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Title: "Slightly Crooked"
Part: 7/? DM/BB (EW/SA, DM/SA)
Author: Diamond (juweldom@yahoo.com )
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Multiple Pairs for series.
Category: Romance, Angst, a lot of PWP
Archive: just ask.
Disclaimer: I do not know the actors and make no claims about their lifestyles or sexual preferences. This is purely fictional for entertainment purposes and no money is being made. Again--it might be true, but if it is, I sure as heck don't know the details!
Summary: Elijah begins a quest for love and companionship in the Fellowship. The title says it all--it's a crooked path for crooked people to find love.
Notes: Thanks always to my lovely beta reader LadySunrope!
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*Crooked*: Webster's Dictionary: 1. Not straight. 2. Dishonest.
*****
Billy arrived a half hour after Dom called him.
Dom had cleaned up the place a little, wiped off the couch where he and Sean had been just hours before, and made himself a cup of tea to settle his stomach. Bloody nervous wreck he was being. And for what? He hadn't done anything wrong, had he?
Sean had obviously taken things too seriously. Not comfortable with that part of him, maybe, or upset perhaps that it had been Dom and not 'Lij? Oh but hell, it wasn't like Dom was trying to break anything up, you know. Unless maybe he'd read the body language wrong and they *had* shagged each other. But naw, it hadn't looked like that. So likely Sean was getting upset over fuckin' nothing.
Shit, why did shagging have to mean anything, anyway?
The doorbell rang and Dom yelled, "On my way!" before checking the couch one last time--good, no smell--and switching the telly over to a local version of BBC to hopefully find something familiar both he and Billy could enjoy. He strode over and opened the door.
Billy was all smiles, carrying a case of Guinness--bless the little Scottish bastard!--and a couple of movies. His green eyes were dancing with mischief--lovely eyes, like a cat's they were; Dom could just stare into them for hours. And that Betty Boop cartoon mouth that screamed 'oh fucking kiss me now!'
He'd have to find some excuses to do that again some time.
"Are ye gonna let me in, you choof, or shall I just drink the Guinness out here?"
Of course he was welcome in and knew it; they fucking spent all their time together. He just said it to look smart, to get a bloody rise out of Dom. Dom bowed low. "Oh, please grace these poor walls with your presence, my princess! And let's open up a cold one, hey mate?" God, he loved this, the game, the banter back and forth, always such a kick in the arse.
He helped Billy with the Guinness (only fair, of course), and Billy plopped down onto the couch (right where Sean had sat, actually), tipping back the first of the brew. "Elijah made me eat Thai," he complained at Dom's look, and took a long swallow. Another nice neck; and Billy was ticklish too; bet he'd squeal if Dom ever bit him there. Something to remember sometime. "So how was your day?"
That kind of killed his mood. "Uh, it was interesting. Pretty decent footie those Kiwis play, but I actually missed a fair bit of it. Sean was upset. You mentioned Elijah said something--what did he tell you?" He popped open his own Guinness and went to sit on the love seat--couldn't quite bring himself to sit right next to Billy, daft though it was. Probably for the best--he really wasn't sure how Billy would react when he told him--well, told him he was a fucking poof. Might be okay with it, but then again, maybe not. He shivered and gulped down near half the bottle in one swallow.
Billy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, looking very relaxed, thankfully. "Well now, he told me that the other day, in the gym, he uh--" Billy grinned and blushed, ducking his head, "rather got the horn in front of Sean. I asked what Sean did. He didn't exactly say, but I think something happened between the two of 'em. He admitted that Sean was *very* interested in him. And that he's nae exactly new to lads himself. So that sort of situation, you have to think something happened. I guess they're both feelin' awkward about it, now."
Dom whistled. Hm, now, this was bringing new things to light. Elijah was into that. So maybe they *had* shagged, or something. And Sean was upset--because doing something with Dom was cheating? With 'Lij, with Christine--who knew, maybe both. Aw Christ. "I think Sean's gonna feel even more awkward now. But fuck it--when he talked to me it sounded like he made a move and Elijah refused him. I swear I didn't know."
Billy blew out a breath, sitting back, his face showing rare seriousness. "Uh oh. So what did you do?"
Dom opened his mouth, but he couldn't seem to say it. It had only been three weeks, and already Billy was his best friend. He didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it. Why had he called him over here, anyway? What had he thought he could fix? He wasn't fucking anything else up; not if he could bleeding help it. "Ummm." Okay; now how to back himself out of this?
A little smile tugged at the corner of Billy's mouth. He tapped his feet on the floor like a kid, waiting. Dom felt the beginnings of a blush--hell, and he *never* blushed. Billy's smile grew a little more. "Well?"
Dom pressed his lips together to think what to say. "I don't know if I want to tell you." Needed to say more than that; it sounded a bit rude, but what? "Ummm." Fuck, how brilliant did that sound?
Billy's grin was growing wider by the moment. "I don't believe it. I've actually made you speechless." He winked.
Dom took another swallow from his bottle. "No, you haven't. I just don't--well, you're my friend. I didn't want . . ." Hell and bullocks. Now he was getting angry too; Billy looked ready to break into fits of giggles. "Now you stop that! I'm trying, fuck it!"
"I love when you get that little crease between your brows, Dommie boy," Billy crooned, going into full flirt mode. Dom was going to fucking tackle him if he didn't stop it.
"A lot you know about me. I hate that nickname." Yeah, he was scowling. So what?
