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semaphore27.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jul. 22nd, 2004 02:01 am)Author: Semaphore
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: NC-17, for sexual content
Summary: The start of the third volume of the trilogy (Part One: Lost and Part Two: Found can be read at Caraidean. Feedback: Always loved and appreciated.
Disclaimer: As usual, none of this is real, and I make no profits.
Home, Part 3
When Billy wakes, Dom’s still sleeping deeply and apparently peacefully, propped up on his pillows, his mouth open slightly. Billy slips out of bed carefully, apprehensive of waking him, grabs an armful of clothing from the bureau drawers and heads along the corridor to what he can’t help think of as Elijah’s room. Austin and Aureen must already be stirring; he can hear them moving about the house.
Billy yawns hugely, hoping a shower will wake him a little. If not, he fully intends, lazy or not, to head back to bed. Dom appreciates his company after all. He misses Billy when he isn’t there.
The warm water, however, does a great deal to aid his alertness, and after he’s toweled off and dressed, be begins to feel an undeniable need for porridge and tea, in whatever order they happen to appear.
Billy yawns again, making his way to the kitchen, where the kettle’s already on, and Aureen has porridge ready for him, keeping warm on the back of the cooker. She smiles her "good morning" as she pours boiling water over the tea leaves, then deftly slides the lid back onto the teapot, carrying it over to the small kitchen table, where Austin’s eating toast-and-egg and reading the morning paper. He glances up briefly, also smiling at Billy, before returning to the news.
“The world continues,” Billy says.
Austin smiles again, “That it does.”
Billy serves himself porridge and sprinkles it with salt, then takes a place at the table to Austin’s left. Aureen sits across from him with a bowl of cornflakes, pours out tea for the three of them and starts in on her own breakfast. Billy would have expected the silence to be uncomfortable, but it isn’t. It’s a companionable quiet, one that reminds him of his childhood, sitting round the breakfast table with mum and da and Margaret.
He’s surprised, after a few moments, by shuffling footsteps outside the kitchen, then Dom appears in the doorway, yawning, hair still in all directions like a wet kitten’s.
“Mornin’ mum, dad, Bills.” He gives Billy a bit of a grin, bends over his mother’s shoulder to kiss her cheek, then makes his way to the cooker. “Mmm, porridge,” he says, yawning again. “Bill’s got me eating this, y’know. Used to think it tasted like glue. Or that stuff we used to model puppet-heads with, at school. ” He begins to chant a little song, “Bowl, bowl, bowl?”
They’re all three staring at him in shock, but Austin manages to get out, “Middle shelf, across from the cooker, son.”
“Ta, dad.” Dom locates the proper cupboard, securing himself a bowl, which he fumbles, dropping it on the worktop, where it clatters loudly. “Oops,” he says, with another grin. “Didn’t break.” He holds up the dish as evidence, moving it over to the worktop nearer the cooker and slopping a bit of porridge into the bottom. “Sugar?”
“On the table, love,” Aureen tells him, watching her son with an unreadable expression in her eyes, half sadness, half pride. “Are you hungry, Dominic? Have you been managing to eat again?”
“Oh, was able to swallow a bit last night,” Dom responds cheerfully, though the grin he turns toward Billy is pure evil, so much so that Billy has to glare down into his own porridge so as not to laugh out loud. “Billy brought me ice cream,” Dom continues, all innocence.
He slides, a bit awkwardly, into the chair across from his father, between Billy and his mum, setting his bowl on the tabletop. Aureen passes him the sugar bowl and a mug of tea wordlessly. Dom proceeds to spoon obscene amounts of sugar into both porridge and tea, letting his mum add the milk for him.
Dom stirs his porridge happily, then ladles a large spoonful into his mouth, dropping the spoon immediately, with an incoherent sound that could well be a word Dom might prefer not to repeat in front of his mother. He sucks down a large mouthful of the fortunately lukewarm tea, his eyes watering. “Mmm, hot,” he says finally, when he’s able.
