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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17, most definitely.
Summary: Christmas brings forth a variety of surprises.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks tofrojane, for the beta. Credit for the banner goes to the very talented loki_girl. Thank you so much.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Since you’ve been so nice, here’s some more smut, with a dash of angst.
A/N 2: Dedicated todancemagic, for being such a sweetie to me.
Previous Parts: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
Chapter 12 - Unexpected Gifts
As the hours of Christmas Eve pass slowly and lazily, it dawns on Billy that it’s a far cry from four years ago, when he had been sitting with his lawyer in a chilly conference room, dividing up the shredded remains of a lie that had been a soul crushing marriage. Dom surprises him with nuzzling kisses and a late breakfast in bed, but Billy is completely unaware of what he’s eating as his soft gaze sweeps over Dom, loving every single feature, and smiling when their eyes meet. Between bites of breakfast and sips of a spectacular latte that they share, warm, slow, prolonged kisses are exchanged, tongues tangling sweetly and unhurriedly.
Reminding Billy more of Cameron than an adult who’s seen roughly thirty Christmas Eves come and go, Dom radiates more and more excitement as the day wears on. After finally crawling out of bed and getting dressed, they spend the day at Dom’s house, hanging an eclectic assortment of ornaments he’s collected since childhood on the tall tree that Dom has saved for them to decorate together. While the three of them had spent hours over a week ago, decorating the massive blue spruce in Billy’s living room, Dom had kept this simple pine bare, instinctively knowing that Billy would need something to to keep from dwelling on Cameron’s absence.
“Where’s the angel?” Billy asks, digging through several of the discarded boxes.
Distracted and almost dizzy with lust, Dom doesn’t answer, as his eyes are drawn to the rounded curve of Billy’s arse, enhanced by the snug corduroy trousers he’s wearing. Billy is dressed all in green today, the color deep and rich, reminding Dom of a lush forest. Billy’s cheeks are rosy, his deep green eyes still glowing from their night and morning of lovemaking, and the faint, violet smudges under his eyes add a softness to his appearance, making him seem infinitely delicate and almost vulnerable. Years from now, the image of Billy, so lovely, so desirable, will remain indelibly etched on Dom’s mind, and Dom knows for certain that he’ll remember the way Billy looks right now for the rest of his life.
Suddenly aware of Dom’s intense gaze, Billy straightens up slowly, his eyes searching Dom’s face.
“Dom?” he inquires softly, amazed at the warm desire rekindling between his thighs. How is it possible to make incredibly tender, passionate love last night and again this morning, and still want more? To still be instantly aroused by a darkening glow in those beautiful, blue-grey eyes?
Licking his lips and clearing his throat, Billy tries again. “The angel?”
Dom draws Billy into his arms for a long, lingering kiss that immediately weakens Billy’s knees and makes his pulse race with anticipation. “Right about here,” Dom murmurs in a low, seductive voice, taking tiny nibbles of Billy’s rosy, cherubic lips.
“Oh, Dommie,” Billy replies, laughing lightly and then sighing with contentment as Dom’s hands slides lower to cup the curve of his arse. “You always know exactly the right thing to say. I suppose there are definite advantages to having an affair with a man who’s quite experienced and coming off of a long dry spell.”
Searching for a hidden meaning in Billy’s words, Dom looks for some resentment of his admittedly less than noble past, or a hint that perhaps Billy has changed his mind about them, and now wants more, but all Dom receives in response is a dazzling, playful smile as Billy reaches up and toys with an errant lock of sun-bleached blonde hair falling across Dom’s forehead.
“Back to work,” Billy states firmly, drawing his thumb over the pouty curve of Dom’s lower lip. “The tree looks positively naked without an angel on top.”
“I don’t have an angel,” Dom replies, pressing his fingertips against the small of Billy’s back. “It’s a star.”
Shaking his head sadly, Billy sighs with mock exasperation. “It figures. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a fat angel with fluffy yellow hair atop my Christmas tree.”
“And I’ve always had a silver star with twinkling lights,” Dom argues lightly, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. “Want to fight it out somewhere a little more comfortable? How are you at wrestling?”
“Mats or mud?” Billy asks, his eyes gleaming as they dance with the provocative idea.
Lustily, Dom’s hungry gaze slides slowly down the length of Billy’s body, their hips locked together. “Actually, I had a bed in mind, but mud really does offer a realm of intriguing possibilities.”
“Yeah, like who’s going to clean up the mess afterwards,” Billy points out with a laugh.
“Wise man, you are, Dr. Boyd,” Dom agrees. “Since it’s unlikely we’d find a cleaning service willing to come out on a holiday, we better stick to mattresses. Two out of three pins?”
Cupping Dom’s scruffy cheek, Billy presses a warm, lingering kiss to his smiling mouth. “At least, but later. The way you keep wanting to play, Dommie, it’s going to take us until Easter to decorate this thing.”
As they continue working, he and Dom carefully avoid the topic of football or his knee, actually managing to keep the mood light and easy, but despite their efforts to remain completely carefree, Billy can’t help noticing Dom growing decidedly nervous as the day wears on.
“What are you doing? Looking for Santa Claus?” Billy inquires dryly, after Dom has gone to the front window for a third time in less than an hour. “The story goes that he never comes until all good boys and girls are tucked away in their beds.”
Turning away from the window, Dom’s lips curl up into a devilishly provocative smile. “That’s undoubtedly, the most ingenious idea I’ve ever heard. Want to give it a shot?”
Billy answers Dom’s smile with a smoldering one of his own, one that reminds Dom of the look Eve must have given Adam in the Garden of Eden. Crossing the room to stand in front of Dom, Billy tilts up his face to brush a light kiss across his rosy lips. At the same time, Billy’s hands begin to tug Dom’s shirt up his chest with a tantalizing deliberation, eagerly petting the warm, tanned skin beneath.
“I’d say it’s definitely worth a try, Dommie,” he replies suggestively.
Lacing his fingers with Dom’s, Billy turns and quietly leads the way down the hall to Dom’s bedroom, remembering the last time he was in Dom’s bedroom and the feelings that he’d forced himself not to think about. This time, there are no such restraints to hold him back; Billy’s free to do as he desires, and he knows that will please Dom immensely.
Standing beside the wide bed, draped in a dark caramel coverlet, Billy quickly resumes his task of removing Dom’s soft, long-sleeved t-shirt. Dragging the worn cotton up Dom’s torso and over his head, Billy lets the material drop soundlessly to the floor before running his hands around Dom’s sides to his back, pressing into the flesh, delighting in the steely strength of the muscles he finds there.
“Bills,” Dom groans, attempting to capture his bow shaped lips.
“Not yet,” Billy murmurs in reply, hands roaming down Dom’s ribs and around to his chest, memorizing every last inch of tantalizing flesh.
Dom repeats Billy’s name with a moan of need that Billy can feel echoing in the rapid staccato of Dom’s heartbeat under his fingertips. Intoxicated by the effect he’s having on Dom, Billy longs to draw the marvelous sensations out to the fullest, to give Dom the pleasure that he lavished on Billy last night and this morning. Exploring the newly exposed skin, Billy allows their lips to meet in a lingering kiss, his pointy tongue sliding out from between his cherubic lips to explore the dark, tangy secrets of Dom’s mouth. When he finally splays his hands over Dom’s bare chest, fingertips caressing nipples into stiff, rosy peaks, Billy’s kisses grow deeper, wetter, and infinitely more wanton. Lips meet and part in a hungry exchange, their tongues eagerly thrusting and parrying until Dom’s knees buckle and he falls back onto the bed, pulling Billy with him.
“Christ, do I want you, Bills,” Dom moans, hands cupping the round curve of Billy’s arse in both hands and squeezing as the Scotsman lays atop him. Rolling his hips, Dom rubs their hard arousals together, watching as Billy’s breath catches in his throat and then grins at the fiery response.
“I know, Dommie,” Billy murmurs against Dom’s swollen lips. “I know, but it’s too soon. Much too soon.”
Laughing softly, Billy slides down Dom’s toned body, his soft lips and warm, wet tongue sampling the aroused and salty taste of Dom’s deeply tanned skin. His teasing tongue then flicks at the throbbing pulse in Dom’s neck, feeling the thundering beat tremble under his sensuous stroking.
Growing dizzy with the overwhelming sense of power, and the way Dom is responding to his touch, Billy presses a trail of hungry kisses over Dom’s smooth chest and down his firm, flat stomach. Following the line of light hair with his lips, Billy relishes in the musky taste of his lover’s skin until he’s forced to stop, cruelly impeded by the waistband of Dom’s low slung blue jeans.
Billy knows this man’s body intimately, as he’s been tending to it for nearly four months now and he’d lain pressed against it all last night, yet it has suddenly become unknown, foreign territory that he longs to explore. Murmuring his lover’s name with a ragged groan of pleasure as Billy unfastens his denims, Dom watches through half-lidded, smoldering eyes as Billy pulls the material slowly over his narrow hips and down his long legs. The small palms that delight in the hard corded muscles of Dom’s thighs are not of those of a physician, but of a man, reveling in the similarities and differences between their bodies.
Dom is so strong and hard, yet soft and vulnerable at the same time, and the sinews straining down the columns of his legs are so taut that they take Billy’s breath away. When Billy’s cherubic lips replace his exploring fingers at the soft skin along the inside of Dom’s upper thighs, Dom helplessly bucks upward, a guttural, whimpering moan filling the air as his body eloquently states its need for more of Billy’s touch.
Even as Billy’s head spins at the heady sense of control that Dom has so willingly given him, much like that amazing night in the kitchen, Billy discovers he indeed is going mad himself. The more he stokes Dom’s intense flames of passion, the more his own blazes higher. Clothes eagerly stripped away in a mindless flurry, Billy fits his trim body to lie full length atop Dom, overcome with need to be closer to him. As close as possible. The overwhelming desire makes Billy reckless, the stiff peaks of his nipples pressing into Dom’s chest, swollen arousals rubbing desperately and legs entwining.
Hearing a roar in his ears, Dom shudders and thrashes violently, without even being aware of it as his hands clutch desperately at Billy’s back to keep their bodies pressed tightly together. Billy’s movements above him are driving Dom to the peak of orgasm at top speed; he wants Billy to stop before he falls into the abyss too soon, but he also he wants Billy to never, ever stop touching him this way.
“Fuck, Bills,” Dom moans, tongue and teeth nibbling at Billy’s fleshy earlobe, his hands burning a trail from Billy’s bare shoulders to the back of his thighs and back up again. “You’re going to set this bed on fire.”
