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sparklytiara.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Dec. 5th, 2003 09:35 pm)Title: After Falling 5/?
Author: Ami
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He's already fallen. It's getting back up that's the problem.
Disclaimer: 'Tis a sekrit that I'm not in on. *sigh*
Author's Notes: Yesh, we have an NC-17 which by default means we have some sex so if that's not your thing, don't read it. :p I haven't written an NC-17 in forever and a day, so, um, be kind. :)
After Falling
Billy was acting as though he’d never been kissed before. And maybe he hadn’t. Because he had never felt the way Dom’s kiss made him feel.
He was cold and hot all at once, his fingers aching from the strength with which they dug into Dom’s shoulders, but he was light-headed, horribly so. He couldn’t think quite straight, the only thought in his mind was Dom’s name, echoing and whispering, and Billy was surprised to hear himself whimper when Dom started to draw away. Instinctively, he pulled Dom back again, pressing his body flat against his, his mouth pressing against Dom’s again, hard enough to feel the firm row of teeth behind Dom’s lips. Dom’s lips opened, a gasp escaped against Billy’s lips, and there it was, that rhythm, mouths opening-closing, lips sliding, slick with saliva, rain, back-and-forth, warm mouths, cool rain, opening-closing, oh god, Dom, yes...
The ground was wet and soft beneath Billy’s knees as he fell, stumblingly, clutching at Dom’s shirt with his hands, Dom’s lips with his own. His jeans were soaked through, a part of Billy realized vaguely, as his hands slipped over the rain-drenched folds of Dom’s shirt to clasp around his neck, drawing him closer. Another gasp - he didn’t know who from, it all blended together so well in his mind - and then, Dom’s lips on his again, and Billy was fairly sure he’d never been kissed before in his life and that he’d forgotten how to breathe, if he’d ever known how to begin with.
It was a sudden clap of thunder that had them breaking apart, gasping, eyes wide. Dom’s hair was rumpled, he gave Billy a confused and then, accusing, look as though Billy had conjured up the thunder. Billy tried to smile but only a shadow of it appeared before a flash of lightning lit up the gray sky. “Maybe...maybe we should go in,” Billy whispered. His voice was rough, gravelly.
Maybe he hadn’t ever been kissed before.
Dom’s lips upturned into an easy smile briefly as he got to his feet, tugged at Billy’s hand until Billy slowly clambered up onto his own feet. Another strike of lightning flashed across the sky, sending the two men from their almost-dazed, silent stance on the back lawn scrambling for cover. “I’ll find us some towels,” Billy said as they made it onto the porch and stood, dripping, awkwardly for a moment, watching the rain and each other.
Dom nodded and slowly, wryly, wrung out his shirt. A smile began to play at his lips again and he glanced up at Billy, at the rain, and then down at his hand wringing at his shirt again, the smile still twitching at his lips. Billy followed his eyes...himself...the rain...Dom’s hands. Dom’s eyes flitted to rain and then back to Billy again and this time, they locked with Billy’s. Dom gave him a guilty smile before tearing his eyes away and suddenly, blushing, Billy knew what Dom was thinking of.
---
“Billy, Billy, Billy, BILLY!” Dom charges through the house, up the stairs, into the bedroom, a blur of color and sound. He pauses in the doorway to the bedroom, spies Billy sitting on the bed and without missing a beat, shrieks Billy’s name once more before launching himself at the bed.
Billy groans as Dom comes crashing down on the bed, half on him, half beside him. An elbow jabs into Billy’s stomach, a knee into his thigh and Dom’s hands grab wildly at any part of Billy to keep himself from rolling off the bed entirely. “Damn it, Dom,” Billy complains, trying to slither out from Dom, his expression annoyed and eyes exasperated as Dom rolls over, still flopped across Billy’s legs, onto his back and stares up at Billy, guileless and innocent. He smiles. Billy sighs and sets his book down from where’s he’s been holding it above his head, out of the way, on the table Dominic’s stomach makes for him.
Dom’s hand snakes up under Billy’s arm, turns down the corner of the page and shuts the cover and tosses it to the floor before Billy can even issue the complaint forming in his mouth. “Hey,” Billy grumbles anyway, not really caring about the book as Dom slowly sits up in his lap. “That ruins the pages of the book,” he continues in a drifting tone as Dom leans forward purposefully.
“I’ll buy you a hundred books with unruined pages if you kiss me now,” Dom promises, his eyes half-closing, a smile pulling at his lips.
Billy drops a brisk, dry peck on his cheek. “Will that do?”
“For a hundred books? Not at all.” Dom shifts his weight, reaches out for Billy. Billy moves willingly into his embrace and his kiss, Dom’s lips warm and familiar on his own.
“Will that do?” Billy repeats, his voice soft and low.
Dom considers. “No,” he says, and starts to lean for another kiss, when his eyes alight on the window and suddenly, he jerks away from Billy. “BILLY!”
“I thought we were done with the shouting of my name,” Billy says, leaning away from Dom, wincing.
“It’s raining.” Dom points to the window. Billy looks. Indeed, it is raining, a solid heavy rain that darkens the sky and splashes against the windowpane in great, fat drops.
“I see,” Billy says, slightly confused by Dom’s apparent excitement.
“I’ve never been kissed in the rain!” Dom’s eyes glimmer with excitement and he tugs at Billy’s shirtsleeve impatiently.
Billy sighs. “And I suppose I’m the person to do the job?”
Nod nod.
A smile. A glimmer of mischief in green eyes. “Then we’d best get outside then before it stops.”
