fellowshippers | Fic - Final Surrender

Final Surrender
Pairing - Dom/Billy
Rating - NC 17
Content - first time hurt/comfort scenario between Dom & Billy set during filming of LOTR.
Disclaimer - this is a complete work of fiction and an overly zealous fan 'girl' imagination. It is also a lot of sheer and ridiculous fun.

"He's what?" Billy asked, as he finished lacing one shoe.

"I said, he's in the medical tent!" Elijah repeated. "Sala just picked him up and ran with him there!"

Billy continued to stare at Elijah a few moments longer before true understanding penetrated his brain and he bolted from his chair for the trailer door, Elijah at his heels, and they began racing together across the grassy field and toward the nearby medical tent.

Billy broke through the partially open tent flap and skidded to a stop as he worked to absorb the scene in front of him. Dom was lying supine on an exam table, a non-rebreather mask clamped tightly over his nose and chin, a high level of oxygen flowing through the tubing. A rather anxious looking EMT stood on one side of the table, the doctor on the other, and both were studying him intently. Dom's chest was heaving, his breathing hard and labored, but he was lying otherwise completely still, large circles of perspiration growing beneath his arms and across his chest as he struggled with obvious effort just to breathe. Billy continued to watch, horrified, but remained rooted to the spot, a growing sense of panic arising in his own chest and lodging itself at the back of his throat. He knew better than to interfere, but he also needed to know what had happened.

Slight movement to his right caught his eye, and Billy turned to see Sala standing only a short distance away. He was twisting a beanie anxiously in his hands as he continued to watch, unaware that Billy and Elijah had also arrived.

"Sala!" Billy whispered.

The large man started at his name, but turned to meet Billy's eyes, fear and concern for Dom apparent on his face. Billy walked quickly to him and gave his arm a squeeze, encouraging him to talk.

"Sala, what the hell happened?" Billy asked, his eyes returning to Dom.

"He just started having trouble, Billy," Sala blurted out anxiously. "I thought he seemed a little off earlier today - way too quiet for Dom. I noticed him when I was in the catering tent - he'd been trying to get a cup of tea or something. The next thing I knew he was coughing and wheezing, and he had to sit down. Then he started clenching his fists and grabbing at his chest - he just couldn't seem to breathe all of a sudden. I didn't know what else to do, so I just picked him up and ran over here with him. I hope I didn't take too long - hope it was the right thing to do."

"Oh, I'm sure it was, Sala," Billy replied. "I'm sure it was - you did the right thing. Don't worry," he added, patting his arm.

Billy quickly returned his full attention to Dom. He could see that his respiratory rate remained rapid, but Dom had opened his eyes and had begun searching around the room at the sound of other voices. Finding Billy the two of them locked eyes, Dom holding his gaze from behind the gently hissing mask before closing them again and allowing the oxygen to help him. The doctor had followed his line of vision to see Billy standing there, and when he nodded at him with what Billy interpreted to be approval, he approached the exam table tentatively.

"It's ok, Billy, come on over," Evan offered. "He's alright now, just feeling the effects of the medication."

Evan was the physician available to treat people during shooting. For insurance purposes Peter and Fran had quickly determined it was best to have him immediately available on the set when they were doing so much action and stunt work, particularly in some of the more remote locations. It had been fortuitous on several occasions to have him immediately accessible, and tonight he had been instrumental in being able to take care of Dom at such a critical moment. A potentially severe situation was thereby prevented from deteriorating, effectively saving Dom from a far worse set of circumstances.

Billy's eyes darted across Dom's frame as he tried to assess what had gone wrong. He noted him shaking visibly, his hair matted to his forehead, his brows tucked slightly together, his arm and leg muscles flexing in small restless movements as he concentrated on each breath.

"What's happened, Evan?" Billy began. "I was with him less than an hour ago."

