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fellowshippers2012-09-15 03:03 pm
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Ficlet - I Smell Like Fun - D/B
Ficlet - I Smell Like Fun
Pairing - Dom/Billy
Rating - R
Content - Inspired by Dom's Twitter - 'I smell like fun'.
Disclaimer - this is a fictionalized extension of an actual tweet Dom made. I don't know what he was referring to at the time, but I would like to think it could have been something like this. (Don't burst my bubble - that's already happened.)
The tiny glow of the iphone illuminated the immediate space before fading away and restoring the room to near total darkness once again. Billy had noticed the small blip of light and reached for it out of habit, curious as to who would persist in being electronically busy at this time of night on either side of the pond. He concentrated on the tiny font, a slow smile framing his lips as Dominic's most recent tweet swam into view - 'I smell like fun' - reflected back at him from the miniature screen. He felt an instantaneous warmth wash over him despite the significant distance, and he continued to stare longingly at the screen for several minutes, hoping Dom would reappear with any additional nuggets of wisdom or personal information.
When nothing more was forthcoming he laid the phone down reluctantly to attempt the likely slow process of coaxing himself back to sleep. Although actually quite weary, true drowsiness eluded him still, and he found himself restless in both mind and spirit as his favorite memories of Dominic persisted in swirling about in his head.
'"I smell like fun," he reflected to himself. "Ah, Dommeh, you most certainly do," he sighed softly.
He yawned then, stretching his legs with effort in one direction, his arms reaching high over his head simultaneously, muscles aching, the result of numerous long hours of travel and fatigue borne of jetlag and a far flung schedule. He missed immensely the comfort of home and family as he complied with these types of necessary jaunts. It was an unvoidable aspect of his occupation, thus he followed through as needed whenever his obligations required him to travel.
His hand landed casually on his tummy, his fingers finding and scratching at the few ticklish little hairs that surrounded his navel. As he grew more calm and comfortable once again, he succumbed to a deeper state of relaxation, his mind filling with secret images of Dominic as he loved to remember him. They were the usual and typical memories - those that no one else would ever know about, those for which there were no photographic preservations of any kind - clear and desperately blue eyes as they hovered next to him, skin still warm from the sun long after dark, the musky scent of him serving only to arouse Billy even more as they melded against each other, their bodies frantic for relief they could find only in each other.
His fingers slid beneath the elastic waist band of his boxers, finding and curling around his cock as he sensed himself beginning to swell from the stimulation.
"Ah, Jesus, Dommeh," he whispered softly, "just look at what ya've done to me now."
He continued to squeeze himself gently, his fingers curling and pulling at his cock as he felt himself swell and enlarge, eager at his own touch and the accompaniment of Dominic's lingering presence. He moaned at the sensation - it felt delicious to indulge himself in this most secretive portion of his world, the part he maintained only for himself. It was something he guarded with absolute devotion, this part of him that belonged only to the two of them and all they had found together years ago. He gasped slightly as he fumbled for his sac with his other hand while continuing to pull at his swollen length, the tip already slick, demanding that he hurry.
His yearning for Dominic had remained so strong over the years, he was sure it was ever determined to wreck his composure, eventually exposing his complete vulnerability to the rest of the world at any given time. He knew Dom would never risk this, but Billy also knew that he was an occassional victim of his own jealousy. He detested the fact that Dom was so far away from him much of the time. He hated the harsh reality that others could access him so easily for any basic or perhaps even ridiculous reason. Although he knew feeling as he did was irrational, he did occassionally just want to lock him away somehow for his own satisfaction and wear the key around his neck until he could be with him again.
Billy was digging his heels eagerly into the mattress now, his hands busy and hurried as he drove himself helplessly toward climax. He wished fleetingly he could maintain this tingley plateau of emotion and testosterone for his own satisfaction for a few moments more, but he knew he would soon be entirely unable to do so; true control if Dominic was involved was never really an option for him.
"Sexy, sexy man," a sudden but familiar English voice teased softly from the recesses of his memory. "You feel and smell so fuckin' good, Bills," it repeated to him in the way only Dominic ever could.
Billy felt himself tighten suddenly at the lingering words, and the warm fluid of his release rushed suddenly through his cock, bursting outward and onto his tummy, coating his hand even as he continued to pull and tug at his engorged cock.
He heard himself moaning softly as the overwhelming sensations began to ebb and subside, the aftermath of so much pleasure now covering his hand and fingers with his own milky, warm fluid. He collapsed against the mattress in deep relief, weakened with pleasure but momentarily content. His breathing had only begun to slow down and return to an even exchange as he brought his hand into his line of vision, staring with an almost distracted interest at the clear and tangible evidence of all he still felt toward Dom. He hesitated momentarily before drawing his hand to his nostrils, the heady scent of sex and nearly indescribable desire still thick and heavy on his fingers.
He reached suddenly for the corner of the bedsheet, wiping his hand dry before hurriedly grasping for the nearby phone. Finding it somehow in the dark, he managed to open Twitter and quickly located Dom's most recent message .
"Confirmed," he typed, his eyes bright and twinkling with mischief, smiling as he succeeded in completing this important task.
Closing Twitter he quickly reopened messages, and locating Dom he began texting, concentrating with extraordinary effort on each individual letter as he typed.
"Call me, please," he wrote simply - "need you."
Carribbe http://carribbe.livejournal.com/90511.html
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Dom has helped immensely with inspirational material of late - can't help it. He's such a tease. :)
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Looks rather like Billy always leaves some part of him behind (so to speak.) Hopefully there can always be a good supply of fiction to feed our enthusiasm.
I think I agree with your picture moment choices. Those were simply special. :)
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I would wager you are correct. He will shed huge, manly tears.
Is Elijah in Spain, too, right now? That sounds interesting. :)
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Especially the paragraph ending with Although he knew feeling as he did was irrational, he did occassionally just want to lock him away somehow for his own satisfaction and wear the key around his neck until he could be with him again.
That feels very true to me—true to what I like to believe their relationship is.
Thank you!
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I agree with you - it feels true to me as well. I see their relationship as very complex, almost indescribably deep, and built on things atypical of many others. Like so many things that 'just are', it's perhaps quite difficult to explain properly.
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Everyone - the editing continues. I try to catch things in advance of course, but I typically don't see everything. I have determined that if I labor too long over such things it becomes extra difficult to post fiction or to produce anything at all. My solution for me has been to correct things as I find them; a beta is not always available, and probably no one needs anything extra to do anyway. This has given me a certain acceptance that nothing is likely to be entirely error free, and 'hello'; I am an amateur at all of this. This makes me generally happier about what I'm doing, and it relieves some of the stress that can accompany something that shouldn't feel so heavy.
Hugs and kisses...
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I don't know if Dom would appreciate me taking such liberties with his tweet, but somehow I doubt he's that touchy. All in fun, Dom - all in fun. :)
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Rather my take on it, too.
I've often wondered if he's read any of the slash fiction. It wouldn't surprise me to learn he has. :)