“You can’t burn up a bed with just bodies,” Billy replies with a warm, musical laugh. “According to science.”
“Want to bet?”
As Dom’s hand slides between their moist bellies, pressing against Billy’s molten core, Billy gasps loudly and arches his back, the sensation causing his muscles to spasm. While the touch is beyond exquisite, Billy wants more. Much, much more. He wants to feel Dom beneath him, surrounding him completely, writhing and moaning with pleasure as their bodies rock together. He wants Dom wrapped around him, as close as they can possibly be, lost in each others pleasure.
Billy’s realizes that he’s spoken aloud when Dom suddenly shifts, his firm thighs parting wide to welcome Billy as he reaches over to the nightstand and frantically searches for the bottle of lubricant he knows is in the top drawer. Finding his prize, Dom brings their swollen, wet mouths together in a deep, shuddering kiss, settling into a comfortable position and waiting eagerly for Billy’s touch.
“Oh Christ,” Billy gasps raggedly as Dom wraps his legs around his waist, keeping their hard arousals pressed tightly together and wantonly rolling his hips.
“Don’t make me beg,” Dom murmurs hotly against Billy’s parted lips. “Unless you want me to, of course.”
Thrusting his tongue deep into Dom’s hot, welcoming mouth, Billy kisses him into submission, until Dom is nothing but a jumble of sprawled, trembling limbs, pleading for Billy to touch him. Fill him. Desire overwhelming him, words tumble shamelessly from Dom’s swollen lips, hands pulling frantically at Billy’s waist, urging him closer. Inside.
When Billy’s slicked fingers gently slip inside Dom’s tight entrance and begin to carefully stretch the muscle, Dom whimpers and arches off the mattress, panting at the intense, erotic sensation and clutching at Billy’s shoulders. Worshipping Dom’s swollen mouth with warm, hungry kisses, Billy tenderly loosens Dom’s opening, and when he begs profusely, at last brings their bodies together. Dom’s long legs wrap around Billy’s trim waist as he is lovingly breached, Billy filling him in one slow, steady push.
As they writhe together wildly, Dom moans and bucks with each voracious kiss that they share, his aroused body shaking at Billy’s touch with barely restrained passion. Sensing Dom’s need and sharing it equally, Billy groans as Dom’s intense heat wraps around him, pulling him in further until he is buried to the hilt. Long, deep thrusts drive Dom into the softness of the bed, Billy’s lips trailing along Dom’s jaw line and bringing their mouths together. Sanity shatters, taking them beyond the realm of thought and reason, swept away by overwhelming, shared passion. Dom’s mewling cries of pleasure are matched by the inarticulate words of devotion that fall from Billy’s bow shaped lips. Fingers lacing together, Billy takes them higher and higher, Dom holding on for dear life as the edges of his vision start to darken.
The night Billy pinned Dom to the couch and brought him to a shuddering orgasm was incredible, but it pales in comparison to the erotic sensations shooting through Dom’s body as Billy pumps his hips in a dizzying, electric rhythm, unraveling Dom completely. Trembling violently, Billy feels his control slipping through his fingers, but then Dom is crying out hoarsely, shaking as he whimpers, begging for Billy to come inside him. Falling into Dom’s welcoming embrace and feeling Dom’s hot, slippery release between their bellies, Billy thrusts one final time, letting go and filling Dom with his intimate warmth.
Minutes pass in silence, heaving breathing filling the quiet as hands roam endlessly, lazily exploring.
“That’s one terrific beside manner you have there, Dr. Boyd,” Dom murmurs, affectionately nuzzling his nose into Billy’s damp hair.
The innocent, teasing words hit far too close to home for Billy, and as much as he prefers putting it off, Billy knows the time has come to broach the subject of Dom’s future treatment. Propping himself up on his elbows, Billy smoothes back Dom’s sex tousled hair and draws his fingertips along Dom’s jaw line.
“Thank you, Dom,” he says carefully. “I don’t suppose this means you’d make this a whole lot easier on me and accept Dr. Bloom as your physician without a fuss, would you?”
“Not on your bloody life,” Dom retorts firmly, legs pressed against the back of Billy’s thighs to keep them intimately joined. “I’m a bloke who likes to travel first class, thank you very much. I only settle for the best. In lovers and doctors.”
Eyes downcast, Billy’s fingers toy with the sparse hair on Dom’s smooth, tanned chest. “I can’t be sleeping with you and treating you at the same time, Dom,” he argues softly. “It’s unethical. We shouldn’t be kissing, let alone having sex.”
Covering Billy’s small hand with his own, Dom links their fingers together and exhales heavily, expelling a deep sigh.
“Don’t tell me that I’m going to have to choose between being treated by the talented Dr. Boyd, or shagging his charming and very sexy alter ego,” Dom replies, arching an eyebrow and rolling his head to one side, trying to meet Billy’s gaze.
Billy closes his eyes to the liquid warmth created by Dom’s mouth against his skin as Dom presses a series of tender kisses to his face, starting at Billy’s earlobe and moving across his cheek to the corner of his mouth. “Those were the rules in the beginning, Dommie,” he reminds Dom.
“Yeah, but in the beginning you didn’t realize what you were turning down, now did you?” Dom argues, feeling more anxiety than he’s willing to let on. If he has to give Billy up now . . .
Relieved to see the old Dom reasserting himself, Billy sighs internally. He can deal with an arrogant football star much easier than with the tender man who has not only claimed his body, but his heart and soul as well.
“Won’t you just talk to Orli?” Billy requests, almost desperately. “Why do you have to be so bloody stubborn?”
Growing frustrated, Dom allows Billy’s softened flesh to slip free of his body and then slides up in bed, taking Billy with him to keep their bodies close. “Pardon me, but I’m stubborn? How about you take a good look in the mirror? And I’ve got a right to be stubborn when it’s my knee we’re talking about. I’ll be damned if I turn it over to some pretty boy quack, just because you have some ridiculous idea about who you should and shouldn’t be sleeping with.”
Pulling out of Dom’s arms and rolling to one side, Billy’s blazing eyes meet Dom’s squarely.
“Orlando Bloom is no quack. He’s quite well respected, not to mention, I think he’s a very good doctor. I wouldn’t trust your case to just anyone, you know. And I find it entirely fascinating that after maintaining an irresponsibly cavalier attitude all season, you’re suddenly concerned about your knee.”
Dom’s only response is harsh, rude and brief. As they remain at a standoff, Dom tells himself that his anger is due to Billy’s adamant refusal to compromise and not a result of any despair on his own part about their situation.
“Look, Bills,” Dom begins, his tone softer as he rolls onto his elbow and snuggles into Billy’s side. “Let’s just let things go on as they are. They’re working just fine.”
Billy’s eyes are dark with distress as he opens his mouth to reply.
“But-”
Shaking his head, Dom lays a finger against Billy’s swollen, sensuous lips. “It doesn’t make any sense to change doctors now. The season is more than half over anyway,” Dom argues softly. “I don’t want to change things, shake things up. You know me, you know every inch of me. You can tell when I’m hurting, when I’m covering, and you know where to touch to make it better. Nobody but you can do that. Only you. Most importantly, I trust you.”
Leaning in closer, Dom presses his cheek to Billy’s ginger hair and inhales the light fragrance of his shampoo deep into his lungs, determined to remember it always. When this day is a distant memory, and he’s looking for comfort on a lonely day.
Relieved that Dom can’t see the inner gloom he knows is mirrored in his own eyes, Billy doesn’t pull away. The urge to ask about next season is intense, but that would mean a relationship that Billy has repeatedly insisted that he doesn’t want. You went in with your eyes open, Boyd. Now is not the time to muddy the waters by looking for feelings that don’t exist.
“Alright, Dom. You win,” Billy says finally, agreeing in a low voice. “After all, you’re right about the season already being half over.”
“You know, it’s a good thing we’re not the type of people to want complications,” Dom says, stretching out on his back and frowning up at the ceiling.
Struggling for control, Billy closes his eyes again. “A very good thing. Someone could end up getting hurt, otherwise.”
“But we’ve managed to avoid that,” Dom points out mildly. “I think even Cam will be able to handle me leaving.”
Eyes flying open, the intense pain jolts through Billy’s body, hot and unrestrained.
“You’re leaving?” he murmurs, more to himself than to Dom.
It’s a rhetorical question, but Dom answers anyway, forcing his tone to remain matter of fact.
“This is the last year of a five year contract for me, Bills,” Dom explains dryly. “Does that make things any clearer?”
It does. Horribly, painfully, achingly clear.
“You don’t think that Rangers are going to renew?” Billy asks softly, a hard lump forming in his throat.
Dom shrugs noncommittally, wondering why, as many times as he’s been forced to face the prospect of a career move, it has never seemed as bleak as now.
“Sometimes, on my good days, I convince myself that if I’m indispensable to the team and take us all the way to the final of the League Cup, they’ll have to,” Dom admits, eyes unable to meet Billy’s and reveal the intense pain that has bubbled to the surface. “But speaking as my doctor, would you sign this body to a long term contract? I don’t think so.”
Yes, Billy cries out inwardly. “I can see their point.”
Their combined sighs echo in the quiet room.
“Christ, Bills,” Dom says, looking over and meeting Billy’s gaze now that he’s had a few moments to collect himself. “I could spend the next five years in five different cities, or even a few different countries. All the more reason for us to live in the moment, wouldn’t you say?”
Dom’s mouth seeks Billy’s, craving release from thoughts that he has no business thinking. The fervent hope that they just might have a future together.
No regrets, Billy reminds himself, wrapping his arms around Dom’s lithe, slender body and bringing their lips together, determined to make the most of the relatively short time they have left.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
“Close your eyes,” Dom instructs some time later as they walk across the back gardens to Billy’s house, the chilly air causing goose bumps to form on their exposed skin.
“If I close my eyes, I won’t be able to see where I’m going,” Billy points out. “With my luck, I’ll probably fall in the pool.”
“That’s okay, Bills,” Dom replies. “I’ve always found firm bodies, wet or dry, extremely sexy.”
“I’ll just bet,” Billy mutters, unreasonably jealous of any lover, male or female, who’s passed through Dom’s life before they met. Forcing the feelings away, Billy refuses to allow the negative emotion to destroy the happiness he’s currently feeling. If this is all I’m going to have, Billy tells himself, I want it to be as perfect as possible.
“It’s the middle of the sodding winter and the pool heater isn’t on,” Billy retorts. “Do you find lovers with hypothermia sexy?”
“I always find you sexy, Billy,” Dom answers immediately. “But don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand.”
