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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R, I think.
Summary: When Billy returns to work, Dom finds ways to entertain himself.
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: I think is one of my favorite chapters. Enjoy!
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
Chapter 13 - Memories & Confessions
When the blaring alarm clock shatters the peaceful quiet, Billy’s eyes flash open, and he fumbles as he reaches over to silence the offensive sound. Looking down at the sleeping man draped over him, Billy presses a fond kiss to Dom’s forehead and then attempts to slide out from under Dom’s limp weight.
“No,” Dom mumbles sleepily. “Stay.”
“I need to go for a run before I leave for the clinic, Dommie,” Billy replies softly.
“Warm. Comfy. Stay.”
Smiling at Dom’s drowsy insistence, once again Billy tries to shift his body towards the edge of the mattress, only to pause abruptly and gasp when Dom’s long fingers wrap snugly around his arousal and squeeze gently.
“Dom-”
“If you feel the need to exercise, there are more enjoyable ways,” Dom says, opening his eyes and gazing up at Billy, the seductive invitation clear.
Before Billy can say a word, Dom pulls their mouths together and rolls onto his back, bringing Billy with him so he’s nestled between Dom’s splayed thighs.
Intending on making one more attempt to get out of bed, Billy opens his mouth to protest, only to have Dom slip his tongue inside and deepen the kiss. When Dom’s warm, eager hands slide down Billy’s back to cup the curve of his arse, Billy gives in with a ragged moan of pleasure and reaches for the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand.
Nearly forty-five minutes pass before Billy looks at the clock again, with a sated man snuggled into his side, snoring ever so softly. Unable to stop smiling widely, his cheeks still rosy with orgasm, Billy slowly slides out of bed, taking special care not to wake Dom from his peaceful slumber. Bypassing his running clothes, Billy slips soundlessly into the loo for a quick shower and a shave. When he emerges fifteen minutes later, Billy is surprised to discover the coverlet kicked back, the bed empty. Looking around the room, Billy sees no evidence of Dom, and his heart sinks a little, his cheerful mood dampening slightly. He’d hoped that they’d be able to talk this morning, perhaps plan something for this evening, after he gets home from the clinic.
Pushing the disappointment to the side, Billy quickly pulls out a pressed shirt, trousers and a tie from the wardrobe. Once dressed, Billy slips his watch onto his wrist as he looks around the room, searching for his keys. Although he’s sure he saw them on the bureau last night, now they’re nowhere to be found. Deciding that he must have left them in the kitchen, Billy sits on the edge of the bed to tie his shoes and then heads downstairs.
Billy is at the base of the stairs when the smell of fresh coffee wafts across his nose and turns up the corners of his mouth. At the entrance to the kitchen, Billy stops short, his breath catching at the delectable sight before him. Clad only in low slung jeans, barely clinging to his narrow hips, his feet bare, Dom finishes dishing up two plates at the cooker and then turns towards the table, grinning when he spots Billy lingering in the doorway.
“Good morning,” Dom says warmly. “Breakfast is almost ready. Just need to pour the coffee.”
“You didn’t have to-”
“Can’t send the doctor off to work on an empty stomach,” Dom interjects, cutting off Billy’s protest as he sets the plates on the table.
“I need to find my keys,” Billy insists. “I thought I’d left them upstairs, but . . .”
Smiling widely, Dom withdraws the ring of keys from the front pocket of his denims and jingles them, watching Billy trail off as he lays them on the table next to Billy’s plate.
“Sit.”
Ignoring Dom’s instructions, Billy crosses the room and wraps his arms around Dom’s bare waist as soon as his hands are occupied with two coffee cups.
“Thank you,” Billy says before tilting his head slightly to one side, inviting Dom to kiss him.
Not about to miss the opportunity to feast on the mouth that he’s been fantasizing about for months, Dom leans forward and captures Billy’s bow shaped lips in a soft, prolonged exchange.
“You keep that up, I’ll never get to the clinic,” Billy teases when they finally part, a touch breathless.
“Don’t tempt me,” Dom retorts, his blue-grey eyes smoldering dangerously. “After all, I woke up alone.”
“Sorry.”
Reluctantly, Billy releases his hold on Dom’s waist, and then takes a seat at the table. They share a comfortable meal, talking casually about local and world events, and even though Billy wants to know if Dom is interested in spending this evening together, he can’t make himself ask. In the end, it’s Dom who finally presents the opportunity for something to be discussed, when Billy realizes the time and rises from the table. Dirty plates in hand, Dom swallows and shifts from one foot to the other.
“Give me a minute to find my shirt and I’ll be out of here so you can lock up,” Dom says, laying their plates in the sink.
Reaching out and catching Dom’s hand before he can hurry upstairs, Billy shakes his head.
“You don’t have to go, Dom,” Billy tells him, pulling open a nearby drawer, reaching inside and then producing a key. “Here. It’s the spare for the kitchen door. Just lock up if you leave.”
“If?” Dom repeats, one eyebrow arched.
“I, uh, I just meant-”
“I get it, Bills,” Dom interrupts, giving Billy a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Billy says softly, desire stealing his breath as he realizes that Dom skin smells like lust, sex and passion.
“See you later?” Dom asks as he walks Billy over to the kitchen door.
“Short day, so I should be home around three,” Billy confirms with a smile. “Want to order Chinese? Thai?”
“I honestly don’t mind cooking, Bills,” Dom says with a smile. “Unless you really want Chinese food.”
“I insist on helping,” Billy argues. “You shouldn’t have to do all the work.”
“Fine. You can do the dishes. Now go, before you’re late,” Dom says, then presses a hard, fast kiss to Billy’s mouth. “And have a good day.”
Billy’s more than halfway to the clinic before his pulse starts to return to normal, but can’t help the smile lighting up his face.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Barely five minutes after Dom emerges from the shower in his loo, he’s mourning the loss of Billy’s intoxicating scent on his skin. Thinking about it, Dom realizes that it’s not just one thing, but something that defies explanation. It’s something without shape or color, something Scottish, and distinctly Billy that he craves. Attempting to distract himself, Dom tidies up his own house, only to find himself back at Billy’s within a couple of hours.
Needing to feel closer to Billy, perhaps find a way to get Billy’s scent back on his skin, Dom ends up in the bedroom, stripping away the sheets and peeking into few cupboards until he finds fresh linen. After making the bed and settling the coverlet into place, Dom scoops up the discarded sheets and tosses them in the washing machine before he cleans up the breakfast dishes and makes a fresh pot of coffee, not sure why as he knows that it’ll only make him jittery.
Unable to sit still, Dom restlessly draws his fingers through his tousled hair as he begins wandering from room to room, seeing Billy’s home in a whole new light, now that he’s aware of how Billy rebuilt after the end of his marriage nearly destroyed his plans. An admiration warms Dom’s belly, with a pang of aching jealousy, when his gaze finds pictures of Cameron decorating several horizontal surfaces in the living room, as well as an adorable school portrait hanging on the wall near the fireplace. The familiar longing to be a father bubbles up inside Dom as he walks over to the bookcase, long, elegant fingers stroking the spine of several photo albums.