"I know. Guess I want to see jes' how far I can push you, sweetie." Billy rocked back in the couch, letting the bottle hang from his fingers slowly swinging, his eyes simply atwinkle with glee. Oh fuck that bastard. Alright; he'd asked for it.
"Do you really want to push me, Boyd? I'm gay." Dom stared straight into his eyes, challenging. See what the little wanker thought of that.
Billy's grin never faltered; in fact Dom could swear he saw a look of triumph. "I know."
Huh? Dom closed his mouth from where it had fallen open and tried to look angry, despite a flash of--something--heat--in his crotch. "You knew? And you didn't' mind me--" Suddenly that little peck on the mouth was taking on a whole new meaning. But hell, it had been perfectly innocent from his side. He'd never tried to seduce Billy or anything. Their friendship was more important.
Billy's mouth gave an odd little twist, like he was considering the same kind of stuff; all the little remarks they'd always made to each other. Oh shit; yes. Dom could feel his face growing warm. His ears too, fuck it. He scowled harder. But Billy's words made his anger flee. "I enjoy flirting with you. Didnae mind it at all, Dom."
Oh. Well. Now what?
Billy seemed to take pity on his discomfort; he smiled sweetly now and took a sip from his brew. "So, what--you fucked him? Or he you? Either way, it upset him, is that it?"
"Remind me never to be fooled by your innocent face again," Dom growled, but he was thankful--obviously this didn't bother Billy a bit to talk about. Huh---interesting. A better mate than ever. Wondered if he'd ever--nah. Wouldn't even ask. Wasn't his business what Billy's past was.
Okay, he was still pressing. Might as well get it fucking over with. "We didn't fuck--he said Christine wouldn't allow that. I sucked him off--right where you're sitting, actually." There, you little cunt. Make me squirm, heh; two can play that game, Dom thought.
The smile did slip a little; became more of a grimace as Billy scooted over. "Ehm, didn't need that detail, thanks. So? What else? He asked you to? Or did you take him by a wee bit o' surprise?"
'Wee bit o' surprise'--there was an appropriate phrase. Dom smirked. "Uh, yeah. But I *was* flirting pretty hard with him all through the game, and he kept drinking, and really, the way he talked it sounded like 'Lij brushed him off so I just sort of figured--and *said*--I could be a replacement. And he never said fucking 'no', mate. He participated too--a little."
"But--" Billy prompted.
Dom nodded. "But afterwards he was really nervous--wouldn't look me in the eye, wanted to get home, you know. So I started to realize I'd made a mistake. I did try to apologize--said it wouldn't happen again. He said it was probably best." And that part had hurt, a little. To not really be wanted back, to just be a substitute--it bloody well sucked, now that he thought about it. That little pisser, Elijah. Beautiful enough to have anyone he wanted and he had to fuck with Sean's head. Bugger.
Billy sighed. "Oh Dom, I'm sorry. It sounds like it all was just a fucking big mixup. We'll straighten it all out."
Dom humphed. "We'll bloody well have to. Might not look too pretty on screen otherwise. I was only looking for a bit of fun, you know. A friend fuck. Guess they don't have that over in the States."
Billy chuckled and finished his bottle, then pointed to Dom's. "Need another one there? Gotta make a trip to the loo and the fridge after. "
"Yeah, grab me another one; thanks. And what movies did you bring?" Dom called, but Billy was already halfway down the hallway, so Dom got up to take a look. 'Gods and Monsters'? Okay--kind of made sense as Ian McKellen would be arriving soon and it'd be good to see some of his stuff, but why that one, Dom wondered. And 'Bridget Jones' Diary'; that was a funny one. He loved Hugh's girlie fight at the end. Not bad; they could blow a few hours on this.
He heard the sound of the toilet and the sink, then Billy returned, grabbed two more bottles, and stood uncertainly to the side of the telly, sipping slowly and glancing at Dom like he wanted to say something. Dom leaned forward, raising his eyebrows. "Something wrong?" A thought occurred to him. "I did wash the couch. Thoroughly." He grinned.
The tension broke; Billy laughed. "Well that's good to know. Did you want to pop in a film? Hope the choices are all right there."
Dom handed him the first one. "Sure; they're both fine." There was still something just a little nervous in Billy's stance. Christ, he just knew telling him would muck things up. "I've freaked you out, telling what happened. I shouldn't have said anything."
Billy shook his head earnestly. "No, not at all." He smiled, leaning against the telly and rubbing his arm in a small nervous gesture; so subtle, his signs could be, but Dom was getting good at reading them.
Dom scowled--was it his turn to push Billy now to spill? Billy seemed to understand his look right away; he gave him a small private sigh and looked down. When he looked back up, the sparkle was back in his eyes. Dom felt a delightful shiver go through him. "You were complaining earlier about not having anybody . . . to play with." He paused, and Dom sensed the air between them almost crackling with electricity. Hot sensations went down his spine, pooled in his crotch.
Thinking of a similar conversation just earlier today, Dom said, "You coming on to me, Billy Boyd?" Nice how that name rolled off the tongue; could be a porn star with a name like that. His cock was swelling, making him want to shift his seat to adjust things, but he wasn't going to give himself away, not just yet. The game was being played in a whole new level now. He wondered if it would work.
Billy's face was so demure, so innocent . . . and so wicked at the same time. "Maybe. If you want me to be." He rolled back on his heels, cocking his head to one side. *Adorable* little fucker. Shame on him, making Dom want to pounce again.
"Hmm. Do I? I don't want to fuck anything else up today."
