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distrait: distracted; absent-minded, especially due to anxiety
Rated PG-13 for the language and the sexy
"Hold still, you impatient British bastard." Elijah puts the finishing touches on Dom's makeup. "There. Done." He physically turns Dom so he's facing the bathroom mirror.
Dom smiles wide, lightly fingering the fake gash that Elijah has created on his forehead. " 'S fantastic."
Elijah's gaze lifts suddenly from the tube of stage makeup he's busy closing. He drops it in the sink and swats Dom's hand away from his face. "Don't touch it. It's still wet." He leans his head back so Dom can get a good look at the work he's done on himself. "How's mine?"
"Good," Dom nods, still staring at himself happily. He vaguely registers the sounds of Billy's bedroom door opening and then quick, heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Elijah turns in the direction of the bathroom door, anticipating.
"Hey, gents," Billy booms, peeking his head in.
Dom's eyes find Billy in the mirror and his stomach flips.
"Holy shit! You look fantastic!" Elijah beams.
And Dom can't turn around, or move, or breathe--because Billy is dressed like an army cadet. Shiny black combat boots, camouflage fatigues, green tanktop. He even has dogtags hanging loosely around his neck. "Fuck," Dom exhales, still leaning slightly over the bathroom sink.
Billy stands at attention and salutes him in the mirror playfully.
At the party that night, Dom is an absolute mess. From the moment Billy had walked into the bathroom in that stupid fucking costume, Dom has not been able to stop staring.
"So what are you and Lij supposed to be?" Orli asks excitedly, adjusting his cowboy hat.
The way Billy's hips tilt and his legs move underneath those pants--or, rather, the way those pants move over him.
"Dom?"
That unfairly thin ribbed tanktop hugging his chest, stretching over his shoulder blades as he twists his torso to hand a drink to Liv.
Orli whistles. "Sblomie?"
His magnificently bulky arms just there, all exposed for all to see and flexing with every movement.
"I don't know," Dom replies absently, popping another candy corn. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard the question; he just doesn't care.
Not since Billy decided to go to the Halloween party looking like a walking wet dream.
Orli scoops the quickly dwindling pile of candy corn out of his palm. "I think you've had enough of that." Viggo laughs at this, and Dom sort of hears it through the Billy-induced fog in his head.
It's not that it's his first time realizing his friend is attractive. He'd noticed very early on that Bill was gorgeous in his own lovely, understated way, all pretty eyes and charming little smirk. And he could certainly be sexy and even smouldering when he wanted to be. Dom had seen it. But Billy never, never flaunted it. That was a big part of his charm, really. He didn't need to flaunt it. He more than got by on just hinting at it. A slow smile here, a raised eyebrow there. But never anything like this. This distractingly masculine display. This is just cruelty.
Across the room, the small, rounded metal rectangles hanging on chains around Billy's neck glint at the center of his collarbone like a target. Dom is alarmed to find that he wants to walk away from whoever's standing next to him, take a few quick strides due east, hold Billy against the bar, and lick the 'V' of skin between the two sides of his chain. He wants to lick over the chain, taste it too, then hold it in his mouth as he tears that flimsy tanktop off.
It's then that he notices Billy staring back at him. He looks amused. What? he mouths to Dom.
Dom blushes, shaking his head. This is new, he thinks. This is new and he likes it.
*****
rapacious: voracious; greedy; plundering; subsisting on prey
Rated NC-17, beware of the dir-tay.
*sequel to the above "distrait"
Billy's head throbs from the shock and pain of Dom slamming him against the wall in the hallway. The buzz of music and drunken conversation from the floor below has just started to drift back through his ears, when he opens his eyes and sees Dom's face no more than two inches in front of his own. Before he can breathe out, The fuck, Dom?, the unfamiliar look in those familiar grey eyes steals his voice.
