fellowshippers | Fic- A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Librairie (82/100)

Title: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Librairie (82/100)
Authors:

rainbowcobweb
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Big fat fiction.
Feedback: Appreciated.
Summary: Wedding plans go slightly awry, but only for a moment. The making up is always the good part.
A/N: It's been so long since I (V) posted any fic in a community that I completely forgot about headers at first. Oops! Sorry mods, I just realised my error and fixed it. So RC has just finished school and is headed off to uni in a few months, and I am walking away unscathed with my law degree, and though we've been writing lots we're just back to posting. I hope you'll forgive the eight month (!) delay and enjoy continuing to read our fic. As always, you can friend

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"We are not having pink flowers at our wedding, lad. Pink flowers are pink!" Billy groaned, tugging the legs of his trousers out straight before throwing them in the washing machine. In the bedroom, Dom was lying on his stomach with a pile of magazines in front of him, Billy having promised to finally start making some concrete plans about the wedding.

"But Billy!" Dom replied in his whingy-voice, flipping through the pages of the bridal magazines from England that Matt had sent as a joke but had actually turned out to be rather useful, "they look so pretty! You know I like pretty things and we've already agreed we're having flowers rather than balloons so what other colours could we possibly have? Oooh! We could have a rainbow theme..."

"What about something more subtle? Blue? Are there blue flowers? Or white roses, or... we could do red or wine-coloured roses, those would look good with my tartan, I think," Billy suggested, pulling a few of Dom's white socks out of the dark load.

"Can we have daisies?" Dom asked, coming across a picture of a little bridesmaid holding a bouquet of daisies and wrinkling his nose up happily at the sight. "If we ever have a little girl I think we should call her Daisy," he added, rolling onto his back with the magazine propped open on his stomach.

"Daisies, yes. No child of mine, however, is going to be called Daisy. Ever," Billy replied.

"Aw, why not?" Dom called, pouting a little then laughing. "Daisy's a pretty name!"

"Daisy is the name of a flower, not a human being!" Billy called back.

"Well, what do you suggest?" Dom asked with a little roll of his eyes. "And don't start on with any of your literature bollocks; I am not putting 'Ophelia' or 'Dorian' or 'Lancelot' on a birth certificate."

"How about Alexei?" Billy asked.

"Are you fucking serious?" Dom asked, raising his eyebrows even though Billy wasn't in the room. "Alexei? Just...no. Never. The poor lad'd get beaten up more than I did and I got beaten up a lot. He needs a nice normal name. Like...James. Or Michael."

"Alexei's the most normal name there is in Russia!" Billy exclaimed, starting the washer and then walking into the bedroom with his hands on his hips. "I don't like Michael. I had a boyfriend named Michael once."

"Was he a twat?" Dom asked with his best sympathetic face, grinning when Billy nodded. "Fine. Not Michael. But I think you've neglected to take in a major part of your argument. Alexei is the most normal name there is in Russia. We live in France, and we're British. And no fucking way is any child of mine getting a French name."

"We live in Europe. Aren't we supposed to be all friendly, one nation and all that? The European Community? Or Union, whatever the fuck we are now. Anyway, I like Russian names, and what's wrong with a French name anyway? There are good French names."

"We are not part of the fucking European Union," Dom said with a little snarl, pointing one not particularly threatening finger at Billy. "And neither is Russia. How many times have we discussed this? We are British and any child of ours will get a good, solid, British name."

"Oh leave it to the English," Billy muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.

"Fuck you!" Dom shouted in a high-pitched voice, sitting up to face Billy, glaring and folding his arms. "All I'm saying is 'Alexei Boyd' sounds fucking ridiculous, and you need to take a serious reality check if you think I'm giving my kid a poncy European name."

"Oh, and Daisy isn't poncy?" Billy exclaimed. "Jesus, Dom."

"Daisy is not poncy! It's nowhere near as crap as bloody Alexei. Besides, Daisy Monaghan's got a nice ring to it, wouldn't you say?" Dom asked, sticking his jaw out and folding his arms as he glared at Billy.

