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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Oct. 19th, 2007 05:55 am)Title: In Praise of Boxer Briefs
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R, I think.
Summary: Pants come in a wide variety of styles, and the type one decides to wear is a personal and private matter. Until alcohol gets involved.
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. *sigh* Damn. This is my imagination as work.
A/N: Inspired by this article at Slate.com. Thank you, Seth. You made me laugh.
A/N 2: Thanks tosurreality_fan for hounding encouraging me to keep at it, and for being Ms. Technical Pain in the Ass. :) I'm away for the weekend, so I'm posting this before I run out the door. Enjoy!
After nearly three weeks of intense shooting, the Fellowship and crew is rewarded with a much needed break, and all rejoice when Peter makes the announcement in the Food Tent. Even though they wish it were more, it's two full days for them to relax and recharge their batteries, in whatever way they choose. Hours later, just as filming is wrapped, the skies open up, and the rain begins to fall, but even that doesn't dampen spirits. Tomorrow, they can sleep in.
Since it's still drizzling the next morning and is supposed to until late evening, the day of surfing that Billy and Dom had planned is abandoned, and instead they stretch out on the couch in front of the television. A stack of rented DVDs rests on the coffee table next to a half eaten pizza, and a growing number of empty beer bottles. It's a testament to the quality of the film they're watching when Dom finds his attention wandering, and instead of following the story line, what little there is of it, and takes note of the clothing on screen.
"I never understood the appeal of pants," he muses aloud, pursing his lips briefly and then scratching absently at the collar of his faded t-shirt. "Especially those," he adds, nodding at the pair of light colored Y-fronts the actor is wearing. "Why white? They're not going to stay that way for long."
"There are other colors," Billy replies mildly, and then takes another pull off his beer, all too content to sink even further into the couch cushions. "Besides, those aren't the only kind of pants you could wear."
"I think the last time I wore tighty-whiteys I still played with trucks in a sandbox."
"Last week, was it?" Billy teases, and recoils as the younger man swats at him.
"Fucker," Dom growls under his breath, only to break out into a grin a moment later. Both take a long pull off their beers, and Dom once again directs his attention at the television, only to frown. "Too tight."
"Aye," Billy is forced to agree. "They were, as I recall."
"I think I wore them because my Dad did," Dom theorizes, a fingernail now picking at the label of the beer in his hand. "My Mum bought them for me and my brother. I was glad when I got older and was allowed to shop on my own. They were the first thing to go."
"Me too," Billy says companionably, smiling gently at the memories of the past he thought were long gone "My Dad wore them. I remember seeing Mum folding them up when she did the laundry on Tuesdays."
"I don't remember where I read it, but apparently years ago, men switched to briefs to get away from their dads, because they wore boxers," Dom recalls. "Could be a generational thing, I suppose."
"Boxers would give your bits room to breathe," Billy surmises, his head tipped to one side as he ponders the possibilities. "And it would be different from your Dad."
"True, but just the idea of them makes me remember something that happened at a footie match when I was in sixth form," Dom replies ruefully. "A bloke on the visiting team was wearing them, as we all learned when we got an eyeful of his bollocks after he and the forward collided. He didn't even know until somebody said something."
"Bugger," Billy says with a cringe. "Wind tunnel effect."
"Yup," Dom agrees.
It's only after Dom shifts on the couch that a thought occurs to Billy, and he mulls it over a long moment, arching a speculative eyebrow.
"What?" Dom asks when he realizes that the older man is staring at him rather intently. "Have I got tomato sauce on my face?"
"It was you, wasn't it?" Billy inquires, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You were the bloke at the footie match."
"No!" Dom fires back, a wee bit too vehemently and quickly looks away, polishing off his beer and feigning interest in the lousy movie. Then, a slow, traitorous blush starts to spread across his cheeks.
Billy's shoulders shake with barely restrained laughter, and it's when he's biting down on his lower lip in an effort to compose himself that Dom pounces. Long fingers attack Billy's midsection, and he lets out a rather unmanly shriek at the assault on his very ticklish ribs. His almost empty beer bottle is knocked to the floor, and it's nearly a minute before Billy manages to grab hold of Dom's hands and pull them away from his body.
"Stop," he begs breathlessly. "Please?"
"Only if you promise not to tell anyone. Ever," Dom growls in reply, wiggling his fingers threateningly. "Or I'll tickle you in front of everyone and won't stop until you've pissed yourself."
"I promise," Billy vows solemnly. "Not a soul."
"Okay."
Shifting back, Dom stretches out on the couch again and glances over at the leftover pizza, debating if he wants another slice, or a beer. Or both.
"I'm going to heat up a slice in the microwave," he announces a few seconds later. "Want one?"
"Aye," Billy agrees. "I can get it. I want another beer."
"I'll heat up the pizza if you take care of the drinks," Dom suggests as he rolls to his feet.
"Sounds good."
Dom lifts his arms above his head and yawns as he stretches lithely, sighing with relief when several vertebrae slide into place, resulting in a crackling sound filling the air. Shuddering visibly, Billy makes a face and disappears into the kitchen, the younger man trailing behind him with the pizza box. They don't speak again until the microwave is humming, pizza making a slow circle on the turntable.
"I once heard about a bloke who flopped out at a rather inappropriate moment because he didn't like the pain in the arse button on his boxers," Dom says, continuing their earlier conversation without preamble. "Add that to the fact that they never stay where you bloody well put them, and you've got nothing but trouble."
"How long did you try wearing them?" Billy inquires with a raised eyebrow.
"Only for a couple of days," Dom replies. "After the footie match, I spent a full day going back and forth to the loo to straighten them, because they kept turning one way and then the other," he complains, gesturing with his hands in demonstration. "They left weird lines on my thighs from being under my denims, and all that bloody material kept crawling up the crack of my arse like it was searching for buried fucking treasure."
Billy valiantly attempts to stifle his laughter, unsuccessfully, resulting in Dom growling and swatting at him again, this time connecting with his shoulder.
"Ow," he cries out before rubbing the abused flesh. "So what did you do?"
"I got bloody well tired of it, so I tossed them in the rubbish bin at school," Dom replies. "Never bought a pair of pants again."
The ding of the microwave interrupts the moment, and with a slice of pizza and a cold beer in each hand, the two return to the living room. It seems to be raining harder now, the sky a bleak grey, water coming down in sheets. At this rate, they won't be going surfing tomorrow either.
