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Double Entendre, conclusion
Disclaimer: If this really happened, then wow, will I be surprised. And frankly I will insist on video, too. No disrespect intended, just some good clean fun. :-)
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17 (Yay! the smut is here!)
Summary: Jealous!Billy. First-time sex. Big misunderstanding. All's well in the end. (The challenge verbatim.)
Warnings: Un-beta'd. Cross-posted everywhere.
Feedback: Earns you more porn!
A/N: All for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starlikeshadow. Because I was snarky and she took me up on it. And it was really fun, too!
Part One feeds right into this, no real break except I had to write the smut and I was tired, so I finished that up today. :-)
Double Entendre, Conclusion
An hour later Billy is sitting at the kitchen counter again, drinking water, pretending to read the newspaper. Doesn't know if anyone will pick him up at four-thirty, doesn't know if he can stand to go. The rage was transitory--Elijah didn't know, couldn't know what that little affectionate kiss had meant, what it had done to Billy. So. And Elijah is not stupid, he'd have seen the menace in Billy's face, heard it in his voice. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, Billy has screwed things up impressively, most probably, and he just hopes Elijah won’t mention it to Dom, will forgive him, pretend he didn't see it.
Knocking. Billy glances at the clock on the range. It is only three-fifteen, too early to be his cast mates, unless it is Elijah, back to talk things to death. Or fucking Sean, who really does deserve a black eye, and Billy might give it to him except that his hand hurts, and his knuckles are still hurting. He sighs, goes to answer the door.
It's Dom.
"Jesus Christ, Boyd, what the fuck is the matter with you?" He pushes his way in, just as Elijah did earlier. A match made in heaven, Billy thinks irritably. "You are such a fucking wanker. Did the liquor do it to you, last night, or is this a lifelong thing for you? I have to admit, I never saw it before, but hey, its been one surprise after another for the last few hours." He is pacing around the light-filled living room, waving his arms.
Billy closes the door, leans back against it. Dom. Goddamn, Billy could kill him, or kiss him. He has stayed away from face-to-face, one-on-one Dom recently, except for the car ride last night, without being too obvious about it. Ever since he figured out that he and Elijah seemed to really be bonding. It is just too hard. Because Billy really does want Dom, both in a pathetic, embarrassing, make-him-dinner-and-take-a-shower-together kind of way, and also in a much more immediate, real, slam-him-against-the-wall-and-fuck-him-till-he-whimpers kind of way.
"You know you scared Elijah half to death, you arsewipe." Dom shoots a glare at him. "He said you looked like you were about to fucking coldcock him." His eyes (grey today, Billy notices through his building frustration, anger, fury, the blue's all covered up) light on Billy's lacerated knuckles. "What did you do?" He waves his hands wildly. "I don't want to know. You know, if you had this problem, why didn't you come talk to me? Why Astin? Jesus Christ, you know he couldn't keep his mouth shut with a nail gun and roll of packing tape. You might as well go talk to Orli, for fuck's sake." He stops pacing in front of Billy, looks at his face. "You know you should have talked to me, Bill. Astin doesn't even know what the hell is going on."
"What the hell is going on?" Billy practically shouts it, right into Dom's face, feeling his control shredding. "I don't want to talk to Orli about this. I didn't really want to talk to Sean about this. I sure as hell didn't want to talk to Elijah about this." He hisses the name. "And the last person in the entire fucking universe that I want to talk about this to is you, Dominic. Fucking. Monaghan." He is shaking, can feel it, feel the poison in him.
"Goddamn, Billy, why are you so angry?"
The question stops Billy cold. Not just the question, but the complete, utter lack of comprehension on Dom's face. Dom doesn't get it--isn't deeply angry at Billy, except for the (legitimate, Billy admits) anger about how he sent Elijah away. The rest is blustering, noise, Domishness. And Billy feels like he was going up stairs and reached for the top step and it wasn't there--that jarring sensation of being off-balance. The knowledge that he missed out on something, somewhere along the way. So Billy can't talk for a minute, he just stands there, his mouth open at Dom, breathing hard.
"I don't know."
Dom's eyebrows come down, and now he is looking at Billy with concern. "Bills, mate. What's up?" He grasps Billy's arm and leads him to the couch. "Tell your Dommie all about it."
"But you're not my Dommeh," Billy says helplessly, slumping beside him. "You know, I feel like shit, this isn't your problem, yoursandElijah's, it's mine, and I fucking hate all this drama--"
"What do you mean, mine and Elijah's?" Again, that blank look. "Sean said you looked like your puppy had died last night, and then you started talking about Elijah..."
Billy's turn for a blank look. "Elijah?"
"Yeah, he said you were going on about skinny men and blue eyes--"
And the step is back, and Billy's foot (metaphorically speaking anyway) is on it, but he is not balanced, no not at all. In fact he feels like that particular step has launched him into some kind of sick-making freefall, not unlike bungee jumping. And there is no rope. He doesn't think he'll bounce back this time. He thinks he might splatter in a really unattractive way, and really soon, because he can see the jagged rocks down there, and so he does the only thing he can--he covers his eyes and he groans.
"What? Billy, what?"
"No. No, no, no, no... not. Didn't. Did not."
"Did not what? For chrissakes, Billy, how bad can it be?"
"Fuck. Dom, can you leave now, so I can hang m'self?"
Dom laughs, a little, strangled sort of laugh. "Bills, what's going on?"
