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Sweet Talker, Billy/Dom NC-17
Title: Sweet Talker
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy and Dom share a memory.
Archive: Little Things.
Disclaimer: I don’t know ‘em and I made it all up.
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shirasade, who requested phone sex, and for buffonia, just because. Thanks muchly to captnobvious for the read-throughs and andrealyn for the beta and coaching.
It’s midnight in Scotland when Billy’s mobile rings.
Billy looks up from his script, unhappily disrupted, but all thoughts of ignoring the call fade when he checks the caller ID, and he answers with a smile.
“Hello?”
“Hey you,” Dom’s voice purrs into the phone.
“Hey,” Billy replies softly, noting that Dom doesn’t sound tired, despite having spent all day signing autographs and performing, no doubt. “How was the convention?”
“Fun, long, crowded, crazy, the usual,” Dom laughs. “Glad to be back in my room, though, talking to you…what are you doing?”
“I was just reading over this script…it’s quite good.”
“You’ll have to tell me about it some other time,” Dom says. “Not that I’m uninterested, love,” he goes on quickly, “I’m just a little more interested in discussing other things.”
Billy notices that the purr is in full effect, and despite the weak transatlantic connection, it still sends a shiver down his spine. But Billy only lies back on his pillows and makes a noncommittal ‘hmmm’ in response, encouraging Dom to continue. Not that he’s ever needed encouragement before.
“You know what I was thinking about today, Billy?”
“What’s that?” And Billy can only imagine where this is leading.
“I was thinking about that time in Mexico…remember?”
“We did a lot of things in Mexico, Dom.”
“You know very well the time I’m talking about…the time we went to that club?”
“Aye, yes, that time.” Billy can practically hear Dom’s grin as he goes on, “We were dancing, remember?”
Boy, does he remember. It was a fucking amazing night, one Billy would have to admit he spends a good amount of time thinking about when Dom is away.
“You got me so hard that night, Billy, so fucking hard I thought I was going to die.”
And apparently Billy’s cock remembers too, cause he can feel himself begin to harden at the recollection.
“You took me into the bathroom and fucked me, right there, not even in a stall.” He could hear Dom shifting, cloth rustling against the phone, and Billy squirms in his bed, too. “Right fucking there, against the wall, Billy.”
“I couldn’t help myself, love,” Billy manages to respond. He attempts a normal tone, but it comes out a bit shaky. “Though looking back, seems a bit risky of us, doesn’t it?”
But Dom’s not in the mood for reasonable conversation. “If I think about it hard enough, Billy, I can still feel you, the way you felt that night, inside me…I can still feel us coming.”
Billy’s breath hitches and he grips his phone a little tighter. He looks down at the script, still in his hand, and tosses it onto the floor.
“I want you so bad right now,” Dom says, his voice no longer purring, but almost guttural. “Talk to me, Billy.”
Billy squirms again, turns over and grabs a pillow with his free hand. “Dom, love, you know I don’t like phone sex.” He hates to turn his boyfriend down, especially now that they’re both aroused, but the truth is that Billy hates phone sex. Makes him feel all silly and awkward and it’s difficult to keep an erection when you feel like an idiot, no matter how husky Dom’s voice may be.
But Dom responds quietly, “This isn’t phone sex, Billy. We’re just sharing a memory, right?”
And somehow, Billy is falling for it, shifting again on his bed so that he’s lying on his back. “I suppose.” It’s become harder to breathe, and his voice is unsteady when he asks, “What do you want me to do?”
“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to…just listen to my voice.”
Billy smiles, hears the love there beneath the desire. He murmurs an agreement and closes his eyes, allows himself to get lost in Dom’s voice.
“We were dancing that night, and you looked so fucking sexy,” Dom begins again. “You’re such a good dancer Billy…I love the way your cock feels, grinding up against mine. All I remember thinking is how I couldn’t wait to get you home, feel your bare skin all over me.”
