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wbearsmom.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Nov. 1st, 2004 02:43 pm)Title: Helping Hands
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: This chapter R to NC-17
Summary: Billy gets injured on the set. Dom’s playing nurse.
Disclaimer: If this was true it would have been on the world news, not my little LJ.
Feedback: Please - comments and constructive criticism always welcome.
A/N: No beta, so all mistakes are mine
Chapter: 2 of ?
Part 1 can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/monaboyd/1050004.html#cutid1
It had been three days since the injury occurred, and Dom and Billy had fallen into a routine. Dom would get up, shower and dress. Then he would take care of Billy. First, take a whiz (boxers down, stare at wallpaper, boxers up), then brush teeth (slip toothbrush into layers of bandages, turn on water, squeeze toothpaste, rinse off brush, turn off water). Next, wash Billy’s face. Back to bedroom, help Billy dress. On to breakfast. Fortunately, Dom was a good cook. He made a perfect bowl of porridge for Billy every morning, tucking Billy’s spoon between his bandages so he could feed himself.
After breakfast the pair would head into the city and hit the shops, to the benefit of their wardrobes and CD collections. Next, lunch at one of their favorite cafes. All the waitresses would come over and ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at Billy’s injuries. He would look up at them with his big green puppy-dog eyes and thank them for their concern, which resulted in the boys getting extra food and drinks, and free dessert.
After lunch, Dom would drive Billy to the burn clinic for bandage changes. Dom would sit in a chair near Billy to offer him moral support as the dressings were peeled away and the burns were cleaned. He marveled at how Billy could be so calm during the procedure - the whole thing looked terribly painful, but Billy never once complained.
They would stop by the set after the bandage change. Peter would get an update on Billy’s condition and the boys would get an updated shooting schedule. Then back home for dinner and movies with whichever members of the Fellowship stopped by for the night.
*****
On this particular night, three nights after the accident, Billy and Dom were joined by Elijah and Orlando. The four had thoroughly enjoyed their dinner - Indian fare this time - and were watching ‘Psycho’ (the remake with Viggo). They were discussing the shower stabbing scene, comparing this one to the original, when Orlando asked “So, Billy, have you taken a shower since you got hurt?”
“Uhm - not really. Why?”
“Well, you’re kinda getting a bit ripe.”
“Which is a polite way of saying you’re starting to stink,” said Elijah. “I mean, we love you, but we don’t really want to get too close to you right now.”
“Oh. I hadn’t noticed.” Billy tried not to sound too insulted.
“Neither did I,” said Dom.
“That’s because you’re with him all the time. You’re used to it.” Elijah answered. “But you gotta do something soon. You can’t go much longer without a bath or something.”
Billy looked at Dom. “Elijah’s right.. We need to figure out how I can take a bath or shower.”
“Okay. Let me think on it,” said Dom.
“Great!” said Orlando. “’Cause if you don’t, nobody will visit you ‘till you do.”
*****
Eventually Elijah and Orlando left (“Some of us have to work around here”). Dom sat down and looked at Billy. “So - any ideas about a bath or shower?”
“Well,” Billy said, “I figure if we cover my hands with plastic bags the bandages won’t get wet; but I still can’t figure out how I am going to hold the washcloth or pick up the soap.”
“You could hold the cloth between both hands, like you hold a cup, but I don’t know how you would wash yourself like that.”
“Right,” Billy said. They both sat and thought for a bit. Finally, Dom said, “I’ll just have to wash you.” Billy nodded. “I guess that’s the only way.”
Dom nodded back. “Uh - bath or shower?” Both of them considered the options.
Option One - Shower. Billy standing naked (exposed) under the water spray. Dom standing outside the shower - shower curtain open so Dom can reach in and wash Billy, resulting in the bathroom getting flooded by the over spray of the shower. Or, Dom getting into the shower with Billy in order to be able to close the shower curtain. Dom stripping to his boxers to get into the shower - don’t want to get clothes soaked - wet boxers clinging to his body as he washes naked Billy. Well . . . Uh . . .
Option Two - Bath. Billy sitting in tub, still naked but discreetly covered by heaps of bubbles. Fully clothed Dom kneeling on floor beside tub washing naked but bubble-covered Billy. Safe (somewhat).
They looked at each other and said in unison, “Bath!”
