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Impulse (part five) BB/DM R
Title: Impulse (part five)
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: This chapter R.
Summary: AU taking place at Stanford University.
Archive: Little Things, only please.
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! This part is dedicated to traceace - happy (very late) birthday, sweetie!
Takes place about three months after Part Four.
part one, part two, part three and part four
Final exams, Billy had decided, sucked. They were entirely too time-consuming. For the past two weeks, he had done nothing but eat, sleep, use the bathroom and study. He'd barely even had the chance to have dinner with his boyfriend in over five days. Despite this realization, Billy smiled. His boyfriend—he would never get tired of the sound of that.
Before Dom, Billy hadn’t had a relationship—a real relationship—in a long time. Years, even. Sure he’d had dates, flings, one-night stands. But nothing serious and certainly nothing he would call special. But now, with Dom, he couldn’t get over the feeling that this was all new territory. Dom threw Billy off balance—made him break rules and act nothing like the responsible, studious Billy he should be. But at the same time, he felt more himself than ever.
Billy was waiting for Dom to finish his last exam so that they could finally spend some time together. He had finished his own last exam the evening before, and had spent the morning, and the majority of the afternoon, sleeping. He figured since he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in days, he was allowed to indulge. Now he was all rested—too rested. He was fidgety and hyper and impatient.
Billy was starting to consider color-coding his CD collection, when there was a knock at his door. He opened it to see Dom, smiling widely and carrying two mugs of tea.
“I fucking aced my econ exam.” Dom walked in, kicking the door shut behind him, and placed the steaming mugs on Billy’s desk before kissing him soundly. “I fucking aced it, man!”
“Since when are you so cocky?” Billy smirked, stealing another kiss.
Dom kissed him back and growled in his ear, "I thought you liked me…cocky.”
“Cheeky.”
“Cocky. Cheeky. Which is it, Boyd?”
Billy lightly slapped Dom on his right cheek and grinned. “I like both.”
“How very,” Dom said, leaning in to kiss that spot just below Billy’s ear—the one that made him make that whimper-moan every time—“interesting.”
And there it was, that sound that Billy could never quite hold back when Dom did that and god, had Billy missed him.
Dom whispered, “I missed you, too,” and Billy grinned again. He loved that in the few short months together, Dom already knew him so well. He could only 'mmm' in response, as Dom was still doing that thing to his ear, and it was quickly turning Billy into a puddle of goo.
Dom was still whispering between licks and nibbles. "I want to show you how much I missed you." He pushed Billy gently onto the bed and straddled him. Billy looked up at him, glassy-eyed, and rolled his hips upward into Dom.
"Aye, show me."
"Now? But I brought us tea," Dom grinned, rocking slightly into Billy.
"Don't be a bloody tease, I have a microwave." Billy grabbed Dom by the arse and pulled him forward, surprising Dom and causing him to fall forward onto Billy. Billy smirked, as this was his intention all along. He leaned up for a kiss.
"Now," he said against Dom's mouth, "show me."
And Dom sure did show him. He kissed Billy until their lips were swollen and bruised, arms traveling up and down Billy's body. He pushed Billy's shirt up and kissed down his chest, taking the time to lick through the patch of hair leading to his belly button, dipping his tongue in for a taste. When Billy seemed to be growing restless, quivering beneath Dom's ministrations, he leaned back and unbuttoned Billy's trousers.
He started to stroke Billy, long lazy strokes, as if to demonstrate that exams were over and they had plenty of time to enjoy each other. Just as his pace was starting to pick up, there was a loud banging at Billy's door.
"Billy! Are you in there!?"
Dom cursed under his breath and let go of Billy's cock, rousing a 'shite' out of Billy as well. Weakly, Billy sat up and yelled, "Yes? Danny?"
There was a frantic voice through the door. "Billy, the fucking toilet is overflowing and there's water everywhere and—shit Chris! Don't fucking use my sheet!" He knocked again. "Billy, can you come out?"
Billy looked at Dom, who rolled off him and scowled. "I'm sorry, just let me go take care of this, and I'll be right back." He kissed Dom quickly and buttoned up. Walking out of his bedroom door, he was greeted with a puddle. This was mainly because his bedroom was directly across from the bathroom, but also because there was water. Everywhere.
