monaboyd | Fatherhood, Football, and Other Contact Sports

Title: Fatherhood, Football, and Other Contact Sports - 16/16
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: *censored* No hints!
Summary: As time passes, the divide between Dom and Billy grows wider and wider. Finally, it gets to be too much, but can it be repaired?
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to

frojane, for the faboo beta. Without you, this never would’ve happened. Seriously. Thank you. Credit for the banner goes to the very talented

Chapter 16 - Good Things Come . . .

For the next several weeks, Billy keeps abreast of Dom’s progress through Cameron, as his son crosses the back gardens to visit Dom each and every day without fail. Just like every single day, Billy waits anxiously for a sign, a message that Dom has asked about him, wants him, anything. However, Dom seems determined to make their break up permanent, only keeping his promise to not hurt Cameron.

Billy is also quite hurt, but not really surprised when the consulting sports physician he’d brought in from London telephones, letting Billy know that Dom’s been scheduled for some minor repair surgery. Apparently, Dom doesn’t even want Billy as his doctor anymore, purposely remaining as cold and distant as humanly possible, in an attempt to persuade Billy not to love him anymore. Dom may as well have attempted to stop the sun from rising every morning and setting each evening. That would be easier for Billy, than trying to change how he feels, in the depths of his soul.

The urge to go to the hospital on the day of Dom’s surgery is strong, nearly overwhelming, but Billy somehow manages to resist, eyeing the clock at the clinic and pacing as he waits for news. When the phone call finally comes from David, Billy sighs as he sinks into the chair in his office, relieved that everything went well, and Dom should be a great deal more comfortable when it heals.

Despite his own pain, Billy is grateful that something has gone right, and that Dom won’t be forced to endure a lifetime of agony from his injury. Considering the severity of the damage, it had been a distinct possibility, and that’s the last thing Billy wants for Dom. From behind the safety of the curtains at the window the next evening, Billy watches David help Dom out of the car and inside the house, Dom moving awkwardly on a pair of crutches. It’s quite late when David finally leaves, his head bowed and shoulders heavy.

Several long, agonizing weeks pass as Dom slowly heals, Billy throwing himself into his new role as chief of staff to get through the long days without Dom, sometimes taking it an hour or a minute at a time. There is a gaping hole in Billy’s life now, a deep wound to his heart, where Dom used to be, and nothing can begin to fill it.

The hardest thing to do is keep a smile on his face, for Cameron’s benefit, as Billy flatly refuses to allow his aching and broken heart to affect his son. During the divorce, Billy shielded Cameron as much as possible, not wanting the young boy to blame himself for his parent’s numerous problems. Abby has done more than enough in that regard with her obvious lack of interest in her own flesh and blood. It’s not fair that Cameron has to pay for his father’s mistakes, and Billy will do anything in his power to prevent such a thing from happening.

Walking into the living room one afternoon in early February, where Cameron is flipping through channels on the television, Billy observes the boy pause to watch the sports coverage of an important match in the League Cup that is due to begin shortly. Since Dom’s injury, Cameron has flatly refused to watch any Rangers games as a small protest, although he and David Wenham have become good friends in the last month or so. To the best of Billy’s knowledge, Dom has had no visitors, with the exception of David and Cameron, of course. And still, not so much as a single word has passed between the former lovers.

Watching two teams run out onto the pitch, neither of which he particularly cares about, Billy’s thoughts once again fall to Dom, wondering if he’s laying on his couch, watching the match, in his ridiculous, self-imposed isolation. It has to be very painful for Dom, knowing that he’ll never again play the game that his entire life has revolved around. The game that he’s loved more than life itself.

Shaking his head, Billy walks over to the window, staring at Dom’s house for long, silent minutes, as he has dozens of times over the last few weeks. The man is so damn frustrating, Billy muses inwardly, thinking back over Dom’s behavior. An arrogant, stubborn bastard and incredibly, remarkably, shortsighted. And most of all, stupid, because he never understood just how much he meant to Billy, how deeply Billy loved him. How much Billy still loves him, will always love him, and that they are a part of one another.

Suddenly, realization dawns, and Billy knows exactly what he has to do. The answer hits him with all the crystal clarity of a spring-fed mountain stream, and steals his breath for a moment. Dom pursued Billy relentlessly, for months, forcing Billy to face the intense attraction between them, and show Billy that he wasn’t the problem in his loveless marriage.

