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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd May. 4th, 2006 07:28 am)Title: Clean Sheets & Sampling Treats
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The final chapter of the series. I think the rating says it all. :)
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to my beta,frojane, for relentlessly feeding me plot bunnies until I agreed to write it.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Okay, I give in. *waves white flag* Here’s the fifth, and FINAL installment in the Simply Delicious series. There’s a fin, and I mean it.
A/N 2: Good news! Football fic has been successfully rescued from old hard drive. Now I’m going over it with a fine tooth comb, and posting will resume on Monday. In the meantime, I offer you smut. Call it a thank you for all your support over the last few days. It’s greatly appreciated. *hugs you all*
Previous Parts: 1-Hungry | 2-Dessert | 3-Breakfast | 4-Beyond Second Breakfast
Pressing his entire length against Dom, trapping the younger man between his body and the door of the hotel room, Billy feasts on the hot, honeyed wetness of Dom’s mouth as his hands cup the sweet curve of Dom’s arse, squeezing and caressing.
“Door,” Dom pants breathlessly against Billy’s lips, long fingers clutching his shoulders, kneading gently. “Key.”
Grinning suggestively, Billy deftly slips his small hand into the front pocket of Dom’s low slung jeans, searching for the plastic card and teasing Dom’s rock hard erection at the same time. Tearing his mouth away from Billy’s, Dom rolls his hips forward hard, his hands clutching Billy’s lower back as unintelligible German tumbles from his swollen lips.
“What is that? What are you saying?” Billy asks, finally withdrawing his hand from Dom’s pocket with the key, his other hand stroking the nape of Dom’s neck, watching his pulse throb wildly.
Blue-grey eyes dark with arousal, Dom meets Billy’s gaze, his body taut, chest heaving for breath.
“Take me to bed, Billy,” he pleads shamelessly. “Please.”
“Yes, my love,” Billy agrees tenderly.
Cuddling Dom to his chest, Billy manages to open the door, hang the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the knob, close and lock the door behind them with his free hand, all while Dom’s lips and tongue eagerly explore his neck and throat.
“The maids are going to hate us,” Dom murmurs, nibbling on the fleshy lobe of Billy’s ear. “They didn’t get a chance to make up the room.”
“Uh, Dommie-”
When Billy chuckles, Dom looks over to see what’s so funny, and his eyes widen at the pristine room and tidy bed, where a jumble of tangled material had been a short while ago.
“Wow. They’re fast,” Dom comments.
“Remind me to leave them a big tip,” Billy says as his fingers stroke Dom’s heated skin and then move higher to tangle in the soft, blonde strands of Dom’s hair at the nape of his neck.
“Why?”
“I didn’t want our first time to be on dirty sheets,” Billy explains gently, kissing both of Dom’s cheeks.
“Bills,” Dom sighs as he brings their lips back together, fingers working their way down to Billy’s waist and the hem of his borrowed t-shirt.
Arms wound around one another, Dom walks backwards, tugging Billy forward until his legs are touching the end of the freshly made bed.
“Dommie,” Billy murmurs, breaking the deep, wet kiss. “Wait.”
“What?”
Eyes wide with surprise, a flash of panic races across Dom’s face. Immediately, Billy can tell that Dom is wondering if he’s changed his mind.
“It’s okay, Dommie,” Billy soothes gently. “I was just going to say that we should get whatever we need from your shaving kit in the loo before we go any further, so we don’t have to stop later.”
“Oh, right.” Releasing the breath he’s been holding and the tension in his lithe body, Dom smiles and presses a quick kiss to Billy’s cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
While Dom hurries off to the loo, Billy walks over to the window and partially draws the heavy drapes, giving the room a more intimate feeling. Softening the strong sunshine, long shadows stretch out across the carpet, the remaining light filtering through the semi-sheer curtains. When Billy turns around, he spots Dom lingering by the door of the loo, gnawing on his lower lip.
“Nervous?” Billy asks softly.
“A little,” Dom admits. “But in a good way.”
Gazing across the room at Dom, it suddenly dawns on Billy what they’re about to do. The knowledge hits him with the force of a punch to his stomach, and then waves of self-doubt are crashing over Billy, drowning him in uncertainty. Less than twenty-four hours ago, Billy hadn’t so much as kissed Dom, and since then, they’ve shared numerous sexual acts. Hand jobs, blow jobs and much more, and while they haven’t had all the way sex, there has been plenty of sexual contact none the less. Every last moment has been beyond Billy’s wildest dreams, every kiss, every caress, every sigh, more magical than the one before it.
Swallowing hard, Billy lets his eyes wander over Dom’s lean body, looking with new eyes, realizing just how young Dom is. He’s got his whole life ahead of him, and here Billy is, eight years older than him, not as fit as he used to be, and definitely not carefree. Dom could have anyone he wants, so why Billy? Why an old Scot like himself? They jumped into this without a thought to the consequences. Specifically, what if Billy is pushing Dom into something that he’s not ready for? He’s got so much going for him, so much he wants to experience, why would he want to give that up?
Also, what happens if Billy doesn’t live up to Dom’s expectations as a lover? Could their friendship survive that? Could they go back to being best mates and forget that these twenty-four incredible hours ever existed? Ever since Dom pinned him to the wall last night, Billy’s been leading with his tongue and hips, but now his head, the one above his waist, has taken control once again. Fear is overwhelming everything.
“Bills?” Dom says softly, breaking into Billy’s troubled thoughts.
“What?”
“Breathe.”
Pulling oxygen deep into his lungs, Billy’s cheeks flush as he shudders visibly and then meets Dom’s gaze.
“Did you just change your mind?” Dom asks quietly, unable to hide the disappointment in his expressive eyes.
“I- I just-” Breaking off and biting down on his lower lip, Billy takes a calming breath and straightens his shoulders.
“I don’t want to do this if you’re not sure that this is what you really want,” Billy begins. “If-”
“Of course it’s what I want,” Dom replies, taking several steps forward, bringing them closer. “More than anything.”
“What happens if I can’t keep up, or don’t meet your expectations?” Billy continues, worry furrowing his brow. “Sexually, I mean.”
“Are you bloody well kidding me?” Dom asks incredulously as he moves forward again. “Do you not remember last night? Touching each other? Holding each other? Waking up together, between those sheets?” he adds, pointing at the bed where so much has been intimately shared. “Being with you has been amazing, Bills. The most incredible day of my life.”
“But I’m not twenty-five years old, Dommie,” Billy protests heatedly. “What if-”
“Bills, I’m not expecting swinging from the chandelier or four hour marathon sex, followed by an orgasm that belongs in the Guinness Book of World Records,” Dom interrupts, eyes serious as he holds Billy’s gaze.
“You’re not?”
Smiling endearingly at Billy, aching to take away the weight on his shoulders, Dom shakes his head and then points up at the ceiling.
“See? No chandelier.”
Having to laugh, albeit briefly, at Dom’s cheekiness, Billy’s brow furrows again.
“You know what I mean, Dommie.”
“Yes, I do,” Dom confirms. “But I think you’re confused.”
“About what?” Billy asks, arching an eyebrow.
“I don’t just want to have sex with you,” Dom explains tenderly, closing the remaining distance between them and sliding his free hand into one of Billy’s trembling ones, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I want to share my body with you, in the most intimate way possible. You need to understand that this is about connecting with you on a physical, emotional and spiritual level. Don’t you see that I want you to touch every part of me, and that I want to touch every part of you?”
Stunned at the expression on Dom’s face as he utters the heartfelt words, Billy can barely catch his breath.
“I’m not going into this lightly, Bills,” Dom continues, head tilting slightly to one side, their eyes locked. “I wouldn’t risk the most important relationship of my life for a roll in the sheets. Absolutely nothing about what we’ve done so far is what I would consider casual.”
Billy’s eyes cloud with distress. “I never meant to suggest-”
“I know,” Dom interrupts gently. “I just wanted you to be aware what I’m thinking, but if you’ve changed your mind, and want to wait, then that’s what we’ll do. Okay?”
“I don’t deserve you,” Billy says unsteadily after a long, quiet moment.
“That’s funny. I was going to say the same thing about you,” Dom replies with a small smile.
“I love you so much, Dommie,” Billy adds tenderly, cupping his lover’s cheek. “I couldn’t bear it if I lost you.”
“Oh, Bills. You’ll never lose me,” Dom vows as he snuggles into Billy, bringing their bodies together firmly. “Never.”
“I don’t want to wait,” Billy murmurs, nuzzling his nose into Dom’s cheek. “I want to be with you.”
“Good. And I love you, too.”
Catching an odd look in Dom’s eyes, Billy slides an arm around Dom’s slender waist to hold him close.
“Will you tell me what you’re thinking about?” he requests.
“I, uh, I don’t have any protection with me,” Dom confesses in a low voice, his eyes downcast as he shows Billy the bottle of lubricant clutched in his other hand. “It’s just been so long since- Because once I knew how I felt about you, I didn’t want to, with anyone else.”
“You’re clean, aren’t you, Dommie?” Billy interrupts gently, pressing a feathery kiss to Dom’s neck, just below his ear. “You’ve been tested?”
“Of course,” Dom replies quickly, looking deep into Billy’s eyes. “And I’ve always been safe. Always. I promise.”
“Well, I’m clean, too,” Billy says, releasing Dom’s hand and cupping his cheek. “So-”
“So . . . bare?” Dom asks breathlessly, blue-grey eyes dark with passion and heat.