“I need my keys,” Billy adds, starting to reach into his pockets.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got them,” Dom replies, pressing a quick kiss to Billy’s hair.
Nodding, Billy allows Dom to lead him into the kitchen, where they take off their shoes, and then into the living room. The scent of a tree, paired with some vanilla that smells like fresh baking, heightens Billy’s anticipation of Christmas.
“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” Dom says softly, his warm breath tickling Billy’s neck.
Blinking, Billy’s gaze immediately focuses on the most incredible thing he’s ever seen. “What is that?” he gasps in shock.
“Uh, if you don’t recognize a piano when you see one, Bills, I think we’re in trouble.”
Moving as if in a trance, Billy runs his fingers over the glossy sheen of the ebony cabinet. “This isn’t just a piano, Dommie,” he whispers. “It’s a concert grand.”
“I know. I tried to find a twin to the one that shattered, but I didn’t have any luck,” Dom apologizes. “And I didn’t think you’d have the time to refinish any of the relics I did manage to find.” Curling into Billy’s back, Dom slips his arms around Billy’s waist and cuddles him close. “I was rather hoping you’d accept this as a substitute.”
Dom had gone looking to replace his beloved piano, Billy thinks to himself in amazement. Considered what Billy would have time for, then bought this incredible instrument and surprised him with it for Christmas.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Billy looks over his shoulder for a moment to meet Dom’s eyes. “I can’t let you do this, Dom. It’s far too extravagant.”
“Hey, it was my dog,” Dom reminds him. “You were quick enough to point that out to me while surrounded by pieces of mahogany and piano wire.”
“But the other one was insured,” Billy protests. “I was going to buy a new one with the cheque I got from the moving company.”
“Oh, my silly Scot,” Dom says with a sigh. “What kind of piano are you going to be able to buy with a hundred pounds?”
A question rises in Billy’s mind, pushing through the shock of the gift. “How did you-”
“It pays to be a well known footballer. I had it delivered this afternoon,” Dom replies, his eyes twinkling. “While we were otherwise engaged, and then taking a well earned nap.”
“The window,” Billy whispers, realizing why Dom was so fidgety earlier. “My keys.”
“Yup.”
“Dommie, I can’t let you do this,” Billy repeats weakly, his fingers trailing over the ebony and ivory keys, causing him to marvel at the beautiful tone.
“It’s only money, Bills,” Dom argues softly. “Let me do this for you. Please?”
“Dom, I-”
“Try it out,” Dom instructs, releasing Billy and pulling out the bench. “I’m told you can’t properly judge a piano by its case.”
Drawn by the beauty of the instrument, Billy succumbs, sitting down, executing a graceful glissando up and down the keys. Almost against his will, Billy begins to play the chorus of the Skye Boat Song, a favorite his grandmother used to sing to him when he was a wee lad, forgetting Dom as he loses himself in the rich, perfect sounds. Without even realizing it, Billy opens his mouth, and begins to sing, adding his lovely, Scottish brogue to the melody.
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing,
onward the sailor's cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be king over the sea to Skye.
Though the wave leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.
After he’s finished the brief piece, Billy’s small hands fall into his lap, his eyes guarded as he looks up at Dom.
“I won’t take it back,” Dom warns, folding his arms over his chest and assuming a firm stance. “I like giving people presents, Billy.”
“My grandmother said there were certain gifts a woman could accept from a man,” Billy states.
“I see.” Dom’s blue-grey eyes are bright with laughter. “And what, pray tell, did those gifts include?”
Billy can’t help himself, drawn irresistibly to the keys again, his fingers playing a few random chords before answering. “You know, the usual things. Flowers, chocolate . . .”
“Did she ever specifically say a piano is against the rules?” Dom asks, pressing his point.
“Of course not,” Billy replies with a laugh.
“It’s settled then. We’re okay. Please keep it, Billy. It’s of no use to me.” Leaning down, Dom brushes a snowflake kiss against Billy’s lips, eliciting a shiver. “ I can’t even pound out a bad rendition of ‘Chopsticks.’”
“I still don’t approve,” Billy murmurs, knowing that Dom has no intention of taking the gift back. Shaking his head, Billy manages a teasing smile. “Well, now we definitely have to see you through the rest of the season.”
“How come?”
“Because if you don’t sign a big contract, you might fall behind on the payments and cause the shop to come back and repossess it,” Billy replies. “I’d hate that.”
Dom laughs, as he’s supposed to, wondering why giving Billy the piano doesn’t make him feel as good as he’d anticipated. The salesman had assured him the Steinway was the most exquisite instrument in the city. He enjoys giving expensive presents. One of the nicest things he’s discovered about money is the pleasure it can give others.
Long ago, Dom discovered that women were quick to display amazing gratitude for something easily obtained, like a leather coat or a diamond bracelet. That had admittedly been part of the appeal. In fact, Dom had planned for this piano to be the instrument of Billy’s seduction and submission, but after all they’ve shared in the last twenty-four hours, it suddenly seems superfluous. Despite all his planning, nothing had prepared Dom for the overwhleming emotions of being physically intimate with Billy.
“I suppose you come from one of those families who always open presents on Christmas Eve,” Billy says, smiling up at Dom.
To Billy’s surprise, Dom’s gaze is solemn. “Only Mum and Dad got away with that one. They said Christmas Day was for the kids, and Christmas Eve for lovers.”
“Oh.” Their eyes hold and once again, there is an intense flash of heat. “I’ll get yours,” Billy says on a whisper. “It’s upstairs.”
Dom smiles. “I’ve got some wine chilling next door. I’ll be right back, yeah?”
Nodding, Billy turns away before Dom can see the unexpected tears that suddenly brighten his eyes. What the hell is wrong with him? Billy tells himself that it’s just the holidays. Any normal father who is spending his first Christmas in seven years without his son, returning to his beloved childhood city, would get a little misty eyed. Then, with a deep seated sense of honesty, Billy admits that it’s the idea of losing Dom that’s causing the atypical feelings of depression. Forcing a smile as Dom returns, Billy hands him his gift.
“I love it!” Dom’s face is lit with a huge smile as he sits on the couch next to Billy, stroking the smooth cover and then leafing through the leather-bound set of Shakespeare’s plays. During a long, intense massage session one evening, after a particularly rough practice, Dom had told Billy about coveting his Mum’s set for years, and Billy had been quite pleased with his purchase.
At first, Billy is a wee bit distressed that his present can’t begin to equal Dom’s. Then Billy reminds himself that while his salary at the clinic is certainly more than adequate, Dom’s is astronomical by comparison. If Dom never works another day in his life, he’ll never have to worry about money. Yet Billy knows that’s not what is driving Dom to return to the football pitch, match after match.
“It’s a terrific present, Billy. Thank you.”
“It’s not nearly as extravagant as yours,” Billy protests softly.
Drawing Billy into the circle of his arms, Dom punctuates his words with hard little kisses that taste like wine. “You’ve already given me the most wonderful present any man could wish for, Bills. I’ll always remember these days as the best of my life.”
The tenderly spoken words bring with them an unexpected flood of anguish. Resting his head on Dom’s shoulder, Billy absorbs the pain fully, allowing it to course through him, infiltrating every cell.
This is how he’ll feel after Dom is gone, Billy realizes with a detached sense of fatalism. Oh, the pain will lessen, but he’ll never be free of the dull, aching sense of loss. It has taken root in his heart like a weed, and Billy forces himself to admit that despite all his best intentions, Billy Boyd, M.D., an intelligent man, has fallen desperately in love with someone who definitely shares his independent view of life. It’s so ironic, Billy will have to laugh. Once he gets over the gut wrenching pain, of course.
Dom is aware of Billy’s sudden change in mood and realizes just how close he’s come to telling Billy exactly how much he’s come to mean to him. Don’t complicate things, Dominic, he reminds himself. You were attracted to this man because he’s strong and independent. Don’t expect him to change, just because you’re having second thoughts.
“You never did ask me what I got Cam,” Dom remembers aloud.
Leaning back, Billy’s hand flies to his mouth. “I completely forgot,” he says, looking around the room. “I don’t see any hay, so it can’t be anything too bad.” As Dom’s eyes light up devilishly, Billy observes him with genuine alarm. “You didn’t get him that pony, did you?”
When Dom doesn’t answer, Billy quickly gets to his feet, hands on his trim hips. “Really, Dominic Monaghan, I’m not about to allow you to-”
Rising as well, Dom silences Billy with a fast, firm kiss. “Hey, I know how you feel about that, Bills. Besides, a horse would make it too crowded around here.”
“What did you get him, then?” Billy presses.
Frowning, Dom is suddenly unsure, thinking that this is another idea that seemed perfect at the time, but is going to fall flat.
“Griffin.”
A puzzled frown skitters across Billy’s brow as his gaze slides to the ball of fur snoring happily, stretched out under the brand new piano. Merry is curled up in a tight ball next to him, her delicate, charcoal paw resting possessively on one of Griffin’s.
“Griffin?” Billy repeats. “You gave Cameron your dog?”
“Hell, Billy,” Dom defends his present with undue emotion. “He spends more time over here than he does at my place.”
“I know that, but-”
Shifting, Dom shrugs. “I figured when I moved on, the two of them would miss each other. Besides, I’ll probably just rent flats since I don’t expect to settle down for the next few years. That’s no life for a dog, active as he is.”
Nor a man, Billy argues silently, touched because Dom’s intentions have been good and remarkably generous. “I suppose you’re right, but why didn’t Cameron tell me about it when I drove him to the airport?”
Then Dom gives Billy a guilty grin. “I warned him that it might be better if I broke the news. I didn’t know how you’d take it. I suppose I should’ve discussed it with you ahead of time, but it seemed like such a great idea . . .”
“It’s a very nice thought, Dom,” Billy murmurs. “Don’t worry about it. Cameron must have been thrilled.”
“He was.”
They fall silent, both unexpectedly depressed.
“Have you ever had sex on top of a grand piano?” Dom asks suddenly, trying to break the gloomy mood.
Billy’s mossy green eyes widen with surprise. “Of course not.”
A full ten seconds pass as Dom gazes at Billy. “I’ll be right back,” he says, turning as if to leave the room.
“Wait a minute.” Reaching out, Billy pulls Dom back. “Where are you going?”
“To get a blanket,” Dom replies innocently. “That wood looks like it would be a bit hard for my arse.”
“I am not having sex with you on top of my brand new Christmas piano,” Billy insists, even as his heartbeat speeds up in response to the seductive gleam in Dom’s eyes.
“Oh no?” Dom muses provocatively. “Are you so sure about that?”
Billy laughs. “I’m positive.”
