monaboyd | The ‘Finding Peace’ Series

Title: Raneika Beach
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy’s finally found Dom, but is he too late?
Feedback: Would be appreciated, but unbeta'd (as I’m too damn impatient *cough*) so please forgive my errors.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: Part 4 of 4. I promise all of the pain has been worth it. Really. At least, I hope so.
Previous parts are here: Berlin - LA - New Zealand

Billy’s jaw drops open in shock.

“Dom. I-”

“No,” he repeats, stepping back and out of Billy’s reach. “No. No. No.”

In a flash Dom has pushed past Billy, kicking as hard as he can for the shore. Desperate to put distance between him and Billy.

Stunned, but not about to give up so easily, Billy turns and follows as quickly as he can, hampered by the wet clothes clinging to his body. By the time he reaches the beach, Dom has gathered up his things and is clutching them to his chest, preparing to run. Billy can’t decipher all the emotions racing across his face, they’re changing so rapidly. Panic. Fear. Pain. Confusion. Despair.

“Dom, wait,” Billy begs, breathless from exertion, his fingers wrapping tightly around Dom’s wrist to prevent him from running away. “Please.”

“What are you doing here?” Dom fires back, eyes confused and hurt. “How did you find me?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“But I came here to-”

“To get away from me,” Billy interrupts. “I know. I’ve been following you for three days now, trying to catch up to you. It’s been the longest three days of my bloody life.”

“Why?” Dom asks, shaking his head. “Why did you come here?”

Stepping closer, Billy’s hands grip Dom’s biceps firmly. “Because I couldn’t let one more day pass by without telling you that I love-”

“Stop,” Dom cries out, tearing himself out of Billy’s strong hold. “I already know about Ali. I get it. I don’t need to hear it.”

“No, you don’t get it, you stubborn git,” Billy insists, grabbing Dom more forcefully this time. “I called Ali from the airport in Zurich and broke up with her. I told her that I couldn’t be with her anymore because I’m in love with someone else.”

Confused, Dom frowns and stops struggling. “What?”

“I told her that I’m in love with you,” Billy finishes softly, eyes shining.

“What?” The sound is barely a whisper.

“I love you Dominic Monaghan,” Billy repeats, hands now caressing his arms instead of clenching. “I’ve loved you since the moment we met. I’ve wanted to tell you that I love you since the day we surfed at this very beach together. I’ve wanted to tell you every single day.”

Billy’s confession steals Dom’s strength and the bundle of clothes he’s been holding against his chest falls before Dom sinks to his knees on the sand, eyes wide with shock. He struggles to control his breathing and hold back the tears now stinging his eyes.

Wordlessly, Billy drops to his knees in front of Dom, hands reaching out to tenderly caress his face. His fingers slide through Dom’s wet hair and down to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing away the dampness at his eyes.

“Billy-” Dom starts to whisper, but is suddenly cut off by a pair of bow-shaped lips covering his mouth and a tentative tongue sliding between his lips.

“Please Dom,” Billy says when they break apart long moments later. “Don’t push me away.” Another soft, wet kiss. “Don’t run from me. Please.”

“Do that again,” Dom requests softly, and with eyes overflowing with joy, Billy complies. This kiss is even longer and deeper than the previous two, but still the most tender of intimate touches. Tongues twist and tangle gently yet hungrily, exploring the recesses of each other mouths.

Arms wrapping around Dom’s slender frame, Billy draws their bodies close, his fingers trailing over the warm, damp skin he’s been fantasizing about for years. Down the length of Dom’s smooth spine Billy’s fingers travel, pausing briefly at the waistband of his board shorts before moving even lower to cup the sweet curve of his arse.

Moaning into Billy’s mouth, Dom deepens the kiss further, his fists clutching handfuls of Billy’s wet shirt as their needful bodies writhe against one another. Pulling the shirt up a few inches, one hand slips beneath to caress Billy’s back while his other hand slides up to thread through his wet hair. Their kisses grow in intensity, until Dom finally tears his lips away from Billy’s, panting heavily for breath.

