(![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
jenish.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
monaboyd Sep. 18th, 2004 04:47 pm)
jenish.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Sep. 18th, 2004 04:47 pm)Title: Breathe In Chapter 2/2 (Story 1/3)
Author: Jen
Work In Progress/Series/Complete: Series is a work in progress
Rating: Series NC-17. This chapter hard R
Word Count: 2,833
Characters/Pairings: BB/DM
Disclaimer: This never happened. It comes entirely out of my imagination, and is therefore utterly fictional. No harm or disrespect is meant to anyone, least of all the actors Dom Monaghan and Billy Boyd, neither of whom I have met or know.
Archive: The Cookie Crumbles and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drabblemesilly. Otherwise, ask first please
Warnings: AU, slightly. Ali is with a friend of Billy’s, not Billy himself.
Summary: Dom picks Billy up for an awards ceremony.
Notes: This is forhikethekilt, who gave me the prompt and main plot bunny. She should be showered in sweets and such. Huge thanks to my beta marigold6.
Part One
I breathed in. Felt your breath on my skin.
And I’ve craved it, oh, how I’ve craved it. I crave it still.
Do you?
~
Water, pounding. Almost drowning out the conversation in his head. Almost, but Dom’s voice rang clear in his memory. Agreeing it was just a kiss.
Billy was re-living that night, months ago now, and for the thousandth time he wondered what had possessed him. Why he’d said that. He’d just panicked... what if that was all Dom wanted? Nothing had changed since then, Dom had acted like it never happened and Billy had... taken his lead. Maybe that was all Dom did want. Maybe? Probably. He closed his eyes, leaning into the shower.
“I’ll pick you up from your room, we can go together, yeah?” Dom had said. Some awards thing, Billy couldn’t even remember what Fellowship was up for. There was a buzzing in his ears, or maybe that was the shower.
He turned the water off, stepping out and shaking his head to clear it. Reached blindly for a towel, wiped his eyes. Stared for a moment at them in the mirror. Noticed something... very noticeable.
He looked down, groaning “Oh, no.” There would be no way to hide just how hard he was. No way at all. “Why do you insist on doing this to me? Why, damn you?”
Sighing, he sat heavily on the closed toilet seat, head in his hands, a sense of déjà vu permeating and leaving a toppling feeling.
~
Billy stepped out of the shower, toweling himself off quickly. Everyone had agreed to meet at eight thirty, so he didn’t have long. As he passed the towel over his erection, for a moment rubbing it roughly, he grunted. Looking at the clock, he swore under his breath. No time. Bollocks.
He dressed quickly, pulling on his longest t-shirt, determined to forget about it and just enjoy himself.
“You alright there, Billy?” Dom looked closely at him as they met outside the club, Billy having just parked his car and Dom straightening up as the taxi driver handed him his change and drove away. “You look a little...” He squinted. “You’re limping.”
Billy was kind of grateful for the blush creeping up his cheeks, and even more grateful for the dark so Dom couldn’t see it. At least all his blood wasn’t rushing downwards. “Er, yeah. My ankle. Kind of... twisted it a little bit.” He shrugged, leading Dom inside.
“Billy! Dom! There you are!” They were nearly knocked over by Orlando and Elijah, who guided them to a table. Ian and Viggo tipped their glasses in greeting.
“Alright, my shout,” Billy announced. “Who’s for what?”
He muttered the orders under his breath as he waited to catch the barman, leaning against the sticky wood. Someone had spilled something, probably a pineapple flavoured alco-pop, judging by the smell.
Another smell filled his nostrils as he breathed in. Cheap shampoo that does its job and always smells just the right side of pleasant. And soap, that kind of soap that smells not entirely soapy; there’s a tang of something in it... elderberries, Billy thinks, yes, it’s the faint whiff of elderberries and he knows who uses that soap, that shampoo, and lots of it to get rid of the smell the fatsuit left him with.
Dom.
“Thought I’d come help you carry the drinks,” he said. Billy tried hard not to yelp as his erection reminded him, insistently and against his jeans and the rather unyielding bar, that it was still very much there.
“Thanks,” he said, when he could speak without choking. He and Dom placed their order, and balanced the drinks carefully as they made their way back to the table.