Twenty-five minutes and a ruined pair of trainers later, Billy came back to his room. He had rinsed off at the sink, so luckily he was no longer covered in toilet water when Dom tackled him. It was all a blur of arms, lips and then the bed and Dom, and wow, he had taken his clothes off in Billy's absence.
Dom kissed him, all over, and his mouth was heading south, just where Billy wanted it. Dom hands tugged at Billy's pants, yanking them down hurriedly, and there—"Oh, god Dom."
His mouth was hot and wet. Billy arched up into him, his own hands grappling at the sheets, and—*knock, knock!*
"Fuck!"
Billy's cock fell from Dom's mouth as he let out his own 'what the fuck?!' and Billy yelled. "What is it?"
"Shit, Billy?" It was Neil, one of the Sigmas in the house. "James just broke the fucking table downstairs, the glass one? Can you c'mere?"
Dom collapsed back onto the bed, defeated. Billy pulled up his pants again and went to the door, opening it halfway.
"What happened?"
Billy spoke quickly to Neil, who told him that James' post-exam partying had gotten a little out of control. Billy found James downstairs, passed out drunk and surrounded by glass. Fucking great. After ten minutes of trying to wake him—to no avail—Billy and Neil dragged James to the couch and got to work with the brooms.
'I hate my fucking job, I hate my fucking job.' This became Billy's mantra as he cleaned, every second away from his own bedroom, away from Dom, seeming like hours. When he finished cleaning, he gave Neil a nice little speech to relay to James once he woke, and returned to his room, rubbing his hands over his face tiredly.
Dom was still waiting when he got there, fully dressed.
"Hey, god I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," Dom gave a small smile. "But we're finishing this in my room, dammit."
Billy grinned. "Ok...but, what about everyone?"
Dom handed him a sheet of paper and pen from the desk. "You went out. You'll be back later."
Billy scribbled a quick note and taped it to the front of his door. Dom cracked the door open and looked outside. "All clear."
Quickly, Billy followed Dom down the hall and into his room. Dom locked the door and faced him. "I feel like we're in Mission Impossible," he laughed.
Billy approached Dom slowly. "Well, Agent Monaghan. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to fuck me senseless."
"I'm right on it, boss."
And finally—finally—Dom did. It wasn't the slow, romantic reunion that Billy had been looking forward to, but fast and hard. And hot, so bloody hot. Billy lie there afterward, panting into Dom's shoulder. "I'm going to miss you when you leave," he said.
"I was going to surprise you," Dom whispered. "I'm not going home for Christmas."
Billy half-sat up. "You're not? But, your family—"
"Is all the way in England, and you are going to be in this house all alone. How could I pass that up? Three weeks, just the two of us?"
Billy bit his lip, because otherwise, he'd tell Dom he loved him. Which he did, surely, but he wasn't quite ready to tell him that. Instead, he kissed him and mumbled 'thank you' against his mouth.
"So, three weeks, just the two of us?"
Dom grinned broadly. "Yep! Just think, we can shag all over the house!"
Billy laughed, but it died quickly when there was a knock at the door.
"You've got to be bloody kidding me," Dom grumbled, as he went to answer.
Billy could only see half of what was going on at the door—there was a partial reflection in Dom's mirror—but he could hear. It was Elijah. Elijah, who had finished rushing and was now living in the house as a brother. Elijah, who was telling told Dom that he'd be staying in the house over holiday break and, wouldn't it be nice if they could spend some time together?
Dom was stuttering uncomfortably, and Elijah—well, he was shifting nervously from foot to foot. It was clear that Elijah wasn't looking to play cards with Dom.
"I, uh, I'll have to see, 'Lijah," Dom stammered. "I have to get back to something, though, ok?"
"Yeah, man, you know where to find me."
Dom shut the door behind him. Billy opened his mouth to speak, but Dom got to it first. "I know we said we weren't going to tell anyone, but I'm going to tell him I'm seeing someone, ok? Don't worry, baby."
"So much for shagging all over the house."
"We'll work it out," Dom said, sliding back onto the bed and wrapping his arms around Billy. Billy snuggled against him, clinging to the safe feeling that gave him and tried to ignore the knot forming in his stomach.
End Part Five.
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: This chapter R.
Summary: AU taking place at Stanford University.
Archive: Little Things, only please.