"Since when is it Daisy Monaghan?" Billy asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought we talked about that already."

"Well what if I've changed my mind?" Dom challenged, knowing he wasn't actually serious, but feeling the need to annoy Billy anyway.

"But... I thought..." Billy spluttered, frowning. "Well it's fine if you want to but I wish you'd told me!"

"Yeah, well, I..." Dom made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat and shook his head. "This has to stop." And with that, he picked up a pillow and flung it for all he was worth at Billy's head, cheering when it hit.

For a second Billy just stared at him, and then he grinned and executed a running tackle towards the bed, tugging Dom down with him and thwapping him over the head with another pillow.

"Surrender, Boyd!" Dom crowed, flinging a pillow into Billy's stomach and knocking him for six. "Our child will not be called Alexei!"

"Oh yeah? Well our child will not be called Daisy, either!" Billy exclaimed, recovering enough to reach out and grab Dom again, tickling him mercilessly.

"Ahhhh!" Dom shrieked, his limbs flailing madly. "Get off, you Scottish twat!"

"I claim this Dominic for Queen and country!" Billy cheered, pushing Dom down and sitting on him.

"Ooooh, feel like doing just that?" Dom asked with a little waggle of his eyebrows, his hands coming to rest on Billy's hips.

"Yeh little minx," Billy muttered with a laugh, pushing Dom's hair, which was quite askew, back from his face. "Can't have a proper fight with you even, you just turn it into sex," he said fondly, leaning down to kiss Dom's lips.

"Mmmm," Dom moaned against Billy's lips, sliding his tongue in between them and exploring lazily for a moment before pulling back. "It was a pointless argument anyway."

"I think you're right," Billy agreed. "Though I still claim you for Queen and country," he added with a little grin, reaching out and pinching a nipple through Dom's shirt.

"Ah!" Dom gasped, closing his eyes and arching into Billy's touch automatically. "Twat," he muttered fondly, opening one eye and then pushing his hips up into Billy's with little rocking motions.

"I see precisely zero twats in this room," Billy purred against Dom's neck, grinning as he used his teeth on Dom's jaw and went for the other nipple this time, scratching Dom's belly with the other hand. "This is a twat-free environment."

"For which I am very thankful," Dom murmured, biting the tip of Billy's ear and then licking it. "You ever shagged a girl? Kissed one, even?"

"Kissed, not shagged," Billy replied, pushing Dom's shirt up to get his hands under it and rocking his hips gently. "You?"

"Neither," Dom replied, grabbing hold of Billy's arse and bringing their hips together with more pressure, causing him to hiss. "I'm all about the cock, me," he added with a grin.

"I hadn't noticed," Billy replied, rolling his eyes slightly as he sucked on Dom's neck, moaning as he started rocking a little more purposefully. "Did you ever this when you were a teenager? Rub up against strangers in clubs? In parents' beds?"

"Course I did," Dom replied, his hand sneaking up to hold the back of Billy's head and keep his lips on Dom's neck. "Haven't I told you enough for you to gather that I was an easy little slut?"

"Yeah, but I like this specific image, so indulge me," Billy muttered against Dom's skin, sucking a bit harder until he raised a bit of a bruise.

"What d'you wanna know?" Dom asked, his breathing getting a bit ragged as he slid his hands under Billy's shirt. "You have a fucking sexy chest, by the way."

"I don't know," Billy replied, gasping a little when Dom's thumb brushed over a nipple as his pinkie finger grazed the spot near Billy's underarm that was so sensitive. "I just like thinking about it. You all horny and desperate, just rubbing up against some bloke because you needed to get off so badly." Abandoning the mark on Dom's neck for a moment, Billy moved up to his ear, nibbling lightly. "I've been working out more regularly. Can you tell?"

"Mmmm, yeah," Dom growled, flipping them over so that Billy was pinned underneath him. "You're all..." He shook his head and trailed off, undoing Billy's shirt as quickly as he could mange, one off the buttons flying off in the process. "Just sexy." He smirked and licked a trail up the centre of Billy's torso, biting the underside of Billy's chin. "Ask me questions," Dom muttered breathily, his tongue darting out to lick Billy's shoulder. "It's easier if you ask me questions."

