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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Nov. 18th, 2007 10:35 pm)Title: Confessions of a Fuckwit and What Happens Next . . .
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Under Billy’s watchful eye, Dom’s attempt to conceal a painful secret fails, and the revelation leads to something unexpected that will have long lasting effects on their friendship.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine. Hurry back online,frojane. I miss you.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. *sigh* Damn. This is my imagination as work.
A/N: Thanks tosurreality_fan for helping me find the ending to this idea and for the encouragement.
A/N 2: :::waves::: It’s been a while. Hopefully I’ll be posting more regularly soon. In the meantime . . . enjoy.
On the eve of a well deserved month long vacation from filming, the Fellowship and some members of the crew gather at the local pub to have a farewell dinner, knowing that it'll be some time before they'll be able to do it again. Laughter and music is in abundance, alcohol is flowing freely, and the mood is light, at least, for most of the attendees. The one exception is Dom, who spends over an hour and a half forcing himself to nurse a beer and smile as he says goodbye to people, and then, when nobody is looking, he slips away, so he doesn't spoil the festivities.
All week, Dom has been dreading this night, but he's worked very hard to hide his feelings on the matter, especially when everyone else is happy about the much needed break. He doesn't want to bring anyone down, so leaving early seems like the best thing to do. At the door he pauses to watch Orlando, Elijah and Billy make a toast and clink glasses, and then he turns and walks into the night. It's unlikely that his absence will be noticed, especially with so many people celebrating.
During the slow walk home, Dom gazes up at the stars above, trying to immerse himself in the happy memories of New Zealand, in a desperate attempt to ward off the sadness that's enveloping him. Part of him longs to call home to England, and talk to his Mum, but Dom resists the urge, and instead changes into a comfortable pair of yoga pants and his favorite t-shirt. He then sits on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest and stares out the window at the night sky. Restful sleep remains elusive, as it has for the last few days now, and Dom measures the passage of time by the air he takes into his lungs, in slow, even breaths.
More than anything, Dom wishes he didn't feel so sad.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
It's during a lull in conversation that Billy realizes he hasn't seen his best mate in a while, and sets his tumbler of scotch down on the table before scanning the crowded room. When he's unable to locate the younger man, he frowns, wondering where Dom would've gone.
"Who are you looking for?" Elijah asks over the rim of his beer stein.
"Dom."
"Loo?" Orlando suggests with an arched eyebrow. "Too much to drink, maybe?"
"I'm going to go check," Billy decides, and pushes himself up from his chair, suddenly worried that his best mate is in distress, and he's not there to help.
It's become habit for the Hobbits to hang out together, on and off set, especially in Dom's case. He and Billy are seen together so often that some members of the crew like to take the piss a bit, referring to them as one, instead of two. The fact that Dom is not with them on the last night they'll spend as a group strikes Billy as odd, and rather out of character for the affectionate Englishman. He checks the loo, even calls out Dom's name in the event he's in a stall, but isn't successful in finding his Merry.
A frown now furrows Billy's brow as he moves away from the toilets and begins a more thorough search of the crowd, asking a few people if they've seen Dom lately. The cast and crew from Rings have all but taken over the pub tonight, so he has plenty of people to talk to. Billy's more than halfway around the room when he finally receives a promising lead.
"Yeah, I saw him step outside for some air about an hour ago," Viggo tells the Scotsman, and then arches a speculative eyebrow. "I haven't seen him since, come to think of it."
"Thanks."
With his mind made up, Billy stops by the table to say goodbye to Elijah and Orlando, and then scoops up his jacket before disappearing into the night, determined to find Dom, and discover the reason for his disappearance. He's noticed that Dom has been a wee bit off in recent days, but attributed it to the excitement of going home for the first time in months. As he walks briskly towards Dom's flat, Billy is forced to consider that perhaps he was wrong, and that there's another reason for Dom's odd behavior.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
The melancholy Dom felt at the farewell party has only increased since he left the pub, and a heavy ache is now growing in his chest, traitorous tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. The knowledge that the separation is only for a short while doesn't seem to matter, and does little to comfort him, because he knows that even that reunion will only be temporary. Time moves so quickly, and all too soon, this incredible experience will be coming to an end. They'll have to say goodbye. Dom is so caught up in his thoughts and misery that he doesn't hear the front door open, or the soft footsteps padding down the hall toward his bedroom. When a small hand touches his shoulder, Dom yelps in surprise, his heart suddenly racing, his breath quickening.
"Sorry," Billy offers as an apology as he sinks down on the edge of the mussed bed, his head tipping to one side as he observes the younger man.
"What are you doing here?" Dom asks awkwardly, swallowing the hard lump in his throat.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," Billy replies matter-of-factly. "I looked for you at the pub, but you were gone. Why did you leave without telling anyone?"
"I'm just tired," Dom says evasively, shifting his gaze and looking out the window again. "You should go back. Have some fun. People start catching their flights home first thing in the morning."
A few seconds later, the hairs on the back of his neck rise to stand on end, and Dom realizes that Billy is staring at him rather intently. The room is quiet, except for their breathing, and Dom is horrified when his eyes start to fill, causing him to blink rapidly in an effort to clear his vision before Billy notices.
"You're a bloody good actor, Dom, but a shite liar," Billy says finally.
"I'm fine," Dom insists, fighting hard to control the wobble in his voice. "You-"
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong," Billy interrupts firmly, and then heels off his shoes before settling into a comfortable position on the bed.
"Billy-"
"Take as long as you like," the older man adds gently. "I'm not in a hurry."
"Everyone's happy about going on holiday," Dom begins finally, unable to hold back a heavy sigh. "Except me."
"I thought you'd love to get back to the UK, see your Mum and Dad for a spell," Billy says, recalling the last time Dom had a bout of homesickness and had become withdrawn. It had been a particularly difficult week of shooting, and the emotional upheaval had taken its toll on the younger man, resulting in him opting out of a trip to the pub on a Saturday night. That had been the red flag, and it was Billy who'd been able to offer comfort, keeping Dom company and distracting him with Monty Python movies. "I'm sure they're looking forward to having you home," he adds.
"I- I just can't help thinking- Oh, never mind," Dom replies hesitantly and then loses his nerve. "I'm fine."
"No, you're not," Billy corrects, shifting closer and starting to rub the tense muscles in Dom's slender back. "It just occurs to me that I haven't seen your eyes smiling except on camera all week. That's not like you."
For a brief moment, Dom meets Billy's caring gaze, and then averts his eyes, cursing himself that he didn't do a better job of maintaining a happy façade. The rhythm of Billy's hand is soothing as it moves in a slow circle between his shoulder blades, and finally, Dom gives in.
"Everyone's saying goodbye, but it's not that hard, because we'll be back in a month, so it's really a 'see you later' kind of thing," Dom explains quietly. "You know?"
"Aye."
"But soon, it'll be for real," Dom continues, clearly disheartened. "There'll be another farewell party, people saying goodbye, but it'll mean it's all over, and we're leaving New Zealand, for good."
"Dommie-"
"I'm not denying that it's been hard sometimes, being so far from home, but I really do love it here," Dom interrupts, forcing the words out while he can. "Being here, with the things I've learned and the people I've met; it's been the most amazing time of my life. I don't want to think about it ending."
As he finishes, a fresh wave of hot tears well up in Dom's eyes, and he's forced to brush them away with the back of his hand to prevent them from falling, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Oh, Dom," Billy says gently, shifting on the coverlet and sliding closer. "It won't be the end of everything. We'll still see each other when we're promoting the films, and more than likely have to come back here for some re-shoots as well. We'll see New Zealand again."
"I know," Dom admits miserably, sighing heavily and briefly rubbing the back of his neck. "But this here, tonight, feels like the beginning of the end."
At the sight of Dom's red-rimmed, watery eyes, Billy's heart pangs in sympathy, and he tugs the younger man further into his embrace, holding him tenderly. "You're worried that it'll be the end of the friendships you've made here, aren't you? That you and I won't be friends anymore."
"You're my best mate, Bills," Dom whispers. "I couldn't have made it this far without you."
"I'm glad to hear you say that you want to be friends after Rings is finished," Billy says, rubbing his cheek against Dom's dark blonde hair. "Because I do, too."
"Yeah?"
"I'm hoping that we'll be friends for the rest of our lives, actually," Billy adds, watching with a gentle smile as Dom looks up to meet his gaze with wet eyelashes.
"I'd like that. A lot."
"Rings is going to end eventually, there's no stopping that, but as long as we're mates, part of it will go on, won't it?"
"Yeah," Dom rasps in agreement, slowly nodding his head.
"Now, was that so hard?" Billy teases softly. "If we were at the pub I could've bought you a pint to toast our lifelong friendship."
"You're relentless," Dom complains with a mock pout, inordinately touched that Billy came to find him, to ensure that he was all right, and made him talk it out.
Completely deadpan, Billy replies, "No, I'm Scottish."
