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Title: Insomnia
Author: Charlotte May
Email:charlottemay43@hotmail.com
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Dom/Billy.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. I intend no disrespect to Dominic Monaghan or Billy Boyd.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Summary: Billy can’t sleep. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrpschallenge #15 – sex. PWP with no redeeming features whatsoever.
Author’s notes: Have I really missed four challenges? Oops. BTW, any plot found in this story is completely accidental. ;-)
Cross-posted tomonaboyd, fellow_shippers and my lj.
Insomnia
Billy turned over, plumped his pillow and sighed loudly. He determinedly shut his eyes. It was no use. No matter what he did, he didn’t feel remotely sleepy. Perhaps if he read for a while? He switched on his bedside light and picked up his book.
Half an hour later he felt a little more relaxed but still couldn’t fall asleep. Then he had another idea – a shower. Yes, a nice hot shower should do the trick. He climbed out of bed, padded across to the bathroom and switched on the light. Turning on the water, he shrugged off his boxers and let them fall to the floor. Taking a deep breath of the steamy air, he stepped into the shower and let the water play over his exhausted body.
Almost unconsciously, he picked up the soap and began lathering himself. First his chest, then his stomach, then lower and lower until his hand had enveloped his cock and he was stroking himself rhythmically. He dropped the soap and braced himself against the tiled wall with his other hand. Oh yes…
The noise of the bathroom door opening made him stop what he was doing and swing round. He could see a shadowy figure framed in the doorway. He froze. “Who’s there?” he said, trying to sound braver than he felt.
“Only me, Billy.”
Relief quickly changed to bewilderment. “Dom? How did you get in? And what are you doing here?”
He watched Dom move closer and open the door to the shower. Acting on reflex, Billy immediately lowered his hands to cover himself.
“Billy, don’t do that… I’d like to see.”
“Wh-what?” Billy stammered, as Dom’s eyes travelled lazily up and down his body. What the hell was going on?
“To answer your questions, you gave me your spare key ages ago in case you locked yourself out, and I’m here to give you a good time.”
The look in Dom’s eyes was predatory. Billy swallowed hard. “What the fuck, Dom?” he blurted out, for once completely at a loss for words. Dom wasn’t proposing what it sounded like he was proposing… was he? No, don’t be a wanker, Boyd, he told himself sternly. This is one of Dom’s practical jokes. Any minute Elijah and Orlando will bound through the door, probably with cameras.
Dom pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his toned chest and stomach, then his hands dropped to the button of his jeans. Billy watched, transfixed, as he undid it and slowly lowered the zip. With a slow wriggle of his hips, the jeans fell to the floor and he stood naked in front of Billy. “Like what you see, Bills?” he said, as he stepped out of his jeans and into the shower. Billy swallowed hard. Dom’s hard-on didn’t look like it had anything to do with a practical joke. It wasn’t funny in the slightest. Arousing, yes; funny, no.
Billy’s mouth went as dry as a bone, and, overcome with panic, he shuffled backwards until he found himself up against the tiled wall. Dom moved forward until their bodies were almost touching, and placed his hands either side of Billy’s head, effectively trapping him in place.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Billy,” whispered Dom as he leaned in and kissed him. Billy wasn’t sure how to react. If it was a joke and he responded, he’d look a complete wanker, but if it wasn’t… Dom’s hot sinuous tongue ran along his lips, over the roof of his mouth…And what was that Dom was doing with his teeth? Nibbles on his tongue, little bites on his lips… He shuddered and gave up on rational thought. One of Dom’s hands was now resting gently on his cheek, the other was still bracing himself above Billy’s head, as he relentlessly explored Billy’s mouth.
Billy’s knees went weak and he felt his back slip slightly against the tiles. He groaned and shut his eyes. Dom’s hand slid down his neck to his collarbone and caressed him gently. A trail of kisses followed, then a finger brushed over one of his nipples, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. “Like that, do you, Billy?” Billy’s eyes flickered open and he found himself looking straight into Dom’s lust-filled gaze.
Dom leaned down and licked one of Billy’s nipples, then the other. Billy felt his eyes roll back into his head. He was vaguely aware of Dom moving, then a warm, wet heat enveloped his already erect cock.
Fuck, that felt good.
He forced his eyes open and watched as Dom knelt in front of him and took him deep in his throat. Billy groaned. This wasn’t going to last long. The familiar pressure was already pooling in his groin as Dom sucked and licked his aching cock. He tried to thrust his pelvis forward, but strong hands grabbed his hips and held him in place against the wall. “I’m going to…” he gasped, but was overwhelmed by sensation as the crashing orgasm overtook him.
After sucking him dry, Dom got to his feet and gently kissed Billy, letting him taste himself. “I think you’ll sleep now,” he said, then turned and stepped out of the shower.
Billy awoke with a start, sending his book crashing to the floor. His heart sank. It had all been a dream? Well, not quite… there was a wet, sticky patch on his boxers. He was just getting out of bed to find a clean pair when his doorbell rang. Quickly pulling on a robe, he padded to the front door and opened it.
“Only me, Billy.”
