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fic: and so it was
Title: And so it was
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thepsychicclam
Rating: R
Pairing: Dom/Lij/Billy
Summary: Dom, Lij, and Billy all live together.
Disclaimer: Never happened
A/N: Written as a birthday fic forseraphinhunter.
It was Dom’s fault, or at least they said it was Dom’s fault because Billy hated taking the blame for anything and Dom didn’t really care one way or another. One night after too many beers and too many well aimed jokes, Billy and Dom had ended up shagging on Billy’s living room floor, waking up the next morning sticky and confused, but completely content to be together.
After weeks of secret kisses behind trailers and sex in the makeup closet, Elijah happened to walk in on them. Instead of being embarrassed, Billy and Dom looked at each other, then over to Elijah, blue eyes wide as saucers on his young face, before pulling him over and undressing him together.
And that’s how it happened. Nothing complicated or discussed or planned, just coincidence and an understanding that Dom liked Elijah who liked Billy who liked Dom. Within weeks all three had taken up residence at Billy’s, mainly because it was more out of the way than Elijah’s flat near Sean and Viggo or Dom’s near Orlando and Liv. As happy as the three of them were to be together, none were ready to proclaim to the cast that they all three were together.
And so it was.
Dom had reign over the kitchen, cooking extravagant meals that required the entire room to be covered in spices and ingredients and dirty mixing bowls. Elijah flitted around him, script in one hand, learning his lines or helping Dom learn his while attempting to aid Dom’s cooking. He usually burnt something like rice or peas before spilling flour on the floor, but Dom didn’t care. He cleaned up Elijah’s mistakes and continued letting Elijah feel like he was of some use.
Billy never helped them cook. He shut himself away in his bedroom, or more appropriately their bedroom. Each one of them had their own room, but they all slept in Billy’s because Billy’s was the only livable one. Elijah’s room was full of CD’s, movies, video games, a TV with DVD players and gaming systems coming out of it, and the computer, which was really the only thing they ever fought over. Elijah spent too much time on instant messenger and checking his e-mail, Dom spend too much time downloading and looking at porn, and Billy spent entirely too much time, not to mention money, shopping. None of them wanted to admit how attached they were to the grey machine, but most afternoons off they participated in hour rotations on it while the other two sat on the floor and played video games.
Dom’s room served as the large walk in closet, complete with old sports equipment, saved birthday cards, and photographs. The bed was covered with both dirty and clean laundry – a band T-shirt of Elijah’s, Dom’s prized ripped jeans, and Billy’s suede jacket along with boxers whose owner had long been forgotten, muddy socks, and pajama pants. Everything was a large mess, and they didn’t care whose shirt or socks they picked up at four thirty in the morning while rushing to Feet hung-over.
Elijah would bring Billy a coke in his room, padding in quietly as not to disturb his concentration. Billy lay on the bed on his stomach, glasses falling down his nose, brows knitted in fierce concentration as he read over his script for the next day. Elijah always sat the glass down beside him, placing a soft kiss on his hair before turning away, but Billy grabbed his hand, pulling him down onto the bed and kissing him fully on the lips. Elijah distracted Billy until Billy firmly made him leave the room.
He would return to the kitchen, just as Dom was taking a roast or chicken out of the oven. Inhaling deeply, Dom swatted Elijah’s hand away as he tried to sneak a bite. Pinned Dom against the counter, Elijah’s arms wrapped around his waist as his tongue invaded the waiting mouth. Billy walked through the doorway, watching Elijah grind his hips against Dom’s, and cleared his throat loudly. The other two broke apart, grinning at him before pulling him between them.
At the table, Billy sat across from Elijah with Dom beside them. Billy and Elijah’s feet would be hooked underneath the table while Elijah’s foot ran slowly under Dom’s jeans leg. Dom’s knee would be against Billy’s, rubbing it every so often. Billy always insisted on doing the dishes, but Elijah and Dom helped since they’d made all the mess. Dom usually slapped both their asses with the towel repeatedly, and Billy blew suds everywhere. And like always, Elijah ended up making a mess out of something, but Billy and Dom ignored it.
