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Hello all. I am a long time reader of this community and finally have something to give back. It was written for domhobbitzes and she gave me the go ahead to post it here. So I hope you all enjoy!

Title: Mile High Fantasies
Author: someone_noone
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rated: NC-17
Feed back: Ever so much appreciated.
Author's Notes: This is for domhobbitzes who wanted a Billy-helps-Dom-by-shagging-him-good-and-proper-and-showing-him-everything-he’s-missing fic, I hope this is what you want.
Thanks a million to beizy for the beta!


Dom looked out the small window of the plane only to see runways, press photographers, and scattered fans, all getting smaller as the plane made its way higher and higher into the air. Memories of last night still lingered in his sleep-deprived mind as he settled into his seat and tried to close his eyes, only to be met by flashes of light from the many cameras that had sparked his way yesterday. If he listened hard enough he could still hear the roar of the crowd ringing in his ears.

Opening his eyes, he saw Billy sitting by himself across the aisle, looking out the window. Dom was drawn to the angular lines that Billy’s limbs were made of. His head peering out of the window, resting on a hand that connected flawlessly to a forearm, which in turn connected to an elbow that rested gingerly on a knee, that eventually led to a jean clad thigh that connected to…

Dom shook his head, blinked hard a couple of times and tried to think clearly, but the only thing that would process was the other route his mind could have taken. And all roads seemed to lead to a certain place that Dom was certain he shouldn’t be thinking about, especially with such a long plane ride ahead.

Sleep. Sleep was what Dom needed.

He drew his eyes away from Billy, briefly looking at the others on board before trying his luck with the tiny window again. Nothing. He sighed and looked back at the others and this time, Billy was looking back at him. Not only was Billy looking at him, but Billy was also making his way over to where Dom was sitting. Another sigh escaped Dom's lips as he tried hard not to focus on all the new sets of lines Billy’s body was forming simply by moving. And even though they were new lines, they still always lead to—

“You look tired,” came Billy’s voice and for a second, Dom could do nothing but focus on the shapes that Billy’s mouth made while forming vowels and consonants. Billy apparently took Dom's silent glance as an answer, and sat down beside him. Dom shifted in his chair, trying to busy himself by placing his attention anywhere that didn’t involve Billy’s mouth or jeans.

“You okay, Dom? It won’t be long until we’re back in the smog city that for some reason you now call home.”

A kind of haze covered his emerald eyes and a soft smile graced that delicate mouth. Dom jokingly thought that this was what Billy would look like high. He laughed out loud at the thought, at the whole situation happening right now—the product of letting his mind drift away to places he knew it shouldn’t go. Dom looked over at his best friend and smiled simply.

“Yeah, yeah, heard that often enough,” he said and ran his hands through his hair and over his face, rubbing gently. “Just feel like I haven’t slept in a month, is all. I’m gonna go and splash my face or something, see if that won’t do the trick.”

Billy gave him a look that made his jeans tighten and his heart stop at the same time; concern with just a flash of curiosity, he was sure. Dom took a deep breath and stood up, ignoring whatever looks he may have gotten for making it to the restroom in record time. He stood over the tiny sink in the even tinier restroom, trying to ignore the ache in his jeans.

“For Christ’s sake,” he thought in regard to his need for cool air or, better yet, a cold shower. He placed his hands on the metal countertop that surrounded the sink and leaned toward the mirror. The reflection staring back at him filled him in on what Billy and all the others probably saw. He looked down at his jeans and let out an exasperated groan, “Do you have to do this to me when we’ve got to stay in this bloody plane for twelve fucking hours?”

Suddenly Dom heard something shifting outside his door. “No fucking way,” he thought, ignoring the hopeful twitch that occurred below the belt. Any other thoughts that might have gone through his mind were immediately cast aside, because there was Billy opening the restroom door. He looked at Dom like someone who had spied a five year-old doing something they’d been told not too, and that’s exactly how Dominic felt; caught and wide-eyed.

