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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd May. 15th, 2006 07:29 am)Title: Fatherhood, Football, and Other Contact Sports - 11/16
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In his most vulnerable moment, Billy makes a request, but will Dom take him up on it?
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. As always, 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: You’ve waited for such a long time, over the weekend at least, and here is your reward. Enjoy! Hee! It’s also one of the longest chapters. 2nd longest, actually. Wheeee!
Previous Parts: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Chapter 11 - Surrender & Awakenings
Not needing a second invitation, Dom rises carefully from the narrow bed, Billy still wrapped up tightly in his arms. Holding Billy close to his body, free hand stroking Billy’s back tenderly, Dom guides them down the hall to Billy’s bedroom at a slow, unhurried pace, because after waiting for so long, he’s not about to rush things.
The doctor in Billy tries to make himself heard as Dom bears the majority of his weight, as his limbs are uncharacteristically wobbly.
“Your knee,” he whispers to Dom.
Cradling the fragile curve of Billy’s skull in his long fingered hand, Dom instantly covers Billy’s sweet mouth with his own in a long, deep kiss, disallowing another word of protest. This is not the time for Billy, the doctor, to be in charge. Billy, the man, needs to be taken care of, pleasured and caressed, and that’s all that matters right now.
When Dom’s leg finds the edge of the large bed, he turns and guides Billy to sit down on the mattress with reverent care, gazing at him with unmasked emotions. Shaken by the intense heat of the desire in Dom’s hungry blue-grey eyes, Billy feels a warmth extend across his face, through his chest and abdomen, along his legs, all the way down to the tips of his toes. The icy chill of unreasonable doubt is melting, taking the last lingering vestige of his reserve with it. All he can think of is Dom and the way he feels when they kiss and touch.
Kneeling beside the bed between Billy’s parted legs, Dom doesn’t feel the broken pieces of cartilage that usually makes such movements painful. With his full attention on Billy, Dom slowly unfastens the small white buttons of Billy’s dress shirt, folding back the material with extreme care, as if unwrapping the most precious of gifts. Soft lips greet each new bit of creamy skin as Dom blazes an agonizingly slow trail down the center of Billy’s furry chest, making him shiver deliciously.
“You are so incredibly soft,” Dom murmurs gently, moving continually over heated flesh. “Amazing.”
When Dom’s warm, wet tongue slides over a sensitive nipple, Billy whimpers and bites down on his lower lip to keep from crying out.
Lifting his head, Dom’s heated gaze locks with Billy’s, and then his tongue is tenderly soothing the skin Billy’s sharp teeth has reddened.
“Don’t do that, Bills,” Dom whispers softly. “Please don’t hold anything back from me. I want to know what gives pleasure.”
Billy’s eyes are deep green pools of desire as he replies, “You pleasure me, Dom.”
Groaning quietly, Dom reminds himself that they have waited a long time for this and it must be done right. Taking a deep breath, Dom forces himself to move slowly, and savor every moment. It’s the least that Billy deserves, after finally letting Dom get close, see him so vulnerable and exposed.
“You are unbelievably perfect,” Dom breathes against the hollow of Billy’s throat, his warm, wet tongue darting out for a frustratingly brief taste of Billy’s fragrant skin. “Do you have any idea how crazy I am about your skin? How crazy I am for all of you? Every last inch?”
Billy’s skin warms and his blood hums in his veins like a live wire as Dom’s lips and hands move over him, learning the intimate secrets of his aroused body. Shirt dissolving away, Billy’s socks and trousers are next as Dom undresses him with agonizing leisure. Treating each new discovery with the same extended exploration, Dom’s lips taste every inch of bared skin as he draws out each exquisite sensation, until he’s certain that Billy can take no more of his tender torture.
When Dom’s fingers slide under the elastic waistband of Billy’s boxers, Billy nods and lifts his hips off the mattress, pressing against Dom’s hands.
“Dommie, please,” he whispers desperately, his voice a ragged thread of sound.
“Not yet,” Dom replies, smiling at the alteration to his name. “Soon.”
Warm breath fans the pale skin of Billy’s stomach, moving lower and lower, following the path of Dom’s long, elegant fingers as he rids Billy of the final barrier. Tongue playing with agonizing abandon as Dom’s fingers tease him, Billy reaches out, his small palm coming into contact with Dom’s t-shirt.
“Let me,” Billy complains softly, realizing through the dizzying fog of passion surrounding them that Dom is still fully dressed. He’s doing all the taking, and giving nothing to Dom in return.
Catching Billy’s hand in his, Dom lifts it to his lips, where he presses an evocative kiss deep into the center of Billy’s small palm. Billy is stunned as the innocent gesture causes a respondent quickening at the core of his body. Trembling at Dom’s touch, Billy tries to speak, but can’t, his breath ragged and unsteady.
“We’ve all night,” Dom whispers, shaking his head in a slow, deliberate gesture as he rises to perch on the edge of the bed and leans Billy back against the pillows, encouraging Billy to enjoy what he’s offering.
“Dom-”
“Look at this,” Dom murmurs appreciatively with a low groan as his gaze roams over Billy’s bare skin. “Did I ever tell you that your skin is like pearls?”
Risking a glance down, Billy’s blood flashes to volcanic temperatures as he stares at the deeply tanned hand splayed across the pale expanse of his belly. The contrast is jolting, and as he dares to meet the dark, smoldering pools of Dom’s expressive eyes, Billy knows that Dom is being affected as potently as he is.
Stroking hands becoming more demanding, Dom’s lips are firm as they travel the length of Billy’s body, only to return again and again to savor the intense sweetness of Billy’s cherubic mouth. Unable to get enough of the feel of Billy, the taste of him, Billy’s scent swirls in Dom’s mind like an inhaled drug, serving to drive him mad.
As he moans with pleasure, Billy’s pliant body moves fluidly under Dom’s passionate embrace, and if he was capable of speech, Billy knows he would be begging Dom profusely to take him now. As Dom discovers points of pleasure that he never knew existed, Billy can only close his eyes and ride the spiraling passion that carries him higher and higher. To be touched, caressed and cherished so tenderly is intoxicating, enveloping Billy in a warm blanket of comfort and safety, and incredible sensations.
When Dom’s roving tongue slides up the sensitive skin of Billy’s inner thighs, Billy quivers and whimpers in response, breath quickening as he wantonly moans Dom’s name. Cupping Billy’s hips in his capable hands, Dom’s lips and tongue explore greedily, lapping gently at the pale flesh before nuzzling his nose into Billy’s ginger curls, drawing in the heady aroma of Billy’s arousal deep into his lungs. Feeling Billy’s fingers card through his tousled blonde hair, Dom moves one of his hands from Billy’s hip to his hard erection, sliding his long fingers from root to glistening tip.
Glancing up to make sure that Billy is watching him, Dom’s tongue darts out to lick the glittering fluid on the end of his finger. The resulting whimper and wild thrust of hips is exactly what Dom is hoping for, and his eyes smolder at the realization of how open and giving Billy is, expressing his emotions as Dom touches him so tenderly. The passionate man that Dom knew existed, but has only seen glimpses of, is now stretched out before him, his heart as bare as his body, agonizing in it’s intimacy.
Moving higher, Dom’s tongue traces the crease between hip and thigh before moving across Billy’s heaving, lower stomach, kissing and tasting at a leisurely pace. Whimpers of enjoyment fill the quiet as Billy lays sprawled helplessly beneath Dom, overcome with delicious pleasure. Panting for breath, Billy watches through half lidded eyes as Dom moves away, just far enough so he can quickly strip off his t-shirt, blue jeans and socks, eagerly kicking the discarded clothes aside. Returning to the bed, Dom is overwhelmed with need and desire, his swollen lips roving over every inch of Billy’s body, tasting every masculine pore as long suppressed passion explodes. Rolling back and forth across the wide bed, they feast on each others flesh, kissing, licking and tasting as hands roam endlessly.
Caught up in the escalating energy surrounding them, Billy feels his own need rising faster than he’s ever experienced before, passion soaring as high and as strong as Dom’s. Together, they bring each other to the brink, riding a wave that carries them beyond anything they’ve ever known, out into a universe of their own making. Sinking fully into Dom’s embrace, Billy trembles wildly, desire robbing him of his iron clad control, but overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations, Billy is beyond caring.
“Billy?” Dom whispers, breath hot and unsteady against Billy’s neck.
“What?” Billy gasps in return.
“Have you got-”
Blindly reaching over to the nightstand, Billy fumbles his way to the back of the top drawer, finally producing a brand new bottle of lubricant. Eyes fluttering closed, Billy presses it into Dom’s hand as their lips come together once again and his arms wrap around Dom's slender waist.
“Billy-”
Opening his eyes, Billy’s brow furrows at the serious expression on Dom’s face.
“Protection,” Dom explains at Billy’s gaze. “Have you- I mean, do you want-”
“Oh,” Billy says softly, lips forming a perfect round circle.
“I’m clean. I mean, I know I’m clean, but I’ll understand,” Dom adds quietly. “Safety first.”
“How long?” Billy asks, curious, now that Dom has opened the door to the subject. As Dom’s lover, laying naked in bed together, he’s now entitled to such information.
“You’ve seen my medical chart,” Dom replies, his gaze focused on Billy’s eyes. “They took all sorts of blood before my surgery. Tested me for things I’ve never even heard of. Everything came back clean then, and again at my yearly before the new season started.”
It takes a few moments, and then confusion turns to shocked realization. What Dom isn’t saying. He hasn’t been tested since, because there’s been no need to. He’s hasn’t been with anyone since-
“Nobody?” Billy whispers, eyes locked on Dom’s. “But that’s almost a year ago now.”
“Football players with injuries aren’t that sexy,” Dom offers with a tiny, wry smile. “So I learned.”
“Says who?” Billy retorts and then pulls Dom to him for a hungry, searing kiss.
Eyes drunk with desire, Billy shifts so his thighs are parted wide, and then slides a hand down Dom’s back as they find a comfortable position. When Dom’s lips move to his neck, Billy’s head tips to one side to give Dom more room to work, a sigh of pleasure pushing past his lips. In a devastatingly slow and leisurely pace, Dom explores Billy’s bare skin, lapping at his pulse point, sucking on the spot where neck and shoulder meet, and nibbling at the fleshy lobe of his ear.
Fingers carding through Dom’s already mussed blonde hair, Billy can only hang on as Dom slowly dissolves any semblance of coherency in his mind, taking away his ability to speak. Just when Billy thinks he can’t stand it anymore, Dom captures his mouth in another long, deep, mind melting kiss, reducing his bones to the consistency of melted wax.
As though cradling the most delicate of treasures, Dom’s hands and mouth travel down the length of Billy’s body, taking extra time to stroke the soft, ginger chest hair, suck Billy’s pink nipples into stiff peaks and thrust his tongue into Billy’s navel. A line of feathery kisses are pressed to Billy’s quivering stomach, and then Dom’s nose is nuzzling into the curly hair at the apex of Billy’s trembling thighs. Hearing Billy gasp and whimper with pleasure, Dom allows Billy to pull him back up until their eyes meet. Cupping Dom’s flushed cheek with a visibly shaking hand, Billy uses his other to guide Dom’s fingers between his thighs and find his entrance.
“Please, Dommie,” Billy requests, voice ragged and eyes dark with passion.
Sliding the tip of his tongue wetly along the seam of Billy’s cherubic lips, Dom nods in consent before reaching over and finding the bottle of lubricant. Pouring a generous amount into his palm to warm it, Dom slicks two fingers and then gently presses between Billy’s cheeks. Watching Billy’s face closely for any sign of discomfort, Dom tenderly and patiently works a finger into the intense heat, acquiescing when Billy pulls him closer so their lips can meet. Smiling at Billy’s mewl of protest when he removes his finger, Dom adds more lubricant and then resumes stretching the tight ring of muscle, this time with two fingers. Gazing into Billy’s smoldering eyes, Dom can see him attempting to make his body relax, only to be caught up in a wave of ecstasy when Dom’s fingers move deeper inside him.
Then a thought hits Dom so hard that it steals his breath.
“Bills, is this your first-”
“No,” Billy gasps in reply, fingers tightening their hold on Dom’s strong shoulders, pushing down, trying to take more of Dom into his body. “But it’s been a while.”
