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fellowshippers2011-02-14 11:46 am
Fic - Reprieve, Chapter 2 - Dom/Billy
Pairing – Dom/Billy
Rating – R
Contains – explicit adult content and language
Disclaimer – this is complete fiction. (But I think it’s wonderfully possible.)
“Now,” Dom whispered, holding Billy more securely as the hot, steamy water tumbled and rolled off their shoulders, pelting downward toward the sturdy tile floor. “Forget everything else now,” he added in a voice grown low and husky as he gingerly drew Billy close. “It’s only you and me tonight.”
Deciding against additional elaboration he kissed the end of Billy’s nose lightly for emphasis and smiled once again amused at the look of heavy concentration still etched across Billy’s face. Dom had successfully removed their clothing between kisses without losing contact with Billy’s body, and locating the elusive shower door with only one hand, he had moved them easily together to stand beneath the softly pelting spray. Billy continued to study Dom closely, seemingly focused on rememorizing some new or additional personal detail. Eventually he smiled shyly in return, and seemingly able to envision at last what he wanted, he sighed raggedly and reached impulsively for Dom like a small child asking to be held. Succumbing to his friend’s eternal tenderness, he closed his eyes in blessed relief, melding further into his awaiting touch, their wet skin gliding comfortably together.
Moments stretched into minutes as belly buttons aligned, erections met almost shyly, nudging and bumping gently together as Dom carefully increased his grip on a wet, slippery Billy. Cupping softly rounded buttocks, Dom was irretrievably drawn to chase the raw, exquisite friction growing steadily between them. With only a smattering of guilt he reminded himself to maintain control as he allowed himself to grind gently against Billy’s soapy, fuzzy tummy. Hissing softly at the sweet, remembered sensation, hips rolling slightly of their own accord, he pushed Billy carefully backward into the cool shower wall. Trapping him there he continued to caress Billy’s lips with his own while he chose his next words carefully.
“You know I’ll do anything for you, Billy,” he whispered, nuzzling his lean, familiar body with his own. “Anything,” he repeated evenly, alternately squeezing Billy’s soft, bare buttocks with both hands. “I’ve never stopped wanting you,” he began, "still do so fucking much. I want…”
“Yes,” Billy interrupted before Dom could continue. “Yes!” he repeated in a forceful, hoarse whisper, grabbing Dom’s face with wet hands and forcing him to look at him directly. “Dom, I’m here because I couldn’t be without you any longer! I know a whole lot of things are probably my fault, but I’m saying I can’t take it anymore either,” he repeated. “Not anymore." Dom froze, swallowing hard as they stood staring at one another, thoughts and feelings laid open, all cards on the table at last. “I can’t leave again without taking you with me,” Billy continued hurriedly, plunging ahead. “I don’t fucking know how, but I’m here to figure it out.”
Immeasurably relieved to hear Billy’s confessions, Dom continued to say nothing immediately. He held Billy’s eyes steadily, hoping that everything he was feeling and wanting he would somehow find visible there. After all, Dom speculated to himself, it was what he was fucking paid to do, wasn’t it? Yet here he was betting his heart on this singular moment of hope that his own best abilities would allow him to uncover every bundled up emotion he’d carefully kept hidden or tucked tightly away. There couldn’t be a retake, so to speak, so he had better get this one right.
Previous history aside, tonight was not just about the fun they’d had together or all that had been laid at their feet in New Zealand in those early, giddy days when they had been caught up in the whirlwind of making and promoting Rings. Choices could no longer be dismissed as silly, wild, spontaneous debauchery, or the almost inevitable fallout from the heady, jet setting lifestyle they had neither one been accustomed to in those days. It could no longer be surmised as a simple case of one who had been an older, more experienced lover enticing someone younger and significantly more naïve, and leading him willingly astray. This was now about the deeper bonds they had formed with each other along the way, unbreakable to date despite years of attempts on both sides of the ocean. They had accidentally fallen in love with each other, and now it seemed they would both have to face it in all aspects.