A sharp burst of laughter pushes past Dom's lips, followed immediately by a harsh sob as he unexpectedly loses the fragile hold on his control. The tears Dom's been fighting back all week are released without warning, and instinctively he covers his face with shaking hands, trying to hide how vulnerable he feels right now. Before Dom can pull away, Billy wraps his arms around the younger man and pulls him tightly to his chest, rocking back and forth ever so gently.
"You've worked yourself up into quite a state, haven't you, Dommie?" he inquires, saddened by the harsh sobs wracking his friend's lithe body.
"Sorry," is Dom's muffled reply, embarrassed by his loss of control, but unable to stop the waves of emotion crashing over him. "I'm such a fuckwit."
"What?"
"I said I'm a fuckwit," Dom repeats, turning his head so his cheek is pressed to Billy's chest, his hair tickling Billy's neck.
"A daftie, maybe," Billy replies fondly, smiling for a moment. "That's all."
"You should go back to the pub," Dom chokes out, scrubbing at his eyes and sniffling as he desperately tries to pull himself together.
"What? Do you honestly expect me to leave you alone when you're like this?" Billy asks in astonishment.
"I've already made a complete arse of myself tonight," Dom says hoarsely. "I'm sure the last thing you want is me, blubbering on your shoulder like a big-"
Dom feels Billy's small hand cup his scruffy cheek, and then his self-deprecating words are cut off by a soft mouth closing over his in an unexpected kiss. The sensation of Billy's thumb sliding up and down the side of his throat causes Dom's anxiety about the situation start to dissipate, and a lingering sob that pushes past his lips gives way to a breathy sigh as his eyelids flutter closed. Just moments ago, Dom was trying to push Billy away, and now a new feeling of comfort and relaxation is rippling through his limbs, softening his resolve. A shaking hand slides up Billy's bicep, and then Dom's gripping a handful of fabric to steady himself as the intimate contact gently deepens, driving all thoughts but kissing and Billy from his mind.
"Bills-" he murmurs against the other man's mouth as a strong hand splays across his slender back, silently urging him forward.
While kissing Dom was an impulse, a way to distract him from the pain he was in, Billy now finds himself unexpectedly enjoying the act of snogging his best mate, and now that they're wrapped up in one another, he doesn't want to let Dom go. He wants to keep kissing Dom, keep touching him, and find other ways to make Dom feel good.
"Dommie?" he pants breathlessly, his pointy tongue sliding along the seam of Dom's parted lips in a tender caress, hungry for more. "Do you want-"
A lusty growl interrupts Billy's question, and a growing erection is pressed against his thigh as evidence that he's not the only one aroused, causing Billy to surrender to the lust rushing though his body.
The sadness Dom's been battling all week is no match for the incredible pleasure being bestowed upon him by Billy's sensuous, cherubic lips, and he opens his mouth wider as an invitation for more, inordinately pleased when Billy eagerly responds. When small hands slide deftly under Dom's rucked up t-shirt and nudges it higher, exposing Dom's smooth chest and pert nipples to the moonlight streaming through the window, he moans loudly and arches his back.
"More," Dom begs shamelessly as he wriggles, desperate for Billy's touch.
Cradling the younger man against him, Billy carefully guides them to lay back on the bed, worshiping Dom's now swollen mouth with long, wet, passionate kisses while he strokes Dom's flat stomach, a fingertip dipping into his sensitive belly button to tease.
"Mmm, yeah," Dom murmurs in encouragement, writhing with unrestrained pleasure when Billy slowly begins easing his yoga pants lower, revealing one sharp hipbone and then the other, and a tantalizing treasure trail in the center.
A frustrated growl fills the heated air when Billy tears his mouth away from Dom's to drag the younger man's t-shirt over his head, and he pauses when their eyes lock, entranced by the passion reflected in Dom's expressive eyes. Almost shyly, Dom rolls his head to one side and looks up at Billy from beneath long eyelashes, his breath catching at the desire he sees.
"Touch me," Billy requests hoarsely, and then moans with pleasure when Dom attacks the buttons of his shirt with gusto as they resume kissing.
Eagerly, Dom peels the fabric back to reveal the pale skin beneath, his greedy fingers sliding through the ginger hair covering Billy's chest, and he groans in appreciation of the texture, nipping hotly at Billy's throat as his hands roam lower to cup both cheeks of Billy's arse.
When their hips meet and two throbbing erections are trapped between their aroused bodies, Billy thrusts his tongue deep into Dom's mouth, tasting him as they roll onto their sides, clinging to one another. It's as Billy is guiding a long leg around his waist that he feels something jabbing at his ribs, causing him to pull back to investigate and he smiles when a groan of protest fills the heated air.
"Come back here," Dom commands breathlessly, pushing Billy's shirt off one shoulder and then kissing the exposed skin, his lips sliding up the side of Billy's neck to nibble on his earlobe.
Clearly having other priorities at the moment, Billy pushes the offending item out of the way without finding out what it is in the low light and dives in for another sampling of Dom's sensuous mouth while the younger man continues to eagerly divest him of his shirt.
"Help me," Billy requests with a growl of frustration when the material gets caught at his elbows, limiting his range of motion and the area of Dom's lithe body that he can reach.
A swift yank on Dom's part frees Billy, and before he can express his thanks, Dom is rolling them over until their positions are reversed, lips meeting and parting in passionate kisses. The couple writhes together lustily, and Dom moans in enjoyment when Billy's hands move over his hips, dragging the stretchy material of his yoga pants over the curve of his arse, revealing a wee bit more of his nudity. Billy squeezes and strokes the roundness repeatedly; growing more aroused at the sounds Dom is making, and the rhythmic rocking of his hips.
Dom's elegant fingers tease at Billy's fly until finally, with a softly uttered curse; Billy rolls them over again and sits back on his haunches. His smoldering green eyes remain locked on Dom's face as he waits for Dom's assent, and then grabs fistfuls of cloth, inching it down Dom's lean thighs, exposing the Englishman's body completely to his hungry gaze, bathed in soft blue light. The intense desire in Billy's expression steals Dom's voice, so after his feet are freed, Dom wordlessly parts his knees wide and splays a hand over his now quivering belly.
"Bills-"
Lunging forward, Billy's mouth covers his in a ravishing kiss while small fingers wrap around Dom's throbbing erection briefly, resulting in the other man bucking up with a ragged cry at the intimate contact. Finesse is lost as they rut together wildly, Billy's trousers ripped open and shoved down by Dom's desperate hands, and then Dom is crying out in protest when Billy drags his swollen mouth away.
"Shhh," Billy soothes, trailing moist kisses down the center of Dom's chest, not stopping until his tongue is thrusting in and out of Dom's navel in a seductive rhythm.
"Mmm-fuck," Dom moans, carding his fingers through Billy's ginger hair and rocking his hips up so his arousal rubs against Billy's furry chest. "Don't stop-"
Billy is shifting back when his fingers close around the object he discarded earlier, and after realizing that it's lubricant, he pours some into his palm to warm it before drawing his fingers along Dom's rigid length in a tantalizing caress.
"You're so hard," he murmurs reverently, gazing at what his touch has done, the pleasure he's lavished on Dom.
"Need to come," Dom grounds out as he bucks up into Billy's loose fist, again and again, his breath uneven.
A particularly eager thrust dislodges Billy's hold on his erection, and when slick fingers slide between his cheeks and brush against his tight entrance, Dom's hands clutch at the coverlet beneath him as a ragged whimper of pleasure pushes past his lips.
"Oh yeah," he moans. "Right there."
It's all the invitation Billy needs as he braces his weight on his free arm and brings their lips together again, his hand and tongue working in tandem to drive Dom right to the edge of blissful release. One, two and then three fingers are used in quick succession to stretch the tight ring of muscle, Dom mewling and writhing in barely restrained ecstasy, begging for more and rocking his hips.
"You're so tight," Billy whispers hotly, curling his fingers forward to pet the spongy, sensitive spot inside Dom and smiling at the cries of pleasure that Dom can't contain.
Distantly, Billy feels Dom's hands at his hips, his trousers and boxers being shoved down to his knees so his throbbing arousal can rub against the curve of Dom's arse, and then he's drawing on every ounce of strength he has to hold himself back.
"Fuck me," Dom requests shamelessly, panting against Billy's rosy lips as he pulls his knees to his chest. "Please. Now."
When Dom's elegant fingers wrap around Billy and squeeze him gently, lust and passion shatters all semblance of coherency. In what feels like the blink of an eye, Billy's fingers are withdrawn and the leaking head of his aching erection is poised at Dom's stretched entrance, Dom tenderly caressing him.
"C'mon," he encourages, trying to drawn Billy closer, his chest heaving. "I'm ready."
With their eyes locked, Billy carefully rocks his hips forward, breaching Dom as gently as possible, and pressing into the hot, wet heat until he's buried to the hilt, watching as Dom's eyes widen at the sensation of being completely filled. Being inside Dom is nothing short of perfection for Billy, the younger man uninhibited in his enjoyment, passionate moans of ecstasy filling the air as Billy slowly begins to move. At first it's a gentle rocking, while he ensures that Dom is comfortable, and when Dom's long legs tighten around Billy's waist, he pauses.
