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cloisonne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 19th, 2004 10:25 pm)I've bravely decided to post my first Billy/Dom fic. I hope people kinda like it, that would be nifty.
Title: tree pretty
Author: vermillion_moon
Fandom: LOTR rps
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Summary: Drunk boys snog drunkenly.
Rating: NC-17, I think
Feedback: Who doesn’t want feedback, really?
Disclaimer: This is totally fictional. The boys are not mine, I do not know them, and as far as I know this has never happened, and I’m certainly not making any money out of this venture.
The music in the club was near deafening loud, and the combination of the flashing, whirling lights and rather excessive drunkenness made Dom feel more than a little disoriented. He was sitting by himself at a small table, his companions having left him to do…something or other. He wasn’t entirely sure. They had said something as they were leaving, but, in retrospect, he couldn’t quite work out what it was. Something about meeting someone, or getting something, or…something like that. They’d be back soon…or not. Whatever. Dom didn’t mind and was more than happy just to sit, and drink some more of his lager, and watch the scene in front of him. The room was kinda moving in time with the music, and Dom wasn’t entirely sure whether he liked that or not. But the people dancing on the floor were kinda pretty, so he was content just to sit and watch.
-Dom!
Dom felt his arm being tugged at, and started to turn towards the movement.
-Dom! Get up and dance with us, you lazy arsed bastard!
Billy, who, as it turned out, was who had been speaking, pulled at his sleeve hard enough to make him stumble into uprightness and follow Billy, Elijah and Orlando out onto the pulsating and crowded dance floor.
Pushing through the crowd the boys claimed a spot in the middle of the dance floor. The bass was heavy and pulsing and fast, and seemed to match the heightened throb of Dom’s heart. He moved slowly in time with the music, half dancing, and half merely swaying in a drunken figure eight pattern. Dancing was good. It felt right, and organic, and he could feel himself being lost in the beat and hum and rhythm of the music. Lost in his dancing, he didn’t notice Billy speaking to him. Billy pressed his face close to Dom’s, eyes dilated and huge, face beaming and shouted –Ce mimble wooble slom?, or at least that’s what it sounded like to Dom through the filter of music and drunkenness. Then again, possibly, given Billy’s current state of chemically altered euphoria, it was entirely possible that it was actually what he had said. So Dom just smiled and nodded, and was subsequently very surprised when Billy snugged his hands around Dom’s waist and brought his hips up into alignment with Dom’s. He then proceeded to dance with Dom in a manner that could only be called flirtatious. Or possibly provocative. But definitely sexy. And whilst definitely liking his co-hobbit and close friend, Dom didn’t really think of him as sexy. But, at that moment, Dom wasn’t thinking of awfully much, and what he was thinking was in short sentences on the level of ‘tree pretty’, or in this case, ‘billy sexy’. So rather than analysing the moment, he slipped his hands around Billy’s back and pulled him closer, bringing his mouth down to rest on Billy’s neck. Which he then proceeded to kiss. Or possibly the more appropriate word is devour. Cause once he got his mouth connected with that soft skin there seemed to be no other realistic course of action other than to lay trails of soft drunken kisses up and down its length. Which in turn made Billy make this lovely moaning noise and grind his hips even further into Dom’s groin. Which was in no way a bad thing. Indeed, it was definitely a good thing. Dom glanced up briefly to find Elijah and Orlando, but they seemed relatively oblivious to their two friends’ somewhat provocative dancing, the two boys having their attention somewhat focused on the lanky, busty brunette who had sandwiched herself between them, and who seemed quite intent on making the two younger men take her home so she could have her way with them. So Billy and Dom were pretty much left to their own devices. Carried by the music Dom ground his hips into Billy’s and felt out the contours of his tight arse with his roaming, searching hands. Billy pressed himself into Dom, and kissed him hard on the mouth, flushed and hard and lustful. Drunkenly, they moved their mouths together, tasting each other, trying to contain as much of each other in their mouths as they could at a time. In the back of his head, Dom was somewhat surprised by this turn of events. He hadn’t realised that Billy was interested in men, and, by and large, neither was he, save for a few drunken gropes in clubs and one memorable one night stand with an extra after a particularly long and unrewarding day of filming. But, when presented with a sexy, writhing and eminently shaggable man pressing into his now incredibly hard cock, as was now happening, he wasn’t exactly going to say no. Indeed, the pace of events had risen to the point where someone was going to have