Fic: Bigger Than the Both of Us
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monaboyd_monthBigger Than the Both of Us (1/3)
Rated NC-17
Billy/Dom
Notes: AU. Dom is 17. That is not underage, but if that strikes you as too young to be in a consensual sexual relationship then consider yourself warned.
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vensre for the incredible fast and thorough beta read. You are an absolute angel. This fic began over a year ago in an im with maverick0324, and wouldn't have ever left that conversation if not for her encouragement and addiction to pretty boys doing dirty things.
This is wrong. This is wrong on so many levels, Billy tells himself, but his back is against the door and his finger is pushing at the lock until he hears it click.
Dom Monaghan sits on the bed. He looks just as goofy as he always does. His face is red and his ears are pink and he’s grinning the biggest grin that Billy may have ever seen. Billy asks himself again, for the hundredth time, why he’s letting himself get in this situation.
“Come on,” Dom says, fairly bouncing with anticipation. He pats the bed beside him. “Just. Sit down. Okay?”
”Dom,” Billy sighs. He crosses the room and sits on the bed. “Dom, y’told me Matt wanted me to-“
“I lied,” Dom says impatiently. “But you knew I was lying. Matt’s not back in town for another three days. And you came anyway.”
Billy sighs again. “What do you want, then?”
”I want.” Dom licks his lips. “I want you to snog me.”
”Dom!” Billy says, sharply. “Matt would murder us both.”
Dom’s eyes narrow. “Matt isn’t bloody here.” He tries to lean forward, but Billy evades him.”Come on, Bills. You want to.”
Billy puts his hands on Dom’s shoulders and pushes him back. “You’re too young for me, Dommie.”
“Don’t call me Dommie. My name’s Dominic.”
“Fine, Dominic.” Billy says, mockingly.
Dom’s face scrunches up defensively. “And I’m not too young for you. How can you say that? Matt’s last girlfriend was only a year older than me.”
“Yeah, and I’m two years older than Matt. That makes me eight years older than you. That’s a lot.”
“Only makes a difference to you,” Dom sulks.
Dom drops back onto the bed, sprawling. Billy shifts sideways, pulling a leg up onto the bed, and looks at him. He reaches out awkwardly and pats Dom’s knee. “Find someone your own age, Dom. You’re nice looking, it won’t be- mmph.”
Billy stops talking abruptly with Dom’s tongue in his mouth. Dom holds his face in both hands and keeps Billy from moving away. Billy surprises them both by not even trying. He kisses back for a few long, greedy moments before the kiss comes to a natural end. Dom isn’t grinning anymore, stripped of his bravado. He looks hesitant and unsure, like he thinks Billy is going to hit him for being so forward.
Billy does nothing of the sort. He leans in and gives Dom another snog. “You’re better at that than I thought you’d be,” he admits. “But you shouldn’t have done it.”
He stands up, reaching out and tousling Dom’s hair. Dom makes a face, and is surely about to complain about Billy treating him like a kid, but Billy shakes his head. “Tell Matt to give me a call when he gets in.”
**
The next time Billy sees Dom, they’re in a room full of people. Matt’s throwing a party to celebrate moving into his new flat. There is alcohol and the smell of pot in the air, good music and boxes of pizza. Dom is drunk, and from the moment Billy shows up, attaches himself to Billy’s side.
It’s not nearly as unpleasant as it should be. Dom doesn’t say much, just sits beside Billy and rests his head on Billy’s shoulder. After a few drinks and a couple of hits off of a joint that’s passed around, Billy forgets to keep telling Dom to shove off. He even forgets why it’s a bad idea in the first place, until Matt Monaghan comes around, and he remembers right quick why he shouldn’t be giving his best mate’s little brother a cuddle in front of a room full of people.
**
The trouble is, Billy’s known Dominic Monaghan since he was in diapers. Billy was much younger, he’d go with his mum and dad and his sister Maggie to visit their gran, and inevitably escape to the Monaghan home, two doors down. Mattie was younger than Billy, but still great fun. When Billy was twelve and his father died, he’d spent five weeks with his mum and Maggie and Gran in Gran’s big house, before his mum felt recovered enough to care for two children on her own. Only two years later, his mum died, too, and he’d found himself moving in with his Gran to live. He’d started going to the same school as Matt, a year above him. The Monaghans had all but adopted him for most of his teenage years. He’d become addicted to the homey atmosphere, and loved how Aureen doted on him like a third son, no doubt feeling sorry for him.
He’s known Dom though his awkward pre-pubescent years, through two broken bones and one horrible summer spent hobbling on crutches after a bad knee injury playing footie with some of his mates. He’s seen Dom cry and throw a fit over not getting his way, and that way more often than not involved wanting to be a part of whatever Matt and Billy were up to.