“I ought to wash your mouth out with soap, Dominic,” Aureen says, with a grin so much like her son’s it’s nearly painful. Billy knows quite well she’d never do such a thing, and never has done in her life. Austin and Aureen’s attitude toward discipline would have been regarded, by Billy’s gran, as lax in the extreme.
Instead, Aureen reaches across to take her son’s wrist, feeling expertly for his pulse. “It’s a bit fast, Dominic,” she says. “Remember, not too quickly, not too soon.”
“Only eating m’ porridge,” Dom answers, cheerfully enough, giving her a complicated look, one which Aureen seems to understand perfectly. “Very tasty too,” he adds, after swallowing a much smaller bite. “’m bloody starving.”
Austin’s face takes on a different complicated look, but all he says is, “That’s good, then.”
Dom’s bare foot touches Billy’s under the table, Dom’s toes caressing his instep softly. Billy curls up his own toes, raising his foot a little, letting Dom know he feels the touch. Dom’s smiling secretly, down toward his porridge, and Billy can’t help but smile too, even though he knows some of this is Dom putting on a brave face.
Still, Dom manages to get down all of his porridge, even though the serving’s unusually small, and at least half his mug of tea, by which point he’s looking weary, but still smiling. “Good to be here with you,” he says softly, then gives a bit of a shrug. “Good to be here at all, actually.” His hand rests on the tabletop, thin and fragile and pale, around the bruises, and Billy can’t help but reach out, running his fingers over the now-prominent knuckles. Dom’s eyes catch his then, a brilliant dark blue, the look in them telling Billy clearly enough, as Elijah would say, “This is me, trying hard.”
“Why not have a wash-up, darling?” Aureen says, “Then I’ll connect you to the drip again, and you can take a rest.”
“Brilliant,” Dom says, shifting a bit in his chair, saying a second time, softly, “Brilliant.”
Billy finishes off his own porridge, trying to make it look casual, as if he isn’t hurrying in the least. “I could give you a hand with that, if you liked.”
Austin folds his paper, grinning in that way that always surprises Billy by reminding him of Dom. “Suppose I’m left to do the washing up, then?”
“Such is your lot in life, m’dear,” Aureen answers, laughing, pushing her own chair back from the table. Together, she and Billy help raise Dom to his feet, and then Aureen returns to the kitchen for a box of bin-liner bags, measuring one for length against Dom’s arm. “You’ll need to cover the plaster in the shower,” she explains, arranging the makeshift shield over the cast and securing it with a quantity of duct tape. “Can’t have it getting wet and crumbling away.”
“Yes, mum,” Dom answers, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. “She’s nothing if not resourceful, my mum.”
“’Her worth is far above rubies,’” Billy quotes, making Dom laugh again, and Aureen grin.
“Take him away and clean him, then,” She says, giving Dom’s shoulder a soft caress, and their eyes meet for a moment in that lovely understanding and tenderness that Billy can’t help but appreciate, at the same time he envies it slightly.
Billy walks close by Dom’s side on their way back to the bathroom, but Dom appears to be going well enough on his own, not with the usual spring in his step, naturally, but with something that hints of it, at least—despite his pallor and his thinness, he’s recognizably Dom again.
“You look like yourself,” Billy says, not meaning to let the words come out, but saying them anyway. To his surprise he gets one of Dom’s brilliant smiles, the familiar brightness that comes into his eyes when he’s most amused.
“Surprising, innit?” Dom says, pausing in the bathroom door. “I’ve been wondering where the bloke who usually occupies my mirror had taken himself to. Good to see him back again.”
“Needs to be fed up a bit, though.” Billy runs his hand along the curve of Dom’s ribs, the bones only-too-prominent under his skin. Dom shivers a little—he’s ticklish there, as Billy well knows.
