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fellowshippers2004-11-25 05:32 pm
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Show Me Greece
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thuribrandybuck
Author's Email: Thuri at GypsyPyrates dot com
Website: http://www.in-the-shire-reckoning.com/
Pairing(s): Dom/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy and Dom on vacation, in the not so distant future.
Disclaimer: Yeah. This is sooooo not true.
Warning: none
Authors Note: B-day mathom forladykitten69, who requested billy and dom, Italy. They got angsty all on their own.
"Billy?"
Billy burrowed more firmly under the blanket, making an indecipherable Scottish noise.
Dom frowned, and raised his voice slightly. "Bills?"
The noise repeated itself.
Deciding this was as close to awake as he was likely to get the Scot, without resorting to sterner measures, Dom poked him. "Billy! C'mon. Wake up."
Excavating himself with an effort, Billy managed to open one eye. "Why?"
"Because," Dom said firmly. "We're on vacation, and you're wasting time sleeping. Do you know what we could be doing right now?"
Billy's eye closed again, and he turned over. "Shag later, Dommie, I promise," he muttered, already settling back to sleep.
"It's not just that, though," Dom countered. "We're in Italy, Bills! In Rome! We could see the Coliseum, St. Peter's, the Parthenon . . ."
"The Parthenon's in Greece, Dom," Billy countered, eyes opening against his will now. "Not Rome."
Dom waved a hand dismissively. "Then we'll see that later. But for now . . . Come on."
And that was the end of Billy's sleep.
They did have quite a good time, seeing the sights, risking a cab ride, everything. And Dom, in order to head off Billy's certain teasing, starting pointing out landmarks half a world away, at least. Billy watched him, grinning to himself to see Dom so happy, so free. And felt lucky, to once again be in his presence, like this, alone with him. It couldn't last, of course. That was what the whole vacation was about. One last trip, when it was just them. Before the wedding.
Dom knew it, knew deeply that Billy would soon belong, by law, to another. And he liked Ali, he truly did, but . . .
They didn't speak of it, and finally, late that night, they stumbled back to the room together, full of good wine and better food, and the sun and laughter and love of the day behind them. Dom pressed against Billy, capturing his mouth, needy and wanting and, for all his apparent submission, demanding as well. "Need you, Bills," he murmured, kissing him again, working the Scot's leather jacket off, slipping long fingers beneath his shirt. "Take me."
Billy growled softly at his words, worrying Dom's bottom lip between sharp teeth. He let Dom undress him, then himself, watching as the younger man spread himself across the bed, stretching like a cat, lean muscle sliding over bone as he crawled backward. "I'm waiting for you, Billy," Dom said, voice soft and low, his eyes dark, hooded, and so, so blue in that moment. "I'm ready, and hard, and aching to feel your cock sliding into my ass, pressing in and stretching me, claiming me, showing me I belong to you. C'mon, Bills." He grinned. "Show me Greece."
Billy snorted, but sobered, his eyes growing hard. "You want me?" he asked, cocking his head to the side, wondering just how far he could push Dom, where this could go.
It was Dom's turn to snort softly. "Fuck, no, Billy. This is all an act."
"Quiet," Billy said, voice low and even.
Dom snapped his mouth shut.
"Don't tell me you want me, Dominic," Billy said, a dangerous grin spreading across his face. "Show me. Right here, right now. Put on a good enough show, and . . . I may fuck you."
Dom shivered, at the tone of his voice, the command in his eyes . . . this was the Billy he dreamed of, wanted so. The Billy who knew him better than he knew himself, knew what he needed, in every way. "Yes . . ." he hissed, pushing as he always did. But his hand slid down his chest, tweaking his own nipples in passing. He teased himself, putting on a good show, fingers taking a path Billy's often had, avoiding his cock, straining and red already.
He rolled his balls between his fingers, letting out a breathy moan, looking at Billy from under lowered lashes, grinning slightly at the carefully controlled look on his face. Dom knew that look.