The doctor nodded in understanding before explaining further. "He's allergic to something. I don't know exactly what it is, and neither does he, but he's apparently come into contact with an allergen out here in the countryside that he's had a severe reaction to. It could be the horses, but it could be some of the weeds and grasses out here, too. Without extensive testing there's just no way to know for sure, but unless this happens again, we don't necessarily need to know. We can treat his reaction for now without having an exact identity. He will need to be careful though, and I can give him something called a medipen to carry with him in case this happens again when he's alone. For right now the best plan is that he not be alone for awhile. As long as he's stable, and currently I think he is, I don't need to take him into town to the hospital. I just need to watch him for another hour or so. He's still a little rattled, 'cause he couldn't breathe for a couple of minutes there. His airways had started to clamp down pretty hard."

Dom had opened his eyes and had begun to stir once again just as Billy grabbed for his hand and squeezed it firmly enabling him know he was still there while he and Evan continued to talk. Dom could hear them but found it hard to concentrate on exactly what was being said. He interlaced his fingers with Billy's, squeezed his hand in return, and tried to relax himself, but it was all proving to not be instantaneous. The last few minutes had indeed kicked his arse, and he continued to tremble from the magical effects of epinephrine as it rushed through his bloodstream, calming his air hunger and reversing the tightness of his sorely abused airways. He moaned softly as the effort became slowly easier, the heaviness in his chest beginning to lift, and the overwhelming fear also losing it's grip on the corners of his mind, all to be replaced with a sense of lightheadedness. He closed his eyes again against the fuzzy sensation, noting with immense relief that he was able to take a full and deep breath that filled his chest to capacity before he needed to let it all flow from his lungs once again. He felt like crying, this feeling of being able to breathe without difficulty was such an overwhelming relief.

Billy glanced between Dom and Evan as the doctor continued to explain what had happened, with the emphasis on the fact that things were reversing well now. Billy felt himself begin to decompress as he realized the doctor was saying Dom would be alright, but he still remained greatly worried. Everyone knew that Dom had numerous allergies, all sprinkled with an occasional sinus problem that often left him congested and not feeling his best. He had never had such a violent reaction before, at least that Billy was aware of, and suddenly all of the careless teasing about his intermittently watery and reddened eyes just from wearing his costume cape seemed embarrassing and quite immature. He'd had no idea that someone could react in this way to something that simply existed in the environment, and he vowed to be more aware of when or how Dom might actually be in danger. This was obviously a potentially serious medical condition, and it had frightened not only Dom but everyone else around him.

"So now we just watch him?" Billy asked, uncertainty apparent in his voice.

"Yes," Evan said. "He's had a lot of epinephrine, and that will keep him protected for quite awhile. In a minute we'll start decreasing the liters of oxygen he's using, and I want to order a breathing treatment for him that we can do right here. In an hour or two, as long as he feels up to it, we'll let him go home for the night. Some oral medication will help keep things calmed down, and then he'll just have to wait and see if he feels something affecting him this significantly again. If so, there are other things that need to be followed up on. It's smart if he's not alone tonight in particular, and probably as long as we're on this location. I'll talk to Peter and Fran about that, but I think whatever it is that affected him might be floating in the air around here."

"He can stay with me," Billy blurted out. "I mean, we have the same scenes and basic schedule. It just makes sense."

Evan smiled and nodded in agreement before turning back to analyze his patient. He found Dom looking at both of them now from behind the oxygen mask, eyes wide and rather glassy, but looking much more alert.

"Well, what do you think, Dom? Is it easier for you to breathe?"

Dom nodded affirmatively, his eyes traveling to Billy and then back to Evan as though wondering what might be next. He had retained his grip on Billy's hand, still shaking as the drugs continued coursing through his veins, but they had done their job effectively, and he was now breathing without any undue effort or difficulty. Swallowing hard, his voice hoarse, he managed to say, "Thanks, Evan - thought I was dying for a moment there."

Billy's hand tightened within Dom's grip, and he caressed him with his thumb in an attempt to convey some modicum of reassurance. Evan reached for the flow meter and dialed the air down one liter, then looked at Dom to explain further.