"Nooo," Dom moans as he wriggles in frustration. "Don't stop." Before Billy can say a word, the other man reaches above his head and braces his hands against the headboard, pushing himself down. "Fuck me," he repeats.
Helpless to resist such a request, Billy takes a firm hold of Dom's hips and begins to thrust in long, deep strokes, the pace and intensity growing quickly. The intoxicating vision of Dom writhing lustily beneath him robs Billy of his coherency, and the box springs of the mattress groan in protest when he leans over the other man and quickens his pace. The change in position results in Billy's arousal pressing firmly against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Dom, who thrashes wildly as their bodies rut together passionately, Billy jackhammering his hips and increasing their pleasure.
"Yes!" Dom cries out as his long fingers clutch at Billy's well muscled back. "Right there."
Damp skin slides back and forth, creating delicious friction, and Billy groans when Dom arches his back to bring their chests together just as blunt fingernails drag down his back to his rocking hips. Mewling shamelessly, Dom's head rolls from side to side as he voices his enjoyment of the intimate act, gasping against Billy's wet mouth as they continue to exchange kisses between body shuddering thrusts.
"Hold on a second," Billy pants breathlessly, ceasing his movement without warning.
"Don't stop," Dom begs as he unconsciously tightens his legs around Billy's waist.
"My trousers," Billy explains, and reaches down with one hand in an attempt to free his left leg from the confining fabric. "Almost got it- there!"
Shifting his knees further apart so he's got better leverage on the mattress, Billy smiles and gives Dom a deep, teasing thrust, pleased when it robs Dom's of his ability to speak. In response, Dom parts his long legs wide and gazes up at him with smoldering eyes, fingertips smearing the fluid leaking from his erection on his heaving belly, not surprised in the least when Billy growls at the erotic sight. Dom barely has time to lick his lips and then Billy's mouth is covering his, hips thrusting faster and harder than before, the older man all but pounding Dom's willing, lithe body into the mattress.
Relentlessly, Billy rocks back and forth, sliding in long and deep, tormenting Dom's sweet spot with every flutter of movement. The sensation is so overwhelming that all Dom can do is hold on as a powerful orgasm rises up in him like a tidal wave, and it's only when he feels his hot release coating his stomach in gut-curling spurts that he realizes the keening sound filling the air is coming from him. Stars explode like fireworks behind his eyes, stealing his breath, and Dom has no choice but to surrender as he's flung out into the heavens, Billy's rhythm not faltering for even a second.
"Oh fuck, yes!" Dom sobs out, arching his back and submissively offering his body, fervently hoping that this incredible feeling can last forever.
When he finally comes back to himself, limbs the consistency of melted wax, Dom draws on the shredded remains of his mind, trying to form words to convey how he's feeling, but when he looks down, he's rendered speechless. He can't speak; he can only stare at the intoxicating vision before him of their entwined bodies bathed in soft blue moonlight. His long legs are caught up in the crooks of Billy's elbows to hold his lean thighs open wide, and Billy's impressive erection is sliding in and out of his slick entrance at a frantic pace, Billy's face flushed with exertion.
"Come," Dom whispers hoarsely, reaching up with a trembling hand to caress Billy's scruffy cheek. "I want to see you come in me."
Gripping Dom's narrow hips with both hands, Billy slams their bodies together one last time and lefts himself go with a mighty shout, warm, intimate fluid spurting inside Dom in long pulses. Utterly spent, he sinks down into Dom's waiting arms, the couple exchanging soft, lazy kisses while Billy continues to rock his hips, just enough to tease.
"Fuck me," Dom sighs, rolling his head to one side when Billy starts to nibble at his damp neck. "That was brilliant."
"Aye," Billy agrees breathlessly.
"So good," Dom adds softly, his eyelids quickly growing heavy, to the point that he can't hold them open any longer. "'m sleepy, Bills."
"Me too."
Dom sighs again when Billy dips his tongue into the hollow of his throat for a brief taste, still gently rocking, helping to lull Dom off to sleep as he floats on a cloud of sated bliss. It's only when Dom's breathing is deep and even that Billy carefully pulls out, but he doesn't get far, as Dom curls around him like a limpet. Smiling fondly, Billy cuddles Dom's lithe body to his chest and tugs the coverlet over their bare skin before surrendering to exhaustion.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Billy's whistling snore is filling the quiet when Dom shifts and absently scratches his nose in an effort to make the itch subside. The relief is temporary, however, and causes him to open his eyes, only to discover that the reason for the persistent tickle is that his face is pressed against Billy's furry chest. A moment later Dom is very aware that he's naked, very naked, and so is Billy, their bare bodies entwined under the coverlet.
Dom carefully shifts up onto one elbow, and the memories of last night come flooding back, thanks to the ache between his cheeks, the result of very thorough and satisfying shag.
"Oh my God."
The night certainly didn't end like Dom thought it would, that's for sure. When he left the pub, he'd expected to curl up in bed and have himself a good cry before dropping off to sleep. It was only after Billy had persisted in making him talk about what bothering him that Dom realized that he'd underestimated his best mate.
He's been a sniveling mess by the time he'd explained himself to Billy, hot tears stinging at his eyes, and then Billy was kissing him, petting him, and soothing away the sadness. The very last thing Dom could've ever imagined is being stretched out on his back, completely starkers and wantonly holding his legs open while frantically urging Billy to fuck him. Demanding it, even. Repeatedly.
"Oh fuck," Dom curses under his breath. "What have I done?"
The memories crash over Dom, one after another, each seeming more embarrassingly pathetic than the one before it. Billy had come by Dom's flat to check on him, and what he found was Dom crying like a big girl's blouse. He'd tried to offer comfort to his young friend, and instead ended up on the giving end of a pity fuck. Humiliation causes Dom's face to flush, and he starts to pull away, attempting to slip out of bed and escape a potentially awkward conversation when Billy awakens.
In the end, Dom's efforts are futile, because as he starts to shift back on the mattress, Billy's breath catches, and his eyelids flutter before opening.
"G'morning," Billy rasps as he reaches his arms above his head for a satisfying stretch and then yawns widely.
"Hey," Dom replies, swallowing hard and trying to appear casual about waking up naked with his best mate.
It's not the nudity itself that's the problem, as Dom was born completely devoid of modesty, or so his mother has told him on more occasions than he can count. It's the lying next to one's best mate, after what they did last night that's causing Dom's anxiety.
"What time is it?" Billy inquires, shifting and then frowning before lifting the coverlet to peer beneath it. "What the-?"
When Billy's bare leg comes into view, Dom sucks in a quick breath, unable to tear his eyes away. The reason for Billy's confusion is that his trousers and boxers are tangled around his ankle, as he'd only freed one leg in order to gain more leverage while they were having sex last night. Correction: So he could fuck Dom through the mattress and give him the most incredible orgasm of his bloody life. The bed moves slightly as Billy gives his leg a firm shake, dislodging the wrinkled clothing, and then the coverlet is settling over their bodies once again.
"It's not too late," Dom replies belatedly, remembering that Billy asked him a question. "Almost eight o'clock."
"I guess we both fell asleep early last night," Billy muses aloud, a gentle smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
Billy's shifting his head on the pillow when his gaze lands on Dom's stricken face, and his heart skips a beat at the distress in the younger man's eyes. Unless Billy is mistaken, his expression is one of deep regret. Last night they're raced over the line between friends and lovers with some rather spectacular sex, with no discussion as to how it was going to change things. Although he loathes the idea that he's caused his best mate more pain, Billy is forced to consider the possibility that Dom thinks of last night as a huge mistake.
"I'm sorry, Dommie," he says quietly, reaching out and laying his hand on Dom's bare shoulder. "You were so sad last night, and I wanted to make you feel better, not worse."
"No, it was very, uh, nice of you to try," Dom says awkwardly, wondering what the protocol is in saying thank you for sex. It's not the sort of thing that comes up in everyday conversation, at least not in his experience. "I'm sorry I lost it like that."
"It's okay," Billy tells him, trying to soothe as his hand slides higher until his fingers are stroking the nape of Dom's slender neck. "It happens to all of us. I'm just glad I was here."
Dom's face darkens in a deep blush, and he shifts uncomfortably, squirming away from Billy's touch. "You don't have to say that."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Billy asks, arching a speculative eyebrow.
"I just don't need pity," Dom blurts out, his expressive eyes downcast. "Especially after what we did last night. I never meant to impose on-"
"Now hold on one fecking minute," Billy interrupts firmly, shifting up onto his elbows as his brow furrows. "I wouldn't ruin our friendship for a bloody pity fuck, Dom. Give me a wee bit of credit for having more sense than that."
