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Title: The Ten Commandments According To Billy Boyd
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Commandment #8: Thou Shall Know Thy Own Kinks And Weaknesses.
Notes: Thank god for inspiration.
Commandment Number Eight: Thou Shall Know Thy Kinks And Weaknesses
Billy, to put it simply, had his own various kinks.
One might call those certain kinks weaknesses, and Billy wasn’t about to argue with that logic. He especially found that when someone presented him with the opportunity to take advantage of said kink, he was very inclined to take it.
Billy had been wallowing nonstop since the incident with surfing, and he had slipped past wallowing and into something a little danker, a little more miserable after seeing the door close with Dom and Orlando behind it. He found that alcohol was a fine friend in this new dank place, and it blurred the edges of his world.
It intoxicated his mind to believe the lies he made for himself.
He doesn’t care for Dom.
Nothing happened between him and Orlando.
He doesn’t love Dom.
He doesn’t.
Billy stretched his arms out, feeling his back crack a little as he smiled at the bartender and shook his hand a little to deny any more drinks to be poured in the vicinity of his glass. He rolled his neck around, feeling the kinks brought about by both age and overuse and blinked as he rested his head on the cool bar temporarily.
“That cannot be sanitary,” a voice interrupted his wallowing. Billy opened his eyes and tried to make his way past the alcohol and the lies in his mind to verify whether the sight he was seeing was real indeed. It seemed a little too perfect to be true.
“Dom?” Billy swallowed as he sat vertically. “S’that you?”
Billy blinked again. And again. And once more for luck to make sure that he really wasn’t hallucinating – as he had done before, only once when he had gotten really smashed beyond belief. When the vision in front of him didn’t disappear with any of the blinking, Billy began to smile with hope and relief.
Dom’s hand wrapped around Billy’s hip, hidden just inside the denim jacket he was wearing and they locked eyes. Billy flinched a little at the touch, knowing that those same long, nimble fingers had been touching Orlando the other night. Billy’s skin crawled a little with discomfort and yet, Dom’s eyes were all warm assurance. He settled in the stool beside Billy for a moment when Billy wouldn’t be moved.
“Billy?”
Billy sighed a little and leaned over a bit so that their conversation could be kept private.
“Billy, look me in the eyes,” Dom rolled his eyes, and lifted Billy’s face with two fingers lightly propping up his chin. Billy squinted a little in the haze of the bar, and swallowed with realization. Dom grinned when he saw Billy’s eyes go up and down, effectively checking out Dom’s body. “You like?”
“It’s leather,” Billy coughed out, desperately wanting something more to drink at that precise moment. Vaguely, he recalled his commandments in his mind, and number eight was jumping around with bells and flashers attached to it. It didn’t matter whether the anatomy was male or female; leather sent Billy into hyper drive with a side of lust.
And Dom knew that.
The bloody wanker knew all about his commandment. It had been the source of many a fine evening when they had first started going out. There were tight jeans, and hints of leather straps underneath the sleeves of his leather jacket, and there was a clingy tank underneath the leather of the long, trailing duster.
Billy could drool then and there, he really could have.
“Orlando and me…” Dom began to speak, and the voice broke him out of his pleasant reverie.
“Please don’t,” Billy pleaded, his fingers running up and inside Dom’s sleeve and caressing the smooth outside of the wristband before slipping under and feeling the familiar rough patch. “I mean, you and Orlando; Elijah and I…”
Dom froze and Billy took note.
“Did you and…”
“When I saw the two of you going into your room, I went to Elijah and we talked,” Billy explained. Dom seemed to accept the answer, and Billy resumed the roaming fingers and touch, running the back of his hand across the smooth leather material again.
“Orlando and I,” Dom tried again, “was nothing more than some clumsy, fumbling kisses...”
“I’m not into the voyeurism,” Billy winced, but Dom didn’t seem to hear him at all. Billy prayed with every ounce of faith that he had left that Dom would at least be merciful with his disclosure.
“…and then I had him leave,” Dom emphasized every word.
“Leave?”
“Gone,” Dom confirmed, and while his mouth was closing from speaking, Billy was already on his feet, dragging Dom out of the beer with a quick smile to the bartender.
“Put it on my tab!” Billy requested over his shoulder as they walked quickly through the lobby and in the direction of the elevators. Dom straightened the coat with a pleased smile. For once in his life, he had done the right thing and it was paying off. Dom checked himself once in the elevators outside the mirrors of this particular hotel, and jumped a little with surprise with the hands underneath his coat became hands underneath his shirt.
He quirked a smile of pride. “This is new,” he murmured as Billy nuzzled him while the elevator doors opened and Billy pulled Dom in, stumbling all the way.
