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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, maybe.
Summary: An exploration of friendship though various types of alcohol.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks tosurreality_fan for stepping in to be my temp-beta.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: A huge thanks tosurreality_fan for letting me borrow her theory, and for brainstorming with me. :::squishes you:::
Previous Chapters: Beer | Wine | ...cooler
Wednesday - Tequila
“Are you sure about this?” Billy asks, arching a speculative eyebrow at Dom as they pause on the doorstep outside of Viggo’s flat. “You don’t have to-”
“I want to,” Dom interrupts to say. “I feel fine. I promise.”
“Okay, but if you want to leave early. . .”
“I’ll tell you,” Dom promises with a laugh. “Can we go in now?”
Before Billy can reply, the door is opened with a flourish, Viggo urging them inside, and they are immediately presented with the alcohol they’ll be enjoying this evening. Elijah and Orlando are hanging out in the kitchen, both with drinks in hand. While Elijah is trying a tequila and lemon lime seltzer, Orlando is more than halfway though a festively-colored margarita, and Bean is pouring out a row of shots as David eagerly looks on.
Dom feels Billy’s questioning eyes on him as they move into the room, and he nods ever so slightly before requesting a drink. He wasn’t lying to Billy earlier; he really does feel much better than he has all week. In fact, when he heard about the impromptu gathering at lunch, his first thought was that it would be fun to hang out together and indulge a wee bit. At the same time, Dom’s not planning on overdoing it. They’re all scheduled for filming in the morning, and he has no desire to fight through another day feeling like shite. He’s had enough of those. More than enough.
It soon becomes clear that not everyone is thinking about tomorrow, as the tequila continues to flow and members of the Fellowship grow increasingly inebriated. Only Billy seems to be nursing his drink, as Dom is, as he talks to Astin about having his family in New Zealand, ordering Orlando off the furniture when he starts to demonstrate his talent at table dancing, and glancing over at Dom at regular intervals. Dom is only half listening to Elijah, as he rambles on about a joke he heard and that they need to liven things up, until the American raises the volume of his voice in an effort to get their host’s attention.
“Vig!” he calls out. “Have you got any games?”
“Games?” he repeats. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. A deck of cards?”
“I think so,” Viggo replies, not hiding the curiosity in his eyes. “Why?”
“Maybe we could play poker,” Elijah suggests. “We could have special rules where the winner of the hand has to drink a shot or something.”
“I think we’ve all had plenty,” Viggo muses aloud. “Do we really need a reason to drink more tequila?”
“Strip poker!” Orlando blurts out and dissolves into laughter, sagging into Bean’s side and then trying to steal his drink.
“That could get dangerous,” Bean replies, holding his glass out of Orlando’s reach. “Loss of clothing generally leads to other things.”
“Like what?” Orlando asks with a grin, his amusement and interest clear.
“Well, there’s loss of money, in the hopes of keeping your clothes,” the older man tells him. “And in some case, it can lead to loss of one’s virginity.”
“I think it’s a little late to worry about Orli’s virginity,” Elijah chokes out, amused at his own joke. “About a decade too late.”
“Hey! I’m not that bloody old!”
“No strip poker,” Viggo informs them.
“Naked twister?" Elijah adds, barely able to contain his giggles. “We could-”
“No!” is the chorus of replies around the room.
“Oh fine.”
Hoping to avoid Elijah sulking, the Sean not tangled up with a clearly inebriated Orlando moves across the room and takes a seat next to him.
“Do you want to play a game, Seanie?” Elijah asks hopefully.
“Nothing that involves me taking my clothes off,” he replies sagely.
“What would you play?”
“Well, there’s always truth or dare,” Sean tells him. “It would give people the option of not drinking, because they’d just have to tell the truth.”
“Hey!” Elijah calls out. “Truth or dare?”
When nobody immediately objects, Elijah grins widely, and hoists a nearly full bottle of tequila.
