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Fic: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This, Billy/Dom/Elijah
Title: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sophrosyne31
Pairing: Billy/Dom/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I swear, I was here when my mind made it all up just now.
Feedback: Is almost as good as morning sex
Summary: The bed is warm when they wake up.
“I dreamed.”
Dom rolls onto his back. His eyes are still closed and his lips are smooth with sleep. His fingers grope for Billy’s balls, hold them absently.
“What did you dream?” Billy’s mouth is mushed into Dom’s shoulder. He can’t remember where he put his legs, but he knows where his tummy is, right up against Dom’s hip. All their bones seem aerated, like they’re made of pumice. It’s strange how sleeping makes bodies lighter, instead of heavier.
“I dreamed…” Dom trails off again. He sighs. Billy chews bluntly against his shoulder for a moment. Dom jerks awake and fumbles his fingers further around Billy’s testicles into the damp warmth. Billy hasn’t got the strength to ignore this.
“That my life was a pool table. And all the balls were cubes.”
“Ah.”
“I tried to move them, you know? But the white would just go plonk onto its side. So feeble. It took ages.”
“Ah.”
Dom’s hand smoothes around the heavy flesh in its palm. Billy squirms slightly into the pressure. All his porous bones feel suddenly firm and full of juice. He’s a sucker for the morning shag. His mouth fills with water to irrigate the clods of thickness there.
Suddenly there’s a stirring behind him. A hard little arse bumps Billy.
“Umph. Uh. Ack.”
There’s another hand on Billy’s balls now. It tangles with Dom’s, shuffles up to take his cock in a loose grip. Relaxes.
“Come on Lij. Make an effort, son,” says Billy, twisting around a bit. His heavy head digs into the pillow and locates Elijah’s soft mouth.
“I’m asleep.” Elijah’s voice is almost a moan. Billy butts at Elijah’s face until it comes off the pillow a notch. Then Billy’s nuzzling at vacant lips, until there’s a hint of tasty tongue. Elijah tastes of salt and cigarettes. Billy gets hard, and Elijah’s hand clenches reflexively. They kiss rather ferociously for people who are just awake.
Dom’s still mumbling testicles in his hand, more firmly now, and his head appears over Billy’s shoulder.
“Is this breakfast?” he asks. “Where’s the sugar, honey?”
“Honey’s on my—“ Billy says, surfacing for a moment. He twists back to give Dom a peck on the cheek; misses; gets his nose instead. He tries again. Dom’s face is soft with stubble and it doesn’t really matter where Billy kisses, it’s all good.
“Guess it’s my turn to do the dishes,” Dom says with an exaggerated sigh, and rummages his way down under the covers. His mouth wets Billy’s thigh, just inside from his crotch. A tongue burrows upwards and nibbles the end of his cock where Elijah’s hand doesn’t cover. Billy arches a bit and finds Elijah’s face again where it’s waiting for him.
“You’ve got it all this morning,” Elijah says, and takes Billy’s hand to put it on his own erection.
“I have,” Billy sighs. He puts his hand so his fingers tickle Elijah’s soft balls, and his pinky rubs teasingly at Elijah’s arse.
Dom’s working away under the covers. His head makes swooshing noises against the sheets. Billy raises the covers. “You got air down there?”
“Mmmm.”
The juice in Billy’s bones is running ripe now. He feels guilty for being so lazy. Works his hand on Elijah a bit more urgently.
“I know,” says Elijah. He scrambles out from the covers, flops back the other way so his hips face Billy’s mouth and he can reach around, under the sheets, to where Dom’s bum makes a blanketed curve. Billy feels Dom gasp on his cock.
Everything’s got rhythm now, and though it’s tricky keeping two mouths and one pumping hand going, they’re easy with the pace. Elijah’s cock is salty in Billy’s mouth, like his mouth was, and it’s so firm and nice, and Dom’s going great guns on him, and making hard little grunts of satisfaction. It seems a shame, almost, when Elijah’s hips jerk suddenly towards Billy’s mouth (making him gag a bit) and Elijah says “ohhhh” and then Billy has to stop to find a tissue and spit.
