monaboyd | Maybe Tomorrow

Title: Maybe Tomorrow
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Is it too late? Can Billy fix the mess he’s made?
Feedback: Would be appreciated, but unbeta'd so please forgive my errors.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: Part 3 of 3. Because it was lovingly ~~demanded~~ requested. Enjoy.
Previous parts are Someday and All of Me

“How about now?” he asks and then holds his breath, waiting for Dom’s reply.

For a fraction of a second Dom nuzzles into Billy’s palm and then jerks away roughly, scrambling to his feet.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, hoarsely, backing away so there is considerable distance between them.

A curtain falls over Dom’s expressive eyes, and then Billy is looking at rock star Charlie Pace, cool and detached. It’s so convincing that Billy would’ve believed it completely, if not for the fact that his eyes are swollen from crying. Of course, that’s assuming that he was crying over Billy.

“Ah needed ta talk to yeh,” Billy replies, rising to his feet, knees protesting.

“About what?”

“The biggest fecking mistake of meh life. The one where ah walked away and left yeh standing alone in that airport.”

Dom shrugs noncommittally. “That was a long time ago.”

“But ah think of it every day,” Billy admits softly.

“Did you really come all this way so we could make small talk about what used to be?” Dom asks dryly, folding his arms across his chest.

“No, ah needed ta say A’m sorry that ah was so fecking stupid and ah thought yeh deserved to hear it in person.”

“Oh.”

Throat suddenly dry, Billy swallows and wishes he’d had a few fingers of whiskey on the plane ride over from the mainland. “Ah never should’ve left yeh like that. Ah never should’ve left, period.”

“Ah.”

Monosyllabic. Not a good sign.

“Ah was so sure that it for the best. That ah would hold yeh back, keep yeh from making all yaer dreams come true.” Billy shakes his head at the idiocy of it. “Thought it would be selfish to beg yeh to stay with meh.”

Dom says nothing, but doesn’t tell him to shut up or get the fuck out either, so Billy presses on, unable to stop himself. May as well put everything out on the table. What has he got to lose? He’s got nothing left. He lost the best part of himself in that airport all those years ago.

“Stupid as it sounds, ah really believed that ah could get over it, yeh know? Get over loving yeh so much. Ah told myself that it was all going to be worth it when yaer star was shining bright. It would be enough. But it wasn’t. It still hurt, and the brighter yeh got, the more it hurt, because ah wasn’t there to share it with yeh. Ah wasn’t there ta tell yeh how fecking proud ah am of yeh.”

Still, Dom says nothing, his silence confirming Billy’s worst fears. He’s too late.

“Ah was so sure that it was the only way ye’d make a name for yerself in that damn city. That if we were together things wouldn’t work out and that ye’d be angry with meh. Blame meh.” Billy takes a deep breath, willing his body to stop shaking before continuing. “Fecking load of shite, eh?”

“Hmm,” is Dom’s only response.

“And, well, ah thought it was only fair that ah come back and face yeh. So yeh could tell me to get out. Toss me out on my arse. Yell at meh or something, because Ah’ve been asking myself how could ah do that? How could ah do that to yeh?” Billy’s beautiful green eyes are overly bright from the excess moisture covering them. “You. Meh Dommeh. Meh everything.”

Struggling desperately to hold it together, Billy raises his chin so that he is looking at Dom’s face. The expression on his face is a combination of love and heartbreak and it’s in that instant that Billy sees everything: all Dom is to him, all he dreamed of, hoped for and believed, slipping through his fingers, right before his eyes. His heart is ripped open and laid bare before Dom, agonizing in its intimacy.

Silent and distant, Dom watches him ramble on.

“Ah can’t believe ah was so fecking stupid. Ah can only imagine how-” Finally Billy breaks off, the small reserve of his strength gone. He bows his head, utterly defeated. “Yeh know what? Never mind. A’m sorry to have wasted yaer time. A’m sorry that ah hurt yeh. A’m sorry for every time ah could’ve fixed this and didn’t. A’m so, so sorry.”

Turning away, Billy finally lets the tears trapped beneath his eyelids spill down his cheeks. A sob rises in his throat as his heart begins to shatter into a million pieces, never to be whole ever again. It’s his greatest fear, in technicolor and surround sound. He’s too late. He’s lost Dom forever.

