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desire-billy.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Feb. 10th, 2004 05:26 pm)Title: Sex Dance (2/?)
Author: desire_billy
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17 (Not so much this chapter, sorry!)
Feedback: Please
Author's Notes:
Summary: Billy shows Dom a new dance.
“Dom,” Billy called in a whisper afraid if he said it any louder his eyes would pop out of their sockets.
Dom did not answer. Why would he? He wasn’t in Billy’s room. Billy had woke unsure of how he got to bed the night before, unsure of what he had done the night before. All he knew now was that he hurt from his head to his toes, and he was pretty sure something had climbed into his mouth and died. He needed Dom to help him get out of bed so he could at least brush his teeth.
Billy mustered up the courage to try calling for Dom a little louder, “DOM?”
“Was that any louder,” he wondered. “What did I drink last night?” Billy couldn’t remember, but he was sure that Orlando had something to do with it. Billy had felt this way one other time, and Orlando had been the culprit. Damn that elf and his ego. Of course Billy’s ego was never to blame.
“DOOOMMM?” That was definitely louder. Billy knew because he felt his eyes poke out of his head and his ears implode.
“That fucking little prissy ass elf is a dead man if I live through this!” Billy thought. Then again Billy knew he could never admit a hangover like this to Orlando lest he be demeaned for the rest of his life.
Billy decided Dom was either past out, not there or perhaps Billy wasn’t at home. Billy opened his eyes as much as he could bear and decided he was at home. His room. His bed. So where the hell was Dom? Dom ALWAYS stayed with him when he had had too much to drink. Dom ALWAYS took care of him. Maybe Dom had had too much to drink, also. Billy tried to remember the night before, but his head protested to the use of his dehydrated brain.
Billy flung his arms about trying to find something close enough to him to fling at the wall. If Dom was indeed there, but past out, surely the sound of something solid slamming into Billy’s wall would alert Dom that his presence was needed. The first thing Billy came into contact with was his alarm clock. He grabbed it and tried to throw it, but as it was still plugged into the wall, and Billy was as weak as a newborn puppy, all he manage to do was drop the damn thing onto the carpeted floor.
“Shit,” Billy said to himself. He really needed to brush his teeth. He now recognized the foul taste in his mouth as tequila the morning after. Orlando! Billy cursed the young man’s ego again.
Billy reached out again and found a shoe. His first thought was, “What the hell is my shoe doing on my bed?” But, Billy didn’t really care, he just needed to drum up the strength to throw the bloody shoe. Billy took a deep breath and threw the shoe towards his door.
The good news is that he had the strength to hit the door, however, the bad news is Dom was opening the door at that same time. WHACK! The shoe hit him squarely in his chest. Dom was so shocked by this all he could do was stare at Billy.
Billy had his eyes closed and at not hearing the shoe make contact with the door he assumed the shoe had made it no further than the bed. At least until Dom spoke.
“What did you do that for, you wanker?”
Billy jumped and opened one eye. He didn’t have the strength to open both. “Dom. Oh God, Dommie thank God you’re here. I pretty sure this is it for me. When I die, don’t let Elijah take my kilt. He wants it I know!”
Dom, still pissed at being hit with a shoe, replied, “Nobody wants your damn skirt!”
“Kilt, Dommie, kilt.”
Dom entered the room, “Whatever! Why did you through a shoe at me?”
“I didn’t. At least not at you. I mean, oh for fuck’s sake it was an accident. Now help me!”
Dom put a hand out to help Billy sit up. Billy groaned as he sat up and the pain in his head discovered gravity and jumped up and down for joy. Billy’s hand instinctively went to his head.
Dom wondered if Billy had any memory of what had happened between them in the manager’s office last night. Dom asked, “Billy, do you remember anything about last night. Do you know what happened?” Dom’s heart raced as he prepared himself for the worse.
Hands still on his head, Billy replied, “All I know is that somehow Orlando will pay for this. Somehow someway. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but he will pay. If he ever gets married, I swear to God I’ll drop a micky in his champagne!” Billy looked up at Dom, “So what happened last night? Did I make a fool of myself? Oh God, tell me I didn’t do a table dance like last time?! Tell me Dom, did I?”
