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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R, I think.
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:::
A/N 2: As promised, here's the final installment. Enjoy. :)
Previous Chapters:> Beer | Wine | ...cooler | Tequila | Rum
Friday - Scotch
When a glass tumbler of amber liquid enters Billy’s line of vision, he accepts it gratefully with a slightly trembling hand, and then ever so cautiously allows his eyes to move up the slender frame of the person before him.
“Can I get you anything else?” Dom asks quietly, and when Billy shakes his head, he sinks down onto the couch next to him, long, elegant fingers wrapping around a tumbler of his own.
An awkward moment passes in silence, both men apparently waiting for the other to speak first. The walk home from the pub had been silent as well, after they’d finally untangled themselves from the lengthy kiss they’d shared and caught their breath. It was Billy who spoke first in the alley, and even then it was very brief.
“We need to talk.”
Now, twenty minutes later, they’re sitting in Dom’s living room with the lights on low, and Billy is staring at his scotch with great fascination.
“Well, uh-” Dom starts to say, only to lose his nerve and trail off.
Billy sniffs at his glass and arches an eyebrow. “Is this Macallan?”
“Single Malt,” Dom replies with a nod. “Twelve years old.”
“Expensive,” Billy says before taking a healthy sip and letting the liquid flow over his tongue. The fragrant aroma caresses his senses as he tastes the exquisite balance of sherry, caramel malt, delicate fruit and smoke.
“You said it was good, and I wanted to have something for you to drink that you liked,” Dom adds, ducking his head at the thought. “When you were here at my flat.”
“Thank you.”
“You said we needed to talk,” Dom continues setting his scotch down on the coffee table before drawing his knees up to his chest.
“I don’t know where-”
Dom clears his throat, and rescues Billy as he flounders for words. “Would you mind if I went first?”
Wordless, Billy nods his assent.
“Last night,” Dom begins, wrapping his arms around his bent legs. “What happened? How far did it go? Did we-”
“No!” Billy interjects quickly, looking over to meet Dom’s curious eyes for an instant. “It was just a kiss, I promise.”
“A kiss,” Dom repeats. “No sex.”
“You were drunk off your arse,” Billy says, taking another lingering sip before looking over at the younger man. “You couldn’t stand up on your own. I would never take advantage-”
“I believe you, Bills, and I trust you. I’m just trying to understand.”
Exhaling a nervous breath, Billy brings his glass to his lips and downs the remaining scotch, needing a moment to compose himself.
“I though you were straight,” Dom says aloud, the statement not directed at Billy specifically, but more for himself, as he tries to make sense of it all. “You’ve only talked about birds. In that way, I mean.”
“I know.”
“Was this a one time thing, or-”
“No,” Billy replies softly. “But it’s been a long time since-”
“Good,” Dom murmurs under his breath, not hiding his relief. “The idea of being an experiment didn’t feel too good.”
“A what? No. Never.”
“So will you tell me what happened last night?” Dom asks, gnawing on his lower lip. “All of it?”
Billy shifts in his seat, and settles again. “Where do you want me to start?”
“I remember being at Vig’s, having a margarita, and then Lij wanting to play a game,” Dom recalls, his brow furrowed in thought. “That’s about it.”
“We played truth or dare, like I said,” Billy begins. “It was fun. We’d both had a few by the time Lij came up with the body shots idea.”
“Who went first?”
“You did,” Billy continues. “On your knees when I was sitting on the couch. You licked my neck.”
“And then you did the same to me when it was your turn?” Dom prompts, wishing more than ever that he could remember even a few details from last night.
“Uh, not exactly.”
Dom watches as a blush rises up Billy’s neck and overtakes his cheeks.
“What do you mean?” Dom demands, more forcefully than he intends. “How?”
“You were laying on the coffee table, and I did the shot off your stomach,” Billy reveals, his face flaming. “Sucked the tequila out of your belly button.”
The revelation steals Dom’s breath, and he looks down at himself in wonder.
“Off my-”
“Vig called it a night after that. I think he figured things were about to get out of hand.”
“Is that when I-”
“No, it was later. We were alone.”
Billy starts to take a sip of his scotch, and only when the glass is at his lips does he realize that it’s empty. Before he can say a word, Dom picks up his glass from the coffee table and offers it to the Scotsman.
“Go ahead.”
“Ta,” Billy says gratefully after exchanging tumblers.
“So?” Dom prompts gently after Billy has swallowed. “We came back here, I’m guessing.”
“Aye. I pretty much carried you.”
“Sorry,” Dom says with a wince.
“Don’t worry about it. I got you home, and we both got into bed, because it was so late,” Billy continues. “I figured we’d sleep it off, but instead, we ended up playing truth or dare again.”
“More tequila?” Dom’s mouth drops open in shock.
“No, we stuck to truth this time,” Billy explains. “We were just lying there, talking, and then you kissed me.”
“Bloody hell,” Dom groans, hiding his face in his hands.
“And I kissed you back,” Billy adds softly.
“And then?” Dom whispers as he looks up, his eyes wide and breath uneven.