to take the situation in hand. So to speak. Dom grabbed Billy’s wrist and pulled him of the dance floor and towards the men’s bathroom. Barely disattaching himself from the other man’s mouth Dom thrust them both into a stall, locked the door, pushed down the lid of the toilet and threw Billy down upon it, moving his hands to the waist of Billy’s jeans. Uncaring of the state of the floor, Dom knelt between Billy’s thighs, unzipping his fly and taking out Billy’s rock hard cock. After their dancing, even that slight touch caused Billy to throw his head back against the cistern, moaning softly, and run a hand through Dom’s hair. Dom ran his hand up and down the shaft savouring the silky hardness of the other man. It was always exciting holding another man this way, feeling the difference in shape and weight, running his thumb down the sensitive vein on the underside in a way that he enjoyed a whole lot, and judging by Billy’s response, he enjoyed that particular line a whole lot also. He knelt closer, and licked a long line up from the other man’s balls, up the shaft and in a slow circle around the head. Billy bucked up into his mouth, wanting more. Holding the base firmly in one hand, Dom lowered his mouth down onto his cock, taking it all in his mouth in a manner suggesting much more practice than he’d actually had, and proceeded to devour Billy’s cock much as he had devoured his neck earlier in the dance floor. Billy’s hips rocked up, fucking Dom’s mouth, capturing his head in his twining fingers. It didn’t take long for him to come with a moan, hot and bitter in the back of Dom’s throat. Pulling Dom up to him, Billy fumbled at the waist of Dom’s pants, struggling with the odd button/zip configuration, whilst also mashing his mouth against the other man, licking and caressing any parts that came in his path. Dom attempted to help him with his clothes, and, around getting in one another’s way, they managed to get Dom’s pulsing cock out of the tangle of his clothes and into Billy’s hand. Pushing his mouth onto Dom’s, Billy ravaged his mouth whilst working his hand up and down Dom’s shaft, the other hand remaining tangled up in the mess of Dom’s hair. Dom moaned into Billy’s mouth, hands raking frantically the other man’s body, feeling the hard slim lines, and the shapely almost curve of his firm arse. He could feel the pent up energy and drunken lust building up in his groin, making his skin vibrate and his senses reel with the goodness of it. His drunken mouth taking over in time to the rhythm of Billy’s hand on his swollen cock, Dom could feel the words flowing out of him;
- Fuckyesbillyfuckyesthatfeelssogoodfuckyesthereohyesfuckyesfuckyesss
the thick white liquid of his come poring over Billy’s hand to be smeared onto both of their jeans and up Dom’s shirt and through his hair as they continued to ravage each others mouths and thrust against each other softly, riding out their orgasms.
Slowly they became more aware of their less than savoury surrounds.
Sheepishly, brains somewhat cleared of fog, they looked at one another and grinned, standing up and fixing their clothes and making themselves seem somewhat presentable.
-So, ummm, do think we should head on out? Billy asked in his soft brogue.
-Well, there’s no point in waiting in here all night. Besides which, we should probably go rescue Lij and Orli from that girl that was stalking them out on the dance floor earlier.
-Ok then. Do you think we should talk about this? Are you ok with this?
-Yeah. Dom said, taking Billy’s hand. This is nothing to worry about. We were drunk, and stuff occurred (not unreasonably given how attractive the pair of us are) and we can go back out now dance some more, and not worry about this. This was fun. And if either of us encounter any unresolved issues that spring from this event we’ll deal with them later. I mean, its not like we won’t be seeing one another. We do work together and all, so its kinda unavoidable, and… Realising he was rambling, Dom stopped, grasping Billy’s hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. We can deal with this later, when we’re less of the drunk and not here, and all. But, uh… I was kinda wondering, what was it you said out on the dance floor earlier? That made, you, umm… , his sentence trailed off with a descriptive sweep of his hand towards their dishevelled states.
-You didn’t hear?
-Nah, it was too loud with the music and all
-Oh… nothing, it was nothing, doesn’t matter at all…
Dom grabbed Billy’s hand and twisted it up to his chest. -But I wanna know, Billy, he whined, using his best cajoling voice, the one that worked on just about everyone.
-I’ll tell you later then. Maybe. If you’re good.
Dom grinned wickedly.
-Maybe then I’ll tell you, he paused, grinning impishly, In, like, twenty years or so.
Title: tree pretty
Author: vermillion_moon
Fandom: LOTR rps
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Summary: Drunk boys snog drunkenly.
Rating: NC-17, I think
Feedback: Who doesn’t want feedback, really?
Disclaimer: This is totally fictional. The boys are not mine, I do not know them, and as far as I know this has never happened, and I’m certainly not making any money out of this venture.