*****
Dom went to the kitchen and got plastic bags and rubber bands with which to cover Billy’s hands. Then he and Billy went into the bathroom. He started filling the tub, adding a generous amount of bubbles. As the tub filled he helped Billy undress down to his boxers. Then he put the plastic bags over Billy’s hands and secured them with the rubber bands to keep the bandages dry. When the tub was full Dom helped Billy out of his boxers. Billy stepped into the tub and sank down into the water.
“Dunk.” said Dom. Billy obliged and ducked his head back into the water to wet his hair. Dom poured some shampoo into his palm, and gently worked it into a lather in Billy’s hair. ‘Ah, that feels good’ Billy thought as Dom massaged his scalp. “Dunk again.” Dom patted the top of Billy’s head. Billy leaned his head back into the water once again as Dom rinsed the shampoo out.
Next, Dom grabbed the washcloth an soaped it up. He started washing Billy’s neck and back. ‘Such soft skin’ Dom thought. ‘Bet it would feel real nice against my skin - ack - stop thinking! Not good imagining your hands caressing naked Billy skin - NONONO - okay - think of something else - think of the script - yeah, the script - upcoming scenes- battle, oliphaunts, Treebeard, me and Billy in Treebeard - me and Billy in a tree - me and Billy - Stop Stop Stop - oh God, please go down before Billy notices the bulge. Think of Billy’s hands - that’s why you’re here doing this - Billy’s poor hands - Billy’s hands - Ah, shit!’ The running commentary continued in Dom’s head as he washed Billy’s chest, then moved onto Billy’s legs and feet.
Meanwhile, Billy was in the midst of some serious mental gymnastics himself, being the recipient of Dom’s bathing techniques. ‘Oh, shite, this feels way to good. Dom has amazing hands. Wonder if he gives massages. Oh, Bill, don’t go there. Don’t think about what he could do with those fingers - those beautiful, long fingers. Gah - is he rubbing my feet? Oh - oh - oh - please let the bubbles be covering me. He laughs when I have to cover myself during feet removal. He knows what scrubbing my feet does to me. Okay, feet done, moving up my legs now - up my legs - fuck - please don’t let him near my - EEP - oh - aah . . .’
Dom finished washing Billy, embarrassed at discovering Billy’s little (not so little) problem. ‘I know he reacts this way to foot scrubbing. That’s all it is. Reflex. That’s all.’ He opened the drain and helped Billy out of the tub, drying him with a large, soft towel, trying not to look at Billy’s erect cock.
Billy was even more embarrassed than Dom, considering it was his little (big) problem. He tried to focus on staring at the wallpaper as Dom was drying him, but his eyes wouldn’t cooperate. He glanced at Dom and noticed a rather prominent tenting of Dom’s pants. ‘Oho! What have we here? Bit of a problem there yourself, eh, Dommie-boy? Wonder why? He wasn’t the one who was being rubbed so marvelously - shite - stop thinking about that or you’re never gonna go down.’
Dom helped Billy put on a clean pair of boxers, stretching the elastic so he wouldn’t brush Billy’s erection. He removed the plastic bags from Billy’s hands. They walked to Billy’s bedroom together. Billy stretched out on the bed and Dom tucked him in.
“Feel better, Bills? I mean, now that you’re clean . . .”
“Yeah - thanks, Dom.”
“No problem. G’night.”
“Goodnight.”
Dom left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
*****
Billy couldn’t get Dom’s hands out of his mind. He laid in bed trying to think of something, anything, that would take his hard-on away; but no matter what he did, his thoughts returned to Dom.
‘Fuck.’ He reached down to take matters into his own hand, but his bandages got in the way. ‘Fuck’ he thought again, then rolled over onto his stomach and pressed into the mattress. He felt the friction against his cock. ‘Not great, but it will have to do.’ He began to thrust rhythmically into the bed.
*****
Dom stretched out on the couch. The image of naked, hard Billy was burned into his mind. ‘I can’t believe I’m hot for my best friend. This is so not good. Okay, stop thinking about his cock - his big, hard - ungh - not helping. Think of anything else - let’s see - thinking of my old Grammar teacher - looked like Treebeard without the leaves - she encouraged me to take up acting - wouldn’t be here without her - would’ve never met Billy - Billy - shit’ His hand slid below the waistband of his boxers and started stroking.