“If you’re comfortable with that,” Billy replies with an intimate smile. “If not, I can run to the chemist shop downstairs. I’m sure they would have something.”
“Bare,” Dom whispers hoarsely. “Please? I want to feel you, Bills. All of you.”
“So do I, Dommie,” Billy murmurs, fervently, a shiver sliding through his limbs. “So do I.”
Tossing the bottle of lubricant a short distance so it lands on the bed, Dom sinks into Billy’s embrace, their swollen mouths meeting in hungry, passionate, wet kisses. Billy feels Dom’s hands at his waist, and their lips part just long enough for Billy’s t-shirt to be pulled over his head and dropped to the floor, immediately forgotten. Desperate for more of their bodies to touch, Dom grips handfuls of cloth at his waist and starts to tug insistently, only to have Billy’s small hands close over his.
“Slowly, Dommie.”
“Want you,” Dom nearly whimpers. “Want to feel you against me. Touch you.”
“You will, I promise,” Billy replies soothingly. “But this is our first time, and I don’t want to rush it. I want to unwrap you like the precious gift that you are to me. Please?”
Touched beyond words at Billy’s request, Dom nods wordlessly and lets go of his t-shirt. Eyes locked, Dom trails his long, elegant fingers up Billy’s bare shoulders, letting Billy guide their bodies closer, sighing with pleasure when Billy presses a line of feathery kisses to his throat.
“You’re so pretty, Dommie,” Billy murmurs between kisses, breath hot on Dom’s aroused skin. “And you fit so perfectly in my arms.”
“Billy?” Dom asks hoarsely, unable to control the trembling in his limbs as Billy’s kisses effortlessly strip away his control.
“What love?”
“Bed,” Dom whispers. “Before I can’t stand up anymore.”
Smiling, Billy slowly nods and then leads the way over to the side of the mattress. Lapping gently at the hollow of Dom’s throat, Billy opens the button and fly of Dom’s jeans, fingers tenderly caressing the newly exposed skin.
“Billy,” Dom whimpers, rolling his hips forward. “Don’t tease.”
“Sorry.”
Sliding his hands under Dom’s t-shirt, Billy pets the warm, firm muscles of Dom’s stomach, sliding higher and higher until his fingertips are stroking and teasing Dom’s nipples into stiff peaks. Moaning at the sensation, Dom lets his head fall back, offering his throat as his hands clutch at Billy’s bare shoulders.
Gently sliding Dom’s shirt up his chest, Billy ducks his head to take one of Dom’s nipples into his hot, wet mouth, suckling the rosy peak ravenously and holding Dom’s hips firmly as his knees buckle. Listening to Dom’s wanton moans of pleasure for long moments, Billy finally stands up straight long enough to ease Dom’s t-shirt over his head, and then Dom is sinking into his embrace, trembling violently from the erotic sensations that Billy is lavishing on him.
Hands sliding down Dom’s ribcage to his slender waist, Billy slips his pointy tongue into Dom’s mouth as he nudges at the denim clinging to Dom’s hips with his fingers, causing the material to fall and puddle at Dom’s feet. A moment later, Dom is kicking the blue jeans, along with his socks and shoes to the side, and then he is completely bare and exposed to Billy’s gaze. Eagerly drinking in the intoxicating vision of his naked lover, Billy feels his trousers pull tight, his arousal throbbing with need as his eyes darken.
Guiding their lips together for a soft, prolonged kiss, Dom relishes in the sensation of Billy’s warm hands roaming endlessly over his bare skin, caressing and exploring. Billy was right, he realizes. This is an exquisite gift they are sharing, one that Billy is uncovering as slowly as he can manage, to draw out the immense pleasure for as long as possible. Whimpering when their mouths part, Dom then sighs when Billy’s tongue laps gently at his pulse point while his hand slides down Dom’s chest to his sensitive navel. Thrusting his hips against Billy’s, Dom feels his lover fumble with his belt, and then he quickly lends a hand, opening Billy’s trousers to free his arousal from the restrictive confines.
Sliding his arms around Billy’s trim waist, Dom pets and strokes his lower back, slowly pushing Billy’s trousers down as they continue to kiss, until finally, the material falls, and the lovers are both naked. Breaking the passionate kiss and nuzzling his nose into Billy’s neck, Dom leans back, silently asking Billy to stretch out on the large, soft, comfortable bed, and after tenderly kissing Dom’s cheek, Billy complies.
Laying back and shifting on the clean sheets until he’s comfortable, Dom parts his knees wide before tugging Billy closer, inviting him into the circle of his arms. Eyes smoldering with passion, Billy sinks into Dom’s embrace, bringing their bodies together completely, hard arousals trapped between their quivering bellies. Suddenly realizing that Dom is trembling, Billy cups his cheek and looks deep into Dom’s eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Dom replies softly, nuzzling into Billy’s touch. “Everything is perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
“You’re perfect.”
Smiling, Billy dips his head, and then their mouths are meeting in a tender kiss. Supporting some of his weight on his elbows, Billy strokes Dom’s neck and shoulders as their lips meet and part in slow, languid, sensuous kisses, tongues tangling sweetly as they lazily explore each others mouths.
“I love the way you taste, Dommie,” Billy murmurs between kisses, smiling when Dom blushes.
Moving in an unhurried pace, Billy trails kisses over Dom’s cheeks, neck shoulders and chest, returning to his swollen lips often, letting Dom’s sighs of pleasure guide him.
“More,” Dom pants softly. “Right there.”
Feeling Dom’s long fingers card through his ginger hair, Billy laps teasingly at the taut muscles of Dom’s stomach before sliding the tip of his pointy tongue into Dom’s sensitive belly button.
“Bills-”
Writhing wantonly beneath Billy, Dom arches his back, craving more of Billy’s touch as breathless pleas push past his lips. Wanting to pleasure Dom more, Billy opens the bottle of lubricant blindly, feasting on the sight of Dom, reduced to a jumble of sprawled limbs, the passion overwhelming him, and touched beyond words at the trust Dom has so willingly given him, Billy coasts two of his fingers and slowly slides them between Dom’s cheeks. Looking up so their eyes can meet and lock, Billy gently strokes Dom’s entrance, tenderly loosening the tight ring of muscle while his other hand pets Dom’s belly soothingly.
“Tell me if-”
“Doesn’t hurt,” Dom moans. “Oh God, it feels incredible.”
Wanting Billy closer, Dom pulls at Billy’s shoulders until their lips can meet again in hungry, passionate kisses, and then Dom’s long legs are wrapping around Billy’s hips, urging him on. Drawing Dom’s pouty lower lip into his mouth, Billy sucks gently, warm breath caressing his cheek as one finger presses inside Dom, eliciting a breathless whimper of pleasure. Eagerly rocking his hips in a unsteady rhythm, Dom reaches between their bodies, guiding a second finger of Billy’s into his entrance as their tongues dance, deeply and wetly. Breaking the kiss and gazing into Dom’s smoldering eyes, Billy scissors his fingers back and forth, stretching his lover and then adding a third finger at Dom’s breathless urging.
Spiraling out of control at a rapid pace, Dom bucks and thrusts his hips wantonly, immense pleasure making him almost incoherent.
“Bills,” Dom gasps, gripping Billy’s hips tightly. “Make love to me. Please,” he begs.
“Yes, Dommeh,” Billy replies in a low, raspy voice. “Soon.”
“Now,” Dom replies, eyes drunk with arousal. “Need you inside me, Bills. Want you so much.”
Acquiescing to his lover’s request, Billy nods and withdraws his fingers, pouring more lubricant into his palm and then slicking his rock hard, leaking erection. Cupping Billy’s face in his hands, Dom kisses him long and deep before parting his thighs as wide as he can, welcoming Billy into his most intimate embrace.
“I’m ready, Bills. Please,” Dom says softly and tenderly. “Touch me.”
With their eyes locked, Billy positions himself and then rocks his hips forward, breaching Dom as gently as possible, his breath catching as the hot, velvet clench of Dom’s body pulls him in further.
“Billy,” Dom sighs, his chest heaving.
Shaking from the intense pleasure of Billy inside him, filling him so exquisitely, Dom slides his hands down to Billy’s hips, guiding him in further, until Billy is buried to the hilt, both panting at the erotic sensations. Gasping at the intense stretch, Dom tries to speak, but can’t, his lower lip trembling as Billy gazes at him with love and tenderness.
Staying perfectly still, Billy waits for Dom to adjust to his size, and once Dom nods slightly, indicating that he’s ready, Billy makes a few gentle, exploratory thrusts.
“That okay, Dommeh?” Billy asks softly, limbs shaking at the sensation of being completely sheathed in his lover.
Moaning loudly in response, Dom slides his legs higher to wrap around Billy’s waist, rocking his hips, urging Billy to move as passion overwhelms him.
“Kiss me,” Dom whimpers longingly. “Touch me, wherever you want. Anywhere, Bills.”
Bringing their swollen mouths together in hot, breathless kisses, Billy pumps his hips, slowly at first, then faster and deeper when Dom begs profusely.
“Don’t stop,” Dom gasps wantonly. “Harder, Billy. Feels so good.”
Buried inside Dom, Billy can’t control the trembling in his limbs, desire tearing away everything but Dom and their exquisite lovemaking. Withdrawing almost completely, Billy then slides forward again, stretching Dom to the limit, muffling Dom’s cries of passion with long, tongue tangling kisses. Arms wound around Billy to keep him close, Dom breaks the kiss to throw back his head, offering Billy his throat, almost sobbing in ecstasy.