He’s at the front hall, moving towards the door when Dom’s hand grips Billy’s bicep and spins him around, shoving him against the wall. Billy feels as if he’s in a daze as his back slams against the hard surface, too stunned to notice the look in Dom’s eyes, even though the curtain shielding his emotions has been lifted. Blinking in confusion, he barely pushes Dom’s name out from between his lips and then Dom’s body is pressed tightly to his own.

Ruthlessly, Dom dives into his mouth, moaning hungrily as his tongue swirls and tastes the deep recesses. Hips thrusting wildly and urgently, he feasts on Billy’s mouth with tongue and teeth, making Billy moan it return.

The kiss is urgent and feral, and Billy's never felt more desperate and needful than in this moment. Dom’s left hand slides into the ginger strands of Billy’s hair, holding his head still while he deepens the kiss, devouring and feverish and then gentle by turns on the swollen flesh of Billy’s lips. The contrast causes Billy to moan, his knees threatening to give out beneath him. Sensing Billy’s weakening state, Dom reluctantly pulls away, brushing his lips softly over Billy’s cheek.

“Did you really think that I’d let you walk away from me again?” Dom asks, breathing heavily, voice hoarse with emotion and desire.

Billy’s lips part in a round O of surprise, and then Dom’s lips are covering his again, his free hand sliding down Billy’s chest until he’s cupping the prominent bulge in Billy’s trousers. Holding Billy’s chin with the other hand, Dom envelops Billy’s mouth, sighing when the wet, willing softness opens to him. As he strokes and tastes, Billy arches against Dom’s body, craving more.

"Dom," Billy breathes into his mouth, his own mouth working softly and sweetly while his hand roam endlessly, rediscovering all of Dom’s intimate places.

Billy pulls Dom tight to his body, seeking forgiveness in his arms, taking refuge in the embrace. He can’t stop the sobs of relief bubbling up in his throat, nor the hot tears rolling down his cheeks. It takes a few moments for Billy to realize that he’s not the only one crying. Dom’s eyes are damp as well.

“Don’t cry,” Billy begs, tasting the salty dampness as he kisses the tears away. “It kills meh to see yeh cry. Ah don’t want to make yeh cry ever again.” His hand, kind and true, cups Dom’s beard stubbled cheek, thumb brushing the remaining tears away.

“Ah missed yeh so much,” Billy whispers, fist clutching a handful of Dom’s shirt as he pulls up the cotton to touch the bare skin beneath.

Suddenly Dom pulls back to meet his cloudy eyes. “Do you love me?”

“What?”

“Do you love me?” he repeats.

Billy smiles gently, tears filling his eyes again. “Ah love yeh so much, Dommeh, that when we’re apart it hurts to breathe.”

Stepping forward and gently pulling Billy into his arms again, Dom tucks his head into the crook of Billy’s neck, inhaling deeply. “You’re here now.”

A few moments later Billy pulls away, brushing back the mess of shaggy blonde hair spilling over Dom’s forehead and kissing his nose. “Ah really missed yeh,” he whispers.

Dom smiles. “Missed you more.”

Shaking his head, Billy brings their lips together once again. He isn’t in the mood to argue. All his thoughts are focused on getting Dom naked. On touching Dom. On being inside Dom. On Dom being inside him.

“So does this mean yeh fergive meh fer being such a daft wanker?”

“That all depends,” Dom replies ambiguously.

“On?” Billy prompts, eyes suddenly worried.

“On how much longer you’re planning to make me wait for you to touch me.”

That’s all the invitation Billy needs. Lunging forward, his tongue pushes between Dom’s lips and into his hungry mouth. Pressing tightly up against one other, Dom threads his fingers through Billy's ginger hair and pulls him in for another searing kiss, which he returns eagerly, grinding their mouths and bodies together.

Desperately, Billy's hands clutch at Dom's arse, rubbing and squeezing before pulling at Dom’s t-shirt again, exposing a few inches of moist, hot skin. He needs more, needs to touch bare skin, feel the heat and immediacy of Dom beneath his hands. Fingers sliding just under the waistband of Dom's low-slung jeans, Billy moves his hand lower so the tips of his fingers can tease at Dom’s entrance.