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! This part is dedicated to traceace - happy (very late) birthday, sweetie!Takes place about three months after Part Four.
part one, part two, part three and part four
Impulse (part five)
Final exams, Billy had decided, sucked. They were entirely too time-consuming. For the past two weeks, he had done nothing but eat, sleep, use the bathroom and study. He'd barely even had the chance to have dinner with his boyfriend in over five days. Despite this realization, Billy smiled. His boyfriend—he would never get tired of the sound of that.
Before Dom, Billy hadn’t had a relationship—a real relationship—in a long time. Years, even. Sure he’d had dates, flings, one-night stands. But nothing serious and certainly nothing he would call special. But now, with Dom, he couldn’t get over the feeling that this was all new territory. Dom threw Billy off balance—made him break rules and act nothing like the responsible, studious Billy he should be. But at the same time, he felt more himself than ever.
Billy was waiting for Dom to finish his last exam so that they could finally spend some time together. He had finished his own last exam the evening before, and had spent the morning, and the majority of the afternoon, sleeping. He figured since he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in days, he was allowed to indulge. Now he was all rested—too rested. He was fidgety and hyper and impatient.
Billy was starting to consider color-coding his CD collection, when there was a knock at his door. He opened it to see Dom, smiling widely and carrying two mugs of tea.
“I fucking aced my econ exam.” Dom walked in, kicking the door shut behind him, and placed the steaming mugs on Billy’s desk before kissing him soundly. “I fucking aced it, man!”
“Since when are you so cocky?” Billy smirked, stealing another kiss.
Dom kissed him back and growled in his ear, "I thought you liked me…cocky.”
“Cheeky.”
“Cocky. Cheeky. Which is it, Boyd?”
Billy lightly slapped Dom on his right cheek and grinned. “I like both.”
“How very,” Dom said, leaning in to kiss that spot just below Billy’s ear—the one that made him make that whimper-moan every time—“interesting.”
And there it was, that sound that Billy could never quite hold back when Dom did that and god, had Billy missed him.
Dom whispered, “I missed you, too,” and Billy grinned again. He loved that in the few short months together, Dom already knew him so well. He could only 'mmm' in response, as Dom was still doing that thing to his ear, and it was quickly turning Billy into a puddle of goo.
Dom was still whispering between licks and nibbles. "I want to show you how much I missed you." He pushed Billy gently onto the bed and straddled him. Billy looked up at him, glassy-eyed, and rolled his hips upward into Dom.
"Aye, show me."
"Now? But I brought us tea," Dom grinned, rocking slightly into Billy.
"Don't be a bloody tease, I have a microwave." Billy grabbed Dom by the arse and pulled him forward, surprising Dom and causing him to fall forward onto Billy. Billy smirked, as this was his intention all along. He leaned up for a kiss.
"Now," he said against Dom's mouth, "show me."
And Dom sure did show him. He kissed Billy until their lips were swollen and bruised, arms traveling up and down Billy's body. He pushed Billy's shirt up and kissed down his chest, taking the time to lick through the patch of hair leading to his belly button, dipping his tongue in for a taste. When Billy seemed to be growing restless, quivering beneath Dom's ministrations, he leaned back and unbuttoned Billy's trousers.
He started to stroke Billy, long lazy strokes, as if to demonstrate that exams were over and they had plenty of time to enjoy each other. Just as his pace was starting to pick up, there was a loud banging at Billy's door.
"Billy! Are you in there!?"
Dom cursed under his breath and let go of Billy's cock, rousing a 'shite' out of Billy as well. Weakly, Billy sat up and yelled, "Yes? Danny?"
There was a frantic voice through the door. "Billy, the fucking toilet is overflowing and there's water everywhere and—shit Chris! Don't fucking use my sheet!" He knocked again. "Billy, can you come out?"
Billy looked at Dom, who rolled off him and scowled. "I'm sorry, just let me go take care of this, and I'll be right back." He kissed Dom quickly and buttoned up. Walking out of his bedroom door, he was greeted with a puddle. This was mainly because his bedroom was directly across from the bathroom, but also because there was water. Everywhere.
Twenty-five minutes and a ruined pair of trainers later, Billy came back to his room. He had rinsed off at the sink, so luckily he was no longer covered in toilet water when Dom tackled him. It was all a blur of arms, lips and then the bed and Dom, and wow, he had taken his clothes off in Billy's absence.
