Threesome Slash -- YAY!! Part Four of Six

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My apologies to all, but RL family business got in the way of my finishing this part.  But I'm back on track now, working on Part Five as we speak.  And yes, turns out we'll need a Part Six to wrap this thing up properly, so... :)

Much thanks to my beta hanarobi , who has finally finished her semester from Hell.  And ladysunrope , who came up with one absolutely perfect bit of British slang for Dom; I think I'll run everything that comes out of Dom's mouth through her from now on.  She really has an understanding of the man's voice.

Nope, still haven't learned how to hotlink, so here's Part One: http://www.livejournal.com/community/fellow_shippers/2596806.html#cutid1

Here's Part Two: http://www.livejournal.com/community/fellow_shippers/2600363.html#cutid1

Here's Part Three: http://www.livejournal.com/community/fellow_shippers/2663135.html#cutid1

And now, fucking finally...

Part Four

 

 

A single, dimmed nightstand lamp illuminated Elijah’s room, casting shadows of each piece of furniture and each man along the walls.  If one were inclined to observe more closely, they might note the dirty laundry hastily kicked under the bed, or the PlayStation with its various accessories and cords dangling from a dresser drawer.  One might even catch the faint odor of a recently thrown away pizza box.  But all Dominic and Billy could focus on was the sight of Elijah on the unmade bed, wearing little more than a reproachful glare.  He sat against the wall, his arms folded across his bare chest and his legs crossed Indian style, his towel-dried hair standing up in every direction.  A rumpled sheet came up to just below his waist, leaving one leg visible; the sheet also sported a rather obvious pup tent.

 

A snicker broke the silence.  Elijah’s eyes flashed.  “Something funny?” he asked, his voice low with barely controlled annoyance.

 

“You should see yourself,” Dom managed, chewing his bottom lip in a totally unsuccessful attempt to stop smiling.  “Especially the look on your face; you’re pouting like a bloody kid!”

 

“I don’t think you’d find it so damn hilarious from my end,” Elijah growled.  “Sitting here listening to you two about to fuck each other on the couch, hoping you’ll remember I’m here too.  It is my apartment, after all.  I was nice enough to not interrupt you, you could at least remember to include me in… what the fuck is so funny?!”

 

Dominic grinned ear to ear now, shaking his head at the irritated man on the bed.  He knew the proper mood for tonight wouldn’t be set through laughter, but he couldn’t help it.  Besides the bratty pout, Elijah’s hair looked as if he’d stuck his finger in an electric socket; couple that with the image of his dick pointing at the ceiling, and Dom didn’t see how he could resist taking the piss.  In the rare moments when Elijah was truly angry, those angelic good looks only made the rage in his face more frightening; when only mildly peeved, however, knitting his brow and turning down the corners of his mouth, instead of coming off as intimidating he merely looked --

 

“You’re just so bloody cute,” Dominic cooed.

 

Elijah was just about to suggest a good way to wipe that fucking grin off Dom’s face when Billy’s voice sounded in the room. 

 

“We owe him an apology,” he stated.

 

Billy didn’t sound amused or even truly sorry, in fact his voice was a bit husky.  The visual Elijah presented had a much different effect on him.  He dragged his eyes over Elijah’s form again, as he had done repeatedly, helplessly, since the moment Dom led him in.  The playful banter of only moments before ended for Billy at the sight of Elijah naked, quite erect and draped by a single thin piece of cotton that seemed alive.  It curled over Elijah’s thigh and hip, covering just enough to hide his balls yet allowing dark, wiry pubic hair to sprout over.  Elijah’s uncovered leg, lean, hairy, and pale as the rest of him, was apparently bared specifically to torture Billy.  The arms crossed over Elijah’s chest forced Billy to think of the hopefully hard nipples hidden underneath.  But more than anything, Billy’s eyes returned to Elijah’s cock, straining and outlining the sheet, bending toward his navel, moving with Elijah as he breathed.  Standing there taking in that vision, his own cock throbbing painfully in his jeans, Billy couldn’t comprehend for the life of him what Dom found so funny.

 

Nor could he believe that he and Dominic had gone so far in the living room without this third partner.  Elijah was right: time to remedy that.

 

“I’ll apologize first,” he whispered to Dominic, whose smile had vanished under the abrupt change in mood.  He now stared expectantly at Billy. 

