The Dombilleh schmoop-fest

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This assortment of Dom/Billy ficlets seem to have turned themselves into some kind of series. So here I mush them all up together for the people's amusement. All have been previously posted in my journal.

Title: Le Schmoop
Author: sophrosyne31
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: varied, each rated separately
Disclaimer: completely fictional and fanciful
Feedback: is as joyful as schmoop
A/N: a bunch of wee ficlets all featuring inane banter and sexual frolicking


A/N: original headers are included for each ficlet. Many thanks to all who have previously commented and recklessly encouraged me.

Title: Subsonic
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: G
Disclaimer: purely fictional in the interests of random joy
Feedback: will make me even happier
A/N: for sparktastic, to make up for the sad Dom/Billy I wrote her earlier which she's going to post for me soon.


“Dom,” said Billy.

“Billy,” said Dom.

“You’re so radiant today you’re making my ears ache. No, really, I think you’re giving off some kind of subsonic vibration. You see how they’re a bit pink at the edges?”

“I’m supersonic, I’m subatomic,” said Dom, smiling, yawning. His straining-out-arms lifted up and sank down on either side of him; his fingers twinkled at Billy’s ear.

“I can’t feel that, you see. My ear’s gone numb. Your enormous molecular charisma has numbed me.”

Dom took a sip of coffee.

“Yes.”

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“No.” He blew into the foam, making a hollow pit in the beige cream. He stuck his tongue right out and licked into the bubbles and scooped up a fleck of froth. His tongue pasted it onto Billy’s cheek. Dom sat back, grinning.

“See, that’s why you’re special,” said Billy, going faintly pink and still.

Dom twitched with happiness. Billy left the froth on his face for a while. Then Dom licked it off, shyly. And they smiled at each other, and got off the couch, and went to see what other people were doing that might make them even happier, if that was possible.




Title: Bicker
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: G
Disclaimer: fictional product of transit lounge


"You ask him."

"No, you ask him."

"No, you."

"Oh for the love of Pete," says Billy, "we really are turning into Perry and Mippin."

"You mean Merry and Pippin."

"Just call me Dilly. You can be known as Bom. My god," says Billy, "I feel demented."

Dom smiles, sharpishly, mischief creeping his lips into a wide curve.

"But, but, but," he says.

"No, no, no!" Billy folds his arms and turns his head away.

"Yes, yes, yes," Dom insists, and bites Billy's ear. His fingers waggle in Billy's face. He puts one up Billy's nose.

Billy biffs Dom's nuzzling mouth away from teasing his sideburn. Dom watches with delight as Billy's mouth makes that pursey crinkle he loves.

"Elijah won't have a bar of it. He's got a bar of his own. Look at him, over there, making eyes at the bartender. Look, he's getting a shandy! for free! He's happy as a puppy in shit."

Dom cracks his knuckles. "I know how to get him away from the evil bartender of free shandies. We shall lure him with sweets and dildoes."

"We shall not, not, not," and Billy sighs, claps his hands on his thighs, and turns to Dom. He whacks his lips against Dom's and mushes them up. The salt of Dom's peanuts pricks against the inside of Billy's lips. "Do we really need Elijah?" he mumbles. "Boy's too loud."

"But, but, but," Dom says again. "He's got peppermint-flavoured lube. It's so bitey and cool on the skin! Billy! Bitey on the skin!"

Billy wonders how many sighs it'll take before he's down to his tidal breath. Lungs are soggy bags. He sags back in his seat.

"I'm not sure I can do it," he says sadly. "Now I just feel tired. You run off and play with Elijah. Make him burn you with his nibbly lube. Make him screech in your ear. The two of you will be happier without me. Would only bring you down."

"No, no, no!" Now Dom's pouting and sighing.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Elijah's over at the bar, eyeing Dom and Billy as they alternate nagging and slumping.

"Another one?" asks the bartender.

"I reckon," says Elijah. "I might be here a while." Now Dom's trying to plait Billy's chest hairs.

And Saturday night No. 23 in Wellington rambles on.




Title: Busted
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: all made up in my head, not for profit, just my own entertainment


“And then there was Emily, and Dan, god, he was a funny one; and oh, who was it? Fuck, that’s right, Andrew—he used to get out the body paints and do my arse green--“

Dom’s arm is a bit lumpy under Billy’s head as he lies back. Every time Dom laughs, his arm jerks like a stepped-on log and Billy’s head bounces forwards, and Billy’s heart snaps a bit more peevishly into its next beat. This has been going on a while too long.