“You know, Billy, sometimes you can be a hard man.” Sliding his long arms around Billy’s back, Dom brings their bodies together with gentle pressure. “Very hard,” he adds with a grin when Billy’s arousal nudges against his own rapidly stiffening erection. Dom’s other hand moves between them, delving under Billy’s sweater until his fingers find a sensitive nipple.
“But most of the time you’re soft, sexy, Scottish, Billy.” Pulling the sweater over Billy’s head in a flash, Dom dips his head to flick the rosy peak of Billy’s nipple with the tip of his long tongue. “So, so soft.”
The protest on Billy’s lips turns into a moan of desire as Dom’s tongue moves from one hard nub to the other, drawing wide, wet circles on Billy’s flaming skin until Billy thinks he’s going to explode from sheer want of Dom. When Dom takes Billy’s nipple into his mouth and sucks ravenously, Billy feels something shatter deep within him.
“Come to bed,” Dom moans, recapturing Billy’s cherubic mouth in a deep, wet kiss. Mind aflame, Dom’s reasoning is disintegrating, his last coherent thought to wonder why every time he’s with Billy, it only serves to want him more. He’s insatiable, completely unquenchable.
“No,” Billy whispers hoarsely in return. “I want you. Here. Now.” With a strength born of passion, Billy pulls Dom down to the plush expanse of mocha carpeting. Carried beyond the realm of ordinary time and space, they lose themselves in the heat of each others bodies, hands exploring and holding, limbs entwining and mouths meeting in hungry, needful kisses.
Eventually, the lovers make their way into the bedroom and back into Billy’s bed, only to make love once more before giving in to the exhaustion. Shifting on his back to find a comfortable position, Billy smiles when Dom snuggles into his side, a long arm wrapping possessively around his waist, his tousled blonde head resting on the pillow next to Billy’s, so close that his warm breath caresses Billy’s neck. Finally, Dom slides a foot between Billy’s legs, locking their bodies together. Touched by the sleepy gesture, Billy rests his arm against Dom’s, gently stroking the tanned skin from shoulder to wrist until Dom’s breathing is deep and even.
It occurs to Billy that Abby never cuddled with him in bed, whether they’d had sex or not. For the length of their relationship, she preferred to sleep solitary, not wanting or needing Billy close to her as she slumbered. This is definitely not the case for Dom. As Cameron pointed out some time ago, Dom always seems to find an excuse to be close to Billy, to touch him, and now that they share a bed, the physical contact has only increased.
Truth be told, Abby was never a lover to Billy, despite his repeated attempts to create a closer relationship. They never had the spark and fire that exists between him and Dom. Even after he and Dom have had sex, several times now, the desire has not abated, or the need for each others touch cooled. For the first time in his life, Billy realizes, he has a lover. Pressing a kiss to Dom’s forehead, Billy smiles, and then lets his eyes close.
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Drawing in a deep breath as his eyes flutter open, Billy smiles at the heavy, warm naked blanket covering him. Judging by the limpness of Dom’s body, he’s deeply asleep, sprawled peacefully in Billy’s embrace. Another night has been spent with Dom in his bed, and it’s almost unnerving to Billy how natural it feels to wake up this way, so relaxed and utterly content.
Feeling Dom fall even further into the arms of sleep, Billy carefully slips out from under Dom to slide out of the large bed, and pads over to the loo. Deciding to forgo shaving today, Billy reaches for his toothbrush, only to stop short. There are two toothbrushes in the holder, where he is used to seeing only one. Looking around the small room, Billy spots a shaving kit resting on the lid of the toilet, and then Billy finds himself smiling at the realization that Dom must’ve brought a few of his things over last night, without Billy’s knowledge. Quietly humming to himself, Billy quickly brushes his teeth and slips back into the bedroom as soft light begins to fall over the rumpled bed. Having rolled over in Billy’s absence, Dom is now sprawled on his back, the bed sheet shoved down below his waist, barely shielding his nudity.
Overcome with the need to touch Dom, Billy slides back under the coverlet and carefully maneuvers himself until he’s on his stomach, gently nudging Dom’s thighs open. Licking his lips, Billy tenderly cups Dom’s length in one hand, stroking from root to tip with the other, watching the flesh stiffen as he listens to Dom’s breathing shift. Dom’s long, dark eyelashes flutter as he emerges from slumber, and feels Billy gently take his swollen arousal into his cherubic mouth, pointy tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
Carding his long, elegant fingers through Billy’s mussed ginger hair, Dom mewls softly as Billy lavishes his erection with his lips and tongue, sucking voraciously as his head bobs in a slow, seductive rhythm. Thighs parting wider in welcome invitation, Dom whimpers profusely with pleasure when Billy works a small, slicked finger inside, tenderly petting his sweet spot, over and over again. Bucking and writhing shamelessly, Dom digs his heels into the mattress and thrusts up into Billy’s tight, wet mouth eagerly, crying out Billy’s name as his control shatters and salty fluid coats Billy’s tongue.
After lapping gently at Dom’s softening arousal until his release has been cleaned away, Billy slides up Dom’s lithe, spent body, pressing tender kisses to the taut muscles of his heaving stomach and sucking on Dom’s nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks.
“Merry Christmas,” Billy murmurs against Dom’s panting lips.
Dom laughs and wraps his arms around Billy’s torso. “Merry fucking Christmas is right.”
“I take it that means you liked it?” Billy says with a shy smile. “You realize I’m a little out of practice.”
Dom’s response is to drag their mouths together in hungry, wet, passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue between Billy’s swollen lips, moaning with pleasure. When their lungs are screaming for oxygen, they finally part, gazing deep into each others eyes, their chests heaving.
“Does that answer your question?” Dom asks breathlessly, his eyes darkening as he feels Billy’s hard erection pressing urgently against his belly.
“Yeah, it does,” Billy groans as Dom wraps a leg around his waist and begins rocking his hips, giving Billy’s arousal delicious friction. “Jesus, Dommie.”
“You need to come,” Dom whispers, tongue darting out to taste himself on Billy’s lips. “I can see it, Bills. C’mon.”
Sliding a hand between their damp bodies, Dom curls his fingers around Billy’s hardness and begins pumping in a quick, dizzying rhythm as Billy hips jerk forward, craving more of Dom’s intimate touch. Lips meeting and parting in breathy, nibbling kisses, it isn’t long until Billy shudders violently, his release flowing over Dom’s long fingers in hot pulses.
Collapsing on the mattress beside Dom, Billy watches through half-lidded, drowsy eyes as Dom licks his fingers clean and then burrows into Billy’s side, snuggling in and getting comfortable.
“We should get up,” Billy murmurs sleepily, smoothing back Dom’s tousled hair and kissing his forehead.
“Later,“ Dom replies, sliding one hand along Billy’s spine. “I need a nap after that wake up call.”
“Okay. Just a short one,” Billy agrees, arms cradling Dom as he surrenders to sleep once again.
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To Billy’s surprise, Dom insists on taking on the Herculean project of attempting to teach Billy to cook, but lunch grows cold on the table when they succumb, yet again, to overwhelming shared desire. Dinner is even more memorable, as Dom is straddling Billy on the couch, teetering on the edge of orgasm, writhing and moaning in wanton ecstasy as he rides Billy, when the smoke detector in the kitchen begins screeching, reminding them of the meal they’d left unattended on the cooker. Buried inside Dom to the hilt, breathless and nearly spent from another round of lovemaking, Billy can only laugh, unable to remember ever receiving such exquisite pleasure from anyone’s company.
Little time is spent outside of their houses, content to remain in a world of their own, as they are often overcome with the need to tear away their clothing so bare skin can come together again. As if by unspoken agreement, they no longer discuss the future, settling for the incredible pleasure they are receiving by living for each golden moment. Yet despite their carefree attitude and obvious sexual chemistry, Billy still backs away from professing his love, afraid that such an admission will only revive the uneasy tension between them.
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Chapter 13
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17, most definitely.
Summary: Christmas brings forth a variety of surprises.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to
frojane, for the beta. Credit for the banner goes to the very talented loki_girl. Thank you so much.Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Since you’ve been so nice, here’s some more smut, with a dash of angst.
A/N 2: Dedicated to
dancemagic, for being such a sweetie to me.Previous Parts: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
Chapter 12 - Unexpected Gifts
As the hours of Christmas Eve pass slowly and lazily, it dawns on Billy that it’s a far cry from four years ago, when he had been sitting with his lawyer in a chilly conference room, dividing up the shredded remains of a lie that had been a soul crushing marriage. Dom surprises him with nuzzling kisses and a late breakfast in bed, but Billy is completely unaware of what he’s eating as his soft gaze sweeps over Dom, loving every single feature, and smiling when their eyes meet. Between bites of breakfast and sips of a spectacular latte that they share, warm, slow, prolonged kisses are exchanged, tongues tangling sweetly and unhurriedly.
Reminding Billy more of Cameron than an adult who’s seen roughly thirty Christmas Eves come and go, Dom radiates more and more excitement as the day wears on. After finally crawling out of bed and getting dressed, they spend the day at Dom’s house, hanging an eclectic assortment of ornaments he’s collected since childhood on the tall tree that Dom has saved for them to decorate together. While the three of them had spent hours over a week ago, decorating the massive blue spruce in Billy’s living room, Dom had kept this simple pine bare, instinctively knowing that Billy would need something to to keep from dwelling on Cameron’s absence.
“Where’s the angel?” Billy asks, digging through several of the discarded boxes.
Distracted and almost dizzy with lust, Dom doesn’t answer, as his eyes are drawn to the rounded curve of Billy’s arse, enhanced by the snug corduroy trousers he’s wearing. Billy is dressed all in green today, the color deep and rich, reminding Dom of a lush forest. Billy’s cheeks are rosy, his deep green eyes still glowing from their night and morning of lovemaking, and the faint, violet smudges under his eyes add a softness to his appearance, making him seem infinitely delicate and almost vulnerable. Years from now, the image of Billy, so lovely, so desirable, will remain indelibly etched on Dom’s mind, and Dom knows for certain that he’ll remember the way Billy looks right now for the rest of his life.
Suddenly aware of Dom’s intense gaze, Billy straightens up slowly, his eyes searching Dom’s face.
“Dom?” he inquires softly, amazed at the warm desire rekindling between his thighs. How is it possible to make incredibly tender, passionate love last night and again this morning, and still want more? To still be instantly aroused by a darkening glow in those beautiful, blue-grey eyes?
Licking his lips and clearing his throat, Billy tries again. “The angel?”
