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Title: Normal
Author: Bartleby
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Single malt scotch. PWP
Feedback: Yes, please; bartle_by@mac.com
Series: No
Disclaimer: These people aren't mine, I don't know them, I don't claim to. This is all fiction.
Normal
Dominic had counted on a normal evening. He wanted little more than to lie in a boiling tub and soak off grime and sweat and cake make-up and spirit gum and empty his mind of all intelligent thought. And then maybe sit and have a movie with Billy.
He got his bath. But a normal evening didn't include a bottle of single malt Scotch that Billy had somehow managed to sneak past customs without declaring it. Nor did it include Billy naked and the weight of him in Dominic's lap.
And it wasn't as though Dominic was complaining. He wasn't one to pass up a glass of seven of a fine whiskey, and he was pretty sure that he had been more than instrumental in Billy's nude perching. He certainly was licking his way into Billy's mouth with no lack of need and relish.
"Want you." He whispered.
Billy nodded, silently and slid from Dominic's lap. Short, thick fingers tore open heavy denim and dragged Dominic's dick out, swiping his tongue over the aching pink flesh before deep throating it whole. Dominic was sober enough to be astonished; he'd had blowjobs from men before. But Billy...
"Oh! Billy!"
And Billy rumbled something soft and shivery around Dominic's cock and pulled back. He peered at Dominic, eyes half masted; mouth slick with the precum that leaked out of the head of Dominic's penis and strung between prick and the glisten of Billy's lips.
"Get up." Billy ordered.
Dominic stood and allowed himself to be maneuvered around. Billy slid Dominic's jeans down and pressed his tongue against the pucker of Dominic's ass hole. Billy's tongue did good work, Dominic decided, until Billy's fingers slid into him. Three at once. Dominic sobbed as pleasure bleed sluggishly up his spine and into his brain.
Billy's fingers definitely did better work. They twitched inside him.
Much better work.
The angle changed slightly as Billy rose and his cock pressed against the crowd of fingers. Dominic trembled visibly.
"Oh, oh no." He whispered, and Billy lunged forward, sliding easily inside, prick fingers and all. "Oh, yes." Dominic's voice caught on the S, drawing it out into a gaspy hiss and stuttered only when Billy slid out and back in again with sinuous ease.
"Too drunk." Dominic gasped. The familiar pinch of orgasm was already firmly pressing against his balls. "Can't."
Billy touched his prick. "You will." He bit the knob or bone at the base of Dominic's neck and pressed his fingers deep. And then his cock and then his fingers and then is cock and Dominic screamed. His voice cracked at the top of the scale and he came until he was blind with it. Billy's orgasm was a bit more quiet.
He cursed musically and then pulled away and knelt to lick away the semen dripping down the insides of Dominic's thighs.
"Bill." Dominic panted. "I-"
"Shut-up," Billy said. "And come to bed."
~Fin
Author: Bartleby
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Single malt scotch. PWP
Feedback: Yes, please; bartle_by@mac.com
Series: No
Disclaimer: These people aren't mine, I don't know them, I don't claim to. This is all fiction.
Normal
Dominic had counted on a normal evening. He wanted little more than to lie in a boiling tub and soak off grime and sweat and cake make-up and spirit gum and empty his mind of all intelligent thought. And then maybe sit and have a movie with Billy.
He got his bath. But a normal evening didn't include a bottle of single malt Scotch that Billy had somehow managed to sneak past customs without declaring it. Nor did it include Billy naked and the weight of him in Dominic's lap.
And it wasn't as though Dominic was complaining. He wasn't one to pass up a glass of seven of a fine whiskey, and he was pretty sure that he had been more than instrumental in Billy's nude perching. He certainly was licking his way into Billy's mouth with no lack of need and relish.
"Want you." He whispered.
Billy nodded, silently and slid from Dominic's lap. Short, thick fingers tore open heavy denim and dragged Dominic's dick out, swiping his tongue over the aching pink flesh before deep throating it whole. Dominic was sober enough to be astonished; he'd had blowjobs from men before. But Billy...
"Oh! Billy!"
And Billy rumbled something soft and shivery around Dominic's cock and pulled back. He peered at Dominic, eyes half masted; mouth slick with the precum that leaked out of the head of Dominic's penis and strung between prick and the glisten of Billy's lips.
"Get up." Billy ordered.
Dominic stood and allowed himself to be maneuvered around. Billy slid Dominic's jeans down and pressed his tongue against the pucker of Dominic's ass hole. Billy's tongue did good work, Dominic decided, until Billy's fingers slid into him. Three at once. Dominic sobbed as pleasure bleed sluggishly up his spine and into his brain.
Billy's fingers definitely did better work. They twitched inside him.
Much better work.
The angle changed slightly as Billy rose and his cock pressed against the crowd of fingers. Dominic trembled visibly.
"Oh, oh no." He whispered, and Billy lunged forward, sliding easily inside, prick fingers and all. "Oh, yes." Dominic's voice caught on the S, drawing it out into a gaspy hiss and stuttered only when Billy slid out and back in again with sinuous ease.
"Too drunk." Dominic gasped. The familiar pinch of orgasm was already firmly pressing against his balls. "Can't."
Billy touched his prick. "You will." He bit the knob or bone at the base of Dominic's neck and pressed his fingers deep. And then his cock and then his fingers and then is cock and Dominic screamed. His voice cracked at the top of the scale and he came until he was blind with it. Billy's orgasm was a bit more quiet.
He cursed musically and then pulled away and knelt to lick away the semen dripping down the insides of Dominic's thighs.
"Bill." Dominic panted. "I-"
"Shut-up," Billy said. "And come to bed."
~Fin
ummmmm
what a wild, wonderful ride. may many, many more slash bunnies come your way.