fellowshippers | Ficlet - The Essence Of You

The Essence of You
Pairing - Dom/Billy
Rating - R
Inspired by Dom and Billy's Twittering
Disclaimer - an entirely fictional play on actual tweeting between Billy and Dom.

Inspired by Twitter

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morag_%28loch_monster%29

Dom - "I want to be a pretty little girl."
Billy -" I should think passion pink is your colour! And from now (on) I shall call you my morag from Manchester. BBx"

You shouldn't smoke in bed, Dom," Billy scolded, pulling a nearly spent cigarette from Dom's fingers and depositing it carefully in the nearby ash tray. "It's just not safe," he added, before easing himself back into bed.

Dom looked at him directly then, so much still lingering between them, and all of it leaving him looking troubled. The depth of his inner distress was apparent to Billy as he studied him for additional clues. He had grown increasingly worried about him throughout the day as Dom had become noticeably more quiet, the knowledge that Billy would be leaving him soon weighing heavily on his mind and spirit.

"Hey now," Billy added. "Why so glum, huh?" he persisted. "I'll be back in a few weeks," he reminded him, dragging his fingers down one arm in an attempt to distract him. "I expect to see you smiling when I am."

Dom offered him a weakened smile, but saying nothing, he drew closer to wrap his arms around his sturdy form instead. Billy allowed him to squirm about in search of his favorite position before settling, his body desperate for the sort of comfort that only Billy could offer. When he at last grew calm he kissed the top of Dom's head with affection, and holding him the way he knew Dom wanted him to, he tucked in the covers around them before attempting to settle for the night. He knew this part by heart - Dom would cling to him until he couldn't any longer, and they would reluctantly part ways until life could bring them back together once again. The entire process was just as hard for Billy as it was for Dom, but he had always been able to channel his emotions differently, whereas Dominic could become almost emotionally paralyzed by all that hurt him the most. Losing daily contact with Billy had always represented one of those things.

Billy moaned from somewhere deep within his chest and allowed the comfort of the bed and Dominic's warm body to consume him, content for now just to run his fingers over the soft skin of one shoulder. As long as he could touch him, he knew Dom would draw comfort from the simple contact, but when Dom remained restless several minutes later, Billy knew he was wearing too much clothing for his satisfaction, and he wasn't surprised when Dom slid both hands beneath the threadbare tee he had worn to bed in search of more. Long and slender fingers of one hand traveled up his back, anchoring him as though to secure him in place, the other continuing to explore all of his favorite places before lowering his touch to the curve of one hip. Billy relaxed into the established pattern of this familiar and gentle investigation, the corners of his mouth curling into a shy sort of smile as his nipples easily responded to so much careful stimulation.

"Dom...in...ic," Billy managed to utter, his voice having grown suddenly hoarse and unsteady. He sensed the smile in Dom's lips even as they danced against his skin, pausing only to listen to Billy's sigh before depositing a trail of kisses across his now exposed chest. Nipples had always been one of Billy's most sensitive zones, a distinct piece of carnal knowledge Dom had memorized for his own personal embellishment.

Billy brought a hand suddenly to the nape of Dominic's neck, tugging and fingering the stray tufts of longer hair that lay curled there as he sucked gently near the tip of one nipple. Billy began to wiggle beneath the gentle onslaught, this particular touch from someone so in love with him signifying the approach of his eventual and complete undoing. He felt himself harden in a heated rush, the intensity almost painful as his cock began to swell, the blood pounding through him in a needy sense of anticipation. He gasped and grabbed for Dom's head, holding him to that one special place before his skillful tongue could move away too quickly. His legs moved quickly to pin Dom in place, securing him with his strong and well toned thighs against his thin cotton boxers. He knew as he did so that Dom would understand, but tonight he sensed a unique intensity within himself, a need to tell him he required something more than he usually drew from their interludes. Tonight he sensed something more comparable to the level of loss Dom usually experienced whenever they parted, and he found it left him feeling newly raw and vulnerable against its sharp edges of its reality.

Dom drew his lips away from one firmly peaked nipple and blew gently on the rosy, moist skin.

"I think I want to be a pretty little girl," he said softly, before lowering his lips to Billy's chest. "Maybe that way I could keep you," he mused aloud. "Maybe - that way - you would never want to leave."

Billy groaned in frustration, his emotions colliding fully with his libido as he shoved Dom to one side and pinned him with one knee. He locked eyes with him then, holding him with a stern look before his mind could catch up with his words.

"I don't want you to be a pretty little girl," he nearly hissed, sounding more irritated than he had intended. "I don't want you to be anyone but you."

Dom remained quiet then beneath Billy's steady gaze, but he felt his own eyes filling in thinly veiled emotion as he waited for possible further reprimand. Billy did not anger easily, but Dom could tell that he was nearly so now. This level of sudden response both surprised and worried him, and he lay quietly passive, awaiting further response and reaction from Billy.

"Dominic," Billy managed after several long moments, his hand reaching to cradle his face with gentle fingers. "I don't need you to be different than you are," he continued, his words stinging with added emphasis. "If I wanted some other little girl, I wouldn't be here with you now, would I? Pretty little girls don't do this to me," he added, grabbing Dom's hand and pressing it against his now rigid cock. "You - on the other hand," he paused for further emphasis, "you always do this to me."

Much to his further embarrassment, Dominic felt himself blush from the boldness of Billy's words even as he pressed himself into the warmth of his hand. Billy fumbled impatiently with the waistband of his boxers, yanking them from his hips in search of direct comfort from Dom's touch. Dom followed him willingly, cupping Billy in his hand, his fingers curling eagerly against baby soft skin, his unending, undeniable need for Billy as deep and confounding as always.

"You're even prettier when you blush," Billy continued, his voice becoming low and breathy, his words softened by hormones and lust. Hovering just above familiar, moist lips he whispered, "I should think passion pink is your colour! And from now (on) I shall call you my morag from Manchester."

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