A quick twist of Dom’s lips, then a solemn look. “Yes. We’d best hurry.” And Billy grabs Dom’s hand and pulls him off the bed.
---
Billy is growing slightly apprehensive about his former impulse as he watches the rain pour down from the shelter of the back door. Dom is already outside, drenched and loving it, his head tilted back, his eyes shut as rain splashes over his face. “Billy?”
“I’m coming.” Determinedly, Billy edges the door open, places one hesitant foot on the lawn. It’s cold and wet and squishy and if Dom wasn’t waiting for him, he would have turned right back around and gone straight back to his bedroom and his book.
But Dom *is* waiting for him.
Billy sighs and takes another step. He is immediately soaked and immediately attacked by Dom.
Dom’s lips are a warm, sharp contrast to the cold rain beating down on him, hard and firm against Billy’s. His lips move in slow, sliding movements across Billy’s lips, slowly guiding Billy’s mouth into a slow rhythm of movement, of mouths opening and tongues probing and whispered gasps.
Its funny how often Billy forgets how he loves kissing Dom. He knows he loves it, of course, he only thinks about it every other second or so. But unless he is actually kissing Dom, can actually feel his lips, hear his gasps, he doesn’t remember quite how much he adores it.
Billy thinks he could stay here, in the rain, cold and wet and shivering, and kiss Dom forever.
Abruptly, almost rudely, Dom breaks off the kiss, jerks his mouth from Billy’s and takes a step or two back. Billy breathes in deeply, locks his eyes on Dom’s. “Worth a hundred books?” he asks.
Dom’s lips pull into a crooked smile. “Almost,” he says, and closes the distance between them once again.
“It’s raining,” Billy reminds him as a particularly large drop splashes into his eyes, temporarily blinds him.
“Yeah. I know.” Dom’s lips press lightly against the corner of Billy’s mouth, work their way down his throat and his hands are playing with the buttons of the shirt rain has plastered to Billy’s body.
“Dom...” there is a warning tone to Billy’s voice as Dom casually pops open the first button.
“Billy...” Dom mimics his tone, his accent, and pops open the second button.
“It’s *raining*.”
“Yes. It is.” The weather is of supreme indifference to Dom as he makes quick work of the rest of Billy’s shirt. Billy shivers as a cool breeze hits his bare skin, rain light and cold running in trickles down his chest, soaking in the waistband of his jeans. Dom’s fingers are light, slightly rough to the touch as they follow paths of the raindrops over Billy’s skin.
Billy’s not shivering because of cold anymore.
Dom’s fingers continue their inquisitive movements, light caresses and careful scrapes of the nails over Billy’s skin. Dom’s lips are still pressing kisses to Billy’s mouth and throat. “Dom?”
“Yes?” Short blunt fingernails scrape over a nipple.
A hiss. “This is crazy.”
“I know.” Mouth follows the paths of raindrops and fingers. Dom’s mouth is hot, warming Billy’s chilled flesh, touches his over-sensitized skin, envelopes a nipple and mimics the scraping motion of his fingernails with his teeth.
Billy’s hands reach down and tug at Dom’s t-shirt, stuck fast to his body by rain, struggle until its over his head, off his body. “It’s raining, Billy,” Dom says, his tone full of mock-reproach as Billy’s fingers skim over his skin.
“I like rain,” Billy says, growls really, and Dom laughs. Billy gives him the fiercest look he can muster which isn’t really very fierce and only makes Dom laugh harder. And then, suddenly, they’re both laughing because it’s raining and it’s cold and they’re both half-naked and Dom is kissing Billy again, warming him through and through and then; and then, they’re stumbling, falling onto the cold, muddy ground and Billy says something about fuckin’ animals and Dom corrects him, fucking *like* animals and for some reason, that’s hysterically funny to them both as buttons are undone, zippers tugged and clothes are lost in the whirling mass of rain, heat, and of Dom’s lips guiding Billy to places he’s never considered venturing to before.
For the first time Billy is really aware of and extraordinarily grateful for the fences and shrubbery that surround his neighbors’ back lawns. That is the very last thing either of them need, Billy knows, lying on the ground beneath Dom, trying to keep himself from screaming at Dom to just go ahead and fuck him properly (and at the same time, trying to keep his mind off the fact that there’s mud and grass all over himself and in places Billy never dreamed mud and grass would go). Eyewitness reports of - yes, I did indeed, I saw Billy Boyd and Dom Monaghan fucking in the grass in the midst of a rainstorm, s’true that the hobbits are one with nature if you know what I mean, ha bloody ha, - and thus cueing a mass outbreak of tabloids, press conferences, and whatever else one does when confronted with public sex scandals. Blame it on a crap childhood and loads of alcohol, Billy supposes.
And bloody fucking hell, Dom’s mouth is all around his fucking cock and so goddamn hot and wet and Billy’s body is on fucking *fire* as he thrusts up against Dom’s mouth, begging, silently for release. Dom’s mouth moves, fast and slick, taking him in and in and in and Billy is truly afraid he will shatter into a hundred million pieces if Dom doesn’t take him to the very edge, very soon.
The feel of the rain against his hot skin makes Billy gasp loudly and wrench himself into a sitting position. The absence Dom’s lips on him his is intensely noticeable and Billy nearly cries with frustration to see Dom kneeling before him, his eyes calm and his face serene and if it wasn’t for the fact that he can feel Dom’s erection against his thigh, he’d suspect Dom wasn’t even minutely aroused.