"I think you do. And you won't. I think I know more of what you're looking for." Hard to read him sometimes--was this a joke, or was he really serious? Bugger him if he was joking; Dom's cock was painfully hard now, quite ready for action. Billy was attractive--not what he would have picked out of a line for sexual fantasies maybe, but yeah, there was definitely some chemistry between them. And he was so quiet about himself. Always the quiet ones who were supposed to be absolute wolves in bed. He was intensely curious to find out if that was true.
"You won't cry to your mummy in the morning?" Dom wanted to really make sure this time; no misunderstandings, no hesitation, despite the fact he was itching to leap up and begin snogging those perfect lips any time now.
Billy had to see where his gaze was focused; he licked his lips, slowly. And grinned. "No, I won't. And to answer your next question, yes, I'll still be your friend. Hee--I'll still even respect you in the mornin'."
"Then what are you doing over there? You want the couch or the love seat?" Dom couldn't stand it any more; his cock was pressed tight to the seam of his shorts. Very deliberately, he adjusted himself, and felt a hot flush of pleasure watching Billy's eyes travel down to check him out. Too bad Billy wore loose trousers; hard to see what was going on in there.
Billy's eyes flicked over to the couch and back again. "Ehm, no offence, but I think I prefer the love seat for now. Shall I pop in the first vid?"
Dom nodded and scooted over, nervous now, and excited, and giddy. This was so different from the rather consuming crush he'd had on Sean; this was just fun, just carefree, yet somehow even more arousing for all of that. Not having to work at getting someone into bed--that was a new experience. He wasn't quite sure what to do next--who should go first?
Billy started up the movie and sat down next to him. The two sat and looked at each other, at the prim way they were sitting . . . and both broke into laughter.
"Oh cripes. Who should go first?" Billy asked, trying to wipe the grin off his face and failing dismally.
Dom squirmed; his cock was shouting to get moving, fuck it. "I will--I'm used to being first."
With that, he leaned over and kissed Billy on those grinning lips. Billy immediately opened up for him, gentle, pliable, tasting of stout and spicy Thai, hot and wet as his tongue snuck out to lick at Dom's upper lip. A rich flutter of sensation passed through him and he sighed happily, sucking in Billy's tongue as he drew the Scot into a full embrace, his hands snaking down to take a good squeeze of Billy's arse--not bad, not bad. Especially when the squeezing produced such lovely gasps into his mouth.
Dom tilted his head and kissed harder, scraping his teeth over Billy's lower lip, pressing into him until their cocks were rubbing together--oh yes, nice and hard; plenty going on in those loose trousers. Billy shifted and thrust against him and Dom moaned, cupping him. Didn't seem like enough air in here; he was getting rather lightheaded. And hot. Needed to remove clothing. Now.
He began pulling at his shirt and Billy immediately moved to help him, pulling Dom's T-shirt over his head and bending to nuzzle his collar bone, flicking his tongue in the hollow there; Dom stifled a giggle and squirmed; it was almost ticklish, but nice too. Billy was moving down further to kiss his way down to one taut nipple, but Dom noticed he hadn't made any moves to remove any of his own clothes, and now he was getting quite curious--now that he thought about it, Billy never took off his shirt. He had no idea what he looked like. So after letting him play with one nipple--god, was it getting hard to think; nobody had done that to him in a *very* long time--he shook his head and mumbled, "Your turn; get that shirt off. Or I'm going to rip if off you."
Billy muttered something like "animal" and relinquished his shirt to reveal a pale fuzzy chest and soft pink nipples just begging to be sucked on--Dom pressed his face into the fur, breathing in as he nuzzled--ah smelled just a hint of sweat, soap, and something else . . . clove? Oh yes--Elijah's smoke. Okay, that was a little weird. But best of all was Billy's own personal scent--that indescribable . . . whatever. And hoo, was he sensitive. Dom could feel the shudders moving through him as he toyed with each nipple, drawing long sighs of pleasure from the Scot's mouth as Billy's hands dug into his shoulders in a rough massage, actually clawing him a little--oh god. Hot. Dom moved his tongue down to swirl around Billy's navel, and Billy began to squirm in earnest, giggling.
"No please, I'm *very* ticklish," Billy gasped. Dom had to say he rather liked the movements Billy was making; it was pressing Billy's hardness into his knee as they sat sprawled across the love seat. The seating was definitely awkward; both their backs would be protesting soon. But this was too perfect; they hadn't yet felt comfortable to do anything like tickling. He scraped his teeth down Billy's hip and then suddenly Billy was thrashing around and the next thing they were on the floor in a pile of tangled limbs. Dom gave an evil grin.
"Sorry. Couldn't resist."
Billy shoved his face away from his midriff, trying to catch his breath. "I don't think the love seat's really going to work--not really big enough for the two of us." He looked suggestively at Dom.
"Couch or bed?" Billy's crotch was really pressed tight into his hip now--he was dying to pull off those loose trousers and see the rest of him. The movie was all but forgotten.
"Bed. Definitely." Billy disentangled himself and stood, offering Dom an arm up, then once he was up they were both moving towards the bedroom while trying to kiss and grope and remove clothing at the same time. Dom managed to remove Billy's shoes and socks by the time they reached the hallway, then he was pushing Billy up against the wall to unbutton his trousers and reaching in . . . whoa. Skin.
"I'm always commando," Billy purred into his ear. Dom thought he would faint, feeling the silken cock in his hands, the soft bare arse--he blew out a long low breath, trying to maintain control. Too late--he was totally lost.