Before he can lose his nerve, Dom pulls one of the volumes off the shelf and sits down on the floor by the coffee table, images of a younger Billy and Cameron as a toddler stretching out before him, page after page. Slowly working his way through an album, and another, and another, Dom greedily soaks up the evidence of an obviously very close and special bond between a devoted father and son.
Birthday parties, Christmas, and even ordinary days at the park have been captured, showcasing a very active and somewhat precocious boy. Over and over again, the camera has caught Cameron smiling widely, green eyes sparkling as he laughs with joy, or happily plays with his father. When Dom finds a stray, loose photo of Billy wearing an oversized yellow surgical gown, cradling a tiny bundle in his arms, he pauses. It’s a polaroid photo, unlike the others, was taken when Billy wasn’t looking at the camera, and it doesn’t escape Dom’s attention that Billy looks utterly exhausted.
“I see you made yourself at home,” Billy says mildly, shattering the comfortable silence as he gazes down at Dom, now stretched out on his belly on living room floor.
Realizing he’s been caught snooping red handed, Dom’s cheeks flush in embarrassment.
“Sorry. I just-”
“Which album are you looking at?” Billy interrupts, crossing the room, sinking down on the couch and then inviting Dom to sit next to him.
“Uh, he looks around three years old or so, but there was this one, just laying in there, loose,” Dom replies, holding the photo in one hand, the book cradled gently in his arms.
Leaning in closer to look at the open book, Billy smiles warmly. “You’re really close. His fourth birthday was a few months after these were taken.”
“And this one?” Dom asks, holding up the polaroid photograph.
Sighing heavily, Billy takes the photo and cups it in both hands. “This is the first picture of Cameron that was ever taken. We were in the Neonatal ICU, and a nurse friend took it while I wasn’t looking. Cameron was about two hours old.”
“Wow. He was so tiny.”
“He was.”
Passing the photo back to Dom, Billy rises and walks over to the bookshelf, leans over and opens a drawer at the bottom.
“What are you doing?” Dom asks when Billy pulls out several videotapes and check the labels.
“I want to show you something.”
Very quickly, the VCR is loaded and Billy sits back down with Dom, remote control in hand. Dom opens his mouth to ask what Billy what it is, and then the television screen is filled with a very young Cameron, clutching onto long, female fingers and wobbling on chubby legs. A moment later, his small face filled with concentration and determination, Cameron lets go and begins tottering unsteadily towards an unseen goal. Completely transfixed by the images, Dom can only stare in awe as Cameron takes nearly a dozen steps, and is then enveloped in Billy’s strong arms. Cradling the little boy lovingly to his chest, Billy’s face is alight with joy, his voice warm and tender as he lavishes praise on his small son.
When the tape stops, Dom realizes that he’s blinking rapidly to clear the excess moisture from his eyes.
“He’d been pulling himself up and trying to stand on his own for a couple of days at Livvie’s,” Billy says, his voice soft and choked up with emotion. “But he didn’t walk until I came to pick him up. He’d only walk for me.”
“It’s beautiful, Billy,” Dom replies softly. “Thank you so much for sharing it. Really. Thank you.”
“I thought you’d like it,” Billy adds with a smile. “And some things can’t be experienced through photographs.”
“He’s amazing, Bills. Really amazing.”
“Yeah, I’m very grateful that Abby felt so guilty that she couldn’t get rid of him.”
“Guilty?” Dom repeats in confusion. “About what?”
Realizing that he’s just slipped and revealed more than he intended, Billy feels a knot form in his stomach, twisting painfully. “During labor, Abby was so distant, it was strange. Even her obstetrician was surprised by it,” Billy reveals in a low, strained voice. “She wasn’t excited, she just wanted it to be over, the pregnancy, I mean. Thinking back later, I finally figured out the look on her face when her doctor offered to let me deliver Cameron. At the time, all I could think about was if Cameron was going to be okay, being born three weeks early.”
“But he was fine,” Dom soothes gently. “He’s perfect.”
“When Cameron slid out of her body and into my hands, it was the most incredible moment of my life,” Billy continues, his eyes glistening. “I think my heart stopped until he took his first breath and started to cry. I remember cutting the cord, and then holding him to my chest, over my heart, whispering in his ear, and he quieted down in a matter of seconds. Those memories, and the look on her face were what kept running through my head when Abby told me that she wasn’t sure that Cameron was my son.”
“What?” Dom gasps in shock.
“It turns out that Abby was never faithful to me, before we were married, or after,” Billy explains darkly. “I naïvely thought that the affair I found out about was the first. I was wrong.”
“Jesus Christ,” Dom curses softly. “But Cam, he’s-”
“He’s mine,” Billy confirms quickly, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. “A DNA test confirmed it. I didn’t want to do it, biology be damned, I love him as my son, but my lawyer said that I’d need to prove paternity in a custody battle.”
“I can’t believe she-”
“That’s why she couldn’t have an abortion,” Billy interrupts. “She found out how much I wanted a child, and she couldn’t terminate, in case Cameron was mine. At that time, she still cared about me a little, and her guilt kept him alive.”
Sliding an arm around Billy’s trembling shoulders, Dom draws the Scotsman close, tucking his ginger head under his chin. Long, slender fingers rub the nape of Billy’s neck and slide across his back, attempting to soothe the older man.
“She was an idiot, Bills,” Dom whispers gently. “A bloody fool to let you get away. To not see and appreciate the amazing life that you were offering her.”
Pulling out of Dom’s embrace slightly, Billy looks up to meet Dom’s gaze, his eyes bright with fresh, unshed tears.
“Dom, I-”
“A fool,” Dom repeats before drawing their mouths together for a soft, tender kiss. “She didn’t deserve you. Or Cam.”
Arms winding around Dom, Billy’s small fingers slide through sun-kissed blonde hair, mussing it as he returns Dom’s kiss, deeply and wetly. Mouth falling open in invitation and submission, Dom presses closer, bringing their bodies into as much contact as possible. The movement is not overtly sexual, but one meant to offer comfort and support.
Quickly pushing aside clothing so their bare skin can touch, Billy reclines back on the couch, pulling Dom to down to lay beside him, their hard arousals rubbing together as they kiss and touch and hold each other. Guiding one of Dom’s legs over his hip, Billy feasts on Dom’s pouty lower lip while his hand cups Dom intimately. Eyes fluttering open, Dom sees the question in Billy’s gaze and nods before starting to rock his hips into Billy’s fist. Long fingers sliding over Billy’s, Dom brings both of their erections together while his lips and tongue worship Billy’s sweet mouth, murmuring words of pleasure and comfort.
Clutching at Dom’s back with his free hand, Billy thrusts hard, clinging to him as they buck and writhe wildly, tongues tangling hungrily. Crying out hoarsely, Billy watches Dom’s blissful face as his release spills over their entwined fingers, causing his own control to shatter. Chest heaving and hot breath mingling with Billy’s, Dom shifts so his long arms can wrap snugly around Billy, cradling their spent bodies together as pulses slowly return to normal. Tugging the blanket down from the top of the couch to cover them, Dom rubs Billy’s shoulders and back until he drifts off to sleep, and then lets his eyes close as well.
When Billy awakens, Dom is closing the front door and then walking back into the living room, clad in only his blue jeans, arms full with a brown bag of takeaway.