"I considered trunks at one point," Billy offers after taking a bite of pizza and swallowing it down, thinking that perhaps it's his turn to share a personal detail or two, considering all that Dom has revealed. "Didn't last long, though. You had to pull down the waistband with your thumb in order to piss, and that-"
"Could get messy," Dom supplies as he looks down at himself as though visualizing. "Painful, too."
"Aye."
"There are advantages to going commando," Dom tells the older man, not embarrassed in the least since Billy is well aware of his preference. "You just have to be a wee bit careful when zipping up."
"Speaking of painful," Billy retorts with a wince. "Talk about potential for injury."
"The loo scene in 'There's Something About Mary,'" Dom adds with a thoughtful nod, followed by a shudder. "I had nightmares for over a week."
"Ever had it happen?" Billy inquires, his beer poised at his pursed lips, waiting for Dom's answer before he takes a sip.
"To me personally? No," Dom replies with a shake of his head, the relief evident in his tone. "A couple of close calls, though. I was in a hurry, but now I take my time and make sure."
Billy grins. "And the future generations of the Monaghan name are relieved to learn that your bits will remain safe and sound."
"Wanker," Dom shoots back, unable to prevent a smile from turning up the corners of his crooked mouth. "What about you?" he challenges, lifting his pizza to his mouth, wanting to eat before the mozzarella cheese gets cold.
"I keep my bits well out of harms way, thank you very much," Billy says primly, takes a long pull off his beer, swallows and the belches loudly.
"You're such a classy bloke, Bills," Dom says with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.
"Hey, I'm not the bugger who doesn't wear pants," Billy points out. "I'm also not the type to judge, and you know I'm dead fond of you, Dommie, but you know some would say that going commando is thoroughly unhygienic."
"At least I don't wear a fucking thong," Dom fires back. "I'll never understand why anyone would purposely give themselves a wedgie."
"I'm with you on that one," Billy agrees. "I'm not saying you should change. I just think that, perhaps, you should explore the possibilities out there."
"Uh, isn't that what we're doing right now?" Dom asks mildly before taking another bite of pizza.
Thinking for a moment, Billy slowly nods. "Aye, I guess we are, aren't we?"
"So here's the big question," Dom announces as he lays down his almost empty plate on the coffee table and turns to face the older man. "What are you wearing right now?"
"What?" Billy chokes out, shaking his head and laughing in disbelief. "You want to know what kind of pants I've got on?"
"Yeah," Dom replies with a decisive nod. "I do."
"Why?"
"Because we've been talking about it, you know what I'm wearing, and you want me to consider other options," Dom says matter-of-factly. "You're my best mate. I want to know what you think is comfortable, and deem worthy to protect the Boyd family jewels."
Unable to find a way to refute Dom's argument, Billy is forced to concede that he has a very valid point, and slowly nods. "Aye, okay."
"So, what are you wearing under there?" Dom prompts expectantly.
"Boxer briefs," Billy reveals, heat rushing to his cheeks. "In my opinion, they're the best of both worlds."
Curious, Dom arches an eyebrow and tips his head to one side. "Can I see?"
"What?" Billy squeaks, even more surprised at that question than the earlier one.
"You claim they're great," Dom points out. "I want to see for myself."
"Right now?"
"Well, you could model them for everyone in the Feet trailer or the Food Tent if you'd rather," Dom retorts dryly. "I thought you'd prefer somewhere more private."
"Well-"
"Why don't you start by telling me why you like them?" Dom suggests, taking a long pull off his beer before settling into a more comfortable position. "Why did you try them in the first place?"
"I went on holiday a couple of years ago, and my luggage got lost," Billy explains, relieved to have been given a reprieve from pulling his trousers down for inspection. "I needed clean clothes and I was curious, so I bought a pair. Simple as that."
"And?"
"Right away, they were comfortable," Billy says after taking a moment to think. "Supportive, but not restrictive, and they didn't twist or bunch under my trousers like my boxers. There was no crawling up into my arse or worries about ‘flopping out,’ as you so eloquently put it. The legs weren't too snug on my thighs, and I thought they looked good."
"Okay," Dom says with a decisive nod. "Let's see."
When Dom makes a grand sweeping motion with his free hand, Billy knows that he can't put it off any longer, and downs nearly half of his beer before reluctantly getting to his feet. The bottle is placed on the coffee table for safe keeping, and Billy takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
"Do you want me to put some music on?" Dom teases when Billy's small hands pause at his belt buckle. "To set the mood . . ."
"Shut it, or I'll change my mind," Billy warns, shooting the younger man a look.
"Sorry."
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Billy mutters under his breath, shaking his head as the trousers are opened and lowered to his knees.
To Billy's relief, Dom begins at the top his boxer briefs, raising Billy's shirt a wee bit to look at the waistband, fingertips sliding ever so lightly over the heather grey knit fabric covering his hip and down to the ribbed cuff at his thigh. Satisfied with the fit to Billy's posterior, next Dom turns his attention to the rest of Billy's boxer briefs, including the Y-front.
"I see what you mean about supportive," Dom says finally. "They keep things contained; make sure your bits stay exactly where you want them."
"Aye."
"Aesthetically, they're quite impressive," Dom adds, pursing his lips in thought, admiring the modesty the style provides. "They present your bits rather well. I can see why birds would like them."
"Dom!"
"What?" he retorts as he glances up to see that Billy's face has grown pink. "I'm just saying there seems to be some kind of a push-up effect. In a good way."
"Are you finished?" Billy inquires, quite exasperated now.
"What's the matter?" Dom asks, pulling back a wee bit and a frown creasing his brow. "I've seen you in boxers before, Bills."
"Aye, but we were both scantily clad, getting fitted in the costume trailer, and I wasn't having my bits scrutinized this intensely," Billy points out. "You're closer than my doctor was during my last checkup."
"Don't worry. I'm not going to ask you to bend over and cough," Dom replies cheekily.
"Bloody buggering fuck," Billy curses as he starts to turn away, only to be stopped by Dom's hand gripping his bicep.
"Billy-"
"You've seen enough, yeah?"
It dawns on Dom just how exposed Billy feels at the moment, and before he even takes a moment to think, the younger man rises to his feet. The next thing Billy knows, Dom's blue jeans are crumpled at his ankles, and he's getting an eyeful of his best mate's bits. Dom even holds his t-shirt up at his waist to ensure nothing is hidden from view.
"Dom!"
"Are you sure you don't want to take a closer look?" Dom asks mildly, twisting around to give Billy a view of his bare arse. "Shall I do a slow turn?"
