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Peacekeepr, BB/DM/SA NC-17
Title: Peacekeeper
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom/Sean A.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Not that Dom’s given it too much thought.
Archive: Little Things only, please.
Disclaimer: Never happened, I swear it.
Notes: so![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
captnobvious says to me, “sean astin doesn’t get enough threesome action.” i say, “yeah.” she says, “make it so.” and so, i did. hope you like it, honey! much love to o4fuxache for the beta (and the title!)
I’m going to kill him, is what Dom is thinking. Honest to God just jump out of this chair and wrap my hands around his little neck and squeeze.
But of course, he doesn’t. Instead, he does what he is supposed to do, which is laugh politely and nod along with the story. The same story he’s heard nearly seven bazillion times. Despite the fact that, each time, homicide sounds just that much better to him.
“And it was just amazing, the way that Peter was able to take all of these elements, this tremendous amount of layers, and apply them all into one component and create this world, this world that Tolkien initially envisioned, and just make it possible, you know?”
Sean needed to shut up. Honestly. It’s not that Dom disagrees with him. No, he’s just as impressed and inspired as Sean and everyone else by what Peter had created. But seriously, if Sean talks about elements and layers one more time, Dom might. Just. Lose it.
“Peter showed us that, as a director, you can take one element, and combine it with –“
“Excuse me,” Dom stands suddenly, unable to hide his irritation any longer. “Which way to the loo?”
The interviewer points him in the right direction and Dom bolts. It’s strange – Sean was always like this. Excitable, overly enthusiastic. Talkative. Rambling. Annoying as fuck. It never quite bothered Dom, though. Must be the jet lag.
Dom sits in the small stall and tries to calm himself down. No need to come off like a total arse during the interview, right? Deep breath and just go back in there, sit in the silly director’s chairs they have set up, and tune Sean out. Tell a joke or two, carry on the Dom And Billy Show as if he’s not even there.
He can do it. He’s an actor, right? Right.
On with the show.
The trouble with Billy is Dom can never actually hide anything from him for long. Call it natural intuition, or the fact that his boyfriend just knows him too damn well, but they’re back in their hotel room for less than ten minutes when Billy says, “What the hell was that all about?”
Dom considers his options. Play dumb. Blame the jet lag, the crazy press schedule they’re all being overwhelmed with. Say he’s knackered, needs a nap.
But Dom knows that Billy knows just how much Dom thrives on all that. Unlike most of the cast, he is able to run on adrenaline through a week of press junkets and only collapse, exhausted, when it’s through. He’s seen Dom do it twice before.
So he opts for honesty. And, honestly, he lets it loose.
“I can’t fucking take him much longer, Bill!”
Billy doesn’t question who, just looks at him.
“He just– he just never stops talking! He dominates the entire interview with the same sodding stories over and over and—you can’t tell me you’re not sick of hearing about his goddamned foot, can you?” He doesn’t allow Billy to answer, just continues on, he’s rolling now. “No, you can’t! Everyone is sick of it – I’ll bet even the bloody press is sick of it!”
Billy smirks. “Yeah, it’s almost like that splinter story.”
Dom gapes. “That’s completely different! Entirely! And speaking of feet, he has to go an tell precisely how many days we wore our feet – I mean, what kind of anal, ridiculous idiot counts things like that?”
Billy stifles a snort and attempts a serious expression. “An idiot like Sean?”
“Yes! Can you believe him? And don’t even get me started on his weight – if I have to hear one more bloody time about how he had to gain weight—as if no one’s ever gained weight for a part before! And it’s not as if he’s had trouble getting rid of it, he looks positively great now, and—why are you laughing?”
Billy’s practically wiping tears from his eyes. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.”
“See what?” Dom sits on the bed, pouting. Billy could at least attempt sympathy for him.
“You want to shag Sean!” And he’s laughing again, the total prick, and Dom can’t believe it.
“I what!?
“You want to bugger him so bad it’s killing you!”
“Billy I—that’s completely not true! I don’t even want to be around him, let alone shag him!”
“Don’t worry, I’m not jealous, love. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m having a shower.” Billy begins to strip, still chuckling softly to himself. “You’re welcome to join me, but if you yell out his name, I won’t be pleased.”
And with that, he saunters toward the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.