Billy pushed him the rest of the way to the bed, losing his trousers in a puddle on the floor somewhere, and Dom let himself fall back into the bed with Billy on top, rubbing his cheek against his pecs--oof, slight stubble burn--and working to pull down his shorts with deft fingers and take hold of him, stroking slowly and firmly--oh, the choice of whether to let his head fall back and close his eyes, drown in the sensation, or torture himself with the sight of his friend playing with his cock. Hard choice. Almost as hard as he was. "So . . . what would you like?" Billy was the guest, after all. Had to be polite, you know.
"Top. I prefer top." The look Billy was giving him was positively wicked.
Dom stared back at him. "Tonight, sure. But not always." Oh yes, some time he wanted to bend Billy over a table, stick his cock in that little white arse of his. His grin was even more wicked. Make him sing, he would.
Billy smiled a little 'we'll see' smile and trailed just the tips of his fingers over Dom's balls, bending his head slowly, very slowly, to give the head of his cock a quick little lick. Dom hissed. Oh so he was going to be a fucking tease about it, huh? "You are bloody wicked, you know that?" And in the seconds it took Billy to think of a comeback, Dom made a mad stretch backwards for the little drawer of the night table to pull out a condom and lube, setting them by Billy's hand. Clue; ready now. Right now.
"Oh you don't want me to draw it out, just give you a flying fuck?" Billy said, but took the lube and squeezed some out, holding up his fingers to show Dom exactly what he was doing. He slowly trailed his fingers down to the crack, made maddening little circles around it, bending his head again to swirl his tongue up and around the head of Dom's cock--oh fuck, oh Christ, he was going to explode, just fucking explode. Dom let out a harsh moan and grabbed a pillow to bite. He was going to need it if he didn't want to shout the place down. Didn't really know the neighbors upstairs yet--hoped they weren't home.
When Billy finally pushed a finger in, Dom did shout; Shit, it had been too long, and he was too worked up, and it was all just too fucking wonderful, the way he was taking his cock deep into his throat now--oh, he had to open his eyes, take a look. Aw bloody hell; no, that was just too fucking exciting. He'd been better off with his eyes closed. Dom bit into the pillow until he heard the fabric tear.
"Billy, if you keep that up . . ." He warned, and groaned in both disappointment and gratitude when Billy stopped with his mouth, but his fingers were still working, getting two now, twisting and searching. Dom moaned. Damn he was good. That hadn't taken long to find at all.
"Dom, you have no idea how sexy you look there, mate. Almost there--you like when I do that?" Billy rubbed the spot again, and Dom moaned louder and thrust back at him, more, more. Needed much more, now.
Speech had failed him, he was just one writhing mess now, moaning and clutching as Billy entered him with three fingers, but he did have the presence of mind to register Billy's words, "You think you can help me out now, mate? Or do you want me to stop here."
"Don't stop," he muttered, realizing of course, how rude--he hadn't prepared Billy yet. With fingers gone clumsy he tore at the condom package and reached for Billy's cock as Billy slid around to make reaching easier. He slid on the condom then lubed it up nice and thick, using both hands and a cork screwing motion that soon had Billy groaning and panting, thrusting into him. Dom was highly tempted to push in a finger as well, just to show him he wasn't anybody's little bitch, but Billy moved away then, and he was so ready to be fucked, he didn't have the will left to delay it any longer. Next time. Fucking yes, next time.
Billy pushed Dom's legs up to his chest, hovered over him, just lightly pressed at his entrance, and whispered, "Enough teasing?" Dom would never forget that look, a look of absolute sweet love, total cherish. Warmth seemed to spread all through him.
Dom nodded. Then thoughts fled again, for he was being entered, oh, slowly, gently, but fuck it, he needed so much more. "I'm not going to break, fuck it," he gasped. Billy humphed and pushed in hard. "Oh fuck!" Dom shouted. Good hurt. Good fucking hurt. More.
He clutched at Billy's arse and thrust back against him, and Billy got the hint, started pumping hard into him, sweat starting to trickle down his chest, his eyes glazed over with pleasure, his lips open--Dom pulled him down to kiss him hard, moving against him, wrapping his legs around to keep him deep in, slamming down to that one spot--oh he was going to start screaming soon; it was so fucking good. He threw his head back and Billy kissed and nibbled his neck as he made noises--maybe words, but the only thing clear was "Billy, Billy . . .fuck . . ."
And it didn't matter if neither of them was touching him; he was quickly hitting the point of no return--he reached down to help himself over the edge but Billy was faster, pumping him in his hand then the world whited out and he was screaming and coming in violent shudders as Billy pounded into him. He was still high on the peak when he dimly heard Billy's choked groan, then Billy stiffened and came too, clutching and clawing at his arse--cripes, how funny was that--just like a girl. Then he collapsed on top, a ridiculous grin on his face. Cunt. Adorable cunt.
They lay there a few minutes, then Billy got up and pulled out, taking care to clean up a bit, picking up the wrappers, disposing of them, washing up in the bathroom, and bringing back a warm washcloth for Dom to clean up. "Just because I can't sleep with wet spots all over," he said in a low voice and a smirk. Dom rolled his eyes and cleaned himself up, threw the washcloth in the general direction of the hamper, and pulled Billy back into bed.
"Should we go back and watch the movies?"
"Mmph," was Billy's reply into his neck where he'd burrowed his face. "Later. G'night, Dom." Dom was still trying to think of anything appropriate to say to that when the sound of light snoring told him Billy was already asleep.
"Later then, my sweet," he agreed, yawning, and threw a leftover shoe to hit the light switch.
Then he fell asleep.