“Dommie,” Billy sighs, nuzzling into Dom’s neck, licking, nibbling and kissing the smooth skin. “My Dommie.”

“You’re all wet, Bills,” Dom replies, his hips rocking against Billy’s, his arousal searching for friction. “Ruined your nice shoes.”

Billy sighs against Dom’s collarbone. “Don’t care.” He keeps kissing, needing to memorize every inch of Dom.

“You should change,” Dom continues breathlessly, gasping and arching his back when Billy’s fingers find a nipple. “Get out of those wet clothes.”

“Not interested if it means I have to let go of you for one second,” Billy says, sliding down Dom’s body to take his other nipple in his mouth.

“Was rather hoping that you wouldn’t be opposed to getting naked with me actually,” Dom says seductively, fingers trailing through Billy’s hair.

Breath catching in his throat, Billy looks up to meet Dom’s heated gaze.

“But as I’d rather spend the night in bed and not at the police station, charged with public nudity,” Dom continues in a low voice, hushed and intimate. “I suggest we move this indoors.”

“Where are you staying?” Billy asks, sliding back up Dom’s body to capture his lips in a hungry kiss. “And please tell me it isn’t far.”

“About a hundred and twenty feet to your right,” Dom replies, guiding Billy’s chin over so their both looking at the cozy motel. “I wanted to be close to the beach.”

Arms still wrapped around one another, they stumble across the sand, pausing to exchange passionate, hungry kisses every few feet. While Dom struggles to open the door to his room, Billy trails kisses across his shoulders, hands reaching around to trace the smooth muscles of Dom’s chest and stomach. He can’t get enough of Dom. Can’t stop touching him.

Once inside, Dom tosses his key, t-shirt and towel to the floor before pressing Billy against the door. His hands paw desperately at Billy’s shirt, tearing it open so he can touch, lick and kiss the skin beneath. Impatiently, he shoves Billy’s dripping wet shirt down off his shoulders, immobilizing his arms to the elbows so his fingers can feast on Billy’s aching nipples.

“Christ, Dommie,” Billy pants, hands finding Dom’s waist and yanking their hips together. “Need to touch you. Let me touch you.”

Rocking his hips so their prominent erections rub together, Dom finishes removing Billy’s shirt, letting it drop to the floor. His hands then find the button and fly of Billy’s trousers, desperately wanting to peel away the offending fabric to touch the treasure within.

At the same time, Billy’s hands find Dom’s hips and his board shorts, cruelly hiding the lower half of his lithe body. One swift pull and the material is on the floor as well, and Billy has an armful of naked Dom to hold and caress. He wonders if Dom can hear his heart beat, it feels so loud, pounding inside his chest.

Heeling off his shoes and socks, Billy wriggles his hips in an effort to aid Dom in the removal of his sopping wet trousers and boxers, but never lets go of the younger man. Desperate to touch more, his hands slide down Dom’s back to cup and squeeze the round cheeks of his arse while his mouth continues it’s exploration of Dom’s neck, shoulders and well toned chest.

And then Dom is turning him around, waltzing Billy back towards the bed, his pants and boxers shoved down around his ankles. After nudging Billy down onto the bed, Dom sinks to his knees and grabs hold of the hem of Billy’s pants, drawing them off with aching slowness.

“Dommie,” Billy begs desperately, hips arching.

When Dom doesn’t answer Billy pushes himself up on his elbows to see why. He catches Dom ducking his head and looking away, trying to hide the look in his eyes.

“Dom?”

Plastering on a smile, Dom rises and stretches out beside Billy, curling into his side. Billy isn’t fooled for a second.

“Don’t hide from me, Dommie,” Billy requests softly, nudging up Dom’s chin so their eyes meet. “What’s wrong?”

“This is when I wake up.”

Confused, Billy frowns. “What?”