Dom kissed him, all over, and his mouth was heading south, just where Billy wanted it. Dom hands tugged at Billy's pants, yanking them down hurriedly, and there—"Oh, god Dom."
His mouth was hot and wet. Billy arched up into him, his own hands grappling at the sheets, and—*knock, knock!*
"Fuck!"
Billy's cock fell from Dom's mouth as he let out his own 'what the fuck?!' and Billy yelled. "What is it?"
"Shit, Billy?" It was Neil, one of the Sigmas in the house. "James just broke the fucking table downstairs, the glass one? Can you c'mere?"
Dom collapsed back onto the bed, defeated. Billy pulled up his pants again and went to the door, opening it halfway.
"What happened?"
Billy spoke quickly to Neil, who told him that James' post-exam partying had gotten a little out of control. Billy found James downstairs, passed out drunk and surrounded by glass. Fucking great. After ten minutes of trying to wake him—to no avail—Billy and Neil dragged James to the couch and got to work with the brooms.
'I hate my fucking job, I hate my fucking job.' This became Billy's mantra as he cleaned, every second away from his own bedroom, away from Dom, seeming like hours. When he finished cleaning, he gave Neil a nice little speech to relay to James once he woke, and returned to his room, rubbing his hands over his face tiredly.
Dom was still waiting when he got there, fully dressed.
"Hey, god I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," Dom gave a small smile. "But we're finishing this in my room, dammit."
Billy grinned. "Ok...but, what about everyone?"
Dom handed him a sheet of paper and pen from the desk. "You went out. You'll be back later."
Billy scribbled a quick note and taped it to the front of his door. Dom cracked the door open and looked outside. "All clear."
Quickly, Billy followed Dom down the hall and into his room. Dom locked the door and faced him. "I feel like we're in Mission Impossible," he laughed.
Billy approached Dom slowly. "Well, Agent Monaghan. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to fuck me senseless."
"I'm right on it, boss."
And finally—finally—Dom did. It wasn't the slow, romantic reunion that Billy had been looking forward to, but fast and hard. And hot, so bloody hot. Billy lie there afterward, panting into Dom's shoulder. "I'm going to miss you when you leave," he said.
"I was going to surprise you," Dom whispered. "I'm not going home for Christmas."
Billy half-sat up. "You're not? But, your family—"
"Is all the way in England, and you are going to be in this house all alone. How could I pass that up? Three weeks, just the two of us?"
Billy bit his lip, because otherwise, he'd tell Dom he loved him. Which he did, surely, but he wasn't quite ready to tell him that. Instead, he kissed him and mumbled 'thank you' against his mouth.
"So, three weeks, just the two of us?"
Dom grinned broadly. "Yep! Just think, we can shag all over the house!"
Billy laughed, but it died quickly when there was a knock at the door.
"You've got to be bloody kidding me," Dom grumbled, as he went to answer.
Billy could only see half of what was going on at the door—there was a partial reflection in Dom's mirror—but he could hear. It was Elijah. Elijah, who had finished rushing and was now living in the house as a brother. Elijah, who was telling told Dom that he'd be staying in the house over holiday break and, wouldn't it be nice if they could spend some time together?
Dom was stuttering uncomfortably, and Elijah—well, he was shifting nervously from foot to foot. It was clear that Elijah wasn't looking to play cards with Dom.
"I, uh, I'll have to see, 'Lijah," Dom stammered. "I have to get back to something, though, ok?"
"Yeah, man, you know where to find me."
Dom shut the door behind him. Billy opened his mouth to speak, but Dom got to it first. "I know we said we weren't going to tell anyone, but I'm going to tell him I'm seeing someone, ok? Don't worry, baby."
"So much for shagging all over the house."
"We'll work it out," Dom said, sliding back onto the bed and wrapping his arms around Billy. Billy snuggled against him, clinging to the safe feeling that gave him and tried to ignore the knot forming in his stomach.
End Part Five.
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poor things! thanks, i'm glad you enjoyed it!
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this was soso funny and sweet. *heart* thank you for making
my day with the smutme smile!elijah, you arse, how dare you impede dom and billy's fucking all over the house? rar.no subject
thank you!