"Iwasn'ttalkingaboutElijah." No point in delaying the inevitable crash. Get it over with. Better a quick death than this slow, drawn-out humiliation.
"You weren't--then who--" The flat silence beside Billy tells him that Dom has figured it out, too, and damn, those rocks are close. And pointy, and sharp.
"Well." Dom says it, and Billy thinks maybe he hears amusement. He doesn't blame Dom for being amused. The rocks are probably amused, too.
Billy nods. "Yeh." His hands are still over his face.
"Hey, there, Billy." Dom's voice is very calm, and his hands are steady and warm, curving around Billy's fingers, pulling them away from his face. "This is interesting."
Billy blinks at him. "Doesn't really change anything."
Dom tilts his head. "I'd say it does."
"Well, shite, Dommeh, I think Lijah'd have something to say about the whole fecked up mess, wouldn't he?" And now Dom is laughing, outright laughing at him. "What the hell?"
"Billy Boyd, you should not be allowed out of the house." What is that in Dom's expression? Billy wishes he knew. Before he can say anything, Dom goes on. "You are completely out of the loop. Really, seriously." Dom looks condescending, and he is obviously enjoying himself.
"Enlighten me, Monaghan." Billy forces his voice to dryness. He feels that he has created a new definition for awkward. Someday in the future, schoolchildren will read about this conversation when their teachers are trying to explain exactly how awkward an awkward situation can be.
"Okay." Dom sits back, comfortable. "First of all, Astin doesn't know shite. He's a sweetheart, but he doesn't. Okay? He's the only person further out of the loop than you. Second off, Elijah and Orli are a bit of an item. On-again, off-again, and they're all quiet about it--hush-hush, you know--so that you can be excused not knowing. Although I thought you did--really, Bill, you've fallen way off in the observational skills." He clicks his tongue, but Billy is too distracted by following the logical chain of thoughts to swat him for it. "Third thing you should know is that I am unattached. Free as a bird. Unfettered, allowed to act on whatever passing fancy should interest me." He shifts slightly, pulling one leg up and facing Billy a bit more squarely on the couch. "Fourth thing you should know is that I have always. Fancied. Slightly older men." He raises one eyebrow.
The rocks appear to have been replaced by marshmallows. Big fat soft ones. Maybe... maybe he'll bounce? Billy still feels a little vertiginous, but it is much less nauseating at the moment. "So. You and Elijah...?"
"The best of friends, mate."
"And Lijah and Orli...?"
"Never last, but they'll make each other miserable for a while until they move on and get to be friends again."
"And Sean...?"
"Idiot. Total wanker."
Billy swallows, nods. "Um." He is staring at Dom, he realizes, but he doesn't care, doesn't stop. And Dom is staring right back at him. "Wanna go surfing later?"
"No. Not really."
"Me either."
"'Kay."
Both of them lunge forward at the same time, with the result that their first kiss is much more like a car crash than an osculation. Billy is fairly sure he tastes blood, but he doesn't care, it seems much more important to latch his fingers into Dom's shirtfront and try to push his tongue as deeply into Dom's mouth as possible. In the meantime, Dom has his hands hard on Billy's head, fingers pressing just at the base of his skull, sliding into his hair (Billy wishes it was a little longer, so Dom could get a really good grip), and his teeth and lips and tongue seem to have some urgent message to Billy, they are gonna spell it out in messy, wet dots and dashes, S-O-S, right now, baby.
"God, unh--"
"Bills--"
Billy is pulling at Dom's shirt, tugging at it, slipping his hands underneath to touch warm smooth skin. "Fuck," he says, right into Dom's mouth.
"Fuck yeah," Dom replies. Well, okay, Billy didn’t really mean it as an invitation, but he can live with that interpretation.
"Oughta--call 'em. Tell 'em." Billy is hard at work on Dom's neck now, speaking between sucking, licking, kissing, Dom's fingers flexing against his scalp. Dom tastes of salt and skin and maleness, clean water and sunlight. Good. Delicious. Billy scrambles forward a little further, gets into Dom's lap, slides his tongue across his collarbone, up the strong column of his neck, to just below his ear. He is straddling him, and he can feel Dom's chest under his, the fabric bunched up under his armpits and across his chest, which Billy's hands are pressed against, spread over flat hard muscle, Dom's nipples--god, his nipples--pebbled and tight under the pads of his fingers.
"'Kay. You call." Dom slides his hands down Billy's neck, back, arse. Goosebumps follow his hands, and Billy twitches and bites Dom's earlobe.
"You."
"You."
"Fuck 'em, they'll figure it out."
"Christ, Billy--ohfuck--how long did it take for you to--unnnh--figure it out?"
Billy removes his hands from the front of Dom's jeans. "You're absolutely right. I'll call." He leans forward and Dom leans back and Billy plants his knees on either side of Dom's hips, his hands on either side of his head. "I dunnae want anyone. Interrupting us." His face is intense, and he loves Dom's shiver, the tiny nod.
"A'right." Billy climbs off Dom (it feels like ripping off a bandage, it is that hard to do) and goes into the kitchen, where his phone lives. He can't see Dom from here. That's probably good. Billy doesn't want to call and say only, "Uhhhhh...."
Speed dial. Elijah's voice. "Hello?"
"Hey, Lij, it's Billy."
"Billy--how are you?" Elijah's voice is cautious, concerned.
