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hyacinth-sky747.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jul. 24th, 2006 08:14 pm)Delicate
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I made the whole thing up.
“You donkey! You complete horse’s arse.”
“What!?” Dom sat up, bewildered. He’d been having a little catnap on the couch when Billy had thundered in.
Billy threw himself at Dom, got him in one of his Kung Fu Jeet Kwan Whatsits holds that Dom could never, ever get out of. He hated those fucking holds. He struggled, kicked out with his feet, but Billy had him by his head and Dom rather thought he’d like to keep that organ attached to the rest of his body. Billy pulled him from the couch and planted his face in the carpet.
“Umph, tell me what I did, you bastard! You’re killing me.”
“Why is Elijah upset with you?”
“Is that all?” Dom said and immediately wished he hadn’t as Billy smushed his face further into the rug. “Can’t breathe.” Billy let up a little and Dom tried to wipe the drool off his face. “I was just joking. You know, taking the piss out of him and, you know, he’s all sensitive and American about everything. He thought I was being cruel. You would have just laughed, Bill, honest. I didn’t mean it.”
“You go too far with it, Dom. No one thinks I’m cruel.”
“You’re fucking Scottish. No one can understand you. You could tell them their mothers are whores and they’d just smile and nod. You say anything with that sweet, little voice and people think you’re charming. And just for the record, this is bloody cruel.”
Billy let him go and leaned back against the couch to catch his breath. Dom rose up, letting his weight rest on his hands and kicked Billy in the leg as hard as he could before scurrying away to put the dining table between them.
“Fucking shitting WHORE!” Billy bellowed, clutching at his leg. Dom bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from laughing. Billy saw it in his eyes though. He let go of his leg and smiled sweetly at Dom. Dom smiled back warily. Billy’s eyes narrowed. “Come here.”
Dom shook his head.
“Come here. I won’t hurt you.”
“I’m not fucking thick,” Dom said.
“No?” Billy got to his feet, limping a little as he crossed the living room.
“Bill, don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Billy inched closer around the table. Dom inched away.
“I’m serious. You don’t know your own strength.” Dom was sweating. Billy made a feint to move round the table and Dom bolted in the other direction. Billy was a sly one. He fucking vaulted the table and Dom, in a blind panic, was caught between Billy and a very stubborn wall. Billy pinned him against it and Dom, knowing a loss when he saw one, didn’t struggle.
“Okay, alright, you win. I’m a complete fuckard. Is that what you want?”
“Yeah,” Billy said but he still twisted Dom’s arm painfully.
“I’ll never do it again.”
“And?”
“And? Um, I’ll call Lijah and apologize.”
Billy let him go.
Dom rubbed at his sore arm. “How’s your leg?”
“I’ll live.”
“Damn.” Dom wiped his dripping nose. The back of his hand showed a streak of blood. “Bollocks.”
“Oh! Oh, fuck. I’m sorry. You okay?”
“I’m bleeding and I just got my arse kicked but other than that I’m fit as a fucking fiddle.”
Billy led him to the kitchen and grabbed the dish towel. Dom sat in a chair and held it to his nose.
“Put your head down.” Billy rubbed his back. “I’m sorry, pet. I didn’t mean to make you bleed.”
“Fuck off, Boyd. It’s just a bloody nose. I get them all the time.”
“You’re delicate?”
“I said fuck off.”
“Sorry, it’s just that if I’d known you were delicate I wouldn’t have tousled with you.”
“Fuck off! I can tousle if I bloody well want to.”
“It was fun, yeah?”
“Wicked. Were you really angry with me?”
“Not so much.”
“Well, I hope a never actually piss you off then.” Dom rolled his eyes.
“Now that you know the power of the One Boyd.”
“I’ll bleed on you, Bill. I’m not above it.”
“I’ll piss on your head while you sleep.”
“I’m just not going to win today am I?”
“Look who you’re sparring with! It’s nothing to be ashamed of! Are you done bleeding all over the linens then?”
“Is there a time limit? I wish you’d told me. I would have bled faster.”
“It’s just that I’d like a bit of a tumble.”
“You would, would you?”
“Unless you’re fair tuckered, my wee tender lad.”
Dom threw down the dish towel and launched himself at Billy. Billy screeched like a girl. Dom half carried him to the living room and threw him on the couch. He didn’t pretend, even to himself, that he had won any kind of victory. Billy was letting him win. No matter. He climbed on top of him and undid his trousers.