"I remember what happened last night, Billy," Dom protests weakly. "I practically ordered you to-"
Pushing himself into a sitting position with a frustrated growl, Billy cuts off Dom's words with a firm kiss, a small hand cupping the fragile curve of Dom's skull as he feasts on his best mate's lush mouth. Just like last night, a gasp of distress turns into a blissful sigh when Billy's pointy tongue traces the seam of Dom's lips, seeking entrance, and despite his increasing confusion as to the situation and the ramifications, Dom finds himself eagerly surrendering. A breathy whimper escapes when Billy draws Dom's pouty lower lip into his mouth and gently sucks on the sensuous curve, overwhelming him with pleasure.
"Bills-" Dom murmurs when they finally part, eyes dazed and dark with passion, but also still very confused. "I don't understand."
"I didn't do anything last night that I didn't want to do, Dommie," Billy tells him, gently possessive as he keeps his arms wrapped around the younger man's torso. "You were hurting and I wanted to help. I had to hold you, take care of you, and then when we started kissing-"
"I can't believe we had sex," Dom muses aloud, shaking his head. "It almost feels like a dream. You kissed me, and then I was starkers, and then you were-"
"Inside you," Billy supplies hoarsely, letting his index finger slide into the crease at the top of Dom's cheeks teasingly, resulting in Dom's breath catching. "Making you come."
The new couple nuzzles affectionately for a few moments, Dom tipping his head to one side to give Billy more room to work when he begins trailing kisses down the slender column of his neck.
"Bills-"
"Aye?"
"We should-" Dom pauses, trying to form the right words. "I mean, we probably-"
"What?"
Pulling back so their eyes meet, Billy waits patiently for Dom to speak.
"I can't be casual about this," Dom admits in a rush. "I mean, I know we're best mates and all, but-"
"I agree. Sex shouldn't be a casual thing, especially between friends," Billy supplies. "It can ruin things."
His words cause a twinge of sadness to sting Dom's heart as he realizes that last night was most likely a one time thing only. Deep down, part of him hoped that-
"I owe you an apology," Billy adds quietly, pulling Dom from his somber thoughts.
"What? Why?"
"Last night."
"Bills, trust me when I say that you have nothing to apologize for," Dom replies ruefully, watching Billy's face grow a wee bit pink.
"I didn't mean about that, exactly. It was clear to me that you enjoyed it."
"Then what?" Dom inquires.
"I forgot protection," Billy admits, his head dipping slightly. "I've never done that before, I swear to you. Never. I've always been safe. Last night, I was looking at you, touching you and wanting you so much that it just slipped my-"
The gentle touch of Dom's finger under his chin causes Billy to look up, and then their mouths are meeting again, Dom's glazed eyes fluttering closed as his tongue slides between Billy's parted lips. Hot breath caresses stubbly cheeks, this kiss more involved than the one before it, reminding both men of the passion they shared last night, hands roaming greedily over bare skin, stroking, rubbing and petting.
"I'll get tested," Billy murmurs when they part for much needed oxygen.
"You don't have to," Dom replies before diving in for another taste, pleased when Billy moans at the sensation of Dom's fingertip caressing a nipple into a stiff peak.
"But Dommie-"
Wiping his rosy, wet mouth with the back of his hand, Dom pulls back just enough until their eyes meet and gazes intently for a few moments. "Billy, I know you would never put me in danger. If you thought for one second that you could give me something, you wouldn't have touched me. I'd bet my life on that."
"Thank you for that, and your trust," Billy says softly, clearly touched. "But I'm still going to do it. Get tested, I mean. I can have it done when I'm in Scotland."
"Then I'll get tested, too."
"Have you ever gone bare with someone before?" Billy asks, the pad of his thumb sliding back and forth along the sharp curve of Dom's bare hip, stroking the warm skin.
"No," Dom whispers, his breath uneven and pulse thrumming erratically. "Have you? I mean intentionally."
"No."
"So I guess that only leaves one question," Dom muses aloud.
Billy frowns in confusion. "What's that?"
A seductive, inviting smile turns up the corners of Dom's crooked mouth, and his eyes darken to smoldering pools of lust. "Do you think you can do it again just as good?" he asks before slowly drawing his tongue over the pouty curve of his lower lip. "Or better?"
"Aye," Billy murmurs in reply. "I'm confident that I can rise to the occasion, as it were."
Transfixed, Billy watches the path of Dom's wicked tongue until his control shatters, and he suddenly lunges forward to fuse their mouths together. In seconds, Dom is flat on his back, writhing in ecstasy and clutching at Billy's muscled back, his long legs wrapping tightly around Billy's waist to keep him close. Lips meet and part in lusty, passionate kisses, and then the two are lost to the needs of their aroused bodies.
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The sun is much higher in the sky when Dom slowly awakens to the sensation of Billy's fingers sliding up through his tousled hair, and he sighs when a tender kiss is pressed to the vulnerable skin normally hidden by the silky strands at the nape of his neck. Billy's small hand continues lower, caressing his shoulders and then down the shallow groove of his spine, causing ripples of pleasure to flow through Dom's limbs. The touch is lazy and sensual, meant to gently tease Dom from his dreams and into the pleasant reality of them curled up together in Dom's bed, naked and sated from another round of shared passion.
Rolling over, Dom finds Billy watching him, a lazy smile gracing his features as his gaze wanders lower, admiring the view.
"Hi," Dom says softly as he slides forward and burrows into Billy's warm embrace.
"Hey." As the palm of his hand caresses the curve of Dom's lower back, Billy asks, "So, did I meet your expectations or do I need to work on things? Get better?"
"Bills, if you get any better in bed we're going to need defibrillators," Dom retorts and laughs as he brushes a kiss across Billy's parted lips. "Besides, I thought the begging and screaming orgasm would've answered that question."
"And here I was hoping we'd have to practice," Billy teases as his fingertip follows the sweet curve of Dom's arse. "A lot."
"Oh," Dom whispers, his breath suddenly unsteady, eyes dazed at Billy's words. "Well, if you wanted, I could come to Glasgow for a visit while we're back in the UK."
"Well, yeah," Billy tells him, his expression saying so much more than words could say. He not only wants to see Dom during their time away from New Zealand, he'd expected that they would. "We've got a month vacation from shooting. I want to see my Merry."
Dom can't hold back a grin. "Good."
"I can show you around Scotland ," Billy adds, letting his hand roam higher, fingers tracing the curves of Dom's ribs to where they meet his spine. He briefly cups a warm shoulder blade, gently drawing Dom closer and when they're finally pressed together completely, he resumes stroking the nape of Dom's neck. "There are a few places I want you to see."
"Oh?"
"Aye. Very exclusive."
"Okay." Dom smiles, but inside he's a wee bit disappointed. He's not all that interested in playing tourist or visiting museums while taking a break from filming. Then again, any time spent with Billy is bound to be enjoyable.
"There's one place that I really want you to see," Billy adds. "It's only open to a very select group. I spend a lot of time there, and I think you'd love it."
"Yeah?" Dom asks, feeling a bit more hopeful. "What is it?"
Without warning, Billy rolls over, urging Dom onto his back, their hips meeting and legs tangling together. "My bed."
The mere thought of spending extended periods of time alone with Billy, even in the vicinity of a bed causes Dom's heart to skip a beat, and unconsciously he arches his back, offering his body to the other man, his head rolling to one side when Billy's mouth makes contact with his throat.
"You thought I'd really have you come to Glasgow on our vacation and not do this to you?" Billy murmurs hotly, nipping at Dom's neck and soothing it with his tongue. At the same time, his fingertips are roaming over Dom's chest, seeking his most sensitive places, in order to arouse him even further.
"Nggh," is all Dom can manage for a reply, his breathing labored and heartbeat erratic.
"You really thought I was going to let you slip away?" Billy asks incredulously before dipping his head and drawing a nipple into his mouth for a lazy, sensuous suck that doesn't end until Dom is writhing and whimpering.
"You're trying to kill me," Dom pants, dizzy from the tender torture of Billy's touch. "Death by orgasm."
"Now there's a way to go," Billy replies with a smile. "But seriously, you really thought that I could go a month without seeing you? Touching you?"
"I'm a fuckwit," Dom reminds him, his expression soft, clearly moved by Billy's words.
"Aye, you are that," Billy agrees as he chuckles. "But you're my fuckwit."
Dom laughs as well, and laces their fingers together before brushing his lips across Billy's knuckles. "So what happens next?"
"I don't know," Billy replies honestly. "But we can figure it out together."
"Together," Dom repeats, and seals the promise with a kiss.
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fin
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Under Billy’s watchful eye, Dom’s attempt to conceal a painful secret fails, and the revelation leads to something unexpected that will have long lasting effects on their friendship.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine. Hurry back online,
frojane. I miss you.Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. *sigh* Damn. This is my imagination as work.
A/N: Thanks to
surreality_fan for helping me find the ending to this idea and for the encouragement.A/N 2: :::waves::: It’s been a while. Hopefully I’ll be posting more regularly soon. In the meantime . . . enjoy.
On the eve of a well deserved month long vacation from filming, the Fellowship and some members of the crew gather at the local pub to have a farewell dinner, knowing that it'll be some time before they'll be able to do it again. Laughter and music is in abundance, alcohol is flowing freely, and the mood is light, at least, for most of the attendees. The one exception is Dom, who spends over an hour and a half forcing himself to nurse a beer and smile as he says goodbye to people, and then, when nobody is looking, he slips away, so he doesn't spoil the festivities.