“I’ve dreamed about this so many times, in a thousand different ways,” Dom admits in a low voice, his eyes downcast. “You tell me you love me and we’re laying in bed together. You reach for me, and then I wake up. Alone.”

“Oh Dommie,” Billy says softly, eyes sad. Gathering Dom in his arms, Billy cups his cheek, leaning down to press a tender kiss to Dom’s soft lips. “This isn’t a dream, love, I promise. It’s real. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You say that in the dream, too.”

Billy nibbles on his lower lip for a moment. “Do I touch you in the dream?”

“Sometimes,” Dom says with a nod.

Thumb sliding over Dom’s lower lip, Billy watches Dom’s eyes closely as his hand slides down to caress the tender spot in the hollow of Dom’s throat. “Here?”

Dom shakes his head no.

Gazing down at Dom’s body, Billy lets his hand slide down Dom’s chest to his stomach, fingers trailing over his belly button and the narrow treasure trail below. “Here?”

Breath catches in Dom’s throat as he shakes his head again, his breathing ragged, eyes dark with desire and need.

Finally, Billy slides his hand between Dom’s thighs to cup his arousal intimately. “Here?”

And then there is no more talking, as Billy leans down and captures Dom’s lips in a passionate kiss. Fulfilling the promise he made to himself on the plane to LA, Billy covers every inch of Dom’s body with kisses, making him gasp at the sensation of Billy’s beard stubbled cheek against his skin. Starting at Dom’s forehead, Billy slowly blazes a trail down Dom’s cheeks, pausing to nibble and suck at his neck, already having learned how sensitive Dom is there. Gazing down at Dom, sprawled wantonly beneath him, chest heaving, Billy takes a nipple into his hot mouth and sucks gently.

At Billy’s soft and erotic touch, Dom’s hips thrust up, desperately seeking friction against Billy’s arousal.

“Billy,” he gasps.

Relentlessly, Billy sucks and licks each nipple until they are hard peaks, rosy with arousal before bracing himself on his hands and moving lower, paying special attention to Dom’s belly button and the valley between hip and thigh. Nosing his way into Dom’s dark curls, Billy’s tongue darts out taste the salty fluid gathering at the head of Dom’s now weeping cock before blowing across the damp skin. He smiles when Dom bucks and moans Billy’s name again.

“I love you my Dommeh,” he whispers against the tender flesh, rubbing his stubbled cheek against it and eliciting a long, trembling shiver. Billy looks up and catches Dom biting down on his lower lip, moaning and desperately jerking his hips.

“No, don’t,” Billy begs him, moving back up Dom’s body, his tongue sliding over the now swollen flesh of Dom’s mouth in an attempt to soothe it. “I’ve wondered for years what you would sound like when I touched you. I want to hear everything; every moan, every whimper. I want to know what you want. What my touch does to you.”

Eyes drowsy with desire, Dom nods, his lush mouth falling open and the words tumbling freely from his lips.

“Billy, please. Don’t stop touching me,” he begs shamelessly, hips rocking forward. “I want you. I need you so much.”

“I know,” Billy replies softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the inside of Dom’s thigh. “I need you, too.”

Lowering his head once again, Billy’s lips and tongue kiss and lick the lean muscles of Dom’s stomach, causing them to contract, and then, without warning, Billy is taking Dom’s swollen cock into his mouth. Feeling Dom’s hands weave into his hair, Billy slides Dom’s entire length into mouth, wrapping his lips snugly around him and sucking hard.

“Bills,” Dom pants. “Wait.”

Pulling back, Billy looks up, eyes worried. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he promises, smiling softly. “But I want you inside me when I come.”

“Are you sure?” Billy asks. “If it’s too soon-”

“No,” Dom interrupts, hands sliding up Billy’s arms to caress his face. “I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”

Billy smiles and leans down to bring his lips to Dom’s. “I think we have.”

Reaching over into the top drawer of the nightstand, filled with the memories of Billy, Dom produces a bottle of lubricant and presses it into Billy’s hand.