Dom liked to dance with a few drinks inside him. Billy had seen him dance plenty of times, had danced with him often enough. So why could he not take his bloody eyes off him tonight?
“You dancing, Bill?” Orli asked, standing. Billy looked up. Ian had gone home, as had Viggo. Orli, Sean and Elijah were heading to the dance floor to join Dom, leaving the table empty around him. Billy shook his head. His hard-on was bordering on painful and he didn’t want to move too much.
“Nah, I’ll stay here. I’ll mind the drinks.”
He tried to watch the others, he really did. He tried to watch the clump of three or four gorgeous girls dancing not far from them. Orli and Lij had spotted them and were closing in. But all Billy noticed was Dom’s seeming lack of interest in them.
A song began. It had a loud, steady, pounding beat and a simple repeated riff. Dom loved this song. Billy tensed, eyes glued to Dom. To his eyes as he closed them, to his arms as they were raised in the air. To his hips as Dom rolled them, around and up and over in time with the beat. Dom rolled his hips again, around, up, over, nodding his head and biting his lip.
Billy gripped his bottle hard, cool condensation welcome on his hot, flushed skin. His other hand wandered a little, tapping restlessly on the table. His leg jigged up and down. He tried very hard not to whimper, but nobody heard as he failed, the sound ending on a low moan.
Dom’s rhythm changed as the middle eight started, riff and beat giving way to a quieter, stiller rhythm. He swayed his waist a little, rolling his hips around again, and as the riff returned, he circled them, aroundupover, pausing to hold them high. He knew what was coming next, and his whole body seemed to pause, quivering, waiting.
The beat kicked in again, and Dom rocked his body, ripples from his midriff outwards, arms above his head, biting his lip, lost in the rhythm.
Billy didn’t care who heard the moan he gave, nor the gasp that followed. Nobody heard. “Fuck,” he whispered, squirming in his seat, shifting, gripping the table top, his bottle, anything, so hard the tips of his fingers and his knuckles were white. He rocked, dipping his hips down and up in an attempt to relieve the pressure on the zipper of his jeans. It didn’t work, but good fucking God it felt good, so he dipped them again. Down, then up. Groaning a little, he rocked and dipped, holding his bottle so tightly he was in danger of breaking something.
On the dance floor, Dom pushed his hips back, rolling them up, then over, then around, and Billy watched, rocking, swearing under his breath. Dom’s body slammed from side to side in the beat, and Billy’s eyes widened, he whispered “Oh, fuck” sharply, shuddered once, and came. Hard.
Shaking, deflating, blood rushing to his face, Billy stumbled past Dom, oblivious and lost to the music, and almost fell into the loos, finding a cubicle which actually had some paper. He sat, breathing hard, and glanced down, praying fervently there wouldn’t be a stain.
Out on the floor, Dom returned to the world as the song ended and he caught a familiar scent. But by the time he looked around for Billy, he was nowhere to be seen.
~
Billy sat back, tilting his head until he was looking at the ceiling. He really, really didn’t want to ruin his suit. It was a bloody expensive one. And there was no baggy shirt to hide under; his hard-on would be visible to the entire world unless he sorted himself out. He would be on show tonight, and he did want to be... on show.
He sighed, biting his lip, hand on his stomach. As he wrapped his fingers around his cock, one by one curling them around it, he relaxed. Closing his eyes, the memory of last year lingered. Watching Dom. How Dom had given himself to the music. How just the sight of him dancing, moving like that, had made Billy come. Without even touching himself.
He touched himself now, stroking roughly, root to tip, pulling. He remembered how Dom looked in his wetsuit, how he had tripped when they danced, that night in Dom’s flat months ago, back to film pickups. How he had caught Dom in his arms, and just... held him. Breathing him in. Then kissed him.
Billy squeezed his cock, twisting as he pulled, hips lifting, bucking into his hand. Breathing ragged and hard, he whispered something inarticulate that might have been the start of “Do-“ and his mind called up an image of Dom, kneeling on the floor in front of him, grinning and looking up at him from between his legs. Billy spread them, wide, his centre of gravity shifting as he tugged harder, rougher, faster, moaning Dom’s name mixed with soft profanities.
*
Dom glanced at his watch, as he waited for the lift. He had never known a hotel to have such slow lifts. Sighing, he stared absently at the wall, exchanging polite smiles with the other man who stood, waiting.