All week, Dom has been dreading this night, but he's worked very hard to hide his feelings on the matter, especially when everyone else is happy about the much needed break. He doesn't want to bring anyone down, so leaving early seems like the best thing to do. At the door he pauses to watch Orlando, Elijah and Billy make a toast and clink glasses, and then he turns and walks into the night. It's unlikely that his absence will be noticed, especially with so many people celebrating.
During the slow walk home, Dom gazes up at the stars above, trying to immerse himself in the happy memories of New Zealand, in a desperate attempt to ward off the sadness that's enveloping him. Part of him longs to call home to England, and talk to his Mum, but Dom resists the urge, and instead changes into a comfortable pair of yoga pants and his favorite t-shirt. He then sits on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest and stares out the window at the night sky. Restful sleep remains elusive, as it has for the last few days now, and Dom measures the passage of time by the air he takes into his lungs, in slow, even breaths.
More than anything, Dom wishes he didn't feel so sad.
It's during a lull in conversation that Billy realizes he hasn't seen his best mate in a while, and sets his tumbler of scotch down on the table before scanning the crowded room. When he's unable to locate the younger man, he frowns, wondering where Dom would've gone.
"Who are you looking for?" Elijah asks over the rim of his beer stein.
"Dom."
"Loo?" Orlando suggests with an arched eyebrow. "Too much to drink, maybe?"
"I'm going to go check," Billy decides, and pushes himself up from his chair, suddenly worried that his best mate is in distress, and he's not there to help.
It's become habit for the Hobbits to hang out together, on and off set, especially in Dom's case. He and Billy are seen together so often that some members of the crew like to take the piss a bit, referring to them as one, instead of two. The fact that Dom is not with them on the last night they'll spend as a group strikes Billy as odd, and rather out of character for the affectionate Englishman. He checks the loo, even calls out Dom's name in the event he's in a stall, but isn't successful in finding his Merry.
A frown now furrows Billy's brow as he moves away from the toilets and begins a more thorough search of the crowd, asking a few people if they've seen Dom lately. The cast and crew from Rings have all but taken over the pub tonight, so he has plenty of people to talk to. Billy's more than halfway around the room when he finally receives a promising lead.
"Yeah, I saw him step outside for some air about an hour ago," Viggo tells the Scotsman, and then arches a speculative eyebrow. "I haven't seen him since, come to think of it."
"Thanks."
With his mind made up, Billy stops by the table to say goodbye to Elijah and Orlando, and then scoops up his jacket before disappearing into the night, determined to find Dom, and discover the reason for his disappearance. He's noticed that Dom has been a wee bit off in recent days, but attributed it to the excitement of going home for the first time in months. As he walks briskly towards Dom's flat, Billy is forced to consider that perhaps he was wrong, and that there's another reason for Dom's odd behavior.
The melancholy Dom felt at the farewell party has only increased since he left the pub, and a heavy ache is now growing in his chest, traitorous tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. The knowledge that the separation is only for a short while doesn't seem to matter, and does little to comfort him, because he knows that even that reunion will only be temporary. Time moves so quickly, and all too soon, this incredible experience will be coming to an end. They'll have to say goodbye. Dom is so caught up in his thoughts and misery that he doesn't hear the front door open, or the soft footsteps padding down the hall toward his bedroom. When a small hand touches his shoulder, Dom yelps in surprise, his heart suddenly racing, his breath quickening.
"Sorry," Billy offers as an apology as he sinks down on the edge of the mussed bed, his head tipping to one side as he observes the younger man.
"What are you doing here?" Dom asks awkwardly, swallowing the hard lump in his throat.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," Billy replies matter-of-factly. "I looked for you at the pub, but you were gone. Why did you leave without telling anyone?"
"I'm just tired," Dom says evasively, shifting his gaze and looking out the window again. "You should go back. Have some fun. People start catching their flights home first thing in the morning."
A few seconds later, the hairs on the back of his neck rise to stand on end, and Dom realizes that Billy is staring at him rather intently. The room is quiet, except for their breathing, and Dom is horrified when his eyes start to fill, causing him to blink rapidly in an effort to clear his vision before Billy notices.
"You're a bloody good actor, Dom, but a shite liar," Billy says finally.
"I'm fine," Dom insists, fighting hard to control the wobble in his voice. "You-"
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong," Billy interrupts firmly, and then heels off his shoes before settling into a comfortable position on the bed.
"Billy-"
"Take as long as you like," the older man adds gently. "I'm not in a hurry."
"Everyone's happy about going on holiday," Dom begins finally, unable to hold back a heavy sigh. "Except me."
"I thought you'd love to get back to the UK, see your Mum and Dad for a spell," Billy says, recalling the last time Dom had a bout of homesickness and had become withdrawn. It had been a particularly difficult week of shooting, and the emotional upheaval had taken its toll on the younger man, resulting in him opting out of a trip to the pub on a Saturday night. That had been the red flag, and it was Billy who'd been able to offer comfort, keeping Dom company and distracting him with Monty Python movies. "I'm sure they're looking forward to having you home," he adds.
"I- I just can't help thinking- Oh, never mind," Dom replies hesitantly and then loses his nerve. "I'm fine."
"No, you're not," Billy corrects, shifting closer and starting to rub the tense muscles in Dom's slender back. "It just occurs to me that I haven't seen your eyes smiling except on camera all week. That's not like you."
For a brief moment, Dom meets Billy's caring gaze, and then averts his eyes, cursing himself that he didn't do a better job of maintaining a happy façade. The rhythm of Billy's hand is soothing as it moves in a slow circle between his shoulder blades, and finally, Dom gives in.
"Everyone's saying goodbye, but it's not that hard, because we'll be back in a month, so it's really a 'see you later' kind of thing," Dom explains quietly. "You know?"
"Aye."
"But soon, it'll be for real," Dom continues, clearly disheartened. "There'll be another farewell party, people saying goodbye, but it'll mean it's all over, and we're leaving New Zealand, for good."
"Dommie-"
"I'm not denying that it's been hard sometimes, being so far from home, but I really do love it here," Dom interrupts, forcing the words out while he can. "Being here, with the things I've learned and the people I've met; it's been the most amazing time of my life. I don't want to think about it ending."
As he finishes, a fresh wave of hot tears well up in Dom's eyes, and he's forced to brush them away with the back of his hand to prevent them from falling, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Oh, Dom," Billy says gently, shifting on the coverlet and sliding closer. "It won't be the end of everything. We'll still see each other when we're promoting the films, and more than likely have to come back here for some re-shoots as well. We'll see New Zealand again."
"I know," Dom admits miserably, sighing heavily and briefly rubbing the back of his neck. "But this here, tonight, feels like the beginning of the end."
At the sight of Dom's red-rimmed, watery eyes, Billy's heart pangs in sympathy, and he tugs the younger man further into his embrace, holding him tenderly. "You're worried that it'll be the end of the friendships you've made here, aren't you? That you and I won't be friends anymore."
"You're my best mate, Bills," Dom whispers. "I couldn't have made it this far without you."
"I'm glad to hear you say that you want to be friends after Rings is finished," Billy says, rubbing his cheek against Dom's dark blonde hair. "Because I do, too."
"Yeah?"
"I'm hoping that we'll be friends for the rest of our lives, actually," Billy adds, watching with a gentle smile as Dom looks up to meet his gaze with wet eyelashes.
"I'd like that. A lot."
"Rings is going to end eventually, there's no stopping that, but as long as we're mates, part of it will go on, won't it?"
"Yeah," Dom rasps in agreement, slowly nodding his head.
"Now, was that so hard?" Billy teases softly. "If we were at the pub I could've bought you a pint to toast our lifelong friendship."
"You're relentless," Dom complains with a mock pout, inordinately touched that Billy came to find him, to ensure that he was all right, and made him talk it out.
Completely deadpan, Billy replies, "No, I'm Scottish."
A sharp burst of laughter pushes past Dom's lips, followed immediately by a harsh sob as he unexpectedly loses the fragile hold on his control. The tears Dom's been fighting back all week are released without warning, and instinctively he covers his face with shaking hands, trying to hide how vulnerable he feels right now. Before Dom can pull away, Billy wraps his arms around the younger man and pulls him tightly to his chest, rocking back and forth ever so gently.
"You've worked yourself up into quite a state, haven't you, Dommie?" he inquires, saddened by the harsh sobs wracking his friend's lithe body.
"Sorry," is Dom's muffled reply, embarrassed by his loss of control, but unable to stop the waves of emotion crashing over him. "I'm such a fuckwit."
"What?"
"I said I'm a fuckwit," Dom repeats, turning his head so his cheek is pressed to Billy's chest, his hair tickling Billy's neck.
"A daftie, maybe," Billy replies fondly, smiling for a moment. "That's all."
"You should go back to the pub," Dom chokes out, scrubbing at his eyes and sniffling as he desperately tries to pull himself together.
