monaboyd | FIC: Western Lovers: Cowboys & Archaeologists 14/30

Title: Western Lovers: Cowboys and Archaeologists 14/30
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: 4970
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. Next Chapter on Wednesday
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Billy had every intention of going to the bunkhouse and helping his brother settle in, but he couldn't forget the broken, angry expression he had seen on Dominic's face.

Running lithely down the grassed path, he found himself at the closed door of the old ranch house. Pounding on the door with an iron fist he waited patiently for Dom to answer or at least acknowledge him. Waiting agonizingly long moments, he imagined the torment in his young lover's mind, before pounding on the door again, harder than before.

"Dommie, I know you're in there. Please talk to me." He pressed one hand against the wood of the door, listening for any movement from inside.

Again, receiving no response, Billy sighed deeply. "Honey, it's not the way you think. Honestly. Please talk to me, I need to explain."

"You'd best be careful Ramrod." Dom flung the door open angrily. "Someone might see you," he hissed.

Billy frowned, trying to understand Dom's anger, and the tears that glistened in his beautiful eyes. "What?" Billy asked. "I don't understand why you're so upset, Dom."

"You'd better come in before the hands see you, Ramrod," Dom almost snarled, then stepped back and stalked into the workshop.

Billy followed, slamming the door behind him. "Dammit, Dom, I don't give a damn who sees me with you."

"Really?" Dom growled angrily, trembling violently as he turned his back on Billy, his fingers shaking as he lifted a pot shard from the table. "That must be why you never touch me unless we're alone. You never kiss me in public. You never even acknowledge me as anything other than Professor in front of the hands." He paused and turned back to face Billy, hot tears trickling down his cheeks. "I get it now." Blinking several times, Dom looked up into Billy's eyes. "I know I'm no catch, but I didn't think you'd be so ashamed of me that I'd end up being your dirty little secret."

"My what?" Billy cried incredulously.

"It all makes sense now." Dom shrugged, wiping angrily at the tears he couldn't contain. "That's why you're so reticent to be near me around people. I'm naïve, not stupid, Billy. I get it now."

"You haven't got a clue what the hell you're talking about, Honey."

"How can it not be what I think, Billy?" Dom watched him for a moment before he turned his back on Billy and spoke again. "I heard everything you said to your brother."

"I know," Billy spoke softly, moving forward to press his hand flat against Dom's back.
Dom spun away from Billy and snarled, his eyes wide and glazed. "Don't touch me!"

"Don't do this, Honey." Billy's voice was oddly flat.

"I'm not doing anything," Dom replied, moving around the table and out of Billy's reach.

"I'm not cut out to partner up, Dommie," Billy sighed, his own eyes glistening.

"Nice of you to tell me that before I fell in love with you," Dom spat.

"You're not in love with me," Billy snapped angrily.

"I know my own feelings," Dom snapped back.

"You're infatuated, that's all it is. Just because I'm the first person to show you real pleasure, you think you're in love."

"So just because you're a good fuck and show me a good time, I'm infatuated? Is that it Billy?" Dom stalked towards Billy, punctuating every word with a finger jab to his chest.

"I didn't say that, Dom." Billy's voice flattened even further, his accent thick and throaty. "Stop twisting my words, and calm down."

"Twisting your words, am I?" Dom spat the words, fisting his hands on his hips, he stalked back and forth, pacing angrily. "You fucking said I was infatuated with you because we fuck well. Tell me how I twisted that?" He paused, tears streaming freely down his cheeks. "You can't, can you, because I didn't. I know my own heart, Billy. I. Love. You."

"You don't. You. Can't," Billy replied shortly, not looking at Dom.

"Why's that Billy? Tell me why? Why won't you believe me? Because you're the fucking world authority on it and all, aren't you?"

"Just let it go Dommie," Billy yelled. "I don't want to do this with you. Not now."

"When then, Billy? When is it going to be convenient for you?" Dom paused in his pacing to stand directly in front of Billy. "C'mon, Ramrod," Dom almost sneered.

"Tell me why you know that I can't be in love with you."

"Dom," Billy growled at him. "I'm not going to fight with you."

"What the fuck do you think we're doing now?" Dom threw his arms up and waited for a reply. "I'm nothing to you, aren't I? Just a piece of available ass, aren't I? Tell me!"

"You have never been a piece of ass to me." Billy squared his shoulders and growled at Dom. "Never."

"Then why the hell can't you see what we've got together?" Dom growled from between clenched teeth.

