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happy thursday to all.
title - “coming clean”
author - eri the smut ninja.
rating - NC-17
pairing - monaboyd (d’ya have to ask?)
warnings - smutty smut. shower sex.
disclaimer - am stuffed with lies. believe nothing i say.
summary - 2920 words. complete and utter PWP. no plot whatsoever. some may say i need better things to do with myself. sometimes, i agree with them. this is not one of those times.
x-posted to
monaboyd and
fellow_shippers.
bang-bang
“Dominic! Come on!”
“Fuck off, Boyd!” Dom called back, over the running water. “I’ll be done when I’m bloody done.”
“Ah’ve got ta fuckin’ piss!”
“Then leave me alone and I’ll be finished, asshead!”
Billy slammed his head into the bathroom door, barely registering the discomfort. The fact that they had to share a hotel room was inconvenient enough, what with Dom’s snoring and all, but this was just intolerable. If Billy didn’t get into the bathroom soon, he was going to piss all over Dom’s suitcase.
What the hell was Dom doing in there?
Actually, scratch that, Billy shouldn’t be thinking along those lines. Thought processes that lead down those routes always ended up making him feel guilty, a bit uncomfortable (and slightly horny, but he would completely deny it if asked). So he wouldn’t think of water running down Dom’s naked body. Or of Dom’s hands running over his skin, black varnished nails starkly contrasting his pale, smooth flesh. Or how warm his skin would be from hot water, and how it would feel under Billy’s own hands. Nope. Not thinking that at all.
Shit.
Now he had the beginnings of a hard-on, and he needed to piss. And it was still all Dom’s fault.
Fuck it.
Billy opened the door, a blast of steam hitting his face.
“What’re you doing?!” Dom yelled. Billy saw him jump behind the shower curtain.
“Taking a piss, fucker. Don’t be a girl about it, it’s yaer own fault for makin’ me wait.”
Dom didn’t say anything in reply, leaving Billy to relieve himself in peace. Water pressure from the toilet changed the temperature inside the shower, making Dom swear at Billy yet again.
“Are you goin’ to leave me alone now?” Dom asked, sounding rather annoyed.
“Of course, since yaer being so charming about eht.” But in reality, Billy had other ideas.
The bathroom door opened and shut. The only thing that came out of the bathroom was more steam.
The Scotsman leaned against the door, facing the shower, arms crossed. He figured that Dom needed to be taught a good lesson about inconveniencing your friend, and planned to wait a few minutes, then rip back the curtain and scare the holy hell out of Dom. Or, he could just wait until Dom got out of the shower, opened the curtain and froze at seeing Billy there. Water dripping from his hair, drops running down his smooth, hard chest, trailing all the way down...
Goddamn it. Billy mentally kicked himself. No fantasizing about best mates. Especially when they’re only a few feet away. Naked. And wet. And very, very close. And did he mention naked?
Billy mentally threw himself out of a third-story window, and onto a truck full of sharp, rusted metal girders. He had to concentrate on the matter at hand. Getting his revenge for being forced to wait to piss, probably causing his urinary tract personal harm, and Dom deserved to be scared out of his wits.
Billy prepared himself to move forward, yank back the curtain, and yell like a monkey caught in a blender, ready to relish the look of surprise on his friend’s face.
And then.
He heard.
Dom.
Moan.
To be accurate, it was more of a whimper than a moan, like Dom was biting his lip. But still. It had an effect on Billy. And on his mental processes, which were now very alert, along with other parts of his anatomy.
Oh my God. Billy thought.
Any other time, and happening to any other person, he would have laughed his ass off. But not this time. This time, he was actually frozen in place with shock, one hand on the wall beside him, trapped in the bathroom whilst Dom was apparently taking his own matters into hand.
I guess that explains the wait.
Another moan from Dom, followed by a muttered curse, which could be heard even over the running water, and Billy’s brain caught on fire.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, he tried telling himself, but apparently, his cock wasn’t having any of it, and was feeling very happy about the situation, thank you very much.