Billy remembers thinking similar thoughts, and what he wouldn’t give right now for Dom’s skin, just how it felt that night, all sticky sweat against him.
“But we didn’t wait until we got home, did we?”
Billy shakes his head ‘no,’ too lost in the imagery to realize Dom can’t see him, but Dom continues as though he has.
“No, we didn’t. Do you remember what you said to me then? You said, ‘Gotta fucking have you, Dommie,’ and your accent gets real thick when you’re turned on.” Dom pauses, and then, “Do you remember what I said, Billy?”
Billy gives a whispered ‘yes,’ and is grateful that Dom goes on without expecting more. “I said that I needed to feel you inside me, and I touched you then. Felt how hard you were for me, hot and damp, even through your pants.”
Billy’s eyes are still closed, and his hand begins to move on its own accord. He runs his hand over his length, feels how hot he is now, a damp spot already forming through his boxers.
“You pushed me into the bathroom, and I didn’t even get us into a stall, cause you pushed me against the wall and kissed me, and when you kiss me like that, Billy, I can’t move. All I can do is respond to you. Your fingers were still cold from your beer, and then you touched me. Just like ice on my skin, and I remember how I shivered when you slipped past my pants. Yeah…I remember how it stung, but then it burned.”
Billy’s fingers, this time warm and dry, slip beneath the waistband of his shorts, and he moans when they reach their destination.
Dom’s voice is breathy, and Billy hears him shifting. “Do you feel it now, Billy? I can feel it…I’m touching myself now, imagining it’s your fingers, your hand wrapped around me.”
He can sure as hell feel it. Billy swallows, struggles for breath, and gasps out, “I feel it.”
“I have my hand on my cock now, and I can feel what it felt like that night, your hands all over me, stroking me and pushing up my shirt. You’re teeth left marks on my chest that night. I could see them for days, even after I left Mexico. I like it when you mark me, Billy.”
Billy likes it too, does it on purpose so Dom remembers him, even after he leaves town. He wishes he could do it now, feel the soft skin between his teeth.
“But you didn’t mess around with foreplay much that night. I was so lost in you, the way you were touching me, and it surprised me when you turned me around. Grabbed my pants and pushed them down to my knees, and I was trapped there, between you and the wall. But I loved it, I fucking loved it, Billy, the cold cement on my chest, your fingers burning inside me.”
Billy’s lost all pretense now, resigned himself to the fact that he is, indeed, having phone sex, and he cries out Dominic’s name, all three syllables stretched into one long moan.
And Dom speaks his name in return, and he must be close because his words are coming out in short grunts. “I wish you were inside me now, Billy, hard and fucking me. I love it when you fuck me from behind, when you’re so goddamn confident and powerful. Just like you were that night, and I thought I would die I was so hard.”
And Billy knows that feeling, thinks he might die now, his hand slick and sliding up and down, and how he’s managed to cradle the phone all this time he’ll never know.
“But then you grabbed my cock, and I think I came harder than I ever have that night, I swear. It was so fucking incredible, and when you came inside me, I felt that too. I can feel you now, Billy,” Dom says one last time, and cries out loudly.
That’s about all it takes to push Billy over the edge, and his orgasm hits him hard. He whimpers Dom’s name once more as he comes back to himself and closes his eyes, allowing Dom’s slowed breathing to steady him.
He can only nod silently when Dom whispers, “Did you feel that, Billy?”
End.
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy and Dom share a memory.
Archive: Little Things.
Disclaimer: I don’t know ‘em and I made it all up.
Notes: For
shirasade, who requested phone sex, and for buffonia, just because. Thanks muchly to captnobvious for the read-throughs and andrealyn for the beta and coaching.Sweet Talker
It’s midnight in Scotland when Billy’s mobile rings.
Billy looks up from his script, unhappily disrupted, but all thoughts of ignoring the call fade when he checks the caller ID, and he answers with a smile.
“Hello?”