After his injury last year, Dom had learned a very hard lesson when he discovered just how empty his life was of people who truly cared about him. With the exception of David, everyone left. Now that his professional career is truly over, it only makes sense that Dom is falling back into the same pattern, to protect himself from a world he thinks doesn’t want him. The truth has been there all along, and Billy’s been too blinded by his own pain to see it. Until now, that is.

“I’m going next door,” Billy announces to Cameron, who is now perusing his movie collection, having decided that there’s nothing on television he wants to watch.

Turning to face Billy, a smile tugs up the corners of Cameron’s mouth.

“It’s about bloody time, Dad,” he says simply. “Have fun, and don’t worry about me. I’ll watch a movie and I can make a sandwich or something for dinner.”

Walking over to Cameron, Billy kneels down and takes one of his son’s small hands in his.

“I’m so glad your Mum never realized what an incredible gift you are, Cobby,” Billy says softly, tousling Cameron’s ginger hair with his free hand. “I can’t imagine my life without you. I really mean that.”

Grinning a little self consciously and scuffing his toe in the carpet, a blush spreads out under Cameron’s freckles. “Aww, Dad, you know I’d never live with her and Michael. They don’t love each other like you and Dom do.”

At his son’s mention of the word love, Billy’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Dad, I know you love him, and so do I,” Cameron says earnestly, a smile teasing at his cherubic mouth. “We’re going to have a brilliant family, yeah?”

From the mouths of babes. “Absolutely brilliant,” Billy agrees softly, kissing Cameron’s forehead. Pulling Cameron close, Billy holds him for a long, quiet moment, loving the feel of his son’s small arms wrapped tightly around him.

“I love you, Cobby. So much.”

“Love you, Dad.” Pulling back, Cameron grins. “What you waiting for? Go and talk to him.”

Stopping briefly in the kitchen, Billy grabs a bottle of wine that he’s been saving out of the fridge and a couple of glasses from the cupboard before walking across their back gardens. Making his way to Dom’s house, Billy quietly enters through the sliding glass door, not surprised in the least that it’s not locked, but also grateful.

“Hello there, Griffin,” Billy whispers as the the Springer Spaniel comes bounding into the kitchen, sliding on the rug, his chocolate colored paws almost going out from underneath him in his eagerness to greet Billy.

Shortly after Dom’s injury, Cameron had returned the dog, insisting that Dom needed the company, and Billy was surprised to discover that he rather misses the friendly beast constantly underfoot. Merry has almost appeared to look lonely, wandering aimlessly from room to room, searching for the canine and casting curious looks at Billy. Holding the wine bottle under his arm and glasses to one side, Billy reaches down with his free hand and scratches behind Griffin’s floppy ears, causing him to wriggle and vibrate with delight.

“Griffin?” Dom calls out. “What’s going on in there? What are you doing?”

Smoothing down the front of his shirt and taking a deep, calming breath, Billy straightens his shoulders and makes his way bravely toward Dom’s living room.

“He was saying hello to a neighbor,” Billy replies simply as he walks through the doorway.

Blue-grey eyes widening, Dom feels his heartbeat triple its rate and his chest tighten. “Billy, what are you doing here?” Dom gasps as he quickly pushes himself up from the reclining chair he’s been lounging in.

Crossing the room and picking up the remote with his free hand, Billy flicks off the television, ensuring no distractions.

“I’ve come to seduce you, Dommie,” he says simply.

“Billy-”

Interrupting, Billy doesn’t give Dom an opportunity to object. “See, I even brought some wine.” Giving Dom a breathtaking smile, Billy hands Dom the crystal stemmed glasses. “I’ve never been terribly good at this, but I think it’s about . . . ah, there it goes.” Billy nods his approval as the cork pops with the retort of a rifle shot.

Ignoring Dom’s confused and questioning gaze, Billy pours some of the sparkling wine in each of the glasses and then sets the bottle down on the coffee table. Taking back one of the glasses, Billy lifts his in the gesture of a toast.

Eyes wide, Dom stares into Billy’s shining face. Christ, he’s so bloody gorgeous. “May I ask what we’re celebrating?” he manages to say, his voice unsteady.

“Our life together, of course,” Billy answers, his eyes soft, clear and honest. “I’m not like them, Dom. I’m not going to walk away and leave you all alone. You may think you have nothing to offer, but I say you’re wrong. Months ago I told you that I didn’t want any more complications in my life. Well, I lied. I want a lifetime of wonderful complications, as long as they’re with you.”