Sliding a hand under Dom’s hip and adjusting the angle, Billy thrust his hips forward, strong and deep, crying out when Dom’s long fingers clutch tightly at his back. Pulling back and then thrusting deep again, Billy watches Dom buck and writhe wildly from the immense pleasure.
“Right there,” Dom almost wails as Billy repeatedly slides his hard arousal over the sweet spot inside him, driving them both to the brink of orgasm at tremendous speed.
Bracing a hand against the headboard, Dom pushes down firmly, ensuring that their aroused bodies slam together passionately, causing both of them to cry out loudly at the shared intimacy. Releasing Dom’s hip, Billy wraps his fingers around Dom’s leaking erection and begins pumping it in time to his deep thrusts, their lips meeting and parting in greedy, wet, loving kisses.
Limbs shaking with the emotions and sensations rushing through him, Dom feels his control start to crack, and he whimpers in distress.
“It’s okay, Dommeh,” Billy soothes, his voice ragged. “We’ll do it again. As many time as we want.”
“Feels so good,” Dom moans breathlessly. “Don’t want it to end.”
“I want to feel you let go, love,” Billy pants. “I want to feel you all around me.” Dipping his head, Billy gently nips at Dom’s damp neck and laps at the resulting red mark. “Come for me, Dommeh. Come.”
Wrapping both of his long arms around his lover’s thrusting body, Dom holds on until Billy has slammed into him, once, twice, three times, and then his control shatters, and he’s spinning out into the heavens, sobbing in ecstasy. A few moments after his belly is slicked with Dom’s release, Billy lets go, filling Dom with his intimate warmth, and then they are sinking into one another, completely spent.
Trembling violently from the force of his powerful orgasm, Dom buries his face in Billy’s damp neck and laces his fingers together across Billy’s back to ensure that their bodies remain intimately locked. Listening to his pounding heart as it slowly begins to return to normal, Billy inhales deeply, drawing the scent of their lovemaking into his lungs, searing it into his mind. Pressing a tender kiss to Dom’s glistening shoulder, Billy shifts, moving his weight to his elbows before rubbing his nose against Dom’s, eliciting a warm chuckle. Eyes half lidded and drowsy with contentment, Dom wordlessly tips his head to one side, and then their lips are meeting in a slow, languid kiss.
“That,” Dom murmurs when their mouths part, “was perfect.”
“The kiss?” Billy teases softly.
“Everything,” Dom replies before lifting his head to place another lazy kiss to Billy’s cheek. “It was better than-”
“Than what?” Billy prompts when Dom pauses abruptly.
“My fantasies,” Dom admits with a faint blush. “Everything with you is better, because nothing compares to the real thing.”
“I feel the same way, Dommie,” Billy says gently as his fingers smooth Dom’s tousled hair off his damp forehead.
“I love you,” Dom adds, a smile turning up the corners of his crooked mouth. “Every last inch of you.”
“Especially these inches,” Billy teases as he rocks his hips forward, sliding over Dom’s sweet spot.
Gasping at the sensation, Dom threads his fingers through Billy’s hair and drags their mouths together for a long, wet, dizzying kiss, not letting go until his lungs scream for oxygen. Panting breathlessly, Billy gazes deeply into Dom’s eyes before kissing the tip of his squashed up nose.
“I love you, too,” Billy says in a low, intimate voice. “Every last inch.”
Afraid that he’s crushing Dom, Billy carefully withdraws, settling quickly on the mattress and protectively cuddling his lover close, snug in his arms.
“So, did you like it?” Dom asks tentatively, his breath warm against Billy’s throat. “Was it like you hoped?”
“It was better,” Billy sighs. “Absolutely amazing.”
“Nothing to worry about, yeah?” Dom prompts. “Just like I told you.”
“You were right, Dommie,” Billy agrees. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being my best mate,” Billy replies. “For reminding me that having you as my lover only means that we’ll be even closer than before.”
Snuggling further into Billy’s embrace, Dom slides a foot between Billy’s legs, entwining their bodies completely.
“Not that you need to thank me, but you’re welcome,” Dom replies, his fingers trailing up and down the shallow groove of Billy’s back, “If you ever start to forget-”
“You’ll throw me down on the nearest horizontal surface and shag me until I remember?” Billy interjects teasingly, body shaking with silent amusement.
“Absolutely,” Dom affirms. “Repeatedly. With pleasure.”
Laughing warmly, Billy rests his cheek against Dom’s hair and begins rubbing Dom’s spine in slow, sensuous circles, fingertips tracing his back dimples often.
“You keep that up and I’m going to fall asleep,” Dom warns, stifling a yawn.
“I don’t mind,” Billy replies. “As long as I get to hold you.”
“Are you comfortable?” Dom asks. “Or do you want me to move?”
“Don’t you dare,” Billy replies, kissing Dom’s mussed hair and then letting his eyes drop closed. “Now go to sleep.”
Smiling against Billy’s throat, Dom closes his eyes, and does just that.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Eyes fluttering open slowly, Dom yawns and stretches before looking up to see if Billy is awake. Several long moments pass in comfortable silence, and then Dom pulls back slightly, so he can more easily look into Billy’s sleepy, sated eyes.
“What?” Billy asks softly when Dom doesn’t say anything right away.
“Did you mean what you said before?” Dom inquires. “That we’d do it again, as much-”
“Yes,” Billy interrupts, then captures Dom’s mouth in a tender kiss. “But I’m afraid that I’m going to need a bit of time between rounds. You’re one sexy bloke, but I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“Stop that,” Dom instructs firmly. “You’re not old. You’re like whiskey.”
“How’s that?” Billy asks, one eyebrow arched in question.
“You only get better with age,” Dom says simply, then grins cheekily.
Laughing, Billy tightens his hold around his lover, dipping his head and guiding their lips together. Mouth opening in wanton invitation, a soft sigh of pleasure slips past Dom’s lips as he he surrenders to Billy’s touch. Whether minutes or hours pass while the lovers lose themselves in each other, neither know, or care, for that matter.
Hands roam over bare skin in endless sensual caresses, lazily exploring, just enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up together. Rolling over in bed, Billy guides Dom’s leg over his hip, rocking back and forth as he sucks gently on Dom’s pouty lower lip, smiling when Dom whimpers. Shifting and pinning Billy to the mattress, Dom straddles Billy’s hips and sits up, settling his bare arse on Billy’s slightly furry thighs.
Head tilted to one side, eyes soft and intimate, Dom slowly trails his fingers down Billy’s neck, pausing at the hollow of his throat.
“Do you think it’ll always be this way?” he asks quietly. “The way we feel right now, I mean.”
“Yes,” Billy replies gently, his small hands finding Dom’s waist and stroking the warm, soft skin of his belly. “I think it only gets better from here.”
Smiling as his cheeks flush, Dom moves his hands over his lover, fingertips lazily teasing Billy’s nipples into stiff, rosy peaks.
“C’mere, Dommeh,” Billy rasps. “I want to kiss you.”
Acquiescing to his lover’s request, Dom covers Billy’s body with his, bringing their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. Sliding his fingers through Dom’s tousled hair, Billy worships Dom’s swollen mouth, arching his back and bringing their arousals together again. Mewling with pleasure, Dom clings to Billy, and doesn’t protest when Billy rolls them over, settling between Dom’s firm, splayed thighs.
Finally tearing his mouth away from Dom’s, Billy takes a deep breath to appease his lungs, and then his lips are fastened to Dom’s neck. Nipping, licking and sucking at the salty skin, Billy is overcome by the urge to mark Dom, to make sure everyone knows that Dom belongs to him, that they belong together.
Moaning and writhing beneath Billy, Dom drags his fingernails lightly across his lover’s back, relishing in the knowledge that Billy can’t seem to get enough of him. Feeling Billy’s mouth wander lower, Dom arches his back, offering a nipple to the searching, bow-shaped lips. When Billy’s pointy tongue laps at the rosy bud, Dom murmurs his pleasure and then gasps when Billy lightly blows over the moist skin, causing the most delicious, erotic sensations.
“Have I mentioned how much I love your body, Dommie?” Billy asks reverently, sitting back on his heels to gaze at his lover’s bare skin. “You’re so-”
The sharp ring of the phone interrupts Billy mid-sentence, shattering their intimate world.
Cursing in German, Dom reaches over to the nightstand, thankful that he doesn’t have to ask Billy to move. Scooping up the receiver as it rings again, Dom brings it to his ear while giving Billy an apologetic look.
“Hello?”
“Well, we know at least one of you is alive,” Elijah chirps, barely containing his laughter.
“What do you want, Lij?” Dom asks, breath catching when Billy leans down and begins tracing the muscles of Dom’s flat stomach with the tip of his tongue.
“Certain members of the Fellowship have become concerned, as two hobbits have barely been seen all day, and they’re demanding proof that you haven’t been captured by Saruman's army,” Elijah replies matter of factly. “They’re also requesting that you join them for dinner.”
“Right now?” Dom says with surprise, then turns his head to find the clock, swallowing a gasp when Billy’s tongue thrusts into his navel.
He’s shocked to discover that several hours have passed since he and Billy left the restaurant.
“Yes, now,” the American confirms. “So get out of bed, put some clothes on and try not to molest each other for an hour while we all have a meal together.”
