Keeping Secrets

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Title: Keeping Secrets
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: R
Summary: Dom needs to get something off his chest.
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: Something lighter and fluffier, with just a dash of angst. Also, writer's block sucks. Here's hoping it's over.

When the song ends, Billy bids farewell to his dance partner and returns to the table where Orli and Elijah are waiting for him. The third seat, previously occupied by Dom is now oddly empty even though the frosted mug of beer on the table is still half full.

“Where’s Dom?” Billy asks, looking around. “The loo?”

“No, he left,” Orlando tells him. “Said to say goodnight.”

“Wanker couldn’t wait two minutes?” Frowning, Billy takes a seat and reaches for his tumbler of whiskey. Catching Elijah avoiding his gaze, he quirks an eyebrow. “Lij?”

“What?” he replies, his best innocent face firmly in place.

“What did he say?”

Shrugging, Elijah takes a long pull from his bottle of beer. “Nothing specific. Just muttered something about the girl you were dancing with and then said he was leaving.”

“Aw, shite!” Billy quickly downs the rest of his whiskey and stands up, pulling his jacket on. “Why didn’t he just tell me that he liked the bird?”

“Uh, Billy-” Orlando tries to correct him, but is cut off by the concerned Scotsman.

“I can’t believe he left over a bloody dance. Silly git. I’ve got to find him. See you tomorrow.”

“But Billy-” Orlando tries one last time, giving up when Billy disappears from sight.

“He really thinks that Dom’s pissed about the girl he was dancing with,” Elijah muses aloud, shaking his head in disbelief.

“And people think I’m dense,” Orlando remarks.

Unable to stifle the snort of laughter, Elijah ducks when Orlando swats at him.

“Little fucker,” he mutters before taking a sip of his fruity drink.

“What?” Elijah asks with a giggle. “You said it, not me.”

* * *

Stepping outside of the pub and into the crisp night air, Billy pulls his light jacket tighter around his frame. He looks one way, and then the other, searching for Dom’s familiar frame. Luckily, just as Billy looks back a second time, Dom walks beneath a street lamp two blocks away, taking a left at the corner, heading towards the beach.

Relieved that he’ll be able to catch up and apologize, Billy jogs after him, his mind racing as to why Dom has reacted this way to an innocent dance. It’s not like they haven’t danced with dozens of girls before. Harmless fun after a long day of shooting. Until tonight, there’s never been a problem. Could it be that this girl is different, Billy wonders. Why didn’t Dom tell him?

The moon is nearly full, making the light colored sand on the beach appear to almost glow a pale blue. Sitting just outside the circle of light from a street lamp, Dom digs the heels of his trainers into the sand and stares out at the dark ocean, chin resting on the knees he’s hugging to his chest. He looks up at the twinkling stars and sighs heavily, cursing himself for reacting that way in the pub. Without a doubt, he’ll have to give some kind of explanation in the morning. Billy will most definitely demand it when they’re in the Feet trailer. So caught up in his own thoughts, Dom doesn’t notice that he’s no longer alone and jumps a little when a hand touches his shoulder.

“Hey,” Billy says, sinking down to the sand.

Fuck. Dom bites down on the inside of of his cheek to suppress a wince. Apparently the explanation won’t wait until tomorrow. Shite.

“Hey,” he replies, attempting to sound casual. Why not? It’s worth a shot. “Thought you’d still be at the pub with Lij and Orli.”

Silence settles heavily between them, and finally Dom looks over at Billy who is watching him rather intently, mirroring Dom’s body position. The intensity of Billy’s gaze unnerves him.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Billy asks softly.

“What do you mean?”

Billy isn’t fooled for a second. “Dom.”

“I just felt like getting out, that’s all,” he protests, shrugging noncommittally. “What’s the big deal?”

“Dom,” Billy repeats, shifting so he’s sitting indian style and folding his arms across his chest. He means business.

Deciding there is no escape, Dom sighs miserably and hugs his knees tighter to his chest. “I didn’t know how, okay?”

“If you’d told me, I never would’ve done it.”

“Huh?” Dom’s brow furrows in confusion.

“C’mon, Dom,” Billy teases. “Friendship is way more important than some bird in a pub.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Billy,” Dom groans realizing that Billy still has no clue as to what is really wrong. Head dropping to his knees, he wishes fervently to be swallowed up by the sand. An urgent call on his mobile, requiring that he leave immediately. Anything to escape.

“What?”

“It’s nothing,” he mumbles.

“The look on your face isn’t nothing,” Billy argues. “That’s definitely a ‘something’ look.”

“It’s nothing, Billy,” Dom begs. “Just leave it alone.”

“No. You’re sitting out here, alone in the dark because there’s something very wrong,” Billy insists, laying a hand on Dom’s arm, causing him to look up. “Out with it. Now.”