He lets his hand slide, as if neglectedly, from Dom’s naked stomach down the slope to the tangle of hair and cock and balls, and squeezes gently down into it. Dom says, “I’ve never been so tired in my life, after those three days of just fucking, I mean, wildly fucking, man—“

Billy knows the genial smile is still on his face, because he can feel its horrible tackiness right over him, like some alien creature has its tentacles plastered to his skin, dragging the corners of his lips apart. Dom’s absolutely impossible to lie next to now, he’s giggling so hard and staring off through the window in nostalgia, and Billy’s awful stuck smile won’t unstick and the cock in his hand is soft enough for Billy to just want to fucking wring it. He huffs around onto his side, his own cock flipping down, unhandled, and shifts his hand to Dom’s balls.

“I tell you, Bills, those guys I used to go with? They were something else, they were—"

Billy bares his paralysed smiling little teeth up into Dom’s face. He thinks, And one day you can tell your next boyfriend the story about the Scotsman who pulled your balls so hard your feckin’ knees fell off. He clutches his handful of soft fragile flesh and prepares to tug.

“—a bunch of rubbish compared to you... Bills? You know?”




Title: The Winner of our Discontent
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I was there when I made this up
Feedback: will soothe my grouchy mood and stop me kicking the cat


“It’s not easy, you know,” says Dom, curled around Billy’s stomach. “It’s not easy being green.”

“You’re not green, Dom,” Billy says gently, tweaking Dom’s nipple. “You’re pink. Bright pink.”

“’S not easy being pink,” mumbles Dom. He runs mournful tickly fingers up Billy’s ribs. Little spiders of fondness crawl under Billy’s skin.

“Are you decided, then? Is it to be a full day of whingeing?”

“Yes. Yes. I’m not happy and I’m going to tell the world. People should know.”

Billy quite loves it when Dom shmoonches up his face like that. It makes it easier to kiss him, when his lips are all bunched together like two crinkled dates. He can’t quite reach for a kiss right now, though, with Dom slumped over his lower torso, so he sticks an affectionate finger into the pursey wrinkles of Dom’s mouth. Dom sucks on it a moment, his eyes closed.

“Is there nothing I can do?”

Dom nuzzles his face harder against Billy’s chest. Tiny little frizzes buzz into Billy’s skin from Dom’s stubble.

Dom spits out the finger.

“You could blow me,” he says. He wriggles in. Billy remains indomitable in his place.

“I could, aye. Or I could lie here and entertain myself with your sookiness. Kind of like sooking by proxy, yeah? I get to look all brave and jut-jawed and steely-eyed next to you. Protecting my feeble mate, and so on and so forth.”

“I am feeble,” Dom moans. “I can’t even make your nipple hard.” His fingers pluck hopefully at crinkleable flesh.

“If you perhaps did it with more feeling?” Billy suggests. Dom’s rough little face is forlorn, at least from Billy’s peering perspective above.

“I don’t have any feeling, I’m numb. I’m a victim of ennui, I’m all fatigued! Billy, I’ve peaked too soon.”

“Ah, well then. That’s too bad.” Billy relaxes back onto the pillow. There’s a pitiful silence.

Dom toys with Billy’s penis. He jogs Billy’s balls. He runs a thin finger up the inside of Billy’s thigh.

“If you could just—“ he starts.

Billy fakes a snore.

Dom wets his finger and runs it around the head of Billy’s cock. Billy concentrates very hard on not twitching.

“If you loved me—“ Dom’s voice is a whining child’s.

Billy lets his head sag against the pillow. He makes a few convincing sleeping jerks. He does another snore. Dom’s fingers keep on exploring. He’s whimpering now, very softly. Then:

“I need affirmation!”

Billy lets his arm drop heavily off Dom’s side onto the mattress.

There’s no hurry. Dom likes a bit of adversity. It’s just that he likes a good sulk, too. Something Billy will keep his own little secret. Dom always fucks better when he has something to prove, and Billy will make sure he has to prove something. Otherwise there’s no getting him out of bed (and up against the door).

Dom rocks impatiently against Billy’s side. “You heartless fucker,” he hisses.

Billy’s smile, hidden above Dom’s scowling face, is not that of a heartless man.




Title: Confessions
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: M
Disclaimer: this is obviously just made up by me
Feedback: is a kind of confession


“I’m starting to wonder,” says Dom, and he huffs his way up the pillow and dislodges Billy’s head from his chest for a moment, and Billy doesn’t grump but just settles his head back again calmly, “if we’re not getting a bit too fucking cute for our own good.”