“There is that.” Dom stretches out his good arm to loop it round Billy’s neck, pulling him close, kissing him thoroughly. His mouth tastes of tea and sugar and sweetness, and it’s all Billy can do to break the kiss, especially when he finds his own arms wrapped round Dom’s waist, gliding down his backbone, stroking Dom’s bum through the thin cotton fabric of his pyjama trousers, their bodies pressed so close there’s no space between them.
Billy thinks he feels something then, the slightest stirring against his thighs. Dom bites down on Billy’s lower lip briefly, tenderly, before pulling away, in an almost rough gesture, moving to twist the shower taps.
“Dommie?” Billy follows after him.
Dom’s testing the spray with his fingers, his eyes half-closed, his face turned away so that Billy can’t read his expression clearly. “It’s only the drugs, you know, Bills. I asked Dr. Rider. It’s only the drugs, and the bit with my heart, y’know? He says it will get better soon, that’s it’s just my body’s way of not getting up—no pun intended there, or maybe entirely intended, now I think of it—anyway, of not getting up to something it can’t handle at the moment. Only it will, Bills. It’ll get better, then I’ll be the same as I ever was, right?”
Dom’s words have gone from being a statement to a question, but Billy only nods, coming close to him again, reaching up to take Dom’s face between his hands, kissing him as Dom’s arm comes round his back, and Dom clings to him, pulling Billy near to him as he possibly can.
“Water will get cold,” Billy says, when they break apart finally. He pushes Dom’s trousers down from around his hips, steadying his lover as he steps out of the double circle.
“Fuck that,” Dom says hoarsely. “Want you. Want my Billy.” He fumbles one-handedly at the zip of Billy’s trousers, at the buttons of his shirt. “Can’t ever just wear a bloody t-shirt, can you?” His breathing’s gone heavy, and he’s tugging at Billy’s jeans, futilely, until Billy helps him, undressing himself more quickly than he’d thought he was capable of doing, rubbing his body against Dom’s body, naked skin to naked skin, Dom’s hip pushing against his hip.
Billy rests his hands just over the prominent bones on either side, slowing his movement, then stilling him. “Slowly, love. Slowly.” He steadies Dom as they step into the shower enclosure, the warm spray spilling over their shoulders, streaming down their backs. When Billy kisses Dom again, he can taste the water in both their mouths. It makes an odd, pattering noise on the bin-liner that covers Dom’s cast.
Dom’s laughing then, tossing back his head as Billy continues to hold him, as he lets himself fall back against the shower wall and Billy leans into him, his hands also propped against the tile, on either side of Dom’s head.
After a moment, Billy reaches down the liquid soap from the caddy that dangles beneath the showerhead. It smells like a beach, like sand and salt and waves, and for once that scent doesn’t bother Billy in the least. He wonders if he’s gone past the point where it will, or if, from time to time, that horror will return to him always.
He spills the cool liquid over his hands, rubbing them down Dom’s chest, down his back, up between his thighs. There’s a definite hardness now, not what it would usually be, but definite, and Billy wraps one arm round Dom’s waist, supporting him, as the other hand slips between them, smoothing the silky foam over both their bodies, stroking Dom with his fingers, his palm, lifting Dom’s half-erect cock to rub at the balls beneath it, then back further, along that soft, slick skin where Dom’s so sensitive, where he’s always been so sensitive, until Dom’s nearly limp against the wall, his head back, breathing hard.
“Ah, God, Billy,” he’s moaning into Billy’s mouth. “Ah, God, yes, just there. Yes…”
Billy rubs him in long, slow strokes, supporting most of Dom’s weight, moving his face a little, then, to kiss down Dom’s throat, until his neck arches back even more. The water’s getting in their eyes, blinding them, but Billy doesn’t care. It’s too good to be tasting Dom’s skin and have the flavour remind him only of Dom, not of hospitals or pain. He sinks down to his knees, rubbing his cheek down the concavity of Dom’s belly, feeling Dom’s heartbeat, even as he wonders if he really ought to be doing this.