Billy could see no remaining challenge in Dom’s eyes, no lingering, heavy hint of sarcasm or brazen ‘what if’ scenarios. Emotionally undone and tired of trying to fill the void Billy’s absence had left in his life, he was ready to commit to whatever would be forthcoming. He understood now that Billy had been suffering too, and as long as Billy was willing, he was solidly determined to keep him this time around.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” Dom repeated, his eyes wide as saucers in the low, bathroom light.
Billy softened dramatically in the realization that Dom had apparently become almost as fragile as himself while they had been apart, each struggling with their own burdens and decisions. Now that they were on the same sheet of music, he knew he couldn’t chance hurting him further by withdrawing in any way. Dom always wore his emotions quite externally, and as a result he had thrived in the seductive, bare intimacy that he and Billy could spark between them. Dom was also quite simply fucking fantastic in bed, and for Billy the dual combination was pure and intoxicating.
“I’m here to claim that bit of badass you promised me,” Billy said calmly. “And besides, I thought you liked to get me drunk before you ravished me,” he continued quite seriously.
“Oh I do, Cupcake,” Dom replied without hesitation, pushing a few errant strands of wet hair away from Billy’s eyes, “but I say you’ve had enough already, and I have plans for your sexy, drunken self tonight,” he added, kissing him slowly and gently before continuing. “I want you to be limber, but I need you to be responsive, too.” Dom snickered openly at Billy’s puzzled expression as he watched him consider and digest the information before adding, “but I think you just might have to sleep first anyway, Billy. You’re fucking exhausted, mate.”
Billy didn’t argue. His eyelids were heavy, and the warm, loving atmosphere was making it difficult for him to fight back. “So, wanna feel exceptionally better before going to sleep?” Dom offered casually. Waiting patiently, he watched Billy’s eyes open and narrow in concentration. “Hum?” Dom teased seductively, hugging him closer and rolling his hips suggestively against him.
Billy smiled broadly, unable to resist temptation. “Of course I do,” he replied easily. “But you’re right, Dom. I’m fading fast. It’s fucking embarrassing actually.”
“Well, just relax then,” Dom coaxed, “and let me touch you.” He laughed gently at Billy’s slight blush, but obligingly paused and rubbed his tired shoulders, acknowledging his fatigue but encouraging him to comply. “Come ‘ere then,” he finished, pulling Billy into his arms to hold him. With a gentle nudge he worked one knee between Billy’s legs, raising his leg with his own and encouraging him to allow it to rest across his thigh. Resting his own foot on the edge of the tub, Billy’s leg cradled comfortably on top of his, Dom slowly began to explore Billy’s soapy, wet skin with eager, tender hands. Remembering the shapely, narrow hips where they curved gently into his pelvis, Dom sought to touch and caress all of Billy’s most private places, reacquainting and reawakening to each other. Billy gasped suddenly and moaned lowly in his chest, clutching Dom tightly for balance, and closing his eyes against the exquisite sensation of Dom’s hands, he leaned heavily against the shower wall as Dom continued his gentle fondling. The pleasantly scented shower gel had made dozens of bubbles that rolled and tumbled between them, soaping their skin and accentuating the sensations. Gently Dom reached to explore the soft, tender skin surrounding Billy’s testicles. Wanting more, he worked carefully backward to encircle his entrance with one long, determined, middle finger. Probing carefully, he pushed gently further inside, moaning outwardly himself at the deep, gratifying, and intimate connection.
“Dommie,” Billy managed, his effort to breathe rapid and shallow at the brilliant sensation. “Oh, God,” he whispered, pushing back against the intrusion and wiggling slightly to impale himself further.
“Shhhh,” Dom encouraged softly. “Just let it happen. Let me in, please.”
Licking his lips Billy concentrated on relaxing as instructed, keen to the sensation of Dom entering inside of him, claiming him for himself once again. “Yes,” Billy hissed softly, sighing as he pushed gently against him. “Dommie?” he repeated unsurely.
