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Reprieve, Part 12 of the Schmoop Series
Title: Reprieve (part 12)
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sophrosyne31
Pairing: Dom/Billy plus autres
Rating: M
Disclaimer: is all lies and fantasy
Feedback: is like a good cup of tea
A/N: all other chapters of the schmoop series are here
The advent of Ian is greeted with a positive chorus of awed ‘Oooooooh’s from under the bed. Ian’s sage-and-cedar aftershave has wafted down there and alerted everyone. There’s the sound of various elf-and-hobbit knees being drawn up in schoolboyish demeanour; various sweaty hands clasping demurely in front of various sweaty groins.
Billy and Dom remain pressed together, ready to defend themselves against what must, surely, be the last and noblest of the intruders. Dom grabs at Billy’s erection nudging into Dom’s hip, for courage. Dom shakes his head.
“I mean, this is just getting silly,” he mutters. Billy nods, tensely.
“Ian, lovely to have you—I mean, you’re very kind to stop by—any other time, we’d be deli--look, why the fuck are you here??” he yowls.
Ian blinks. He gestures to his other hand, which is holding a wicker picnic basket. “I thought, it’s a lovely day, and Bernard told me you fellows were having a little soiree—”
“NO SOIREE! NO LOVELY DAY! NO ALICE’S TEA PARTY! NO FUCKING COCKTAILS!” shrieks Billy. “Out! OUT! You can all fucking GET THE FUCK OUT!” and he shoos and slaps and flurries his hands at Ian until Ian’s backing out the door with his hat slopping forward over his bewildered eyes. Dom stands back, his hands thrown up in horror for a moment, then lunges forward and grabs at the flailing Billy.
“AREN’T YOU ON MY SIDE?” shouts Billy. “OH DOM, MAKE IT ALL GO AWAY!”
“Billy,” says Dom, knuckling Billy’s head down against his belly and patting it, “get a fucking grip, man.”
“Get a fucking grip,” comes a faint reprise from under the bed.
Elijah’s grimy little face peeps out. He has cobwebs on his ear, blood high in his cheeks, and a smear of something dried and white on his chin. He scrambles out, further and cranks up to stand next to Dom. Meanwhile, Ian’s settled into a kind of lounging position in the bedroom doorway, as if he’d always intended to set up there for the afternoon. He surreptitiously re-tilts his hat into place.
“Bills?” Elijah whispers. Dom catches Elijah’s eye and nods. Elijah bends and places a few wily kisses up the bared back of Billy’s neck, where the hair at his nape is especially fluffed. Billy moans into Dom’s tummy. Elijah scruffles his fingers on Billy’s buttock.
Billy’s buttock twitches.
Elijah bumps his hip up against Billy’s and Billy raises his head and smiles weakly at Elijah and says, “I think I might have been over-reacting a little. It’s my weak heart, you know.”
“S’alright,” says Elijah. His little sticky fingers make patting movements on Billy’s bum.
Ian coughs. “So, how would it be if I make us all a nice cup of tea? I’m discerning that a certain amount of physical exertion has taken place here—” the room smells like a brothel at the end of a big night “—and some refreshments might be in order before we all leave the hosts to some peace?”
There’s a flurry of nods and grateful sighs and the sound of Orlando and Sean mumbling under the bed.
“Me first in the shower!” says Dom, and sprints to the bathroom, his little pink bum the last thing they see before the door slams shut.
It opens again. Dom’s arm lunges out and grasps Billy by the hand.
“Come on, you,” says Dom’s voice, and Billy disappears too with a jerk.
Orlando and Sean clamber out from under the bed. Ian vanishes to put the kettle on. Those remaining in the room smile bashfully at each other.
“It’s been a hell of an interesting situation,” says Sean. He stares bemusedly at Elijah’s bellybutton.
“I never knew you tasted like marmalade,” says Orlando. No one knows whom he’s addressing, as he’s too busy peering at a lovebite on his own penis.
“I need a smoke,” says Elijah. “Do you think Ian has any cigars?” He rubs his tummy wearily.
From inside the bathroom comes the muffled sound of hot water and hysterical giggles.
