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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd May. 11th, 2006 07:30 am)Title: Fatherhood, Football, and Other Contact Sports - 9/16
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R, I think.
Summary: A special day has an unexpected ending, and Dom discovers the magic touch.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks tofrojane, for the beta. Credit for the banner goes to the very talented loki_girl. Thank you so much.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: So this is a very naughty chapter. *giggle* Seriously. No, I really mean it! Don’t believe me? Go read!
Previous Parts: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8
Chapter 9 - Loss of Control
Waving goodbye to Cameron as he and Billy head for the car park, now that practice is over, Dom turns and walks slowly towards the locker room, aching to take a long, hot shower. As per their usual routine, Billy will come over after dinner and give Dom his daily massage, but until then, he’s on his own.
Kicking off his football shoes and stripping away his damp, sweaty clothes before stepping into the shower, Dom braces his hands on the tile wall in front of him, letting the nearly scalding water flow over his shoulders and sluice down his lean frame. Head lowered and eyes closed, Dom loses himself in a familiar memory, adjusting it to a fantasy, where a cracked rib doesn’t interrupt a hot, wet, passionate snog, or the incredible, wild and intense sex on Billy’s kitchen table that follows. One by one, Dom’s teammates finish their showers and twist off the taps, until finally, he’s the last to leave.
Shaking the water from his sun streaked blonde hair, Dom wraps a towel around his narrow waist and limps over to his locker, grinning with amusement as he slips his watch onto his wrist. Automatically, he’s calculated how many minutes until Billy will be coming over for his daily massage, as Billy’s turned up at the same time, five days a week, six on match weekends, for the last two months. Smiling to himself, Dom dries his body quickly and then gets dressed, thankful for the quiet. He was hoping everyone on the team would forget what today is, and it looks like they have. Or David finally accepted that Dom didn’t want a party and took care of it. Whatever the reason, Dom is immensely grateful.
It’s only when Dom is walking out to his Porsche in the car park that he realizes he was mistaken in his assumption about being the last one to leave Murraypark. Long legs crossed at the ankles, arms entwined over his chest, David is leaning against Dom’s highly polished sports car, grinning as Dom approaches.
“I was starting to wonder if you drowned or something,” David says, his warm breath creating clouds of vapor in the cool air. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”
“David, I just want to go home.”
“Too bad,” David replies sharply. “You may be able to get out of a damn party, my friend, but I’ve been buying you a pint every year on this day since we met. After seven years, you’re not going to break tradition, are you?”
“Alright,” Dom agrees with a sigh. “One pint.”
“And you can tell me what’s going on with you and the doctor,” David adds cheerfully, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Rolling his eyes in dramatic fashion, Dom shakes his head as he nudges David out of the way with his shoulder so he can open the passenger door of the car. Tossing his duffle bag onto the leather seat, Dom slams the door closed and looks up at David.
“I’ll follow you,” Dom says before walking around the car and sliding behind the wheel.
Settling in the driver’s seat of his own vehicle, David keeps a close eye on Dom’s Porsche in his rear view mirror, making sure the Englishman doesn’t try to slip away. In less than fifteen minutes, they’re sitting in the back corner of their favorite pub, each with a frosty pint in front of them.
“So, what’s happening between you and Dr. Boyd these days?” David asks after taking a long sip of his beer.
“Nothing.”
Snorting in disbelief, David arches an eyebrow at the younger man. “You don’t actually expect me to believe that, do you?”
“Why not?” Dom asks mildly, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s true.”
Technically, he’s telling the truth. Was there the potential of something in the past? Absolutely. But there’s been nothing overtly sexual between them since the night of the party, where they’d ended up on the couch, kissing and touching. In Dom’s opinion, two, very brief, kisses since then hardly add up to ‘something’ between him and Billy. Other than the kiss he responded to on St. Andrew’s Day, Billy hasn’t touched Dom, unless it’s absolutely necessary, and he’s been a complete professional at all times.
“Wait just a second. His kid comes with you to practice every single day,” David points out. “He’s giving you daily massages in your living room. You left a party in your own house and spent the night with him.”
“I spent the night on the couch, Daisy,” Dom corrects. “I told you that before. Several times, in fact.”
“So you claim,” David replies coolly. “But it was after that night that he started giving you the massages. There’s got to be a reason for that.”
“He’s my doctor. That’s all.”
Shifting in his seat and averting his eyes, Dom take a long swallow of his pint.
“It’s been months, Dom. You’re not exactly the most patient bloke I’ve ever met,” David reasons, the tip of one finger tracing the rim of his glass. “I don’t see you hanging around for all this time unless you’re getting something out of it.”
“I didn’t say there isn’t something there, between us,” Dom says, finally relenting. “I said there’s nothing happening. There’s a difference.”
“Well, not much, actually. And I’m guessing the person saying ‘no’ isn’t you, so it’s got to be the doctor,” David replies, nodding in thought. “What’s the problem? The kid?”
“That too.”
“But the two of you get along just fine,” David argues, a confused frown creasing his brow. “He’s a terrific kid. Cam, right? He adores you. The whole team can see it.”
“No argument here. I think he’s great,” Dom says softly, watching a drop of condensation slide down the length of his glass to the table. “Amazing.”
“Is it the doctor/patient thing?” David prompts in a quieter tone, sliding his pint to one side and leaning across the table.
“That too.”
“Did you tell either of them what today is?” David inquires. “Or were you just going to let it slide by quietly?”
“Daisy, I’m tired of going to parties with people I don’t know or even like,” Dom explains, starting at the table, eyes unnaturally bright. “Why would I want one today? They’d only be there for the free drinks, not me. They proved that after I fucked up my knee and they took off. I don’t want to spend today with people like that. Having a pint with you, that’s good for me.”
“So why not tell him?” David asks. “He’s different from them, isn’t he?”
“I don’t want him to feel obligated to do something, alright?” Dom replies, finally looking up to meet David’s sympathetic gaze. “It’s just a day. Tomorrow it will be over.”
“I think you’re wrong.” Straightening up a bit and stretching the sore muscles in his back, David purses his lips in thought. “I think he’d want the choice. Who knows? Something may come of it.”
“Are we going to discuss my nonexistent sex life all night, or are you going to offer a toast?” Dom asks, blinking rapidly to clear his eyes as he smiles, swiftly changing the subject.
Acquiescing, David nods and raises his pint. “Happy Birthday, Dom. May all your dreams come true.”
Smiling his thanks, Dom lifts his glass to his lips and takes a healthy swallow.
“And may your massage tonight end with a sexy, Scottish doctor giving you a happy ending,” David adds under his breath, grinning devilishly.
Almost choking on his beer, Dom slams his pint back down on the table and reaches across the table, attempting to smack David.
“You wanker,” Dom growls when he can speak again. “I’m going to see him in about an hour.”
“Exactly.”
Unable to suppress a smile, Dom finally laughs as he leans back and sips his pint, occasionally letting his mind wander, exploring the erotic fantasy that David has suggested. When he and David part ways about half an hour later, the mood is light and relaxed. Giving the Australian Defender a hug in the car park, Dom is very thankful for his friend and the close bond that they’ve sustained for so many years.
After fighting heavy traffic along the way, Dom is pulling into the driveway at home when he glances at his watch and realizes that Billy will be coming over in just a few minutes. Limping inside, Dom hurries down to his bedroom, quickly stripping off his jacket, t-shirt and jeans before finding a pair of shorts to wear. He’s walking back down the hall towards the living room when the familiar tapping sounds at the patio door just off the kitchen. Smiling, Dom walks to the doorway and then pauses, beckoning Billy to enter.