At night, Dom would shower while Billy brushed his teeth and Elijah washed his face. Dom sang annoyingly loud, and Elijah pointed mischievously at the toilet, Billy nodding in understanding. Billy reached over and pulled the handle, hearing Dom yelp at the change in water temperature. Dom would open the curtain, standing naked and wet as the shower spray covered the floor, and grab Billy, pulling him fully clothed into the shower with him. Billy would in turn drag Elijah in with them, and Dom would finish his song as Elijah and Billy shed their soaked clothes.
Billy bathed as Dom washed Elijah’s hair, and Elijah was on his knees between Billy and Dom, running his tongue along Billy’s cock as he ran a hand firmly over Dom’s. Billy pulled Dom over to him, Dom’s hands still soapy and lost inside Elijah’s hair, and would kiss him, gasping into his mouth as Elijah worked his tongue around.
Still wet but impatient, the three would tumble into bed, dampening the sheets and knocking pillows in the floor. They’d tried every combination of positions possible, but it was usually Elijah on bottom, Dom fucking him while Billy was behind fucking him. Dom would lay his forehead on Elijah’s shoulder, placing soft kisses there while Billy leaned down and captured Elijah’s mouth. Billy’s hand would wrap around Dom’s waist, grabbing Elijah’s cock in his hand, as he trailed kisses across Dom’s shoulders and neck while Dom and Elijah’s tongue slid smoothly over one another.
Dom was usually the first to come, but Elijah and Billy were right after him. And they’d collapse onto the bed, curling Elijah into the middle because of his size. He’d fall asleep first, legs wrapped securely with Billy’s while his head was on Dom’s bare chest. Dom and Billy would watch each other over Elijah’s head, having silent conversations with their eyes before leaning closer and kissing each other slowly good night. They’d place kisses on Elijah’s cheek and neck before wrapping their arms around him, intertwining their hands over Elijah’s hip, and falling asleep.
~Fin
Author:
thepsychicclamRating: R
Pairing: Dom/Lij/Billy
Summary: Dom, Lij, and Billy all live together.
Disclaimer: Never happened
A/N: Written as a birthday fic for
seraphinhunter. It was Dom’s fault, or at least they said it was Dom’s fault because Billy hated taking the blame for anything and Dom didn’t really care one way or another. One night after too many beers and too many well aimed jokes, Billy and Dom had ended up shagging on Billy’s living room floor, waking up the next morning sticky and confused, but completely content to be together.
After weeks of secret kisses behind trailers and sex in the makeup closet, Elijah happened to walk in on them. Instead of being embarrassed, Billy and Dom looked at each other, then over to Elijah, blue eyes wide as saucers on his young face, before pulling him over and undressing him together.
And that’s how it happened. Nothing complicated or discussed or planned, just coincidence and an understanding that Dom liked Elijah who liked Billy who liked Dom. Within weeks all three had taken up residence at Billy’s, mainly because it was more out of the way than Elijah’s flat near Sean and Viggo or Dom’s near Orlando and Liv. As happy as the three of them were to be together, none were ready to proclaim to the cast that they all three were together.
And so it was.
Dom had reign over the kitchen, cooking extravagant meals that required the entire room to be covered in spices and ingredients and dirty mixing bowls. Elijah flitted around him, script in one hand, learning his lines or helping Dom learn his while attempting to aid Dom’s cooking. He usually burnt something like rice or peas before spilling flour on the floor, but Dom didn’t care. He cleaned up Elijah’s mistakes and continued letting Elijah feel like he was of some use.
Billy never helped them cook. He shut himself away in his bedroom, or more appropriately their bedroom. Each one of them had their own room, but they all slept in Billy’s because Billy’s was the only livable one. Elijah’s room was full of CD’s, movies, video games, a TV with DVD players and gaming systems coming out of it, and the computer, which was really the only thing they ever fought over. Elijah spent too much time on instant messenger and checking his e-mail, Dom spend too much time downloading and looking at porn, and Billy spent entirely too much time, not to mention money, shopping. None of them wanted to admit how attached they were to the grey machine, but most afternoons off they participated in hour rotations on it while the other two sat on the floor and played video games.
