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Impulse (part four) BB/DM NC-17
Title: Impulse (part four)
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: This chapter NC-17.
Summary: AU taking place at Stanford University.
Archive: Little Things
Disclaimer: When Billy Boyd was 30, he was in New Zealand. So, clearly, I made this up.
Notes: The fraternity is fictional. I picked a Greek letter randomly. Many, many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aelane for the beta – especially for this part, where I seemed to forget how to use the English language.
Takes place the evening of Part Three.
(part one) (part two) and (part three)
Billy’s fingers clicked away at the keyboard. He couldn’t suppress a grin—at this rate, he would have his paper finished early. Somewhere between his third and fourth hour of working, he had been struck with inspiration—not surprisingly, this was around the same time that Dominic had knocked on his bedroom door with lunch and a large cup of black coffee. Billy grinned again at the memory. The gesture was small, but it had made Billy feel more akin to a thirteen-year-old girl than he cared to admit. He couldn’t help it—Dom just made him happy.
It was nearly eight o’clock when Billy finally shut down his computer and went to knock on Dominic’s door. No answer. He went downstairs to the living room area, where he found him. Dom was playing video games on the big telly with a few of the new rushees—including the blue-eyed boy from the party.
Billy knew it didn’t mean anything. He knew that if this boy was rushing Sigma, he would be around a lot, and Billy would just have to get used to seeing him and Dom together. He grimaced and, as he tried to push aside the thought of them together, he walked up to the couch where they were sitting.
Not quite sure what to say, he opted for something simple. “Hey.”
Dom looked up and, seeing it was Billy, burst into a grin. “Hey! How’s the paper?”
“Great, actually. Got plenty done for today.” Billy’s eyes moved nervously from Dom to the boy, to the telly, back to Dom.
Dom then seemed to realize who was sitting next to him. “Oh, um. Billy, this is Elijah, Elijah, Billy.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Billy’s the Sigma house monitor.”
The boy—Elijah, right—bounced off the couch and shook Billy’s hand eagerly. “Great to meet you!”
Billy shook his hand with a forced smile. “You, too, mate.”
“Oh, wow, you’re Scottish?” ‘If this kid were any more excitable his head might explode,’ Billy thought.
“Yes. Glaswegian.”
“That’s great, man! I’m from Santa Monica.”
‘No shit,’ is what Billy wanted to say, but he just nodded politely and looked again at Dom, who had been observing this exchange silently. He finally spoke again.
“Um, Billy and I are going to go grab some dinner, Elijah, so um. See you later.”
At they left the house, Dom pulled Billy aside. “I am so sorry about that. He just showed up at the house and, well, I couldn’t ignore him.”
“It’s alright,” Billy smiled thinly. “I don’t have the right to be jealous.”
“You don’t have the need to be jealous, Bill.” Dom kissed him quickly on the mouth. “He’s not the one I’m interested in.”
Dinner was decidedly less awkward for Billy. Dom took him to a small Italian restaurant that Billy hadn’t known existed a block from the house, and they’d shared a bottle of wine with their fettuccini, and then another with their tiramisu.
As they walked back home, both men were comfortably silent. Billy let the happy combination of Dom’s company and Chianti wash over him. On impulse, he grabbed Dom’s hand.
Dom looked down at their clasped hands, then smiled at him. They kept their hands together until they reached the house, where Billy dropped it abruptly. Dom put his hand on Billy’s shoulder.
“Bill, we don’t have to hide, you know. The whole house knows I’m gay.”
Billy raised an eyebrow. “And they don’t care?”
Dom shrugged. “Some might, but no one says anything. I don’t care either way.”
Billy sighed. “Dom, I know you don’t, but unfortunately, I have to, ok? If only to keep my job. Please understand that?”
Dom nodded seriously, but then his lips moved into that cheeky grin that Billy loved. “Well, I wouldn’t want you taken out of the house. It’s so… convenient.”
Billy laughed. “Come to my room in a few minutes?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Billy smiled and went inside. Once upstairs, he hurriedly brushed his teeth and then went to his bedroom. He sat on his bed anxiously, half-drunk and more than half-horny. When Dom knocked, he jumped.
He opened the door to see Dom standing there with an absurdly serious look on his face. He cleared his throat loudly and said, “Well, hello Mr. House Monitor Billy, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something.”
Billy laughed loudly and pulled Dom in, locking the door behind them before promptly pushing Dom up against it, kissing him.
“Mmppphh.”
Billy pulled back. “What?”
“I said this is highly unprofessional, Mr. House Monitor Billy.”
“D’you want me to stop?”
“Not on your life.” Dom grinned and kissed him again, swinging Billy around so that he was pressed up against the door. Dom’s tongue moved in and out of Billy’s mouth and down his neck, and this was nice, so nice. Better than Billy’s memory had provided for him.
They moved to the small bed and lay down together, side by side. They kissed, just kissed, for what seemed like hours, but probably wasn’t since Billy wasn’t sure his cock could survive hours of Dom’s tongue without direct attention. It wasn’t long before Billy started to move against Dom, pressing and grinding their hips together. The friction their jeans provided was good, but not nearly enough for him. Billy lifted his leg, wrapping it around Dom’s, and pulled Dom flush against him, grinding their cocks together again.