"Because we can't," Billy growled back, his face inches from Dom's.

"I had a better excuse than 'because' in grade school, Billy," Dom spat sarcastically. "You're a big tough cowboy. Astonish me and find a better reason."

"You wouldn't understand."

"Fuck that!" Dom exclaimed and pushed Billy back against the edge of the worktable, fastening his lips over Billy's for a hard, wet kiss.

His mouth plundered Billy's roughly, tongue swiping and tangling with Billy's, his teeth catching Billy's bottom lip and tugging on it aggressively. Barely able to control himself, Dom's hands slid down Billy's body to grip handfuls of his denim clad ass and drag their bodies tightly together.

Billy pulled back from Dom's kiss, his tongue flicking at the spot of blood on his lip as he looked at his young lover, trying to catch his breath.

"I won't let you distract me," he stated softly.

"I'm not trying to distract you," Dom growled as he leaned in to lick the side of Billy's neck. "I just want us to do what we do best."

"What's that?" Billy asked.

"Fuck," Dom stated plainly, and then let his hands unbuckle Billy's belt.

"That's not what we do, Dom," Billy answered as he pulled the press studs of his shirt open.

"What do you call it then?" Dom had Billy's buckle open and was pulling his button fly open, tugging at it roughly, trying to pull it open, then plunging his slender hand inside to cup Billy's growing arousal.

"I….We," Billy stammered, struggling to maintain some semblance of common sense, Dom's actions stealing sensible thought from him. "Forget it," Billy finished, his hands moving to caress Dom's shoulders as Dom's long fingers wrapped around his arousal and stroked it quickly.

"I can't, Billy," Dom almost wailed as he pushed Billy's jeans from his hips. "I can't. Every time I close my eyes, I see you. I can't forget," Dom moaned as he leaned forward to suck at the side of Billy's neck. "Can't forget the way you make me feel." His teeth caught the skin of Billy's neck, neither of them noticing as they pierced the skin there. "I don't want to forget." His hands pushed Billy's jeans down his thighs, long fingers pressing into Billy's bare buttocks and kneading roughly.

He pressed his body along Billy's, and ground his denim covered erection against him.

"Then don't, Honey," Billy sighed, pushing into Dom, his fingers tightly gripping Dom's shoulders as the workbench pressed into his lower back.

Billy hooked his foot under the work table's support beam, catching the top of his elastic topped boot. With a quick wrench of his ankle, his foot slipped free. Dom's urgency was palpable, his anger had flamed into sudden, burning out of control arousal that neither of them were in any condition to dampen. Hands skimming up and down Dom's perspiration soaked shirt, Billy used the table edge to push his jeans down his thighs until they fell to the floor. Stepping out of them, and kicking them away with his free leg, Billy turned his attention back to Dom.

Frantic to touch skin, Dom fisted handfuls of the shirt that covered the taut muscles of Billy's back.

The worn fabric gave under the desperate strength of Dom's hands, and ripped from collar to shirttails. Dom's hands immediately dipped inside, fingers and nails alternately scratching and petting as his denim caged arousal ground against Billy desperately, Billy's own arousal leaving moist spots on the front of Dom's jeans.

Dom's mouth sucked on Billy's neck, his teeth nipping, tongue licking, lips sucking. Wanton whimpers tumbled against Billy's heated flesh.

"Billy," Dom whimpered. "Can't….don't …..please," he begged.

Understanding Dom's aggressive need almost before he spoke, Billy trailed one hand down Dom's belly, deft fingers opening his jeans and pushing them down, releasing Dom's slick, throbbing arousal. Billy's lips twisted into a grin as he heard the sigh of relief Dom couldn't contain. Unable to resist, Billy closed his hand around Dom, and let his thumb trail across his damp tip before he stroked him tightly.

Dom's reaction to his calloused touch almost pushed Billy over the edge, Dom threw his head back and wailed in desperate longing, his long, elegant throat open for Billy's nibbles.

Billy removed his hand, his own body thrumming with need. Lifting his free leg, Billy wrapped it around Dom's hip, pulling him tighter, closer, their erections rubbing together wetly as Dom thrust wantonly, desperately against Billy. Eyes closing as the sensations of Dom's lips, teeth, hands and body pushed him closer to the limits of his own control, Billy trailed one trembling hand along Dom's arm, and fingers slid across perspiration dotted skin until he reached Dom's slender wrist. Billy caught Dom's hands and pulled it to his mouth. Ignoring the groan that tumbled from Dom's kiss swollen lips, Billy pushed Dom's fingers into his mouth and suckled them wetly before releasing them, swirling his tongue around them and licking their long, elegant lengths.