“Who said we were naked?” Dom protests weakly, Billy’s breath hot and moist on his rapidly stiffening arousal.
“You sound naked,” Elijah fires back with a laugh. “I’m betting that Billy is doing very inappropriate things with his hands. Or mouth. Or both.”
Chuckling, Dom slides his fingers through Billy’s hair, guiding his chin up so their eyes can meet. Wordlessly, Dom raises his eyebrows in question, and Billy reluctantly nods in agreement. They know know they should go downstairs and be sociable. It’s only for a short while, after all.
“Give us twenty minutes to get cleaned up,” Dom says into the phone, giving Billy a lascivious look, inviting Billy to do whatever he wants, as long as it’s fast.
“Ten,” Elijah retorts. “We already know that you two are sleeping together. Just throw some clothes on and get downstairs.”
“Fifteen,” Dom counters. “Final offer.”
“Fifteen minutes. Starting now,” Elijah says, then hangs up before Dom can say another word.
Sliding the receiver into its rightful place in the cradle, Dom sinks back into the pillow, and just ask he’s about to speak, Billy’s fingers lace with his, and Dom is pulled up into a sitting position. With one hand splayed across Dom’s lean back, Billy tilts up his face with the other, then guides their mouths together for a tender, lingering kiss. When their lips part, Dom gazes up at Billy with soft eyes, a sigh slipping out.
“I guess we better get up, yeah?” Dom asks, not even trying to hide his disappointment.
“We wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting,” Billy replies.
Pressing a quick kiss to Dom’s nose, Billy moves back and slides off the bed before he’s overcome by the temptation to lose himself in Dom’s lithe, gorgeous body again. Smothering a groan at the loss of Billy’s warmth pressed so intimately to his body, Dom follows Billy out of bed and scoops his clothes up off the floor. Looking up when he hears Billy chuckle under his breath, Dom gives him an inquisitive look.
“What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“And that’s funny?” Dom asks, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“No, Dommie, but you better pop into the loo and fix your hair,” Billy explains fondly. “It’s messier than usual.”
“Oh.”
Self-consciously, Dom starts to smooth down his wild hair, only to be drawn into Billy’s arms and cuddled close.
“Don’t do that, Dommie,” Billy requests. “Don’t do anything or try to be anything, other than you. That’s who I fell in love with. Crazy hair and painted nails included.”
Grinning, his eyes sparkling with joy, Dom nods. “I promise.”
“Now get dressed before we get carried away again,” Billy instructs with a chuckle as they untangle themselves. “You’re awfully hard to resist when dressed, let alone when you’re naked.”
Raising his eyebrows mischievously, Dom holds his clothes out in front of him, and then makes a production of letting them drop to the floor with a soft thump.
“Is that so?” Dom asks with a suggestive smile as his long fingers absently slide back and forth over a rosy pink nipple.
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Leaning against the wall of the lift, Dom laces his fingers with Billy’s, smiling when Billy squeezes his hand gently and tugs Dom closer.
“Remind me to press the button for the fourth floor when we come back up,” Billy says, gazing into Dom’s soft and happy eyes.
“Why?”
“I need to go to my room,” Billy replies absently.
“Oh.” Heart sinking, Dom realizes that Billy is going to be spending the night in his own room, and not with Dom. “I guess you’re pretty tired and want to get some sleep.”
Frowning in confusion, Billy’s eyes widen a moment later as Dom’s meaning becomes clear.
“Dommie, I want to pack my stuff and bring it to your room,” Billy explains tenderly. “I have no intention of spending any more time away from you than is absolutely necessary.”
“Yeah?” Dom says hopefully, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile.
“Daftie,” Billy murmurs lovingly, pulling Dom firmly into his arms and capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Sighing against Billy’s cherubic mouth, Dom fervently returns Billy’s affection, arms wrapping around Billy and pressing their bodies together from nose to knees. Deepening the kiss, lips parting and tongues meeting hungrily, Dom shifts so Billy’s leg can press between his thighs and give both of their growing erections some much needed friction.
The new lovers are still clinging to each other when a bell chimes, signaling that they’ve arrived at the lobby of the hotel, and the lift doors slide open. So caught up in one another, Billy and Dom don’t break the kiss until they hear muffled laughter. Looking in the direction of the sound, they find Viggo and Orlando watching them, the first rolling his eyes, the other grinning widely.
“Pay up, King,” Orlando instructs smugly, holding out his hand, palm up.
Grumbling under his breath, Viggo digs into the front pocket of his trousers and then slaps a crumpled bill into Orlando’s hand.
“You hobbits couldn’t have waited two more weeks?” Viggo asks as Billy and Dom untangle themselves and smooth down rumpled clothing. “I almost had this bet won.”
Taking a moment, the two men tilt their heads as if in deep thought, turn to look at one another, and then over at Viggo.
“No,” they reply in unison.
Snuggling into Billy’s side, Dom presses a warm kiss to Billy’s cheek and then adds, “We couldn’t wait one more second.”
Before Dom can say anything else, Billy pulls their swollen mouths together again, sliding his tongue between Dom’s rosy, parted lips.
The lift doors start to close and Orlando calls out a warning, but the lover’s don’t hear him, already lost in each other again. Orlando reaches to catch the doors before they close completely, but Viggo catches his wrist, and pulls his hand away. Silently, they watch Billy and Dom disappear from sight, and then hear the lift rise to the floors above.
“But-”
“Let them go,” Viggo says softly, cutting off Orlando’s protest. “They don’t need food right now. They’re living on love.”
“So you’re not mad?” Orlando asks hesitantly.
“Best fifty quid I ever lost,” Viggo replies with a grin. “C’mon, Elfboy. I’ll buy you a drink.”
“Oh, no you don’t,” Orlando protests, attempting to pull his hand free and backing away. “I’m never drinking tequila with you again.”
“That’s not what you said this morning,” Viggo retorts, effortlessly pulling Orlando back to him and wrapping an arm around the Brit’s shoulders. Smiling enigmatically, Viggo leans in to whisper in Orlando’s ear. “When you woke up in my bed. Naked.”
“Now, I didn’t say that wouldn’t happen again,” Orlando says breathlessly, finding it difficult to concentrate with Viggo staring so intently into his eyes, causing his knees to weaken. “But Peter will kill me if I show up at the press junket tomorrow with a hangover.”
“Fair enough. Could I perhaps persuade you to sample the room service menu?” Viggo asks mildly, reaching over and pressing the button for the lift with his free hand.
“Can I order anything I want?” Orlando inquires, arching an eyebrow. “Absolutely anything?”
“Sure,” Viggo replies, his eyes darkening, strong fingertips blazing a trail down Orlando’s slender body to rest at the small of his back. “But keep one thing in mind while you’re deciding what to order.”
“What?”
“You’re going to be in my bed, and I’m going to be eating that food off your naked body,” Viggo explains before backing Orlando into the elevator and pinning him to the wall.
“Fruit plate, it is,” Orlando gasps as the lift doors close.
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fin
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The final chapter of the series. I think the rating says it all. :)
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to my beta,
frojane, for relentlessly feeding me plot bunnies until I agreed to write it.Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Okay, I give in. *waves white flag* Here’s the fifth, and FINAL installment in the Simply Delicious series. There’s a fin, and I mean it.
A/N 2: Good news! Football fic has been successfully rescued from old hard drive. Now I’m going over it with a fine tooth comb, and posting will resume on Monday. In the meantime, I offer you smut. Call it a thank you for all your support over the last few days. It’s greatly appreciated. *hugs you all*
Previous Parts: 1-Hungry | 2-Dessert | 3-Breakfast | 4-Beyond Second Breakfast
Pressing his entire length against Dom, trapping the younger man between his body and the door of the hotel room, Billy feasts on the hot, honeyed wetness of Dom’s mouth as his hands cup the sweet curve of Dom’s arse, squeezing and caressing.
“Door,” Dom pants breathlessly against Billy’s lips, long fingers clutching his shoulders, kneading gently. “Key.”
Grinning suggestively, Billy deftly slips his small hand into the front pocket of Dom’s low slung jeans, searching for the plastic card and teasing Dom’s rock hard erection at the same time. Tearing his mouth away from Billy’s, Dom rolls his hips forward hard, his hands clutching Billy’s lower back as unintelligible German tumbles from his swollen lips.
“What is that? What are you saying?” Billy asks, finally withdrawing his hand from Dom’s pocket with the key, his other hand stroking the nape of Dom’s neck, watching his pulse throb wildly.
Blue-grey eyes dark with arousal, Dom meets Billy’s gaze, his body taut, chest heaving for breath.
“Take me to bed, Billy,” he pleads shamelessly. “Please.”
“Yes, my love,” Billy agrees tenderly.
Cuddling Dom to his chest, Billy manages to open the door, hang the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the knob, close and lock the door behind them with his free hand, all while Dom’s lips and tongue eagerly explore his neck and throat.
“The maids are going to hate us,” Dom murmurs, nibbling on the fleshy lobe of Billy’s ear. “They didn’t get a chance to make up the room.”
“Uh, Dommie-”
When Billy chuckles, Dom looks over to see what’s so funny, and his eyes widen at the pristine room and tidy bed, where a jumble of tangled material had been a short while ago.
“Wow. They’re fast,” Dom comments.
“Remind me to leave them a big tip,” Billy says as his fingers stroke Dom’s heated skin and then move higher to tangle in the soft, blonde strands of Dom’s hair at the nape of his neck.
