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Grab Me Gently Pt 2
Title: Grab Me Gently 2/2
Author: Pippin (McTaggart_Pegg@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: NC-17
Warning:This part's even longer--sorry about that; little less Teh Funny, lot more Teh Hot. You've officially been warned. :)
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, never met 'em. *sigh*
Summary: Billy breaks his finger while surfing. Good thing Dom's there to help him out.
Feedback: Yes please--I'm a feedback junkie. Give me a fix?
Huge thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
1420 and vanaofthevalar for the enormous help in beta-ing (and dealing with pronouns). It wouldn't be the same without them.
EDIT: Unbeknownst to me,strawberryelfsp wrote a killer Drugged!Billy prior to my arrival on LJ. Go read hers too, it's fantastic.
First part can be found here
The movie hadn't been on very long before the Demerol obviously began to kick in. First, the ice was discarded on the coffee table. Then Billy began to slouch deep into the sofa. Finally he began inserting random comments--like, "lead pencils aren't really made of lead, you know"--into the movie. Dom was sure there was probably a connection, but it was so tenuous he couldn't find it. Felt like he needed to take the edge off his sanity in order to spend any more time with him, and quickly downed a few whiskeys to make it more interesting. Was still in control, could still watch out for Bill--but found him slightly more amusing. Left a full glass on the coffee table to nurse for the rest of the evening. After a quick trip to the loo, he didn't notice his glass was no longer on the table.
Didn't notice, that is, until Billy spilled a bit when he suddenly sat bolt upright and began shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Dom! Oh my God, Dom, lookit the fuckin' mushrooms!" It was the Nutcracker Suite portion of the movie, always one of Dom's favourites. But it seemed to upset Billy.
Dom grabbed the glass, took it from him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? You can't drink!"
"Dom! The mushrooms! The fucking mushrooms!" Billy continued bellowing.
"Yeah, what about them?" he asked with a growing smile.
"They're fucking dancing, Dom! They can't do that!" He flopped back, covering his eyes with his left arm.
Dom started to laugh.
"It's not funny!" Billy wailed. "They can't do that!"
He tried to stifle his chuckles. "Why not, Bill?"
"Because they can't! They're Chinese! Fucking Chinese, Dom!"
Dom giggled, bit his lip. "You want me to fast-forward the mushrooms, Bill?"
"Just get rid of them!"
Dom hit the skip button on the remote. Sorcerer's Apprentice? Better let him calm down a bit, first. Kept skipping. Ah, the lovely Pastoral Symphony. A little cloying, but it should make Billy happy. He let it play. "Okay, Bill, they're gone."
Billy peeked out between his fingers. Dropped his hand. A smile slowly grew on his face. He giggled.
Dom grinned. "Better?"
"Lookit. They're cute. Who's the fat guy?"
"I think that's Bacchus."
"I want wine too. Wine, women and song. Only no women. Wine and song."
"You can have the song," Dom offered.
"Want wine."
"No. Not with drugs."
"You're no fun."
"Too bad."
"Let's have some fun, Dom." Billy dropped sideways to lay on the sofa, his head on Dom's thigh (safely down by his knee, so Dom let him stay), looked up beseechingly.
"We are having fun," he said firmly.
"Boring fun. I want fun fun. Let's go dancing!"
Dom grinned. "I don't think that would be wise."
"Please?"
"No. Quit your whingeing. How about Mickey Mouse?"
"Oh. Okay," he said cheerfully, leaving his head on Dom's knee as he turned back to the TV.
Dom struggled not to start laughing again, settling instead for quickly scrubbing a hand through his hair. Had to bite his lip as Billy literally ooh'd and ahh'd over Mickey's pyrotechnics. Dom grew wrapped up in the story and music, and especially the actual drama. The mouse was fucking acting, man. Incredible. As a result he didn't notice until too late that Billy had gone silent. Didn't notice until the trembling started.
"Billy? What is it?" he asked quietly.
Billy didn't answer, just lay there shaking, his left hand making little shooing motions.
"Billy?" Dom put a hand on his shoulder, gave it a squeeze.
"Aaaaiiieee!" Billy shrieked, thrashed, fell onto the floor.
"The fuck--" Dom leaned forward to look down at him. "What the hell is wrong?"
Billy didn't look up. Lay there staring at the floor. "They were--and then--everywhere!" he stammered, shaken.
"What were, Billy?" Dom asked gently. God, he seemed truly frightened.
"The--the broomsticks. Fucking everywhere, Dom!"
"It's just a movie, Billy, it's okay."
"I know it's just a movie," he snapped. "But they--first--and then--"
"Come on back up, Bills. Come up here with me."
Billy literally crawled up on to the sofa, and curled up tightly beside Dom, laying his head on Dom's lap once again.
Dom stroked Billy's hair with one hand, rubbed up and down his arm with the other. "You really shouldn't have touched that whiskey, I think it's fucked you right up. What did you see?"
"They started multiplying. On--on the telly. You saw, right?"
"Yes," Dom agreed. "They were multiplying."
"They--they menaced. Evil brooms, Dom. And then--then--then they weren't on the telly. They were in here, in the room. Filling up the room. Coming towards me, Dom. And one of them grabbed me!"
"No, that was me. I'm sorry I frightened you, but it was me."
"Oh. But--oh. Really?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, Billy, this is my fault. This movie really wasn't a good idea."
"I don't want to watch it anymore, okay Dom?"
"Okay, Billy. I'm turning it off. Just a suggestion, while I think of it--don't ever, ever try acid, okay? You wouldn't survive."
They watched TV instead. Just some action flick with fast cars and pretty girls and lots of innuendo. Dom absently kept stroking Billy's hair, trying to keep him calm while the whiskey wore off. It would take longer for the Demerol, of course.
Billy slowly relaxed, the tension in his body easing bit by bit. Talked a little, but eventually even that, too, stopped, until Dom was fairly sure he'd fallen asleep. A little later Billy rolled over, and yes, his eyes were closed as he tucked his face up against the pocket of Dom's (Billy's) jeans.
Dom breathed slowly, evenly, and refused those thoughts entry. Steadfastly returned his attention to the television.
A car chase, a lot of pseudo-threatening dialogue, and a drawn-out sex scene later, Dom gradually became aware of a growing heat in his groin. He shifted, but it didn't lessen. Odd, that, because the actress in this movie really wasn't his cup of tea, never mind the actor, and sure, it was a sex scene, but it honestly wasn't all that hot, and--His thoughts froze in mid-stream when he felt a gentle tugging at his waistband. He looked down.
Billy's mouth was open, directly over the area of Dom's cock, a fraction of an inch away from the denim. He was breathing deeply, hotly, the warmth seeping through and enveloping Dom, making him hard. His eyes were still closed, but the fingers of his left hand were delicately feeling at the button, then popping it open.
"Billy, stop," Dom said in a low voice. The hand that wasn't in Billy's hair clenched tight at his side.
Billy didn't answer. Continued blowing hot, and now humidity started to seep through the thick fabric too. He pulled the zipper down.
Dom swallowed involuntarily. Rather than decreasing the heat, having his pants open only served to intensify it, as Billy's slow breath now didn't have to weave its way through the denim. "Billy, I mean it, cut it out," he rasped. The fingers still threaded in his spiky hair tried to push his head away.
Billy simply gripped the gaping waistband tightly. The further away Dom pushed his head, the further down his pants were pulled. And every time he backed off, Billy put his mouth right back where it started, making Dom's cock throb without ever touching it.
"Billy--no."
"Yes," he murmured between breaths.
"No, I can't--not…"
"No? Why not?"
Dom shifted, trying to move himself away from Billy, who still clenched his pants in one hand. "Because--'cos--it's not right…" he stammered desperately. He hoped Billy would back off, because at this point he wasn't gong to be able to move far. His knees were water.
"Oh, it's right, Dom," Billy said. "You're the only one who hasn't seen it yet."
"What the hell does that mean? And leave my pants alone," Dom said quickly.
"Everyone knows how I feel about you but you. My pants, do what I want with 'em. I've been waiting for you to realize you want me too. Stupid pillock."
"No--you're just--high. Fucking drugged up."