"Do it Dom. Show me," Billy growled into Dom's ear as he clung to the younger man.

Dom's hand moved between Billy's taut cheeks and brushed across his entrance, and pushing past the tight muscle, he plunged one long finger deep inside his lover.

Billy's body tensed briefly, but relaxed as Dom's finger plunged into his tight entrance, his hips rocking against Dom's hand as he struggled to control his traitorous body.

Leaning into Billy, Dom swept the shards on the table behind them aside. Pressing himself along Billy's body, his tee-shirt brushed against Billy's nipples abrasively as he pushed a second finger deep into his lover.

"Do it, Honey," Billy gasped as he pushed his body onto Dom's fingers, pulling Dom closer. Heels drumming against Dom's buttocks, Billy's hand found Dom's arousal, his fingers tightening around it, stroking it roughly.

"Billy!" Dom whimpered, both hands clutching Billy's face, kissing him hungrily, wetly, his mouth melding with Billy's as if he was trying to become a part of the older man. "Please, Billy. " His voice was little more than a sob as he begged for something he couldn't quite reach on his own.

Billy whimpered at the loss of Dom's intimate touch, but hitched his hips against the edge of the table, his stroking hand guiding Dom's arousal to his entrance, letting the slick head rub against the puckered muscle. Pressing his sweat slick forehead against Dom's, Billy relaxed his hyper aroused body as much as it would. One of his hands stroked Dom's fabric covered back, the other guided Dom into his almost, but not quite, prepared body.

Billy pressed his forehead against Dom's shoulder, waiting for the burning stretch that would come before the pleasure, and as Dom's hips thrust forward, Billy's teeth closed on Dom's shoulder, his body tensing briefly. Hips canting away from the intrusion, Billy closed his hands on Dom's hips and held him there. With his leg wrapped around Dom's hip, Billy could feel the tremors running through Dom's body as he struggled to comply with Billy's unspoken request.

Sensation ripped through Billy at the willing invasion of Dom's body. Hands relaxing on Dom's hips, stroking the angular hipbones as he struggled to adjust, Billy then felt his body slowly relax as he stroked in ever increasing circles until his fingers reached Dom's chin. Cupping Dom's face, Billy looked into Dom's eyes, his own passion-glazed and serious as his own hips began to undulate under Dom.

"Fuck me, Honey," he whispered. "Now!"

His mind beyond any semblance of rational thought, Dom's body took over. His hips rocked slowly back, until he almost pulled himself from Billy's body and pushed back again, his skin slapping against Billy's with every deep, frantic thrust.

Billy's leg wrapped Dom tighter against his body, forcing him into short, sharp thrusts, Dom's hips stuttering as his desperate need started to unravel. Billy's hands fisted Dom's tee-shirt, pulling Dom tightly against his semi-sprawled body as his mouth devoured Dom's hungrily, moaning wildly as his own hips eagerly arched up to meet Dom's thrusts.

Dragging his lips from Dom's, his sharp little teeth nipping at Dom's bottom lip, Billy looped one arm around Dom's neck and pulled him fully against his chest, pushing up into Dom. His free hand grabbed at Dom's arm, pulling it, tugging on it as his teeth nipped at Dom's bearded chin. Wrapping his fingers around Dom's, he pulled Dom's arm between their bodies until their laced fingers touched his arousal.

"Please Dommie…" Billy moaned. "Touch me, too."

Dom's eyes barely focused as he looked into Billy's face, sweat dripping from his forehead, splashing against Billy's skin as he struggled to comprehend Billy's words. Nodding unsteadily, Dom's long fingers closed around Billy's erection, his grip tight as he began a tight, twisting stroking. His hips pushed into Billy's, each thrust unerringly finding Billy's sweet spot, and Billy's head tipped back, the limits of his almost superhuman control exceeded as Dom's teeth bit into his shoulder in sharp, stinging nips.

Desperately trying to grasp his fragmenting control, pressing himself against Dom, Billy's hands ran frantically over Dom's back, calloused fingers stroking from neck to buttocks and back again, scratching lightly at his cotton covered skin as he caressed. Sharp nails dug into the smooth, pale skin of Dom's buttocks as Billy pulled Dom tighter against his body. The fingertips of one hand traced Dom's kiss-swollen lips, gasping as Dom sucked them into his mouth before he trailed his hand down Dom's back. Calloused, saliva slick fingers brushed across Dom's buttocks, fingers digging desperately into the soft, fleshy globes, pulling Dom deeper, tighter into him.