Dom leans forward, kisses Billy, silencing any potential sounds of argument or frustration, until Billy is pacified enough to lay back, to allow Dom’s fingers to stroke gently over the curve of his ass - “you fuckin’ minger, I haven’t got any lube,” Billy says shortly, jerking away from Dom. Experience has taught them that this is a step best not skipped and Billy glares accusingly at Dom.
Dom gives him a cheeky grin. Pulls away from Billy, locates his discarded jeans and searches the numerous pockets before - “Aha.”
“Incredible,” Billy murmurs, incredulous at Dom’s eternal optimism that he will always be able to find a place and time to fuck Billy. Short gasps, moans, escape him, the same emotion mirrored in Dom’s face as he slowly moves his fingers, first one, and then two, and then three, familiar fingers that search and probe until they brush against something makes Billy shudder and whisper Dom’s name.
It’s still raining.
Billy’s eyes close and he whispers Dom’s name again as he rearranges his limbs around Dom as Dom’s fingers leave him. He’s shaking slightly under, partially from the chill that follows the heat racing up and down his body, partially from the feeling of Dom’s slow, slow, penetration.
A gasp from Dom, a stifled groan from Billy.
And then, the sound of skin on skin, the sound of the wind rushing past Billy’s ears and the sound of raindrops soaking into the ground, splashing off their bodies. The feel of Dom’s breath, warm and soft on his face, Dom’s back slick with sweat and rain beneath his fingertips, the feel of Dom’s thrust, the feeling of Dom filling him completely, of owning him entirely. Gasps and moans and whispers, the wind rustling, the rain dropping, skin on skin, Billy is dying, dying, please, please, please...
“Open your eyes, Billy.” Dom nearly barks the command out at him and Billy’s eyes fly open, his nails digging into Dom’s back and his hips thrusting up against Dom’s, begging him for harder, faster, more, now, please.
Billy’s breath catches in his throat. He can’t breathe, he may never be able to breathe again. Dom is lovely then, far lovelier than Billy has ever seen him before, his eyes the same dark gray color of the sky above him, his hair, almost brown in its wet state, plastered to his forehead, his body moving rhythmically against Billy’s, Billy loves his body, and he stares into Billy’s eyes, whispers, “Want to see you come.”
Billy’s eyes shut again- “Open your eyes, Billy, I want you to see me, I want to see you.” An aggressive thrust, one hand that lifts from the ground and traces its way down Billy’s chest and stomach, leaves a trail of dirt and grass, grasps Billy’s arousal firmly and *strokes*.
And Billy is completely lost as he shudders, not from cold, not from rain, not from emotion, not from anything but sheer climax, and clenches himself around Dom and says Dom’s name hoarsely. And his eyes never leave Dom’s as Dom follows the fall of his climax with a groan, several expletives and a warm rushing heat throughout Billy and then with a hushed moan, collapses against Billy, his weight warm and familiar and whispers, “A thousand books at least.”
---
Billy sighed to see Dominic kneeling before the fireplace, still wearing his wet clothing, bare footed and perplexed. “Why the hell doesn’t your fire light?”
“Because it’s bloody electric. Here.” Billy tossed him a towel. He knew Dom wouldn’t have bothered to change into dry clothes, “Dry your head at least, you’re going to catch pneumonia and it’ll be my fault and then you’ll be deathly ill and cost me a fortune in hospital bills trying to make it up to you.”
“Been taking lessons from Sean, have you?” Dom asked wryly in response to the concern in Billy’s voice, catching the towel and patting absently at his head before draping it around his neck. “Why the hell have you got an electric fire?”
“Dunno. S’how the place was built.”
“Stupid. What a crap idea, building an electric fireplace.”
“I’ll be sure to call the builders and tell them that. They’ll be scarred for life.”
“As they right well should be.”
Billy rolled his eyes. “Do you want me to light it?”
“No. I want something to eat. What have you got in this crappily built house to eat?” Dom looked at Billy expectantly.
Billy snorted at *that*. “If you think I’m going to cook for you after that comment about me being crap at cooking, you are sorely mistaken.”
“It’s not so much you’re a crap cook, it’s just that you...skip steps. And put some together.” Dom tried amend but after much banter and some flat out arguing, it was decided (or rather, ordered by a slightly cranky Billy) that if they both went to the grocery, they could find something with few enough steps that Billy wouldn’t be struck with the urge to toss everything together in a dish and microwave it for a couple minutes and enough complications that Dom would feel as though he was getting a real dinner (such as peanut butter sandwiches, for example, Billy mused and was told to kiss Dom’s little white British ass for his pains).
The grocery store was a simple enough - Dom said get this and Billy got that. It was cooking the meal that proved the problem.
“You can set the table.”
“I don’t get to cook anything?!”
“Erm. You can make a salad.”
“I can handle more than a salad, Dom.”
“I’ve seen you cook.” Dom put on a horrible Scottish accent in what Billy assumed to be an exaggeration of his own. “Brown the meat and sauté the vegetables? That’s too much bloody work, I’ll just toss them together in the same pan and turn the heat up to high, it’s much faster, who gives a flying shit if they burn to a crisp in the process? An hour to bake a potato? Fuck no, I’ll pop ‘em in the microwave for TEN MINUTES without POKING HOLES IN THEM and it’ll be good.”
Billy found that he couldn’t really argue with such sound logic and settled for muttering, “I’ve never said ‘who gives a flying shit’ in my LIFE,” and washing some lettuce to make, “the best damn salad you’ve ever had, Monaghan.”