Dom was afraid of this. Billy didn’t remember now, but he may later. Dom didn’t know what to do. “No, Billy you didn’t table dance. You…well let’s just say you did some interesting dancing out on the dance floor though.”
Billy smiled and put a hand on Dom’s arm, “Oh thank God. Who cares about the dance floor!? All kinds of things happen out there that no one sees! Whew!”
Billy started to stand but was unsteady so he held out a hand to Dom. “Help me into the bathroom, so I can get rid of this taste in my mouth!”
Dom froze. Exactly what taste was Billy referring to? Dom panicked; afraid Billy would remember right there in front of him and say something terrible. When Dom didn’t take Billy’s outstretch arm Billy said rather curtly, “Are you gonna help me or just watch me fall on my face?”
Dom snapped out of it and grabbed Billy’s arm, “Oh, sorry Bills!” He wrapped an arm around Billy, and Billy wrapped an arm around Dom. Whether it was Dom helping Billy or the other way around, this was a very familiar scene for both.. But now, after last night, the feel of Billy’s arm around Dom took on a whole different feel.
Dom had driven them home last night after they left the club. They had only stayed another 20 minutes or so after their escapade in the manager’s office. Billy past out half way home. Dom always stayed with Billy when he had gotten this drunk, and Billy did the same for him. It’s what best mates did for each other. Now, what Billy and Dom did for each other earlier in the evening, well Dom wasn’t so sure best mates did that on a regular basis.
After arriving home. Dom practically carried Billy into his flat and to bed. He had taken Billy’s shirt, shoes and pants off of him before tucking him into bed just as he done in the past, but now laying Billy’s half-naked body into bed felt odd. Not necessarily bad, but odd. Dom got his customary pillow and blanket out of the closet and lay on the sofa waiting for the morning and Billy’s hangover.
Dom now had Billy in the bathroom. Billy leaned against the sink and looked at his reflection. “Oh boy, I look like hell. Gonna be a rough day Dommie.”
Dom smiled and started the shower. Billy started brushing his teeth, and Dom could see the relief washing over Billy’s face. He laughed as he too knew the wasteland too many tequila shots could leave in your mouth. Dom turned his back to Billy to check the water temperature. When he was satisfied he turned to find a very naked Billy in front of him. Dom was thankful Billy didn’t notice Dom’s shock. Billy thanked Dom and brushed past him as he stepped into the shower.
Dom finally choked out, “So, well , then you alright then Bills?”
“Mmm, yea. Coffee, Dom.” Billy replied.
Dom already had the coffee-pot going. He walked out to the living room and sat on the couch. He put his hands on his face and leaned back. “What is going to happen when Billy remembers?” Dom wondered. He had no regrets about what they did. In fact he was hoping they could do it again, real soon in fact. Just the memory of Billy between his legs gave him a woody. Dom loved Billy and would die for him. He wasn’t sure it was THAT kind of love, but he did love him.
Dom stood up and went into the kitchen. He poured a cup of coffee for Billy and fixed it the way he knew Billy liked it. Two sugars with lots of cream. He walked back to the bathroom. He knocked, but didn’t get an answer. The water was still running, so he figured Billy didn’t hear the knock. Dom opened the door a little and yelled, “Bills, I got your coffee.” He opened the door wider and sat the cup on the counter. As he stepped back to leave the room he saw Billy’s reflection in the steamed mirror.
Billy was standing just out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. The way he was looking at Dom, Dom knew Billy had remembered.
Dom backed out of the bathroom, grabbed his jacket and was on his way out the front door unable to take any harsh words Billy might have for him. He stopped as he heard Billy.
“Dom, wait. Shit, Dom. I need you.” Dom spun around at hearing these heart felt words. Billy was walking down the hall towards Dom. His hair messed from the shower, his body still wet. Dom didn’t know what to say. However, Dom’s world was hit head on with reality as Billy clarified.
“You know I won’t be able to function today. I need you to stay and take of me. We’ll talk about this later, right now I need to go throw up.” Billy turned and Dom walked after him.
Dom would stand behind Billy at the toilet and hold Billy’s head and stroke his hair telling him he was going to be ok, just as he had done in the past.