Of course, he’s right. Or, at least, he’s not completely wrong. It isn’t as if the thought had never occurred to Dom. He might have considered it once or twice. Pictured what it might be like to kiss Sean, touch him. Possibly had a nice wank while watching Rudy.
That’s not abnormal for a completely platonic, heterosexual friendship, right?
Maybe a little. But what’s even more annoying than that realization is that Billy knows. And he doesn’t care.
Not that he’d really expect him to. In their three years together, it’s not as if they haven’t shared their bed with a third party before. On the contrary. However, it’s never been one of their friends. Dom wonders if Billy really wouldn’t care.
Christ, Dom. He shakes his head. As if Sean would ever go for something like that. He’s too…Sean. Responsible. Vanilla. Married.
Dom lies back on the bed and rubs his hands over his face.
But what if he did.
What if he were the threesome type, the type of bloke you never quite expected to be a kinky little bastard, but once you have him naked and sweating above you, he’s like an animal.
What if he wanted him – them, Dom thinks. What if he thought about it, thought about what it would feel like above Dom, under him. Inside.
If he wanted Dom inside, pushing into Sean’s hard body, running his hands up and down his sides, licking down his sweating back.
And this was just perfect. Not only did Billy have him thinking about it, but now he was hard.
What an absolute prick.
The next day, Dom finds himself restless, distracted. He blames Billy, of course, and not his own overactive imagination. No, it’s all Billy’s fault that he’s been plagued with mental pictures of Sean in bed. Sean naked. Sean sucking Billy’s cock, Dom sucking Sean’s.
Dom on his hands and knees, Sean’s cock down his throat, Sean’s fingers making patterns across his scalp, Billy deep inside him, plunging him forward, further onto Sean’s length and then thrusting back, onto Billy’s cock as he pushes deep inside, pushing against his prostate.
Not that Dom’s given it too much thought.
It doesn’t help that Elijah is still in New York on his own interview circuit and isn’t here to complete the Hobbit foursome, and now let’s not even go there. But the point is that Dom is forced to spend all of his time with Billy and Sean.
Billy suggests they go to a club, nothing too wild but something to “get rid of some of your energy, eh? You’re positively vibrating, Dom,” he says with a smile.
Smug prick.
Hours later, they’re sitting in a booth at this ridiculously trendy LA club that he and Elijah used to frequent, sipping on their beers and checking out the people. LA truly is the best place to people watch, Dom’s learned this, and soon he has Sean and Billy in tears with his commentary.
Just like old times, and it’s comforting. He hasn’t thought of shagging Sean up against the wall since they arrived. Except for just now, but that’s incidental. Dom chooses to ignore it, and points out a bleached-blond little twink in leather instead.
Sean laughs, “Not my type,” and there it is. Get over it, Dom.
“So, what is your type, Sean?” Billy asks, subtly winking at Dom, and what the fuck is his boyfriend doing?
“Christine,” Sean answers automatically, and Billy shakes his head, “No, in men, Sean.”
All that rage directed toward Sean yesterday? Yeah, it’s all on Billy now.
“In men?” Sean puts down his mug and ponders this, and Dom can’t believe he isn’t hysterically laughing or scoffing, or doing something to show his heterosexuality like chopping wood.
Not that there’s any wood around. Er.
“I suppose someone like us,” Sean finally answers. “No one too showy, nothing too Hollywood like that guy.” He gestures toward the blond, who is now sashaying his hips to the beat with another, larger, leather-clad guy. “Down to earth. Pretty eyes are always a plus.”
Billy is nodding, but Dom is gaping at him in shock.
Well, this – this changes everything, doesn’t it?
Dom is positively writhing. Billy’s hands are doing wonderful things to him and, after tonight, it hasn’t taken long for Billy to wind him tight as a bow. His face is centimeters from Dom’s, his hand steadily moving on his cock, and he speaks.
“Why don’t we just ask him?”
Billy’s wrist twists and Dom gasps out a broken “what?”
“Ask Sean to join us, get this out of your system, love.” His thumb swipes over Dom’s cockhead and Dom cries out, though he’s not sure if it’s from Billy’s fingers or his words. “Can’t have you so distracted when the premieres start, can we?”
“Billy…” Dom’s far to gone to have this conversation now, possibly at all, and Billy’s inside him approximately 0.3 seconds when he’s coming hard, screaming “yes, yes!”