*
Billy groaned. His kneeling image was lowering its mouth, and Billy thrust up hard into the imagined wetness, ghostly tongue swirling, but that was his thumb, rubbing at the tip of his cock, his little finger stroking his balls lightly. Just enough so he could feel it, so he wanted it, so it drove him crazy.
*
The lift doors pinged. At last! Dom thought, waiting aside as the lift tipped out its passengers. He stepped in after the stranger, pushing the button for the fifth floor.
*
Billy’s other hand slammed against the wall, fingertips scrabbling at the tiles. He pushed his hips harder upwards, tugging roughly. His image looked at him from under its hair, sultry slow-burning blue-grey eyes locked on his. Billy thrust faster into his hand, into the mouth he imagined it to be. “Fuck, Dom,” he groaned loudly.
*
Tense, awkward silence filled the lift. The kind that Dom knew well. The kind in which someone was trying to make their mind up about something. He sighed as the stranger’s mouth opened.
“You’re that Dom bloke, aren’t you?” Dom was surprised that the guy had a British accent, although he didn’t know why he should be. He looked at the man properly. Short, even shorter than Dom, maybe as tall as Lij. Grey hair, definitely in the latter stages of balding. Seemed kinda sweet. Probably in his early fifties.
Dom nodded. So did the other guy. “I’m terrible with names... Dominic Monaghan, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Dom grinned sheepishly, wondering what would come next. He had heard everything from “Merry’s my favourite character” to “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be Scottish?”
“My daughter really likes you,” the guy smiled, and Dom was a little relieved. “You and, um... Billy something.”
“Boyd,” Dom supplied, not even bothering to hide his foolish grin. “Yeah, I’m here to pick him up, we’re going to an awards ceremony.” He indicated his tuxedo, and the guy nodded. “You staying here?” Another nod. “Your daughter staying here too?”
Dom found himself noting down the girl’s name and room number and promising to leave her a message as the doors opened on Billy’s floor.
*
Billy’s fingers curled on the cool tiles. He slammed his palm against them again, working his other hand up and down the length of his cock, stroking, rubbing, squeezing, twisting, harder, faster, rougher, eyes squeezed so tightly shut all he could see were white spots and the image sucking him hard and fast, tongue working at him.
“Oh fuck, Dom,” he cried out, yelling incoherantly, tugging, rubbing, slamming, oh fuck this is good. Gasping, thrusting, so close, something molten gathering at the base of his spine, “Fuck. Fuck. Oh, God. Oh, GodDom.” Twisting, pushing against the wall, against the seat, a hundred directions at once, head thrown back, writhing rocking pulling groaning thrusting quaking needing squeezing, so close. So close. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” Tugging pulling twisting coming -- “OhfuckDOM.”
There was a moment, as he was exploding, as he was coming apart and bursting, popping like a champagne bottle and yelling Dom’s name, when he was aware of everything and nothing. The figure standing in the doorway flickered in and out of his consciousness as he settled back to find his heart hadn’t burst in his chest, and the stars on his eyelids were only temporary.
“Billy.” He jumped, looking up to see Dom, one hand on his chest, as if he were touched. “I didn’t know you cared.”
“Oh, shite.” Billy curled up, knees coming up to his chest, flaming face firmly buried in his hands, heart pounding as humiliation hit him like a lead sock. I’m completely naked and Dom has just watched me have the best orgasm I’ve had in fucking ages, screaming his name. I don’t think ‘Oh fuckity fucking bollocking shiteing fuck’ would even cover it.
He said it anyway.
“Billy.” Dom’s voice was closer now, right in front of him, and every trace of mocking was gone. “Billy, look at me.”
Billy looked up, and his breath caught. Dom was kneeling in front of him, right where his image had been. But this was real. This was Dom, with uneven breathing and darkening eyes.
And Dom touched his cheek. “Billy... I...” He smiled. Whispered, so quietly Billy could barely hear him under the pounding in his ears, “You... you came for me. And it was... it was just... Billy, I... God--“ His eyes travelled to Billy’s messy, sticky stomach. “God, I want to taste you. You smell so -- fuck, driving me crazy.” His eyes, his voice, everything pleaded. “Can I? Can I just...?”