Author: desire_billy
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17 (Not so much this chapter, sorry!)
Feedback: Please
Author's Notes:
Summary: Billy shows Dom a new dance.
“Dom,” Billy called in a whisper afraid if he said it any louder his eyes would pop out of their sockets.
Dom did not answer. Why would he? He wasn’t in Billy’s room. Billy had woke unsure of how he got to bed the night before, unsure of what he had done the night before. All he knew now was that he hurt from his head to his toes, and he was pretty sure something had climbed into his mouth and died. He needed Dom to help him get out of bed so he could at least brush his teeth.
Billy mustered up the courage to try calling for Dom a little louder, “DOM?”
“Was that any louder,” he wondered. “What did I drink last night?” Billy couldn’t remember, but he was sure that Orlando had something to do with it. Billy had felt this way one other time, and Orlando had been the culprit. Damn that elf and his ego. Of course Billy’s ego was never to blame.
“DOOOMMM?” That was definitely louder. Billy knew because he felt his eyes poke out of his head and his ears implode.
“That fucking little prissy ass elf is a dead man if I live through this!” Billy thought. Then again Billy knew he could never admit a hangover like this to Orlando lest he be demeaned for the rest of his life.
Billy decided Dom was either past out, not there or perhaps Billy wasn’t at home. Billy opened his eyes as much as he could bear and decided he was at home. His room. His bed. So where the hell was Dom? Dom ALWAYS stayed with him when he had had too much to drink. Dom ALWAYS took care of him. Maybe Dom had had too much to drink, also. Billy tried to remember the night before, but his head protested to the use of his dehydrated brain.
Billy flung his arms about trying to find something close enough to him to fling at the wall. If Dom was indeed there, but past out, surely the sound of something solid slamming into Billy’s wall would alert Dom that his presence was needed. The first thing Billy came into contact with was his alarm clock. He grabbed it and tried to throw it, but as it was still plugged into the wall, and Billy was as weak as a newborn puppy, all he manage to do was drop the damn thing onto the carpeted floor.
“Shit,” Billy said to himself. He really needed to brush his teeth. He now recognized the foul taste in his mouth as tequila the morning after. Orlando! Billy cursed the young man’s ego again.
Billy reached out again and found a shoe. His first thought was, “What the hell is my shoe doing on my bed?” But, Billy didn’t really care, he just needed to drum up the strength to throw the bloody shoe. Billy took a deep breath and threw the shoe towards his door.
The good news is that he had the strength to hit the door, however, the bad news is Dom was opening the door at that same time. WHACK! The shoe hit him squarely in his chest. Dom was so shocked by this all he could do was stare at Billy.
Billy had his eyes closed and at not hearing the shoe make contact with the door he assumed the shoe had made it no further than the bed. At least until Dom spoke.
“What did you do that for, you wanker?”
Billy jumped and opened one eye. He didn’t have the strength to open both. “Dom. Oh God, Dommie thank God you’re here. I pretty sure this is it for me. When I die, don’t let Elijah take my kilt. He wants it I know!”
Dom, still pissed at being hit with a shoe, replied, “Nobody wants your damn skirt!”
“Kilt, Dommie, kilt.”
Dom entered the room, “Whatever! Why did you through a shoe at me?”
“I didn’t. At least not at you. I mean, oh for fuck’s sake it was an accident. Now help me!”
Dom put a hand out to help Billy sit up. Billy groaned as he sat up and the pain in his head discovered gravity and jumped up and down for joy. Billy’s hand instinctively went to his head.
Dom wondered if Billy had any memory of what had happened between them in the manager’s office last night. Dom asked, “Billy, do you remember anything about last night. Do you know what happened?” Dom’s heart raced as he prepared himself for the worse.
Hands still on his head, Billy replied, “All I know is that somehow Orlando will pay for this. Somehow someway. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but he will pay. If he ever gets married, I swear to God I’ll drop a micky in his champagne!” Billy looked up at Dom, “So what happened last night? Did I make a fool of myself? Oh God, tell me I didn’t do a table dance like last time?! Tell me Dom, did I?”
