Sugary Cupcakey Goodness

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Sugary Cupcakey Goodness
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Written for Challenge 19 in lotrpschallenge. The birthday challenge. :)


It was waking up on Billy’s lumpy sofa that caused the crick in Dom’s neck. That sharp burst of pain that happened if he tried to straighten his head.

Turns out sleeping on a tattered, faded teddy bear with one eye, twisted ones neck into all manner of knots. Billy would never forgive him for squishing Mr. Fuzzy.

He rubbed the sore spot gingerly, trying to release some of the tension, but it was no use. That’s when he collapsed down on the couch, feet thrown over the back, his head hanging off the edge, straightening his neck by gravity alone.

He whimpered.

And then he opened his eyes and saw a cup cake on the coffee table along with numerous shot glasses from the previous night.

Icing was piled high on it, along with sprinkles, leading up to a mound of sugary cupcakey goodness.

The candle on the top, however, had started to slump.

“ ‘Bout bloody time you woke up.”

His neck screamed in protest when he turned to look at Billy.

He fell off the couch.

Billy laughed and Dom ate his birthday cupcake from the floor.

*****
“Look. My neck’s all better.”

“Almost.” Billy said thoughtfully tying a balloon quickly and smacking it across the room to bounce with the others.

“My head’s not straight?” Dom panicked.

“Nope.”

“I need an ice pack.” Dom said hopelessly.

“Heat. You need a heating pad or something.” Another balloon flew across the room.

“Mmm.” Dom said thoughtfully. “That sounds nice.”

When he made no move to get up, Billy smiled at his prone form. He got up himself and pressed a kiss to Dom’s forehead.

“I’m blowing up these balloons for you, I made you a cupcake…but you are the birthday boy. I’ll get one for you.”

“Ta, Bills.”

Billy kicked balloons out of his way as he headed towards the hallway. They bounced off the photographs framed on the wall.

Dom smiled and licked the frosting off his fingers.

*****
Billy nuzzled his neck. His nose cold where the heating pad had been warm.

“Better?”

“Much better.”

Dom moved his hips, willing Billy to press against him.

Billy’s hand slipped between them and his fingers found their way into his pajama bottoms.

“There are advantages to not getting dressed.” Dom murmured against his lips with a smile, his own fingers fumbling with Billy’s belt.

Dom thrust up into his hand, groaning and still attempting to get to Billy’s fly.

“Shhh…” Billy whispered, his lips slipping over Dom’s jaw and down his neck.

Soft kisses against his collarbone, down his chest to where they turned into bites along his stomach.

Dom looked down at Billy, who somehow managed to give him an innocent look while running a finger along his waistband.

*****
Later that afternoon, lying on the couch watching the light slant through the blinds and making patterned shadows on the floor, Dom stroked a thumb along Billy’s spine and didn’t really mind that there were a stack of undelivered invitations lying forgotten near the front door.

Best. Birthday. Ever.