"I hope you can mend that," Billy muttered with a little glare as the button rolled away, though really he wasn't bothered because what Dom was doing was just too fucking nice. "Questions, erm..." Billy thought for a moment, slipping one hand between Dom's arse and the waistband of his jeans, giving one cheek a healthy squeeze. "Did you ever do it in someone's house? Pretend you were doing homework, like?"

"Yeah," Dom said, grinning as he remembered. "Me and my first boyfriend...Tom...we met at the youth club." He bit Billy's jaw and neck in several places, gently. "He was shit at science so I used to go and 'help' him with his coursework...silly fucker had taken chem and biology at A-level. Anyway..." Dom worked his hands into Billy's trousers and cupped his prick through his boxers. "We spent entire afternoons in his bedroom experimenting. Stupid bastard wouldn't let me shag him, though. He thought it was impossible."

"Impossible? What, like it wouldn't fit?" Billy asked, laughing at the thought as his hand pushed a little lower, just enough to brush Dom's hole with a fingertip. "It will, I assure you. Well, unless he was much larger than me, I suppose. Which is entirely possible."

Dom raised an eyebrow at Billy's finger brushing over his hole and shifted his hand so that his finger was doing the same to Billy. He grinned and kissed the side of Billy's face, using the heel of his hand to rub Billy's crotch. "He was a pindick," Dom said with a little roll of his eyes as he remembered. "Bit of a twat, really. Well. Lot of a twat. And you have a lovely cock," he added, wriggling down the bed until he could press his nose against the fabric of Billy's trousers, inhaling the subtle scent of sex. "Fucking perfect, yours is. Come on, more questions. I like this game."

Billy laughed. "Well it's a good thing he's history. Were he here, I might have to forcibly remove him from the room. Twat-free rule and all," he teased, sighing happily at the sensation of Dom's nose against his thigh. When Dom moved down, his hand had slipped out of Dom's trousers, so he tugged Dom's shirt over his head instead, kneading his shoulder muscles with one hand as he scratched his scalp with the other. "Tell me... tell me about one of the times you shagged someone at uni. Did you have any illicit encounters? Older blokes?"

"Fucked one of my professors," Dom said, smirking and working the waistband of Billy's trousers down with his chin until he was able to sink his teeth into Billy's hip. "What d'you think of that, then?"

"Ohh fuck, that's a pretty image," Billy moaned, watching Dom intently as he stroked his hair. "You were fucking him, them? Not the other way around? Christ."

"Bent him over the desk in his office and demanded that he let me fuck him." Dom glanced up at Billy cheekily, a big grin on his face. "Submissive little whore did as he was told, like a good boy."

"Fucking hell," Billy groaned, stroking Dom's cheek and trying not to just push his pelvis up against Dom's face. "How on earth did you get the confidence to... I mean... did you know he was gay already?"

"Well, if the silly git will go out and cruise round Bristol's gay bars and shove his arse into my cock, what does he expect? Don't think he expected to see the students in the bloody fetish bar, though. Didn't expect to find himself dancing with one, either. I had a mask on so he had no idea, bless him, until I, uh, confronted, you might say, him about it the next day." Dom winked and giggled as he undid the zip on Billy's trousers. "Pretty picture there, Bill?"

"I... yeah," Billy agreed, rubbing Dom's neck with one hand while his other brushed over his own nipple almost without his realising it. "You went to a fetish bar? What was it like? What kinds of things did you see there?"

"I went once or twice," Dom replied with a bit of a shrug, pulling Billy's trousers away from his legs in one smooth movement. "Not really my thing. You might like them, however." Dom paused to grin and pressed his cheek against Billy's boxer-clad hard-on. "Men leading other men around...lots of leather, lots of means of punishment for naughty boys like me..."

