Fic - Morning - Billy/Dom

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Author - Carribbe
Pairing - Billy/Dom
Rating - R
Disclaimer - Intended to be a fictional work in progress - key word is fiction.
Contains - Sexual situations, language.
Summary - 'first time' possibility with a slightly sneaky and mildly predatory Dominic (bless him) - and one possible glimpse of them waking up together after first time sex.

Dominic frowned, brows knitting gently together as he struggled to awaken in the early, gray light. Mildly irritated, he took a deep breath and swatted at an offending tuft of his own hair as it tickled and teased at the corner of one sleepy eye. Comfortable again he lay quietly and tried to concentrate. He wasn’t exactly sure where he was, but he was counting on insight arriving soon.

He remembered playing pool – the pints had been flowing and he’d been having a great run with his cue all evening. People had gathered at a local pub after work, glad for the reprieve, and were looking forward to the weekend away from early call and hours sitting in makeup.  He remembered now, too, something about losing his keys.  He was struggling to remember more when the irksome tickling returned to the end of his nose. With a half flung swat to his brow he tried to conquer the hair monster, but felt instead the hand of another wrapping gently around his wrist to still him.  Startled, his eyes flew open to find Billy leaning gently over him, smiling deeply, waiting patiently for him to open his eyes.

“Hi," Billy said softly, his Scottish brogue thick with amusement.  Blinking repeatedly for several moments Dom managed to find his own voice, and grinning sheepishly, he replied simply, "hi."

Billy then studied him intently for several moments, pondering Dom’s sleepy blue eyes before continuing.  “You’re fun to watch while you sleep," he said eventually, as his own eyes crinkled deeply at the corners, lips inches away. “You wrinkle your nose a lot," Billy added in a near whisper. “It’s amusing."

Fully awake now Dom’s pulse quickened as all of last evening’s memories rushed to the surface of his brain at once. He could remember falling into bed giddy with alcohol and burning with desire, pulling Billy in with him and begging him to stay.  He remembered, too, Billy’s mildly apprehensive look as Dom tugged at his clothes, struggling to remove them.  “Please, Bill," he had whispered repeatedly. “Please let me, I just want you so much."

Billy had consumed his usual, generous share of alcohol last evening, too, but he was much more sober than Dom by the time he had driven them home, planning only to help him find his bed. Mission accomplished, he had tolerated Dom pawing him shamelessly, struggling with an assortment of obstacles such as buttons, a leather belt, and eventually a very well made nylon zipper.  He knew Dom was slightly drunk, but he also knew there had always existed a certain raw longing between them. He had hoped they would consummate it someday, but he had wanted the time and circumstances to be right.  Watching Dom as he struggled with the troublesome pieces of clothing Billy recognized his frustration and need, and determining that Dom wasn’t actually too drunk to know what he was doing, he also didn’t try to stop him.

Dom had paused breathlessly with each new discovery to touch and explore the color, contour, and taste of Billy’s skin. The deeply defined muscles of Billy’s chest and arms had proven to be especially inviting, the curve of his biceps bunching and flexing gently as he drew him closer.  Billy’s intense physical strength lay inversely comparative to his soft, masculine skin, a deadly, delectable combination too compelling to ignore. Nipples, now pink and alert from Dom’s tongue, lay ravaged in the pathway of exploration, the tiny, swirly hairs of Billy’s chest and tummy nuzzled gently flat.

Abandoning all pretenses Billy had suddenly succumbed to mutual intent and finished removing Dom’s jeans in one singular, rough, one-fisted yank. Tossing them angrily aside he pushed Dom to his back in the rumpled bedding and rolled firmly on top of him. Pinning his arms swiftly and easily above him against the wooden headboard, he stilled his movements and met Dom's eyes as they widened in surprise, allowing Dom a moment to understand.  He smiled slightly despite himself at Dom’s mildly alarmed expression before continuing.  “Be very careful what you ask for, Dominic,"  he whispered low and conspiratorially, his brogue thick and sexy, “or you might find yourself truly getting it. You see, you don't know what’s been going on in my head for awhile now," he cautioned, "but as long as you've insisted, I may just have to show you."