“Here, suck on that. I’ve had enough of your voice just now.”
Billy giggled. It was supremely irritating, Dom thought, to have someone giggle while he sucked your cock. He started thrusting his hips and Billy quieted right down, putting his hand on Dom’s hip to hold him back a little.
“Take it, Boyd. What’s the matter? Delicate? You can do better than that.”
Billy swallowed and dug his fingers into Dom’s arse. He sucked hard. Dom’s eyes rolled back in his head. He cursed and pulled away, unsteady.
He shouldn’t have let his guard down. It was pure lunacy to show one ounce of vulnerability around Billy when he was in this mood. Dom’s face met the couch cushions.
“This seems familiar,” he said. Billy dragged his trousers off, then bit at his ear.
“Ready?”
“In you go.”
Billy was a very sweaty man. He mewled and hissed and clawed at Dom’s skin. All and all, Dom thought, it was a little like having a mad cat on his back. Billy shifted his hips up and Dom pressed his forehead deep into the couch.
“Right there. Right fucking there please.”
“Like that?”
“Um-hmm.”
“Good, cuz you’re going to get it again. Soon as we’re done. I could fucking go all day.”
“I ought to make Lijah cry more often if this is what it does to you.”
That made Billy ride him hard and Dom smiled even though he thought his nose was bleeding again.
“Hurry, Bill. I’ll stain the couch.”
“Wha?” Billy said but he was too far gone to care. He came hard and sat dazed while Dom ran for the towel.
“Again?” he said when he saw Dom return with the towel to his face.
“No, not again. Still.”
“Bloody hell.”
“Exactly.”
“Come here.”
Dom went that time and Billy made sure he was truly well before starting in on him again.
d/b
R
I made the whole thing up.
“You donkey! You complete horse’s arse.”
“What!?” Dom sat up, bewildered. He’d been having a little catnap on the couch when Billy had thundered in.
Billy threw himself at Dom, got him in one of his Kung Fu Jeet Kwan Whatsits holds that Dom could never, ever get out of. He hated those fucking holds. He struggled, kicked out with his feet, but Billy had him by his head and Dom rather thought he’d like to keep that organ attached to the rest of his body. Billy pulled him from the couch and planted his face in the carpet.
“Umph, tell me what I did, you bastard! You’re killing me.”
“Why is Elijah upset with you?”
“Is that all?” Dom said and immediately wished he hadn’t as Billy smushed his face further into the rug. “Can’t breathe.” Billy let up a little and Dom tried to wipe the drool off his face. “I was just joking. You know, taking the piss out of him and, you know, he’s all sensitive and American about everything. He thought I was being cruel. You would have just laughed, Bill, honest. I didn’t mean it.”
“You go too far with it, Dom. No one thinks I’m cruel.”
“You’re fucking Scottish. No one can understand you. You could tell them their mothers are whores and they’d just smile and nod. You say anything with that sweet, little voice and people think you’re charming. And just for the record, this is bloody cruel.”
Billy let him go and leaned back against the couch to catch his breath. Dom rose up, letting his weight rest on his hands and kicked Billy in the leg as hard as he could before scurrying away to put the dining table between them.
“Fucking shitting WHORE!” Billy bellowed, clutching at his leg. Dom bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from laughing. Billy saw it in his eyes though. He let go of his leg and smiled sweetly at Dom. Dom smiled back warily. Billy’s eyes narrowed. “Come here.”
Dom shook his head.
“Come here. I won’t hurt you.”
“I’m not fucking thick,” Dom said.
“No?” Billy got to his feet, limping a little as he crossed the living room.
“Bill, don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Billy inched closer around the table. Dom inched away.
“I’m serious. You don’t know your own strength.” Dom was sweating. Billy made a feint to move round the table and Dom bolted in the other direction. Billy was a sly one. He fucking vaulted the table and Dom, in a blind panic, was caught between Billy and a very stubborn wall. Billy pinned him against it and Dom, knowing a loss when he saw one, didn’t struggle.
“Okay, alright, you win. I’m a complete fuckard. Is that what you want?”
“Yeah,” Billy said but he still twisted Dom’s arm painfully.
“I’ll never do it again.”
“And?”
“And? Um, I’ll call Lijah and apologize.”
Billy let him go.
Dom rubbed at his sore arm. “How’s your leg?”