Surprised, Billy arches an eyebrow. Seeing the question in his eyes, Dom blushes. “Had it in my suitcase. Wishful thinking,” he offers as explanation.

Understanding, Billy nods. “Not just a wish anymore.”

“Touch me, Bills,” Dom whispers. “I need you inside me.”

Quickly, Billy liberally coats two small fingers and then slowly slides them inside Dom’s tight entrance. Slowly and carefully, he makes gentle, even strokes until the tightness subsides. It isn’t long until he adds a third finger and carefully scissors them back and forth, smiling gently when Dom bucks his hips wildly and whimpers profusely at the erotic sensations.

After applying more lubrication to his own swollen cock, Billy positions himself at Dom’s entrance. Eyes meeting and holding, Billy slides forward, into the tight heat. He watches Dom’s eyes darken and then brighten as their bodies become one.

Unwilling to be patient, Dom thrusts back in response and in moments, Billy is fully sheathed. It feels better than all of his dreams combined, watching Billy rise above him, his eyes filled with love and desire.

After a few moments to allow Dom’s muscles to relax, Billy begins to move, slowly at first. He withdraws almost completely before pushing in again and soon both his body and Dom’s are crying out for more.

Wanting to take Billy in even deeper inside, Dom brings his knees up to his chest, his hands gripping Billy’s shoulders. He writhes uncontrollably, hips thrusting wildly with need.

Their bodies now even closer, Billy presses a soft kiss to Dom’s lips. "Don’t close your eyes," he whispers as his hand curls around Dom’s aching cock. Nodding, Dom’s fingers wraps around his and the sensation of two distinct hands moving as one sends shocks up Dom's spine.

Continuing to stroke Dom’s cock in long, smooth strokes, Billy begins thrusting deeper and harder as incoherent words of pleasure and desire pours from Dom’s lips, swollen from Billy’s kisses. In minutes the world is rushing hot and fast around them, and Billy’s muscles draw up tight as he struggles to hold back.

Sensing the urgency, Dom wraps his legs around Billy’s waist and moans an unending loop of Billy’s name in time to his frantic hip thrusts. The hand wrapped around his cock increases its speed and intensity, relentless and ever-building, harder and faster, hurtling him toward the edge.

“Come with me Billy,” Dom pants breathlessly. “Want to feel you come in me.”

With one last, powerful thrust, Dom hears himself cry out as an intense orgasm overtakes him, the hot liquid spilling over his hand and stomach. At the same time, with their eyes still locked, Dom feels Billy’s release filling him as he cries out with his full voice, spiraling out over the edge of the world, then back into stillness again.

Moments later Billy collapses over him, limp, sweaty and exhausted. Hands trailing over each others bodies, they continue to exchange long, soft kisses as the aftershocks of their shared orgasm slowly begin to subside.

Eventually, Billy reluctantly slides out of and off Dom, stretching out on the bed next to his lover, possessively cuddling Dom to his chest. Not allowing Dom to escape his embrace. Never again. They both lay there, catching their breath, until they regain the ability to speak. Looking at Billy in the fading, afternoon light, Dom catches an odd look in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Were they all bad dreams?” Billy asks, regret creeping into his voice. “Did I always make you sad?”

“No,” Dom replies, nuzzling into Billy’s neck in an effort to comfort him. “The daydreams were quite spectacular actually. Especially the ones with you in a kilt.”

“A kilt?” A bemused smile graces Billy’s lips.

“You have no idea how sexy you look in one, do you?” Dom asks with a grin, pushing himself up on one elbow so their eyes meet. “Of course, it might be because I always figured you weren’t wearing anything underneath it.”

“Ah, there is that,” Billy says, grinning back and pulling Dom close for a hungry kiss, one hand sliding around Dom’s bare hip to cup a soft, round cheek.

“What about me?” Dom asks, suddenly curious. “Anything in particular that you fancy? Besides my sexy arse?”