And now, there was another, more stimulating idea forming in his tortured brain. One that involved yanking the curtain back, joining Dom in the shower, and seeing if he couldn’t help out his mate with his problem. And maybe, Dom could help him out with his own.
“Mmm,” Dom groaned. Billy’s eyes had almost shot out of his head, trying desperately to see through the plastic shower curtain.
This new idea of his was currently pushing the old, more innocent one out of his brain. Billy didn’t know whether to be happy or frightened. Besides, he had no idea if his actions would even be welcomed. Sure, he and Dom flirted with each other, but it was all shits and giggles. It wasn’t real. Was it?
Either way, Billy thought, he certainly wasn’t going to be accosting his best (straight) friend in the shower, if the only thing he was going to get for it would be a black eye.
It just wouldn’t be practical.
“Oh. Yeah.”
Now, all Billy had to do was try and convince his cock of the same thing.
And nevermind how he was supposed to get out of this situation anyway. Dom would notice if the door opened again, and Billy couldn’t think of anything to do that would justify the door opening. All he wanted to do was sneak away quietly, go wank off in the privacy of his own room, and then pretend like nothing happened.
“Oh god, Billy...”
Something very, very strange happened to Billy. One minute, he was standing at the door, willing himself to turn into steam so that he could just escape through the keyhole. The next thing he knew, he had slid the curtain open, revealing a very surprised, and very hard, Dom, who was about to protest (or drop dead). Instead, he took in Billy’s current state, flushed skin and cock tenting his sweatpants, and his eyes glittered darkly.
“Enjoying yourself, Dommeh?” Billy asked, smirking, one hand resting on his hip, pulling down the hem of his pants, watching as Dom’s eyes gazed hungrily at the revealed skin.
Dom smiled himself, and turned completely, giving Billy a delicious view of his body, even more beautiful than he had imagined. “I was. Until I was so rudely interrupted.”
“Well. Ah apologize for the interruption. Maybe Ah can make it up to yeh?” The other man pulled his sweatpants down more, and now Dom had a full view of Billy’s hipbone, and the neat trail of hair leading to his groin.
Dom actually licked his lips, which made Billy’s cock throb all the more hotly. “Maybe you can.”
Enough of this, Billy thought, pulling his pants the rest of the way off, and stepping into the hot water, pulling the curtain closed behind him.
And this was everything he’d imagined, fantasized, dreamed of. Dom was so hot under his hands, against his lips, against his skin. And God, kissing him was so fucking amazing that Billy felt his knees weaken when Dom’s tongue parted his lips, exploring his mouth, and Dom even tasted like heat, like summer and sun. Billy’s arms were around his neck, hands entangled in the wet strands of his hair, pulling Dom closer, falling into the spray of water and pushed up against the wall, the sting of the cold tile a shock against all the heat.
Dom’s breath was hot against his lips, against his face, against his ear, but his words were hotter. “God, Billy, I want you so fucking much,” he said, and sucks at the pulse-point right underneath, pulling Billy’s hips into his own, and Billy moans Dom’s name and arches into him, their cocks rubbing together.
“If I knew you wanted me,” Dom moaned, as his mouth moved lower, to the base of his throat, sucking and licking as he went, licking the water from his skin, “I would have done this months ago.”
“Months?” Billy gasped, yanking Dom’s head back inadvertently, and seeing the arousal in his eyes (all for me), and before Dom could answer, Billy’s lips were crushed against his, and it was Dom’s turn to gasp as he was flipped around, the cool tile hitting against his back.
“Fucking yes,” Dom replied, thrusting against his friend.
Jesus, Billy had to fucking do something, his cock was going to fucking explode otherwise. He took Dom in his hand, feeling him pulse, hearing him cry out. He was so hard, so hot, and fucking slick in Billy’s hand, and moaning. “Yes, yes, Billy, god,” and Billy’s mouth trailed across his neck, and down his chest, sucking at a hard nipple, and Dom groaned and slid his hand lower, grabbing Billy’s ass and thrusting into his hand.