Billy hadn’t known what a kiss could do to a relationship, not really, before now. Somehow, the awkwardness had dissolved into nothingness and he was able to talk with Dom, not quite as before, but with relative ease, able to laugh with him and at him and be shown the same courtesy in return. He didn’t *have* to worry about getting too close, about being in Dom’s space, he could rest his hand on Dom’s knee when he was talking intently about something and not come to the sudden realization this isn’t right and snatching it away, he could lean across Dom to reach for something and get told to move his ass, pretty as it was, away from Dom’s face and be smacked on the offending feature for added emphasis. Billy hadn’t known how important physical contact was in a relationship before either.
It seemed that whatever reservations Dom had had were swept away as well. He talked constantly, a steady stream of chatter, sometime relevant, sometimes completely random, but never the nervous stilted conversation he’d offered Billy before. He smacked a kiss on Billy’s cheek and assured it was indeed, the best damn salad he’d ever had. And as the night progressed, they by turn, became more serious and Billy learned more about Dom in that one night than he had in the past year and Billy knew that he was spilling secrets to Dom that he hadn’t dreamed would ever cross his lips before.
They talk about everything except the things Billy wanted most to talk about. Why did you leave before? Why didn’t we speak for so long? Are you leaving again? Why did you kiss me out there? Why are you here now? But that was all right for now, it was all right for that night. And in that dark secret part of him that he tried not to connect to too often, Billy knew that he didn’t really want to find out the answers no matter how desperately he wanted to speak of them. He was afraid he might hear the wrong answer, might give the wrong one.
He couldn’t have stood knowing those things, not that night, not when everything had suddenly, finally, fallen into place.
It was nearly one in the morning when Billy realized they would have to go to bed eventually. And what was he supposed to do when that came? Billy wasn’t planning on fucking Dom (or making love to him or sleeping with him or getting laid or whatever the hell it was that they had done in the past) that night, but things didn’t always go as planned. And Billy knew, *knew* as surely as though it had already happened, that if he kissed Dom good night, it wouldn’t stop there. And Billy didn’t want it to go beyond that, not yet. Not until he knew that Dom wasn’t going to leave him again, that he wasn’t going to draw away from Dom again. He was past all the games and casualness, he didn’t need to run about in circles with Dom, always wondering, but never knowing because whenever he got close, it ended in a fuck.
He’d already been there with Dom. He didn’t need to go back.
It was somewhere in the midst of all these musings that Billy found the solution to his problem.
He fell asleep on the sofa.
Billy wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep before Dom left him. It was Dom’s leaving that woke him slightly, woke him enough to vaguely realize that Dom was covering him with a blanket and sighing softly. There was a brush across his forehead that may have been Dom’s lips or maybe it was only his hand brushing away a stray hair before the light clicked off, leaving Billy in darkness.
He sighed and rolled over, instinctively scrunching beneath the blanket. Before he fell asleep again, a thought strayed across his mind, a memory really, of Dom’s earlier action of buttoning his shirt for him. What was Dom looking for? He kissed Billy like a lover and then he had tucked him in like a child.
It was a disgruntling thought, one that jolted him into wakefulness and kept him there for the rest of the night.
Author: Ami
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He's already fallen. It's getting back up that's the problem.
Disclaimer: 'Tis a sekrit that I'm not in on. *sigh*
Author's Notes: Yesh, we have an NC-17 which by default means we have some sex so if that's not your thing, don't read it. :p I haven't written an NC-17 in forever and a day, so, um, be kind. :)
After Falling
Billy was acting as though he’d never been kissed before. And maybe he hadn’t. Because he had never felt the way Dom’s kiss made him feel.
He was cold and hot all at once, his fingers aching from the strength with which they dug into Dom’s shoulders, but he was light-headed, horribly so. He couldn’t think quite straight, the only thought in his mind was Dom’s name, echoing and whispering, and Billy was surprised to hear himself whimper when Dom started to draw away. Instinctively, he pulled Dom back again, pressing his body flat against his, his mouth pressing against Dom’s again, hard enough to feel the firm row of teeth behind Dom’s lips. Dom’s lips opened, a gasp escaped against Billy’s lips, and there it was, that rhythm, mouths opening-closing, lips sliding, slick with saliva, rain, back-and-forth, warm mouths, cool rain, opening-closing, oh god, Dom, yes...
The ground was wet and soft beneath Billy’s knees as he fell, stumblingly, clutching at Dom’s shirt with his hands, Dom’s lips with his own. His jeans were soaked through, a part of Billy realized vaguely, as his hands slipped over the rain-drenched folds of Dom’s shirt to clasp around his neck, drawing him closer. Another gasp - he didn’t know who from, it all blended together so well in his mind - and then, Dom’s lips on his again, and Billy was fairly sure he’d never been kissed before in his life and that he’d forgotten how to breathe, if he’d ever known how to begin with.
It was a sudden clap of thunder that had them breaking apart, gasping, eyes wide. Dom’s hair was rumpled, he gave Billy a confused and then, accusing, look as though Billy had conjured up the thunder. Billy tried to smile but only a shadow of it appeared before a flash of lightning lit up the gray sky. “Maybe...maybe we should go in,” Billy whispered. His voice was rough, gravelly.
Maybe he hadn’t ever been kissed before.
Dom’s lips upturned into an easy smile briefly as he got to his feet, tugged at Billy’s hand until Billy slowly clambered up onto his own feet. Another strike of lightning flashed across the sky, sending the two men from their almost-dazed, silent stance on the back lawn scrambling for cover. “I’ll find us some towels,” Billy said as they made it onto the porch and stood, dripping, awkwardly for a moment, watching the rain and each other.
