FIC: Western Lovers:Cowboys & Archaeologists (19/30)

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Title: Western Lovers: Cowboys and Archaeologists 19/30
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: 2393 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. Yes, yes i know. This chapter is early but there's a 95% chance that I won't be here for the next two days and i didn't want to deprive any of you who may be waiting for this of a chapter. Next chapter will be posted on Monday.

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Billy woke slowly, disoriented by the comfortable weight across his chest, and his brow furrowed as he shuffled his way through the misty haze of contented sleep. His eyes snapped open as he remembered the events of the previous night, and after turning his head not even a fraction of an inch, Billy's lips curled into a satisfied grin.

Dom lay sprawled on his belly beside him, arm slung across Billy's bare chest, a leg wrapped around Billy's thigh, trapping him while his other hand was tucked under the one pillow they'd shared. Tousled blonde hair tumbling over his forehead, face turned towards Billy, Dom's warm breath wuffled against Billy's neck. Studying his young lover as he slept, Dom's beauty took Billy's breath away. While Dom shouldn't be considered beautiful, with his quaintly crooked mouth, his funny nose and big ears, once you saw his smile or looked into his eyes or watched his elegant hands curling around potshards, or even cradling that big old cat, you could see it. Dom's soul was so exquisitely beautiful that it shone from him so brightly that sometimes just looking at him could make you smile, and Billy was grateful for being able to spend even a day in his company.

Billy didn't want to think about the way that his heart swelled when he had realized that Dom had wrapped himself around Billy, even as they slept, just like he really didn't want to think about the ache that was already growing in his heart as the end of the summer grew nearer. Reaching over to brush back the hair from Dom's face, Billy's thumb traced his cheekbones lingeringly, sliding across his eyelids and smoothing the gentle frown from Dom's forehead.

He would never forget this summer, and cherish the memories for the rest of his life. To have been part of the privilege of coaxing the quixotic butterfly that was his Honey from his cocoon, and be a part of showing him the joys of making love, was something that Billy was sure he was not worthy of, but that hadn't stopped him from falling for Dom. He had known, however, right from the start, that this was a summer affair. No matter how much it hurt, Billy had to set Dom free, because Dom deserved so much more than Billy could give him. He was just beaten-up, broken down, battle-scarred old cowboy with more emotional baggage than the Titanic had passengers. Dom deserved more, he deserved so much better. Now that he had found the self that he had hidden for so many years, Billy wanted Dom to fly free, and share his beauty with someone who was perfect for him. Someone who shared his gentle, loving soul.

Seeing the first rays of pink sun lightening the deep cobalt of the night sky, Billy carefully shrugged out from under Dom's leg. Rolling towards his young lover, Billy pressed a wet, open mouthed kiss to Dom's sleeping mouth.

"Honey, I need to go," he whispered against warm lips.

"Nooo," Dom mumbled. "Stay. Don't wanna…." he muttered, his voice trailing off as he drifted back to sleep.

"I won't let the hands see me leaving here after sun up," Billy replied, kissing him again.

"Don't care," Dom mumbled "Stay."

"I care, Dommie." Billy kissed him slowly, his tongue trailing across Dom's pouty lips. "You're better than the innuendo you'd get from the gossip."

" 'M not," Dom mumbled. "Love you….please…stay." Dom's arm tightened as he rolled towards Billy.

Billy's heart clenched at Dom's words, his eyes closing as he listened, then tried to pull out from Dom's embrace.

"You need to let me go, Honey."

"Can't," Dom almost growled, fitting his body along Billy's side, as he ground his pelvis against Billy's hip, the much wanted friction to his morning erection bringing a blissful sigh to his lips.

"God, Dommie," Billy moaned. "You're making it so hard to do the right thing."

"Hope so," Dom muttered. "Don't want to be the only hard one." He opened his sleepy eyes to look into Billy's face as his long arm snaked down Billy's body.

"We don't have time, Dommie," Billy murmured, his hand finding Dom's arousal and fisting it slowly.

"Make time," Dom whimpered, arching his hips. "Need you…..Please?"

Billy rolled Dom onto his back, settling into the space between Dom's legs, his elbows bearing the weight of his upper body, fingers twisting in Dom's mussed hair as he looked into the younger man's face.

"How could I refuse such an offer?" Billy murmured.