Capturing Billy’s swollen mouth in a searing kiss, Dom slides a third finger inside, gently scissoring them back and forth, stretching the opening until he’s sure that Billy can accommodate him relatively comfortably. Curling his fingers forward, Dom quickly finds the spongy spot guaranteed to bring Billy immense pleasure and pets it gently, drinking in the vision of Billy thrashing desperately beneath him, their eyes locked as Billy clings to him.
“Now, Dommie,” Billy begs shamelessly. “Now. Please.”
Slowly withdrawing his fingers, Dom slicks his rock hard erection with a shaking hand before positioning himself between Billy’s widely splayed thighs. Bracing his weight on one elbow, Dom looks deep into the deep pools of Billy’s desire-filled green eyes, presses a series of tender kisses to his mouth, and then ever so slowly and gently, breaches Billy’s entrance. The intense heat and tightness squeezes Dom’s erection as he carefully settles into the cradle of Billy’s hips.
Breath rushing out, ragged and unsteady, Billy takes Dom into his body as he gazes up at Dom, fingertips sliding up and down the smooth skin of Dom’s lean back, gently caressing. It’s clear to Dom that it’s been a very long time since Billy was touched this way, and that knowledge makes him pause, until he feels Billy relax around him.
“Ready, Bills?” Dom asks, surprised at the hoarseness of his voice.
Unsteadily, Billy nods and then shifts slightly, wrapping his legs around Dom’s hips, hands pulling at Dom’s biceps.
“Please,” he manages to say.
Eyes never leaving Billy’s, Dom begins to rock his hips slowly and gently, in an unhurried rhythm, intending to draw out the incredible sensation and pleasure for as long as possible. At Billy’s breathless request, Dom starts to move faster, thrust deeper, and when Billy’s lips and teeth find his neck, Dom is lost. When Dom tries to pull away, Billy drags him in deeper, and whenever Billy pulls back, Dom immediately follows. Mouths meet and part in hungry, wet, passionate kisses as the edge of release grows closer by the second.
Writhing in ecstasy, Billy’s small hands clutch helplessly at Dom’s shoulders and back as erotic sensations overwhelm him completely. Moaning when he feels Billy’s hard erection trapped between their bellies, fluid from Billy’s leaking arousal slicking their heated skin, Dom watches Billy shamelessly buck beneath him, arching his back as breathless words of encouragement fall from his rosy, cherubic lips. Shaking from the effort of holding back, Dom feels one of Billy’s hands clutch at his slender back, the other carding through his mussed hair, and then Billy’s moving, tightening his legs around Dom’s waist and increasing the speed and strength of Dom’s thrusts. Control all but gone, the only thing Dom can do is hold on, give in, and fall into the abyss of their shared pleasure.
Just when Billy thinks they’ve gone too high, too far to survive, he’s flung into the heavens, where the pleasure is beyond immense, blinding in it’s brilliance. Clinging to Dom’s sweaty body, Billy cries out as Dom finally lets himself go, hot pulses of his release spurting forth to warm Billy’s insides. Pulling their mouths together for a wet, passionate kiss, Billy surrenders, slippery fluid coating their stomachs as Dom collapses over him.
Billy is unaware of just how long they lay there, intimately joined; it may be just a few minutes or even hours. Stunned by the intensity of the feelings Dom has unleashed, Billy is actually more astounded by the realization that he has fallen completely in love with Dom. Billy Boyd, pragmatic physician, has fallen in love with a man unable or unwilling to enter into a commitment. The thought is far too depressing to consider, so Billy quickly shoves it away, choosing instead to bathe in the warm afterglow of their passionate lovemaking.
As Dom gradually becomes aware of his surroundings, he attempts to move away.
“Don’t go,” Billy whispers, his fingers running light trails over the rippling muscles of Dom’s tanned back. “I love the feel of you inside me. Stay just a little longer.”
“I’ll crush you,” Dom replies softly, honestly not in any hurry to move.
“That’s alright,” Billy says with a laugh, a rich, musical sound that causes Dom’s belly to flutter. “I know a great sports doctor who’s terrific at healing any little sprains or bruises.”
Palm sliding down Billy’s side, Dom is delighted by the sensation of Billy’s soft, bare skin. Part of him had believed that once he’d made love with Billy he’d be over his obsessive passion, but now, sheathed in the tight, velvet warmth, Dom realizes that he’ll never get enough of the sexy, Scottish doctor. Ever.
“You said it would be incredible, and you were right,” Billy murmurs, pressing a series of feathery kisses along the bumpy line of a shoulder that has seen more than it’s share of injuries. “You were so very, very right.”
Reluctantly leaving the soft cushion of Billy’s spent body, Dom rolls onto his side, pulling Billy with him. Elegant hands following the curves and planes of the older man’s body, Dom smiles down at him.
“You’re a remarkable man, Dr. Boyd.”
Gazing at Dom with sated eyes, Billy slides his palm down the length of Dom’s tanned skin, loving the feel of the hard, toned muscles under his fingertips. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Football Hero.”
When Billy’s hand pauses on his upper thigh, Dom feels a renewed desire stirring, low in his belly. A question has developed in Dom’s mind, and although he hates to ask, he has to know.
“Any regrets?” he asks nervously, gnawing on his lower lip for a moment.
“Not a one,” Billy answers honestly.
Leaning forward, Dom captures Billy’s cherubic lips in a long, deep kiss, and Billy meets the kiss ardently, lips greedy as he wraps his arms around Dom, willing his mind to go blank. Stunned by the naked desperation in Billy’s response, Dom feels the earth slipping away.
“Wow,” Dom says as finally they come up for air. “If that’s your latest tactic for keeping me off the football pitch, I just might end up spending the rest of my days here in your very comfortable bed.”
“If I believed that you meant that, I’d take you up on it,” Billy replies softly. Don’t push, he warns himself silently, closing his eyes and concentrating instead on the magic of Dom’s caressing hands.
“Are you really okay?” Dom asks gently as he settles on the mattress next to Billy, one hand pillowing his head, the other splaying almost possessively over Billy’s belly.
Eyes fluttering open, Billy gazes up at Dom, blinking several times before laying his hand over Dom’s and lacing their fingers together.
“Aye, I am,” Billy finally replies, then draws his lower lip between his teeth, reddening the tender curve of flesh.
“Billy-”
Opening his mouth to respond, Billy finds that he can’t as Dom’s lips have closed over his in a soft, gentle kiss.
“Who’s that?” Dom asks when they part, nodding at a small silver picture frame sitting next to a school portrait of Cameron on the nightstand, just visible in the dimly lit room as the sun has set and darkness is beginning to fall.
Following Dom’s line of vision, the corners of Billy’s mouth quirk up into a fond smile.
“That’s Maggie, my sister.”
“And you?” Dom adds, focusing on the young boy in the photograph, bright eyed and smiling.
“I was about Cameron’s age when it was taken, actually. Maybe a wee bit older.”
“He looks just like you,” Dom says gently. “Exactly the same.”
“Aye, he definitely takes after his father,” Billy agrees. “I don’t see much of Ab-”
Stopping abruptly, Billy draws in an unsteady breath, his body tensing at the thought of his ex-wife.
“Do you want to tell me about her?” Dom asks softly. “Abby, I mean.”
Blinking rapidly to clear the sudden excess moisture filling his eyes, Billy inhales and exhales several times.
“There’s not much to tell,” he replies, once he’s relatively sure that his voice won’t wobble.
Dom arches an eyebrow at Billy in disbelief.
“Liar.”
“Dom-”
“How did you meet?” Dom interrupts smoothly. “Were you sixth form sweethearts?”
“No. We met at uni. First year. Both being pre-med, we had lots of things in common. Studying. Long nights in the lab,” Billy explains, head lolling to one side. “We spent so much time together that people just assumed that we were a couple. We went out to celebrate after we both passed some really tough examinations and ended up in bed. It’s not something that we talked about, it just was what it was. It was familiar. Comfortable. It worked for us.”
“And when she got pregnant?” Dom prompts.
“It was an accident,” Billy confesses. “We had been accepted at our first choices for hospitals, for our residencies. We were broke, so we ordered takeaway and drank a couple bottles of cheap wine. Cameron was conceived that night, because I forgot to use protection.”
“Oops.”
“I was happy, drunk and horny, not that Abby considered those valid reasons,” Billy continues with a sigh. “I was so busy at the hospital, working more than eighty hours a week, that I didn’t even realize that I’d forgotten until I came home one day and found the pregnancy test in the rubbish bin in the loo.”
“She didn’t tell you?” Dom asks in astonishment, his eyes widening in surprise.
“You need to understand that we could go for days without seeing each other. I was working in Casualty, she was on a surgical rotation,” Billy explains. “Long hours, not enough sleep, but a never-ending mountain of work. There were times that I’d be crawling out of bed just as she was sliding in. Most of the time, I was just too tired for sex. You know you’re exhausted when you’d rather sleep than mess around.”
“What did she say?” Dom inquires. “About the test?”
“That she had an appointment at a clinic the next day to get rid of it,” Billy replies flatly. “That she didn’t have time for a baby. It was a mistake.”
“Then how-”
“I begged her,” Billy interrupts, his tone heavy and dark. “On my knees. I promised her that she wouldn’t have to do anything, other than carry it to term. As soon as the baby was born, I’d take care of everything. After a while, she finally relented. Canceled the appointment. Honestly, I thought she’d change her mind, once she felt him kick, saw him or held him, but she never did. With every passing week, she became more and more distant. The wedding was a formality, something we did on a rare day off from the hospital.”
“She didn’t want Cam from the start?” Dom asks in stunned disbelief. He cannot comprehend not wanting to have anything to do with the amazing little boy that he has come to know and love over the last several months. Silently, Dom wonders why she agreed not to terminate the pregnancy, if she felt so strongly.
“No, she didn’t. ‘It wasn’t a convenient time,’ ” Billy replies, quoting the words seared on his memory. “Abby refused to slow down, jeopardize her career, she said, or put it on hold, even when she was more than eight months along. She was so angry when she went into labor three weeks early. It wasn’t in her plan of how things were going to work. She had things to do. She was all scrubbed and gloved up to go into surgery when her water broke. A friend who worked in surgical recovery called me, and I came running. I was scared that something was wrong.”
“He was alright?” Dom asks, brow furrowed in concern, wondering if there had been complications because of the premature birth.
“Cameron was small, but healthy,” Billy tells him, smiling as he recalls the immense relief he felt. “Strong and determined, even then. The maternity ward nurses kept a really close eye on him for me, made sure that he was comfortable and they held him a lot, knowing that it made me happy. I know I’m biased, but I think he was beautiful and perfect from the start, rarely crying, never fussy. He just laid there in his bassinet, all bundled up, and watched everything around him with such fascination, like he understood what was happening. The nurses were so sad when I got to take him home, but they were happy for me that he was doing so well.”
“How did you manage, working so much and taking such good care of him?” Dom wonders aloud. “Alone?”
“Maggie helped out for a couple of weeks, and then I got him into a daycare program at the hospital. When I worked nights, he stayed with a nanny.”
“Ouch. That must have been expensive.”
“She was a friend of a friend with a child of her own,” Billy says. “After the first week, she dropped her rate in half, because she said Cameron was hardly any work at all. Livvie was like another aunt to Cameron until he was almost three, and then I was done with my residency.” Pausing, Billy sighs. “I found a job at a clinic where I worked more regular hours. No evenings, only on call one weekend a month. Less pay than what I wanted, but it was worth it to have breakfast and dinner together every single day.”
“And Abby?”
“Relentlessly pursued her goal of becoming a top rate surgeon, landing a prestigious job as a member of a surgical team with very long hours,” Billy replies. “I didn’t see much of her, but by then, we had grown so far apart I didn’t even think about it. I guess I just wouldn’t allow myself to see the truth, that we’d never been a couple. At that point, Cameron was my focus. He was my world. My everything. Still is.”
“Where did Cobby come from?” Dom inquires, fingers sliding up Billy’s chest and stroking the soft, ginger hair in lazy, soothing caresses. “I’ve always wanted to know.”
“Cameron didn’t tell you?” Billy asks in surprise.