“Chinese. As requested,” Dom says with a soft smile as he sets the bag down on the coffee table and then sits down on the couch at Billy’s hip. “Are you hungry?”
For a long moment, Billy gazes up at Dom, his expression unreadable, and then he nods. “Aye.”
Before Dom can say a word, Billy’s hand is sliding around the back of his neck and pulling gently until their lips meet.
“Billy-” Dom protests weakly when they part for much needed air. “The food will get cold.”
“So lets eat in bed,” Billy proposes with a seductive smile.
Dom grins. “That’s what I like about you, Bills,” he says with a throaty laugh. “You’re always open to suggestion.”
Covering Billy’s mouth with his own, Dom gathers Billy and their dinner in his arms again, leading the way to Billy’s bedroom, their lovemaking more leisurely, but no less satisfying, as Billy’s worries disintegrate like a misty fog under a blistering sun.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Eyes flashing open, Billy looks over at the clock on the nightstand and realizes that the alarm will be going off in less than two minutes. Shifting carefully as to not disturb the naked man sprawled peacefully over him, Dom’s cheeks flushed with sleep and lips slightly parted, Billy reaches over and shuts off the alarm, then settles back down on the pillow, his fingers stroking Dom’s tousled hair. They’d made love well into the night, Dom’s hands clutching at Billy’s back, almost sobbing with pleasure as an intense orgasm overwhelmed him. Completely spent and exhausted, they’d fallen asleep, curled up in each others arms.
For several minutes, Billy watches his lover sleep, feeling Dom’s long arm wrapped possessively around his waist, a leg thrown across his hips. He’s already running late, as he has paperwork to catch up on at the clinic, but Billy can’t make himself stop touching Dom, holding him close, relishing in the way that Dom continually shows him how desirable he is. Yesterday, Billy had been completely vulnerable, laid his heart bare, revealing his most intimate pain, and Dom had responded with compassion, tenderness, and a gentle, soothing touch. The urge to say to hell with work and spend the day in bed with Dom is nearly overwhelming, but in the end, Billy ever so carefully slips out of bed without disturbing the man he has lost his heart to.
After showering and dressing, the last thing Billy does before leaving for the clinic is say goodbye to Dom. Leaning over Dom’s sleeping form on the mattress, sprawled comfortably on his belly, the coverlet drawn up to the waist, Billy presses a feathery kiss to the nape of Dom’s neck and nuzzles his small nose into the mussed blonde hair.
“Sleep, Dommie.”
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
During a break between patients, Billy slips into the lounge for a cup of coffee, and nearly runs into Orlando. Literally.
“Whoops. Sorry, Orli.”
“Don’t worry about it, Billy,” Orlando replies with a smile. “No harm done.”
Moving across the room, Billy pours himself a cup of coffee and adds some sugar to it, pausing when the hairs on the back up his neck rise, informing him that he’s being watched. Looking over his shoulder, Billy realizes that Orlando is slouched down on the couch, casually sipping his tea and smiling widely at him.
“What?” Billy asks, head tilting to one side in confusion.
“Have a good Christmas?” Orlando asks mildly, looking up at Billy innocently.
“Quiet, since Cameron is in London for the holidays,” Billy replies, fighting the blush that is threatening to color his cheeks. “And you?”
“Since Claire and I broke up last month, I was glad to go home and see my parents for a couple of days,” Orlando replies more somberly. “It helped get my mind off things.”
“I’m really sorry, Orli,” Billy says sympathetically. “I know you liked her.”
“I did, but I also knew she wasn’t the one, so I think it’s for the best,” Orlando adds, shrugging and letting his smile return. “The right one is out there, it’s all a matter of finding.”
“Very true.”
“Sooner or later I’ll get that shagging of a lifetime and have a smile like yours,” Orlando finishes before swallowing the last of his tea.
“What?” Billy squeaks, green eyes wide with shock. “I haven’t- What makes-”
“Don’t even try to deny it, Billy Boyd,” Orlando says with a laugh as he gets to his feet. “It’s all over your face, not to mention your mood. Your feet are barely touching the ground.”
“Orli-”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” Orlando vows, interrupting Billy’s protest and likely denial with a casual wave. “It’s just nice to see you so happy. I can’t wait to see what Dom looks like.”
“I never said-”
“He’s a very lucky man,” Orlando finishes quietly with a warm smile, and then leaves the room before Billy can say another word.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Entering the somewhat quiet restaurant and slowly unzipping his jacket, Dom scans the large room until he spots David’s familiar strawberry-blonde hair. Waving in greeting and smiling, Dom crosses the room quickly and slides into the booth across from the Australian Defender.
“Hey Daisy. Merry Christmas!”
A bemused smile turns up the corners of David’s mouth as he silently observes his friend. There is a sparkle in his expressive, blue-grey eyes, and a rosy glow in his cheeks that is not from the chilly air outside. That, and Dom practically floated across the room.
“Same to you,” David replies, attempting not to laugh. “I see I don’t have to ask if Santa decided you were naughty or nice, or where you hung the mistletoe. It’s quite obvious.”
“Huh?” Dom says, feigning ignorance. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the fact that you look like you’ve been shagged through the mattress, more than once, I’d wager,” David fires back, grinning widely. “You two finally did it.”
When Dom can’t meet David’s eyes, it’s as good as a signed confession.
“So, how was it?” David asks teasingly. “On a scale of one to ten.”
“Fifteen,” Dom replies with a contented sigh, the word slipping out unintentionally.
Impressed, David raises an eyebrow. “Really.”
Blushing, Dom shifts and reaches for a menu, attempting to change the subject. “So, what are you going to have?”
“Oh, no you don’t,” David states firmly. “After months of you chasing him, you’re not going to get away that easily. How’d you do it?”
“Pardon me?”
“Convince him, I mean,” David explains. “I thought he said it wasn’t going to happen. What did you do? Get him drunk?”
“I didn’t do anything,” Dom protests.
“You didn’t buy him the piano, did you?” David presses. “The one you dragged me out to see?”
Suddenly displaying avid interest in his menu, Dom doesn’t reply, though the guilt is written all over his face.
“Dominic Monaghan!” David admonishes. “You didn’t-”
“It happened before that,” Dom interrupts, feeling the need to defend himself. “More than once.”
“What?”
“We didn’t sleep together because of the piano,” Dom explains in a low voice, leaning across the table so they won’t be overheard. “But I admit, I had planned to use it to push things in that direction.”
Watching Dom’s face intently, David’s eyes widen as realization dawns. “You’re falling for him, aren’t you? You really like him.”
“He’s amazing, and not just in bed,” Dom admits. “It was a great Christmas, even with Cam gone.”
“So, more than once, you said?” David continues, inordinately pleased that his friend is happier than he’s even seen him before. “His place or yours?”
“Both,” Dom replies, dazed and lost in erotic and lustful memories.
Finally noticing that David is staring at him, Dom straightens up and fights back a blush.
“I’m happy for you, Dom,” David says softly, his eyes serious. “He seems like a terrific bloke.”
“He is.”
“Why aren’t you with him right now?” David inquires. “Why are you here with me?”
