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sophrosyne31.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-06-20 02:07 am
Fic: Dom/Billy by Sophrosyne31
Title: Cock
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sophrosyne31
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is what they call idle fancy.
Feedback: will make me feel loved
Summary: Dom asks a very important question.
Dom looks up from his book. “Lady, love your cunt. Did you know Germaine Greer said that?”
“I did not,” says Billy, still gazing out over the balcony.
“Do you love your cock?” Dom puts the book down on his lap. “Billy. It’s important. I know you have a cock. As do I. Do you love your cock?”
Billy turns and looks at him. The wind’s whipped his hair into a one-sided wedge and his eyes are bright from the sea breeze. Billy’s looking almost post-coital. “I’ll have to take that one under advisement, Dominic. Can you expand on that? In what sense are we talking? Objective or subjective?”
Dom smoothes his own hair, wipes wisps out of his eyes. Looks at his lap. “Do you love it, do you cherish it, do you love the things it does for you, do you soothe it with lotions and buff it up with a chamois from time to time? Do you take care of it?”
Billy slides down to sit on the wooden slats. His knees cant out and his jeans wrinkle at the crotch.
Dom stares at Billy’s groin. “Do you love your cock,” he goes on, more huskily. He pushes at the hair in his eyes again and then his hand’s on the cover of the book, where it lies facedown over his own crotch.
“I—yes, I do love my cock,” says Billy, also a bit more softly. They both seem hypnotized from repeating the word. Cock. Its syllable makes their lips open roundly every time. “I’m very fond of it. Had it since I was a little boy. It’s warm and soft and hard and it’s served me very well.”
“I go to sleep holding mine,” offers Dom. The cover of the book has raised slightly at one end.
“I wash mine every day,” says Billy proudly. “I soap it all up with my palm and give it a good rub.” He lets his knees slip a bit further apart. It looks like he needs the room.
“A good slow rub? That’s what I do, I rub and rub it till it’s really clean. Then sometimes I clean it again just to make sure.” Dom’s fingers stroke idly down the spine of the book. “It seems to like that, it gets hard and shiny and then I know that it knows I love it.”
“Ah, but does it really?” and Billy tips himself forward onto his knees and comes to rest with his face near Dom’s knees. Dom moves them apart a little.
“I keep it in the best underwear and sing to it at night,” Dom whispers.
“What do you sing?” Billy nudges his face between Dom’s thighs. The book falls to the floor with a thud. The breeze runs over them and Dom realises he’s quite hot.
“I sing, I love you, I love you,” says Dom.
Billy’s face is close to Dom’s groin and the round length apparent behind the zip. “And does it sing back?”
Dom strokes the back of Billy’s head and tickles it towards him. “It sings to me a little song.”
Billy’s hand comes up and rests on Dom’s zipper. Dom looks at him and puts his hand on Billy’s. “A little sad song,” Dom says.
“Sad?”
“A lonely song.” They’re both breathing and looking and thinking about cocks. The day is very quiet.
“Mine can sing, Dom,” says Billy. He pulls down the zip, very slowly. Places his other hand on his own erection. “Mine can sing duets.”
“We love our cocks,” Dom murmurs, as Billy pulls his into the fresh sea breeze and warms it with his mouth. “We love them very much.”
Author:
sophrosyne31Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is what they call idle fancy.
Feedback: will make me feel loved
Summary: Dom asks a very important question.
Dom looks up from his book. “Lady, love your cunt. Did you know Germaine Greer said that?”
“I did not,” says Billy, still gazing out over the balcony.
“Do you love your cock?” Dom puts the book down on his lap. “Billy. It’s important. I know you have a cock. As do I. Do you love your cock?”
Billy turns and looks at him. The wind’s whipped his hair into a one-sided wedge and his eyes are bright from the sea breeze. Billy’s looking almost post-coital. “I’ll have to take that one under advisement, Dominic. Can you expand on that? In what sense are we talking? Objective or subjective?”
Dom smoothes his own hair, wipes wisps out of his eyes. Looks at his lap. “Do you love it, do you cherish it, do you love the things it does for you, do you soothe it with lotions and buff it up with a chamois from time to time? Do you take care of it?”
Billy slides down to sit on the wooden slats. His knees cant out and his jeans wrinkle at the crotch.
Dom stares at Billy’s groin. “Do you love your cock,” he goes on, more huskily. He pushes at the hair in his eyes again and then his hand’s on the cover of the book, where it lies facedown over his own crotch.
“I—yes, I do love my cock,” says Billy, also a bit more softly. They both seem hypnotized from repeating the word. Cock. Its syllable makes their lips open roundly every time. “I’m very fond of it. Had it since I was a little boy. It’s warm and soft and hard and it’s served me very well.”
“I go to sleep holding mine,” offers Dom. The cover of the book has raised slightly at one end.
“I wash mine every day,” says Billy proudly. “I soap it all up with my palm and give it a good rub.” He lets his knees slip a bit further apart. It looks like he needs the room.
“A good slow rub? That’s what I do, I rub and rub it till it’s really clean. Then sometimes I clean it again just to make sure.” Dom’s fingers stroke idly down the spine of the book. “It seems to like that, it gets hard and shiny and then I know that it knows I love it.”
“Ah, but does it really?” and Billy tips himself forward onto his knees and comes to rest with his face near Dom’s knees. Dom moves them apart a little.
“I keep it in the best underwear and sing to it at night,” Dom whispers.
“What do you sing?” Billy nudges his face between Dom’s thighs. The book falls to the floor with a thud. The breeze runs over them and Dom realises he’s quite hot.
“I sing, I love you, I love you,” says Dom.
Billy’s face is close to Dom’s groin and the round length apparent behind the zip. “And does it sing back?”
Dom strokes the back of Billy’s head and tickles it towards him. “It sings to me a little song.”
Billy’s hand comes up and rests on Dom’s zipper. Dom looks at him and puts his hand on Billy’s. “A little sad song,” Dom says.
“Sad?”
“A lonely song.” They’re both breathing and looking and thinking about cocks. The day is very quiet.
“Mine can sing, Dom,” says Billy. He pulls down the zip, very slowly. Places his other hand on his own erection. “Mine can sing duets.”
“We love our cocks,” Dom murmurs, as Billy pulls his into the fresh sea breeze and warms it with his mouth. “We love them very much.”
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...do you soothe it with lotions and buff it up with a chamois from time to time?
love that line - the image is - whoa...
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And since there are the Vagina Monologues and Marijuana Monologues - there certainly should be the Penis Monologues.
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*puts your missing socks on dom and billy's penises to keep them warm*
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*is happy to make Nesseh and Weasel happy*
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:D
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And all your other kind words, that's exactly the fb that makes me verrah happy indeed! Thank you!
PENIS MONOLOGUES. The whole phallocratic world is a penis monologue, m'dear! but have you ever seen that film (I think it's called) Dick?
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who said that?
thank you!
*prances off*
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Unfortunately, don't think I have, but now my interest is piqued.
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Just sayin'.