Fic - Party Lights, Chapter 2 - Billy/Dom, NC17

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Party Lights, Chapter 2
Pairing - Billy/Dom
Rating - NC 17
Contents - a WIP, and a continuation from Chapter 1.
This is also a complete work of fiction - delicious ideas conceived solely for the purpose of speculation and  personal fantasy.  I've also determined there will need to be a Chapter 3.

In related issues, I had been working on this particular fic when I became quite ill last month.  To say it interrupted my thought process would be an understatement.  I've since been able to recover, and it's my hope the story will be able to as well.  I am admittedly rattled from the experience, and apologize in advance both for the errors it may contain as well as the long delay.  I will try to make improvements or corrections that may be needed as I find them.  

Chapter 1  http://carribbe.livejournal.com/51743.html


An unknown number of hours later Billy found himself partially awake but clinging to the edge of awareness as something warm and loving nudged at him through his dreams.  He sighed and struggled to get closer to whatever was so inviting until familiarity fully registered and he recognized Dom's slender form snuggled against his own.  The sweet warmth at his neck was the outline left behind from numerous tiny kisses of the kind Dom saved just for him, and Billy felt a sudden rush of unmistakeable excitement surging through him in recognition.  Instinctively he gathered him in his arms before the more immediate memories came rushing back, jolting him forward and into awareness. 

He remained nervous as he tried to gather his thoughts, paralyzed by a duality of uncertainty and guilt while he struggled to understand reality.  He wondered now if the kisses he felt so distinctly could have been some sort of dream, but all doubt was erased as another, soft and breathy, pressed itself to his overly sensitized skin.  Billy turned instinctively into that special touch, inhaling at the sharp edges of sensation wherever Dom's lips grazed his bare skin.  Billy took another deep breath and groaned lowly in his chest.  This night was yet destined to fulfill his greatest wishes or expose his deepest fears.  Moments like this had lived on only in his memories for at least a couple of years since he and Dom had stopped being this intimate when time, distance, and eventually other relationships had taken root in both their lives.  They had never openly discussed how or why they should end this aspect of their relationship, but they had both sensed it was the appropriate thing to do somewhat simultaneously, and the remainder of their friendship had continued without interruption.

Rushing rapidly to the forefront of his mind was Billy's self-admission that he loved his girlfriend; he really did, but he alone knew how much he still yearned for Dom.  Tonight had successfully blown the hinges right off that hidden and compartmentalized little corner of his mind where he kept all of his most dangerous thoughts and memories neatly folded and locked away.  They were now uncovered and fully exposed and would demand acknowledgement from both of them.  Although Billy understood he had left himself in full disclosure by virtue of having Dom with him tonight, turning back now was simply not an option, and God help him - he didn't want to. 

"Dom," he whispered hoarsely, relief flooding his mind and senses as he raked his fingers through the mass of blonde hair nestled against his shoulder. 

"Dommie," he struggled, his voice weak from sleep.  "I didn't mean"... was all he could manage before slightly trembling fingers pressed themselves to his lips, insisting upon silence and relieving him of further explanation.  They continued on, lightly tracing the outline of Billy's mouth before draping one thumb across his lips, not needing or wanting him to continue.  Billy implicitly understood as he compressed Dom's hand to his lips, kissing each finger separately before clutching it in his own. 

Rolling and tucking Dom in place just beneath him, he ghosted his lips lightly above Dom's for long moments before pushing ahead only with his words. 

"You need to listen to me," Billy whispered intensely, leaving the lightest of kisses behind as he spoke.  "You need to know..."

"She's gone," Dom volunteered between kisses.  "She's gone," he repeated, his voice shaky and barely audible. 

Billy paused then to listen, determined to set several things straight at all costs, but also willing to hear whatever Dom needed to say.  Billy could see the wounded pride hanging like a tattered veil in Dom's eyes, could hear the regret wrapped up in deep sadness expressed in only those few words.  Still Billy listened patiently, quickly analyzing Dom in every way in which he alone was most capable.  He could sense the truth in what Dom was saying, could at last begin to understand what had been motivating much of his most recent behavior.  In Billy's mind it didn't explain away everything, but those details could wait for another time.  Tonight would be about reclaiming the closeness they had left behind, everything that defined them, and all they had both been craving and could no longer live without.  Having beaten down the door to Dom's attention after such a dramatic climax of misunderstandings Billy was determined to find and recollect every missing piece of their relationship. 