“You’re my best mate, Daisy,” Dom replies as he shoots David a stern look. “I wouldn’t blow you off, just because I’m seeing someone. Besides, the bastard slipped out of bed and went to work at the clinic this morning,” Dom adds petulantly. “Didn’t even wake me up to say goodbye, the wanker.”
Realizing the new lovers are apparently spending every possible moment together, including their nights, David’s eyes widen with surprise, but he wisely says nothing.
“So why don’t you go see him?” David asks suggestively. “It’s not like you haven’t done something at the clinic before.”
Forming an idea in his mind, Dom grins widely. “I think I just might.”
“Well then, we’d better order some food so you can get out of here,” David says with a laugh and then opens his menu.
Imagining what he can do to Billy, to make him pay for sneaking out of bed, heat pools in Dom’s belly, and his heart skips a beat at the idea of being wrapped around Billy very soon.
“Hey, Romeo,” David teases, dragging Dom back to the present. “What do you want to order?”
Looking up and realizing their waitress is waiting for him, pen poised over her notepad, Dom rattles something off quickly, and then looks back at David as she walks away.
“That good, huh?” David asks, pushing away the twinge of jealously, because he really is happy for Dom.
Slowly, Dom nods and sighs. “You have no idea.”
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Just after lunch, Billy is finishing taping up the sprained ankle of a long distance runner when there is a burst of activity and excited murmurs at the receptionist’s desk. Looking over his shoulder, Billy smiles when he recognizes Dom’s sun-kissed blonde hair, but it fades quickly when he sees how stiffly Dom is moving, and the clear discomfort in his expression. Within a minute, Billy concludes his consultation with his current patient and hurries across the room to where Dom is standing.
“What’s wrong?” he asks in a low voice, wanting to slide an arm around Dom’s slender waist, but restraining himself, limiting his touch to his hand on Dom’s bicep.
“My back,” Dom replies tightly. “Woke up this way. I tried a hot shower, but it didn’t help. I’m not sure what’s going on.”
“Let’s get you into an examination room so I can take a look,” Billy says gently, leading Dom down the hall to one of the private rooms, not far from his office.
“What about your other patients?” Dom protests faintly. “I don’t want to hold up your schedule.”
“It’s light this afternoon,” Billy interjects. “It’ll be fine. Don’t worry about that. You need someone to check you over and find out what’s going on.”
“Okay,” Dom replies, allowing Billy to guide him into an examination room and close the door behind them.
“Were you feeling stiff last night, when you went to sleep?” Billy asks, helping Dom remove his t-shirt after he’s seated on the padded examination table.
“You know there wasn’t a stiff muscle or bone in my body after you shagged me through the sodding mattress,” Dom says with a wry smile.
“Dom,” Billy admonishes in a low voice, stepping into the space between Dom’s parted knees so he can examine Dom’s back. “Now where does it hurt?”
Breathing catching as Billy’s small fingers make contact with the bare skin of his back, over his shoulder blades, Dom swallows a whimper of distress. “Lower,” he says softly. “And more towards the center.”
Both hands sliding tenderly down the rippling muscles of Dom’s back towards his waist, Billy shifts and moves closer, his warm breath caressing Dom’s throat. “Here?”
“Just a little lower,” Dom replies.
Pausing with his fingertips at the small of Dom’s lean back, Billy asks, “Here?”
“Right there is perfect,” Dom murmurs, darting forward to capture Billy’s mouth with his own in deep, wet, passionate kiss.
Caught off-guard, Billy gasps as both of Dom’s arms slip around his waist, hands quickly working their way lower so they’re cupping the round cheeks of his arse. Taking full advantage of the situation, Dom’s tongue slips between Billy’s parted lips, thrusting and tasting greedily.
Tearing his mouth away, his chest heaving, Billy’s eyes lock with Dom’s, and then he’s diving back in, fingers of one hand carding through Dom’s hair, tongue pushing deep into Dom’s mouth to taste the honeyed sweetness. Hands sliding up Billy’s back and wrapping his legs around Billy’s waist to bring their rapidly stiffening erections together, Dom whimpers breathlessly, lost in the pleasure Billy is lavishing on him.
Sighing, Billy eagerly strokes Dom’s bare back from shoulders to waist with his free hand, fervently wishing that they were at home, so they could just tear each others clothes off and make wild, passionate love. Distantly, Billy feels Dom’s hands on his chest, and then his lab coat is falling into a puddle on the floor, and his tie is being loosened.
“Dommie, no,” he gasps breathlessly between passionate kisses. “We can’t. Not here.”
“I woke up, hard as a rock, wanting you,” Dom murmurs against Billy’s now swollen mouth, tongue tracing the curve of his upper lip. “You snuck out on me, you wanker.”
“Didn’t want to disturb you,” Billy protests weakly. “You looked so peaceful.”
“Do I look peaceful now?” Dom retorts.
“No, you look-”
Watching Billy gasp and struggle to form words, Dom deftly yanks down the fly of Billy’s trousers and slides his hand inside to cup Billy’s throbbing arousal. “Horny, is the word I think you’re searching for.”
“Christ, Dommie,” Billy curses, thrusting helplessly into Dom’s tight fist. “Someone could walk in any second.”
“Then we better be fast,” Dom replies seductively. “And quiet.”
“But we’re never fast,” Billy pants, clutching at Dom’s back as his hips thrust wantonly. “And you’re loud.”
“Look who’s talking,” Dom retorts with a short laugh, groaning when Billy cups his face, slowly teases his pouty lower lip into his mouth and begins sucking gently.
Dom is tugging at Billy’s arm, wordlessly encouraging him closer, starting to lay down on the examination table, when Billy tears his mouth away, panting heavily.
“Oh God, Dommie,” Billy whispers against his swollen lips. “We can’t do this.”
“Okay.”
Without warning, Dom releases his hold on Billy’s stiff arousal and reaches for his discarded t-shirt. Stunned, Billy watches slack-jacked as Dom covers up his delectable skin, and then looks down, realizing his own state of undress. Somehow, Dom has managed to loosen Billy’s tie and open four buttons of his dress shirt, exposing the soft, ginger chest hair hidden beneath. Then of course, there is his unzipped trousers and rather impressive erection, now aching for Dom’s touch.
“What are you doing?” Billy demands, the heel of his hand rubbing desperately at his arousal.
Sliding off the examination table, Dom captures Billy’s mouth in a deep, shuddering kiss, one that causes Billy’s knees to wobble unsteadily.
“I’ll see you,” Dom whispers, cupping Billy’s flushed cheek and kissing the tip of his nose. “Soon.”
“Dominic Monaghan,” Billy gasps, leaning heavily against the examination table for support. “Get back here. Right. Now.”
“Now you know how I felt when I woke up this morning.” Grinning cheekily, Dom waves and then escapes the room without another word.
Watching Dom walk by, heading for the front door of the clinic, the pulled muscle in his back mysteriously gone, Orlando recognizes a familiar glow in Dom’s cheeks and a lightness in his step. They exchange nods in greeting and then Dom continues his journey, oblivious to Orlando’s knowing smile as he observes the football player leave before returning his attention to the medical chart resting in his lap.
“And they’re not shagging like rabbits,” Orlando says to himself, pursing his lips in amusement. “Right.”