“Then you passed out, right in the middle of it.” Billy is smiling ruefully when he looks over to meet Dom’s gaze, his heart pounding against the wall of his chest. “That’s it. That’s all that happened.”
“That’s it,” Dom repeats. “Then why did you give me the silent treatment all day? I thought I’d insulted Maggie or something, the way you were acting.”
“I was going to talk to you about it this morning, the kiss, I mean, and then you walked into the kitchen and said you didn’t remember,” Billy says weakly. “I figured it would be best to just forget about it. Pretend it never happened.”
“And the ignoring me?”
“Forgetting was more difficult than I anticipated,” Billy admits quietly, looking down at his tumbler of scotch. “Every time I looked at you, it was all I could think about. What we did, how it felt, and what could’ve happened.” When Dom tucks his sock clad toes under the edge of Billy’s thigh, he can’t help but smile. “You got under my skin.”
“What was the question?” Dom asks. “What deep dark secret of mine did I tell you?”
Billy chuckles. “That tequila makes you horny.”
“How did-”
“You started to get hard when I did the shot off your stomach,” Billy explains, almost reluctantly. “But I don’t think anybody else noticed.”
“Bloody hell,” Dom curses softly. “That’s it for me and tequila.”
Another quiet moment passes as Dom absorbs Billy’s confession, and he watches as Billy swallows another mouthful of scotch.
“You kissed me tonight,” he says, his long fingers fidgeting. “I’m guessing this means that you might fancy me a little.”
“And that’s what we need to talk about,” Billy replies miserably. “What we’re going to do now.”
“You’re my best mate, Bills,” Dom says quietly, his head tipping to one side, wishing that the older man would look at him.
“Exactly,” Billy says, nodding thoughtfully. “I don’t want to jeopardize that.”
“Would you want to be more than mates?”
Finally, Billy looks over at Dom, his expression inscrutable. “It’s not that simple,” he states.
“If the answer is no, then we just move on, but-”
“Would you?” Billy interrupts to ask. “Want to, I mean.”
Shyly ducking his head for a moment, Dom is smiling when he looks up again and replies, “After the kiss outside the pub tonight, you’ve definitely made me curious.”
“Is curiosity enough?” Billy wonders aloud, sighing heavily and then bringing the glass of scotch to his lips once again, starting to feel the buzz from the alcohol. “What if it doesn’t work out? Would we still be best mates? I don’t want to lose that.”
The distress in the Scotsman’s voice makes Dom’s heart skip a beat, and he reaches out to lay a hand on his shoulder. “Bills-”
“We’ve got a lot of filming left to do, too,” Billy adds. “If-”
“What if we made a deal with each other,” Dom interjects. “That no matter what happened, we’d always be mates.”
“What if it’s a mistake?” Billy whispers. “I’ve never known anybody like you, Dom. I don’t want to fuck up what is probably the most important relationship I’ve got right now, aside from my sister.”
Groaning in frustration, Billy swallows the last of the scotch in his glass before letting his head fall back against the couch. He rubs a hand over his face, wishing the right answer would just come to him, so he’d know what they should do. So caught up in his thoughts, he’s unprepared when Dom shifts his weight off the couch and straddles the older man, a knee on each side of his hips, holding him firmly. Billy’s eyes fly open with surprise, and then he’s caught in Dom’s smoldering gaze, long fingers sliding over his shoulders and down his arms in a teasing caress.
“What do you want to do?” Dom whispers hoarsely, sinking down ever so slightly into Billy’s lap so their bodies touch. “Stop thinking about all the ways it can go wrong, Bills. What does your heart want?”
“But Dommie-”
“Do you want me?” Dom asks, rocking his hips forward and grinning when he feels Billy’s growing erection. “I know part of you does.”
“Of course I want you, you sexy bastard. I’ve been thinking about it all bloody day,” Billy moans in reply, surprised that he’s made such a bold confession. He then realizes that he’s had a fair bit of scotch since arriving at Dom’s, on top of what he’d had at the pub, trying to drown the persistent lustful thoughts of Dom in his mind. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to seduce you, now that you’ve had a wee bit of scotch to relax you,” Dom retorts cheekily. “Some aqua vitae to make you, shall we say, receptive to the possibility of us.”
“Bastard,” Billy repeats on a breathless groan. “You did this on purpose.”
“Absolutely.” Dipping his head, Dom brushes a feathery kiss over Billy’s erratic pulse, causing him to buck up hard, and bringing their erections together as he moans.
“Christ, Dommie-”
“All day you’ve been worrying about what that kiss was going to do to our friendship, and you never once considered what I might want,” Dom adds in a low, husky voice, his lips following the curve of Billy’s ear. “That I might fancy you, and want to be more than your best mate.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Billy grounds out, rolling his head to one side to give Dom more room to work.
“I told you. I thought you were straight,” Dom almost purrs in reply, giving Billy’s neck a teasing lick. “That was before you pinned me against the wall with that sexy as fuck mouth. The way you kissed me, I would’ve done anything, gone anywhere with you. Lucky for me, you wanted to come here. Somewhere private.”