“The leather cuffs,” Billy replies without hesitation. “Those would give me wank material for weeks. And when you wore the eyeliner with them, I was in real trouble.”

“Oh really?” Glancing surreptitiously over Billy’s shoulder, Dom spots the accessories in question on the nightstand. “You just liked the idea of me wearing them?” he asks innocently.

“No,” Billy admits. “I liked to imagine what you’d look like, wearing the cuffs in bed with me.”

“Oh?”

“Wearing only the cuffs,” Billy clarifies, eyes darkening with desire.

“Well, I think that could be arranged,” Dom replies seductively, nodding at the nightstand until Billy looks over his shoulder and spots the rings of black leather. “The only question is, did you pack a kilt?”

And then there is no more talking.

* * *

Many hours later, when the sun is sinking below the horizon, Dom awakens with a start, heart pounding, breath ragged. It’s then he realizes that he’s trapped in Billy’s embrace, arms and legs wound possessively around his body to hold him close.

“Dommeh?” Billy asks sleepily, drowsy eyes opening. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just thought I was having a dream for a second.”

“No, Dommeh,” Billy murmurs, cuddling Dom against his chest and kissing the top of his head. “’s real.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Yawning so he’s more awake, Billy rubs his cheek against Dom’s now dry and silky hair. “Dom?”

“Yeah?”

“What were you doing in the ocean?” he asks, unable to stop himself. “So far out, I mean?”

Confused, Dom looks up into Billy’s concerned eyes.

“Lij told me about Berlin,” Billy explains. “The loo.”

“Shite,” Dom curses softly and ducks his head. “I didn’t want you to know about that.”

“Dom?” Billy nudges up his chin so their eyes meet.

“It was just a swim, I swear,” Dom promises. “Wanted to go surfing, but didn’t have a board so I went for a dip. Wanted to feel the water and wind in my face. That’s all.”

Billy stares at him for a long, tense moment. “Okay,” he finally says. “But if you ever think like that again-”

“I won’t Bills,” Dom interrupts. “That’s why I came here. To make sure that I never went to that dark place again.”

“Why did you have to come all the way to New Zealand?” Billy asks. “Was it really that awful to be near me?”

“It just hurt, deep inside, knowing that I loved you so much and you didn’t feel the same way,” Dom admits. Looking up, he spots the excess moisture gathering at the corners of Billy’s beautiful green eyes. “What?”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard you say that,” Billy replies, eyes gazing tenderly at him. “That you love me, I mean.”

“But I said-” Dom trails off, thinking back. “Oh shite. I didn’t tell you, did I?”

Billy smiles softly. “No.”

“Aww, Bills. I’m-”

“It’s okay Dommie.” Threading his fingers through Dom’s wild hair, Billy draws their lips together for a tender kiss. “It’s in your eyes and your smile; the way you touch me. The way you look at me when I’m inside you.”

Sliding a hand up Billy’s arm, Dom cups his cheek, their eyes meeting. “I love you Billy Boyd.”

“And I love you, my Dommie.”

Settling back into the circle of Billy’s arms, Dom watches as Billy takes one of his hands and presses a kiss to the center of his palm.

“What was that for?” Dom asks.

“Just a part of you that I haven’t kissed yet,” Billy replies easily.

“Oh, okay.” Dom can't help the smile gracing his lips.

“Dommie?” Billy asks, his arms tightening around him to keep their bodies as close as possible.

“Yeah?”

“What were you looking for that you had to come all the way to New Zealand to find?”

“Peace,” Dom replies quietly, laying his head on Billy’s chest, listening to the steady, even rhythm of his heartbeat as his fingers trail through the soft, ginger hair. “I was looking for peace.”

“And did you find it here?” Billy asks gently, fingers threading through Dom’s dark blonde hair once again.

Dom sighs. “No.”

“No?”

Raising his head so their eyes can meet, Dom smiles. “I found it in you.”

And then there is no more talking.

* * *

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