“Why?”
“I didn’t want our first time to be on dirty sheets,” Billy explains gently, kissing both of Dom’s cheeks.
“Bills,” Dom sighs as he brings their lips back together, fingers working their way down to Billy’s waist and the hem of his borrowed t-shirt.
Arms wound around one another, Dom walks backwards, tugging Billy forward until his legs are touching the end of the freshly made bed.
“Dommie,” Billy murmurs, breaking the deep, wet kiss. “Wait.”
“What?”
Eyes wide with surprise, a flash of panic races across Dom’s face. Immediately, Billy can tell that Dom is wondering if he’s changed his mind.
“It’s okay, Dommie,” Billy soothes gently. “I was just going to say that we should get whatever we need from your shaving kit in the loo before we go any further, so we don’t have to stop later.”
“Oh, right.” Releasing the breath he’s been holding and the tension in his lithe body, Dom smiles and presses a quick kiss to Billy’s cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
While Dom hurries off to the loo, Billy walks over to the window and partially draws the heavy drapes, giving the room a more intimate feeling. Softening the strong sunshine, long shadows stretch out across the carpet, the remaining light filtering through the semi-sheer curtains. When Billy turns around, he spots Dom lingering by the door of the loo, gnawing on his lower lip.
“Nervous?” Billy asks softly.
“A little,” Dom admits. “But in a good way.”
Gazing across the room at Dom, it suddenly dawns on Billy what they’re about to do. The knowledge hits him with the force of a punch to his stomach, and then waves of self-doubt are crashing over Billy, drowning him in uncertainty. Less than twenty-four hours ago, Billy hadn’t so much as kissed Dom, and since then, they’ve shared numerous sexual acts. Hand jobs, blow jobs and much more, and while they haven’t had all the way sex, there has been plenty of sexual contact none the less. Every last moment has been beyond Billy’s wildest dreams, every kiss, every caress, every sigh, more magical than the one before it.
Swallowing hard, Billy lets his eyes wander over Dom’s lean body, looking with new eyes, realizing just how young Dom is. He’s got his whole life ahead of him, and here Billy is, eight years older than him, not as fit as he used to be, and definitely not carefree. Dom could have anyone he wants, so why Billy? Why an old Scot like himself? They jumped into this without a thought to the consequences. Specifically, what if Billy is pushing Dom into something that he’s not ready for? He’s got so much going for him, so much he wants to experience, why would he want to give that up?
Also, what happens if Billy doesn’t live up to Dom’s expectations as a lover? Could their friendship survive that? Could they go back to being best mates and forget that these twenty-four incredible hours ever existed? Ever since Dom pinned him to the wall last night, Billy’s been leading with his tongue and hips, but now his head, the one above his waist, has taken control once again. Fear is overwhelming everything.
“Bills?” Dom says softly, breaking into Billy’s troubled thoughts.
“What?”
“Breathe.”
Pulling oxygen deep into his lungs, Billy’s cheeks flush as he shudders visibly and then meets Dom’s gaze.
“Did you just change your mind?” Dom asks quietly, unable to hide the disappointment in his expressive eyes.
“I- I just-” Breaking off and biting down on his lower lip, Billy takes a calming breath and straightens his shoulders.
“I don’t want to do this if you’re not sure that this is what you really want,” Billy begins. “If-”
“Of course it’s what I want,” Dom replies, taking several steps forward, bringing them closer. “More than anything.”
“What happens if I can’t keep up, or don’t meet your expectations?” Billy continues, worry furrowing his brow. “Sexually, I mean.”
“Are you bloody well kidding me?” Dom asks incredulously as he moves forward again. “Do you not remember last night? Touching each other? Holding each other? Waking up together, between those sheets?” he adds, pointing at the bed where so much has been intimately shared. “Being with you has been amazing, Bills. The most incredible day of my life.”
“But I’m not twenty-five years old, Dommie,” Billy protests heatedly. “What if-”
“Bills, I’m not expecting swinging from the chandelier or four hour marathon sex, followed by an orgasm that belongs in the Guinness Book of World Records,” Dom interrupts, eyes serious as he holds Billy’s gaze.
“You’re not?”
Smiling endearingly at Billy, aching to take away the weight on his shoulders, Dom shakes his head and then points up at the ceiling.
“See? No chandelier.”
Having to laugh, albeit briefly, at Dom’s cheekiness, Billy’s brow furrows again.
“You know what I mean, Dommie.”
“Yes, I do,” Dom confirms. “But I think you’re confused.”
“About what?” Billy asks, arching an eyebrow.
“I don’t just want to have sex with you,” Dom explains tenderly, closing the remaining distance between them and sliding his free hand into one of Billy’s trembling ones, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I want to share my body with you, in the most intimate way possible. You need to understand that this is about connecting with you on a physical, emotional and spiritual level. Don’t you see that I want you to touch every part of me, and that I want to touch every part of you?”
Stunned at the expression on Dom’s face as he utters the heartfelt words, Billy can barely catch his breath.
“I’m not going into this lightly, Bills,” Dom continues, head tilting slightly to one side, their eyes locked. “I wouldn’t risk the most important relationship of my life for a roll in the sheets. Absolutely nothing about what we’ve done so far is what I would consider casual.”
Billy’s eyes cloud with distress. “I never meant to suggest-”
“I know,” Dom interrupts gently. “I just wanted you to be aware what I’m thinking, but if you’ve changed your mind, and want to wait, then that’s what we’ll do. Okay?”
“I don’t deserve you,” Billy says unsteadily after a long, quiet moment.
“That’s funny. I was going to say the same thing about you,” Dom replies with a small smile.
“I love you so much, Dommie,” Billy adds tenderly, cupping his lover’s cheek. “I couldn’t bear it if I lost you.”
“Oh, Bills. You’ll never lose me,” Dom vows as he snuggles into Billy, bringing their bodies together firmly. “Never.”
“I don’t want to wait,” Billy murmurs, nuzzling his nose into Dom’s cheek. “I want to be with you.”
“Good. And I love you, too.”
Catching an odd look in Dom’s eyes, Billy slides an arm around Dom’s slender waist to hold him close.
“Will you tell me what you’re thinking about?” he requests.
“I, uh, I don’t have any protection with me,” Dom confesses in a low voice, his eyes downcast as he shows Billy the bottle of lubricant clutched in his other hand. “It’s just been so long since- Because once I knew how I felt about you, I didn’t want to, with anyone else.”
“You’re clean, aren’t you, Dommie?” Billy interrupts gently, pressing a feathery kiss to Dom’s neck, just below his ear. “You’ve been tested?”
“Of course,” Dom replies quickly, looking deep into Billy’s eyes. “And I’ve always been safe. Always. I promise.”
“Well, I’m clean, too,” Billy says, releasing Dom’s hand and cupping his cheek. “So-”
“So . . . bare?” Dom asks breathlessly, blue-grey eyes dark with passion and heat.
“If you’re comfortable with that,” Billy replies with an intimate smile. “If not, I can run to the chemist shop downstairs. I’m sure they would have something.”
“Bare,” Dom whispers hoarsely. “Please? I want to feel you, Bills. All of you.”
“So do I, Dommie,” Billy murmurs, fervently, a shiver sliding through his limbs. “So do I.”
Tossing the bottle of lubricant a short distance so it lands on the bed, Dom sinks into Billy’s embrace, their swollen mouths meeting in hungry, passionate, wet kisses. Billy feels Dom’s hands at his waist, and their lips part just long enough for Billy’s t-shirt to be pulled over his head and dropped to the floor, immediately forgotten. Desperate for more of their bodies to touch, Dom grips handfuls of cloth at his waist and starts to tug insistently, only to have Billy’s small hands close over his.
“Slowly, Dommie.”
“Want you,” Dom nearly whimpers. “Want to feel you against me. Touch you.”
“You will, I promise,” Billy replies soothingly. “But this is our first time, and I don’t want to rush it. I want to unwrap you like the precious gift that you are to me. Please?”
Touched beyond words at Billy’s request, Dom nods wordlessly and lets go of his t-shirt. Eyes locked, Dom trails his long, elegant fingers up Billy’s bare shoulders, letting Billy guide their bodies closer, sighing with pleasure when Billy presses a line of feathery kisses to his throat.
“You’re so pretty, Dommie,” Billy murmurs between kisses, breath hot on Dom’s aroused skin. “And you fit so perfectly in my arms.”
“Billy?” Dom asks hoarsely, unable to control the trembling in his limbs as Billy’s kisses effortlessly strip away his control.
“What love?”
“Bed,” Dom whispers. “Before I can’t stand up anymore.”
Smiling, Billy slowly nods and then leads the way over to the side of the mattress. Lapping gently at the hollow of Dom’s throat, Billy opens the button and fly of Dom’s jeans, fingers tenderly caressing the newly exposed skin.
“Billy,” Dom whimpers, rolling his hips forward. “Don’t tease.”
“Sorry.”
Sliding his hands under Dom’s t-shirt, Billy pets the warm, firm muscles of Dom’s stomach, sliding higher and higher until his fingertips are stroking and teasing Dom’s nipples into stiff peaks. Moaning at the sensation, Dom lets his head fall back, offering his throat as his hands clutch at Billy’s bare shoulders.