It isn’t until the next day that Dom realizes Billy took that as his answer.
“I can’t believe you.” Dom is shaking his head, not sure whether he should be really pissed off or hysterically laughing with glee. “You fucking asked him?”
Billy nods.
“And he said—“
“He said yes, Dom,” Billy chuckles at his boyfriend, who suddenly looks like a kid on Christmas morning. “Now eat your breakfast, you’re going to need your strength.”
Dom picks up his mango-guava-banana juice, and if that isn’t a gay drink he doesn’t know what is, but who cares? “I love you, you Scottish prick.”
Billy grins, smug. “I know.”
It’s a question that Dom’s never quite thought he’d have to ask himself, but sitting on the bed, he’s wondering. How exactly does one begin when having a planned threesome?
He’s never actually planned one before. They’ve always just kind of happened, he and Billy hooking up with someone on the dance floor, or meeting someone at a convention, and one thing leading to another.
It’s never been, like, ‘ok at seven o’clock we commence the sex.’
Which is why he’s sitting on the bed in his hotel room, staring at Sean and not moving.
Luckily for him, Billy knows how to take action. He moves forward, toward Dom, and kisses him softly. “Relax,” he whispers, softly enough that Sean won’t hear. “It’s just me and Sean.”
Um, exactly.
But then Billy is kissing him harder and then lower, and Dom does begin to relax. Billy slowly removes his own clothing and begins on Dom’s, kissing his way down each button, following the fly of his jeans with his tongue.
Dom opens his eyes at looks at Sean, who is still fully clothed on the bed. As Billy’s tongue explores the inside of Dom’s thighs, Sean’s hand moves between his own and begins to rub at the hardness there.
He seems content enough to watch for now, but that isn’t what Dom wants, and he lets him know by reaching out for him, his fingers just making Sean’s knee.
Sean, wonderfully intuitive lad, stands and unbuttons his own pants, slipping them and his shoes off and pulling his shirt over his head. He stands there, naked, and it’s just about everything Dom has imagined, except so much more.
He’s lean, muscular, and Dom will surely tell him to shut the fuck up the next time he brings up his weight gain, because he looks just— stunning. Perfect. Edible.
“C’mere,” Dom whisper-moans to him, not capable of much more what with Billy’s tongue lapping at his cock expertly.
Sean crawls up the bed, half-lying next to Dom and leans forward. Kisses him, once softly, then once more. He kisses differently than Billy, less greedy and more gentle, but that’s Sean. His tongue is moving inside Dom’s mouth, and Dom sucks on it, thrusting up into Billy’s mouth at the same time, imagining what else he might get the chance to suck on before the night is through.
When Sean breaks away, panting, Dom whimpers at the loss, but is pleasantly surprised when Sean’s mouth begins to move over Dom’s chest, licking and sucking at each nipple before moving lower to meet Billy in a sloppy kiss.
Dom finds the strength to prop himself up on his elbows, not able to bear missing the sight of Billy and Sean, their tongues moving in and out of each other’s mouths and over his cock. Billy moves back and allows Sean better access, and Sean doesn’t hesitate in taking Dom into his mouth.
Dom can’t help but buck up, push himself deeper into Sean’s mouth, and he’s really hoping that Sean has done this before – though if technique gives any indication of that, he’s an old pro – because he’s so turned on that he can’t help himself.
But Sean seems to be enjoying himself. He hums around Dom’s cock, sending shivers straight through Dom and he cries out, he’s close, and Billy rubs at his chest soothingly.
But it’s all too much for Dom. He tries to speak – “stop, stop,” and touches the top of Sean’s head, runs his hand through his short hair and gently stills him.
Sean looks up and it’s absolutely insane – his mouth is wet, shining with saliva and come and his eyes are impossibly green. His hair, mussed from Dom’s hands, is sticking up slightly, and it makes him look young and so, so sexy.
“Want to touch you…”
Sean grins, lopsided, and moves up to kiss Dom again. Dom sits up, kisses him back hungrily, and tastes himself on Sean’s tongue. His hands are moving frantically over Sean’s body, eager to touch as much skin as possible, afraid he may never get this chance again.
He pushes Sean back onto the bed and continues to explore his body with hands and lips. As he straddles his hands and legs over Sean’s body, he feels Billy moving behind him. Soon Billy’s hands mirror his own, running up and down Dom’s torso. They stop at his arse and Dom’s mouth pauses in its ministrations when a slick finger slips inside him.