"Listen," Billy talks fast, "I'm fine, really. I'm really sorry about how I acted earlier. I think I'm gonna stay home, not really in the mood for surfing--" I'm in the mood for Dom, his brain sings, ridiculously. "So, y'know, doan pick me up."
"Aww, Billy, it's okay, come on, come surf with us. I talked to Orli, he's coming too. And, and, I don't want things to be bad."
"Things aren't bad." Billy takes a deep breath. "Dom's over here, talking some sense into me." Fuck yeah. "We're just going to hang out, you know--" try and get to the other side of each other's bodies, via osmosis-- "watch some telly. Get drunk, naked orgy." Uh-huh. "Etcetera."
Elijah laughs, god bless the child, a tentative little laugh. "Are you sure?"
"Yeh. Yeh, it's fine, Lij. Listen, I gotta go, Dom's handcuffed himself to my bed again. You know how it is."
Another laugh. "Yeah, I know how it is." You don't know how it is, thank all the gods of potential disaster and missed opportunities caught at the last second. "Tell him hi for me. Maybe we can go out tomorrow for some waves."
"Sure." If Dom and I can walk. "Talk to you later." Which I don't have in my plans.
"Bye."
"Bye."
Billy tosses the handset at the receiver, more out of habit than attention, and comes out of the kitchen at a run, intending to leap on Dom. Skids to a halt because Dom is not, in fact, on the couch.
But his trousers are.
Folded neatly over the back. Shirt beside them. Trainers side by side on the floor, socks stuffed into them. Billy investigates. No pants. Which means that either Dom is still wearing them or... he didn't have any on.
Working fast and silently, Billy removes his own clothing. The cool air prickles all over his skin. He is hard, so very hard, and when he is naked he paces down the hall. He wants to play along, wants to sneak up on Dom and pounce on him, but on the other hand... Screw this, Billy knows where he will be, and he can't take any more suspense, frankly. "I'm coming for yeh, Dommeh." And he pauses outside his bedroom door, which is half-closed.
"Soon enough." Dom's voice floats out to him, low and amused.
The bedroom is dim, and Dom is lounging on Billy's bed. Naked. "Presume rather a lot, doncha Monaghan?" Billy leans against the door frame.
Dom stretches out, folds his hands behind his head. "You might speak from a position of more strength if you weren't naked," he points out.
"Well. Yeah." Billy launches himself across the room, lands on the bed (and incidentally Dom) with a whoop. "I'll show yeh a position of strength," he growls into Dom's ear, and Dom laughs, and then they are kissing again.
It's hot and wet and urgent in just a very few seconds, the laughter in Dom's mouth stilled (though it lurks in his eyes). Naked Dom... Billy doesn't know what to concentrate on, the mouth he wants to bruise with kissing or the body his hands are exploring greedily. "Gonna lick every inch of yeh, Dom," he mutters, and sets to work, tongue busy and nose pressing against warm slick flesh. Dom is busy, too, hands sliding all over Billy, kneading, grasping, fingers digging in. Billy works his way down Dom's chest to his belly--that same belly he was lusting after last night. And this time he can do just what he wants, he can circle Dom's navel with his tongue, then lick his way gently down the line of hair below it, dark soft hair that leads to Dom's cock...
"Fuck Billy," Dom gasps as Billy wets his lips and plunges down over that length of rigid, silky skin.
We'll get to that, Billy thinks as he slides his lips and teeth and tongue over Dom, because already he wants it, wants to feel Dom in him, fingers and tongue and cock, all of it, but not yet, first Billy is gonna take him, take him so hard... He wants to tell him so, and doesn't want Dom to come yet, so he gives his cock one more fierce suck ("Ohholyahhhh") and lets it go, wriggling around and up to Dom's face. "Dom, I'm gonna fuck ye now," he says, low and sweet, "gonna fuck ye so hard you cannae walk. Wanna hear yeh come, wanna come inside yeh..."
"Yeah, fuck yeah, Billy," Dom's eyes are glazed, he reaches down and grabs Billy's cock, squeezes it tight and hard so that Billy almost whimpers, "do it, do it..." Then his mouth is on Billy's again, hands pulling at Billy's hips so their erections grind together. Both of them are moaning. "Condom, condom," Dom manages, and Billy can feel pre-cum--his or Dom's?--a sticky little smear across his thigh.
He rolls off Dom, gropes furiously in the bedside table. Condoms, where the fuck--? Okay, got one, and lube, that's here too, might as well get it, because he plans to be hip deep in Dom in about one minute, tops...
Billy lies motionless on his back while Dom rolls the condom over his aching cock, trembling slightly, trying not to breathe so loudly. Dom's face as he does it is so incredibly beautiful, downturned eyes, lashes like smudges against his cheekbones, crooked mouth open a little in concentration, nose and and ears and the back of his neck flushed with desire. Billy stares like a fool until Dom is done, fingers pressing down along the latex, shaping Billy's desire into something as sleek and deadly as a bullet.
When he looks up his eyes meet Billy's, and a smile is playing around his lips. "Want you bad, Bills," he murmurs, and Billy smiles back at him, pure happiness. He sits up, pushes Dom back. He is pliant, though his muscles are hard and he is under tight control, Billy can tell. They adjust one another with touches, pushes, caresses that turn into instructions, until Dom is sitting back against the headboard, cushioned by pillows, and Billy is kneeling between his legs. Billy squeezes lube into his hand, leans forward.
