Monaboyd GRE Study Guide Part IV
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monaboyd_monthLots of lust and jealousy to be found here.
invidious: tending to arouse envy or ill will in others
Rated R
Dom is still buzzing with energy when they get back to the hotel. In the elevator, he leans against the metal rail, his head falling against the back wall with a thud, dirty blonde locks mussed with dried sweat rustling against it. He smiles to himself, eyes falling closed. "Mmm." He pulls the cherry lolli out of his mouth with a pop. "Good night, yeah?"
Billy bites his upper lip, clutching the metal rail with one hand and their key card with the other. He watches the marble floor and listens to the numbers beep by.
"Hey," Dom insists, poking at Billy's side.
"Yeah," he responds too quickly, lifting his eyes to the digital red numbers above the doors.
Satisfied, Dom sticks the lolli back in his mouth, humming around it, tapping his right foot to the club beats still going in his head.
He almost chokes when the door closes behind them and Billy slams the full length of his body against him against the back of it. He quickly uses his tongue to move the hard candy to the inside of his cheek.
Billy just looks at him, his eyes gone that green steel color that makes Dom instantly hard.
"Hmm?" Dom questions playfully.
"Don't play dumb with me," Billy breathes over his mouth, persistently tingly and sweet and sticky.
A wave of adrenaline surges through Dom's veins like a pinball, but he pulls the lollipop out of his mouth and smiles calmly, eyes blue and wide. "Don't know what you're talking about, William." Pop goes the lolli, back in his mouth. He rolls it around with his tongue and smiles around it. It makes dull clicky sounds against his teeth.
Billy presses even closer, wedging his left leg between Dom's. He doesn't lower his eyes as he unbuttons Dom's jacket and slides both hands underneath the flaps, clipped fingernails scratching lightly, slowly down Dom's torso over his dress shirt.
Dom looks at him expectantly, his brow furrowed.
"You should've seen yourself tonight." Billy almost smiles. "All dressed up and shiny." He runs a finger down the front of Dom's satiny red tie, subtly pushing his thigh closer. The crown of Dom's head falls back against the door. He stares at Billy's lips through his eyelashes. Billy holds the end of the tie between two fingers and slowly wraps it around his hand in an upward swirl, pulling Dom forward roughly without warning and speaking into the skin just before his ear. "You were a little whore, weren't you? Kissin' everyone, lettin' them touch you?"
"Bill--" he tries to say around the candy.
"And you love bein' touched, don't you? By anyone. You get off on it."
"Nnh-nnh--"
"And they know you do, that's the thing. They know." Billy lets the tie unravel and pushes Dom back against the door, splaying a palm over his chest. He takes the stick of the lollipop between his fingers and moves to pull it out gently. Dom parts his lips, letting him. Billy drags it over Dom's mouth, leaving it glistening red. "And they love it when you touch them."
Billy leans in and his fingers travel down and he licks the lollipop over Dom's mouth--half lollipop, half lips--and he palms Dom between his legs, and Dom is undone. His eyes clench shut and he whimpers and his tongue curls out a little from between his lips, trying desperately to get another taste. But Billy pulls his face away and drops the lolli to the carpet. "Pretty Dom." He watches the twitches in Dom's face as he drags two fingers up the underside of his cock over his trousers. "They don't get to see you like this, do they?" Billy applies more pressure and Dom's jaw falls open a bit more around a breathy moan. "They don't know you like I do."
Dom smiles, the warmth at the pit of his stomach spreading to his chest. His eyes open in slits. "Get the camera, yeah? Maybe they'd like a photo."
Billy's eyes narrow playfully before he takes Dom by the lapels, leads him to the bed and throws him down on it, causing the mattress to shake violently. He crawls over Dom and sits on his thighs, working the tie loose and over his collar and out of the way so he can pop the buttons on his shirt, press his mouth to his skin and chant, "Mineminemineminemine."
Dom licks the cherry off his lips and thinks, Yesyesyesyesyes.
*****
welter: to writhe, to toss about; to be in turmoil
Rated NC-17, beware of the het.
Dom can't sleep. He doesn't know why. It's been a long fucking day. A really long fucking day. Most nights, he's so exhausted by said really long fucking day that he's out like a baby in exactly 3.5 seconds. If he's had a few drinks, 2.5.
He gives a loud sigh into the dark empty, rubs his hands over his face, and turns his body to look at the clock on the bedside table. 1:27, the angry red numbers taunt. His alarm will be going off in exactly 2 hours and 3 minutes.
Fuck.
He closes his eyes and tries too hard to relax every muscle in his body. It's no use. They're all buzzing. They seem to be even more awake than they are during the day, if possible.
Focusing on the redblack behind his eyelids allows the slow, steady, deep breathing across the room to come into focus. Dom's eyes snap open and he scowls into the blueblack of the trailer in Billy's direction. There's no doubt in his mind why Billy's sleeping so soundly. Well, there was the really long fucking day. But there was also the little scene he happened upon during their lunch break.