Pulling Billy almost off the table as he straightened, Dom threw his head back and moaned, his neck exposed as he thrust erratically into Billy's body.

Feeling himself slipping from the edge of the table, one arm wrapped itself around Dom's waist, the other around his neck, pulling his head down for a sloppy, wet kiss. Dom's hand worked feverishly between their bodies, pumping, stroking and twisting Billy's arousal, his thumb brushing across the slick tip with every firm stroke.

"Please…." Dom grunted as he thrust up into Billy, pinning him between himself and the table edge as he pounded into Billy.

The bruising touch of the table, Dom pounding into his body, his own sweat slick chest covered only by the tattered remnants of his shirt, his sensitive nipples aching from the abrasive contact with Dom's cotton shirt, the heat of Dom's lips on his neck, the myriad of tiny, stinging aches that already infested his taut body, Dom's fingers stroking his throbbing arousal all combined to push Billy over the edge of his control and spiraling into orgasm. Billy's arms and leg tightened around his lover, his sharp teeth piercing the skin of Dom's shoulder through the soft cotton tee-shirt he wore, before he threw back his head and almost screamed his release into the room, silent, save for the sound of their breathing and sweat slick skin touching.

As Dom felt Billy's release spurt over his fingers, his eyes opened wide for the briefest of moments, his body stilling, save for his hips that continued their wild thrusting into Billy's body. The tight contractions of Billy's muscles around Dom were the final straw. Wide eyes squeezed closed as his control shattered, Dom's arms gripped Billy to him tightly as his control shattered, as his release pulsed deep within his lover.

Dom's body trembled with exertion and the force of his orgasm as he held Billy tightly, his breath fanning the ginger hair atop Billy's head. Dom's heart pounding wildly against his chest he slowly began to regain coherent thought.

"You okay, my Dommie?" Billy asked as Dom slid from his body. Completely unable to explain the loss he felt, he tried to push it aside.

Dom's complete silence puzzled Billy. Pulling back, he trailed his fingers across Dom's chest, then up to cup his chin. Tilting Dom's face towards his own, Billy's discovery nearly broke his heart.

Tears trickled slowly down Dom's flushed cheeks.

"Dommie?" Billy asked him quietly. "Talk to me, Honey."

"I'm sorry….I'm so sorry," he murmured, over and over.

"For what?" Billy asked him, frowning as Dom flinched away from the hand that would stroke his tousled, sweaty head.

"I'm no better than Ethan," Dom whispered, his eyes wide with his own realization, "I'm not." He shook his head and pulled back, relinquishing his contact with Billy "I…..I raped you."

"You what?" Billy tried to step closer, to comfort Dom, but winced when the movement pulled at muscles that weren't accustomed to recent activities.

"I hurt you," Dom spoke flatly as his fingers reached out to touch the perfect set of teeth marks on Billy's throat.

"No." Billy tried to make Dom turn to look into his face, so that he could see Dom's eyes and have Dom know that Billy was telling him the truth. "Honey, you didn't hurt me, you marked me." He paused as Dom looked up at him, stormy blue eyes filled with glistening tears of sorrow and self loathing. "I haven't wanted anybody to do that to me in a very long time, Dom. Believe me, Honey, that wasn't rape. That was mutual lust, pure and simple."

"I forced you," Dom spoke blankly as he rearranged his clothing, covering himself, suddenly shy and embarrassed by his nudity. "I didn't even let you get undressed." Then he caught sight of the tattered edges of Billy's shirt. "Oh my God," he gasped. "I ripped your shirt off? How can you say that I didn't rape you, when that's exactly what Ethan did to me."

Billy watched helplessly as Dom walked away, desperate to pull him into his arms and comfort him. Dom emerged from the bathroom a few moments later with a soft, damp washcloth. Billy frowned until Dom fell to his knees in front of Billy, and reaching one hand between his legs began to gently and tenderly clean Billy.

"No, it's not, Honey," Billy murmured, the touch of Dom's hands and the damp cloth easing a sigh from his lips. "It's lust, it's passion, some might even say it's love, but this…this was not rape." He paused, spreading his legs wider, allowing Dom access to his body. "Let me ask you a question, Dommie?" At Dom's gentle nod, he continued. "Did you climax when Ethan took you?"

"Of course not," Dom gasped, looking up at Billy. "He hurt me."