Dom sighs heavily, shaking his head. “Fine. I don’t give a rat’s arse about the fucking bird, okay? Run along and shag her into the mattress if that’s what you want. Have fun.”

“What?” Now it’s Billy’s turn to be confused. “Then why were you upset about us dancing if you weren’t interested in her?”

Resigned, Dom gives him a pointed look and waits. And waits.

Finally, realization dawns and Billy’s jaw drops. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

Dom nods. “Uh huh.”

“Oh!”

“You can stop saying that anytime you know,” Dom says dryly.

Billy’s cheeks flush in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I’m just-”

“Disgusted? Horrified?” Dom supplies, shoulders sagging, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. “Amused?”

“Surprised,” Billy corrects. “You never said that you were-”

“Gay?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, now you know.” Looking back out at the ocean, Dom sighs and waits for the awkward silence. The mumbled apology and hasty retreat. To his surprise, Billy doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything for nearly a minute.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Billy finally asks.

“Because I didn’t want things to be weird between us, like they are right now,” Dom fires back dryly, as though stating the very obvious. “Didn’t want to fuck up the best thing that ever happened to me, okay?”

“I’m your best mate and you didn’t think you could tell me this?” Billy demands, more than a little hurt. “What kind of friend can I be if you’re hiding important things from me, like who you fancy?”

“Billy, save your breath,” Dom begs. “All I want to do now is go back to my flat, get very, very pissed and forget this conversation ever happened, okay?”

Releasing his knees, Dom starts to get up, but Billy’s hand darts out and seizes his wrist tightly, pulling him back down.

“Dom, wait. Hear me out.”

Shoulders slumped, Dom settles back on the sand. “What?”

“What if I was to tell you something personal? Something I’ve never told anyone,” Billy asks gently, pausing to gnaw on his lower lip. “Even the score, so to speak. Wouldn’t that help?”

“Sure,” Dom scoffs. “Like there’s anything you could possibly say to me that could make me feel better about admitting to my best mate that I’ve been lusting after him.”

Arching an eyebrow, Billy can’t help the corners of his mouth turning up. “Lusting?”

Dom flinches and lets his head drop again, realizing his choice of words. “Oh fuck. Kill me now.”

“Dom, stop,” Billy orders firmly, maneuvering on the sand until he’s on his knees between Dom’s parted limbs. “And look at me.”

Reluctantly, Dom meets Billy’s concerned green eyes, darker than usual in the moonlight.

“So?” he prompts. “How long has this been going on?”

“A little over two months now,” Dom admits miserably, the shattered remains of his pride laying in pieces on the sand.

“Well then,” Billy says, sitting back on his heels and looking a Dom intently. “It would seem that I have you beat by about three weeks.”

“Huh?”

This time it’s Billy’s turn to give Dom a pointed look. Finally, realization sinks in and Dom’s eyes widen as his jaw drops.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“But you never said anything,” Dom protests. “Never even hinted.”

“Neither did you,” Billy points out. “And I didn’t want to lose my best mate either.”

For a long moment, Dom can only stare in bewilderment.

“Fuck me,” he breathes.

Billy can’t help quirking an eyebrow. “Is that a request?”

Blushing fiercely, Dom looks away and scratches absently at his scruff. “Um. Ah. Oh shite.”

“Dom?” Billy says softly.

Looking up, Dom inhales sharply at the intense look in Billy’s eyes as he moves closer. “Yeah?”

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Billy-”

Fantasy is made flesh when Billy’s hands cup Dom’s face and soft lips silence the younger man with a tender kiss. Trembling fingers slide through Dom’s tousled, dark blonde hair, holding him close as Billy’s tongue gently traces the edge of Dom’s lip, exploring and tasting.

Dom finds his lips parting, mouth hot and inviting, wanting to taste as well. In an instant his mouth is filled with slippery, demanding warmth, and the whiskey-tinged flavor of Billy. Moaning hungrily, Dom presses back, hands finding Billy’s trim waist and pulling their bodies closer. Only when their lungs demand air do they part, and Dom gasps as Billy’s lips latch onto his neck.

“Oh fuck,” he pants breathlessly. “Billy.”

Nibbling and licking the smooth column of Dom’s neck, Billy rises up on his knees and moves closer until he’s straddling Dom’s hips. Sinking down and bringing their throbbing erections together, Billy smiles when Dom can’t help the moan that escapes his lips. It’s Billy’s turn to gasp when Dom’s hands find his arse and give it a firm squeeze, bringing their bodies even closer.

Pulling back a little, Dom opens his eyes and gazes wondrously up at the Scotsman in his lap. This isn’t a dream. Billy really is wrapped up in his arms, green eyes staring hungrily at him, bow shaped lips swollen from their lusty kisses. It’s Billy’s hips rocking against his, hands pushing aside his jacket and delving under his t-shirt, seeking bare skin.