Gently sliding Dom’s shirt up his chest, Billy ducks his head to take one of Dom’s nipples into his hot, wet mouth, suckling the rosy peak ravenously and holding Dom’s hips firmly as his knees buckle. Listening to Dom’s wanton moans of pleasure for long moments, Billy finally stands up straight long enough to ease Dom’s t-shirt over his head, and then Dom is sinking into his embrace, trembling violently from the erotic sensations that Billy is lavishing on him.
Hands sliding down Dom’s ribcage to his slender waist, Billy slips his pointy tongue into Dom’s mouth as he nudges at the denim clinging to Dom’s hips with his fingers, causing the material to fall and puddle at Dom’s feet. A moment later, Dom is kicking the blue jeans, along with his socks and shoes to the side, and then he is completely bare and exposed to Billy’s gaze. Eagerly drinking in the intoxicating vision of his naked lover, Billy feels his trousers pull tight, his arousal throbbing with need as his eyes darken.
Guiding their lips together for a soft, prolonged kiss, Dom relishes in the sensation of Billy’s warm hands roaming endlessly over his bare skin, caressing and exploring. Billy was right, he realizes. This is an exquisite gift they are sharing, one that Billy is uncovering as slowly as he can manage, to draw out the immense pleasure for as long as possible. Whimpering when their mouths part, Dom then sighs when Billy’s tongue laps gently at his pulse point while his hand slides down Dom’s chest to his sensitive navel. Thrusting his hips against Billy’s, Dom feels his lover fumble with his belt, and then he quickly lends a hand, opening Billy’s trousers to free his arousal from the restrictive confines.
Sliding his arms around Billy’s trim waist, Dom pets and strokes his lower back, slowly pushing Billy’s trousers down as they continue to kiss, until finally, the material falls, and the lovers are both naked. Breaking the passionate kiss and nuzzling his nose into Billy’s neck, Dom leans back, silently asking Billy to stretch out on the large, soft, comfortable bed, and after tenderly kissing Dom’s cheek, Billy complies.
Laying back and shifting on the clean sheets until he’s comfortable, Dom parts his knees wide before tugging Billy closer, inviting him into the circle of his arms. Eyes smoldering with passion, Billy sinks into Dom’s embrace, bringing their bodies together completely, hard arousals trapped between their quivering bellies. Suddenly realizing that Dom is trembling, Billy cups his cheek and looks deep into Dom’s eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Dom replies softly, nuzzling into Billy’s touch. “Everything is perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
“You’re perfect.”
Smiling, Billy dips his head, and then their mouths are meeting in a tender kiss. Supporting some of his weight on his elbows, Billy strokes Dom’s neck and shoulders as their lips meet and part in slow, languid, sensuous kisses, tongues tangling sweetly as they lazily explore each others mouths.
“I love the way you taste, Dommie,” Billy murmurs between kisses, smiling when Dom blushes.
Moving in an unhurried pace, Billy trails kisses over Dom’s cheeks, neck shoulders and chest, returning to his swollen lips often, letting Dom’s sighs of pleasure guide him.
“More,” Dom pants softly. “Right there.”
Feeling Dom’s long fingers card through his ginger hair, Billy laps teasingly at the taut muscles of Dom’s stomach before sliding the tip of his pointy tongue into Dom’s sensitive belly button.
“Bills-”
Writhing wantonly beneath Billy, Dom arches his back, craving more of Billy’s touch as breathless pleas push past his lips. Wanting to pleasure Dom more, Billy opens the bottle of lubricant blindly, feasting on the sight of Dom, reduced to a jumble of sprawled limbs, the passion overwhelming him, and touched beyond words at the trust Dom has so willingly given him, Billy coasts two of his fingers and slowly slides them between Dom’s cheeks. Looking up so their eyes can meet and lock, Billy gently strokes Dom’s entrance, tenderly loosening the tight ring of muscle while his other hand pets Dom’s belly soothingly.
“Tell me if-”
“Doesn’t hurt,” Dom moans. “Oh God, it feels incredible.”
Wanting Billy closer, Dom pulls at Billy’s shoulders until their lips can meet again in hungry, passionate kisses, and then Dom’s long legs are wrapping around Billy’s hips, urging him on. Drawing Dom’s pouty lower lip into his mouth, Billy sucks gently, warm breath caressing his cheek as one finger presses inside Dom, eliciting a breathless whimper of pleasure. Eagerly rocking his hips in a unsteady rhythm, Dom reaches between their bodies, guiding a second finger of Billy’s into his entrance as their tongues dance, deeply and wetly. Breaking the kiss and gazing into Dom’s smoldering eyes, Billy scissors his fingers back and forth, stretching his lover and then adding a third finger at Dom’s breathless urging.
Spiraling out of control at a rapid pace, Dom bucks and thrusts his hips wantonly, immense pleasure making him almost incoherent.
“Bills,” Dom gasps, gripping Billy’s hips tightly. “Make love to me. Please,” he begs.
“Yes, Dommeh,” Billy replies in a low, raspy voice. “Soon.”
“Now,” Dom replies, eyes drunk with arousal. “Need you inside me, Bills. Want you so much.”
Acquiescing to his lover’s request, Billy nods and withdraws his fingers, pouring more lubricant into his palm and then slicking his rock hard, leaking erection. Cupping Billy’s face in his hands, Dom kisses him long and deep before parting his thighs as wide as he can, welcoming Billy into his most intimate embrace.
“I’m ready, Bills. Please,” Dom says softly and tenderly. “Touch me.”
With their eyes locked, Billy positions himself and then rocks his hips forward, breaching Dom as gently as possible, his breath catching as the hot, velvet clench of Dom’s body pulls him in further.
“Billy,” Dom sighs, his chest heaving.
Shaking from the intense pleasure of Billy inside him, filling him so exquisitely, Dom slides his hands down to Billy’s hips, guiding him in further, until Billy is buried to the hilt, both panting at the erotic sensations. Gasping at the intense stretch, Dom tries to speak, but can’t, his lower lip trembling as Billy gazes at him with love and tenderness.
Staying perfectly still, Billy waits for Dom to adjust to his size, and once Dom nods slightly, indicating that he’s ready, Billy makes a few gentle, exploratory thrusts.
“That okay, Dommeh?” Billy asks softly, limbs shaking at the sensation of being completely sheathed in his lover.
Moaning loudly in response, Dom slides his legs higher to wrap around Billy’s waist, rocking his hips, urging Billy to move as passion overwhelms him.
“Kiss me,” Dom whimpers longingly. “Touch me, wherever you want. Anywhere, Bills.”
Bringing their swollen mouths together in hot, breathless kisses, Billy pumps his hips, slowly at first, then faster and deeper when Dom begs profusely.
“Don’t stop,” Dom gasps wantonly. “Harder, Billy. Feels so good.”
Buried inside Dom, Billy can’t control the trembling in his limbs, desire tearing away everything but Dom and their exquisite lovemaking. Withdrawing almost completely, Billy then slides forward again, stretching Dom to the limit, muffling Dom’s cries of passion with long, tongue tangling kisses. Arms wound around Billy to keep him close, Dom breaks the kiss to throw back his head, offering Billy his throat, almost sobbing in ecstasy.
Sliding a hand under Dom’s hip and adjusting the angle, Billy thrust his hips forward, strong and deep, crying out when Dom’s long fingers clutch tightly at his back. Pulling back and then thrusting deep again, Billy watches Dom buck and writhe wildly from the immense pleasure.
“Right there,” Dom almost wails as Billy repeatedly slides his hard arousal over the sweet spot inside him, driving them both to the brink of orgasm at tremendous speed.
Bracing a hand against the headboard, Dom pushes down firmly, ensuring that their aroused bodies slam together passionately, causing both of them to cry out loudly at the shared intimacy. Releasing Dom’s hip, Billy wraps his fingers around Dom’s leaking erection and begins pumping it in time to his deep thrusts, their lips meeting and parting in greedy, wet, loving kisses.
Limbs shaking with the emotions and sensations rushing through him, Dom feels his control start to crack, and he whimpers in distress.
“It’s okay, Dommeh,” Billy soothes, his voice ragged. “We’ll do it again. As many time as we want.”
“Feels so good,” Dom moans breathlessly. “Don’t want it to end.”
“I want to feel you let go, love,” Billy pants. “I want to feel you all around me.” Dipping his head, Billy gently nips at Dom’s damp neck and laps at the resulting red mark. “Come for me, Dommeh. Come.”
Wrapping both of his long arms around his lover’s thrusting body, Dom holds on until Billy has slammed into him, once, twice, three times, and then his control shatters, and he’s spinning out into the heavens, sobbing in ecstasy. A few moments after his belly is slicked with Dom’s release, Billy lets go, filling Dom with his intimate warmth, and then they are sinking into one another, completely spent.
Trembling violently from the force of his powerful orgasm, Dom buries his face in Billy’s damp neck and laces his fingers together across Billy’s back to ensure that their bodies remain intimately locked. Listening to his pounding heart as it slowly begins to return to normal, Billy inhales deeply, drawing the scent of their lovemaking into his lungs, searing it into his mind. Pressing a tender kiss to Dom’s glistening shoulder, Billy shifts, moving his weight to his elbows before rubbing his nose against Dom’s, eliciting a warm chuckle. Eyes half lidded and drowsy with contentment, Dom wordlessly tips his head to one side, and then their lips are meeting in a slow, languid kiss.
“That,” Dom murmurs when their mouths part, “was perfect.”
“The kiss?” Billy teases softly.