“Billy, Billy, please...” Dom moaned, head back against the tile, wet hair in his eyes, the spray of the water cascading down his shoulders, looking so fucking hot that Billy wanted to scream.
“Oh God, Dom,” Billy whispered, tongue tracing lower and lower, falling to his knees, mouth caressing every inch of skin he could reach as he sank down.
Dom’s hands were in his hair, hot water raining down on him. Dom’s cock, hard and red and looking far too appetizing, bobbing at his face, and there was nowhere else Billy would rather be.
“Suck me, Billy,” his lover moaned. “Wanna feel your mouth so bad.”
Billy’s lips grazed the head of Dom’s cock, tongue lapping at the fluid collected, and fuck, yes, he wanted to feel it too. Wanted to feel Dom’s hardness, filling his mouth, wanted to taste it when he came. He ran his tongue up the length of Dom’s shaft, before parting his lips and taking him full into his mouth.
Dom cried out, moving one to the wall, clawing at the tile as Billy worked him with his tongue. God, Billy could get used to this, he decided, loving the feel of Dom’s slight thrusts, glancing up and seeing Dom’s lips parted and eyes fucking black with need.
“Yeah, just like that, Billy, oh,” his lover moaned, “God, you feel so good, your mouth is so hot, so fucking hot, and so wet, Billy, Jesus, suck harder, please...”
Billy obliged, slipping one hand down the base of Dom’s cock, around his balls, stroking them and catching each of Dom’s thrusts, becoming more urgent as he worked his cock, jaw aching but not caring, and Dominic was so beautiful, so fucking hot.
“Billy, oh God, yes, fucking yes, oh, oh, oh, ahhh, I’m... oh, I’m gonna come, oh shit, Billy Billy gonna come gonna fucking come wanna come in your fucking perfect mouth so hot God don’t stop Billy I’m fucking ahhhhh...”
A groan of frustration, as the hand that was massaging his balls suddenly wrapped around the base of his cock, cutting off his orgasm, and Dom just moaned, thunking his head back against the tile.
“Now, now,” Billy scolded. “None of that.”
“Billy....” Dom begged.
The Scotsman shook his head. “Yaer coming when Ah say ye can, Dom, and not ah moment sooner. Payback for this morning.”
Dom groaned in frustration, and Billy chuckled, rising to his feet, pressing himself against Dom’s hip, trying to relieve some of his own arousal.
“Or do you not want to fuck me?” Billy whispered, flicking his tongue over Dom’s chin.
His lover’s eyes widened, and then Billy was back against the wall, and Dom was fucking touching him everywhere, with hands and mouth and tongue, and Billy wasn’t so sure that he could last much longer, himself.
“Ah’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Billy gasped, his cock and Dom’s pressed together in the sweetest way, and if Dom didn’t fucking do something soon, he was going to come whether he wanted to or not.
But the desperation was getting to Dom as well, and before Billy could stage a serious protest, he was grabbing for the complimentary bottle of lotion the hotel had left, and was kissing him, with tongue and teeth and need, managing to actually get some on his hand.
“Fucking God, jus’ do eht,” Billy groaned against Dom’s ear, who simply grinned.
“Now who’s being the impatient one?” the Brit asked cheekily, nudging Billy’s legs apart, teasing his hole with a slick finger.
“Dommeh, shite,” and it was Billy’s turn to throw his head back against the wall, whimpering as Dom slid a finger inside him.
“So fucking hot, oh my God,” Dom moaned against Billy’s lips. “You feel so good, Billy, I wanna fuck you so hard you can’t walk for fucking days.”
“Holy fuck, yes...” A second finger now, and Billy was thrusting down into it, writhing and moaning, Dom’s tongue tracing his bottom lip over and over, breathing in his words, “Please please please Dommeh...”
