ext_88596 ([identity profile] blackrainbows.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fellowshippers2003-10-15 10:37 pm

Pucker Up - DM/BB

Apologies for the cross post to [livejournal.com profile] monaboyd!

Title: Pucker Up
Author: [livejournal.com profile] blackrainbows
Pairing: DM/BB, implied DM/OB
Rating: G
Summary: Dom and Orlando teach Billy a lesson.
Disclaimer: Not true, not a word....or is it?
AN: Dedicated to my darling [livejournal.com profile] el_erzulie for helping me recapture my muse!


Pucker Up


"So Billy, what's Dom like in bed?"

Billy almost choked on the mug of beer he had just raised to his lips. "Wh..hat" He stammered, wiping his mouth on the filthy sleeve of his baseball T-shirt.

The mischievous glint in Orlando's eyes sparkled as he moved around the table to sit next to Dominic. "Just curious 'tis all," he said winking at Dom as he put down the tray of beers he'd been carrying. "You never know when information like that could come in handy."

Dom chuckled as he lent forward to distribute the drinks to himself and Orlando before sitting back and fixing a steady gaze on Billy. "You can't ask Billy things like that," he said, attempting to hold back a smirk. "He doesn't kiss and tell, right Billeh?"

"Now wait just a minute!" Billy exclaimed as the tips of his ears began to turn bright red. He put down his mug with a bang, barely noticing as beer sloshed over the sides and all over the pub table in front of him. "We never....I mean I would remember if and...."

Orlando began to giggle an almost school girl like giggle. "Getting a little defensive there, aren't we Billy? It was just a simple question that I was interested in knowing the answer to. No worries though. I can find out for me self." Orlando shot Dom a drunken grin and Billy could do nothing but watch, horrified, as Orlando's right hand disappeared under the table in Dom's direction.

Without warning Dom jolted upwards his seat, spilling beer down his front. "Whoa! Easy there Orli. Think maybe you've had enough for tonight," he said with another chuckle.

"Nooo...." Orlando complained. "You haven't had enough yet." He removed his hand from Dom's lap and attempted to push the other man's beer mug back to his lips. Dom gently eased his hands away and pushed Orlando into his seat. It was only then did he realised Billy still sat staring at them both in utter amazement.

"What's wrong Billy?" he asked, amused by the expression on his friend's face.

Billy shook his head quickly. "Nothing...nothing...." He clutched the mug in his hands tightly as he took a long gulp of beer.

"You've never been with a guy before, have you Billy?" Dom prompted, knowing that the information wasn't going to come out willingly. He hadn't expected Billy to be so shy about those kinds of things. He was usually so open about everything else.

There was no answer from Billy as he hid himself behind his mug but Dom could see the tips of ears beginning to go red again.

"Come on Billy!" Orlando crowed. He was taking too long to reply. "You've never ever been with one? Not even a kiss?"

Billy carefully put his mug down and raised his eyes to meet Dom's. The blush had gone down a bit and his eyes now had a playful look to them. "I don't kiss and tell, remember?" he said slyly.

Dom started to laugh. He was loving this. "I'll take that as a no Billeh. You can't fool us."

His reply was a scowl and another gulp of beer. The three of them sat in silence for a moment, listening to the sounds of the other pub-goers around them.

"You could show him."

Orlando's voice interrupted the stillness of the table and was met with not one, but two astonished looks.

"Kiss him?"

"Kiss me?"

"Are you crazy?"

"He's my best friend!"

Orlando rolled his eyes. "And you're my friend too Dom but you know I'd do you in a second." Dom couldn't help but beam - it wasn't every day Orlando Bloom announced that kind of thing to the world. "And it wouldn't even be a real kiss. Just a little one. Practice, you know?"

"Practice?" Billy squeaked. "For what? I'm not becoming gay."

"And neither are we," Dom said, turning to Billy. The idea was beginning to look a lot better than it did at first glance. Billy was actually quite good looking when you got past the whole 'he feels like a brother' thing. "Come on Billeh. It can't hurt. I won't even tell anyone how bad you are."

Billy hesitated and began scratching at one of the dents in the wooden table. "Here?" he asked finally.

"Yes!" Orlando exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air and sitting forward in his seat as though getting ready for a show.

Dom looked around at the other drunken men in the pub. There were some in the corner doing far worse embarrassing things than kissing another guy. He shrugged. "Why not?" Pushing back his chair, Dom walked over to Billy's side and moved to put one hand on either side of his head so he couldn't escape.

"No wait!" Billy cried in protest. "I'm not....We're not...this..."

"Just do it Dom!" Orlando was getting impatient.

"Pucker up Billy," Dom warned before clamping the Scottish man's head between his hands and leaning in.

Teeth bumped against teeth as Billy's unprepared mouth was declared war on. For a moment Dom could feel Billy struggle against him as he gently teased Billy's bottom lip with his tongue, lapping up the taste of beer. Gradually the protesting stopped. Billy's warm gentle mouth began to give in, allowing Dom to enter as their tongues clashed together. Billy found it becoming easier by the second and he quickly started to memorise the way Dom held his head, the taste of Dom's lips, the way he moved his tongue....Billy was just starting to get into a rhythm himself when Dom pulled back abruptly, breathing heavily. With flushed cheeks he stumbled quickly back to his own chair, his legs almost giving way. Billy stared at him, his eyes open wide.

"Uh...." he breathed as Orlando looked back and forth between them, his own eyes wide with eager anticipation.

"So how was it?" he demanded.

Dom was looking even more flushed as he mumbled something under his breath and reached for his beer. Billy took another second to recover and when he finally did and understood the expression he saw on Dom's face, he began to grin.

"Sorry Orli," he said, sitting back in his chair, a mug of beer in his hand and a now slightly cocky expression on his face. "You'll have to find out for yourself." He glanced over at Dom who was now watching him intently. "I don't kiss and tell."
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[identity profile] gblvr.livejournal.com 2003-10-15 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmmmm. What else does Billy do and not tell about? Hee. This was cute.