Dom's mouth is parted and his breath is bittersweet with vodka. Beneath that sea of pure need in his eyes is an undercurrent of fear, and his hands shake as they come up to palm Billy's chest. His gaze flickers down to his hands, their collective breaths becoming harsher, and Dom shuts his eyes as his thumbs slide back and forth once. His head falls forward into the crook of Billy's neck as he breathes out, "Don't ask me what I'm doing, Bills." Billy is completely still, except for his chest, heaving with the force of his breath. "Please, just don't. Because I don't know." Dom's fingertips slide down and around Billy's waist as he licks a distinct path up Billy's neck to his earlobe. "Okay?"
Without thinking, Billy exhales, "Okay," nuzzling Dom slightly to urge him on.
Dom pulls back to look Billy in the eye and confirm he wasn't just hearing him acquiesce, and when those green eyes bear into his own with certainty and a reflecting undercurrent of fear, Dom doesn't hesitate. He stumbles quickly backwards, pulling Billy with him by the waist of his fatigues, the combat boots clunking heavily on the hardwood floor.
In seconds, Billy's bedroom door is closed and locked, and Billy is spread out on his back on his own bed. He couldn't have predicted this. And to be honest, he still doesn't know what he can predict for the moments to follow. He wants to laugh at the fact that Dom's gruesome zombie makeup is still fresh as he straddles Billy and hovers over his face, but finds he can't do much of anything when he sees the naked desperation coming in waves off of his best friend. True to his costume, Dom looks like he might just eat him alive.
Without warning, Dom's mouth falls onto his, gentle at first, just tasting, trapping Billy's lower lip between his and feeling its texture with his tongue. "Mmm," Dom moans into him reverently, before dropping his jaw and curling his long tongue into Billy's waiting mouth. Billy's brow furrows and he answers with a surprised, urgent mmm of his own, and Dom exhales through his nose, licking the inside of Billy's mouth languidly. Just when they've started to devour each other in earnest, Dom breaks away, whispering "Fuck" before nudging underneath Billy's chin and tongue-kissing his throat.
When Billy finally reaches a hand up and threads it through Dom's messy hair, Dom grabs it instantly, along with his other hand resting at his side on the mattress, and pushes both above Billy's head, holding them there. "No," he insists against Billy's mouth. "Let me. Let me." And then he's biting Billy's shoulder, sucking along his collarbone and making him squirm, and Billy doesn't have time to think, What the fuck is this anyway? because before he knows it, Dom is pushing up the hem of his tanktop and tonguing the hair below his navel. Billy presses his fingertips into his palms, the duvet rustling beneath him.
Dom's breath is hot against the sensitive skin at his hipbones and then Dom's long fingers are fumbling at the button of his fatigues, and before he can take a deep breath, he's in Dom's hand and then he's in Dom's fucking mouth, his best friend is fucking dragging his tongue up the length of his cock. Billy draws in a quick sharp breath and exhales on a rich moan as the point of Dom's tongue finds its way inside his slit, and Dom moans in response, sending vibrations through his skin and straight to the pit of his stomach. "God," Dom whispers, holding him. "You sound better than I thought you would."
Billy presses the heels of his hands into his eyes with the effort to not grab Dom by the hair and roll his hips up off the bed, but then he doesn't need to because Dom is taking him in all the way to the back of his throat, the tip of that long tongue slipping out over his bottom lip to taste him at the base, and oh god that's filthy, that's fucking filthy, Dom, and when Dom's eyes glance up for a moment, he realizes he's said that out loud. Dom growls in the back of his throat, his free hand holding Billy's hips down hard as he deep-throats him eagerly, repeatedly. He stops for a moment and Billy whimpers in pain, and Dom licks slowly up his shaft again, then smiles, "You taste so fucking good."