*****
Billy was picking up the pace of his thrusting. He was reliving the bath, only without the washcloth. He felt Dom’s fingers stroking down his back, then across his chest. "Oh, Dom -" he moaned as he imagined those fingers rubbing his nipples into hard little peaks, then pinching. Gasping as imaginaryDom’s mouth replaced the fingers that moved down his stomach, nearly crying out as he felt (in his mind) his cock being grasped. "Dommie, my Dommie"
*****
"Billy" Dom whispered as he worked himself, remembering the feel of the skin on Billy’s back, and the softness of Billy’s chest hair. He groaned as he saw in his mind the way Billy responded to him, imagined the response being the result of Dom’s hands on Billy’s body, and not just a reflexive response to the bath. "Oh, God, Billy -" he gasped aloud at the thought of his fingers wrapping around Billy’s cock, Billy moaning his name as he stroked -
*****
Billy was getting close. ImaginaryDom’s mouth joined his fingers - kissing, nibbling and licking Billy’s body. Billy slammed his hips into the mattress as he felt (imagined) that hotwet mouth surround his throbbing erection. "Yesss…"
*****
Dom pumped himself harder as he pictured himself kneeling between Billy’s legs on the bed, and taking that beautiful, hard, glistening cock into his mouth. He could almost feel Billy bucking up, moaning his name with that Scottish lilt thickened in arousal. Dom shuddered as he felt his hands caressing imaginaryBilly’s ass, sliding a spit-moistened finger around and into Billy’s opening, hearing Billy scream in pleasure . . .
*****
Billy felt imaginaryDom’s finger slide into his tight ass. He buried his face in the pillow as his balls began to tighten.
*****
Dom felt imaginaryBilly’s orgasm start, felt the tightening of muscles and the throbbing of the cock (he wanted to be real) in his mouth. He shoved his face into the back cushion of the couch.
*****
“Dom!” “Billy!” Names shouted into pillow and cushion as both men came at the same time, but not together.
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: This chapter R to NC-17
Summary: Billy gets injured on the set. Dom’s playing nurse.
Disclaimer: If this was true it would have been on the world news, not my little LJ.
Feedback: Please - comments and constructive criticism always welcome.
A/N: No beta, so all mistakes are mine
Chapter: 2 of ?
Part 1 can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/monaboyd/1050004.html#cutid1
It had been three days since the injury occurred, and Dom and Billy had fallen into a routine. Dom would get up, shower and dress. Then he would take care of Billy. First, take a whiz (boxers down, stare at wallpaper, boxers up), then brush teeth (slip toothbrush into layers of bandages, turn on water, squeeze toothpaste, rinse off brush, turn off water). Next, wash Billy’s face. Back to bedroom, help Billy dress. On to breakfast. Fortunately, Dom was a good cook. He made a perfect bowl of porridge for Billy every morning, tucking Billy’s spoon between his bandages so he could feed himself.
After breakfast the pair would head into the city and hit the shops, to the benefit of their wardrobes and CD collections. Next, lunch at one of their favorite cafes. All the waitresses would come over and ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at Billy’s injuries. He would look up at them with his big green puppy-dog eyes and thank them for their concern, which resulted in the boys getting extra food and drinks, and free dessert.
After lunch, Dom would drive Billy to the burn clinic for bandage changes. Dom would sit in a chair near Billy to offer him moral support as the dressings were peeled away and the burns were cleaned. He marveled at how Billy could be so calm during the procedure - the whole thing looked terribly painful, but Billy never once complained.
They would stop by the set after the bandage change. Peter would get an update on Billy’s condition and the boys would get an updated shooting schedule. Then back home for dinner and movies with whichever members of the Fellowship stopped by for the night.
*****
On this particular night, three nights after the accident, Billy and Dom were joined by Elijah and Orlando. The four had thoroughly enjoyed their dinner - Indian fare this time - and were watching ‘Psycho’ (the remake with Viggo). They were discussing the shower stabbing scene, comparing this one to the original, when Orlando asked “So, Billy, have you taken a shower since you got hurt?”
“Uhm - not really. Why?”
“Well, you’re kinda getting a bit ripe.”
“Which is a polite way of saying you’re starting to stink,” said Elijah. “I mean, we love you, but we don’t really want to get too close to you right now.”
“Oh. I hadn’t noticed.” Billy tried not to sound too insulted.
“Neither did I,” said Dom.
“That’s because you’re with him all the time. You’re used to it.” Elijah answered. “But you gotta do something soon. You can’t go much longer without a bath or something.”
