Points 1/3

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Title: Points

Author: HMC

Pairing: Primarily Monaboyd, definite Dombillijah, but throwing Sean A. in the mix as well.  I am so naughty.

Warnings: MUCHO KINK.  Tickling, small increments of pain, and a bit o’ the sexual torture.  :::big shit-eating grin:::

Rating: NC-17, and my first one in a while, so I might be a bit rusty, :::cracks knuckles:::

Notes: What’s funny is, I have this HUGE tickle kink in writing and the visual pr0n.  But in real life, if anyone so much as pokes me in the stomach I jump a mile and sometimes throw punches.  I’ve literally injured people who’ve tried to tickle me.  Weird how it works out. 

 

 

 

Dom, Billy decided finally, was an evil little bastard.  At 5am that morning, when the only hobbit on call was Billy for scenes in Minas Tirith, his cell phone had gone off while he was getting his feet applied.  Sleepily, Billy had fished it out and was greeted by a low, husky voice on the other end.  Billy barely managed to keep the nature of the call secret from the rest in the trailer. 

 

Suffice to say, Dom promised Billy a surprise once his filming for the day was done.  And by the tone of his voice, that surprise was going to involve some mind-blowing sex.  Billy reached the conclusion that Dom was evil when the younger man abruptly hung up the phone and left Billy standing in the make up trailer with the beginnings of an erection and a 16-hour work day to look forward to. 

 

Which gave him plenty of time to anticipate what Dom was cooking up in that misshapen head of his.  Hadn’t he uttered something about ‘revenge’ as well?  It wasn’t impossible, considering the prank that he, Sean and Elijah had played on him the day before.

 

Billy snickered just thinking about it.  He’d managed to recruit the other two “way-too-much-time-on-their-hands” hobbits to sit on Dom while Billy stuffed ice cubes down the immobilized man’s shirt.  They’d laughed their asses off, while Dom squirmed and yelped like a girl as the ice melted.

 

Billy coped and made it through the day even with his vivid imagination working overtime and against him.  It definitely played havoc with his concentration, but if he was off his game, no one said anything.  He felt like a kid in high school waiting for the bell to ring, and getting his feet taken off seemed to take longer than normal, but he dealt with it, and tore ass out of the trailer as soon as his make-up girl was done.

 

When he reached the little beach house that he and Dom shared, on instinct he made a beeline for their bedroom, listening for voices, movement; anything that would give away Dom’s presence.  But he heard nothing.  Still, Dom could be awfully light on his feet when he wanted, so Billy cautiously opened the door to the bedroom, peering in first before taking one tentative step inside.

 

The room was dark, so Billy reached casually over for the light switch.  Before he could turn it on, he was jumped from behind by at least two persons.  One latched their arms around his chest, pinning down his arms, and the other didn’t help so much as tackle them both to the ground.  Billy cried out and instinctively kicked back, utilizing some of that Jeet Kun Do he’d been so proud to show off with, but it proved useless, as he’d hesitated too long.  He found himself buried under heavy, unyielding bodies, while he fought desperately to free himself, his mind jumping to awful conclusions of what could happen to him now.  Would they beat him?  Kill him?  Something else? 

 

His arms were wrenched above his head, one of the figures sitting on them.  The other, larger one sat on his legs, immobilizing him completely.  Billy began cursing them out of frustration, bucking his hips to throw them off, wrenching his body from side to side in an attempt to escape. 

 

Adrenaline pumping, it was only when the one on his arms began to giggle that he recognized them.  “Elijah!!  Sean!  You fucks!  Christ, I nearly shit myself!  G’off!”  He would have laughed if he hadn’t been so scared a few seconds ago.  Right now was about catching his breath and getting off the floor.

 

A third person, probably Dom, flicked on the light switch, and Billy could see the predatory look in Elijah’s eyes as the youngest hobbit glanced over to Sean.  Sean held an expression of anxious anticipation, but held a look of mischief in his eyes as well.  It was then that Billy noticed they weren’t making a move to get off him, keeping him firmly pressed to the floor.  Ah fuck....