"You can't, can you?" Dom grinned, his hands sliding down Billy's side, fingertips dancing across Billy's skin.

"Not to you," Billy spoke seriously "I can't say no to you."

"I don't want you to," Dom whispered, pulling Billy closer against his body with hands, feet and mouth.

"Good." Billy leaned in to kiss him wetly, their mouths not quite meeting. "I don't want to either."

Billy trailed hungry, wet, open mouthed kisses down Dom's long neck and across his chest. Pointy tongue flicking out to lathe at one hard, flat nipple, Billy turned his head up to look into Dom's face before he grinned almost cheekily as Dom sighed. "You like that, do you?"

"Mmmm." Dom nodded his eyes closed, his fingers tracing Billy's shoulders.

"Then Honey..." Billy murmured, "You're going to love this."

Billy turned his attention to Dom's other nipple, then swirled his tongue in a long slow path along Dom's golden belly, flicking across the pale, light tracing of hair that gradually thickened as it traveled lower. Small hands deftly caught Dom's angular hips, and Billy pressed him back down onto the mattress as they attempted to arch up into his touch.

"Billy," Dom moaned as his leaking arousal brushed against Billy's cheek.

With his hands holding and caressing Dom's hips, Billy turned his attention to Dom's hair covered thighs. Stinging, nipping kisses, long, slow licks, and suckling bites that would leave soft purpled marks, all drove Dom to distraction. Struggling with the limits of his control, Dom's head tossed on the pillow, his hands gripping fistfuls of sheet.

"Touch me," he moaned, over and over, a mantra meant to assuage the burning need in his veins.

Looking up into his lover's face, seeing his passion glazed eyes, the perspiration beading his skin, Billy's own arousal pressed urgently against the mattress, his hips undulating of their own accord. Tongue traveling a wet path to the heavy sac at the juncture of Dom's thighs, the tip of Billy's tongue brushed feather light beneath it as he tested the weight with his tongue. Sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth, Billy swirled his tongue all over and around before gently releasing him.

Opening his legs further, unable to stop the desperate moans that tumbled from his lips at the feel of himself sucked tightly into Billy's mouth, Dom's weeping erection ached to be taken deeply into the tight, sucking cavern, but he was reluctant to give up the exquisite, bone melting pleasure that Billy's mouth was currently giving him.

As Dom's legs fell open in wanton invitation, Billy's lips reluctantly released their hold. Tongue sliding lower, Billy brushed across the sensitive skin that he discovered, and sent a shiver through Dom's body. Traveling lower still, sliding along the globes of Dom's buttocks, Billy licked and sucked the pale, soft skin before flicking the tip of his tongue against Dom's entrance, swirling it there, back and forth, over and over, as Dom arched up off the mattress, a long, low moan filling the room. Pressing against the tight muscle, Billy let his tongue slip just inside Dom, licking and sucking and tasting, then pulling back slowly. His hands struggling to hold the thrashing, begging body of his lover against the mattress, Billy's fingers soothed at the soft skin that he held so tightly.

"Please. Please," Dom almost sobbed "Please. I. Need. You."

"You've got me, Honey," Billy murmured, pressing soft kisses along Dom's inner thigh. "But not like that, not this morning. This is for you."

"Please, Billy," Dom whimpered, as Billy pressed a soft kiss on the underside of Dom's throbbing arousal. "Please…" He arched into Billy' caress,desperate for more.

Dom's white knuckled grip on the sheet loosened long enough for his fingers to tangle in Billy's hair, urging him on with more than just his breathless whimpers.

Billy's tongue traced the thick vein to the tip of Dom's arousal, and then lifting his eyes to look into Dom's passionate, unfocussed gaze, he released one of Dom's hips to lace his fingers through Dom's as he closed his mouth over Dom's leaking tip.

Hips arched, Dom pushed himself deeper into Billy's mouth, unintelligible words tumbling from his lips, and fingernails biting into the back of Billy's hand. Knees locked, Dom pressed his feet against the mattress, desperately thrusting up into the sweet, hot suction of Billy's mouth. With each slurping gulp, Billy consumed a little more of Dom's swollen, slick length, swallowing the salty fluid that slicked Dom's hardness. The blunt end of Dom's arousal nudged against the back of Billy's mouth, and closing his eyes for the briefest of moments, Billy concentrated on relaxing his throat, so Dom could slip deeper inside. Swallowing convulsively, struggling to maintain his relaxed control as he watched Dom's face, Billy was completely unaware of the effect the tight constriction his reflexive swallowing was having on Dom.