Billy nodded, slowly putting his feet on the floor again, one each side of him. Dom lowered his mouth, his tongue snaking out, and Billy’s muscles tensed as his tongue lapped at the come on his belly. Dom swallowed, gazing up at him. “Relax.” Hands on Billy’s hips, Dom gently pushed him back a little, so he was tilting comfortably. Billy closed his eyes, working to relax his muscles as Dom licked glistening beads of salty sweat off him, mixed with the headier, saltier come.
Dom circled his hands lightly on Billy’s sides. “Ssh, just relax,” he mumbled against Billy’s skin, and Billy hadn’t realised he’d been whimpering.
Dom planted a kiss at the base of Billy’s limp cock, and Billy twitched. “Dom...” he breathed. He reached blindly for Dom, who tasted salty when Billy pulled him up and kissed him hard. Heart beating wildly, mouth working under Dom’s, pulling at him desperately, licking at his tongue, feeling Dom melt into him, lapping, pulling, responding, and this time, this time neither would have said it was just kissing.
Dom’s hands went for the buttons on his shirt, and Billy’s fumbled to unzip Dom’s trousers. Tux, clean crisp white shirt, tie, all fell to the floor, and Billy reached for him, palming the length of his erection.
“Jesus, Billy,” Dom threw his head back, pushing against his hand. Billy dropped to all fours, pushing Dom up against the sink. He was longer, thicker than Billy remembered. He’d seen Dom naked before, but never naked and hard.
And oh, he was so fucking hard in Billy’s mouth. Dom tangled his fingers in Billy’s hair, moaning and gasping, “Oh fuck, Billy, God that’s so -- yeah.” And Billy sucked harder. Working at the base of Dom’s cock, the other stroking behind his balls.
“Billy, God. Yeah. Yes. Billy. Mmmmoh. Fuck. Billy.” Dom thrust into his mouth, nearly making Billy gag, and Billy swirled his tongue, over and around, and sucked hard, and Dom was throwing his head back and exploding in Billy’s mouth, shouting his name. Billy sucked until Dom rode out the last of his spasms, falling back against the sink unit. Billy nearly choked as he swallowed, coughing and trying not to make a face.
“You alright?” Dom panted.
“Fine,” Billy gasped. “Just - lot to swallow.”
“Yeah?” Dom was grinning. “That’s good, isn’t it? I mean, I think it is.”
Billy nodded. “Probably.”
Dom pulled him to his feet and kissed him, tasting himself on Billy’s tongue, playing with his chest hair. “Now, it occurs to me,” he murmured, pulling slightly away so he could speak, “that while I’ve had a fantastic blowjob, all you’ve had is a wank. And that hardly seems fair.” Billy looked at him, breathless. “Think I’m gonna have to do something about that.”
“I see you’re a very fair man.”
“I am.”
“Good.” Billy exhaled.
“Well! What are you waiting for, the bed to come and walk to you?”
Billy glanced at Dom, distracted but managing to say, “What about the awards?”
“Screw the awards.”
It probably shouldn’t have startled Dom when Billy raced into the bedroom and leapt onto the bed, stretching out in front of him. As it was, he was only mildly surprised.
“Dom. Why are you still over there?”
Dom grinned, took a running jump, and landed next to Billy.
Author: Jen
Work In Progress/Series/Complete: Series is a work in progress
Rating: Series NC-17. This chapter hard R
Word Count: 2,833
Characters/Pairings: BB/DM
Disclaimer: This never happened. It comes entirely out of my imagination, and is therefore utterly fictional. No harm or disrespect is meant to anyone, least of all the actors Dom Monaghan and Billy Boyd, neither of whom I have met or know.
Archive: The Cookie Crumbles and
drabblemesilly. Otherwise, ask first pleaseWarnings: AU, slightly. Ali is with a friend of Billy’s, not Billy himself.
Summary: Dom picks Billy up for an awards ceremony.
Notes: This is for
hikethekilt, who gave me the prompt and main plot bunny. She should be showered in sweets and such. Huge thanks to my beta marigold6.Part One
I breathed in. Felt your breath on my skin.
And I’ve craved it, oh, how I’ve craved it. I crave it still.
Do you?
Water, pounding. Almost drowning out the conversation in his head. Almost, but Dom’s voice rang clear in his memory. Agreeing it was just a kiss.