“I’m here,” Dom soothed. “I’m right here. Just let yourself feel and let go, ok?” he continued, squeezing his bicep lightly in quick encouragement.
Conceding that he had somehow been ravished almost without recognizing it beforehand, Billy closed his eyes and allowed himself to focus on the new, warm, and pleasant burning sensation inside his arse.
“How the hell did you do that?” Billy asked anyway. “I just fucking got here.”
"It wasn't difficult, Billy. I watched you drink more than I knew you could possibly handle, and I knew you were mine,” Dom replied earnestly. “Besides, it’s not the first time, Bills. You’re a bit of a slut if the conditions are right,” he suggested.
“Yeah,” Billy conceded again. “Guess I am,” he whispered in defeat, "but I always was with you anyway, wasn’t I?”
Opening his eyes he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Dom’s neck and pushing gently back as Dom moved a careful digit slowly in and out of him. “God, that feels good,” he reiterated, “but I won’t last too long if you keep doing that I’m afraid.”
“I don’t want you to last, Billy,” Dom replied, his own breath becoming raspy and shallow. “I want you to come undone for me, and then I want you to sleep for as long as you need to. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” he explained, laying light kisses along Billy’s neck and shoulder. “You need to sleep because I’m going to ravish the bloody hell out of you later.”
Billy exhaled heavily, resigned but happy, and began to push more determinedly against Dom. Finding his most tender spot, Dom began to probe and rub repeatedly in concentric motion as Billy responded to each knowing, keen, and delicate touch. Escalating desperately, Billy reached for his own cock with a shaky hand as Dom wrapped his hand firmly over Billy’s, encouraging him to continue.
Billy tried perilously to focus on the things that he wanted to remember, from the softness of Dom’s skin against his own to the intense blue of his eyes; from the dusky brown hue of Dom’s nipples when he was aroused to his longer blonde hair where it curled and clung to the nape of his neck; the delicate silver necklace he’d had no time to remove. The gentle, internal stroking was becoming too much to sustain, and almost without warning, unable to control himself any longer, Billy began to nearly sob as the exquisite, bright feeling he sought remained sitting just out of reach.
“Help me, Dommie,” he whispered desperately. “Please, please,” he pleaded.
“You’re ok, Billy,” Dom quietly reassured him. “You’re ok. Come on, come on now.” Working his hand securely around Billy’s he pulled and tugged rapidly with him on his hard, swollen cock while pushing gently and mercilessly on the button of sensitive nerves near his prostate. Gasping harshly and pulling rapidly on himself, he wiggled desperately against Dom’s perfectly placed finger to capture the rocket of sensation he was craving. Feeling the waves building he moaned in grateful relief, and managed to open his eyes momentarily to find Dom watching him intently, waiting patiently for him to peak and release. Catching his look Dom smiled knowingly in return, and Billy’s climax arrived in a tidal wave of overwhelming sensation, making him cry out in relief, sobbing and thankful as the waves lengthened and crashed inside of him. Milky white semen arced onto Dom’s stomach between them, leaving a swirling, warm pattern near his navel. Looking down Dom smiled but kept one hand wrapped firmly around Billy’s exploding cock and the other strategically inside of him until he could be sure the pleasure ride was over. When Billy all but collapsed in his arms he moved both hands carefully, pulling gently from his body, and wrapping himself tenderly around him.
“There,” he cooed softly in one ear. “Much, much better, but we made a wee mess,” he snickered conspiratorially.
Dom continued holding Billy tightly, allowing him to float down from his orgasm, unable to talk, breathing raggedly and still shaking lightly. Billy rested quietly in his arms, content to be held and protected before needing to find his brain cells again. Squeezing Billy in tender reassurance Dom kissed him again on an accessible earlobe before adding, “I love you, mate,” he whispered. “I always will.”
Feeling Billy attempting to move he glanced down to see him raise his right arm weakly, fist tightly clenched, his right thumb protruding determinedly upright.
“Love you, too,” he managed with hushed, whispered effort, “so much, Dommie.”
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