Billy kneeling on the floor in front of the full-size bed, his face between some redhead's thighs, her legs bent over his shoulders (looking as if Billy put them there by force, Dom noted), her heels moving up and down against the middle of his back.
Billy was still in his Pippin costume, which made the whole experience about ten billion times more strange. The scene had obviously been going on for quite a while, as the redhead was close--
arching her back off the bed, clutching her own breasts, her moans high-pitched and breathy and needy
--and Billy probably didn't even hear Dom fling the trailer door open, with her
thighs pressing so hard against his ears
and even if he did hear, she'd probably have decapitated him with said thighs if he stopped whatever he was doing in that mystery space that Dom's eyes couldn't quite reach.
Their bodies are forming an "S," was the first stupid thought to enter his mind when he walked in. The second was, I need to leave. Which he did. Pivoted and left quickly, quietly, and efficiently.
But those 4 seconds (at most) of pending climax were burned into his brain like images to celluloid. And now, at 1:29am, they were playing on a persistent loop against the projection screen in his head.
Billy breathes deeply across the room, and Dom flips over onto his side, facing the window. He hums "Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star" quietly. But the sound of his own voice turns into the redhead's moans in his ears, and he has to wrap his pillow around the back of his head so it's cushioned against the sides of his face.
What the fuck was his problem? It hadn't been a big deal. Billy knew he'd walked in on them, and it still hadn't been a big deal. They'd even joked about it between takes that afternoon.
"Ehm," Billy started.
Dom stifled a giggle. "Yeah 'ehm'," he teased, nudging him with his shoulder.
Billy giggled. "Sorry you had to see that."
"No apologies necessary, mate." Dom patted him on the back and winked when Billy lifted his shining eyes to him. "I'm sorry I didn't knock first."
Then they both laughed, and it was fine. Billy may have blushed a bit, but it was fine.
But now Dom is the one blushing. He's listening to Billy breathe across the trailer into the dark and he's picturing him and Billy making that same "S," his thighs pressing against Billy's Pippin ears, Billy's clever tongue licking up, up, strong arms pulling him closer by the backs of his knees, Billy nudging lower and licking under--and now Dom's pressing his face into his pillow and lifting the duvet over his head, he's blushing so furiously with the idea of that.
invidious: tending to arouse envy or ill will in others
Rated R
Dom is still buzzing with energy when they get back to the hotel. In the elevator, he leans against the metal rail, his head falling against the back wall with a thud, dirty blonde locks mussed with dried sweat rustling against it. He smiles to himself, eyes falling closed. "Mmm." He pulls the cherry lolli out of his mouth with a pop. "Good night, yeah?"
Billy bites his upper lip, clutching the metal rail with one hand and their key card with the other. He watches the marble floor and listens to the numbers beep by.
"Hey," Dom insists, poking at Billy's side.
"Yeah," he responds too quickly, lifting his eyes to the digital red numbers above the doors.
Satisfied, Dom sticks the lolli back in his mouth, humming around it, tapping his right foot to the club beats still going in his head.
He almost chokes when the door closes behind them and Billy slams the full length of his body against him against the back of it. He quickly uses his tongue to move the hard candy to the inside of his cheek.
Billy just looks at him, his eyes gone that green steel color that makes Dom instantly hard.
"Hmm?" Dom questions playfully.
"Don't play dumb with me," Billy breathes over his mouth, persistently tingly and sweet and sticky.
A wave of adrenaline surges through Dom's veins like a pinball, but he pulls the lollipop out of his mouth and smiles calmly, eyes blue and wide. "Don't know what you're talking about, William." Pop goes the lolli, back in his mouth. He rolls it around with his tongue and smiles around it. It makes dull clicky sounds against his teeth.
Billy presses even closer, wedging his left leg between Dom's. He doesn't lower his eyes as he unbuttons Dom's jacket and slides both hands underneath the flaps, clipped fingernails scratching lightly, slowly down Dom's torso over his dress shirt.
Dom looks at him expectantly, his brow furrowed.
"You should've seen yourself tonight." Billy almost smiles. "All dressed up and shiny." He runs a finger down the front of Dom's satiny red tie, subtly pushing his thigh closer. The crown of Dom's head falls back against the door. He stares at Billy's lips through his eyelashes. Billy holds the end of the tie between two fingers and slowly wraps it around his hand in an upward swirl, pulling Dom forward roughly without warning and speaking into the skin just before his ear. "You were a little whore, weren't you? Kissin' everyone, lettin' them touch you?"
"Bill--" he tries to say around the candy.
"And you love bein' touched, don't you? By anyone. You get off on it."
"Nnh-nnh--"
"And they know you do, that's the thing. They know." Billy lets the tie unravel and pushes Dom back against the door, splaying a palm over his chest. He takes the stick of the lollipop between his fingers and moves to pull it out gently. Dom parts his lips, letting him. Billy drags it over Dom's mouth, leaving it glistening red. "And they love it when you touch them."