Billy’s gaze fell on the latch handle that Dom wished (in his haste to escape just those eyes) he had taken the time to lock. Billy tapped it lightly with fingers that wielded a delicate grace, but Dom was beginning to think that there was nothing delicate at all about the person standing in front of him. If Dom wasn’t mistaken—and he was quite sure he wasn’t—this time those eyes were sparkling with amusement. Just when Dom was thinking about saying whatever dignity he had left by walking away, Billy spoke, and Dom was drawn again to that mouth; that fucking perfect mouth.

“Um.” Billy smiled knowingly, making Dom sneer a bit, all previous thoughts of delicacy and grace forgotten. “I couldn’t help but overhear. Did you say that this flight was going to be twelve hours long?”

“Uhh…yeah,” Dom replied, biting his lip and silently cursing his spontaneous lack of eloquence. Despite that Billy was still there, now even brushing against Dom in order to fit in the small restroom, making no attempt at telling Dom that he should leave. Maybe Dom had fallen asleep in his chair after all. He let out a short, nervous laugh and Billy looked at him, considering him while closing the restroom door and clicking the lock in place.

“Hmm. Nice, cozy space here, yeah?”

Dom couldn’t help but smile at that too-calm and conversational statement. Billy smiled as well, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Dom’s waist, causing Dom to suddenly breathe deep, his jeans finding their former tightness against his body. He felt himself being guided back across the small distance to the sink. His heart speeded up with every step.

“Sit,” Billy simply commanded, and Dom sat quickly, finding he only had to slump down the slightest bit to do so. He looked into Billy’s eyes, searching for clues as to what was going to come next. Billy’s hands shifted from behind Dominic’s back and came to rest on the tops of his thighs. They stroked lightly there and then moved down to Dom’s knees, gently but firmly pushing them apart. He leaned in to the open space and brought his to Dom’s ear, hands never leaving Dom’s knees.

“Wanted this for a while Dommie,” Billy whispered.

Dom’s eyes grew wide. How long had Billy wanted this and why hadn't he told him like he had everything else? “For the same reasons you didn’t tell him,” he thought sadly. Dom turned his head, and reasons of protecting friendship and wondering about Billy’s feelings, began to drift away as he looked into those eyes. Billy leaned closer then, the space between their mouths not spanning more than an inch, and stayed there. Dom’s eyes flashed, thinking Billy might reconsider the situation he had suddenly put himself into. Dom quickly closed the gap between their mouths in an attempt to reassure Billy of his feelings and why they were there.

For the briefest of moments there was nothing but the shock of feeling one another pressed together. Then Dom felt Billy move, his mouth shifting and opening slightly, and a wet-hot tongue began to lick at his bottom lip. Dom smiled, accepting the invitation by opening his own mouth and bringing his hands up from the cool metal counter to timidly place them on either side of Billy’s warm face. Billy wasted no time exploring Dom’s mouth and tongue with thoroughness, getting more and more urgent with each passing minute.

Billy’s hands moved to explore Dom’s back, reaching underneath the loose, brown t-shirt and finding soft skin slightly damp from sweat. Dom was soon breathless yet struggling to get more, hands quickly tangling in fawn locks, searching for anything Billy was willing to give. His body was thrumming, his senses acutely aware of any place Billy was touching, kissing, devouring. It was nearly too much, but then Billy pulled back and nipped lightly at his now-red and swollen lower lip. Grey eyes flickered open. Air came in gasps; relief mixed with the wanting of more.

Billy smiled, leaning in to brush his lips against Dom’s ear as he whispered, “Waited too long to just fuck you in some cramped airplane over a sink, though.” Dom whimpered quietly at this suggestion, but felt a glimmer of hope run through him as Billy’s hands moved back up his thighs.