“You don’t have to knock, you know,” Dom says when Billy steps inside and hurriedly closes the glass door behind him, attempting to keep some of the heat indoors. “You’re the only one who comes by at this time of day.”
“It’s common courtesy,” Billy replies, almost primly, as he heels off his shoes and peels off his jacket, revealing a slightly wrinkled white dress shirt and grey trousers.
Billy’s necktie may be gone, but he’s still clearly in Dr. Boyd mode, no matter how damn sexy he looks or smells, Dom decides.
“Good timing,” Dom adds, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge before turning and walking into living room where the massage table is set up. “I just got home.”
“I know. I, erm, Cameron heard you pull up,” Billy says, following Dom and letting his eyes roam lustily over Dom’s lean, bare back, lingering at the absurdly sexy back dimples just above the waistband of his low slung shorts. “Problems at the practice field?”
“No. Just got talking with David,” Dom replies mildly, taking a long gulp of water before stretching out on the table on his belly, arms forming a makeshift pillow for his head.
Pouring a generous amount of lotion into his hand, Billy takes a few moments to warm it between his palms before sliding his fingers over Dom’s muscled shoulders and then down the shallow groove of his spine to his narrow waist. Catching a whiff of an unfamiliar scent on Dom, Billy leans down and sniffs.
“Have you been drinking?”
“David insisted on going to a pub,” Dom offers as explanation, his eyes dropping closed as the ‘happy ending’ fantasy makes another appearance, causing heat to pool, low in his belly. “I only had one.”
“Pitcher?”
“Pint,” Dom corrects. “I had to drive home, Billy. I knew you’d be coming over and I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”
Conversation over the next twenty minutes is sparse, Dom answering Billy’s questions about the Rangers upcoming schedule and groaning softly as Billy finds each and every aching muscle in his body - save for one. Dom is laying flat on his back, eyes closed with one bare leg resting against Billy’s shoulder as Billy’s fingers deftly knead the tense muscle of his thigh when Billy leans forward and shakes his shoulder.
“Dom, wake up.”
“Huh?” Dom says, opening his eyes and gazing sleepily at Billy.
“Phone,” Billy says, pointing across the room at the cordless receiver as the ringing sound fills the air for a second time.
“Let the machine get it,” Dom replies drowsily.
There is a third ring, and then the answering machine picks up, once again throwing the room into silence. A few soft clicks are heard, and then a warm, feminine voice flows across the air.
“Hello, my love. I just wanted to call and wish you a very Happy Birthday, my dear, sweet Dominic. Ring me back when you get this, alright? I miss you, miss the sound of your voice. Love you. Bye.”
Eyes wide, Billy looks back and forth between the the phone and Dom’s face, specifically the tender smile now gracing Dom’s sensual lips and the softness in his eyes as he sighs under his breath, his head lolled to one side. Irrationally, Billy is angry at the woman who seems to be so close to Dom, hates her because she obviously knows him so well. Swallowing hard, Billy forces his gaze back to Dom’s leg, silently willing the painful ache in his belly to fade away. As he always suspected, there is a long line of women in Dom’s life. Billy knew this was coming, that it was inevitable, so why is he surprised? Why does it hurt so much, deep inside?
“I take it you have plans for the weekend,” Billy says, his tone remarkably calm, especially considering the tight lump in his throat. “She’s sounds eager.”
Hand splayed across his flat belly, where his shorts have slid down on his lean hips, Dom snorts with laughter as he absently rubs at the tanned, toned skin. Seeing the confused look on Billy’s face, Dom only laughs harder.
“What is so bloody funny?” Billy spits out, now rather irritated.
“Billy, that was my Mum,” Dom explains, eyes meeting and holding Billy’s gaze, slowly melting his anger. “On the phone.”
“What?” Billy whispers, realization dawning as he replays the message in his head.
“My Mum,” Dom repeats, now smiling gently. “In Manchester. She’d be rather amused by your assumption that she’s a lover of mine, by the way.”
“Oh.” Frowning in thought, Billy’s eyes widen. “Wait. Is tomorrow your birthday?”
“No.”
“It’s not today, is it?” Billy asks softly, eyes filled with question.
“Yeah,” Dom admits reluctantly as Billy lowers his leg back down to the massage table. “You all done?” he asks, hoping to change the subject.
“Aye. How’re you feeling?” Billy asks, watching Dom closely as he takes a few cautious steps.
“Better,” Dom says. “Thanks.”
Following Dom over to the couch, Billy gnaws on his lower lip for a moment. “So why didn’t you tell me? Or Cameron?”
“It’s nothing. No big deal,” Dom replies noncommittally as he sits down with a soft grunt.
“I would’ve thought at the very least there would’ve been a party or something,” Billy muses aloud. “You know, a celebration, like after a match. With your teammates.”
“There usually is,” Dom replies. “I just didn’t want one.”
“You wanted a pint at the pub?” Billy presses, a new theory forming in his head. “With David?”
“That’s tradition. We’ve been mates a long time,” Dom replies as he braces his bare foot on the edge of the coffee table.
There’s something in Dom’s tone that eases Billy’s mind on whether of not David was a lover, currently or in the past. Unless Billy’s guess is completely off, the look in Dom’s eyes suggests that the answer is no to both counts, and it surprises Billy how relieved he is by that.
“So you didn’t want a party, but that doesn’t explain why you didn’t tell Cameron,” Billy adds, thinking aloud as he joins Dom, sitting down next to him on the couch. “Why you didn’t tell me.”
“I didn’t want it to be a big deal,” Dom says with a shrug. “I just wanted it to be a regular day.”
“But birthday’s are special, Dom,” Billy insists, recalling all the birthday parties of Cameron’s that he planned and Abby so thoughtlessly missed. “I know Cameron would’ve loved to do something for you. A cake, your favorite meal - as long as it’s something that I could get as takeaway . . .”
“I wouldn’t want you to go to all that trouble, just for me,” Dom finally replies after a long, quiet moment. “This, right here, is nice.”
“It wouldn’t be any trouble, Dom. We would’ve loved to get you something,” Billy says softly, leaning back into the plushness of the couch. “Cameron loves to give presents. He’s got a real knack for finding the perfect thing.”
“Like your mug,” Dom interjects quietly, almost wistfully.
“Exactly.”
“Cam’s a really great kid, don’t get me wrong, but he can’t give me what I want tonight,” Dom says, not quite sure himself where those words just came from.
“What do you want?” Billy whispers, unable to look away from Dom’s hypnotic eyes, or his nearly naked body, just inches away.
“A kiss.”
“Dom-” Billy protests.
“Just one?” Dom requests, his voice low and intoxicatingly seductive, though he doesn’t intend it to be. “It’s the only thing I want for my birthday, Billy. Just one, single kiss. With you.”
Three unsteady breaths are pulled into Billy’s lungs and then slowly exhaled before he can form a reply.
“Okay,” he whispers. “Just one.”
“Just one,” Dom agrees, leaning forward, head tilting to one side as Billy’s lips move towards his. “One.”
Lips parting as their mouths meet in a tender kiss, the tips of their tongues touch softly and shyly before Billy’s fingers slide deftly through Dom’s silky blonde hair, fusing their mouths together. Hands moving with a mind of their own, Dom’s fingers slide along the stubbly line of Billy’s strong jaw before wrapping around the back of Billy’s neck to hold him in place, so Billy can’t easily escape. Taking special care to ensure that their lips never completely part, Dom slips his other hand around Billy’s trim waist, moaning softly as he tugs their bodies closer.