Dipping two fingertips into his glass of wine, Billy then lifts them to the pouty curve of Dom’s lower lip, wetting them with the chilled liquid.

“Bills,” Dom protests on a weak, ragged note, attempting to maintain a semblance of sanity as Billy’s small finger deftly works it’s way between his lips. Billy’s eyes are dark green pools, drawing Dom in deeper and deeper into their depths, and suddenly Dom realizes what it must feel like to drown in quicksand. Not looking away from Billy, Dom leans over slightly and sets his glass of wine down on the coffee table.

Moaning under his breath, Dom moves closer, bringing their mouths together in a hungry, wild kiss that is naked in its ravenous need. Staggering under the intensity of Dom’s lips, Billy is even more stunned by his own as they move desperately against Dom’s. Neither notice as Billy’s wine glass drops to the carpet, spilling a trail of golden liquid at their feet that Griffin quite happily laps up.

“I’m not leaving here until we make love, Dominic Monaghan,” Billy murmurs seductively, his rosy lips punctuating each word with warm, wet, teasing kisses. Wanting to ensure that Dom can’t escape, Billy clutches handfuls of Dom’s t-shirt and pulls their bodies together firmly. “Then I dare you to tell me that you don’t want us to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Dom wants nothing more than to take Billy to bed right then, make, wild, passionate love until they’re completely exhausted, but there is something he has to take care of first. Taking a deep breath, Dom forces his mind to the words he’s been rehearsing all morning. All week, actually.

“There’s nothing I’d like better than spending the rest of our days in carefree decadence,” Dom begins, fingers toying with the buttons of Billy’s shirt, opening them so he can pet the furry chest beneath that he loves so much, has ached to touch.

Breath catching, Billy feels a familiar stirring, low in his belly, as Dom’s long fingers begin rubbing a sensitive nipple. “Mmmm. I think that sounds like a perfect idea.”

“Unfortunately, I do have other obligations,” Dom adds as a roving hand finally works its way further inside Billy’s shirt, touching and caressing gently, finding Billy’s secret places that he’s come to know so well, and has missed so much.

Waves of passion and desire overwhelming him, Billy is finding words more and more difficult. “Why do I have the feeling you’re trying to tell me something?” he asks breathlessly, overwhelming Dom with warm, loving kisses.

“I don’t know,” Dom replies with a sigh of pleasure. “What could I possibly have to tell you except that I’ve got a new job?”

Lowering his head, Dom’s mouth captures one of Billy’s nipples, his tongue darting out for a taste of the salty skin. A moment later, Billy is pulling him up by his sun-bleached blonde hair.

“A job?” Billy repeats, eyes wide. “When? Where? Not in football? Did you take it?”

Letting his head fall back, Dom laughs.

“Hey, slow down,” he says, cupping Billy’s cheek. “Which of those questions do you want me to answer first?”

“When?” Billy decides. “And why didn’t you tell me?”

“I accepted it this morning, and I’ve been working up my nerve all day to make the long trek next door,” Dom explains, his eyes uncertain. “I suddenly realized that I didn’t know what I’d do if you told me to bugger off and slammed the door in my face.”

There are tiny seeds of worry in his blue-grey eyes that Billy hastens to dispel. “Never, Dommie,” Billy says instantly, pressing a reassuring kiss to Dom’s soft lips. “Where?” he adds, holding his breath.

“Glasgow.”

So far so good, Billy tells himself. “In football?”

“In a way,” Dom replies. “I’ll be directing a boys youth league. My main responsibility will be training the volunteer coaches to make sure the boys have fun. Everyone gets to play, and there’s less emphasis on winning at all costs, compared to other programs out there. I’ll get to do a fair bit of coaching, too. Any age group I want. I’m thinking about eight year old boys. Cam’s age.”

Then Dom’s expression grows earnest. “Despite my reluctance to retire, I’ve been giving the whole thing a lot of thought the past eight months or so. I didn’t want to sell cars, or open a restaurant or even try sportscasting like so many other ex-footballers out there. I hate the idea of people using me to push deodorants or shaving creme, so entertainment is out.”

“Understandably,” Billy interjects.

“But I like the idea of this, Billy. And I think I can do a good job.”