He kisses Dom as his hand goes down, strokes over his own cock--always feels so weird, chilly jelly over the thin slick plastic of a condom--then smoothes his hand between Dom's legs, an affectionate slide over his cock--Dom's mouth opens under his, a wordless sigh of pleasure that Billy swallows completely--then down. Dom's sac tightens under his fingers, then loosens, and Billy's fingers are circling Dom's arsehole, small and puckered and tight with anticipation. "Don't need much," Dom murmurs, and Billy nods, little stutter of teeth and tongue over Dom's, and slides one finger in.
Dom stiffens a little under him. "Unh," he breathes, and Billy pushes his tongue into Dom's mouth just as he slides another finger in. Push them in deep, twist, circle until you feel Dom shudder a little...
"Now, Dommeh," he says, and it is not a request. Dom settles, Billy moves, lifts Dom's legs and folds them back so he can kneel just where he wants to. Look down, one hand on his own cock to guide it, and slowly push in... Don't want to hurt him, but then again I do, goddamn I do, so Billy pushes a little more urgently. His reward is Dom's eyes, smoky blue and grey, locked onto his, wide and intent. Billy can feel the mercy sliding from his own face, replaced by something hard and a little cruel. "Dom," he says.
"Billy," Dom says, and it is acquiescence. Billy begins to move, then, slow rough strokes at first, then faster, because it feels so good, yeah, and Dom's eyes are closed, mouth is open, Billy loves this, loves seeing his face like this. "Harder," Dom whispers, and already he can hardly get the word out because Billy is thrusting so hard, but hell, Billy can oblige: Billy tenses his legs for purchase, leans forward a little (Dom's cock grinds between their bellies and he groans "Ohfuckyeah, Billy!") and really pounds into him.
"Dom, yeah Dom, Dom, fuck oh fuck..." it is a litany, a little involuntary chant, "getting there, oh yeah, Dom, getting there..."
Dom's breathing gets faster, his hands, which have been holding his thighs back, slip, flutter, move. His legs press against Billy's chest suddenly, so Billy is working harder, bracing himself against the big taut muscles of Dom's thighs, Dom's calves thrown over his shoulders. Dom's hands slide over Billy's stomach, down to his waist, around to Billy's arse. He scrabbles for purchase and Billy thrusts forward, shifts again so Dom can clasp him suddenly, pull him forward.
Dom's cock is ground between them and Billy feels Dom's in-drawn breath before he hears it, locks his eyes on Dom's face and when Dom comes it is with a yell, mouth open, head back and body straining. He arches against Billy's body for four long thrusts, then sags. "Come on, Billy, come on," he moans, and the words release him, it is Billy's turn, Dom's body so tight around his cock, stomach slick with sticky cum against Billy, coming coming coming, no words left, just high hard sounds that he can hardly hear himself make over the roar of the blood in his ears, the shudder of pleasure-pain through his limbs.
Dom's legs are draped loosely around his waist, they slid down at some point, and Billy is completely limp atop him, not trying to hold himself up at all. He can feel Dom's chest moving up and down under his, smell sex and sweat and clean sheets where his nose is pressed into Dom's shoulder. Breathe, remember how to do that? Yeah. Breathe.
Dom's hands are sliding up and down his back after a while. "You're heavy as hell, Bills," his voice rumbles against Billy's ribcage after a while, and Billy makes a little effort, pushes himself up and off (ahhh, exhausted cock sliding out, sticky tacky slide of sweaty skin aginst skin).
Now that he is not ensconced completely in Dom--god, such pleasure, aftershocks of possibly the most intense sex he has had in years, if ever--Billy feels uncomfortable. Physically, anyway. He sits up with a groan and peels the used condom off, dropping it with a moue of distaste onto the bedside table.
Then he is seized and rolled over by Dom, energetic Dom, who tackles him and grins wickedly down at him. "Damn, you're mean," he snickers.
"You loved it," Billy replies stiffly, maintaining his supercilious expression with an effort as Dom bounces on him.
"Yes, I did!" Dom's a mess: hair on end, lips deliciously swollen. There is a smacky snick with every bounce, because they are practically glued together at the stomach with Dom's jizz.
All of which makes dignity difficult to maintain. "All right then," Billy says, and grabs Dom's ears and kisses him soundly.
"Leggo my ears, you daft git," Dom cries, but Billy doesn't think he is serious. Partly because it has the sound of a ritual response, and partly because he then dives into Billy's mouth like a dolphin, coming back up only when lack of oxygen absolutely demands it.
Then he lies there and they grin at one another for a while.
"Well." Billy stretches, arms and legs fully entended, head back, bones popping; then he contracts, curling around Dom like a spring, cradling him. "Shower?"
"Yeah." Dom wriggles a little, rubbing himself against Billy. "We're disgusting."
"Mmm. At least that's the same." Billy's voice is dry, hiding an exultation he is almost afraid to feel. Even if nothing else is.
Dom levers himself off Billy, offers a hand and pulls him up. "You know, we could still meet the others at the beach," he says as they pad into the bathroom. "Unless you have a better offer."
Billy turns on the shower. "We could go to the beach for my offer. But the bed's more comfortable."
"For...?"
"For letting you bugger me senseless. I hate when I get sand in my knickers."
The bathroom begins to fill with steam as Dom pushes Billy firmly back against the wall. "Can't have that, now can we?" He kisses him, soft and hard and wet and hot. "Guess we'll just have to stay here."
"Mmm. Good choice."
"Mmm-hmmm."