Billy was re-living that night, months ago now, and for the thousandth time he wondered what had possessed him. Why he’d said that. He’d just panicked... what if that was all Dom wanted? Nothing had changed since then, Dom had acted like it never happened and Billy had... taken his lead. Maybe that was all Dom did want. Maybe? Probably. He closed his eyes, leaning into the shower.
“I’ll pick you up from your room, we can go together, yeah?” Dom had said. Some awards thing, Billy couldn’t even remember what Fellowship was up for. There was a buzzing in his ears, or maybe that was the shower.
He turned the water off, stepping out and shaking his head to clear it. Reached blindly for a towel, wiped his eyes. Stared for a moment at them in the mirror. Noticed something... very noticeable.
He looked down, groaning “Oh, no.” There would be no way to hide just how hard he was. No way at all. “Why do you insist on doing this to me? Why, damn you?”
Sighing, he sat heavily on the closed toilet seat, head in his hands, a sense of déjà vu permeating and leaving a toppling feeling.
Billy stepped out of the shower, toweling himself off quickly. Everyone had agreed to meet at eight thirty, so he didn’t have long. As he passed the towel over his erection, for a moment rubbing it roughly, he grunted. Looking at the clock, he swore under his breath. No time. Bollocks.
He dressed quickly, pulling on his longest t-shirt, determined to forget about it and just enjoy himself.
“You alright there, Billy?” Dom looked closely at him as they met outside the club, Billy having just parked his car and Dom straightening up as the taxi driver handed him his change and drove away. “You look a little...” He squinted. “You’re limping.”
Billy was kind of grateful for the blush creeping up his cheeks, and even more grateful for the dark so Dom couldn’t see it. At least all his blood wasn’t rushing downwards. “Er, yeah. My ankle. Kind of... twisted it a little bit.” He shrugged, leading Dom inside.
“Billy! Dom! There you are!” They were nearly knocked over by Orlando and Elijah, who guided them to a table. Ian and Viggo tipped their glasses in greeting.
“Alright, my shout,” Billy announced. “Who’s for what?”
He muttered the orders under his breath as he waited to catch the barman, leaning against the sticky wood. Someone had spilled something, probably a pineapple flavoured alco-pop, judging by the smell.
Another smell filled his nostrils as he breathed in. Cheap shampoo that does its job and always smells just the right side of pleasant. And soap, that kind of soap that smells not entirely soapy; there’s a tang of something in it... elderberries, Billy thinks, yes, it’s the faint whiff of elderberries and he knows who uses that soap, that shampoo, and lots of it to get rid of the smell the fatsuit left him with.
Dom.
“Thought I’d come help you carry the drinks,” he said. Billy tried hard not to yelp as his erection reminded him, insistently and against his jeans and the rather unyielding bar, that it was still very much there.
“Thanks,” he said, when he could speak without choking. He and Dom placed their order, and balanced the drinks carefully as they made their way back to the table.
Dom liked to dance with a few drinks inside him. Billy had seen him dance plenty of times, had danced with him often enough. So why could he not take his bloody eyes off him tonight?
“You dancing, Bill?” Orli asked, standing. Billy looked up. Ian had gone home, as had Viggo. Orli, Sean and Elijah were heading to the dance floor to join Dom, leaving the table empty around him. Billy shook his head. His hard-on was bordering on painful and he didn’t want to move too much.
“Nah, I’ll stay here. I’ll mind the drinks.”
He tried to watch the others, he really did. He tried to watch the clump of three or four gorgeous girls dancing not far from them. Orli and Lij had spotted them and were closing in. But all Billy noticed was Dom’s seeming lack of interest in them.
A song began. It had a loud, steady, pounding beat and a simple repeated riff. Dom loved this song. Billy tensed, eyes glued to Dom. To his eyes as he closed them, to his arms as they were raised in the air. To his hips as Dom rolled them, around and up and over in time with the beat. Dom rolled his hips again, around, up, over, nodding his head and biting his lip.
Billy gripped his bottle hard, cool condensation welcome on his hot, flushed skin. His other hand wandered a little, tapping restlessly on the table. His leg jigged up and down. He tried very hard not to whimper, but nobody heard as he failed, the sound ending on a low moan.