"Am I?" He paused. Snickered. "Guess I am. Which just means I'm finally doing something about it. Not before time." He suddenly grabbed the waistband of Dom's boxers and yanked them down, freeing Dom's erection.
"Billy, I can't take advantage--" he nearly swallowed his tongue as two hot, moist lips took in the head of his cock.
Billy briefly sucked hard, making Dom's hips buck of their own volition. He opened his mouth, releasing him, and smiling, said, "Then I will."
"No--" he whispered, resolve crumbling.
"Oh, yes." Billy's eyes tilted up to Dom's. The green burned, even through his eyelashes. Keeping his eyes locked on Dom's, he slowly licked up the full length, from balls to dripping tip. Then licked his lips.
Dom moaned. He was hopelessly, helplessly lost.
Billy rose to his knees, sank his head down. Took Dom's stiff erection fully, deeply into his throat.
"Oh God…" Dom shuddered.
Billy pulled his mouth away. "Ow. Ow." He sat back, lifted his right hand up from where he had been partially leaning on it. Looked at it. "Ow."
"Billy--" Dom looked at him with glazed eyes. "You okay?"
"Ow. Yeah. Forgot." Put his hand ridiculously high in the air, awkwardly shuffled off the sofa, nearly falling over the edge. Dom grabbed his elbow to steady him.
"Billy--"
"Hold your horses, I'm coming."
It startled a snort of laughter from Dom. "No--this really isn't the best idea. Why don't we--"
"Why don't you shut your trap?" Billy maneuvered himself around until he was kneeling on the floor between Dom's thighs. Propped himself up with his arms over Dom's knees, carefully keeping his right hand out to the side. Used the very end of his pointy tongue to drive all thoughts of noble protest out of Dom's mind.
"Ohh…I--oh God, Billy--" His head fell back against the sofa.
Billy lifted his eyes. "Can you tell me you don't want me?"
Dom couldn't.
Billy continued to swirl his tongue around Dom's cock. "Can you tell me you don't want this?"
No.
Billy flicked his tongue down to tease Dom's balls. Dom's breath shivered in and out, his hand shot out to grip Billy's bicep. "Can you tell me this isn't right?"
Godnosoright.
Billy licked the vein standing rigidly out on the side of Dom's hard, twitching erection. "You taste like walnuts. No, pistachios." Sucked on the head. "Both. Waltachios. You taste waltachio."
Dom wanted to tell him to shut up. Wanted to tell him to have one really good long hard cheek-hollowing taste, then. Now. He even tried to get the words out. "Bill--" But the second the name started to pass his lips, Billy once again went down on him, that small hot wet tight mouth drawing the very skin back from his bones, setting his hips thrusting and jerking, nothing but bone and air and heat.
Billy lifted his mouth. "Want to tell me to shut up?"
Nononono, wouldn't dream of it. Don't stop, don't stop--
"Don't stop," he said raggedly, both hands now clutching at Billy.
"I won't stop," Billy promised. "But I'm going to make you beg."
"Oh God--Billy, please--"
He sat back on his haunches, frowning a little. "Not yet, you daft bugger. Fuck, can't you let me have at least a little fun tonight?"
Dom couldn't help but laugh, if breathlessly. "Get on with it then. And--don't take too long, yeah?"
Billy grinned wickedly, eyes glittering. Leaned back over Dom, who closed his eyes in anticipation. "No--open them. Watch."
Dom took a deep breath, opened his eyes. Watched Billy's mouth as it descended over his throbbing cock. Watched as Billy scraped gently with his teeth and his hips arched up sharply, like they belonged to someone else. Watched as Billy slid his mouth up, lowered it down. Heard low growling noises. Realized he was making them.
Billy released him again. Crouched down to kiss, caress, lick the inside creases of Dom's thighs, making him tremble. He murmured, "Going to fall apart for me."
"Billy--"
"Going to come so hard you'll think I've turned your cock inside out."
"Oh God--"
He licked the length of Dom's erection once again, ending with a swirl around the tip. "Tell me you want me."
"Fuck yes. Want--need--"
"How long, Dom? How long have you been looking at me like that? Itching to touch me, to make me hard, make me come?" Billy spoke in a low, rough voice, his left hand gripping Dom's cock tightly and giving a swift pull.
Dom thrust and bucked into Billy's hand, moaning, the pressure mounting, craving release like a junkie.
Billy let him go. Blew air gently over his twitching, aching, engorged cock. "How long?"
"Weeks," Dom managed, long fingers grasping Billy's arms in desperation.
"Just weeks?"
"No. Months. Billy, for Chrissake--"
Billy sucked him once, hard, then wetly licked him around and around.
Dom whined.
Billy nearly came in his pants, the sound was so hot, so needy. He just fucking whined. He pressed his own erection against the edge of the sofa, hard. "Need something, Dom?"
"Need…"
"Tell me."
"You. Need your tongue," Dom forced the words out as Billy obliged, continued to draw him tauter and tighter. An elastic about to snap. "Please, Billy--give me your mouth. Fuck. Please," he begged.
Billy took him in his mouth, moaned, the vibration traveling down Dom's cock and straight to the pit of his belly, fracturing his tenuous control.
"Please Billy, pleasepleasepleaseohfuckplease--" and he shattered, fell apart, tripping tumbling stumbling over the precipice, driving himself into Billy's mouth.
Billy sucked, swallowed, forgot to breathe, had never been so aroused in his life. Kept working Dom with his tongue as he shuddered, jerked, bucked, groaned, gasped, arched as far into Billy's throat as he could. Billy watched him, saw the line of his throat, the way his head was thrown back, saw the sheen of sweat on his skin, the way one hand went up behind his head and stiff fingers dug into the sofa, finally gripping and pulling at the cushion. The way he ever so slowly subsided, relaxing almost muscle by muscle. Except when short, sharp aftershocks made him shake.
Billy gently twirled his tongue around once more, enjoying the noise, the twitch it produced from Dom. He slowly released him, straightened his back. Looked at Dom, who gradually opened his eyes.
"Fuck," Dom breathed with the ghost of a smile.
Billy smirked.
Dom suddenly lunged forward, kissed Billy hard. Held his head between his long strong hands. Forced open Billy's mouth with his tongue and took possession like he was never moving out. Tasted sweatsalt and himself, something that would now forever be defined as waltachio.
Billy moaned into his mouth. Trembled. Somehow, his Demerol-limited thought processes had completely forgotten about the possibilities inherent in kissing. He was confused, taken by surprise, felt distinctly overstimulated. Loved it. Felt a bubble in his stomach and his breath hitched. His hands crept up to either side of Dom's neck.
Dom pulled his mouth away, went to Billy's ear. "Watch your hand," he warned softly, then bit his earlobe.
"Ahhh…" Billy's eyes flickered closed. "Dom--"
"Billy. Thank you." He kissed Billy's neck, just below the corner of his jaw.
"Welcome. Why?"
"I wanted this for so long. But I was too afraid," he admitted.
"I tried. Too subtle. Needed Demerol, roll over you like a tank."
Dom laughed, his breath warm and soft against Billy's skin. "You did, at that."
"Dom?" Billy's voice was ragged.
"Yes?"
"Will you please, for fuck's sake, help me now? Or do I have to call the pizza boy?"
Dom chuckled. "Yes, I'll help you." He kissed Billy again, hard, teeth clicking teeth. Billy groaned, grasped at Dom with his good hand. Dom shoved his almost obscenely long tongue into Billy's mouth, swept through him, leaving him gasping, without words.
Dom tucked himself back inside his boxers, but leaving his jeans undone and half-down, pressed his crotch tightly against Billy's. Slowly, sensually, he slid down Billy's groin and legs until he sat on the floor.
"Fuck, Dom--want you," Billy gasped, eyes closed, head back.
"Turn around. Sit," Dom ordered.
Billy backed away on his knees so he could safely follow the instructions without kicking Dom. Sat heavily on his arse, asked, "What?"
Dom rolled his eyes. "My arms aren't that long. Sit over here." He waited while Billy shuffled to sit directly in front of him, still facing away. Dom grabbed the tabs on his jeans and hauled him back until he was virtually in his lap, his back pressed tightly against Dom's chest. The hard swift pulling on his jeans made Billy groan.