~end~
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17 (Yay! the smut is here!)
Summary: Jealous!Billy. First-time sex. Big misunderstanding. All's well in the end. (The challenge verbatim.)
Warnings: Un-beta'd. Cross-posted everywhere.
Feedback: Earns you more porn!
A/N: All for
starlikeshadow. Because I was snarky and she took me up on it. And it was really fun, too!Part One feeds right into this, no real break except I had to write the smut and I was tired, so I finished that up today. :-)
Double Entendre, Conclusion
An hour later Billy is sitting at the kitchen counter again, drinking water, pretending to read the newspaper. Doesn't know if anyone will pick him up at four-thirty, doesn't know if he can stand to go. The rage was transitory--Elijah didn't know, couldn't know what that little affectionate kiss had meant, what it had done to Billy. So. And Elijah is not stupid, he'd have seen the menace in Billy's face, heard it in his voice. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, Billy has screwed things up impressively, most probably, and he just hopes Elijah won’t mention it to Dom, will forgive him, pretend he didn't see it.
Knocking. Billy glances at the clock on the range. It is only three-fifteen, too early to be his cast mates, unless it is Elijah, back to talk things to death. Or fucking Sean, who really does deserve a black eye, and Billy might give it to him except that his hand hurts, and his knuckles are still hurting. He sighs, goes to answer the door.
It's Dom.
"Jesus Christ, Boyd, what the fuck is the matter with you?" He pushes his way in, just as Elijah did earlier. A match made in heaven, Billy thinks irritably. "You are such a fucking wanker. Did the liquor do it to you, last night, or is this a lifelong thing for you? I have to admit, I never saw it before, but hey, its been one surprise after another for the last few hours." He is pacing around the light-filled living room, waving his arms.
Billy closes the door, leans back against it. Dom. Goddamn, Billy could kill him, or kiss him. He has stayed away from face-to-face, one-on-one Dom recently, except for the car ride last night, without being too obvious about it. Ever since he figured out that he and Elijah seemed to really be bonding. It is just too hard. Because Billy really does want Dom, both in a pathetic, embarrassing, make-him-dinner-and-take-a-shower-together kind of way, and also in a much more immediate, real, slam-him-against-the-wall-and-fuck-him-till-he-whimpers kind of way.
"You know you scared Elijah half to death, you arsewipe." Dom shoots a glare at him. "He said you looked like you were about to fucking coldcock him." His eyes (grey today, Billy notices through his building frustration, anger, fury, the blue's all covered up) light on Billy's lacerated knuckles. "What did you do?" He waves his hands wildly. "I don't want to know. You know, if you had this problem, why didn't you come talk to me? Why Astin? Jesus Christ, you know he couldn't keep his mouth shut with a nail gun and roll of packing tape. You might as well go talk to Orli, for fuck's sake." He stops pacing in front of Billy, looks at his face. "You know you should have talked to me, Bill. Astin doesn't even know what the hell is going on."
"What the hell is going on?" Billy practically shouts it, right into Dom's face, feeling his control shredding. "I don't want to talk to Orli about this. I didn't really want to talk to Sean about this. I sure as hell didn't want to talk to Elijah about this." He hisses the name. "And the last person in the entire fucking universe that I want to talk about this to is you, Dominic. Fucking. Monaghan." He is shaking, can feel it, feel the poison in him.
"Goddamn, Billy, why are you so angry?"
The question stops Billy cold. Not just the question, but the complete, utter lack of comprehension on Dom's face. Dom doesn't get it--isn't deeply angry at Billy, except for the (legitimate, Billy admits) anger about how he sent Elijah away. The rest is blustering, noise, Domishness. And Billy feels like he was going up stairs and reached for the top step and it wasn't there--that jarring sensation of being off-balance. The knowledge that he missed out on something, somewhere along the way. So Billy can't talk for a minute, he just stands there, his mouth open at Dom, breathing hard.
"I don't know."
Dom's eyebrows come down, and now he is looking at Billy with concern. "Bills, mate. What's up?" He grasps Billy's arm and leads him to the couch. "Tell your Dommie all about it."
"But you're not my Dommeh," Billy says helplessly, slumping beside him. "You know, I feel like shit, this isn't your problem, yoursandElijah's, it's mine, and I fucking hate all this drama--"
"What do you mean, mine and Elijah's?" Again, that blank look. "Sean said you looked like your puppy had died last night, and then you started talking about Elijah..."
Billy's turn for a blank look. "Elijah?"
"Yeah, he said you were going on about skinny men and blue eyes--"
And the step is back, and Billy's foot (metaphorically speaking anyway) is on it, but he is not balanced, no not at all. In fact he feels like that particular step has launched him into some kind of sick-making freefall, not unlike bungee jumping. And there is no rope. He doesn't think he'll bounce back this time. He thinks he might splatter in a really unattractive way, and really soon, because he can see the jagged rocks down there, and so he does the only thing he can--he covers his eyes and he groans.
"What? Billy, what?"
"No. No, no, no, no... not. Didn't. Did not."
"Did not what? For chrissakes, Billy, how bad can it be?"
"Fuck. Dom, can you leave now, so I can hang m'self?"
Dom laughs, a little, strangled sort of laugh. "Bills, what's going on?"
"Iwasn'ttalkingaboutElijah." No point in delaying the inevitable crash. Get it over with. Better a quick death than this slow, drawn-out humiliation.