He takes Dom in his mouth once the soap’s washed away, tonguing him gently, waiting for the hardness to increase—and it does, a bit, then a bit more, as Billy licks up the underside, tracing the vein, moving down to encircle the tip with his mouth, sucking it tenderly. There’s a little fluid leaking out already, salty and hot.
Dom’s hand strokes through Billy’s hair, long fingers rubbing the back of his neck—but then Dom pulls away suddenly, turning so that Billy can’t see his face, though Billy’s hands come up at once to circle his waist. This may be too much, too soon, he can help but think, and indeed, Dom’s sinking down to the shower floor, his head down on his knees.
Billy follows him down, reaching overhead quickly to twist off the taps, his hands on Dom’s shoulders as he settles into the gap between Dom’s legs. Head bowed, Dom’s holding himself, and there’s a thicker fluid than water spilled over his hand. Billy lays his own hand in the same place, rubbing delicately, feeling little aftershocks move through his fingers.
Dom’s eyes are open wide, confused. “Billy, I…” He tries to look away, but Billy cups his face with his free hand, stroking his thumb over Dom’s cheekbone.
“Ssh,” Billy tells him. “That’s my love, that’s my love. It’s okay.”
“What’n hell was that?” Dom asks, voice quavering slightly, though in a moment it’s steady again. “Billy…”
“You’re getting better,” Billy tells him, “Only not all the way recovered yet. You will be, though, Dom. You will be. That’s all your body’s telling you.”
Dom’s eyes go shut for a long while, but when he looks up, they’ve gone bright again. “It’s only… Bill, that felt fucking strange. It’s like—did you ever do rocketry at all when you were a boy? And ever so often one wouldn’t blast off quite right? There’s be all the smoke and noise, only then the damn thing would just fall over sideways, and splutter round on the ground a bit?”
Billy can’t help but laugh.
“Glad to hear you’re enjoying my shame,” Dom tells him, but though his voice sounds annoyed, he’s laughing as well.
They sit side-by-side in the puddles of cooling water, Dom holding Billy’s hand, or Billy holding Dom’s—there’s no way of telling, really, it’s all so mutual.
“At least it’s something,” Dom says at last.
“A good start, my lad,” Billy answers solemnly, making Dom chuckle again.
“I’m bloody freezing,” Dom tells him.
“As am I,” Billy answers, but instead of getting up, he kisses his lover. This time, when their lips meet, the kiss is long and slow and sweet. Billy can feel himself relaxing, enjoying it, without expectations, even though the kiss promises everything in the world to him, and he knows Dom always keeps his promises, whenever he can.
“It’ll be all right, won’t it, Billy?” Dom asks softly, when they’ve parted again, their bodies still close as close can be, the backs of Dom’s fingers stroking Billy’s jaw softly, as Billy does the same to him. “I mean, it really will be, don’t you think?”
“Aye,” Billy answers. “I think that it will.”
“Honestly?” Dom says, with that innocent look again.
“Honour bright,” Billy answers firmly, and kisses him again.
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: NC-17, for sexual content
Summary: The start of the third volume of the trilogy (Part One: Lost and Part Two: Found can be read at Caraidean. Feedback: Always loved and appreciated.
Disclaimer: As usual, none of this is real, and I make no profits.
Home, Part 3
When Billy wakes, Dom’s still sleeping deeply and apparently peacefully, propped up on his pillows, his mouth open slightly. Billy slips out of bed carefully, apprehensive of waking him, grabs an armful of clothing from the bureau drawers and heads along the corridor to what he can’t help think of as Elijah’s room. Austin and Aureen must already be stirring; he can hear them moving about the house.
Billy yawns hugely, hoping a shower will wake him a little. If not, he fully intends, lazy or not, to head back to bed. Dom appreciates his company after all. He misses Billy when he isn’t there.
The warm water, however, does a great deal to aid his alertness, and after he’s toweled off and dressed, be begins to feel an undeniable need for porridge and tea, in whatever order they happen to appear.