Dom draws Billy into his arms for a long, lingering kiss that immediately weakens Billy’s knees and makes his pulse race with anticipation. “Right about here,” Dom murmurs in a low, seductive voice, taking tiny nibbles of Billy’s rosy, cherubic lips.
“Oh, Dommie,” Billy replies, laughing lightly and then sighing with contentment as Dom’s hands slides lower to cup the curve of his arse. “You always know exactly the right thing to say. I suppose there are definite advantages to having an affair with a man who’s quite experienced and coming off of a long dry spell.”
Searching for a hidden meaning in Billy’s words, Dom looks for some resentment of his admittedly less than noble past, or a hint that perhaps Billy has changed his mind about them, and now wants more, but all Dom receives in response is a dazzling, playful smile as Billy reaches up and toys with an errant lock of sun-bleached blonde hair falling across Dom’s forehead.
“Back to work,” Billy states firmly, drawing his thumb over the pouty curve of Dom’s lower lip. “The tree looks positively naked without an angel on top.”
“I don’t have an angel,” Dom replies, pressing his fingertips against the small of Billy’s back. “It’s a star.”
Shaking his head sadly, Billy sighs with mock exasperation. “It figures. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a fat angel with fluffy yellow hair atop my Christmas tree.”
“And I’ve always had a silver star with twinkling lights,” Dom argues lightly, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. “Want to fight it out somewhere a little more comfortable? How are you at wrestling?”
“Mats or mud?” Billy asks, his eyes gleaming as they dance with the provocative idea.
Lustily, Dom’s hungry gaze slides slowly down the length of Billy’s body, their hips locked together. “Actually, I had a bed in mind, but mud really does offer a realm of intriguing possibilities.”
“Yeah, like who’s going to clean up the mess afterwards,” Billy points out with a laugh.
“Wise man, you are, Dr. Boyd,” Dom agrees. “Since it’s unlikely we’d find a cleaning service willing to come out on a holiday, we better stick to mattresses. Two out of three pins?”
Cupping Dom’s scruffy cheek, Billy presses a warm, lingering kiss to his smiling mouth. “At least, but later. The way you keep wanting to play, Dommie, it’s going to take us until Easter to decorate this thing.”
As they continue working, he and Dom carefully avoid the topic of football or his knee, actually managing to keep the mood light and easy, but despite their efforts to remain completely carefree, Billy can’t help noticing Dom growing decidedly nervous as the day wears on.
“What are you doing? Looking for Santa Claus?” Billy inquires dryly, after Dom has gone to the front window for a third time in less than an hour. “The story goes that he never comes until all good boys and girls are tucked away in their beds.”
Turning away from the window, Dom’s lips curl up into a devilishly provocative smile. “That’s undoubtedly, the most ingenious idea I’ve ever heard. Want to give it a shot?”
Billy answers Dom’s smile with a smoldering one of his own, one that reminds Dom of the look Eve must have given Adam in the Garden of Eden. Crossing the room to stand in front of Dom, Billy tilts up his face to brush a light kiss across his rosy lips. At the same time, Billy’s hands begin to tug Dom’s shirt up his chest with a tantalizing deliberation, eagerly petting the warm, tanned skin beneath.
“I’d say it’s definitely worth a try, Dommie,” he replies suggestively.
Lacing his fingers with Dom’s, Billy turns and quietly leads the way down the hall to Dom’s bedroom, remembering the last time he was in Dom’s bedroom and the feelings that he’d forced himself not to think about. This time, there are no such restraints to hold him back; Billy’s free to do as he desires, and he knows that will please Dom immensely.
Standing beside the wide bed, draped in a dark caramel coverlet, Billy quickly resumes his task of removing Dom’s soft, long-sleeved t-shirt. Dragging the worn cotton up Dom’s torso and over his head, Billy lets the material drop soundlessly to the floor before running his hands around Dom’s sides to his back, pressing into the flesh, delighting in the steely strength of the muscles he finds there.
“Bills,” Dom groans, attempting to capture his bow shaped lips.
“Not yet,” Billy murmurs in reply, hands roaming down Dom’s ribs and around to his chest, memorizing every last inch of tantalizing flesh.
Dom repeats Billy’s name with a moan of need that Billy can feel echoing in the rapid staccato of Dom’s heartbeat under his fingertips. Intoxicated by the effect he’s having on Dom, Billy longs to draw the marvelous sensations out to the fullest, to give Dom the pleasure that he lavished on Billy last night and this morning. Exploring the newly exposed skin, Billy allows their lips to meet in a lingering kiss, his pointy tongue sliding out from between his cherubic lips to explore the dark, tangy secrets of Dom’s mouth. When he finally splays his hands over Dom’s bare chest, fingertips caressing nipples into stiff, rosy peaks, Billy’s kisses grow deeper, wetter, and infinitely more wanton. Lips meet and part in a hungry exchange, their tongues eagerly thrusting and parrying until Dom’s knees buckle and he falls back onto the bed, pulling Billy with him.
“Christ, do I want you, Bills,” Dom moans, hands cupping the round curve of Billy’s arse in both hands and squeezing as the Scotsman lays atop him. Rolling his hips, Dom rubs their hard arousals together, watching as Billy’s breath catches in his throat and then grins at the fiery response.
“I know, Dommie,” Billy murmurs against Dom’s swollen lips. “I know, but it’s too soon. Much too soon.”
Laughing softly, Billy slides down Dom’s toned body, his soft lips and warm, wet tongue sampling the aroused and salty taste of Dom’s deeply tanned skin. His teasing tongue then flicks at the throbbing pulse in Dom’s neck, feeling the thundering beat tremble under his sensuous stroking.
Growing dizzy with the overwhelming sense of power, and the way Dom is responding to his touch, Billy presses a trail of hungry kisses over Dom’s smooth chest and down his firm, flat stomach. Following the line of light hair with his lips, Billy relishes in the musky taste of his lover’s skin until he’s forced to stop, cruelly impeded by the waistband of Dom’s low slung blue jeans.
Billy knows this man’s body intimately, as he’s been tending to it for nearly four months now and he’d lain pressed against it all last night, yet it has suddenly become unknown, foreign territory that he longs to explore. Murmuring his lover’s name with a ragged groan of pleasure as Billy unfastens his denims, Dom watches through half-lidded, smoldering eyes as Billy pulls the material slowly over his narrow hips and down his long legs. The small palms that delight in the hard corded muscles of Dom’s thighs are not of those of a physician, but of a man, reveling in the similarities and differences between their bodies.
Dom is so strong and hard, yet soft and vulnerable at the same time, and the sinews straining down the columns of his legs are so taut that they take Billy’s breath away. When Billy’s cherubic lips replace his exploring fingers at the soft skin along the inside of Dom’s upper thighs, Dom helplessly bucks upward, a guttural, whimpering moan filling the air as his body eloquently states its need for more of Billy’s touch.
Even as Billy’s head spins at the heady sense of control that Dom has so willingly given him, much like that amazing night in the kitchen, Billy discovers he indeed is going mad himself. The more he stokes Dom’s intense flames of passion, the more his own blazes higher. Clothes eagerly stripped away in a mindless flurry, Billy fits his trim body to lie full length atop Dom, overcome with need to be closer to him. As close as possible. The overwhelming desire makes Billy reckless, the stiff peaks of his nipples pressing into Dom’s chest, swollen arousals rubbing desperately and legs entwining.
Hearing a roar in his ears, Dom shudders and thrashes violently, without even being aware of it as his hands clutch desperately at Billy’s back to keep their bodies pressed tightly together. Billy’s movements above him are driving Dom to the peak of orgasm at top speed; he wants Billy to stop before he falls into the abyss too soon, but he also he wants Billy to never, ever stop touching him this way.
“Fuck, Bills,” Dom moans, tongue and teeth nibbling at Billy’s fleshy earlobe, his hands burning a trail from Billy’s bare shoulders to the back of his thighs and back up again. “You’re going to set this bed on fire.”
“You can’t burn up a bed with just bodies,” Billy replies with a warm, musical laugh. “According to science.”
“Want to bet?”
As Dom’s hand slides between their moist bellies, pressing against Billy’s molten core, Billy gasps loudly and arches his back, the sensation causing his muscles to spasm. While the touch is beyond exquisite, Billy wants more. Much, much more. He wants to feel Dom beneath him, surrounding him completely, writhing and moaning with pleasure as their bodies rock together. He wants Dom wrapped around him, as close as they can possibly be, lost in each others pleasure.
Billy’s realizes that he’s spoken aloud when Dom suddenly shifts, his firm thighs parting wide to welcome Billy as he reaches over to the nightstand and frantically searches for the bottle of lubricant he knows is in the top drawer. Finding his prize, Dom brings their swollen, wet mouths together in a deep, shuddering kiss, settling into a comfortable position and waiting eagerly for Billy’s touch.
“Oh Christ,” Billy gasps raggedly as Dom wraps his legs around his waist, keeping their hard arousals pressed tightly together and wantonly rolling his hips.
“Don’t make me beg,” Dom murmurs hotly against Billy’s parted lips. “Unless you want me to, of course.”
Thrusting his tongue deep into Dom’s hot, welcoming mouth, Billy kisses him into submission, until Dom is nothing but a jumble of sprawled, trembling limbs, pleading for Billy to touch him. Fill him. Desire overwhelming him, words tumble shamelessly from Dom’s swollen lips, hands pulling frantically at Billy’s waist, urging him closer. Inside.
When Billy’s slicked fingers gently slip inside Dom’s tight entrance and begin to carefully stretch the muscle, Dom whimpers and arches off the mattress, panting at the intense, erotic sensation and clutching at Billy’s shoulders. Worshipping Dom’s swollen mouth with warm, hungry kisses, Billy tenderly loosens Dom’s opening, and when he begs profusely, at last brings their bodies together. Dom’s long legs wrap around Billy’s trim waist as he is lovingly breached, Billy filling him in one slow, steady push.
As they writhe together wildly, Dom moans and bucks with each voracious kiss that they share, his aroused body shaking at Billy’s touch with barely restrained passion. Sensing Dom’s need and sharing it equally, Billy groans as Dom’s intense heat wraps around him, pulling him in further until he is buried to the hilt. Long, deep thrusts drive Dom into the softness of the bed, Billy’s lips trailing along Dom’s jaw line and bringing their mouths together. Sanity shatters, taking them beyond the realm of thought and reason, swept away by overwhelming, shared passion. Dom’s mewling cries of pleasure are matched by the inarticulate words of devotion that fall from Billy’s bow shaped lips. Fingers lacing together, Billy takes them higher and higher, Dom holding on for dear life as the edges of his vision start to darken.