Billy moans insistently, and almost sobs in frustration when Dom flips him onto his stomach. He feels the baggy army fatigues pulled down to his knees, followed by his boxers, and he looks back over his shoulder, breathless. "Dom," he warns, but Dom pushes him down by the shoulder, making sure the side of his face is pressed into the mattress when he spreads him and tongues his entrance. "Oh FUCK!" Billy shouts. This he really could not have predicted. He can feel Dom smiling against him. Into him. "Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck." Dom spreads him further and wriggles his tongue inside, and Billy thrusts into the mattress shamelessly, feeling the duvet getting damp and then damper beneath his stomach. He feels every muscle in his back going rigid at the unbearably new sensation of getting tongue-fucked, not recognizing his own voice as he moans with each thrust, "ungh... ungh... Dom... Dom, fuck... ahh..." The nearness of Billy's orgasm surprises them both, his thighs thrumming with anticipation and need, and when Dom moves to hold them both down firmly with his hands, burying his face between his cheeks, Billy comes apart, rising off the bed a little as he shoots thick and hot into the duvet and across his stomach.
"Oh Jesus," Billy exhales, collapsing back onto his stomach. He feels heat blooming across his face and down his torso as he tries to catch his breath, his heart pounding against the mattress, and shivers at a soft, tentative kiss against the ultrasensitive small of his back. Then he feels a lithe, muscled, equally spent body collapse on top of his, and closes his eyes, swallowing.
Dom has a much easier time catching his breath as he rests his cheek against Billy's shoulder. Before Billy can even ask, Dom's whispering, "Sorry. 'M sorry," hotly into his skin. He runs his fingers along Billy's shoulder in appreciation and apology. "You look so fucking good in this," Dom almost laughs.
Billy smiles, noticing that they're both still fully dressed.
Last pair later this evening.
distrait: distracted; absent-minded, especially due to anxiety
Rated PG-13 for the language and the sexy
"Hold still, you impatient British bastard." Elijah puts the finishing touches on Dom's makeup. "There. Done." He physically turns Dom so he's facing the bathroom mirror.
Dom smiles wide, lightly fingering the fake gash that Elijah has created on his forehead. " 'S fantastic."
Elijah's gaze lifts suddenly from the tube of stage makeup he's busy closing. He drops it in the sink and swats Dom's hand away from his face. "Don't touch it. It's still wet." He leans his head back so Dom can get a good look at the work he's done on himself. "How's mine?"
"Good," Dom nods, still staring at himself happily. He vaguely registers the sounds of Billy's bedroom door opening and then quick, heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Elijah turns in the direction of the bathroom door, anticipating.
"Hey, gents," Billy booms, peeking his head in.
Dom's eyes find Billy in the mirror and his stomach flips.
"Holy shit! You look fantastic!" Elijah beams.
And Dom can't turn around, or move, or breathe--because Billy is dressed like an army cadet. Shiny black combat boots, camouflage fatigues, green tanktop. He even has dogtags hanging loosely around his neck. "Fuck," Dom exhales, still leaning slightly over the bathroom sink.
Billy stands at attention and salutes him in the mirror playfully.
At the party that night, Dom is an absolute mess. From the moment Billy had walked into the bathroom in that stupid fucking costume, Dom has not been able to stop staring.
"So what are you and Lij supposed to be?" Orli asks excitedly, adjusting his cowboy hat.
The way Billy's hips tilt and his legs move underneath those pants--or, rather, the way those pants move over him.
"Dom?"
That unfairly thin ribbed tanktop hugging his chest, stretching over his shoulder blades as he twists his torso to hand a drink to Liv.
Orli whistles. "Sblomie?"
His magnificently bulky arms just there, all exposed for all to see and flexing with every movement.
"I don't know," Dom replies absently, popping another candy corn. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard the question; he just doesn't care.
Not since Billy decided to go to the Halloween party looking like a walking wet dream.
Orli scoops the quickly dwindling pile of candy corn out of his palm. "I think you've had enough of that." Viggo laughs at this, and Dom sort of hears it through the Billy-induced fog in his head.