“Who wants to go first?”
At first the questions aren’t too risqué, but not surprisingly, they escalate quickly, until everyone has downed several shots in quick succession. It’s not long after the questions get more personal that Dom finds himself in a situation that makes him wonder if going out tonight was the wisest decision. The alcohol in his system is smothering his inhibitions, and even though he planned to take it easy tonight, he knows he’s well on his way to being sloshed. That’s why he’s on his knees in front of Billy, swaying from side to side.
Of all the dares that he’d imagined, doing a shot of tequila off his best mate hadn’t ever crossed his mind. None of that matters now, as Billy’s reclined on the couch, his head tipped to one side, exposing his neck as he waits for Dom’s touch. It’s too late to back out now. Dom chose the dare after refusing to give explicit details of his first sexual encounter, and this is what he’s been instructed to do. Exhaling sharply, Dom leans over and dips his head, licking a wet path across Billy’s pulse point. Amid laughter and heckling, he salts it, and then laps at it again before bringing the shot of tequila to his lips and jerking his head back.
When Dom opens his eyes after swallowing, Billy is bringing a wedge of fruit to his mouth, and Dom can tell by the Scotsman’s eyes that he’s feeling the effects of their drinking as well.
“Who’s next?” Dom asks as he turns and awkwardly sits down between Billy’s feet, leaning against the older man’s denim clad leg as his head swims.
Although he tries to pay attention to the game, Dom finds his mind wandering and starts to get sleepy, thanks in no small part to Billy’s small fingers sliding through his hair, almost petting him. He’s so out of it that he doesn’t hear the question when it’s Billy’s turn, and is surprised when he’s urged to sit up. Confused and a wee bit dizzy, Dom doesn’t resist as he’s laid out flat on the coffee table and his t-shirt is pushed up to reveal his flat stomach.
“What are you doing?” he mumbles, summoning the effort to lift his head up, and watches as Billy presses between his splayed thighs. “Bills?”
A pointy tongue makes contact with Dom’s sensitive belly button, and he can’t even begin to control his body’s response to the touch, his back arching and a ragged cry pushing past his lips. Just as he had licked and salted Billy’s neck a few minutes before, it would seem that it’s now his turn for the body shot, the older man pouring the tequila into Dom’s navel and sucking it out while the rest of the group cheer him on. A throbbing ache in his groin informs him that more than his belly likes it, and Dom rolls onto his side in an effort to conceal his arousal as he’s helped to sit up again.
“I think we better call it a night,” Viggo announces, eliciting groans of dismay from several in the group. “It’s getting late, and some of you need to be up pretty early.”
With his head now spinning, Dom doesn’t say a word, but gives Billy a grateful smile when he’s slowly helped to his feet, a possessive arm wrapping firmly around his waist when he wobbles unsteadily.
“Ready to go?” Dom inquires, and tucks his face into the side of Billy’s neck before he gets an answer, too drunk to care.
“Let’s get you home, Dommie,” Billy replies, then presses his lips together to muffle the belch that rises up from his belly.
“Such a classy bloke you are, Bills,” Dom says with a chuckle, his breath warm as it flows across Billy’s throat. “Do you kiss the birds with that mouth?”
“Shut it, or I’ll leave you here to sleep on Vig’s floor,” Billy warns, but the tone of his voice makes it clear that it’s an empty threat.
“Bloody hell,” Dom curses softly. “Let’s go?”
“Aye.”
Arm in arm, the two men stumble out of Viggo’s flat, and begin the short journey home, Dom’s eyes falling closed as they walk, trusting Billy to lead the way. He looks up once when they turn the corner onto the street where he lives, and then sags into Billy’s strength once again, the tequila having massacred his equilibrium. The next time Dom opens his eyes, he’s being lowered to the mattress in his bedroom, and when Billy lets go of him, he flops back limply onto the coverlet.