Dom nodded and slowly, wryly, wrung out his shirt. A smile began to play at his lips again and he glanced up at Billy, at the rain, and then down at his hand wringing at his shirt again, the smile still twitching at his lips. Billy followed his eyes...himself...the rain...Dom’s hands. Dom’s eyes flitted to rain and then back to Billy again and this time, they locked with Billy’s. Dom gave him a guilty smile before tearing his eyes away and suddenly, blushing, Billy knew what Dom was thinking of.
---
“Billy, Billy, Billy, BILLY!” Dom charges through the house, up the stairs, into the bedroom, a blur of color and sound. He pauses in the doorway to the bedroom, spies Billy sitting on the bed and without missing a beat, shrieks Billy’s name once more before launching himself at the bed.
Billy groans as Dom comes crashing down on the bed, half on him, half beside him. An elbow jabs into Billy’s stomach, a knee into his thigh and Dom’s hands grab wildly at any part of Billy to keep himself from rolling off the bed entirely. “Damn it, Dom,” Billy complains, trying to slither out from Dom, his expression annoyed and eyes exasperated as Dom rolls over, still flopped across Billy’s legs, onto his back and stares up at Billy, guileless and innocent. He smiles. Billy sighs and sets his book down from where’s he’s been holding it above his head, out of the way, on the table Dominic’s stomach makes for him.
Dom’s hand snakes up under Billy’s arm, turns down the corner of the page and shuts the cover and tosses it to the floor before Billy can even issue the complaint forming in his mouth. “Hey,” Billy grumbles anyway, not really caring about the book as Dom slowly sits up in his lap. “That ruins the pages of the book,” he continues in a drifting tone as Dom leans forward purposefully.
“I’ll buy you a hundred books with unruined pages if you kiss me now,” Dom promises, his eyes half-closing, a smile pulling at his lips.
Billy drops a brisk, dry peck on his cheek. “Will that do?”
“For a hundred books? Not at all.” Dom shifts his weight, reaches out for Billy. Billy moves willingly into his embrace and his kiss, Dom’s lips warm and familiar on his own.
“Will that do?” Billy repeats, his voice soft and low.
Dom considers. “No,” he says, and starts to lean for another kiss, when his eyes alight on the window and suddenly, he jerks away from Billy. “BILLY!”
“I thought we were done with the shouting of my name,” Billy says, leaning away from Dom, wincing.
“It’s raining.” Dom points to the window. Billy looks. Indeed, it is raining, a solid heavy rain that darkens the sky and splashes against the windowpane in great, fat drops.
“I see,” Billy says, slightly confused by Dom’s apparent excitement.
“I’ve never been kissed in the rain!” Dom’s eyes glimmer with excitement and he tugs at Billy’s shirtsleeve impatiently.
Billy sighs. “And I suppose I’m the person to do the job?”
Nod nod.
A smile. A glimmer of mischief in green eyes. “Then we’d best get outside then before it stops.”
A quick twist of Dom’s lips, then a solemn look. “Yes. We’d best hurry.” And Billy grabs Dom’s hand and pulls him off the bed.
---
Billy is growing slightly apprehensive about his former impulse as he watches the rain pour down from the shelter of the back door. Dom is already outside, drenched and loving it, his head tilted back, his eyes shut as rain splashes over his face. “Billy?”
“I’m coming.” Determinedly, Billy edges the door open, places one hesitant foot on the lawn. It’s cold and wet and squishy and if Dom wasn’t waiting for him, he would have turned right back around and gone straight back to his bedroom and his book.
But Dom *is* waiting for him.
Billy sighs and takes another step. He is immediately soaked and immediately attacked by Dom.
Dom’s lips are a warm, sharp contrast to the cold rain beating down on him, hard and firm against Billy’s. His lips move in slow, sliding movements across Billy’s lips, slowly guiding Billy’s mouth into a slow rhythm of movement, of mouths opening and tongues probing and whispered gasps.
Its funny how often Billy forgets how he loves kissing Dom. He knows he loves it, of course, he only thinks about it every other second or so. But unless he is actually kissing Dom, can actually feel his lips, hear his gasps, he doesn’t remember quite how much he adores it.
Billy thinks he could stay here, in the rain, cold and wet and shivering, and kiss Dom forever.
Abruptly, almost rudely, Dom breaks off the kiss, jerks his mouth from Billy’s and takes a step or two back. Billy breathes in deeply, locks his eyes on Dom’s. “Worth a hundred books?” he asks.
Dom’s lips pull into a crooked smile. “Almost,” he says, and closes the distance between them once again.
“It’s raining,” Billy reminds him as a particularly large drop splashes into his eyes, temporarily blinds him.
“Yeah. I know.” Dom’s lips press lightly against the corner of Billy’s mouth, work their way down his throat and his hands are playing with the buttons of the shirt rain has plastered to Billy’s body.
“Dom...” there is a warning tone to Billy’s voice as Dom casually pops open the first button.
“Billy...” Dom mimics his tone, his accent, and pops open the second button.
“It’s *raining*.”
“Yes. It is.” The weather is of supreme indifference to Dom as he makes quick work of the rest of Billy’s shirt. Billy shivers as a cool breeze hits his bare skin, rain light and cold running in trickles down his chest, soaking in the waistband of his jeans. Dom’s fingers are light, slightly rough to the touch as they follow paths of the raindrops over Billy’s skin.
Billy’s not shivering because of cold anymore.
Dom’s fingers continue their inquisitive movements, light caresses and careful scrapes of the nails over Billy’s skin. Dom’s lips are still pressing kisses to Billy’s mouth and throat. “Dom?”