Whether ten seconds, ten minutes or ten hours pass, Dom has absolutely no idea. All he knows and cares about is Billy’s pointy tongue tangling hungrily and messily with his own, breath coming faster and heavier. A soft cry of surprise slips past Dom’s lips when he feels Billy’s fingers along the inside of his knee, and then Billy is shifting on the couch so he’s nestled between Dom’s now widely splayed thighs. Whimpering with pleasure, Dom doesn’t resist when Billy deepens the hot, wet, kiss, pushing Dom back with his body until he’s sprawled on the couch, Billy above him.
Eager to touch Billy, Dom starts to slide a hand down Billy’s shirt, opening the buttons, only to have Billy’s fingers wrap around his wrist and pin his arm to the couch cushion above their heads. For a moment, Dom is tempted to struggle, but then Billy begins rolling and thrusting his hips, and Dom swept away in a hurricane of lust and desire. Almost absently, Dom realizes that Billy’s free hand is wrapped around his rock hard cock through the thin fabric of his shorts, slowly pumping the swollen flesh in a sensual, erotic rhythm. Moaning wantonly at the sensation and pleasure, Dom wraps his good leg around Billy’s thrusting hips, the other braced against the couch and floor for leverage. At the same time, Dom’s free hand grabs a fistful of cotton at Billy’s waist and pulls, exposing Billy’s lower back so he can touch and caress the soft, warm skin.
The sensation of being trapped beneath Billy, almost helpless, is intoxicating to Dom, only fueling the fire of his staggering arousal. The intensity of the kiss increases, Dom whimpering as Billy’s tantalizing movements continue to strip away his control, at a surprisingly rapid pace. Sucking Dom’s swollen lower lip between his cherubic lips, Billy murmurs his pleasure, wishing he had more hands so he could touch more of Dom’s trembling and writhing body. The hard buds of Dom’s sensitive nipples are pressing through Billy’s shirt, tormenting him, and the urge to slide down Dom’s lithe, tanned body to draw them into his mouth is almost overwhelming. As much as Billy wants to taste Dom’s body, he cannot force himself to move away from Dom’s sinful, seductive mouth.
He wants to taste Dom everywhere. His fingers, his toes, the curve of his neck, the crease of his hip, behind his knees, and the soft skin of his inner thighs. Hating how the fabric of his trousers are limiting the sensation and friction between their bodies, Billy increases the force of his thrusts, pressing down with his hips and squeezing his fingers in a faster rhythm. Feeling the ragged whimper against his mouth, Billy smiles before releasing Dom’s lips so he can slide his tongue back into the honeyed cavern of Dom’s hot mouth, moaning at the heat he finds there.
Driven to the edge of of sanity by the wild, sensual thrusts of Billy’s aroused body, Dom feels the wave start to rise, forcing him closer to the edge of climax and the bliss that is sure to follow. Eagerly arching up into Billy’s body and returning his kiss with equal fervor, Dom clutches at Billy’s back, fingernails lightly scratching at the pale flesh. Blood churning in his veins, Dom’s belly aches and his heart pounds wildly as no part of his body is spared the onslaught of Billy’s lush and talented touch. Muscles bunch and twist, greedily seeking more contact, their uneven breath mixing, leaving them both dazed and drunk and desperate.
Ravaging Dom’s sensuous mouth with his lips and tongue, Billy sweeps his thumb over the damp tip of Dom’s covered arousal as he rocks his hips faster. Groans of pleasure pour from Billy’s lips as Dom’s chest heaves and he pants for breath, his long leg tightening around Billy’s body. It’s all happening too fast, Dom realizes, desperately searching for control to hold the tidal wave back for just a little bit longer. After all this time, endless months without the intimate touch of another, he wants the incredible feeling of having Billy’s against him to last, forever, if possible. Surrendering to the surge of desire and passion rushing through his limbs, Dom feels his control shatter into a thousand pieces, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.
Feasting hungrily on Dom’s now swollen mouth, Billy is sucking a sensual, rosy lower lip into his mouth again when he feels Dom stiffen beneath him, whimpering profusely and bucking wildly. A moment later, a ragged cry fills the air as Dom’s hand squeezes the curve of Billy’s arse, and then he falls limply to the couch, utterly spent, finally breaking the kiss and panting heavily for breath. It’s only then that Billy feels the dampness of Dom’s release seeping through Dom’s thin shorts and the rapid pulse in Dom’s trapped wrist. Giving his head a shake to clear the heavy fog of lust, Billy’s looks down, his eyes widening in shock.
Head lolling to one side, Dom gazes up at Billy through half-lidded eyes, his blonde hair tousled into a sensuous mess, lips rosy and full as his bare chest heaves for breath. Completely limp beneath Billy, his deep, blue-grey eyes glazed in blissful orgasm, Dom is the picture of contentment, a sleepy, intensely satisfied smile teasing at the corners of his crooked mouth as he shifts and sighs happily. In a word, Dom is beautiful. Exquisite. Spent.
“Happy Birthday to me,” Dom murmurs with sexy grin, licking his lips, the taste of Billy’s passion clinging there. “Damn.”
“Oh fuck,” Billy curses under his breath, panic rising in his throat as he realizes what has just happened, what he’s just done.
“Hmm?” Dom inquires mildly, floating pleasantly on the intense aftershocks of the mind blowing orgasm that Billy so generously lavished on him.
“I can’t believe- Oh fuck, this can’t be-”
“Let go of my wrist and I’ll return the favor,” Dom croons seductively, rolling his hips in a lazy thrust. “Just as soon as I can move.”
Jerking his hand away from Dom’s trapped arm like it’s been burned, Billy starts to roll off the couch, eager to escape, only to be stopped by both of Dom’s hands gripping his shoulders firmly.
“My knee,” Dom cries out in warning as Billy’s weight begins to press down on his weakened leg. “Careful.”
“Shite.”
Forcing himself to concentrate, Dom looks deep into Billy’s eyes, reading the fear and panic in his gaze. It takes all of Dom’s strength to hide the disappointment as he realizes that he is alone in the pleasure of the intimate act. Billy is already drowning in regret.
“You’ll have to back up,” Dom says when he’s sure his voice won’t betray him.
Nodding unsteadily, Billy pulls his fingers away from Dom’s now softening flesh, bracing himself on the couch on either side of Dom’s chest with his hands and moving back. Ever so slowly, their bodies separate, the loss of Billy’s warm touch twisting in Dom’s belly. Sitting up and sliding back so he can put both feet on the floor, Dom cautiously moves across the couch until he’s sitting next to Billy, watching the older man stare at the floor and tremble.
“It’s okay, Billy,” he says softly, attempting to soothe.
“I never meant for that to happen,” Billy whispers, the guilt clear in his tone. “It was only supposed to be one kiss. One.”
“It was,” Dom replies quietly. “One, very long, amazing kiss.”
“Don’t,” Billy warns, daring to look at Dom for just an instant. “You don’t realize what I’ve done. When I became a doctor I took an oath.”
“You weren’t alone, Billy,” Dom argues. “We were both willing participants. I knew what I was doing.”
“The rules are there for a reason, Dom,” Billy insists, now shaking violently. “They’re there to protect you, the patient, because-”
“Billy, stop,” Dom instructs firmly. “Breathe.”
Elbows on his knees and fingers laced together loosely, Billy lowers his head and takes several deep breaths, willing his control to come back.
“It just happened, okay?” Dom says after a long moment. “It’s alright.”
“It’s a lot of things, Dom, but alright isn’t one of them,” Billy corrects, still staring at the floor. “Far from it.”
“C’mon, Billy. We’re friends, aren’t we?” Dom asks quietly. “We’re not going to let a small thing like a shag on my couch ruin that, are we?”
Unable to stop himself, a faint smile flutters across Billy’s lips.
“And it was a damn good one, I must say,” Dom adds, low and seductive.
“Dom-”
“Spoilsport.”
“We can’t do this again,” Billy warns. “I mean it.”