Dom doesn’t let up, except to buckle a bit when he hears Elijah’s moan, and he sucks and gropes at Billy faster after that, Elijah’s weak arm recovering strength after a minute and pistoning away, and then Elijah kneels his way behind Dom and uncovers him. Dom’s sweaty pink face comes up blinking in the light and Billy swoops him forward for a kiss.
“Shove over, man, and get a condom,” says Elijah.
“Just call me Cinderella,” grumbles Dom into Billy’s mouth. “Just the scullery maid around here.”
“You’re going to fuck me, asshole,” grins Elijah, and Dom straightens up. Elijah slithers in over Billy, mashing his lips and using a wicked tongue to keep him entertained while Billy’s cock is temporarily unattended. “Ok,” Elijah says when Dom’s ready, and goes down to suck Billy some more. He braces himself so he can use one hand on Billy’s cock, the other on Billy’s arse, and tilts his own bottom in the air. Dom steadies himself behind.
“See, that’s what Cinderella should look like,” says Dom. Elijah gasps, rocks, then steadies. Billy watches, amused, then distracted by Elijah’s finger wriggling inside his arse. Everything seems very hot and dreamy and sharp.
Dom fucks Elijah, and Elijah tenses against him, and every time Dom thrusts forward Elijah fucks Billy’s arse with his fingers and dashes his tongue up and around Billy’s cock, and the three of them shove back and forth in one smooth movement every four seconds, then every three, every two--
“Ack! Oh! Fuck!” yelps Dom. He gives Elijah an extra hard push, and Elijah’s fingers curl sharply inside Billy. That, and the sight of Dom’s face flushing full, and Elijah’s hungry mouth loosening momentarily on his cock floods Billy with so much joy and momentum he can’t hold on, and he arches back, and Dom’s still moaning fretfully when Billy groans loudly and Elijah moans too just because, and then they all quieten and sigh out and then start laughing and slump over each other. Billy's bones are mush again.
“So,” says Elijah, crushed contentedly between Dom and Billy.
“So,” says Dom. “That worked so much better than my poor square pool balls.”
“You know,” says Billy, wheezing and reaching down to stroke Elijah’s dark head, “I think I dreamed this once.”
Author:
sophrosyne31Pairing: Billy/Dom/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I swear, I was here when my mind made it all up just now.
Feedback: Is almost as good as morning sex
Summary: The bed is warm when they wake up.
“I dreamed.”
Dom rolls onto his back. His eyes are still closed and his lips are smooth with sleep. His fingers grope for Billy’s balls, hold them absently.
“What did you dream?” Billy’s mouth is mushed into Dom’s shoulder. He can’t remember where he put his legs, but he knows where his tummy is, right up against Dom’s hip. All their bones seem aerated, like they’re made of pumice. It’s strange how sleeping makes bodies lighter, instead of heavier.
“I dreamed…” Dom trails off again. He sighs. Billy chews bluntly against his shoulder for a moment. Dom jerks awake and fumbles his fingers further around Billy’s testicles into the damp warmth. Billy hasn’t got the strength to ignore this.
“That my life was a pool table. And all the balls were cubes.”
“Ah.”
“I tried to move them, you know? But the white would just go plonk onto its side. So feeble. It took ages.”
“Ah.”
Dom’s hand smoothes around the heavy flesh in its palm. Billy squirms slightly into the pressure. All his porous bones feel suddenly firm and full of juice. He’s a sucker for the morning shag. His mouth fills with water to irrigate the clods of thickness there.
Suddenly there’s a stirring behind him. A hard little arse bumps Billy.
“Umph. Uh. Ack.”
There’s another hand on Billy’s balls now. It tangles with Dom’s, shuffles up to take his cock in a loose grip. Relaxes.
“Come on Lij. Make an effort, son,” says Billy, twisting around a bit. His heavy head digs into the pillow and locates Elijah’s soft mouth.
“I’m asleep.” Elijah’s voice is almost a moan. Billy butts at Elijah’s face until it comes off the pillow a notch. Then Billy’s nuzzling at vacant lips, until there’s a hint of tasty tongue. Elijah tastes of salt and cigarettes. Billy gets hard, and Elijah’s hand clenches reflexively. They kiss rather ferociously for people who are just awake.