 

It was then that Dom came into view, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts and a smile.  “I like you like that, Bills.  The Helpless Look.  Very sexy.”  He kneeled by Billy, throwing a leg over and sat astride the Scotsman’s hips.  Running his hands languorously up and down Billy’s chest, over his shirt, he said, “You played a nasty little prank on me, y’know.  Figured I’d return the favor.”  He leaned down close and stole Billy’s breath with a deep, mind-numbing kiss. 

 

Billy craned his neck up into the kiss, liking this “Dominant Dominic” above him, but still a little unsure about the two extra people in the room, who were presently still on top of him.  Whatever qualms he had about them, though, were temporarily overshadowed by the fact that Dom was now lifting Billy’s t-shirt up over his head, leaving it stuck somewhere around his elbows, where Elijah sat. 

 

Dom leant down and nuzzled the light brown hair the sprinkled Billy’s chest.  Lapping at the collar bone for a moment or two, he left a wet trail with his tongue down to Billy’s left nipple, nibbling and sucking when he got there.  Billy let his eyes close, a pleasured grin sneaking it’s way onto his face.  He hummed his approval, loving the slivers of pleasure that crept through his chest as Dom’s tongue flicked back and forth.  Dom’s left hand then snaked it’s way up and played with the other nipple, his thumb playfully grazing over the nub until it was hard.

 

Dom sat up after he’d dragged another ragged moan of pleasure from him.  He looked entirely too happy with himself, sitting there with a smug grin on his face.  “Think you’re clever, don’t ya?”  Billy murmured, teasing.

 

Immediately, Dom’s face got just a bit darker, as if Billy’s statement was a challenge.  “Oh, I know I am, Mr. Billy Boyd.  I’m also a fast learner.  And a great teacher.  And these two delightful young men,” he nodded first at Sean behind him, then Elijah in front of him, “are my pupils.  Lucky they’re also quick learners.  And good at following directions.  Elijah.  Come here....”

 

And with that, Billy watched as the two younger men engaged in a hot, slow kiss, devouring each other, their eyes closed lazily.  Billy groaned, he had a wonderful view of the kiss from below, and Elijah’s perfect smooth face.  There were small glimpses of their tongues every now and then, peeking out between their equally beautiful lips.  Billy had never considered what it would be like to bring someone else “into their bedroom” so to speak, but damn if that wasn’t one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.  Dom kissed Elijah, but his hands remained on Billy’s chest, stroking and teasing him to the brink of madness.

 

When the kiss ended, Elijah leaned back with his eyes still closed and licked his lips, grinning.  Dom looked down at Billy again, his breathing even and steady.  In the back of his mind, Billy cursed Dom for being so calm and collected while he himself was hot and bothered and close to bucking his hips for attention. 

 

“Today’s lesson.”  Dom began, staying with the teaching idea.  “Billy is very responsive in bed, or this case, on the floor.”

 

Billy felt Sean shift on his legs, but could not see what he was doing, as Dom blocked his view.

 

“This is because my dear Billy’s body is a collection of small, hidden spots; each elicit a different reaction.  Like playing a piano, or a guitar.  You press the right keys, pluck the right strings, and you can make beautiful music.”

 

Billy, still immobilized on the floor and completely helpless to Dom’s ministrations, writhed a bit, trying to get some attention paid to his neglected cock.  But he couldn’t resist teasing Dom some more, the cocky bastard was just too haughty for his liking.  “Dom, did you just use the word ‘elicit?’  My God, might have to write home about that one....”  But he trailed off as he noticed the movement of Dom’s fingertips down to his ribcage, and off to the sides.  His eyes widened as he realized what was going to happen.

 

Dom brought his fingers to Billy’s side, digging into the default ticklish point on any human being and the older man tensed up immediately, his entire body going rigid.  Instead of laughing, as Elijah and Sean had expected him to do, Billy arched his back, eyes clenched, and let out a squeak that contorted his face into a silent howl.  Dom grinned, his eyes going misty and dark.  Elijah made a small groan and shifted, very much turned on by the twitching arc of Billy’s chest. 