"You weren't--then who--" The flat silence beside Billy tells him that Dom has figured it out, too, and damn, those rocks are close. And pointy, and sharp.
"Well." Dom says it, and Billy thinks maybe he hears amusement. He doesn't blame Dom for being amused. The rocks are probably amused, too.
Billy nods. "Yeh." His hands are still over his face.
"Hey, there, Billy." Dom's voice is very calm, and his hands are steady and warm, curving around Billy's fingers, pulling them away from his face. "This is interesting."
Billy blinks at him. "Doesn't really change anything."
Dom tilts his head. "I'd say it does."
"Well, shite, Dommeh, I think Lijah'd have something to say about the whole fecked up mess, wouldn't he?" And now Dom is laughing, outright laughing at him. "What the hell?"
"Billy Boyd, you should not be allowed out of the house." What is that in Dom's expression? Billy wishes he knew. Before he can say anything, Dom goes on. "You are completely out of the loop. Really, seriously." Dom looks condescending, and he is obviously enjoying himself.
"Enlighten me, Monaghan." Billy forces his voice to dryness. He feels that he has created a new definition for awkward. Someday in the future, schoolchildren will read about this conversation when their teachers are trying to explain exactly how awkward an awkward situation can be.
"Okay." Dom sits back, comfortable. "First of all, Astin doesn't know shite. He's a sweetheart, but he doesn't. Okay? He's the only person further out of the loop than you. Second off, Elijah and Orli are a bit of an item. On-again, off-again, and they're all quiet about it--hush-hush, you know--so that you can be excused not knowing. Although I thought you did--really, Bill, you've fallen way off in the observational skills." He clicks his tongue, but Billy is too distracted by following the logical chain of thoughts to swat him for it. "Third thing you should know is that I am unattached. Free as a bird. Unfettered, allowed to act on whatever passing fancy should interest me." He shifts slightly, pulling one leg up and facing Billy a bit more squarely on the couch. "Fourth thing you should know is that I have always. Fancied. Slightly older men." He raises one eyebrow.
The rocks appear to have been replaced by marshmallows. Big fat soft ones. Maybe... maybe he'll bounce? Billy still feels a little vertiginous, but it is much less nauseating at the moment. "So. You and Elijah...?"
"The best of friends, mate."
"And Lijah and Orli...?"
"Never last, but they'll make each other miserable for a while until they move on and get to be friends again."
"And Sean...?"
"Idiot. Total wanker."
Billy swallows, nods. "Um." He is staring at Dom, he realizes, but he doesn't care, doesn't stop. And Dom is staring right back at him. "Wanna go surfing later?"
"No. Not really."
"Me either."
"'Kay."
Both of them lunge forward at the same time, with the result that their first kiss is much more like a car crash than an osculation. Billy is fairly sure he tastes blood, but he doesn't care, it seems much more important to latch his fingers into Dom's shirtfront and try to push his tongue as deeply into Dom's mouth as possible. In the meantime, Dom has his hands hard on Billy's head, fingers pressing just at the base of his skull, sliding into his hair (Billy wishes it was a little longer, so Dom could get a really good grip), and his teeth and lips and tongue seem to have some urgent message to Billy, they are gonna spell it out in messy, wet dots and dashes, S-O-S, right now, baby.
"God, unh--"
"Bills--"
Billy is pulling at Dom's shirt, tugging at it, slipping his hands underneath to touch warm smooth skin. "Fuck," he says, right into Dom's mouth.
"Fuck yeah," Dom replies. Well, okay, Billy didn’t really mean it as an invitation, but he can live with that interpretation.
"Oughta--call 'em. Tell 'em." Billy is hard at work on Dom's neck now, speaking between sucking, licking, kissing, Dom's fingers flexing against his scalp. Dom tastes of salt and skin and maleness, clean water and sunlight. Good. Delicious. Billy scrambles forward a little further, gets into Dom's lap, slides his tongue across his collarbone, up the strong column of his neck, to just below his ear. He is straddling him, and he can feel Dom's chest under his, the fabric bunched up under his armpits and across his chest, which Billy's hands are pressed against, spread over flat hard muscle, Dom's nipples--god, his nipples--pebbled and tight under the pads of his fingers.
"'Kay. You call." Dom slides his hands down Billy's neck, back, arse. Goosebumps follow his hands, and Billy twitches and bites Dom's earlobe.
"You."
"You."
"Fuck 'em, they'll figure it out."
"Christ, Billy--ohfuck--how long did it take for you to--unnnh--figure it out?"
Billy removes his hands from the front of Dom's jeans. "You're absolutely right. I'll call." He leans forward and Dom leans back and Billy plants his knees on either side of Dom's hips, his hands on either side of his head. "I dunnae want anyone. Interrupting us." His face is intense, and he loves Dom's shiver, the tiny nod.
"A'right." Billy climbs off Dom (it feels like ripping off a bandage, it is that hard to do) and goes into the kitchen, where his phone lives. He can't see Dom from here. That's probably good. Billy doesn't want to call and say only, "Uhhhhh...."
Speed dial. Elijah's voice. "Hello?"
"Hey, Lij, it's Billy."
"Billy--how are you?" Elijah's voice is cautious, concerned.
"Listen," Billy talks fast, "I'm fine, really. I'm really sorry about how I acted earlier. I think I'm gonna stay home, not really in the mood for surfing--" I'm in the mood for Dom, his brain sings, ridiculously. "So, y'know, doan pick me up."
