Hungry

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Title: Hungry
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: R, maybe
Summary: Billy wants something more than food.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated. Once again, huge thanks to P for the beta.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is why fantasy is so popular.
A/N: Came up with this idea while horribly ill with the flu and unable to eat.


Walking down the hall, Billy silently orders his heart to stop pounding as if he’s running from Saruman’s army. It’s just a brief stop in a hotel room. Nothing to get excited about. It’s not like they’re pawing at each other, kissing, nibbling, sucking and licking while Billy squeezes and caresses the sexy curve of Dom’s truly spectacular arse with-

“Thanks for this, Bills,” Dom says, interrupting Billy’s thoughts. “I just want to get out of this shirt before we grab some dinner. Label’s been bugging me all bloody day.”

“Not a problem,” he manages to reply, quite surprised that his voice is steady. One could even say normal.

Digging into the front pocket of his jeans for his key, Dom unlocks the door and pushes it open, stepping inside and making sure Billy has a hold of it before he lets go.

“Won’t take but a minute,” he promises before walking over to the wardrobe, stripping off the offending piece of material as he goes.

When the shirt lands in a heap at the foot of the bed, Billy’s imagination takes over, a familiar fantasy running through his head. Dom, sliding out of his jeans with a seductive roll of his hips and kneeling on the bed, naked as the day he was born. Eyes glinting, full of desire as he beckons for Billy to join him, hands eagerly stripping away Billy’s clothing, baring skin to touch.

Smothering a groan, Billy looks away, focusing on the wall, the window, the carpet. Anything. Watching Dom move is one thing; but watching him move while shirtless is certainly another. Within seconds, he is again watching Dom out of the corner of his eye, unable to stop himself. Spotting the red mark at the nape of Dom’s neck where the label has evidently been irritating his skin, Billy allows his eyes to sink lower. Down the lean, smooth line of Dom’s back Billy’s gaze travels, watching the muscles bunch and shift as he bends over to reach into a drawer and then straighten up again, now holding several shirts. Saying nothing, Billy’s eyes move even lower, focusing on the dimples just above the sweet curve of Dom’s arse, made visible because of Dom’s low slung jeans. For a moment Billy wonders if Dom’s wearing any pants beneath, but has to push the thought out of his mind before he really embarrasses himself getting caught blatantly ogling.

It’s the comfort that Dom has in his own body that Billy almost envies; the lazy sexuality that appears to be entirely effortless to the young Brit. He has no idea the effect he has on the people around him. How breathlessly, achingly beautiful he is, with his scrunched up nose, crooked jaw and protruding ears; features that really shouldn’t add up to such an amazing and sexy package.

And his eyes. They are Billy’s favorite, at least in this moment in time. They’re forever twinkling with mischief, and sometimes the unguarded emotions that he allows to be revealed in his gaze steals Billy’s breath.

If only Dom wasn’t so comfortable in his state of undress. It would be much easier to push down the ache in his chest and the heat pooling in his belly if Dom wasn’t less than ten feet away, half naked and looking particularly edible.

“Bills?” Dom asks, brow furrowed. “You listening?”

“What?”

Realizing that he’s just been caught staring rather hungrily at his best mate, Billy gives his head a shake.

“Sorry. I spaced out for a second,” he offers weakly in explanation.

“Oh. So, which one?” Holding up two shirts to his bare chest, Dom gives Billy a quizzical look. “White or blue?”

“Blue,” Billy answers automatically. “Matches your eyes.”

A moment later he flinches, cursing himself for letting such a statement escape.

“Birds’ll love it,” he adds, plastering on what he hopes looks like a genuine smile, even if it is as fake as his hobbit feet.

“Forgot to tell you, I told Lij that I didn’t feel like hitting the clubs tonight,” Dom replies, drawing the shirt over his head.

Watching the muscles of Dom’s chest and stomach ripple, Billy bites down on the inside of his lip to stifle the moan of appreciation. He doesn’t know how sexy it is. How badly Billy wants to close the distance and wrap Dom up in his arms, tasting his skin from head to toe. It’s not Dom’s fault that his best mate has fallen for him. Mercifully, the cotton finally drops over Dom’s flat belly and his delectable flesh is once again hidden from view.

“Told him I just wanted to grab a bite and then crash,” Dom adds, seemingly oblivious to Billy’s inner torment. “Thought you might want to join me. Rent a video or something. Just hang out, the two of us.”

“Ladies will be disappointed,” Billy remarks, trying to smile. “You haven’t been going to the clubs much lately.”

“You know, while I may come across as the sort of bloke who will shag anything that moves,” Dom informs Billy with one eyebrow arched, “I’m actually quite particular about the whole thing. Especially who I snog.”