"I... I don't know if I'd like it," Billy replied honestly, threading his hand through Dom's hair and pushing to keep his cheek there for a moment, groaning when Dom rubbed back and forth a little. "I never liked doing anything really hardcore to Luka when he asked... floggers and things... I don't think I'd like pain like that myself either, but... the idea of being led around has some appeal," Billy admitted almost sheepishly. "And I like the way leather feels. Like the way it smells."

"Know you do, love," Dom said with a little smile, running his hands over Billy's thighs. Dom wasn't a particularly violent person but he'd decided that if he ever copped hold of this Luka pillock, he'd be on the floor so fast he wouldn't know what hit him. "Any other questions?" he asked, feeling a little bit mischievous. "You have to have more questions."

"Tell me... God..." Billy shivered, stretching out with his upper body and closing his eyes as he relished the feeling of Dom's hands on his legs, firm enough to be grounding. "Tell me more about your professor. Did you make him use his mouth on you or just fuck him? Did he put up a fight at all?"

"He had about as much fight in him as a head of cabbage," Dom said with a little roll of his eyes. "He was all, 'yes, Sir, no, Sir, Sir, let me please you, Sir.' And the thing is, he didn't even do it well. Not like you do it." He grinned and then dragged his teeth over Billy's cock, teasingly. "He had ears like mine...taxi doors, you know. They make the best handles, I don't know why you don't hold onto them. Anyway, I held him by his ears and fucked his mouth before bending him over and doing it properly. Fairly good shag, that."

"It may be a bit egotistical," Billy murmured with a little smile, "but I quite like the fact that I do a better job of it. Though I don't know how much fight I have in me. One word from you and I'm a bloody puddle of goo. And your ears are nice, but your hair is nicer to hold."

"I like that you don't have much fight in you," Dom replied, peeling Billy's boxers off, slowly. "I think he was just confused about what he wanted, but still. The sex was all right. Well, the entire once we did it. When you get submissive, you do it properly, you know? And when you dom, you do it properly. I like that, 'cause you switch. If you subbed all the time I'd want a bit of a fight but you switching just makes everything easier." Dom beamed. "I've confused myself. Ah well! 'Nother question, this is fun."

Billy laughed, though the sound was a little strained, his eyes open again now and glued on Dom as he petted his hair. "All right. Erm... you said before that you used to go from one bloke to the other, occasionally, when you were younger... did you ever have two at once? Like... did you ever suck a man's cock while another was fucking you? Or do that to another bloke?"

"Yeah, once or twice. A bloke I was sleeping with at uni lured one of the German exchange students into his room and had me translate for the entire evening. They, uh, they tied my wrists to the headboard and the German lad sat on my chest so his cock was in my mouth and the other bloke fucked me while this was all going on. That was fucking crap, though, they both came then forgot about me. Cunts." Dom grinned and licked the head of Billy's cock teasingly. "Another question, go on."

"Oh!" Billy gasped, writhing just a little when Dom finally touched him. "They were bastards, then. More questions? Really?"

"Yeah, really," Dom replied, smirking. "And pass us the lube, would you?"

"Oh God," Billy moaned, fumbling about on the nightstand and passing the lube to Dom when he found it. "All right... tell me... tell your favourite place that you've fucked someone. Or been fucked, either one."

"Well we've always done it in bed, haven't we?" Dom asked, looking at Billy, who shrugged and nodded. "Bed or in the flat or the shop. Private. You're talking public, aren't you?" Billy blushed and nodded, making Dom grin. "Under the bridge on the canal. I felt like a little rent boy." He giggled. "I slept with enough people to be one, back then, Christ."

"Bet you'd command a pretty fucking high price," Billy teased, stroking Dom's cheek again. "Would you ever pay for sex?" he asked, curious. "From a moral standpoint, I mean. I know you wouldn't need to."

"Probably not, no. I mean, most prostitutes are fucking junkies and riddled with a million and one diseases, so no. If you were a prostitute, on the other hand..."

"...then I, too, would be disease ridden," Billy pointed out. "I could always pretend, though."