"Ok, if you're feeling that much better, let's start weaning you off the oxygen. I've turned it down - try this for a few minutes, and as long as you're doing ok we'll decrease it again every few minutes. As soon as you're back to room air without having any trouble, we'll consider you cured for the night."

Dom smiled in acknowledgement, and then looked at Billy for further guidance.

"I'll stay here with him," Billy offered, "I mean, since he's going to need a companion and all; I can start now."

Evan smiled back in agreement, patted Billy on the shoulder, and said, "Ok then - I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm only around the corner if you need me."

Location motel, same evening, four hours later...

Dom sighed and stretched to his satisfaction in the warm comfort of the bedsheets. Once he had passed inspection he was allowed to return to the motel with the rest of the cast for the night. It was Friday, they had accomplished a lot this week, and everyone was looking forward to the weekend. Dom had put a crimp in his by starting out with his respiratory difficulties, but it had all turned out well, and although he still felt jittery, he was much better overall.

As he finished his stretching he glanced at Billy sitting next to him in the queen size bed where he sat holding a script in one hand and a pencil in the other.

"A script? Really, Billy?"

Billy sighed in acknowledgment before closing the pages and tossing it aside on the nightstand.

"I know. I just can't seem to settle down."

It was only then Dom noticed the clench of his jaw and the tension that was readable in Billy's eyes. Puzzled, he studied him like someone totally new, until an uncomfortable thought made him flinch, and he withdrew himself a few millimeters across the bed. Billy noticed the change and rolled quickly back into his personal space.

"No!" he insisted. "No, I'm not mad at you."

Dom wasn't sure he had ever seen Billy angry before, but whatever this was about, something had clearly upset him.

"Come, 'ere," Billy coaxed, reaching for him and pulling him close. "Fuck, Dom, I'm sorry. 's ok," he finished softly.

The two of them had snuggled together many times before when they crashed in Orlando or Elijah's trailer, or while they were all crammed into one tent when the fellowship had gone on one of their last minute camping trips, but it was something different that lingered between the two them tonight. This was something almost tangible, but never truly visualized previously; something that kept itself carefully hidden in certain, occasional glances or trapped behind a veil of interest. Today had dislodged the last thread of secrecy Billy had kept safely tucked away within himself. Sheer fear had torn it from its usual resting place within him, and it was demanding a level of attention too long ignored by the more logical part of his psyche.

Billy's hands were tender where they stroked him in small, gentle circles, and he nuzzled his face into the tuft of long, blonde hair he had found there. His jaw clenched as he fought with the doubt that hung from the corners of his mind. It had threatened to disappear and leave him in peace on numerous occasions, but he had learned that it always crept back eventually, thwarting his comfort zone and sabotaging his thoughts with his own deep uncertainties. His relief that Dom was unharmed was indescribable, but with him also being this close and vulnerable, it made him heavy with desire. He could feel the blood beginning to pool in his nether regions, and he knew it would be impossible for him to hide an imminent erection. He also didn't think he would have any success in reversing what he knew with certainty was happening, and Dom would absolutely notice as well before much longer. He knew he would have to explain himself very soon, and the thought left him nervous and worried. He knew Dom well enough to know he accepted people's sexuality for whatever it was, but he wasn't at all sure he would want from Billy what was about to be obvious, and Billy was realizing he had very little time to prepare for either response.

Dom looked up at him suddenly, as though he could hear the doubt and confusion that swirled around in Billy's thoughts. His eyes were calm but inquisitive as he peered at Billy, but he waited, watchful and patient. Just as he was about to snuggle down and reattempt to sleep Billy closed the short distance between them and brushed his lips with his own. Dom responded without hesitation, the soft and breathy outline of Billy's lips providing a gentle and tentative exchange of information. The intimate touch excited him, yet he sensed Billy's hesitancy, and he cautioned himself to allow Billy to direct the pace.