“Nggh,” Billy moans when Dom’s talented tongue dips into the hollow of his throat, fingertips rubbing his sensitive nipples through his shirt. “Oh fuck-”
“Bills?” Dom says quietly, his warm breath sliding over Billy’s cheek. “How much have you had tonight? I don’t know what you had at the pub before I got there.”
“Not too much to regret doing this,” Billy announces, and then yanks the younger man closer, a small hand gripping Dom’s dark blonde hair as their mouths fuse together.
Mewling with pleasure, Dom all but falls into the kiss, opening his mouth to welcome Billy’s tongue as Billy’s free hand grips his left hip and holds him firmly. Hot, wet kisses are exchanged while bodies writhe together and hips rock wantonly, and Billy’s forest green shirt is all but ripped open to expose the furry chest beneath. Panting for breath against swollen lips as they shamelessly grope one another, Billy grabs hold of Dom’s t-shirt with both hands so he can pull it over his head, and then bare skin is pressed together.
One second, Dom is leaning back in Billy’s arms, bow-shaped lips moving down his smooth chest, and the next he’s lying flat on his back on the couch, Billy settling between his splayed thighs. Billy pauses just long enough to take in the vision of Dom, flushed, aroused and half naked, spread out like a smorgasbord, and then he smiles, watching as Dom licks his lips.
“You taste like scotch,” Dom whispers, his eyes dark with passion and chest rising and falling in unsteady breaths.
“So do you,” Billy replies as he braces his weight on couch on either side of Dom’s slender torso and leans down to bring their mouths back together.
Deciding he wants to turn the tables a wee bit, Billy trails kisses across Dom’s scruffy cheek and down his neck, groaning when a long leg wraps around his hip and pulls their bodies together firmly.
“Fuck,” Dom pants, arching up into the older man’s firm body and clutching at his bare back. “We should’ve done this a long time ago.”
Just as the words are uttered, Billy’s pointy tongue makes contact with a pert, rosy nipple, and Dom loses the ability to speak, only to be surprised when Billy pulls back a few inches.
“Bills?”
“Best mates, no matter what,” Billy says, the words soft, but their importance coming across loud and clear.
At the earnest look in Billy’s deep green eyes, Dom nods, and slides a hand up to Billy’s shoulder, where he squeezes gently.
“No matter what,” he vows.
Lips and tongue eagerly resume their exploration of Dom’s chest, and it’s only after both nipples have been sucked into taut peaks that Billy allows himself to be tugged higher, so their mouths can meet again.
“Mmm, Dommie-” Billy protests weakly, aching to suck on the pouty curve of the younger man’s lower lip. “I wasn’t done down there.”
“We’ll have plenty of time later,” Dom fires back breathlessly. “Right now, I want this.”
When long fingers cup the erection tenting Billy’s trousers, he growls with need and begins to rock his hips forward, eager for more of Dom’s touch. While Dom nips at Billy’s throat, he fumbles to open the button and fly of the article of clothing preventing a more intimate touch with his free hand, and when Dom realizes that Billy’s nimble fingers have moved to the front of his blue jeans, he mewls in anticipation.
“You keep making sounds like that and I’m going to cream my pants,” Billy grounds out, giving the denim a firm tug, gasping when his hand is suddenly filled with his best mate’s swollen arousal.
A ragged cry tears from Dom’s throat at the sensation of Billy’s fingers wrapping around his hard length, and almost savagely, he shoves down the cotton barrier of Billy’s boxers, allowing his proud erection to spring free of its confines. Finesse is lost in the heat of passion, and they rut together wildly, fingers wrapping around their heated flesh as Billy thrusts, long, hard and deep. Wanting to touch more, Dom shoves his other hand down the back of Billy’s trousers and squeezes a rounded cheek in time to his thrusts, frantically urging him on. Intermingling moans of pleasure fill the quiet, writhing bodies seeking to be as close as possible, craving one another’s touch beyond words or reason.
Billy shifts his position slightly, then his thumb is swirling over the sensitive head of Dom’s leaking erection in fast, dizzying circles, and it’s more than enough to push the younger man over the edge, into the bliss of orgasm. At the erotic sight of Dom climaxing with a violent shudder beneath him, Billy thrusts one last time into Dom’s tight fist and lets himself go, fluid slicking their heaving bellies. Utterly spent, they collapse together, hot breath sliding across sweat-dampened skin, and hearts slowly beginning to return to normal.
“Fuck me,” Dom murmurs reverently when he can speak, licking his lips and a lazy smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
“Nggh,” Billy croaks in reply, and then tucks his nose into the side of Dom’s neck and sighs.
“Bills?”
“Mmm?”
“Are you okay?”
After a long, quiet moment, Billy shifts his weight onto his elbows in order to meet Dom’s sated eyes, and when he finds himself at a loss for words, he dips his head to brush a feathery kiss across Dom’s rosy lips. When he pulls back, Dom is smiling, and the shadow of doubt that had started to creep in has disappeared.