"Aww, Billy, it's okay, come on, come surf with us. I talked to Orli, he's coming too. And, and, I don't want things to be bad."
"Things aren't bad." Billy takes a deep breath. "Dom's over here, talking some sense into me." Fuck yeah. "We're just going to hang out, you know--" try and get to the other side of each other's bodies, via osmosis-- "watch some telly. Get drunk, naked orgy." Uh-huh. "Etcetera."
Elijah laughs, god bless the child, a tentative little laugh. "Are you sure?"
"Yeh. Yeh, it's fine, Lij. Listen, I gotta go, Dom's handcuffed himself to my bed again. You know how it is."
Another laugh. "Yeah, I know how it is." You don't know how it is, thank all the gods of potential disaster and missed opportunities caught at the last second. "Tell him hi for me. Maybe we can go out tomorrow for some waves."
"Sure." If Dom and I can walk. "Talk to you later." Which I don't have in my plans.
"Bye."
"Bye."
Billy tosses the handset at the receiver, more out of habit than attention, and comes out of the kitchen at a run, intending to leap on Dom. Skids to a halt because Dom is not, in fact, on the couch.
But his trousers are.
Folded neatly over the back. Shirt beside them. Trainers side by side on the floor, socks stuffed into them. Billy investigates. No pants. Which means that either Dom is still wearing them or... he didn't have any on.
Working fast and silently, Billy removes his own clothing. The cool air prickles all over his skin. He is hard, so very hard, and when he is naked he paces down the hall. He wants to play along, wants to sneak up on Dom and pounce on him, but on the other hand... Screw this, Billy knows where he will be, and he can't take any more suspense, frankly. "I'm coming for yeh, Dommeh." And he pauses outside his bedroom door, which is half-closed.
"Soon enough." Dom's voice floats out to him, low and amused.
The bedroom is dim, and Dom is lounging on Billy's bed. Naked. "Presume rather a lot, doncha Monaghan?" Billy leans against the door frame.
Dom stretches out, folds his hands behind his head. "You might speak from a position of more strength if you weren't naked," he points out.
"Well. Yeah." Billy launches himself across the room, lands on the bed (and incidentally Dom) with a whoop. "I'll show yeh a position of strength," he growls into Dom's ear, and Dom laughs, and then they are kissing again.
It's hot and wet and urgent in just a very few seconds, the laughter in Dom's mouth stilled (though it lurks in his eyes). Naked Dom... Billy doesn't know what to concentrate on, the mouth he wants to bruise with kissing or the body his hands are exploring greedily. "Gonna lick every inch of yeh, Dom," he mutters, and sets to work, tongue busy and nose pressing against warm slick flesh. Dom is busy, too, hands sliding all over Billy, kneading, grasping, fingers digging in. Billy works his way down Dom's chest to his belly--that same belly he was lusting after last night. And this time he can do just what he wants, he can circle Dom's navel with his tongue, then lick his way gently down the line of hair below it, dark soft hair that leads to Dom's cock...
"Fuck Billy," Dom gasps as Billy wets his lips and plunges down over that length of rigid, silky skin.
We'll get to that, Billy thinks as he slides his lips and teeth and tongue over Dom, because already he wants it, wants to feel Dom in him, fingers and tongue and cock, all of it, but not yet, first Billy is gonna take him, take him so hard... He wants to tell him so, and doesn't want Dom to come yet, so he gives his cock one more fierce suck ("Ohholyahhhh") and lets it go, wriggling around and up to Dom's face. "Dom, I'm gonna fuck ye now," he says, low and sweet, "gonna fuck ye so hard you cannae walk. Wanna hear yeh come, wanna come inside yeh..."
"Yeah, fuck yeah, Billy," Dom's eyes are glazed, he reaches down and grabs Billy's cock, squeezes it tight and hard so that Billy almost whimpers, "do it, do it..." Then his mouth is on Billy's again, hands pulling at Billy's hips so their erections grind together. Both of them are moaning. "Condom, condom," Dom manages, and Billy can feel pre-cum--his or Dom's?--a sticky little smear across his thigh.
He rolls off Dom, gropes furiously in the bedside table. Condoms, where the fuck--? Okay, got one, and lube, that's here too, might as well get it, because he plans to be hip deep in Dom in about one minute, tops...
Billy lies motionless on his back while Dom rolls the condom over his aching cock, trembling slightly, trying not to breathe so loudly. Dom's face as he does it is so incredibly beautiful, downturned eyes, lashes like smudges against his cheekbones, crooked mouth open a little in concentration, nose and and ears and the back of his neck flushed with desire. Billy stares like a fool until Dom is done, fingers pressing down along the latex, shaping Billy's desire into something as sleek and deadly as a bullet.
When he looks up his eyes meet Billy's, and a smile is playing around his lips. "Want you bad, Bills," he murmurs, and Billy smiles back at him, pure happiness. He sits up, pushes Dom back. He is pliant, though his muscles are hard and he is under tight control, Billy can tell. They adjust one another with touches, pushes, caresses that turn into instructions, until Dom is sitting back against the headboard, cushioned by pillows, and Billy is kneeling between his legs. Billy squeezes lube into his hand, leans forward.