Author: Charlotte May
Email:charlottemay43@hotmail.com
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Dom/Billy.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. I intend no disrespect to Dominic Monaghan or Billy Boyd.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Summary: Billy can’t sleep. Written for the
lotrpschallenge #15 – sex. PWP with no redeeming features whatsoever. Author’s notes: Have I really missed four challenges? Oops. BTW, any plot found in this story is completely accidental. ;-)
Cross-posted to
monaboyd, fellow_shippers and my lj.Insomnia
Billy turned over, plumped his pillow and sighed loudly. He determinedly shut his eyes. It was no use. No matter what he did, he didn’t feel remotely sleepy. Perhaps if he read for a while? He switched on his bedside light and picked up his book.
Half an hour later he felt a little more relaxed but still couldn’t fall asleep. Then he had another idea – a shower. Yes, a nice hot shower should do the trick. He climbed out of bed, padded across to the bathroom and switched on the light. Turning on the water, he shrugged off his boxers and let them fall to the floor. Taking a deep breath of the steamy air, he stepped into the shower and let the water play over his exhausted body.
Almost unconsciously, he picked up the soap and began lathering himself. First his chest, then his stomach, then lower and lower until his hand had enveloped his cock and he was stroking himself rhythmically. He dropped the soap and braced himself against the tiled wall with his other hand. Oh yes…
The noise of the bathroom door opening made him stop what he was doing and swing round. He could see a shadowy figure framed in the doorway. He froze. “Who’s there?” he said, trying to sound braver than he felt.
“Only me, Billy.”
Relief quickly changed to bewilderment. “Dom? How did you get in? And what are you doing here?”
He watched Dom move closer and open the door to the shower. Acting on reflex, Billy immediately lowered his hands to cover himself.
“Billy, don’t do that… I’d like to see.”
“Wh-what?” Billy stammered, as Dom’s eyes travelled lazily up and down his body. What the hell was going on?
“To answer your questions, you gave me your spare key ages ago in case you locked yourself out, and I’m here to give you a good time.”
The look in Dom’s eyes was predatory. Billy swallowed hard. “What the fuck, Dom?” he blurted out, for once completely at a loss for words. Dom wasn’t proposing what it sounded like he was proposing… was he? No, don’t be a wanker, Boyd, he told himself sternly. This is one of Dom’s practical jokes. Any minute Elijah and Orlando will bound through the door, probably with cameras.
Dom pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his toned chest and stomach, then his hands dropped to the button of his jeans. Billy watched, transfixed, as he undid it and slowly lowered the zip. With a slow wriggle of his hips, the jeans fell to the floor and he stood naked in front of Billy. “Like what you see, Bills?” he said, as he stepped out of his jeans and into the shower. Billy swallowed hard. Dom’s hard-on didn’t look like it had anything to do with a practical joke. It wasn’t funny in the slightest. Arousing, yes; funny, no.
Billy’s mouth went as dry as a bone, and, overcome with panic, he shuffled backwards until he found himself up against the tiled wall. Dom moved forward until their bodies were almost touching, and placed his hands either side of Billy’s head, effectively trapping him in place.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Billy,” whispered Dom as he leaned in and kissed him. Billy wasn’t sure how to react. If it was a joke and he responded, he’d look a complete wanker, but if it wasn’t… Dom’s hot sinuous tongue ran along his lips, over the roof of his mouth…And what was that Dom was doing with his teeth? Nibbles on his tongue, little bites on his lips… He shuddered and gave up on rational thought. One of Dom’s hands was now resting gently on his cheek, the other was still bracing himself above Billy’s head, as he relentlessly explored Billy’s mouth.
Billy’s knees went weak and he felt his back slip slightly against the tiles. He groaned and shut his eyes. Dom’s hand slid down his neck to his collarbone and caressed him gently. A trail of kisses followed, then a finger brushed over one of his nipples, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. “Like that, do you, Billy?” Billy’s eyes flickered open and he found himself looking straight into Dom’s lust-filled gaze.
Dom leaned down and licked one of Billy’s nipples, then the other. Billy felt his eyes roll back into his head. He was vaguely aware of Dom moving, then a warm, wet heat enveloped his already erect cock.
Fuck, that felt good.
He forced his eyes open and watched as Dom knelt in front of him and took him deep in his throat. Billy groaned. This wasn’t going to last long. The familiar pressure was already pooling in his groin as Dom sucked and licked his aching cock. He tried to thrust his pelvis forward, but strong hands grabbed his hips and held him in place against the wall. “I’m going to…” he gasped, but was overwhelmed by sensation as the crashing orgasm overtook him.
After sucking him dry, Dom got to his feet and gently kissed Billy, letting him taste himself. “I think you’ll sleep now,” he said, then turned and stepped out of the shower.
Billy awoke with a start, sending his book crashing to the floor. His heart sank. It had all been a dream? Well, not quite… there was a wet, sticky patch on his boxers. He was just getting out of bed to find a clean pair when his doorbell rang. Quickly pulling on a robe, he padded to the front door and opened it.
“Only me, Billy.”
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