He felt his leg lifted up against Dom’s hip, Dom’s foot propped on the edge of the tub to support it, and just stared at him as his cock pressed against him, sliding in and shit, sharp pleasure-pain, and he still needed more, and Dom’s face was fucking beautiful, gorgeous, ethereal as he pushed all the way in, breathing against each other’s lips, and Dom grinned that smirk of his and locked Billy’s mouth against his own, tongues caressing and breath heavy.
Billy pulled back for air, groaning, “Dommeh, mah God, so good,” and crying out when Dom pulled out and thrust back, hard, and yes, Billy wanted it like this, wanted it hard, wanted Dom to make good on his promise, wanted to come so hard he couldn’t see afterwards.
“Shit, Billy, you feel so good, like I could just die,” his lips traced along Billy’s neck, lapping at water and sweat, hands grabbing Billy’s hips and bringing him closer with every thrust, Billy’s cock pressed against their stomachs, flushed and weeping.
“Tell me, Billy,” he moaned, changing angles slightly, the next thrust making Billy cry out harshly. “How it feels. Tell me.”
“Shite, oh shite, goddamn yaer cock is so hot, Dom, eht’s so fucking hot, fucking burning, ahhhh, yeah God, like that, fuck meh hard, mah Dommeh, fuck meh ‘til Ah can’t breathe, ‘til tha only thing Ah can feel is you, for days after...”
Dom fucking growled, and Billy’s hips were lifted up higher, his other foot resting on the edge of the tub, now held up with mostly Dom’s weight and sheer force of will, but he didn’t take the time to consider the intricacies of their position, what with Dom thrusting into him hard, his back sliding against the damp tile, arms latched around Dom’s neck, and his mouth nipping at Dom’s lips as his lover panted, moaned his name with every other breath. Billy couldn’t hold out, not like this, not with Dom fucking surrounding him, every breath, every thrust, too much...
“Dom Dom Dommeh yes fuck meh hard fuck meh fuck meh so good so hot oh Jesus yaer fucking cock is heaven Dom fuck meh make me come Dommeh make meh come all over yeh make me come oh yes Dom Dom Dom Dom fuck Ah’m coming oh Christ yessssss....”
Billy’s head hit the wall with a thud, crying out as his orgasm overtook him, rocking through his body, making every muscle burn and every nerve explode, felt the hot, wet spurt of his come against both of their stomachs.
Dom whimpered into his neck, hips moving fast and erratic, and when Billy whispered, “Come, Dommeh,” into his ear, he slammed into Billy hard, crying out his name, and Billy felt the warmth inside him, sending aftershocks through his body, making him groan again.
They managed to disentangle themselves without falling over, and all Billy wanted to do was relax under the warm spray of water, letting his muscles get a bit of relief. That plan was short lived, as the hotel’s hot water heater apparently had had enough of them, spraying them both with cold water and forcing them to abandon the shower.
*
bang-bang
Billy opened the door, clad only in a towel, to find one of the hotel managers there, obviously a bit embarrassed.
“Um, yes, sorry sir, but we’ve, eh. Had some noise complaints.” The man carefully avoiding looking at any part of Billy other than his eyes. Especially the livid bruise on his collarbone. Or the suck mark right above his left nipple.
“Ah. Sorry about that. We’ll try to keep it down.” Billy grinned his charming grin. The man grinned weakly in return.
“Yes. Well, that’s all we ask. Other guests, and all.”
“Billy,” Dom called, “send them away and get your sexy arse back here.”
Billy was positive that the hotel manager’s face had gone so red that it was the same color as the hideous, maroon carpet underfoot.
“Um. Well. Yes. Sorry to bother you. Thank you for your. Er. Time.” With that, the man positively fled down the hall, decidedly trying to not look back, and failing.