Billy leans forward and bites at Dom’s neck, and Dom shudders again, his skin so over-sensitized that Billy’s mouth on his neck is likely to make him come. “You gonna fuck me, Bill?”
Billy shakes his head against Dom’s neck, kissing him once more before pulling back and saying, “No, Sean is.”
Oh, Jesus.
And suddenly, somehow, Dom’s turned around so that he’s on top of Billy, and Sean’s fingers have replaced Billy’s inside him. His fingers are larger and they move more confidently that Dom would have expected.
Dom’s kissing Billy as Sean prepares him and he whispers to him, “What about you?”
Billy grins and hands him a small tube – another one? “You’re going to fuck me, love.”
His boyfriend was so smart.
And then Sean’s mouth is against Dom’s ear, “Are you ready?” and he so is. He nods furiously and then Sean is sliding inside him, filling him and it’s so fucking good Dom thinks he might die.
Billy allows him a few moments to adjust before he grows impatient, running a slick hand over Dom’s cock, “my turn,” he growls and Dom hastily prepares him before entering.
The feeling of being inside someone and having someone inside him is something Dom has experienced before, but it’s never been quite like this.
Billy is pushing up into Dom, building their familiar rhythm, and Sean is thrusting in and out, hot and hard, moving Dom through the most painfully fantastic push-pull of his life.
When Billy comes over Dom’s hand, it’s almost too much to bear, and Dom can feel it building inside him, the sharp tingle through his spine, and he arches, driving himself deeper into Billy and comes. It’s a few more thrusts before Sean comes, too, and the two collapse onto the bed in a heap of sweaty limbs, careful not to crush Billy, who is lying satiated beneath them.
It’s not the most aerobic sex Dom’s ever had, nor the most romantic, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt so satisfied in his life.
He leans over to press a kiss to Billy’s temple, moving his sweaty hair off his forehead, and smiles.
As he lies in bed, wrapped in the arms of Sean and Billy, listening to their soft snores and steady breathing, Dom smiles sleepily. “I don’t want to kill you guys anymore,” he mumbles, before drifting off himself.
End.
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom/Sean A.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Not that Dom’s given it too much thought.
Archive: Little Things only, please.
Disclaimer: Never happened, I swear it.
Notes: so
captnobvious says to me, “sean astin doesn’t get enough threesome action.” i say, “yeah.” she says, “make it so.” and so, i did. hope you like it, honey! much love to o4fuxache for the beta (and the title!)Peacekeeper
I’m going to kill him, is what Dom is thinking. Honest to God just jump out of this chair and wrap my hands around his little neck and squeeze.
But of course, he doesn’t. Instead, he does what he is supposed to do, which is laugh politely and nod along with the story. The same story he’s heard nearly seven bazillion times. Despite the fact that, each time, homicide sounds just that much better to him.
“And it was just amazing, the way that Peter was able to take all of these elements, this tremendous amount of layers, and apply them all into one component and create this world, this world that Tolkien initially envisioned, and just make it possible, you know?”
Sean needed to shut up. Honestly. It’s not that Dom disagrees with him. No, he’s just as impressed and inspired as Sean and everyone else by what Peter had created. But seriously, if Sean talks about elements and layers one more time, Dom might. Just. Lose it.
“Peter showed us that, as a director, you can take one element, and combine it with –“
“Excuse me,” Dom stands suddenly, unable to hide his irritation any longer. “Which way to the loo?”
The interviewer points him in the right direction and Dom bolts. It’s strange – Sean was always like this. Excitable, overly enthusiastic. Talkative. Rambling. Annoying as fuck. It never quite bothered Dom, though. Must be the jet lag.
Dom sits in the small stall and tries to calm himself down. No need to come off like a total arse during the interview, right? Deep breath and just go back in there, sit in the silly director’s chairs they have set up, and tune Sean out. Tell a joke or two, carry on the Dom And Billy Show as if he’s not even there.
He can do it. He’s an actor, right? Right.
On with the show.
The trouble with Billy is Dom can never actually hide anything from him for long. Call it natural intuition, or the fact that his boyfriend just knows him too damn well, but they’re back in their hotel room for less than ten minutes when Billy says, “What the hell was that all about?”
