monaboyd | Better

Title: Better
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: R, for language, suggestion and innuendo.
Summary: The truth comes out.
Feedback: Would be appreciated, but unbeta'd so please forgive my errors.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is why fantasy is so popular.
A/N: This takes place in the same universe as the ‘Rush’ series. You need to read those first.
No Rush - Rush - After the Rush Previous parts are here: Shiver - Burn

It’s two days later and the weekend is upon them.

Despite protests that Billy should rest for one more day, Dom allows them to be dragged out to the pub for dinner and drinks with Sean and Elijah. A little over an hour later, Dom is wishing they’d stayed home. Then again, being in a place where they have to behave themselves is a good exercise in self-control. However, it seems that only one of them is playing by the rules.

Slouching down a little in his chair next to Billy, Dom gives him a very pointed look.

“Stop that,” he hisses under his breath.

“What?” Billy asks.

“You know what,” Dom retorts, eyes glancing over to where Elijah and Sean are at the bar, procuring a fresh drinks for all four hobbits.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Billy insists, eyes wide with innocence.

“Oh really?” Dom says, leaning closer so their faces are mere inches apart. His eyes glitter dangerously; his breath hot against Billy’s cheek.

Heart skipping a beat at Dom’s proximity, Billy’s eyes dilate and he swallows. Hard. “Really.”

“You keep giving me those gorgeous ‘fuck me’ eyes, and I’m going to throw you down on this table and snog you senseless. Give people something to talk about for weeks,” Dom warns, unable to keep the low, predatory growl out of his voice.

“Promise?” Billy asks breathlessly, eyes dark with passion, lower lip trembling ever so slightly.

“Fuck, Billy,” Dom curses softly, pulling back a few inches and shifting in his chair.

Triumphantly, Billy grins. “That’s the idea.”

Unable to stop himself from returning Billy’s grin, Dom pulls back, mentally begging his body to behave. Yeah. Right. Like that’s going to happen with Billy’s hand resting on his leg, pinky finger gently sweeping back and forth across the inside of his knee. It’s a good thing they’re sitting at a good sized table in the back corner of the pub, or everyone would be able to see the effect Billy’s touch is having on him.

“Besides, this is all your fault,” Billy continues, smiling seductively and slowly licking his lower lip. “It was you who insisted that I am still recovering and shouldn’t exert myself. Then you go and wear that eyeliner, knowing full well what it does to me.”

“And that makes it all my fault?”

“Okay,” Elijah says, returning to the table and setting a beer down in front of Dom with a small thunk. “You two are spending way too much fucking time together.”

Sean chuckles lightly as he slides into a chair on the other side of the table next to Elijah.

“What makes you say that?” Billy asks mildly, reaching for the tumbler of whiskey that Sean slides towards him.

“Have you noticed that there isn’t any air between you?” Elijah asks with a jerk of his chin. “You’re taking the hobbit thing to a whole new level.”

“Actually, I hadn’t noticed,” Billy admits in complete honesty as he looks over at Dom. It’s become second nature to fit himself into Dom’s side. He doesn’t even think about it consciously; it just happens. For the last few days especially, they haven’t been apart longer than a couple of minutes.

“No, it’s more than that,” Sean adds thoughtfully, looking between the two men. “You guys are different lately. There’s something you’re not telling us.”

And now, here it is. The moment they knew was coming. While they haven’t been hiding their relationship, they haven’t exactly been broadcasting it either. They’re still enjoying the newness of it. The private world they’ve created. Most people around them assume that they’re just close friends, the best of mates. Truth be told, they still are; there’s just more than friendship that binds them together now. There is love.

Billy’s eyes lock with Dom’s, and an entire conversation is had in the course of three facial expressions, a nod and a slow smile.

“Okay. You’re right,” Dom begins, looking over at the men on the other side of the table. “Something has changed.”

Sitting up in his chair, Dom lifts his arm up and over Billy’s head to wrap around his shoulders, pulling Billy firmly against his side before pressing a kiss to his temple. The gesture is unmistakable in its meaning and significance, and two jaws drop in surprise.

“When the fuck did this happen?” Elijah asks, his huge blue eyes even wider than usual.

“It’s been building for a long time,” Billy says with a smile, the hand on Dom’s thigh squeezing gently and sliding a little higher, causing Dom’s breath to hitch ever so slightly. “But everything changed when Dom got thrown from the horse on set that day.”

“But that was almost a month ago!” Elijah cries. “You two have been, uh, do I want to know what you’re doing?”

“They’re seeing each other, Lij,” Sean supplies.

“More like sleeping together, I bet.”

“Lij, a little louder, yeah?” Dom interjects, a small warning in his tone. “I don’t think they heard you in LA.”

“Well am I wrong?” Elijah counters, lowering his voice. “Now I get it. All the touching and spending every fucking second together. It’s all over you. Go ahead. Tell me that you two haven’t been getting naked together. Tell me that you’re not just dying to jump each other right here and now.”

Exchanging a look, both Dom and Billy blush before Billy snuggles closer, nuzzling his head into the crook of Dom’s neck.

“Wait a second. Does this have anything to do with why your phone wasn’t working?” Elijah asks Dom suspiciously, arching an eyebrow knowingly.

“That was my fault,” Billy answers before Dom can. “He was enduring a lot of pain, alone, and I was worried about him, so I was checking in on him every night.”

When Billy’s hand slips a little higher again, Dom shifts slightly, opening his legs wider and causing Billy to bite back a grin. At the same time, Dom’s arm slides down Billy’s side until his hand finds Billy’s waist, fingers slipping underneath the well worn blue button down shirt to caress the warm skin.