As Dom hoped, the outrageous act causes Billy to laugh, and the tension that had been building just seconds before is all but shattered.
"You drive me mad," Billy tells him, his fond tone negating the harshness of the words.
"Quick trip these days, is it?"
Billy laughs again, and playfully swats at him. "Wanker."
"They look good on you, Bills," Dom says, serious now as he lets his t-shirt drop. "And as long as you're happy with them, it's all good, yeah?"
"Aye," Billy replies, smiling in agreement.
After tucking himself away and zipping up his denims, Dom drops back down onto the couch and frowns at the television. The movie they'd forgotten about is still playing, and as near as Dom can tell, the story line hasn't gotten any better. It takes Billy another minute to buckle his belt, and then he sinks down to sit beside Dom, closer than before, so that their shoulder's almost touch. The embarrassment Billy'd felt only minutes before is gone, because of Dom's crazy stunt. Exposing himself was the perfect thing for Dom to do, and served to put Billy at ease, which is exactly why he did it.
"You are utterly shameless, you know," Billy comments. "Not a modest bone in your body."
"So my Mum has told me on many occasions," Dom readily agrees, shooting Billy a crooked smile.
"Thank you."
It's as Billy leans over to give Dom a quick peck on the cheek that the younger man realizes how close they're sitting, how much they’re touching. He turns his head to ask a question, only to have the words be lost when their mouths meet in an unexpected kiss. Neither were prepared for such an intimate connection, and as a result, the contact lingers. It's Dom who starts to pull back first, suddenly shy at the thought of snogging his best mate, only to be surprised when Billy follows him, leaning in closer so that the kiss doesn't end just yet.
A gasp of surprise pushes past Dom's lips, and Billy seizes the opportunity, his fingers sliding around the nape of Dom's neck to keep him close after he chases Dom's mouth into a deeper kiss. A trembling hand comes to rest on the older man's shoulder, and at the silent encouragement, Billy draws Dom's pouty lower lip gently between his teeth, and licks back and forth against the soft flesh. Dom's arms shifts again, sliding lower to wind around Billy's torso, and he's rewarded with sensation of Billy's pointy tongue sliding between his teeth, and laving the top of his tongue.
Desperate for a moment to breathe and collect his now very scattered thoughts, Dom pulls back again, and this time, Billy does loosen his hold, but doesn't retreat. Uneven breath caresses Billy's cheek, and he waits, eyes locked on Dom's until he looks up to meet the Scotsman's smoldering gaze. What feels like an endless moment of silence passes, while they stare at one another, trying to make sense of what's just happened, and how it's changed their friendship.
A tentative smile is all Billy needs as an answer to the unasked question, and then mouths are impatiently coming together again, Dom reclining on the couch and pulling Billy down on top of him. Eager to explore, Billy settles between Dom's thighs, and begins trailing wet, nibbling kisses down Dom's slender neck as he drags the younger man's cotton t-shirt up to expose his chest. It's after his fingertips makes contact with a pert nipple and begin to caress it, Dom mewls with pleasure and grabs handfuls of Billy's shirt to drag him higher once again.
Amid lusty, ardent kisses, both shirts are peeled away, and Dom's throat is marked with a rosy bruise, where shoulder and neck meet. Hot, wet tongues thrust and parry hungrily, hands roaming endlessly over bared flesh, their now throbbing arousals pressed together through several layers of clothing, resulting in groans of frustration. Dom is writhing with pleasure, his back arched into Billy's touch as his nipples are sucked into rosy peaks, when he feels a small hand at the zipper of his denims.
Dom draws his fingers through Billy's mussed ginger hair in a tender caress, and the older man looks up to meet his gaze, only to be struck by the gentle sensuality he finds there. It never ceases to amaze Billy, the pieces that one wouldn't think fit, but somehow come together to make up Dom, and all his idiosyncrasies. Utterly daft and silly at times, and almost reserved and shy at others. Never has a word suited someone so well before, in Billy's opinion, than Dom and unique.
Keeping his eyes locked with Dom's, Billy slides his hand inside the loose fitting denims and curls his fingers around Dom's erection, watching the younger man thrash about in ecstasy, wantonly crying out Billy's name and clutching at his biceps. Billy captures Dom's swollen mouth in a deep, wet kiss and works open the zipper at the same time, wanting to peel away the layers that prevent their skin from touching. He's more than a wee bit distracted by the half naked man beneath him, and is unprepared when Dom bucks up hard when small fingers slide deftly over his sensitive tip.
Before Billy realizes what's happening, they're tumbling off the couch and onto the floor in a tangle of limbs and bare skin. Breath is expelled in a rush when Dom lands on top of him, and his hand is trapped between their aroused bodies.
"Sorry," Dom pants, his breath hot against Billy's neck.
"If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was say so," Billy teases as he shakes with laughter.
Chuckling as well, Dom braces his weight on his arms, preparing to move, only to gasp with surprise when Billy reaches down and gives his blue jeans a swift tug. The heavy material is pulled just below the sweet curve of Dom's arse, and before Dom can say a word, Billy's hands are cupping both cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze.
"Where were we?" he whispers against Dom's parted lips, his eyes smoldering with passion.
A lazy, sensual smile turns up the corners of Dom's mouth as he slides a hand between their bodies and his fingers close around Billy's belt buckle.
"Right about here," he replies hotly, and then captures Billy's waiting lips in a hungry kiss.
Finesse gives way to uncontrollable lust, and while Dom manages to get Billy's trousers unbuckled and open to reveal the boxer briefs beneath, the other man uses his hands and a foot to pull Dom's denims down past his knees. All too happy to be freed of the material, Dom shifts up onto his knees to give some space between their bellies for him to work, and within moments, only a thin layer of grey cotton is separating them.
Billy drags Dom down so their lips meet, and smiles at the whimper that bubbles up in Dom's throat, looking forward to learning all the sounds Dom makes when he's aroused and lost in pleasure. He wants to know all the ways Dom loves to be touched, and being a tactile bloke, he's sure to have a favorite spot or two. When Dom sighs breathlessly as a small hand slides over the curve of his arse, Billy takes that as a sign of encouragement, and decides to explore further, while keeping Dom's mouth busy.