“Yes?” Short blunt fingernails scrape over a nipple.
A hiss. “This is crazy.”
“I know.” Mouth follows the paths of raindrops and fingers. Dom’s mouth is hot, warming Billy’s chilled flesh, touches his over-sensitized skin, envelopes a nipple and mimics the scraping motion of his fingernails with his teeth.
Billy’s hands reach down and tug at Dom’s t-shirt, stuck fast to his body by rain, struggle until its over his head, off his body. “It’s raining, Billy,” Dom says, his tone full of mock-reproach as Billy’s fingers skim over his skin.
“I like rain,” Billy says, growls really, and Dom laughs. Billy gives him the fiercest look he can muster which isn’t really very fierce and only makes Dom laugh harder. And then, suddenly, they’re both laughing because it’s raining and it’s cold and they’re both half-naked and Dom is kissing Billy again, warming him through and through and then; and then, they’re stumbling, falling onto the cold, muddy ground and Billy says something about fuckin’ animals and Dom corrects him, fucking *like* animals and for some reason, that’s hysterically funny to them both as buttons are undone, zippers tugged and clothes are lost in the whirling mass of rain, heat, and of Dom’s lips guiding Billy to places he’s never considered venturing to before.
For the first time Billy is really aware of and extraordinarily grateful for the fences and shrubbery that surround his neighbors’ back lawns. That is the very last thing either of them need, Billy knows, lying on the ground beneath Dom, trying to keep himself from screaming at Dom to just go ahead and fuck him properly (and at the same time, trying to keep his mind off the fact that there’s mud and grass all over himself and in places Billy never dreamed mud and grass would go). Eyewitness reports of - yes, I did indeed, I saw Billy Boyd and Dom Monaghan fucking in the grass in the midst of a rainstorm, s’true that the hobbits are one with nature if you know what I mean, ha bloody ha, - and thus cueing a mass outbreak of tabloids, press conferences, and whatever else one does when confronted with public sex scandals. Blame it on a crap childhood and loads of alcohol, Billy supposes.
And bloody fucking hell, Dom’s mouth is all around his fucking cock and so goddamn hot and wet and Billy’s body is on fucking *fire* as he thrusts up against Dom’s mouth, begging, silently for release. Dom’s mouth moves, fast and slick, taking him in and in and in and Billy is truly afraid he will shatter into a hundred million pieces if Dom doesn’t take him to the very edge, very soon.
The feel of the rain against his hot skin makes Billy gasp loudly and wrench himself into a sitting position. The absence Dom’s lips on him his is intensely noticeable and Billy nearly cries with frustration to see Dom kneeling before him, his eyes calm and his face serene and if it wasn’t for the fact that he can feel Dom’s erection against his thigh, he’d suspect Dom wasn’t even minutely aroused.
Dom leans forward, kisses Billy, silencing any potential sounds of argument or frustration, until Billy is pacified enough to lay back, to allow Dom’s fingers to stroke gently over the curve of his ass - “you fuckin’ minger, I haven’t got any lube,” Billy says shortly, jerking away from Dom. Experience has taught them that this is a step best not skipped and Billy glares accusingly at Dom.
Dom gives him a cheeky grin. Pulls away from Billy, locates his discarded jeans and searches the numerous pockets before - “Aha.”
“Incredible,” Billy murmurs, incredulous at Dom’s eternal optimism that he will always be able to find a place and time to fuck Billy. Short gasps, moans, escape him, the same emotion mirrored in Dom’s face as he slowly moves his fingers, first one, and then two, and then three, familiar fingers that search and probe until they brush against something makes Billy shudder and whisper Dom’s name.
It’s still raining.
Billy’s eyes close and he whispers Dom’s name again as he rearranges his limbs around Dom as Dom’s fingers leave him. He’s shaking slightly under, partially from the chill that follows the heat racing up and down his body, partially from the feeling of Dom’s slow, slow, penetration.
A gasp from Dom, a stifled groan from Billy.
And then, the sound of skin on skin, the sound of the wind rushing past Billy’s ears and the sound of raindrops soaking into the ground, splashing off their bodies. The feel of Dom’s breath, warm and soft on his face, Dom’s back slick with sweat and rain beneath his fingertips, the feel of Dom’s thrust, the feeling of Dom filling him completely, of owning him entirely. Gasps and moans and whispers, the wind rustling, the rain dropping, skin on skin, Billy is dying, dying, please, please, please...
“Open your eyes, Billy.” Dom nearly barks the command out at him and Billy’s eyes fly open, his nails digging into Dom’s back and his hips thrusting up against Dom’s, begging him for harder, faster, more, now, please.
Billy’s breath catches in his throat. He can’t breathe, he may never be able to breathe again. Dom is lovely then, far lovelier than Billy has ever seen him before, his eyes the same dark gray color of the sky above him, his hair, almost brown in its wet state, plastered to his forehead, his body moving rhythmically against Billy’s, Billy loves his body, and he stares into Billy’s eyes, whispers, “Want to see you come.”
Billy’s eyes shut again- “Open your eyes, Billy, I want you to see me, I want to see you.” An aggressive thrust, one hand that lifts from the ground and traces its way down Billy’s chest and stomach, leaves a trail of dirt and grass, grasps Billy’s arousal firmly and *strokes*.
And Billy is completely lost as he shudders, not from cold, not from rain, not from emotion, not from anything but sheer climax, and clenches himself around Dom and says Dom’s name hoarsely. And his eyes never leave Dom’s as Dom follows the fall of his climax with a groan, several expletives and a warm rushing heat throughout Billy and then with a hushed moan, collapses against Billy, his weight warm and familiar and whispers, “A thousand books at least.”