Hissing at the sensation, Dom lets out a low growl against Billy's neck and starts to suck gently on tender skin below Billy's earlobe while his hands paw at the buttons of Billy’s shirt. Billy's other hand creeps lower and lower, pressing their hips and hardening cocks together as Dom tongues the curve of Billy's ear and back down to his neck.

“Bed,” Billy gasps. “Want yeh in yaer bed. Where is it?”

“First door on the left,” Dom pants, pulling Billy away from the wall and leading him towards it, never breaking contact.

The buttons of Billy’s shirt come popping off when Dom can’t stand it one more second and rips away the offending article of clothing. Slender fingers slide through Billy’s soft chest hair, caressing the skin beneath until Billy tugs at Dom’s t-shirt and pulls it over his head, breaking the contact between them.

And instant later they are tumbling onto the bed, frantically shoving away their remaining clothes so they can lay skin to skin. Straddling the older man, Dom’s mouth latches onto Billy’s hungrily, tongue thrusting as he tries to touch every part of him at once. In response, Billy grips Dom’s hips tightly, bruising his skin as their erections grind together.

“Fuck, Bills,” Dom pants. “Need you. Need you now.”

Billy’s hand slides around Dom to the small of his back and presses, increasing the friction between them.

“Soon, Dommeh. Soon.”

“No. Can’t wait.” Dom’s pleading now, rolling them over so Billy is sprawled over him. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Bills.”

A bottle of lubricant is pushed into Billy’s hand and then his fingers are sliding inside Dom’s tight entrance. Hips buck desperately and a string of moaned curses fall from Dom’s lips as Billy carefully stretches him wide. Finally Billy is satisfied that Dom is ready and replaces his fingers with his swollen cock.

He means to go slow, savor the moment, but then Dom’s hands are on his hips and with one thrust, he’s buried deep inside. It’s hot and desperate and nothing like their first time back in New Zealand, and yet, so much better. When Dom wraps his legs around Billy’s waist, panting and eyes pleading, Billy begins to move. His thrusts are gentle at first, but not for long. Dom’s nearly constant pleading changes that.

“Harder,” he begs. “Fuck me harder. I need you, Billy.”

Powerless to refuse him, Billy thrusts harder and faster, one hand sliding over Dom’s chest and belly as he moves. It’s too fast, but he can’t help himself. Even with his hand wrapped around Dom’s cock, he can’t touch enough, can’t get close enough. He wants to slide inside Dom’s skin and never ever leave. Never again.

“Right there, Bills, right there,” Dom moans breathlessly, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. “So close.”

“Hold on, Dommeh,” Billy groans. “Hold on.”

Wanting to be even closer, Billy presses Dom’s' legs back so far that his knees are to his shoulders and pushes in even deeper before reaching up to pull their mouths together. He can hear and feel Dom gasping as he continues to pound into Dom’s willing body.

“Come for me,” Dom requests softly, gazing up at Billy, eyes bright and shining.

Dom’s fingernails dig into his back and then Billy is crying out, body trembling uncontrollably as he lets go in three shuddering spasms. A moment later Dom follows him, a ragged sob escaping his lips as the hot liquid spills over his flat belly.

When they come back to themselves, Billy realizes that he’s collapsed on top of Dom, but when he tries to move away, Dom tightens his arms around him.

“Stay.”

It’s then that Billy sees the tears in Dom’s eyes. Pressing closer to kiss him, Billy feels the warm, slippery pool of Dom’s come between their bellies and moans softly.

“I love yeh, Dommeh,” he whispers, kissing him over and over again. “Please don’t cry.”

“But how do I know this isn’t a dream?” Dom asks quietly. “How do I know you’re really here?”

“Because Ah’ll be here when yeh wake up tomorrow,” Billy promises, caressing Dom’s cheek. “And the day after that, and the day after that.”

Wrapping Dom up in his arms, Billy cuddles him close and whispers softly to Dom until he falls asleep.

* * *

Shifting restlessly, Dom flips over onto his tummy, wriggling around as he tries to find a comfortable position. And then suddenly his eyes open wide. Billy. Billy is here.