“You what?” Billy’s voice is drowsy. His breath fluffs the frail hairs on Doms’ chest. Billy runs his finger dreamily down the trail until it rests in Dom’s belly button. “In my family, we call this your pog,” he murmurs.

“Well, you see? Exactly,” says Dom. He scratches at his ear.

“We’re too cute? I don’t see that.” Billy wiggles himself closer and puffs idly at Dom’s nipple. Dom squirms. “I’m not cute. I’m a nasty spiky anemone. Like a poisonous testicle. I am. Really, I am.”

“It’s like some kind of tradition now. We’re as cute as Elijah is brooding, like Orlando is scary, like Viggo is…”

“I think you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dom sighs, and pinches Billy’s pink cheek slightly savagely. “I know I don’t know what I mean. But we’re–we’re getting established. As cute.”

“Elijah is not brooding. Are you mad? Boy’s as brooding as a cheese sandwich. And Orlando, scary–even the porridge at breakfast is scarier–“

Dom says sharply, “Stop it! Stop being bloody–bloody–funny and smart! I can’t stand it! I think I’m getting old,” he says, slumping suddenly back on the pillow.

“Oh sweetheart," Billy says wickedly. "Let me twiddle your nipples. I’ll play the ping-pong banjo cd and we can make cubby houses shaped like modern museums. You’re all stressed, philosopher boy,” He kneads tenderly at Dom’s balls.

“I just–oh, I just–Billy!” Dom yelps. “Can you be serious for a minute?”

Billy stops plucking at Dom’s pubes. “What is it?” He screws his tiny mouth into a pout of thoughtfulness.

“I don’t think I can stand it. All this banter. All this schmoopiness. All we do is wisecrack. It’s unbearable! And get your hands off there!” Dom’s face is going pink in the middle. His stubble is looking frizzier. His knees get pointy.

Billy sits up. He puts his hands around Dom’s face. Dom’s ears poke out on either side. Billy kisses one of them, flaming under his lips, then Dom’s scrunched-up mouth.

“I’ll say something serious, then.”

“Billy. Please. Don’t do it. Don’t make a joke. I’ll kick my little feet and hold my breath until I turn–see? Even I can’t stop!”

“Dom. My Dominic. You know what I’d say if I were serious?”

Dom makes a noncommittal moan. His eyes are squeezed closed. His toes wiggle fretfully at the other end of the bed.

Billy leans in and whispers. “I’d say, I love you so much my heart is singing. I’d say,” and his voice gets very low and it thrums against Dom’s ear and his lips and his heart where Billy leans over him, “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.” He smiles against Dom's lips.

Dom doesn’t move for a moment. Then he opens his eyes. He looks at Billy. He smiles like he’s never smiled at Billy before. “I didn’t know that,” he says. He smiles wider. “Except, maybe, I did.”

Billy takes his hands off Dom’s face. “You bloody bloody little trollop,” he says, showing his teeth, and licks Dom’s eyelids until it all turns to kisses and yelps and there's just far too much fucking cuteness indeed.




Note: Billy’s quotes are from Stevie Smith, and from Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XVII:

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

ETA: the divine sparktastic has brought it to my absent-minded attention that this is the exact same poem she used in her fabulous 'Learning Curve' series, which I helped beta, and thus, though I thought I found this poem by myself, it turns out that, yet again, she is my muse. We are as one poetry-loving soul!




Title: Capitulation
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: another in a series of idle fancies
Feedback: will probably make me write more


“So, how about if we try getting the fuck out of bed for once?” Dom asks, eventually. “I mean, all we do is lie here and make each other laugh and fuck around. And, you know, fuck.”

”Sounds like a perfectly balanced healthy lifestyle to me,” says Billy from halfway down the bed. He’s lying between Dom’s thighs with his head on Dom’s tummy, smooshing his cheeks from one side to the other against the faint fuzz of hair. “I can’t imagine what more you could be wanting. We have bed, bullshitting, and bananas. All the necessaries.” He gestures to the side table.

”Point taken, Bills, but there’s a world out there. And it’s getting on four in the bloody afternoon.” Dom shifts gingerly, not wanting to disturb Billy’s fingers idling over his balls. “As we’ve discussed, we don’t want to get too cute.”

”Dom, you’ll never be cute to me,” Billy mumbles. “You’re too haggard to be cute. I mean, just look at your hair. What a disgrace.” He puts his nose curiously in Dom’s bellybutton.