“I never asked him,” Dom admits, a bit sheepishly. “I wasn’t sure if it was a secret or something, and I didn’t want to make Cam uncomfortable or cause him to break a confidence.”
“On Sunday’s, Cameron and I would spend the day together. It was our day, just the two of us. I worked other people’s shifts, so I could have Sundays with him,” Billy explains, exhaling softly. “We were out one day and we came across this little café that sold tea with these little chocolates called Cobbers. I loved them, and wanted to show them to Cameron.”
“Hey, are those the ones that are hard and chocolate on the outside, but when you chew, they’re all soft and squishy?” Dom asks, brow furrowing in thought. “The center is caramel?”
“Those are the ones,” Billy replies with a nod. “He tried to pronounce ‘Cobber’ to the girl behind the counter, but it came out ‘Cobby’ instead. They became our favorite, and the name stuck.”
“Cobber. It suits you,” Dom comments.
“What?”
“They’re like you,” Dom elaborates. “A wee bit hard on the outside, but sweet and tasty on the inside.”
Billy’s cheeks flush pink as he ducks his head for a moment. “Dom-”
“So you did something together every Sunday?”
“Rain or shine,” Billy confirms, grateful for the change of subject. “We started going before he was two years old, and I kept it up through the divorce, when everything else was a mess. I was trying to keep things as normal as possible for him, to protect him.”
“Have you been going since you moved back to Glasgow?” Dom asks, trying to recall the times that Billy’s Mini wasn’t in the driveway on the weekends.
“I haven’t been able to find Cobbers here, but yeah,” Billy replies, voice wavering slightly. “This Sunday will be the first time we’ve missed it. Call me selfish, but I was hoping that Cameron would’ve realized it and said something. That he was going to miss our time together.”
“I’m sure he will,” Dom offers soothingly, ducking his head and tenderly kissing Billy’s cheek. “I’m sure he misses you so much already.”
“I didn’t realize just how much life he brings to each and every moment of every day,” Billy whispers. “The house is so quiet without him.”
“It was noisy a little while ago,” Dom points out, a teasing smile fluttering across his rosy lips.
“Dom-”
“How long has it been?” Dom inquires, fingers sliding along the column of Billy’s throat. “I know it’s been a while, and something tells me that you don’t bottom all that often.”
“No, I don’t,” Billy admits softly. “And I haven’t been with anyone since the day my divorce papers arrived.”
At Dom’s confused look, Billy shifts and looks down at Dom’s hand, now motionless on his chest.
“Cameron was almost four when I found out about the affair and confronted Abby,” Billy continues, eyes flat and dull as he recalls the painful memories. “She wasn’t even sorry. She said that I was dragging her down, that we didn’t want the same things. We agreed that it was over, she packed a bag and left, to be with ‘him,’ I guess. I sent Cameron to Maggie’s for a few days, so he wouldn’t have to watch his mother pack her things and leave without a backward glance.”
“You were protecting him,” Dom interjects softly.
“I came home after work and the flat had been cleaned out. She took most of everything, except for what was in Cameron’s room,” Billy says, shaking his head from side to side. “I paid for all that, so she never touched a thing there. I didn’t know what I was going to do, and then an old friend from medical school showed up. He’d heard what had happened, and he dropped by to see if there was anything he could help with.”
“Distraction,” Dom adds, unable to imagine the pain Billy had been in at that time, and struggling to manage on his own.
“He volunteered to crash on the couch while I slept in Cameron’s bed, and the next day we started looking for a new bed for me.”
“Wait. She took the bed?” Dom asks, eyes wide with disbelief.
“Aye, but she did me a favor. I didn’t want it anyways,” Billy replies ruefully. “I didn’t want anything she had touched. All of it had been a lie. I didn’t want anything from her. Except Cameron.”
“And you got him.”
“It took all of my savings to pay for the lawyer, money that I planned to put towards Cameron’s uni fund, but I figured if Abby got custody of Cameron, a uni fund would be moot.”
“So, you went looking for a new bed,” Dom prompts, directing Billy back to the original subject.
“We ended up painting and furnishing the flat in just a couple of days, over the weekend. Any evidence of her was gone, and I could finally breathe again,” Billy says. “That night we sat around talking, polishing off a significant portion of my whiskey, and before the night was over, we ended up in bed together.”
“It was your first time, with a bloke?” Dom asks softly, unnaturally jealous of the man who had taken Billy’s virginity.
“It’s not like I hadn’t thought about it, or had the urge before,” Billy explains, flushing and averting his eyes. “When I sat down and was honest with myself, I’d been interested in blokes for as long as I’d been curious about sex. I just got caught up in my grandmother’s expectations, what my parents would think, and society in general. I realized that I'd been repressing my gay urges my whole life, trying to do the ‘right’ thing. I did what I was supposed to do: Fall in love and marry the pretty girl. Work hard, get the career, have a couple of kids and live happily ever after.”
Reciting the list, Billy counts the items off on his small fingers.
“At least I tried to do it. After what happened with Abby, I decided that there was no point lying anymore. I had Cameron. He was the one, incredible thing about that time, and other than that, I wasn’t interested in that life anymore.”
“It didn’t last, between you and your friend?” Dom asks gently, amazed at what all Billy has overcome in his complicated life, and still managed to raise a wonderful child.
“I was served with divorce papers at the hospital a few days later. He was the one to end it, because he didn’t want Abby to have any reason to use against me in a custody battle for Cameron,” Billy says softly. “At first I was angry, hurt and confused, but then I realized that he’d done it because he knew that it would kill me if I lost Cameron. He knew Abby, and made the choice. He unselfishly put my needs ahead of his own.”
“Did you stay friends?” Dom asks cautiously.
“Aye. We had some time apart, and then we ran into each other shortly after the divorce was final,” Billy replies. “He’d met someone, and was happy. I couldn’t blame him for not waiting for me. I’m the first one to admit that I’ve got more than my fair share of complications and baggage.”
“And since then, nothing?”
“Not so much as a kiss until that night by the pool,” Billy confirms, his blush deepening as he recalls the sensation of being pinned to the wall of the pool house, enveloped in Dom’s warm embrace.
“Oh, I think it started the day before,” Dom says. “In the downstairs loo.”
Recalling the memory of Dom’s face a mere whisper from his own, in that tiny, stifling room, Billy nods.
“Aye,” he agrees softly.
A long, quiet moment stretches out, but it’s not uncomfortable, both processing what Billy has shared.
“Are you going to say it?” Billy asks finally, breaking the silence, the fingers not splayed over his chest sliding through Dom’s tousled hair.
“Say what?” Dom asks, brow furrowing in confusion, unconsciously tilting his head, encouraging Billy’s caress.
“ ‘I told you so,’ ” Billy explains. “You said that we’d end up here eventually, and we did. You didn’t even have to talk me into bed. I asked you.”
Swallowing hard, Billy meets Dom’s gaze and waits, mouth quirking up into a smile when Dom doesn’t speak and instead ducks his head to trail a line of feathery kisses down Billy’s neck and along his pale, bare shoulder. When Dom’s hand wraps more firmly around his waist, Billy allows Dom to guide his body until they’re spooned together, his back pressed against Dom’s chest.
“Comfortable?” Dom whispers, nuzzling his nose into the nape of Billy’s smooth neck.
“Mmm-hmm.”
The soothing rhythm of Dom’s hot breath on his skin, and the gentle petting of his chest begins to lull Billy into a peaceful, erotic daydream, stealing the last of his strength. Thanks to the exhaustion from their lovemaking and the now moonlit room, Billy is on the edge of sleep, eyelids no longer fighting to stay open, when Dom shifts, starting to quietly pull away. Tensing, Billy tightens his hold on Dom’s arm.
“Don’t-”
Stopping abruptly and biting down on his lower lip, Billy curses himself for presuming and then asking Dom to spend the night. Dom hadn’t made him any promises, other than great sex, and they’d certainly had that. It’s not fair to expect Dom to stay with him all night along.
“I’m not leaving, Bills,” Dom says softly, pressing a kiss to Billy’s shoulder. “Just going to the loo. I’ll be right back, as long as you don’t mind me staying the night.”
“Stay,” Billy whispers, grateful for the darkness so his flaming cheeks can’t be seen.
“Alright then.”
There is another kiss, this one pressed to Billy’s hair, and then Dom slips away from Billy’s warmth. Padding naked across the room in the low, blue light, Billy watches Dom’s long, lean form until he disappears from view. Billy hears the taps run, and then Dom reappears, moving almost silently as he returns to his original position. Instead of curling back into Billy, Dom sits on the bed, and then a warm, damp face flannel is being drawn over the curve of Billy’s arse. When Billy flinches in surprise, Dom lays his free hand on Billy’s hip to steady him.
“Shhh. I’m just cleaning you up, Bills. You’re kinda sticky,” Dom whispers gently. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
Before Billy can protest, the combination of lubricant and semen has been tenderly wiped away, Dom taking extra care around Billy’s undoubtedly sore entrance.
“I’ve got a dry flannel, too,” Dom adds. “If you want.”
Pressing the folded square of soft cloth into Billy’s hand, Dom slips away from the bed once again, depositing the wet flannel in the basin in the loo and then snuggling under the coverlet, curling into the curves of Billy’s languid body. Slipping a long arm around Billy’s narrow waist and drawing his knees up, Dom splays his fingers over Billy’s chest, smiling when Billy shifts backwards, bringing their bodies closer, feet tangling together comfortably. Sliding his other arm into the void of space between Billy’s neck and the pillow, Dom settles in, nose and forehead nuzzled into the back of Billy’s neck as his eyes drop closed.
“G’night, Bills,” he murmurs sleepily.
Laying a hand over Dom’s on his chest and squeezing it gently, Billy exhales slowly. “G’night.”
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It’s tender caresses to his chest that finally pull Billy completely from sleep, though he’s been drifting along the edges since the sky had begun to lighten nearly half an hour ago. No alarm clock was set last night, as it is now the holidays so Billy doesn’t have to go into the clinic today, but his body still knows that it’s the time that he usually rises for his daily run. Eyes remaining closed, Billy concentrates on keeping his breathing slow and deep as Dom’s long, elegant fingers slide up and down his furry chest, gently petting and soothing. Shifting slightly, Dom snuggles in closer, breath warm against the back of Billy’s neck as his hand continues to move, never slowing for even an instant.
Slowly, the memories of last night begin to fill Billy’s mind, Dom finding him in Cameron’s room, their incredible, passionate lovemaking, Dom taking gentle care of Billy as he let his guard down, allowing Dom access to his wounded heart. In one night, Dom has almost completely dismantled the barriers that Billy has used to keep people away, and now here they are, waking up in the same bed, completely starkers, wrapped in each others arms. Questions begin to flood Billy’s thoughts, and unconsciously, the muscles in his body begin to tense up.
“Shhh,” Dom mumbles, rubbing his nose into the nape of Billy’s neck and then kissing the soft skin. “S’okay, Bills.”
Hand sliding up Billy’s chest, Dom’s fingers slip to the left to toy with a nipple, Billy sighing with pleasure as it stiffens into a rosy peak. Placing soft, nibbling kisses to Billy’s neck and shoulders, Dom’s hand slides over to Billy’s other nipple, this time squeezing and caressing the sensitive nub until Billy is gasping.
“That’s more like it,” Dom comments in a gravely voice, smiling against Billy’s hair, lowering his head and teasing Billy’s fleshy earlobe with the tip of his tongue. “Want me to keep going?”
“Yesssss,” Billy hisses, arching his back and rocking his arse into Dom’s hips.
Slipping his long arm out from under the pillow they shared, Dom continues petting and stroking the soft, ginger hair covering Billy’s chest as his lips blaze a hot, wet trail down the shallow groove of Billy’s spine. Whimpering and moaning at Dom’s erotic touch, Billy clutches the pillow above his head when Dom’s sinful mouth reaches the small of his back.
“Dom-”
Ignoring the soft cry of uncertainty, Dom’s hand slides down Billy’s chest, briefly teasing at his belly button and then firmly gripping a hip as his tongue laps at Billy’s back dimples.
“Turn over,” he whispers, applying some pressure to Billy’s hip, guiding the Scotsman onto his back.