"Hurry up, Dom."
Dom grinned, kissed the back of Billy's neck, said, "But I want to make you beg."
"Bastard," Billy snorted breathily, then roughly said, "I'm not going to last. Hurry. Bloody hell, what did they give me, Viagra?"
Dom reached around, clamped Billy in his arms as his hands made quick work of the button and zipper. Frantically Billy shifted so the jeans and boxers could be pushed down out of the way. Went to grab at Dom's thighs on either side of him, but Dom caught his right wrist before he could. "Watch your hand." He lifted Billy's arm up and behind, wrapping it around his own neck, the hand safely out of harm's way.
"Oh God, Dom, please--" Billy writhed.
Dom slid his left hand up under Billy's shirt, palm splayed across his chest. Let his fingertips find a nipple, simultaneously taking Billy's cock in his right hand.
Billy arched into his fingers, growling something unintelligible. Leaned back hard into Dom's chest, his groin. His head dropped back onto Dom's shoulder.
Dom swiftly moved the hand gripping Billy's cock up and down, his thumb toying with the ridge of flesh. His arm was clamped against Billy's ribs. Reached out with his tongue and flicked Billy's earlobe, took it between his lips and sucked, then lightly bit the softsweet skin. Billy's cock jumped in his hand. Dom thumbed the tip, tearing a groan from deep in Billy's chest.
"Bill," he whispered from just behind Billy's ear, "You feel so good. Better than I imagined. Better than I imagined when thoughts of you made me come."
Billy bucked hard, driving himself into Dom's tight hand. "Oh--oh God…"
"Hotter, too. Hotter than I was when I came, my hand wrapped around myself and your name on my lips."
"Dom--fuck--harder, Dom, pleaseharderfaster--"
Dom moved faster, gripped him tighter, ran his thumb across the hard velvet skin. Dipped his head to lick Billy's neck. Rubbed the pad of his forefinger across Billy's nipple. "Tell me," he murmured, breath hot on Billy's skin.
"Dom. Dom," he choked out. Tried for more, but was too far gone. Settled for gasping loudly and reaching around to grab what he could reach of Dom's arse with his left hand. Made sure every inch of his body possible was in contact with Dom. "Dom--need--"
"Yes, you need, don't you Bill?" Dom growled. Slouched back against the edge of the sofa, pulled Billy down with him. Pressed his hips up, crushing his half-hard cock against Billy's arse. Billy could feel heat through the cotton of Dom's boxers, could feel his length pushing against his crack. He sobbed a breath.
"Billy--come for me," Dom spoke roughly, into his skin.
He came. Hard.
Dom worked him as he moaned, thrust, scrabbled for purchase against the floor in order to arch his hips even higher. Dom felt Billy's come running down his knuckles, and bit the corded neck in front of him as Billy tightened the arm around Dom's head.
"Oh God--God yes yes yesyesyesbloodyhellDom--"
Dom used the hand on Billy's chest to hold him tight, trapping supporting controlling his shuddering and quaking.
"God, Dom--" Billy groaned as he gave one last, fierce thrust into Dom's fist, then slumped back to lay bonelessly on him, juddering.
"That was hot, Bill," Dom murmured, giving Billy's skin a long slow lick. He felt sated himself, even though watching Billy peak and go over had aroused him all over again.
"Fucking hell," Billy mumbled. "I think I pulled something."
Dom laughed quietly. After allowing Billy to catch his breath, he released Billy's cock and languidly lifted his sticky hand to his mouth. Was watched with half-masted green eyes as he licked at the residue. He cocked his head to the side, thinking. Billy raised one eyebrow and waited. Finally Dom gave Billy a slow, sex-curved smile and said, "Brazil nuts. And macadamias. Brazamias?"
Billy reached up, took Dom's hand, and guided it to his lips. Took Dom's forefinger into his mouth and sucked it clean. Dom's eyes narrowed, darkened, as he watched Billy's cheeks hollow slightly. It reminded him of the many talents of that pointy tongue. Billy wetly released him. Said, "Macazil."
"No thanks. Sounds like an ointment."
Billy hooted. "Brazamia, then."
Dom pushed him to a sitting position, untangling their limbs. He got to his feet, stretched. "Gonna clean up. Need anything?"
"Liquor?" Billy asked hopefully.
"Not going to happen, you git. Anything else?"
He flopped back to rest his head on the seat of the sofa. "My youth back? You've done me in."
"Bollocks. You spent the day surfing, it's late, and you're drugged out. I'm amazed you could get it up at all."
"So am I, actually," Billy admitted, yawning. "It's a…whadyacallit. Thingmie. Testament. To your powers of…you know. Turning-me-on-ness."
Dom grinned. "Eloquent bastard, aren't you?"
"Piss off. Glass of water?"
"Coming up."
After washing up in the bathroom, Dom went to the kitchen for Billy's water, only to find him already seated at the table, peering at the label on the vial of Demerol.
Billy frowned. "Can I take more?"
Dom glanced at the clock on the wall. "If you need to, yes. Do you need to?"
"I don't know. Should I?"
Dom got a bottle of water from the fridge, poured some into a glass. Set it in front of Billy. Asked, "Does your hand hurt, Bill?"
"Yes."
"Then take them," he said gently. "It'll make you more comfortable for sleeping."
Billy hesitated, but finally said, "All right. But just so I don't have to wake you up in the middle of the night to ask you to open this." He handed the plastic bottle to Dom, who took it with a smile, opened the childproof cap, and handed two pills back to Billy. "You are staying, right?"
Dom nodded. "I don't trust you in your current state of mind not to get up at three in the morning and burn the place down trying to make waffles."
"Waffles?"
Dom shrugged. "French toast?"
"Mmmm….French toast…."
"Anyway, yes, I'm staying."
Billy wasn't listening anymore. "French toast. No cinnamon, hate cinnamon. With bacon. And orange juice."
Dom smiled. He tapped the top of Billy's head with one light finger, waited until he had the other man's attention. "You don't have orange juice. Or bacon. And I'm doubtful on the bread, for that matter."
"Bugger."
"Billy, it's late. Go to bed."
He looked up at Dom. "Are you coming?"
"I'll stay on the sofa."
Billy sat back, crossed his arms. "No, you bloody well won't."
"Why not? What's the problem?"
"I just gave you a--the--sucked you off. Best of your life. You talked me into coming. And you're shy about sharing the fucking bed?"
Dom looked at his feet, smiling slightly. "When have you ever known me to be shy? You'll sleep better on your own. What if I roll on your hand?"
Billy got to his feet, walked over to Dom. Walked into Dom. "First time for everything. You won't roll on my hand. Sofa'll kill your back. Bed."
"My back will be fine, it's comfortable. Sofa, Bill." He rubbed a hand up and down Billy's spine.
"Demerol talking, but after those fucking broomsticks, I'll sleep better with you beside me. Bed. Please?" He propped his chin on Dom's shoulder, loosely laced his arms around Dom's waist.
Dom sighed. Gave in. "All right. Bed."
Contentedly, Billy said, "Good."
They slept in their shorts. Billy's bed was large enough that his restless twitching didn't wake Dom, who was snoring on the other side, the blankets twined around his legs.
Billy's shouting, however, did wake Dom. Twice. Once around two-thirty and again around four, Billy bellowed surreal, mixed-word, and to Dom rather disturbing, warnings. The first time, Dom snapped awake, jumped a mile, expecting to find someone attacking them in their sleep à la the Black Riders in Bree. Heart pounding, he realized that was exactly what Billy was dreaming about.
"NO!" Billy roared, fists clenched. Or rather, right hand trying to clench, and failing, which seemed to frustrate him as he waved it about. "Leave him! Under pillow--under! Merry, no--dogs under the bed, can't you leave him not-Clive get the pillow it's not yours--Merry! Merry!"
Dom quickly reached over, seized Billy's arm, gave it a shake. "Billy--Bill, wake up!" he said urgently. There was a note of pure terror in Billy's voice that clutched at the breath, made Dom want to hold him tightly, bathe him in warmth. No more fucking Demerol, ever. "Billy!" he said louder. He rolled until he was laying on his stomach right next to Billy, wrapped an arm around him, restrained him. Billy's shouting trailed off in confusion.