Billy’s cheeks flush in embarrassment. “Sorry Dom, I didn’t mean to-”

“I know,” Dom interrupts, softer now. “I just wanted to make that very clear.”

Eyes downcast, Billy nods miserably. “Okay.”

“Good.” Dom nods firmly. “Just so you know.”

When Billy is pushed up against the wall by Dom’s strong hands, he can’t smother a rather unmanly squeak of surprise. He’s trapped, Dom’s arms on either side of his hips, holding him firmly. No escape.

“So are you planning on undressing me with your eyes all night, or are you perhaps going to do something about it?” Dom asks, breath ragged, blue-grey eyes dark with intensity as he presses his entire length against Billy.

“What?”

Shocked by the turn of events, it’s the only word Billy can manage to say.

“I’m running out of ideas here,” Dom adds, his obscenely long tongue sliding over his lower lip as his lust filled eyes focus on the soft bow of Billy’s lips. “Inviting you into my room and standing around half naked for ten minutes was a last resort.”

“You-” Swallowing hard, Billy tries again. “You know?”

“That you’ve been watching me for weeks?” Dom prompts, giving his hips a tiny thrust, eliciting a strained whimper. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“You saw?”

Unable to hold back a smile, Dom slides a hand up the side of Billy’s body to cup his cheek. “Bills, you’ve been staring at me like I’m your favorite meal and you’re a starving man who hasn’t eaten in weeks. I’m not blind, you know. It’s Lij who has to wear contacts.”

“Dom-”

He means to say more, try to explain, but when Dom leans in even closer, Billy loses the ability to speak. Want, no, need and overwhelming desire steal his voice and his strength. He gasps as hot breath caresses his cheek, tickling his neck. When Dom’s lips finally make contact with his, he moans, body arching into Dom’s lean frame, desperate for contact.

Unable to resist taking advantage of the opportunity, Dom slides his tongue along Billy’s soft lips, gently exploring and tasting while a hand slips under his shirt to gently caresses the warm skin. When Billy’s tongue touches his, Dom dives in hungrily, nibbling, sucking and licking as his hips thrust eagerly against Billy’s now prominent erection. He lets out a gasp of surprise when one of Billy’s hands finds his waist and slides inside the waistband of his jeans to cup a naked cheek.

Silently, Billy thanks whatever reason it is that Dom never wears pants. One less layer to fight through. His other hand sliding through wild, dark blonde hair, Billy holds Dom close as he feverishly returns Dom’s affections, slipping his tongue into Dom’s wet and willing mouth. Pulling back a little, Billy nibbles softly on Dom’s pouty lower lip, shivering when he moans and presses closer. His hand rubs and squeezes the lush curve of Dom’s arse hard and fast, stroking in time to the rocking of his hips. Through the layers of denim, their arousal's rub together desperately. If this is a dream, Billy doesn’t ever want to wake up.

Only when both are lightheaded and their lungs are demanding oxygen do they part, Dom cuddling Billy to his chest, lips trailing kisses along his hairline. This evening has gone better than he could have ever hoped, and it’s still early.

Hands are everywhere, exploring, touching and caressing, not satisfied with the cloth barrier separating them and seeking the warm, bare flesh beneath. When Dom throws his head back to suck air into his deprived lungs, Billy latches onto his neck, licking and tasting, nibbling and sucking. He feasts on the intensely addictive and delicious flavor of Dom.

“Billy,” Dom pants, voice hoarse with desire.

"Dom," Billy breathes against Dom’s neck, sagging a little in his arms as his legs wobble unsteadily.

“You okay there, Bills?”

Looking up at Dom, his cheeks flushed and bow shaped lips now swollen, Billy grins lazily. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

Their lips meet again, albeit briefly this time.

“Dom?”

“Yeah?”

Billy gnaws on his lower lip, disappointment filling his eyes. “Lij is waiting for us downstairs.”

Realizing that Billy is correct, Dom groans and reluctantly steps back, smoothing down his now rumpled shirt. “Right.”

“It’s just dinner. We can come back here after,” Billy promises, hand finding Dom’s and giving it a gentle squeeze. “If you want.”

“Yeah?” Dom asks, pulling Billy closer so their lips can meet one more time, tongues tangling messily.

When they finally part, Billy nods, eyes glazed. “Definitely.”

“Okay then.”

“So, what are you in the mood for?” Billy asks, moving away from the wall and walking over to the door. He notices that his hand is trembling a little when he reaches for the doorknob. “Chinese? Pizza? Thai?”

When Dom doesn’t answer right away, Billy turns around, almost nervously meeting Dom’s gaze. His eyes widen at the naked desire in his expression.

A slow, dangerous smile curls across Dom’s face as his eyes slowly travel the length of Billy’s body.

“Room service.”

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2-Dessert