The night Billy pinned Dom to the couch and brought him to a shuddering orgasm was incredible, but it pales in comparison to the erotic sensations shooting through Dom’s body as Billy pumps his hips in a dizzying, electric rhythm, unraveling Dom completely. Trembling violently, Billy feels his control slipping through his fingers, but then Dom is crying out hoarsely, shaking as he whimpers, begging for Billy to come inside him. Falling into Dom’s welcoming embrace and feeling Dom’s hot, slippery release between their bellies, Billy thrusts one final time, letting go and filling Dom with his intimate warmth.
Minutes pass in silence, heaving breathing filling the quiet as hands roam endlessly, lazily exploring.
“That’s one terrific beside manner you have there, Dr. Boyd,” Dom murmurs, affectionately nuzzling his nose into Billy’s damp hair.
The innocent, teasing words hit far too close to home for Billy, and as much as he prefers putting it off, Billy knows the time has come to broach the subject of Dom’s future treatment. Propping himself up on his elbows, Billy smoothes back Dom’s sex tousled hair and draws his fingertips along Dom’s jaw line.
“Thank you, Dom,” he says carefully. “I don’t suppose this means you’d make this a whole lot easier on me and accept Dr. Bloom as your physician without a fuss, would you?”
“Not on your bloody life,” Dom retorts firmly, legs pressed against the back of Billy’s thighs to keep them intimately joined. “I’m a bloke who likes to travel first class, thank you very much. I only settle for the best. In lovers and doctors.”
Eyes downcast, Billy’s fingers toy with the sparse hair on Dom’s smooth, tanned chest. “I can’t be sleeping with you and treating you at the same time, Dom,” he argues softly. “It’s unethical. We shouldn’t be kissing, let alone having sex.”
Covering Billy’s small hand with his own, Dom links their fingers together and exhales heavily, expelling a deep sigh.
“Don’t tell me that I’m going to have to choose between being treated by the talented Dr. Boyd, or shagging his charming and very sexy alter ego,” Dom replies, arching an eyebrow and rolling his head to one side, trying to meet Billy’s gaze.
Billy closes his eyes to the liquid warmth created by Dom’s mouth against his skin as Dom presses a series of tender kisses to his face, starting at Billy’s earlobe and moving across his cheek to the corner of his mouth. “Those were the rules in the beginning, Dommie,” he reminds Dom.
“Yeah, but in the beginning you didn’t realize what you were turning down, now did you?” Dom argues, feeling more anxiety than he’s willing to let on. If he has to give Billy up now . . .
Relieved to see the old Dom reasserting himself, Billy sighs internally. He can deal with an arrogant football star much easier than with the tender man who has not only claimed his body, but his heart and soul as well.
“Won’t you just talk to Orli?” Billy requests, almost desperately. “Why do you have to be so bloody stubborn?”
Growing frustrated, Dom allows Billy’s softened flesh to slip free of his body and then slides up in bed, taking Billy with him to keep their bodies close. “Pardon me, but I’m stubborn? How about you take a good look in the mirror? And I’ve got a right to be stubborn when it’s my knee we’re talking about. I’ll be damned if I turn it over to some pretty boy quack, just because you have some ridiculous idea about who you should and shouldn’t be sleeping with.”
Pulling out of Dom’s arms and rolling to one side, Billy’s blazing eyes meet Dom’s squarely.
“Orlando Bloom is no quack. He’s quite well respected, not to mention, I think he’s a very good doctor. I wouldn’t trust your case to just anyone, you know. And I find it entirely fascinating that after maintaining an irresponsibly cavalier attitude all season, you’re suddenly concerned about your knee.”
Dom’s only response is harsh, rude and brief. As they remain at a standoff, Dom tells himself that his anger is due to Billy’s adamant refusal to compromise and not a result of any despair on his own part about their situation.
“Look, Bills,” Dom begins, his tone softer as he rolls onto his elbow and snuggles into Billy’s side. “Let’s just let things go on as they are. They’re working just fine.”
Billy’s eyes are dark with distress as he opens his mouth to reply.
“But-”
Shaking his head, Dom lays a finger against Billy’s swollen, sensuous lips. “It doesn’t make any sense to change doctors now. The season is more than half over anyway,” Dom argues softly. “I don’t want to change things, shake things up. You know me, you know every inch of me. You can tell when I’m hurting, when I’m covering, and you know where to touch to make it better. Nobody but you can do that. Only you. Most importantly, I trust you.”
Leaning in closer, Dom presses his cheek to Billy’s ginger hair and inhales the light fragrance of his shampoo deep into his lungs, determined to remember it always. When this day is a distant memory, and he’s looking for comfort on a lonely day.
Relieved that Dom can’t see the inner gloom he knows is mirrored in his own eyes, Billy doesn’t pull away. The urge to ask about next season is intense, but that would mean a relationship that Billy has repeatedly insisted that he doesn’t want. You went in with your eyes open, Boyd. Now is not the time to muddy the waters by looking for feelings that don’t exist.
“Alright, Dom. You win,” Billy says finally, agreeing in a low voice. “After all, you’re right about the season already being half over.”
“You know, it’s a good thing we’re not the type of people to want complications,” Dom says, stretching out on his back and frowning up at the ceiling.
Struggling for control, Billy closes his eyes again. “A very good thing. Someone could end up getting hurt, otherwise.”
“But we’ve managed to avoid that,” Dom points out mildly. “I think even Cam will be able to handle me leaving.”
Eyes flying open, the intense pain jolts through Billy’s body, hot and unrestrained.
“You’re leaving?” he murmurs, more to himself than to Dom.
It’s a rhetorical question, but Dom answers anyway, forcing his tone to remain matter of fact.
“This is the last year of a five year contract for me, Bills,” Dom explains dryly. “Does that make things any clearer?”
It does. Horribly, painfully, achingly clear.
“You don’t think that Rangers are going to renew?” Billy asks softly, a hard lump forming in his throat.
Dom shrugs noncommittally, wondering why, as many times as he’s been forced to face the prospect of a career move, it has never seemed as bleak as now.
“Sometimes, on my good days, I convince myself that if I’m indispensable to the team and take us all the way to the final of the League Cup, they’ll have to,” Dom admits, eyes unable to meet Billy’s and reveal the intense pain that has bubbled to the surface. “But speaking as my doctor, would you sign this body to a long term contract? I don’t think so.”
Yes, Billy cries out inwardly. “I can see their point.”
Their combined sighs echo in the quiet room.
“Christ, Bills,” Dom says, looking over and meeting Billy’s gaze now that he’s had a few moments to collect himself. “I could spend the next five years in five different cities, or even a few different countries. All the more reason for us to live in the moment, wouldn’t you say?”
Dom’s mouth seeks Billy’s, craving release from thoughts that he has no business thinking. The fervent hope that they just might have a future together.
No regrets, Billy reminds himself, wrapping his arms around Dom’s lithe, slender body and bringing their lips together, determined to make the most of the relatively short time they have left.
“Close your eyes,” Dom instructs some time later as they walk across the back gardens to Billy’s house, the chilly air causing goose bumps to form on their exposed skin.
“If I close my eyes, I won’t be able to see where I’m going,” Billy points out. “With my luck, I’ll probably fall in the pool.”
“That’s okay, Bills,” Dom replies. “I’ve always found firm bodies, wet or dry, extremely sexy.”
“I’ll just bet,” Billy mutters, unreasonably jealous of any lover, male or female, who’s passed through Dom’s life before they met. Forcing the feelings away, Billy refuses to allow the negative emotion to destroy the happiness he’s currently feeling. If this is all I’m going to have, Billy tells himself, I want it to be as perfect as possible.
“It’s the middle of the sodding winter and the pool heater isn’t on,” Billy retorts. “Do you find lovers with hypothermia sexy?”
“I always find you sexy, Billy,” Dom answers immediately. “But don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand.”
“I need my keys,” Billy adds, starting to reach into his pockets.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got them,” Dom replies, pressing a quick kiss to Billy’s hair.
Nodding, Billy allows Dom to lead him into the kitchen, where they take off their shoes, and then into the living room. The scent of a tree, paired with some vanilla that smells like fresh baking, heightens Billy’s anticipation of Christmas.
“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” Dom says softly, his warm breath tickling Billy’s neck.
Blinking, Billy’s gaze immediately focuses on the most incredible thing he’s ever seen. “What is that?” he gasps in shock.
“Uh, if you don’t recognize a piano when you see one, Bills, I think we’re in trouble.”
Moving as if in a trance, Billy runs his fingers over the glossy sheen of the ebony cabinet. “This isn’t just a piano, Dommie,” he whispers. “It’s a concert grand.”
“I know. I tried to find a twin to the one that shattered, but I didn’t have any luck,” Dom apologizes. “And I didn’t think you’d have the time to refinish any of the relics I did manage to find.” Curling into Billy’s back, Dom slips his arms around Billy’s waist and cuddles him close. “I was rather hoping you’d accept this as a substitute.”
Dom had gone looking to replace his beloved piano, Billy thinks to himself in amazement. Considered what Billy would have time for, then bought this incredible instrument and surprised him with it for Christmas.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Billy looks over his shoulder for a moment to meet Dom’s eyes. “I can’t let you do this, Dom. It’s far too extravagant.”
“Hey, it was my dog,” Dom reminds him. “You were quick enough to point that out to me while surrounded by pieces of mahogany and piano wire.”
“But the other one was insured,” Billy protests. “I was going to buy a new one with the cheque I got from the moving company.”
“Oh, my silly Scot,” Dom says with a sigh. “What kind of piano are you going to be able to buy with a hundred pounds?”
A question rises in Billy’s mind, pushing through the shock of the gift. “How did you-”
“It pays to be a well known footballer. I had it delivered this afternoon,” Dom replies, his eyes twinkling. “While we were otherwise engaged, and then taking a well earned nap.”
“The window,” Billy whispers, realizing why Dom was so fidgety earlier. “My keys.”
“Yup.”
“Dommie, I can’t let you do this,” Billy repeats weakly, his fingers trailing over the ebony and ivory keys, causing him to marvel at the beautiful tone.
“It’s only money, Bills,” Dom argues softly. “Let me do this for you. Please?”
“Dom, I-”
“Try it out,” Dom instructs, releasing Billy and pulling out the bench. “I’m told you can’t properly judge a piano by its case.”
Drawn by the beauty of the instrument, Billy succumbs, sitting down, executing a graceful glissando up and down the keys. Almost against his will, Billy begins to play the chorus of the Skye Boat Song, a favorite his grandmother used to sing to him when he was a wee lad, forgetting Dom as he loses himself in the rich, perfect sounds. Without even realizing it, Billy opens his mouth, and begins to sing, adding his lovely, Scottish brogue to the melody.