Dom’s rhythm changed as the middle eight started, riff and beat giving way to a quieter, stiller rhythm. He swayed his waist a little, rolling his hips around again, and as the riff returned, he circled them, aroundupover, pausing to hold them high. He knew what was coming next, and his whole body seemed to pause, quivering, waiting.
The beat kicked in again, and Dom rocked his body, ripples from his midriff outwards, arms above his head, biting his lip, lost in the rhythm.
Billy didn’t care who heard the moan he gave, nor the gasp that followed. Nobody heard. “Fuck,” he whispered, squirming in his seat, shifting, gripping the table top, his bottle, anything, so hard the tips of his fingers and his knuckles were white. He rocked, dipping his hips down and up in an attempt to relieve the pressure on the zipper of his jeans. It didn’t work, but good fucking God it felt good, so he dipped them again. Down, then up. Groaning a little, he rocked and dipped, holding his bottle so tightly he was in danger of breaking something.
On the dance floor, Dom pushed his hips back, rolling them up, then over, then around, and Billy watched, rocking, swearing under his breath. Dom’s body slammed from side to side in the beat, and Billy’s eyes widened, he whispered “Oh, fuck” sharply, shuddered once, and came. Hard.
Shaking, deflating, blood rushing to his face, Billy stumbled past Dom, oblivious and lost to the music, and almost fell into the loos, finding a cubicle which actually had some paper. He sat, breathing hard, and glanced down, praying fervently there wouldn’t be a stain.
Out on the floor, Dom returned to the world as the song ended and he caught a familiar scent. But by the time he looked around for Billy, he was nowhere to be seen.
Billy sat back, tilting his head until he was looking at the ceiling. He really, really didn’t want to ruin his suit. It was a bloody expensive one. And there was no baggy shirt to hide under; his hard-on would be visible to the entire world unless he sorted himself out. He would be on show tonight, and he did want to be... on show.
He sighed, biting his lip, hand on his stomach. As he wrapped his fingers around his cock, one by one curling them around it, he relaxed. Closing his eyes, the memory of last year lingered. Watching Dom. How Dom had given himself to the music. How just the sight of him dancing, moving like that, had made Billy come. Without even touching himself.
He touched himself now, stroking roughly, root to tip, pulling. He remembered how Dom looked in his wetsuit, how he had tripped when they danced, that night in Dom’s flat months ago, back to film pickups. How he had caught Dom in his arms, and just... held him. Breathing him in. Then kissed him.
Billy squeezed his cock, twisting as he pulled, hips lifting, bucking into his hand. Breathing ragged and hard, he whispered something inarticulate that might have been the start of “Do-“ and his mind called up an image of Dom, kneeling on the floor in front of him, grinning and looking up at him from between his legs. Billy spread them, wide, his centre of gravity shifting as he tugged harder, rougher, faster, moaning Dom’s name mixed with soft profanities.
Dom glanced at his watch, as he waited for the lift. He had never known a hotel to have such slow lifts. Sighing, he stared absently at the wall, exchanging polite smiles with the other man who stood, waiting.
Billy groaned. His kneeling image was lowering its mouth, and Billy thrust up hard into the imagined wetness, ghostly tongue swirling, but that was his thumb, rubbing at the tip of his cock, his little finger stroking his balls lightly. Just enough so he could feel it, so he wanted it, so it drove him crazy.
The lift doors pinged. At last! Dom thought, waiting aside as the lift tipped out its passengers. He stepped in after the stranger, pushing the button for the fifth floor.
Billy’s other hand slammed against the wall, fingertips scrabbling at the tiles. He pushed his hips harder upwards, tugging roughly. His image looked at him from under its hair, sultry slow-burning blue-grey eyes locked on his. Billy thrust faster into his hand, into the mouth he imagined it to be. “Fuck, Dom,” he groaned loudly.
Tense, awkward silence filled the lift. The kind that Dom knew well. The kind in which someone was trying to make their mind up about something. He sighed as the stranger’s mouth opened.
“You’re that Dom bloke, aren’t you?” Dom was surprised that the guy had a British accent, although he didn’t know why he should be. He looked at the man properly. Short, even shorter than Dom, maybe as tall as Lij. Grey hair, definitely in the latter stages of balding. Seemed kinda sweet. Probably in his early fifties.
Dom nodded. So did the other guy. “I’m terrible with names... Dominic Monaghan, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Dom grinned sheepishly, wondering what would come next. He had heard everything from “Merry’s my favourite character” to “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be Scottish?”