*****
TBC
*****
Part: 7/? DM/BB (EW/SA, DM/SA)
Author: Diamond (juweldom@yahoo.com )
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Multiple Pairs for series.
Category: Romance, Angst, a lot of PWP
Archive: just ask.
Disclaimer: I do not know the actors and make no claims about their lifestyles or sexual preferences. This is purely fictional for entertainment purposes and no money is being made. Again--it might be true, but if it is, I sure as heck don't know the details!
Summary: Elijah begins a quest for love and companionship in the Fellowship. The title says it all--it's a crooked path for crooked people to find love.
Notes: Thanks always to my lovely beta reader LadySunrope!
*****
*Crooked*: Webster's Dictionary: 1. Not straight. 2. Dishonest.
*****
Billy arrived a half hour after Dom called him.
Dom had cleaned up the place a little, wiped off the couch where he and Sean had been just hours before, and made himself a cup of tea to settle his stomach. Bloody nervous wreck he was being. And for what? He hadn't done anything wrong, had he?
Sean had obviously taken things too seriously. Not comfortable with that part of him, maybe, or upset perhaps that it had been Dom and not 'Lij? Oh but hell, it wasn't like Dom was trying to break anything up, you know. Unless maybe he'd read the body language wrong and they *had* shagged each other. But naw, it hadn't looked like that. So likely Sean was getting upset over fuckin' nothing.
Shit, why did shagging have to mean anything, anyway?
The doorbell rang and Dom yelled, "On my way!" before checking the couch one last time--good, no smell--and switching the telly over to a local version of BBC to hopefully find something familiar both he and Billy could enjoy. He strode over and opened the door.
Billy was all smiles, carrying a case of Guinness--bless the little Scottish bastard!--and a couple of movies. His green eyes were dancing with mischief--lovely eyes, like a cat's they were; Dom could just stare into them for hours. And that Betty Boop cartoon mouth that screamed 'oh fucking kiss me now!'
He'd have to find some excuses to do that again some time.
"Are ye gonna let me in, you choof, or shall I just drink the Guinness out here?"
Of course he was welcome in and knew it; they fucking spent all their time together. He just said it to look smart, to get a bloody rise out of Dom. Dom bowed low. "Oh, please grace these poor walls with your presence, my princess! And let's open up a cold one, hey mate?" God, he loved this, the game, the banter back and forth, always such a kick in the arse.
He helped Billy with the Guinness (only fair, of course), and Billy plopped down onto the couch (right where Sean had sat, actually), tipping back the first of the brew. "Elijah made me eat Thai," he complained at Dom's look, and took a long swallow. Another nice neck; and Billy was ticklish too; bet he'd squeal if Dom ever bit him there. Something to remember sometime. "So how was your day?"
That kind of killed his mood. "Uh, it was interesting. Pretty decent footie those Kiwis play, but I actually missed a fair bit of it. Sean was upset. You mentioned Elijah said something--what did he tell you?" He popped open his own Guinness and went to sit on the love seat--couldn't quite bring himself to sit right next to Billy, daft though it was. Probably for the best--he really wasn't sure how Billy would react when he told him--well, told him he was a fucking poof. Might be okay with it, but then again, maybe not. He shivered and gulped down near half the bottle in one swallow.
Billy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, looking very relaxed, thankfully. "Well now, he told me that the other day, in the gym, he uh--" Billy grinned and blushed, ducking his head, "rather got the horn in front of Sean. I asked what Sean did. He didn't exactly say, but I think something happened between the two of 'em. He admitted that Sean was *very* interested in him. And that he's nae exactly new to lads himself. So that sort of situation, you have to think something happened. I guess they're both feelin' awkward about it, now."
Dom whistled. Hm, now, this was bringing new things to light. Elijah was into that. So maybe they *had* shagged, or something. And Sean was upset--because doing something with Dom was cheating? With 'Lij, with Christine--who knew, maybe both. Aw Christ. "I think Sean's gonna feel even more awkward now. But fuck it--when he talked to me it sounded like he made a move and Elijah refused him. I swear I didn't know."
Billy blew out a breath, sitting back, his face showing rare seriousness. "Uh oh. So what did you do?"
Dom opened his mouth, but he couldn't seem to say it. It had only been three weeks, and already Billy was his best friend. He didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it. Why had he called him over here, anyway? What had he thought he could fix? He wasn't fucking anything else up; not if he could bleeding help it. "Ummm." Okay; now how to back himself out of this?
A little smile tugged at the corner of Billy's mouth. He tapped his feet on the floor like a kid, waiting. Dom felt the beginnings of a blush--hell, and he *never* blushed. Billy's smile grew a little more. "Well?"
Dom pressed his lips together to think what to say. "I don't know if I want to tell you." Needed to say more than that; it sounded a bit rude, but what? "Ummm." Fuck, how brilliant did that sound?
Billy's grin was growing wider by the moment. "I don't believe it. I've actually made you speechless." He winked.
Dom took another swallow from his bottle. "No, you haven't. I just don't--well, you're my friend. I didn't want . . ." Hell and bullocks. Now he was getting angry too; Billy looked ready to break into fits of giggles. "Now you stop that! I'm trying, fuck it!"
"I love when you get that little crease between your brows, Dommie boy," Billy crooned, going into full flirt mode. Dom was going to fucking tackle him if he didn't stop it.
"A lot you know about me. I hate that nickname." Yeah, he was scowling. So what?