"You could?" Dom asked with a raised eyebrow, flipping the top off the lube and squeezing some out onto his fingers.

"If you wanted," Billy replied, blushing yet again. "You know, like you pretended to be my servant boy in Toulouse."

"Mmmm," Dom said, grinning. "I'll have to file that away for future reference."

"I'd make a rather comical prostitute, though," Billy pointed out, spreading his legs hopefully. "I don't think I'd make very much money if I actually tried it, receding hairline and all."

Predictably, Dom smacked Billy's thigh and frowned. "None of that," he ordered, "or I'll withdraw privileges like this." And with that, Dom slid a finger smoothly into Billy, smirking as he curled it immediately.

"Oh fuck," Billy moaned, tightening his finger in Dom's hair, "please don't withdraw this privilege. I will happily do whatever you say if you don't withdraw this privilege."

Dom giggled and bit the inside of Billy's thigh, withdrawing his finger then adding a second. "Ask me something else."

"I'm running out of questions," Billy muttered, but he thought quickly as he writhed with Dom's fingers inside him. "Tell me... tell me what your very first thought was when you saw me," he decided suddenly. "In the shop. Very first thing that came to mind."

"I do believe it was, 'Yep, I'll be coming back here.'" Dom grinned and thrust his fingers in and out a couple of times while licking the junction between Billy's stomach and thigh, his other hand running over Billy's stomach and the muscles he hadn't really noticed until now. "Such a sexy boy, you are, Bill, Christ..."

"God," Billy gasped. "You make me feel sexy. The way you... the way you touch me. Feels so bloody good."

"It's because you are sexy, you daft wanker," Dom mumbled, kissing Billy's stomach and thighs. "God, just looking at you sometimes, when we're at work or making dinner...it's all I can do not to drop to my knees or bend you over the settee. Pretty little thing, aren't you?"

"Ah Christ," Billy mumbled, shivering all over from Dom's kisses and the movements of his fingers, his skin feeling more sensitive than usual. "You keep distracting me like that and I'll forget to be modest."

"Don't need to be modest with me, love," Dom said, getting up onto his knees and pressing tiny little kisses all over Billy's chest and stomach. "I like you not being modest." He smiled and licked a random pattern over Billy's skin before blowing on the trails he'd made, crooking his fingers inside Billy at the same time.

"I know... 's hard, but... you make me feel like a fucking princess," Billy admitted with a little laugh and a gasp, completely strung out between Dom's lips and his finger. "God, Dommeh... I'm so... I mean, you..."

"You're not going to come, are you?" Dom asked in amazement, half in awe from his amazing skills if that was indeed what was going on, and half jealous of Billy's amazing skills to come that quickly from that little stimulation.

"I will if you keep... God you're just so... beautiful," Billy moaned, rubbing over Dom's ear with his thumb. "Do you want to fuck me, lad?"

"Well, ideally," Dom said, beaming, "but I'm perfectly happy to do this 'til you come. Make me feel like fucking Casanova, you do."

"Fuck me, Casanova," Billy purred, grinning cheekily.

"God, no fucking problem," Dom muttered, bending Billy's legs back, kneeling in between them then slicking his cock up and thrusting forward into Billy in one long push. "Ohhhhh, fuck," he sighed, his head dropping forward. "Were we fighting before this?"

"Jesus yes," Billy groaned. "I mean... right, yes, we were, and no, I don't fucking care, and God, that's good."

Dom laughed breathily and pulled out before pushing back in again, moaning, his arms shaking with the effort of holding himself up. "We...we need to fight more often. Because...make-up sex, you know. God, fuck, this is good. Not that it's make-up sex. Just...sex. I'll shut up now."

"I get it," Billy replied with a smile, pushing up into Dom and moaning at how good it felt when his cock sank deeper into Billy's body. "It's good cause you're touching me... fucking me..." When Billy realised how much Dom was shaking, he reached up and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him down flat to Billy's chest and putting one hand on his arse, encouraging him to just rock back and forth. "Love feeling you... how hard you are inside me," he murmured, biting Dom's ear lightly. "You could just breathe on me and I'd come, but I want you to keep fucking me; I'm so turned on it makes my fucking bones vibrate, God, you're so good..."