Complying, Billy can’t make himself look as Dom shifts and settles himself between Billy’s now widely splayed thighs. Body throbbing with need, arousal pressing insistently against Dom’s warm, bare skin, it’s all Billy can do to keep from begging for Dom to touch him, kiss him. Anything.
“Billy?”
“Hmmm?”
“Open your eyes,” Dom instructs softly, breath hot and moist against Billy’s skin, low on his stomach.
Drawing in a ragged breath, Billy slowly obeys, the green pools of his eyes dark with arousal as they lock with Dom’s.
“Is this okay?” Dom asks, fingers of one hand splayed over Billy’s belly, feeling the faint quivering.
“Aye,” Billy moans quietly.
“Good.”
Lowering his head, Dom trails kisses from Billy’s left hip bone to his right, then slides his talented tongue along the crease between hip and thigh, all the way down until his rosy lips are a breath away from Billy’s hard, throbbing erection.
“Dommie,” Billy whimpers, hips undulating helplessly. “Please . . .”
Wordlessly acquiescing to his lover’s request, Dom gently takes Billy’s swollen arousal into his hot, wet mouth, sinking down as far as he can manage. Long tongue swirling eagerly around the thick shaft, Dom tightens his lips and begins bobbing his head, sucking in a slow, lazy, sensual rhythm. At the end of each withdrawal, Dom places a soft kiss to the sensitive head of Billy’s arousal, or laps at the salty fluid leaking from the small slit.
When a strangled gasping moan of pleasure rips from Billy’s throat, Dom smiles and sinks back down, taking Billy in, all the way to the root. A moment later, Billy’s small fingers are gripping the tousled strands of Dom’s sun-kissed blonde hair and holding firmly as Dom continues to suck in utter abandon, fingers sliding over Billy’s hips in endless, hungry caresses.
Completely overcome by the exquisite sensations Dom is lavishing on him, Billy turns to quicksilver in Dom’s hands, bucking and writhing, groaning loudly and trembling violently as Dom’s stabbing tongue grows greedy, desperate for more of Billy. Mewling with pleasure, frantically begging for release, Billy thrusts into Dom’s hot, wet mouth as much as Dom will allow, the tanned hands on Billy’s hips controlling his movements. Moments later, Billy’s muscles pull up tight, and then he’s crying out raggedly in ecstasy as he spins out over the edge of bliss, pulses of his intimate warmth coating Dom’s talented tongue and then being eagerly swallowed down.
Limp and spent, Billy watches through half-lidded eyes as Dom laps at his softening flesh, then presses a kiss to the inside of Billy’s thigh before looking up to meet Billy’s gaze.
“G’morning.”
“C’mere, Dommie,” Billy whispers hoarsely, staring at the moist curve of Dom’s lower lip.
Wasting no time, Dom crawls up the length of Billy’s languid body, stretching out over him, their hips locked together as Billy wraps a hand around the nape of Dom’s neck to bring their mouths together. Lips meeting in deep, wet kisses, Billy is unable to suppress a moan when he tastes himself on Dom’s impossible long, talented tongue. Arms wrapping around one another, Billy hungrily deepens the kiss, hand sliding down Dom’s lean body to cup a round arse cheek and give it a firm squeeze.
Gasping at the surprise movement, Dom’s mouth opens wider, and Billy wastes no time eagerly diving in, tongue teasing at the roof of Dom’s mouth and then slipping under his tongue. It’s evident to Billy that Dom’s not entirely familiar about being touched in that particular place, but appears to enjoy it, judging by the way he’s whimpering and his hips are rocking desperately into Billy’s. When the need for oxygen becomes too great, Dom finally breaks the kiss, panting heavily for breath as Billy lazily strokes his tousled hair.
“Thank you,” Billy whispers raggedly, his own chest heaving.
“For what?”
“For . . . that,” Billy replies, gesturing in the direction of his lap.
Confused by the tone of Billy’s voice, Dom pushes himself up onto his elbows to look into Billy’s eyes. A long moment passes before realization dawns.
“Bills, it’s not a chore.”
“What?”
“Going down on you,” Dom continues. “I did it because I wanted to, and thought, well, that you’d like it.”
“Dommie, I loved it,” Billy corrects, a now familiar blush pinking his cheeks slightly. “It was wonderful. Incredible, really.”
“Good.”
“You really don’t mind?” Billy asks, brow furrowing.
Unable to stop himself, Dom laughs lightly as he shakes his head. “No. In case you haven’t figured out by now, Bills, I love touching you,” Dom replies with a grin. “Sucking you off and listening to you beg-”
“Dom!” Billy cries out, embarrassed, but his eyes sparkling.
“What? It’s really sexy,” Dom retorts. “And you’re rather cute when you’re all flustered. Believe me, it wasn’t a hardship. Why would you think that?”
“It’s just that she didn’t like to,” Billy explains softly. “Even in the beginning, so it was a pretty rare occurrence. A few times over the course of our relationship.”
“Well, I’m not her,” Dom says firmly.
Gazing deep into Dom’s expressive eyes, Billy slowly nods. “No, you’re not.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to kiss you again, as that gorgeous mouth of yours has been driving me crazy for weeks,” Dom informs Billy, settling on the mattress beside him, their legs tangling.
“Weeks?” Billy repeats.
“Months,” Dom corrects before wrapping his fingers around the nape of Billy’s neck and dragging their swollen mouths back together.
Feasting on Dom’s pouty lower lip, Billy slides a hand down Dom’s lean body, coming to rest at the small of his back. When Billy feels Dom sigh into his mouth, Billy smiles and thrusts his tongue in deep, eagerly tasting the honeyed sweetness. As the temperature and desire rises, Billy finds his ability to think slipping away.
“Wait,” he gasps, reluctantly breaking the passionate kiss.
“What’s wrong?” Dom pants, eyes half-lidded and dark with arousal. “You don’t want to?”
“It’s not that,” Billy says quickly. “It’s just-”
“Sore?” Dom asks knowingly.
“A little,” Billy admits. “So-”
“Well, call me presumptuous, but I was thinking that you could return the favor,” Dom interjects, eyes twinkling as his fingers slide lazily through Billy’s chest hair. “After all, I know what you can do when your hands are on me, I can’t wait to find out what happens when you’re inside me.”
A visible tremble rips through Billy’s body at the mere mention of being inside Dom, making love to him. Catching the flash of heat in Billy’s smoldering eyes, Dom smiles wickedly.
“Only if you’re interested, of course,” Dom adds mischievously.
Eyes narrowing, Billy rolls Dom onto his back as their lips come together in a scorching, mind melting kiss. Whimpering, Dom lets his mouth fall open, welcoming further invasion as his legs wrap snugly around Billy’s waist, and only when his lungs demand air does Billy pull back.
“Does that answer your question?” Billy asks with an arched eyebrow.
“And then some.”
Recalling an old argument, a slow, mysterious smile spreads across Billy’s face.
“What?” Dom asks, brow furrowing in confusion as his legs slide back down to the mattress.
Withdrawing from the warmth of Dom’s lithe body, Billy slides to the edge of the bed, flipping back the coverlet before rising to his feet.
“Where are you going?” Dom inquires in a ragged voice, visibly distracted as he gazes hungrily at Billy’s nude form.
“I want to take a shower,” Billy replies mildly. “And as I recall, you once said that you’d offer to wash my back.”
Turning on his heel, Billy begins walking across the room to the loo, bursting out laughing when Dom scrambles out of bed to follow him. Dom’s arms are sliding around Billy’s waist as they stumble into the loo, eager hands roaming endlessly. Mouth otherwise engaged, Billy twists on the taps and adjusts the temperature by touch alone, heart pounding erratically as Dom’s tongue tangles hungrily with his own.
Both hands finding Dom’s narrow hips, Billy guides their bodies under the hot spray, groaning when Dom curls tightly into his embrace, bringing their arousals together firmly. Turning in the small enclosure, Billy finally breaks the kiss by tipping Dom’s chin up to guide his head under the shower head. Watching the water sluice down Dom’s tanned, smooth chest like a lover’s caress, Billy can’t stop himself from drawing his fingertips over the tantalizing flesh.
“Touch all you like,” Dom invites breathlessly. “Don’t stop, Bills.”
Tilting his head to one side, Billy fastens his lips to Dom’s throat, licking and sucking at the damp skin. Trailing hot, passionate kisses down Dom’s chest, Billy is sinking to his knees when Dom’s hands tighten on his biceps.
“What are you doing?” Dom asks. “C’mere.”
“I thought you’d like my mouth on you,” Billy replies, small fingers wrapping snugly around Dom’s erection. “Like you did-”
“I want to kiss you,” Dom interrupts, pulling Billy back up so they’re face to face. “I want your tongue.”
“But-”
“Your hand is good,” Dom says, tongue darting out to catch a droplet of water on the sensual bow of Billy’s upper lip. “There’s always next time.”
Smiling at the realization that Dom intends for this to happen more than once, Billy presses Dom against the tile wall of the shower and begins pumping Dom’s hard length in his hand as his pointy tongue traces the seam of Dom’s rosy, sensuous mouth. Hands fisting into Billy’s now wet, ginger hair, Dom moans loudly and then pushes his tongue between Billy’s swollen, cherubic lips.
Writhing shamelessly at Billy’s erotic touch, Dom rocks his hips into Billy’s fist as their lips meet and part in long, messy, hungry kisses. When Billy’s left knee nudges at the inside of his right thigh, Dom lifts his leg to wrap around Billy’s hip, one hand clutching at Billy’s pale shoulder for balance. Ragged moans of pleasure and desire echo in the small space, tongues thrusting and parrying wetly as Billy’s hand moves faster and faster, quickly driving Dom to the brink of orgasm.
Unable to stop himself, Billy slides his free hand down Dom’s arched back, pausing at the sweet curve of his arse. Tongue tangling with Dom’s and then then sucking on his pouty lower lip, Billy slides a single finger between Dom’s round cheeks to caress his entrance. Bucking wildly at the sensation, Dom cries out loudly, and then his glittering release is pulsing into Billy’s fist and against his belly. Wobbling unsteadily, Dom watches through glazed eyes as Billy lifts his hand to his mouth and licks his fingers clean, eyes then locking together, followed by their mouths.
Tasting himself on Billy’s tongue, Dom whimpers, breaking the kiss long moments later, only to let his head drop down onto Billy’s shoulder, nose pressed to Billy’s neck, and his throbbing pulse. Panting for breath, Dom’s long arms wrap around Billy’s waist, trusting Billy to catch him in the event that his knees give out beneath him, and a soft sigh bubbles up in his throat when Billy kisses his wet hair, fingers stroking the nape of his neck. Dom’s not sure how long they stand in the shower, under the soothing, warm water, or when Billy twists the taps off, but Dom does notice when Billy tenderly wraps him up in a fluffy green towel before leading the way back into the bedroom.
Damp towels dropping to the floor beside the rumpled bed, Billy settles on his back before guiding Dom’s head down to rest on his shoulder, their bodies curling together under the coverlet. Gazing down at Dom as his sated eyes flutter closed, Billy smiles and slides his fingers through Dom’s damp hair, drawing the blonde strands off his sleepy face. Watching Dom press a feathery kiss to his chest before drifting off, Billy sighs softly, then wraps his arms around the sleeping man, and lets his eyes close.
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Chapter 12
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In his most vulnerable moment, Billy makes a request, but will Dom take him up on it?
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. As always, 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: You’ve waited for such a long time, over the weekend at least, and here is your reward. Enjoy! Hee! It’s also one of the longest chapters. 2nd longest, actually. Wheeee!
Previous Parts: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Chapter 11 - Surrender & Awakenings
Not needing a second invitation, Dom rises carefully from the narrow bed, Billy still wrapped up tightly in his arms. Holding Billy close to his body, free hand stroking Billy’s back tenderly, Dom guides them down the hall to Billy’s bedroom at a slow, unhurried pace, because after waiting for so long, he’s not about to rush things.
The doctor in Billy tries to make himself heard as Dom bears the majority of his weight, as his limbs are uncharacteristically wobbly.
“Your knee,” he whispers to Dom.
Cradling the fragile curve of Billy’s skull in his long fingered hand, Dom instantly covers Billy’s sweet mouth with his own in a long, deep kiss, disallowing another word of protest. This is not the time for Billy, the doctor, to be in charge. Billy, the man, needs to be taken care of, pleasured and caressed, and that’s all that matters right now.
