FIC

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Title: Play Time

Author: lillywhite1

Rating: PG-13 for implied sexiness and much gay.

Warnings: Shameless Self-Insertion (the non-dirty kind).

Summary: Billy and Dom mess with some hapless fans. From a challenge posed by hmcgirl . Required words: Dreary, Fleur, Cunt, Cherubic, Fey. 

Notes: hmcgirl  was bored and needed fic. I could do not but help her out.  For reference, Moi and hmcgirl, as we appear in this fic.  We were *ahem* flattering ourselves a bit with this fic.

Dom tapped his rings against the dreary café table and waited with the utmost impatience. It seemed that Billy was always late when Dom really wanted to see him. He never knew why. Some space-time continuum flaw in direct relation to how long it had been since they’d seen each other. Billy meant to be on time, he truly did. Dom got so angry when people kept him waiting, but, as usual, Billy was late. For the third time in that minute Dom looked at his watch. Only six minutes since he’d arrived, but Dom was dying to see his best mate and lover. Although, that had absolutely nothing to do with the hard-on he’d had all day when he knew Billy was coming to town.

Luckily, Dom’s object of extremely hard affection, looking windswept from the October New York breezes and with a lone maple leaf stuck in his shoelace, walked through the door. He looked sexier than ever. His nose a tad red from the cold, Dom could easily see the boy in him, except there was nothing boy-ish in those devious eyes that were now turned full steam on Dom.

Billy sat down and leaned over to kiss Dom. But at the last second, he turned and placed those hot little lips on Dom’s cheek.

"Cunt." Dom swore playfully.

Billy smiled wickedness and heat. "You know how I feel about public displays of affection, m’dear Dommie." Billy snaked his deft fingers under the table and felt out Dom’s arousal, patting him lightly. "As for veiled displays of affection..."

"I love you, but that was exceedingly cruel." Dom interrupted. Billy chuckled.

That was when Dom became aware of giggles other than Billy’s. There were two girls behind Dom, and they were listening in on the conversation. And from the extent of the giggles, they had heard Billy’s last comment, done a little guesswork, and leaped to the correct conclusion. This type of thing had happened to the two men before. Fans were everywhere. They couldn’t be avoided.

Dom tossed his head in the direction of the girls. "Did you see them on the way in?"

"Yeah, not bad looking girls. They’re kind of cute in that barely-legal theater-student way. Why? You thinking what I’m thinking?" The deviousness of that cherubic face amazed Dom sometimes.

"Billy, do you really want to? I mean, the last ones got so pissed. Remember that one girl who looked as though steam was coming out of her ears?" He tried to sound skeptical and considerate, but the grin gave him away.

"We’ve got nothing better to do. We’ll be nicer this time. Now, let’s go have some fun." Billy patted Dom’s hand on the table and got up to sit on the other side of the girls’ booth. Once Billy reached the booth, they turned. Dom locked eyes with the girl directly across from him. She was of moderate height with childlike eyes and a mouth he imagined almost as devious as Billy’s. She gasped when she saw him and held her breath. Dom remembered why they did this now. He bent down to put his lips inches from the awaiting virgin ear of the girl closest to him. She was tall with short brown hair and a slight resemblance to Drew Barrymore. He said the lines that Billy was surely whispering to the other girl. He watched Billy’s lips move over the syllables in perfect sync with his own.

"Don’t turn around."

"You must not turn around."

Dom’s eyes locked with the Devious Mouth as her jaw hung just a little open when the heat of Billy’s breath hit her sensitive neck. She let her eyes droop and leaned into Billy just a little. Drew sighed just the barest amount. Her red lipstick was shocking against the white of her face.

"We know you want us."

Devious Mouth nodded lightly. Drew gulped.

"They all do."

"So the question is, ‘What are you going to do about it, Fleur?’" The tiny french syllable was Dom’s addition to the speech. It rolled off the tongue and allowed for that extra puff of hot air to land directly on the back of her sensitive ear. Drew shuddered. Devious Mouth looked like a tiger ready to pounce. They were almost vibrating with tension.

"Nothing."

Billy and Dom got up simultaneously and left the café doors swinging behind them. What a power trip. The rush did nothing but heighten Dom’s lust for Billy. Dom indulged in one last look over his shoulder as they walked past the glass windows of the café. Drew and The Mouth were staring, utterly transfixed. Dom blew the two girls a kiss and placed his hand firmly on Billy’s arse. Drew covered her mouth. Devious smiled the only way she could.

Dom sighed and looked ahead again, his feet falling into a pattern with Billy’s. "You and your little fey power trips. You like to keep those girls guessing."

"No more than you, you camera whore. Now what do you say to a quick taxi to your flat?" Billy slapped Dom’s hand away from his arse and raced him to a taxi.