“Okay,” Dom says mildly. “Whatever you say.”
“Dom-”
“I heard you.”
“Okay then.”
“It was a hell of a birthday present,” Dom remarks. “One I’ll never forget, that’s for sure.”
Sitting up straighter and looking over at Dom, Billy’s brow furrows. “This wasn’t a setup, was it?”
“What?”
“The phone call. The kiss,” Billy explains. “Is it really your birthday?”
“Well, I’d offer you my driver’s license as proof, but it’s in my jeans, and they’re laying on the bed in my room,” Dom replies, the corners of his mouth turning up into a suggestive smile. “I’d offer to show it to you, but something tells me you don’t want to walk in there with me.”
“No,” Billy replies quickly.
Shoulders shaking with laughter, Dom reaches over and rubs the tense muscles of Billy’s neck for a few moments. Thinking to himself, Dom then rises and walks over to the duffle bag he dropped by the front door. Reaching into the side pocket, Dom feels around, and then withdraws a small, dark red rectangle with dog-eared corners. Dropping back down onto the couch beside Billy and propping his bad leg up on the coffee table, Dom hands Billy what he’d gone in search of.
“Will a passport do?” Dom asks.
Nearly a minute passes in silence as Billy stares at the cover of the battered and obviously well used passport, debating on whether or not to look inside. He can’t help feeling that this is a test. Dom told him it’s his birthday. The question is, does he believe Dom? This is a man Billy has trusted with his most prized possession for months now. His beloved son. Despite the differences in opinion they have when it comes to Dom playing football, they’ve always been honest with each other, as far as Billy knows. Decision made, Billy hands the unopened passport back to Dom, choosing to trust his instincts.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” Billy says softly. “I’m sorry.”
“You can look, Billy. I won’t be offended,” Dom replies, his bare shoulder brushing against Billy’s gently. “Really. Just be warned, it’s a bad picture.”
“No. You wouldn’t lie to me,” Billy tells Dom as he looks over to meet and hold Dom’s gaze. “I trust you to tell me the truth.”
“Thank you.”
Laying his head on Billy’s shoulder, Dom silently draws the scent of Billy and his arousal into his lungs as his long fingers slide back and forth over his scarred knee, almost absently.
“I have to go,” Billy whispers. “Cameron’s movie will be almost over.”
“Okay,” Dom replies, straightening up and then rising awkwardly to his feet.
Following Billy over to the doorway to the kitchen, Dom reaches out, wrapping his fingers around Billy’s bicep, tugging him to a stop.
“What?” Billy asks, glancing at his arm and then up, directly into Dom’s eyes.
“Goodnight,” Dom replies quietly, pressing a soft kiss to Billy’s cheek before he can pull away.
The air is thick and heavy with sexual tension and the things that are being left unsaid.
“Goodnight, Dom,” Billy says finally.
Quickly slipping on his jacket and shoes, Billy exits the same way he arrived, grateful for the chilly air against his flushed cheeks.
It’s only when the gate closes behind Billy that Dom lets the façade of his composure and control slip away. Leaning unsteadily against the wall, Dom’s arms wrap around his nearly naked body, his eyes dropping closed at the memory of Billy’s tantalizing touch washes over him.
He honestly hadn’t intended for that to happen, but of course, Dom’s very glad that it did. Just the pressure of Billy’s small hand, through a layer of fabric, no less, had been more than sufficient to bring Dom off rather spectacularly. Glancing at the clock, Dom is stunned to realize that Billy managed to get him so worked up, so quickly. Then again, considering how long it’s been since someone other than Dom himself has touched him, perhaps Dom shouldn’t be so surprised. Billy has no idea what Dom’s sex life is like, other than that Dom quite enjoys being kissed and touched by Billy. There is an assumption on Billy’s part that Dom has not bothered to argue with, or attempt to correct.
Exhaling slowly, Dom pushes off the wall and limps down the hall to the loo, hating the idea of washing Billy off of his skin, but needing to clean up the sticky dampness in his shorts. In the end, Dom opts for a quick wipe down with a warm face flannel, unable to part with the sensual aroma of Billy’s cologne and arousal on his skin. Wiping away the glittery fluid, Dom finds himself wondering if Billy needed to wank after getting him off, and then fervently wishes that he could’ve returned the favor. He wishes that the evening had continued, in his bedroom.
Closing the kitchen door behind him and turning the lock, Billy sags against it, blood roaring in his ears, his hands shaking. One kiss. That’s all it was supposed to be, so how did Dom end up underneath him, again? And this time there was no cracked rib to distract him. In just a few minutes, Billy rubbed and stroked Dom’s lithe, slender body to a powerful, bone-melting orgasm. As a doctor, Billy’s eye is well trained and Dom’s dilated pupils were more than enough evidence that he’d climaxed and fallen into the abyss of pleasure. Then there was the dampness that seeped through his thin shorts. It’s only then that Billy brings his hand to his nose, drawing in a long breath and the scent of Dom’s release.
The truth of what has just happened shakes Billy to the core of his being. He has just had sex with Dom, his patient, but his heart is insisting that it was much more than that. It wasn’t about the physical act, it was about being close and sharing something intimate. He desperately wanted Dom, and he wants to touch Dom again. What has happened to the iron clad control that was cemented into place for more than a decade? How has Dom slipped inside his defenses, apparently with ease?
In the distance, Billy can hear the television and Cameron’s boyish laughter. For that, Billy is grateful, as he’s certainly not up for company at the moment. After all that has happened tonight, Billy isn’t ready to explain why there is a very visible tent in his trousers or that his face is flushed, his lips swollen from Dom’s passionate, eager kisses. Struggling to get his eyes to focus, Billy’s gaze lands on the kitchen table, and the memory of Dom wantonly stretched out on it, offering himself to Billy rips through his body so fast it steals his breath. The image hits Billy with the force of a punch, and before Billy knows what is happening, he’s practically throwing himself into the downstairs loo and locking the door behind him before tearing open his trousers, at last freeing his aching erection from its restrictive confines.
With one hand over his mouth to keep silent, Billy thrusts rapidly and erratically into his other hand, the same hand that had held Dom so intimately just minutes ago, fingers wrapped in a tight fist around his hard cock, the aroma of Dom surrounding him, almost drowning him. It doesn’t take more than a dozen strokes and Billy is whimpering, his glittering release flowing over his knuckles. Limbs shaking from the force of his orgasm, Billy feels his knees give out, and then he slides down the loo door to the floor, his mind unable to shake the image of Dom presented to him so erotically on the kitchen table. It’s long minutes later before Billy can muster the strength to rise and tuck himself back into his trousers, washing up in the basin and making himself presentable before walking into the living room to tell Cameron that it’s time for bed.
If Cameron notices that Billy is distracted, he doesn’t say anything, brushing his teeth without complaint before crawling under the coverlet. Automatically, Billy presses a tender kiss to Cameron’s forehead, belatedly wondering if his son can smell Dom on him. Fortunately, Cameron seems oblivious to Billy’s concern, giving his father a sleepy smile, snuggling into his pillow and closing his eyes. Ensuring that Cameron is tucked in for the night, Billy then walks down the hall to his own room, closing the door behind him.
Part of Billy, the sensible, doctor part, wants to jump into the shower and scrub Dom from his skin, but in the end, the man wins, Billy crawling naked into bed and falling into an uneasy sleep with Dom seeping into his pores. When Billy finally dreams, it’s of Dom beneath him, long limbs wrapped around him, eyes dark and full of passion, his gorgeous body writhing in wanton ecstasy. It doesn’t surprise Billy to awaken in the middle of the night, hard and aching. This time, Dom’s name tumbles from Billy’s lips, muffled against the pillow as he finds a second release, wishing that Dom was lying next to him.