Dom’s head fell back, leaving Billy’s earlobe cold where Dom had been sucking. He moaned, causing Billy to smile and lean his head forward to nip at Dom’s jaw.
“I want you, Dominic,” he growled against Dom’s skin. Dom moaned again as Billy’s hand sneaked between their legs and rubbed at the crotch of Dom’s jeans. Dom leaned backwards and took off his shirt before seeking Billy’s touch again. When Billy took off his own shirt, Dom whimpered, and Billy quickly returned his hands, starting on Dom’s belt.
“I want you, too, Billy. Have since—ah, since we met."
Billy’s hand slipped inside Dom’s pants, finding him warm and hard and ready. Dom arched and panted into the pillow as Billy stroked him. Billy moved his head forward so that their noses were touching. “I want you to come for me, Dom,” he breathed against his mouth, whispering, “C’mon, yeah.” Dom bit the pillow when Billy’s thumb brushed over the head of his cock and he arched one final time before spilling over Billy’s hand.
Dom turned to lie flat on his back, still shaking. Billy cleaned his hand off on a discarded shirt and then rubbed his fingers over Dom’s stomach soothingly, kissing him softly on the mouth.
“You ok?”
“Christ, Billy, that was the best fucking hand job I’ve ever had.”
Billy smirked. “Years of practice.”
Dom chuckled as he scooted out of the bed, removing his jeans completely before crawling back in on top of Billy. Kissing once on the mouth before moving down his chest, sucking and biting until Billy was squirming beneath him. “Please, Dom…”
Dom pulled Billy’s loosened pants off completely and moved his mouth over hips and thighs. Billy moaned his name again and then cried out loudly when Dom took his cock into his mouth, sucking lightly
Billy put his fist to his mouth, biting back the noises as Dom worked him, licking the length before bringing his mouth fully over him again. When Dom relaxed his throat to take in even more, Billy broke the skin on his knuckle.
The build-up had been too much, and it didn’t take long before Billy was thrusting up into Dom’s mouth, coming harder than he had in years. Dom snaked back up Billy’s body and rested half on top of him, nuzzling at his neck as Billy came down.
“I want to stay here,” he whispered to Billy. “We can set the alarm early and I’ll sneak back to my room before anyone is awake.”
Billy turned to face him. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t want to leave you.”
It was an honest plea and—dare he even think it—loving, and Billy didn’t think he could refuse Dom.
“Stay,” he whispered and kissed Dom again.
End Part Four.
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: This chapter NC-17.
Summary: AU taking place at Stanford University.
Archive: Little Things
Disclaimer: When Billy Boyd was 30, he was in New Zealand. So, clearly, I made this up.
Notes: The fraternity is fictional. I picked a Greek letter randomly. Many, many thanks to
aelane for the beta – especially for this part, where I seemed to forget how to use the English language.Takes place the evening of Part Three.
(part one) (part two) and (part three)
Impulse
Billy’s fingers clicked away at the keyboard. He couldn’t suppress a grin—at this rate, he would have his paper finished early. Somewhere between his third and fourth hour of working, he had been struck with inspiration—not surprisingly, this was around the same time that Dominic had knocked on his bedroom door with lunch and a large cup of black coffee. Billy grinned again at the memory. The gesture was small, but it had made Billy feel more akin to a thirteen-year-old girl than he cared to admit. He couldn’t help it—Dom just made him happy.
It was nearly eight o’clock when Billy finally shut down his computer and went to knock on Dominic’s door. No answer. He went downstairs to the living room area, where he found him. Dom was playing video games on the big telly with a few of the new rushees—including the blue-eyed boy from the party.
Billy knew it didn’t mean anything. He knew that if this boy was rushing Sigma, he would be around a lot, and Billy would just have to get used to seeing him and Dom together. He grimaced and, as he tried to push aside the thought of them together, he walked up to the couch where they were sitting.
Not quite sure what to say, he opted for something simple. “Hey.”
Dom looked up and, seeing it was Billy, burst into a grin. “Hey! How’s the paper?”
“Great, actually. Got plenty done for today.” Billy’s eyes moved nervously from Dom to the boy, to the telly, back to Dom.
Dom then seemed to realize who was sitting next to him. “Oh, um. Billy, this is Elijah, Elijah, Billy.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Billy’s the Sigma house monitor.”
The boy—Elijah, right—bounced off the couch and shook Billy’s hand eagerly. “Great to meet you!”
Billy shook his hand with a forced smile. “You, too, mate.”
“Oh, wow, you’re Scottish?” ‘If this kid were any more excitable his head might explode,’ Billy thought.
“Yes. Glaswegian.”
“That’s great, man! I’m from Santa Monica.”
‘No shit,’ is what Billy wanted to say, but he just nodded politely and looked again at Dom, who had been observing this exchange silently. He finally spoke again.
“Um, Billy and I are going to go grab some dinner, Elijah, so um. See you later.”
At they left the house, Dom pulled Billy aside. “I am so sorry about that. He just showed up at the house and, well, I couldn’t ignore him.”
