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schnoogles.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Dec. 26th, 2004 07:55 pm)Title: An Unexpected Visitor
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schnoogles/slashwithme (same person)
Rating: Oh-so NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, don't own 'em
Summary: Billy couldn't believe what he was doing.
Billy couldn’t believe what he was doing.
Billy couldn’t believe what he was doing.
It was 1:07 in the morning and he was anxiously fidgeting in his seat on the last-minute flight from Glasgow to Hawaii on Christmas Eve (Christmas Day, really). The plane was nearly empty and terribly quiet. What the hell was he doing? Billy stared out the tiny window at cloudy nothing, a scene replaying in his head.
“What do you mean you’re going?”
“I mean I’m going.”
“Where?”
“Hawaii.”
“Wh- Hawaii? Billy, are you crazy?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Probably.”
“It’s Christmas Eve!”
“I know. That’s why I’m going.”
“So you’re just going to leave me here?”
“You don’t understand. I have to go.”
What had been going through his head? Why did he have to so suddenly go see Dom in Hawaii? He was supposed to be in Glasgow with his girlfriend, but something hadn’t felt right. This should be different, Billy had thought. I should be with Dom.Exactly why, Billy still didn’t have a fucking clue. All he knew was that he was now on his way to Hawaii.
Fuck. What the hell was he going to say? “Oh, yeah, I changed my mind and left my girlfriend at the apartment she’s never going to speak to me again. Didn’t I tell you?” How about “No, because I haven’t spoken to you in three weeks, you fucking twat?”
Urgh. Billy thumped his head against the side of the plane. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, but it was too late because the captain had just announced that they would be landing in five fucking minutes and Billy had to think of a reason for even fucking being there.
He still didn’t have a reason as the plane touched down for a bumpy landing and the few people on it got up and started to shuffle off, yawning and checking their watches. Fuck it. Billy thought he’d just slump down in his seat and let the plane take him back.
“Excuse me, sir, but we’ve arrived.” A flight attendant with her hair in a frizzy bun stood next to him.
“Yeah, thanks,” Billy mumbled, picking up his small suitcase and stomping off down the aisle toward the front of the plane.
Inside the terminal the fluorescent lights made his eyes sting. What the bollocks do I do now? He thought. He stood there for about five minutes, just staring absent-mindedly at the empty waiting area before shaking his head to himself and calling a taxi.
“Where can I take you, mister?” The driver asked as Billy climbed slowly into the back. Billy handed him a paper with Dom’s address on it.
The ride seemed to take no time at all, and all of a sudden, the taxi stopped in front of Dom’s building and the driver was holding out his hand expectantly. Billy dug in his pocket and pulled out a few notes.
“Sorry, all I’ve got is Euros,” he said apologetically. The driver sighed and grabbed the money.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get them changed. Welcome to Hawaii.” He drove off as soon as Billy had set foot on the sidewalk.
Billy pulled out the key Dom had given him on his last visit, when Billy had been sick and gone home early and Dom wanted to stay out later and party. “Just let yourself in.” Billy had forgotten to give it back, he realized, as he let himself in the front door.
He climbed the stairs slowly up to Dom’s floor, ignoring the elevator. Anything to stall the moment when he had to knock on the door that ohmygod was right there.
Number 328, right there, staring him in the face. It seemed that Billy stood there in front of it for ages, debating whether to knock or not. He heard no sounds come from within, but the light was on. Billy drew a deep breath and knocked.
And knocked again.
“Fuck” he said aloud, and he turned and began to walk down the hall. He heard a door open behind him but he ignored it.
“Billy?”
Billy stopped and turned and there was Dom, there in his jeans and a tee shirt and what the bloody, shitting, fucking hell was Billy doing there?
“I, erm, I didn’t think anyone was home,” he offered lamely. Before he knew it, Dom was there with his arms tightly around Billy, saying loudly in his ear “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I don’t know,” Billy said as he dropped his suitcase and squeezed Dom in return. Relief flooded through his body from the fact that Dom wasn’t so mad that he wasn’t talking to him or something. “I feel better now, though.” He took a deep shaky breath and felt his chest strain against Dom’s. “Bloody hell, this feels good. You feel good, Dom.”