“Stay here, with me?” Dom asks softly from beneath lowered lashes, almost shy.
“And finally I discover the way to ensure that you don’t try to kick me out at the end of the night,” Billy teases in reply. “After we’ve shagged like rabbits, for the first time.”
“We did, didn’t we?” Dom muses aloud, looking down at their entwined bodies.
“Rather well, in my opinion,” Billy adds huskily. “We didn’t even get our clothes off.”
Dom chuckles as he nods in agreement, and then reaches over to the coffee table to grab his t-shirt.
“You’d better not be thinking about putting that back on,” Billy warns.
“Sticky,” is Dom’s reply as he gestures at their bellies.
Then they’re shifting onto their sides, drawing apart just enough so Dom can wipe away their combined release, and Billy’s arm splays protectively across Dom’s back so he doesn’t tumble off the couch.
“That’s better,” Billy declares once the cotton has been tossed to the floor and Dom has settled into the cushions, specifically, curling in close to him. “Comfortable?”
“Shut it,” Dom retorts, tucking his head under Billy’s chin. “You know I’m an affectionate bloke.”
“Hobbit,” Billy murmurs teasingly, and then kisses Dom’s mussed hair.
“Hey Bills?”
“Aye?”
“My bed is a lot bigger,” Dom points out. “And softer than this couch.”
“Very true.”
“Let’s go to bed. It’s late,” Dom adds with a yawn as he sits up, wincing when he looks over at the clock on the wall.
“We’ve got Feet in the morning,” Billy muses, and then rises to a standing position before hitching up his trousers over his hips. They leave the living room, Dom switching off the lights as they go, walking so close together that their shoulders touch.
Once in Dom’s bedroom, both make quick work of the remains of their clothing, Billy smiling when Dom opens a drawer, pulls out a clean t-shirt and tosses it to him.
“I know that’s how you like to sleep,” Dom offers, fighting back a blush.
“Ta.”
Billy crawls under the coverlet while Dom sets the alarm before he switches off the lamp, throwing the room into shadows and moonlight. At first, Dom starts to settle on his pillow, but Billy quickly rolls over and draws him close, their faces only inches apart.
“Sleepy?” Dom asks quietly.
“A wee bit. You?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to close my eyes,” Dom confesses, rubbing his cheek against the pillow they now share and starting at Billy’s hand in the soft, blue light. “I like having you here.”
“That’s good, because I like being here.”
Abruptly, Dom pulls back just far enough so their eyes meet, his brow furrowing. “When was the last time you slept at your flat?”
Billy arches an eyebrow. “Uh-”
“Saturday?” Dom says aloud, wondering if he’s correct, and realizing for the first time that he and Billy have been sharing his bed or his flat for nearly a week.
“No, it was Friday,” Billy corrects. “We went surfing on Sunday, so I crashed here Saturday night since we were driving to the beach together.”
Dom gnaws on his lower lip for a few seconds, and when he looks up again, he’s surprised to find Billy smiling rather secretively.
“What?”
“That was the question you asked me last night,” Billy explains with a chuckle. “When we played truth or dare.”
“I did?”
“Aye,” the older man confirms. “You asked if I noticed that I kept ending up in your bed.”
“Oh.”
“I think I’ll go back to my flat tomorrow night,” Billy decides.
Fighting back the sharp intake of breath that his lungs are suddenly craving, Dom swallows hard. “Okay, sure.”
“As long as you don’t mind sleeping there,” Billy adds softly, watching as Dom’s expressive eyes light up.
“Yeah?”
“I thought you might want to help me christen my couch, so it’s not jealous of yours,” Billy adds mildly, only to break out in a smile a second later when Dom chuckles.
Lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss, and then Dom rolls over and shifts back until they’re spooned up together, Billy’s arm curling around his waist, gently possessive.
“Is that a yes?” Billy prompts, rubbing his nose against the nape of the younger man’s neck.
Dom laughs again before replying, “I’ll bring the scotch.”
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
fin
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R, I think.
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:::A/N 2: As promised, here's the final installment. Enjoy. :)
Previous Chapters:> Beer | Wine | ...cooler | Tequila | Rum
Friday - Scotch
When a glass tumbler of amber liquid enters Billy’s line of vision, he accepts it gratefully with a slightly trembling hand, and then ever so cautiously allows his eyes to move up the slender frame of the person before him.
“Can I get you anything else?” Dom asks quietly, and when Billy shakes his head, he sinks down onto the couch next to him, long, elegant fingers wrapping around a tumbler of his own.
An awkward moment passes in silence, both men apparently waiting for the other to speak first. The walk home from the pub had been silent as well, after they’d finally untangled themselves from the lengthy kiss they’d shared and caught their breath. It was Billy who spoke first in the alley, and even then it was very brief.
“We need to talk.”
Now, twenty minutes later, they’re sitting in Dom’s living room with the lights on low, and Billy is staring at his scotch with great fascination.
“Well, uh-” Dom starts to say, only to lose his nerve and trail off.
Billy sniffs at his glass and arches an eyebrow. “Is this Macallan?”