Dom considers his options. Play dumb. Blame the jet lag, the crazy press schedule they’re all being overwhelmed with. Say he’s knackered, needs a nap.
But Dom knows that Billy knows just how much Dom thrives on all that. Unlike most of the cast, he is able to run on adrenaline through a week of press junkets and only collapse, exhausted, when it’s through. He’s seen Dom do it twice before.
So he opts for honesty. And, honestly, he lets it loose.
“I can’t fucking take him much longer, Bill!”
Billy doesn’t question who, just looks at him.
“He just– he just never stops talking! He dominates the entire interview with the same sodding stories over and over and—you can’t tell me you’re not sick of hearing about his goddamned foot, can you?” He doesn’t allow Billy to answer, just continues on, he’s rolling now. “No, you can’t! Everyone is sick of it – I’ll bet even the bloody press is sick of it!”
Billy smirks. “Yeah, it’s almost like that splinter story.”
Dom gapes. “That’s completely different! Entirely! And speaking of feet, he has to go an tell precisely how many days we wore our feet – I mean, what kind of anal, ridiculous idiot counts things like that?”
Billy stifles a snort and attempts a serious expression. “An idiot like Sean?”
“Yes! Can you believe him? And don’t even get me started on his weight – if I have to hear one more bloody time about how he had to gain weight—as if no one’s ever gained weight for a part before! And it’s not as if he’s had trouble getting rid of it, he looks positively great now, and—why are you laughing?”
Billy’s practically wiping tears from his eyes. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.”
“See what?” Dom sits on the bed, pouting. Billy could at least attempt sympathy for him.
“You want to shag Sean!” And he’s laughing again, the total prick, and Dom can’t believe it.
“I what!?
“You want to bugger him so bad it’s killing you!”
“Billy I—that’s completely not true! I don’t even want to be around him, let alone shag him!”
“Don’t worry, I’m not jealous, love. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m having a shower.” Billy begins to strip, still chuckling softly to himself. “You’re welcome to join me, but if you yell out his name, I won’t be pleased.”
And with that, he saunters toward the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.
Of course, he’s right. Or, at least, he’s not completely wrong. It isn’t as if the thought had never occurred to Dom. He might have considered it once or twice. Pictured what it might be like to kiss Sean, touch him. Possibly had a nice wank while watching Rudy.
That’s not abnormal for a completely platonic, heterosexual friendship, right?
Maybe a little. But what’s even more annoying than that realization is that Billy knows. And he doesn’t care.
Not that he’d really expect him to. In their three years together, it’s not as if they haven’t shared their bed with a third party before. On the contrary. However, it’s never been one of their friends. Dom wonders if Billy really wouldn’t care.
Christ, Dom. He shakes his head. As if Sean would ever go for something like that. He’s too…Sean. Responsible. Vanilla. Married.
Dom lies back on the bed and rubs his hands over his face.
But what if he did.
What if he were the threesome type, the type of bloke you never quite expected to be a kinky little bastard, but once you have him naked and sweating above you, he’s like an animal.
What if he wanted him – them, Dom thinks. What if he thought about it, thought about what it would feel like above Dom, under him. Inside.
If he wanted Dom inside, pushing into Sean’s hard body, running his hands up and down his sides, licking down his sweating back.
And this was just perfect. Not only did Billy have him thinking about it, but now he was hard.
What an absolute prick.
The next day, Dom finds himself restless, distracted. He blames Billy, of course, and not his own overactive imagination. No, it’s all Billy’s fault that he’s been plagued with mental pictures of Sean in bed. Sean naked. Sean sucking Billy’s cock, Dom sucking Sean’s.
Dom on his hands and knees, Sean’s cock down his throat, Sean’s fingers making patterns across his scalp, Billy deep inside him, plunging him forward, further onto Sean’s length and then thrusting back, onto Billy’s cock as he pushes deep inside, pushing against his prostate.
Not that Dom’s given it too much thought.
It doesn’t help that Elijah is still in New York on his own interview circuit and isn’t here to complete the Hobbit foursome, and now let’s not even go there. But the point is that Dom is forced to spend all of his time with Billy and Sean.
Billy suggests they go to a club, nothing too wild but something to “get rid of some of your energy, eh? You’re positively vibrating, Dom,” he says with a smile.
Smug prick.