Billy yawns again, making his way to the kitchen, where the kettle’s already on, and Aureen has porridge ready for him, keeping warm on the back of the cooker. She smiles her "good morning" as she pours boiling water over the tea leaves, then deftly slides the lid back onto the teapot, carrying it over to the small kitchen table, where Austin’s eating toast-and-egg and reading the morning paper. He glances up briefly, also smiling at Billy, before returning to the news.
“The world continues,” Billy says.
Austin smiles again, “That it does.”
Billy serves himself porridge and sprinkles it with salt, then takes a place at the table to Austin’s left. Aureen sits across from him with a bowl of cornflakes, pours out tea for the three of them and starts in on her own breakfast. Billy would have expected the silence to be uncomfortable, but it isn’t. It’s a companionable quiet, one that reminds him of his childhood, sitting round the breakfast table with mum and da and Margaret.
He’s surprised, after a few moments, by shuffling footsteps outside the kitchen, then Dom appears in the doorway, yawning, hair still in all directions like a wet kitten’s.
“Mornin’ mum, dad, Bills.” He gives Billy a bit of a grin, bends over his mother’s shoulder to kiss her cheek, then makes his way to the cooker. “Mmm, porridge,” he says, yawning again. “Bill’s got me eating this, y’know. Used to think it tasted like glue. Or that stuff we used to model puppet-heads with, at school. ” He begins to chant a little song, “Bowl, bowl, bowl?”
They’re all three staring at him in shock, but Austin manages to get out, “Middle shelf, across from the cooker, son.”
“Ta, dad.” Dom locates the proper cupboard, securing himself a bowl, which he fumbles, dropping it on the worktop, where it clatters loudly. “Oops,” he says, with another grin. “Didn’t break.” He holds up the dish as evidence, moving it over to the worktop nearer the cooker and slopping a bit of porridge into the bottom. “Sugar?”
“On the table, love,” Aureen tells him, watching her son with an unreadable expression in her eyes, half sadness, half pride. “Are you hungry, Dominic? Have you been managing to eat again?”
“Oh, was able to swallow a bit last night,” Dom responds cheerfully, though the grin he turns toward Billy is pure evil, so much so that Billy has to glare down into his own porridge so as not to laugh out loud. “Billy brought me ice cream,” Dom continues, all innocence.
He slides, a bit awkwardly, into the chair across from his father, between Billy and his mum, setting his bowl on the tabletop. Aureen passes him the sugar bowl and a mug of tea wordlessly. Dom proceeds to spoon obscene amounts of sugar into both porridge and tea, letting his mum add the milk for him.
Dom stirs his porridge happily, then ladles a large spoonful into his mouth, dropping the spoon immediately, with an incoherent sound that could well be a word Dom might prefer not to repeat in front of his mother. He sucks down a large mouthful of the fortunately lukewarm tea, his eyes watering. “Mmm, hot,” he says finally, when he’s able.
“I ought to wash your mouth out with soap, Dominic,” Aureen says, with a grin so much like her son’s it’s nearly painful. Billy knows quite well she’d never do such a thing, and never has done in her life. Austin and Aureen’s attitude toward discipline would have been regarded, by Billy’s gran, as lax in the extreme.
Instead, Aureen reaches across to take her son’s wrist, feeling expertly for his pulse. “It’s a bit fast, Dominic,” she says. “Remember, not too quickly, not too soon.”
“Only eating m’ porridge,” Dom answers, cheerfully enough, giving her a complicated look, one which Aureen seems to understand perfectly. “Very tasty too,” he adds, after swallowing a much smaller bite. “’m bloody starving.”
Austin’s face takes on a different complicated look, but all he says is, “That’s good, then.”
Dom’s bare foot touches Billy’s under the table, Dom’s toes caressing his instep softly. Billy curls up his own toes, raising his foot a little, letting Dom know he feels the touch. Dom’s smiling secretly, down toward his porridge, and Billy can’t help but smile too, even though he knows some of this is Dom putting on a brave face.
