Top Of The World4

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Title: Top Of The World 4/4
Author: Pippin (McTaggart_Pegg@hotmail.com)
Pairing: DomBilleh
Rating: NC-17 for ocean porn :)
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, never met 'em, this is all lies. (*sigh*)
Summary: Billy and Dom get into deep waters.
Feedback: Yes please. Pretty please. I've discovered I'm a feedback junkie.

More smut. More schmoop. Because smutty schmoop makes me verra happy.

Many thanks to my very own beta, 1420 whom I shall love and treasure and force beg to check my fic forever. And heaps of blessings to vanaofthevalar for helping me with tricky things like divisions and summaries. 'Cos I'm not good at that and she is.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three




"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Dom asked, making a face.

"If you're thinking that it looks like we're in for a chilly little skinny-dip, then yes."

"Bugger."

"Ah, come on, it won't be that bad. We've surfed in much colder water than this," Billy pointed out.

"Yes, but with wetsuits."

"You're getting soft, Monaghan." Billy staggered to his feet, then leaned over, hands on his knees.

Dom frowned. "You okay?"

"Yeah. God, I'm going to feel that one tomorrow."

"We don't have to go anywhere tomorrow. You can relax and take a bath."

Billy straightened up with a grin on his face. "I'm going to have to. Every muscle in my body is trembling. Well, let's get a move on. Last one in, and all that." He took off at a slow jog down the sand toward the water.

Dom followed him. At the last moment he put on a burst of speed, racing into the water. As soon as he was up to his knees he took a deep breath and dove in head-first. Surfaced shouting, "Bloody hell!"

Billy laughed. He too had run into the water, but stopped when it was waist-deep. He was currently laving himself, comfortably rubbing a hand over his chest and abdomen when Dom swam over.

"That's cheating, that is," Dom groused.

"How is it cheating?" Billy asked mildly. "I never said first one in had to be first one under."

"Yeah, now you point that out. If I'd had a heart attack and died, wouldn't you have felt bad?"

"I would have given you CPR and saved your life."

"Aw. Really?" Dom smiled, floating over closer. "Then you would have been my hero."

"Am I not your hero now?" Billy teased.

"Yes. But not my life-saving hero."

"I see. Yes, that makes sense. I'll just have to wait until you nearly die, then."

"Yep." Dom put his feet on the bottom, but stayed crouched in the water. He reached out, circling Billy's cock with his hand. "You get it all, then?"

"Mmm. No, I think I might have missed a bit."

"Where? Here?" He ran a thumb slowly across the tip, making Billy shudder.

"Actually, don't, Dom. I can't take it."

"Yes you can. You're my hero." Dom smiled, looking up at him seductively through his eyelashes.

"I thought you said the water was too cold for you." Billy protested weakly.

"It's not that bad. I don't feel it anymore." He twisted his hand on Billy's slowly growing erection. "Do you?"

"God, Dom, I can't feel anything anymore," Billy groaned, his eyes quivering closed.

Dom took a breath, went underwater to take Billy's cock in his mouth. Fluttered his tongue against the length, then simply sucked hard. He'd tortured Billy enough earlier. When he ran out of air, he surfaced again. Breathlessly asked, "You can feel that, can't you?"

"Yes. Yes." Billy's legs began to shake.

Dom rose fully to his feet. Moved behind Billy, shifting his grip. Wrapped his other arm around his waist and pressed up against his back to support him. Cool skin quickly warmed upon contact.

Billy leaned into him, dropped his head back onto Dom's shoulder. "You shouldn't do this to me," he said raggedly.

"And why not?" Dom murmured into his ear.

"Because tomorrow when I can't fucking move you're going to leave me there to suffer." He reached back and grabbed Dom's thighs.

"I won't. I'll take care of you." Dom promised.

"Oh, God, Dom…" He thrust against Dom's hand.

Dom changed to a skipping little rhythm that he knew brought Bill to the edge quickly. "I'll always take care of you, Bills."

"I love you, Dom," he growled, and then bucked twice, hard, coming under the water, a short, sharp little orgasm that made him gasp, his throat raw.

Dom kissed his neck, held him tightly until it was over. Gave Billy's cock a final, gentle squeeze, and released it, wrapping that arm around Billy too.

Billy breathed deeply. "I think I just had a stroke."

Dom chuckled. "Don't be dramatic. You're just…replete."

"Now who's being poetic?" Billy twisted to the side, craned his head back to look at Dom. "You like it when I'm next to collapse, don't you?"

Dom grinned. "Yes. Shall I help you out of the ocean, love?"

"You're going to have to. I can't feel my legs, and it's all your fault." Billy stretched up and kissed Dom's lips.

"I'll gladly take the blame for that," he laughed, kissing Billy back. "C'mon. Now that we're all clean, let's get back into the warm sun. I don't want you catching your death."

"You're the delicate flower, not me. I'm just…"

"Easily exhausted?" Dom suggested with a twinkle.

"I am not," Billy objected. "You have a life-altering experience like that and see how fresh you are afterward."

"Life-altering, huh? This just keeps getting better and better." Dom released him, took his hand, led him back toward the shore. They trudged across the sand to the blanket, shivering in the light shoreward wind. Poor Billy's muscles were quivering in protest at the added exercise, and he wanted nothing more than to sink down on the worn material. Instead, Dom picked it up, turned his back to the breeze, and shook it, snapping it like a flag.

"Dom," he groaned, gooseflesh rising on water-beaded skin. "Put the damn blanket down."