“Single Malt,” Dom replies with a nod. “Twelve years old.”
“Expensive,” Billy says before taking a healthy sip and letting the liquid flow over his tongue. The fragrant aroma caresses his senses as he tastes the exquisite balance of sherry, caramel malt, delicate fruit and smoke.
“You said it was good, and I wanted to have something for you to drink that you liked,” Dom adds, ducking his head at the thought. “When you were here at my flat.”
“Thank you.”
“You said we needed to talk,” Dom continues setting his scotch down on the coffee table before drawing his knees up to his chest.
“I don’t know where-”
Dom clears his throat, and rescues Billy as he flounders for words. “Would you mind if I went first?”
Wordless, Billy nods his assent.
“Last night,” Dom begins, wrapping his arms around his bent legs. “What happened? How far did it go? Did we-”
“No!” Billy interjects quickly, looking over to meet Dom’s curious eyes for an instant. “It was just a kiss, I promise.”
“A kiss,” Dom repeats. “No sex.”
“You were drunk off your arse,” Billy says, taking another lingering sip before looking over at the younger man. “You couldn’t stand up on your own. I would never take advantage-”
“I believe you, Bills, and I trust you. I’m just trying to understand.”
Exhaling a nervous breath, Billy brings his glass to his lips and downs the remaining scotch, needing a moment to compose himself.
“I though you were straight,” Dom says aloud, the statement not directed at Billy specifically, but more for himself, as he tries to make sense of it all. “You’ve only talked about birds. In that way, I mean.”
“I know.”
“Was this a one time thing, or-”
“No,” Billy replies softly. “But it’s been a long time since-”
“Good,” Dom murmurs under his breath, not hiding his relief. “The idea of being an experiment didn’t feel too good.”
“A what? No. Never.”
“So will you tell me what happened last night?” Dom asks, gnawing on his lower lip. “All of it?”
Billy shifts in his seat, and settles again. “Where do you want me to start?”
“I remember being at Vig’s, having a margarita, and then Lij wanting to play a game,” Dom recalls, his brow furrowed in thought. “That’s about it.”
“We played truth or dare, like I said,” Billy begins. “It was fun. We’d both had a few by the time Lij came up with the body shots idea.”
“Who went first?”
“You did,” Billy continues. “On your knees when I was sitting on the couch. You licked my neck.”
“And then you did the same to me when it was your turn?” Dom prompts, wishing more than ever that he could remember even a few details from last night.
“Uh, not exactly.”
Dom watches as a blush rises up Billy’s neck and overtakes his cheeks.
“What do you mean?” Dom demands, more forcefully than he intends. “How?”
“You were laying on the coffee table, and I did the shot off your stomach,” Billy reveals, his face flaming. “Sucked the tequila out of your belly button.”
The revelation steals Dom’s breath, and he looks down at himself in wonder.
“Off my-”
“Vig called it a night after that. I think he figured things were about to get out of hand.”
“Is that when I-”
“No, it was later. We were alone.”
Billy starts to take a sip of his scotch, and only when the glass is at his lips does he realize that it’s empty. Before he can say a word, Dom picks up his glass from the coffee table and offers it to the Scotsman.
“Go ahead.”
“Ta,” Billy says gratefully after exchanging tumblers.
“So?” Dom prompts gently after Billy has swallowed. “We came back here, I’m guessing.”
“Aye. I pretty much carried you.”
“Sorry,” Dom says with a wince.
“Don’t worry about it. I got you home, and we both got into bed, because it was so late,” Billy continues. “I figured we’d sleep it off, but instead, we ended up playing truth or dare again.”
“More tequila?” Dom’s mouth drops open in shock.
“No, we stuck to truth this time,” Billy explains. “We were just lying there, talking, and then you kissed me.”
“Bloody hell,” Dom groans, hiding his face in his hands.
“And I kissed you back,” Billy adds softly.
“And then?” Dom whispers as he looks up, his eyes wide and breath uneven.
“Then you passed out, right in the middle of it.” Billy is smiling ruefully when he looks over to meet Dom’s gaze, his heart pounding against the wall of his chest. “That’s it. That’s all that happened.”
“That’s it,” Dom repeats. “Then why did you give me the silent treatment all day? I thought I’d insulted Maggie or something, the way you were acting.”
“I was going to talk to you about it this morning, the kiss, I mean, and then you walked into the kitchen and said you didn’t remember,” Billy says weakly. “I figured it would be best to just forget about it. Pretend it never happened.”
“And the ignoring me?”
“Forgetting was more difficult than I anticipated,” Billy admits quietly, looking down at his tumbler of scotch. “Every time I looked at you, it was all I could think about. What we did, how it felt, and what could’ve happened.” When Dom tucks his sock clad toes under the edge of Billy’s thigh, he can’t help but smile. “You got under my skin.”
“What was the question?” Dom asks. “What deep dark secret of mine did I tell you?”
Billy chuckles. “That tequila makes you horny.”
“How did-”
“You started to get hard when I did the shot off your stomach,” Billy explains, almost reluctantly. “But I don’t think anybody else noticed.”