“You okay there, Dommie?” Billy asks, breath ragged. “Is this too fast? Do you want me to stop?”

“More,” Dom whispers, eyes pleading. It’s his only coherent thought.

And then Billy is pressing Dom down to the sand, eyes smoldering with heat and desire.

“Want you, Dommie,” he murmurs seductively before lowering himself so their bodies meet from chest to thigh, causing Dom to whimper. “So much.”

Losing all sense of control, Dom’s long, slender hands slide under Billy’s jacket and shirt, up his narrow back to press their bodies tightly together. Rolling over and over across the sand, arms wind around one another, hands caressing and touching hungrily, memorizing every lovely inch. Deep, passionate kisses become a zealous exploration of each other’s bodies – licking, sucking, nibbling and tasting - devouring each other in unrestrained passion. Hips thrust erratically and erections rub desperately through layers of denim, hands greedily seeking warm, bare skin.

Sprawled over Billy now, 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, groaning when Billy thrusts back to return the favor. Reaching between their heated bodies, Dom tears open Billy’s shirt and then begins trailing his long, lean fingers as well as kisses through the soft chest hair, only pausing when he finds a rosy nipple. Rubbing a scruffy cheek over the sensitive flesh, Dom takes the nub into his hot mouth and sucks gently.

“Dom,” Billy pants breathlessly, hips thrusting up against Dom’s belly. “Wait.”

Looking up, eyes dark with desire and arousal, Dom exhales a feathery breath across Billy’s exposed skin, eliciting a shiver.

“You want me to stop?”

He doesn’t even try to hide the disappointment in his eyes.

“No. Want to kiss you. Want your mouth. C’mere,” Billy requests softly, hands gripping Dom’s biceps and pulling him back up so their lips can meet again hungrily. Reaching between their bodies, he yanks up Dom’s shirt so their bare chests can meet. Hesitating for the briefest of moments, he then slides a hand inside Dom’s low slung jeans to caress a naked cheek, smiling when Dom moans lustily into his mouth and rolls his hips.

Long minutes later, Billy finally breaks the kiss and rolls onto his side, cuddling Dom snugly to his body. One hand slides under Dom’s jacket and t-shirt to stroke his smooth, lean back, the other threading through his now thoroughly mussed hair.

Nuzzling his face into the side of Billy’s neck, Dom whimpers softly, inhaling deep to take Billy’s scent into his lungs. Wedging a knee between Billy’s legs, he slides his fingers through the soft hair rubbing against his chest and sighs happily.

“So Dommie,” Billy says softly, a little breathless as he presses a cheek to Dom’s hair. “I bet this isn’t how you thought tonight would end when you left the pub.”

“No, it isn’t,” Dom replies, shoulder shaking with light laughter. “Would’ve lost my shirt on that bet.”

“A bit like I did?” Billy teases, gesturing to the ruins of his own clothing.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m not.”

“I’m really glad you followed me, Bills,” Dom says, pushing himself up on his elbow so their eyes can meet. “That you made me talk.”

“Me too, Dommie. Wish I’d done it a long time ago.”

Nibbling on his lower lip, Dom frowns. “Bills?”

“Yeah?”

Unsure of how to say it, Dom pauses to think.

“Something else you need to get off your chest there, Dommie?” Billy asks with a suggestive grin, pulling their bodies firmly together. “I wouldn’t object to helping you with your shirt. Or your trousers for that matter.”

Dom grins, but it fades as he pushes himself up in a sitting position.

“What happens now?” he asks softly.

Rising as well, Billy cups Dom’s cheek and kisses him gently, trying to reassure him. Billy can’t help but feel the tension in Dom’s body. The uncertainty.

“Well,” Billy says after a long moment. “I was hoping that you’d come home with me. Just to sleep,” he adds quickly at the surprised look in Dom’s eyes. “I mean, it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.”

“I meant tomorrow,” Dom clarifies, touched that Billy doesn’t want to be apart either. “What are we going to tell everyone?”

Eyes sparkling, a slow grin spreads across Billy’s flushed face. “Oh, I think they’ll figure it out pretty quick.”

Confused, Dom frowns again. “What do you mean?”

Wordlessly, Billy reaches out, fingers finding the rosy love bites on Dom’s neck. “I’ve marked you.”

Reaching out, Dom finds similar spots on Billy’s neck. “Me too.”

“And besides,” Billy says, taking Dom’s hand and threading their fingers together. “I’m tired of keeping secrets.”

Eyes smoldering in the soft moonlight bathing his skin, Dom smiles before curling back into Billy’s arms. “Me too.”

* * *

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