"Did you tell him to stop, that you didn't want him touching you that way?"

"I kept screaming 'No' at him, over and over again, but he wouldn't listen." The tears that had been glistening on Dom's lashes trickled down his cheeks.

Billy pushed aside the unaccountable anger he felt towards Dom's attacker, because Dom didn't need that now. Instead, he reached down to take Dom by the wrist and pulled his hand to the sticky residue of his climax on his own belly.

"Honey, I don't think I've ever enjoyed anything quite this much." Billy lifted Dom's hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against it wetly. "Did you hear me say no? At all?" Billy asked gently. "I seem to recall helping you," Billy whispered. "I don't think that is standard date rape procedure, do you?" He smiled at Dom as he touched his hair slowly. "Please, Honey, you didn't do anything I didn't want or need." Swallowing a grimace, Billy flinched slightly as the soft terry cloth brushed against his entrance.

"But I did. I hurt you." Dom pulled away, moving to wipe Billy's belly clean.

"No, Dommie. I ache, yes, but you didn't hurt me. I haven't had anyone that way since my very first boyfriend. I'm sore from disuse not misuse," Billy said, then shrugged.

Dom looked up into his face, searching for the truth in Billy's eyes.

"Honestly, Dommie. I needed what just happened just as much as you," Billy murmured. "Please don't feel guilty. Besides, I marked you, too." His fingers reached out to trace the small spots of blood on the shoulder of Dom's t-shirt.

Dom stood in front of Billy, his cloth dabbing ineffectually at the bruises marks on Billy's chest, neck and shoulders, where he had been so out of control he had repeatedly marked Billy's pale skin.

"Don't, Dom," Billy spoke softly. "Don't feel guilty, when there is no guilt to feel. We wanted each other, I know I felt it. A fire that I didn't want to quench and couldn't control. It was hot and it was sexy and it was honest. Don't confuse that with what happened to you with that selfish bastard."

"I've never felt like that before, Billy," Dom murmured, pressing soft kisses against the purple marks he had left on Billy's shoulders.

"That was pure, white hot passion, Honey," Billy stated, his fingers carding through Dom's hair. "Don't ever apologize to me for that."

"It was wrong to do that." Dom shook his head. "Wrong."

"Why?" Billy gripped Dom's face in both of his hands, forcing their eyes to meet and lock. "You're so restrained, so controlled, you enjoy what we do, but there's always part of you that you hold in check. Do you know how goddamn sexy it was to know that I did that to you?" Billy's thumbs brushed across Dom's cheekbones "To feel you, so primal and untamed. To feel you inside me like that. I was…" Billy paused, drawing in an unsteady breath. "It was unbelievable. I have never….ever experienced ANYthing like that before."

Dom's eyes flicked across Billy's, desperately trying to find the truth of his words in his eyes.

"But I ripped your clothes off you. I bit you so hard I made you bleed." Dom shook his head.

"I didn't deny you anything, Honey, I couldn't, because I wanted every inch of you as badly as you wanted me. I couldn't have, wouldn't have stopped you. I. Wanted. You. Pure and Simple."

"Never?" Dom questioned softly, his fingertip tracing one of bitemarks gently.

"Never," Billy whispered. "I'm no virgin, Dommie." He paused. "But I have never been so turned on that my next breath means the difference between ecstasy and control." He leaned forward to press a wet kiss against Dom's forehead. "You do that to me. When we're together, I'm like a horny teenager in a room full of prom queens."

"Truly?" Dom searched his face for affirmation.

"Truly." Billy nodded. "I'm a lot of things, Honey, but I'm not a liar. Not to you."

"You swear I didn't hurt you. When Ethan…." Dom struggled to find the words he needed. "When he did that to me, he hurt me…badly….." Dom's voice cracked.

"He didn't care about you at all did he? He just looked out for himself didn't he?" Billy's angry features belied the calm tone of his voice.

"No," Dom sighed, sinking into Billy's embrace. "He made me bleed, Billy. It hurt so much." He drew in a shuddering breath. "I couldn't bear it if I did that to you."

"If I ever find that bastard, he's a dead man," Billy murmured under his breath. "You did what you could, Honey. Yes, I probably would've taken a couple more minutes to prep because it had been so long, but we were both frantic and desperate. I needed exactly what you gave me, Honey. I have no regrets, and I don't want you to either. I trust you. Even wildly out of control, you wouldn't hurt me. I'm absolutely certain of that. To know that you trust me that way is all I need, Honey."

