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Title: The Ten Commandments According To Billy Boyd
Pairing: Dom/Billy, implied Dom/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Commandment #10: Thou Shall Love Thy Cast
Notes: This is Part A. Part B will follow later on in the day. Thanks to Nikki for sitting with me and beta-reading. Also, for listening to me rant about how shitty I write.
Commandment Number Ten: Thou Shall Love Thy Cast
Billy eyed the last bit of scrawled writing warily as he then brought his attention back up to the fellows sitting around his living room in their post-reshoots celebration. He flipped the book shut before grabbing two handfuls of beer to pass around, smiling a bit longer at Dom.
Dom bit his lip while concealing a wide grin and let his fingers trail over Billy’s hand as it passed by lightly. Billy remembered the last commandment – the most important – and as he saw Orlando getting friendly with Dom, he repeated it in his mind over and over again.
‘No matter how difficult they are,’ he tersely added mentally.
“Bring the beers!” Elijah announced gleefully, and Billy dropped one in front of the young actor with a tight smile and as Elijah reached for the bottle, Billy pulled it backwards just a little. Elijah’s eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. Before his face could slide into an easy pout, Billy filled the empty palm with a beer.
He felt strong hands guide his waist back into the kitchen then, the stubble of a warm cheek rubbing against his neck. Billy bit his lip and felt a pleasing shiver run up and down his arms as he checked over his shoulder to check that no one would miss them. Billy let his kidnapper guide him into his bedroom, and closed the door behind him, escaping the grasp long enough to spin around and back onto the bed so that they were face to face.
“You didn’t shave today I see,” Billy murmured as Dom pushed him gently down on the bed in the room lit only by the open window. Dom inched up onto Billy, crawling a little to straddle the man, and began unbuttoning the silk green shirt he had picked out for Billy.
“And you’re wearing the shirt I chose for you,” Dom replied with approval. He ran his fingers lightly around the shoulders, feeling the smooth material glide underneath the tips. He let his lips hover over the material for a brief moment before kissing around Billy’s collarbone.
“Good.”
“Good,” Dom agreed.
Billy’s hands nimbly undid the clasp on Dom’s trousers and with the help of very agile legs and feet, he slid the tight jeans off and let them pool in a pile on the floor at the end of the bed. With a teasing grin, he pushed the Manchester jersey over top of Dom’s head, being careful not to get it caught on his head. Dom slid the shirt off to the sides, and began to pay very detailed attention to every single chest hair Billy was sporting – or so it appeared.
Billy’s hips began to rise a little when Dom’s mouth began to press searing kisses along the skin, his hands running flat and stopping to tweak the nipples from time to time. Billy tugged at Dom’s boxers, and Dom took the opportunity to pull Billy’s jeans down and noted that Billy’s habits when it came to wearing pants hadn’t changed.
It was definitely a case of less is more.
Dom gave his hips a little bit of a wiggle as he descended down, pressing their bodies together and feeling the sublime wave of heat he felt, as well as Billy’s cock pressing into him, stiff as his own. He gave a low moan as he kissed Billy, tongues meeting and clashing before finding the common grounds upon which they could give and take. Lips touched lips once more, and Dom rolled their bodies so that Billy was above him.
He smiled upwards as Billy reached over to get the lube, and Dom licked his lips as slick fingers pushed inside of him. Instinctively, Dom pushed into the feeling, and his eyes fluttered a little at the feel.
“Billy?”
“Dom,” the name came out in a growl as he positioned Dom in a place to guarantee a more comfortable entrance. Billy thrust inside the first time with something reminiscent of triumph and victory on his face. Dom gave a slight cry of pleasure.
“I missed you,” Dom hissed, as his fingers clutched onto Billy’s shoulders tightly – afraid to let go. Billy rode Dom as the memory came back to him slowly, filling him with a sense of nostalgia and pleasure all at once, rushing over him like good champagne trickling down his throat. Every touch of Dom on Billy’s skin felt like fire, and the wine from earlier burned low in his stomach with a friendly warmth.
When Dom came, he bucked his head back and let out an animalistic howl – his eyes pressing closed as all his concentration went into the noise. As he exhaled, “Billy” was the only sound on its way out.
Billy did so with a simple biting of his lip and a raspy and possessive “Dom” exclamation, which sounded more towards the leanings of guttural speech than anything else. Both men fell to their backs, sweating a little, and breathing a little quicker.
”Missed that,” Billy murmured.
“Mhm,” Dom muttered, his face hidden in the nook between Billy’s shoulder and the sheets of the bed. “I have an idea,” he raised his head up, and let his fingers trail a path up and around to Billy’s chest before wrapping the full arm around the man.
“An idea?”
“Think we can get to the shower?”
“Dom, the cast is in the living room,” Billy gave a slight laugh of trepidation as he saw the determined set of Dom’s jaw, and figured that he wouldn’t be winning this battle. He sighed, and rolled his eyes, grabbing his jeans and hastily buttoning up his shirt. “I’ll be rid of them. Meet me there.”