"No Merry! Stop don't no leave him alone…" His eyes remained closed, and he was panting heavily.
"Ssh, Bill, it's okay," Dom said softly. "It's all right."
"Merry?" he asked shakily.
"Yes. Yeah, Pip. You're all right."
"Merry," he whimpered, sounding so like Pippin it made Dom's chest constrict. "Merry."
"Ssh, Pip."
Billy turned, buried his face in Dom's neck. "Not-Clive, Merry."
'Merry' and 'Pippin', while waiting for a call to set one day in Bree, had foolishly named the Black Riders. While tremendously funny at the time to give them names like Hal, Dickie, and Clive (Sally the Witch-King had just about given them fits), it backfired when they started to snicker at the imposing costumes. Terror became harder to summon. So they had to invent new Black Riders, ultra-Black Riders. Not-Hal, not-Dickie, and most fearsome of all, not-Clive. Not-Clive left them sweating through their scenes, panic-stricken. It worked perfectly.
"Oh, Pip… It's all right, I won't let him hurt you."
"Not me, you," he mumbled.
"Shh." Dom hugged Billy to his chest, held him until deep, even breathing told him he was asleep again.
The second time Billy's shouting woke Dom, there was less terror in Billy's voice, but it still made Dom uneasy.
"Don't! No--get off the plane for the house--I can't, I can't! No no no no leggo of--Orli don't you fucking do this to me no don't tell Dom I can't!" Billy started thrashing, nearly clouted Dom right in the ear.
Dom realized with a start it was a little cruel to leave Billy in his dream, no matter how much he wanted to know what Orli wasn't supposed to tell him. Was lying closer to him than last time, so he was able to simply reach out and caress Billy's face with the back of his hand.
"Don'ttouchmeDomhelpgettheplane!" Billy cried.
Dom jerked his hand away. Don't touch me Dom help? Damn him for not dreaming with proper punctuation, anyway. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He sat up, shook Billy's arm none too gently. "Bill, wake up. Wake up, dammit!"
Billy jolted, then lay still.
"Bill? You awake now?"
"Yeah. Why? Still dark." His voice was blurred with sleep.
"You were fucking dreaming again. What were you dreaming about?"
Billy yawned widely enough to make his eyes tear up. "Orli. Stupid plane taking me. Go to sleep, Dom." He rolled over and was out again almost immediately.
"I'd love to," Dom muttered. Lay down huffily. Laid awake, annoyed with Billy's dreaming brain and his own restless thoughts. He finally fell asleep again near dawn.
Billy woke up slowly. It took him a full disoriented minute to figure out why he was awake but still heard snoring. Ah, right--Dom. But why was he here--and in the bed? A dull, throbbing ache in his right hand brought most of the previous day seeping back into consciousness. Some bits were a little hazy, granted, but what do you expect, as drugged up--Billy's eyes opened wide as he suddenly remembered what he and Dom had done. On his sofa. And on the floor. He swallowed. Bloody hell. He sat up on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake Dom. Ran his left hand through his hair, spiking it up roughly. And he'd told Dom, dammit--told him he'd been watching him, trying to attract him for months. Oh please God don't let there be anything from last night more humiliating than that. Not that Dom had tried to embarrass him, of course he wouldn't. Wait a minute--Billy got up, padded on bare feet out to the living room, stared at the sofa. Willed his fuzzy brain to cough up the details. Hadn't Dom said--while he was--something about a few months too? He did. He bloody well did! A slow smile tilted Billy's mouth. Maybe things weren't so bad after all. God bless Demerol and its ability to reduce his Scottish reserve to nil. Demerol was his friend.
And now Dom was more. The thought was a little scary, a little breath-stealing, a little hard-on producing. What if Dom awoke with regrets? What if things didn't work out? Still a lot of filming time left to stagger through. What if--Billy stopped himself. Surefire way to sink it before it could swim. Just--let it be, Boyd. No pressure. The possible rewards were worth a great deal of risk.
He wandered into the kitchen, made coffee. Took some Paracetamol. Checked what was in the fridge for breakfast. Not much. Why was he craving French toast? He didn't even like it that much. Ah well, he was out of bread anyway.
"Let me guess," said a gravelly voice behind him. "No bread for French toast?"
Billy turned to see Dom propped up against the doorjamb, red eyes half open and hair every which way. "How'd you know?" He paused, gently said, "You look like shite. Why don't you go back to bed?"
"Checking on you. Finger?"
Billy made a face, held up his hand. "It's sore, but I'll live."
"Need Demerol?" Dom rubbed a hand over his scruffy face.
"No, I need my brain more. Paracetamol will do. Go on. Get."
"Nah, 'm up now. Coffee?"
"Dom--"
"Coffee, Bill."
Billy looked at him. Turned, poured a large mug of coffee. Put it on the table by the sugar bowl, and got the cream from the fridge. Handed it to Dom as he passed to sit at the table, his back to Billy, who remained leaning against the counter. Waited, but when Dom said nothing, finally asked, "So just how fucked up was I yesterday, anyway?"
Dom's shoulders tensed as he stirred his coffee.
Billy quickly added, "I mean, I remember almost everything, but it all seemed…perfectly normal to me. It made sense to me that there could be a blue dog, or that it was a good idea to climb up on a chair."
"You were…out there," Dom said. Explaining nothing.
Billy sighed. "You're going to make me ask, aren't you?"
"Ask what?" His voice gave nothing away. Which in itself said something, Billy just wasn't sure what.
"I can't just casually ignore it. Or, God forbid, forget. I thought it was a good idea, Dom. Did you?" Billy waited, rubbing the fingertips of his left hand lightly over the metal of the splint on his right. He waited for what seemed an unreasonably long time. "Dammit, Dom--"
"Do you still?" His voice was low.
"Do I still what?"
"Think it was a good idea. This morning, without the Demerol, is it still such a great idea?"
There was something in Dom's voice that pulled Billy's heart out of his throat and put it back where it was supposed to be. "The best. As far as I'm concerned, it's the best bloody idea I've ever had, Dom."
Dom slowly turned, his eyes tracking along the floor. Not until he was fully facing Billy did he raise his eyes. Searched Billy's. Read his truth there.
"Yeah, I guess it wasn't a bad one," he whispered shakily. "As your ideas go."
Billy smiled, walked over. Reached for Dom's head and clasped him tightly to his chest. Dom wrapped his arms around Billy's waist, enfolding him in warmth.
Several minutes later, Billy muttered, still smiling, "Took you long enough, gobshite."
"Whatever, you git. I'd still like to know when the hell you offered."
"I never stopped." Billy let Dom's head go. Suddenly swung a leg over and sat on his lap. Took Dom's face between his hands, nudged the scruffy cheek with his nose, and then kissed him.
Dom enjoyed the flutter in the pit of his stomach. Closed his eyes, kissed Billy back. He ran his hands lightly over Billy's bare back, let his hands rove down, let them come to rest cupping Billy's arse.
Billy opened his mouth, his tongue alerting Dom to do the same. Explored Dom: swept his teeth, teased the roof of his mouth, found the sensitive spot under his tongue. Let Dom do the same to him. Billy rocked forward slightly on his hips, their erections barely grazing through the cotton of their shorts. Dom moaned into his mouth.
Billy pulled his lips away. "Dom?"
Dom started kissing along Billy's jaw, giving him little nips with his teeth. "Mmm?"
"Will you help me with the shower?"
Dom smiled against Billy's skin. "I guess I probably should, yeah?"
"It might be a good idea." Billy tilted his head back and to the side, eyes still closed.
Dom obliged. Kissed Billy's throat, sucking and nibbling. "I'd hate for you to drown, or anything."
"Yeah. That might be bad."
"Yeah. And you need help with anything, you just ask. That's what I'm here for."
"Anything?"
Dom murmured into his ear. "Anything."
Author: Pippin (McTaggart_Pegg@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: NC-17
Warning:This part's even longer--sorry about that; little less Teh Funny, lot more Teh Hot. You've officially been warned. :)
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, never met 'em. *sigh*
Summary: Billy breaks his finger while surfing. Good thing Dom's there to help him out.