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Chapter 10
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R, I think.
Summary: A special day has an unexpected ending, and Dom discovers the magic touch.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to
frojane, for the beta. Credit for the banner goes to the very talented loki_girl. Thank you so much.Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: So this is a very naughty chapter. *giggle* Seriously. No, I really mean it! Don’t believe me? Go read!
Previous Parts: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8
Chapter 9 - Loss of Control
Waving goodbye to Cameron as he and Billy head for the car park, now that practice is over, Dom turns and walks slowly towards the locker room, aching to take a long, hot shower. As per their usual routine, Billy will come over after dinner and give Dom his daily massage, but until then, he’s on his own.
Kicking off his football shoes and stripping away his damp, sweaty clothes before stepping into the shower, Dom braces his hands on the tile wall in front of him, letting the nearly scalding water flow over his shoulders and sluice down his lean frame. Head lowered and eyes closed, Dom loses himself in a familiar memory, adjusting it to a fantasy, where a cracked rib doesn’t interrupt a hot, wet, passionate snog, or the incredible, wild and intense sex on Billy’s kitchen table that follows. One by one, Dom’s teammates finish their showers and twist off the taps, until finally, he’s the last to leave.
Shaking the water from his sun streaked blonde hair, Dom wraps a towel around his narrow waist and limps over to his locker, grinning with amusement as he slips his watch onto his wrist. Automatically, he’s calculated how many minutes until Billy will be coming over for his daily massage, as Billy’s turned up at the same time, five days a week, six on match weekends, for the last two months. Smiling to himself, Dom dries his body quickly and then gets dressed, thankful for the quiet. He was hoping everyone on the team would forget what today is, and it looks like they have. Or David finally accepted that Dom didn’t want a party and took care of it. Whatever the reason, Dom is immensely grateful.
It’s only when Dom is walking out to his Porsche in the car park that he realizes he was mistaken in his assumption about being the last one to leave Murraypark. Long legs crossed at the ankles, arms entwined over his chest, David is leaning against Dom’s highly polished sports car, grinning as Dom approaches.
“I was starting to wonder if you drowned or something,” David says, his warm breath creating clouds of vapor in the cool air. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”
“David, I just want to go home.”
“Too bad,” David replies sharply. “You may be able to get out of a damn party, my friend, but I’ve been buying you a pint every year on this day since we met. After seven years, you’re not going to break tradition, are you?”
“Alright,” Dom agrees with a sigh. “One pint.”
“And you can tell me what’s going on with you and the doctor,” David adds cheerfully, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Rolling his eyes in dramatic fashion, Dom shakes his head as he nudges David out of the way with his shoulder so he can open the passenger door of the car. Tossing his duffle bag onto the leather seat, Dom slams the door closed and looks up at David.
“I’ll follow you,” Dom says before walking around the car and sliding behind the wheel.
Settling in the driver’s seat of his own vehicle, David keeps a close eye on Dom’s Porsche in his rear view mirror, making sure the Englishman doesn’t try to slip away. In less than fifteen minutes, they’re sitting in the back corner of their favorite pub, each with a frosty pint in front of them.
“So, what’s happening between you and Dr. Boyd these days?” David asks after taking a long sip of his beer.
“Nothing.”
Snorting in disbelief, David arches an eyebrow at the younger man. “You don’t actually expect me to believe that, do you?”
“Why not?” Dom asks mildly, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s true.”
Technically, he’s telling the truth. Was there the potential of something in the past? Absolutely. But there’s been nothing overtly sexual between them since the night of the party, where they’d ended up on the couch, kissing and touching. In Dom’s opinion, two, very brief, kisses since then hardly add up to ‘something’ between him and Billy. Other than the kiss he responded to on St. Andrew’s Day, Billy hasn’t touched Dom, unless it’s absolutely necessary, and he’s been a complete professional at all times.
“Wait just a second. His kid comes with you to practice every single day,” David points out. “He’s giving you daily massages in your living room. You left a party in your own house and spent the night with him.”
“I spent the night on the couch, Daisy,” Dom corrects. “I told you that before. Several times, in fact.”
“So you claim,” David replies coolly. “But it was after that night that he started giving you the massages. There’s got to be a reason for that.”
“He’s my doctor. That’s all.”
Shifting in his seat and averting his eyes, Dom take a long swallow of his pint.
“It’s been months, Dom. You’re not exactly the most patient bloke I’ve ever met,” David reasons, the tip of one finger tracing the rim of his glass. “I don’t see you hanging around for all this time unless you’re getting something out of it.”
“I didn’t say there isn’t something there, between us,” Dom says, finally relenting. “I said there’s nothing happening. There’s a difference.”
“Well, not much, actually. And I’m guessing the person saying ‘no’ isn’t you, so it’s got to be the doctor,” David replies, nodding in thought. “What’s the problem? The kid?”
“That too.”
“But the two of you get along just fine,” David argues, a confused frown creasing his brow. “He’s a terrific kid. Cam, right? He adores you. The whole team can see it.”
“No argument here. I think he’s great,” Dom says softly, watching a drop of condensation slide down the length of his glass to the table. “Amazing.”
“Is it the doctor/patient thing?” David prompts in a quieter tone, sliding his pint to one side and leaning across the table.
“That too.”
“Did you tell either of them what today is?” David inquires. “Or were you just going to let it slide by quietly?”
“Daisy, I’m tired of going to parties with people I don’t know or even like,” Dom explains, starting at the table, eyes unnaturally bright. “Why would I want one today? They’d only be there for the free drinks, not me. They proved that after I fucked up my knee and they took off. I don’t want to spend today with people like that. Having a pint with you, that’s good for me.”
“So why not tell him?” David asks. “He’s different from them, isn’t he?”
“I don’t want him to feel obligated to do something, alright?” Dom replies, finally looking up to meet David’s sympathetic gaze. “It’s just a day. Tomorrow it will be over.”
“I think you’re wrong.” Straightening up a bit and stretching the sore muscles in his back, David purses his lips in thought. “I think he’d want the choice. Who knows? Something may come of it.”
“Are we going to discuss my nonexistent sex life all night, or are you going to offer a toast?” Dom asks, blinking rapidly to clear his eyes as he smiles, swiftly changing the subject.
Acquiescing, David nods and raises his pint. “Happy Birthday, Dom. May all your dreams come true.”
Smiling his thanks, Dom lifts his glass to his lips and takes a healthy swallow.
“And may your massage tonight end with a sexy, Scottish doctor giving you a happy ending,” David adds under his breath, grinning devilishly.
Almost choking on his beer, Dom slams his pint back down on the table and reaches across the table, attempting to smack David.
“You wanker,” Dom growls when he can speak again. “I’m going to see him in about an hour.”
“Exactly.”
Unable to suppress a smile, Dom finally laughs as he leans back and sips his pint, occasionally letting his mind wander, exploring the erotic fantasy that David has suggested. When he and David part ways about half an hour later, the mood is light and relaxed. Giving the Australian Defender a hug in the car park, Dom is very thankful for his friend and the close bond that they’ve sustained for so many years.
After fighting heavy traffic along the way, Dom is pulling into the driveway at home when he glances at his watch and realizes that Billy will be coming over in just a few minutes. Limping inside, Dom hurries down to his bedroom, quickly stripping off his jacket, t-shirt and jeans before finding a pair of shorts to wear. He’s walking back down the hall towards the living room when the familiar tapping sounds at the patio door just off the kitchen. Smiling, Dom walks to the doorway and then pauses, beckoning Billy to enter.
“You don’t have to knock, you know,” Dom says when Billy steps inside and hurriedly closes the glass door behind him, attempting to keep some of the heat indoors. “You’re the only one who comes by at this time of day.”