“I know, Bills, so do you. Fuck I missed you. But what the fuck are you doing here, you wanker?” Dom repeated, letting go of Billy at last and stepping back, a look of amazement on his face.
“I don’t know,” Billy said again, running a hand through his hair, making it stick up. “It didn’t feel right, not being with you for Christmas. Shit, I bet Ali’s mad. I left her there.”
“Shit,” Dom agreed, leading Billy into his apartment. “You’re in big trouble. Whatever. You’re here now, so suck it up.”
Billy took a deep breath as he entered and took off his jacket, breathing in the familiar Dom smell.
“And here I was, thinking you’d never come,” Dom joked. “I’m glad you’re here, Bills. I missed you like fuck. I’m sorry I got mad” He stepped up to Billy and pulled him close again, chin nestled against Billy’s neck, arms around Billy’s back. Billy sighed and closed his eyes, locking his elbows around Dom’s neck and finally taking in the feel of him once again. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking…
The sound of skin sliding against the sheets.
The feel of Dom’s slick skin on his.
The desperate sound of their breathing.
Billy’s eyes snapped open and he broke the embrace, wiping his palms on his jeans. Dom seemed to feel it too, because he cleared his throat and turned to the kitchen. “Are you thirsty? Beer? Wine? Juice?”
“Wine would be great,” said Billy, hoping it would calm his nerves. He sat down in the living room as Dom got some drinks and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. It had only happened once. It had just been a stupid, drunken… thing. It didn’t mean anything.
“Here you are,” Dom said, setting Billy’s wine down in front of him. He sat down next to Billy on the other end of the couch. “So you gonna tell me exactly what happened or am I going to have to beat it out of you?”
“Urgh, nothing happened,” said Billy, taking a gulp of wine. “Everything happened. I don’t know what the hell happened. It was all decorated, our place, and it was all perfect. Except you weren’t there. And you never sent a card.”
“Yeah, I know,” Dom sighed. “I was mad because you wanted to stay there in the first place. Kinda selfish, huh?”
“Just a little bit,” said Billy. “Yeah. I dunno. I think she thought I was going to propose or something too, how bad is that?”
“Were you?”
“No!”
“Then very bad,” Dom said, taking a sip of wine. “So what, you just left?”
“It was stupid as shite, right?” said Billy, letting his head drop back onto the couch, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “She was furious when I left, too. But I guess I did it because I just needed to see you. It’s been a long time, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.” A long time since…
Dom’s weight on top of him.
The pressure of his fingers on Billy’s arms.
The heat of Dom’s tongue.
Billy quickly took another gulp of wine and looked around. On the desk were a few new pictures of Dom and the gang from Lost.
“So filming’s going good?” said Billy awkwardly, gesturing to the photos.
“Yeah, really good, yeah,” said Dom enthusiastically. “Haven’t you been watching?”
“Aye, I have,” said Billy. “Just not for the past few weeks, cause of you. There’s something going on between you and that Claire girl, though, if you know what I mean.” Billy stuck his finger in his mouth as though he were eating imaginary peanut butter and sucked on it, moaning exaggeratedly.
“Shut up, you wanker,” said Dom, hitting Billy in the shoulder with a pillow. “That was in the script, for your information.”
“Whatever,” said Billy, finally laughing and smiling. “You pulled it off rather well, I must admit.” He turned to look at Dom, and there he was, exactly the same as he was the last time Billy saw him, although perhaps a little more tanned than he ought to be. But he still had the same disheveled hair, big monkey ears, scruffy crooked face and grey-blue eyes.
“You can’t believe how good it is to see you,” Billy said tentatively.
“Fuck, yes I can,” said Dom, scooting up closer to Billy on the couch. “I missed you so damn much. I missed us. I missed…”
The sight of the sweat on Billy’s neck.
Billy’s fists clenching in the sheets.
Dom’s fingers sliding up Billy’s thighs.
Dom trailed off and looked away, closing his eyes. Then he felt Billy’s breath hot on his lips and Billy was kissing him softly and Billy had been wanting to do that all night, but just as Dom opened his mouth to let him in Billy broke away.