Dom was afraid of this. Billy didn’t remember now, but he may later. Dom didn’t know what to do. “No, Billy you didn’t table dance. You…well let’s just say you did some interesting dancing out on the dance floor though.”
Billy smiled and put a hand on Dom’s arm, “Oh thank God. Who cares about the dance floor!? All kinds of things happen out there that no one sees! Whew!”
Billy started to stand but was unsteady so he held out a hand to Dom. “Help me into the bathroom, so I can get rid of this taste in my mouth!”
Dom froze. Exactly what taste was Billy referring to? Dom panicked; afraid Billy would remember right there in front of him and say something terrible. When Dom didn’t take Billy’s outstretch arm Billy said rather curtly, “Are you gonna help me or just watch me fall on my face?”
Dom snapped out of it and grabbed Billy’s arm, “Oh, sorry Bills!” He wrapped an arm around Billy, and Billy wrapped an arm around Dom. Whether it was Dom helping Billy or the other way around, this was a very familiar scene for both.. But now, after last night, the feel of Billy’s arm around Dom took on a whole different feel.
Dom had driven them home last night after they left the club. They had only stayed another 20 minutes or so after their escapade in the manager’s office. Billy past out half way home. Dom always stayed with Billy when he had gotten this drunk, and Billy did the same for him. It’s what best mates did for each other. Now, what Billy and Dom did for each other earlier in the evening, well Dom wasn’t so sure best mates did that on a regular basis.
After arriving home. Dom practically carried Billy into his flat and to bed. He had taken Billy’s shirt, shoes and pants off of him before tucking him into bed just as he done in the past, but now laying Billy’s half-naked body into bed felt odd. Not necessarily bad, but odd. Dom got his customary pillow and blanket out of the closet and lay on the sofa waiting for the morning and Billy’s hangover.
Dom now had Billy in the bathroom. Billy leaned against the sink and looked at his reflection. “Oh boy, I look like hell. Gonna be a rough day Dommie.”
Dom smiled and started the shower. Billy started brushing his teeth, and Dom could see the relief washing over Billy’s face. He laughed as he too knew the wasteland too many tequila shots could leave in your mouth. Dom turned his back to Billy to check the water temperature. When he was satisfied he turned to find a very naked Billy in front of him. Dom was thankful Billy didn’t notice Dom’s shock. Billy thanked Dom and brushed past him as he stepped into the shower.
Dom finally choked out, “So, well , then you alright then Bills?”
“Mmm, yea. Coffee, Dom.” Billy replied.
Dom already had the coffee-pot going. He walked out to the living room and sat on the couch. He put his hands on his face and leaned back. “What is going to happen when Billy remembers?” Dom wondered. He had no regrets about what they did. In fact he was hoping they could do it again, real soon in fact. Just the memory of Billy between his legs gave him a woody. Dom loved Billy and would die for him. He wasn’t sure it was THAT kind of love, but he did love him.
Dom stood up and went into the kitchen. He poured a cup of coffee for Billy and fixed it the way he knew Billy liked it. Two sugars with lots of cream. He walked back to the bathroom. He knocked, but didn’t get an answer. The water was still running, so he figured Billy didn’t hear the knock. Dom opened the door a little and yelled, “Bills, I got your coffee.” He opened the door wider and sat the cup on the counter. As he stepped back to leave the room he saw Billy’s reflection in the steamed mirror.
Billy was standing just out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. The way he was looking at Dom, Dom knew Billy had remembered.
Dom backed out of the bathroom, grabbed his jacket and was on his way out the front door unable to take any harsh words Billy might have for him. He stopped as he heard Billy.
“Dom, wait. Shit, Dom. I need you.” Dom spun around at hearing these heart felt words. Billy was walking down the hall towards Dom. His hair messed from the shower, his body still wet. Dom didn’t know what to say. However, Dom’s world was hit head on with reality as Billy clarified.
“You know I won’t be able to function today. I need you to stay and take of me. We’ll talk about this later, right now I need to go throw up.” Billy turned and Dom walked after him.
Dom would stand behind Billy at the toilet and hold Billy’s head and stroke his hair telling him he was going to be ok, just as he had done in the past.
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