“It’s common courtesy,” Billy replies, almost primly, as he heels off his shoes and peels off his jacket, revealing a slightly wrinkled white dress shirt and grey trousers.
Billy’s necktie may be gone, but he’s still clearly in Dr. Boyd mode, no matter how damn sexy he looks or smells, Dom decides.
“Good timing,” Dom adds, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge before turning and walking into living room where the massage table is set up. “I just got home.”
“I know. I, erm, Cameron heard you pull up,” Billy says, following Dom and letting his eyes roam lustily over Dom’s lean, bare back, lingering at the absurdly sexy back dimples just above the waistband of his low slung shorts. “Problems at the practice field?”
“No. Just got talking with David,” Dom replies mildly, taking a long gulp of water before stretching out on the table on his belly, arms forming a makeshift pillow for his head.
Pouring a generous amount of lotion into his hand, Billy takes a few moments to warm it between his palms before sliding his fingers over Dom’s muscled shoulders and then down the shallow groove of his spine to his narrow waist. Catching a whiff of an unfamiliar scent on Dom, Billy leans down and sniffs.
“Have you been drinking?”
“David insisted on going to a pub,” Dom offers as explanation, his eyes dropping closed as the ‘happy ending’ fantasy makes another appearance, causing heat to pool, low in his belly. “I only had one.”
“Pitcher?”
“Pint,” Dom corrects. “I had to drive home, Billy. I knew you’d be coming over and I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”
Conversation over the next twenty minutes is sparse, Dom answering Billy’s questions about the Rangers upcoming schedule and groaning softly as Billy finds each and every aching muscle in his body - save for one. Dom is laying flat on his back, eyes closed with one bare leg resting against Billy’s shoulder as Billy’s fingers deftly knead the tense muscle of his thigh when Billy leans forward and shakes his shoulder.
“Dom, wake up.”
“Huh?” Dom says, opening his eyes and gazing sleepily at Billy.
“Phone,” Billy says, pointing across the room at the cordless receiver as the ringing sound fills the air for a second time.
“Let the machine get it,” Dom replies drowsily.
There is a third ring, and then the answering machine picks up, once again throwing the room into silence. A few soft clicks are heard, and then a warm, feminine voice flows across the air.
“Hello, my love. I just wanted to call and wish you a very Happy Birthday, my dear, sweet Dominic. Ring me back when you get this, alright? I miss you, miss the sound of your voice. Love you. Bye.”
Eyes wide, Billy looks back and forth between the the phone and Dom’s face, specifically the tender smile now gracing Dom’s sensual lips and the softness in his eyes as he sighs under his breath, his head lolled to one side. Irrationally, Billy is angry at the woman who seems to be so close to Dom, hates her because she obviously knows him so well. Swallowing hard, Billy forces his gaze back to Dom’s leg, silently willing the painful ache in his belly to fade away. As he always suspected, there is a long line of women in Dom’s life. Billy knew this was coming, that it was inevitable, so why is he surprised? Why does it hurt so much, deep inside?
“I take it you have plans for the weekend,” Billy says, his tone remarkably calm, especially considering the tight lump in his throat. “She’s sounds eager.”
Hand splayed across his flat belly, where his shorts have slid down on his lean hips, Dom snorts with laughter as he absently rubs at the tanned, toned skin. Seeing the confused look on Billy’s face, Dom only laughs harder.
“What is so bloody funny?” Billy spits out, now rather irritated.
“Billy, that was my Mum,” Dom explains, eyes meeting and holding Billy’s gaze, slowly melting his anger. “On the phone.”
“What?” Billy whispers, realization dawning as he replays the message in his head.
“My Mum,” Dom repeats, now smiling gently. “In Manchester. She’d be rather amused by your assumption that she’s a lover of mine, by the way.”
“Oh.” Frowning in thought, Billy’s eyes widen. “Wait. Is tomorrow your birthday?”
“No.”
“It’s not today, is it?” Billy asks softly, eyes filled with question.
“Yeah,” Dom admits reluctantly as Billy lowers his leg back down to the massage table. “You all done?” he asks, hoping to change the subject.
“Aye. How’re you feeling?” Billy asks, watching Dom closely as he takes a few cautious steps.
“Better,” Dom says. “Thanks.”
Following Dom over to the couch, Billy gnaws on his lower lip for a moment. “So why didn’t you tell me? Or Cameron?”
“It’s nothing. No big deal,” Dom replies noncommittally as he sits down with a soft grunt.
“I would’ve thought at the very least there would’ve been a party or something,” Billy muses aloud. “You know, a celebration, like after a match. With your teammates.”
“There usually is,” Dom replies. “I just didn’t want one.”
“You wanted a pint at the pub?” Billy presses, a new theory forming in his head. “With David?”
“That’s tradition. We’ve been mates a long time,” Dom replies as he braces his bare foot on the edge of the coffee table.
There’s something in Dom’s tone that eases Billy’s mind on whether of not David was a lover, currently or in the past. Unless Billy’s guess is completely off, the look in Dom’s eyes suggests that the answer is no to both counts, and it surprises Billy how relieved he is by that.
“So you didn’t want a party, but that doesn’t explain why you didn’t tell Cameron,” Billy adds, thinking aloud as he joins Dom, sitting down next to him on the couch. “Why you didn’t tell me.”
“I didn’t want it to be a big deal,” Dom says with a shrug. “I just wanted it to be a regular day.”
“But birthday’s are special, Dom,” Billy insists, recalling all the birthday parties of Cameron’s that he planned and Abby so thoughtlessly missed. “I know Cameron would’ve loved to do something for you. A cake, your favorite meal - as long as it’s something that I could get as takeaway . . .”
“I wouldn’t want you to go to all that trouble, just for me,” Dom finally replies after a long, quiet moment. “This, right here, is nice.”
“It wouldn’t be any trouble, Dom. We would’ve loved to get you something,” Billy says softly, leaning back into the plushness of the couch. “Cameron loves to give presents. He’s got a real knack for finding the perfect thing.”
“Like your mug,” Dom interjects quietly, almost wistfully.
“Exactly.”
“Cam’s a really great kid, don’t get me wrong, but he can’t give me what I want tonight,” Dom says, not quite sure himself where those words just came from.
“What do you want?” Billy whispers, unable to look away from Dom’s hypnotic eyes, or his nearly naked body, just inches away.
“A kiss.”
“Dom-” Billy protests.
“Just one?” Dom requests, his voice low and intoxicatingly seductive, though he doesn’t intend it to be. “It’s the only thing I want for my birthday, Billy. Just one, single kiss. With you.”
Three unsteady breaths are pulled into Billy’s lungs and then slowly exhaled before he can form a reply.
“Okay,” he whispers. “Just one.”
“Just one,” Dom agrees, leaning forward, head tilting to one side as Billy’s lips move towards his. “One.”
Lips parting as their mouths meet in a tender kiss, the tips of their tongues touch softly and shyly before Billy’s fingers slide deftly through Dom’s silky blonde hair, fusing their mouths together. Hands moving with a mind of their own, Dom’s fingers slide along the stubbly line of Billy’s strong jaw before wrapping around the back of Billy’s neck to hold him in place, so Billy can’t easily escape. Taking special care to ensure that their lips never completely part, Dom slips his other hand around Billy’s trim waist, moaning softly as he tugs their bodies closer.
Whether ten seconds, ten minutes or ten hours pass, Dom has absolutely no idea. All he knows and cares about is Billy’s pointy tongue tangling hungrily and messily with his own, breath coming faster and heavier. A soft cry of surprise slips past Dom’s lips when he feels Billy’s fingers along the inside of his knee, and then Billy is shifting on the couch so he’s nestled between Dom’s now widely splayed thighs. Whimpering with pleasure, Dom doesn’t resist when Billy deepens the hot, wet, kiss, pushing Dom back with his body until he’s sprawled on the couch, Billy above him.
