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A Friendly Blow-Job
d/b
Rating: Dirty
Happy Valentine’s Day!


Elijah brought a huge heart full of chocolates.

“To woo Billy,” he said.

Then he tore open the cellophane covering with his teeth and proceeded to devour them all himself.

Billy wasn’t sure who brought the porn, but Orlando was the one who put it in the player. Elijah curled up on the floor with his box of sweets and stared bug-eyed at it. Billy paid scant attention to the frolics on the screen, though he couldn’t help but notice it seemed to be a very open-minded film, taking into account the sexual preferences of nearly every being on the planet, and presenting them for viewing pleasure.

Billy was playing host so he didn’t have time to give the film his full attention. He had to keep filling glasses, and keep pushing Dom off his lap, and keep blocking his ears when Dom announced loudly for the twenty-fifth time that Billy and he were Valentines this year.

Sure, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to sit around with the lads watching porn on Valentine’s Day. He was just far, far too busy. He wasn’t afraid of embarrassing himself. After all, Elijah was unabashedly humping his carpet and Orli was boasting loudly about the time some guy had tried to pick him up at a pub.

“Course, I’m straight…”

“Oh! Of course,” Billy said.

Orli’s eyes narrowed briefly. Billy gave him a warm and sunny smile.

“Right, so I just told him…”

“Dom?” Elijah interrupted. “Is it really distracting trying to give head when you’ve a cock up your ass? This fellow seems to enjoy it,” Elijah nodded at the screen, “but I dunno.”

“Shut up, Elwood,” Dom hurled himself across the room to pummel on Elijah. Actually, hurled might not be the right word. He somersaulted off of Billy onto the floor, arse in Billy’s face from the briefest of moments, crashed into the ottoman and kicked Elijah soundly in the rear.

“Ow!”

“I’m sorry Doodle. Didn’t mean to actually maim you. Must work on my dismount.” And then he leaned over and kissed Elijah’s arse. “Feel better?”

“Don’t kiss my ass ever again, Dom,” but he was laughing.

Billy took advantage of his empty lap to refill the crisps bowl. He wasn’t attracted to Dom, Billy thought, as he adjusted his trousers in the privacy of the kitchen. He loved Dom, yes. Dom had many endearing qualities. It wasn’t an attraction. Though, if he was being honest with himself, Dom probably looked nice naked. And if he were giving out blow jobs just for fun Billy might get in line for one. Just one, wee little blow job. Never mind. It wasn’t going to happen.

~*~

Dom was sucking a lolly. He was lying upside down on Billy’s couch sucking a lolly. His shirt was all rucked up. He pulled the sweet from his mouth when Billy came in and made kissy faces at him.

“You’re a shameless flirt,” Billy told him. He didn’t try to not sound annoyed.

~*~

Elijah and Orli left early. Dom was still hyper, jiggling and fidgeting and practically humping the couch cushions.

“Valentine, Valentine, give us a kiss,” Dom crooned, abandoning his cushions, and heading for Billy’s lap.

Right, Dom wanted to flirt? Fine, that was just fine.

“Jesus, you’re acting like you just figured out how much fun you could have with the things between your legs.”

Dom paused. Billy watched his smile falter. His fingers alighted nervously on the hem of his jeans, revealing a bit of belly. He cocked his head to the side, trying to read Billy.

“It’s making me horny as fuck,” Billy added.

Dom’s cocky grinned returned. “Want some help with that?” His voice was light. Billy could choose to take it as a joke and no one would lose face here. But Dom wasn’t joking; Billy could tell by the way Dom didn’t meet his eyes when he asked his question. He was smiling still but the smile was tight, false.

Billy let a drawn-out silence answer for him. Dom couldn’t stand silence.

“Do you swing that way, Bill?”

He was still smiling but his voice held a note of seriousness that betrayed him. Billy got up from his seat. Dom swallowed hard.

“No.” He watched Dom’s face for a second, watched his smile grow wider, tighter. “Not usually,” he added. “Unless there’s a hot piece of arse who’s dieing to suck my cock.”

He watched the surprise register on Dom’s face and then turned away from him, walking to the counter where the whiskey bottle rested. Billy poured himself a shot and turned to face Dom again. He wasn’t surprised to find his friend was standing quite close to him.

He was wearing a different smile, shy, mischievous.

“Do you think I’m a hot piece of arse?”

Billy moved his foot so it rested in between Dom’s. Neither of them wore shoes and Billy let their skin brush together briefly. He raised the glass to his mouth but took only the tiniest of sips, just enough to feel the burn of the alcohol on his tongue. He wondered if he were to kiss Dom if Dom would taste it.

But this wasn’t about kissing. Was it? No, this was the fine art of negotiating a blow-job between friends.

Billy wanted to kiss Dom, wanted to kiss him hard.

Dom licked his lips, his breath was shaky on the exhale.

“You’re sex on legs, aren’t you?”

Dom wasn’t smiling anymore. His mouth was open and his hands fluttered nervously along his belt, as if he wanted nothing more than to reach inside his pants and grab his cock. Billy eyed Dom’s crotch, making it obvious he could see the bulge in Dom’s trousers.