Although the deep anger had predominantly resolved, Billy was left feeling unsettled and close to the edge, still itching for some sort of fight.  He had repressed so much for so longer - apparently they both had.  Now that Dom was here he would settle for nothing less than absolute honesty and a complete breakdown of barriers between them. 

With Dom so near and willing his own libido had begun to awaken, and two sets of hands had pushed and tugged impatiently at any remaining clothing.  When at last they were wore nothing at all, he thrilled to the silky smoothness of Dom's skin, ever wanting the feel of him pressed urgently against his own body, his soft but sturdy smoothness capable of pushing away everything else.  Billy's breathing hitched at both the sensation and the memories, and he clenched at him in a renewal of determination to keep him near and safe.  The trail of feathery kisses he cherished resumed their march down his neck, and he closed his eyes against the sensation, content he held all he most desired once again in his arms.  He opened them moments later to find Dom paused and watching him from mere millimeters away, and his heart lurched in his chest at the sight, their deep blue depths an open and willing portal to his very soul.  Billy had always understood why Dom liked to embellish them with shadow and pencil.  It underscored so well just who he was on so many levels, and one could learn almost anything about Dom simply by looking there first. 

Billy rubbed a thumb tenderly near the corner of one eye where hours old make up lay heavily smudged.  Be it the result of sweat, an uneasy sleep, or possibly even tears he did not know, but what Billy wanted most was to fix it for him, to restore it to something he knew Dom would prefer.  The simple action caused Dom to attempt a slight smile, an almost there sort of twinkle to sparkle from the far away depths of his eyes, a tiny and rarely seen dimple almost daring to show itself near the corner of his smile.  Billy smiled gratefully in return, overcome with concern but determined more than ever to hack his way through the debris that seemed to crowding and overwhelming Dom's life. 

"Don't ever push me away, Dommie," Billy whispered, stroking Dom's brow lightly with his thumb as he spoke.  Dom was nodding even before Billy could complete his sentence. 

"No, no," he agreed, searching for Billy's hand and squeezing it lightly.  "I won't any more, Bills.  I promise," he added softly. 

Billy held his gaze for several long moments before easing himself gently forward and kissing him properly.  It was the most sincere kind of touch, the type he has missed and yearned for the most, and Dom yielded easily, lowering himself slowly into Billy's arms.  He sank against his chest where their nipples brushed and their bodies could align in all of the ways Billy remembered.  The crest of his slender hips covered Billy's in exactly the right places, their navels met precisely as before, and their cocks rubbed eagerly together as arousal reawakened between them. 

It had always worked this way - Billy wanted to provide, maintain, and exert control, yet Dom could cause him to lose it all faster than anyone else ever had.  Billy's brain raged with excitement, his body recognizing the touch and feel of someone irreplaceable in his arms.  His nostrils filled with Dom's distinctive scent which caused him to clench his muscles reflexively, testing the reality of his grip and reacquainting himself with the differences between him and Ali's distinctly feminine curves.  He ran his hands across Dom's back and shoulders as much to calm himself as Dom, but knowing full well what he wanted.  He wanted to prepare both of them for what was inevitable, but in a rush of strength and determination he pushed Dom to one side in distinct indication that play time was over.  Dom recognized this moment, turning to his back, parting his legs and lilting his hips upward, encouraging Billy's cock to rub against his tender entrance.  

"So you need to feel something real, do you?" Billy almost hissed as he nudged against the sensitive opening.
 
Only then did Dom utter that elusive tiny sound from the back of his throat - the one he always made when he was wantonly ready and most vulnerable.  Billy had not heard him like this in far too long, and it made his spine tingle as he struggled to steady himself.  Dom was this blatantly willing and submissive only to him.  No one else knew him in the same way - no one else could break him like this.

"Billy," Dom whispered.  "Billy, please," he pleaded.  "I'm sorry 'bout everything I've fucked up," he whispered desperately, trying to arch his hips off the bed and tug on Billy's arms at the same time in an effort to hurry him.  "Please," he continued, becoming predictably less articulate as he struggled with his emotions.  "Please..."