Growing increasingly aroused, thanks to Billy's roaming hands and sinfully incredible mouth, Dom shamelessly tucks his knees in close to Billy's hips and rocks forward, rubbing his now leaking erection against the knit material that is tormenting him. More than ever, he wants to have Billy's bare skin against his, to feel their bodies pressed together, with no barrier between. Dom toys with the waistband of Billy's boxer briefs, starts to draw them over Billy's hip, and then he can't breathe.
Small fingers have continued their exploration of Dom's arse, and one fingertip has proven to be particularly eager. One moment, Billy's petting the rounded curve and massaging the muscle, and the next, his index finger is pressed firmly against Dom's puckered entrance.
So unprepared for the intimate contact, Dom's control explodes, and he tears his mouth away from Billy's with a ragged cry and sobs out a powerful climax, fluid spurting out to slick their bellies. Billy's boxer briefs are forgotten as orgasm burns though Dom's veins, his strength gone, and when he finally comes back to himself, he discovers that he's collapsed over Billy, and that the older man is gently rubbing his back and petting his tousled hair. Then, the embarrassment of what's just happened begins to sink in. Billy's erection is still granite hard against his belly, and a wetness is spreading over his boxer briefs.
A soft groan of dismay fills the quiet, and then Billy turns his head to press a kiss to Dom's hair.
"Hey."
"Bills, I-" Groaning again, Dom tries to pull out of Billy's embrace so he can hide his face. "Fuck."
"You're loud," Billy murmurs softly, tightening his arms around the younger man so he can't escape. “A screamer.”
"I'm sorry," Dom says miserably, pushing himself up onto his elbows, but keeping his gaze downcast so he doesn't meet Billy's eyes.
"That you're loud?" Billy asks with surprise. "Why? I rather enjoyed it."
"I came before you got your pants off," Dom points out, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. "I may as well have creamed my denims, which I haven't done in a very long time, I'll have you know."
"Dommie-"
"You're all wet," Dom interrupts. "Let me up so I get you a towel or-"
"Shut it," Billy says firmly, covering Dom's mouth to ensure that he isn't interrupted again. "I'm not upset, so stop it. This came as a surprise to both of us, yeah?"
Unable to speak with Billy's hand covering his mouth, Dom nods.
"And for the record," Billy adds, "I'll take it as a compliment that you-"
Dom pulls Billy's hand away to plead, "Don't say it."
"Look at me, Dommie," Billy requests.
Reluctantly, Dom obeys, embarrassment weighing heavily on his slender shoulders.
With his head rolled to one side, Billy gazes deeply into Dom's expressive eyes and smoothes back the spill of dark blonde hair.
"It's okay."
Dom rolls his eyes in reply, only to squeak in surprise when Billy yanks him close until their lips meet in a wet, lingering kiss, and he's breathless and dizzy by the time Billy lets him up for air.
"Would you mind if we continued this somewhere else?" Billy inquires, watching the pulse jump in Dom's throat when he makes the suggestion. "The floor isn't the most comfortable place to shag."
"Yeah," Dom whispers in reply.
Silently, the couple separate and get to their feet, Dom cringing when his eyes find the wet patch on the front of Billy's boxer briefs. He's about to avert his gaze, and then Billy's hooking his thumbs inside the waistband.
"You don't mind if I take these off, yeah?" Billy asks quietly, the desire clear in his tone.
Dom's reply is to curl into Billy's arms and press a kiss to his bow-shaped lips before sinking to his knees, easing the knit material over Billy's hips and impressive erection. The urge to take Billy into his mouth is nearly overwhelming, but before Dom gets the chance, he's being tugged to his feet, and then the remains of their clothing is kicked away.
The pizza, beer and movie plans they'd made are forgotten, replaced by a much better idea. Palms meet and fingers lace together, and then the couple make their way into the bedroom, as the rain continues to fall outside.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Several hours later, the inclement weather has finally started to break, and the sun is attempting to overtake the sky, even as the day starts to draw to a close.
"Surfing tomorrow?" Dom suggests as he gazes out the window, his fingertips sliding back and forth over Billy's hand where it's splayed over his flat belly.
"Aye. If the weather holds," Billy replies mildly.
"I just thought you'd want to, since we missed it today."
Billy can't hold back a grin. "Today turned out pretty well, didn't it?"
"Yeah," Dom agrees with a smile, looking over to meet Billy's eyes for a moment and then returning his attention to the window.
"Who would've thought that a conversation about my pants would get me into yours, so to speak," Billy muses aloud, watching as Dom turns his head sharply to meet his gaze, and then both men are laughing.
Curling into one another, their lips meet in a long, lingering exchange, remaining close when they break for oxygen.
"Don't ever change, Dommie," Billy adds, recalling the conversation that lead to the two of them in bed together. "I like your style."
"I like yours, too," Dom replies happily, and then purses his lips in thought. "You do know that means that I don't have a wide selection of pants for you to choose from to wear home, yeah?"
"Aye," Billy says mildly. "I guess I'll just have to try your style, going commando, for a change."
"Just be careful zipping up," Dom warns teasingly. "I now have a vested interest in the Boyd family jewels.”
"I know the feeling," Billy murmurs hoarsely, a hand sliding between Dom's thighs to cup him intimately before he captures his lover's mouth in a passionate kiss.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Nearly a month later, Billy steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist as he leaves the loo, walking into the bedroom and over to his drawer in Dom's bureau. He can hear Dom in the kitchen, heating water for tea and making breakfast for them to have before they decide what they’re going to do on their day off. Since they spend so much time at one another's flats, keeping extra clothes there only seems practical, and both men like to spend as many nights together as they can.
Billy is recalling the intimate details of last night as he pulls the drawer open and reaches inside for some clean pants. When an unfamiliar pair comes into view, he stops short, arches a eyebrow and stares. Then he starts to laugh, knowing that Dom must be responsible, and wonders how long it took for the Englishman to find the item. Only Dom would do such a thing, of that he is sure.
Tossing the towel aside, Billy steps into the pants and settles them into position, giving himself a once over in the mirror before going to find Dom. Since he went to all that trouble to find a pair of boxer briefs in a tartan pattern for the Scotsman, the least Billy can do is show him how they look.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
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Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R, I think.
Summary: Pants come in a wide variety of styles, and the type one decides to wear is a personal and private matter. Until alcohol gets involved.
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. *sigh* Damn. This is my imagination as work.
A/N: Inspired by this article at Slate.com. Thank you, Seth. You made me laugh.