Billy snickered and shut the door, returning to bed, and more important things.
author - eri the smut ninja.
rating - NC-17
pairing - monaboyd (d’ya have to ask?)
warnings - smutty smut. shower sex.
disclaimer - am stuffed with lies. believe nothing i say.
summary - 2920 words. complete and utter PWP. no plot whatsoever. some may say i need better things to do with myself. sometimes, i agree with them. this is not one of those times.
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bang-bang
“Dominic! Come on!”
“Fuck off, Boyd!” Dom called back, over the running water. “I’ll be done when I’m bloody done.”
“Ah’ve got ta fuckin’ piss!”
“Then leave me alone and I’ll be finished, asshead!”
Billy slammed his head into the bathroom door, barely registering the discomfort. The fact that they had to share a hotel room was inconvenient enough, what with Dom’s snoring and all, but this was just intolerable. If Billy didn’t get into the bathroom soon, he was going to piss all over Dom’s suitcase.
What the hell was Dom doing in there?
Actually, scratch that, Billy shouldn’t be thinking along those lines. Thought processes that lead down those routes always ended up making him feel guilty, a bit uncomfortable (and slightly horny, but he would completely deny it if asked). So he wouldn’t think of water running down Dom’s naked body. Or of Dom’s hands running over his skin, black varnished nails starkly contrasting his pale, smooth flesh. Or how warm his skin would be from hot water, and how it would feel under Billy’s own hands. Nope. Not thinking that at all.
Shit.
Now he had the beginnings of a hard-on, and he needed to piss. And it was still all Dom’s fault.
Fuck it.
Billy opened the door, a blast of steam hitting his face.
“What’re you doing?!” Dom yelled. Billy saw him jump behind the shower curtain.
“Taking a piss, fucker. Don’t be a girl about it, it’s yaer own fault for makin’ me wait.”
Dom didn’t say anything in reply, leaving Billy to relieve himself in peace. Water pressure from the toilet changed the temperature inside the shower, making Dom swear at Billy yet again.
“Are you goin’ to leave me alone now?” Dom asked, sounding rather annoyed.
“Of course, since yaer being so charming about eht.” But in reality, Billy had other ideas.
The bathroom door opened and shut. The only thing that came out of the bathroom was more steam.
The Scotsman leaned against the door, facing the shower, arms crossed. He figured that Dom needed to be taught a good lesson about inconveniencing your friend, and planned to wait a few minutes, then rip back the curtain and scare the holy hell out of Dom. Or, he could just wait until Dom got out of the shower, opened the curtain and froze at seeing Billy there. Water dripping from his hair, drops running down his smooth, hard chest, trailing all the way down...
Goddamn it. Billy mentally kicked himself. No fantasizing about best mates. Especially when they’re only a few feet away. Naked. And wet. And very, very close. And did he mention naked?
Billy mentally threw himself out of a third-story window, and onto a truck full of sharp, rusted metal girders. He had to concentrate on the matter at hand. Getting his revenge for being forced to wait to piss, probably causing his urinary tract personal harm, and Dom deserved to be scared out of his wits.
Billy prepared himself to move forward, yank back the curtain, and yell like a monkey caught in a blender, ready to relish the look of surprise on his friend’s face.
And then.
He heard.
Dom.
Moan.
To be accurate, it was more of a whimper than a moan, like Dom was biting his lip. But still. It had an effect on Billy. And on his mental processes, which were now very alert, along with other parts of his anatomy.
Oh my God. Billy thought.
Any other time, and happening to any other person, he would have laughed his ass off. But not this time. This time, he was actually frozen in place with shock, one hand on the wall beside him, trapped in the bathroom whilst Dom was apparently taking his own matters into hand.
I guess that explains the wait.
Another moan from Dom, followed by a muttered curse, which could be heard even over the running water, and Billy’s brain caught on fire.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, he tried telling himself, but apparently, his cock wasn’t having any of it, and was feeling very happy about the situation, thank you very much.
