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shellies.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Nov. 21st, 2003 09:28 pm)Title: Something to Treasure
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R
Summary: He hoped to God and all things holy that Dom didn’t come home early.
Archive: Little Things only, please.
Disclaimer: I’m pretty sure this never, ever happened.
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
domhobbitzes, who was kind enough to make me a tape of some Hetty episodes, including "Something to Treasure," aka The Episode With Dom’s Ass. Spoilers for that episode. Thanks to andrealyn for the insta-beta :)
Billy knew he was being more than a little sick, but he truly couldn’t help himself. As he pressed play and curled up in his bed, he knew that Dom would never – ever – let him hear the end of it if he knew. Though, really, Dom probably suspected as much, since it had been Billy’s prodding that had encouraged him to bring his tapes of Hetty Wainthropp Investigates back to New Zealand after his last trip home to Manchester.
Billy knew exactly what he wanted to watch. It was a silly episode – well, most of them were. The show had its merits, though, chiefly being that Dom was in it. And the shot Billy was waiting for, the one he knew would be coming up shortly, was so gratuitous that it almost made Billy laugh.
It was as though the director had said, ‘Ratings are a bit low, let’s get that Monaghan boy to show his arse, eh?’ Not that Billy was complaining, no. In fact, he was far from it as his hand unconsciously moved from the remote control to his VCR to his own stomach, rubbing softly and inching lower.
Billy shifted to find a more comfortable position, ending up on his side, facing the television. His hand, moving on its own accord, inched slowly up and down his stomach, stopping at the hairy trail that led below his sweats.
He hoped to God and all things holy that Dom didn’t come home early.
And there was Geoffrey – Dom – in his cute little mining outfit. He told himself, as his hand inched lower and lower, that Dom wasn’t all that young in this. Only a few years prior to their first meeting, right? So what if that still made the entire situation creepy? At least it was legal.
Not that there was ever anything illegal about wanking to one’s boyfriend’s old videos. Billy decided not to linger on that thought.
Instead, he let his mind wrap around the rise and fall of Dom’s – Geoffrey’s – voice. The way his eyes brightened as he explored the cave, the way his face scrunched up in that cute little confused way when Mrs. Wainthropp fretted about him being hurt. The way his back curved into his arse as the water ran in droplets down his body, trickling into the drain like the last remnants of Billy’s sanity.
His hand had long ago crept beneath the waistband of his pants and was now wrapped around the length of his cock. His breath hitched as it moved up and down, the flat of his palm slick with sweat and precum and his knuckles brushing against the inside of his boxer shorts.
By some miracle of dexterity, Billy managed to grasp the remote in his free hand and made quick use of the rewind function. Really, he shouldn’t be so turned on by a sight he was privy to nearly every day, but there was just something about it. Dom, so young and fresh and firm and–
Billy gasped quietly as he came, and he removed his hand, covered in his own want, shakily from his pants. He turned the tape off, no need to watch Dom kiss that Janet bird, was there? A quick glance at the clock and, ok, he was safe. Dom wasn’t expected home for a few more minutes and it gave Billy just enough time to rewind the tape – properly this time, not lingering on superfluous shots of Dom’s arse – and put it back in the box in the closet.
Dom was barely through the front door when Billy pounced, covering Dom’s mouth with his own. One look at Dom’s face told Billy that he knew – maybe not the whats and whys, but he knew enough. Dom’s hand lowered to Billy’s hastily cleaned sweats and he smiled. “Got started without me?”
Billy pushed forward and grinned against Dom’s mouth. “’Twas just a warm-up, love. Now it’s time for the real thing.”
End.
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R
Summary: He hoped to God and all things holy that Dom didn’t come home early.
Archive: Little Things only, please.
Disclaimer: I’m pretty sure this never, ever happened.
Notes: For
domhobbitzes, who was kind enough to make me a tape of some Hetty episodes, including "Something to Treasure," aka The Episode With Dom’s Ass. Spoilers for that episode. Thanks to andrealyn for the insta-beta :)Something to Treasure
Billy knew he was being more than a little sick, but he truly couldn’t help himself. As he pressed play and curled up in his bed, he knew that Dom would never – ever – let him hear the end of it if he knew. Though, really, Dom probably suspected as much, since it had been Billy’s prodding that had encouraged him to bring his tapes of Hetty Wainthropp Investigates back to New Zealand after his last trip home to Manchester.
Billy knew exactly what he wanted to watch. It was a silly episode – well, most of them were. The show had its merits, though, chiefly being that Dom was in it. And the shot Billy was waiting for, the one he knew would be coming up shortly, was so gratuitous that it almost made Billy laugh.
It was as though the director had said, ‘Ratings are a bit low, let’s get that Monaghan boy to show his arse, eh?’ Not that Billy was complaining, no. In fact, he was far from it as his hand unconsciously moved from the remote control to his VCR to his own stomach, rubbing softly and inching lower.
Billy shifted to find a more comfortable position, ending up on his side, facing the television. His hand, moving on its own accord, inched slowly up and down his stomach, stopping at the hairy trail that led below his sweats.
He hoped to God and all things holy that Dom didn’t come home early.
And there was Geoffrey – Dom – in his cute little mining outfit. He told himself, as his hand inched lower and lower, that Dom wasn’t all that young in this. Only a few years prior to their first meeting, right? So what if that still made the entire situation creepy? At least it was legal.
Not that there was ever anything illegal about wanking to one’s boyfriend’s old videos. Billy decided not to linger on that thought.
Instead, he let his mind wrap around the rise and fall of Dom’s – Geoffrey’s – voice. The way his eyes brightened as he explored the cave, the way his face scrunched up in that cute little confused way when Mrs. Wainthropp fretted about him being hurt. The way his back curved into his arse as the water ran in droplets down his body, trickling into the drain like the last remnants of Billy’s sanity.
His hand had long ago crept beneath the waistband of his pants and was now wrapped around the length of his cock. His breath hitched as it moved up and down, the flat of his palm slick with sweat and precum and his knuckles brushing against the inside of his boxer shorts.
By some miracle of dexterity, Billy managed to grasp the remote in his free hand and made quick use of the rewind function. Really, he shouldn’t be so turned on by a sight he was privy to nearly every day, but there was just something about it. Dom, so young and fresh and firm and–
Billy gasped quietly as he came, and he removed his hand, covered in his own want, shakily from his pants. He turned the tape off, no need to watch Dom kiss that Janet bird, was there? A quick glance at the clock and, ok, he was safe. Dom wasn’t expected home for a few more minutes and it gave Billy just enough time to rewind the tape – properly this time, not lingering on superfluous shots of Dom’s arse – and put it back in the box in the closet.
Dom was barely through the front door when Billy pounced, covering Dom’s mouth with his own. One look at Dom’s face told Billy that he knew – maybe not the whats and whys, but he knew enough. Dom’s hand lowered to Billy’s hastily cleaned sweats and he smiled. “Got started without me?”
Billy pushed forward and grinned against Dom’s mouth. “’Twas just a warm-up, love. Now it’s time for the real thing.”
End.
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