Dom wriggles, ticklish. “Are you still obsessing over my–what did you call it? I just think, I was thinking–Bills!–I was thinking in my genius head that we do spend an awful lot of time in this decadent state of slothfulness. Even bloody Elijah isn’t this goosey. Fuck me, we’re getting fat. Since I met you all I seem to do–it’s been years, now–is lie here with you snuffling at me while we make jokes. And eat junk food. Something’s got to be done I say!”

Billy cranks himself up and shifts to sit on the edge of the bed. He reaches for his underwear from the floor and starts putting it on.

“What are you doing?”

“You said it’s time to get up. And up it is I’m getting. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. There you lie, like some pampered princess. Waiting for the world to come and bring you toast. There’s stuff to be done, Dom my lad!” He’s levering off the bed to pull his undies up over his bottom when Dom makes a grab for him.

“You–well-well, I didn’t mean right now.” Dom’s hands smooth the sides of Billy’s hips, tug Billy back down. “I thought maybe first we could play the lobster game?” He peeks up, blushing.

“Oho, the lobster game. Me caught between your steely thighs? When there’s a world of tea in cafes and supermarket shopping to be done? Children to aim the car at in carparks? Obscene notes to put up on community noticeboards? Other people’s umbrellas to steal? Come on Dominic, you’re not engaging with the rich mysteries of life here.” Billy slithers, not quite extracting himself from Dom’s lascivious grasp. A finger runs down the warm crack of his arse to tickle his balls. Billy shivers and sighs.

“Don’t you distract me. I know your evil games,” he says, sinking back on the bed. Dom wraps his arms around Billy’s chest. “And to think it was you who woke up so bright and early this morning.”

“And fucked you for three hours till you thought it was tomorrow,” Dom murmurs against Billy’s spine. He licks up it, absently, up to the delicate skin of the nape. Takes one of Billy’s earlobes between his lips.

Billy sinks back further until he’s lying backwards on top of Dom. Dom’s got his long fingers firmly wrapped around Billy’s cock now.

“Pay no attention to that,” Billy mumbles. “My penis doesn’t know how exciting a Tuesday afternoon in the suburbs can be. Stupid penis.”

“I think it knows where the thrills are on this particular Tuesday,” Dom leers, and chews hard on Billy’s scalp. There’s a sudden squirming on top of him, and Billy’s hands convulsively grapple for Dom’s thighs.

“I see you’re getting convinced,” Dom says. He strokes Billy’s cock more roughly. It seems to like that.

“…”

There’s more heat coming from the skin against Dom’s. And more slow wriggling.

“Have you given thought to the fact that it was me who suggested we get up? The way I was the one who said enough was enough? That it’s me who’s now got you in a state of high arousal yet again, helpless as a fake dead Orc, with your cock in my hand and my name on your lips? Do you realize, Billy, that you’re in the grip of–well, to be honest, not to put too much modesty on it–some call me Ming the Merciless. Master of the cunning twist.” Dom spider-dances his fingers around the tip of Billy’s cock and then rapidly down to scruffle delicately at Billy’s arsehole. “Ming the Mercilesssssss,” he hisses.

“I’ve given thought to the fact that you’re a manipulative lying little cunt,” Billy gasps. “But I’ve chosen to put that aside.” He slithers down off the platform of Dom’s chest and twists so he’s face to face. He kisses Dom on the mouth, rather hard. Then again.

“I’m following my own interests,” he continues, between kissing Dom more and more passionately. “The need for seminal emission–” he bites Dom’s lip meanly “–over the need for groceries and daylight. I’m thinking–” and he braces and grabs Dom, who’s a bit helpless by now, and yanks him up and over so he ends up lying over Billy this time, going limp with lust and pink in the face, “–I’m thinking that this bed–”

“–isn’t so bad after all?” Dom hitches so his cock rubs against Billy’s, then bucks gently so his cock nudges in hard between Billy’s thighs. “I don’t know what I was thinking before,” he murmurs into Billy’s edible ear.

“–this bed is definitely going to need changing. The laundromat’s down the road–”

Billy shuts up then, because Dom shuts his mouth for him with a deliberately wetted tongue and a long lick, and Dom’s got his hands pinning down Billy’s unstruggling wrists, and after all, Dom’s got him squished on the bed and Billy recognizes that there’s no getting out of bed just yet.

“I don’t know what you’re always going on about, Billy,” Dom says, grinning, and pushes him down harder.