No longer willing to wait Billy urged Dom's legs higher, locked his elbows, and forced himself partially inside in a determination to reach him in the one way he could not misunderstand.  Dom gasped as Billy entered him, but he held himself steady and insistent as he began to pant lightly, scrambling for some sense of control while the initial discomfort peaked before it could slowly begin to ease.  Billy knew they didn't have enough lubrication, and he knew he shouldn't push Dom so hard, but they had done this before, and Billy was counting on Dom's ability at accommodation to absorb the differences.  He also knew he was demanding a lot, but Billy was not without compassion or empathy.  He intended for Dom to remember the burn of his presence long after he was gone.  He wanted him to retain the sharp reality of his love and loyalty in the only way he was least likely to forget or misunderstand. 

Dom clenched his fingers together in frustration and slammed one fist into the rumpled bedding.  He scrunched his eyes tightly together and dug his shoulders into the mattress as he fought with himself to relax his hips.  He understood what Billy was doing, and his heart fluttered in his chest with the realization that even after all that had happened Billy still wanted him this much. 

"Easy, baby," Billy soothed.  "Relax, now," he coached softly.

Dom nearly sobbed as the depth of the endearment reached him, his body simultaneously letting go of too much long sustained hurt and frustration. 

"Billy, 'm sorry, but it's been awhile, ya?"

"Sshh," Billy continued, slowing the flex of his own hips and forcing himself to remain momentarily still.  "Easy, now," he heard himself repeat softly.  "You're alright," he whispered again.

Billy listened to himself with some astonishment.  He had to admit his own dichotomy in this situation was rather profound.  Here he was using Dom's body like he owned him or somehow had the right to inflict potentially severe discomfort while simultaneously wanting to comfort him.  Perhaps it was they had both now traveled full circle and had at last arrived at their own inevitable truth together.  Perhaps also Dom had finally succeeded in driving them both completely nuts. 

Dom began to tremble slightly bringing Billy back to his senses and causing him to consider withdrawal. 

"No," Dom insisted, wiggling his arse slightly and willing him to continue.  "No, Billy," he repeated, just as they both sensed something change and Billy eased fully inside of him. 

The release in sensation startled both of them, and when they opened their eyes they were looking at one another a mere eyelash breadth apart and fully joined together once again.  Dom tried to remain calm but was still trembling, overcome with effort and emotion as he waited for Billy's lead.  He was content with the sting of Billy's girth now deep inside of him, thriving from the love the man could convey to him, and newly alive with hope and long lost happiness. 

"Hey," Dom managed to whisper, tightening himself internally and stroking Billy's length in a way he had perfected years before. 

Billy tensed at the sudden pleasure, the smile that followed his own betrayal and causing him to rock his hips gently in response.  Although it had been his full intent to capture Dom's attention, Dom always had some way of regaining control from him. 

"Dommie," Billy managed moments later, " 's just so good," he added, closing his eyes and working himself deeper. 

Dominic began to grin slowly at first, his pride resurrecting itself and sneaking timidly back into focus.  He may have been a total fuck up in too many ways recently, but in this one element he knew he was a star.  Unable to resist the sensation Billy began to move gently within him, the silky warmth of Dom's body taking him deeper with each urgent push and stroke.  He never fully understood why this was how things always unfolded, why joining in this way seemed to be all that could calm the emotional waves between them.  It had been their own repetitive story time after time, and trying to break the pattern had yielded only intense grief for both of them. 

The minutes had dissolved into time he could not measure as Billy's efforts become more desperate and less controlled.  Dominic yielded to his insistence, allowing the penetration to recapture him in all the ways he needed most, to take him where love he knew and trusted could surround and protect him once again.  He was sweating heavily in the humid air, his hair matted to his forehead and curled tightly behind his ears.  Billy's whiskers rubbed at his jawline, his hips rotating rhythmically as Dom coaxed him internally onward.  He was further reminded of Billy's stamina as he stilled himself before gathering his weight on his arms and allowing himself to gentle the grind of his hips against Dom's arse.  He then began a slow and careful withdrawal, the length of him teasing and delicate where he grazed past his most sensitive places.  Dom heard himself moan softly as he yielded control back to Billy, arching his back and surrendering to anything that felt this good.  Billy allowed him to linger there only momentarily before pulling back and re-entering him sharply, stopping only when his hips slapped against Dom's arse and prevented him from going any deeper. 