“What time is it?” Dom asks, rolling his head in the direction of the clock, but is unable to make out the numbers from the awkward position he’s lying in.
“You don’t want to know,” Billy replies with dry laugh, falling onto the mattress beside Dom, causing them both to bounce on the bed springs. “Late.”
“Peter’s going to kill us,” Dom moans.
“Quite possibly.”
Together, they tug down the coverlet, and once they are covered up by the bed sheet, Dom wriggles out of his clothes, dropping them on the floor beside the bed. Billy strips down to his boxers and a t-shirt as Dom rolls over onto his side, yawns widely and shifts into a comfortable position.
“Truth or dare?” Dom asks quietly, the moonlight streaming though the window giving his bare shoulder a blue glow.
“Aw, feck,” Billy curses softly as he settles into the pillow. “Truth, because I can’t drink anymore.”
“Have you noticed that lately you keep ending up in my bed?”
“Aye,” Billy whispers in reply, his deep green eyes locked with Dom’s, but his expression inscrutable to the younger man in his inebriated state.
“Oh.”
Billy exhales slowly, rolls onto his side and tucks a hand under his scruffy cheek. “Dommie, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Did you get hard when I did that shot off your belly tonight?”
Dom squeaks and turns his head to hide his face in the pillow for a moment.
“Tequila makes me horny,” he confesses from beneath lowered lashes, his cheeks rosy with embarrassment.
“Then it’s a good thing we came home before you were overcome with erotic lustfulness or started saying ‘I love you’ to everyone,” Billy teases, reaching over and tousling Dom’s hair.
Dom growls and bats Billy’s hand away, and ends up accidentally rolling forward until their faces are mere inches apart.
“You’re my best mate, Bills,” Dom whispers.
“Mine, too,” Billy replies with a smile. “We should really-”
Billy’s words are cut off when Dom’s mouth covers his in a warm kiss, hand sliding under Billy’s t-shirt and around his torso, long fingers splaying across the older man’s bare back. So surprised by the contact, Billy responds automatically, sighing when Dom’s lips part and their tongues touch briefly, a lusty moan of enjoyment bubbling up in Dom’s throat. Lost to his desires as he arches into the curve of Billy’s body, Dom traces the bow of Billy’s upper lip with his tongue and then gasps when he feels small fingers slide over the nape of his neck to hold him close.
I’m kissing my best mate, Billy says to himself in astonishment, trying to process the words as he cups the fragile curve of Dom’s skull in one hand and they continue to share a lazy, sensuous exchange. Bloody hell, I’m kissing my very pissed, not to mention starkers, best mate.
It’s the sensation of Dom’s left leg insinuating itself between his thighs that pulls Billy from his thoughts, and only then does he realize that he’s caressing Dom’s back, fingertips sliding along his vertebrae, the younger man pliant in his embrace. Billy’s head spins at the knowledge of the line they’ve crossed, wondering what it means for their friendship, and then he’s startled discover that they’re no longer kissing, because Dom has suddenly gone limp.
When Billy realizes that the tequila has taken it’s toll, and Dom has finally passed out, his cherubic mouth quirks up into a smile. Dom’s drunk off his arse and his libido decided to indulge in some snogging while his inhibitions were significantly lowered. What’s a little kissing between friends after they’ve both had too much to drink? A soft snoring fills the quiet, and Billy shifts on the mattress until Dom is curled into his side, head tucked under his chin and a long arm slung across his waist.
“Bloody tequila,” Billy murmurs to himself and then lets his eyes close, surrendering to exhaustion.
It’ll be time for Feet before they know it.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Part 5-Rum
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, maybe.
Summary: An exploration of friendship though various types of alcohol.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to
surreality_fan for stepping in to be my temp-beta.Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: A huge thanks to
surreality_fan for letting me borrow her theory, and for brainstorming with me. :::squishes you:::Previous Chapters: Beer | Wine | ...cooler
Wednesday - Tequila
“Are you sure about this?” Billy asks, arching a speculative eyebrow at Dom as they pause on the doorstep outside of Viggo’s flat. “You don’t have to-”
“I want to,” Dom interrupts to say. “I feel fine. I promise.”