“Everything,” Dom replies before lifting his head to place another lazy kiss to Billy’s cheek. “It was better than-”
“Than what?” Billy prompts when Dom pauses abruptly.
“My fantasies,” Dom admits with a faint blush. “Everything with you is better, because nothing compares to the real thing.”
“I feel the same way, Dommie,” Billy says gently as his fingers smooth Dom’s tousled hair off his damp forehead.
“I love you,” Dom adds, a smile turning up the corners of his crooked mouth. “Every last inch of you.”
“Especially these inches,” Billy teases as he rocks his hips forward, sliding over Dom’s sweet spot.
Gasping at the sensation, Dom threads his fingers through Billy’s hair and drags their mouths together for a long, wet, dizzying kiss, not letting go until his lungs scream for oxygen. Panting breathlessly, Billy gazes deeply into Dom’s eyes before kissing the tip of his squashed up nose.
“I love you, too,” Billy says in a low, intimate voice. “Every last inch.”
Afraid that he’s crushing Dom, Billy carefully withdraws, settling quickly on the mattress and protectively cuddling his lover close, snug in his arms.
“So, did you like it?” Dom asks tentatively, his breath warm against Billy’s throat. “Was it like you hoped?”
“It was better,” Billy sighs. “Absolutely amazing.”
“Nothing to worry about, yeah?” Dom prompts. “Just like I told you.”
“You were right, Dommie,” Billy agrees. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being my best mate,” Billy replies. “For reminding me that having you as my lover only means that we’ll be even closer than before.”
Snuggling further into Billy’s embrace, Dom slides a foot between Billy’s legs, entwining their bodies completely.
“Not that you need to thank me, but you’re welcome,” Dom replies, his fingers trailing up and down the shallow groove of Billy’s back, “If you ever start to forget-”
“You’ll throw me down on the nearest horizontal surface and shag me until I remember?” Billy interjects teasingly, body shaking with silent amusement.
“Absolutely,” Dom affirms. “Repeatedly. With pleasure.”
Laughing warmly, Billy rests his cheek against Dom’s hair and begins rubbing Dom’s spine in slow, sensuous circles, fingertips tracing his back dimples often.
“You keep that up and I’m going to fall asleep,” Dom warns, stifling a yawn.
“I don’t mind,” Billy replies. “As long as I get to hold you.”
“Are you comfortable?” Dom asks. “Or do you want me to move?”
“Don’t you dare,” Billy replies, kissing Dom’s mussed hair and then letting his eyes drop closed. “Now go to sleep.”
Smiling against Billy’s throat, Dom closes his eyes, and does just that.
Eyes fluttering open slowly, Dom yawns and stretches before looking up to see if Billy is awake. Several long moments pass in comfortable silence, and then Dom pulls back slightly, so he can more easily look into Billy’s sleepy, sated eyes.
“What?” Billy asks softly when Dom doesn’t say anything right away.
“Did you mean what you said before?” Dom inquires. “That we’d do it again, as much-”
“Yes,” Billy interrupts, then captures Dom’s mouth in a tender kiss. “But I’m afraid that I’m going to need a bit of time between rounds. You’re one sexy bloke, but I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“Stop that,” Dom instructs firmly. “You’re not old. You’re like whiskey.”
“How’s that?” Billy asks, one eyebrow arched in question.
“You only get better with age,” Dom says simply, then grins cheekily.
Laughing, Billy tightens his hold around his lover, dipping his head and guiding their lips together. Mouth opening in wanton invitation, a soft sigh of pleasure slips past Dom’s lips as he he surrenders to Billy’s touch. Whether minutes or hours pass while the lovers lose themselves in each other, neither know, or care, for that matter.
Hands roam over bare skin in endless sensual caresses, lazily exploring, just enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up together. Rolling over in bed, Billy guides Dom’s leg over his hip, rocking back and forth as he sucks gently on Dom’s pouty lower lip, smiling when Dom whimpers. Shifting and pinning Billy to the mattress, Dom straddles Billy’s hips and sits up, settling his bare arse on Billy’s slightly furry thighs.
Head tilted to one side, eyes soft and intimate, Dom slowly trails his fingers down Billy’s neck, pausing at the hollow of his throat.
“Do you think it’ll always be this way?” he asks quietly. “The way we feel right now, I mean.”
“Yes,” Billy replies gently, his small hands finding Dom’s waist and stroking the warm, soft skin of his belly. “I think it only gets better from here.”
Smiling as his cheeks flush, Dom moves his hands over his lover, fingertips lazily teasing Billy’s nipples into stiff, rosy peaks.
“C’mere, Dommeh,” Billy rasps. “I want to kiss you.”
Acquiescing to his lover’s request, Dom covers Billy’s body with his, bringing their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. Sliding his fingers through Dom’s tousled hair, Billy worships Dom’s swollen mouth, arching his back and bringing their arousals together again. Mewling with pleasure, Dom clings to Billy, and doesn’t protest when Billy rolls them over, settling between Dom’s firm, splayed thighs.
Finally tearing his mouth away from Dom’s, Billy takes a deep breath to appease his lungs, and then his lips are fastened to Dom’s neck. Nipping, licking and sucking at the salty skin, Billy is overcome by the urge to mark Dom, to make sure everyone knows that Dom belongs to him, that they belong together.
Moaning and writhing beneath Billy, Dom drags his fingernails lightly across his lover’s back, relishing in the knowledge that Billy can’t seem to get enough of him. Feeling Billy’s mouth wander lower, Dom arches his back, offering a nipple to the searching, bow-shaped lips. When Billy’s pointy tongue laps at the rosy bud, Dom murmurs his pleasure and then gasps when Billy lightly blows over the moist skin, causing the most delicious, erotic sensations.
“Have I mentioned how much I love your body, Dommie?” Billy asks reverently, sitting back on his heels to gaze at his lover’s bare skin. “You’re so-”
The sharp ring of the phone interrupts Billy mid-sentence, shattering their intimate world.
Cursing in German, Dom reaches over to the nightstand, thankful that he doesn’t have to ask Billy to move. Scooping up the receiver as it rings again, Dom brings it to his ear while giving Billy an apologetic look.
“Hello?”
“Well, we know at least one of you is alive,” Elijah chirps, barely containing his laughter.
“What do you want, Lij?” Dom asks, breath catching when Billy leans down and begins tracing the muscles of Dom’s flat stomach with the tip of his tongue.
“Certain members of the Fellowship have become concerned, as two hobbits have barely been seen all day, and they’re demanding proof that you haven’t been captured by Saruman's army,” Elijah replies matter of factly. “They’re also requesting that you join them for dinner.”
“Right now?” Dom says with surprise, then turns his head to find the clock, swallowing a gasp when Billy’s tongue thrusts into his navel.
He’s shocked to discover that several hours have passed since he and Billy left the restaurant.
“Yes, now,” the American confirms. “So get out of bed, put some clothes on and try not to molest each other for an hour while we all have a meal together.”
“Who said we were naked?” Dom protests weakly, Billy’s breath hot and moist on his rapidly stiffening arousal.
“You sound naked,” Elijah fires back with a laugh. “I’m betting that Billy is doing very inappropriate things with his hands. Or mouth. Or both.”
Chuckling, Dom slides his fingers through Billy’s hair, guiding his chin up so their eyes can meet. Wordlessly, Dom raises his eyebrows in question, and Billy reluctantly nods in agreement. They know know they should go downstairs and be sociable. It’s only for a short while, after all.
“Give us twenty minutes to get cleaned up,” Dom says into the phone, giving Billy a lascivious look, inviting Billy to do whatever he wants, as long as it’s fast.
“Ten,” Elijah retorts. “We already know that you two are sleeping together. Just throw some clothes on and get downstairs.”
“Fifteen,” Dom counters. “Final offer.”
“Fifteen minutes. Starting now,” Elijah says, then hangs up before Dom can say another word.
Sliding the receiver into its rightful place in the cradle, Dom sinks back into the pillow, and just ask he’s about to speak, Billy’s fingers lace with his, and Dom is pulled up into a sitting position. With one hand splayed across Dom’s lean back, Billy tilts up his face with the other, then guides their mouths together for a tender, lingering kiss. When their lips part, Dom gazes up at Billy with soft eyes, a sigh slipping out.
“I guess we better get up, yeah?” Dom asks, not even trying to hide his disappointment.
“We wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting,” Billy replies.
Pressing a quick kiss to Dom’s nose, Billy moves back and slides off the bed before he’s overcome by the temptation to lose himself in Dom’s lithe, gorgeous body again. Smothering a groan at the loss of Billy’s warmth pressed so intimately to his body, Dom follows Billy out of bed and scoops his clothes up off the floor. Looking up when he hears Billy chuckle under his breath, Dom gives him an inquisitive look.
“What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“And that’s funny?” Dom asks, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“No, Dommie, but you better pop into the loo and fix your hair,” Billy explains fondly. “It’s messier than usual.”
“Oh.”
Self-consciously, Dom starts to smooth down his wild hair, only to be drawn into Billy’s arms and cuddled close.
“Don’t do that, Dommie,” Billy requests. “Don’t do anything or try to be anything, other than you. That’s who I fell in love with. Crazy hair and painted nails included.”
Grinning, his eyes sparkling with joy, Dom nods. “I promise.”
“Now get dressed before we get carried away again,” Billy instructs with a chuckle as they untangle themselves. “You’re awfully hard to resist when dressed, let alone when you’re naked.”