“What am I doing?” He murmured to himself. “Sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“
But Dom was already kissing him again, harder, more urgent, and he pressed Billy into the couch as he straddled Billy’s lap and slipped his hot tongue into Billy’s mouth. Billy moaned softly and rolled his tongue over Dom’s, pulling Dom more firmly onto his lap. He liked the pressure of Dom’s thighs against his hips and his arse against his thighs.
“Fuck, Dom,” Billy gasped as Dom began grinding his hips in small circles, planting small sucky kisses on Billy’s neck. “Feels good.” He loved Dom’s weight on the growing bulge in his pants, and, if his enthusiastic grinding was anything to go by, Dom did, too. He undid the buttons on Billy’s shirt and flicked his tongue over a nipple. Billy’s fingers found Dom’s shoulders as that hot wet tongue made a trail down to Billy’s bellybutton and before he knew it, Dom was undoing the buckle on his belt.
“Wait,” he said, pushing Dom’s fingers away. “Not here.” He stood up and pulled Dom to his feet. Dom’s mouth claimed his own once more and they shuffled to the bedroom, Dom’s fingers tight on his hips. Dom groaned as Billy’s hand cupped his hardening cock through his jeans and he pushed Billy up against the wall in the bedroom, his tongue delving deep. He undid Billy’s jeans the rest of the way and pushed them down over his hips. Billy moaned into his mouth as Dom squeezed his cock and balls. Billy thrusted upward against Dom’s hand and pulled his shirt off, clutching his hips.
“Bed,” Dom rasped against Billy’s mouth, and pulled Billy over to it. He rid Billy of his pants and boxers and ran his fingers up Billy’s thighs. Billy squirmed, pushing his cock into Dom’s hand. Then finally, finally, Dom lowered his head and ran a tongue up Billy’s length and down again, kneading his balls with his hand.
“Fuck, Dom, just do it, Billy gasped, and then he moaned as Dom took him fully into his mouth. It was hot. Oh god, it was so wet and hot, Dom’s mouth, as Dom sucked and licked and squeezed and Billy thrusted upward into Dom’s mouth, panting and fisting the sheets beside him, mumbling Dom, Dom. And then, as he felt the heat rise maddeningly slowly up from his thighs, he dug his heels into Dom’s back and groaned “DOM.” and he came, riding the waves of pleasure that swept through his body, teeth clenched.
And then Dom was beside him, licking his lips and kissing Billy again. Billy could taste himself on Dom’s lips and Dom’s cock pressed against his thigh through his jeans and he pulled them off. They were both naked now, and Billy could feel Dom’s whole smooth body pressed against his own, the friction of their cocks as Dom moved on top of Billy. He was grinding again, and Billy couldn’t help but grind back because it felt. So. Good.
“Oh god, Billy, I have to – let me-“
“Get inside me, Dom,” Billy interrupted, finishing the sentence for Dom. Dom complied and grabbed some lube off his dresser, spreading it on his finger and pushing that finger deep inside Billy. He sucked in a breath as Dom added a second finger and Billy squirmed, his eyes tight shut, head to one side. Then, as Dom took out his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock, Billy opened his eyes and they held Dom’s as Dom slowly slid inside Billy, letting out a shaky breath.
“Fuck, Billy, you’re so tight… feel so good,” he said as Billy stretched around him.” So fucking good.” he began to move, thrusting into Billy, and at the same time squeezing Billy’s cock with his hand. It seemed to Billy that all his senses were heightened. He could hear the sound of his skin sliding against the sheets, the desperate sound of their breathing. He could feel Dom’s slick skin on his, Dom’s weight on top of him, the pressure of his fingers on Billy’s arms, sliding up Billy’s thighs, the heat of Dom’s tongue on his shoulder. He could see the sweat on Dom’s neck as he rocked forward into Billy, eyebrows knitted.
“God, Dom, faster,” Billy managed, his hands twisting the sheets, and Dom complied with both the pumping of his fist and his thrusting. His breathing became faster and higher pitched, so it seemed that he gasped every time he drew back and began to pump into Billy once more. His fingers were tight on Billy’s arms, and Billy rolled his hips, seeking more friction, and Dom groaned.
“Fuck, Bills, do that again,” he rasped, and they fell into rhythm, rolling, thrusting, squeezing, pumping, rolling, thrusting, squeezing, pumping, until-
“Dom, I’m coming,” said Billy quickly, swallowing and clutching at Dom’ back.
