Not The Only One

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Title: Not The Only One
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy has an unexpected guest.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated. Much thanks to P for the beta.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is why fantasy is so popular.
A/N: Follow up to the fluffy and smutty Not So Bad. Enjoy.

Sinking a little lower in the steaming water, Billy allows a moan of relief to escape his lips as the heat begins to ease the deep ache in his muscles.

Rehearsals for the play have dragged long for two weeks now, emotions running high for all involved. Things are stubbornly refusing to come together for the cast and it’s really starting to wear on Billy’s frayed nerves. It makes him miss the ease of becoming a member of the Fellowship, the instant connection he felt with the other hobbits, and most especially, it makes him miss Dom.

Letting his head fall back against the edge of the tub and closing his eyes, Billy focuses on the music emanating from the stereo in the living room. It’s one of the mellower mixed cd’s that Dom had made for him for days just like this. Rolling his shoulders, Billy lets his mind wander, thinking of Dom stretched out naked on his bed in Hawaii, gazing up at him with sleepy, sated eyes. It’s the image that stays with Billy as he drifts off to sleep.

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Closing the front door with a barely audible click, Dom pauses in the middle of the foyer to listen. Other than the music playing softly, the house is quiet, the lights turned low. Heeling off his trainers, Dom silently makes his way down the hall, stopping when he spots the partially open door to the loo. Eyes smoldering, he drinks in the view of Billy laying naked in the tub, head lolled to one side as he snores softly.

Shrugging out of his jacket, Dom starts to draw the cotton t-shirt over his head before his jacket even hits the floor. Not sparing a moments notice, he strips off his blue jeans, hopping from one foot to the other, making quick work of his socks. Knowing that the door will squeak if he pushes it open more than a few more inches, he draws in a deep breath, slips through the narrow space and inside the warm, humid room. Testing the water with his fingertips, Dom smiles and relishes in the heat.

After giving the tub careful consideration, Dom forms a plan and steps into the tub before sinking down, his knees on either side of Billy’s left leg. To his astonishment, Billy doesn’t stir. Feeling decidedly braver, Dom leans forward, his hands slipping silently through the soothing water, past Billy’s trim waist and finding a secure hold against the bottom of the tub.

Face now only inches from Billy’s, Dom tentatively leans forward, gently nuzzling Billy’s scruffy cheek with his nose. When Billy’s breath catches and he sighs ever so softly, Dom presses his lips together to prevent a groan of appreciation from escaping. A quick glance down informs Dom that the desired result is already beginning to be achieved. Tilting his head to one side, Dom leans forward again, tracing his tongue along the edge of Billy’s jaw, sliding down his neck to linger over his pulse point.

Nibbling gently on the tendons of Billy’s neck, Dom smiles when he feels a pair of hands rise through the water, one finding his hip and the other wrapping around his neck. He hears Billy’s ragged moan and finally allows his body to slide lower in the water so their slick, heated skin can meet from chest to thigh.

Wordlessly, mouths come together hungrily, tongues thrusting deep and hot as hands roam desperately, trying to touch everything at once. When Billy’s nimble fingers press at the small of Dom’s back, rubbing and increasing the friction between them, Dom can’t hold back a groan of pleasure.

Without warning, Billy pulls Dom closer, turning in the tub so both of their bodies are now below the surface, water spilling over the edge and pooling on the tile floor. Erections lustily grinding together, Billy tightens his grip on Dom’s hip, thrusting wildly as Dom licks, nibbles and sucks at the column of his neck.

Moving higher, Dom murmurs softly as his tongue traces the shell of Billy’s ear before sucking on his earlobe and gently biting it. Curling into the circle of Billy’s arms, his hand slides down to cup a firm, round cheek and squeezes, eliciting a ragged moan, followed by a full body shiver.

In response to Dom’s suggestive words, Billy tightens his grip around the younger man and thrusts, rubbing hard and fast, causing Dom to growl and thrust back. Moments later they are both shuddering with release, panting as their lips meet desperately and unevenly.

Mouths fusing together, fingers card through each others hair before sliding completely beneath the surface of the water. In the stillness and silence that the water provides, they pause, hands caressing, tongues tasting, eyes watching.

It’s only when their lungs betray them that they rise again, lips meeting tenderly as the warm water streams down their faces.

“What are you doing here?” Billy asks breathlessly, cuddling Dom close and kissing him again.

Laughing, Dom grins. “Thought I might not be the only one who likes surprises.”

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