A/N 2: Thanks to
surreality_fan for After nearly three weeks of intense shooting, the Fellowship and crew is rewarded with a much needed break, and all rejoice when Peter makes the announcement in the Food Tent. Even though they wish it were more, it's two full days for them to relax and recharge their batteries, in whatever way they choose. Hours later, just as filming is wrapped, the skies open up, and the rain begins to fall, but even that doesn't dampen spirits. Tomorrow, they can sleep in.
Since it's still drizzling the next morning and is supposed to until late evening, the day of surfing that Billy and Dom had planned is abandoned, and instead they stretch out on the couch in front of the television. A stack of rented DVDs rests on the coffee table next to a half eaten pizza, and a growing number of empty beer bottles. It's a testament to the quality of the film they're watching when Dom finds his attention wandering, and instead of following the story line, what little there is of it, and takes note of the clothing on screen.
"I never understood the appeal of pants," he muses aloud, pursing his lips briefly and then scratching absently at the collar of his faded t-shirt. "Especially those," he adds, nodding at the pair of light colored Y-fronts the actor is wearing. "Why white? They're not going to stay that way for long."
"There are other colors," Billy replies mildly, and then takes another pull off his beer, all too content to sink even further into the couch cushions. "Besides, those aren't the only kind of pants you could wear."
"I think the last time I wore tighty-whiteys I still played with trucks in a sandbox."
"Last week, was it?" Billy teases, and recoils as the younger man swats at him.
"Fucker," Dom growls under his breath, only to break out into a grin a moment later. Both take a long pull off their beers, and Dom once again directs his attention at the television, only to frown. "Too tight."
"Aye," Billy is forced to agree. "They were, as I recall."
"I think I wore them because my Dad did," Dom theorizes, a fingernail now picking at the label of the beer in his hand. "My Mum bought them for me and my brother. I was glad when I got older and was allowed to shop on my own. They were the first thing to go."
"Me too," Billy says companionably, smiling gently at the memories of the past he thought were long gone "My Dad wore them. I remember seeing Mum folding them up when she did the laundry on Tuesdays."
"I don't remember where I read it, but apparently years ago, men switched to briefs to get away from their dads, because they wore boxers," Dom recalls. "Could be a generational thing, I suppose."
"Boxers would give your bits room to breathe," Billy surmises, his head tipped to one side as he ponders the possibilities. "And it would be different from your Dad."
"True, but just the idea of them makes me remember something that happened at a footie match when I was in sixth form," Dom replies ruefully. "A bloke on the visiting team was wearing them, as we all learned when we got an eyeful of his bollocks after he and the forward collided. He didn't even know until somebody said something."
"Bugger," Billy says with a cringe. "Wind tunnel effect."
"Yup," Dom agrees.
It's only after Dom shifts on the couch that a thought occurs to Billy, and he mulls it over a long moment, arching a speculative eyebrow.
"What?" Dom asks when he realizes that the older man is staring at him rather intently. "Have I got tomato sauce on my face?"
"It was you, wasn't it?" Billy inquires, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You were the bloke at the footie match."
"No!" Dom fires back, a wee bit too vehemently and quickly looks away, polishing off his beer and feigning interest in the lousy movie. Then, a slow, traitorous blush starts to spread across his cheeks.
Billy's shoulders shake with barely restrained laughter, and it's when he's biting down on his lower lip in an effort to compose himself that Dom pounces. Long fingers attack Billy's midsection, and he lets out a rather unmanly shriek at the assault on his very ticklish ribs. His almost empty beer bottle is knocked to the floor, and it's nearly a minute before Billy manages to grab hold of Dom's hands and pull them away from his body.
"Stop," he begs breathlessly. "Please?"
"Only if you promise not to tell anyone. Ever," Dom growls in reply, wiggling his fingers threateningly. "Or I'll tickle you in front of everyone and won't stop until you've pissed yourself."
"I promise," Billy vows solemnly. "Not a soul."
"Okay."
Shifting back, Dom stretches out on the couch again and glances over at the leftover pizza, debating if he wants another slice, or a beer. Or both.
"I'm going to heat up a slice in the microwave," he announces a few seconds later. "Want one?"
"Aye," Billy agrees. "I can get it. I want another beer."
"I'll heat up the pizza if you take care of the drinks," Dom suggests as he rolls to his feet.
"Sounds good."
Dom lifts his arms above his head and yawns as he stretches lithely, sighing with relief when several vertebrae slide into place, resulting in a crackling sound filling the air. Shuddering visibly, Billy makes a face and disappears into the kitchen, the younger man trailing behind him with the pizza box. They don't speak again until the microwave is humming, pizza making a slow circle on the turntable.
"I once heard about a bloke who flopped out at a rather inappropriate moment because he didn't like the pain in the arse button on his boxers," Dom says, continuing their earlier conversation without preamble. "Add that to the fact that they never stay where you bloody well put them, and you've got nothing but trouble."
"How long did you try wearing them?" Billy inquires with a raised eyebrow.
"Only for a couple of days," Dom replies. "After the footie match, I spent a full day going back and forth to the loo to straighten them, because they kept turning one way and then the other," he complains, gesturing with his hands in demonstration. "They left weird lines on my thighs from being under my denims, and all that bloody material kept crawling up the crack of my arse like it was searching for buried fucking treasure."
Billy valiantly attempts to stifle his laughter, unsuccessfully, resulting in Dom growling and swatting at him again, this time connecting with his shoulder.
"Ow," he cries out before rubbing the abused flesh. "So what did you do?"
"I got bloody well tired of it, so I tossed them in the rubbish bin at school," Dom replies. "Never bought a pair of pants again."
The ding of the microwave interrupts the moment, and with a slice of pizza and a cold beer in each hand, the two return to the living room. It seems to be raining harder now, the sky a bleak grey, water coming down in sheets. At this rate, they won't be going surfing tomorrow either.
"I considered trunks at one point," Billy offers after taking a bite of pizza and swallowing it down, thinking that perhaps it's his turn to share a personal detail or two, considering all that Dom has revealed. "Didn't last long, though. You had to pull down the waistband with your thumb in order to piss, and that-"
"Could get messy," Dom supplies as he looks down at himself as though visualizing. "Painful, too."
"Aye."
"There are advantages to going commando," Dom tells the older man, not embarrassed in the least since Billy is well aware of his preference. "You just have to be a wee bit careful when zipping up."
"Speaking of painful," Billy retorts with a wince. "Talk about potential for injury."
"The loo scene in 'There's Something About Mary,'" Dom adds with a thoughtful nod, followed by a shudder. "I had nightmares for over a week."