Billy looked at Dom. “Elijah’s right.. We need to figure out how I can take a bath or shower.”
“Okay. Let me think on it,” said Dom.
“Great!” said Orlando. “’Cause if you don’t, nobody will visit you ‘till you do.”
*****
Eventually Elijah and Orlando left (“Some of us have to work around here”). Dom sat down and looked at Billy. “So - any ideas about a bath or shower?”
“Well,” Billy said, “I figure if we cover my hands with plastic bags the bandages won’t get wet; but I still can’t figure out how I am going to hold the washcloth or pick up the soap.”
“You could hold the cloth between both hands, like you hold a cup, but I don’t know how you would wash yourself like that.”
“Right,” Billy said. They both sat and thought for a bit. Finally, Dom said, “I’ll just have to wash you.” Billy nodded. “I guess that’s the only way.”
Dom nodded back. “Uh - bath or shower?” Both of them considered the options.
Option One - Shower. Billy standing naked (exposed) under the water spray. Dom standing outside the shower - shower curtain open so Dom can reach in and wash Billy, resulting in the bathroom getting flooded by the over spray of the shower. Or, Dom getting into the shower with Billy in order to be able to close the shower curtain. Dom stripping to his boxers to get into the shower - don’t want to get clothes soaked - wet boxers clinging to his body as he washes naked Billy. Well . . . Uh . . .
Option Two - Bath. Billy sitting in tub, still naked but discreetly covered by heaps of bubbles. Fully clothed Dom kneeling on floor beside tub washing naked but bubble-covered Billy. Safe (somewhat).
They looked at each other and said in unison, “Bath!”
*****
Dom went to the kitchen and got plastic bags and rubber bands with which to cover Billy’s hands. Then he and Billy went into the bathroom. He started filling the tub, adding a generous amount of bubbles. As the tub filled he helped Billy undress down to his boxers. Then he put the plastic bags over Billy’s hands and secured them with the rubber bands to keep the bandages dry. When the tub was full Dom helped Billy out of his boxers. Billy stepped into the tub and sank down into the water.
“Dunk.” said Dom. Billy obliged and ducked his head back into the water to wet his hair. Dom poured some shampoo into his palm, and gently worked it into a lather in Billy’s hair. ‘Ah, that feels good’ Billy thought as Dom massaged his scalp. “Dunk again.” Dom patted the top of Billy’s head. Billy leaned his head back into the water once again as Dom rinsed the shampoo out.
Next, Dom grabbed the washcloth an soaped it up. He started washing Billy’s neck and back. ‘Such soft skin’ Dom thought. ‘Bet it would feel real nice against my skin - ack - stop thinking! Not good imagining your hands caressing naked Billy skin - NONONO - okay - think of something else - think of the script - yeah, the script - upcoming scenes- battle, oliphaunts, Treebeard, me and Billy in Treebeard - me and Billy in a tree - me and Billy - Stop Stop Stop - oh God, please go down before Billy notices the bulge. Think of Billy’s hands - that’s why you’re here doing this - Billy’s poor hands - Billy’s hands - Ah, shit!’ The running commentary continued in Dom’s head as he washed Billy’s chest, then moved onto Billy’s legs and feet.
Meanwhile, Billy was in the midst of some serious mental gymnastics himself, being the recipient of Dom’s bathing techniques. ‘Oh, shite, this feels way to good. Dom has amazing hands. Wonder if he gives massages. Oh, Bill, don’t go there. Don’t think about what he could do with those fingers - those beautiful, long fingers. Gah - is he rubbing my feet? Oh - oh - oh - please let the bubbles be covering me. He laughs when I have to cover myself during feet removal. He knows what scrubbing my feet does to me. Okay, feet done, moving up my legs now - up my legs - fuck - please don’t let him near my - EEP - oh - aah . . .’
Dom finished washing Billy, embarrassed at discovering Billy’s little (not so little) problem. ‘I know he reacts this way to foot scrubbing. That’s all it is. Reflex. That’s all.’ He opened the drain and helped Billy out of the tub, drying him with a large, soft towel, trying not to look at Billy’s erect cock.