“But it seems that you are already a bit too far gone, yes?” Billy’s voice was spilling out in nothing but smooth, velvety calm tones, and Dom’s eyes shut tight as he watched that same voice spilling out of that perfect mouth. He swallowed dryly and simply nodded, raising his hips ever so slightly as Billy’s hands finally reached the fly of Dominic’s jeans, nimble fingers working tantalizingly slow at the button and zipper while his mouth began a new exploration of Dom’s neck. Billy sucked lightly at the pulse point, now racing with a growing intensity, while working the top button. He moved down Dom’s neck as his fingers slid down the zipper.

Dom felt a bite against his collarbone as Billy’s hand plunged inside his jeans, finding the sweltering heat that had been contained for too long. His hips rose involuntarily and he leaned into Billy’s shoulder to help stifle the sheer desire that had escaped his lips as Billy’s fingers wound around the base of Dom’s cock and slowly slid up. When Billy’s thumb swiped across the head and brought the pearly moisture back down in a tight stroke, Dom’s eyes clamped shut, his mouth letting out a, “Fuck, God…oh fuck,” in order to keep from coming that instant. Billy chuckled and worked his way back up Dominic’s neck and toward his mouth, claiming it with a hot urgency that used teeth, lips and tongue to convey its message, all while setting a steady pace with his fingers that was sure to have Dom writhing in a matter of minutes.

Minutes were indeed all it took to have Dom practically begging Billy to go faster, harder, willing to do anything for any sort of white-hot release. Between the deep and wonderful torture that Billy was performing on Dom’s mouth and the rough, thick work that was making his cock twitch with the need for release…

“Please…please, please…” Dom pleaded into Billy’s mouth, not really knowing what he was asking for, but begging all the same.

Billy seemed to know just what it was that Dom was asking for, however, and broke away, making Dom instantly wish he had not asked for whatever Billy was about to do if it meant he could have Billy’s mouth on his own again. But Billy was making his way down and, for a second, Dom’s clouded brain couldn't figure what was going on. Then those beautiful and talented hands were gone and Dom nearly sobbed, but caught his breath, when a tongue slid out and licked from base to tip.

“Billy, you don’t have to,” Dom suddenly gasped, reaching his hand down to stroke Billy’s face, which remained down turned. Billy’s eyes looked up and as they did, his mouth took Dom in. Dom’s head went back as far as it could considering the small and cramped space, and he let out what seemed to him to be a half rumble, half moan. Velvet warmth was all around him and despite his earlier wish of wanting his own mouth connected to Billy’s, Dom was beginning to think that this situation was an improvement.

Billy’s tongue swirled and lapped and his mouth gently sucked, quickly regaining the pace left behind by his hand. It didn’t take long before Dom’s hands in Billy’s hair were tugging and his gray eyes were shut closed in concentration. Billy’s hands gripped Dominic’s hips, fingers biting deliciously into flesh, steadying them. Dom felt it begin in his stomach, then spread to the base of his spine. His mouth dropped open, but no sound came out, toes curled in his shoes and his body rigidly still and straight as the orgasm ripped through him. Billy was there, anchoring him to the metal counter and taking all that he could give.

Dom was breathing like he hadn’t tasted air in years. Billy rose up to come face to face with him, waiting for him to open his eyes as a signal that everything that had just happened was okay. Dom opened his eyes to see those greener than green ones staring right back at him, concern and love brimming in them, and smiled at the sight of it. Billy smiled too and leaned in to give a quick chaste kiss, while helping Dom button and zip his jeans.

“So, has it always been a fantasy of yours to induct someone into the Mile High Club?” Dom’s cheeky smile was coming back as the haze in his mind finally began to fade. He slid off the countertop and closed the small distance between them.

Billy laughed at him and draped both arms over Dom’s shoulders. “It has been, as a matter of fact,” he stated proudly. “But I can’t believe that you’ve never done that before.”

Dom raised his hands as one innocent and sweet. “Never, ever.” He gave Billy a mischievous look and waggled his eyebrows, arms circling around Billy’s waist and pushing him back into the countertop. “Care to start a tradition?”

~fin~