“Dominic,” Billy spoke, nipping at his lip. The doors closed as Dom forgot there was a world that revolved around other things than the two of them.
“Yeah?”
“Respect your elders,” Billy growled a little right in Dom’s ear, and the hands moved onto skin that was underneath his pants. Dom whimpered a little at the desired touch, and prayed no one else wanted to ride the elevator that night. He pushed himself on Billy’s body, remembering the angles and the strength of the muscles, the pattern of breathing.
The elevator opened on their floor, and Billy led the way – slowly, in a damned slow, measured pace – to his room, pausing before sliding his key card in and Dom watched eagerly for the green light. When the door opened, Dom made sure to shut it with a slam and shucked his coat off onto the floor.
Billy’s lips found their way to his, and they kissed. It was a missed contact and Dom delighted in the feeling of it, his eyes falling only briefly to his leather coat by the door. For a moment, he frowned as his memory caught up to things.
“Billy,” he murmured through the lips.
“Dom, please shut up,” Billy requested, parting for a minute to speak. Dom backed away as Billy pushed forward to continue their kiss. Dom hated himself, but the whole trend of doing the right thing was showing no signs of stopping. Billy tapped his foot a little, the bulge in his pants very obvious now.
Dom closed his eyes and cursed himself for saying what he was about to say.
“You spent the night in Elijah’s room?” he questioned.
“Talking,” Billy clarified.
Dom cursed himself for his overactive imagination. Then he cursed himself for thinking everything could be fixed just as quickly with an easy leather solution. He slowly crept away from Billy with a conflicted look on his face, scooping up the coat into his hands. Billy looked confused, devastated and lost all in that second.
“Dom?”
“Everyone is going to hit the outdoor pool tomorrow for swimming, if you didn’t know,” Dom spoke dully.
“I know,” Billy tossed off quickly. “Dom, what are you…”
“I don’t think…no…I can’t,” Dom apologized, making a quick getaway. He closed the door behind him and went straight past the elevator and opted for the stairs.
Billy remained standing still in his room, confused as ever and shook his head. The events of what had just happened went quickly through his mind, and he cursed the world for giving him exactly what he wanted, and then snatching it away from him.
If only he never slept with Elijah that one night, causing the haphazard chain of events.
If only things had gone as he hoped they would; without halt of any kind.
If only he could translate Dom’s way of thought.
If only.
tbc
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Commandment #8: Thou Shall Know Thy Own Kinks And Weaknesses.
Notes: Thank god for inspiration.
Billy, to put it simply, had his own various kinks.
One might call those certain kinks weaknesses, and Billy wasn’t about to argue with that logic. He especially found that when someone presented him with the opportunity to take advantage of said kink, he was very inclined to take it.
Billy had been wallowing nonstop since the incident with surfing, and he had slipped past wallowing and into something a little danker, a little more miserable after seeing the door close with Dom and Orlando behind it. He found that alcohol was a fine friend in this new dank place, and it blurred the edges of his world.
It intoxicated his mind to believe the lies he made for himself.
He doesn’t care for Dom.
Nothing happened between him and Orlando.
He doesn’t love Dom.
He doesn’t.
Billy stretched his arms out, feeling his back crack a little as he smiled at the bartender and shook his hand a little to deny any more drinks to be poured in the vicinity of his glass. He rolled his neck around, feeling the kinks brought about by both age and overuse and blinked as he rested his head on the cool bar temporarily.
“That cannot be sanitary,” a voice interrupted his wallowing. Billy opened his eyes and tried to make his way past the alcohol and the lies in his mind to verify whether the sight he was seeing was real indeed. It seemed a little too perfect to be true.
“Dom?” Billy swallowed as he sat vertically. “S’that you?”
Billy blinked again. And again. And once more for luck to make sure that he really wasn’t hallucinating – as he had done before, only once when he had gotten really smashed beyond belief. When the vision in front of him didn’t disappear with any of the blinking, Billy began to smile with hope and relief.
Dom’s hand wrapped around Billy’s hip, hidden just inside the denim jacket he was wearing and they locked eyes. Billy flinched a little at the touch, knowing that those same long, nimble fingers had been touching Orlando the other night. Billy’s skin crawled a little with discomfort and yet, Dom’s eyes were all warm assurance. He settled in the stool beside Billy for a moment when Billy wouldn’t be moved.
“Billy?”
Billy sighed a little and leaned over a bit so that their conversation could be kept private.
“Billy, look me in the eyes,” Dom rolled his eyes, and lifted Billy’s face with two fingers lightly propping up his chin. Billy squinted a little in the haze of the bar, and swallowed with realization. Dom grinned when he saw Billy’s eyes go up and down, effectively checking out Dom’s body. “You like?”