Billy was even more embarrassed than Dom, considering it was his little (big) problem. He tried to focus on staring at the wallpaper as Dom was drying him, but his eyes wouldn’t cooperate. He glanced at Dom and noticed a rather prominent tenting of Dom’s pants. ‘Oho! What have we here? Bit of a problem there yourself, eh, Dommie-boy? Wonder why? He wasn’t the one who was being rubbed so marvelously - shite - stop thinking about that or you’re never gonna go down.’
Dom helped Billy put on a clean pair of boxers, stretching the elastic so he wouldn’t brush Billy’s erection. He removed the plastic bags from Billy’s hands. They walked to Billy’s bedroom together. Billy stretched out on the bed and Dom tucked him in.
“Feel better, Bills? I mean, now that you’re clean . . .”
“Yeah - thanks, Dom.”
“No problem. G’night.”
“Goodnight.”
Dom left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
*****
Billy couldn’t get Dom’s hands out of his mind. He laid in bed trying to think of something, anything, that would take his hard-on away; but no matter what he did, his thoughts returned to Dom.
‘Fuck.’ He reached down to take matters into his own hand, but his bandages got in the way. ‘Fuck’ he thought again, then rolled over onto his stomach and pressed into the mattress. He felt the friction against his cock. ‘Not great, but it will have to do.’ He began to thrust rhythmically into the bed.
*****
Dom stretched out on the couch. The image of naked, hard Billy was burned into his mind. ‘I can’t believe I’m hot for my best friend. This is so not good. Okay, stop thinking about his cock - his big, hard - ungh - not helping. Think of anything else - let’s see - thinking of my old Grammar teacher - looked like Treebeard without the leaves - she encouraged me to take up acting - wouldn’t be here without her - would’ve never met Billy - Billy - shit’ His hand slid below the waistband of his boxers and started stroking.
*****
Billy was picking up the pace of his thrusting. He was reliving the bath, only without the washcloth. He felt Dom’s fingers stroking down his back, then across his chest. "Oh, Dom -" he moaned as he imagined those fingers rubbing his nipples into hard little peaks, then pinching. Gasping as imaginaryDom’s mouth replaced the fingers that moved down his stomach, nearly crying out as he felt (in his mind) his cock being grasped. "Dommie, my Dommie"
*****
"Billy" Dom whispered as he worked himself, remembering the feel of the skin on Billy’s back, and the softness of Billy’s chest hair. He groaned as he saw in his mind the way Billy responded to him, imagined the response being the result of Dom’s hands on Billy’s body, and not just a reflexive response to the bath. "Oh, God, Billy -" he gasped aloud at the thought of his fingers wrapping around Billy’s cock, Billy moaning his name as he stroked -
*****
Billy was getting close. ImaginaryDom’s mouth joined his fingers - kissing, nibbling and licking Billy’s body. Billy slammed his hips into the mattress as he felt (imagined) that hotwet mouth surround his throbbing erection. "Yesss…"
*****
Dom pumped himself harder as he pictured himself kneeling between Billy’s legs on the bed, and taking that beautiful, hard, glistening cock into his mouth. He could almost feel Billy bucking up, moaning his name with that Scottish lilt thickened in arousal. Dom shuddered as he felt his hands caressing imaginaryBilly’s ass, sliding a spit-moistened finger around and into Billy’s opening, hearing Billy scream in pleasure . . .
*****
Billy felt imaginaryDom’s finger slide into his tight ass. He buried his face in the pillow as his balls began to tighten.
*****
Dom felt imaginaryBilly’s orgasm start, felt the tightening of muscles and the throbbing of the cock (he wanted to be real) in his mouth. He shoved his face into the back cushion of the couch.
*****
“Dom!” “Billy!” Names shouted into pillow and cushion as both men came at the same time, but not together.
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Awesome chapter loved it!!
Can't wait for the next one!!
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Chapter 3 in the works
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Wow. That was just...wow. So hot. So very, very hot. God, I loved that, I can't wait for the next chapters! ::squee::
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That was good...*breathless*
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more coming - a few more paragraphs
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I cannot wait for the next part!!
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“Right,” Billy said. They both sat and thought for a bit. Finally, Dom said, “I’ll just have to wash you.” Billy nodded. “I guess that’s the only way.”
Heehee, dirty thougts...
By the way, I've turned my boss and three of my coworkers onto this story, and they all agree it's amazing.
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I wouldn't mind trading places with either of them in the bath scene.
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Thank you.
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But how is Billy going to change his messy shorts..? :P
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More excitement on the way>
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