“It’s alright,” Billy smiled thinly. “I don’t have the right to be jealous.”
“You don’t have the need to be jealous, Bill.” Dom kissed him quickly on the mouth. “He’s not the one I’m interested in.”
Dinner was decidedly less awkward for Billy. Dom took him to a small Italian restaurant that Billy hadn’t known existed a block from the house, and they’d shared a bottle of wine with their fettuccini, and then another with their tiramisu.
As they walked back home, both men were comfortably silent. Billy let the happy combination of Dom’s company and Chianti wash over him. On impulse, he grabbed Dom’s hand.
Dom looked down at their clasped hands, then smiled at him. They kept their hands together until they reached the house, where Billy dropped it abruptly. Dom put his hand on Billy’s shoulder.
“Bill, we don’t have to hide, you know. The whole house knows I’m gay.”
Billy raised an eyebrow. “And they don’t care?”
Dom shrugged. “Some might, but no one says anything. I don’t care either way.”
Billy sighed. “Dom, I know you don’t, but unfortunately, I have to, ok? If only to keep my job. Please understand that?”
Dom nodded seriously, but then his lips moved into that cheeky grin that Billy loved. “Well, I wouldn’t want you taken out of the house. It’s so… convenient.”
Billy laughed. “Come to my room in a few minutes?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Billy smiled and went inside. Once upstairs, he hurriedly brushed his teeth and then went to his bedroom. He sat on his bed anxiously, half-drunk and more than half-horny. When Dom knocked, he jumped.
He opened the door to see Dom standing there with an absurdly serious look on his face. He cleared his throat loudly and said, “Well, hello Mr. House Monitor Billy, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something.”
Billy laughed loudly and pulled Dom in, locking the door behind them before promptly pushing Dom up against it, kissing him.
“Mmppphh.”
Billy pulled back. “What?”
“I said this is highly unprofessional, Mr. House Monitor Billy.”
“D’you want me to stop?”
“Not on your life.” Dom grinned and kissed him again, swinging Billy around so that he was pressed up against the door. Dom’s tongue moved in and out of Billy’s mouth and down his neck, and this was nice, so nice. Better than Billy’s memory had provided for him.
They moved to the small bed and lay down together, side by side. They kissed, just kissed, for what seemed like hours, but probably wasn’t since Billy wasn’t sure his cock could survive hours of Dom’s tongue without direct attention. It wasn’t long before Billy started to move against Dom, pressing and grinding their hips together. The friction their jeans provided was good, but not nearly enough for him. Billy lifted his leg, wrapping it around Dom’s, and pulled Dom flush against him, grinding their cocks together again.
Dom’s head fell back, leaving Billy’s earlobe cold where Dom had been sucking. He moaned, causing Billy to smile and lean his head forward to nip at Dom’s jaw.
“I want you, Dominic,” he growled against Dom’s skin. Dom moaned again as Billy’s hand sneaked between their legs and rubbed at the crotch of Dom’s jeans. Dom leaned backwards and took off his shirt before seeking Billy’s touch again. When Billy took off his own shirt, Dom whimpered, and Billy quickly returned his hands, starting on Dom’s belt.
“I want you, too, Billy. Have since—ah, since we met."
Billy’s hand slipped inside Dom’s pants, finding him warm and hard and ready. Dom arched and panted into the pillow as Billy stroked him. Billy moved his head forward so that their noses were touching. “I want you to come for me, Dom,” he breathed against his mouth, whispering, “C’mon, yeah.” Dom bit the pillow when Billy’s thumb brushed over the head of his cock and he arched one final time before spilling over Billy’s hand.
Dom turned to lie flat on his back, still shaking. Billy cleaned his hand off on a discarded shirt and then rubbed his fingers over Dom’s stomach soothingly, kissing him softly on the mouth.
“You ok?”
“Christ, Billy, that was the best fucking hand job I’ve ever had.”
Billy smirked. “Years of practice.”
Dom chuckled as he scooted out of the bed, removing his jeans completely before crawling back in on top of Billy. Kissing once on the mouth before moving down his chest, sucking and biting until Billy was squirming beneath him. “Please, Dom…”
Dom pulled Billy’s loosened pants off completely and moved his mouth over hips and thighs. Billy moaned his name again and then cried out loudly when Dom took his cock into his mouth, sucking lightly
Billy put his fist to his mouth, biting back the noises as Dom worked him, licking the length before bringing his mouth fully over him again. When Dom relaxed his throat to take in even more, Billy broke the skin on his knuckle.
The build-up had been too much, and it didn’t take long before Billy was thrusting up into Dom’s mouth, coming harder than he had in years. Dom snaked back up Billy’s body and rested half on top of him, nuzzling at his neck as Billy came down.
“I want to stay here,” he whispered to Billy. “We can set the alarm early and I’ll sneak back to my room before anyone is awake.”
Billy turned to face him. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t want to leave you.”
It was an honest plea and—dare he even think it—loving, and Billy didn’t think he could refuse Dom.
“Stay,” he whispered and kissed Dom again.
End Part Four.
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