“Bloody hell,” Dom curses softly. “That’s it for me and tequila.”
Another quiet moment passes as Dom absorbs Billy’s confession, and he watches as Billy swallows another mouthful of scotch.
“You kissed me tonight,” he says, his long fingers fidgeting. “I’m guessing this means that you might fancy me a little.”
“And that’s what we need to talk about,” Billy replies miserably. “What we’re going to do now.”
“You’re my best mate, Bills,” Dom says quietly, his head tipping to one side, wishing that the older man would look at him.
“Exactly,” Billy says, nodding thoughtfully. “I don’t want to jeopardize that.”
“Would you want to be more than mates?”
Finally, Billy looks over at Dom, his expression inscrutable. “It’s not that simple,” he states.
“If the answer is no, then we just move on, but-”
“Would you?” Billy interrupts to ask. “Want to, I mean.”
Shyly ducking his head for a moment, Dom is smiling when he looks up again and replies, “After the kiss outside the pub tonight, you’ve definitely made me curious.”
“Is curiosity enough?” Billy wonders aloud, sighing heavily and then bringing the glass of scotch to his lips once again, starting to feel the buzz from the alcohol. “What if it doesn’t work out? Would we still be best mates? I don’t want to lose that.”
The distress in the Scotsman’s voice makes Dom’s heart skip a beat, and he reaches out to lay a hand on his shoulder. “Bills-”
“We’ve got a lot of filming left to do, too,” Billy adds. “If-”
“What if we made a deal with each other,” Dom interjects. “That no matter what happened, we’d always be mates.”
“What if it’s a mistake?” Billy whispers. “I’ve never known anybody like you, Dom. I don’t want to fuck up what is probably the most important relationship I’ve got right now, aside from my sister.”
Groaning in frustration, Billy swallows the last of the scotch in his glass before letting his head fall back against the couch. He rubs a hand over his face, wishing the right answer would just come to him, so he’d know what they should do. So caught up in his thoughts, he’s unprepared when Dom shifts his weight off the couch and straddles the older man, a knee on each side of his hips, holding him firmly. Billy’s eyes fly open with surprise, and then he’s caught in Dom’s smoldering gaze, long fingers sliding over his shoulders and down his arms in a teasing caress.
“What do you want to do?” Dom whispers hoarsely, sinking down ever so slightly into Billy’s lap so their bodies touch. “Stop thinking about all the ways it can go wrong, Bills. What does your heart want?”
“But Dommie-”
“Do you want me?” Dom asks, rocking his hips forward and grinning when he feels Billy’s growing erection. “I know part of you does.”
“Of course I want you, you sexy bastard. I’ve been thinking about it all bloody day,” Billy moans in reply, surprised that he’s made such a bold confession. He then realizes that he’s had a fair bit of scotch since arriving at Dom’s, on top of what he’d had at the pub, trying to drown the persistent lustful thoughts of Dom in his mind. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to seduce you, now that you’ve had a wee bit of scotch to relax you,” Dom retorts cheekily. “Some aqua vitae to make you, shall we say, receptive to the possibility of us.”
“Bastard,” Billy repeats on a breathless groan. “You did this on purpose.”
“Absolutely.” Dipping his head, Dom brushes a feathery kiss over Billy’s erratic pulse, causing him to buck up hard, and bringing their erections together as he moans.
“Christ, Dommie-”
“All day you’ve been worrying about what that kiss was going to do to our friendship, and you never once considered what I might want,” Dom adds in a low, husky voice, his lips following the curve of Billy’s ear. “That I might fancy you, and want to be more than your best mate.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Billy grounds out, rolling his head to one side to give Dom more room to work.
“I told you. I thought you were straight,” Dom almost purrs in reply, giving Billy’s neck a teasing lick. “That was before you pinned me against the wall with that sexy as fuck mouth. The way you kissed me, I would’ve done anything, gone anywhere with you. Lucky for me, you wanted to come here. Somewhere private.”
“Nggh,” Billy moans when Dom’s talented tongue dips into the hollow of his throat, fingertips rubbing his sensitive nipples through his shirt. “Oh fuck-”
“Bills?” Dom says quietly, his warm breath sliding over Billy’s cheek. “How much have you had tonight? I don’t know what you had at the pub before I got there.”
“Not too much to regret doing this,” Billy announces, and then yanks the younger man closer, a small hand gripping Dom’s dark blonde hair as their mouths fuse together.
Mewling with pleasure, Dom all but falls into the kiss, opening his mouth to welcome Billy’s tongue as Billy’s free hand grips his left hip and holds him firmly. Hot, wet kisses are exchanged while bodies writhe together and hips rock wantonly, and Billy’s forest green shirt is all but ripped open to expose the furry chest beneath. Panting for breath against swollen lips as they shamelessly grope one another, Billy grabs hold of Dom’s t-shirt with both hands so he can pull it over his head, and then bare skin is pressed together.