And now, there was another, more stimulating idea forming in his tortured brain. One that involved yanking the curtain back, joining Dom in the shower, and seeing if he couldn’t help out his mate with his problem. And maybe, Dom could help him out with his own.
“Mmm,” Dom groaned. Billy’s eyes had almost shot out of his head, trying desperately to see through the plastic shower curtain.
This new idea of his was currently pushing the old, more innocent one out of his brain. Billy didn’t know whether to be happy or frightened. Besides, he had no idea if his actions would even be welcomed. Sure, he and Dom flirted with each other, but it was all shits and giggles. It wasn’t real. Was it?
Either way, Billy thought, he certainly wasn’t going to be accosting his best (straight) friend in the shower, if the only thing he was going to get for it would be a black eye.
It just wouldn’t be practical.
“Oh. Yeah.”
Now, all Billy had to do was try and convince his cock of the same thing.
And nevermind how he was supposed to get out of this situation anyway. Dom would notice if the door opened again, and Billy couldn’t think of anything to do that would justify the door opening. All he wanted to do was sneak away quietly, go wank off in the privacy of his own room, and then pretend like nothing happened.
“Oh god, Billy...”
Something very, very strange happened to Billy. One minute, he was standing at the door, willing himself to turn into steam so that he could just escape through the keyhole. The next thing he knew, he had slid the curtain open, revealing a very surprised, and very hard, Dom, who was about to protest (or drop dead). Instead, he took in Billy’s current state, flushed skin and cock tenting his sweatpants, and his eyes glittered darkly.
“Enjoying yourself, Dommeh?” Billy asked, smirking, one hand resting on his hip, pulling down the hem of his pants, watching as Dom’s eyes gazed hungrily at the revealed skin.
Dom smiled himself, and turned completely, giving Billy a delicious view of his body, even more beautiful than he had imagined. “I was. Until I was so rudely interrupted.”
“Well. Ah apologize for the interruption. Maybe Ah can make it up to yeh?” The other man pulled his sweatpants down more, and now Dom had a full view of Billy’s hipbone, and the neat trail of hair leading to his groin.
Dom actually licked his lips, which made Billy’s cock throb all the more hotly. “Maybe you can.”
Enough of this, Billy thought, pulling his pants the rest of the way off, and stepping into the hot water, pulling the curtain closed behind him.
And this was everything he’d imagined, fantasized, dreamed of. Dom was so hot under his hands, against his lips, against his skin. And God, kissing him was so fucking amazing that Billy felt his knees weaken when Dom’s tongue parted his lips, exploring his mouth, and Dom even tasted like heat, like summer and sun. Billy’s arms were around his neck, hands entangled in the wet strands of his hair, pulling Dom closer, falling into the spray of water and pushed up against the wall, the sting of the cold tile a shock against all the heat.
Dom’s breath was hot against his lips, against his face, against his ear, but his words were hotter. “God, Billy, I want you so fucking much,” he said, and sucks at the pulse-point right underneath, pulling Billy’s hips into his own, and Billy moans Dom’s name and arches into him, their cocks rubbing together.
“If I knew you wanted me,” Dom moaned, as his mouth moved lower, to the base of his throat, sucking and licking as he went, licking the water from his skin, “I would have done this months ago.”
“Months?” Billy gasped, yanking Dom’s head back inadvertently, and seeing the arousal in his eyes (all for me), and before Dom could answer, Billy’s lips were crushed against his, and it was Dom’s turn to gasp as he was flipped around, the cool tile hitting against his back.
“Fucking yes,” Dom replied, thrusting against his friend.
Jesus, Billy had to fucking do something, his cock was going to fucking explode otherwise. He took Dom in his hand, feeling him pulse, hearing him cry out. He was so hard, so hot, and fucking slick in Billy’s hand, and moaning. “Yes, yes, Billy, god,” and Billy’s mouth trailed across his neck, and down his chest, sucking at a hard nipple, and Dom groaned and slid his hand lower, grabbing Billy’s ass and thrusting into his hand.
