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Threesome Slash -- YAY!! Part Two of Five
Part One can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/fellow_shippers/2596806.html#cutid1
I know there's a better way to link to part one, but I have yet to learn it.
This is for Undone27 and Lorie945, because when I posted a sentence from this chapter for a meme, they both responded with positive feedback. I believe Undone's exact words were "HAAAY!"
And of course, for my beta Hanarobi, for doing everything short of grabbing and shaking me to get me to post this story.
Part Two
“And UP!”
“Going up. First floor, lingerie…” Billy quipped, graciously cheesing for the cameras of the behind-the-scenes film crew. Suddenly a dagger of pain shot through his crotch as Treebeard’s ‘wrist’ turned to hold him at a forward slant.
Billy shifted himself on the bicycle seat, and felt his balls get smashed at a new, more painful angle. He heard his voice reactively cry out, and cut himself off mid-yelp. The fucking ‘making of’ crew still stood right in front of him, filming his every reaction to the giant puppet’s excruciating grasp. Forcing a smile, he struggled for something good-natured to say. Anything to keep spirits up, his, Dom’s, the crew’s…
“Reminds me of -- a girl I once knew,” he gasped. He heard the crew’s sympathetic laughter even as his mouth gaped in another barely held-back yell. “Shelly was her name.” He tried to pass off the tremor in his voice for laughter. “Terribly rough young lady!”
He stole a glance at Dominic, laboriously breathing through his own agony. Dominic managed a twisted version of a smile. Poor baby, Billy thought; Dominic’s legs involuntarily tensed and jerked in midair, in a futile attempt to stand up and away from the seat. Let me kiss it and make it better -- what the --?!
Billy immediately shut down that train of thought. Shite, thoughts like that plagued his brain every day now. Ever since that fucking story. It had started as a lark, his own personal flip-off to all the ‘pervy hobbit fanciers’ who turned him, his friends and their on-screen alter egos into nymphomaniac queers. Once he thought of it that way, the idea became a hell of a lot more interesting to write than the lesbian threesome. At first he came up with bland, almost vanilla scenarios that left even him bored. To give them more ‘oomph,’ he rented the Queer as Folk DVD’s and watched for reference; he got two chapters out of the first episode alone. He laughed as he typed, substituting ‘Dominic’ for ‘Stuart’ and ‘Elijah’ for ‘Nathan’ in paragraphs that seemed already written in his head.
That night, he tossed and squirmed in bed with a hard-on he just couldn’t satisfy. He wanked himself almost raw to thoughts of Liv, Miranda, Cate, Tanya, the female Rohan riders, the stuntwomen, even Fran and Phillipa, and every woman he’d ever known, before finally letting out a groan of frustration and stomping off for a cold shower. The moment the shock of ice water hit his overheated skin, Billy’s brain was jarred into a different scene: Elijah behind him, Dominic in front, both as wet and naked as he, arms wrapped around him and each other, covering his face, neck and shoulders in rough, sucking kisses. One cock rubbed against his own, the other lay sandwiched between his cheeks, just as he was sandwiched between the two men. They rocked as one, but only Billy made noise, deep animal sounds he’d never heard from himself before.
Suddenly he realized the noises were real: he found himself leaning against the far shower wall, away from the icy spray. He’d begun pumping feverishly again without conscious awareness of it. He only had a moment to process all this before his body shuddered, seized, and then bucked with such force his head banged repeatedly against the tiled wall. He didn’t feel the pain, not till later anyway. He barely heard his own screaming voice. All he knew was the feeling, comparable only to getting struck by lightning, over and over, burning him from the inside out, and savoring every minute of it. Once the room stopped spinning, he stumbled back to his bed and fell asleep almost the moment his head hit the pillow.