"What? Do you honestly expect me to leave you alone when you're like this?" Billy asks in astonishment.
"I've already made a complete arse of myself tonight," Dom says hoarsely. "I'm sure the last thing you want is me, blubbering on your shoulder like a big-"
Dom feels Billy's small hand cup his scruffy cheek, and then his self-deprecating words are cut off by a soft mouth closing over his in an unexpected kiss. The sensation of Billy's thumb sliding up and down the side of his throat causes Dom's anxiety about the situation start to dissipate, and a lingering sob that pushes past his lips gives way to a breathy sigh as his eyelids flutter closed. Just moments ago, Dom was trying to push Billy away, and now a new feeling of comfort and relaxation is rippling through his limbs, softening his resolve. A shaking hand slides up Billy's bicep, and then Dom's gripping a handful of fabric to steady himself as the intimate contact gently deepens, driving all thoughts but kissing and Billy from his mind.
"Bills-" he murmurs against the other man's mouth as a strong hand splays across his slender back, silently urging him forward.
While kissing Dom was an impulse, a way to distract him from the pain he was in, Billy now finds himself unexpectedly enjoying the act of snogging his best mate, and now that they're wrapped up in one another, he doesn't want to let Dom go. He wants to keep kissing Dom, keep touching him, and find other ways to make Dom feel good.
"Dommie?" he pants breathlessly, his pointy tongue sliding along the seam of Dom's parted lips in a tender caress, hungry for more. "Do you want-"
A lusty growl interrupts Billy's question, and a growing erection is pressed against his thigh as evidence that he's not the only one aroused, causing Billy to surrender to the lust rushing though his body.
The sadness Dom's been battling all week is no match for the incredible pleasure being bestowed upon him by Billy's sensuous, cherubic lips, and he opens his mouth wider as an invitation for more, inordinately pleased when Billy eagerly responds. When small hands slide deftly under Dom's rucked up t-shirt and nudges it higher, exposing Dom's smooth chest and pert nipples to the moonlight streaming through the window, he moans loudly and arches his back.
"More," Dom begs shamelessly as he wriggles, desperate for Billy's touch.
Cradling the younger man against him, Billy carefully guides them to lay back on the bed, worshiping Dom's now swollen mouth with long, wet, passionate kisses while he strokes Dom's flat stomach, a fingertip dipping into his sensitive belly button to tease.
"Mmm, yeah," Dom murmurs in encouragement, writhing with unrestrained pleasure when Billy slowly begins easing his yoga pants lower, revealing one sharp hipbone and then the other, and a tantalizing treasure trail in the center.
A frustrated growl fills the heated air when Billy tears his mouth away from Dom's to drag the younger man's t-shirt over his head, and he pauses when their eyes lock, entranced by the passion reflected in Dom's expressive eyes. Almost shyly, Dom rolls his head to one side and looks up at Billy from beneath long eyelashes, his breath catching at the desire he sees.
"Touch me," Billy requests hoarsely, and then moans with pleasure when Dom attacks the buttons of his shirt with gusto as they resume kissing.
Eagerly, Dom peels the fabric back to reveal the pale skin beneath, his greedy fingers sliding through the ginger hair covering Billy's chest, and he groans in appreciation of the texture, nipping hotly at Billy's throat as his hands roam lower to cup both cheeks of Billy's arse.
When their hips meet and two throbbing erections are trapped between their aroused bodies, Billy thrusts his tongue deep into Dom's mouth, tasting him as they roll onto their sides, clinging to one another. It's as Billy is guiding a long leg around his waist that he feels something jabbing at his ribs, causing him to pull back to investigate and he smiles when a groan of protest fills the heated air.
"Come back here," Dom commands breathlessly, pushing Billy's shirt off one shoulder and then kissing the exposed skin, his lips sliding up the side of Billy's neck to nibble on his earlobe.
Clearly having other priorities at the moment, Billy pushes the offending item out of the way without finding out what it is in the low light and dives in for another sampling of Dom's sensuous mouth while the younger man continues to eagerly divest him of his shirt.
"Help me," Billy requests with a growl of frustration when the material gets caught at his elbows, limiting his range of motion and the area of Dom's lithe body that he can reach.
A swift yank on Dom's part frees Billy, and before he can express his thanks, Dom is rolling them over until their positions are reversed, lips meeting and parting in passionate kisses. The couple writhes together lustily, and Dom moans in enjoyment when Billy's hands move over his hips, dragging the stretchy material of his yoga pants over the curve of his arse, revealing a wee bit more of his nudity. Billy squeezes and strokes the roundness repeatedly; growing more aroused at the sounds Dom is making, and the rhythmic rocking of his hips.
Dom's elegant fingers tease at Billy's fly until finally, with a softly uttered curse; Billy rolls them over again and sits back on his haunches. His smoldering green eyes remain locked on Dom's face as he waits for Dom's assent, and then grabs fistfuls of cloth, inching it down Dom's lean thighs, exposing the Englishman's body completely to his hungry gaze, bathed in soft blue light. The intense desire in Billy's expression steals Dom's voice, so after his feet are freed, Dom wordlessly parts his knees wide and splays a hand over his now quivering belly.
"Bills-"
Lunging forward, Billy's mouth covers his in a ravishing kiss while small fingers wrap around Dom's throbbing erection briefly, resulting in the other man bucking up with a ragged cry at the intimate contact. Finesse is lost as they rut together wildly, Billy's trousers ripped open and shoved down by Dom's desperate hands, and then Dom is crying out in protest when Billy drags his swollen mouth away.
"Shhh," Billy soothes, trailing moist kisses down the center of Dom's chest, not stopping until his tongue is thrusting in and out of Dom's navel in a seductive rhythm.
"Mmm-fuck," Dom moans, carding his fingers through Billy's ginger hair and rocking his hips up so his arousal rubs against Billy's furry chest. "Don't stop-"
Billy is shifting back when his fingers close around the object he discarded earlier, and after realizing that it's lubricant, he pours some into his palm to warm it before drawing his fingers along Dom's rigid length in a tantalizing caress.
"You're so hard," he murmurs reverently, gazing at what his touch has done, the pleasure he's lavished on Dom.
"Need to come," Dom grounds out as he bucks up into Billy's loose fist, again and again, his breath uneven.
A particularly eager thrust dislodges Billy's hold on his erection, and when slick fingers slide between his cheeks and brush against his tight entrance, Dom's hands clutch at the coverlet beneath him as a ragged whimper of pleasure pushes past his lips.
"Oh yeah," he moans. "Right there."
It's all the invitation Billy needs as he braces his weight on his free arm and brings their lips together again, his hand and tongue working in tandem to drive Dom right to the edge of blissful release. One, two and then three fingers are used in quick succession to stretch the tight ring of muscle, Dom mewling and writhing in barely restrained ecstasy, begging for more and rocking his hips.
"You're so tight," Billy whispers hotly, curling his fingers forward to pet the spongy, sensitive spot inside Dom and smiling at the cries of pleasure that Dom can't contain.
Distantly, Billy feels Dom's hands at his hips, his trousers and boxers being shoved down to his knees so his throbbing arousal can rub against the curve of Dom's arse, and then he's drawing on every ounce of strength he has to hold himself back.
"Fuck me," Dom requests shamelessly, panting against Billy's rosy lips as he pulls his knees to his chest. "Please. Now."
When Dom's elegant fingers wrap around Billy and squeeze him gently, lust and passion shatters all semblance of coherency. In what feels like the blink of an eye, Billy's fingers are withdrawn and the leaking head of his aching erection is poised at Dom's stretched entrance, Dom tenderly caressing him.
"C'mon," he encourages, trying to drawn Billy closer, his chest heaving. "I'm ready."
With their eyes locked, Billy carefully rocks his hips forward, breaching Dom as gently as possible, and pressing into the hot, wet heat until he's buried to the hilt, watching as Dom's eyes widen at the sensation of being completely filled. Being inside Dom is nothing short of perfection for Billy, the younger man uninhibited in his enjoyment, passionate moans of ecstasy filling the air as Billy slowly begins to move. At first it's a gentle rocking, while he ensures that Dom is comfortable, and when Dom's long legs tighten around Billy's waist, he pauses.
"Nooo," Dom moans as he wriggles in frustration. "Don't stop." Before Billy can say a word, the other man reaches above his head and braces his hands against the headboard, pushing himself down. "Fuck me," he repeats.
Helpless to resist such a request, Billy takes a firm hold of Dom's hips and begins to thrust in long, deep strokes, the pace and intensity growing quickly. The intoxicating vision of Dom writhing lustily beneath him robs Billy of his coherency, and the box springs of the mattress groan in protest when he leans over the other man and quickens his pace. The change in position results in Billy's arousal pressing firmly against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Dom, who thrashes wildly as their bodies rut together passionately, Billy jackhammering his hips and increasing their pleasure.
"Yes!" Dom cries out as his long fingers clutch at Billy's well muscled back. "Right there."