Feedback: Yes please--I'm a feedback junkie. Give me a fix?
Huge thanks to
1420 and vanaofthevalar for the enormous help in beta-ing (and dealing with pronouns). It wouldn't be the same without them.EDIT: Unbeknownst to me,
strawberryelfsp wrote a killer Drugged!Billy prior to my arrival on LJ. Go read hers too, it's fantastic.First part can be found here
The movie hadn't been on very long before the Demerol obviously began to kick in. First, the ice was discarded on the coffee table. Then Billy began to slouch deep into the sofa. Finally he began inserting random comments--like, "lead pencils aren't really made of lead, you know"--into the movie. Dom was sure there was probably a connection, but it was so tenuous he couldn't find it. Felt like he needed to take the edge off his sanity in order to spend any more time with him, and quickly downed a few whiskeys to make it more interesting. Was still in control, could still watch out for Bill--but found him slightly more amusing. Left a full glass on the coffee table to nurse for the rest of the evening. After a quick trip to the loo, he didn't notice his glass was no longer on the table.
Didn't notice, that is, until Billy spilled a bit when he suddenly sat bolt upright and began shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Dom! Oh my God, Dom, lookit the fuckin' mushrooms!" It was the Nutcracker Suite portion of the movie, always one of Dom's favourites. But it seemed to upset Billy.
Dom grabbed the glass, took it from him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? You can't drink!"
"Dom! The mushrooms! The fucking mushrooms!" Billy continued bellowing.
"Yeah, what about them?" he asked with a growing smile.
"They're fucking dancing, Dom! They can't do that!" He flopped back, covering his eyes with his left arm.
Dom started to laugh.
"It's not funny!" Billy wailed. "They can't do that!"
He tried to stifle his chuckles. "Why not, Bill?"
"Because they can't! They're Chinese! Fucking Chinese, Dom!"
Dom giggled, bit his lip. "You want me to fast-forward the mushrooms, Bill?"
"Just get rid of them!"
Dom hit the skip button on the remote. Sorcerer's Apprentice? Better let him calm down a bit, first. Kept skipping. Ah, the lovely Pastoral Symphony. A little cloying, but it should make Billy happy. He let it play. "Okay, Bill, they're gone."
Billy peeked out between his fingers. Dropped his hand. A smile slowly grew on his face. He giggled.
Dom grinned. "Better?"
"Lookit. They're cute. Who's the fat guy?"
"I think that's Bacchus."
"I want wine too. Wine, women and song. Only no women. Wine and song."
"You can have the song," Dom offered.
"Want wine."
"No. Not with drugs."
"You're no fun."
"Too bad."
"Let's have some fun, Dom." Billy dropped sideways to lay on the sofa, his head on Dom's thigh (safely down by his knee, so Dom let him stay), looked up beseechingly.
"We are having fun," he said firmly.
"Boring fun. I want fun fun. Let's go dancing!"
Dom grinned. "I don't think that would be wise."
"Please?"
"No. Quit your whingeing. How about Mickey Mouse?"
"Oh. Okay," he said cheerfully, leaving his head on Dom's knee as he turned back to the TV.
Dom struggled not to start laughing again, settling instead for quickly scrubbing a hand through his hair. Had to bite his lip as Billy literally ooh'd and ahh'd over Mickey's pyrotechnics. Dom grew wrapped up in the story and music, and especially the actual drama. The mouse was fucking acting, man. Incredible. As a result he didn't notice until too late that Billy had gone silent. Didn't notice until the trembling started.
"Billy? What is it?" he asked quietly.
Billy didn't answer, just lay there shaking, his left hand making little shooing motions.
"Billy?" Dom put a hand on his shoulder, gave it a squeeze.
"Aaaaiiieee!" Billy shrieked, thrashed, fell onto the floor.
"The fuck--" Dom leaned forward to look down at him. "What the hell is wrong?"
Billy didn't look up. Lay there staring at the floor. "They were--and then--everywhere!" he stammered, shaken.
"What were, Billy?" Dom asked gently. God, he seemed truly frightened.
"The--the broomsticks. Fucking everywhere, Dom!"
"It's just a movie, Billy, it's okay."
"I know it's just a movie," he snapped. "But they--first--and then--"
"Come on back up, Bills. Come up here with me."
Billy literally crawled up on to the sofa, and curled up tightly beside Dom, laying his head on Dom's lap once again.
Dom stroked Billy's hair with one hand, rubbed up and down his arm with the other. "You really shouldn't have touched that whiskey, I think it's fucked you right up. What did you see?"
"They started multiplying. On--on the telly. You saw, right?"
"Yes," Dom agreed. "They were multiplying."
"They--they menaced. Evil brooms, Dom. And then--then--then they weren't on the telly. They were in here, in the room. Filling up the room. Coming towards me, Dom. And one of them grabbed me!"
"No, that was me. I'm sorry I frightened you, but it was me."
"Oh. But--oh. Really?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, Billy, this is my fault. This movie really wasn't a good idea."
"I don't want to watch it anymore, okay Dom?"
"Okay, Billy. I'm turning it off. Just a suggestion, while I think of it--don't ever, ever try acid, okay? You wouldn't survive."
They watched TV instead. Just some action flick with fast cars and pretty girls and lots of innuendo. Dom absently kept stroking Billy's hair, trying to keep him calm while the whiskey wore off. It would take longer for the Demerol, of course.
Billy slowly relaxed, the tension in his body easing bit by bit. Talked a little, but eventually even that, too, stopped, until Dom was fairly sure he'd fallen asleep. A little later Billy rolled over, and yes, his eyes were closed as he tucked his face up against the pocket of Dom's (Billy's) jeans.
Dom breathed slowly, evenly, and refused those thoughts entry. Steadfastly returned his attention to the television.
A car chase, a lot of pseudo-threatening dialogue, and a drawn-out sex scene later, Dom gradually became aware of a growing heat in his groin. He shifted, but it didn't lessen. Odd, that, because the actress in this movie really wasn't his cup of tea, never mind the actor, and sure, it was a sex scene, but it honestly wasn't all that hot, and--His thoughts froze in mid-stream when he felt a gentle tugging at his waistband. He looked down.
Billy's mouth was open, directly over the area of Dom's cock, a fraction of an inch away from the denim. He was breathing deeply, hotly, the warmth seeping through and enveloping Dom, making him hard. His eyes were still closed, but the fingers of his left hand were delicately feeling at the button, then popping it open.
"Billy, stop," Dom said in a low voice. The hand that wasn't in Billy's hair clenched tight at his side.
Billy didn't answer. Continued blowing hot, and now humidity started to seep through the thick fabric too. He pulled the zipper down.
Dom swallowed involuntarily. Rather than decreasing the heat, having his pants open only served to intensify it, as Billy's slow breath now didn't have to weave its way through the denim. "Billy, I mean it, cut it out," he rasped. The fingers still threaded in his spiky hair tried to push his head away.
Billy simply gripped the gaping waistband tightly. The further away Dom pushed his head, the further down his pants were pulled. And every time he backed off, Billy put his mouth right back where it started, making Dom's cock throb without ever touching it.
"Billy--no."
"Yes," he murmured between breaths.
"No, I can't--not…"
"No? Why not?"
Dom shifted, trying to move himself away from Billy, who still clenched his pants in one hand. "Because--'cos--it's not right…" he stammered desperately. He hoped Billy would back off, because at this point he wasn't gong to be able to move far. His knees were water.
"Oh, it's right, Dom," Billy said. "You're the only one who hasn't seen it yet."
"What the hell does that mean? And leave my pants alone," Dom said quickly.
"Everyone knows how I feel about you but you. My pants, do what I want with 'em. I've been waiting for you to realize you want me too. Stupid pillock."
"No--you're just--high. Fucking drugged up."
"Am I?" He paused. Snickered. "Guess I am. Which just means I'm finally doing something about it. Not before time." He suddenly grabbed the waistband of Dom's boxers and yanked them down, freeing Dom's erection.
"Billy, I can't take advantage--" he nearly swallowed his tongue as two hot, moist lips took in the head of his cock.
