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TITLE: Truth Or Dare
AUTHOR: Jayne Cortese
PAIRING: Monaboyd
RATING: NC-17
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Wee ficlet (that is posted LATE, shame on me) written at the request of the fandom chat girls. The criteria were as follows: drunken truth or dare, and a scene based on this lovely manip.
WARNINGS: Very slight D/s action going on, with dom!Dom and sub!Billy. I really don’t know how that happened, as I usually like my Dom sub and my Billy dom. Go figure. Also, rimming. Again: go figure.




“You can’t very well play Truth or Dare with just two people, Dom,” Billy said, his accent made slightly thicker with drink. But only slightly, as Billy will tell you. But it will sound like ‘ohn-leh schl-eye-tleh’.

“Of course you can!” The beer Dom held sloshed around, mirroring the exited movements of his hands. Dom paused, then nodded as if a decision had been made. Which it had, as Dom will tell you. But he will probably get beer on your shirt. “Billy!” Dom pointed at him, as if there was anyone else in the kitchen with them. “Truth or dare?”

Billy rolled his eyes at Dom from across the table. “Come on, Dom, you can’t be --”

“Truth or dare!”

Billy studied Dom’s face intently for a few seconds, looking for any signs of ulterior motives or dubious intent. “Fine. Truth.”

“Lovely! See how easy that was?”

“You haven’t asked me anything yet.”

“Minor detail.” Dom shrugged and walked over to the island in the center of the kitchen and hopped up onto it. Billy glanced down at his beer, then up at Dom, who grinned before folding his arms over his chest and assuming a Very Serious Expression. “Have you ever done drugs, Billy?”

“Yes,” Billy replied, trying not to smile and failing miserably. “I was hopelessly addicted to prescription acne medications as a child. Very sad, really. Don’t want to reopen old wounds. Truth or dare, Dom?”

“Truth.”

It went on for a good while, Dom and Billy asking (wisely, neither had chosen a dare, so the game had become Truth or Truth) about practical jokes and first times and silly childhood ambitions. When he was a kid, Dom wanted to be an astronaut, because he wanted to see orange juice at zero gravity. At eight years old, Billy had stolen a pair of scissors from school which seemed, at the time of the robbery, to be very Mission Impossible indeed. Dom got to second base with Shelly Anderson when he was thirteen, due in no small part to his impeccable Sean Connery imitation. Billy had been a virgin until age twenty, but can assure you he’s more than made up for lost time, wink wink, nudge nudge.

“Billy,” Dom stage-whispered from across the kitchen, looking around as if someone were listening in. “Billy, Billy, Billy. How far have you gone with a bloke?”

Billy smirked. “I could ask you the same question,” he said, forgetting the game.

Dom got serious suddenly. No, no, not serious. Sensual. Dom got sensual suddenly, and walked - no, stalked - over to Billy, who sat up a bit straighter in the increasingly uncomfortable kitchen chair. “Tell me,” he said, poking a long finger at Billy’s sternum, “how far.” Poke. “With whom.” Poke. “And why you liked it so very.” Poke. “Very.” Poke. “Much.” A poke and a drag until Dom’s hand, cool from the beer he’d been holding, was planted in the center of Billy’s chest. Billy felt Dom’s slightly damp skin through the thin cotton of his tee-shirt.

Billy looked up at the man looming over him and grinned wolfishly. “Hmm. Those are three questions, Dom. ‘Sagainst the rules.”

Dom moved his hand a half inch to the left and pinched one of Billy’s nipples. He didn’t let go. “You don’t listen to those rules, Billy. You listen to me.”