“It’s leather,” Billy coughed out, desperately wanting something more to drink at that precise moment. Vaguely, he recalled his commandments in his mind, and number eight was jumping around with bells and flashers attached to it. It didn’t matter whether the anatomy was male or female; leather sent Billy into hyper drive with a side of lust.
And Dom knew that.
The bloody wanker knew all about his commandment. It had been the source of many a fine evening when they had first started going out. There were tight jeans, and hints of leather straps underneath the sleeves of his leather jacket, and there was a clingy tank underneath the leather of the long, trailing duster.
Billy could drool then and there, he really could have.
“Orlando and me…” Dom began to speak, and the voice broke him out of his pleasant reverie.
“Please don’t,” Billy pleaded, his fingers running up and inside Dom’s sleeve and caressing the smooth outside of the wristband before slipping under and feeling the familiar rough patch. “I mean, you and Orlando; Elijah and I…”
Dom froze and Billy took note.
“Did you and…”
“When I saw the two of you going into your room, I went to Elijah and we talked,” Billy explained. Dom seemed to accept the answer, and Billy resumed the roaming fingers and touch, running the back of his hand across the smooth leather material again.
“Orlando and I,” Dom tried again, “was nothing more than some clumsy, fumbling kisses...”
“I’m not into the voyeurism,” Billy winced, but Dom didn’t seem to hear him at all. Billy prayed with every ounce of faith that he had left that Dom would at least be merciful with his disclosure.
“…and then I had him leave,” Dom emphasized every word.
“Leave?”
“Gone,” Dom confirmed, and while his mouth was closing from speaking, Billy was already on his feet, dragging Dom out of the beer with a quick smile to the bartender.
“Put it on my tab!” Billy requested over his shoulder as they walked quickly through the lobby and in the direction of the elevators. Dom straightened the coat with a pleased smile. For once in his life, he had done the right thing and it was paying off. Dom checked himself once in the elevators outside the mirrors of this particular hotel, and jumped a little with surprise with the hands underneath his coat became hands underneath his shirt.
He quirked a smile of pride. “This is new,” he murmured as Billy nuzzled him while the elevator doors opened and Billy pulled Dom in, stumbling all the way.
“Dominic,” Billy spoke, nipping at his lip. The doors closed as Dom forgot there was a world that revolved around other things than the two of them.
“Yeah?”
“Respect your elders,” Billy growled a little right in Dom’s ear, and the hands moved onto skin that was underneath his pants. Dom whimpered a little at the desired touch, and prayed no one else wanted to ride the elevator that night. He pushed himself on Billy’s body, remembering the angles and the strength of the muscles, the pattern of breathing.
The elevator opened on their floor, and Billy led the way – slowly, in a damned slow, measured pace – to his room, pausing before sliding his key card in and Dom watched eagerly for the green light. When the door opened, Dom made sure to shut it with a slam and shucked his coat off onto the floor.
Billy’s lips found their way to his, and they kissed. It was a missed contact and Dom delighted in the feeling of it, his eyes falling only briefly to his leather coat by the door. For a moment, he frowned as his memory caught up to things.
“Billy,” he murmured through the lips.
“Dom, please shut up,” Billy requested, parting for a minute to speak. Dom backed away as Billy pushed forward to continue their kiss. Dom hated himself, but the whole trend of doing the right thing was showing no signs of stopping. Billy tapped his foot a little, the bulge in his pants very obvious now.
Dom closed his eyes and cursed himself for saying what he was about to say.
“You spent the night in Elijah’s room?” he questioned.
“Talking,” Billy clarified.
Dom cursed himself for his overactive imagination. Then he cursed himself for thinking everything could be fixed just as quickly with an easy leather solution. He slowly crept away from Billy with a conflicted look on his face, scooping up the coat into his hands. Billy looked confused, devastated and lost all in that second.
“Dom?”
“Everyone is going to hit the outdoor pool tomorrow for swimming, if you didn’t know,” Dom spoke dully.
“I know,” Billy tossed off quickly. “Dom, what are you…”
“I don’t think…no…I can’t,” Dom apologized, making a quick getaway. He closed the door behind him and went straight past the elevator and opted for the stairs.
Billy remained standing still in his room, confused as ever and shook his head. The events of what had just happened went quickly through his mind, and he cursed the world for giving him exactly what he wanted, and then snatching it away from him.
If only he never slept with Elijah that one night, causing the haphazard chain of events.
If only things had gone as he hoped they would; without halt of any kind.
If only he could translate Dom’s way of thought.
If only.
tbc