 

“What would you have me do?”  As usual Dom’s natural timbre turned any attempt to lower his voice into a growl.  Dom had hoped his mate would be at ease tonight, but he hadn’t anticipated Billy taking charge.  The idea intrigued him.

 

Billy’s mind reeled with several answers for that question as he stared at Dom’s mouth.  In his story, that mouth had been gagged with Pippin’s scarf, worshipped Bean’s cock and howled during a rim job from Sir Ian.  Then his eyes shifted to Elijah, thoroughly neglected, recently ridiculed and still alone, on the bed.

 

And Billy’s lips curled into an evil grin.  “You’ll stand here and watch,” he replied.

 

“What?”

 

Billy almost chuckled.  It wasn’t indignation; Dom honestly looked like he hadn’t heard properly.

 

“As punishment for being so rude to our gracious host, you’ll stay over here and feel some neglect yourself, while I try to find a suitable method to beg Elijah’s forgiveness.  Perhaps as you watch him… us, you’ll even find yourself regretting not inviting the lad to join in sooner.”

 

“I think I like this idea,” Elijah confirmed from the bed.

 

“Well, I don’t!”  Dominic bitched.  “Billy was ignoring you, too!”

 

“But I didn’t compound the error by laughing at him, and when he’s obviously in such a frustrated state.”  Billy swept his hand toward the tented bed sheet, taking another moment to appreciate the sight.  “And while we’re at it… take your clothes off.”

 

“What?!  I -  I’m not --  If you think I’m gonna stand here bollock-naked and hard and let you laugh at me --!”  Dom blustered.

 

“This isn’t about laughing, not at all,” Billy assured him, a sudden edge to his voice.  “It’s about being able to stand here and get a good damn look at the body that’s been fucking tormenting me for the past two miserable weeks.  It’s about being able to just stare at it, as long and as hard as I fucking want, and not have to hide what I’m thinking.  It’s about me wanting to see how hard you are for me, and let someone be desperate for me for a change, instead of the other way around!”  Billy turned quickly to Elijah’s stunned face.  “And if you think you’re gonna be hiding behind that bloody sheet much longer, think again!”  Back to Dominic, surprising himself with the tremor in his voice.  “And I’m not joking.”

 

Perhaps his two mates didn’t realize the unique version of Hell Billy had been in since writing that story.  Barely able to focus or even function for wanting them.  Hurrying to the nearest men’s room with excruciating hard-ons from every hug, touch, or kiss from his affectionate mates -- hard-ons that somehow persevered past the constant, throbbing lack-of-sleep headaches.   Terrified every day that someone would see it in his face, because he couldn’t act forever.  Feeling such overwhelming resentment toward Dom for even suggesting the sodding bet he wanted to punch him, or maybe just fuck him into oblivion.  And knowing there was no guarantee the infatuation would die down, might even get worse as time went on, eventually marring their friendship, if it hadn’t already.  To hell with any sense of propriety or setting the mood; it was either state exactly what he wanted, needed, or head back home and resume going slowly insane.

 

Or maybe they did realize, Billy thought, or else he wouldn’t be here.  Dominic wouldn’t be removing his shirt without another word, his face morphing from initial shock at Billy’s outburst to acquiescence to… some look of silent agreement shared with Elijah over Billy’s shoulder.  And Elijah wouldn’t be walking on his knees across the mattress, his sheet abandoned and his cock bobbing against his navel as he moved, to kneel at the corner of the bed only a few inches away from them.  Billy turned back to Dominic, not caring about the pleading look he knew he wore, just as Dom stood upright and added his jeans to the small pile of clothes at his feet.  With obliging eyes, though his smile was a tad self-conscious, he spread his arms, inviting Billy to feast his eyes.  Having seen Dominic without a shirt many times, Billy’s eyes shot right past the lean arms and torso, directly to the hips Dom seemed to have permanently cocked just to bring attention to… well…

 

Of course Billy knew Dom wasn’t a real blonde, anyone who’d seen him go without shaving a few days knew that.  But the sharp contrast between the hair on his head and the rest of his body had never been so prevalent.  A thatch of dark brown curls surrounded Dom’s cock, sheathed in foreskin a shade darker than the rest of his tanned skin, jutting straight out from his body and seeming to aim itself at Billy.  The hair trailed in thinner proportions down his legs, thick with new muscles from months of frequent surfing.  Billy let his eyes travel back up: the long, twitching fingers, the small, dark nipples hardening under his gaze, the almost hairless pecs rising and falling with Dominic’s breaths, the long, bitable neck, and finally Dominic’s eager face, clearly enjoying the examination.  Having Billy’s eyes rake over him with such naked interest had turned Dom on even more.