From then on his brain worked overtime, not to rationalize this disturbing turn of events but to supply more imagery! Left with no other outlet, Billy poured his thoughts into his story. Almost every break or lunch involved a trip to the nearest bathroom for a quick wank to his latest fantasy, and every night was spent in front of his computer putting his desires into words, leading to another heated masturbation session before he could fall asleep. Even with the story completed, he could barely look at his friends anymore without picturing them in one of his bender scenes. Only through the dangerous combination of working harder and sleeping less did he manage to keep all this from affecting his work, and he didn’t know how much longer that could last.
On the bright side, he did receive favorable feedback from fellow slashers concerning The Gang Bang. The very same people he’d meant to send up in the first place!
After the Treebeard scene, Billy and Dominic hobbled to the makeup trailers, bowlegged and grimacing. “So what are you on for tonight, Billy?” Dominic asked, settling gingerly into his chair. “Another early night?”
“Ow -- OW! Sorry about this, ladies… oh, God… probably,” Billy groaned. After trying to sit normally a couple of times only to leap back out of his chair, he resigned to offering the makeup technicians an apology, and reached into his hobbit breeches to cup his genitals as he leaned into his seat. The two women exchanged looks and silently went to work.
“You’re turning into a hermit, man,” Dominic complained. “Schedule really getting to you?” He looked genuinely concerned. If only you knew, Billy thought, if only I could show you…
“You could say that,” Billy simply replied.
“Say, I’ve meant to ask you,” Dominic began, “did you welsh on our bet?”
Billy’s heart almost stopped for a moment. Then, “What bet?”
“The website story bet. Did you do it?”
“Err, no, not yet. Been kinda busy working. But you know I don’t welsh on bets, just give me time.” Shite, he had to worry about the lesbian story now? He’d hoped Dom forgot about that!
“Huh. Okay. But if you did, you’d post it under your usual address? The BB1968 one?” Dominic tilted his head and stared at Billy with a curious look on his face, one Billy couldn’t fathom.
“… Yeah. What other one would I use?”
“Just making sure. Have you written… anything else?”
Billy opened his mouth to ask what the hell Dom was on about -- then his heart dropped into his stomach. He knows. The thought repeated like a recording played back at top speed in Billy’s panicked brain. Heknowsheknowsheknowsheknows --! “What?” Billy finally managed, his voice like a timid child.
Dominic reached over, wincing at the movement, and held Billy’s hand on the armrest. Running his thumb lightly over Billy’s knuckles, he repeated, “Have you written anything else?” His face, his voice, his touch, everything sent the clear message he liked what he’d read, that Billy didn’t have to lie.
So he stalled instead. “Maybe. Did you find something interesting out there?”
Dominic pulled away and settled back in his chair, letting his technician remove his wig. Billy stared, panic bubbling, mixing with anger as he realized Dominic intended to leave him hanging. He felt his face grow hot and draw into a frown, knew his chest visibly rose and fell with his breathing. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from demanding Dominic’s attention, he had to ask. “Did you?”
“We’ll talk about it later tonight, that is if you’re willing to leave the house for a bit. I think Elijah would like to have a word with you, too.”
“N-no. Oh, no. Oh, God,” Billy moaned.
“Don’t worry, Artful Dodger. He liked it as much as I did. We really liked it.”
It took about ten seconds for Dominic’s full meaning to sink in. Billy’s face slowly went slack. “H- how -- how much?”
“Come to Lighe’s apartment tonight once we’re done here and find out,” Dominic challenged him.
Billy turned back to his mirror. His already swollen cock now throbbed with a new kind of pain. Dominic and Elijah together… he feared he’d whimper aloud if he dared imagine exactly what they did. And unless he’d misunderstood, he’d just been invited to join them. He looked at his technician in the mirror; fully aware of the conversation’s subtext, she too waited with an eyebrow raised for Billy’s answer as she worked the rubber bands from his hair.
“Alright,” he murmured to the mirror. He looked at Dominic to make sure he’d heard, and watched his lips curl into a small smile. The technicians smiled as well, and worked a little faster for them.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/fellow_shippers/2596806.html#cutid1
I know there's a better way to link to part one, but I have yet to learn it.
