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Pairing: Dom/Billy,
Word Count: 727
Rating: I'm all suggestion me so its a nice PG-13.
Disclaimer: I don’t know these people, this is all the product of an overactive imagination and far too much spare time oh and the internet of course. I really enjoy making these things up but what these fine young men get up to in their spare time has nothing to do with me!
Notes: One of my Untitled ones. Don't worry if you're missing a load of them I've only put certain ones up online. Feedback would of course be a lovely thing

A really filthy act is so hard to come by these days.

No one takes risks anymore or at least that’s what Dom had thought that morning on his way out of the house. Billy, somewhere between sleep and first coffee had shrugged off Dom’s good morning kiss in favour of (accidentally of course) elbowing Dom in the face. Undeterred by this seeming lack of enthusiasm (and a slight bash to the head) Dom had tried to entice an irritated Billy into a wake-me-up shower (with complimentary extras). But apparently the morning shower is no place for anything except washing and you know, maybe a bit of a sing song.

Whining apparently didn’t help. Whining is not filthy; it’s not even a tiny bit sexy. It’s just loud and as Billy remarks angrily incredibly annoying. In fact the only thing whining gets Dom is pushed out of the bedroom door.

 
Sleeping is evidently the only cure to whining.

 
Unlocking the car door Dom threw the warm, sunny day a disgruntled look.

 
Daylight.
 

There was no filth to be found in the daylight.
 

That was the unwritten rule between them; played all nice while the sun was up, stolen kisses, a linked hand here or there, an arm casually thrown over each others shoulder. Careful, considered and always, always, wary because you never knew who might be watching.
 

So it came as some surprise that as he pulled back into the driveway later that day Dom was met by a quite different Billy altogether.
 

Careless, urgent, desperate even Billy had grabbed him somewhere between the car park and the front door hand knotted into his hair and a smattering of rough kisses, forcing him back against a wall a little harder than he might normally have done. ‘Something you wanted Bills?’ Dom had whispered teasingly hissing as Billy softly bit down at the nape of his neck. It was with a feeling of shock that Dom was thrown off balance as Billy traded places with him, his back hard against the cold brick wall. At the way he found himself pushed down on his knees Billy’s hand knotted into his hair forcing him down, down, down. In the middle of the day, in the side entrance to a house. At the growl Billy made when Dom dragged the zipper down along with him. At the look of complete surprise on both of their faces when the neighbour two doors down pulls into their driveway with little Cindy and Veronica all tuckered out after a hard day’s play at nursery.

 

It was like that all  he way, heat, sweat poured off them as both backed up into the house, Billy fumbling with the key trying to jam it the wrong way into the key hole twice before with an exasperated groan Dom broke off the kiss and wrenched the key out of his hand twisting it round while Bill moved on to the slightly easier challenge of Dom’s belt.

 
Backwards down the hallway and Billy’s t-shirt was discarded on the floor Dom’s hand brushing his chest and neck and still biting down on Dom’s lower lip. One hand held the wrist firmly against the wall again surprisingly harder than maybe either of them expected. ‘That hurt yeah?’ Billy murmured apologetically as he cautiously traced a finger across Dom’s wrist.

‘Its fine’ he replied trying not to wince as Billy pressed down a little harder in his examination of the darkening bruise. ‘Seriously’ he snapped pulling his arm away. ‘It’s fine Bill.’   

‘It looks really sore.’

 
‘For God’s sake…’

 
‘I didn’t mean to-‘ Billy replied evidently a little worried.

 
Dom took a moments breath and looked back at Billy in what he hoped was a reassuring way. ‘Bill. Billy. Bills. Look, no look its fine. It hurt a bit but its fine. Can we carry on with this?

 
‘I didn’t mean to be that…’ horrified look still painted across his face.

 
‘Bill.’ Dom pushed him against the wall head somewhere nearer to his chest. ‘You could do anything, and I mean anything and I’d still let you- I’d still want you to do it.’

 

‘Is… is that what you want?’ he asked quietly.

‘Is that what you wanted to do?’

 ‘No!’ Billy replied sharply pushing Dom further away from him. ‘I mean, unless if you wanted I don’t know.’

‘Bill?’