He kisses Dom as his hand goes down, strokes over his own cock--always feels so weird, chilly jelly over the thin slick plastic of a condom--then smoothes his hand between Dom's legs, an affectionate slide over his cock--Dom's mouth opens under his, a wordless sigh of pleasure that Billy swallows completely--then down. Dom's sac tightens under his fingers, then loosens, and Billy's fingers are circling Dom's arsehole, small and puckered and tight with anticipation. "Don't need much," Dom murmurs, and Billy nods, little stutter of teeth and tongue over Dom's, and slides one finger in.
Dom stiffens a little under him. "Unh," he breathes, and Billy pushes his tongue into Dom's mouth just as he slides another finger in. Push them in deep, twist, circle until you feel Dom shudder a little...
"Now, Dommeh," he says, and it is not a request. Dom settles, Billy moves, lifts Dom's legs and folds them back so he can kneel just where he wants to. Look down, one hand on his own cock to guide it, and slowly push in... Don't want to hurt him, but then again I do, goddamn I do, so Billy pushes a little more urgently. His reward is Dom's eyes, smoky blue and grey, locked onto his, wide and intent. Billy can feel the mercy sliding from his own face, replaced by something hard and a little cruel. "Dom," he says.
"Billy," Dom says, and it is acquiescence. Billy begins to move, then, slow rough strokes at first, then faster, because it feels so good, yeah, and Dom's eyes are closed, mouth is open, Billy loves this, loves seeing his face like this. "Harder," Dom whispers, and already he can hardly get the word out because Billy is thrusting so hard, but hell, Billy can oblige: Billy tenses his legs for purchase, leans forward a little (Dom's cock grinds between their bellies and he groans "Ohfuckyeah, Billy!") and really pounds into him.
"Dom, yeah Dom, Dom, fuck oh fuck..." it is a litany, a little involuntary chant, "getting there, oh yeah, Dom, getting there..."
Dom's breathing gets faster, his hands, which have been holding his thighs back, slip, flutter, move. His legs press against Billy's chest suddenly, so Billy is working harder, bracing himself against the big taut muscles of Dom's thighs, Dom's calves thrown over his shoulders. Dom's hands slide over Billy's stomach, down to his waist, around to Billy's arse. He scrabbles for purchase and Billy thrusts forward, shifts again so Dom can clasp him suddenly, pull him forward.
Dom's cock is ground between them and Billy feels Dom's in-drawn breath before he hears it, locks his eyes on Dom's face and when Dom comes it is with a yell, mouth open, head back and body straining. He arches against Billy's body for four long thrusts, then sags. "Come on, Billy, come on," he moans, and the words release him, it is Billy's turn, Dom's body so tight around his cock, stomach slick with sticky cum against Billy, coming coming coming, no words left, just high hard sounds that he can hardly hear himself make over the roar of the blood in his ears, the shudder of pleasure-pain through his limbs.
Dom's legs are draped loosely around his waist, they slid down at some point, and Billy is completely limp atop him, not trying to hold himself up at all. He can feel Dom's chest moving up and down under his, smell sex and sweat and clean sheets where his nose is pressed into Dom's shoulder. Breathe, remember how to do that? Yeah. Breathe.
Dom's hands are sliding up and down his back after a while. "You're heavy as hell, Bills," his voice rumbles against Billy's ribcage after a while, and Billy makes a little effort, pushes himself up and off (ahhh, exhausted cock sliding out, sticky tacky slide of sweaty skin aginst skin).
Now that he is not ensconced completely in Dom--god, such pleasure, aftershocks of possibly the most intense sex he has had in years, if ever--Billy feels uncomfortable. Physically, anyway. He sits up with a groan and peels the used condom off, dropping it with a moue of distaste onto the bedside table.
Then he is seized and rolled over by Dom, energetic Dom, who tackles him and grins wickedly down at him. "Damn, you're mean," he snickers.
"You loved it," Billy replies stiffly, maintaining his supercilious expression with an effort as Dom bounces on him.
"Yes, I did!" Dom's a mess: hair on end, lips deliciously swollen. There is a smacky snick with every bounce, because they are practically glued together at the stomach with Dom's jizz.
All of which makes dignity difficult to maintain. "All right then," Billy says, and grabs Dom's ears and kisses him soundly.
"Leggo my ears, you daft git," Dom cries, but Billy doesn't think he is serious. Partly because it has the sound of a ritual response, and partly because he then dives into Billy's mouth like a dolphin, coming back up only when lack of oxygen absolutely demands it.
Then he lies there and they grin at one another for a while.
"Well." Billy stretches, arms and legs fully entended, head back, bones popping; then he contracts, curling around Dom like a spring, cradling him. "Shower?"
"Yeah." Dom wriggles a little, rubbing himself against Billy. "We're disgusting."
"Mmm. At least that's the same." Billy's voice is dry, hiding an exultation he is almost afraid to feel. Even if nothing else is.
Dom levers himself off Billy, offers a hand and pulls him up. "You know, we could still meet the others at the beach," he says as they pad into the bathroom. "Unless you have a better offer."
Billy turns on the shower. "We could go to the beach for my offer. But the bed's more comfortable."
"For...?"
"For letting you bugger me senseless. I hate when I get sand in my knickers."
The bathroom begins to fill with steam as Dom pushes Billy firmly back against the wall. "Can't have that, now can we?" He kisses him, soft and hard and wet and hot. "Guess we'll just have to stay here."
"Mmm. Good choice."
"Mmm-hmmm."
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ALL SHALL READ THEM AND DESPAIR!
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See! See! As coherent as usual. Loved it. Fucking hot, confusion and misunderstandings and humour.
*loves*
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