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Chapter 14
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R, I think.
Summary: When Billy returns to work, Dom finds ways to entertain himself.
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: I think is one of my favorite chapters. Enjoy!
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Chapter 13 - Memories & Confessions
When the blaring alarm clock shatters the peaceful quiet, Billy’s eyes flash open, and he fumbles as he reaches over to silence the offensive sound. Looking down at the sleeping man draped over him, Billy presses a fond kiss to Dom’s forehead and then attempts to slide out from under Dom’s limp weight.
“No,” Dom mumbles sleepily. “Stay.”
“I need to go for a run before I leave for the clinic, Dommie,” Billy replies softly.
“Warm. Comfy. Stay.”
Smiling at Dom’s drowsy insistence, once again Billy tries to shift his body towards the edge of the mattress, only to pause abruptly and gasp when Dom’s long fingers wrap snugly around his arousal and squeeze gently.
“Dom-”
“If you feel the need to exercise, there are more enjoyable ways,” Dom says, opening his eyes and gazing up at Billy, the seductive invitation clear.
Before Billy can say a word, Dom pulls their mouths together and rolls onto his back, bringing Billy with him so he’s nestled between Dom’s splayed thighs.
Intending on making one more attempt to get out of bed, Billy opens his mouth to protest, only to have Dom slip his tongue inside and deepen the kiss. When Dom’s warm, eager hands slide down Billy’s back to cup the curve of his arse, Billy gives in with a ragged moan of pleasure and reaches for the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand.
Nearly forty-five minutes pass before Billy looks at the clock again, with a sated man snuggled into his side, snoring ever so softly. Unable to stop smiling widely, his cheeks still rosy with orgasm, Billy slowly slides out of bed, taking special care not to wake Dom from his peaceful slumber. Bypassing his running clothes, Billy slips soundlessly into the loo for a quick shower and a shave. When he emerges fifteen minutes later, Billy is surprised to discover the coverlet kicked back, the bed empty. Looking around the room, Billy sees no evidence of Dom, and his heart sinks a little, his cheerful mood dampening slightly. He’d hoped that they’d be able to talk this morning, perhaps plan something for this evening, after he gets home from the clinic.
Pushing the disappointment to the side, Billy quickly pulls out a pressed shirt, trousers and a tie from the wardrobe. Once dressed, Billy slips his watch onto his wrist as he looks around the room, searching for his keys. Although he’s sure he saw them on the bureau last night, now they’re nowhere to be found. Deciding that he must have left them in the kitchen, Billy sits on the edge of the bed to tie his shoes and then heads downstairs.
Billy is at the base of the stairs when the smell of fresh coffee wafts across his nose and turns up the corners of his mouth. At the entrance to the kitchen, Billy stops short, his breath catching at the delectable sight before him. Clad only in low slung jeans, barely clinging to his narrow hips, his feet bare, Dom finishes dishing up two plates at the cooker and then turns towards the table, grinning when he spots Billy lingering in the doorway.
“Good morning,” Dom says warmly. “Breakfast is almost ready. Just need to pour the coffee.”
“You didn’t have to-”
“Can’t send the doctor off to work on an empty stomach,” Dom interjects, cutting off Billy’s protest as he sets the plates on the table.
“I need to find my keys,” Billy insists. “I thought I’d left them upstairs, but . . .”
Smiling widely, Dom withdraws the ring of keys from the front pocket of his denims and jingles them, watching Billy trail off as he lays them on the table next to Billy’s plate.
“Sit.”
Ignoring Dom’s instructions, Billy crosses the room and wraps his arms around Dom’s bare waist as soon as his hands are occupied with two coffee cups.
“Thank you,” Billy says before tilting his head slightly to one side, inviting Dom to kiss him.
Not about to miss the opportunity to feast on the mouth that he’s been fantasizing about for months, Dom leans forward and captures Billy’s bow shaped lips in a soft, prolonged exchange.
“You keep that up, I’ll never get to the clinic,” Billy teases when they finally part, a touch breathless.
“Don’t tempt me,” Dom retorts, his blue-grey eyes smoldering dangerously. “After all, I woke up alone.”
“Sorry.”
Reluctantly, Billy releases his hold on Dom’s waist, and then takes a seat at the table. They share a comfortable meal, talking casually about local and world events, and even though Billy wants to know if Dom is interested in spending this evening together, he can’t make himself ask. In the end, it’s Dom who finally presents the opportunity for something to be discussed, when Billy realizes the time and rises from the table. Dirty plates in hand, Dom swallows and shifts from one foot to the other.
“Give me a minute to find my shirt and I’ll be out of here so you can lock up,” Dom says, laying their plates in the sink.
Reaching out and catching Dom’s hand before he can hurry upstairs, Billy shakes his head.
“You don’t have to go, Dom,” Billy tells him, pulling open a nearby drawer, reaching inside and then producing a key. “Here. It’s the spare for the kitchen door. Just lock up if you leave.”
“If?” Dom repeats, one eyebrow arched.
“I, uh, I just meant-”
“I get it, Bills,” Dom interrupts, giving Billy a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Billy says softly, desire stealing his breath as he realizes that Dom skin smells like lust, sex and passion.
“See you later?” Dom asks as he walks Billy over to the kitchen door.
“Short day, so I should be home around three,” Billy confirms with a smile. “Want to order Chinese? Thai?”
“I honestly don’t mind cooking, Bills,” Dom says with a smile. “Unless you really want Chinese food.”
“I insist on helping,” Billy argues. “You shouldn’t have to do all the work.”
“Fine. You can do the dishes. Now go, before you’re late,” Dom says, then presses a hard, fast kiss to Billy’s mouth. “And have a good day.”
Billy’s more than halfway to the clinic before his pulse starts to return to normal, but can’t help the smile lighting up his face.
Barely five minutes after Dom emerges from the shower in his loo, he’s mourning the loss of Billy’s intoxicating scent on his skin. Thinking about it, Dom realizes that it’s not just one thing, but something that defies explanation. It’s something without shape or color, something Scottish, and distinctly Billy that he craves. Attempting to distract himself, Dom tidies up his own house, only to find himself back at Billy’s within a couple of hours.
Needing to feel closer to Billy, perhaps find a way to get Billy’s scent back on his skin, Dom ends up in the bedroom, stripping away the sheets and peeking into few cupboards until he finds fresh linen. After making the bed and settling the coverlet into place, Dom scoops up the discarded sheets and tosses them in the washing machine before he cleans up the breakfast dishes and makes a fresh pot of coffee, not sure why as he knows that it’ll only make him jittery.
Unable to sit still, Dom restlessly draws his fingers through his tousled hair as he begins wandering from room to room, seeing Billy’s home in a whole new light, now that he’s aware of how Billy rebuilt after the end of his marriage nearly destroyed his plans. An admiration warms Dom’s belly, with a pang of aching jealousy, when his gaze finds pictures of Cameron decorating several horizontal surfaces in the living room, as well as an adorable school portrait hanging on the wall near the fireplace. The familiar longing to be a father bubbles up inside Dom as he walks over to the bookcase, long, elegant fingers stroking the spine of several photo albums.