It had been a long time since Dom had tried to impart so much in a single kiss, but as his mouth melted into Billy's, he couldn't resist the temptation to brush the tip of his tongue against his. The brief touch sent shock waves racing through Billy, and he moaned softly, deepening the kiss as Dom had hoped he would. Seizing the moment Dom slid his tongue carefully alongside Billy's, caressing the underside, and coaxing him to continue. The maneuver caused Billy to make another soft and sudden noise, and Dom next found himself pinned solidly in place as Billy continued to kiss him. As their lips parted, Dom was breathing noticeably harder, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his own arousal had begun to overload his senses.

Billy looked newly frightened as he hovered over him, his eyes roving for clues of any difficulty or unwanted reaction. Dom might have allowed him to continue but he looked so deeply desperate that he knew he had to reassure him.

"I'm ok, Billy," he said hurriedly, as Billy ran his open hand over his chest in an effort to soothe him. "I'm ok," he whispered again.

"I feel like such a pervert," Billy blurted out. "Jesus, Dom, I'm so sorry. I just..."

Dom couldn't suppress a small laugh before continuing, "Billy, I'm fine - this feels good, and I like it," he added, squeezing his arm.

"Something very serious happened to you today. I'm here and supposed to be taking care of you, and I'm trying to crawl all over you instead," Billy continued.

"Want you, want this," Dom added, as though he hadn't heard him, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down for another kiss before Billy could protest further. He wrapped his legs around him to keep him secure as well as reassured, and nudging him gently with his hips, he encouraged him to relax. Billy followed willingly, settling in his arms, and more than eager to have him all to himself.

Their kisses had lengthened and deepened as they tested their boundaries, but Dom knew he would have no limitations when it came to Billy. He wanted to learn what Billy desired from him, and although the entire situation had admittedly caught him off guard tonight, now that the opportunity had presented itself, he was devoted to having it all.

"Billy," he heard himself whispering. "Billy, you're giving me new problems," he managed, before disolving into a giggle.

Billy gathered himself on his elbows and concentrated on placing what was destined to become a significant hickey on Dom's neck. Dom arched his back and squealed as Billy mouthed and sucked at the tender flesh, but he cooperated by allowing him to continue. Releasing the inflamed skin he gave him a gentle kiss before beginning a trail of light pecks along his collar bone just as Dom grabbed one hand and drug it to his crotch, gasping despite himself as Billy's fingers closed around his swollen cock.

The intimate noise Dom made at the back of his throat had caused Billy's own cock to swell even more as he gave him another squeeze through the thin boxers. Dom pushed upward into Billy's touch, squirming for more contact as he did so, seeking to maintain the exquisite connection between them. Billy responded by groping him again, and a daring rhythm was established between them as Dom pushed himself shamelessly into Billy's hand. Both were breathing unmistakeably harder now, and Billy crossed a final line as he slid his hand beneath Dom's waistband in search of full contact with his bare skin. There could be no pretense or excuses of accidental behavior now. Billy's intent was obvious, and Dom was not interested in stopping him.

His pelvis finished turning to jelly and he widened his legs, collapsing at Billy's touch, and wanting him to touch his most intimate places. Billy stroked the length of his cock, enjoying the feel of his silky skin in contrast to the firm strength. His hand wandered lower to the new softness of one testicle where he squeezed gently there also before returning to his cock. Dom arched his back, and threw his head into the bed in resignation, his mind and body awash with desire and need.

"Billy," he whispered desperately, "Billy."

"Sshh," Billy soothed, as he continued to stroke him.

Time slowed down to this singular moment as Billy finished stripping all interfering clothing first from Dom and then himself. It was all gone in a few well placed seconds, and they fell back together without further words, entwining themselves and touching each other where they could. Billy remained concerned for Dom despite the change in circumstances, which lead him to pin Dom quite suddenly beneath him, cradling his head and searching his face for any hint of difficulty.