This is for Undone27 and Lorie945, because when I posted a sentence from this chapter for a meme, they both responded with positive feedback. I believe Undone's exact words were "HAAAY!"
And of course, for my beta Hanarobi, for doing everything short of grabbing and shaking me to get me to post this story.
Part Two
“And UP!”
“Going up. First floor, lingerie…” Billy quipped, graciously cheesing for the cameras of the behind-the-scenes film crew. Suddenly a dagger of pain shot through his crotch as Treebeard’s ‘wrist’ turned to hold him at a forward slant.
Billy shifted himself on the bicycle seat, and felt his balls get smashed at a new, more painful angle. He heard his voice reactively cry out, and cut himself off mid-yelp. The fucking ‘making of’ crew still stood right in front of him, filming his every reaction to the giant puppet’s excruciating grasp. Forcing a smile, he struggled for something good-natured to say. Anything to keep spirits up, his, Dom’s, the crew’s…
“Reminds me of -- a girl I once knew,” he gasped. He heard the crew’s sympathetic laughter even as his mouth gaped in another barely held-back yell. “Shelly was her name.” He tried to pass off the tremor in his voice for laughter. “Terribly rough young lady!”
He stole a glance at Dominic, laboriously breathing through his own agony. Dominic managed a twisted version of a smile. Poor baby, Billy thought; Dominic’s legs involuntarily tensed and jerked in midair, in a futile attempt to stand up and away from the seat. Let me kiss it and make it better -- what the --?!
Billy immediately shut down that train of thought. Shite, thoughts like that plagued his brain every day now. Ever since that fucking story. It had started as a lark, his own personal flip-off to all the ‘pervy hobbit fanciers’ who turned him, his friends and their on-screen alter egos into nymphomaniac queers. Once he thought of it that way, the idea became a hell of a lot more interesting to write than the lesbian threesome. At first he came up with bland, almost vanilla scenarios that left even him bored. To give them more ‘oomph,’ he rented the Queer as Folk DVD’s and watched for reference; he got two chapters out of the first episode alone. He laughed as he typed, substituting ‘Dominic’ for ‘Stuart’ and ‘Elijah’ for ‘Nathan’ in paragraphs that seemed already written in his head.
That night, he tossed and squirmed in bed with a hard-on he just couldn’t satisfy. He wanked himself almost raw to thoughts of Liv, Miranda, Cate, Tanya, the female Rohan riders, the stuntwomen, even Fran and Phillipa, and every woman he’d ever known, before finally letting out a groan of frustration and stomping off for a cold shower. The moment the shock of ice water hit his overheated skin, Billy’s brain was jarred into a different scene: Elijah behind him, Dominic in front, both as wet and naked as he, arms wrapped around him and each other, covering his face, neck and shoulders in rough, sucking kisses. One cock rubbed against his own, the other lay sandwiched between his cheeks, just as he was sandwiched between the two men. They rocked as one, but only Billy made noise, deep animal sounds he’d never heard from himself before.
Suddenly he realized the noises were real: he found himself leaning against the far shower wall, away from the icy spray. He’d begun pumping feverishly again without conscious awareness of it. He only had a moment to process all this before his body shuddered, seized, and then bucked with such force his head banged repeatedly against the tiled wall. He didn’t feel the pain, not till later anyway. He barely heard his own screaming voice. All he knew was the feeling, comparable only to getting struck by lightning, over and over, burning him from the inside out, and savoring every minute of it. Once the room stopped spinning, he stumbled back to his bed and fell asleep almost the moment his head hit the pillow.