“Me too, Bills, hold on,” Dom whispered and with a few last frantic thrusts he came, moaning and gasping oh god and Billy and fuck, his head dropping onto Billy’s shoulder and Billy came, shuddering under Dom’s slick body, digging his fingernails into Dom’s back and the warm, sticky fluid gushed over Dom’s hand and onto his stomach and Billy didn’t care because Dom was laying on top of him, inside him again, and he’d just had the hottest, most frenzied and desperate and amazing sex of his life. They lay there as their breathing slowed, clutching each other in a death grip. Eventually Dom puled out and flopped over and grabbed some tissues from the night stand to clean Billy up.
“You ok?” Dom asked awkwardly as he scooted up behind Billy and wrapped his arms around him.
“Bloody fantastic,” said Billy with a huge fucking smile on his face. He gave Dom a sloppy kiss. “Now I’m not sorry I came at all.”
“Yeah, we do kind of rock at that,” Dom said jokingly, wrapping his arms around Billy again. “Spoon.”
“Fuck, it was amazing. You were fucking amazing, Dom. And you’ve also had a negative influence on my use of bad language.”
“Fuck shit cunt bitch cock fuck,” Dom announced. “They’re just words, Bills. And you were amazing too. I think that may just have been the best sex I have ever had.”
“Well merry fucking Christmas,” Billy joked.
“Or just merry fucking, really, I mean I could do without the Christmas part…”
“Dom?”
“Mmm?”
“Merry Christmas.”
Dom rolled his eyes, although Billy couldn’t see it.
“Now, Billy, you know I’m not one forgetting all lovey-dovey-“
“DOM.”
“Oh, fine. Merry Christmas, Bills.”
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schnoogles/slashwithme (same person)Rating: Oh-so NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, don't own 'em
Summary: Billy couldn't believe what he was doing.
Billy couldn’t believe what he was doing.
Billy couldn’t believe what he was doing.
It was 1:07 in the morning and he was anxiously fidgeting in his seat on the last-minute flight from Glasgow to Hawaii on Christmas Eve (Christmas Day, really). The plane was nearly empty and terribly quiet. What the hell was he doing? Billy stared out the tiny window at cloudy nothing, a scene replaying in his head.
“What do you mean you’re going?”
“I mean I’m going.”
“Where?”
“Hawaii.”
“Wh- Hawaii? Billy, are you crazy?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Probably.”
“It’s Christmas Eve!”
“I know. That’s why I’m going.”
“So you’re just going to leave me here?”
“You don’t understand. I have to go.”
What had been going through his head? Why did he have to so suddenly go see Dom in Hawaii? He was supposed to be in Glasgow with his girlfriend, but something hadn’t felt right. This should be different, Billy had thought. I should be with Dom.Exactly why, Billy still didn’t have a fucking clue. All he knew was that he was now on his way to Hawaii.
Fuck. What the hell was he going to say? “Oh, yeah, I changed my mind and left my girlfriend at the apartment she’s never going to speak to me again. Didn’t I tell you?” How about “No, because I haven’t spoken to you in three weeks, you fucking twat?”
Urgh. Billy thumped his head against the side of the plane. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, but it was too late because the captain had just announced that they would be landing in five fucking minutes and Billy had to think of a reason for even fucking being there.
He still didn’t have a reason as the plane touched down for a bumpy landing and the few people on it got up and started to shuffle off, yawning and checking their watches. Fuck it. Billy thought he’d just slump down in his seat and let the plane take him back.
“Excuse me, sir, but we’ve arrived.” A flight attendant with her hair in a frizzy bun stood next to him.
“Yeah, thanks,” Billy mumbled, picking up his small suitcase and stomping off down the aisle toward the front of the plane.
Inside the terminal the fluorescent lights made his eyes sting. What the bollocks do I do now? He thought. He stood there for about five minutes, just staring absent-mindedly at the empty waiting area before shaking his head to himself and calling a taxi.
“Where can I take you, mister?” The driver asked as Billy climbed slowly into the back. Billy handed him a paper with Dom’s address on it.
The ride seemed to take no time at all, and all of a sudden, the taxi stopped in front of Dom’s building and the driver was holding out his hand expectantly. Billy dug in his pocket and pulled out a few notes.