Hours later, they’re sitting in a booth at this ridiculously trendy LA club that he and Elijah used to frequent, sipping on their beers and checking out the people. LA truly is the best place to people watch, Dom’s learned this, and soon he has Sean and Billy in tears with his commentary.
Just like old times, and it’s comforting. He hasn’t thought of shagging Sean up against the wall since they arrived. Except for just now, but that’s incidental. Dom chooses to ignore it, and points out a bleached-blond little twink in leather instead.
Sean laughs, “Not my type,” and there it is. Get over it, Dom.
“So, what is your type, Sean?” Billy asks, subtly winking at Dom, and what the fuck is his boyfriend doing?
“Christine,” Sean answers automatically, and Billy shakes his head, “No, in men, Sean.”
All that rage directed toward Sean yesterday? Yeah, it’s all on Billy now.
“In men?” Sean puts down his mug and ponders this, and Dom can’t believe he isn’t hysterically laughing or scoffing, or doing something to show his heterosexuality like chopping wood.
Not that there’s any wood around. Er.
“I suppose someone like us,” Sean finally answers. “No one too showy, nothing too Hollywood like that guy.” He gestures toward the blond, who is now sashaying his hips to the beat with another, larger, leather-clad guy. “Down to earth. Pretty eyes are always a plus.”
Billy is nodding, but Dom is gaping at him in shock.
Well, this – this changes everything, doesn’t it?
Dom is positively writhing. Billy’s hands are doing wonderful things to him and, after tonight, it hasn’t taken long for Billy to wind him tight as a bow. His face is centimeters from Dom’s, his hand steadily moving on his cock, and he speaks.
“Why don’t we just ask him?”
Billy’s wrist twists and Dom gasps out a broken “what?”
“Ask Sean to join us, get this out of your system, love.” His thumb swipes over Dom’s cockhead and Dom cries out, though he’s not sure if it’s from Billy’s fingers or his words. “Can’t have you so distracted when the premieres start, can we?”
“Billy…” Dom’s far to gone to have this conversation now, possibly at all, and Billy’s inside him approximately 0.3 seconds when he’s coming hard, screaming “yes, yes!”
It isn’t until the next day that Dom realizes Billy took that as his answer.
“I can’t believe you.” Dom is shaking his head, not sure whether he should be really pissed off or hysterically laughing with glee. “You fucking asked him?”
Billy nods.
“And he said—“
“He said yes, Dom,” Billy chuckles at his boyfriend, who suddenly looks like a kid on Christmas morning. “Now eat your breakfast, you’re going to need your strength.”
Dom picks up his mango-guava-banana juice, and if that isn’t a gay drink he doesn’t know what is, but who cares? “I love you, you Scottish prick.”
Billy grins, smug. “I know.”
It’s a question that Dom’s never quite thought he’d have to ask himself, but sitting on the bed, he’s wondering. How exactly does one begin when having a planned threesome?
He’s never actually planned one before. They’ve always just kind of happened, he and Billy hooking up with someone on the dance floor, or meeting someone at a convention, and one thing leading to another.
It’s never been, like, ‘ok at seven o’clock we commence the sex.’
Which is why he’s sitting on the bed in his hotel room, staring at Sean and not moving.
Luckily for him, Billy knows how to take action. He moves forward, toward Dom, and kisses him softly. “Relax,” he whispers, softly enough that Sean won’t hear. “It’s just me and Sean.”
Um, exactly.
But then Billy is kissing him harder and then lower, and Dom does begin to relax. Billy slowly removes his own clothing and begins on Dom’s, kissing his way down each button, following the fly of his jeans with his tongue.
Dom opens his eyes at looks at Sean, who is still fully clothed on the bed. As Billy’s tongue explores the inside of Dom’s thighs, Sean’s hand moves between his own and begins to rub at the hardness there.
He seems content enough to watch for now, but that isn’t what Dom wants, and he lets him know by reaching out for him, his fingers just making Sean’s knee.
Sean, wonderfully intuitive lad, stands and unbuttons his own pants, slipping them and his shoes off and pulling his shirt over his head. He stands there, naked, and it’s just about everything Dom has imagined, except so much more.
He’s lean, muscular, and Dom will surely tell him to shut the fuck up the next time he brings up his weight gain, because he looks just— stunning. Perfect. Edible.