“I’ll live.”
“Damn.” Dom wiped his dripping nose. The back of his hand showed a streak of blood. “Bollocks.”
“Oh! Oh, fuck. I’m sorry. You okay?”
“I’m bleeding and I just got my arse kicked but other than that I’m fit as a fucking fiddle.”
Billy led him to the kitchen and grabbed the dish towel. Dom sat in a chair and held it to his nose.
“Put your head down.” Billy rubbed his back. “I’m sorry, pet. I didn’t mean to make you bleed.”
“Fuck off, Boyd. It’s just a bloody nose. I get them all the time.”
“You’re delicate?”
“I said fuck off.”
“Sorry, it’s just that if I’d known you were delicate I wouldn’t have tousled with you.”
“Fuck off! I can tousle if I bloody well want to.”
“It was fun, yeah?”
“Wicked. Were you really angry with me?”
“Not so much.”
“Well, I hope a never actually piss you off then.” Dom rolled his eyes.
“Now that you know the power of the One Boyd.”
“I’ll bleed on you, Bill. I’m not above it.”
“I’ll piss on your head while you sleep.”
“I’m just not going to win today am I?”
“Look who you’re sparring with! It’s nothing to be ashamed of! Are you done bleeding all over the linens then?”
“Is there a time limit? I wish you’d told me. I would have bled faster.”
“It’s just that I’d like a bit of a tumble.”
“You would, would you?”
“Unless you’re fair tuckered, my wee tender lad.”
Dom threw down the dish towel and launched himself at Billy. Billy screeched like a girl. Dom half carried him to the living room and threw him on the couch. He didn’t pretend, even to himself, that he had won any kind of victory. Billy was letting him win. No matter. He climbed on top of him and undid his trousers.
“Here, suck on that. I’ve had enough of your voice just now.”
Billy giggled. It was supremely irritating, Dom thought, to have someone giggle while he sucked your cock. He started thrusting his hips and Billy quieted right down, putting his hand on Dom’s hip to hold him back a little.
“Take it, Boyd. What’s the matter? Delicate? You can do better than that.”
Billy swallowed and dug his fingers into Dom’s arse. He sucked hard. Dom’s eyes rolled back in his head. He cursed and pulled away, unsteady.
He shouldn’t have let his guard down. It was pure lunacy to show one ounce of vulnerability around Billy when he was in this mood. Dom’s face met the couch cushions.
“This seems familiar,” he said. Billy dragged his trousers off, then bit at his ear.
“Ready?”
“In you go.”
Billy was a very sweaty man. He mewled and hissed and clawed at Dom’s skin. All and all, Dom thought, it was a little like having a mad cat on his back. Billy shifted his hips up and Dom pressed his forehead deep into the couch.
“Right there. Right fucking there please.”
“Like that?”
“Um-hmm.”
“Good, cuz you’re going to get it again. Soon as we’re done. I could fucking go all day.”
“I ought to make Lijah cry more often if this is what it does to you.”
That made Billy ride him hard and Dom smiled even though he thought his nose was bleeding again.
“Hurry, Bill. I’ll stain the couch.”
“Wha?” Billy said but he was too far gone to care. He came hard and sat dazed while Dom ran for the towel.
“Again?” he said when he saw Dom return with the towel to his face.
“No, not again. Still.”
“Bloody hell.”
“Exactly.”
“Come here.”
Dom went that time and Billy made sure he was truly well before starting in on him again.
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“Now that you know the power of the One Boyd.”
“I’ll bleed on you, Bill. I’m not above it.”
*loves*
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“I’ll bleed on you, Bill. I’m not above it.”
“I’ll piss on your head while you sleep.”
“I’m just not going to win today am I?”
“Look who you’re sparring with! It’s nothing to be ashamed of! Are you done bleeding all over the linens then?”
“Is there a time limit? I wish you’d told me. I would have bled faster.”
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“You’re fucking Scottish. No one can understand you. You could tell them their mothers are whores and they’d just smile and nod. You say anything with that sweet, little voice and people think you’re charming. And just for the record, this is bloody cruel.”
Oh clever give and take between these too is always fun. This was a fun fun read. Thank you!
“I’ll piss on your head while you sleep.”
Now thats a threat to make a person stop and think!
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“I’ll bleed on you, Bill. I’m not above it.”
“I’ll piss on your head while you sleep.”
Perfect.
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