“Okay, but if you want to leave early. . .”
“I’ll tell you,” Dom promises with a laugh. “Can we go in now?”
Before Billy can reply, the door is opened with a flourish, Viggo urging them inside, and they are immediately presented with the alcohol they’ll be enjoying this evening. Elijah and Orlando are hanging out in the kitchen, both with drinks in hand. While Elijah is trying a tequila and lemon lime seltzer, Orlando is more than halfway though a festively-colored margarita, and Bean is pouring out a row of shots as David eagerly looks on.
Dom feels Billy’s questioning eyes on him as they move into the room, and he nods ever so slightly before requesting a drink. He wasn’t lying to Billy earlier; he really does feel much better than he has all week. In fact, when he heard about the impromptu gathering at lunch, his first thought was that it would be fun to hang out together and indulge a wee bit. At the same time, Dom’s not planning on overdoing it. They’re all scheduled for filming in the morning, and he has no desire to fight through another day feeling like shite. He’s had enough of those. More than enough.
It soon becomes clear that not everyone is thinking about tomorrow, as the tequila continues to flow and members of the Fellowship grow increasingly inebriated. Only Billy seems to be nursing his drink, as Dom is, as he talks to Astin about having his family in New Zealand, ordering Orlando off the furniture when he starts to demonstrate his talent at table dancing, and glancing over at Dom at regular intervals. Dom is only half listening to Elijah, as he rambles on about a joke he heard and that they need to liven things up, until the American raises the volume of his voice in an effort to get their host’s attention.
“Vig!” he calls out. “Have you got any games?”
“Games?” he repeats. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. A deck of cards?”
“I think so,” Viggo replies, not hiding the curiosity in his eyes. “Why?”
“Maybe we could play poker,” Elijah suggests. “We could have special rules where the winner of the hand has to drink a shot or something.”
“I think we’ve all had plenty,” Viggo muses aloud. “Do we really need a reason to drink more tequila?”
“Strip poker!” Orlando blurts out and dissolves into laughter, sagging into Bean’s side and then trying to steal his drink.
“That could get dangerous,” Bean replies, holding his glass out of Orlando’s reach. “Loss of clothing generally leads to other things.”
“Like what?” Orlando asks with a grin, his amusement and interest clear.
“Well, there’s loss of money, in the hopes of keeping your clothes,” the older man tells him. “And in some case, it can lead to loss of one’s virginity.”
“I think it’s a little late to worry about Orli’s virginity,” Elijah chokes out, amused at his own joke. “About a decade too late.”
“Hey! I’m not that bloody old!”
“No strip poker,” Viggo informs them.
“Naked twister?" Elijah adds, barely able to contain his giggles. “We could-”
“No!” is the chorus of replies around the room.
“Oh fine.”
Hoping to avoid Elijah sulking, the Sean not tangled up with a clearly inebriated Orlando moves across the room and takes a seat next to him.
“Do you want to play a game, Seanie?” Elijah asks hopefully.
“Nothing that involves me taking my clothes off,” he replies sagely.
“What would you play?”
“Well, there’s always truth or dare,” Sean tells him. “It would give people the option of not drinking, because they’d just have to tell the truth.”
“Hey!” Elijah calls out. “Truth or dare?”
When nobody immediately objects, Elijah grins widely, and hoists a nearly full bottle of tequila.
“Who wants to go first?”
At first the questions aren’t too risqué, but not surprisingly, they escalate quickly, until everyone has downed several shots in quick succession. It’s not long after the questions get more personal that Dom finds himself in a situation that makes him wonder if going out tonight was the wisest decision. The alcohol in his system is smothering his inhibitions, and even though he planned to take it easy tonight, he knows he’s well on his way to being sloshed. That’s why he’s on his knees in front of Billy, swaying from side to side.
