulse rate accelerate, which made his own quicken in response.

"Dom, I could've had sex five seconds before I walk into a room where you are, and I'd still want you. I admire courage, intelligence, and a sense of humor. It didn't take me long to find out you've got plenty of all three, as well as a fine body you do your very best to hide, and a gently sensuous nature you don't realize you have."

Color crept up Dom's cheeks, but he made no move to separate his hands from Billy's while Billy continued talking to him in his accented, velvet tones that made Dom weak.

"I've wanted you since the first day you were here, when you put your own uneasiness aside and helped me with that kitten."

Dom's eyes widened in surprise.

"I respect a person's right to choose or refuse advances," Billy continued. "You made it clear that you were refusing. You're still making it clear. You're as safe as you want to be with me, no matter what kind of kissing or petting we do."

"Kiss me, " Dom whispered, unable to resist the strong, yet gentle man in front of him.

"How?" Billy asked in a velvet voice. "Hard or gentle? Deep or Cool? Fast or so long that you can't remember a time when we weren't kissing? I've never had or even wanted that kind of kiss, but looking at you, I believe it exists, and I want it. Sometimes I want that kiss more than I want my next breath."

Dom's eyes widened and he shivered lightly at the thought of trying each and every way of kissing Billy.

"How do you want to kiss me?" Dom asked breathlessly, his heart pounding furiously in his chest.

"Every way there is Honey….and then some."

"Yes," Dom sighed, his glistening lips falling open in an unconsciously sensual invitation.

Billy's breath came out in a husky rush that Dom felt an instant before their lips touched, and Billy's lips were smooth and incredibly soft, fitting over Dom's tenderly, yet completely. He brushed against Dom's mouth, again and again, letting Dom become accustomed to his textures, enjoying Dom's in return. What Billy enjoyed most of all, was the way Dom's lips began to follow his, silently, unconsciously asking for more, the brushing of his soft lips against Dom's, teasing them both to distraction.

Smiling, ignoring the heavy, pulsing beat of his own blood, Billy gave Dom more of the undemanding caresses, his mouth relaxed and soft, and his breath sighed between his slightly parted lips. The tip of Billy's tongue touched the sensitive peak of Dom's upper lip, then withdrew, only to return and touch him again. Dom made a murmurous sound and tilted his face more fully to Billy's, his reward a warm, gliding caress that went from corner to corner of his smile. Dom made another low sound that became a tiny cry of surprise when Billy's teeth closed tenderly on his lower lip, holding it captive. Billy's tongue traced across the captive skin, over and over, until a breathless whimper pushed past Dom's lips. Instantly, Billy released him and began the elusive, gliding kisses all over again.

"Billy." Dom said the word more as a sigh than as his name, his body unconsciously moving forward until even air barely separated them.

"Too much?"

"No." His teeth closed a little less than gently on Billy's lower lip, his tongue mimicking Billy's earlier caresses. Dom heard his breath break and released Billy, whispering, "Not enough."

"Does that mean you won't run if I really taste that beautiful mouth?"

"Yes."

"The way you were hanging on my hands, I wasn't so sure."
Belatedly, Dom realized that he was imprisoning Billy's hands against his face, holding him hard enough to leave marks on his pale skin.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, releasing Billy's hands. "When you started kissing me, I forgot everything else."

Billy bent and touched a corner of Dom's mouth with his tongue. "That's all right, Honey. I just thought you might be worried that I'd start straying out of bounds if you let go of my hands."

"What?"

"Don't you remember high school? Nothing below the collarbone in the front or the waist in the back."

Dom started to laugh, but the look in Billy's eyes took his breath away. His words were light, his voice was velvet, but Billy's eyes were a smoldering green that made Dom's knees weak.

"I remember."

"That's the way it will be for us. If you want my hands anywhere else, you'll have to put them there."

"But then you would expect more."

"I expect to spend this night like I've spent every night since I pulled you out of that Kiva – hard and hungry as Hell. That's my problem, not yours. You've done nothing to encourage me."

"Nothing? What about right now?"

"This isn't encouraging." Billy lowered his mouth another fraction of an inch, and his teeth closed tenderly on Dom's lower lip. The tip of Billy's tongue caressed the captive flesh until Dom made a small sound at the back of his throat, and then Billy released him, gave him a quick biting kiss, and looked at Dom's flushed lips with hunger. "This is pleasure, Dominic. Pure and simple."

"Ethan always said it hurt him."

Billy's answer was another brush of his lips against Dom's but this time there was no lifting, no gliding, no teasing. His fingers were eased into Dom's hair, rubbing his scalp, holding him with gentle care while he joined their mouths in a different kind of kiss. The caressing pressure of Billy's lips increased, tilting Dom's head back, yet still he felt no uneasiness. Billy's body burned with the need to feel the friction of Dom's body against his own, but he carefully held himself away. Dom had moved close enough that Billy could feel his heat along the length of his body, but Billy wouldn't, couldn't move the final distance to feel the soft flesh and hard angles of his precious Honey. That was Dom's move, and only Dom's move to make.

Long, slender fingers threaded into Billy's hair, holding him even closer, wanting the kiss to never end. When Dom murmured Billy's name, he accepted the invitation of Dom's parted lips, and Billy's tongue glided between Dom's teeth, seeking the moist heat beyond, finding it in a slow, deep tasting that was like nothing that Dom had ever known. He memorized the contours of Dom's sweet mouth with teasing, sliding touches, caressing him, enjoying him, cherishing him. Only when Dom whimpered and pressed even closer to Billy's body did he complete the seduction of Dominic's mouth.

Dom had never realized just how sensitive his tongue was, how it could discriminate so vividly between the satin smoothness and intriguing serrations of Billy's teeth, the silken texture and beguiling heat of his mouth, the nubby velvet enticement of Billy's tongue sliding against his in a dance of penetration and retreat that made him forget who was stronger, who was weaker, who was frightened, and who was not. Tender and sweet, hot and wild, the kiss shimmered with both restraint and the sensuous consummation of two mouths completely joined. There was only one classification in their kiss. They both wanted.

Dom was never certain who ended the kiss, or if it had truly ended at all. Slowly, he realized that his arms were around Billy's neck, Billy's arms were around him, supporting him and arching him into his body at the same time, and Billy was looking at his mouth as though he had just discovered fire.

"Billy?"

The huskiness of Dom's voice made Billy's whole body tighten. His heavy lidded, luminous eyes told Dom that Billy had been as deeply involved in the kiss as he had. When Dom looked at Billy's mouth and his own lips parted in unconscious invitation, Billy made a sound that was part laugh, part groan, and all male. Dom hadn't realized just how desirable he was at that moment.

"Do you want to taste me again?"

The shiver of response that went through Dom was clearly felt by Billy.

"Then take me," Billy said huskily.

Blue-gray eyes widened for a startled moment, then Dom's lashes swept down as he looked at Billy's perfect, edible mouth. Dom's breath rushed out in a sigh that Billy tasted in the instant before Dom took his mouth, relearning his textures in a sharing of tongues that had neither beginning nor end, simply the hushed intimacy of their quickened breaths intermingling with the night.

Dom's last thought before the kiss ended was to wonder that he could tremble and yet know not the least bit of fear. He had never felt so safe in his life….or so sweetly threatened.

Chapter 12

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