Fic: Insecurity

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Title: Insecurity
Pairing: BB/DM (of course)
Rating: R, could be NC-17, I have no idea what the criteria are...
Summary: Billy's insecure, Orli's pretty, Dom's horny and everyone's knackered
Disclaimer: It's all lies. I know nothing. I'm just a sad fangirl.
Notes: Premiere fic! Unabashed sappiness! Came to me (so to speak) in the middle of the night, had to get it out there before it drove me crackers. Therefore bashed out in a rush, so please bear this fact in mind :-D.



Insecurity
Billy lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

I am secure. I am an adult, I know who I am, and I am quite secure.

So why the hell do I feel like this?

Life was a rush, a whirlwind. He and Dom had been sharing the same airspace for several days now, but had only time for short, meaningless conversations. He'd spent most of the trip over from Wellington in that horrible aeroplane not-quite on-off sleep, and then Dom had had that DVD award thing, and now the premiere, and so many interviews and shit, and total exhaustion and just let me sleep, please, need to sleep more than I need to breathe. All he wanted was to be alone with Dom for more than ten minutes, and he was waiting for the moment when they could leave the party, and here they were, alone, in Dom's house, and his whole body hurt with tiredness, and he felt like shit.

Why, oh why, did Dom kiss Orlando?

It really wasn't surprising. Compared to the Flawless One, he, Billy Boyd, was getting on in years, was losing his hair, was decidedly unglamorous, and just not pretty.

No wonder Dom had done what he did.

He listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom as Dom finished brushing his teeth and wandered into the bedroom in his boxers. He threw himself down on the bed and propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Billy.

"What time is it?"

"About 4.30 am."

"More to the point, what day is it? This feels like the longest fucking week of my life."

"That's probably because we had Tuesday twice."

"Shit." Dom rubbed his hand over his face. "That 'arriving 8 hours before we left' thing fucks up my brain." He yawned hugely. "I'm knackered. But the sound of girls screaming my name makes me horny." He ran a hand up Billy's torso on top of the bedclothes. "I'd like to have non-energetic sex with you, if that's OK."

Billy turned away from him. "I'm tired, Dom."

"Oh, Billeeeee! Bills." His hand rubbed in circles over Billy's hip through the covers. "Please."

"Why don't you have a wank and think about Orlando instead, that should sort you out." OhdeargoddidIsaythatoutloud?

Billy felt Dom's hand leave his hip.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Billy said nothing.

"Bill."

"I saw the way you were with him earlier. And I can't say I blame you. He's everything I'm not." Billy rolled on to his back and looked at the ceiling. "His swashbuckling movie was based on a fucking theme park ride and it's still cooler than mine."

Dom chuckled, which didn't help Billy at all. "I don't think Orli had anything to do with that."

"Yeah, well." Billy knew he was whining, but he couldn't help himself.

"Billy. Billy, Billy, Billy, my brilliant, wonderful, abso-fucking-lutely fabulous Billy..." Dom leaned down and kissed Billy gently on the lips, and Billy felt his indignation start to wane. "I'm not the slightest bit interested in Orli. And as you seem insistent on comparing yourself with him, here's my version. You're funny. You're fucking hilarious. You're original. When Orli gets excited, his brain leaves the building and he loses all his words. You know... 'It was just, like, totally amazing man, I was, like, blown away, you know what I mean?' When you're excited you just get funnier." He trailed a knuckle down Billy's face. "I've said it before, but when you're making me laugh, there's no-one else in the room except you." His hand moved and a finger brushed slowly across Billy's lower lip. Billy couldn't help himself, and caught the finger in his mouth, sucking gently on it, causing Dom's voice to catch. "I love your fucking sexy voice, no-one says my name like you do. And don't get me started on those eyes. I love your eyes." He leaned over and placed a kiss on each of Billy's eyes. The heat and warmth and feeling radiating from Dom's face made Billy bite his lip. "I love... I love to look in your eyes when you come. I love to look in your eyes when I come."

Billy studied Dom's face, let his eyes wander all over it, trying to take in everything he had just said. "You really mean all that," he finally managed to whisper.

"No, Bill, I'm just saying it 'cos I'm horny and I want to have my way with you. Of course I bloody well mean it!" He hooked back the covers and wriggled underneath, sliding an arm round Billy's waist and resting his chin on Billy's shoulder. Billy closed his eyes, feeling relief fill his body. Relief at having his paranoia put to rest. And relief that he was finally here, alone, with Dominic.

"Bill."

"Yes, Dom."

"You're wearing pyjama trousers."

Billy smiled. "Is that a problem, Dommie?"

Dom kissed his shoulder and started to stroke small circles on Billy's abdomen. "Ah, goosebumps. That's the response I like."

Billy hooked his arm around Dom and pulled himself tight against his body, so he could feel Dom's erection against his hip. "Mmm."

Dom's hand moved up to Billy's chest, and his thumb brushed across each of his nipples in turn. "That's nice, Dom... you know I'm going to fall asleep soon..."

"No, you're not," Dom said against Billy's shoulder. "We're going to do this. I want to do this. Particularly after your little revelation just now." Billy felt him wriggle out of his boxers before tugging at Billy's pyjama trousers. Billy lifted his hips and pulled them down, before lifting his knees up and yanking them all the way off. Dom snuggled up to Billy again and his hand carried on its exploration of Billy's body. Billy closed his eyes and smiled. Bliss.

"You're my Billy."

Dom's hand moved lower, grasped Billy's cock and started to stroke. "Yes... Dom..."

"OK... burst of energy coming up." Billy watched as Dom struggled up on to one elbow again, and then rolled himself on to Billy's body with a grunt. They both let out a satisfied sigh as their cocks finally made contact with each other. Dom was still for a moment, on arm either side of Billy's head. Billy revelled in the feel of Dom's weight on him, of Dom's face so close to his, looking right at him.

"I hope you think that was worth the effort," Billy said. "People cross continents just to see me, you know."

"I'd go to the ends of the earth for you, Bill," Dom whispered against Billy's mouth. And then his tongue slid between Billy's lips and they were kissing slowly, savouring each other, and Dom started to rock his hips, sliding their cocks slowly and languorously together. Billy put his hands on Dom's back and pushed up against him and they quickly found a gentle rhythm, desperate to please each other, looking for signs in each other's expression that would indicate this was right.

"So good, Bill... yes..."

Dom's whispered monosyllables sent Billy soaring out of his body, into Dom, around him, through him. He could see how close Dom was to orgasm, and begged, "Wait for me, Dom... wait..."

Dom bit his lip, and Billy could see he was so close, knew he was holding back for him, trying to stem the tide of the inevitable. Waves of pleasure and love washed over Billy as he watched Dom's face.

"Now, Dom..."

Finally, the release came, and they shouted each other's names, don'teverleaveme, don'teverstop and I love you. The world was Dom, Dom's face, Dom's body on him, Dom's voice, and at last oblivion and peace.

Billy became aware that Dom's face was buried in his neck, and his hands were gripping Dom's shoulders. He gradually release his grip, and Dom lifted his head, planting a soft kiss on Billy's mouth. He slid off and lay on his side, one leg thrown over Billy, arm around his waist as Billy reached an arm out for tissues to clean them off.

"Now do you believe me?" Dom murmured sleepily into Billy's chest.

"For now, love. But I think we may have to repeat the exercise tomorrow, just to be on the safe side."

He looked down at Dom, whose deep breathing indicated that he was already asleep. Billy smiled, sighed a deep sigh, and closed his eyes.

Here they were. Alone. In Dom's house. Billy's body ached with tiredness, and he felt like he owned the whole world.