The music in the club was near deafening loud, and the combination of the flashing, whirling lights and rather excessive drunkenness made Dom feel more than a little disoriented. He was sitting by himself at a small table, his companions having left him to do…something or other. He wasn’t entirely sure. They had said something as they were leaving, but, in retrospect, he couldn’t quite work out what it was. Something about meeting someone, or getting something, or…something like that. They’d be back soon…or not. Whatever. Dom didn’t mind and was more than happy just to sit, and drink some more of his lager, and watch the scene in front of him. The room was kinda moving in time with the music, and Dom wasn’t entirely sure whether he liked that or not. But the people dancing on the floor were kinda pretty, so he was content just to sit and watch.
-Dom!
Dom felt his arm being tugged at, and started to turn towards the movement.
-Dom! Get up and dance with us, you lazy arsed bastard!
Billy, who, as it turned out, was who had been speaking, pulled at his sleeve hard enough to make him stumble into uprightness and follow Billy, Elijah and Orlando out onto the pulsating and crowded dance floor.
Pushing through the crowd the boys claimed a spot in the middle of the dance floor. The bass was heavy and pulsing and fast, and seemed to match the heightened throb of Dom’s heart. He moved slowly in time with the music, half dancing, and half merely swaying in a drunken figure eight pattern. Dancing was good. It felt right, and organic, and he could feel himself being lost in the beat and hum and rhythm of the music. Lost in his dancing, he didn’t notice Billy speaking to him. Billy pressed his face close to Dom’s, eyes dilated and huge, face beaming and shouted –Ce mimble wooble slom?, or at least that’s what it sounded like to Dom through the filter of music and drunkenness. Then again, possibly, given Billy’s current state of chemically altered euphoria, it was entirely possible that it was actually what he had said. So Dom just smiled and nodded, and was subsequently very surprised when Billy snugged his hands around Dom’s waist and brought his hips up into alignment with Dom’s. He then proceeded to dance with Dom in a manner that could only be called flirtatious. Or possibly provocative. But definitely sexy. And whilst definitely liking his co-hobbit and close friend, Dom didn’t really think of him as sexy. But, at that moment, Dom wasn’t thinking of awfully much, and what he was thinking was in short sentences on the level of ‘tree pretty’, or in this case, ‘billy sexy’. So rather than analysing the moment, he slipped his hands around Billy’s back and pulled him closer, bringing his mouth down to rest on Billy’s neck. Which he then proceeded to kiss. Or possibly the more appropriate word is devour. Cause once he got his mouth connected with that soft skin there seemed to be no other realistic course of action other than to lay trails of soft drunken kisses up and down its length. Which in turn made Billy make this lovely moaning noise and grind his hips even further into Dom’s groin. Which was in no way a bad thing. Indeed, it was definitely a good thing. Dom glanced up briefly to find Elijah and Orlando, but they seemed relatively oblivious to their two friends’ somewhat provocative dancing, the two boys having their attention somewhat focused on the lanky, busty brunette who had sandwiched herself between them, and who seemed quite intent on making the two younger men take her home so she could have her way with them. So Billy and Dom were pretty much left to their own devices. Carried by the music Dom ground his hips into Billy’s and felt out the contours of his tight arse with his roaming, searching hands. Billy pressed himself into Dom, and kissed him hard on the mouth, flushed and hard and lustful. Drunkenly, they moved their mouths together, tasting each other, trying to contain as much of each other in their mouths as they could at a time. In the back of his head, Dom was somewhat surprised by this turn of events. He hadn’t realised that Billy was interested in men, and, by and large, neither was he, save for a few drunken gropes in clubs and one memorable one night stand with an extra after a particularly long and unrewarding day of filming. But, when presented with a sexy, writhing and eminently shaggable man pressing into his now incredibly hard cock, as was now happening, he wasn’t exactly going to say no. Indeed, the pace of events had risen to the point where someone was going to have to take the situation in hand. So to speak. Dom grabbed Billy’s wrist and pulled him of the dance floor and towards the men’s bathroom. Barely disattaching himself from the other man’s mouth Dom thrust them both into a stall, locked the door, pushed down the lid of the toilet and threw Billy down upon it, moving his hands to the waist of Billy’s jeans. Uncaring of the state of the floor, Dom knelt between Billy’s thighs, unzipping his fly and taking out Billy’s rock hard cock. After their dancing, even that slight touch caused Billy to throw his head back against the cistern, moaning softly, and run a hand through Dom’s hair. Dom ran his hand up and down the shaft savouring the silky hardness of the other man. It was always exciting holding another man this way, feeling the difference in shape and weight, running his thumb down the sensitive vein on the underside in a way that he enjoyed a whole lot, and judging by Billy’s response, he enjoyed that particular line a whole lot also. He knelt closer, and licked a long line up from the other man’s balls, up the shaft and in a slow circle around the head. Billy bucked up into his mouth, wanting more. Holding the base firmly in one hand, Dom lowered his mouth down onto his cock, taking it all in his mouth in a manner suggesting much more practice than he’d actually had, and proceeded to devour Billy’s cock much