“Billy, Billy, please...” Dom moaned, head back against the tile, wet hair in his eyes, the spray of the water cascading down his shoulders, looking so fucking hot that Billy wanted to scream.
“Oh God, Dom,” Billy whispered, tongue tracing lower and lower, falling to his knees, mouth caressing every inch of skin he could reach as he sank down.
Dom’s hands were in his hair, hot water raining down on him. Dom’s cock, hard and red and looking far too appetizing, bobbing at his face, and there was nowhere else Billy would rather be.
“Suck me, Billy,” his lover moaned. “Wanna feel your mouth so bad.”
Billy’s lips grazed the head of Dom’s cock, tongue lapping at the fluid collected, and fuck, yes, he wanted to feel it too. Wanted to feel Dom’s hardness, filling his mouth, wanted to taste it when he came. He ran his tongue up the length of Dom’s shaft, before parting his lips and taking him full into his mouth.
Dom cried out, moving one to the wall, clawing at the tile as Billy worked him with his tongue. God, Billy could get used to this, he decided, loving the feel of Dom’s slight thrusts, glancing up and seeing Dom’s lips parted and eyes fucking black with need.
“Yeah, just like that, Billy, oh,” his lover moaned, “God, you feel so good, your mouth is so hot, so fucking hot, and so wet, Billy, Jesus, suck harder, please...”
Billy obliged, slipping one hand down the base of Dom’s cock, around his balls, stroking them and catching each of Dom’s thrusts, becoming more urgent as he worked his cock, jaw aching but not caring, and Dominic was so beautiful, so fucking hot.
“Billy, oh God, yes, fucking yes, oh, oh, oh, ahhh, I’m... oh, I’m gonna come, oh shit, Billy Billy gonna come gonna fucking come wanna come in your fucking perfect mouth so hot God don’t stop Billy I’m fucking ahhhhh...”
A groan of frustration, as the hand that was massaging his balls suddenly wrapped around the base of his cock, cutting off his orgasm, and Dom just moaned, thunking his head back against the tile.
“Now, now,” Billy scolded. “None of that.”
“Billy....” Dom begged.
The Scotsman shook his head. “Yaer coming when Ah say ye can, Dom, and not ah moment sooner. Payback for this morning.”
Dom groaned in frustration, and Billy chuckled, rising to his feet, pressing himself against Dom’s hip, trying to relieve some of his own arousal.
“Or do you not want to fuck me?” Billy whispered, flicking his tongue over Dom’s chin.
His lover’s eyes widened, and then Billy was back against the wall, and Dom was fucking touching him everywhere, with hands and mouth and tongue, and Billy wasn’t so sure that he could last much longer, himself.
“Ah’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Billy gasped, his cock and Dom’s pressed together in the sweetest way, and if Dom didn’t fucking do something soon, he was going to come whether he wanted to or not.
But the desperation was getting to Dom as well, and before Billy could stage a serious protest, he was grabbing for the complimentary bottle of lotion the hotel had left, and was kissing him, with tongue and teeth and need, managing to actually get some on his hand.
“Fucking God, jus’ do eht,” Billy groaned against Dom’s ear, who simply grinned.
“Now who’s being the impatient one?” the Brit asked cheekily, nudging Billy’s legs apart, teasing his hole with a slick finger.
“Dommeh, shite,” and it was Billy’s turn to throw his head back against the wall, whimpering as Dom slid a finger inside him.
“So fucking hot, oh my God,” Dom moaned against Billy’s lips. “You feel so good, Billy, I wanna fuck you so hard you can’t walk for fucking days.”
“Holy fuck, yes...” A second finger now, and Billy was thrusting down into it, writhing and moaning, Dom’s tongue tracing his bottom lip over and over, breathing in his words, “Please please please Dommeh...”