"Bad for my ego you are, William," Dom said with a little groan as he pushed his hips back and forth. "Love hearing your voice, God, so much..." He bit his lip and arched his back, loving the feel of Billy around him.

"Not bad for your ego; good for it," Billy argued, running his hands up and down Dom's back as he rocked gently in counterpoint. "You should be praised every fucking hour of the day, Dommeh, you deserve it so much."

Dom blushed and looked down at Billy's chest, a pleased little smile forming on his face. "Thanks, love," he murmured, reaching for Billy's hand and squeezing it when he found it.

"Kiss me," Billy demanded quietly, reaching up to twist his fingers in the hair on one side of Dom's head, twining their tongues together unhurriedly when Dom leaned down to oblige him. He stroked Dom's palm gently with the thumb of his other hand and focused his energy on remaining calm and relaxed and not coming, which was what his whole body was pretty much begging him to do.

"You know it's all right," Dom whispered, kissing the side of Billy's face and then shifting his other hand to rest on the spot just below Billy's armpit. "Whatever you need, love."

"God," Billy shuddered. "I just... feel so... alive," he explained, not even sure what the fuck he was talking about as he looked straight into Dom's eyes, arched his back, and suddenly, unexpectedly came.

"So lovely," Dom murmured, stroking Billy's face with both of his hands and stilling his hips completely. "So lovely, you are, Bill, fucking Hell, I love you..."

"Oh God," Billy gasped again, shuddering hard and feeling Dom's cock even more acutely as he stilled, pushing himself onto it to feel the aftershocks and pressing his forehead to Dom's. "Love you too, so much."

"Good?" Dom asked, kissing the side of Billy's neck, rubbing his nose over the skin there.

"So good," Billy murmured, clinging a bit to Dom's back. "Keep going, love. Want you to feel it too."

"I don't...don't want it to be too intense for you, love. Are you sure? We can always do something later..."

"Mm, anything you want, lad," Billy mumbled, brushing his cheek against Dom's. "Want you to feel good."

"All right, duck," Dom said, smiling and withdrawing completely as Billy's eyes closed. He pulled the blanket round the two of them then brought Billy in closer for a cuddle, kissing the top of his head and brushing his damp hair away from his face. "How about April the fifteenth?"

"Huh?" Billy asked, sighing and smiling widely with his eyes still closed as he snuggled up close, Dom's cock warm and heavy against his thigh.

"April the fifteenth," Dom repeated, stroking Billy's hair with long fingers.

"Wait... the wedding?" Billy asked, opening his eyes with a soft smile, feeling like a child as Dom stroked his hair, but a very, very happy one. I'm getting married! he thought to himself as Dom nodded, and his smile got even wider. "Okay. Any particular reason?"

"No..." Dom said, raising his eyebrows. "It's in the spring...might be a bit warmer than in March. Fifteenth's just the middle of the month. What do you think?"

"Yeah," Billy agreed easily. "That works. Warm is good. Only a couple of months to plan. You okay with a couple of months?"

"We can get it done in a couple of months, love, don't fret." Dom smiled reassuringly and chucked Billy under the chin, kissing the tip of his nose at the same time.

"Oh okay," Billy replied, smiling to himself. "Good."

For a few minutes they just lay there, Billy's breathing getting deeper and more even, and then suddenly his eyes blinked open. "Wait. April the fifteenth, you said?" Dom nodded. "That's... wait, what year is it?"

"2006," Dom said slowly, as if Billy were just a wee bit stupid.

"Dom, that's... would be... my parents' fiftieth wedding anniversary," he said softly.

"Oh," Dom whispered, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening a little. "Is that...would that be..." Please say yes, Billy. Please please please say yes because that would be the mostincredible thing ever.

"Yes," Billy whispered, kissing Dom's bottom lip and pulling it slightly between his own. "That would be absolutely perfect."

Fic- A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Librairie (82/100)

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