as he had devoured his neck earlier in the dance floor. Billy’s hips rocked up, fucking Dom’s mouth, capturing his head in his twining fingers. It didn’t take long for him to come with a moan, hot and bitter in the back of Dom’s throat. Pulling Dom up to him, Billy fumbled at the waist of Dom’s pants, struggling with the odd button/zip configuration, whilst also mashing his mouth against the other man, licking and caressing any parts that came in his path. Dom attempted to help him with his clothes, and, around getting in one another’s way, they managed to get Dom’s pulsing cock out of the tangle of his clothes and into Billy’s hand. Pushing his mouth onto Dom’s, Billy ravaged his mouth whilst working his hand up and down Dom’s shaft, the other hand remaining tangled up in the mess of Dom’s hair. Dom moaned into Billy’s mouth, hands raking frantically the other man’s body, feeling the hard slim lines, and the shapely almost curve of his firm arse. He could feel the pent up energy and drunken lust building up in his groin, making his skin vibrate and his senses reel with the goodness of it. His drunken mouth taking over in time to the rhythm of Billy’s hand on his swollen cock, Dom could feel the words flowing out of him;
- Fuckyesbillyfuckyesthatfeelssogoodfuckyesthereohyesfuckyesfuckyesss
the thick white liquid of his come poring over Billy’s hand to be smeared onto both of their jeans and up Dom’s shirt and through his hair as they continued to ravage each others mouths and thrust against each other softly, riding out their orgasms.
Slowly they became more aware of their less than savoury surrounds.
Sheepishly, brains somewhat cleared of fog, they looked at one another and grinned, standing up and fixing their clothes and making themselves seem somewhat presentable.
-So, ummm, do think we should head on out? Billy asked in his soft brogue.
-Well, there’s no point in waiting in here all night. Besides which, we should probably go rescue Lij and Orli from that girl that was stalking them out on the dance floor earlier.
-Ok then. Do you think we should talk about this? Are you ok with this?
-Yeah. Dom said, taking Billy’s hand. This is nothing to worry about. We were drunk, and stuff occurred (not unreasonably given how attractive the pair of us are) and we can go back out now dance some more, and not worry about this. This was fun. And if either of us encounter any unresolved issues that spring from this event we’ll deal with them later. I mean, its not like we won’t be seeing one another. We do work together and all, so its kinda unavoidable, and… Realising he was rambling, Dom stopped, grasping Billy’s hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. We can deal with this later, when we’re less of the drunk and not here, and all. But, uh… I was kinda wondering, what was it you said out on the dance floor earlier? That made, you, umm… , his sentence trailed off with a descriptive sweep of his hand towards their dishevelled states.
-You didn’t hear?
-Nah, it was too loud with the music and all
-Oh… nothing, it was nothing, doesn’t matter at all…
Dom grabbed Billy’s hand and twisted it up to his chest. -But I wanna know, Billy, he whined, using his best cajoling voice, the one that worked on just about everyone.
-I’ll tell you later then. Maybe. If you’re good.
Dom grinned wickedly.
-Maybe then I’ll tell you, he paused, grinning impishly, In, like, twenty years or so.
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Vereh nice! Excellent job!
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my first review!!!
thank you muchly *hugs*
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If I can make one remark, it would be about the end. Too much talking, for two people as drunk as they are and who've just made out in the bathroom. I think it would have been better with a few awkward smiles and the last lines.
But well, very nice all the same! :)
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Thanks!
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The only negative thing I can mention is that please use paragraphing. I know by experience that some people might actually skip the whole fic if it's not paragraphed.
Other than that, great work :)
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thanks!
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I feel we need a sequel because
a, it was great
b, we need to know what billy sed and if dom gets to know
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c, well i want more hot gay sex.
well theres no point in being subtle about these things ha ha ha ha ha
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and yeah, I'm working on writing a sequel. I'm only just getting into the fic writing thing though, so I'm not quite as fast as I should be, but its getting there.
thanks!
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*is wanting to friend you* well u say yes to more monaboyd. u hear my plees
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*snuggles*
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...is it sad that I've tried to transcribe that? hehehehe *sheepish* but would you mind sharing what Bills said?
it was a good story, very much so. But I really must say paragraphing should become your friend. it's great and all but formatting would make it soooo much greater..
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That's for Billy (and me) to know, and you to find out (maybe. if you're good)
Next time I post a story I'll definatly fix the formatting up a bit better.I forgot how nasty a full paragraph of text looks.
I'm glad you enjoyed the story. Thanks!
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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Actually, I'm quite anal about formatting and it says a lot that I stuck around to read this and loved it regardless. :)
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