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Title: Heat
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: In Mexico, you aren't gay until you've bottomed.
Notes: For echo, because you gave me this idea in the first place and you deserve the world and more.
Mexico had become a crucible of sorts; changing them in a way that seemed so slight, it might never had been touched upon -- never noticed. The heat that seemed to seep out of the ground at night was always a catalyst for the nights of fire, and Dom remembers -- can’t forget -- the way Billy’s eyes burned in the darkness and lit only by the fire.
Billy hadn’t gone in for air conditioning and they paid for it every night while they twisted and writhed amongst the sheets, the pale colour of the cotton absorbing every beam of moonlight that came through the window. Dom arches his back a little before angling down to steal a kiss from Billy.
“You’re bottoming tonight,” Dom whispers into his ear. Then he nibbles -- bites gently -- at the earlobe. “You know what that means…”
“Yes, well, the customs of the Mexicans seems to have been passed by the British and the Scottish alike,” Billy dryly responds, breathing heavily and thrusting his hips up higher to get better friction. Dom lets out a tiny shudder of excitement and meets lips with Billy, feeling the heat seep out of them and a tiny curl of breath passes from Billy’s mouth into his own.
“Means you’re gay,” Dom teases him for a brief moment. Billy gets a mischievous look of pure delight on his face before rolling them both over so that Billy was on top. Billy gives him a look of triumph. “Yeah well…I never denied it,” Dom taunts now.
“Shut up,” Billy orders with a disappointed little mock shake of his head.
“Make me,” Dom haughtily commands.
Billy shrugs and seems to decide that he has no other choice. He grinds his hips down against Dom and with his teeth -- sharp and tough and mean and lustful-- he leans down and runs his tongue up Dom’s neck, grazing those sharp predators of teeth all the way down the side, caressing the jugular a little, and then he sinks them in and BITES the spot where shoulder meets neck.
Dom cries out into the night and his cries curl in with the heat in the atmosphere and swirl, swirl, twirl around in the room. Billy takes pleasure in having brought about that cry and brings his fingers into the equation. They tweak ever so expertly at Dom’s nipples, turning them hard in less than thirty seconds. Then, one hand slips down and caresses at Dom’s balls –- lingering touches, ghosting and barely there.
“Come on, Billy,” Dom pleads now, his voice hoarse. “Fuck me.”
“In time,” Billy promises gently and evenly.
“Good,” Dom pants and his neck stretches –-sinewy muscles aching to be longer -- out to peck a kiss on the corner of Billy’s mouth in simple thanks for anything and everything. Billy pays equal attention to the kiss, Dom’s balls, and breathing. Then, his hand slips to Dom’s cock and begins to give it gentle, equal strokes in that tiny space between their bodies.
“Like that?” Softly, the words cascade out of Billy’s mouth and reach Dom’s ears with divine speed. Dom bucks a little at the touch, lets out an involuntary whimper at the tease of it, and wants to beg -- plead with everything he’s got -- for more.
“Billy, yes,” he gives in and accepts his baser nature. “Fuck Billy, please, pleasepleaseplease,” he murmurs quietly and goes on in that pattern. “I need this, fucking hell Billy, just fuck me,” he curses violently, and wants to thrash. Billy calms him with the placement of just one finger to Dom’s lower stomach. It taps there and resonates gently.
“Soon,” Billy promises.
Dom’s body is scorching with heat and the sweat begins to roll from his forehead, down the sides and down his body providing a smoother surface, which makes it easier for fingers to glide across the expanses of skin. Billy seems to appreciate it and his fingers skate across the glistening chest before gliding down south again and wrapping a fist around Dom’s cock.
“All for me?” Billy requests.
“If you fuck me soon,” Dom exhales and gets the word out – panting all the while.
Billy nods, acquiesces to his request and lifts Dom’s legs so Billy’s shoulders support them. Dom’s breath hitches and there is finally something to represent the cooler parts of the world when Billy’s fingers slip inside Dom bearing lube. He hisses in breath at the sharp contrast and prays that Billy will be inside him bringing heat again.
“Billy, come on, need this, pleaseBillypleaseBilly, Billy!” his last calling of the name echoes, it seems, and he inhales deeply when Billy pushes into him. Dom’s legs bend and straighten in the process, a common reaction to being fucked by Billy Boyd. He lets out a sharp cry of a yelp and Billy nips at Dom’s shoulder again out of habit. Dom nearly wails -- fucking screams -- with that secret pleasure that Billy’s pure furnace of heat brings about.
“Dom, god yes Dom, love your heat,” Billy purrs at him, lips grazing down the stubble on Dom’s cheek and feeling the heat seep out of the skin, exhaling in breaths and coming out of every single pore possible.
“Billy, fucking love you for this,” Dom cries elatedly. “Yes, Billy!” he howls as he comes when Billy thrusts into him with a little more enthusiasm – pushed by the animalistic cries from Dom’s throat. When the orgasm is over, he laughs with sheer ecstasy and delight. Billy closes his eyes and comes silently, a tiny shudder to his body as he does. His lips tremble and Dom’s fingers rise to feel the way they shake.
Finally, when all is done, Billy relaxes so that he is comfortably atop Dom, and his hands rest gently atop Dom’s shoulder blades.
“Have I mentioned you’re the best?” Dom murmurs as he lazily kisses Billy.
“And you’re the bottom,” Billy kisses him with amused triumph and waits to be pinned down and rolled over by two wry and strong arms.
end
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: In Mexico, you aren't gay until you've bottomed.