When Dom’s leg finds the edge of the large bed, he turns and guides Billy to sit down on the mattress with reverent care, gazing at him with unmasked emotions. Shaken by the intense heat of the desire in Dom’s hungry blue-grey eyes, Billy feels a warmth extend across his face, through his chest and abdomen, along his legs, all the way down to the tips of his toes. The icy chill of unreasonable doubt is melting, taking the last lingering vestige of his reserve with it. All he can think of is Dom and the way he feels when they kiss and touch.
Kneeling beside the bed between Billy’s parted legs, Dom doesn’t feel the broken pieces of cartilage that usually makes such movements painful. With his full attention on Billy, Dom slowly unfastens the small white buttons of Billy’s dress shirt, folding back the material with extreme care, as if unwrapping the most precious of gifts. Soft lips greet each new bit of creamy skin as Dom blazes an agonizingly slow trail down the center of Billy’s furry chest, making him shiver deliciously.
“You are so incredibly soft,” Dom murmurs gently, moving continually over heated flesh. “Amazing.”
When Dom’s warm, wet tongue slides over a sensitive nipple, Billy whimpers and bites down on his lower lip to keep from crying out.
Lifting his head, Dom’s heated gaze locks with Billy’s, and then his tongue is tenderly soothing the skin Billy’s sharp teeth has reddened.
“Don’t do that, Bills,” Dom whispers softly. “Please don’t hold anything back from me. I want to know what gives pleasure.”
Billy’s eyes are deep green pools of desire as he replies, “You pleasure me, Dom.”
Groaning quietly, Dom reminds himself that they have waited a long time for this and it must be done right. Taking a deep breath, Dom forces himself to move slowly, and savor every moment. It’s the least that Billy deserves, after finally letting Dom get close, see him so vulnerable and exposed.
“You are unbelievably perfect,” Dom breathes against the hollow of Billy’s throat, his warm, wet tongue darting out for a frustratingly brief taste of Billy’s fragrant skin. “Do you have any idea how crazy I am about your skin? How crazy I am for all of you? Every last inch?”
Billy’s skin warms and his blood hums in his veins like a live wire as Dom’s lips and hands move over him, learning the intimate secrets of his aroused body. Shirt dissolving away, Billy’s socks and trousers are next as Dom undresses him with agonizing leisure. Treating each new discovery with the same extended exploration, Dom’s lips taste every inch of bared skin as he draws out each exquisite sensation, until he’s certain that Billy can take no more of his tender torture.
When Dom’s fingers slide under the elastic waistband of Billy’s boxers, Billy nods and lifts his hips off the mattress, pressing against Dom’s hands.
“Dommie, please,” he whispers desperately, his voice a ragged thread of sound.
“Not yet,” Dom replies, smiling at the alteration to his name. “Soon.”
Warm breath fans the pale skin of Billy’s stomach, moving lower and lower, following the path of Dom’s long, elegant fingers as he rids Billy of the final barrier. Tongue playing with agonizing abandon as Dom’s fingers tease him, Billy reaches out, his small palm coming into contact with Dom’s t-shirt.
“Let me,” Billy complains softly, realizing through the dizzying fog of passion surrounding them that Dom is still fully dressed. He’s doing all the taking, and giving nothing to Dom in return.
Catching Billy’s hand in his, Dom lifts it to his lips, where he presses an evocative kiss deep into the center of Billy’s small palm. Billy is stunned as the innocent gesture causes a respondent quickening at the core of his body. Trembling at Dom’s touch, Billy tries to speak, but can’t, his breath ragged and unsteady.
“We’ve all night,” Dom whispers, shaking his head in a slow, deliberate gesture as he rises to perch on the edge of the bed and leans Billy back against the pillows, encouraging Billy to enjoy what he’s offering.
“Dom-”
“Look at this,” Dom murmurs appreciatively with a low groan as his gaze roams over Billy’s bare skin. “Did I ever tell you that your skin is like pearls?”
Risking a glance down, Billy’s blood flashes to volcanic temperatures as he stares at the deeply tanned hand splayed across the pale expanse of his belly. The contrast is jolting, and as he dares to meet the dark, smoldering pools of Dom’s expressive eyes, Billy knows that Dom is being affected as potently as he is.
Stroking hands becoming more demanding, Dom’s lips are firm as they travel the length of Billy’s body, only to return again and again to savor the intense sweetness of Billy’s cherubic mouth. Unable to get enough of the feel of Billy, the taste of him, Billy’s scent swirls in Dom’s mind like an inhaled drug, serving to drive him mad.
As he moans with pleasure, Billy’s pliant body moves fluidly under Dom’s passionate embrace, and if he was capable of speech, Billy knows he would be begging Dom profusely to take him now. As Dom discovers points of pleasure that he never knew existed, Billy can only close his eyes and ride the spiraling passion that carries him higher and higher. To be touched, caressed and cherished so tenderly is intoxicating, enveloping Billy in a warm blanket of comfort and safety, and incredible sensations.
When Dom’s roving tongue slides up the sensitive skin of Billy’s inner thighs, Billy quivers and whimpers in response, breath quickening as he wantonly moans Dom’s name. Cupping Billy’s hips in his capable hands, Dom’s lips and tongue explore greedily, lapping gently at the pale flesh before nuzzling his nose into Billy’s ginger curls, drawing in the heady aroma of Billy’s arousal deep into his lungs. Feeling Billy’s fingers card through his tousled blonde hair, Dom moves one of his hands from Billy’s hip to his hard erection, sliding his long fingers from root to glistening tip.
Glancing up to make sure that Billy is watching him, Dom’s tongue darts out to lick the glittering fluid on the end of his finger. The resulting whimper and wild thrust of hips is exactly what Dom is hoping for, and his eyes smolder at the realization of how open and giving Billy is, expressing his emotions as Dom touches him so tenderly. The passionate man that Dom knew existed, but has only seen glimpses of, is now stretched out before him, his heart as bare as his body, agonizing in it’s intimacy.
Moving higher, Dom’s tongue traces the crease between hip and thigh before moving across Billy’s heaving, lower stomach, kissing and tasting at a leisurely pace. Whimpers of enjoyment fill the quiet as Billy lays sprawled helplessly beneath Dom, overcome with delicious pleasure. Panting for breath, Billy watches through half lidded eyes as Dom moves away, just far enough so he can quickly strip off his t-shirt, blue jeans and socks, eagerly kicking the discarded clothes aside. Returning to the bed, Dom is overwhelmed with need and desire, his swollen lips roving over every inch of Billy’s body, tasting every masculine pore as long suppressed passion explodes. Rolling back and forth across the wide bed, they feast on each others flesh, kissing, licking and tasting as hands roam endlessly.
Caught up in the escalating energy surrounding them, Billy feels his own need rising faster than he’s ever experienced before, passion soaring as high and as strong as Dom’s. Together, they bring each other to the brink, riding a wave that carries them beyond anything they’ve ever known, out into a universe of their own making. Sinking fully into Dom’s embrace, Billy trembles wildly, desire robbing him of his iron clad control, but overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations, Billy is beyond caring.
“Billy?” Dom whispers, breath hot and unsteady against Billy’s neck.
“What?” Billy gasps in return.
“Have you got-”
Blindly reaching over to the nightstand, Billy fumbles his way to the back of the top drawer, finally producing a brand new bottle of lubricant. Eyes fluttering closed, Billy presses it into Dom’s hand as their lips come together once again and his arms wrap around Dom's slender waist.
“Billy-”
Opening his eyes, Billy’s brow furrows at the serious expression on Dom’s face.
“Protection,” Dom explains at Billy’s gaze. “Have you- I mean, do you want-”
“Oh,” Billy says softly, lips forming a perfect round circle.
“I’m clean. I mean, I know I’m clean, but I’ll understand,” Dom adds quietly. “Safety first.”
“How long?” Billy asks, curious, now that Dom has opened the door to the subject. As Dom’s lover, laying naked in bed together, he’s now entitled to such information.
“You’ve seen my medical chart,” Dom replies, his gaze focused on Billy’s eyes. “They took all sorts of blood before my surgery. Tested me for things I’ve never even heard of. Everything came back clean then, and again at my yearly before the new season started.”
It takes a few moments, and then confusion turns to shocked realization. What Dom isn’t saying. He hasn’t been tested since, because there’s been no need to. He’s hasn’t been with anyone since-
“Nobody?” Billy whispers, eyes locked on Dom’s. “But that’s almost a year ago now.”
“Football players with injuries aren’t that sexy,” Dom offers with a tiny, wry smile. “So I learned.”
“Says who?” Billy retorts and then pulls Dom to him for a hungry, searing kiss.
Eyes drunk with desire, Billy shifts so his thighs are parted wide, and then slides a hand down Dom’s back as they find a comfortable position. When Dom’s lips move to his neck, Billy’s head tips to one side to give Dom more room to work, a sigh of pleasure pushing past his lips. In a devastatingly slow and leisurely pace, Dom explores Billy’s bare skin, lapping at his pulse point, sucking on the spot where neck and shoulder meet, and nibbling at the fleshy lobe of his ear.
Fingers carding through Dom’s already mussed blonde hair, Billy can only hang on as Dom slowly dissolves any semblance of coherency in his mind, taking away his ability to speak. Just when Billy thinks he can’t stand it anymore, Dom captures his mouth in another long, deep, mind melting kiss, reducing his bones to the consistency of melted wax.
As though cradling the most delicate of treasures, Dom’s hands and mouth travel down the length of Billy’s body, taking extra time to stroke the soft, ginger chest hair, suck Billy’s pink nipples into stiff peaks and thrust his tongue into Billy’s navel. A line of feathery kisses are pressed to Billy’s quivering stomach, and then Dom’s nose is nuzzling into the curly hair at the apex of Billy’s trembling thighs. Hearing Billy gasp and whimper with pleasure, Dom allows Billy to pull him back up until their eyes meet. Cupping Dom’s flushed cheek with a visibly shaking hand, Billy uses his other to guide Dom’s fingers between his thighs and find his entrance.
“Please, Dommie,” Billy requests, voice ragged and eyes dark with passion.
Sliding the tip of his tongue wetly along the seam of Billy’s cherubic lips, Dom nods in consent before reaching over and finding the bottle of lubricant. Pouring a generous amount into his palm to warm it, Dom slicks two fingers and then gently presses between Billy’s cheeks. Watching Billy’s face closely for any sign of discomfort, Dom tenderly and patiently works a finger into the intense heat, acquiescing when Billy pulls him closer so their lips can meet. Smiling at Billy’s mewl of protest when he removes his finger, Dom adds more lubricant and then resumes stretching the tight ring of muscle, this time with two fingers. Gazing into Billy’s smoldering eyes, Dom can see him attempting to make his body relax, only to be caught up in a wave of ecstasy when Dom’s fingers move deeper inside him.
Then a thought hits Dom so hard that it steals his breath.
“Bills, is this your first-”
“No,” Billy gasps in reply, fingers tightening their hold on Dom’s strong shoulders, pushing down, trying to take more of Dom into his body. “But it’s been a while.”
Capturing Billy’s swollen mouth in a searing kiss, Dom slides a third finger inside, gently scissoring them back and forth, stretching the opening until he’s sure that Billy can accommodate him relatively comfortably. Curling his fingers forward, Dom quickly finds the spongy spot guaranteed to bring Billy immense pleasure and pets it gently, drinking in the vision of Billy thrashing desperately beneath him, their eyes locked as Billy clings to him.
“Now, Dommie,” Billy begs shamelessly. “Now. Please.”
Slowly withdrawing his fingers, Dom slicks his rock hard erection with a shaking hand before positioning himself between Billy’s widely splayed thighs. Bracing his weight on one elbow, Dom looks deep into the deep pools of Billy’s desire-filled green eyes, presses a series of tender kisses to his mouth, and then ever so slowly and gently, breaches Billy’s entrance. The intense heat and tightness squeezes Dom’s erection as he carefully settles into the cradle of Billy’s hips.
Breath rushing out, ragged and unsteady, Billy takes Dom into his body as he gazes up at Dom, fingertips sliding up and down the smooth skin of Dom’s lean back, gently caressing. It’s clear to Dom that it’s been a very long time since Billy was touched this way, and that knowledge makes him pause, until he feels Billy relax around him.