Billy gasped, both at Dom’s fingers and his words. He took a deep, shuddering breath and met Dom’s darkened eyes with his own. “I’ve done everything you could think to do with a bloke.” As Billy spoke, Dom worked on the fastenings of Billy’s jeans, grazing Billy’s cock that was hardening by the second. “I’ve kissed and sucked and licked and fucked every inch I could, and the same has been done to me.” Dom started to slowly work Billy’s cock with one hand while the other lay over Billy’s chest, bouncing slightly with every hitched breath. “I’ve been tied up, tied down, I haven’t been allowed to come for... Christ. Not for fucking hours, but when I finally did... Fuck, Dom, you’ve got no idea. Feels amazing. Everything feels amazing.” As if to prove Billy’s point, Dom flicked his wrist, earning a strangled groan from Billy. “An-and I liked it so much - I like it so much - because it’s all with you, Dom. All for you.”

“Damn fucking right,” Dom muttered thickly before claiming Billy’s mouth with his own. He tugged the hem of Billy’s shirt upwards, barely breaking the kiss to take it off. His pants were next, and as soon as they were done away with, Billy found himself on his knees in front of Dom, who leaned back against the table and looked down at Billy, head cocked to the side and a smile playing at his lips.

Billy pushed Dom’s shirt up to his arms. He hooked his thumbs in Dom’s belt loops and slowly kissed his way down his chest, swirling his tongue around his navel. “Truth or Dare, Dom?” Billy asked, face still pressed up against Dom’s warm skin.

Dom was not stupid. “Dare.”

Billy sat back on his heels, fingers still toying with Dom’s belt. He looked up at Dom with a smoldering gaze Dom couldn’t look away from if he tried. “I dare you to bend me over that table, and fuck me so I’ll feel it for a week.” Billy grinned when he felt Dom’s cock twitch in his jeans.

Dom swallowed with an audible gulp. “Stand up.”

As Billy complied, Dom turned him round, running his hands down Billy’s sides and ghosting his fingertips over his ass. Billy hummed his approval and let his head fall back onto Dom’s shoulder. Dom brought his hands up Billy’s back more forcefully, lifting Billy up off him before pressing him down so his shoulders made contact with the cool table in front of him. Dom nudged Billy’s legs apart with his knee at about the same time he began to lick a curling, swirling path down Billy’s back.

“Fuck, Dom, please--”

“Please what?” Dom murmured into the small of Billy’s back.

“Just do - something, anything, I need --”

Billy’s words were cut off abruptly and his breath was utterly stolen from him as Dom spread him open and pushed his tongue inside. Billy moaned and thrust helplessly back toward Dom’s face, needing it deeper and more and now.

Finally, from far away, Billy heard a zipper go down, followed by Dom’s hands on his shoulders, the scratch of Dom’s stubble against his neck, and the unmistakable press of the head of Dom’s cock, slick with his precome, against his entrance. “Ready?” Dom’s question dripped with want.

Billy slammed his hips back to take more of Dom in. “Oh yeah, Dom...”

Dom thrust in completely, his breathing ragged against Billy’s ear. Billy gripped the edges of the table, bucking back. Naturally, they found a rhythm, and it was fast and hard and slow and soft all at once. More than that, it was perfect. But more than anything, it was theirs. This is what made it so good. Give and take, push and shove, Billy and Dom.

Dom raked his tongue along the shell of Billy’s ear, and whispered, his voice bouncing with the movements of his hips. “Truth... or... Dare?”

The fuck? He was supposed to think while he was getting thoroughly fucked into next week? “Tr-truth.”

“Do you love me?” Dom asked as he slammed into Billy.

Dom’s words and the blinding pleasure coursing through him were more than enough to send him careening over the edge. Moments later, he was filled with warmth as Dom came inside him with a groan.

They lay still to allow their breathing to even out before Dom pulled out with a pop, leaving Billy feeling empty for a moment. Only a moment, because Dom gathered him up in his arms and Billy was whole again. “Well, Billy? Do you?”

Billy smiled, running his thumb over Dom’s forehead. “Guess,” he said, kissing Dom soundly. Dom was grinning when he pulled away. “You really should stop asking questions you already know the answers to, Dom.”