"Ever had it happen?" Billy inquires, his beer poised at his pursed lips, waiting for Dom's answer before he takes a sip.
"To me personally? No," Dom replies with a shake of his head, the relief evident in his tone. "A couple of close calls, though. I was in a hurry, but now I take my time and make sure."
Billy grins. "And the future generations of the Monaghan name are relieved to learn that your bits will remain safe and sound."
"Wanker," Dom shoots back, unable to prevent a smile from turning up the corners of his crooked mouth. "What about you?" he challenges, lifting his pizza to his mouth, wanting to eat before the mozzarella cheese gets cold.
"I keep my bits well out of harms way, thank you very much," Billy says primly, takes a long pull off his beer, swallows and the belches loudly.
"You're such a classy bloke, Bills," Dom says with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.
"Hey, I'm not the bugger who doesn't wear pants," Billy points out. "I'm also not the type to judge, and you know I'm dead fond of you, Dommie, but you know some would say that going commando is thoroughly unhygienic."
"At least I don't wear a fucking thong," Dom fires back. "I'll never understand why anyone would purposely give themselves a wedgie."
"I'm with you on that one," Billy agrees. "I'm not saying you should change. I just think that, perhaps, you should explore the possibilities out there."
"Uh, isn't that what we're doing right now?" Dom asks mildly before taking another bite of pizza.
Thinking for a moment, Billy slowly nods. "Aye, I guess we are, aren't we?"
"So here's the big question," Dom announces as he lays down his almost empty plate on the coffee table and turns to face the older man. "What are you wearing right now?"
"What?" Billy chokes out, shaking his head and laughing in disbelief. "You want to know what kind of pants I've got on?"
"Yeah," Dom replies with a decisive nod. "I do."
"Why?"
"Because we've been talking about it, you know what I'm wearing, and you want me to consider other options," Dom says matter-of-factly. "You're my best mate. I want to know what you think is comfortable, and deem worthy to protect the Boyd family jewels."
Unable to find a way to refute Dom's argument, Billy is forced to concede that he has a very valid point, and slowly nods. "Aye, okay."
"So, what are you wearing under there?" Dom prompts expectantly.
"Boxer briefs," Billy reveals, heat rushing to his cheeks. "In my opinion, they're the best of both worlds."
Curious, Dom arches an eyebrow and tips his head to one side. "Can I see?"
"What?" Billy squeaks, even more surprised at that question than the earlier one.
"You claim they're great," Dom points out. "I want to see for myself."
"Right now?"
"Well, you could model them for everyone in the Feet trailer or the Food Tent if you'd rather," Dom retorts dryly. "I thought you'd prefer somewhere more private."
"Well-"
"Why don't you start by telling me why you like them?" Dom suggests, taking a long pull off his beer before settling into a more comfortable position. "Why did you try them in the first place?"
"I went on holiday a couple of years ago, and my luggage got lost," Billy explains, relieved to have been given a reprieve from pulling his trousers down for inspection. "I needed clean clothes and I was curious, so I bought a pair. Simple as that."
"And?"
"Right away, they were comfortable," Billy says after taking a moment to think. "Supportive, but not restrictive, and they didn't twist or bunch under my trousers like my boxers. There was no crawling up into my arse or worries about ‘flopping out,’ as you so eloquently put it. The legs weren't too snug on my thighs, and I thought they looked good."
"Okay," Dom says with a decisive nod. "Let's see."
When Dom makes a grand sweeping motion with his free hand, Billy knows that he can't put it off any longer, and downs nearly half of his beer before reluctantly getting to his feet. The bottle is placed on the coffee table for safe keeping, and Billy takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
"Do you want me to put some music on?" Dom teases when Billy's small hands pause at his belt buckle. "To set the mood . . ."
"Shut it, or I'll change my mind," Billy warns, shooting the younger man a look.
"Sorry."
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Billy mutters under his breath, shaking his head as the trousers are opened and lowered to his knees.
To Billy's relief, Dom begins at the top his boxer briefs, raising Billy's shirt a wee bit to look at the waistband, fingertips sliding ever so lightly over the heather grey knit fabric covering his hip and down to the ribbed cuff at his thigh. Satisfied with the fit to Billy's posterior, next Dom turns his attention to the rest of Billy's boxer briefs, including the Y-front.
"I see what you mean about supportive," Dom says finally. "They keep things contained; make sure your bits stay exactly where you want them."
"Aye."
"Aesthetically, they're quite impressive," Dom adds, pursing his lips in thought, admiring the modesty the style provides. "They present your bits rather well. I can see why birds would like them."
"Dom!"
"What?" he retorts as he glances up to see that Billy's face has grown pink. "I'm just saying there seems to be some kind of a push-up effect. In a good way."
"Are you finished?" Billy inquires, quite exasperated now.
"What's the matter?" Dom asks, pulling back a wee bit and a frown creasing his brow. "I've seen you in boxers before, Bills."
"Aye, but we were both scantily clad, getting fitted in the costume trailer, and I wasn't having my bits scrutinized this intensely," Billy points out. "You're closer than my doctor was during my last checkup."
"Don't worry. I'm not going to ask you to bend over and cough," Dom replies cheekily.
"Bloody buggering fuck," Billy curses as he starts to turn away, only to be stopped by Dom's hand gripping his bicep.
"Billy-"
"You've seen enough, yeah?"
It dawns on Dom just how exposed Billy feels at the moment, and before he even takes a moment to think, the younger man rises to his feet. The next thing Billy knows, Dom's blue jeans are crumpled at his ankles, and he's getting an eyeful of his best mate's bits. Dom even holds his t-shirt up at his waist to ensure nothing is hidden from view.
"Dom!"
"Are you sure you don't want to take a closer look?" Dom asks mildly, twisting around to give Billy a view of his bare arse. "Shall I do a slow turn?"
As Dom hoped, the outrageous act causes Billy to laugh, and the tension that had been building just seconds before is all but shattered.
"You drive me mad," Billy tells him, his fond tone negating the harshness of the words.
"Quick trip these days, is it?"
Billy laughs again, and playfully swats at him. "Wanker."
"They look good on you, Bills," Dom says, serious now as he lets his t-shirt drop. "And as long as you're happy with them, it's all good, yeah?"
"Aye," Billy replies, smiling in agreement.