Billy leans in and his fingers travel down and he licks the lollipop over Dom's mouth--half lollipop, half lips--and he palms Dom between his legs, and Dom is undone. His eyes clench shut and he whimpers and his tongue curls out a little from between his lips, trying desperately to get another taste. But Billy pulls his face away and drops the lolli to the carpet. "Pretty Dom." He watches the twitches in Dom's face as he drags two fingers up the underside of his cock over his trousers. "They don't get to see you like this, do they?" Billy applies more pressure and Dom's jaw falls open a bit more around a breathy moan. "They don't know you like I do."
Dom smiles, the warmth at the pit of his stomach spreading to his chest. His eyes open in slits. "Get the camera, yeah? Maybe they'd like a photo."
Billy's eyes narrow playfully before he takes Dom by the lapels, leads him to the bed and throws him down on it, causing the mattress to shake violently. He crawls over Dom and sits on his thighs, working the tie loose and over his collar and out of the way so he can pop the buttons on his shirt, press his mouth to his skin and chant, "Mineminemineminemine."
Dom licks the cherry off his lips and thinks, Yesyesyesyesyes.
*****
welter: to writhe, to toss about; to be in turmoil
Rated NC-17, beware of the het.
Dom can't sleep. He doesn't know why. It's been a long fucking day. A really long fucking day. Most nights, he's so exhausted by said really long fucking day that he's out like a baby in exactly 3.5 seconds. If he's had a few drinks, 2.5.
He gives a loud sigh into the dark empty, rubs his hands over his face, and turns his body to look at the clock on the bedside table. 1:27, the angry red numbers taunt. His alarm will be going off in exactly 2 hours and 3 minutes.
Fuck.
He closes his eyes and tries too hard to relax every muscle in his body. It's no use. They're all buzzing. They seem to be even more awake than they are during the day, if possible.
Focusing on the redblack behind his eyelids allows the slow, steady, deep breathing across the room to come into focus. Dom's eyes snap open and he scowls into the blueblack of the trailer in Billy's direction. There's no doubt in his mind why Billy's sleeping so soundly. Well, there was the really long fucking day. But there was also the little scene he happened upon during their lunch break.
Billy kneeling on the floor in front of the full-size bed, his face between some redhead's thighs, her legs bent over his shoulders (looking as if Billy put them there by force, Dom noted), her heels moving up and down against the middle of his back.
Billy was still in his Pippin costume, which made the whole experience about ten billion times more strange. The scene had obviously been going on for quite a while, as the redhead was close--
arching her back off the bed, clutching her own breasts, her moans high-pitched and breathy and needy
--and Billy probably didn't even hear Dom fling the trailer door open, with her
thighs pressing so hard against his ears
and even if he did hear, she'd probably have decapitated him with said thighs if he stopped whatever he was doing in that mystery space that Dom's eyes couldn't quite reach.
Their bodies are forming an "S," was the first stupid thought to enter his mind when he walked in. The second was, I need to leave. Which he did. Pivoted and left quickly, quietly, and efficiently.
But those 4 seconds (at most) of pending climax were burned into his brain like images to celluloid. And now, at 1:29am, they were playing on a persistent loop against the projection screen in his head.
Billy breathes deeply across the room, and Dom flips over onto his side, facing the window. He hums "Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star" quietly. But the sound of his own voice turns into the redhead's moans in his ears, and he has to wrap his pillow around the back of his head so it's cushioned against the sides of his face.
What the fuck was his problem? It hadn't been a big deal. Billy knew he'd walked in on them, and it still hadn't been a big deal. They'd even joked about it between takes that afternoon.
"Ehm," Billy started.
Dom stifled a giggle. "Yeah 'ehm'," he teased, nudging him with his shoulder.
Billy giggled. "Sorry you had to see that."
"No apologies necessary, mate." Dom patted him on the back and winked when Billy lifted his shining eyes to him. "I'm sorry I didn't knock first."
Then they both laughed, and it was fine. Billy may have blushed a bit, but it was fine.
But now Dom is the one blushing. He's listening to Billy breathe across the trailer into the dark and he's picturing him and Billy making that same "S," his thighs pressing against Billy's Pippin ears, Billy's clever tongue licking up, up, strong arms pulling him closer by the backs of his knees, Billy nudging lower and licking under--and now Dom's pressing his face into his pillow and lifting the duvet over his head, he's blushing so furiously with the idea of that.
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Date: 2008-05-03 05:21 pm (UTC)"Nnh-nnh--"
"And they know you do, that's the thing. They know."
Nnnngghh, yes. Everybody knows, Dom. And we love you for it.
And about the other one? I just want to snuggle that Dom.
Dom's pressing his face into his pillow and lifting the duvet over his head, he's blushing so furiously with the idea of that.
Awwww.
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Date: 2008-05-04 09:12 am (UTC)Yes, yes we do.
Thank you!