“Hey you,” Dom’s voice purrs into the phone.
“Hey,” Billy replies softly, noting that Dom doesn’t sound tired, despite having spent all day signing autographs and performing, no doubt. “How was the convention?”
“Fun, long, crowded, crazy, the usual,” Dom laughs. “Glad to be back in my room, though, talking to you…what are you doing?”
“I was just reading over this script…it’s quite good.”
“You’ll have to tell me about it some other time,” Dom says. “Not that I’m uninterested, love,” he goes on quickly, “I’m just a little more interested in discussing other things.”
Billy notices that the purr is in full effect, and despite the weak transatlantic connection, it still sends a shiver down his spine. But Billy only lies back on his pillows and makes a noncommittal ‘hmmm’ in response, encouraging Dom to continue. Not that he’s ever needed encouragement before.
“You know what I was thinking about today, Billy?”
“What’s that?” And Billy can only imagine where this is leading.
“I was thinking about that time in Mexico…remember?”
“We did a lot of things in Mexico, Dom.”
“You know very well the time I’m talking about…the time we went to that club?”
“Aye, yes, that time.” Billy can practically hear Dom’s grin as he goes on, “We were dancing, remember?”
Boy, does he remember. It was a fucking amazing night, one Billy would have to admit he spends a good amount of time thinking about when Dom is away.
“You got me so hard that night, Billy, so fucking hard I thought I was going to die.”
And apparently Billy’s cock remembers too, cause he can feel himself begin to harden at the recollection.
“You took me into the bathroom and fucked me, right there, not even in a stall.” He could hear Dom shifting, cloth rustling against the phone, and Billy squirms in his bed, too. “Right fucking there, against the wall, Billy.”
“I couldn’t help myself, love,” Billy manages to respond. He attempts a normal tone, but it comes out a bit shaky. “Though looking back, seems a bit risky of us, doesn’t it?”
But Dom’s not in the mood for reasonable conversation. “If I think about it hard enough, Billy, I can still feel you, the way you felt that night, inside me…I can still feel us coming.”
Billy’s breath hitches and he grips his phone a little tighter. He looks down at the script, still in his hand, and tosses it onto the floor.
“I want you so bad right now,” Dom says, his voice no longer purring, but almost guttural. “Talk to me, Billy.”
Billy squirms again, turns over and grabs a pillow with his free hand. “Dom, love, you know I don’t like phone sex.” He hates to turn his boyfriend down, especially now that they’re both aroused, but the truth is that Billy hates phone sex. Makes him feel all silly and awkward and it’s difficult to keep an erection when you feel like an idiot, no matter how husky Dom’s voice may be.
But Dom responds quietly, “This isn’t phone sex, Billy. We’re just sharing a memory, right?”
And somehow, Billy is falling for it, shifting again on his bed so that he’s lying on his back. “I suppose.” It’s become harder to breathe, and his voice is unsteady when he asks, “What do you want me to do?”
“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to…just listen to my voice.”
Billy smiles, hears the love there beneath the desire. He murmurs an agreement and closes his eyes, allows himself to get lost in Dom’s voice.
“We were dancing that night, and you looked so fucking sexy,” Dom begins again. “You’re such a good dancer Billy…I love the way your cock feels, grinding up against mine. All I remember thinking is how I couldn’t wait to get you home, feel your bare skin all over me.”
Billy remembers thinking similar thoughts, and what he wouldn’t give right now for Dom’s skin, just how it felt that night, all sticky sweat against him.
“But we didn’t wait until we got home, did we?”
Billy shakes his head ‘no,’ too lost in the imagery to realize Dom can’t see him, but Dom continues as though he has.
“No, we didn’t. Do you remember what you said to me then? You said, ‘Gotta fucking have you, Dommie,’ and your accent gets real thick when you’re turned on.” Dom pauses, and then, “Do you remember what I said, Billy?”