Emotionally undone Dom had succumbed to Billy’s words and touch. He cried out softly as Billy loosened his grip on his wrists to take him fully in his arms. Sighing gratefully with relief he encircled Billy’s neck tightly with both arms. Realizing then Dom’s true vulnerability as he lay clinging to him, Billy continued to hold him, speaking softly in one ear, trying to gentle him.  “Easy now," he implored. "Easy," he repeated more gently. “I’m staying," he added quietly, squeezing him and placing a kiss below a nearby earlobe.  “Shhh now,"  he repeated, rocking tenderly against him.  This is going to be alright."

"Yeah," Dom responded, barely audible, releasing breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and snuggling impossibly closer.  "Yeah, Billy," he repeated, as much an attempt at calming himself as Billy before continuing.  "Show me," he invited lowly.  "Show me what's been going on in that dirty, Scottish head of yours then," he implored huskily, sneaking his hand under Billy's scrotal sac and delivering a gentle, careful squeeze. "I want to know everything."  Billy gasped in mild surprise, his elbows buckling slightly as Dom's long, inquisitive fingers continued to cup and explore the baby soft skin of his scrotum and that exquisite spot just behind it.  He melted deeper into his touch, pushing and nudging gently as the brilliant sensation spread and sparkled through his groin. 

"Christ, Dommie," he managed with coarse, ragged breath.  "You'll be the absolute death of me yet."

Billy opened his eyes to find Dom watching him intently from a few inches away.  He said nothing further, but smiled slowly and warmly as he continued to rub and smooth Billy's sensitive skin between his fingers.  Billy closed his eyes again as Dom's exquisite touch continued, and didn't resist as Dom guided him gently aside and onto his back in the cool bedding.  Relaxing into the comfort of the flannel sheets Billy let his knees fall easily apart allowing Dom access to all of him.  Having totally acquiesced to temptation he saw no reason to hold anything back, yet from somewhere within his own head a sharp and snarky voice reprimanded him with too much information.

"Well," it insisted without asking. "You're good and truly gone for the boy, aren't ye now?"  Billy exhaled deeply as he savored Dom's continuing touch to his nether regions. 
Shut the fuck up," he told himself impatiently.  "I'll deal with you when I'm ready."

Satisfied for the moment with the extent of his argument with himself,  he opened his eyes to see Dom crawling lowly over him before settling comfortably again skin to skin.  Slipping his hands beneath Billy's armpits and encircling his shoulders, he slowly lowered his forehead to meet Billy's, searching his eyes intently for several long moments.  Billy looked back patiently and waited, allowing Dom the time he seemed to be asking for before delivering himself fully into whatever this intimate exchange was destined to be.  He recognized the masculine maneuver to turn the tables and determine the next step, and although he wasn't entirely sure how to respond, he would let Dom help him with that.

The level of desire unmistakable, mutual erections bumping and rubbing together as they juggled gently for the best position against one another, Dom began circling his hips with a mild pressure against him, the intimate grind fueled by a lusty, patient need.  In that singular moment Billy realized it just could be that he had underestimated Dominic, as this was the touch of one not unused to tenderly meeting a new lover, and Billy found himself feeling ironically deflowered by the process.  Despite himself he blushed profusely in the semi-darkness, realizing he had been not only well courted but very skillfully seduced.

"Well done, Dommie,"  he acknowledged to himself, dimples denting his cheeks in tandem as he smiled to himself.  "So be it then.  It would seem there's a lot about Dominic I need to learn,"  he continued to himself, as Dom began to nuzzle and nibble at his jaw line, swiping a trail of warm, wet kisses down his neck on the way to his collar bone.

Dominic seemed to have the softest skin of anyone he'd ever known, and Billy reached for him eagerly, pulling him ever closer, his hands resting contentedly on each rounded, silky curve of Dom's arse. The lusty smell of his skin lay warm and musky in Billy's nostrils, his bare presence a strong and sexy combination of faint smudgy traces of coal eyeliner, cologne, hormones, and masculine perspiration.

"Oh fuck, Dommie,"  he whispered, running his hands up Dom's back and and encircling his broad, sturdy shoulders as Dom continued to grind gently against him.

A pleasant burning sensation was building low in his groin as Dom continued to push, stirring Billy's nerve endings and finding more of the same brilliant feeling with each careful twist of his hips. "You win after all," Billy whispered suddenly in complete resignation, Dom grinning smugly against one ear, his sneaky tongue fluttering along the shell before delving timidly inside.  "I don't fucking care what happens in the morning."

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