Billy briefly sucked hard, making Dom's hips buck of their own volition. He opened his mouth, releasing him, and smiling, said, "Then I will."
"No--" he whispered, resolve crumbling.
"Oh, yes." Billy's eyes tilted up to Dom's. The green burned, even through his eyelashes. Keeping his eyes locked on Dom's, he slowly licked up the full length, from balls to dripping tip. Then licked his lips.
Dom moaned. He was hopelessly, helplessly lost.
Billy rose to his knees, sank his head down. Took Dom's stiff erection fully, deeply into his throat.
"Oh God…" Dom shuddered.
Billy pulled his mouth away. "Ow. Ow." He sat back, lifted his right hand up from where he had been partially leaning on it. Looked at it. "Ow."
"Billy--" Dom looked at him with glazed eyes. "You okay?"
"Ow. Yeah. Forgot." Put his hand ridiculously high in the air, awkwardly shuffled off the sofa, nearly falling over the edge. Dom grabbed his elbow to steady him.
"Billy--"
"Hold your horses, I'm coming."
It startled a snort of laughter from Dom. "No--this really isn't the best idea. Why don't we--"
"Why don't you shut your trap?" Billy maneuvered himself around until he was kneeling on the floor between Dom's thighs. Propped himself up with his arms over Dom's knees, carefully keeping his right hand out to the side. Used the very end of his pointy tongue to drive all thoughts of noble protest out of Dom's mind.
"Ohh…I--oh God, Billy--" His head fell back against the sofa.
Billy lifted his eyes. "Can you tell me you don't want me?"
Dom couldn't.
Billy continued to swirl his tongue around Dom's cock. "Can you tell me you don't want this?"
No.
Billy flicked his tongue down to tease Dom's balls. Dom's breath shivered in and out, his hand shot out to grip Billy's bicep. "Can you tell me this isn't right?"
Godnosoright.
Billy licked the vein standing rigidly out on the side of Dom's hard, twitching erection. "You taste like walnuts. No, pistachios." Sucked on the head. "Both. Waltachios. You taste waltachio."
Dom wanted to tell him to shut up. Wanted to tell him to have one really good long hard cheek-hollowing taste, then. Now. He even tried to get the words out. "Bill--" But the second the name started to pass his lips, Billy once again went down on him, that small hot wet tight mouth drawing the very skin back from his bones, setting his hips thrusting and jerking, nothing but bone and air and heat.
Billy lifted his mouth. "Want to tell me to shut up?"
Nononono, wouldn't dream of it. Don't stop, don't stop--
"Don't stop," he said raggedly, both hands now clutching at Billy.
"I won't stop," Billy promised. "But I'm going to make you beg."
"Oh God--Billy, please--"
He sat back on his haunches, frowning a little. "Not yet, you daft bugger. Fuck, can't you let me have at least a little fun tonight?"
Dom couldn't help but laugh, if breathlessly. "Get on with it then. And--don't take too long, yeah?"
Billy grinned wickedly, eyes glittering. Leaned back over Dom, who closed his eyes in anticipation. "No--open them. Watch."
Dom took a deep breath, opened his eyes. Watched Billy's mouth as it descended over his throbbing cock. Watched as Billy scraped gently with his teeth and his hips arched up sharply, like they belonged to someone else. Watched as Billy slid his mouth up, lowered it down. Heard low growling noises. Realized he was making them.
Billy released him again. Crouched down to kiss, caress, lick the inside creases of Dom's thighs, making him tremble. He murmured, "Going to fall apart for me."
"Billy--"
"Going to come so hard you'll think I've turned your cock inside out."
"Oh God--"
He licked the length of Dom's erection once again, ending with a swirl around the tip. "Tell me you want me."
"Fuck yes. Want--need--"
"How long, Dom? How long have you been looking at me like that? Itching to touch me, to make me hard, make me come?" Billy spoke in a low, rough voice, his left hand gripping Dom's cock tightly and giving a swift pull.
Dom thrust and bucked into Billy's hand, moaning, the pressure mounting, craving release like a junkie.
Billy let him go. Blew air gently over his twitching, aching, engorged cock. "How long?"
"Weeks," Dom managed, long fingers grasping Billy's arms in desperation.
"Just weeks?"
"No. Months. Billy, for Chrissake--"
Billy sucked him once, hard, then wetly licked him around and around.
Dom whined.
Billy nearly came in his pants, the sound was so hot, so needy. He just fucking whined. He pressed his own erection against the edge of the sofa, hard. "Need something, Dom?"
"Need…"
"Tell me."
"You. Need your tongue," Dom forced the words out as Billy obliged, continued to draw him tauter and tighter. An elastic about to snap. "Please, Billy--give me your mouth. Fuck. Please," he begged.
Billy took him in his mouth, moaned, the vibration traveling down Dom's cock and straight to the pit of his belly, fracturing his tenuous control.
"Please Billy, pleasepleasepleaseohfuckplease--" and he shattered, fell apart, tripping tumbling stumbling over the precipice, driving himself into Billy's mouth.
Billy sucked, swallowed, forgot to breathe, had never been so aroused in his life. Kept working Dom with his tongue as he shuddered, jerked, bucked, groaned, gasped, arched as far into Billy's throat as he could. Billy watched him, saw the line of his throat, the way his head was thrown back, saw the sheen of sweat on his skin, the way one hand went up behind his head and stiff fingers dug into the sofa, finally gripping and pulling at the cushion. The way he ever so slowly subsided, relaxing almost muscle by muscle. Except when short, sharp aftershocks made him shake.
Billy gently twirled his tongue around once more, enjoying the noise, the twitch it produced from Dom. He slowly released him, straightened his back. Looked at Dom, who gradually opened his eyes.
"Fuck," Dom breathed with the ghost of a smile.
Billy smirked.
Dom suddenly lunged forward, kissed Billy hard. Held his head between his long strong hands. Forced open Billy's mouth with his tongue and took possession like he was never moving out. Tasted sweatsalt and himself, something that would now forever be defined as waltachio.
Billy moaned into his mouth. Trembled. Somehow, his Demerol-limited thought processes had completely forgotten about the possibilities inherent in kissing. He was confused, taken by surprise, felt distinctly overstimulated. Loved it. Felt a bubble in his stomach and his breath hitched. His hands crept up to either side of Dom's neck.
Dom pulled his mouth away, went to Billy's ear. "Watch your hand," he warned softly, then bit his earlobe.
"Ahhh…" Billy's eyes flickered closed. "Dom--"
"Billy. Thank you." He kissed Billy's neck, just below the corner of his jaw.
"Welcome. Why?"
"I wanted this for so long. But I was too afraid," he admitted.
"I tried. Too subtle. Needed Demerol, roll over you like a tank."
Dom laughed, his breath warm and soft against Billy's skin. "You did, at that."
"Dom?" Billy's voice was ragged.
"Yes?"
"Will you please, for fuck's sake, help me now? Or do I have to call the pizza boy?"
Dom chuckled. "Yes, I'll help you." He kissed Billy again, hard, teeth clicking teeth. Billy groaned, grasped at Dom with his good hand. Dom shoved his almost obscenely long tongue into Billy's mouth, swept through him, leaving him gasping, without words.
Dom tucked himself back inside his boxers, but leaving his jeans undone and half-down, pressed his crotch tightly against Billy's. Slowly, sensually, he slid down Billy's groin and legs until he sat on the floor.
"Fuck, Dom--want you," Billy gasped, eyes closed, head back.
"Turn around. Sit," Dom ordered.
Billy backed away on his knees so he could safely follow the instructions without kicking Dom. Sat heavily on his arse, asked, "What?"
Dom rolled his eyes. "My arms aren't that long. Sit over here." He waited while Billy shuffled to sit directly in front of him, still facing away. Dom grabbed the tabs on his jeans and hauled him back until he was virtually in his lap, his back pressed tightly against Dom's chest. The hard swift pulling on his jeans made Billy groan.
"Hurry up, Dom."
Dom grinned, kissed the back of Billy's neck, said, "But I want to make you beg."
"Bastard," Billy snorted breathily, then roughly said, "I'm not going to last. Hurry. Bloody hell, what did they give me, Viagra?"