After tucking himself away and zipping up his denims, Dom drops back down onto the couch and frowns at the television. The movie they'd forgotten about is still playing, and as near as Dom can tell, the story line hasn't gotten any better. It takes Billy another minute to buckle his belt, and then he sinks down to sit beside Dom, closer than before, so that their shoulder's almost touch. The embarrassment Billy'd felt only minutes before is gone, because of Dom's crazy stunt. Exposing himself was the perfect thing for Dom to do, and served to put Billy at ease, which is exactly why he did it.
"You are utterly shameless, you know," Billy comments. "Not a modest bone in your body."
"So my Mum has told me on many occasions," Dom readily agrees, shooting Billy a crooked smile.
"Thank you."
It's as Billy leans over to give Dom a quick peck on the cheek that the younger man realizes how close they're sitting, how much they’re touching. He turns his head to ask a question, only to have the words be lost when their mouths meet in an unexpected kiss. Neither were prepared for such an intimate connection, and as a result, the contact lingers. It's Dom who starts to pull back first, suddenly shy at the thought of snogging his best mate, only to be surprised when Billy follows him, leaning in closer so that the kiss doesn't end just yet.
A gasp of surprise pushes past Dom's lips, and Billy seizes the opportunity, his fingers sliding around the nape of Dom's neck to keep him close after he chases Dom's mouth into a deeper kiss. A trembling hand comes to rest on the older man's shoulder, and at the silent encouragement, Billy draws Dom's pouty lower lip gently between his teeth, and licks back and forth against the soft flesh. Dom's arms shifts again, sliding lower to wind around Billy's torso, and he's rewarded with sensation of Billy's pointy tongue sliding between his teeth, and laving the top of his tongue.
Desperate for a moment to breathe and collect his now very scattered thoughts, Dom pulls back again, and this time, Billy does loosen his hold, but doesn't retreat. Uneven breath caresses Billy's cheek, and he waits, eyes locked on Dom's until he looks up to meet the Scotsman's smoldering gaze. What feels like an endless moment of silence passes, while they stare at one another, trying to make sense of what's just happened, and how it's changed their friendship.
A tentative smile is all Billy needs as an answer to the unasked question, and then mouths are impatiently coming together again, Dom reclining on the couch and pulling Billy down on top of him. Eager to explore, Billy settles between Dom's thighs, and begins trailing wet, nibbling kisses down Dom's slender neck as he drags the younger man's cotton t-shirt up to expose his chest. It's after his fingertips makes contact with a pert nipple and begin to caress it, Dom mewls with pleasure and grabs handfuls of Billy's shirt to drag him higher once again.
Amid lusty, ardent kisses, both shirts are peeled away, and Dom's throat is marked with a rosy bruise, where shoulder and neck meet. Hot, wet tongues thrust and parry hungrily, hands roaming endlessly over bared flesh, their now throbbing arousals pressed together through several layers of clothing, resulting in groans of frustration. Dom is writhing with pleasure, his back arched into Billy's touch as his nipples are sucked into rosy peaks, when he feels a small hand at the zipper of his denims.
Dom draws his fingers through Billy's mussed ginger hair in a tender caress, and the older man looks up to meet his gaze, only to be struck by the gentle sensuality he finds there. It never ceases to amaze Billy, the pieces that one wouldn't think fit, but somehow come together to make up Dom, and all his idiosyncrasies. Utterly daft and silly at times, and almost reserved and shy at others. Never has a word suited someone so well before, in Billy's opinion, than Dom and unique.
Keeping his eyes locked with Dom's, Billy slides his hand inside the loose fitting denims and curls his fingers around Dom's erection, watching the younger man thrash about in ecstasy, wantonly crying out Billy's name and clutching at his biceps. Billy captures Dom's swollen mouth in a deep, wet kiss and works open the zipper at the same time, wanting to peel away the layers that prevent their skin from touching. He's more than a wee bit distracted by the half naked man beneath him, and is unprepared when Dom bucks up hard when small fingers slide deftly over his sensitive tip.
Before Billy realizes what's happening, they're tumbling off the couch and onto the floor in a tangle of limbs and bare skin. Breath is expelled in a rush when Dom lands on top of him, and his hand is trapped between their aroused bodies.
"Sorry," Dom pants, his breath hot against Billy's neck.
"If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was say so," Billy teases as he shakes with laughter.
Chuckling as well, Dom braces his weight on his arms, preparing to move, only to gasp with surprise when Billy reaches down and gives his blue jeans a swift tug. The heavy material is pulled just below the sweet curve of Dom's arse, and before Dom can say a word, Billy's hands are cupping both cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze.
"Where were we?" he whispers against Dom's parted lips, his eyes smoldering with passion.
A lazy, sensual smile turns up the corners of Dom's mouth as he slides a hand between their bodies and his fingers close around Billy's belt buckle.
"Right about here," he replies hotly, and then captures Billy's waiting lips in a hungry kiss.
Finesse gives way to uncontrollable lust, and while Dom manages to get Billy's trousers unbuckled and open to reveal the boxer briefs beneath, the other man uses his hands and a foot to pull Dom's denims down past his knees. All too happy to be freed of the material, Dom shifts up onto his knees to give some space between their bellies for him to work, and within moments, only a thin layer of grey cotton is separating them.
Billy drags Dom down so their lips meet, and smiles at the whimper that bubbles up in Dom's throat, looking forward to learning all the sounds Dom makes when he's aroused and lost in pleasure. He wants to know all the ways Dom loves to be touched, and being a tactile bloke, he's sure to have a favorite spot or two. When Dom sighs breathlessly as a small hand slides over the curve of his arse, Billy takes that as a sign of encouragement, and decides to explore further, while keeping Dom's mouth busy.
Growing increasingly aroused, thanks to Billy's roaming hands and sinfully incredible mouth, Dom shamelessly tucks his knees in close to Billy's hips and rocks forward, rubbing his now leaking erection against the knit material that is tormenting him. More than ever, he wants to have Billy's bare skin against his, to feel their bodies pressed together, with no barrier between. Dom toys with the waistband of Billy's boxer briefs, starts to draw them over Billy's hip, and then he can't breathe.
Small fingers have continued their exploration of Dom's arse, and one fingertip has proven to be particularly eager. One moment, Billy's petting the rounded curve and massaging the muscle, and the next, his index finger is pressed firmly against Dom's puckered entrance.