Dom gasped in astonishment as Billy's length pounded his emotions and demanded to be understood, his eyes flying open as he sought Billy's face for reassurance.  Billy saw and understood Dom's need even as he withdrew only slightly before re-entering him forcefully, necessitating him to yield to the intimacy.  Dom closed his eyes against emotion almost too raw to bear and succumbed, allowing much needed relief to flow through him as it washed away everything else.  He lay safely cradled between Billy and the downy bedding where it soothed and supported him as their bodies moved together in a long denied need.  When his leg muscles began to ache he draped them over Billy's hips and back now slick with the sweat of his effort.  He cradled the back of Billy's neck with one hand when he recognized how close Billy was approaching release.  He was quickly losing control of his rhythm as Dom stroked him internally, the sensation causing his cock to continue to swell and draw him ever nearer to his own climax. 

Billy smiled to himself thankfully, amazed at Dom's precise perception,  and marveling yet again in the acknowledgement that Dom had indeed turned the tables.  He knew by the gentle stroke at the nape of his neck, the nuzzle of whiskers at his cheek, and his otherwise total submission as Billy penetrated him repeatedly.  Dom was strong and fully capable of pushing almost anyone away should he want to, but he had always allowed Billy everything before complications and distance had worked in tandem to separate them. 

"Come on, Billy," Dom whispered softly in one ear.  "Come on - for me," he added, kissing him and dragging his tongue lightly across the top of Billy's ear. 

Billy's arm muscles rippled in response as he climbed Dom's frame with renewed intensity, pounding into him with an intensity few lovers could take.  Dom secretly adored the sort of power he knew lived just beneath the surface of Billy's compact frame.  He had previously devoted large blocks of time in New Zealand to perfecting his personal methods at placing himself on the receiving end in any way possible.  The journey was always interesting, and sex with Billy was the best he'd ever known, but he had not anticipated falling in love with him as well along the way.  By the time he recognized his predicament the films were almost complete and they were all beginning to disperse back into their separate existences.  He had not known how to go on without him after that, but he had tried to do so anyway because he thought Billy wanted him to.  He also had not anticipated the size of the hole he had left behind in Billy's heart.  Tonight's realization of that alone would provide enough emotional sustenance to heal the wounds of lesser relationships, and he sent up a personal prayer of thanks to any and all deities listening giving thanks for this precious piece of knowledge.  

Billy paused and tensed before pushing himself harder into Dom, plunging and withdrawing in a repetitive cycle of strength and endurance.  He craved escape from his pent up anger and frustration, and he welcomed his need for Dom by allowing the waves of his climax to carry him into relief.  Had Billy not been drowning in his own sensations he would have noticed Dom writhing similarly beneath him.  As he collapsed in exhaustion he felt Dom do the same, their bodies spent in a collective heap and drained of their previous energy.  

Dom remained quiet for several long moments, his chest heaving with the effort to breath.  Billy lay on top of him, his added weight making it difficult to expand his chest, but he knew Billy would be unable to move right away.  He could feel his heart pounding against his own chest, his arms still quivering under a heavy sheen of sweat that now coated both of them.  He felt Billy's cock soften inside of him, and he shifted his hips slightly to make them both more comfortable while Billy continued to recover.  He stroked Billy's arms to reassure him he still remembered what he would need in their aftermath and listened to the sound of his breathing.  His mind returned to that long ago time in New Zealand when Billy slept next to him night after night exhausted and spent from long hours of too much alcohol and amazing sex.  Somewhere along the way the sex had turned insidiously into something much deeper than anything they could touch physically, and for Dom there had been no going back once he had started to tumble down that slippery slope.  Hopelessly caught and entangled in Billy's spell he had tried nonetheless after filming had ended to somehow exist without Billy beside him day and night. Ultimately, the greatest disillusionment was not that he had fallen in love with him, but that he actually thought he had been successful in reorganizing his life without him.  It was only in hindsight and after too much had gone wrong did he realize it was he who had been fooled most of all.

Chapter 3 http://carribbe.livejournal.com/84706.html#cutid1  ;

Comments

[rubyelf.livejournal.com]

Ahhh... *brain melts*

Fantastic... I love this. So glad you posted it! Something to smile about today! Beautifully written!

[carribbe.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm so glad you liked it, but I don't want your brain to melt.

You need it - and so do lots of other people.

Thank you for your kind words. They're appreciated.

[piratesorka.livejournal.com]

MMmm. lovely. There is the touch of something bittersweet in this one while at the same time being very hot!

thank you

[carribbe.livejournal.com]

Thank you as well.

They are unable to not be hot together - bless their little hearts.

It's their destiny. :)