One second, Dom is leaning back in Billy’s arms, bow-shaped lips moving down his smooth chest, and the next he’s lying flat on his back on the couch, Billy settling between his splayed thighs. Billy pauses just long enough to take in the vision of Dom, flushed, aroused and half naked, spread out like a smorgasbord, and then he smiles, watching as Dom licks his lips.
“You taste like scotch,” Dom whispers, his eyes dark with passion and chest rising and falling in unsteady breaths.
“So do you,” Billy replies as he braces his weight on couch on either side of Dom’s slender torso and leans down to bring their mouths back together.
Deciding he wants to turn the tables a wee bit, Billy trails kisses across Dom’s scruffy cheek and down his neck, groaning when a long leg wraps around his hip and pulls their bodies together firmly.
“Fuck,” Dom pants, arching up into the older man’s firm body and clutching at his bare back. “We should’ve done this a long time ago.”
Just as the words are uttered, Billy’s pointy tongue makes contact with a pert, rosy nipple, and Dom loses the ability to speak, only to be surprised when Billy pulls back a few inches.
“Bills?”
“Best mates, no matter what,” Billy says, the words soft, but their importance coming across loud and clear.
At the earnest look in Billy’s deep green eyes, Dom nods, and slides a hand up to Billy’s shoulder, where he squeezes gently.
“No matter what,” he vows.
Lips and tongue eagerly resume their exploration of Dom’s chest, and it’s only after both nipples have been sucked into taut peaks that Billy allows himself to be tugged higher, so their mouths can meet again.
“Mmm, Dommie-” Billy protests weakly, aching to suck on the pouty curve of the younger man’s lower lip. “I wasn’t done down there.”
“We’ll have plenty of time later,” Dom fires back breathlessly. “Right now, I want this.”
When long fingers cup the erection tenting Billy’s trousers, he growls with need and begins to rock his hips forward, eager for more of Dom’s touch. While Dom nips at Billy’s throat, he fumbles to open the button and fly of the article of clothing preventing a more intimate touch with his free hand, and when Dom realizes that Billy’s nimble fingers have moved to the front of his blue jeans, he mewls in anticipation.
“You keep making sounds like that and I’m going to cream my pants,” Billy grounds out, giving the denim a firm tug, gasping when his hand is suddenly filled with his best mate’s swollen arousal.
A ragged cry tears from Dom’s throat at the sensation of Billy’s fingers wrapping around his hard length, and almost savagely, he shoves down the cotton barrier of Billy’s boxers, allowing his proud erection to spring free of its confines. Finesse is lost in the heat of passion, and they rut together wildly, fingers wrapping around their heated flesh as Billy thrusts, long, hard and deep. Wanting to touch more, Dom shoves his other hand down the back of Billy’s trousers and squeezes a rounded cheek in time to his thrusts, frantically urging him on. Intermingling moans of pleasure fill the quiet, writhing bodies seeking to be as close as possible, craving one another’s touch beyond words or reason.
Billy shifts his position slightly, then his thumb is swirling over the sensitive head of Dom’s leaking erection in fast, dizzying circles, and it’s more than enough to push the younger man over the edge, into the bliss of orgasm. At the erotic sight of Dom climaxing with a violent shudder beneath him, Billy thrusts one last time into Dom’s tight fist and lets himself go, fluid slicking their heaving bellies. Utterly spent, they collapse together, hot breath sliding across sweat-dampened skin, and hearts slowly beginning to return to normal.
“Fuck me,” Dom murmurs reverently when he can speak, licking his lips and a lazy smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
“Nggh,” Billy croaks in reply, and then tucks his nose into the side of Dom’s neck and sighs.
“Bills?”
“Mmm?”
“Are you okay?”
After a long, quiet moment, Billy shifts his weight onto his elbows in order to meet Dom’s sated eyes, and when he finds himself at a loss for words, he dips his head to brush a feathery kiss across Dom’s rosy lips. When he pulls back, Dom is smiling, and the shadow of doubt that had started to creep in has disappeared.
“Stay here, with me?” Dom asks softly from beneath lowered lashes, almost shy.
“And finally I discover the way to ensure that you don’t try to kick me out at the end of the night,” Billy teases in reply. “After we’ve shagged like rabbits, for the first time.”
“We did, didn’t we?” Dom muses aloud, looking down at their entwined bodies.
“Rather well, in my opinion,” Billy adds huskily. “We didn’t even get our clothes off.”
Dom chuckles as he nods in agreement, and then reaches over to the coffee table to grab his t-shirt.
“You’d better not be thinking about putting that back on,” Billy warns.
“Sticky,” is Dom’s reply as he gestures at their bellies.
Then they’re shifting onto their sides, drawing apart just enough so Dom can wipe away their combined release, and Billy’s arm splays protectively across Dom’s back so he doesn’t tumble off the couch.
“That’s better,” Billy declares once the cotton has been tossed to the floor and Dom has settled into the cushions, specifically, curling in close to him. “Comfortable?”
“Shut it,” Dom retorts, tucking his head under Billy’s chin. “You know I’m an affectionate bloke.”