Dom’s room served as the large walk in closet, complete with old sports equipment, saved birthday cards, and photographs. The bed was covered with both dirty and clean laundry – a band T-shirt of Elijah’s, Dom’s prized ripped jeans, and Billy’s suede jacket along with boxers whose owner had long been forgotten, muddy socks, and pajama pants. Everything was a large mess, and they didn’t care whose shirt or socks they picked up at four thirty in the morning while rushing to Feet hung-over.
Elijah would bring Billy a coke in his room, padding in quietly as not to disturb his concentration. Billy lay on the bed on his stomach, glasses falling down his nose, brows knitted in fierce concentration as he read over his script for the next day. Elijah always sat the glass down beside him, placing a soft kiss on his hair before turning away, but Billy grabbed his hand, pulling him down onto the bed and kissing him fully on the lips. Elijah distracted Billy until Billy firmly made him leave the room.
He would return to the kitchen, just as Dom was taking a roast or chicken out of the oven. Inhaling deeply, Dom swatted Elijah’s hand away as he tried to sneak a bite. Pinned Dom against the counter, Elijah’s arms wrapped around his waist as his tongue invaded the waiting mouth. Billy walked through the doorway, watching Elijah grind his hips against Dom’s, and cleared his throat loudly. The other two broke apart, grinning at him before pulling him between them.
At the table, Billy sat across from Elijah with Dom beside them. Billy and Elijah’s feet would be hooked underneath the table while Elijah’s foot ran slowly under Dom’s jeans leg. Dom’s knee would be against Billy’s, rubbing it every so often. Billy always insisted on doing the dishes, but Elijah and Dom helped since they’d made all the mess. Dom usually slapped both their asses with the towel repeatedly, and Billy blew suds everywhere. And like always, Elijah ended up making a mess out of something, but Billy and Dom ignored it.
At night, Dom would shower while Billy brushed his teeth and Elijah washed his face. Dom sang annoyingly loud, and Elijah pointed mischievously at the toilet, Billy nodding in understanding. Billy reached over and pulled the handle, hearing Dom yelp at the change in water temperature. Dom would open the curtain, standing naked and wet as the shower spray covered the floor, and grab Billy, pulling him fully clothed into the shower with him. Billy would in turn drag Elijah in with them, and Dom would finish his song as Elijah and Billy shed their soaked clothes.
Billy bathed as Dom washed Elijah’s hair, and Elijah was on his knees between Billy and Dom, running his tongue along Billy’s cock as he ran a hand firmly over Dom’s. Billy pulled Dom over to him, Dom’s hands still soapy and lost inside Elijah’s hair, and would kiss him, gasping into his mouth as Elijah worked his tongue around.
Still wet but impatient, the three would tumble into bed, dampening the sheets and knocking pillows in the floor. They’d tried every combination of positions possible, but it was usually Elijah on bottom, Dom fucking him while Billy was behind fucking him. Dom would lay his forehead on Elijah’s shoulder, placing soft kisses there while Billy leaned down and captured Elijah’s mouth. Billy’s hand would wrap around Dom’s waist, grabbing Elijah’s cock in his hand, as he trailed kisses across Dom’s shoulders and neck while Dom and Elijah’s tongue slid smoothly over one another.
Dom was usually the first to come, but Elijah and Billy were right after him. And they’d collapse onto the bed, curling Elijah into the middle because of his size. He’d fall asleep first, legs wrapped securely with Billy’s while his head was on Dom’s bare chest. Dom and Billy would watch each other over Elijah’s head, having silent conversations with their eyes before leaning closer and kissing each other slowly good night. They’d place kisses on Elijah’s cheek and neck before wrapping their arms around him, intertwining their hands over Elijah’s hip, and falling asleep.
~Fin
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I love how you set up their home life, not making it all about the sex
although the smut is gooood.*loves*
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