“Sorry, all I’ve got is Euros,” he said apologetically. The driver sighed and grabbed the money.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get them changed. Welcome to Hawaii.” He drove off as soon as Billy had set foot on the sidewalk.
Billy pulled out the key Dom had given him on his last visit, when Billy had been sick and gone home early and Dom wanted to stay out later and party. “Just let yourself in.” Billy had forgotten to give it back, he realized, as he let himself in the front door.
He climbed the stairs slowly up to Dom’s floor, ignoring the elevator. Anything to stall the moment when he had to knock on the door that ohmygod was right there.
Number 328, right there, staring him in the face. It seemed that Billy stood there in front of it for ages, debating whether to knock or not. He heard no sounds come from within, but the light was on. Billy drew a deep breath and knocked.
And knocked again.
“Fuck” he said aloud, and he turned and began to walk down the hall. He heard a door open behind him but he ignored it.
“Billy?”
Billy stopped and turned and there was Dom, there in his jeans and a tee shirt and what the bloody, shitting, fucking hell was Billy doing there?
“I, erm, I didn’t think anyone was home,” he offered lamely. Before he knew it, Dom was there with his arms tightly around Billy, saying loudly in his ear “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I don’t know,” Billy said as he dropped his suitcase and squeezed Dom in return. Relief flooded through his body from the fact that Dom wasn’t so mad that he wasn’t talking to him or something. “I feel better now, though.” He took a deep shaky breath and felt his chest strain against Dom’s. “Bloody hell, this feels good. You feel good, Dom.”
“I know, Bills, so do you. Fuck I missed you. But what the fuck are you doing here, you wanker?” Dom repeated, letting go of Billy at last and stepping back, a look of amazement on his face.
“I don’t know,” Billy said again, running a hand through his hair, making it stick up. “It didn’t feel right, not being with you for Christmas. Shit, I bet Ali’s mad. I left her there.”
“Shit,” Dom agreed, leading Billy into his apartment. “You’re in big trouble. Whatever. You’re here now, so suck it up.”
Billy took a deep breath as he entered and took off his jacket, breathing in the familiar Dom smell.
“And here I was, thinking you’d never come,” Dom joked. “I’m glad you’re here, Bills. I missed you like fuck. I’m sorry I got mad” He stepped up to Billy and pulled him close again, chin nestled against Billy’s neck, arms around Billy’s back. Billy sighed and closed his eyes, locking his elbows around Dom’s neck and finally taking in the feel of him once again. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking…
The sound of skin sliding against the sheets.
The feel of Dom’s slick skin on his.
The desperate sound of their breathing.
Billy’s eyes snapped open and he broke the embrace, wiping his palms on his jeans. Dom seemed to feel it too, because he cleared his throat and turned to the kitchen. “Are you thirsty? Beer? Wine? Juice?”
“Wine would be great,” said Billy, hoping it would calm his nerves. He sat down in the living room as Dom got some drinks and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. It had only happened once. It had just been a stupid, drunken… thing. It didn’t mean anything.
“Here you are,” Dom said, setting Billy’s wine down in front of him. He sat down next to Billy on the other end of the couch. “So you gonna tell me exactly what happened or am I going to have to beat it out of you?”
“Urgh, nothing happened,” said Billy, taking a gulp of wine. “Everything happened. I don’t know what the hell happened. It was all decorated, our place, and it was all perfect. Except you weren’t there. And you never sent a card.”
“Yeah, I know,” Dom sighed. “I was mad because you wanted to stay there in the first place. Kinda selfish, huh?”
“Just a little bit,” said Billy. “Yeah. I dunno. I think she thought I was going to propose or something too, how bad is that?”
“Were you?”
“No!”
“Then very bad,” Dom said, taking a sip of wine. “So what, you just left?”
“It was stupid as shite, right?” said Billy, letting his head drop back onto the couch, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “She was furious when I left, too. But I guess I did it because I just needed to see you. It’s been a long time, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.” A long time since…
Dom’s weight on top of him.
The pressure of his fingers on Billy’s arms.
The heat of Dom’s tongue.