Damp skin slides back and forth, creating delicious friction, and Billy groans when Dom arches his back to bring their chests together just as blunt fingernails drag down his back to his rocking hips. Mewling shamelessly, Dom's head rolls from side to side as he voices his enjoyment of the intimate act, gasping against Billy's wet mouth as they continue to exchange kisses between body shuddering thrusts.
"Hold on a second," Billy pants breathlessly, ceasing his movement without warning.
"Don't stop," Dom begs as he unconsciously tightens his legs around Billy's waist.
"My trousers," Billy explains, and reaches down with one hand in an attempt to free his left leg from the confining fabric. "Almost got it- there!"
Shifting his knees further apart so he's got better leverage on the mattress, Billy smiles and gives Dom a deep, teasing thrust, pleased when it robs Dom's of his ability to speak. In response, Dom parts his long legs wide and gazes up at him with smoldering eyes, fingertips smearing the fluid leaking from his erection on his heaving belly, not surprised in the least when Billy growls at the erotic sight. Dom barely has time to lick his lips and then Billy's mouth is covering his, hips thrusting faster and harder than before, the older man all but pounding Dom's willing, lithe body into the mattress.
Relentlessly, Billy rocks back and forth, sliding in long and deep, tormenting Dom's sweet spot with every flutter of movement. The sensation is so overwhelming that all Dom can do is hold on as a powerful orgasm rises up in him like a tidal wave, and it's only when he feels his hot release coating his stomach in gut-curling spurts that he realizes the keening sound filling the air is coming from him. Stars explode like fireworks behind his eyes, stealing his breath, and Dom has no choice but to surrender as he's flung out into the heavens, Billy's rhythm not faltering for even a second.
"Oh fuck, yes!" Dom sobs out, arching his back and submissively offering his body, fervently hoping that this incredible feeling can last forever.
When he finally comes back to himself, limbs the consistency of melted wax, Dom draws on the shredded remains of his mind, trying to form words to convey how he's feeling, but when he looks down, he's rendered speechless. He can't speak; he can only stare at the intoxicating vision before him of their entwined bodies bathed in soft blue moonlight. His long legs are caught up in the crooks of Billy's elbows to hold his lean thighs open wide, and Billy's impressive erection is sliding in and out of his slick entrance at a frantic pace, Billy's face flushed with exertion.
"Come," Dom whispers hoarsely, reaching up with a trembling hand to caress Billy's scruffy cheek. "I want to see you come in me."
Gripping Dom's narrow hips with both hands, Billy slams their bodies together one last time and lefts himself go with a mighty shout, warm, intimate fluid spurting inside Dom in long pulses. Utterly spent, he sinks down into Dom's waiting arms, the couple exchanging soft, lazy kisses while Billy continues to rock his hips, just enough to tease.
"Fuck me," Dom sighs, rolling his head to one side when Billy starts to nibble at his damp neck. "That was brilliant."
"Aye," Billy agrees breathlessly.
"So good," Dom adds softly, his eyelids quickly growing heavy, to the point that he can't hold them open any longer. "'m sleepy, Bills."
"Me too."
Dom sighs again when Billy dips his tongue into the hollow of his throat for a brief taste, still gently rocking, helping to lull Dom off to sleep as he floats on a cloud of sated bliss. It's only when Dom's breathing is deep and even that Billy carefully pulls out, but he doesn't get far, as Dom curls around him like a limpet. Smiling fondly, Billy cuddles Dom's lithe body to his chest and tugs the coverlet over their bare skin before surrendering to exhaustion.
Billy's whistling snore is filling the quiet when Dom shifts and absently scratches his nose in an effort to make the itch subside. The relief is temporary, however, and causes him to open his eyes, only to discover that the reason for the persistent tickle is that his face is pressed against Billy's furry chest. A moment later Dom is very aware that he's naked, very naked, and so is Billy, their bare bodies entwined under the coverlet.
Dom carefully shifts up onto one elbow, and the memories of last night come flooding back, thanks to the ache between his cheeks, the result of very thorough and satisfying shag.
"Oh my God."
The night certainly didn't end like Dom thought it would, that's for sure. When he left the pub, he'd expected to curl up in bed and have himself a good cry before dropping off to sleep. It was only after Billy had persisted in making him talk about what bothering him that Dom realized that he'd underestimated his best mate.
He's been a sniveling mess by the time he'd explained himself to Billy, hot tears stinging at his eyes, and then Billy was kissing him, petting him, and soothing away the sadness. The very last thing Dom could've ever imagined is being stretched out on his back, completely starkers and wantonly holding his legs open while frantically urging Billy to fuck him. Demanding it, even. Repeatedly.
"Oh fuck," Dom curses under his breath. "What have I done?"
The memories crash over Dom, one after another, each seeming more embarrassingly pathetic than the one before it. Billy had come by Dom's flat to check on him, and what he found was Dom crying like a big girl's blouse. He'd tried to offer comfort to his young friend, and instead ended up on the giving end of a pity fuck. Humiliation causes Dom's face to flush, and he starts to pull away, attempting to slip out of bed and escape a potentially awkward conversation when Billy awakens.
In the end, Dom's efforts are futile, because as he starts to shift back on the mattress, Billy's breath catches, and his eyelids flutter before opening.
"G'morning," Billy rasps as he reaches his arms above his head for a satisfying stretch and then yawns widely.
"Hey," Dom replies, swallowing hard and trying to appear casual about waking up naked with his best mate.
It's not the nudity itself that's the problem, as Dom was born completely devoid of modesty, or so his mother has told him on more occasions than he can count. It's the lying next to one's best mate, after what they did last night that's causing Dom's anxiety.
"What time is it?" Billy inquires, shifting and then frowning before lifting the coverlet to peer beneath it. "What the-?"
When Billy's bare leg comes into view, Dom sucks in a quick breath, unable to tear his eyes away. The reason for Billy's confusion is that his trousers and boxers are tangled around his ankle, as he'd only freed one leg in order to gain more leverage while they were having sex last night. Correction: So he could fuck Dom through the mattress and give him the most incredible orgasm of his bloody life. The bed moves slightly as Billy gives his leg a firm shake, dislodging the wrinkled clothing, and then the coverlet is settling over their bodies once again.
"It's not too late," Dom replies belatedly, remembering that Billy asked him a question. "Almost eight o'clock."
"I guess we both fell asleep early last night," Billy muses aloud, a gentle smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
Billy's shifting his head on the pillow when his gaze lands on Dom's stricken face, and his heart skips a beat at the distress in the younger man's eyes. Unless Billy is mistaken, his expression is one of deep regret. Last night they're raced over the line between friends and lovers with some rather spectacular sex, with no discussion as to how it was going to change things. Although he loathes the idea that he's caused his best mate more pain, Billy is forced to consider the possibility that Dom thinks of last night as a huge mistake.
"I'm sorry, Dommie," he says quietly, reaching out and laying his hand on Dom's bare shoulder. "You were so sad last night, and I wanted to make you feel better, not worse."
"No, it was very, uh, nice of you to try," Dom says awkwardly, wondering what the protocol is in saying thank you for sex. It's not the sort of thing that comes up in everyday conversation, at least not in his experience. "I'm sorry I lost it like that."
"It's okay," Billy tells him, trying to soothe as his hand slides higher until his fingers are stroking the nape of Dom's slender neck. "It happens to all of us. I'm just glad I was here."
Dom's face darkens in a deep blush, and he shifts uncomfortably, squirming away from Billy's touch. "You don't have to say that."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Billy asks, arching a speculative eyebrow.
"I just don't need pity," Dom blurts out, his expressive eyes downcast. "Especially after what we did last night. I never meant to impose on-"
"Now hold on one fecking minute," Billy interrupts firmly, shifting up onto his elbows as his brow furrows. "I wouldn't ruin our friendship for a bloody pity fuck, Dom. Give me a wee bit of credit for having more sense than that."
"I remember what happened last night, Billy," Dom protests weakly. "I practically ordered you to-"
Pushing himself into a sitting position with a frustrated growl, Billy cuts off Dom's words with a firm kiss, a small hand cupping the fragile curve of Dom's skull as he feasts on his best mate's lush mouth. Just like last night, a gasp of distress turns into a blissful sigh when Billy's pointy tongue traces the seam of Dom's lips, seeking entrance, and despite his increasing confusion as to the situation and the ramifications, Dom finds himself eagerly surrendering. A breathy whimper escapes when Billy draws Dom's pouty lower lip into his mouth and gently sucks on the sensuous curve, overwhelming him with pleasure.
"Bills-" Dom murmurs when they finally part, eyes dazed and dark with passion, but also still very confused. "I don't understand."
"I didn't do anything last night that I didn't want to do, Dommie," Billy tells him, gently possessive as he keeps his arms wrapped around the younger man's torso. "You were hurting and I wanted to help. I had to hold you, take care of you, and then when we started kissing-"
"I can't believe we had sex," Dom muses aloud, shaking his head. "It almost feels like a dream. You kissed me, and then I was starkers, and then you were-"
"Inside you," Billy supplies hoarsely, letting his index finger slide into the crease at the top of Dom's cheeks teasingly, resulting in Dom's breath catching. "Making you come."