“Ready, Bills?” Dom asks, surprised at the hoarseness of his voice.
Unsteadily, Billy nods and then shifts slightly, wrapping his legs around Dom’s hips, hands pulling at Dom’s biceps.
“Please,” he manages to say.
Eyes never leaving Billy’s, Dom begins to rock his hips slowly and gently, in an unhurried rhythm, intending to draw out the incredible sensation and pleasure for as long as possible. At Billy’s breathless request, Dom starts to move faster, thrust deeper, and when Billy’s lips and teeth find his neck, Dom is lost. When Dom tries to pull away, Billy drags him in deeper, and whenever Billy pulls back, Dom immediately follows. Mouths meet and part in hungry, wet, passionate kisses as the edge of release grows closer by the second.
Writhing in ecstasy, Billy’s small hands clutch helplessly at Dom’s shoulders and back as erotic sensations overwhelm him completely. Moaning when he feels Billy’s hard erection trapped between their bellies, fluid from Billy’s leaking arousal slicking their heated skin, Dom watches Billy shamelessly buck beneath him, arching his back as breathless words of encouragement fall from his rosy, cherubic lips. Shaking from the effort of holding back, Dom feels one of Billy’s hands clutch at his slender back, the other carding through his mussed hair, and then Billy’s moving, tightening his legs around Dom’s waist and increasing the speed and strength of Dom’s thrusts. Control all but gone, the only thing Dom can do is hold on, give in, and fall into the abyss of their shared pleasure.
Just when Billy thinks they’ve gone too high, too far to survive, he’s flung into the heavens, where the pleasure is beyond immense, blinding in it’s brilliance. Clinging to Dom’s sweaty body, Billy cries out as Dom finally lets himself go, hot pulses of his release spurting forth to warm Billy’s insides. Pulling their mouths together for a wet, passionate kiss, Billy surrenders, slippery fluid coating their stomachs as Dom collapses over him.
Billy is unaware of just how long they lay there, intimately joined; it may be just a few minutes or even hours. Stunned by the intensity of the feelings Dom has unleashed, Billy is actually more astounded by the realization that he has fallen completely in love with Dom. Billy Boyd, pragmatic physician, has fallen in love with a man unable or unwilling to enter into a commitment. The thought is far too depressing to consider, so Billy quickly shoves it away, choosing instead to bathe in the warm afterglow of their passionate lovemaking.
As Dom gradually becomes aware of his surroundings, he attempts to move away.
“Don’t go,” Billy whispers, his fingers running light trails over the rippling muscles of Dom’s tanned back. “I love the feel of you inside me. Stay just a little longer.”
“I’ll crush you,” Dom replies softly, honestly not in any hurry to move.
“That’s alright,” Billy says with a laugh, a rich, musical sound that causes Dom’s belly to flutter. “I know a great sports doctor who’s terrific at healing any little sprains or bruises.”
Palm sliding down Billy’s side, Dom is delighted by the sensation of Billy’s soft, bare skin. Part of him had believed that once he’d made love with Billy he’d be over his obsessive passion, but now, sheathed in the tight, velvet warmth, Dom realizes that he’ll never get enough of the sexy, Scottish doctor. Ever.
“You said it would be incredible, and you were right,” Billy murmurs, pressing a series of feathery kisses along the bumpy line of a shoulder that has seen more than it’s share of injuries. “You were so very, very right.”
Reluctantly leaving the soft cushion of Billy’s spent body, Dom rolls onto his side, pulling Billy with him. Elegant hands following the curves and planes of the older man’s body, Dom smiles down at him.
“You’re a remarkable man, Dr. Boyd.”
Gazing at Dom with sated eyes, Billy slides his palm down the length of Dom’s tanned skin, loving the feel of the hard, toned muscles under his fingertips. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Football Hero.”
When Billy’s hand pauses on his upper thigh, Dom feels a renewed desire stirring, low in his belly. A question has developed in Dom’s mind, and although he hates to ask, he has to know.
“Any regrets?” he asks nervously, gnawing on his lower lip for a moment.
“Not a one,” Billy answers honestly.
Leaning forward, Dom captures Billy’s cherubic lips in a long, deep kiss, and Billy meets the kiss ardently, lips greedy as he wraps his arms around Dom, willing his mind to go blank. Stunned by the naked desperation in Billy’s response, Dom feels the earth slipping away.
“Wow,” Dom says as finally they come up for air. “If that’s your latest tactic for keeping me off the football pitch, I just might end up spending the rest of my days here in your very comfortable bed.”
“If I believed that you meant that, I’d take you up on it,” Billy replies softly. Don’t push, he warns himself silently, closing his eyes and concentrating instead on the magic of Dom’s caressing hands.
“Are you really okay?” Dom asks gently as he settles on the mattress next to Billy, one hand pillowing his head, the other splaying almost possessively over Billy’s belly.
Eyes fluttering open, Billy gazes up at Dom, blinking several times before laying his hand over Dom’s and lacing their fingers together.
“Aye, I am,” Billy finally replies, then draws his lower lip between his teeth, reddening the tender curve of flesh.
“Billy-”
Opening his mouth to respond, Billy finds that he can’t as Dom’s lips have closed over his in a soft, gentle kiss.
“Who’s that?” Dom asks when they part, nodding at a small silver picture frame sitting next to a school portrait of Cameron on the nightstand, just visible in the dimly lit room as the sun has set and darkness is beginning to fall.
Following Dom’s line of vision, the corners of Billy’s mouth quirk up into a fond smile.
“That’s Maggie, my sister.”
“And you?” Dom adds, focusing on the young boy in the photograph, bright eyed and smiling.
“I was about Cameron’s age when it was taken, actually. Maybe a wee bit older.”
“He looks just like you,” Dom says gently. “Exactly the same.”
“Aye, he definitely takes after his father,” Billy agrees. “I don’t see much of Ab-”
Stopping abruptly, Billy draws in an unsteady breath, his body tensing at the thought of his ex-wife.
“Do you want to tell me about her?” Dom asks softly. “Abby, I mean.”
Blinking rapidly to clear the sudden excess moisture filling his eyes, Billy inhales and exhales several times.
“There’s not much to tell,” he replies, once he’s relatively sure that his voice won’t wobble.
Dom arches an eyebrow at Billy in disbelief.
“Liar.”
“Dom-”
“How did you meet?” Dom interrupts smoothly. “Were you sixth form sweethearts?”
“No. We met at uni. First year. Both being pre-med, we had lots of things in common. Studying. Long nights in the lab,” Billy explains, head lolling to one side. “We spent so much time together that people just assumed that we were a couple. We went out to celebrate after we both passed some really tough examinations and ended up in bed. It’s not something that we talked about, it just was what it was. It was familiar. Comfortable. It worked for us.”
“And when she got pregnant?” Dom prompts.
“It was an accident,” Billy confesses. “We had been accepted at our first choices for hospitals, for our residencies. We were broke, so we ordered takeaway and drank a couple bottles of cheap wine. Cameron was conceived that night, because I forgot to use protection.”
“Oops.”
“I was happy, drunk and horny, not that Abby considered those valid reasons,” Billy continues with a sigh. “I was so busy at the hospital, working more than eighty hours a week, that I didn’t even realize that I’d forgotten until I came home one day and found the pregnancy test in the rubbish bin in the loo.”
“She didn’t tell you?” Dom asks in astonishment, his eyes widening in surprise.
“You need to understand that we could go for days without seeing each other. I was working in Casualty, she was on a surgical rotation,” Billy explains. “Long hours, not enough sleep, but a never-ending mountain of work. There were times that I’d be crawling out of bed just as she was sliding in. Most of the time, I was just too tired for sex. You know you’re exhausted when you’d rather sleep than mess around.”
“What did she say?” Dom inquires. “About the test?”
“That she had an appointment at a clinic the next day to get rid of it,” Billy replies flatly. “That she didn’t have time for a baby. It was a mistake.”
“Then how-”
“I begged her,” Billy interrupts, his tone heavy and dark. “On my knees. I promised her that she wouldn’t have to do anything, other than carry it to term. As soon as the baby was born, I’d take care of everything. After a while, she finally relented. Canceled the appointment. Honestly, I thought she’d change her mind, once she felt him kick, saw him or held him, but she never did. With every passing week, she became more and more distant. The wedding was a formality, something we did on a rare day off from the hospital.”
“She didn’t want Cam from the start?” Dom asks in stunned disbelief. He cannot comprehend not wanting to have anything to do with the amazing little boy that he has come to know and love over the last several months. Silently, Dom wonders why she agreed not to terminate the pregnancy, if she felt so strongly.
“No, she didn’t. ‘It wasn’t a convenient time,’ ” Billy replies, quoting the words seared on his memory. “Abby refused to slow down, jeopardize her career, she said, or put it on hold, even when she was more than eight months along. She was so angry when she went into labor three weeks early. It wasn’t in her plan of how things were going to work. She had things to do. She was all scrubbed and gloved up to go into surgery when her water broke. A friend who worked in surgical recovery called me, and I came running. I was scared that something was wrong.”
“He was alright?” Dom asks, brow furrowed in concern, wondering if there had been complications because of the premature birth.
“Cameron was small, but healthy,” Billy tells him, smiling as he recalls the immense relief he felt. “Strong and determined, even then. The maternity ward nurses kept a really close eye on him for me, made sure that he was comfortable and they held him a lot, knowing that it made me happy. I know I’m biased, but I think he was beautiful and perfect from the start, rarely crying, never fussy. He just laid there in his bassinet, all bundled up, and watched everything around him with such fascination, like he understood what was happening. The nurses were so sad when I got to take him home, but they were happy for me that he was doing so well.”
“How did you manage, working so much and taking such good care of him?” Dom wonders aloud. “Alone?”
“Maggie helped out for a couple of weeks, and then I got him into a daycare program at the hospital. When I worked nights, he stayed with a nanny.”
“Ouch. That must have been expensive.”
“She was a friend of a friend with a child of her own,” Billy says. “After the first week, she dropped her rate in half, because she said Cameron was hardly any work at all. Livvie was like another aunt to Cameron until he was almost three, and then I was done with my residency.” Pausing, Billy sighs. “I found a job at a clinic where I worked more regular hours. No evenings, only on call one weekend a month. Less pay than what I wanted, but it was worth it to have breakfast and dinner together every single day.”
“And Abby?”
“Relentlessly pursued her goal of becoming a top rate surgeon, landing a prestigious job as a member of a surgical team with very long hours,” Billy replies. “I didn’t see much of her, but by then, we had grown so far apart I didn’t even think about it. I guess I just wouldn’t allow myself to see the truth, that we’d never been a couple. At that point, Cameron was my focus. He was my world. My everything. Still is.”
“Where did Cobby come from?” Dom inquires, fingers sliding up Billy’s chest and stroking the soft, ginger hair in lazy, soothing caresses. “I’ve always wanted to know.”
“Cameron didn’t tell you?” Billy asks in surprise.
“I never asked him,” Dom admits, a bit sheepishly. “I wasn’t sure if it was a secret or something, and I didn’t want to make Cam uncomfortable or cause him to break a confidence.”
“On Sunday’s, Cameron and I would spend the day together. It was our day, just the two of us. I worked other people’s shifts, so I could have Sundays with him,” Billy explains, exhaling softly. “We were out one day and we came across this little café that sold tea with these little chocolates called Cobbers. I loved them, and wanted to show them to Cameron.”
“Hey, are those the ones that are hard and chocolate on the outside, but when you chew, they’re all soft and squishy?” Dom asks, brow furrowing in thought. “The center is caramel?”
“Those are the ones,” Billy replies with a nod. “He tried to pronounce ‘Cobber’ to the girl behind the counter, but it came out ‘Cobby’ instead. They became our favorite, and the name stuck.”
“Cobber. It suits you,” Dom comments.
“What?”
“They’re like you,” Dom elaborates. “A wee bit hard on the outside, but sweet and tasty on the inside.”
Billy’s cheeks flush pink as he ducks his head for a moment. “Dom-”
“So you did something together every Sunday?”