Billy quickly took another gulp of wine and looked around. On the desk were a few new pictures of Dom and the gang from Lost.
“So filming’s going good?” said Billy awkwardly, gesturing to the photos.
“Yeah, really good, yeah,” said Dom enthusiastically. “Haven’t you been watching?”
“Aye, I have,” said Billy. “Just not for the past few weeks, cause of you. There’s something going on between you and that Claire girl, though, if you know what I mean.” Billy stuck his finger in his mouth as though he were eating imaginary peanut butter and sucked on it, moaning exaggeratedly.
“Shut up, you wanker,” said Dom, hitting Billy in the shoulder with a pillow. “That was in the script, for your information.”
“Whatever,” said Billy, finally laughing and smiling. “You pulled it off rather well, I must admit.” He turned to look at Dom, and there he was, exactly the same as he was the last time Billy saw him, although perhaps a little more tanned than he ought to be. But he still had the same disheveled hair, big monkey ears, scruffy crooked face and grey-blue eyes.
“You can’t believe how good it is to see you,” Billy said tentatively.
“Fuck, yes I can,” said Dom, scooting up closer to Billy on the couch. “I missed you so damn much. I missed us. I missed…”
The sight of the sweat on Billy’s neck.
Billy’s fists clenching in the sheets.
Dom’s fingers sliding up Billy’s thighs.
Dom trailed off and looked away, closing his eyes. Then he felt Billy’s breath hot on his lips and Billy was kissing him softly and Billy had been wanting to do that all night, but just as Dom opened his mouth to let him in Billy broke away.
“What am I doing?” He murmured to himself. “Sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“
But Dom was already kissing him again, harder, more urgent, and he pressed Billy into the couch as he straddled Billy’s lap and slipped his hot tongue into Billy’s mouth. Billy moaned softly and rolled his tongue over Dom’s, pulling Dom more firmly onto his lap. He liked the pressure of Dom’s thighs against his hips and his arse against his thighs.
“Fuck, Dom,” Billy gasped as Dom began grinding his hips in small circles, planting small sucky kisses on Billy’s neck. “Feels good.” He loved Dom’s weight on the growing bulge in his pants, and, if his enthusiastic grinding was anything to go by, Dom did, too. He undid the buttons on Billy’s shirt and flicked his tongue over a nipple. Billy’s fingers found Dom’s shoulders as that hot wet tongue made a trail down to Billy’s bellybutton and before he knew it, Dom was undoing the buckle on his belt.
“Wait,” he said, pushing Dom’s fingers away. “Not here.” He stood up and pulled Dom to his feet. Dom’s mouth claimed his own once more and they shuffled to the bedroom, Dom’s fingers tight on his hips. Dom groaned as Billy’s hand cupped his hardening cock through his jeans and he pushed Billy up against the wall in the bedroom, his tongue delving deep. He undid Billy’s jeans the rest of the way and pushed them down over his hips. Billy moaned into his mouth as Dom squeezed his cock and balls. Billy thrusted upward against Dom’s hand and pulled his shirt off, clutching his hips.
“Bed,” Dom rasped against Billy’s mouth, and pulled Billy over to it. He rid Billy of his pants and boxers and ran his fingers up Billy’s thighs. Billy squirmed, pushing his cock into Dom’s hand. Then finally, finally, Dom lowered his head and ran a tongue up Billy’s length and down again, kneading his balls with his hand.
“Fuck, Dom, just do it, Billy gasped, and then he moaned as Dom took him fully into his mouth. It was hot. Oh god, it was so wet and hot, Dom’s mouth, as Dom sucked and licked and squeezed and Billy thrusted upward into Dom’s mouth, panting and fisting the sheets beside him, mumbling Dom, Dom. And then, as he felt the heat rise maddeningly slowly up from his thighs, he dug his heels into Dom’s back and groaned “DOM.” and he came, riding the waves of pleasure that swept through his body, teeth clenched.
And then Dom was beside him, licking his lips and kissing Billy again. Billy could taste himself on Dom’s lips and Dom’s cock pressed against his thigh through his jeans and he pulled them off. They were both naked now, and Billy could feel Dom’s whole smooth body pressed against his own, the friction of their cocks as Dom moved on top of Billy. He was grinding again, and Billy couldn’t help but grind back because it felt. So. Good.