He felt his leg lifted up against Dom’s hip, Dom’s foot propped on the edge of the tub to support it, and just stared at him as his cock pressed against him, sliding in and shit, sharp pleasure-pain, and he still needed more, and Dom’s face was fucking beautiful, gorgeous, ethereal as he pushed all the way in, breathing against each other’s lips, and Dom grinned that smirk of his and locked Billy’s mouth against his own, tongues caressing and breath heavy.
Billy pulled back for air, groaning, “Dommeh, mah God, so good,” and crying out when Dom pulled out and thrust back, hard, and yes, Billy wanted it like this, wanted it hard, wanted Dom to make good on his promise, wanted to come so hard he couldn’t see afterwards.
“Shit, Billy, you feel so good, like I could just die,” his lips traced along Billy’s neck, lapping at water and sweat, hands grabbing Billy’s hips and bringing him closer with every thrust, Billy’s cock pressed against their stomachs, flushed and weeping.
“Tell me, Billy,” he moaned, changing angles slightly, the next thrust making Billy cry out harshly. “How it feels. Tell me.”
“Shite, oh shite, goddamn yaer cock is so hot, Dom, eht’s so fucking hot, fucking burning, ahhhh, yeah God, like that, fuck meh hard, mah Dommeh, fuck meh ‘til Ah can’t breathe, ‘til tha only thing Ah can feel is you, for days after...”
Dom fucking growled, and Billy’s hips were lifted up higher, his other foot resting on the edge of the tub, now held up with mostly Dom’s weight and sheer force of will, but he didn’t take the time to consider the intricacies of their position, what with Dom thrusting into him hard, his back sliding against the damp tile, arms latched around Dom’s neck, and his mouth nipping at Dom’s lips as his lover panted, moaned his name with every other breath. Billy couldn’t hold out, not like this, not with Dom fucking surrounding him, every breath, every thrust, too much...
“Dom Dom Dommeh yes fuck meh hard fuck meh fuck meh so good so hot oh Jesus yaer fucking cock is heaven Dom fuck meh make me come Dommeh make meh come all over yeh make me come oh yes Dom Dom Dom Dom fuck Ah’m coming oh Christ yessssss....”
Billy’s head hit the wall with a thud, crying out as his orgasm overtook him, rocking through his body, making every muscle burn and every nerve explode, felt the hot, wet spurt of his come against both of their stomachs.
Dom whimpered into his neck, hips moving fast and erratic, and when Billy whispered, “Come, Dommeh,” into his ear, he slammed into Billy hard, crying out his name, and Billy felt the warmth inside him, sending aftershocks through his body, making him groan again.
They managed to disentangle themselves without falling over, and all Billy wanted to do was relax under the warm spray of water, letting his muscles get a bit of relief. That plan was short lived, as the hotel’s hot water heater apparently had had enough of them, spraying them both with cold water and forcing them to abandon the shower.
*
bang-bang
Billy opened the door, clad only in a towel, to find one of the hotel managers there, obviously a bit embarrassed.
“Um, yes, sorry sir, but we’ve, eh. Had some noise complaints.” The man carefully avoiding looking at any part of Billy other than his eyes. Especially the livid bruise on his collarbone. Or the suck mark right above his left nipple.
“Ah. Sorry about that. We’ll try to keep it down.” Billy grinned his charming grin. The man grinned weakly in return.
“Yes. Well, that’s all we ask. Other guests, and all.”
“Billy,” Dom called, “send them away and get your sexy arse back here.”
Billy was positive that the hotel manager’s face had gone so red that it was the same color as the hideous, maroon carpet underfoot.
“Um. Well. Yes. Sorry to bother you. Thank you for your. Er. Time.” With that, the man positively fled down the hall, decidedly trying to not look back, and failing.
Billy snickered and shut the door, returning to bed, and more important things.
I'll have what she's having
nice.
poor manager...
Re: I'll have what she's having
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Ever do any Billy/Viggo? ;)
Thanks for writing and sharing this!
Saklani
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HEE HEE HEE
Keep writing no matter what pairing!
Saklani
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