“Rain or shine,” Billy confirms, grateful for the change of subject. “We started going before he was two years old, and I kept it up through the divorce, when everything else was a mess. I was trying to keep things as normal as possible for him, to protect him.”
“Have you been going since you moved back to Glasgow?” Dom asks, trying to recall the times that Billy’s Mini wasn’t in the driveway on the weekends.
“I haven’t been able to find Cobbers here, but yeah,” Billy replies, voice wavering slightly. “This Sunday will be the first time we’ve missed it. Call me selfish, but I was hoping that Cameron would’ve realized it and said something. That he was going to miss our time together.”
“I’m sure he will,” Dom offers soothingly, ducking his head and tenderly kissing Billy’s cheek. “I’m sure he misses you so much already.”
“I didn’t realize just how much life he brings to each and every moment of every day,” Billy whispers. “The house is so quiet without him.”
“It was noisy a little while ago,” Dom points out, a teasing smile fluttering across his rosy lips.
“Dom-”
“How long has it been?” Dom inquires, fingers sliding along the column of Billy’s throat. “I know it’s been a while, and something tells me that you don’t bottom all that often.”
“No, I don’t,” Billy admits softly. “And I haven’t been with anyone since the day my divorce papers arrived.”
At Dom’s confused look, Billy shifts and looks down at Dom’s hand, now motionless on his chest.
“Cameron was almost four when I found out about the affair and confronted Abby,” Billy continues, eyes flat and dull as he recalls the painful memories. “She wasn’t even sorry. She said that I was dragging her down, that we didn’t want the same things. We agreed that it was over, she packed a bag and left, to be with ‘him,’ I guess. I sent Cameron to Maggie’s for a few days, so he wouldn’t have to watch his mother pack her things and leave without a backward glance.”
“You were protecting him,” Dom interjects softly.
“I came home after work and the flat had been cleaned out. She took most of everything, except for what was in Cameron’s room,” Billy says, shaking his head from side to side. “I paid for all that, so she never touched a thing there. I didn’t know what I was going to do, and then an old friend from medical school showed up. He’d heard what had happened, and he dropped by to see if there was anything he could help with.”
“Distraction,” Dom adds, unable to imagine the pain Billy had been in at that time, and struggling to manage on his own.
“He volunteered to crash on the couch while I slept in Cameron’s bed, and the next day we started looking for a new bed for me.”
“Wait. She took the bed?” Dom asks, eyes wide with disbelief.
“Aye, but she did me a favor. I didn’t want it anyways,” Billy replies ruefully. “I didn’t want anything she had touched. All of it had been a lie. I didn’t want anything from her. Except Cameron.”
“And you got him.”
“It took all of my savings to pay for the lawyer, money that I planned to put towards Cameron’s uni fund, but I figured if Abby got custody of Cameron, a uni fund would be moot.”
“So, you went looking for a new bed,” Dom prompts, directing Billy back to the original subject.
“We ended up painting and furnishing the flat in just a couple of days, over the weekend. Any evidence of her was gone, and I could finally breathe again,” Billy says. “That night we sat around talking, polishing off a significant portion of my whiskey, and before the night was over, we ended up in bed together.”
“It was your first time, with a bloke?” Dom asks softly, unnaturally jealous of the man who had taken Billy’s virginity.
“It’s not like I hadn’t thought about it, or had the urge before,” Billy explains, flushing and averting his eyes. “When I sat down and was honest with myself, I’d been interested in blokes for as long as I’d been curious about sex. I just got caught up in my grandmother’s expectations, what my parents would think, and society in general. I realized that I'd been repressing my gay urges my whole life, trying to do the ‘right’ thing. I did what I was supposed to do: Fall in love and marry the pretty girl. Work hard, get the career, have a couple of kids and live happily ever after.”
Reciting the list, Billy counts the items off on his small fingers.
“At least I tried to do it. After what happened with Abby, I decided that there was no point lying anymore. I had Cameron. He was the one, incredible thing about that time, and other than that, I wasn’t interested in that life anymore.”
“It didn’t last, between you and your friend?” Dom asks gently, amazed at what all Billy has overcome in his complicated life, and still managed to raise a wonderful child.
“I was served with divorce papers at the hospital a few days later. He was the one to end it, because he didn’t want Abby to have any reason to use against me in a custody battle for Cameron,” Billy says softly. “At first I was angry, hurt and confused, but then I realized that he’d done it because he knew that it would kill me if I lost Cameron. He knew Abby, and made the choice. He unselfishly put my needs ahead of his own.”
“Did you stay friends?” Dom asks cautiously.
“Aye. We had some time apart, and then we ran into each other shortly after the divorce was final,” Billy replies. “He’d met someone, and was happy. I couldn’t blame him for not waiting for me. I’m the first one to admit that I’ve got more than my fair share of complications and baggage.”
“And since then, nothing?”
“Not so much as a kiss until that night by the pool,” Billy confirms, his blush deepening as he recalls the sensation of being pinned to the wall of the pool house, enveloped in Dom’s warm embrace.
“Oh, I think it started the day before,” Dom says. “In the downstairs loo.”
Recalling the memory of Dom’s face a mere whisper from his own, in that tiny, stifling room, Billy nods.
“Aye,” he agrees softly.
A long, quiet moment stretches out, but it’s not uncomfortable, both processing what Billy has shared.
“Are you going to say it?” Billy asks finally, breaking the silence, the fingers not splayed over his chest sliding through Dom’s tousled hair.
“Say what?” Dom asks, brow furrowing in confusion, unconsciously tilting his head, encouraging Billy’s caress.
“ ‘I told you so,’ ” Billy explains. “You said that we’d end up here eventually, and we did. You didn’t even have to talk me into bed. I asked you.”
Swallowing hard, Billy meets Dom’s gaze and waits, mouth quirking up into a smile when Dom doesn’t speak and instead ducks his head to trail a line of feathery kisses down Billy’s neck and along his pale, bare shoulder. When Dom’s hand wraps more firmly around his waist, Billy allows Dom to guide his body until they’re spooned together, his back pressed against Dom’s chest.
“Comfortable?” Dom whispers, nuzzling his nose into the nape of Billy’s smooth neck.
“Mmm-hmm.”
The soothing rhythm of Dom’s hot breath on his skin, and the gentle petting of his chest begins to lull Billy into a peaceful, erotic daydream, stealing the last of his strength. Thanks to the exhaustion from their lovemaking and the now moonlit room, Billy is on the edge of sleep, eyelids no longer fighting to stay open, when Dom shifts, starting to quietly pull away. Tensing, Billy tightens his hold on Dom’s arm.
“Don’t-”
Stopping abruptly and biting down on his lower lip, Billy curses himself for presuming and then asking Dom to spend the night. Dom hadn’t made him any promises, other than great sex, and they’d certainly had that. It’s not fair to expect Dom to stay with him all night along.
“I’m not leaving, Bills,” Dom says softly, pressing a kiss to Billy’s shoulder. “Just going to the loo. I’ll be right back, as long as you don’t mind me staying the night.”
“Stay,” Billy whispers, grateful for the darkness so his flaming cheeks can’t be seen.
“Alright then.”
There is another kiss, this one pressed to Billy’s hair, and then Dom slips away from Billy’s warmth. Padding naked across the room in the low, blue light, Billy watches Dom’s long, lean form until he disappears from view. Billy hears the taps run, and then Dom reappears, moving almost silently as he returns to his original position. Instead of curling back into Billy, Dom sits on the bed, and then a warm, damp face flannel is being drawn over the curve of Billy’s arse. When Billy flinches in surprise, Dom lays his free hand on Billy’s hip to steady him.
“Shhh. I’m just cleaning you up, Bills. You’re kinda sticky,” Dom whispers gently. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
Before Billy can protest, the combination of lubricant and semen has been tenderly wiped away, Dom taking extra care around Billy’s undoubtedly sore entrance.
“I’ve got a dry flannel, too,” Dom adds. “If you want.”
Pressing the folded square of soft cloth into Billy’s hand, Dom slips away from the bed once again, depositing the wet flannel in the basin in the loo and then snuggling under the coverlet, curling into the curves of Billy’s languid body. Slipping a long arm around Billy’s narrow waist and drawing his knees up, Dom splays his fingers over Billy’s chest, smiling when Billy shifts backwards, bringing their bodies closer, feet tangling together comfortably. Sliding his other arm into the void of space between Billy’s neck and the pillow, Dom settles in, nose and forehead nuzzled into the back of Billy’s neck as his eyes drop closed.
“G’night, Bills,” he murmurs sleepily.
Laying a hand over Dom’s on his chest and squeezing it gently, Billy exhales slowly. “G’night.”
It’s tender caresses to his chest that finally pull Billy completely from sleep, though he’s been drifting along the edges since the sky had begun to lighten nearly half an hour ago. No alarm clock was set last night, as it is now the holidays so Billy doesn’t have to go into the clinic today, but his body still knows that it’s the time that he usually rises for his daily run. Eyes remaining closed, Billy concentrates on keeping his breathing slow and deep as Dom’s long, elegant fingers slide up and down his furry chest, gently petting and soothing. Shifting slightly, Dom snuggles in closer, breath warm against the back of Billy’s neck as his hand continues to move, never slowing for even an instant.
Slowly, the memories of last night begin to fill Billy’s mind, Dom finding him in Cameron’s room, their incredible, passionate lovemaking, Dom taking gentle care of Billy as he let his guard down, allowing Dom access to his wounded heart. In one night, Dom has almost completely dismantled the barriers that Billy has used to keep people away, and now here they are, waking up in the same bed, completely starkers, wrapped in each others arms. Questions begin to flood Billy’s thoughts, and unconsciously, the muscles in his body begin to tense up.
“Shhh,” Dom mumbles, rubbing his nose into the nape of Billy’s neck and then kissing the soft skin. “S’okay, Bills.”
Hand sliding up Billy’s chest, Dom’s fingers slip to the left to toy with a nipple, Billy sighing with pleasure as it stiffens into a rosy peak. Placing soft, nibbling kisses to Billy’s neck and shoulders, Dom’s hand slides over to Billy’s other nipple, this time squeezing and caressing the sensitive nub until Billy is gasping.
“That’s more like it,” Dom comments in a gravely voice, smiling against Billy’s hair, lowering his head and teasing Billy’s fleshy earlobe with the tip of his tongue. “Want me to keep going?”
“Yesssss,” Billy hisses, arching his back and rocking his arse into Dom’s hips.
Slipping his long arm out from under the pillow they shared, Dom continues petting and stroking the soft, ginger hair covering Billy’s chest as his lips blaze a hot, wet trail down the shallow groove of Billy’s spine. Whimpering and moaning at Dom’s erotic touch, Billy clutches the pillow above his head when Dom’s sinful mouth reaches the small of his back.
“Dom-”
Ignoring the soft cry of uncertainty, Dom’s hand slides down Billy’s chest, briefly teasing at his belly button and then firmly gripping a hip as his tongue laps at Billy’s back dimples.
“Turn over,” he whispers, applying some pressure to Billy’s hip, guiding the Scotsman onto his back.
Complying, Billy can’t make himself look as Dom shifts and settles himself between Billy’s now widely splayed thighs. Body throbbing with need, arousal pressing insistently against Dom’s warm, bare skin, it’s all Billy can do to keep from begging for Dom to touch him, kiss him. Anything.
“Billy?”
“Hmmm?”
“Open your eyes,” Dom instructs softly, breath hot and moist against Billy’s skin, low on his stomach.
Drawing in a ragged breath, Billy slowly obeys, the green pools of his eyes dark with arousal as they lock with Dom’s.
“Is this okay?” Dom asks, fingers of one hand splayed over Billy’s belly, feeling the faint quivering.
“Aye,” Billy moans quietly.
“Good.”
Lowering his head, Dom trails kisses from Billy’s left hip bone to his right, then slides his talented tongue along the crease between hip and thigh, all the way down until his rosy lips are a breath away from Billy’s hard, throbbing erection.
“Dommie,” Billy whimpers, hips undulating helplessly. “Please . . .”
Wordlessly acquiescing to his lover’s request, Dom gently takes Billy’s swollen arousal into his hot, wet mouth, sinking down as far as he can manage. Long tongue swirling eagerly around the thick shaft, Dom tightens his lips and begins bobbing his head, sucking in a slow, lazy, sensual rhythm. At the end of each withdrawal, Dom places a soft kiss to the sensitive head of Billy’s arousal, or laps at the salty fluid leaking from the small slit.