Before he can lose his nerve, Dom pulls one of the volumes off the shelf and sits down on the floor by the coffee table, images of a younger Billy and Cameron as a toddler stretching out before him, page after page. Slowly working his way through an album, and another, and another, Dom greedily soaks up the evidence of an obviously very close and special bond between a devoted father and son.
Birthday parties, Christmas, and even ordinary days at the park have been captured, showcasing a very active and somewhat precocious boy. Over and over again, the camera has caught Cameron smiling widely, green eyes sparkling as he laughs with joy, or happily plays with his father. When Dom finds a stray, loose photo of Billy wearing an oversized yellow surgical gown, cradling a tiny bundle in his arms, he pauses. It’s a polaroid photo, unlike the others, was taken when Billy wasn’t looking at the camera, and it doesn’t escape Dom’s attention that Billy looks utterly exhausted.
“I see you made yourself at home,” Billy says mildly, shattering the comfortable silence as he gazes down at Dom, now stretched out on his belly on living room floor.
Realizing he’s been caught snooping red handed, Dom’s cheeks flush in embarrassment.
“Sorry. I just-”
“Which album are you looking at?” Billy interrupts, crossing the room, sinking down on the couch and then inviting Dom to sit next to him.
“Uh, he looks around three years old or so, but there was this one, just laying in there, loose,” Dom replies, holding the photo in one hand, the book cradled gently in his arms.
Leaning in closer to look at the open book, Billy smiles warmly. “You’re really close. His fourth birthday was a few months after these were taken.”
“And this one?” Dom asks, holding up the polaroid photograph.
Sighing heavily, Billy takes the photo and cups it in both hands. “This is the first picture of Cameron that was ever taken. We were in the Neonatal ICU, and a nurse friend took it while I wasn’t looking. Cameron was about two hours old.”
“Wow. He was so tiny.”
“He was.”
Passing the photo back to Dom, Billy rises and walks over to the bookshelf, leans over and opens a drawer at the bottom.
“What are you doing?” Dom asks when Billy pulls out several videotapes and check the labels.
“I want to show you something.”
Very quickly, the VCR is loaded and Billy sits back down with Dom, remote control in hand. Dom opens his mouth to ask what Billy what it is, and then the television screen is filled with a very young Cameron, clutching onto long, female fingers and wobbling on chubby legs. A moment later, his small face filled with concentration and determination, Cameron lets go and begins tottering unsteadily towards an unseen goal. Completely transfixed by the images, Dom can only stare in awe as Cameron takes nearly a dozen steps, and is then enveloped in Billy’s strong arms. Cradling the little boy lovingly to his chest, Billy’s face is alight with joy, his voice warm and tender as he lavishes praise on his small son.
When the tape stops, Dom realizes that he’s blinking rapidly to clear the excess moisture from his eyes.
“He’d been pulling himself up and trying to stand on his own for a couple of days at Livvie’s,” Billy says, his voice soft and choked up with emotion. “But he didn’t walk until I came to pick him up. He’d only walk for me.”
“It’s beautiful, Billy,” Dom replies softly. “Thank you so much for sharing it. Really. Thank you.”
“I thought you’d like it,” Billy adds with a smile. “And some things can’t be experienced through photographs.”
“He’s amazing, Bills. Really amazing.”
“Yeah, I’m very grateful that Abby felt so guilty that she couldn’t get rid of him.”
“Guilty?” Dom repeats in confusion. “About what?”
Realizing that he’s just slipped and revealed more than he intended, Billy feels a knot form in his stomach, twisting painfully. “During labor, Abby was so distant, it was strange. Even her obstetrician was surprised by it,” Billy reveals in a low, strained voice. “She wasn’t excited, she just wanted it to be over, the pregnancy, I mean. Thinking back later, I finally figured out the look on her face when her doctor offered to let me deliver Cameron. At the time, all I could think about was if Cameron was going to be okay, being born three weeks early.”
“But he was fine,” Dom soothes gently. “He’s perfect.”
“When Cameron slid out of her body and into my hands, it was the most incredible moment of my life,” Billy continues, his eyes glistening. “I think my heart stopped until he took his first breath and started to cry. I remember cutting the cord, and then holding him to my chest, over my heart, whispering in his ear, and he quieted down in a matter of seconds. Those memories, and the look on her face were what kept running through my head when Abby told me that she wasn’t sure that Cameron was my son.”
“What?” Dom gasps in shock.
“It turns out that Abby was never faithful to me, before we were married, or after,” Billy explains darkly. “I naïvely thought that the affair I found out about was the first. I was wrong.”
“Jesus Christ,” Dom curses softly. “But Cam, he’s-”
“He’s mine,” Billy confirms quickly, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. “A DNA test confirmed it. I didn’t want to do it, biology be damned, I love him as my son, but my lawyer said that I’d need to prove paternity in a custody battle.”
“I can’t believe she-”
“That’s why she couldn’t have an abortion,” Billy interrupts. “She found out how much I wanted a child, and she couldn’t terminate, in case Cameron was mine. At that time, she still cared about me a little, and her guilt kept him alive.”
Sliding an arm around Billy’s trembling shoulders, Dom draws the Scotsman close, tucking his ginger head under his chin. Long, slender fingers rub the nape of Billy’s neck and slide across his back, attempting to soothe the older man.
“She was an idiot, Bills,” Dom whispers gently. “A bloody fool to let you get away. To not see and appreciate the amazing life that you were offering her.”
Pulling out of Dom’s embrace slightly, Billy looks up to meet Dom’s gaze, his eyes bright with fresh, unshed tears.
“Dom, I-”
“A fool,” Dom repeats before drawing their mouths together for a soft, tender kiss. “She didn’t deserve you. Or Cam.”
Arms winding around Dom, Billy’s small fingers slide through sun-kissed blonde hair, mussing it as he returns Dom’s kiss, deeply and wetly. Mouth falling open in invitation and submission, Dom presses closer, bringing their bodies into as much contact as possible. The movement is not overtly sexual, but one meant to offer comfort and support.
Quickly pushing aside clothing so their bare skin can touch, Billy reclines back on the couch, pulling Dom to down to lay beside him, their hard arousals rubbing together as they kiss and touch and hold each other. Guiding one of Dom’s legs over his hip, Billy feasts on Dom’s pouty lower lip while his hand cups Dom intimately. Eyes fluttering open, Dom sees the question in Billy’s gaze and nods before starting to rock his hips into Billy’s fist. Long fingers sliding over Billy’s, Dom brings both of their erections together while his lips and tongue worship Billy’s sweet mouth, murmuring words of pleasure and comfort.
Clutching at Dom’s back with his free hand, Billy thrusts hard, clinging to him as they buck and writhe wildly, tongues tangling hungrily. Crying out hoarsely, Billy watches Dom’s blissful face as his release spills over their entwined fingers, causing his own control to shatter. Chest heaving and hot breath mingling with Billy’s, Dom shifts so his long arms can wrap snugly around Billy, cradling their spent bodies together as pulses slowly return to normal. Tugging the blanket down from the top of the couch to cover them, Dom rubs Billy’s shoulders and back until he drifts off to sleep, and then lets his eyes close as well.
When Billy awakens, Dom is closing the front door and then walking back into the living room, clad in only his blue jeans, arms full with a brown bag of takeaway.