Still, Dom manages to get down all of his porridge, even though the serving’s unusually small, and at least half his mug of tea, by which point he’s looking weary, but still smiling. “Good to be here with you,” he says softly, then gives a bit of a shrug. “Good to be here at all, actually.” His hand rests on the tabletop, thin and fragile and pale, around the bruises, and Billy can’t help but reach out, running his fingers over the now-prominent knuckles. Dom’s eyes catch his then, a brilliant dark blue, the look in them telling Billy clearly enough, as Elijah would say, “This is me, trying hard.”
“Why not have a wash-up, darling?” Aureen says, “Then I’ll connect you to the drip again, and you can take a rest.”
“Brilliant,” Dom says, shifting a bit in his chair, saying a second time, softly, “Brilliant.”
Billy finishes off his own porridge, trying to make it look casual, as if he isn’t hurrying in the least. “I could give you a hand with that, if you liked.”
Austin folds his paper, grinning in that way that always surprises Billy by reminding him of Dom. “Suppose I’m left to do the washing up, then?”
“Such is your lot in life, m’dear,” Aureen answers, laughing, pushing her own chair back from the table. Together, she and Billy help raise Dom to his feet, and then Aureen returns to the kitchen for a box of bin-liner bags, measuring one for length against Dom’s arm. “You’ll need to cover the plaster in the shower,” she explains, arranging the makeshift shield over the cast and securing it with a quantity of duct tape. “Can’t have it getting wet and crumbling away.”
“Yes, mum,” Dom answers, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. “She’s nothing if not resourceful, my mum.”
“’Her worth is far above rubies,’” Billy quotes, making Dom laugh again, and Aureen grin.
“Take him away and clean him, then,” She says, giving Dom’s shoulder a soft caress, and their eyes meet for a moment in that lovely understanding and tenderness that Billy can’t help but appreciate, at the same time he envies it slightly.
Billy walks close by Dom’s side on their way back to the bathroom, but Dom appears to be going well enough on his own, not with the usual spring in his step, naturally, but with something that hints of it, at least—despite his pallor and his thinness, he’s recognizably Dom again.
“You look like yourself,” Billy says, not meaning to let the words come out, but saying them anyway. To his surprise he gets one of Dom’s brilliant smiles, the familiar brightness that comes into his eyes when he’s most amused.
“Surprising, innit?” Dom says, pausing in the bathroom door. “I’ve been wondering where the bloke who usually occupies my mirror had taken himself to. Good to see him back again.”
“Needs to be fed up a bit, though.” Billy runs his hand along the curve of Dom’s ribs, the bones only-too-prominent under his skin. Dom shivers a little—he’s ticklish there, as Billy well knows.
“There is that.” Dom stretches out his good arm to loop it round Billy’s neck, pulling him close, kissing him thoroughly. His mouth tastes of tea and sugar and sweetness, and it’s all Billy can do to break the kiss, especially when he finds his own arms wrapped round Dom’s waist, gliding down his backbone, stroking Dom’s bum through the thin cotton fabric of his pyjama trousers, their bodies pressed so close there’s no space between them.
Billy thinks he feels something then, the slightest stirring against his thighs. Dom bites down on Billy’s lower lip briefly, tenderly, before pulling away, in an almost rough gesture, moving to twist the shower taps.
“Dommie?” Billy follows after him.
Dom’s testing the spray with his fingers, his eyes half-closed, his face turned away so that Billy can’t read his expression clearly. “It’s only the drugs, you know, Bills. I asked Dr. Rider. It’s only the drugs, and the bit with my heart, y’know? He says it will get better soon, that’s it’s just my body’s way of not getting up—no pun intended there, or maybe entirely intended, now I think of it—anyway, of not getting up to something it can’t handle at the moment. Only it will, Bills. It’ll get better, then I’ll be the same as I ever was, right?”