"Oh God, I'm ok, Bills," Dom reassured him, resigned to Billy's perseverance but cooperative and laying still for his unavoidable assessment. "I promise, I'm ok. I'll tell you if I'm not," he added through shortened and newly labored breathing.

Billy continued to evaluate him to his own satisfaction, the simple act causing Dom's heart to ache from the purity of it all.

"Billy," Dom whispered, forcing him to meet his eyes. "I'm horny, and it's your fault, so take care of me - please."

Billy was able to smile in return as he realized things were fine, but Dom thought he detected a hint of wickedness as it slid into place just behind those wonderfully sexy green eyes. Billy fixed him in his sights and seemed to consider his options, so lovely a problem this was to have a naked and needy Dominic in his arms.

"Oh, I don't think you've asked me anywhere near nicely enough," Billy mused, returning one hand to his cock. "In fact, you have a right smart mouth most of the time."

Dom had no built in defense against this extremely seductive Billy, thus he thought it best to remain still and await his next decision. Billy wasn't a fan of bullshit as a general rule, and Dom was willing to bet his way of thinking extended into the bedroom. He also knew and understood that Billy was choosy - he didn't bed just anyone just because he could.

Billy studied the look in Dom's eyes, an apparent and quiet acquiescence to anything he wanted. He wasn't sure himself what he was asking for, but he knew in his core that he wanted Dom in a way he hadn't wanted anyone else. Where it went after that was to be explored at some other time. Right now he was thoroughly charmed by Dom's solicitousness, and what he wanted right now was to take him somewhere new and purely erotic. He was also still a little concerned about hurting him, but that fear had lessened the further they had progressed. Billy hadn't been used to seeing Dom thoroughly aroused either, but it was a new and pleasant discovery that he filed away for his future examination.

Billy held his cock and continued to stroke him tenderly, the fiery sensation weakening his resolve and pushing him toward release.

"Easy now," Billy soothed in his ear. "Just let me do this..."

Dom responded by pushing helplessly into Billy's hand, chasing the rich feeling left behind with every stroke of his hips. He wanted nothing more than this tonight; this connection to Billy that was so complete, so raw, and so undeniably mutual. Dom wrapped his hand over Billy's as the sensations built with such force and intensity that he knew completion was very near. Billy could feel the tension in his scrotum as he rubbed and stroked him there as well, but by slowing his rhythm minutely he could maintain the tingling pleasure as he held Dom suspended on the outer rim of ecstasy.

"Oh God!" Dominic nearly sobbed, scrabbling for Billy with one hand as he worked his hips furiously into Billy's touch.

"Please, Billy," he pleaded. "I can't - I can't..."

"Sshh," Billy soothed. "I've got ya..."

Dominic had succumbed to overwhelming and raw pleasure, pushing himself wantonly toward more as he worked his hips into that perfect rhythm that was destined to be his undoing. His body was shiny and coated in a light sheen of sweat, his chest heaving from sheer pleasure, his eyes closed tightly against having to see too much, he lay hopelessly suspended in that exquisite place between total need and final reward. In the back of his mind he retained the realization that Billy had done this to him quite intentionally, the acceptance and understanding of that alone sending a shiver through his entire being. When he forced himself to open his eyes he found Billy's lips near his own, and he reached for him for more kisses, wanting to convey to him the intense feeling of this moment for which he had no other words. As their lips parted Billy dropped his kiss to one brown and swollen nipple, pulling gently at it with his teeth and soothing it with the swirl of his tongue. Dominic was making tiny noises borne of desperation as Billy plied him with endless sensation, but as his mouth closed over the tip of his engorged cock and he drew him inside, Dom cried out in surrender, tipping at last from the final edge and falling hard into completion.