"I know. Guess I want to see jes' how far I can push you, sweetie." Billy rocked back in the couch, letting the bottle hang from his fingers slowly swinging, his eyes simply atwinkle with glee. Oh fuck that bastard. Alright; he'd asked for it.
"Do you really want to push me, Boyd? I'm gay." Dom stared straight into his eyes, challenging. See what the little wanker thought of that.
Billy's grin never faltered; in fact Dom could swear he saw a look of triumph. "I know."
Huh? Dom closed his mouth from where it had fallen open and tried to look angry, despite a flash of--something--heat--in his crotch. "You knew? And you didn't' mind me--" Suddenly that little peck on the mouth was taking on a whole new meaning. But hell, it had been perfectly innocent from his side. He'd never tried to seduce Billy or anything. Their friendship was more important.
Billy's mouth gave an odd little twist, like he was considering the same kind of stuff; all the little remarks they'd always made to each other. Oh shit; yes. Dom could feel his face growing warm. His ears too, fuck it. He scowled harder. But Billy's words made his anger flee. "I enjoy flirting with you. Didnae mind it at all, Dom."
Oh. Well. Now what?
Billy seemed to take pity on his discomfort; he smiled sweetly now and took a sip from his brew. "So, what--you fucked him? Or he you? Either way, it upset him, is that it?"
"Remind me never to be fooled by your innocent face again," Dom growled, but he was thankful--obviously this didn't bother Billy a bit to talk about. Huh---interesting. A better mate than ever. Wondered if he'd ever--nah. Wouldn't even ask. Wasn't his business what Billy's past was.
Okay, he was still pressing. Might as well get it fucking over with. "We didn't fuck--he said Christine wouldn't allow that. I sucked him off--right where you're sitting, actually." There, you little cunt. Make me squirm, heh; two can play that game, Dom thought.
The smile did slip a little; became more of a grimace as Billy scooted over. "Ehm, didn't need that detail, thanks. So? What else? He asked you to? Or did you take him by a wee bit o' surprise?"
'Wee bit o' surprise'--there was an appropriate phrase. Dom smirked. "Uh, yeah. But I *was* flirting pretty hard with him all through the game, and he kept drinking, and really, the way he talked it sounded like 'Lij brushed him off so I just sort of figured--and *said*--I could be a replacement. And he never said fucking 'no', mate. He participated too--a little."
"But--" Billy prompted.
Dom nodded. "But afterwards he was really nervous--wouldn't look me in the eye, wanted to get home, you know. So I started to realize I'd made a mistake. I did try to apologize--said it wouldn't happen again. He said it was probably best." And that part had hurt, a little. To not really be wanted back, to just be a substitute--it bloody well sucked, now that he thought about it. That little pisser, Elijah. Beautiful enough to have anyone he wanted and he had to fuck with Sean's head. Bugger.
Billy sighed. "Oh Dom, I'm sorry. It sounds like it all was just a fucking big mixup. We'll straighten it all out."
Dom humphed. "We'll bloody well have to. Might not look too pretty on screen otherwise. I was only looking for a bit of fun, you know. A friend fuck. Guess they don't have that over in the States."
Billy chuckled and finished his bottle, then pointed to Dom's. "Need another one there? Gotta make a trip to the loo and the fridge after. "
"Yeah, grab me another one; thanks. And what movies did you bring?" Dom called, but Billy was already halfway down the hallway, so Dom got up to take a look. 'Gods and Monsters'? Okay--kind of made sense as Ian McKellen would be arriving soon and it'd be good to see some of his stuff, but why that one, Dom wondered. And 'Bridget Jones' Diary'; that was a funny one. He loved Hugh's girlie fight at the end. Not bad; they could blow a few hours on this.
He heard the sound of the toilet and the sink, then Billy returned, grabbed two more bottles, and stood uncertainly to the side of the telly, sipping slowly and glancing at Dom like he wanted to say something. Dom leaned forward, raising his eyebrows. "Something wrong?" A thought occurred to him. "I did wash the couch. Thoroughly." He grinned.
The tension broke; Billy laughed. "Well that's good to know. Did you want to pop in a film? Hope the choices are all right there."
Dom handed him the first one. "Sure; they're both fine." There was still something just a little nervous in Billy's stance. Christ, he just knew telling him would muck things up. "I've freaked you out, telling what happened. I shouldn't have said anything."
Billy shook his head earnestly. "No, not at all." He smiled, leaning against the telly and rubbing his arm in a small nervous gesture; so subtle, his signs could be, but Dom was getting good at reading them.
Dom scowled--was it his turn to push Billy now to spill? Billy seemed to understand his look right away; he gave him a small private sigh and looked down. When he looked back up, the sparkle was back in his eyes. Dom felt a delightful shiver go through him. "You were complaining earlier about not having anybody . . . to play with." He paused, and Dom sensed the air between them almost crackling with electricity. Hot sensations went down his spine, pooled in his crotch.
Thinking of a similar conversation just earlier today, Dom said, "You coming on to me, Billy Boyd?" Nice how that name rolled off the tongue; could be a porn star with a name like that. His cock was swelling, making him want to shift his seat to adjust things, but he wasn't going to give himself away, not just yet. The game was being played in a whole new level now. He wondered if it would work.
Billy's face was so demure, so innocent . . . and so wicked at the same time. "Maybe. If you want me to be." He rolled back on his heels, cocking his head to one side. *Adorable* little fucker. Shame on him, making Dom want to pounce again.
"Hmm. Do I? I don't want to fuck anything else up today."