"I already do," Dom spoke instantly. "Or we wouldn't be having this discussion now."

Billy pressed his forehead against Dom's, releasing a sigh of relief. "Thank you," Billy whispered, pulling Dom tightly against him, lips searching for and finding Dom's, kissing him gently.

"Billy?" David's voice sounded from somewhere outside. "One of the horses is having issues, and Viggo thought you should know," he called.

"Damn," Billy muttered against Dom's tousled hair.

"I'll be out shortly, Daisy," Billy called, not ready to release his hold on Dom just yet as he pulled Dom against his body tightly.

"Daisy?" Dom tilted his head back to look into Billy's face.

"I'll explain it later, Honey," Billy murmured, kissing the tip of Dom's nose gently before pulling back. "I've got to go," he sighed.

"You might like to get dressed first." Dom almost smiled as he watched Billy remember his state of undress.

"Probably a good idea," Billy said and nodded.

Dom slid to his knees in front of Billy, and carefully untangled his jeans. Slipping Billy's foot into the empty leg, Dom tenderly pulled the denim up his thighs, pressing his lips against the bruise forming on Billy's hipbone as he pulled the jeans up over his hips and tucked Billy into them carefully before sliding up his body.

"Wait right here," Dom whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss to Billy's passion swollen lips.

Moving into his bedroom, Dom pulled a western cut shirt from the wardrobe, and walking back out to Billy, Dom handed him the shirt. Well worn, soft, pale blue cotton quickly replaced the tattered strips of fabric left of Billy's own shirt. Leaning in to kiss Billy slowly, Dom let his fingers slide down Billy's back, pushing the hem of the shirt into place under the waistband of Billy's jeans.

"Keep that up and I won't be able to leave," Billy murmured against Dom's lips.

"Will you come back later?" Dom murmured, one long finger tracing Billy's bottom lip.

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away." Billy smiled. "I might even be able to bring us back some dinner."

"I'd like that." Dom nodded, lifting Billy's hat from the table and holding it out to him.

Billy leaned in for a short, soft kiss as he took the hat from Dom's long fingers. "Be back later."

Then he strode from the room without looking back. Stepping through the door, Billy wasn't at all surprised to see David sitting on the steps.

"You didn't have to wait," Billy stated as he walked down the steps past his brother.
David shrugged. "Nowhere else to be."

"I'll have to remedy that," Billy said and then grinned.

"You alright?" David asked, his eyes squinting as he looked his brother over.

"Fine," Billy answered automatically. "Why?"

"Cos you're walking like you've been riding a green stallion bareback too long."

"Godammit, Daisy." Billy's temper started to wind up until David's words registered.

Bareback. He had been so caught up in his own need to feel Dom inside him and around him that he had completely forgotten protection. In over twenty years of intimate encounters, he had never forgotten before. Ever. Anger at himself bubbled within Billy. It wasn't that he was worried about health issues because of it, because Billy knew without a doubt they were both clean. It was the fact that Dom had filled his mind, his existence to such an extent that when they were together, nothing else mattered to him. Nothing. His only thoughts were of Dom, and how to elevate his pleasure when they were together.

"Or maybe it's the green stallion's been riding you too long," David murmured softly as he ducked his head to sniff at Billy's neck. "Someone smells like they've been ridden hard and put away wet."

"You're cruising, Daisy." Billy couldn't help but smile, despite the steel behind his words. "You may be bigger than me, but I can still kick your ass."

"Funnily enough, I didn't think kicking asses was what you're into." David laughed as he ducked Billy's mock punch. "By the way, think you can tell me where to find one of those mood shirts?"

"What are you talking about?" Billy pressed his hands to his hips as he stood still, his face a confused frown.

"I'm damn sure when you went in there," David gestured to Dom's ranch house, "that shirt was green, and you were pissy as hell. Now you're all calm and mellow and the shirt's blue. Must be a mood shirt." He laughed again.

"You're a perceptive bastard," Billy murmured as he turned on his heel and headed towards the bunkhouse. "Tell Viggo I'll just be a couple of minutes."

"Where ya going?" David frowned.

"To clean up." Billy shrugged. "It's bad enough you know."

"Well, in that case," David grinned and pulled a bandanna out of his pocket. "You might like to use this. A branding iron couldn't have made a clearer mark." His fingers pressed against his own neck in explanation.

Billy caught the bandanna that David threw and smiled before turning on his heel and jogging towards the bunkhouse.

Chapter 15

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