 

Elijah was the polar opposite of Dom: pale where Dom was tanned, broad and short where the other was long and lanky, and almost pre-pubescent where Dom was obviously developed.  Impossibly narrow shoulders led down to a boyishly smooth chest, completely hairless and featuring large, pink nipples that had suffered all kinds of abuse in Billy’s story.  His skin, still a bit damp, looked almost luminescent in the lamplight.  The workouts the hobbits all had to endure hadn’t changed Elijah’s slender frame, though his arms and thighs hinted at muscle tone building underneath. 

 

His cock, unflagging even with the lack of attention, seemed to lengthen further under Billy’s encouraging stare.  Billy knew Elijah was circumcised; the men had peeled off wetsuits in each other’s company many times, and lately Billy had spent nights with his hand wrapped around his own cock wondering how Elijah’s would feel.  Imagined his tongue tracing the veins, learning Elijah’s taste…

 

Suddenly Billy noticed Elijah’s hands on either side of his hips, thumbs running across his fists -- fists?  Elijah had taken on a look of hunger now, his eyes locked on Billy’s face, his body leaning precariously toward the other man’s.  Evidently both men had similar reactions to Billy’s scrutiny, but Elijah… the kneeling man’s hips jerked, tilted forward, and Elijah’s eyes zeroed in on Billy’s mouth.  Christ, could the boy read his thoughts?  One way to find out.

 

Billy stepped forward, very much aware of Dom's eyes burning into his back, and stood nose to nose with Elijah. Before Billy could even think what to do next, Elijah's mouth was on his, nearly knocking Billy backwards with the force of it. Making impatient noises into Billy's mouth, Elijah proceeded to devour him, clasping the back of Billy's head, their teeth clacking until Billy finally opened his mouth to Elijah's insistent tongue. Elijah's other hand worked frantically at Billy's shirt, snatching each button open, sending a couple flying across the room. Billy felt the swollen head of Elijah's dick bumping against his stomach, the boy's hips jerking almost desperately now, while Dominic panted words of encouragement from behind -- damn, Billy never said Dom couldn't wank himself -- and knew none of them would last long at this rate.

Besides, the idea was to punish Dom with the visuals, not offer a quick reward.

With notable effort, Billy pulled back from Elijah's mouth, ignoring the angry grunt he got in response. He clapped his hands over Elijah's wrists and, meeting resistance the entire way, slowly forced Elijah's hands back down to his sides. Billy and Elijah stared each other down, both shaking with effort, breathing labored through clenched teeth, in a silent battle of wills. Finally Elijah relaxed his arms, eased back into his sitting position on the mattress, and relinquished control to Billy, but Elijah's look warned him to do something soon.

Billy shot a look at Dominic, who stilled the fist around his cock, though not without a whimper of protest. Despite the plea in his whimper, Dom looked a little pissed off at the halt in action as well.

"That's fine," Billy allowed, with a glance at Dominic's fist, still tightening around his cock as if he couldn't help himself. "But I don't want you to come yet, so I'd slow down if I were you. Draw it out a bit, you know? You can tease yourself for a while, can't you?" Billy felt the sly grin creeping across his face as he spoke, and allowed himself to thoroughly enjoy the look of disbelief on Dom's face.

"Shouldn't need to, you and Elijah are doing a bloody fine job of that already!" Dom growled, a smirk on his lips. Still, under Billy's firm gaze, Dominic fisted the base of his cock for a few moments, unmoving, eyes closed and breathing deep, until the rest of his body relaxed. Then the hand itself loosened, just a bit, and Dominic opened his eyes with a look that mirrored Elijah's.