“Oh god, Billy, I have to – let me-“
“Get inside me, Dom,” Billy interrupted, finishing the sentence for Dom. Dom complied and grabbed some lube off his dresser, spreading it on his finger and pushing that finger deep inside Billy. He sucked in a breath as Dom added a second finger and Billy squirmed, his eyes tight shut, head to one side. Then, as Dom took out his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock, Billy opened his eyes and they held Dom’s as Dom slowly slid inside Billy, letting out a shaky breath.
“Fuck, Billy, you’re so tight… feel so good,” he said as Billy stretched around him.” So fucking good.” he began to move, thrusting into Billy, and at the same time squeezing Billy’s cock with his hand. It seemed to Billy that all his senses were heightened. He could hear the sound of his skin sliding against the sheets, the desperate sound of their breathing. He could feel Dom’s slick skin on his, Dom’s weight on top of him, the pressure of his fingers on Billy’s arms, sliding up Billy’s thighs, the heat of Dom’s tongue on his shoulder. He could see the sweat on Dom’s neck as he rocked forward into Billy, eyebrows knitted.
“God, Dom, faster,” Billy managed, his hands twisting the sheets, and Dom complied with both the pumping of his fist and his thrusting. His breathing became faster and higher pitched, so it seemed that he gasped every time he drew back and began to pump into Billy once more. His fingers were tight on Billy’s arms, and Billy rolled his hips, seeking more friction, and Dom groaned.
“Fuck, Bills, do that again,” he rasped, and they fell into rhythm, rolling, thrusting, squeezing, pumping, rolling, thrusting, squeezing, pumping, until-
“Dom, I’m coming,” said Billy quickly, swallowing and clutching at Dom’ back.
“Me too, Bills, hold on,” Dom whispered and with a few last frantic thrusts he came, moaning and gasping oh god and Billy and fuck, his head dropping onto Billy’s shoulder and Billy came, shuddering under Dom’s slick body, digging his fingernails into Dom’s back and the warm, sticky fluid gushed over Dom’s hand and onto his stomach and Billy didn’t care because Dom was laying on top of him, inside him again, and he’d just had the hottest, most frenzied and desperate and amazing sex of his life. They lay there as their breathing slowed, clutching each other in a death grip. Eventually Dom puled out and flopped over and grabbed some tissues from the night stand to clean Billy up.
“You ok?” Dom asked awkwardly as he scooted up behind Billy and wrapped his arms around him.
“Bloody fantastic,” said Billy with a huge fucking smile on his face. He gave Dom a sloppy kiss. “Now I’m not sorry I came at all.”
“Yeah, we do kind of rock at that,” Dom said jokingly, wrapping his arms around Billy again. “Spoon.”
“Fuck, it was amazing. You were fucking amazing, Dom. And you’ve also had a negative influence on my use of bad language.”
“Fuck shit cunt bitch cock fuck,” Dom announced. “They’re just words, Bills. And you were amazing too. I think that may just have been the best sex I have ever had.”
“Well merry fucking Christmas,” Billy joked.
“Or just merry fucking, really, I mean I could do without the Christmas part…”
“Dom?”
“Mmm?”
“Merry Christmas.”
Dom rolled his eyes, although Billy couldn’t see it.
“Now, Billy, you know I’m not one forgetting all lovey-dovey-“
“DOM.”
“Oh, fine. Merry Christmas, Bills.”
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I really hate to nit pick but unless Billy has a magical satellight dish that picks up trasmission from the other side of the Atlantic i don't think Billy's able to view lost this us poor foke in the UK don't have lost yet lol.
But other than that i really enjoyed this.
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Dom probably sent it to him! :-D
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And I just realized that it took out all of my itallics! I'll have to edit this.
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Side Note: I do belive in Glasgow they still use pounds, or thats how it was when I went to England/Scotland a few summers ago, the rest of the UK uses the Ero.
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and yeah, I did wonder about the Euros....:S
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*gigglefit!*
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think I will need an extra cold shower now!
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You just keeled me with laughter, hotness, and more hawtness! I'm all flustered now. Must. Go. Take. Another. Shower. Jeezum.
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Erm, yes.
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But you can't stop now! What happens next? Aaargh!