“You must be huge. Why don’t you take them off so I can see?”

Dom’s eyes narrowed and went dark but he took his hands away from his belt and ran them through his hair.

“Bill?”

Oh Christ. Billy was going to have to kiss him. Dom was too keyed up, nervous, not entirely sure Billy wasn’t taking the piss yet. Billy set his glass down on the counter and wrapped one hand around the back of Dom’s neck, pulling him forward and shoving his tongue into Dom’s mouth.

Billy kissed him hard until Dom was panting into his mouth. He pulled away then, picked up his whiskey glass and went to sit in a comfortable chair by the fireplace.

“Take it off, all of it, and come here.”

Dom wasn’t wearing much, just his jeans and a threadbare t-shirt. He shed them quickly and crossed the room to stand in front of Billy’s chair.

Billy made his eyes stay on Dom’s face.

“Kneel down.” He said it gently and Dom didn’t hesitate. He folded himself neatly into position and placed one hand on Billy’s knee.

“Back up just a bit. I want to look at you.”

There was a blush across Dom’s cheeks and chest. His belly rose and fell with his deep breathing. His hand hovered nervously on his thigh. Billy wondered if he wanted to cover himself up, or touch himself. Both, probably.

Billy wanted to touch him. He wanted to reach down and cup Dom gently between his legs. He wanted to touch Dom more than he wanted the blow-job. He suddenly very much wanted to make Dom’s breathing quicken, make him whine, make him sweat, make Dom fall apart.

That wasn’t on the agenda though. It was just a blow-job. Just a quick, forgettable thing.

“Come here.”

Billy couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward and kissing Dom again, just once more. It was far too tender, lasted far too long. Dom’s hands were rubbing along his thighs, building heat, fumbling with the button on Billy’s trousers.

When Dom broke the kiss Billy sat back in his chair, trying to control his heavy breathing. He was uncomfortable in his jeans and he didn’t hesitate when Dom told him to lift his bum so he could slide them down and off and toss them casually away.

Billy tried not to blush. He wanted to be in control here. He smiled, tried to make it look like a leer. He didn’t think Dom was fooled by it.

“You’re lovely,” Dom said and gave him two kisses, one on each thigh. Billy tensed. “Will you take your shirt off?”

No. He needed it. It was just a quick blow job, no need to get everything off.

Still, he pulled it off over his head and when Dom lapped at his belly he was glad he had. He moaned a little and thrust his hips up before he could stop himself. Dom took the hint. He put his face in Billy’s crotch and just breathed for a moment. Billy squirmed with the heat from his mouth. Dom’s tongue darted out, warm and wet, licked up Billy’s shaft and then lower, lapping his balls.

Billy squeezed his eyes shut.

“Please.”

Dom shifted, moved his head, taking the heat away.

“Please.”

“Hold on,” Dom’s voice was deep and gravely. He reached for one of the sofa cushions and put it under his knees. “Wanna stay down here for awhile.”

He pushed Billy’s thighs wide, one hand sliding up and under his bum, while the other gripped his cock and guided it between his lips.

This wasn’t part of the plan. Billy was suppose to be in control, fucking Dom’s mouth hard and fast, with his jeans around his knees; not lying naked, spread out like whore, with Dom’s fingers kneading his arse, and him, Billy, fucking pleading to be touched.

He didn’t want to stop it. He wanted to watch Dom’s mouth on his cock. So what if he put his fingers in Dom’s hair, not to control, just to feel it? He wondered how Dom’s mouth would taste when he kissed him after.

Not that they were going to kiss after. Not that Billy wanted to, or would be disappointed if they didn’t. He just wondered. It was okay to wonder.

“Dom!”

Dom’s fingers had been exploring Billy’s crack. Billy tried to shift away from them, but Dom was persistent. He’d found Billy’s entrance now and was pushing in with what felt like his thumb.

“Dom!”

“Hmmm?” Dom said, but around Billy’s cock and Billy had to close his eyes and shut out the lovely image of Dom with his face all wet with drool and sweat.

“Okay, Bill?” Dom had a wicked glint in his eye as he pushed his thumb in deep. Billy let out a sound between a gasp and a howl.

“Put your face back!”

Dom let out a little laugh and did as he was told.

So fucking good. Billy knew he ought to feel ashamed when he threw his legs open as wide as they would go, hooking his knees over the arms of the chair to keep them spread.

“Hot piece of arse. Oh my fuck. Dom.”

He was thrusting, thrusting into the hot damp of Dom’s mouth, hands braced against Dom’s sweaty shoulders, pushing down onto Dom’s thumb. It was all too much.

“Too good. I can’t! I’m gonna.”

Billy was aware that he was panting, making high-pitched keening sounds in the back of his throat, biting his lip to hold the sounds back. His head snapped forward as he came and he screamed.

“Fuck it! Fuck me!”

He let his body go limp, let his head loll back against the chair. He was damp with sweat. His thighs ached from being stretched.