“I know you can,” Billy says with heartfelt conviction. “You’ll be wonderful, Dommie. Terrific. In fact, you’ll be the best coach those kids will ever have, and someday we’ll be watching your players in the final match of the League Cup.” Billy’s enthusiasm for the idea escalates. “Isn’t that an incredible thought? Just think of it, Dommie-”

Billy’s just getting wound up when Dom lays a long finger against his bow shaped lips.

“Bills?”

“Yeah?” Billy replies when Dom takes his finger away.

“I thought you’d come here to seduce me,” Dom reminds him in a husky tone, the dark, smoldering heat in his eyes telling their own story.

“Oh, right.” Sliding an arm around Dom’s slender waist, one of Billy’s hands splays across his lean back, while the fingers of his other hand card through Dom’s tousled hair as their lips meet in a warm, wet kiss. “And don’t you dare try to argue with me, Dominic Monaghan,” Billy instructs breathlessly when their mouths part. “Because I am not taking no for an answer.”

“Sexy, Scottish, Billy,” Dom groans as Billy fits their aroused bodies together and rocks his hips forward several times.

Lips meet in heated demand, rekindling the fires Dom has tried to keep safely banked these long and desperately lonely weeks without Billy. Every vestige of restraint flees as Billy gives himself fully to Dom’s ravenous kisses, fingers pulling at Dom’s shirt while Dom’s fumble with the remaining buttons of Billy’s, seeking his pale, bare skin. Billy has to touch Dom everywhere, every inch of him, has to know that Dom’s golden flesh flames for him, just as his skin is on fire for Dom’s touch.

“Right there, Bills,” Dom encourages, closing his eyes to the feel of Billy’s small fingertips against his moist skin. A ragged moan of pleasure tumbles from his lips when Billy drags his lips away from Dom’s to feast on his tangy flesh.

Unable to exorcise the exquisite taste of Dom from his memory, quickly Billy strips off the offending cotton, kissing, licking and sucking on the smooth expanse, wanting more and more. Dom’s blue jeans. They have to go, because Billy can’t bear it any longer. He has to reestablish his claim over all of Dom, who’s scorched away reason and made Billy a prisoner of his own blazing need. Desire and love has unleashed Billy’s passion, and it can no longer be contained.

In mute assistance, Billy momentarily loosens his hold as Dom tears through the remaining buttons of Billy’s shirt, peeling it off his pale shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. Hands cupping the round curves of Dom’s arse, Billy grinds their hips together, eyes widening when Dom slides down his body, his teeth tugging on a rosy, erect nipple, causing Billy to cry out breathlessly.

“I wanted to be gentle with you, go slowly,” Dom groans, rising and burying his face in Billy’s warm neck, nuzzling and lapping at the throbbing pulse he finds there.

Clinging to Dom, his legs trembling, Billy rocks their hips together, kindling fires that are raging wildly out of control.

“Don’t think,” Billy advises in a throaty voice far removed from his usual, clear tone. Hand sliding around to the button and fly of Dom’s jeans, Billy cups the hard arousal through the worn material, stroking him gently. “Just feel, Dommie.”

Giving Dom a seductive, inviting smile, Billy wastes no time guiding Dom down the hall to his bedroom, wrapped up in each others arms and eagerly rediscovering each others intimate places. Stretching out on the vast expanse of the comfortable bed, Billy cradles Dom in his arms, bringing their lips together for a long, wet, deliriously wonderful kiss as the remainder of their clothing is rapidly dispatched, flung to the farthest corners of the room. Falling into one another, bare limbs entwine, and lips meet in endless, passionate kisses.

The drapes are drawn against the weak, afternoon sun, but the darkness in the room only seems to lighten and glow with a fire all it’s own. As Billy’s hands and lips moved over Dom’s body, he’s stunned at the heat of his flesh.

“You’re on fire, love,” Billy murmurs, thrilled by his lover’s response. “I love how you burn for me, my beautiful Dommie.”

Small hands move deftly down Dom’s taut body, scorching the tanned flesh of his flat stomach, trailing sparks down the insides of his legs and back up again. Thighs falling open and trembling, Dom moans wantonly with pleasure. When Billy’s lips move where his fingers have teased, strange heats burst inside Dom, little fires spiraling out from his innermost core. Billy’s tongue becomes a sensual weapon, probing into the warm satin of Dom’s body, and Dom knows that at any moment, he’s going to be flung into the reaches of universe, beyond anything he’s ever experienced before. The idea is thrilling, but also frightening in its intensity, and he doesn’t want to go there alone. He wants Billy inside him.