Billy did the last button on his shirt and tried to smooth out some of the wrinkles they had inevitably made while rolling atop the article of clothing as he flashed a smile to the knowing grins in the living room. The entire group burst into laughter as Billy shook his head in mock disappointment.
“Billy’s gonna get some,” Craig announced in a singsong voice.
“Only if you bastards leave,” Billy muttered.
“Aw, Liv, did you hear that?” Miranda teased the woman sitting beside her, thighs touching. “We’re bastards.”
“Until I get my privacy, yes you are,” Billy apologized with an innocent shrug. The entire group slowly began to get up cheerfully and left to move out of the house.
But Orlando hovered behind.
He tapped Billy on the shoulder lightly and shoved his hands in the pockets of his Dockers as he swayed back and forth a little – a nervous trait that Orlando seemed to pick up somewhere.
“Can we talk?” he requested quietly as the front door closed with the last person leaving.
Billy turned, and his face cleared of confusion in the immediate good mood that he was in. He beamed at Orlando and gestured to the couch, his hands twitching with the knowledge that Dom was expecting him in the shower, and the sooner this talk wrapped up, the sooner there would be wetness and skin.
Orlando smiled gratefully as they sat side-by-side on the beige couch. “I’ll keep this quick, I know stuff has to happen. Anyways, I just wanted to apologize.”
“For…” Billy began to speak, but remembered what had almost happened between him and Dom. Comprehension filled Billy as he nodded quickly. “Oh, right. That.”
“Yeah,” Orlando gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I’d imagine Dom brought it up, seeing as the two of you are…well, on good terms, we’ll put it.”
“Orlando, it’s all right, I mean…”
“Billy, I am sorry about sleeping with him though,” Orlando spoke at the same time as Billy, and gave a troubled sigh. He gave a small smile – barely gracing his lips for more than a second – before enveloping Billy with a quick hug.
He didn’t look back when he left.
Billy paled, his face draining of all colour.
His thoughts went blank; he couldn’t think of anything, and all his body could do was perform its basic motor functions.
He blinked.
He breathed.
He stared straight ahead into space.
He felt horrified, and he knew that the expression on his face could outdo any old Greek theatre masks of tragedy as he struggled to understand everything that was all falling into place now. He could understand everything and he didn’t want to.
The pain hit him just after the truth did, and both felt debilitating.
tbc
Pairing: Dom/Billy, implied Dom/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Commandment #10: Thou Shall Love Thy Cast
Notes: This is Part A. Part B will follow later on in the day. Thanks to Nikki for sitting with me and beta-reading. Also, for listening to me rant about how shitty I write.
Billy eyed the last bit of scrawled writing warily as he then brought his attention back up to the fellows sitting around his living room in their post-reshoots celebration. He flipped the book shut before grabbing two handfuls of beer to pass around, smiling a bit longer at Dom.
Dom bit his lip while concealing a wide grin and let his fingers trail over Billy’s hand as it passed by lightly. Billy remembered the last commandment – the most important – and as he saw Orlando getting friendly with Dom, he repeated it in his mind over and over again.
‘No matter how difficult they are,’ he tersely added mentally.
“Bring the beers!” Elijah announced gleefully, and Billy dropped one in front of the young actor with a tight smile and as Elijah reached for the bottle, Billy pulled it backwards just a little. Elijah’s eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. Before his face could slide into an easy pout, Billy filled the empty palm with a beer.
He felt strong hands guide his waist back into the kitchen then, the stubble of a warm cheek rubbing against his neck. Billy bit his lip and felt a pleasing shiver run up and down his arms as he checked over his shoulder to check that no one would miss them. Billy let his kidnapper guide him into his bedroom, and closed the door behind him, escaping the grasp long enough to spin around and back onto the bed so that they were face to face.
“You didn’t shave today I see,” Billy murmured as Dom pushed him gently down on the bed in the room lit only by the open window. Dom inched up onto Billy, crawling a little to straddle the man, and began unbuttoning the silk green shirt he had picked out for Billy.
“And you’re wearing the shirt I chose for you,” Dom replied with approval. He ran his fingers lightly around the shoulders, feeling the smooth material glide underneath the tips. He let his lips hover over the material for a brief moment before kissing around Billy’s collarbone.
“Good.”
“Good,” Dom agreed.
Billy’s hands nimbly undid the clasp on Dom’s trousers and with the help of very agile legs and feet, he slid the tight jeans off and let them pool in a pile on the floor at the end of the bed. With a teasing grin, he pushed the Manchester jersey over top of Dom’s head, being careful not to get it caught on his head. Dom slid the shirt off to the sides, and began to pay very detailed attention to every single chest hair Billy was sporting – or so it appeared.