Dom pulled away. Billy didn’t look at him, just pulled his knees up to his chest and closed his eyes. Maybe if he didn’t open them he wouldn’t have to decide what to do next.

Dom was unnaturally still for a few moments. Billy heard him sigh.

“Shove over,” he said and when Billy didn’t he climbed into the chair beside him anyway, flinging his thighs over Billy’s and kissing him behind his ear.

“Tired?”

Billy was grateful for the excuse.

“Yes.”

“Takes a lot out of a fellow. Why don’t you sleep now?”

“Go to bed? Yes, I guess I ought to.”

He turned to look at Dom then. He was smiling softly and Billy felt a wash of tenderness for him, for making it so easy. He almost kissed him, but remembered himself in time. He looked around instead for his pants. Dom saw them first. He stretched off the chair for them, all muscle and skin and long, lean arms.

“There you go,” he said, tossing them at Billy.

“Thanks,” Billy murmured. Perhaps he ought to thank Dom for the blow job too. It seemed all wrong somehow.

Dom wasn’t getting dressed.

“Well,” Billy pointed over his shoulder, toward his bedroom.

“Right!” Dom said. He got up and led the way.

“You’re staying. Oh! I just didn’t…”

Dom didn’t reply until he snuggled under Billy’s covers.

“If I don’t stay you’ll wonder how it will go the next time you see me. And then I’ll worry and you’ll worry and then I’ll be all chipper and false and…a coward the next time you see me and so will you and then I’ll feel bad because it’s not so honest and what a crap thing that would be to do to such a nice friendship and then one day you’ll pass me in Heathrow and turn your face because you’d prefer just to forget it all really.”

“At Heathrow?”

“Or on the tube or…somewhere anonymous like that.”

Billy ran his hands over his face and climbed into the bed. Dom turned to face him.

“Are you always sad after?”

“No! No…I mean…I’m not sad. I just thought…”

“What?”

“That it was this quick one-time thing!”

“Oh,” Dom’s voice sounded hollow. “Oh.”

He threw back the covers.

“I’m sorry, Bill. Sorry. I didn’t…I thought…I’m an arse.” He smiled tightly and left the room.

Billy swore.

~*~

“Dom!”

“Don’t say anything, Bill. It’s okay. Well, no, it’s not. I didn’t think you’d…never mind.”

He left the house, the door closing softly behind him.

Billy swore again.

~*~

He made time for jeans and a shirt but not for a jacket or shoes and Christ it was freezing out. He ran along the pavement.

“I feel like Bridget Fucking Jones.

Dom!”

Dom was angry now. Billy could tell by the set of his shoulders. Dom wanted to be sullen, to lash out in some way that would give him back some of his pride. He wanted to keep walking. If it had been anyone else running after him when he was in this sort of funk, he would have. He’d have sworn at Orli, given his brother the finger, ignored his own mother, but he couldn’t, couldn’t, walk away from Billy. The truth was, if Billy had something to say, Dom knew he’d always want to hear it. Even if it hurt.

“What, Bill?” He meant to sound aggravated, at least, but he just sounded defeated.

“Dom, it’s not what I meant.”

Billy was shivering and dancing from foot to foot to keep warm.

“It’s just…I wanted…I wanted to control it. Just have a little something, quick. So I could move on from it. And…I kept telling myself…but I couldn’t. I couldn’t control it, Dom.”

Dom threw his hands in the air in frustration.

“Couldn’t control what, Bill? Me?”

“No! I couldn’t, can’t…can’t help but love you. I can’t do anything about it.” Billy wiped his nose on the back of his hand. Dom stood motionless, not saying anything. “And you’re always flirting, you know!” Billy continued, kicking himself for sounding like a twelve-year-old girl. “I tried to ignore it and laugh it off but you always flirt, and I then I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t.”

Now you should stick out your tongue and tell him his pants are on fire, Billy thought.

“You don’t have any shoes on.”

Billy looked down at his feet. They were aching. His toes were starting to cramp.

“I didn’t have time. I didn’t want to…lose you.”

Dom bent over and started untying his own shoes.

“You know where I live you daft bugger.”

“Don’t give me your shoes.”

“I have socks on. You take them.”

He picked up Billy’s feet one by one and put them inside.

“Come home with me?”

Dom sighed. “I should have asked before, that might have…but it doesn’t matter now.” He stood up, looked at Billy for a moment and placed a kiss on his forehead. “You’re freezing.” Dom pulled him close.

Billy took a deep, shuddering breath and burrowed into him. “Take me home.”

~*~

“Do you really let any hot piece of arse who wants to, suck your cock?”

The morning light streamed in through the window, lighting up Dom’s hair. Billy brushed it back from his forehead and placed a kiss on his bare shoulder.

“Just the one.”

“What? No one before me?”

“No one.”

“Well, my sweet, virginal, Bills. I have lots to teach you.”

“Lots. I think I forgot some of the things you showed me how to do already.”

“That’s okay, love. You can practice as much as you want.”

“You sure? I want an awful lot. I want to be an expert.”

“Well then,” Dom said, running his hand down the length of Billy’s body, letting it come to rest on his hip. “Let’s review.”