Dom would have panicked if he had any room left for additional emotion; he wanted to warn Billy that he was too close for control. He punched him lightly in the shoulder to tell him he was done, but Billy was unrelenting, and Dom knew that he would cum in his mouth as that was apparently what Billy wanted. Billy had located the hand Dom had punched him with and pushed him gently away, lacing his fingers through his as he did so, and relieving him of any further need to explain. Unable to stop himself, Dom sobbed outwardly moments later as climax overtook him at last and the bright shards of love and emotion he couldn't name exploded through his groin and showered outwardly through the rest of his body. He lost comprehension and contact with all else as he pushed himself repetitively into the overwhelming pleasure firing through every neuron, but as the sensations prevailed he lost his grip on his last fragment of strength and began to tremble violently. He was vaguely aware of Billy pulling away and scrambling toward him, gathering him in his arms and pulling him tightly to his chest as he collapsed in exhaustion. He was shaking hard now, his body overcome with chemicals and hormones, his chest working a little too hard once again to breathe.

"Sshh," Billy whispered. "Easy, baby," he continued. "Just relax, I've got ya."

Dom had started to reach weakly for Billy's cock, but Billy had batted his hand away and wrapped him up more tightly in his arms.

"Not yet," he said simply, nuzzling his face against Dom's. "Not yet, Dommie," he whispered.

Billy restrained Dom in his arms by pinning him against himself and wrapping both arms tightly around him. Once contained he kept him there as he continued trembling hard. Billy nuzzled his face against his, wanting desperately to calm him, and worried he had indeed pushed him too far. He could tell Dom was breathing hard, and his heart was thumping wildly in his chest, but he seemed to be getting enough air.

"Sshh," Billy continued, petting the top of his head.

Dom felt himself beginning to recover as he laid still in Billy's arms. His muscles remained twitchy from adrenaline overload, his cock softening in the after effect of complete overload of another kind. Billy's naked form was pressed against him from the top of his shoulders to the bottom of his feet, the soothing softness of his skin calming and reassuring. He closed his eyes in absolute resignation, not caring in some ways if he were to awaken ever again, but content to let Billy hold him as he waited for recovery. He kissed Billy's chest to tell him he was ok, closing his eyes and relinquishing everything to Billy as he did so. They were a mutually hot and sticky mess, but neither cared as the minutes ticked by and they snuggled together, calming each in the after glow of something powerful that was destined to change both of them.

His breathing had stilled to a normal rate, his heart beating once again as it should, when Dom next lifted his head to meet Billy's eyes in the low light of the motel room. Billy looked back at him with unabashed calm, his eyes wide and patient, his amazing and sensuous mouth mere millimeters away.

"Now what?" Dom asked softly, a light, rosy blush appearing on his cheeks.

"Don't care," Billy answered, lowering his head and allowing himself another perfect, tender kiss. "As long as you're ok, I just don't fucking care."

Chapter 2 http://carribbe.livejournal.com/85508.html#cutid1

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Yay you posted! I particularly like Dom coming almost as soon as Billy starts blowing him -- a pet peeve of mine is people delaying things in first-time sex, when they've wanted each other for so long.

Well, thank you. You're quite welcome.

I admit I hadn't thought about it quite that way, but I see your point. That's interesting - it does help convey the message, doesn't it?

That was just what I needed to read today. It seems like ages since I read any Monaboyd and this certainly helped.
Thanks!

Especially since reading Dom's poem about Billy today.

I think I'll go post it on my LJ.

I'm glad it hit the spot for you today (so to speak.) I've not been able to post for awhile, so it feels good to get back to it.

I sometimes wonder if people tire of a repetitive theme, but I guess anyone who is would just pass over it if that's the case. Either way - it's all good. :)

I haven't read Dom's poem - I've been busy this afternoon. I plan to get to it later this evening. I notice people are chatting about it. Ooohhh...must be good. :)

Go read my latest post. Its on there.

Oh wow - isn't it sweet? He loves him so much (wipes away a tear.)

His feelings for Billy have always been very easy to see. They almost drip off him sometimes.

Dominic blows me away, too, with just the simple things. He seems to enjoy communicating with people, too. It's so cute.

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