"I think you do. And you won't. I think I know more of what you're looking for." Hard to read him sometimes--was this a joke, or was he really serious? Bugger him if he was joking; Dom's cock was painfully hard now, quite ready for action. Billy was attractive--not what he would have picked out of a line for sexual fantasies maybe, but yeah, there was definitely some chemistry between them. And he was so quiet about himself. Always the quiet ones who were supposed to be absolute wolves in bed. He was intensely curious to find out if that was true.
"You won't cry to your mummy in the morning?" Dom wanted to really make sure this time; no misunderstandings, no hesitation, despite the fact he was itching to leap up and begin snogging those perfect lips any time now.
Billy had to see where his gaze was focused; he licked his lips, slowly. And grinned. "No, I won't. And to answer your next question, yes, I'll still be your friend. Hee--I'll still even respect you in the mornin'."
"Then what are you doing over there? You want the couch or the love seat?" Dom couldn't stand it any more; his cock was pressed tight to the seam of his shorts. Very deliberately, he adjusted himself, and felt a hot flush of pleasure watching Billy's eyes travel down to check him out. Too bad Billy wore loose trousers; hard to see what was going on in there.
Billy's eyes flicked over to the couch and back again. "Ehm, no offence, but I think I prefer the love seat for now. Shall I pop in the first vid?"
Dom nodded and scooted over, nervous now, and excited, and giddy. This was so different from the rather consuming crush he'd had on Sean; this was just fun, just carefree, yet somehow even more arousing for all of that. Not having to work at getting someone into bed--that was a new experience. He wasn't quite sure what to do next--who should go first?
Billy started up the movie and sat down next to him. The two sat and looked at each other, at the prim way they were sitting . . . and both broke into laughter.
"Oh cripes. Who should go first?" Billy asked, trying to wipe the grin off his face and failing dismally.
Dom squirmed; his cock was shouting to get moving, fuck it. "I will--I'm used to being first."
With that, he leaned over and kissed Billy on those grinning lips. Billy immediately opened up for him, gentle, pliable, tasting of stout and spicy Thai, hot and wet as his tongue snuck out to lick at Dom's upper lip. A rich flutter of sensation passed through him and he sighed happily, sucking in Billy's tongue as he drew the Scot into a full embrace, his hands snaking down to take a good squeeze of Billy's arse--not bad, not bad. Especially when the squeezing produced such lovely gasps into his mouth.
Dom tilted his head and kissed harder, scraping his teeth over Billy's lower lip, pressing into him until their cocks were rubbing together--oh yes, nice and hard; plenty going on in those loose trousers. Billy shifted and thrust against him and Dom moaned, cupping him. Didn't seem like enough air in here; he was getting rather lightheaded. And hot. Needed to remove clothing. Now.
He began pulling at his shirt and Billy immediately moved to help him, pulling Dom's T-shirt over his head and bending to nuzzle his collar bone, flicking his tongue in the hollow there; Dom stifled a giggle and squirmed; it was almost ticklish, but nice too. Billy was moving down further to kiss his way down to one taut nipple, but Dom noticed he hadn't made any moves to remove any of his own clothes, and now he was getting quite curious--now that he thought about it, Billy never took off his shirt. He had no idea what he looked like. So after letting him play with one nipple--god, was it getting hard to think; nobody had done that to him in a *very* long time--he shook his head and mumbled, "Your turn; get that shirt off. Or I'm going to rip if off you."
Billy muttered something like "animal" and relinquished his shirt to reveal a pale fuzzy chest and soft pink nipples just begging to be sucked on--Dom pressed his face into the fur, breathing in as he nuzzled--ah smelled just a hint of sweat, soap, and something else . . . clove? Oh yes--Elijah's smoke. Okay, that was a little weird. But best of all was Billy's own personal scent--that indescribable . . . whatever. And hoo, was he sensitive. Dom could feel the shudders moving through him as he toyed with each nipple, drawing long sighs of pleasure from the Scot's mouth as Billy's hands dug into his shoulders in a rough massage, actually clawing him a little--oh god. Hot. Dom moved his tongue down to swirl around Billy's navel, and Billy began to squirm in earnest, giggling.
"No please, I'm *very* ticklish," Billy gasped. Dom had to say he rather liked the movements Billy was making; it was pressing Billy's hardness into his knee as they sat sprawled across the love seat. The seating was definitely awkward; both their backs would be protesting soon. But this was too perfect; they hadn't yet felt comfortable to do anything like tickling. He scraped his teeth down Billy's hip and then suddenly Billy was thrashing around and the next thing they were on the floor in a pile of tangled limbs. Dom gave an evil grin.
"Sorry. Couldn't resist."
Billy shoved his face away from his midriff, trying to catch his breath. "I don't think the love seat's really going to work--not really big enough for the two of us." He looked suggestively at Dom.
"Couch or bed?" Billy's crotch was really pressed tight into his hip now--he was dying to pull off those loose trousers and see the rest of him. The movie was all but forgotten.
"Bed. Definitely." Billy disentangled himself and stood, offering Dom an arm up, then once he was up they were both moving towards the bedroom while trying to kiss and grope and remove clothing at the same time. Dom managed to remove Billy's shoes and socks by the time they reached the hallway, then he was pushing Billy up against the wall to unbutton his trousers and reaching in . . . whoa. Skin.
"I'm always commando," Billy purred into his ear. Dom thought he would faint, feeling the silken cock in his hands, the soft bare arse--he blew out a long low breath, trying to maintain control. Too late--he was totally lost.