Billy gives a whispered ‘yes,’ and is grateful that Dom goes on without expecting more. “I said that I needed to feel you inside me, and I touched you then. Felt how hard you were for me, hot and damp, even through your pants.”
Billy’s eyes are still closed, and his hand begins to move on its own accord. He runs his hand over his length, feels how hot he is now, a damp spot already forming through his boxers.
“You pushed me into the bathroom, and I didn’t even get us into a stall, cause you pushed me against the wall and kissed me, and when you kiss me like that, Billy, I can’t move. All I can do is respond to you. Your fingers were still cold from your beer, and then you touched me. Just like ice on my skin, and I remember how I shivered when you slipped past my pants. Yeah…I remember how it stung, but then it burned.”
Billy’s fingers, this time warm and dry, slip beneath the waistband of his shorts, and he moans when they reach their destination.
Dom’s voice is breathy, and Billy hears him shifting. “Do you feel it now, Billy? I can feel it…I’m touching myself now, imagining it’s your fingers, your hand wrapped around me.”
He can sure as hell feel it. Billy swallows, struggles for breath, and gasps out, “I feel it.”
“I have my hand on my cock now, and I can feel what it felt like that night, your hands all over me, stroking me and pushing up my shirt. You’re teeth left marks on my chest that night. I could see them for days, even after I left Mexico. I like it when you mark me, Billy.”
Billy likes it too, does it on purpose so Dom remembers him, even after he leaves town. He wishes he could do it now, feel the soft skin between his teeth.
“But you didn’t mess around with foreplay much that night. I was so lost in you, the way you were touching me, and it surprised me when you turned me around. Grabbed my pants and pushed them down to my knees, and I was trapped there, between you and the wall. But I loved it, I fucking loved it, Billy, the cold cement on my chest, your fingers burning inside me.”
Billy’s lost all pretense now, resigned himself to the fact that he is, indeed, having phone sex, and he cries out Dominic’s name, all three syllables stretched into one long moan.
And Dom speaks his name in return, and he must be close because his words are coming out in short grunts. “I wish you were inside me now, Billy, hard and fucking me. I love it when you fuck me from behind, when you’re so goddamn confident and powerful. Just like you were that night, and I thought I would die I was so hard.”
And Billy knows that feeling, thinks he might die now, his hand slick and sliding up and down, and how he’s managed to cradle the phone all this time he’ll never know.
“But then you grabbed my cock, and I think I came harder than I ever have that night, I swear. It was so fucking incredible, and when you came inside me, I felt that too. I can feel you now, Billy,” Dom says one last time, and cries out loudly.
That’s about all it takes to push Billy over the edge, and his orgasm hits him hard. He whimpers Dom’s name once more as he comes back to himself and closes his eyes, allowing Dom’s slowed breathing to steady him.
He can only nod silently when Dom whispers, “Did you feel that, Billy?”
End.
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My, but it's gotten warm in here, hasn't it?
:: fans self ::
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wonderful and just what I was wanting tonight.
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You left me in great need for a cold shower ;)
Raven
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um...
guh?
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yes yes yes
that was really, really good. thank you.
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“Hey you,” Dom’s voice purrs into the phone.
Ooo... that's nice...
He can only nod silently when Dom whispers, “Did you feel that, Billy?”
Perfect.
Never realized what a dirty mouth Dominic has. Hehe.
Thank you for the Comic Con fic. We need more of these (since I was there)!
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that was gorgeous
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thanks for reading!!
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*turns down air*
im glad you liked it, honey :)
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thank you, love!
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thank you!!
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thanks for reading!!
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thank you, love :)
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and, thank you!
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Wonderful, as always, although I fear I do not tell you that quite enough.
aww *blush*
thank you, darling
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Re: ...
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and yes, i will be putting it up on my website little things (http://www.burning-memories.net/littlethings/) either today or tomorrow. my personal LJ is friends-locked, so you'll have to rec it here :)
thank you!!
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Loved it. Hotness...Swoons.
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:]
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