“Please, Bills. I need you,” Dom begs shamelessly, long fingers tangling in Billy’s ginger hair as he gently pulls Billy up to cover him.

Having never known this potential for heat and passion, Billy’s body is burning and searching for it’s mate. Hungry and longing, Dom opens himself for Billy, and when their bodies slam together, it’s as if a thousand blazing stars explode behind his eyes. Responding with a rhythm and ferocity that matches Dom’s, Billy rocks into Dom as his fingernails rake primitive paths down the moist, rippling muscles of Billy’s back.

Billy wonders how this man can cause every atom in his body to flame; how is it that Dominic Monaghan can make him toss away every vestige of self restraint for the sheer, overwhelming feel of Dom’s lips against his, his tanned flesh against his pale flesh? He wants to understand, to know what magic this man possesses to make his world continually spin out of control, to make everything and everyone before him commonplace.

Then, before Billy is beyond all thought, beyond reason, their passion and desire explodes into a gigantic white fireball, sending them spinning outward into a world of their own making, a place of blinding lights and vivid colors that swirl around them, enveloping them in the dazzling glow of sated bliss.

Afraid of crushing Dom’s still healing knee, Billy carefully rolls over, holding Dom firmly, not yet willing to give up the pleasure of his tight, velvet warmth. The heat gradually fades as they lay together for a long, silent time in the slowly cooling aftermath of passion, Dom’s tousled hair tickling Billy’s neck.

“Bills?”

“Mmm?” Billy sighs, never knowing such contentment.

“I love you.”

Opening his eyes, Billy tilts his head and meets Dom’s cautious gaze.

“I know that, Dommie,” he says simply, running his fingers through Dom’s wild hair in an intimate caress.

“I mean, I loved you before this,” Dom corrects. “Before our first time that day, after we talked in Cam’s room, when you asked me . . . I knew before that night on my couch.”

“Me too,” Billy whispers, eyes soft with understanding. “I just couldn’t admit it.”

“Any regrets?”

Billy’s smile is utterly blissful. “Regrets? How could I have any regrets, Dommie? I was just thinking how it would be impossible to be any happier than I am at this moment.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Positive,” Billy says, pressing a kiss to each of Dom’s flushed cheeks.

Settling his head back into the curve of Billy’s neck, Dom slides a hand enticingly down Billy’s chest, pausing briefly to tease the rosy peak of a nipple and then continuing lower. “What would you say if I told you I wanted you again?” Dom inquires in a low, husky voice.

Nodding slowly, Billy’s eyes are deep green pools of renewed desire. “I’d say that I may have been a wee bit hasty in that assessment.”

“Shall we put it to the test?” Dom asks impishly.

Threading his fingers through Dom’s thoroughly tousled hair, Billy pulls their mouths together in a deep, wet kiss.

“Most definitely.”

* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *

Distantly, Billy hears the shrill of a ringing phone, and groping blindly at the night stand, he searches quickly to silence the offensive sound.

“Hello?” Billy rasps into the receiver, his voice hoarse from cries of passion and then disuse as he and Dom had fallen into an exhausted, sated slumber.

“Um, is Dom there, or did I dial the wrong number?” a woman with a warm, soft tone asks uncertainly.

Eyes flashing wide, Billy suddenly realizes that he’s laying in Dom’s bed, naked and spent, but amazingly relaxed and content.

“No, you’ve got the right number,” Billy replies quickly. “Hold on, I’ll get him.”

Covering the mouthpiece, Billy looks down at the sleeping man curled into his side, smiles and then begins pressing kisses to Dom’s forehead and cheek as he gently shakes Dom’s bare shoulder with his free hand.

“Dommie,” Billy whispers. “Wake up.”

“What?” Dom mumbles, shifting and snuggling closer to Billy. “You can’t possibly want to shag again this soon.”

“Phone. It’s for you.”

“Huh?” Opening his sleepy eyes, Dom looks up. “Phone?”

“I thought you would’ve turned it off,” Billy comments.

“I thought you’d want it on, so if Cam called-” Dom offers as explanation.

“Here,” Billy says, passing Dom the receiver. “It’s a woman.”

“Hello?” A wide grin spreads quickly across Dom’s sleepy face a moment after he presses the phone to his ear. “Hi Mum.”

Flushing a deep pink, Billy claps his free hand over his eyes and groans.