“My daughter really likes you,” the guy smiled, and Dom was a little relieved. “You and, um... Billy something.”
“Boyd,” Dom supplied, not even bothering to hide his foolish grin. “Yeah, I’m here to pick him up, we’re going to an awards ceremony.” He indicated his tuxedo, and the guy nodded. “You staying here?” Another nod. “Your daughter staying here too?”
Dom found himself noting down the girl’s name and room number and promising to leave her a message as the doors opened on Billy’s floor.
Billy’s fingers curled on the cool tiles. He slammed his palm against them again, working his other hand up and down the length of his cock, stroking, rubbing, squeezing, twisting, harder, faster, rougher, eyes squeezed so tightly shut all he could see were white spots and the image sucking him hard and fast, tongue working at him.
“Oh fuck, Dom,” he cried out, yelling incoherantly, tugging, rubbing, slamming, oh fuck this is good. Gasping, thrusting, so close, something molten gathering at the base of his spine, “Fuck. Fuck. Oh, God. Oh, GodDom.” Twisting, pushing against the wall, against the seat, a hundred directions at once, head thrown back, writhing rocking pulling groaning thrusting quaking needing squeezing, so close. So close. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” Tugging pulling twisting coming -- “OhfuckDOM.”
There was a moment, as he was exploding, as he was coming apart and bursting, popping like a champagne bottle and yelling Dom’s name, when he was aware of everything and nothing. The figure standing in the doorway flickered in and out of his consciousness as he settled back to find his heart hadn’t burst in his chest, and the stars on his eyelids were only temporary.
“Billy.” He jumped, looking up to see Dom, one hand on his chest, as if he were touched. “I didn’t know you cared.”
“Oh, shite.” Billy curled up, knees coming up to his chest, flaming face firmly buried in his hands, heart pounding as humiliation hit him like a lead sock. I’m completely naked and Dom has just watched me have the best orgasm I’ve had in fucking ages, screaming his name. I don’t think ‘Oh fuckity fucking bollocking shiteing fuck’ would even cover it.
He said it anyway.
“Billy.” Dom’s voice was closer now, right in front of him, and every trace of mocking was gone. “Billy, look at me.”
Billy looked up, and his breath caught. Dom was kneeling in front of him, right where his image had been. But this was real. This was Dom, with uneven breathing and darkening eyes.
And Dom touched his cheek. “Billy... I...” He smiled. Whispered, so quietly Billy could barely hear him under the pounding in his ears, “You... you came for me. And it was... it was just... Billy, I... God--“ His eyes travelled to Billy’s messy, sticky stomach. “God, I want to taste you. You smell so -- fuck, driving me crazy.” His eyes, his voice, everything pleaded. “Can I? Can I just...?”
Billy nodded, slowly putting his feet on the floor again, one each side of him. Dom lowered his mouth, his tongue snaking out, and Billy’s muscles tensed as his tongue lapped at the come on his belly. Dom swallowed, gazing up at him. “Relax.” Hands on Billy’s hips, Dom gently pushed him back a little, so he was tilting comfortably. Billy closed his eyes, working to relax his muscles as Dom licked glistening beads of salty sweat off him, mixed with the headier, saltier come.
Dom circled his hands lightly on Billy’s sides. “Ssh, just relax,” he mumbled against Billy’s skin, and Billy hadn’t realised he’d been whimpering.
Dom planted a kiss at the base of Billy’s limp cock, and Billy twitched. “Dom...” he breathed. He reached blindly for Dom, who tasted salty when Billy pulled him up and kissed him hard. Heart beating wildly, mouth working under Dom’s, pulling at him desperately, licking at his tongue, feeling Dom melt into him, lapping, pulling, responding, and this time, this time neither would have said it was just kissing.
Dom’s hands went for the buttons on his shirt, and Billy’s fumbled to unzip Dom’s trousers. Tux, clean crisp white shirt, tie, all fell to the floor, and Billy reached for him, palming the length of his erection.
“Jesus, Billy,” Dom threw his head back, pushing against his hand. Billy dropped to all fours, pushing Dom up against the sink. He was longer, thicker than Billy remembered. He’d seen Dom naked before, but never naked and hard.