“Chinese. As requested,” Dom says with a soft smile as he sets the bag down on the coffee table and then sits down on the couch at Billy’s hip. “Are you hungry?”
For a long moment, Billy gazes up at Dom, his expression unreadable, and then he nods. “Aye.”
Before Dom can say a word, Billy’s hand is sliding around the back of his neck and pulling gently until their lips meet.
“Billy-” Dom protests weakly when they part for much needed air. “The food will get cold.”
“So lets eat in bed,” Billy proposes with a seductive smile.
Dom grins. “That’s what I like about you, Bills,” he says with a throaty laugh. “You’re always open to suggestion.”
Covering Billy’s mouth with his own, Dom gathers Billy and their dinner in his arms again, leading the way to Billy’s bedroom, their lovemaking more leisurely, but no less satisfying, as Billy’s worries disintegrate like a misty fog under a blistering sun.
Eyes flashing open, Billy looks over at the clock on the nightstand and realizes that the alarm will be going off in less than two minutes. Shifting carefully as to not disturb the naked man sprawled peacefully over him, Dom’s cheeks flushed with sleep and lips slightly parted, Billy reaches over and shuts off the alarm, then settles back down on the pillow, his fingers stroking Dom’s tousled hair. They’d made love well into the night, Dom’s hands clutching at Billy’s back, almost sobbing with pleasure as an intense orgasm overwhelmed him. Completely spent and exhausted, they’d fallen asleep, curled up in each others arms.
For several minutes, Billy watches his lover sleep, feeling Dom’s long arm wrapped possessively around his waist, a leg thrown across his hips. He’s already running late, as he has paperwork to catch up on at the clinic, but Billy can’t make himself stop touching Dom, holding him close, relishing in the way that Dom continually shows him how desirable he is. Yesterday, Billy had been completely vulnerable, laid his heart bare, revealing his most intimate pain, and Dom had responded with compassion, tenderness, and a gentle, soothing touch. The urge to say to hell with work and spend the day in bed with Dom is nearly overwhelming, but in the end, Billy ever so carefully slips out of bed without disturbing the man he has lost his heart to.
After showering and dressing, the last thing Billy does before leaving for the clinic is say goodbye to Dom. Leaning over Dom’s sleeping form on the mattress, sprawled comfortably on his belly, the coverlet drawn up to the waist, Billy presses a feathery kiss to the nape of Dom’s neck and nuzzles his small nose into the mussed blonde hair.
“Sleep, Dommie.”
During a break between patients, Billy slips into the lounge for a cup of coffee, and nearly runs into Orlando. Literally.
“Whoops. Sorry, Orli.”
“Don’t worry about it, Billy,” Orlando replies with a smile. “No harm done.”
Moving across the room, Billy pours himself a cup of coffee and adds some sugar to it, pausing when the hairs on the back up his neck rise, informing him that he’s being watched. Looking over his shoulder, Billy realizes that Orlando is slouched down on the couch, casually sipping his tea and smiling widely at him.
“What?” Billy asks, head tilting to one side in confusion.
“Have a good Christmas?” Orlando asks mildly, looking up at Billy innocently.
“Quiet, since Cameron is in London for the holidays,” Billy replies, fighting the blush that is threatening to color his cheeks. “And you?”
“Since Claire and I broke up last month, I was glad to go home and see my parents for a couple of days,” Orlando replies more somberly. “It helped get my mind off things.”
“I’m really sorry, Orli,” Billy says sympathetically. “I know you liked her.”
“I did, but I also knew she wasn’t the one, so I think it’s for the best,” Orlando adds, shrugging and letting his smile return. “The right one is out there, it’s all a matter of finding.”
“Very true.”
“Sooner or later I’ll get that shagging of a lifetime and have a smile like yours,” Orlando finishes before swallowing the last of his tea.
“What?” Billy squeaks, green eyes wide with shock. “I haven’t- What makes-”
“Don’t even try to deny it, Billy Boyd,” Orlando says with a laugh as he gets to his feet. “It’s all over your face, not to mention your mood. Your feet are barely touching the ground.”
“Orli-”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” Orlando vows, interrupting Billy’s protest and likely denial with a casual wave. “It’s just nice to see you so happy. I can’t wait to see what Dom looks like.”
“I never said-”
“He’s a very lucky man,” Orlando finishes quietly with a warm smile, and then leaves the room before Billy can say another word.
Entering the somewhat quiet restaurant and slowly unzipping his jacket, Dom scans the large room until he spots David’s familiar strawberry-blonde hair. Waving in greeting and smiling, Dom crosses the room quickly and slides into the booth across from the Australian Defender.
“Hey Daisy. Merry Christmas!”
A bemused smile turns up the corners of David’s mouth as he silently observes his friend. There is a sparkle in his expressive, blue-grey eyes, and a rosy glow in his cheeks that is not from the chilly air outside. That, and Dom practically floated across the room.
“Same to you,” David replies, attempting not to laugh. “I see I don’t have to ask if Santa decided you were naughty or nice, or where you hung the mistletoe. It’s quite obvious.”
“Huh?” Dom says, feigning ignorance. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the fact that you look like you’ve been shagged through the mattress, more than once, I’d wager,” David fires back, grinning widely. “You two finally did it.”
When Dom can’t meet David’s eyes, it’s as good as a signed confession.
“So, how was it?” David asks teasingly. “On a scale of one to ten.”
“Fifteen,” Dom replies with a contented sigh, the word slipping out unintentionally.
Impressed, David raises an eyebrow. “Really.”
Blushing, Dom shifts and reaches for a menu, attempting to change the subject. “So, what are you going to have?”
“Oh, no you don’t,” David states firmly. “After months of you chasing him, you’re not going to get away that easily. How’d you do it?”
“Pardon me?”
“Convince him, I mean,” David explains. “I thought he said it wasn’t going to happen. What did you do? Get him drunk?”
“I didn’t do anything,” Dom protests.
“You didn’t buy him the piano, did you?” David presses. “The one you dragged me out to see?”
Suddenly displaying avid interest in his menu, Dom doesn’t reply, though the guilt is written all over his face.
“Dominic Monaghan!” David admonishes. “You didn’t-”
“It happened before that,” Dom interrupts, feeling the need to defend himself. “More than once.”
“What?”
“We didn’t sleep together because of the piano,” Dom explains in a low voice, leaning across the table so they won’t be overheard. “But I admit, I had planned to use it to push things in that direction.”
Watching Dom’s face intently, David’s eyes widen as realization dawns. “You’re falling for him, aren’t you? You really like him.”
“He’s amazing, and not just in bed,” Dom admits. “It was a great Christmas, even with Cam gone.”
“So, more than once, you said?” David continues, inordinately pleased that his friend is happier than he’s even seen him before. “His place or yours?”
“Both,” Dom replies, dazed and lost in erotic and lustful memories.
Finally noticing that David is staring at him, Dom straightens up and fights back a blush.
“I’m happy for you, Dom,” David says softly, his eyes serious. “He seems like a terrific bloke.”
“He is.”
“Why aren’t you with him right now?” David inquires. “Why are you here with me?”