“Oh my God,” he whispers before Dom insistently tugs his fingers away so their eyes can meet.

“That was Billy,” Dom says into the phone as he pushes himself up onto an elbow. Drawing his long, elegant fingers repeatedly through Billy’s ginger chest hair, Dom’s eyes twinkle mischievously. “Yes, he does have a lovely voice. It’s one of a million reasons why I love him.”

Sliding a hand around the nape of Dom neck and carefully pulling him closer, Billy kisses the tip of his squashed up nose, causing Dom’s smile to grow even bigger.

“Yes, Mum,” Dom answers with a laugh, amused by something his mother has said. “I want him to meet you and Dad, too. How about we try for next month? I think Cam will have some time off from school then. I’m sure we can make it happen for the weekend.”

Eyes widening, Billy realizes that Dom’s parents want to meet him, and that Dom has automatically included Cameron. The gesture moves Billy deeply, and his eyes are bright as he slides his hand back and forth across Dom’s shoulder, fingers stroking Dom’s throat.

“Yes, I think Billy will let you spoil Cam a little,” Dom adds as he slides one of his long legs between Billy’s thighs. “He’s got the same accent and the same eyes, so trust me, you’re going to love him.”

“Dom-” Billy whispers, the warning clear.

“Just a little,” Dom repeats, wrinkling his nose at Billy teasingly. “He’s a terrific kid. Amazing, really.”

Sprawled comfortably on the pillow, Billy watches as Dom says goodbye to his mother and then wraps his arms around Dom’s waist when he leans over him to hang up the phone.

“I’m so sorry,” Billy begins, as Dom settles down on the mattress beside him. “I forgot where I was and just picked it up.”

“It’s okay, Bills.”

“Dommie, we got caught, in bed, by your mother.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dom insists with a smile. “She knows all about you.”

“What?”

“Months ago, I told her about the sexy Scottish bloke who moved in next door and was my new doctor,” Dom explains impishly. “I even told her about you thinking that she was a lover of mine, when you heard that message on my machine, and we both decided you were jealous.”

“I was,” Billy admits. “Very.”

“She knew how I felt about you,” Dom continues. “And that you were taking care of me, in more ways than one.”

“Christmas?” Billy murmurs softly.

Slowly, Dom nods. “She heard the difference in my voice and figured that something had happened between us.”

“Something did,” Billy agrees.

“So, back to sleep?” Dom inquires. “Or did you have something else in mind,” he adds suggestively.

“Actually, I need to go,” Billy says regretfully. “I left Cameron alone. He said he’d be fine, but-”

“Under no circumstances am I going to let you leave,” Dom states firmly.

“Dom-”

“Cam is fine,” Dom continues, cutting off Billy’s protest. “Trust me.”

“How do you know?” Billy presses. “He’s not even eight years old.”

“Six weeks, three days to go,” Dom interjects, grinning. “Cam told me, and already invited me to a birthday party. And just so you’re aware, I know that Cam is fine, because he’s sitting in my living room, watching a movie and eating pizza with Griffin.”

“What?” Billy cries out. “How?”

“After you fell asleep, I called over to the house.”

“He answered the phone?” Billy asks with wide, shocked eyes. “I told him-”

“Not until he heard my voice on the answering machine,” Dom explains quickly. “I told him to come on over and hang out with Griffin if he wanted, and he did.”

“Our clothes. The wine,” Billy gasps. “They were-”

“Taken care of before I called,” Dom soothes. “I wouldn’t let him see that, Bills, and he knows to knock on the bedroom door first. We had a few minutes to talk while we waited for the pizza to arrive.” Pausing, Dom smiles. “He hugged me and told me how happy he is for us. I know I’ve said it before, more than once, but that’s one terrific kid you’ve got there, Boyd.”

“This is going to take some getting used to,” Billy says softly. “You and me.”

“You mean, when we’re living together?” Dom prompts expectantly. “Cam’s already packing his stuff, by the way. He can’t wait.”

“Aye,” Billy replies and then his eyes widen with surprise. “He is? I guess he really is okay with it, but it’s going to be quite a change for him. For all of us.”

“Well, for one thing, we’re going to have to learn how to have sex quietly,” Dom muses aloud. “Because I’m not about to give up shagging you on a daily basis.”

“Dom-”

“Of course, there will be weekends that Cam stays with a friend and we can be as loud as we want,” Dom adds with a positively wicked and suggestive glint in his eyes. “Wherever we want.”