It's not that it's his first time realizing his friend is attractive. He'd noticed very early on that Bill was gorgeous in his own lovely, understated way, all pretty eyes and charming little smirk. And he could certainly be sexy and even smouldering when he wanted to be. Dom had seen it. But Billy never, never flaunted it. That was a big part of his charm, really. He didn't need to flaunt it. He more than got by on just hinting at it. A slow smile here, a raised eyebrow there. But never anything like this. This distractingly masculine display. This is just cruelty.
Across the room, the small, rounded metal rectangles hanging on chains around Billy's neck glint at the center of his collarbone like a target. Dom is alarmed to find that he wants to walk away from whoever's standing next to him, take a few quick strides due east, hold Billy against the bar, and lick the 'V' of skin between the two sides of his chain. He wants to lick over the chain, taste it too, then hold it in his mouth as he tears that flimsy tanktop off.
It's then that he notices Billy staring back at him. He looks amused. What? he mouths to Dom.
Dom blushes, shaking his head. This is new, he thinks. This is new and he likes it.
*****
rapacious: voracious; greedy; plundering; subsisting on prey
Rated NC-17, beware of the dir-tay.
*sequel to the above "distrait"
Billy's head throbs from the shock and pain of Dom slamming him against the wall in the hallway. The buzz of music and drunken conversation from the floor below has just started to drift back through his ears, when he opens his eyes and sees Dom's face no more than two inches in front of his own. Before he can breathe out, The fuck, Dom?, the unfamiliar look in those familiar grey eyes steals his voice.
Dom's mouth is parted and his breath is bittersweet with vodka. Beneath that sea of pure need in his eyes is an undercurrent of fear, and his hands shake as they come up to palm Billy's chest. His gaze flickers down to his hands, their collective breaths becoming harsher, and Dom shuts his eyes as his thumbs slide back and forth once. His head falls forward into the crook of Billy's neck as he breathes out, "Don't ask me what I'm doing, Bills." Billy is completely still, except for his chest, heaving with the force of his breath. "Please, just don't. Because I don't know." Dom's fingertips slide down and around Billy's waist as he licks a distinct path up Billy's neck to his earlobe. "Okay?"
Without thinking, Billy exhales, "Okay," nuzzling Dom slightly to urge him on.
Dom pulls back to look Billy in the eye and confirm he wasn't just hearing him acquiesce, and when those green eyes bear into his own with certainty and a reflecting undercurrent of fear, Dom doesn't hesitate. He stumbles quickly backwards, pulling Billy with him by the waist of his fatigues, the combat boots clunking heavily on the hardwood floor.
In seconds, Billy's bedroom door is closed and locked, and Billy is spread out on his back on his own bed. He couldn't have predicted this. And to be honest, he still doesn't know what he can predict for the moments to follow. He wants to laugh at the fact that Dom's gruesome zombie makeup is still fresh as he straddles Billy and hovers over his face, but finds he can't do much of anything when he sees the naked desperation coming in waves off of his best friend. True to his costume, Dom looks like he might just eat him alive.
Without warning, Dom's mouth falls onto his, gentle at first, just tasting, trapping Billy's lower lip between his and feeling its texture with his tongue. "Mmm," Dom moans into him reverently, before dropping his jaw and curling his long tongue into Billy's waiting mouth. Billy's brow furrows and he answers with a surprised, urgent mmm of his own, and Dom exhales through his nose, licking the inside of Billy's mouth languidly. Just when they've started to devour each other in earnest, Dom breaks away, whispering "Fuck" before nudging underneath Billy's chin and tongue-kissing his throat.
When Billy finally reaches a hand up and threads it through Dom's messy hair, Dom grabs it instantly, along with his other hand resting at his side on the mattress, and pushes both above Billy's head, holding them there. "No," he insists against Billy's mouth. "Let me. Let me." And then he's biting Billy's shoulder, sucking along his collarbone and making him squirm, and Billy doesn't have time to think, What the fuck is this anyway? because before he knows it, Dom is pushing up the hem of his tanktop and tonguing the hair below his navel. Billy presses his fingertips into his palms, the duvet rustling beneath him.