Dom’s still mumbling testicles in his hand, more firmly now, and his head appears over Billy’s shoulder.
“Is this breakfast?” he asks. “Where’s the sugar, honey?”
“Honey’s on my—“ Billy says, surfacing for a moment. He twists back to give Dom a peck on the cheek; misses; gets his nose instead. He tries again. Dom’s face is soft with stubble and it doesn’t really matter where Billy kisses, it’s all good.
“Guess it’s my turn to do the dishes,” Dom says with an exaggerated sigh, and rummages his way down under the covers. His mouth wets Billy’s thigh, just inside from his crotch. A tongue burrows upwards and nibbles the end of his cock where Elijah’s hand doesn’t cover. Billy arches a bit and finds Elijah’s face again where it’s waiting for him.
“You’ve got it all this morning,” Elijah says, and takes Billy’s hand to put it on his own erection.
“I have,” Billy sighs. He puts his hand so his fingers tickle Elijah’s soft balls, and his pinky rubs teasingly at Elijah’s arse.
Dom’s working away under the covers. His head makes swooshing noises against the sheets. Billy raises the covers. “You got air down there?”
“Mmmm.”
The juice in Billy’s bones is running ripe now. He feels guilty for being so lazy. Works his hand on Elijah a bit more urgently.
“I know,” says Elijah. He scrambles out from the covers, flops back the other way so his hips face Billy’s mouth and he can reach around, under the sheets, to where Dom’s bum makes a blanketed curve. Billy feels Dom gasp on his cock.
Everything’s got rhythm now, and though it’s tricky keeping two mouths and one pumping hand going, they’re easy with the pace. Elijah’s cock is salty in Billy’s mouth, like his mouth was, and it’s so firm and nice, and Dom’s going great guns on him, and making hard little grunts of satisfaction. It seems a shame, almost, when Elijah’s hips jerk suddenly towards Billy’s mouth (making him gag a bit) and Elijah says “ohhhh” and then Billy has to stop to find a tissue and spit.
Dom doesn’t let up, except to buckle a bit when he hears Elijah’s moan, and he sucks and gropes at Billy faster after that, Elijah’s weak arm recovering strength after a minute and pistoning away, and then Elijah kneels his way behind Dom and uncovers him. Dom’s sweaty pink face comes up blinking in the light and Billy swoops him forward for a kiss.
“Shove over, man, and get a condom,” says Elijah.
“Just call me Cinderella,” grumbles Dom into Billy’s mouth. “Just the scullery maid around here.”
“You’re going to fuck me, asshole,” grins Elijah, and Dom straightens up. Elijah slithers in over Billy, mashing his lips and using a wicked tongue to keep him entertained while Billy’s cock is temporarily unattended. “Ok,” Elijah says when Dom’s ready, and goes down to suck Billy some more. He braces himself so he can use one hand on Billy’s cock, the other on Billy’s arse, and tilts his own bottom in the air. Dom steadies himself behind.
“See, that’s what Cinderella should look like,” says Dom. Elijah gasps, rocks, then steadies. Billy watches, amused, then distracted by Elijah’s finger wriggling inside his arse. Everything seems very hot and dreamy and sharp.
Dom fucks Elijah, and Elijah tenses against him, and every time Dom thrusts forward Elijah fucks Billy’s arse with his fingers and dashes his tongue up and around Billy’s cock, and the three of them shove back and forth in one smooth movement every four seconds, then every three, every two--
“Ack! Oh! Fuck!” yelps Dom. He gives Elijah an extra hard push, and Elijah’s fingers curl sharply inside Billy. That, and the sight of Dom’s face flushing full, and Elijah’s hungry mouth loosening momentarily on his cock floods Billy with so much joy and momentum he can’t hold on, and he arches back, and Dom’s still moaning fretfully when Billy groans loudly and Elijah moans too just because, and then they all quieten and sigh out and then start laughing and slump over each other. Billy's bones are mush again.
“So,” says Elijah, crushed contentedly between Dom and Billy.
“So,” says Dom. “That worked so much better than my poor square pool balls.”
“You know,” says Billy, wheezing and reaching down to stroke Elijah’s dark head, “I think I dreamed this once.”