Satisfied he had all the sand off he could possibly shake loose, Dom turned and wrapped the thick material around Billy like a cocoon, then rubbed at his arms through it. "We'll just get you warmed up, and I'll see if your clothes are dry yet." Dom picked up his shorts, which were indeed dry, and donned them before climbing up the dune to where they had laid out their jeans and shirts. He collected them and went back down. "The pockets are still damp," he wrinkled his nose. "But they're not bad." As if to prove it, he dried himself with a corner of Billy's impromptu towel, and then tugged his on, struggling slightly with the salt-stiff denim.

Billy watched with amusement. "And is your shirt ruined? Do I have to take you shopping on the way home?"

Dom inspected it, pulled it on. "It may have survived. We'll see what it looks like when it comes out of the wash later." He reached out for Billy, took the blanket. "Let's get you dressed."

Billy snorted. "I'm not an invalid, Dom. I think I can manage a few clothes. Hand me my boxers, would you?"

Dom grinned, retrieved them. "You're too tired to lean over and pick them up, aren't you?"

"I most certainly am not. You're just closer, that's all." Billy snatched the boxers from his hand, put them on. Had to concentrate on staying upright and not giving Dom the satisfaction of seeing just how shaky he really felt at this moment.

Dom wordlessly handed him his jeans, watched as he put them on. He could see Billy's abdominal muscles trembling just under the skin, but decided he'd quit teasing. A hard, full-body-clenching orgasm, followed quickly by a second, would do that to you.

Once Billy was dressed and they had both donned socks and shoes, Dom pulled him into his arms and gave him a tight hug. "All right, there, Bills?"

Billy hugged him back, pressing his nose into the side of Dom's neck. "Definitely."

"I love you." Dom said quietly. "Thank you for the ocean."

"You're welcome. I'll show you the coast closest to Glasgow. You can easily go there anytime you want. I should have shown you before."

"No. I'm glad we came here first." Dom put a hand on the back of Billy's head. They stood in silence for a few minutes.

Finally Billy pulled away. "Come on. We've still got a drive ahead of us. And I'm dying for a pint."

Dom stepped in front of him, presenting his back. "Sounds good. Hop on."

"What?"

"I'll give you a lift to the car." He gestured over his shoulder. "Hurry up. Shuttle's leaving any second."

Billy laughed delightedly. "This is above and beyond, you know."

"I know. You'll owe me one."

"Deal." Billy put his hands on Dom's shoulders, gave a little jump, straddled Dom's waist. Wrapped his arms loosely around Dom's neck, holding the blanket Dom passed him. "You haven't forgotten it's uphill, have you?"

Dom stopped dead. "Shitfuckdamn."

Billy started to loosen his grip prior to sliding down, but Dom held him firmly under his thighs. "All right, the shuttle had forgotten it's uphill, but it can manage. You'll just really owe me one, that's all."

"You sure?"

In answer, Dom started walking. He leaned forward a bit while climbing. Luckily it wasn't that steep, but even so he struggled a little near the top. "Gained a few pounds, have you Boyd?" he panted.

"I'll have you know I'm as slim and trim as I ever was," he responded loftily. "This was your idea."

"I know, I know. I come up with some choice ones, don't I?" He finally reached the crest of the dune, and paused for a moment to catch his breath. He turned, and they looked out to sea one more time. Billy put his chin on Dom's shoulder, leaned their heads together.

"Good day," he said softly.

Dom nodded. "Yes. Yes, it was." He stroked a leg with his thumb. After a moment, he turned again, and carried Billy the rest of the way to the car. He backed up to the bonnet and sat Billy's arse on it, leaving him sitting there on the sun-heated metal.

Billy laid back, soaking up the warmth. "God, that feels good."

Dom leaned against the driver's side door. "We're both going to be stiff tomorrow."

"You all right, Dom?" Billy asked, head lolling to the side.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Legs are just a little tired."

"Well, let's get on the road, then." Billy dug the car keys out of his jeans pocket, then sat up.

Dom eyed him. "You're tired. Why don't you let me drive?"

Billy grinned. "Nice try."

"Damn."

"I want to get home tonight, thank you very much." He hopped down off the bonnet, winced. "Agh."

"See? You shouldn't drive in your condition. And I want to get home alive, thank you very much." Dom tried to swipe the keys out of his hands, but failed.

Billy closed his fist around them. "Sorry, too bad, you lose. Get in the car."

Dom's head dropped and he sighed deeply. "If you survive, tell my Mum I love her." He shuffled around to the other side of the car.

"Get in the car, you wanker." Billy said fondly. "I'll go easy on you."

"Promise?" Dom asked hopefully.

"Promise. Just remember, I do know this road."

They climbed in, and Billy started the car, releasing the handbrake while Dom made a dramatic production out of doing up his seatbelt and tightening it securely, yanking on the belt several times to test it.

Glancing over, Billy shook his head. He put the car in gear and stomped on the gas pedal, spinning the wheels and throwing a spray of dirt up behind them. The car lurched forward and gained speed quickly. Once again, they slid around the sharp corner.

Dom glared over at him, hand automatically gripping the door handle. "Fucker. You promised."

"That was before Priscilla, Queen of the Drama showed up. Idiot." Billy grinned. But he slowed down, because he had promised. By the time they reached the stone walls lining the lane again, they were down to a sedate speed that Dom could handle with only the tiniest of twitches.

"Keep your eye out for sheep," Billy suggested.

"You're the one driving, I should hope you'd see them before I would."

"Well, one would expect so; after all, I'm much more observant than you are. But you never know. Terror can heighten the senses," he said with a straight face.

"Just remember, Bill, I can always leave you to fend for yourself tomorrow."

"I love you, Dom."

"I love you too, you mad cow."

Billy reached over and twined his fingers with Dom, who lifted their joined hands briefly to his lips.