When a strangled gasping moan of pleasure rips from Billy’s throat, Dom smiles and sinks back down, taking Billy in, all the way to the root. A moment later, Billy’s small fingers are gripping the tousled strands of Dom’s sun-kissed blonde hair and holding firmly as Dom continues to suck in utter abandon, fingers sliding over Billy’s hips in endless, hungry caresses.
Completely overcome by the exquisite sensations Dom is lavishing on him, Billy turns to quicksilver in Dom’s hands, bucking and writhing, groaning loudly and trembling violently as Dom’s stabbing tongue grows greedy, desperate for more of Billy. Mewling with pleasure, frantically begging for release, Billy thrusts into Dom’s hot, wet mouth as much as Dom will allow, the tanned hands on Billy’s hips controlling his movements. Moments later, Billy’s muscles pull up tight, and then he’s crying out raggedly in ecstasy as he spins out over the edge of bliss, pulses of his intimate warmth coating Dom’s talented tongue and then being eagerly swallowed down.
Limp and spent, Billy watches through half-lidded eyes as Dom laps at his softening flesh, then presses a kiss to the inside of Billy’s thigh before looking up to meet Billy’s gaze.
“G’morning.”
“C’mere, Dommie,” Billy whispers hoarsely, staring at the moist curve of Dom’s lower lip.
Wasting no time, Dom crawls up the length of Billy’s languid body, stretching out over him, their hips locked together as Billy wraps a hand around the nape of Dom’s neck to bring their mouths together. Lips meeting in deep, wet kisses, Billy is unable to suppress a moan when he tastes himself on Dom’s impossible long, talented tongue. Arms wrapping around one another, Billy hungrily deepens the kiss, hand sliding down Dom’s lean body to cup a round arse cheek and give it a firm squeeze.
Gasping at the surprise movement, Dom’s mouth opens wider, and Billy wastes no time eagerly diving in, tongue teasing at the roof of Dom’s mouth and then slipping under his tongue. It’s evident to Billy that Dom’s not entirely familiar about being touched in that particular place, but appears to enjoy it, judging by the way he’s whimpering and his hips are rocking desperately into Billy’s. When the need for oxygen becomes too great, Dom finally breaks the kiss, panting heavily for breath as Billy lazily strokes his tousled hair.
“Thank you,” Billy whispers raggedly, his own chest heaving.
“For what?”
“For . . . that,” Billy replies, gesturing in the direction of his lap.
Confused by the tone of Billy’s voice, Dom pushes himself up onto his elbows to look into Billy’s eyes. A long moment passes before realization dawns.
“Bills, it’s not a chore.”
“What?”
“Going down on you,” Dom continues. “I did it because I wanted to, and thought, well, that you’d like it.”
“Dommie, I loved it,” Billy corrects, a now familiar blush pinking his cheeks slightly. “It was wonderful. Incredible, really.”
“Good.”
“You really don’t mind?” Billy asks, brow furrowing.
Unable to stop himself, Dom laughs lightly as he shakes his head. “No. In case you haven’t figured out by now, Bills, I love touching you,” Dom replies with a grin. “Sucking you off and listening to you beg-”
“Dom!” Billy cries out, embarrassed, but his eyes sparkling.
“What? It’s really sexy,” Dom retorts. “And you’re rather cute when you’re all flustered. Believe me, it wasn’t a hardship. Why would you think that?”
“It’s just that she didn’t like to,” Billy explains softly. “Even in the beginning, so it was a pretty rare occurrence. A few times over the course of our relationship.”
“Well, I’m not her,” Dom says firmly.
Gazing deep into Dom’s expressive eyes, Billy slowly nods. “No, you’re not.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to kiss you again, as that gorgeous mouth of yours has been driving me crazy for weeks,” Dom informs Billy, settling on the mattress beside him, their legs tangling.
“Weeks?” Billy repeats.
“Months,” Dom corrects before wrapping his fingers around the nape of Billy’s neck and dragging their swollen mouths back together.
Feasting on Dom’s pouty lower lip, Billy slides a hand down Dom’s lean body, coming to rest at the small of his back. When Billy feels Dom sigh into his mouth, Billy smiles and thrusts his tongue in deep, eagerly tasting the honeyed sweetness. As the temperature and desire rises, Billy finds his ability to think slipping away.
“Wait,” he gasps, reluctantly breaking the passionate kiss.
“What’s wrong?” Dom pants, eyes half-lidded and dark with arousal. “You don’t want to?”
“It’s not that,” Billy says quickly. “It’s just-”
“Sore?” Dom asks knowingly.
“A little,” Billy admits. “So-”
“Well, call me presumptuous, but I was thinking that you could return the favor,” Dom interjects, eyes twinkling as his fingers slide lazily through Billy’s chest hair. “After all, I know what you can do when your hands are on me, I can’t wait to find out what happens when you’re inside me.”
A visible tremble rips through Billy’s body at the mere mention of being inside Dom, making love to him. Catching the flash of heat in Billy’s smoldering eyes, Dom smiles wickedly.
“Only if you’re interested, of course,” Dom adds mischievously.
Eyes narrowing, Billy rolls Dom onto his back as their lips come together in a scorching, mind melting kiss. Whimpering, Dom lets his mouth fall open, welcoming further invasion as his legs wrap snugly around Billy’s waist, and only when his lungs demand air does Billy pull back.
“Does that answer your question?” Billy asks with an arched eyebrow.
“And then some.”
Recalling an old argument, a slow, mysterious smile spreads across Billy’s face.
“What?” Dom asks, brow furrowing in confusion as his legs slide back down to the mattress.
Withdrawing from the warmth of Dom’s lithe body, Billy slides to the edge of the bed, flipping back the coverlet before rising to his feet.
“Where are you going?” Dom inquires in a ragged voice, visibly distracted as he gazes hungrily at Billy’s nude form.
“I want to take a shower,” Billy replies mildly. “And as I recall, you once said that you’d offer to wash my back.”
Turning on his heel, Billy begins walking across the room to the loo, bursting out laughing when Dom scrambles out of bed to follow him. Dom’s arms are sliding around Billy’s waist as they stumble into the loo, eager hands roaming endlessly. Mouth otherwise engaged, Billy twists on the taps and adjusts the temperature by touch alone, heart pounding erratically as Dom’s tongue tangles hungrily with his own.
Both hands finding Dom’s narrow hips, Billy guides their bodies under the hot spray, groaning when Dom curls tightly into his embrace, bringing their arousals together firmly. Turning in the small enclosure, Billy finally breaks the kiss by tipping Dom’s chin up to guide his head under the shower head. Watching the water sluice down Dom’s tanned, smooth chest like a lover’s caress, Billy can’t stop himself from drawing his fingertips over the tantalizing flesh.
“Touch all you like,” Dom invites breathlessly. “Don’t stop, Bills.”
Tilting his head to one side, Billy fastens his lips to Dom’s throat, licking and sucking at the damp skin. Trailing hot, passionate kisses down Dom’s chest, Billy is sinking to his knees when Dom’s hands tighten on his biceps.
“What are you doing?” Dom asks. “C’mere.”
“I thought you’d like my mouth on you,” Billy replies, small fingers wrapping snugly around Dom’s erection. “Like you did-”
“I want to kiss you,” Dom interrupts, pulling Billy back up so they’re face to face. “I want your tongue.”
“But-”
“Your hand is good,” Dom says, tongue darting out to catch a droplet of water on the sensual bow of Billy’s upper lip. “There’s always next time.”
Smiling at the realization that Dom intends for this to happen more than once, Billy presses Dom against the tile wall of the shower and begins pumping Dom’s hard length in his hand as his pointy tongue traces the seam of Dom’s rosy, sensuous mouth. Hands fisting into Billy’s now wet, ginger hair, Dom moans loudly and then pushes his tongue between Billy’s swollen, cherubic lips.
Writhing shamelessly at Billy’s erotic touch, Dom rocks his hips into Billy’s fist as their lips meet and part in long, messy, hungry kisses. When Billy’s left knee nudges at the inside of his right thigh, Dom lifts his leg to wrap around Billy’s hip, one hand clutching at Billy’s pale shoulder for balance. Ragged moans of pleasure and desire echo in the small space, tongues thrusting and parrying wetly as Billy’s hand moves faster and faster, quickly driving Dom to the brink of orgasm.
Unable to stop himself, Billy slides his free hand down Dom’s arched back, pausing at the sweet curve of his arse. Tongue tangling with Dom’s and then then sucking on his pouty lower lip, Billy slides a single finger between Dom’s round cheeks to caress his entrance. Bucking wildly at the sensation, Dom cries out loudly, and then his glittering release is pulsing into Billy’s fist and against his belly. Wobbling unsteadily, Dom watches through glazed eyes as Billy lifts his hand to his mouth and licks his fingers clean, eyes then locking together, followed by their mouths.
Tasting himself on Billy’s tongue, Dom whimpers, breaking the kiss long moments later, only to let his head drop down onto Billy’s shoulder, nose pressed to Billy’s neck, and his throbbing pulse. Panting for breath, Dom’s long arms wrap around Billy’s waist, trusting Billy to catch him in the event that his knees give out beneath him, and a soft sigh bubbles up in his throat when Billy kisses his wet hair, fingers stroking the nape of his neck. Dom’s not sure how long they stand in the shower, under the soothing, warm water, or when Billy twists the taps off, but Dom does notice when Billy tenderly wraps him up in a fluffy green towel before leading the way back into the bedroom.
Damp towels dropping to the floor beside the rumpled bed, Billy settles on his back before guiding Dom’s head down to rest on his shoulder, their bodies curling together under the coverlet. Gazing down at Dom as his sated eyes flutter closed, Billy smiles and slides his fingers through Dom’s damp hair, drawing the blonde strands off his sleepy face. Watching Dom press a feathery kiss to his chest before drifting off, Billy sighs softly, then wraps his arms around the sleeping man, and lets his eyes close.
Chapter 12
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*loves*
How lovely is it to find this fic updated, I ask you!
*loves more*
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Shaken by the intense heat of the desire in Dom’s hungry blue-grey eyes, Billy feels a warmth extend across his face, through his chest and abdomen, along his legs, all the way down to the tips of his toes. The icy chill of unreasonable doubt is melting, taking the last lingering vestige of his reserve with it. All he can think of is Dom and the way he feels when they kiss and touch.
:fist pump: YES! it's about time Billy had some one look at him that way, after that cold fish of a wife he had to endure.
“Let me,” Billy complains softly, realizing through the dizzying fog of passion surrounding them that Dom is still fully dressed. He’s doing all the taking, and giving nothing to Dom in return.
eh, don't bet the farm on that, Billy. :grin:
man, when they get together, they do it sooo right. this was so worth the wait!
*hugs*
kerry =)
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Ehr, there is no need to say that it was awesome, is there? You.Know.It.
Great!
& yay! for Dom not going away :)
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It was really difficult to wait until Monday. I wanted to share so much! Damn posting schedule. And, I totally agree. About bloody time!
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I hoped that you'd change your mind. So glad you did.
Thanks so much. Happy that you enjoyed. :)
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I thought so. Thank you!
Happy boys, indeed.
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Poor Billy, getting stuck with that bitch. And I agree with you. Something tells me that Dom was receiving plenty from Billy in that moment.
Thanks so much, hon. Tickled that you enjoyed. :)
*hugs you back*
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Thank you very much. Happy that you enjoyed.
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And shower sex? Never a bad thing. ;)
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damn it!!
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_lorelai
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Oh man was that good. Thanks babe That was well worth the wait. **kisses**
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You're adorable, do you know that?
Rating? Oh, damn! A typo! *giggles*
Look forward to reading your comment after you've read it.
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Thank you so much! Glad it was worth the wait, and happy that you enjoyed. :)
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More tomorrow! :)
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I'm so happy that it was worth the wait. Thank you so much. :)
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Thanks so much. I'm happy that you're enjoying. :)
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It was perfect... awwww! (and obviously hot *evil chuckle*)
Is there some kind of Abby Haters Club or something? Because I would join it as fast as I can!
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yay omg haha they finally did it w00t!!!
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