Billy pushed him the rest of the way to the bed, losing his trousers in a puddle on the floor somewhere, and Dom let himself fall back into the bed with Billy on top, rubbing his cheek against his pecs--oof, slight stubble burn--and working to pull down his shorts with deft fingers and take hold of him, stroking slowly and firmly--oh, the choice of whether to let his head fall back and close his eyes, drown in the sensation, or torture himself with the sight of his friend playing with his cock. Hard choice. Almost as hard as he was. "So . . . what would you like?" Billy was the guest, after all. Had to be polite, you know.
"Top. I prefer top." The look Billy was giving him was positively wicked.
Dom stared back at him. "Tonight, sure. But not always." Oh yes, some time he wanted to bend Billy over a table, stick his cock in that little white arse of his. His grin was even more wicked. Make him sing, he would.
Billy smiled a little 'we'll see' smile and trailed just the tips of his fingers over Dom's balls, bending his head slowly, very slowly, to give the head of his cock a quick little lick. Dom hissed. Oh so he was going to be a fucking tease about it, huh? "You are bloody wicked, you know that?" And in the seconds it took Billy to think of a comeback, Dom made a mad stretch backwards for the little drawer of the night table to pull out a condom and lube, setting them by Billy's hand. Clue; ready now. Right now.
"Oh you don't want me to draw it out, just give you a flying fuck?" Billy said, but took the lube and squeezed some out, holding up his fingers to show Dom exactly what he was doing. He slowly trailed his fingers down to the crack, made maddening little circles around it, bending his head again to swirl his tongue up and around the head of Dom's cock--oh fuck, oh Christ, he was going to explode, just fucking explode. Dom let out a harsh moan and grabbed a pillow to bite. He was going to need it if he didn't want to shout the place down. Didn't really know the neighbors upstairs yet--hoped they weren't home.
When Billy finally pushed a finger in, Dom did shout; Shit, it had been too long, and he was too worked up, and it was all just too fucking wonderful, the way he was taking his cock deep into his throat now--oh, he had to open his eyes, take a look. Aw bloody hell; no, that was just too fucking exciting. He'd been better off with his eyes closed. Dom bit into the pillow until he heard the fabric tear.
"Billy, if you keep that up . . ." He warned, and groaned in both disappointment and gratitude when Billy stopped with his mouth, but his fingers were still working, getting two now, twisting and searching. Dom moaned. Damn he was good. That hadn't taken long to find at all.
"Dom, you have no idea how sexy you look there, mate. Almost there--you like when I do that?" Billy rubbed the spot again, and Dom moaned louder and thrust back at him, more, more. Needed much more, now.
Speech had failed him, he was just one writhing mess now, moaning and clutching as Billy entered him with three fingers, but he did have the presence of mind to register Billy's words, "You think you can help me out now, mate? Or do you want me to stop here."
"Don't stop," he muttered, realizing of course, how rude--he hadn't prepared Billy yet. With fingers gone clumsy he tore at the condom package and reached for Billy's cock as Billy slid around to make reaching easier. He slid on the condom then lubed it up nice and thick, using both hands and a cork screwing motion that soon had Billy groaning and panting, thrusting into him. Dom was highly tempted to push in a finger as well, just to show him he wasn't anybody's little bitch, but Billy moved away then, and he was so ready to be fucked, he didn't have the will left to delay it any longer. Next time. Fucking yes, next time.
Billy pushed Dom's legs up to his chest, hovered over him, just lightly pressed at his entrance, and whispered, "Enough teasing?" Dom would never forget that look, a look of absolute sweet love, total cherish. Warmth seemed to spread all through him.
Dom nodded. Then thoughts fled again, for he was being entered, oh, slowly, gently, but fuck it, he needed so much more. "I'm not going to break, fuck it," he gasped. Billy humphed and pushed in hard. "Oh fuck!" Dom shouted. Good hurt. Good fucking hurt. More.
He clutched at Billy's arse and thrust back against him, and Billy got the hint, started pumping hard into him, sweat starting to trickle down his chest, his eyes glazed over with pleasure, his lips open--Dom pulled him down to kiss him hard, moving against him, wrapping his legs around to keep him deep in, slamming down to that one spot--oh he was going to start screaming soon; it was so fucking good. He threw his head back and Billy kissed and nibbled his neck as he made noises--maybe words, but the only thing clear was "Billy, Billy . . .fuck . . ."
And it didn't matter if neither of them was touching him; he was quickly hitting the point of no return--he reached down to help himself over the edge but Billy was faster, pumping him in his hand then the world whited out and he was screaming and coming in violent shudders as Billy pounded into him. He was still high on the peak when he dimly heard Billy's choked groan, then Billy stiffened and came too, clutching and clawing at his arse--cripes, how funny was that--just like a girl. Then he collapsed on top, a ridiculous grin on his face. Cunt. Adorable cunt.
They lay there a few minutes, then Billy got up and pulled out, taking care to clean up a bit, picking up the wrappers, disposing of them, washing up in the bathroom, and bringing back a warm washcloth for Dom to clean up. "Just because I can't sleep with wet spots all over," he said in a low voice and a smirk. Dom rolled his eyes and cleaned himself up, threw the washcloth in the general direction of the hamper, and pulled Billy back into bed.
"Should we go back and watch the movies?"
"Mmph," was Billy's reply into his neck where he'd burrowed his face. "Later. G'night, Dom." Dom was still trying to think of anything appropriate to say to that when the sound of light snoring told him Billy was already asleep.
"Later then, my sweet," he agreed, yawning, and threw a leftover shoe to hit the light switch.
Then he fell asleep.
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TBC
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