He’s seen Dom grow up. He’s seen him grow almost-into his big ears and big hands. He can’t remember the first time he really looked at Dom, but it couldn’t have been more than a half a year ago. All of a sudden Dom was strutting around in shirts that were a little too tight and jeans that showed off what was shaping up to be a quite nice arse. Billy found himself having to pull his eyes away from Dom, to try and focus on whatever Matt or Aureen was saying.
The other part of the problem is that along with this physical growth, Dom’s also turned into quite a good mate. He’s got a sense of humor that’s off the wall. Billy loves Matt dearly, but sometimes the guy can’t take a joke at all. Dom’s not got that problem. Dom can bounce the quips and insults right back. He’s made Billy laugh so hard before that Billy’s almost pissed himself, and that’s a quality that Billy not only appreciates, but admires and really likes.
**
Billy realises that Dominic is still trying to figure out how the whole thing works; sexuality and pursuing someone. He’s stumbling a bit, but he’s far from falling down. Dom’s got charm like Billy’s never seen. It doesn’t seem to fit with the outside package, all gawky and gangly, but somehow it just works. It almost isn’t a surprise that Dom doesn’t want someone closer to his own age.
To say that Billy thinks of Dom like a little brother would make the situation horribly perverted, but there is some of that inherent protectiveness complicating the situation. Billy does not like the idea of Dom getting frustrating and trying out this act on some strange bloke in a club somewhere. He knows the dangers of that all too well, and that’s what prompts him to invite Dom to lunch. He suspects that there is no way to convince Dom that this isn’t a date, so he doesn’t put much effort into trying. Dom skives off his afternoon classes one day to meet Billy at a small pub near his campus.
Dom is already there when Billy arrives. He’s radiating excitement in a way that makes Billy smile. Billy orders at the counter, and then sits.
“I can’t date you, Dom.” Dom’s smile falters, but does not disappear completely, at Billy’s greeting.
“Why not?” Dom asks.
“Because you’re eight years younger than me, and you’re Matt’s little brother.” Billy says.
“I think those are stupid reasons.”
“I think that it doesn’t matter what you think.”
“I think it does.”
“I think-“
“I think you’re really sexy.” Dom says, deadpan.
Billy sputters a bit, and then rolls his eyes. “And I think you’re a cheeky little fucker who needs his arse kicked.”
”Licked, maybe.” Dom smirks.
Billy does not respond, finding himself sideswiped by images of Dom splayed out on a bed naked. Fuck, fuck. This is not working. “Dom. Listen to me. You can find-”
”No!” Dom sits up, and slaps the table a little with both palms. “I’m serious, okay? Do you know how long I’ve had a crush on you? I’m not just some kid. I am younger than you, but who the fuck cares? I can find someone else, is that what you were going say? Does it even matter that I don’t want to find someone else? I like liking you. I don’t want to stop. Even if you think I’m some stupid little-”
“Dom, shut it. I’m not going to be your boyfriend.” Billy breaks in. He stands up and digs in his pocket for a bit of money, dropping it on the table. “You should get back to school.”
**
Of course, he feels guilty as soon as he walks out the door. He can still see Dom sitting there, looking defeated and dejected. It’s hard to resist the impulse to turn right back around and go in, but he does.
When he gets back to his little flat across town, there’s a message on his answer phone. The first few seconds are a buzz of afternoon traffic, horns honking and motors roaring. Then Dom speaks, his voice is darker than Billy has ever heard:
You kissed me, and I know you liked it. You’re such a fucking coward.
But. Fuck. Iloveyou, okay?
**
Five days later, he goes around to the Monaghan home. He has a standing dinner invitation, though he’s only exercised it once or twice when Matt wasn’t there. Now he feels almost guilty, but he tells himself that he’s only there for a good meal.
Aureen is thrilled to see him, bundling him in out of the rain and forcing all of the details of the past few weeks out of him.
“Mum? Who-“ Dom stops at the top of the staircase, his entire face lighting up. “Billy!”
He flings himself over the railing and runs at Billy, then stops abruptly just in front of where Billy stands. He straightens then suddenly, shoulders back, and just looks.
“Dommie, don’t crowd Billy so,” Aureen shoos Dom away. “Go set the table, will you?”
“Mum,” Dom whines.
“There’ll be plenty of time to talk to Billy while we eat. You might even talk him into playing a video game with you after dinner.” She says to appease him. Dom goes, but reluctantly. Aureen lowers her voice and smiles at him. “He looks up to you so much, Billy. Can’t say that I’m sorry to see. There are plenty worse people that could be influencing him.”