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing,
onward the sailor's cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be king over the sea to Skye.
Though the wave leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.
After he’s finished the brief piece, Billy’s small hands fall into his lap, his eyes guarded as he looks up at Dom.
“I won’t take it back,” Dom warns, folding his arms over his chest and assuming a firm stance. “I like giving people presents, Billy.”
“My grandmother said there were certain gifts a woman could accept from a man,” Billy states.
“I see.” Dom’s blue-grey eyes are bright with laughter. “And what, pray tell, did those gifts include?”
Billy can’t help himself, drawn irresistibly to the keys again, his fingers playing a few random chords before answering. “You know, the usual things. Flowers, chocolate . . .”
“Did she ever specifically say a piano is against the rules?” Dom asks, pressing his point.
“Of course not,” Billy replies with a laugh.
“It’s settled then. We’re okay. Please keep it, Billy. It’s of no use to me.” Leaning down, Dom brushes a snowflake kiss against Billy’s lips, eliciting a shiver. “ I can’t even pound out a bad rendition of ‘Chopsticks.’”
“I still don’t approve,” Billy murmurs, knowing that Dom has no intention of taking the gift back. Shaking his head, Billy manages a teasing smile. “Well, now we definitely have to see you through the rest of the season.”
“How come?”
“Because if you don’t sign a big contract, you might fall behind on the payments and cause the shop to come back and repossess it,” Billy replies. “I’d hate that.”
Dom laughs, as he’s supposed to, wondering why giving Billy the piano doesn’t make him feel as good as he’d anticipated. The salesman had assured him the Steinway was the most exquisite instrument in the city. He enjoys giving expensive presents. One of the nicest things he’s discovered about money is the pleasure it can give others.
Long ago, Dom discovered that women were quick to display amazing gratitude for something easily obtained, like a leather coat or a diamond bracelet. That had admittedly been part of the appeal. In fact, Dom had planned for this piano to be the instrument of Billy’s seduction and submission, but after all they’ve shared in the last twenty-four hours, it suddenly seems superfluous. Despite all his planning, nothing had prepared Dom for the overwhleming emotions of being physically intimate with Billy.
“I suppose you come from one of those families who always open presents on Christmas Eve,” Billy says, smiling up at Dom.
To Billy’s surprise, Dom’s gaze is solemn. “Only Mum and Dad got away with that one. They said Christmas Day was for the kids, and Christmas Eve for lovers.”
“Oh.” Their eyes hold and once again, there is an intense flash of heat. “I’ll get yours,” Billy says on a whisper. “It’s upstairs.”
Dom smiles. “I’ve got some wine chilling next door. I’ll be right back, yeah?”
Nodding, Billy turns away before Dom can see the unexpected tears that suddenly brighten his eyes. What the hell is wrong with him? Billy tells himself that it’s just the holidays. Any normal father who is spending his first Christmas in seven years without his son, returning to his beloved childhood city, would get a little misty eyed. Then, with a deep seated sense of honesty, Billy admits that it’s the idea of losing Dom that’s causing the atypical feelings of depression. Forcing a smile as Dom returns, Billy hands him his gift.
“I love it!” Dom’s face is lit with a huge smile as he sits on the couch next to Billy, stroking the smooth cover and then leafing through the leather-bound set of Shakespeare’s plays. During a long, intense massage session one evening, after a particularly rough practice, Dom had told Billy about coveting his Mum’s set for years, and Billy had been quite pleased with his purchase.
At first, Billy is a wee bit distressed that his present can’t begin to equal Dom’s. Then Billy reminds himself that while his salary at the clinic is certainly more than adequate, Dom’s is astronomical by comparison. If Dom never works another day in his life, he’ll never have to worry about money. Yet Billy knows that’s not what is driving Dom to return to the football pitch, match after match.
“It’s a terrific present, Billy. Thank you.”
“It’s not nearly as extravagant as yours,” Billy protests softly.
Drawing Billy into the circle of his arms, Dom punctuates his words with hard little kisses that taste like wine. “You’ve already given me the most wonderful present any man could wish for, Bills. I’ll always remember these days as the best of my life.”
The tenderly spoken words bring with them an unexpected flood of anguish. Resting his head on Dom’s shoulder, Billy absorbs the pain fully, allowing it to course through him, infiltrating every cell.
This is how he’ll feel after Dom is gone, Billy realizes with a detached sense of fatalism. Oh, the pain will lessen, but he’ll never be free of the dull, aching sense of loss. It has taken root in his heart like a weed, and Billy forces himself to admit that despite all his best intentions, Billy Boyd, M.D., an intelligent man, has fallen desperately in love with someone who definitely shares his independent view of life. It’s so ironic, Billy will have to laugh. Once he gets over the gut wrenching pain, of course.
Dom is aware of Billy’s sudden change in mood and realizes just how close he’s come to telling Billy exactly how much he’s come to mean to him. Don’t complicate things, Dominic, he reminds himself. You were attracted to this man because he’s strong and independent. Don’t expect him to change, just because you’re having second thoughts.
“You never did ask me what I got Cam,” Dom remembers aloud.
Leaning back, Billy’s hand flies to his mouth. “I completely forgot,” he says, looking around the room. “I don’t see any hay, so it can’t be anything too bad.” As Dom’s eyes light up devilishly, Billy observes him with genuine alarm. “You didn’t get him that pony, did you?”
When Dom doesn’t answer, Billy quickly gets to his feet, hands on his trim hips. “Really, Dominic Monaghan, I’m not about to allow you to-”
Rising as well, Dom silences Billy with a fast, firm kiss. “Hey, I know how you feel about that, Bills. Besides, a horse would make it too crowded around here.”
“What did you get him, then?” Billy presses.
Frowning, Dom is suddenly unsure, thinking that this is another idea that seemed perfect at the time, but is going to fall flat.
“Griffin.”
A puzzled frown skitters across Billy’s brow as his gaze slides to the ball of fur snoring happily, stretched out under the brand new piano. Merry is curled up in a tight ball next to him, her delicate, charcoal paw resting possessively on one of Griffin’s.
“Griffin?” Billy repeats. “You gave Cameron your dog?”
“Hell, Billy,” Dom defends his present with undue emotion. “He spends more time over here than he does at my place.”
“I know that, but-”
Shifting, Dom shrugs. “I figured when I moved on, the two of them would miss each other. Besides, I’ll probably just rent flats since I don’t expect to settle down for the next few years. That’s no life for a dog, active as he is.”
Nor a man, Billy argues silently, touched because Dom’s intentions have been good and remarkably generous. “I suppose you’re right, but why didn’t Cameron tell me about it when I drove him to the airport?”
Then Dom gives Billy a guilty grin. “I warned him that it might be better if I broke the news. I didn’t know how you’d take it. I suppose I should’ve discussed it with you ahead of time, but it seemed like such a great idea . . .”
“It’s a very nice thought, Dom,” Billy murmurs. “Don’t worry about it. Cameron must have been thrilled.”
“He was.”
They fall silent, both unexpectedly depressed.
“Have you ever had sex on top of a grand piano?” Dom asks suddenly, trying to break the gloomy mood.
Billy’s mossy green eyes widen with surprise. “Of course not.”
A full ten seconds pass as Dom gazes at Billy. “I’ll be right back,” he says, turning as if to leave the room.
“Wait a minute.” Reaching out, Billy pulls Dom back. “Where are you going?”
“To get a blanket,” Dom replies innocently. “That wood looks like it would be a bit hard for my arse.”
“I am not having sex with you on top of my brand new Christmas piano,” Billy insists, even as his heartbeat speeds up in response to the seductive gleam in Dom’s eyes.
“Oh no?” Dom muses provocatively. “Are you so sure about that?”
Billy laughs. “I’m positive.”
“You know, Billy, sometimes you can be a hard man.” Sliding his long arms around Billy’s back, Dom brings their bodies together with gentle pressure. “Very hard,” he adds with a grin when Billy’s arousal nudges against his own rapidly stiffening erection. Dom’s other hand moves between them, delving under Billy’s sweater until his fingers find a sensitive nipple.
“But most of the time you’re soft, sexy, Scottish, Billy.” Pulling the sweater over Billy’s head in a flash, Dom dips his head to flick the rosy peak of Billy’s nipple with the tip of his long tongue. “So, so soft.”
The protest on Billy’s lips turns into a moan of desire as Dom’s tongue moves from one hard nub to the other, drawing wide, wet circles on Billy’s flaming skin until Billy thinks he’s going to explode from sheer want of Dom. When Dom takes Billy’s nipple into his mouth and sucks ravenously, Billy feels something shatter deep within him.
“Come to bed,” Dom moans, recapturing Billy’s cherubic mouth in a deep, wet kiss. Mind aflame, Dom’s reasoning is disintegrating, his last coherent thought to wonder why every time he’s with Billy, it only serves to want him more. He’s insatiable, completely unquenchable.
“No,” Billy whispers hoarsely in return. “I want you. Here. Now.” With a strength born of passion, Billy pulls Dom down to the plush expanse of mocha carpeting. Carried beyond the realm of ordinary time and space, they lose themselves in the heat of each others bodies, hands exploring and holding, limbs entwining and mouths meeting in hungry, needful kisses.
Eventually, the lovers make their way into the bedroom and back into Billy’s bed, only to make love once more before giving in to the exhaustion. Shifting on his back to find a comfortable position, Billy smiles when Dom snuggles into his side, a long arm wrapping possessively around his waist, his tousled blonde head resting on the pillow next to Billy’s, so close that his warm breath caresses Billy’s neck. Finally, Dom slides a foot between Billy’s legs, locking their bodies together. Touched by the sleepy gesture, Billy rests his arm against Dom’s, gently stroking the tanned skin from shoulder to wrist until Dom’s breathing is deep and even.
It occurs to Billy that Abby never cuddled with him in bed, whether they’d had sex or not. For the length of their relationship, she preferred to sleep solitary, not wanting or needing Billy close to her as she slumbered. This is definitely not the case for Dom. As Cameron pointed out some time ago, Dom always seems to find an excuse to be close to Billy, to touch him, and now that they share a bed, the physical contact has only increased.
Truth be told, Abby was never a lover to Billy, despite his repeated attempts to create a closer relationship. They never had the spark and fire that exists between him and Dom. Even after he and Dom have had sex, several times now, the desire has not abated, or the need for each others touch cooled. For the first time in his life, Billy realizes, he has a lover. Pressing a kiss to Dom’s forehead, Billy smiles, and then lets his eyes close.