Of all the dares that he’d imagined, doing a shot of tequila off his best mate hadn’t ever crossed his mind. None of that matters now, as Billy’s reclined on the couch, his head tipped to one side, exposing his neck as he waits for Dom’s touch. It’s too late to back out now. Dom chose the dare after refusing to give explicit details of his first sexual encounter, and this is what he’s been instructed to do. Exhaling sharply, Dom leans over and dips his head, licking a wet path across Billy’s pulse point. Amid laughter and heckling, he salts it, and then laps at it again before bringing the shot of tequila to his lips and jerking his head back.
When Dom opens his eyes after swallowing, Billy is bringing a wedge of fruit to his mouth, and Dom can tell by the Scotsman’s eyes that he’s feeling the effects of their drinking as well.
“Who’s next?” Dom asks as he turns and awkwardly sits down between Billy’s feet, leaning against the older man’s denim clad leg as his head swims.
Although he tries to pay attention to the game, Dom finds his mind wandering and starts to get sleepy, thanks in no small part to Billy’s small fingers sliding through his hair, almost petting him. He’s so out of it that he doesn’t hear the question when it’s Billy’s turn, and is surprised when he’s urged to sit up. Confused and a wee bit dizzy, Dom doesn’t resist as he’s laid out flat on the coffee table and his t-shirt is pushed up to reveal his flat stomach.
“What are you doing?” he mumbles, summoning the effort to lift his head up, and watches as Billy presses between his splayed thighs. “Bills?”
A pointy tongue makes contact with Dom’s sensitive belly button, and he can’t even begin to control his body’s response to the touch, his back arching and a ragged cry pushing past his lips. Just as he had licked and salted Billy’s neck a few minutes before, it would seem that it’s now his turn for the body shot, the older man pouring the tequila into Dom’s navel and sucking it out while the rest of the group cheer him on. A throbbing ache in his groin informs him that more than his belly likes it, and Dom rolls onto his side in an effort to conceal his arousal as he’s helped to sit up again.
“I think we better call it a night,” Viggo announces, eliciting groans of dismay from several in the group. “It’s getting late, and some of you need to be up pretty early.”
With his head now spinning, Dom doesn’t say a word, but gives Billy a grateful smile when he’s slowly helped to his feet, a possessive arm wrapping firmly around his waist when he wobbles unsteadily.
“Ready to go?” Dom inquires, and tucks his face into the side of Billy’s neck before he gets an answer, too drunk to care.
“Let’s get you home, Dommie,” Billy replies, then presses his lips together to muffle the belch that rises up from his belly.
“Such a classy bloke you are, Bills,” Dom says with a chuckle, his breath warm as it flows across Billy’s throat. “Do you kiss the birds with that mouth?”
“Shut it, or I’ll leave you here to sleep on Vig’s floor,” Billy warns, but the tone of his voice makes it clear that it’s an empty threat.
“Bloody hell,” Dom curses softly. “Let’s go?”
“Aye.”
Arm in arm, the two men stumble out of Viggo’s flat, and begin the short journey home, Dom’s eyes falling closed as they walk, trusting Billy to lead the way. He looks up once when they turn the corner onto the street where he lives, and then sags into Billy’s strength once again, the tequila having massacred his equilibrium. The next time Dom opens his eyes, he’s being lowered to the mattress in his bedroom, and when Billy lets go of him, he flops back limply onto the coverlet.
“What time is it?” Dom asks, rolling his head in the direction of the clock, but is unable to make out the numbers from the awkward position he’s lying in.
“You don’t want to know,” Billy replies with dry laugh, falling onto the mattress beside Dom, causing them both to bounce on the bed springs. “Late.”
“Peter’s going to kill us,” Dom moans.
“Quite possibly.”