Author:
sophrosyne31Pairing: Dom/Billy plus autres
Rating: M
Disclaimer: is all lies and fantasy
Feedback: is like a good cup of tea
A/N: all other chapters of the schmoop series are here
The advent of Ian is greeted with a positive chorus of awed ‘Oooooooh’s from under the bed. Ian’s sage-and-cedar aftershave has wafted down there and alerted everyone. There’s the sound of various elf-and-hobbit knees being drawn up in schoolboyish demeanour; various sweaty hands clasping demurely in front of various sweaty groins.
Billy and Dom remain pressed together, ready to defend themselves against what must, surely, be the last and noblest of the intruders. Dom grabs at Billy’s erection nudging into Dom’s hip, for courage. Dom shakes his head.
“I mean, this is just getting silly,” he mutters. Billy nods, tensely.
“Ian, lovely to have you—I mean, you’re very kind to stop by—any other time, we’d be deli--look, why the fuck are you here??” he yowls.
Ian blinks. He gestures to his other hand, which is holding a wicker picnic basket. “I thought, it’s a lovely day, and Bernard told me you fellows were having a little soiree—”
“NO SOIREE! NO LOVELY DAY! NO ALICE’S TEA PARTY! NO FUCKING COCKTAILS!” shrieks Billy. “Out! OUT! You can all fucking GET THE FUCK OUT!” and he shoos and slaps and flurries his hands at Ian until Ian’s backing out the door with his hat slopping forward over his bewildered eyes. Dom stands back, his hands thrown up in horror for a moment, then lunges forward and grabs at the flailing Billy.
“AREN’T YOU ON MY SIDE?” shouts Billy. “OH DOM, MAKE IT ALL GO AWAY!”
“Billy,” says Dom, knuckling Billy’s head down against his belly and patting it, “get a fucking grip, man.”
“Get a fucking grip,” comes a faint reprise from under the bed.
Elijah’s grimy little face peeps out. He has cobwebs on his ear, blood high in his cheeks, and a smear of something dried and white on his chin. He scrambles out, further and cranks up to stand next to Dom. Meanwhile, Ian’s settled into a kind of lounging position in the bedroom doorway, as if he’d always intended to set up there for the afternoon. He surreptitiously re-tilts his hat into place.
“Bills?” Elijah whispers. Dom catches Elijah’s eye and nods. Elijah bends and places a few wily kisses up the bared back of Billy’s neck, where the hair at his nape is especially fluffed. Billy moans into Dom’s tummy. Elijah scruffles his fingers on Billy’s buttock.
Billy’s buttock twitches.
Elijah bumps his hip up against Billy’s and Billy raises his head and smiles weakly at Elijah and says, “I think I might have been over-reacting a little. It’s my weak heart, you know.”
“S’alright,” says Elijah. His little sticky fingers make patting movements on Billy’s bum.
Ian coughs. “So, how would it be if I make us all a nice cup of tea? I’m discerning that a certain amount of physical exertion has taken place here—” the room smells like a brothel at the end of a big night “—and some refreshments might be in order before we all leave the hosts to some peace?”
There’s a flurry of nods and grateful sighs and the sound of Orlando and Sean mumbling under the bed.
“Me first in the shower!” says Dom, and sprints to the bathroom, his little pink bum the last thing they see before the door slams shut.
It opens again. Dom’s arm lunges out and grasps Billy by the hand.
“Come on, you,” says Dom’s voice, and Billy disappears too with a jerk.
Orlando and Sean clamber out from under the bed. Ian vanishes to put the kettle on. Those remaining in the room smile bashfully at each other.
“It’s been a hell of an interesting situation,” says Sean. He stares bemusedly at Elijah’s bellybutton.
“I never knew you tasted like marmalade,” says Orlando. No one knows whom he’s addressing, as he’s too busy peering at a lovebite on his own penis.
“I need a smoke,” says Elijah. “Do you think Ian has any cigars?” He rubs his tummy wearily.
From inside the bathroom comes the muffled sound of hot water and hysterical giggles.
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And OMG, I just want to hop in the shower with them!! HeeHee!
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there might have to be a shower scene, i think. just for you?
*turns on the taps*