“C’mere,” Dom whisper-moans to him, not capable of much more what with Billy’s tongue lapping at his cock expertly.
Sean crawls up the bed, half-lying next to Dom and leans forward. Kisses him, once softly, then once more. He kisses differently than Billy, less greedy and more gentle, but that’s Sean. His tongue is moving inside Dom’s mouth, and Dom sucks on it, thrusting up into Billy’s mouth at the same time, imagining what else he might get the chance to suck on before the night is through.
When Sean breaks away, panting, Dom whimpers at the loss, but is pleasantly surprised when Sean’s mouth begins to move over Dom’s chest, licking and sucking at each nipple before moving lower to meet Billy in a sloppy kiss.
Dom finds the strength to prop himself up on his elbows, not able to bear missing the sight of Billy and Sean, their tongues moving in and out of each other’s mouths and over his cock. Billy moves back and allows Sean better access, and Sean doesn’t hesitate in taking Dom into his mouth.
Dom can’t help but buck up, push himself deeper into Sean’s mouth, and he’s really hoping that Sean has done this before – though if technique gives any indication of that, he’s an old pro – because he’s so turned on that he can’t help himself.
But Sean seems to be enjoying himself. He hums around Dom’s cock, sending shivers straight through Dom and he cries out, he’s close, and Billy rubs at his chest soothingly.
But it’s all too much for Dom. He tries to speak – “stop, stop,” and touches the top of Sean’s head, runs his hand through his short hair and gently stills him.
Sean looks up and it’s absolutely insane – his mouth is wet, shining with saliva and come and his eyes are impossibly green. His hair, mussed from Dom’s hands, is sticking up slightly, and it makes him look young and so, so sexy.
“Want to touch you…”
Sean grins, lopsided, and moves up to kiss Dom again. Dom sits up, kisses him back hungrily, and tastes himself on Sean’s tongue. His hands are moving frantically over Sean’s body, eager to touch as much skin as possible, afraid he may never get this chance again.
He pushes Sean back onto the bed and continues to explore his body with hands and lips. As he straddles his hands and legs over Sean’s body, he feels Billy moving behind him. Soon Billy’s hands mirror his own, running up and down Dom’s torso. They stop at his arse and Dom’s mouth pauses in its ministrations when a slick finger slips inside him.
Billy leans forward and bites at Dom’s neck, and Dom shudders again, his skin so over-sensitized that Billy’s mouth on his neck is likely to make him come. “You gonna fuck me, Bill?”
Billy shakes his head against Dom’s neck, kissing him once more before pulling back and saying, “No, Sean is.”
Oh, Jesus.
And suddenly, somehow, Dom’s turned around so that he’s on top of Billy, and Sean’s fingers have replaced Billy’s inside him. His fingers are larger and they move more confidently that Dom would have expected.
Dom’s kissing Billy as Sean prepares him and he whispers to him, “What about you?”
Billy grins and hands him a small tube – another one? “You’re going to fuck me, love.”
His boyfriend was so smart.
And then Sean’s mouth is against Dom’s ear, “Are you ready?” and he so is. He nods furiously and then Sean is sliding inside him, filling him and it’s so fucking good Dom thinks he might die.
Billy allows him a few moments to adjust before he grows impatient, running a slick hand over Dom’s cock, “my turn,” he growls and Dom hastily prepares him before entering.
The feeling of being inside someone and having someone inside him is something Dom has experienced before, but it’s never been quite like this.
Billy is pushing up into Dom, building their familiar rhythm, and Sean is thrusting in and out, hot and hard, moving Dom through the most painfully fantastic push-pull of his life.
When Billy comes over Dom’s hand, it’s almost too much to bear, and Dom can feel it building inside him, the sharp tingle through his spine, and he arches, driving himself deeper into Billy and comes. It’s a few more thrusts before Sean comes, too, and the two collapse onto the bed in a heap of sweaty limbs, careful not to crush Billy, who is lying satiated beneath them.
It’s not the most aerobic sex Dom’s ever had, nor the most romantic, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt so satisfied in his life.
He leans over to press a kiss to Billy’s temple, moving his sweaty hair off his forehead, and smiles.
As he lies in bed, wrapped in the arms of Sean and Billy, listening to their soft snores and steady breathing, Dom smiles sleepily. “I don’t want to kill you guys anymore,” he mumbles, before drifting off himself.
End.