And oh, he was so fucking hard in Billy’s mouth. Dom tangled his fingers in Billy’s hair, moaning and gasping, “Oh fuck, Billy, God that’s so -- yeah.” And Billy sucked harder. Working at the base of Dom’s cock, the other stroking behind his balls.
“Billy, God. Yeah. Yes. Billy. Mmmmoh. Fuck. Billy.” Dom thrust into his mouth, nearly making Billy gag, and Billy swirled his tongue, over and around, and sucked hard, and Dom was throwing his head back and exploding in Billy’s mouth, shouting his name. Billy sucked until Dom rode out the last of his spasms, falling back against the sink unit. Billy nearly choked as he swallowed, coughing and trying not to make a face.
“You alright?” Dom panted.
“Fine,” Billy gasped. “Just - lot to swallow.”
“Yeah?” Dom was grinning. “That’s good, isn’t it? I mean, I think it is.”
Billy nodded. “Probably.”
Dom pulled him to his feet and kissed him, tasting himself on Billy’s tongue, playing with his chest hair. “Now, it occurs to me,” he murmured, pulling slightly away so he could speak, “that while I’ve had a fantastic blowjob, all you’ve had is a wank. And that hardly seems fair.” Billy looked at him, breathless. “Think I’m gonna have to do something about that.”
“I see you’re a very fair man.”
“I am.”
“Good.” Billy exhaled.
“Well! What are you waiting for, the bed to come and walk to you?”
Billy glanced at Dom, distracted but managing to say, “What about the awards?”
“Screw the awards.”
It probably shouldn’t have startled Dom when Billy raced into the bedroom and leapt onto the bed, stretching out in front of him. As it was, he was only mildly surprised.
“Dom. Why are you still over there?”
Dom grinned, took a running jump, and landed next to Billy.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
I love you cos you love I'm so porny.
And it was Kilt's bunny, she asked for wanking!Billy and stuff. YAY KILT.
From:
no subject
I GOT YOUR POSTCARD OMG UR THE BEST THING EVER.
From:
no subject
Eeeeee you got it \o/ I swear I will write you that letter. Soon, yes. *love*
From:
no subject
I would tell you what those kinks are, but not here. I'll post in my GJ. Nothing too extreme--I'm not an extreme type of girl.
From:
no subject
Non-extreme kinks are always good *nod*
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
I loved both parts of this, and am so happy that there will be another two stories in the series. I can't wait to read them!
From:
no subject
Working on the second story tonight, I am.From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
Mind if start using the phrase ‘Oh fuckity fucking bollocking shiteing fuck’? I want to see how many times I can say it in school before getting kicked out of class
From:
no subject
Use that phrase all you like :D Thanks so much for commenting <3
From:
no subject
guh...
*thud*
I love the way you built the tension up, Billy all bent out of sorts, Dom just cruising up the lift, and then finding Billy, and then being so tender and lapping him up, even asking permission.
EXCELLENT JOB! (i'm not yelling, just really excited!)
Can Not wait for more....now please?
From:
no subject
Eee, thanks for reading and the great feedback :)
From:
no subject
His eyes, his voice, everything pleaded. “Can I? Can I just...?”
especially THAT. *whimperdie*
thank you sir, may i have another?
From:
no subject
I'm working on Story 2 today. *nod*
From:
no subject
YES! YES! YES! OH, GOD, YES! OMGYESYESYES!
*panting*
Thank you.
From:
no subject
*SHAGS*
Ahem. You're welcome omg any time.
From:
no subject
that was awesome.
From:
no subject
And I was just working on the sequel today, hoorah at last
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
Editing today \o/
From:
no subject
OMFG.
*immediately gets ‘Oh fuckity fucking bollocking shiteing fuck’ tattooed on tender inner thigh*
And having the story end on that playful affectionate note was just perfect. <3<3<3<3<3
From:
no subject
Ahahaha, I think that phrase has gone down in... something, anyway. HEE! *covets my swearing phrases*
*SO MUCH LOVE*
From:
no subject
Ruby
would say something coherent, but I think I need to be alone now....
From:
no subject
Thanks ^________^
From:
no subject
I love the most when Dom caught Billy wanking.*loves*
From:
no subject
Hah, I think my!Dom particularly liked that bit, too::loves you::
From:
no subject