Reaching across the bed, Dom’s hand searches for the older man, but the sheets are empty. Pushing himself up in bed, Dom looks around the moonlit room. No Billy.

Kicking back the sheet, Dom scrambles out of the bedroom, only to stop short when he spots Billy sitting on the couch, the light from a small, nearby lamp giving his bare skin a warm glow.

“Bills?” he says, suddenly feeling foolish for even thinking that Billy would leave in the middle of the night. After what had happened tonight.

Looking up, Billy starts to smile gently, but stops when he notices the look on Dom’s face. “What’s the matter, Dom? Yeh okay?”

Dropping the stack of photos that he’d been looking at back on the coffee table, Billy rises and walks quickly over to where Dom is standing.

“I woke up and you weren’t there,” Dom says, unable to meet Billy’s gaze. “Thought maybe-”

“No,” Billy interrupts. “Ah just got up for a drink of water and then saw all the photographs. Didn’t mean to scare yeh.”

When Billy takes his hand and starts to lead him over to the couch, Dom can’t quite stifle a laugh.

“Something funny there, Dommeh?”

“It just occurs to me that I’ve never walked around my living room starkers. Alone or otherwise.”

Together, they sit down on the couch and lean over to look at the photos.

“Ah. Well, ah didn’t bother getting dressed as ah had plans to have my way with yeh again once I got back ta bed,” Billy replies with grin. “Didn’t think yeh’d object.”

The sparkle in Dom’s eyes is answer enough, and then, a glimmer begins to develop. Dom lets his eyes roam lustily over Billy’s naked form, greedy hands following moments later. When his fingers wrap around Billy’s quickly hardening cock, Billy gasps.

“Fuck meh, Dommeh.”

“Not what I had in mind,” Dom replies cheekily before wrapping his free arm around Billy’s waist.

A few seconds later Billy is laying flat on his back on the coffee table, the surface still covered in photographs. And then Dom is straddling him, knees on either side of Billy’s narrow hips.

“What are yeh doing, Dommeh,” Billy teases, giving his hips a small jerk.

“Going for a ride.”

As Billy helps guide him into position, Dom lowers himself slowly, breath catching as he's slowly stretched and filled. Reaching behind him, Dom grabs hold of Billy's thighs as he sinks deeper and deeper. Finally then there's no further to go and Billy's buried in him to the hilt, causing Dom to let out a very satisfied moan.

Billy feels Dom so tight around him; can feel his pulse from inside, it’s so tight. Gazing up at Dom’s face, Billy watches as it tenses with exertion.

“Yeh okay, Dommeh?”

Reaching up, Billy’s fingers trail down Dom’s chest, pausing to tease and caress his nipples.

“Yeah,” Dom says with a nod.

And then he begins to move, slow and agonizing, working himself up and down Billy’s cock.

"Move for meh, Dommeh,” Billy begs as the heady sensations roll through his body. Experimentally, Billy flexes his thighs and grins when he manages to jostle himself inside Dom just enough to elicit a growl.

“Right there, Bills. Right there.”

“Fuck yaer beautiful, Dommeh,” Billy pants, jerking his hips. “Ah love ta watch yeh.”

Dom winks and bends down for a scorching kiss before leaning back even further than before, his hands resting on Billy’s knees. He then resumes thrusting his hips up and down at an entirely new and nearly impossible angle.

The sight of Dom, head thrown back and throat exposed, chest heaving as he drives himself onto Billy’s cock is enough to cause Billy to come undone and soon after he’s crying out, filling Dom once again.

Once he’s caught his breath Billy realizes that Dom is watching him through half-lidded eyes, slender fingers now sweeping slowly through his chest hair. Looking down, he realizes that Dom is still hard.

“You didn’t-”

“It’s okay. I wanted to watch you come in me,” Dom admits shyly. “I can take care of it in a minute.”

“Let me,” Billy requests, eyes heavy with desire.

After Dom carefully slides off of Billy he starts to lead him back to the bedroom, but is suddenly pushed down onto the couch, Billy dropping to his knees in front of him. Giving Dom a predatory, but somehow tender look, Billy dips his head and gently takes Dom into his mouth.