“Glad I don’t pay your phone bill,” Elijah mutters with a wince.

“It was money well spent at twice the price,” Billy says, looking up at Dom, green eyes sparkling.

It takes everything in Dom not to close the distance between their mouths, thrust his tongue greedily between Billy’s bow shaped lips and into his cherubic mouth. He knows all too well the lush sweetness that awaits him. The flavor of Billy. His Billy. He wants it; craves it with an intensity that almost scares him. Almost. It’s the knowledge that Billy feels the same way about him that chases away any worry or doubt. And when Billy exhales a shaky breath, Dom realizes that Billy is likely wanting the same thing.

“I can’t fucking believe you didn’t tell us until now.” Picking up his beer, Elijah takes a healthy swallow. “Dude. All this fucking time and you never said you were hot for each other?”

“We didn’t know,” Dom explains with a shrug after tearing his eyes away from Billy’s. “It wasn’t like we planned it or something.”

“It just happened,” Billy finishes with a contented sigh.

“Who else knows about this?” Elijah demands. “I know Orli can’t because God knows he can’t keep his fucking mouth shut. What about Liv? Ian? David? Fran and Peter?”

“Lij!” Sean frowns.

“What? You know I’m right about Orli. He couldn’t keep a secret to save his fucking soul and you know it.”

“As far as we know, only Viggo knew until now,” Billy says.

“Viggo? You told Viggo?”

“No, he just . . . knew,” Dom adds.

“How?”

Scrunching up his shoulders in a helpless gesture, Dom shakes his head. “He’s Viggo?”

“So, are you guys okay with this?” Billy asks, straightening up, his eyes now serious. “Seanwise? You haven’t said much.”

Pursing his lips, Sean fidgets with his beer mug for a long, quiet moment. Then he looks from Billy to Dom, and back to Billy again. Taking a deep breath, he finally says, “I hope you’re as happy together as Chris and I are. I don’t know anyone who deserves it more than you two.”

Touched by the words, Dom quickly blinks back the excess moisture gathering in his eyes and tightens his arm around Billy. A gentle squeeze to thigh tells him that Billy feels the same way.

“So, a toast to the happy couple?” Elijah prompts, raising his mug of beer and grinning.

There are smiles all around as the glasses clink together.

* * *

Dom is at the sink in the loo when Billy slips inside and leans against the door to push it closed behind him.

“You’ve been in here over ten minutes,” he says, walking over to where Dom is standing. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just thinking.”

Dom shakes off the excess water on his fingers before running them through his hair, giving it a slightly tousled, carefree look to it. Leaning against the wall beside the sink, Billy smiles, indulgent and amused, as though he expects nothing less of Dom.

“Yeah?” he asks. “bout what?”

Dom frowns slightly. “Trying to think of a word.”

“A word?”

“One to describe how this feels,” Dom says, looking away from his reflection and into Billy’s eyes. “Everything I think of just isn’t quite right.”

“How what feels?”

“To love you so much, and to know that our friends know how we feel about each other,” Dom says quietly, eyes darkening with intensity. “That they’re happy for us.”

“Ah.” Billy nods in understanding. “So what’ve you come up with?”

“Exceptional, exquisite, extraordinary, sensational-”

“Those are pretty good words,” Billy interrupts with a soft smile.

“Remarkable, fabulous, incredible, magnificent,” Dom continues, ticking them off on his fingers. “Superb, consummate . . . but they just aren’t it. I can’t think of the perfect one.”

Taking Dom’s hands in his, Billy pulls him close so their bodies are pressed together.

“I’ve got one,” he says quietly, nuzzling Dom’s neck with his nose.

“Yeah?”

Pulling back just enough so their eyes can meet, Billy cups Dom’s face in his hands, thumb brushing over Dom’s lower lip. “How about sublime?”

A grin spreads quickly across Dom’s face and he darts forward to press a fast kiss to Billy’s lips. “That’s it!”

Dom opens his mouth to speak again, but is cut off when Billy’s lips hungrily cover his. Fingers slide around the back of Dom’s neck to pull him closer, while Billy’s other hand clutches at Dom’s waist. He pulls desperately at the hem of the cotton t-shirt, finally sliding his hand beneath to caress the warm skin.

“Christ, Bills,” Dom moans into his mouth, their erections rubbing together.

Billy can’t quite smother a groan when Dom backs him against the wall next to the sink, knee pressing between Billy’s thighs. Slippery tongues thrust and parry while hands slide endlessly over each others bodies, seeking more. Always more.

“Dom,” Billy breathes when the kiss finally ends. “Please. I can’t wait anymore.”

Shoulders quaking with laughter and eyes sparkling, Dom shakes his head. “We are not going to have a quick shag in this loo, Bills.”

“No, I want to go home.”

Suddenly worried, Dom pulls back quickly. “Shite. You’re tired aren’t you? I’m sorry. I should’ve realized.”

“Dom, stop.”

“What?”

“I’m not tired,” Billy says, in a low, seductive voice. “At least, not yet.”

“Bills-”

“Dommie. I’m better. Please,” Billy pleads, nuzzling into Dom’s embrace, teeth nipping at his throat. “I want you.”

“Billy-”

“I need you.” Billy’s hand slides over the prominent bulge in Dom’s blue jeans, applying delicate pressure. “Just like you need me.”

“Christ, Bills,” Dom moans, arching into his touch.

The bathroom door swings open for a moment and then closes abruptly.

“Jesus Christ you two!” Elijah says through the door. “Get a room already!”

Dom throws back his head and laughs. When he looks down again and his eyes meet with Billy’s, he smiles.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

* * *

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