Billy’s hips began to rise a little when Dom’s mouth began to press searing kisses along the skin, his hands running flat and stopping to tweak the nipples from time to time. Billy tugged at Dom’s boxers, and Dom took the opportunity to pull Billy’s jeans down and noted that Billy’s habits when it came to wearing pants hadn’t changed.
It was definitely a case of less is more.
Dom gave his hips a little bit of a wiggle as he descended down, pressing their bodies together and feeling the sublime wave of heat he felt, as well as Billy’s cock pressing into him, stiff as his own. He gave a low moan as he kissed Billy, tongues meeting and clashing before finding the common grounds upon which they could give and take. Lips touched lips once more, and Dom rolled their bodies so that Billy was above him.
He smiled upwards as Billy reached over to get the lube, and Dom licked his lips as slick fingers pushed inside of him. Instinctively, Dom pushed into the feeling, and his eyes fluttered a little at the feel.
“Billy?”
“Dom,” the name came out in a growl as he positioned Dom in a place to guarantee a more comfortable entrance. Billy thrust inside the first time with something reminiscent of triumph and victory on his face. Dom gave a slight cry of pleasure.
“I missed you,” Dom hissed, as his fingers clutched onto Billy’s shoulders tightly – afraid to let go. Billy rode Dom as the memory came back to him slowly, filling him with a sense of nostalgia and pleasure all at once, rushing over him like good champagne trickling down his throat. Every touch of Dom on Billy’s skin felt like fire, and the wine from earlier burned low in his stomach with a friendly warmth.
When Dom came, he bucked his head back and let out an animalistic howl – his eyes pressing closed as all his concentration went into the noise. As he exhaled, “Billy” was the only sound on its way out.
Billy did so with a simple biting of his lip and a raspy and possessive “Dom” exclamation, which sounded more towards the leanings of guttural speech than anything else. Both men fell to their backs, sweating a little, and breathing a little quicker.
”Missed that,” Billy murmured.
“Mhm,” Dom muttered, his face hidden in the nook between Billy’s shoulder and the sheets of the bed. “I have an idea,” he raised his head up, and let his fingers trail a path up and around to Billy’s chest before wrapping the full arm around the man.
“An idea?”
“Think we can get to the shower?”
“Dom, the cast is in the living room,” Billy gave a slight laugh of trepidation as he saw the determined set of Dom’s jaw, and figured that he wouldn’t be winning this battle. He sighed, and rolled his eyes, grabbing his jeans and hastily buttoning up his shirt. “I’ll be rid of them. Meet me there.”
Billy did the last button on his shirt and tried to smooth out some of the wrinkles they had inevitably made while rolling atop the article of clothing as he flashed a smile to the knowing grins in the living room. The entire group burst into laughter as Billy shook his head in mock disappointment.
“Billy’s gonna get some,” Craig announced in a singsong voice.
“Only if you bastards leave,” Billy muttered.
“Aw, Liv, did you hear that?” Miranda teased the woman sitting beside her, thighs touching. “We’re bastards.”
“Until I get my privacy, yes you are,” Billy apologized with an innocent shrug. The entire group slowly began to get up cheerfully and left to move out of the house.
But Orlando hovered behind.
He tapped Billy on the shoulder lightly and shoved his hands in the pockets of his Dockers as he swayed back and forth a little – a nervous trait that Orlando seemed to pick up somewhere.
“Can we talk?” he requested quietly as the front door closed with the last person leaving.
Billy turned, and his face cleared of confusion in the immediate good mood that he was in. He beamed at Orlando and gestured to the couch, his hands twitching with the knowledge that Dom was expecting him in the shower, and the sooner this talk wrapped up, the sooner there would be wetness and skin.
Orlando smiled gratefully as they sat side-by-side on the beige couch. “I’ll keep this quick, I know stuff has to happen. Anyways, I just wanted to apologize.”
“For…” Billy began to speak, but remembered what had almost happened between him and Dom. Comprehension filled Billy as he nodded quickly. “Oh, right. That.”
“Yeah,” Orlando gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I’d imagine Dom brought it up, seeing as the two of you are…well, on good terms, we’ll put it.”
“Orlando, it’s all right, I mean…”
“Billy, I am sorry about sleeping with him though,” Orlando spoke at the same time as Billy, and gave a troubled sigh. He gave a small smile – barely gracing his lips for more than a second – before enveloping Billy with a quick hug.
He didn’t look back when he left.
Billy paled, his face draining of all colour.
His thoughts went blank; he couldn’t think of anything, and all his body could do was perform its basic motor functions.
He blinked.
He breathed.
He stared straight ahead into space.
He felt horrified, and he knew that the expression on his face could outdo any old Greek theatre masks of tragedy as he struggled to understand everything that was all falling into place now. He could understand everything and he didn’t want to.
The pain hit him just after the truth did, and both felt debilitating.
tbc
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i haven't read the other 9, but now i see i'm going to have to. wonderful. :D
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[whisper] try breathing. It helps project the NOOOOOOOO!
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Thanks for reading.