Together, they tug down the coverlet, and once they are covered up by the bed sheet, Dom wriggles out of his clothes, dropping them on the floor beside the bed. Billy strips down to his boxers and a t-shirt as Dom rolls over onto his side, yawns widely and shifts into a comfortable position.
“Truth or dare?” Dom asks quietly, the moonlight streaming though the window giving his bare shoulder a blue glow.
“Aw, feck,” Billy curses softly as he settles into the pillow. “Truth, because I can’t drink anymore.”
“Have you noticed that lately you keep ending up in my bed?”
“Aye,” Billy whispers in reply, his deep green eyes locked with Dom’s, but his expression inscrutable to the younger man in his inebriated state.
“Oh.”
Billy exhales slowly, rolls onto his side and tucks a hand under his scruffy cheek. “Dommie, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Did you get hard when I did that shot off your belly tonight?”
Dom squeaks and turns his head to hide his face in the pillow for a moment.
“Tequila makes me horny,” he confesses from beneath lowered lashes, his cheeks rosy with embarrassment.
“Then it’s a good thing we came home before you were overcome with erotic lustfulness or started saying ‘I love you’ to everyone,” Billy teases, reaching over and tousling Dom’s hair.
Dom growls and bats Billy’s hand away, and ends up accidentally rolling forward until their faces are mere inches apart.
“You’re my best mate, Bills,” Dom whispers.
“Mine, too,” Billy replies with a smile. “We should really-”
Billy’s words are cut off when Dom’s mouth covers his in a warm kiss, hand sliding under Billy’s t-shirt and around his torso, long fingers splaying across the older man’s bare back. So surprised by the contact, Billy responds automatically, sighing when Dom’s lips part and their tongues touch briefly, a lusty moan of enjoyment bubbling up in Dom’s throat. Lost to his desires as he arches into the curve of Billy’s body, Dom traces the bow of Billy’s upper lip with his tongue and then gasps when he feels small fingers slide over the nape of his neck to hold him close.
I’m kissing my best mate, Billy says to himself in astonishment, trying to process the words as he cups the fragile curve of Dom’s skull in one hand and they continue to share a lazy, sensuous exchange. Bloody hell, I’m kissing my very pissed, not to mention starkers, best mate.
It’s the sensation of Dom’s left leg insinuating itself between his thighs that pulls Billy from his thoughts, and only then does he realize that he’s caressing Dom’s back, fingertips sliding along his vertebrae, the younger man pliant in his embrace. Billy’s head spins at the knowledge of the line they’ve crossed, wondering what it means for their friendship, and then he’s startled discover that they’re no longer kissing, because Dom has suddenly gone limp.
When Billy realizes that the tequila has taken it’s toll, and Dom has finally passed out, his cherubic mouth quirks up into a smile. Dom’s drunk off his arse and his libido decided to indulge in some snogging while his inhibitions were significantly lowered. What’s a little kissing between friends after they’ve both had too much to drink? A soft snoring fills the quiet, and Billy shifts on the mattress until Dom is curled into his side, head tucked under his chin and a long arm slung across his waist.
“Bloody tequila,” Billy murmurs to himself and then lets his eyes close, surrendering to exhaustion.
It’ll be time for Feet before they know it.
Part 5-Rum
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I have to admit, this is an interesting concept. Exploring a relationship using different types of alcohol - I wasn't sure at first how it would turn out. I must admit, I've been pleasantly surprised. Can't wait to see what happens on Friday.
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Glad you've been enjoying. Thank you.
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Happy that you're enjoying. :) Thanks.
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*hands you a shot* You deserve it~ "To Monaboyd~"
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Are you plying me with liquor in the hopes of getting more fic? Hee!
Thank you.
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hope dom'll have a good day ;)
really like the story :D
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Thank you. Happy that you're enjoying. :)
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If comments above weren't already offering you a drink I'd ply you with whiskey. ;-)
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All these drinks offers . . . I'm flattered. Thank you.