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Billy sighed to see Dominic kneeling before the fireplace, still wearing his wet clothing, bare footed and perplexed. “Why the hell doesn’t your fire light?”
“Because it’s bloody electric. Here.” Billy tossed him a towel. He knew Dom wouldn’t have bothered to change into dry clothes, “Dry your head at least, you’re going to catch pneumonia and it’ll be my fault and then you’ll be deathly ill and cost me a fortune in hospital bills trying to make it up to you.”
“Been taking lessons from Sean, have you?” Dom asked wryly in response to the concern in Billy’s voice, catching the towel and patting absently at his head before draping it around his neck. “Why the hell have you got an electric fire?”
“Dunno. S’how the place was built.”
“Stupid. What a crap idea, building an electric fireplace.”
“I’ll be sure to call the builders and tell them that. They’ll be scarred for life.”
“As they right well should be.”
Billy rolled his eyes. “Do you want me to light it?”
“No. I want something to eat. What have you got in this crappily built house to eat?” Dom looked at Billy expectantly.
Billy snorted at *that*. “If you think I’m going to cook for you after that comment about me being crap at cooking, you are sorely mistaken.”
“It’s not so much you’re a crap cook, it’s just that you...skip steps. And put some together.” Dom tried amend but after much banter and some flat out arguing, it was decided (or rather, ordered by a slightly cranky Billy) that if they both went to the grocery, they could find something with few enough steps that Billy wouldn’t be struck with the urge to toss everything together in a dish and microwave it for a couple minutes and enough complications that Dom would feel as though he was getting a real dinner (such as peanut butter sandwiches, for example, Billy mused and was told to kiss Dom’s little white British ass for his pains).
The grocery store was a simple enough - Dom said get this and Billy got that. It was cooking the meal that proved the problem.
“You can set the table.”
“I don’t get to cook anything?!”
“Erm. You can make a salad.”
“I can handle more than a salad, Dom.”
“I’ve seen you cook.” Dom put on a horrible Scottish accent in what Billy assumed to be an exaggeration of his own. “Brown the meat and sauté the vegetables? That’s too much bloody work, I’ll just toss them together in the same pan and turn the heat up to high, it’s much faster, who gives a flying shit if they burn to a crisp in the process? An hour to bake a potato? Fuck no, I’ll pop ‘em in the microwave for TEN MINUTES without POKING HOLES IN THEM and it’ll be good.”
Billy found that he couldn’t really argue with such sound logic and settled for muttering, “I’ve never said ‘who gives a flying shit’ in my LIFE,” and washing some lettuce to make, “the best damn salad you’ve ever had, Monaghan.”
Billy hadn’t known what a kiss could do to a relationship, not really, before now. Somehow, the awkwardness had dissolved into nothingness and he was able to talk with Dom, not quite as before, but with relative ease, able to laugh with him and at him and be shown the same courtesy in return. He didn’t *have* to worry about getting too close, about being in Dom’s space, he could rest his hand on Dom’s knee when he was talking intently about something and not come to the sudden realization this isn’t right and snatching it away, he could lean across Dom to reach for something and get told to move his ass, pretty as it was, away from Dom’s face and be smacked on the offending feature for added emphasis. Billy hadn’t known how important physical contact was in a relationship before either.
It seemed that whatever reservations Dom had had were swept away as well. He talked constantly, a steady stream of chatter, sometime relevant, sometimes completely random, but never the nervous stilted conversation he’d offered Billy before. He smacked a kiss on Billy’s cheek and assured it was indeed, the best damn salad he’d ever had. And as the night progressed, they by turn, became more serious and Billy learned more about Dom in that one night than he had in the past year and Billy knew that he was spilling secrets to Dom that he hadn’t dreamed would ever cross his lips before.
They talk about everything except the things Billy wanted most to talk about. Why did you leave before? Why didn’t we speak for so long? Are you leaving again? Why did you kiss me out there? Why are you here now? But that was all right for now, it was all right for that night. And in that dark secret part of him that he tried not to connect to too often, Billy knew that he didn’t really want to find out the answers no matter how desperately he wanted to speak of them. He was afraid he might hear the wrong answer, might give the wrong one.
He couldn’t have stood knowing those things, not that night, not when everything had suddenly, finally, fallen into place.
It was nearly one in the morning when Billy realized they would have to go to bed eventually. And what was he supposed to do when that came? Billy wasn’t planning on fucking Dom (or making love to him or sleeping with him or getting laid or whatever the hell it was that they had done in the past) that night, but things didn’t always go as planned. And Billy knew, *knew* as surely as though it had already happened, that if he kissed Dom good night, it wouldn’t stop there. And Billy didn’t want it to go beyond that, not yet. Not until he knew that Dom wasn’t going to leave him again, that he wasn’t going to draw away from Dom again. He was past all the games and casualness, he didn’t need to run about in circles with Dom, always wondering, but never knowing because whenever he got close, it ended in a fuck.
He’d already been there with Dom. He didn’t need to go back.
It was somewhere in the midst of all these musings that Billy found the solution to his problem.
He fell asleep on the sofa.
Billy wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep before Dom left him. It was Dom’s leaving that woke him slightly, woke him enough to vaguely realize that Dom was covering him with a blanket and sighing softly. There was a brush across his forehead that may have been Dom’s lips or maybe it was only his hand brushing away a stray hair before the light clicked off, leaving Billy in darkness.