Dom reached around, clamped Billy in his arms as his hands made quick work of the button and zipper. Frantically Billy shifted so the jeans and boxers could be pushed down out of the way. Went to grab at Dom's thighs on either side of him, but Dom caught his right wrist before he could. "Watch your hand." He lifted Billy's arm up and behind, wrapping it around his own neck, the hand safely out of harm's way.
"Oh God, Dom, please--" Billy writhed.
Dom slid his left hand up under Billy's shirt, palm splayed across his chest. Let his fingertips find a nipple, simultaneously taking Billy's cock in his right hand.
Billy arched into his fingers, growling something unintelligible. Leaned back hard into Dom's chest, his groin. His head dropped back onto Dom's shoulder.
Dom swiftly moved the hand gripping Billy's cock up and down, his thumb toying with the ridge of flesh. His arm was clamped against Billy's ribs. Reached out with his tongue and flicked Billy's earlobe, took it between his lips and sucked, then lightly bit the softsweet skin. Billy's cock jumped in his hand. Dom thumbed the tip, tearing a groan from deep in Billy's chest.
"Bill," he whispered from just behind Billy's ear, "You feel so good. Better than I imagined. Better than I imagined when thoughts of you made me come."
Billy bucked hard, driving himself into Dom's tight hand. "Oh--oh God…"
"Hotter, too. Hotter than I was when I came, my hand wrapped around myself and your name on my lips."
"Dom--fuck--harder, Dom, pleaseharderfaster--"
Dom moved faster, gripped him tighter, ran his thumb across the hard velvet skin. Dipped his head to lick Billy's neck. Rubbed the pad of his forefinger across Billy's nipple. "Tell me," he murmured, breath hot on Billy's skin.
"Dom. Dom," he choked out. Tried for more, but was too far gone. Settled for gasping loudly and reaching around to grab what he could reach of Dom's arse with his left hand. Made sure every inch of his body possible was in contact with Dom. "Dom--need--"
"Yes, you need, don't you Bill?" Dom growled. Slouched back against the edge of the sofa, pulled Billy down with him. Pressed his hips up, crushing his half-hard cock against Billy's arse. Billy could feel heat through the cotton of Dom's boxers, could feel his length pushing against his crack. He sobbed a breath.
"Billy--come for me," Dom spoke roughly, into his skin.
He came. Hard.
Dom worked him as he moaned, thrust, scrabbled for purchase against the floor in order to arch his hips even higher. Dom felt Billy's come running down his knuckles, and bit the corded neck in front of him as Billy tightened the arm around Dom's head.
"Oh God--God yes yes yesyesyesbloodyhellDom--"
Dom used the hand on Billy's chest to hold him tight, trapping supporting controlling his shuddering and quaking.
"God, Dom--" Billy groaned as he gave one last, fierce thrust into Dom's fist, then slumped back to lay bonelessly on him, juddering.
"That was hot, Bill," Dom murmured, giving Billy's skin a long slow lick. He felt sated himself, even though watching Billy peak and go over had aroused him all over again.
"Fucking hell," Billy mumbled. "I think I pulled something."
Dom laughed quietly. After allowing Billy to catch his breath, he released Billy's cock and languidly lifted his sticky hand to his mouth. Was watched with half-masted green eyes as he licked at the residue. He cocked his head to the side, thinking. Billy raised one eyebrow and waited. Finally Dom gave Billy a slow, sex-curved smile and said, "Brazil nuts. And macadamias. Brazamias?"
Billy reached up, took Dom's hand, and guided it to his lips. Took Dom's forefinger into his mouth and sucked it clean. Dom's eyes narrowed, darkened, as he watched Billy's cheeks hollow slightly. It reminded him of the many talents of that pointy tongue. Billy wetly released him. Said, "Macazil."
"No thanks. Sounds like an ointment."
Billy hooted. "Brazamia, then."
Dom pushed him to a sitting position, untangling their limbs. He got to his feet, stretched. "Gonna clean up. Need anything?"
"Liquor?" Billy asked hopefully.
"Not going to happen, you git. Anything else?"
He flopped back to rest his head on the seat of the sofa. "My youth back? You've done me in."
"Bollocks. You spent the day surfing, it's late, and you're drugged out. I'm amazed you could get it up at all."
"So am I, actually," Billy admitted, yawning. "It's a…whadyacallit. Thingmie. Testament. To your powers of…you know. Turning-me-on-ness."
Dom grinned. "Eloquent bastard, aren't you?"
"Piss off. Glass of water?"
"Coming up."
After washing up in the bathroom, Dom went to the kitchen for Billy's water, only to find him already seated at the table, peering at the label on the vial of Demerol.
Billy frowned. "Can I take more?"
Dom glanced at the clock on the wall. "If you need to, yes. Do you need to?"
"I don't know. Should I?"
Dom got a bottle of water from the fridge, poured some into a glass. Set it in front of Billy. Asked, "Does your hand hurt, Bill?"
"Yes."
"Then take them," he said gently. "It'll make you more comfortable for sleeping."
Billy hesitated, but finally said, "All right. But just so I don't have to wake you up in the middle of the night to ask you to open this." He handed the plastic bottle to Dom, who took it with a smile, opened the childproof cap, and handed two pills back to Billy. "You are staying, right?"
Dom nodded. "I don't trust you in your current state of mind not to get up at three in the morning and burn the place down trying to make waffles."
"Waffles?"
Dom shrugged. "French toast?"
"Mmmm….French toast…."
"Anyway, yes, I'm staying."
Billy wasn't listening anymore. "French toast. No cinnamon, hate cinnamon. With bacon. And orange juice."
Dom smiled. He tapped the top of Billy's head with one light finger, waited until he had the other man's attention. "You don't have orange juice. Or bacon. And I'm doubtful on the bread, for that matter."
"Bugger."
"Billy, it's late. Go to bed."
He looked up at Dom. "Are you coming?"
"I'll stay on the sofa."
Billy sat back, crossed his arms. "No, you bloody well won't."
"Why not? What's the problem?"
"I just gave you a--the--sucked you off. Best of your life. You talked me into coming. And you're shy about sharing the fucking bed?"
Dom looked at his feet, smiling slightly. "When have you ever known me to be shy? You'll sleep better on your own. What if I roll on your hand?"
Billy got to his feet, walked over to Dom. Walked into Dom. "First time for everything. You won't roll on my hand. Sofa'll kill your back. Bed."
"My back will be fine, it's comfortable. Sofa, Bill." He rubbed a hand up and down Billy's spine.
"Demerol talking, but after those fucking broomsticks, I'll sleep better with you beside me. Bed. Please?" He propped his chin on Dom's shoulder, loosely laced his arms around Dom's waist.
Dom sighed. Gave in. "All right. Bed."
Contentedly, Billy said, "Good."
They slept in their shorts. Billy's bed was large enough that his restless twitching didn't wake Dom, who was snoring on the other side, the blankets twined around his legs.
Billy's shouting, however, did wake Dom. Twice. Once around two-thirty and again around four, Billy bellowed surreal, mixed-word, and to Dom rather disturbing, warnings. The first time, Dom snapped awake, jumped a mile, expecting to find someone attacking them in their sleep à la the Black Riders in Bree. Heart pounding, he realized that was exactly what Billy was dreaming about.
"NO!" Billy roared, fists clenched. Or rather, right hand trying to clench, and failing, which seemed to frustrate him as he waved it about. "Leave him! Under pillow--under! Merry, no--dogs under the bed, can't you leave him not-Clive get the pillow it's not yours--Merry! Merry!"
Dom quickly reached over, seized Billy's arm, gave it a shake. "Billy--Bill, wake up!" he said urgently. There was a note of pure terror in Billy's voice that clutched at the breath, made Dom want to hold him tightly, bathe him in warmth. No more fucking Demerol, ever. "Billy!" he said louder. He rolled until he was laying on his stomach right next to Billy, wrapped an arm around him, restrained him. Billy's shouting trailed off in confusion.
"No Merry! Stop don't no leave him alone…" His eyes remained closed, and he was panting heavily.
"Ssh, Bill, it's okay," Dom said softly. "It's all right."