Eager to touch Billy, Dom starts to slide a hand down Billy’s shirt, opening the buttons, only to have Billy’s fingers wrap around his wrist and pin his arm to the couch cushion above their heads. For a moment, Dom is tempted to struggle, but then Billy begins rolling and thrusting his hips, and Dom swept away in a hurricane of lust and desire. Almost absently, Dom realizes that Billy’s free hand is wrapped around his rock hard cock through the thin fabric of his shorts, slowly pumping the swollen flesh in a sensual, erotic rhythm. Moaning wantonly at the sensation and pleasure, Dom wraps his good leg around Billy’s thrusting hips, the other braced against the couch and floor for leverage. At the same time, Dom’s free hand grabs a fistful of cotton at Billy’s waist and pulls, exposing Billy’s lower back so he can touch and caress the soft, warm skin.
The sensation of being trapped beneath Billy, almost helpless, is intoxicating to Dom, only fueling the fire of his staggering arousal. The intensity of the kiss increases, Dom whimpering as Billy’s tantalizing movements continue to strip away his control, at a surprisingly rapid pace. Sucking Dom’s swollen lower lip between his cherubic lips, Billy murmurs his pleasure, wishing he had more hands so he could touch more of Dom’s trembling and writhing body. The hard buds of Dom’s sensitive nipples are pressing through Billy’s shirt, tormenting him, and the urge to slide down Dom’s lithe, tanned body to draw them into his mouth is almost overwhelming. As much as Billy wants to taste Dom’s body, he cannot force himself to move away from Dom’s sinful, seductive mouth.
He wants to taste Dom everywhere. His fingers, his toes, the curve of his neck, the crease of his hip, behind his knees, and the soft skin of his inner thighs. Hating how the fabric of his trousers are limiting the sensation and friction between their bodies, Billy increases the force of his thrusts, pressing down with his hips and squeezing his fingers in a faster rhythm. Feeling the ragged whimper against his mouth, Billy smiles before releasing Dom’s lips so he can slide his tongue back into the honeyed cavern of Dom’s hot mouth, moaning at the heat he finds there.
Driven to the edge of of sanity by the wild, sensual thrusts of Billy’s aroused body, Dom feels the wave start to rise, forcing him closer to the edge of climax and the bliss that is sure to follow. Eagerly arching up into Billy’s body and returning his kiss with equal fervor, Dom clutches at Billy’s back, fingernails lightly scratching at the pale flesh. Blood churning in his veins, Dom’s belly aches and his heart pounds wildly as no part of his body is spared the onslaught of Billy’s lush and talented touch. Muscles bunch and twist, greedily seeking more contact, their uneven breath mixing, leaving them both dazed and drunk and desperate.
Ravaging Dom’s sensuous mouth with his lips and tongue, Billy sweeps his thumb over the damp tip of Dom’s covered arousal as he rocks his hips faster. Groans of pleasure pour from Billy’s lips as Dom’s chest heaves and he pants for breath, his long leg tightening around Billy’s body. It’s all happening too fast, Dom realizes, desperately searching for control to hold the tidal wave back for just a little bit longer. After all this time, endless months without the intimate touch of another, he wants the incredible feeling of having Billy’s against him to last, forever, if possible. Surrendering to the surge of desire and passion rushing through his limbs, Dom feels his control shatter into a thousand pieces, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.
Feasting hungrily on Dom’s now swollen mouth, Billy is sucking a sensual, rosy lower lip into his mouth again when he feels Dom stiffen beneath him, whimpering profusely and bucking wildly. A moment later, a ragged cry fills the air as Dom’s hand squeezes the curve of Billy’s arse, and then he falls limply to the couch, utterly spent, finally breaking the kiss and panting heavily for breath. It’s only then that Billy feels the dampness of Dom’s release seeping through Dom’s thin shorts and the rapid pulse in Dom’s trapped wrist. Giving his head a shake to clear the heavy fog of lust, Billy’s looks down, his eyes widening in shock.
Head lolling to one side, Dom gazes up at Billy through half-lidded eyes, his blonde hair tousled into a sensuous mess, lips rosy and full as his bare chest heaves for breath. Completely limp beneath Billy, his deep, blue-grey eyes glazed in blissful orgasm, Dom is the picture of contentment, a sleepy, intensely satisfied smile teasing at the corners of his crooked mouth as he shifts and sighs happily. In a word, Dom is beautiful. Exquisite. Spent.
“Happy Birthday to me,” Dom murmurs with sexy grin, licking his lips, the taste of Billy’s passion clinging there. “Damn.”
“Oh fuck,” Billy curses under his breath, panic rising in his throat as he realizes what has just happened, what he’s just done.
“Hmm?” Dom inquires mildly, floating pleasantly on the intense aftershocks of the mind blowing orgasm that Billy so generously lavished on him.
“I can’t believe- Oh fuck, this can’t be-”
“Let go of my wrist and I’ll return the favor,” Dom croons seductively, rolling his hips in a lazy thrust. “Just as soon as I can move.”
Jerking his hand away from Dom’s trapped arm like it’s been burned, Billy starts to roll off the couch, eager to escape, only to be stopped by both of Dom’s hands gripping his shoulders firmly.
“My knee,” Dom cries out in warning as Billy’s weight begins to press down on his weakened leg. “Careful.”
“Shite.”
Forcing himself to concentrate, Dom looks deep into Billy’s eyes, reading the fear and panic in his gaze. It takes all of Dom’s strength to hide the disappointment as he realizes that he is alone in the pleasure of the intimate act. Billy is already drowning in regret.
“You’ll have to back up,” Dom says when he’s sure his voice won’t betray him.
Nodding unsteadily, Billy pulls his fingers away from Dom’s now softening flesh, bracing himself on the couch on either side of Dom’s chest with his hands and moving back. Ever so slowly, their bodies separate, the loss of Billy’s warm touch twisting in Dom’s belly. Sitting up and sliding back so he can put both feet on the floor, Dom cautiously moves across the couch until he’s sitting next to Billy, watching the older man stare at the floor and tremble.
“It’s okay, Billy,” he says softly, attempting to soothe.
“I never meant for that to happen,” Billy whispers, the guilt clear in his tone. “It was only supposed to be one kiss. One.”
“It was,” Dom replies quietly. “One, very long, amazing kiss.”
“Don’t,” Billy warns, daring to look at Dom for just an instant. “You don’t realize what I’ve done. When I became a doctor I took an oath.”
“You weren’t alone, Billy,” Dom argues. “We were both willing participants. I knew what I was doing.”
“The rules are there for a reason, Dom,” Billy insists, now shaking violently. “They’re there to protect you, the patient, because-”
“Billy, stop,” Dom instructs firmly. “Breathe.”
Elbows on his knees and fingers laced together loosely, Billy lowers his head and takes several deep breaths, willing his control to come back.
“It just happened, okay?” Dom says after a long moment. “It’s alright.”
“It’s a lot of things, Dom, but alright isn’t one of them,” Billy corrects, still staring at the floor. “Far from it.”
“C’mon, Billy. We’re friends, aren’t we?” Dom asks quietly. “We’re not going to let a small thing like a shag on my couch ruin that, are we?”
Unable to stop himself, a faint smile flutters across Billy’s lips.
“And it was a damn good one, I must say,” Dom adds, low and seductive.
“Dom-”
“Spoilsport.”
“We can’t do this again,” Billy warns. “I mean it.”
“Okay,” Dom says mildly. “Whatever you say.”