So unprepared for the intimate contact, Dom's control explodes, and he tears his mouth away from Billy's with a ragged cry and sobs out a powerful climax, fluid spurting out to slick their bellies. Billy's boxer briefs are forgotten as orgasm burns though Dom's veins, his strength gone, and when he finally comes back to himself, he discovers that he's collapsed over Billy, and that the older man is gently rubbing his back and petting his tousled hair. Then, the embarrassment of what's just happened begins to sink in. Billy's erection is still granite hard against his belly, and a wetness is spreading over his boxer briefs.
A soft groan of dismay fills the quiet, and then Billy turns his head to press a kiss to Dom's hair.
"Hey."
"Bills, I-" Groaning again, Dom tries to pull out of Billy's embrace so he can hide his face. "Fuck."
"You're loud," Billy murmurs softly, tightening his arms around the younger man so he can't escape. “A screamer.”
"I'm sorry," Dom says miserably, pushing himself up onto his elbows, but keeping his gaze downcast so he doesn't meet Billy's eyes.
"That you're loud?" Billy asks with surprise. "Why? I rather enjoyed it."
"I came before you got your pants off," Dom points out, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. "I may as well have creamed my denims, which I haven't done in a very long time, I'll have you know."
"Dommie-"
"You're all wet," Dom interrupts. "Let me up so I get you a towel or-"
"Shut it," Billy says firmly, covering Dom's mouth to ensure that he isn't interrupted again. "I'm not upset, so stop it. This came as a surprise to both of us, yeah?"
Unable to speak with Billy's hand covering his mouth, Dom nods.
"And for the record," Billy adds, "I'll take it as a compliment that you-"
Dom pulls Billy's hand away to plead, "Don't say it."
"Look at me, Dommie," Billy requests.
Reluctantly, Dom obeys, embarrassment weighing heavily on his slender shoulders.
With his head rolled to one side, Billy gazes deeply into Dom's expressive eyes and smoothes back the spill of dark blonde hair.
"It's okay."
Dom rolls his eyes in reply, only to squeak in surprise when Billy yanks him close until their lips meet in a wet, lingering kiss, and he's breathless and dizzy by the time Billy lets him up for air.
"Would you mind if we continued this somewhere else?" Billy inquires, watching the pulse jump in Dom's throat when he makes the suggestion. "The floor isn't the most comfortable place to shag."
"Yeah," Dom whispers in reply.
Silently, the couple separate and get to their feet, Dom cringing when his eyes find the wet patch on the front of Billy's boxer briefs. He's about to avert his gaze, and then Billy's hooking his thumbs inside the waistband.
"You don't mind if I take these off, yeah?" Billy asks quietly, the desire clear in his tone.
Dom's reply is to curl into Billy's arms and press a kiss to his bow-shaped lips before sinking to his knees, easing the knit material over Billy's hips and impressive erection. The urge to take Billy into his mouth is nearly overwhelming, but before Dom gets the chance, he's being tugged to his feet, and then the remains of their clothing is kicked away.
The pizza, beer and movie plans they'd made are forgotten, replaced by a much better idea. Palms meet and fingers lace together, and then the couple make their way into the bedroom, as the rain continues to fall outside.
Several hours later, the inclement weather has finally started to break, and the sun is attempting to overtake the sky, even as the day starts to draw to a close.
"Surfing tomorrow?" Dom suggests as he gazes out the window, his fingertips sliding back and forth over Billy's hand where it's splayed over his flat belly.
"Aye. If the weather holds," Billy replies mildly.
"I just thought you'd want to, since we missed it today."
Billy can't hold back a grin. "Today turned out pretty well, didn't it?"
"Yeah," Dom agrees with a smile, looking over to meet Billy's eyes for a moment and then returning his attention to the window.
"Who would've thought that a conversation about my pants would get me into yours, so to speak," Billy muses aloud, watching as Dom turns his head sharply to meet his gaze, and then both men are laughing.
Curling into one another, their lips meet in a long, lingering exchange, remaining close when they break for oxygen.
"Don't ever change, Dommie," Billy adds, recalling the conversation that lead to the two of them in bed together. "I like your style."
"I like yours, too," Dom replies happily, and then purses his lips in thought. "You do know that means that I don't have a wide selection of pants for you to choose from to wear home, yeah?"
"Aye," Billy says mildly. "I guess I'll just have to try your style, going commando, for a change."
"Just be careful zipping up," Dom warns teasingly. "I now have a vested interest in the Boyd family jewels.”
"I know the feeling," Billy murmurs hoarsely, a hand sliding between Dom's thighs to cup him intimately before he captures his lover's mouth in a passionate kiss.
Nearly a month later, Billy steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist as he leaves the loo, walking into the bedroom and over to his drawer in Dom's bureau. He can hear Dom in the kitchen, heating water for tea and making breakfast for them to have before they decide what they’re going to do on their day off. Since they spend so much time at one another's flats, keeping extra clothes there only seems practical, and both men like to spend as many nights together as they can.
Billy is recalling the intimate details of last night as he pulls the drawer open and reaches inside for some clean pants. When an unfamiliar pair comes into view, he stops short, arches a eyebrow and stares. Then he starts to laugh, knowing that Dom must be responsible, and wonders how long it took for the Englishman to find the item. Only Dom would do such a thing, of that he is sure.
Tossing the towel aside, Billy steps into the pants and settles them into position, giving himself a once over in the mirror before going to find Dom. Since he went to all that trouble to find a pair of boxer briefs in a tartan pattern for the Scotsman, the least Billy can do is show him how they look.
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You made me blush with this, which isn't all that easy these days. Good show.
I noticed a little mistake: "Don't every change" picked up a y somewhere. ::forces myself to post this before I make a silly underwear joke::
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed.
Silly underwear joke? Hee!
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Thank you. :)
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As a man, I can understand the appeal of boxer briefs - though personally I have to agree with Dom. Sometimes it's just easier to go without.
Well done - enjoy your weekend!
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Thank you. I have a great time.
Happy that you enjoyed. :)
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Love this:
"Are you sure you don't want to take a closer look?" Dom asks mildly, twisting around to give Billy a view of his bare arse. "Shall I do a slow turn?"
Lucky Billy *pouts*
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Thank you. Pleased that you enjoyed.
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Thank you.
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I love your writing so much and this is again a masterpiece!
BTW: BoxerBriefs are my fav too on a guy and on Billy - well...is it getting hot in here?
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I rather enjoyed the image of Billy in boxer briefs in my mind.
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Thank you very much. :)
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Pleased that you enjoyed.
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It's damn distracting.
Not that I'm complaining, of course :)
Very very well done indeed :)
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Thank you so much. Happy that you liked.