Raising his eyebrows mischievously, Dom holds his clothes out in front of him, and then makes a production of letting them drop to the floor with a soft thump.
“Is that so?” Dom asks with a suggestive smile as his long fingers absently slide back and forth over a rosy pink nipple.
Leaning against the wall of the lift, Dom laces his fingers with Billy’s, smiling when Billy squeezes his hand gently and tugs Dom closer.
“Remind me to press the button for the fourth floor when we come back up,” Billy says, gazing into Dom’s soft and happy eyes.
“Why?”
“I need to go to my room,” Billy replies absently.
“Oh.” Heart sinking, Dom realizes that Billy is going to be spending the night in his own room, and not with Dom. “I guess you’re pretty tired and want to get some sleep.”
Frowning in confusion, Billy’s eyes widen a moment later as Dom’s meaning becomes clear.
“Dommie, I want to pack my stuff and bring it to your room,” Billy explains tenderly. “I have no intention of spending any more time away from you than is absolutely necessary.”
“Yeah?” Dom says hopefully, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile.
“Daftie,” Billy murmurs lovingly, pulling Dom firmly into his arms and capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Sighing against Billy’s cherubic mouth, Dom fervently returns Billy’s affection, arms wrapping around Billy and pressing their bodies together from nose to knees. Deepening the kiss, lips parting and tongues meeting hungrily, Dom shifts so Billy’s leg can press between his thighs and give both of their growing erections some much needed friction.
The new lovers are still clinging to each other when a bell chimes, signaling that they’ve arrived at the lobby of the hotel, and the lift doors slide open. So caught up in one another, Billy and Dom don’t break the kiss until they hear muffled laughter. Looking in the direction of the sound, they find Viggo and Orlando watching them, the first rolling his eyes, the other grinning widely.
“Pay up, King,” Orlando instructs smugly, holding out his hand, palm up.
Grumbling under his breath, Viggo digs into the front pocket of his trousers and then slaps a crumpled bill into Orlando’s hand.
“You hobbits couldn’t have waited two more weeks?” Viggo asks as Billy and Dom untangle themselves and smooth down rumpled clothing. “I almost had this bet won.”
Taking a moment, the two men tilt their heads as if in deep thought, turn to look at one another, and then over at Viggo.
“No,” they reply in unison.
Snuggling into Billy’s side, Dom presses a warm kiss to Billy’s cheek and then adds, “We couldn’t wait one more second.”
Before Dom can say anything else, Billy pulls their swollen mouths together again, sliding his tongue between Dom’s rosy, parted lips.
The lift doors start to close and Orlando calls out a warning, but the lover’s don’t hear him, already lost in each other again. Orlando reaches to catch the doors before they close completely, but Viggo catches his wrist, and pulls his hand away. Silently, they watch Billy and Dom disappear from sight, and then hear the lift rise to the floors above.
“But-”
“Let them go,” Viggo says softly, cutting off Orlando’s protest. “They don’t need food right now. They’re living on love.”
“So you’re not mad?” Orlando asks hesitantly.
“Best fifty quid I ever lost,” Viggo replies with a grin. “C’mon, Elfboy. I’ll buy you a drink.”
“Oh, no you don’t,” Orlando protests, attempting to pull his hand free and backing away. “I’m never drinking tequila with you again.”
“That’s not what you said this morning,” Viggo retorts, effortlessly pulling Orlando back to him and wrapping an arm around the Brit’s shoulders. Smiling enigmatically, Viggo leans in to whisper in Orlando’s ear. “When you woke up in my bed. Naked.”
“Now, I didn’t say that wouldn’t happen again,” Orlando says breathlessly, finding it difficult to concentrate with Viggo staring so intently into his eyes, causing his knees to weaken. “But Peter will kill me if I show up at the press junket tomorrow with a hangover.”
“Fair enough. Could I perhaps persuade you to sample the room service menu?” Viggo asks mildly, reaching over and pressing the button for the lift with his free hand.
“Can I order anything I want?” Orlando inquires, arching an eyebrow. “Absolutely anything?”
“Sure,” Viggo replies, his eyes darkening, strong fingertips blazing a trail down Orlando’s slender body to rest at the small of his back. “But keep one thing in mind while you’re deciding what to order.”
“What?”
“You’re going to be in my bed, and I’m going to be eating that food off your naked body,” Viggo explains before backing Orlando into the elevator and pinning him to the wall.
“Fruit plate, it is,” Orlando gasps as the lift doors close.
fin
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Why thank you! So glad you enjoyed.
I'm working hard on Football and am looking forward to posting it again.
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Thank you very much.
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There’s a fin, and I mean it.
hee hee hee. my daughter (who's eating breakfast in the other room) just asked me why i'm chuckling my 'evil' chuckle. i asked if i really have an 'evil' chuckle, and she just looked at me, rolled her eyes (the only way 10 yr olds can do) and gave a little sigh and said, 'ok, don't tell me'.
**short break, do you know how hard it is to just get up and walk away from one of your stories??? gah! but now i get to finish**
“But this is our first time, and I don’t want to rush it. I want to unwrap you like the precious gift that you are to me. Please?”
hmmm. "precious gift". that nicely describes this whole series. it's also delightful that we've seen Dom and Billy become intimate as two people can be. I loved Dom's description that it wasn't sex, I want to share my body with you, in the most intimate way possible. wowzer.
that little teaser you tossed us at the end, with Viggo and Orli was a cute little twist. :wink:
um. I couldn't help but noticed you didn't have the opportunity to show Dom and Billy in a reversed scenario, where Billy is the one breached. That's ok. We'll wait. *snicker*
fin... bwahahahah. fin my foot!
kerry =)
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Your daughter cracks me up. Hee! Very glad that you enjoyed. I fretted over it, trying to get it just right. Dommie's such a romantic, isn't he? And I had fun with ELijah, Orli and Viggo.
Fin. I mean it.
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The bit with Orli and Viggo at the end was the icing on the cake!
The whole thing was 100% perfect!
Also I'm very glad to hear that Fatherhood, Football, and Other Contact Sports will be back on monday! YAY! *Dances* I've missed it! But this was just what I needed to fill the gap!
Perfect!
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Believe me, I've missed Football as well. OMG, have I missed it. I'm looking forward to getting back onto a schedule Monday.
Thank you so much for your kind words.
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Thanks so much, sweetie. *hugs you*
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Buried inside Dom, Billy can’t control the trembling in his limbs, desire tearing away everything but Dom and their exquisite lovemaking. Withdrawing almost completely, Billy then slides forward again, stretching Dom to the limit, muffling Dom’s cries of passion with long, tongue tangling kisses. Arms wound around Billy to keep him close, Dom breaks the kiss to throw back his head, offering Billy his throat, almost sobbing in ecstasy.
Sliding a hand under Dom’s hip and adjusting the angle, Billy thrust his hips forward, strong and deep, crying out when Dom’s long fingers clutch tightly at his back. Pulling back and then thrusting deep again, Billy watches Dom buck and writhe wildly from the immense pleasure.
and about four or five paragraphs before and after it, but if i put them all down here, i'd need three or four comments. *lol* this is just the epitome of love, darling. tender and sweet and passionate and hot as hell. so well done! :D
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I'm a tomato. With hair.
And thank you again. I really tried to make it as loving and tender - and hot - as I could. It wasn't going to be just a quick shag, you know?
So glad you loved. :)
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The whole fic was just....mmmmmmmmmmm......
OMG SO MUCH LOVE
*waits with bated breath for Monday* :D
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Yes, Monday. Wheeeeee!
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you are so brilliant!
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Brilliant? Me? I don't know about that, but thank you. *blushes*
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Fatastic story &hearts
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Now I know I will have happy, porny dreams.
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This series was the epitome of... *searches* guh. Because the porn was so hot (I've never read hotter food porn, actually), but the relationship was so beautiful. You have a great gift. I enjoy your writing so much. Big ditto to everything everyone said up there^^^.
Monahood and Footboyd (erm, please ignore that, I'm a bit tired and a bit weird, lol!) on Monday? yay!
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Thank you so much. *blushes* I'm flattered that you've enjoyed my writing. It's something very dear to me, so to know that it's received so well is touching.
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So glad you enjoyed. *blushes*
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Happy that you enjoyed.
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Thanks so much. Happy that you enjoyed. :)
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This was oh so hot, and so loving.
And the others were priceless, once again. Orli's “Pay up, King” made me giggle, and I will keep asking myself for a while how exactly you sound naked :)
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So happy to know that you got a chance to read this. And yay! You liked it! I love them all snuggly and cuddly. And Orli? Heee! I've discovered a love for him that I didn't have before.
Thanks very much, honey. :)
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Awwww, thank you so much! I love that this stand alone became a short series. It turned out better than I'd hoped. So pleased that you enjoyed.
And I love feedback on older posts. Seriously.
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This series is so amazing. I rec'd it immediately in my journal. So amazing. Completely romantic, wonderfully written. I adore the bond you showed them having. And all the conflict that each of them was having.
LoL I also started watching you.. because well I don't want to miss anything you write.. I'm insane, if it starts to scare you let me know and I'll try to tone it down.
Alright, I'll stop now lol.
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Watching my journal isn't the best place to see when I've written something, because I post everything @ Monaboyd. If you think you might've missed something, you may want to check out my Master List (http://dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com/32406.html) of fic. Look forward to reading your comments in the future. :)