Dom's breath is hot against the sensitive skin at his hipbones and then Dom's long fingers are fumbling at the button of his fatigues, and before he can take a deep breath, he's in Dom's hand and then he's in Dom's fucking mouth, his best friend is fucking dragging his tongue up the length of his cock. Billy draws in a quick sharp breath and exhales on a rich moan as the point of Dom's tongue finds its way inside his slit, and Dom moans in response, sending vibrations through his skin and straight to the pit of his stomach. "God," Dom whispers, holding him. "You sound better than I thought you would."
Billy presses the heels of his hands into his eyes with the effort to not grab Dom by the hair and roll his hips up off the bed, but then he doesn't need to because Dom is taking him in all the way to the back of his throat, the tip of that long tongue slipping out over his bottom lip to taste him at the base, and oh god that's filthy, that's fucking filthy, Dom, and when Dom's eyes glance up for a moment, he realizes he's said that out loud. Dom growls in the back of his throat, his free hand holding Billy's hips down hard as he deep-throats him eagerly, repeatedly. He stops for a moment and Billy whimpers in pain, and Dom licks slowly up his shaft again, then smiles, "You taste so fucking good."
Billy moans insistently, and almost sobs in frustration when Dom flips him onto his stomach. He feels the baggy army fatigues pulled down to his knees, followed by his boxers, and he looks back over his shoulder, breathless. "Dom," he warns, but Dom pushes him down by the shoulder, making sure the side of his face is pressed into the mattress when he spreads him and tongues his entrance. "Oh FUCK!" Billy shouts. This he really could not have predicted. He can feel Dom smiling against him. Into him. "Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck." Dom spreads him further and wriggles his tongue inside, and Billy thrusts into the mattress shamelessly, feeling the duvet getting damp and then damper beneath his stomach. He feels every muscle in his back going rigid at the unbearably new sensation of getting tongue-fucked, not recognizing his own voice as he moans with each thrust, "ungh... ungh... Dom... Dom, fuck... ahh..." The nearness of Billy's orgasm surprises them both, his thighs thrumming with anticipation and need, and when Dom moves to hold them both down firmly with his hands, burying his face between his cheeks, Billy comes apart, rising off the bed a little as he shoots thick and hot into the duvet and across his stomach.
"Oh Jesus," Billy exhales, collapsing back onto his stomach. He feels heat blooming across his face and down his torso as he tries to catch his breath, his heart pounding against the mattress, and shivers at a soft, tentative kiss against the ultrasensitive small of his back. Then he feels a lithe, muscled, equally spent body collapse on top of his, and closes his eyes, swallowing.
Dom has a much easier time catching his breath as he rests his cheek against Billy's shoulder. Before Billy can even ask, Dom's whispering, "Sorry. 'M sorry," hotly into his skin. He runs his fingers along Billy's shoulder in appreciation and apology. "You look so fucking good in this," Dom almost laughs.
Billy smiles, noticing that they're both still fully dressed.
Last pair later this evening.
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Date: 2008-04-27 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-27 11:56 pm (UTC)ps. That icon makes my life.
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Date: 2008-04-27 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-28 04:18 am (UTC)*thud*
*lights cigarette*
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Date: 2008-04-28 12:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-28 12:29 pm (UTC)I love that Billy has never flaunted his attractiveness...that's so BillY!
That's what makes him so gsounalmfaklfmaklfmnlas(&%%E#$%!. In my book, anyway. :)
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Date: 2008-05-07 12:59 am (UTC)Shiny black combat boots, camouflage fatigues, green tanktop
Because, that image of Billy... yeah. ;D
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Date: 2008-05-07 10:46 am (UTC)Because, that image of Billy... yeah. ;D
Yeahhhhh.. I'd be lying if I said my motives in that weren't completely selfish. The inspiration for it came from a viewing of Sniper 470. Billy + tanktop = unnghhhhh.
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Date: 2010-03-26 02:49 pm (UTC)