From then on his brain worked overtime, not to rationalize this disturbing turn of events but to supply more imagery! Left with no other outlet, Billy poured his thoughts into his story. Almost every break or lunch involved a trip to the nearest bathroom for a quick wank to his latest fantasy, and every night was spent in front of his computer putting his desires into words, leading to another heated masturbation session before he could fall asleep. Even with the story completed, he could barely look at his friends anymore without picturing them in one of his bender scenes. Only through the dangerous combination of working harder and sleeping less did he manage to keep all this from affecting his work, and he didn’t know how much longer that could last.
On the bright side, he did receive favorable feedback from fellow slashers concerning The Gang Bang. The very same people he’d meant to send up in the first place!
After the Treebeard scene, Billy and Dominic hobbled to the makeup trailers, bowlegged and grimacing. “So what are you on for tonight, Billy?” Dominic asked, settling gingerly into his chair. “Another early night?”
“Ow -- OW! Sorry about this, ladies… oh, God… probably,” Billy groaned. After trying to sit normally a couple of times only to leap back out of his chair, he resigned to offering the makeup technicians an apology, and reached into his hobbit breeches to cup his genitals as he leaned into his seat. The two women exchanged looks and silently went to work.
“You’re turning into a hermit, man,” Dominic complained. “Schedule really getting to you?” He looked genuinely concerned. If only you knew, Billy thought, if only I could show you…
“You could say that,” Billy simply replied.
“Say, I’ve meant to ask you,” Dominic began, “did you welsh on our bet?”
Billy’s heart almost stopped for a moment. Then, “What bet?”
“The website story bet. Did you do it?”
“Err, no, not yet. Been kinda busy working. But you know I don’t welsh on bets, just give me time.” Shite, he had to worry about the lesbian story now? He’d hoped Dom forgot about that!
“Huh. Okay. But if you did, you’d post it under your usual address? The BB1968 one?” Dominic tilted his head and stared at Billy with a curious look on his face, one Billy couldn’t fathom.
“… Yeah. What other one would I use?”
“Just making sure. Have you written… anything else?”
Billy opened his mouth to ask what the hell Dom was on about -- then his heart dropped into his stomach. He knows. The thought repeated like a recording played back at top speed in Billy’s panicked brain. Heknowsheknowsheknowsheknows --! “What?” Billy finally managed, his voice like a timid child.
Dominic reached over, wincing at the movement, and held Billy’s hand on the armrest. Running his thumb lightly over Billy’s knuckles, he repeated, “Have you written anything else?” His face, his voice, his touch, everything sent the clear message he liked what he’d read, that Billy didn’t have to lie.
So he stalled instead. “Maybe. Did you find something interesting out there?”
Dominic pulled away and settled back in his chair, letting his technician remove his wig. Billy stared, panic bubbling, mixing with anger as he realized Dominic intended to leave him hanging. He felt his face grow hot and draw into a frown, knew his chest visibly rose and fell with his breathing. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from demanding Dominic’s attention, he had to ask. “Did you?”
“We’ll talk about it later tonight, that is if you’re willing to leave the house for a bit. I think Elijah would like to have a word with you, too.”
“N-no. Oh, no. Oh, God,” Billy moaned.
“Don’t worry, Artful Dodger. He liked it as much as I did. We really liked it.”
It took about ten seconds for Dominic’s full meaning to sink in. Billy’s face slowly went slack. “H- how -- how much?”
“Come to Lighe’s apartment tonight once we’re done here and find out,” Dominic challenged him.
Billy turned back to his mirror. His already swollen cock now throbbed with a new kind of pain. Dominic and Elijah together… he feared he’d whimper aloud if he dared imagine exactly what they did. And unless he’d misunderstood, he’d just been invited to join them. He looked at his technician in the mirror; fully aware of the conversation’s subtext, she too waited with an eyebrow raised for Billy’s answer as she worked the rubber bands from his hair.
“Alright,” he murmured to the mirror. He looked at Dominic to make sure he’d heard, and watched his lips curl into a small smile. The technicians smiled as well, and worked a little faster for them.
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Looking forward to the rest of the story.
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Thank you, that's good to know.
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