Dom’s words have gone from being a statement to a question, but Billy only nods, coming close to him again, reaching up to take Dom’s face between his hands, kissing him as Dom’s arm comes round his back, and Dom clings to him, pulling Billy near to him as he possibly can.
“Water will get cold,” Billy says, when they break apart finally. He pushes Dom’s trousers down from around his hips, steadying his lover as he steps out of the double circle.
“Fuck that,” Dom says hoarsely. “Want you. Want my Billy.” He fumbles one-handedly at the zip of Billy’s trousers, at the buttons of his shirt. “Can’t ever just wear a bloody t-shirt, can you?” His breathing’s gone heavy, and he’s tugging at Billy’s jeans, futilely, until Billy helps him, undressing himself more quickly than he’d thought he was capable of doing, rubbing his body against Dom’s body, naked skin to naked skin, Dom’s hip pushing against his hip.
Billy rests his hands just over the prominent bones on either side, slowing his movement, then stilling him. “Slowly, love. Slowly.” He steadies Dom as they step into the shower enclosure, the warm spray spilling over their shoulders, streaming down their backs. When Billy kisses Dom again, he can taste the water in both their mouths. It makes an odd, pattering noise on the bin-liner that covers Dom’s cast.
Dom’s laughing then, tossing back his head as Billy continues to hold him, as he lets himself fall back against the shower wall and Billy leans into him, his hands also propped against the tile, on either side of Dom’s head.
After a moment, Billy reaches down the liquid soap from the caddy that dangles beneath the showerhead. It smells like a beach, like sand and salt and waves, and for once that scent doesn’t bother Billy in the least. He wonders if he’s gone past the point where it will, or if, from time to time, that horror will return to him always.
He spills the cool liquid over his hands, rubbing them down Dom’s chest, down his back, up between his thighs. There’s a definite hardness now, not what it would usually be, but definite, and Billy wraps one arm round Dom’s waist, supporting him, as the other hand slips between them, smoothing the silky foam over both their bodies, stroking Dom with his fingers, his palm, lifting Dom’s half-erect cock to rub at the balls beneath it, then back further, along that soft, slick skin where Dom’s so sensitive, where he’s always been so sensitive, until Dom’s nearly limp against the wall, his head back, breathing hard.
“Ah, God, Billy,” he’s moaning into Billy’s mouth. “Ah, God, yes, just there. Yes…”
Billy rubs him in long, slow strokes, supporting most of Dom’s weight, moving his face a little, then, to kiss down Dom’s throat, until his neck arches back even more. The water’s getting in their eyes, blinding them, but Billy doesn’t care. It’s too good to be tasting Dom’s skin and have the flavour remind him only of Dom, not of hospitals or pain. He sinks down to his knees, rubbing his cheek down the concavity of Dom’s belly, feeling Dom’s heartbeat, even as he wonders if he really ought to be doing this.
He takes Dom in his mouth once the soap’s washed away, tonguing him gently, waiting for the hardness to increase—and it does, a bit, then a bit more, as Billy licks up the underside, tracing the vein, moving down to encircle the tip with his mouth, sucking it tenderly. There’s a little fluid leaking out already, salty and hot.
Dom’s hand strokes through Billy’s hair, long fingers rubbing the back of his neck—but then Dom pulls away suddenly, turning so that Billy can’t see his face, though Billy’s hands come up at once to circle his waist. This may be too much, too soon, he can help but think, and indeed, Dom’s sinking down to the shower floor, his head down on his knees.
Billy follows him down, reaching overhead quickly to twist off the taps, his hands on Dom’s shoulders as he settles into the gap between Dom’s legs. Head bowed, Dom’s holding himself, and there’s a thicker fluid than water spilled over his hand. Billy lays his own hand in the same place, rubbing delicately, feeling little aftershocks move through his fingers.
Dom’s eyes are open wide, confused. “Billy, I…” He tries to look away, but Billy cups his face with his free hand, stroking his thumb over Dom’s cheekbone.