“Dom-”
“I heard you.”
“Okay then.”
“It was a hell of a birthday present,” Dom remarks. “One I’ll never forget, that’s for sure.”
Sitting up straighter and looking over at Dom, Billy’s brow furrows. “This wasn’t a setup, was it?”
“What?”
“The phone call. The kiss,” Billy explains. “Is it really your birthday?”
“Well, I’d offer you my driver’s license as proof, but it’s in my jeans, and they’re laying on the bed in my room,” Dom replies, the corners of his mouth turning up into a suggestive smile. “I’d offer to show it to you, but something tells me you don’t want to walk in there with me.”
“No,” Billy replies quickly.
Shoulders shaking with laughter, Dom reaches over and rubs the tense muscles of Billy’s neck for a few moments. Thinking to himself, Dom then rises and walks over to the duffle bag he dropped by the front door. Reaching into the side pocket, Dom feels around, and then withdraws a small, dark red rectangle with dog-eared corners. Dropping back down onto the couch beside Billy and propping his bad leg up on the coffee table, Dom hands Billy what he’d gone in search of.
“Will a passport do?” Dom asks.
Nearly a minute passes in silence as Billy stares at the cover of the battered and obviously well used passport, debating on whether or not to look inside. He can’t help feeling that this is a test. Dom told him it’s his birthday. The question is, does he believe Dom? This is a man Billy has trusted with his most prized possession for months now. His beloved son. Despite the differences in opinion they have when it comes to Dom playing football, they’ve always been honest with each other, as far as Billy knows. Decision made, Billy hands the unopened passport back to Dom, choosing to trust his instincts.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” Billy says softly. “I’m sorry.”
“You can look, Billy. I won’t be offended,” Dom replies, his bare shoulder brushing against Billy’s gently. “Really. Just be warned, it’s a bad picture.”
“No. You wouldn’t lie to me,” Billy tells Dom as he looks over to meet and hold Dom’s gaze. “I trust you to tell me the truth.”
“Thank you.”
Laying his head on Billy’s shoulder, Dom silently draws the scent of Billy and his arousal into his lungs as his long fingers slide back and forth over his scarred knee, almost absently.
“I have to go,” Billy whispers. “Cameron’s movie will be almost over.”
“Okay,” Dom replies, straightening up and then rising awkwardly to his feet.
Following Billy over to the doorway to the kitchen, Dom reaches out, wrapping his fingers around Billy’s bicep, tugging him to a stop.
“What?” Billy asks, glancing at his arm and then up, directly into Dom’s eyes.
“Goodnight,” Dom replies quietly, pressing a soft kiss to Billy’s cheek before he can pull away.
The air is thick and heavy with sexual tension and the things that are being left unsaid.
“Goodnight, Dom,” Billy says finally.
Quickly slipping on his jacket and shoes, Billy exits the same way he arrived, grateful for the chilly air against his flushed cheeks.
It’s only when the gate closes behind Billy that Dom lets the façade of his composure and control slip away. Leaning unsteadily against the wall, Dom’s arms wrap around his nearly naked body, his eyes dropping closed at the memory of Billy’s tantalizing touch washes over him.
He honestly hadn’t intended for that to happen, but of course, Dom’s very glad that it did. Just the pressure of Billy’s small hand, through a layer of fabric, no less, had been more than sufficient to bring Dom off rather spectacularly. Glancing at the clock, Dom is stunned to realize that Billy managed to get him so worked up, so quickly. Then again, considering how long it’s been since someone other than Dom himself has touched him, perhaps Dom shouldn’t be so surprised. Billy has no idea what Dom’s sex life is like, other than that Dom quite enjoys being kissed and touched by Billy. There is an assumption on Billy’s part that Dom has not bothered to argue with, or attempt to correct.
Exhaling slowly, Dom pushes off the wall and limps down the hall to the loo, hating the idea of washing Billy off of his skin, but needing to clean up the sticky dampness in his shorts. In the end, Dom opts for a quick wipe down with a warm face flannel, unable to part with the sensual aroma of Billy’s cologne and arousal on his skin. Wiping away the glittery fluid, Dom finds himself wondering if Billy needed to wank after getting him off, and then fervently wishes that he could’ve returned the favor. He wishes that the evening had continued, in his bedroom.
Closing the kitchen door behind him and turning the lock, Billy sags against it, blood roaring in his ears, his hands shaking. One kiss. That’s all it was supposed to be, so how did Dom end up underneath him, again? And this time there was no cracked rib to distract him. In just a few minutes, Billy rubbed and stroked Dom’s lithe, slender body to a powerful, bone-melting orgasm. As a doctor, Billy’s eye is well trained and Dom’s dilated pupils were more than enough evidence that he’d climaxed and fallen into the abyss of pleasure. Then there was the dampness that seeped through his thin shorts. It’s only then that Billy brings his hand to his nose, drawing in a long breath and the scent of Dom’s release.
The truth of what has just happened shakes Billy to the core of his being. He has just had sex with Dom, his patient, but his heart is insisting that it was much more than that. It wasn’t about the physical act, it was about being close and sharing something intimate. He desperately wanted Dom, and he wants to touch Dom again. What has happened to the iron clad control that was cemented into place for more than a decade? How has Dom slipped inside his defenses, apparently with ease?
In the distance, Billy can hear the television and Cameron’s boyish laughter. For that, Billy is grateful, as he’s certainly not up for company at the moment. After all that has happened tonight, Billy isn’t ready to explain why there is a very visible tent in his trousers or that his face is flushed, his lips swollen from Dom’s passionate, eager kisses. Struggling to get his eyes to focus, Billy’s gaze lands on the kitchen table, and the memory of Dom wantonly stretched out on it, offering himself to Billy rips through his body so fast it steals his breath. The image hits Billy with the force of a punch, and before Billy knows what is happening, he’s practically throwing himself into the downstairs loo and locking the door behind him before tearing open his trousers, at last freeing his aching erection from its restrictive confines.
With one hand over his mouth to keep silent, Billy thrusts rapidly and erratically into his other hand, the same hand that had held Dom so intimately just minutes ago, fingers wrapped in a tight fist around his hard cock, the aroma of Dom surrounding him, almost drowning him. It doesn’t take more than a dozen strokes and Billy is whimpering, his glittering release flowing over his knuckles. Limbs shaking from the force of his orgasm, Billy feels his knees give out, and then he slides down the loo door to the floor, his mind unable to shake the image of Dom presented to him so erotically on the kitchen table. It’s long minutes later before Billy can muster the strength to rise and tuck himself back into his trousers, washing up in the basin and making himself presentable before walking into the living room to tell Cameron that it’s time for bed.
If Cameron notices that Billy is distracted, he doesn’t say anything, brushing his teeth without complaint before crawling under the coverlet. Automatically, Billy presses a tender kiss to Cameron’s forehead, belatedly wondering if his son can smell Dom on him. Fortunately, Cameron seems oblivious to Billy’s concern, giving his father a sleepy smile, snuggling into his pillow and closing his eyes. Ensuring that Cameron is tucked in for the night, Billy then walks down the hall to his own room, closing the door behind him.
Part of Billy, the sensible, doctor part, wants to jump into the shower and scrub Dom from his skin, but in the end, the man wins, Billy crawling naked into bed and falling into an uneasy sleep with Dom seeping into his pores. When Billy finally dreams, it’s of Dom beneath him, long limbs wrapped around him, eyes dark and full of passion, his gorgeous body writhing in wanton ecstasy. It doesn’t surprise Billy to awaken in the middle of the night, hard and aching. This time, Dom’s name tumbles from Billy’s lips, muffled against the pillow as he finds a second release, wishing that Dom was lying next to him.
Chapter 10
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