Notes: For echo, because you gave me this idea in the first place and you deserve the world and more.
Mexico had become a crucible of sorts; changing them in a way that seemed so slight, it might never had been touched upon -- never noticed. The heat that seemed to seep out of the ground at night was always a catalyst for the nights of fire, and Dom remembers -- can’t forget -- the way Billy’s eyes burned in the darkness and lit only by the fire.
Billy hadn’t gone in for air conditioning and they paid for it every night while they twisted and writhed amongst the sheets, the pale colour of the cotton absorbing every beam of moonlight that came through the window. Dom arches his back a little before angling down to steal a kiss from Billy.
“You’re bottoming tonight,” Dom whispers into his ear. Then he nibbles -- bites gently -- at the earlobe. “You know what that means…”
“Yes, well, the customs of the Mexicans seems to have been passed by the British and the Scottish alike,” Billy dryly responds, breathing heavily and thrusting his hips up higher to get better friction. Dom lets out a tiny shudder of excitement and meets lips with Billy, feeling the heat seep out of them and a tiny curl of breath passes from Billy’s mouth into his own.
“Means you’re gay,” Dom teases him for a brief moment. Billy gets a mischievous look of pure delight on his face before rolling them both over so that Billy was on top. Billy gives him a look of triumph. “Yeah well…I never denied it,” Dom taunts now.
“Shut up,” Billy orders with a disappointed little mock shake of his head.
“Make me,” Dom haughtily commands.
Billy shrugs and seems to decide that he has no other choice. He grinds his hips down against Dom and with his teeth -- sharp and tough and mean and lustful-- he leans down and runs his tongue up Dom’s neck, grazing those sharp predators of teeth all the way down the side, caressing the jugular a little, and then he sinks them in and BITES the spot where shoulder meets neck.
Dom cries out into the night and his cries curl in with the heat in the atmosphere and swirl, swirl, twirl around in the room. Billy takes pleasure in having brought about that cry and brings his fingers into the equation. They tweak ever so expertly at Dom’s nipples, turning them hard in less than thirty seconds. Then, one hand slips down and caresses at Dom’s balls –- lingering touches, ghosting and barely there.
“Come on, Billy,” Dom pleads now, his voice hoarse. “Fuck me.”
“In time,” Billy promises gently and evenly.
“Good,” Dom pants and his neck stretches –-sinewy muscles aching to be longer -- out to peck a kiss on the corner of Billy’s mouth in simple thanks for anything and everything. Billy pays equal attention to the kiss, Dom’s balls, and breathing. Then, his hand slips to Dom’s cock and begins to give it gentle, equal strokes in that tiny space between their bodies.
“Like that?” Softly, the words cascade out of Billy’s mouth and reach Dom’s ears with divine speed. Dom bucks a little at the touch, lets out an involuntary whimper at the tease of it, and wants to beg -- plead with everything he’s got -- for more.
“Billy, yes,” he gives in and accepts his baser nature. “Fuck Billy, please, pleasepleaseplease,” he murmurs quietly and goes on in that pattern. “I need this, fucking hell Billy, just fuck me,” he curses violently, and wants to thrash. Billy calms him with the placement of just one finger to Dom’s lower stomach. It taps there and resonates gently.
“Soon,” Billy promises.
Dom’s body is scorching with heat and the sweat begins to roll from his forehead, down the sides and down his body providing a smoother surface, which makes it easier for fingers to glide across the expanses of skin. Billy seems to appreciate it and his fingers skate across the glistening chest before gliding down south again and wrapping a fist around Dom’s cock.
“All for me?” Billy requests.
“If you fuck me soon,” Dom exhales and gets the word out – panting all the while.
Billy nods, acquiesces to his request and lifts Dom’s legs so Billy’s shoulders support them. Dom’s breath hitches and there is finally something to represent the cooler parts of the world when Billy’s fingers slip inside Dom bearing lube. He hisses in breath at the sharp contrast and prays that Billy will be inside him bringing heat again.
“Billy, come on, need this, pleaseBillypleaseBilly, Billy!” his last calling of the name echoes, it seems, and he inhales deeply when Billy pushes into him. Dom’s legs bend and straighten in the process, a common reaction to being fucked by Billy Boyd. He lets out a sharp cry of a yelp and Billy nips at Dom’s shoulder again out of habit. Dom nearly wails -- fucking screams -- with that secret pleasure that Billy’s pure furnace of heat brings about.
“Dom, god yes Dom, love your heat,” Billy purrs at him, lips grazing down the stubble on Dom’s cheek and feeling the heat seep out of the skin, exhaling in breaths and coming out of every single pore possible.
“Billy, fucking love you for this,” Dom cries elatedly. “Yes, Billy!” he howls as he comes when Billy thrusts into him with a little more enthusiasm – pushed by the animalistic cries from Dom’s throat. When the orgasm is over, he laughs with sheer ecstasy and delight. Billy closes his eyes and comes silently, a tiny shudder to his body as he does. His lips tremble and Dom’s fingers rise to feel the way they shake.
Finally, when all is done, Billy relaxes so that he is comfortably atop Dom, and his hands rest gently atop Dom’s shoulder blades.
“Have I mentioned you’re the best?” Dom murmurs as he lazily kisses Billy.
“And you’re the bottom,” Billy kisses him with amused triumph and waits to be pinned down and rolled over by two wry and strong arms.
end
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