 

Dom kept his fingers buried into Billy’s ribs, moving back and forth only slightly for a good ten seconds before he stopped, and Billy released a heaving gush of air, his face a darker shade of pink.  “You... you wretched little bastards....”  He panted, and the other three could tell that in some weird way, there was an element of endearment in the statement.  “I’ll... I’ll kill you for this...”  Billy gasped, his cheeks flushed.  His chest rose up and fell in quick succession, and at either end of him, Sean and Elijah were amazed that he was in such a state with just a little tickling.

 

Dom read their thoughts and spoke.  “What did I tell you boys?  His entire body is made up of different points.  And I’ve taken my time getting to know them all.  Some points feel good,” and he accentuated that statement with a bite to the pulse point on Billy’s neck, forcing a cry of pleasure from the Scot’s lips.  “Some.... hurt.”  A dig of the fingers into the muscles of Billy’s biceps, and he gave a hiss/growl that sounded like some erotic mix of pain and lust.  “Some, I just like to amuse myself with when he’s helpless and unbearably hard.”  Billy felt a hand trace over his trapped erection, realizing Sean had decided to actually take part, albeit a very brief participation. 

 

Dom brought his fingers down to Billy’s navel, tracing around it, teasingly dipping inside, before tickling him with a fervor.  Billy’s mouth fell open, his eyes widening as he wriggled and bucked, instinctively trying to get away from the insistent hands.  His breath came back to him in bursts, he gasped and hissed.  “Ahh, ahh!  No.... nng!  Gah.... D-- Dom!  Stop, ah!”  Every heartbeat seemed directly focused on his cock, while the fingers dragged gasps and shivers from his body.  His thoughts were muddled, he couldn’t think clearly with Dom torturing him like this.  If only he could curl up on himself, but with his limbs trapped, all he could do was clench his muscles.

 

“But I don’t want to stop, Bills.”  He feigned a hurt look, fingers still lazily stroking and digging at Billy’s exposed midsection.  He stopped to lean down close, his lips barely touching Billy’s ear, as he spoke in the lowest register of voice he could manage.  “You look so wonderful, pinned down there under Elijah.  You’re blushing now, you know that?  Your cheeks are red, and so is your chest.  Ooh, and your nipples are so hard, Billy.  You’re enjoying this, no matter how much it drives you crazy.  I know that tickling you is the most torturous thing for you, but you like being helpless.”

 

Dom rotated his hips a little, feeling the effects himself.  He then sat back up, settling on Billy’s hips again.  “I think I’ll just watch you for a while.  Elijah.  Play with his nipples.  Sean,” he looked over his shoulder.  “The backs of his knees, if you will.”  Dom crossed his arms, giving Billy a few seconds to catch his breath.

 

At this point, Billy’s body was on fire.  Every nerve was hyper-sensitive and tingled with energy he wasn’t allowed to show.  But as much as he wanted to curl up on himself and kick at them until they went away, he craved more of the touch.  Dom was right about him; he liked being helpless, at the mercy of someone else.  As much as this was torture, it also felt really, *really* good.  He took that moment to appreciate the fact that he wore sweat pants instead of jeans home, even though his cock still hated him for keeping it trapped.

 

Elijah, who was just itching to get in on this, leaned forward slightly and laid his palms flat on Billy’s chest, warming the skin.  He moved them back and forth, massaging the tight muscles until they relented a bit, and set to work on the dark circles of flesh.  When he looked down between his arms at Billy, they connected eyes for a second.  The soft, hazed-over green pleading with him, for what, neither of them knew.  When Billy’s eyes shut in tortured bliss, Elijah kept his gaze focused on his eyelids, on his parted lips revealing clenched teeth, on flushed cheeks. 

 

He decided that this was Dom’s best idea ever.