The idea of a long, slow snog with Elijah was certainly tempting -- no matter what he looked like onscreen, when the cameras were off Elijah definitely knew how to kiss -- but Billy thought Dom deserved a few moments of real torment. So he leaned in, inhaling the combination of soap and ever-present clove cigarettes, and let his lips touch Elijah's neck. There, he began a slow trail of soft kisses down the boy's torso, letting his fingertips slide up Elijah's sides, eventually having to hold Elijah steady as his friend began to squirm. Billy's tongue circled and teased Elijah's bellybutton, and he felt Elijah's fingers curling into his hair, heard soft gasps above him, knew his chin was brushing the wet tip of Elijah's cock. After taking a moment more to work up the nerve, Billy bent his head and planted a quick, gentle kiss where his chin had just been. He felt Elijah tense up toward his mouth but held back, and licked his lips, mentally filing his first experience with the slick, salty taste of a man's pre-come. Somehow it was just as he'd written it, and yet nothing like he'd imagined… and nothing he would mind tasting again.

Closing his eyes, Billy proceeded to give Elijah some of the attention their host deserved in the form of more kisses, all along the length of his cock. Billy lost himself in the act, letting his lips glide over the stretched, blood-heated skin, inhaling the almost pungent scent, stronger than the rest of Elijah's body even after a shower. Billy let his lips massage Elijah in small circular motions, breathing over him, his mouth never leaving the skin.  Using one hand to lower Elijah's cock from his stomach, Billy continued the kisses topside, tracing his tongue along the vein, finally bathing the mushroomed head and indulging himself in another sample of Elijah’s arousal.

Suddenly Elijah's shaking hands pushed Billy away. Elijah's eyes were clamped shut, his bottom lip clenched between his teeth, holding his breath. When Elijah did open his eyes, he looked to have just barely won the battle against his body's imminent orgasm.

"B- Billy..." Elijah managed, "I th- think he's learned his lesson."

Billy turned his head, only to see Dominic's reddened, dripping cock just inches away from his face. At some point Dom had come around to Billy's side to get a better view.  His entire body practically vibrated with pent-up energy. All the smarmy confidence of before had vanished; Dominic's face held an open plea for attention now. The scent of Dom's arousal, now so close, warred with Elijah's; Billy nearly went lightheaded from the combination. Before he could ponder how Dom's pre-come might taste differently as well, he heard Elijah's voice again.

"Billy... we want to give you as much time as you need to get used to all this," he began, "and if you need us to just stop for a bit... we can," he continued, though his voice wavered and Dom averted his gaze to the ceiling. "But if we're gonna keep going... I don't know about you, but Dom and I are about to die here." He managed a small smile.

Dom chuckled. "I think mine are definitely getting a bluish tint."

Billy dropped his head with an embarrassed grin. "I'm sorry," he sighed. "Just a little worried you guys might take things a little faster than I was ready for, since you've both already... well, done this kind of thing before."

"Never with two people at once," Elijah admitted softly," and I'm only 19, okay? Honestly, how much weird, kinky sex can one person have before they're even 20?"

Dominic's silence spoke volumes.

Billy and Elijah gave him incredulous looks.  With as innocent an expression as he could muster, Dominic turned his eyes to the far wall, his mouth twitching. It was too much -- all three men broke into giggles.

"Well, anyway," Billy continued, "I'm forgetting that's exactly why I should trust the two of you. That and I know you'd... well, you guys wouldn't... it -- it wouldn't..." Billy hung his head again, his voice getting quieter with each word.

Dominic knelt down beside him, took Billy's chin in his hand. It only took a second of eye contact for Dom to smile in understanding. "We'll make it good for you, Bills," he whispered. "Come here."

The kiss picked up exactly where they left off in the living room, one of trust, patience and something far deeper than affection. Then Elijah stepped off the bed to kneel on Billy's other side, touching his shoulder. Kissing Elijah this time around was slower, deeper and much sweeter. Billy could've knelt there kissing his friends a while longer, but then a long-fingered hand tugged at his belt loop.

"Will you leave it in our hands now, love?" Dominic asked quietly.

After a moment of staring into the face of one man who could be his 'first,' Billy nodded once, and felt another set of fingers on an opposite loop.

"So can we take these off?" Elijah whispered. "Not fair that you're the only one still dressed.  Not fair to you, that is."

Billy looked into the impossibly blue eyes of another man facing his first gay threesome, choosing to trust his friends, and smiled.

"Not fair at all," he agreed.