"Merry?" he asked shakily.
"Yes. Yeah, Pip. You're all right."
"Merry," he whimpered, sounding so like Pippin it made Dom's chest constrict. "Merry."
"Ssh, Pip."
Billy turned, buried his face in Dom's neck. "Not-Clive, Merry."
'Merry' and 'Pippin', while waiting for a call to set one day in Bree, had foolishly named the Black Riders. While tremendously funny at the time to give them names like Hal, Dickie, and Clive (Sally the Witch-King had just about given them fits), it backfired when they started to snicker at the imposing costumes. Terror became harder to summon. So they had to invent new Black Riders, ultra-Black Riders. Not-Hal, not-Dickie, and most fearsome of all, not-Clive. Not-Clive left them sweating through their scenes, panic-stricken. It worked perfectly.
"Oh, Pip… It's all right, I won't let him hurt you."
"Not me, you," he mumbled.
"Shh." Dom hugged Billy to his chest, held him until deep, even breathing told him he was asleep again.
The second time Billy's shouting woke Dom, there was less terror in Billy's voice, but it still made Dom uneasy.
"Don't! No--get off the plane for the house--I can't, I can't! No no no no leggo of--Orli don't you fucking do this to me no don't tell Dom I can't!" Billy started thrashing, nearly clouted Dom right in the ear.
Dom realized with a start it was a little cruel to leave Billy in his dream, no matter how much he wanted to know what Orli wasn't supposed to tell him. Was lying closer to him than last time, so he was able to simply reach out and caress Billy's face with the back of his hand.
"Don'ttouchmeDomhelpgettheplane!" Billy cried.
Dom jerked his hand away. Don't touch me Dom help? Damn him for not dreaming with proper punctuation, anyway. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He sat up, shook Billy's arm none too gently. "Bill, wake up. Wake up, dammit!"
Billy jolted, then lay still.
"Bill? You awake now?"
"Yeah. Why? Still dark." His voice was blurred with sleep.
"You were fucking dreaming again. What were you dreaming about?"
Billy yawned widely enough to make his eyes tear up. "Orli. Stupid plane taking me. Go to sleep, Dom." He rolled over and was out again almost immediately.
"I'd love to," Dom muttered. Lay down huffily. Laid awake, annoyed with Billy's dreaming brain and his own restless thoughts. He finally fell asleep again near dawn.
Billy woke up slowly. It took him a full disoriented minute to figure out why he was awake but still heard snoring. Ah, right--Dom. But why was he here--and in the bed? A dull, throbbing ache in his right hand brought most of the previous day seeping back into consciousness. Some bits were a little hazy, granted, but what do you expect, as drugged up--Billy's eyes opened wide as he suddenly remembered what he and Dom had done. On his sofa. And on the floor. He swallowed. Bloody hell. He sat up on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake Dom. Ran his left hand through his hair, spiking it up roughly. And he'd told Dom, dammit--told him he'd been watching him, trying to attract him for months. Oh please God don't let there be anything from last night more humiliating than that. Not that Dom had tried to embarrass him, of course he wouldn't. Wait a minute--Billy got up, padded on bare feet out to the living room, stared at the sofa. Willed his fuzzy brain to cough up the details. Hadn't Dom said--while he was--something about a few months too? He did. He bloody well did! A slow smile tilted Billy's mouth. Maybe things weren't so bad after all. God bless Demerol and its ability to reduce his Scottish reserve to nil. Demerol was his friend.
And now Dom was more. The thought was a little scary, a little breath-stealing, a little hard-on producing. What if Dom awoke with regrets? What if things didn't work out? Still a lot of filming time left to stagger through. What if--Billy stopped himself. Surefire way to sink it before it could swim. Just--let it be, Boyd. No pressure. The possible rewards were worth a great deal of risk.
He wandered into the kitchen, made coffee. Took some Paracetamol. Checked what was in the fridge for breakfast. Not much. Why was he craving French toast? He didn't even like it that much. Ah well, he was out of bread anyway.
"Let me guess," said a gravelly voice behind him. "No bread for French toast?"
Billy turned to see Dom propped up against the doorjamb, red eyes half open and hair every which way. "How'd you know?" He paused, gently said, "You look like shite. Why don't you go back to bed?"
"Checking on you. Finger?"
Billy made a face, held up his hand. "It's sore, but I'll live."
"Need Demerol?" Dom rubbed a hand over his scruffy face.
"No, I need my brain more. Paracetamol will do. Go on. Get."
"Nah, 'm up now. Coffee?"
"Dom--"
"Coffee, Bill."
Billy looked at him. Turned, poured a large mug of coffee. Put it on the table by the sugar bowl, and got the cream from the fridge. Handed it to Dom as he passed to sit at the table, his back to Billy, who remained leaning against the counter. Waited, but when Dom said nothing, finally asked, "So just how fucked up was I yesterday, anyway?"
Dom's shoulders tensed as he stirred his coffee.
Billy quickly added, "I mean, I remember almost everything, but it all seemed…perfectly normal to me. It made sense to me that there could be a blue dog, or that it was a good idea to climb up on a chair."
"You were…out there," Dom said. Explaining nothing.
Billy sighed. "You're going to make me ask, aren't you?"
"Ask what?" His voice gave nothing away. Which in itself said something, Billy just wasn't sure what.
"I can't just casually ignore it. Or, God forbid, forget. I thought it was a good idea, Dom. Did you?" Billy waited, rubbing the fingertips of his left hand lightly over the metal of the splint on his right. He waited for what seemed an unreasonably long time. "Dammit, Dom--"
"Do you still?" His voice was low.
"Do I still what?"
"Think it was a good idea. This morning, without the Demerol, is it still such a great idea?"
There was something in Dom's voice that pulled Billy's heart out of his throat and put it back where it was supposed to be. "The best. As far as I'm concerned, it's the best bloody idea I've ever had, Dom."
Dom slowly turned, his eyes tracking along the floor. Not until he was fully facing Billy did he raise his eyes. Searched Billy's. Read his truth there.
"Yeah, I guess it wasn't a bad one," he whispered shakily. "As your ideas go."
Billy smiled, walked over. Reached for Dom's head and clasped him tightly to his chest. Dom wrapped his arms around Billy's waist, enfolding him in warmth.
Several minutes later, Billy muttered, still smiling, "Took you long enough, gobshite."
"Whatever, you git. I'd still like to know when the hell you offered."
"I never stopped." Billy let Dom's head go. Suddenly swung a leg over and sat on his lap. Took Dom's face between his hands, nudged the scruffy cheek with his nose, and then kissed him.
Dom enjoyed the flutter in the pit of his stomach. Closed his eyes, kissed Billy back. He ran his hands lightly over Billy's bare back, let his hands rove down, let them come to rest cupping Billy's arse.
Billy opened his mouth, his tongue alerting Dom to do the same. Explored Dom: swept his teeth, teased the roof of his mouth, found the sensitive spot under his tongue. Let Dom do the same to him. Billy rocked forward slightly on his hips, their erections barely grazing through the cotton of their shorts. Dom moaned into his mouth.
Billy pulled his lips away. "Dom?"
Dom started kissing along Billy's jaw, giving him little nips with his teeth. "Mmm?"
"Will you help me with the shower?"
Dom smiled against Billy's skin. "I guess I probably should, yeah?"
"It might be a good idea." Billy tilted his head back and to the side, eyes still closed.
Dom obliged. Kissed Billy's throat, sucking and nibbling. "I'd hate for you to drown, or anything."
"Yeah. That might be bad."
"Yeah. And you need help with anything, you just ask. That's what I'm here for."
"Anything?"
Dom murmured into his ear. "Anything."
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That's enough with the big words. Unfortunately it leaves me with only small ones for the wonderfulness, the brio, the sparkly gorgeousness of your story. There are no words really to say how and why I love this - only that you hit all the right buttons and with such great tenderness. And the sex was the first really hot, tingly smut I've read in ages. Actually, smut is the wrong word. Desire?
Thank you so much, and I'll just say that I adore all your fics and this especially.
*runs away again*
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I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I LOVE that you think smut is the wrong word. :)
Thanks again. ::hugs::