Drawing in a deep breath as his eyes flutter open, Billy smiles at the heavy, warm naked blanket covering him. Judging by the limpness of Dom’s body, he’s deeply asleep, sprawled peacefully in Billy’s embrace. Another night has been spent with Dom in his bed, and it’s almost unnerving to Billy how natural it feels to wake up this way, so relaxed and utterly content.
Feeling Dom fall even further into the arms of sleep, Billy carefully slips out from under Dom to slide out of the large bed, and pads over to the loo. Deciding to forgo shaving today, Billy reaches for his toothbrush, only to stop short. There are two toothbrushes in the holder, where he is used to seeing only one. Looking around the small room, Billy spots a shaving kit resting on the lid of the toilet, and then Billy finds himself smiling at the realization that Dom must’ve brought a few of his things over last night, without Billy’s knowledge. Quietly humming to himself, Billy quickly brushes his teeth and slips back into the bedroom as soft light begins to fall over the rumpled bed. Having rolled over in Billy’s absence, Dom is now sprawled on his back, the bed sheet shoved down below his waist, barely shielding his nudity.
Overcome with the need to touch Dom, Billy slides back under the coverlet and carefully maneuvers himself until he’s on his stomach, gently nudging Dom’s thighs open. Licking his lips, Billy tenderly cups Dom’s length in one hand, stroking from root to tip with the other, watching the flesh stiffen as he listens to Dom’s breathing shift. Dom’s long, dark eyelashes flutter as he emerges from slumber, and feels Billy gently take his swollen arousal into his cherubic mouth, pointy tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
Carding his long, elegant fingers through Billy’s mussed ginger hair, Dom mewls softly as Billy lavishes his erection with his lips and tongue, sucking voraciously as his head bobs in a slow, seductive rhythm. Thighs parting wider in welcome invitation, Dom whimpers profusely with pleasure when Billy works a small, slicked finger inside, tenderly petting his sweet spot, over and over again. Bucking and writhing shamelessly, Dom digs his heels into the mattress and thrusts up into Billy’s tight, wet mouth eagerly, crying out Billy’s name as his control shatters and salty fluid coats Billy’s tongue.
After lapping gently at Dom’s softening arousal until his release has been cleaned away, Billy slides up Dom’s lithe, spent body, pressing tender kisses to the taut muscles of his heaving stomach and sucking on Dom’s nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks.
“Merry Christmas,” Billy murmurs against Dom’s panting lips.
Dom laughs and wraps his arms around Billy’s torso. “Merry fucking Christmas is right.”
“I take it that means you liked it?” Billy says with a shy smile. “You realize I’m a little out of practice.”
Dom’s response is to drag their mouths together in hungry, wet, passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue between Billy’s swollen lips, moaning with pleasure. When their lungs are screaming for oxygen, they finally part, gazing deep into each others eyes, their chests heaving.
“Does that answer your question?” Dom asks breathlessly, his eyes darkening as he feels Billy’s hard erection pressing urgently against his belly.
“Yeah, it does,” Billy groans as Dom wraps a leg around his waist and begins rocking his hips, giving Billy’s arousal delicious friction. “Jesus, Dommie.”
“You need to come,” Dom whispers, tongue darting out to taste himself on Billy’s lips. “I can see it, Bills. C’mon.”
Sliding a hand between their damp bodies, Dom curls his fingers around Billy’s hardness and begins pumping in a quick, dizzying rhythm as Billy hips jerk forward, craving more of Dom’s intimate touch. Lips meeting and parting in breathy, nibbling kisses, it isn’t long until Billy shudders violently, his release flowing over Dom’s long fingers in hot pulses.
Collapsing on the mattress beside Dom, Billy watches through half-lidded, drowsy eyes as Dom licks his fingers clean and then burrows into Billy’s side, snuggling in and getting comfortable.
“We should get up,” Billy murmurs sleepily, smoothing back Dom’s tousled hair and kissing his forehead.
“Later,“ Dom replies, sliding one hand along Billy’s spine. “I need a nap after that wake up call.”
“Okay. Just a short one,” Billy agrees, arms cradling Dom as he surrenders to sleep once again.
To Billy’s surprise, Dom insists on taking on the Herculean project of attempting to teach Billy to cook, but lunch grows cold on the table when they succumb, yet again, to overwhelming shared desire. Dinner is even more memorable, as Dom is straddling Billy on the couch, teetering on the edge of orgasm, writhing and moaning in wanton ecstasy as he rides Billy, when the smoke detector in the kitchen begins screeching, reminding them of the meal they’d left unattended on the cooker. Buried inside Dom to the hilt, breathless and nearly spent from another round of lovemaking, Billy can only laugh, unable to remember ever receiving such exquisite pleasure from anyone’s company.
Little time is spent outside of their houses, content to remain in a world of their own, as they are often overcome with the need to tear away their clothing so bare skin can come together again. As if by unspoken agreement, they no longer discuss the future, settling for the incredible pleasure they are receiving by living for each golden moment. Yet despite their carefree attitude and obvious sexual chemistry, Billy still backs away from professing his love, afraid that such an admission will only revive the uneasy tension between them.
Chapter 13
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While I love the lovemaking, I am afraid of what the future will bring...
Only 4parts left... Oh God...
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Thank you. Happy you ♥
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except Saturday and Sunday but in the name of prolonging the pleasure I've come to terms with that.From:
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I love posting series, but hate when they hae to come to an end.
Thank you. Pleased that you enjoyed. :)
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Please to be making Dom and Billy happy, ok? Please?
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As for what happens? *zips lips*
More tomorrow.
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another wonderful chapter, my darling. :D but i'm so sad there's only four chapters left. ;_;
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I wouldn't be me if I didn't have some angst with my porn.
*sigh* Yes, it's almost over. Dammit. I love getting a daily fix of feedback. Stupid job.
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I love this story. I missed Cameron in this chapter though. He'll come back right?
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I miss Cameron, too. It felt strange not to have him around, but with all the shagging going on . . .
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Happy that you enjoyed. :)
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Years from now, the image of Billy, so lovely, so desirable, will remain indelibly etched on Dom’s mind, and Dom knows for certain that he’ll remember the way Billy looks right now for the rest of his life.
oh, my heart. :romantic sigh:
“You always know exactly the right thing to say. I suppose there are definite advantages to having an affair with a man who’s quite experienced and coming off of a long dry spell."
ouch. that hurt just a bit, even though it wasn't intended to.
Dom’s mouth seeks Billy’s, craving release from thoughts that he has no business thinking. The fervent hope that they just might have a future together.
No regrets, Billy reminds himself, wrapping his arms around Dom’s lithe, slender body and bringing their lips together, determined to make the most of the relatively short time they have left.
now you're just making me cry. i can't be crying. i have to clean and cook and pack for my trip!!! damn those two fools! (all of which i should be doing right now, but there wasn't a chance in heaven that i was gonna miss this latest chapter. everything else can wait! )
A puzzled frown skitters across Billy’s brow as his gaze slides to the ball of fur snoring happily, stretched out under the brand new piano. Merry is curled up in a tight ball next to him, her delicate, charcoal paw resting possessively on one of Griffin’s.
so cute. i hated hearing Dom talk so matter fact about being traded. i knew we had to have some angst, but i want my boys to be happy. Excellent chapter. (do we have to worry about Abby next? oh, wait. look who i'm asking. as if you'd ever tell!)
kerry =)
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Stubborn bastards, aren't they? I was really tempted to spank me Muse during the writing of this fic, but I think he'd enjoy it.
You know me so well. And as for angst, isn't it my middle name?
Thank you very much. Happy that you enjoyed. :)
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So pleased that you're enjoying. As for a conclusion, well, it's rapidly approaching.
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I just *love* when Dom rides Billy )*@)&$)&!@#(*&!(*&#+!)(&+
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I'm rather fond of that position myself. Hee!
Thank you :)
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Can't wait for the next bit, and to see how the bitch!Abby's evil plans are thwarted...
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So pleased that enjoyed.
More tomorrow!
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*thinks really hard of a solution*
Ok I know. I'm going to the churh and I will donate 1$ to light a candle. Yes. (Thinking about this... I don't believe in God so it wouldn't work. Damn.)
Regarding the rest of the chapter: *standing ovation* It's brilliant and lovely and hot and everything! =)
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Thank you so much. *blushes* I'm very flattered that you're enjoying.
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More tomorrow! And thank you . . .
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Oh this was so good. Why is Dom so determind to keep going. Can't he be a teacher or coach?
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As for Dom, he loves football. It's been his life for so long, he doesn't know how to be without it. He doesn't want to find out what it's like to be without it.
Thank you. Pleased you enjoyed.
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I feel for them both but am glad that they areat least making the most of what they have.
cos that way we get smut! lol!Cant wait for tomorrow! :)
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Yeah, people seem to be enjoying the smut. *giggle*
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AGH!
*Is driven insane by her loff for this story*
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Thank you. So happy that you're 'loffing' it.
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Billy/Dom sex on a piano....the mind simply boggles at the image.......
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Sadly yes, we're growing closer to the end. It had to happen, unfortunately.
Mmmmm, yeah. I really wanted the piano to happen, but the Muse said no. Dammit.
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Yes, there is some angst, mixed in with the smut. It's not all moonlight and roses.
I'll be back tomorrow morning!
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Great ideas for gifts, btw. And what a sexy, sexy couple. I want to spend my next Christmas that way!
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Care to go to work for me tomorrow so I can stay home and read the next chapter?
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I had to do something about the poor piano that was destroyed. And what better way that with Dom and a Christmas surprise?
Honey, I don't want to go to work to my own job, let alone someone elses. I wish it was the weekend already, because I'm so ready for this week to be over. /end whinge
Thank you, really. I'm very happy that you enjoyed. :)
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You know I'm not going to to tell you. Besides, I think my record speaks for itself. Since I'm my Muse's bitch, you'll just have to wait, like everyone else.
Thanks, hon. Glad to know that you're, erm, enjoying?
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You write the most wonderful stories, they draw you into the scenes.
I love your writing, I can't wait for the next 4 chapters.
I hope it's a happy ending.
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Thank you very much for your kind words. It's so flattering that everyone is enjoying my hard work.
The end is approaching . . . :)
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I read that over and over again and still can't find anything more to say than: beautiful. *sighs*
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Awwww, thank you. I'm rather fond of that line, and that moment.
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I'd forgotten how achy this fic makes me! Seriously hot, but the boys really need to talk!
You definitely know how to get the blood pumping. :)