“You’re my best mate, Daisy,” Dom replies as he shoots David a stern look. “I wouldn’t blow you off, just because I’m seeing someone. Besides, the bastard slipped out of bed and went to work at the clinic this morning,” Dom adds petulantly. “Didn’t even wake me up to say goodbye, the wanker.”
Realizing the new lovers are apparently spending every possible moment together, including their nights, David’s eyes widen with surprise, but he wisely says nothing.
“So why don’t you go see him?” David asks suggestively. “It’s not like you haven’t done something at the clinic before.”
Forming an idea in his mind, Dom grins widely. “I think I just might.”
“Well then, we’d better order some food so you can get out of here,” David says with a laugh and then opens his menu.
Imagining what he can do to Billy, to make him pay for sneaking out of bed, heat pools in Dom’s belly, and his heart skips a beat at the idea of being wrapped around Billy very soon.
“Hey, Romeo,” David teases, dragging Dom back to the present. “What do you want to order?”
Looking up and realizing their waitress is waiting for him, pen poised over her notepad, Dom rattles something off quickly, and then looks back at David as she walks away.
“That good, huh?” David asks, pushing away the twinge of jealously, because he really is happy for Dom.
Slowly, Dom nods and sighs. “You have no idea.”
Just after lunch, Billy is finishing taping up the sprained ankle of a long distance runner when there is a burst of activity and excited murmurs at the receptionist’s desk. Looking over his shoulder, Billy smiles when he recognizes Dom’s sun-kissed blonde hair, but it fades quickly when he sees how stiffly Dom is moving, and the clear discomfort in his expression. Within a minute, Billy concludes his consultation with his current patient and hurries across the room to where Dom is standing.
“What’s wrong?” he asks in a low voice, wanting to slide an arm around Dom’s slender waist, but restraining himself, limiting his touch to his hand on Dom’s bicep.
“My back,” Dom replies tightly. “Woke up this way. I tried a hot shower, but it didn’t help. I’m not sure what’s going on.”
“Let’s get you into an examination room so I can take a look,” Billy says gently, leading Dom down the hall to one of the private rooms, not far from his office.
“What about your other patients?” Dom protests faintly. “I don’t want to hold up your schedule.”
“It’s light this afternoon,” Billy interjects. “It’ll be fine. Don’t worry about that. You need someone to check you over and find out what’s going on.”
“Okay,” Dom replies, allowing Billy to guide him into an examination room and close the door behind them.
“Were you feeling stiff last night, when you went to sleep?” Billy asks, helping Dom remove his t-shirt after he’s seated on the padded examination table.
“You know there wasn’t a stiff muscle or bone in my body after you shagged me through the sodding mattress,” Dom says with a wry smile.
“Dom,” Billy admonishes in a low voice, stepping into the space between Dom’s parted knees so he can examine Dom’s back. “Now where does it hurt?”
Breathing catching as Billy’s small fingers make contact with the bare skin of his back, over his shoulder blades, Dom swallows a whimper of distress. “Lower,” he says softly. “And more towards the center.”
Both hands sliding tenderly down the rippling muscles of Dom’s back towards his waist, Billy shifts and moves closer, his warm breath caressing Dom’s throat. “Here?”
“Just a little lower,” Dom replies.
Pausing with his fingertips at the small of Dom’s lean back, Billy asks, “Here?”
“Right there is perfect,” Dom murmurs, darting forward to capture Billy’s mouth with his own in deep, wet, passionate kiss.
Caught off-guard, Billy gasps as both of Dom’s arms slip around his waist, hands quickly working their way lower so they’re cupping the round cheeks of his arse. Taking full advantage of the situation, Dom’s tongue slips between Billy’s parted lips, thrusting and tasting greedily.
Tearing his mouth away, his chest heaving, Billy’s eyes lock with Dom’s, and then he’s diving back in, fingers of one hand carding through Dom’s hair, tongue pushing deep into Dom’s mouth to taste the honeyed sweetness. Hands sliding up Billy’s back and wrapping his legs around Billy’s waist to bring their rapidly stiffening erections together, Dom whimpers breathlessly, lost in the pleasure Billy is lavishing on him.
Sighing, Billy eagerly strokes Dom’s bare back from shoulders to waist with his free hand, fervently wishing that they were at home, so they could just tear each others clothes off and make wild, passionate love. Distantly, Billy feels Dom’s hands on his chest, and then his lab coat is falling into a puddle on the floor, and his tie is being loosened.
“Dommie, no,” he gasps breathlessly between passionate kisses. “We can’t. Not here.”
“I woke up, hard as a rock, wanting you,” Dom murmurs against Billy’s now swollen mouth, tongue tracing the curve of his upper lip. “You snuck out on me, you wanker.”
“Didn’t want to disturb you,” Billy protests weakly. “You looked so peaceful.”
“Do I look peaceful now?” Dom retorts.
“No, you look-”
Watching Billy gasp and struggle to form words, Dom deftly yanks down the fly of Billy’s trousers and slides his hand inside to cup Billy’s throbbing arousal. “Horny, is the word I think you’re searching for.”
“Christ, Dommie,” Billy curses, thrusting helplessly into Dom’s tight fist. “Someone could walk in any second.”
“Then we better be fast,” Dom replies seductively. “And quiet.”
“But we’re never fast,” Billy pants, clutching at Dom’s back as his hips thrust wantonly. “And you’re loud.”
“Look who’s talking,” Dom retorts with a short laugh, groaning when Billy cups his face, slowly teases his pouty lower lip into his mouth and begins sucking gently.
Dom is tugging at Billy’s arm, wordlessly encouraging him closer, starting to lay down on the examination table, when Billy tears his mouth away, panting heavily.
“Oh God, Dommie,” Billy whispers against his swollen lips. “We can’t do this.”
“Okay.”
Without warning, Dom releases his hold on Billy’s stiff arousal and reaches for his discarded t-shirt. Stunned, Billy watches slack-jacked as Dom covers up his delectable skin, and then looks down, realizing his own state of undress. Somehow, Dom has managed to loosen Billy’s tie and open four buttons of his dress shirt, exposing the soft, ginger chest hair hidden beneath. Then of course, there is his unzipped trousers and rather impressive erection, now aching for Dom’s touch.
“What are you doing?” Billy demands, the heel of his hand rubbing desperately at his arousal.
Sliding off the examination table, Dom captures Billy’s mouth in a deep, shuddering kiss, one that causes Billy’s knees to wobble unsteadily.
“I’ll see you,” Dom whispers, cupping Billy’s flushed cheek and kissing the tip of his nose. “Soon.”
“Dominic Monaghan,” Billy gasps, leaning heavily against the examination table for support. “Get back here. Right. Now.”
“Now you know how I felt when I woke up this morning.” Grinning cheekily, Dom waves and then escapes the room without another word.
Watching Dom walk by, heading for the front door of the clinic, the pulled muscle in his back mysteriously gone, Orlando recognizes a familiar glow in Dom’s cheeks and a lightness in his step. They exchange nods in greeting and then Dom continues his journey, oblivious to Orlando’s knowing smile as he observes the football player leave before returning his attention to the medical chart resting in his lap.
“And they’re not shagging like rabbits,” Orlando says to himself, pursing his lips in amusement. “Right.”
Chapter 14
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