Billy watched the lad before him, as he abandoned his balls and let his touch travel to his cock, hand curling closed around it. "Want this to be your hand, Billy," Dom murmured, ignoring the command to stay silent. Not that Billy was surprised, the manc had never managed silence. "Your hand, touching me, driving me to the edge. Your hand, going back, beneath my balls, touching me, here . . ." And with that, his other hand did slide behind his balls, brush against his entrance.
Dom paused, then, long enough to suck a long finger into his mouth, coat it in saliva, and then it was back, and he pushed it into himself, even as his other hand tugged at his cock, squeezed, pulled at the skin. "Want it to be you in me," he went on, breathless now. "You taking me, making me yours, yours . . ." His words were lost, then, his head falling back as he worked himself over, writhing between his own hands against the hotel sheets. Words lost, but silent he was not, throat working, broken noises escaping him, until Billy could stand it no longer.
In moments, he was over Dom, pressing into him with fingers hastily lubed, then his cock, taking the lad, the boy who'd grown to a man under his eyes, the lad he'd shared so much with, the lad he . . . the lad he loved. Taking him, and fucking him and claiming him, slamming into him again and again, hand taking the place of Dom's and roughly jerking him off at the same time, harsh breathing and wordless cries mixing like their sweat. Moving, pushing, through sex wanton and hard and needy and . . . final. Final.
Because soon it would be over. Over, and done, and never again would he feel this, feel Dom white hot around his cock, moving against him, pushing back and scratching and fighting, fighting to get closer, become part of him . . .
Inside, Billy felt himself break apart. But was determined, absolutely determined, never to show it. He'd made his choice, set his feet on this path. And couldn't turn away not now not even . . . not even . . . He came, spilling his seed, feeling Dom's cover his hand, feeling the other man gather him close as he collapsed. Not even if his choice was wrong.
"Shh, Bills," Dom murmured, voice thick, as Billy shook a bit, taken hard by reaction as always. "Shh, love, it's over. So good, lover, every time."
Over. And that was the hell of it, Billy decided, letting himself be comforted for the moment, before life would have to start again. Because it was.
thuribrandybuckAuthor's Email: Thuri at GypsyPyrates dot com
Website: http://www.in-the-shire-reckoning.com/
Pairing(s): Dom/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy and Dom on vacation, in the not so distant future.
Disclaimer: Yeah. This is sooooo not true.
Warning: none
Authors Note: B-day mathom for
ladykitten69, who requested billy and dom, Italy. They got angsty all on their own."Billy?"
Billy burrowed more firmly under the blanket, making an indecipherable Scottish noise.
Dom frowned, and raised his voice slightly. "Bills?"
The noise repeated itself.
Deciding this was as close to awake as he was likely to get the Scot, without resorting to sterner measures, Dom poked him. "Billy! C'mon. Wake up."
Excavating himself with an effort, Billy managed to open one eye. "Why?"
"Because," Dom said firmly. "We're on vacation, and you're wasting time sleeping. Do you know what we could be doing right now?"
Billy's eye closed again, and he turned over. "Shag later, Dommie, I promise," he muttered, already settling back to sleep.
"It's not just that, though," Dom countered. "We're in Italy, Bills! In Rome! We could see the Coliseum, St. Peter's, the Parthenon . . ."
"The Parthenon's in Greece, Dom," Billy countered, eyes opening against his will now. "Not Rome."
Dom waved a hand dismissively. "Then we'll see that later. But for now . . . Come on."
And that was the end of Billy's sleep.
They did have quite a good time, seeing the sights, risking a cab ride, everything. And Dom, in order to head off Billy's certain teasing, starting pointing out landmarks half a world away, at least. Billy watched him, grinning to himself to see Dom so happy, so free. And felt lucky, to once again be in his presence, like this, alone with him. It couldn't last, of course. That was what the whole vacation was about. One last trip, when it was just them. Before the wedding.
Dom knew it, knew deeply that Billy would soon belong, by law, to another. And he liked Ali, he truly did, but . . .
They didn't speak of it, and finally, late that night, they stumbled back to the room together, full of good wine and better food, and the sun and laughter and love of the day behind them. Dom pressed against Billy, capturing his mouth, needy and wanting and, for all his apparent submission, demanding as well. "Need you, Bills," he murmured, kissing him again, working the Scot's leather jacket off, slipping long fingers beneath his shirt. "Take me."