Tongue swirling over the head and then into the slit, Billy tastes the salty flavor of Dom and licks his bow-shaped lips, thirsting for more. Feeling Dom’s hands weave into his hair to hold him close, Billy sucks the head of Dom’s cock into his mouth again, moaning in response to the groan he hears escape Dom’s lips. Then, without warning, Billy takes Dom’s entire length into his mouth, wrapping his lips snugly around him and sucking hard.

“Fuck, Billy!” Dom pants, hips thrusting into Billy’s cherubic mouth. Searching for leverage, he puts one foot on the edge of the coffee table and continues to thrust up wildly.

Head bobbing and mouth sucking desperately, Billy continues relentlessly, the sound of Dom’s cries driving him on as Dom spirals out of control. When Dom stiffens and the salty liquid flows over the back on his tongue, Billy swallows greedily, lapping at Dom’s softening cock until every last drop is gone. Only then does he look up into Dom’s sleepy, satisfied face.

“I think I may have injured the coffee table,” Dom remarks with a small grin. “And you’ve got pictures stuck to your back.”

Glancing over his shoulder, Billy realizes that Dom must have given the coffee table a shove when he came, because now the majority of the photos are now spread across the floor. And indeed, there are several photos sticking to his sweaty skin, but a swipe of his arm sends them to the floor.

Several minutes later, the lovers slowly get to their feet and make their way back to the bedroom, arm in arm. After promising once again that he’ll be there when Dom wakes up, Billy falls into his first peaceful night of sleep in years, arms wrapped firmly around Dom.

* * *

It’s mid-afternoon when Evey shows up at Dom’s door, unable to stay away one more minute. She considers knocking, but decides against it, choosing to try the doorknob first. To her surprise, it turns and the door opens.

More worried about Dom than him being mad at her for entering uninvited, Evey walks quietly down the hall to the living room, where she stops short. Dom’s beloved photos are scattered everywhere, coffee table shoved off to one side. Eyes wide, Evey nearly runs to the bedroom, only to find it empty as well. Clothes are thrown everywhere, and the bed is a tornado of rumpled fabric.

Quickly searching the rest of the house, Evey’s concern is approaching full blown panic until she steps out onto the lanai. And then she has to hold back the tears flooding her eyes.

There, in the shade of several palm trees is Dom, sprawled peacefully in Billy’s arms, both sound asleep in a large canvas hammock with a sheet draped over them to shield their nudity.

The sight is so beautiful that Evey covers her mouth with her hand so that she doesn’t accidentally make a sound and disturb them. Tiptoeing away, she locks the front door to ensure that they won’t be disturbed. With a smile on her face, Evey drives away, dialing her cell phone to tell Matt that Dom is going to be just fine.

* * *

“Bills?” Dom murmurs sleepily, rubbing his beard-stubbled cheek against Billy’s chest.

Billy kisses Dom’s hair. “Yeah, Dommeh?”

“Are we going to talk about how long you’re going to stay?”

“Ah’m in no rush to go anywhere, Dommeh,” Billy replies, tightening his arms around Dom’s body to cuddle him close. “Maybe tomorrow.”

“You really don’t know?” The worry in Dom’s voice is unmistakeable.

Opening his eyes, Billy looks down into Dom’s worried and pained eyes.

“Ah thought maybe yeh’d like to spend your hiatus in Scotland with me, so we never have teh be apart,” Billy admits. “But ah thought Ah’d ask yeh tomorrow since Ah’m not going anawhere anatime soon.”

Eyes lighting up with a joy that Billy hasn’t seen since New Zealand, Dom kisses Billy’s cheek and then lays his head back down on Billy’s chest.

“Yeah,” Dom decides. “Maybe tomorrow.”

Laying quietly together, they listen to the ocean roll up the beach and the gentle wind move the palm trees above them.

And they sleep.

* * *

Current Mood: relaxed

REALLY loved the porn!
*giggles* I'm rather fond of it myself.

very hot without being gratuituos.
Thanks so much. I think sometimes there's a little too much detail during moments like that, so I tend to leave a bit to the imagination.

the imagery of billy and dom in the hammock was beautiful.
I seriously wish I had a polaroid camera in my head for when I get images like that.

So glad you enjoyed!

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