The new couple nuzzles affectionately for a few moments, Dom tipping his head to one side to give Billy more room to work when he begins trailing kisses down the slender column of his neck.
"Bills-"
"Aye?"
"We should-" Dom pauses, trying to form the right words. "I mean, we probably-"
"What?"
Pulling back so their eyes meet, Billy waits patiently for Dom to speak.
"I can't be casual about this," Dom admits in a rush. "I mean, I know we're best mates and all, but-"
"I agree. Sex shouldn't be a casual thing, especially between friends," Billy supplies. "It can ruin things."
His words cause a twinge of sadness to sting Dom's heart as he realizes that last night was most likely a one time thing only. Deep down, part of him hoped that-
"I owe you an apology," Billy adds quietly, pulling Dom from his somber thoughts.
"What? Why?"
"Last night."
"Bills, trust me when I say that you have nothing to apologize for," Dom replies ruefully, watching Billy's face grow a wee bit pink.
"I didn't mean about that, exactly. It was clear to me that you enjoyed it."
"Then what?" Dom inquires.
"I forgot protection," Billy admits, his head dipping slightly. "I've never done that before, I swear to you. Never. I've always been safe. Last night, I was looking at you, touching you and wanting you so much that it just slipped my-"
The gentle touch of Dom's finger under his chin causes Billy to look up, and then their mouths are meeting again, Dom's glazed eyes fluttering closed as his tongue slides between Billy's parted lips. Hot breath caresses stubbly cheeks, this kiss more involved than the one before it, reminding both men of the passion they shared last night, hands roaming greedily over bare skin, stroking, rubbing and petting.
"I'll get tested," Billy murmurs when they part for much needed oxygen.
"You don't have to," Dom replies before diving in for another taste, pleased when Billy moans at the sensation of Dom's fingertip caressing a nipple into a stiff peak.
"But Dommie-"
Wiping his rosy, wet mouth with the back of his hand, Dom pulls back just enough until their eyes meet and gazes intently for a few moments. "Billy, I know you would never put me in danger. If you thought for one second that you could give me something, you wouldn't have touched me. I'd bet my life on that."
"Thank you for that, and your trust," Billy says softly, clearly touched. "But I'm still going to do it. Get tested, I mean. I can have it done when I'm in Scotland."
"Then I'll get tested, too."
"Have you ever gone bare with someone before?" Billy asks, the pad of his thumb sliding back and forth along the sharp curve of Dom's bare hip, stroking the warm skin.
"No," Dom whispers, his breath uneven and pulse thrumming erratically. "Have you? I mean intentionally."
"No."
"So I guess that only leaves one question," Dom muses aloud.
Billy frowns in confusion. "What's that?"
A seductive, inviting smile turns up the corners of Dom's crooked mouth, and his eyes darken to smoldering pools of lust. "Do you think you can do it again just as good?" he asks before slowly drawing his tongue over the pouty curve of his lower lip. "Or better?"
"Aye," Billy murmurs in reply. "I'm confident that I can rise to the occasion, as it were."
Transfixed, Billy watches the path of Dom's wicked tongue until his control shatters, and he suddenly lunges forward to fuse their mouths together. In seconds, Dom is flat on his back, writhing in ecstasy and clutching at Billy's muscled back, his long legs wrapping tightly around Billy's waist to keep him close. Lips meet and part in lusty, passionate kisses, and then the two are lost to the needs of their aroused bodies.
The sun is much higher in the sky when Dom slowly awakens to the sensation of Billy's fingers sliding up through his tousled hair, and he sighs when a tender kiss is pressed to the vulnerable skin normally hidden by the silky strands at the nape of his neck. Billy's small hand continues lower, caressing his shoulders and then down the shallow groove of his spine, causing ripples of pleasure to flow through Dom's limbs. The touch is lazy and sensual, meant to gently tease Dom from his dreams and into the pleasant reality of them curled up together in Dom's bed, naked and sated from another round of shared passion.
Rolling over, Dom finds Billy watching him, a lazy smile gracing his features as his gaze wanders lower, admiring the view.
"Hi," Dom says softly as he slides forward and burrows into Billy's warm embrace.
"Hey." As the palm of his hand caresses the curve of Dom's lower back, Billy asks, "So, did I meet your expectations or do I need to work on things? Get better?"
"Bills, if you get any better in bed we're going to need defibrillators," Dom retorts and laughs as he brushes a kiss across Billy's parted lips. "Besides, I thought the begging and screaming orgasm would've answered that question."
"And here I was hoping we'd have to practice," Billy teases as his fingertip follows the sweet curve of Dom's arse. "A lot."
"Oh," Dom whispers, his breath suddenly unsteady, eyes dazed at Billy's words. "Well, if you wanted, I could come to Glasgow for a visit while we're back in the UK."
"Well, yeah," Billy tells him, his expression saying so much more than words could say. He not only wants to see Dom during their time away from New Zealand, he'd expected that they would. "We've got a month vacation from shooting. I want to see my Merry."
Dom can't hold back a grin. "Good."
"I can show you around Scotland ," Billy adds, letting his hand roam higher, fingers tracing the curves of Dom's ribs to where they meet his spine. He briefly cups a warm shoulder blade, gently drawing Dom closer and when they're finally pressed together completely, he resumes stroking the nape of Dom's neck. "There are a few places I want you to see."
"Oh?"
"Aye. Very exclusive."
"Okay." Dom smiles, but inside he's a wee bit disappointed. He's not all that interested in playing tourist or visiting museums while taking a break from filming. Then again, any time spent with Billy is bound to be enjoyable.
"There's one place that I really want you to see," Billy adds. "It's only open to a very select group. I spend a lot of time there, and I think you'd love it."
"Yeah?" Dom asks, feeling a bit more hopeful. "What is it?"
Without warning, Billy rolls over, urging Dom onto his back, their hips meeting and legs tangling together. "My bed."
The mere thought of spending extended periods of time alone with Billy, even in the vicinity of a bed causes Dom's heart to skip a beat, and unconsciously he arches his back, offering his body to the other man, his head rolling to one side when Billy's mouth makes contact with his throat.
"You thought I'd really have you come to Glasgow on our vacation and not do this to you?" Billy murmurs hotly, nipping at Dom's neck and soothing it with his tongue. At the same time, his fingertips are roaming over Dom's chest, seeking his most sensitive places, in order to arouse him even further.
"Nggh," is all Dom can manage for a reply, his breathing labored and heartbeat erratic.
"You really thought I was going to let you slip away?" Billy asks incredulously before dipping his head and drawing a nipple into his mouth for a lazy, sensuous suck that doesn't end until Dom is writhing and whimpering.
"You're trying to kill me," Dom pants, dizzy from the tender torture of Billy's touch. "Death by orgasm."
"Now there's a way to go," Billy replies with a smile. "But seriously, you really thought that I could go a month without seeing you? Touching you?"
"I'm a fuckwit," Dom reminds him, his expression soft, clearly moved by Billy's words.
"Aye, you are that," Billy agrees as he chuckles. "But you're my fuckwit."
Dom laughs as well, and laces their fingers together before brushing his lips across Billy's knuckles. "So what happens next?"
"I don't know," Billy replies honestly. "But we can figure it out together."
"Together," Dom repeats, and seals the promise with a kiss.
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Nice to see you back.
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So glad to be back. I've missed it here...
Thanks again. :)
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And this line is just brilliance:
"You're relentless," Dom complains with a mock pout, inordinately touched that Billy came to find him, to ensure that he was all right, and made him talk it out.
Completely deadpan, Billy replies, "No, I'm Scottish."
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the loving talk of close friends
That's what I was going for. You summed it up perfectly.
I love that line, too. :)
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I loved reading this - so much of it rings true about the relationship between these two. I had to laugh at the part about Dom being born 'completely devoid of modesty' - truer words were never spoken.
It'll be interesting to hear Dom spin tunes on the radio this afternoon - can't wait to hear what he picks out.
Hope to see more from you soon - it's been way too long!
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I'm so pleased you liked the modesty line. I was rather fond of it myself and thought it suited Dom to a T. Thank you very much. :)
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May I friend you? *hugs you*
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As for friending, the more the merrier. :)
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Can't say much more than that at the moment...
But yeah. I totally completely ♥ you :)
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I'm very pleased that you enjoyed. Thanks again. :)
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this fic is like a warm blanket and a cup of hot cocoa on a cold rainy day.
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Mmmmm. Now I want chocolate.
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You packed so many intense emotions into the same fic. And all completely realized and realistic. You amaze me.
It was, per your usual, extremely hot. Damn woman. I love the way you write sex!
It's so good to see you back. My heart went pitter patter when I saw something new from you.
Very well done, sweetie. I'm astounded by you.
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I'm hoping to be around more often, and have lots more fic to post. I should get back to work, yeah?
Thank you so much!
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I love your writing soooooo much!!
Thanks for posting!
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Happy that you enjoyed. :)
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