Within seconds, Dom's feet had left the bed, his thighs wrapping around Billy's head, fingernails piercing the skin of Billy's hand as he found his release, deep in Billy's throat. Dom's orgasm triggered Billy's own a moment later, against the sheets that his body ground into. Holding his young lover in his mouth as his erection slowly subsided, Billy gently licked Dom clean before crawling back up his languid body and kissing him wetly, letting Dom taste himself, then brushing Dom's damp hair from his forehead and hugging him tenderly.

"Sleep, Honey," he murmured. "It's a while until breakfast."

"Mmm," Dom mumbled as he sank back into the depths of a deep, dreamless sleep.

Billy lay beside Dom on the bed for long minutes, content to sit and watch his chest rise and fall as he slept peacefully. Letting his fingers trail featherlight across Dom's bare skin, Billy then leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Dom's forehead and slipped off of the bed before he gave in to the temptation to crawl under Dom's arm and curl into his side.

Moving quickly through the house, collecting his clothes and slipping into them, a grin turned up the corners of Billy's mouth as he remembered how his clothes came to be scattered all over the floor. Jeans tugged over his hips and half fastened, his shirt on but unbuttoned, with his belt over his shoulder, Billy knelt just inside the door and collected the scattered, crushed and wilted wildflowers he found there. Walking silently through to the kitchen, Billy quickly filled a glass with water and sat the sad posy in the glass. Pausing at the door long enough to collect his boots and his hat, Billy let himself out just in time to see the fiery ball of the sun start to emerge from behind the horizon in earnest. Casting a quick glance around, he breathed a sigh of relief when there was no sign of any of the ranch hands.

Starting to move quickly up the path towards the main house, a voice startled him.

"Thought you weren't doing the relationship thing?" David said in a quiet tone. "Doesn't that forestall sleep overs."

"Fuck off, David. YOU don't do relationships. You wouldn't understand," Billy answered quickly.

"Nope, but it doesn't mean I can't enjoy your misery." David smiled.

"Bastard," Billy retorted with a smile. "You're shit out of luck, anyway. There is no misery."

"Give it time. There's always misery."

"Not with this one. Dom's different."

"They never are. He'll be the same in the end."

"He is different." Billy insisted and looked at his half brother as they walked side by side. "He's…. Dom's…. He's just different."

"Goddammit, Billy," David swore softly, stopping to look at his brother. "You're in love with him, aren't you?"

"And what if I am?" Billy pulled himself up to his full height, waiting for an argument.

"Do you remember what happened last time?" David asked quietly. "Do you not remember why you left your beloved Scotland? Do you not remember how we could barely find the pieces of you to put back together? I won't let this one do that to you."

"I'll hurt this one long before he'll hurt me." Eyes darkening, Billy let his shoulders drop. "This one's a keeper."

"Have you told him you're not?" David asked, quirking one eyebrow as he pushed his hat back on his head, watching his older brother carefully.

Billy shook his head. "It's just a summer thing."

"Thing?" David murmured. "For fucks sake, Billy, you're just setting yourself up to cut yourself down, aren't you?"

"I know what I'm doing," Billy said, then sighed.

"Sounds like it, dipshit." David looked towards the bunkhouse at the sound of a slamming door. "You might like to look a little less like you've been riding your boyfriend all night." David grinned. "A nice start might be to put it away." He gestured to Billy's half open button fly. "Or even button your shirt properly." He snickered, then leaned in and sniffed at the side of Billy's neck "Though I think it might help if you didn't smell like hot sex."

Billy looked down at his crookedly buttoned shirt , half fastened pants and bare feet, and realized that he smelled richly of Dom.

"Goddammit," Billy growled. "I'll be out shortly. Keep 'em in line until I get back. Voices carry, Daisy, and I don't want them waking Honey up yet."

"Honey?" David lifted one brow with a sardonic grin "It's hardly my job to keep the men in line so your boyfriend can sleep just because you rode him into the mattress all night."

"Actually," Billy grinned as he moved past his brother and opened the kitchen door, "He did all the riding."

"Jesus, Billy." David pressed his hands over his ears. "Too much information. Just go shower, and I'll keep em busy."

Chapter 20