“Hobbit,” Billy murmurs teasingly, and then kisses Dom’s mussed hair.
“Hey Bills?”
“Aye?”
“My bed is a lot bigger,” Dom points out. “And softer than this couch.”
“Very true.”
“Let’s go to bed. It’s late,” Dom adds with a yawn as he sits up, wincing when he looks over at the clock on the wall.
“We’ve got Feet in the morning,” Billy muses, and then rises to a standing position before hitching up his trousers over his hips. They leave the living room, Dom switching off the lights as they go, walking so close together that their shoulders touch.
Once in Dom’s bedroom, both make quick work of the remains of their clothing, Billy smiling when Dom opens a drawer, pulls out a clean t-shirt and tosses it to him.
“I know that’s how you like to sleep,” Dom offers, fighting back a blush.
“Ta.”
Billy crawls under the coverlet while Dom sets the alarm before he switches off the lamp, throwing the room into shadows and moonlight. At first, Dom starts to settle on his pillow, but Billy quickly rolls over and draws him close, their faces only inches apart.
“Sleepy?” Dom asks quietly.
“A wee bit. You?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to close my eyes,” Dom confesses, rubbing his cheek against the pillow they now share and starting at Billy’s hand in the soft, blue light. “I like having you here.”
“That’s good, because I like being here.”
Abruptly, Dom pulls back just far enough so their eyes meet, his brow furrowing. “When was the last time you slept at your flat?”
Billy arches an eyebrow. “Uh-”
“Saturday?” Dom says aloud, wondering if he’s correct, and realizing for the first time that he and Billy have been sharing his bed or his flat for nearly a week.
“No, it was Friday,” Billy corrects. “We went surfing on Sunday, so I crashed here Saturday night since we were driving to the beach together.”
Dom gnaws on his lower lip for a few seconds, and when he looks up again, he’s surprised to find Billy smiling rather secretively.
“What?”
“That was the question you asked me last night,” Billy explains with a chuckle. “When we played truth or dare.”
“I did?”
“Aye,” the older man confirms. “You asked if I noticed that I kept ending up in your bed.”
“Oh.”
“I think I’ll go back to my flat tomorrow night,” Billy decides.
Fighting back the sharp intake of breath that his lungs are suddenly craving, Dom swallows hard. “Okay, sure.”
“As long as you don’t mind sleeping there,” Billy adds softly, watching as Dom’s expressive eyes light up.
“Yeah?”
“I thought you might want to help me christen my couch, so it’s not jealous of yours,” Billy adds mildly, only to break out in a smile a second later when Dom chuckles.
Lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss, and then Dom rolls over and shifts back until they’re spooned up together, Billy’s arm curling around his waist, gently possessive.
“Is that a yes?” Billy prompts, rubbing his nose against the nape of the younger man’s neck.
Dom laughs again before replying, “I’ll bring the scotch.”
fin
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Thanks honey for another awesome series!!
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Thank you very much. Glad you enjoyed. :)
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It's interesting to watch the transition from friends to lovers...though perhaps it's not so much a 'transition' as an 'expansion' - discovering new depths and possibilities in their relationship with one another. They both understand that things CAN go wrong, but dwelling on that issue can be counter-productive. Murphy's Law at work, as it were.
As always, this has been an enjoyable (though brief) ride. Can't wait to see what else you have planned! Good work, Dylan.
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I've been busy writing, have no fear. I'll be posting more in the near future. Check out my Master List (http://dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com/32406.html) if you want a sneak peek.
As always, thank you. I'm happy that you liked it.
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*grabs Dom plushie*
*squishes them together*
Thanks Dylan - you are so very good :D
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Hee! Thank you so much. I'm pleased that you enjoyed.
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Couldn't have enjoyed this more if I tried :)
♥
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Happy that you liked it. :) I had fun writing it.
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And I see whispers a couple comments down of something else soon? Would that be correct?
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Yes, I'm constantly writing. If you want a sneak peek at what I'm working on, check out my Master List (http://dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com/32406.html). I have a 'Coming Soon' section. :)
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Wish I had time to be constantly writing. School gets in the way....
Already read the Master List :) Read everything that on there, actually. And the Coming Soon section makes me happy. Very happy indeed :)
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I took that advice to heart. Some days I write 100 words. Other days, I write 1500 words or more. It all depends on the mood of my Muse and things clicking. But I keep trying. :)
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That was sooo touching and sexy that it had me glued to my screen! Every word of this series was perfect and the end, well of course its makes me want to read it again!and again! LOL!
You are one talented writer on the way you capture them perfectly everytime!
Thank you again for the great 'Monaboyd ride'! Though I think Billy and Dom enjoyed it way more than me! hahahaha (but close)
Can't wait either for a new series from you!
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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Heeee! That made me giggle. Thank you so much. I'm happy that you enjoyed it.
I should be posting again soon, so keep your eye on Monaboyd. :)
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thanks for sharing it
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This is my favourite of your stories. :D:D:D:D
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I'm rather fond of the series...
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i love you! <3
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Thanks so much. It was a fun series to write.