“Dom!”

“Want to practice?” Dom inquires impishly and then rolls onto his back, bringing Billy with him.

“Again?” Billy says, eyes wide with surprise.

“I think we have some time to make up for, don’t you?” Dom asks, grinning when he feels Billy’s erection pressing against the inside of his upper thigh.

Moaning softly when Dom begins rocking his hips, Billy buries his face in Dom’s neck. “We have to be quiet,” he says breathlessly.

“Then I guess we better keep our lips busy,” Dom replies hoarsely. “Got any suggestions?”

A moment later, Dom can no longer speak as Billy’s pointy tongue is buried in his hot mouth, lips fused together as they are once again, swept away in a sea of passion, desire and love.

* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *

“I’m going to need a doctor if you keep up this wanton behavior,” Dom complains a long while later. “I don’t think I’ll ever move again.”

Curled up together under the coverlet, Dom’s eyelashes flutter a dark fringe against his tanned cheeks while Billy’s fingers sweep up and down Dom’s back in an endless, gentle caress.

Sighing contentedly, his eyes closed, Billy smiles. “I know what you mean.”

Having memorized every inch of his lover, Dom reaches out, his fingers finding Billy’s other hand exactly where he expects it to be. “Happy?”

“Couldn’t be happier,” Billy answers honestly.

“How do you really feel about the job?” Dom asks with a casualness that Billy suspects is feigned. Turning his head, Billy opens his eyes to find Dom watching him carefully.

Rubbing a spot between Dom’s shoulder blades in silence, Billy thinks and then chooses his words very carefully. “You’ll do a wonderful job, Dommie. You’re terrific with kids.”

“I like kids.”

Nodding, Billy considers Dom in that role. He’ll be perfect, Billy decides, but will it be enough? “I know,” Billy murmurs, lost in thought. “And they all like you, Cameron included.”

“Why am I hearing a but in that less than enthusiastic response?” Dom asks, his brow furrowed.

“There’s not much fame in youth sports, Dommie,” Billy feels obliged to point out. They haven’t come this far and overcome so many obstacles to have Billy stop being honest with Dom now.

“Billy, I’ve had enough fame to last me a lifetime,” Dom explains with a small smile. “Believe me, I’m looking forward to a life of blissful anonymity.”

“And fortune,” Billy interjects. “You didn’t say what they’re paying you, but it can’t be that generous.”

Dom laughs. “What? Now that you’re a big shot chief of staff, can’t you support a loving partner and a couple of kids?”

Feeling himself melt, Billy’s green eyes gleam brightly. “A couple?”

“Didn’t Cam tell you about his master plan?” Dom asks with a grin. “About you and me and a brother or sister for him?”

“Oh my God,” Billy groans, blushing a deep crimson. “When did he tell you about that?”

“The first week, after he saw those spectacular kisses by the pool,” Dom reveals, pressing his rosy lips to Billy’s throat. “It seems like a reasonable enough request to me. In fact, the poor lad’s been waiting almost six months for us to get together, we should probably get started on that little project as soon as possible.” Then Dom gives Billy a long, lingering kiss.

“You want to try to adopt a child with me?” Billy whispers, the suppressed longing to expand his family suddenly breathing new life.

“Yes, I do,” Dom replies solemnly. “I want to do everything with you, Bills. Everything. My life is with you and Cameron.”

“The match,” Billy remembers belatedly. “It could still be on.”

“Forget the match,” Dom murmurs, his lips nuzzling Billy’s neck, kissing and licking a trail up to his ear. “I can think of a much better way to spend the day.”

“I think I need a doctor to check my hearing,” Billy teases, body shaking with silent laughter. “Can this possibly be the same Englishman who professed he couldn’t separate the man from the football player?”

Wrapping a leg around Billy’s waist, Dom bites down lightly on Billy’s tender earlobe. “It is, but a certain sexy, Scottish doctor once suggested that there is more to life than football. Although that idea sounded like complete bollocks to me, since I didn’t have anything better to do, I thought I might as well check it out.”

Small fingers toy with the blonde waves curling against the back of Dom’s slender neck. “And what did you find?” Billy asks with a smile.

Dom’s laugh is deep and filled with satisfaction as he snuggles into Billy’s welcoming embrace. “I found,” he says, his kiss pledging a future filled with love, “That there’s a lot to be said for indoor sports.”

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Epilogue

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