“Ssh,” Billy tells him. “That’s my love, that’s my love. It’s okay.”
“What’n hell was that?” Dom asks, voice quavering slightly, though in a moment it’s steady again. “Billy…”
“You’re getting better,” Billy tells him, “Only not all the way recovered yet. You will be, though, Dom. You will be. That’s all your body’s telling you.”
Dom’s eyes go shut for a long while, but when he looks up, they’ve gone bright again. “It’s only… Bill, that felt fucking strange. It’s like—did you ever do rocketry at all when you were a boy? And ever so often one wouldn’t blast off quite right? There’s be all the smoke and noise, only then the damn thing would just fall over sideways, and splutter round on the ground a bit?”
Billy can’t help but laugh.
“Glad to hear you’re enjoying my shame,” Dom tells him, but though his voice sounds annoyed, he’s laughing as well.
They sit side-by-side in the puddles of cooling water, Dom holding Billy’s hand, or Billy holding Dom’s—there’s no way of telling, really, it’s all so mutual.
“At least it’s something,” Dom says at last.
“A good start, my lad,” Billy answers solemnly, making Dom chuckle again.
“I’m bloody freezing,” Dom tells him.
“As am I,” Billy answers, but instead of getting up, he kisses his lover. This time, when their lips meet, the kiss is long and slow and sweet. Billy can feel himself relaxing, enjoying it, without expectations, even though the kiss promises everything in the world to him, and he knows Dom always keeps his promises, whenever he can.
“It’ll be all right, won’t it, Billy?” Dom asks softly, when they’ve parted again, their bodies still close as close can be, the backs of Dom’s fingers stroking Billy’s jaw softly, as Billy does the same to him. “I mean, it really will be, don’t you think?”
“Aye,” Billy answers. “I think that it will.”
“Honestly?” Dom says, with that innocent look again.
“Honour bright,” Billy answers firmly, and kisses him again.
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“The world continues,” Billy says.
Austin smiles again, “That it does.”
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but i have to comment, cos i know everyone loves feedback.
i love that doms getting better and that billy helps him oh so much.
i feel the true love :)
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“Oh, was able to swallow a bit last night,” Dom responds cheerfully, though the grin he turns toward Billy is pure evil, so much so that Billy has to glare down into his own porridge so as not to laugh out loud. “Billy brought me ice cream,” Dom continues, all innocence.
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You've done a great job on the sequels so far! I love them! :))
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Too sweet. Just lurve the lurve and Austin and Aureen are wonderful!!
Glad Dommie's feeling better, even if it's only a little. You have to start somewhere...
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HAHA! Good one! :)
Lovely chapter, btw.
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LOL! Oh, that killed me! :-D
This chapter was just so sweet and hopeful. :-)
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“Oh, was able to swallow a bit last night,” Dom responds cheerfully, though the grin he turns toward Billy is pure evil, so much so that Billy has to glare down into his own porridge so as not to laugh out loud. “Billy brought me ice cream,” Dom continues, all innocence.
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Oh, and this bit? “Oh, was able to swallow a bit last night,”
I damned near choked laughing at that! Great chapter, dear. I'm really loving this one. (Not like I don't love them all!)
Thank you!
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“Oh, was able to swallow a bit last night,” Dom responds cheerfully, though the grin he turns toward Billy is pure evil, so much so that Billy has to glare down into his own porridge so as not to laugh out loud.
...but I am going to as well because it's briliant.
A warm and smiley chapter.
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Another great new part... thank you for sharing!
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This story is making me so happy! Thank you! <333
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I still love your Aureen & Austin. Just what parents should be.
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And i second what
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Dommie's gonna be okay!
I believe I needed that. Thank you, Sema.
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and how do you manage to do this while feeling ill yourself?
Oh yeah one more thing...salt on your porridge?
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The shower scene was really gentle and warm and lovely. It helped me to get through all the angst of The World Where We Live to know that at least they are ending up here.