Billy growled softly at his words, worrying Dom's bottom lip between sharp teeth. He let Dom undress him, then himself, watching as the younger man spread himself across the bed, stretching like a cat, lean muscle sliding over bone as he crawled backward. "I'm waiting for you, Billy," Dom said, voice soft and low, his eyes dark, hooded, and so, so blue in that moment. "I'm ready, and hard, and aching to feel your cock sliding into my ass, pressing in and stretching me, claiming me, showing me I belong to you. C'mon, Bills." He grinned. "Show me Greece."
Billy snorted, but sobered, his eyes growing hard. "You want me?" he asked, cocking his head to the side, wondering just how far he could push Dom, where this could go.
It was Dom's turn to snort softly. "Fuck, no, Billy. This is all an act."
"Quiet," Billy said, voice low and even.
Dom snapped his mouth shut.
"Don't tell me you want me, Dominic," Billy said, a dangerous grin spreading across his face. "Show me. Right here, right now. Put on a good enough show, and . . . I may fuck you."
Dom shivered, at the tone of his voice, the command in his eyes . . . this was the Billy he dreamed of, wanted so. The Billy who knew him better than he knew himself, knew what he needed, in every way. "Yes . . ." he hissed, pushing as he always did. But his hand slid down his chest, tweaking his own nipples in passing. He teased himself, putting on a good show, fingers taking a path Billy's often had, avoiding his cock, straining and red already.
He rolled his balls between his fingers, letting out a breathy moan, looking at Billy from under lowered lashes, grinning slightly at the carefully controlled look on his face. Dom knew that look.
Billy watched the lad before him, as he abandoned his balls and let his touch travel to his cock, hand curling closed around it. "Want this to be your hand, Billy," Dom murmured, ignoring the command to stay silent. Not that Billy was surprised, the manc had never managed silence. "Your hand, touching me, driving me to the edge. Your hand, going back, beneath my balls, touching me, here . . ." And with that, his other hand did slide behind his balls, brush against his entrance.
Dom paused, then, long enough to suck a long finger into his mouth, coat it in saliva, and then it was back, and he pushed it into himself, even as his other hand tugged at his cock, squeezed, pulled at the skin. "Want it to be you in me," he went on, breathless now. "You taking me, making me yours, yours . . ." His words were lost, then, his head falling back as he worked himself over, writhing between his own hands against the hotel sheets. Words lost, but silent he was not, throat working, broken noises escaping him, until Billy could stand it no longer.
In moments, he was over Dom, pressing into him with fingers hastily lubed, then his cock, taking the lad, the boy who'd grown to a man under his eyes, the lad he'd shared so much with, the lad he . . . the lad he loved. Taking him, and fucking him and claiming him, slamming into him again and again, hand taking the place of Dom's and roughly jerking him off at the same time, harsh breathing and wordless cries mixing like their sweat. Moving, pushing, through sex wanton and hard and needy and . . . final. Final.
Because soon it would be over. Over, and done, and never again would he feel this, feel Dom white hot around his cock, moving against him, pushing back and scratching and fighting, fighting to get closer, become part of him . . .
Inside, Billy felt himself break apart. But was determined, absolutely determined, never to show it. He'd made his choice, set his feet on this path. And couldn't turn away not now not even . . . not even . . . He came, spilling his seed, feeling Dom's cover his hand, feeling the other man gather him close as he collapsed. Not even if his choice was wrong.
"Shh, Bills," Dom murmured, voice thick, as Billy shook a bit, taken hard by reaction as always. "Shh, love, it's over. So good, lover, every time."
Over. And that was the hell of it, Billy decided, letting himself be comforted for the moment, before life would have to start again. Because it was.
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So sad...yet joyful. They know it's over and yet they're full of life and mirth and beauty.
I particularly appreaciated the setting: Rome is the perfect place for hello's and alas...goodbye's.
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And yeah. Rome seemed perfect for it, though since her request was for Italy, I'm not sure if the setting picked the story or the story picked the setting.
And thank you.
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