He sighed and rolled over, instinctively scrunching beneath the blanket. Before he fell asleep again, a thought strayed across his mind, a memory really, of Dom’s earlier action of buttoning his shirt for him. What was Dom looking for? He kissed Billy like a lover and then he had tucked him in like a child.
It was a disgruntling thought, one that jolted him into wakefulness and kept him there for the rest of the night.
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*eeep* sorry. Now to the real review... (which is gibberish really because this fic has left a wiggling pile of goo on the floor)
It was lovely and HOT and just perfect! Tension and hesitation flow through this fic so wonderfully. Billy's confusion and love/longing for Dom just make me ache.
Please write more? Please?
<---- I'll give you Ringporn!
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:D And thank you vereh vereh much for the vereh vereh nice comments. *beams and gives you not one, but TWO cookies*
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Brave, Strong Billy resisting temptation...This was a whirlwind of emotion, with written images and evocations tht held me. I liked the rain and the burnt food discriptions, the feelings of uncertainty underlying the whole story. I look forward to reading the next installment :D
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you are welcome verah verah much! =D
TWO cookie? For ME?!? *glomps*
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You updated for ME. Yes, for me cause in my mind I've been
stalkingencouraging you to update in spite of the flashback sex scene i wrote, which, really, after reading this, is no where NEAR as enjoyable as yours! This is so nice and leaves you with nummy warm feelings!*sets you down so you can watch her squee*
Lemmie go over mah fav parts, yes?
“I like rain,” Billy says, growls really, and Dom laughs
*Swoons*
“Open your eyes, Billy.” Dom nearly barks the command out at him and Billy’s eyes fly open, his nails digging into Dom’s back and his hips thrusting up against Dom’s, begging him for harder, faster, more, now, please...
Dom is lovely then, far lovelier than Billy has ever seen him before, his eyes the same dark gray color of the sky above him, his hair, almost brown in its wet state, plastered to his forehead, his body moving rhythmically against Billy’s, Billy loves his body, and he stares into Billy’s eyes, whispers, “Want to see you come.”
Billy’s eyes shut again- “Open your eyes, Billy, I want you to see me, I want to see you.” An aggressive thrust, one hand that lifts from the ground and traces its way down Billy’s chest and stomach, leaves a trail of dirt and grass, grasps Billy’s arousal firmly and *strokes*.
Jesus, you should WARN a girl before you do this!
“I don’t get to cook anything?!”
“Erm. You can make a salad.”
“I can handle more than a salad, Dom.”
“I’ve seen you cook.” Dom put on a horrible Scottish accent in what Billy assumed to be an exaggeration of his own. “Brown the meat and sauté the vegetables? That’s too much bloody work, I’ll just toss them together in the same pan and turn the heat up to high, it’s much faster, who gives a flying shit if they burn to a crisp in the process? An hour to bake a potato? Fuck no, I’ll pop ‘em in the microwave for TEN MINUTES without POKING HOLES IN THEM and it’ll be good.”
Billy found that he couldn’t really argue with such sound logic and settled for muttering, “I’ve never said ‘who gives a flying shit’ in my LIFE,” and washing some lettuce to make, “the best damn salad you’ve ever had, Monaghan.
This made me laugh and smile like a boob.
Perfect. Really, I loved it from the first line, and this was just SQUEE worthy! It's warm and sad, and hot, seriously FUCKING Hot with the rain and the mud and the cold and I'm babbling but that's cause ya, I'm digging this.
*smiles prettily*
Update more for me yes precious?
:)
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Billy’s hands reach down and tug at Dom’s t-shirt, stuck fast to his body by rain, struggle until its over his head, off his body. “It’s raining, Billy,” Dom says, his tone full of mock-reproach as Billy’s fingers skim over his skin.
I love him mocking Billy, and with the accent too. It's just perfect. *g*
Billy gives him the fiercest look he can muster which isn’t really very fierce and only makes Dom laugh harder.
Awww. Just so cute 'n Billy!
Blame it on a crap childhood and loads of alcohol, Billy supposes.
It just made me laugh. I think my quoting is getting slightly pointless but you know... :-D
Then the entire paragraph of Dom taking the piss of Billy's cooking was fucking hilarious. I loved it.
Dom tucking him in is darling. It's great, can't wait for part six. *_*
I hope this made sense. I think I say this every review. But they never do. =/ I'm a bit delirious tonight, there's my excuse.
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Thank for the lovely comments, I was super-nervous about this chapter [as I always am, you'd think I'd be over teh posting nerves by now :p].
*will update for YOU soon*
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You know, he'll probably show up on Iron Chef or something and Dom will come out with a peanut allergy and my whole fic will just be ruined. Bastards.
*g* And thank you for the nice comments. :D You get cookies too. *gives cookies*
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eventuallysoon**gives you some of Billy's best damn salad ever and a cookie as well to hold you over till then*
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Yes, I don't doubt it. Or! He could show up on the naked chef, and actually be naked. Just for our amusement. I'm sure it's likely. =D Hee. Yes, we have to love them, sigh.
Yay!! *gobbles* :-D
My friend just showed me this (http://ww10.e-tractions.com/snowglobe/globe.htm) - a snowglobe, it's so funny. :-) Thus I am sharing.
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LMAO! I can see the headlines now: MASS FAINTING ATTACKS AMONG FANGIRLS! *snerkles*
O.O Snowglobe! *clickles* ...HA! *is now amused for the next ten years* HAHA!
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I know! I just kept at it for ages. >_< It was such a surprise when the girl came out and made a snowman, hehe.