Billy flushes a bit at her praise. He wonders what she’d think of him if she knew.
**
He follows Dom up to his bedroom when the meal is over. His stomach is full and he feels almost drowsy with contentment. Everything about this home is so lovely, and speaks of comfort to him.
Dom has the bedroom of a seventeen year old boy. There are posters on the wall and toppling stacks of video games and movies littering the floor.
“So,” Dom says. That grin is back, pure mischief. “Wanna snog?”
He seems recovered from the other day, Billy decides. Recovered, and still shameless.
“No.” Billy sits down on the bed, and stretches. He thinks of the tattered mattress that he sleeps on in his own flat. He’s saving money, but the bindery doesn’t pay much, and most of it goes to rent and keeping the electricity on. “Fuck, this is comfortable.”
The bed lets out a creak as Dom lies down beside him. “Yeah? I guess it is.” Dom says, as if he’s never really given it that much thought before.
Billy shuts his eyes and he really only means for it to be a quick rest, but hours have passed when he opens them again. There’s a blanket over him, warmly trapping him, and a weight on his chest that isn’t meant to be there. He opens his eyes and looks down at a sandy brown-blonde head. Dom’s lying against him, and at some point Billy’s arm had dropped around his shoulders, keeping him from moving.
The clock tells Billy that it’s two in the morning. He feels a flush of panic, and struggles to sit up.
“It’s okay,” Dom says. His voice is scratchy, but not as sleepy as it should be. “I told Mum you fell asleep, and she said not to wake you. You don’t have to work tomorrow, do you?”
Billy settles back down. “It’s Sunday. No.”
“So go back to sleep.” Dom shifts over and looks up at him, smiling. Billy is caught off guard by how sweet Dom looks like this. There’s barely any light in the room, but Dom’s skin seems to glow with it. His eyes are big and blue and his mouth looks so sweet. Billy feels the lack of warmth from where Dom had been against him.
“I should go home,” Billy says. “Did you take my shoes off?”
“Yeah,” Dom says. Dom is just wearing shorts now, his skinny chest bare. Billy yawns and stretches and then tugs Dom down against him. Dom stiffens for a second, and then slumps down, pressing his nose to Billy’s chest.
“Warm,” Billy says absently, almost asleep again already. “Night.”
**
When he wakes up, Dom is kissing him. It’s soft but insistent. Dom wants Billy awake. Billy is responding before his mind can send him the warning not to. Dom tastes like mint and honey and he smells good. Billy’s hands cup his face and drag him down so that Dom’s bent over him.
“Nngh,” Dom makes a little noise that shoots straight to Billy’s cock, already half hard with a morning erection.
Dom starts squirming, trying to find a position that doesn’t hurt his neck. He swings his knee over Billy’s thighs and straddles him without breaking the kiss for more than a few seconds. Billy is aware that he’s digging himself a hole that will soon be too deep to claw his way out of, but he stops caring just for a few minutes and focuses instead on kissing Dom. The shifting brings Dom’s crotch in close range of Billy’s, and their erections bump through two layers of cotton and Billy’s jeans.
Dom’s mouth gapes open and he shoves forward.
“Dom-“ Billy gasps. It feels good, but it clearly feels much better to Dom, who isn’t wearing such thick denim. Dom grinds against him, hips moving in quick little rolls. Billy begs to come back to himself, and puts his hands on Dom’s arms. “Dom, stop-“
Dom’s already more than halfway there. His face is flushed red and he’s biting down on his bottom lip, kisses forgotten as he works against Billy.
Billy remembers the first time he had sex. He doesn’t know if this is Dom’s first time or not (almost wants to think it isn’t) but he remembers being shoved against a wall, then onto his knees. He remembers bruising kisses and bleeding and not even having an erection by the time it was over.
He looks at Dom’s red, damp face and then rubs his hands down Dom’s back, smoothing against warm skin. He pushes his palms down past Dom’s boxers, cupping Dom’s arse and pulling him in closer. Dom reacts like Billy’s touch is an electric shock, bucking harder. Billy’s fingers meet over the sweaty crease of Dom’s arse and then he pressed down, his middle fingers brushing Dom’s hole. Dom jerks ramrod straight and Billy watches as he comes, his body stilling against Billy’s.
He relaxes slowly, by degrees. Billy lets his hands move up and out, resting instead on Dom’s shoulders as Dom recovers.
”Mmm,” Dom sighs, finally. He looks up with a blurry smile that does funny and sort of dangerous things to Billy’s stomach. He kisses Billy on the mouth and then on the neck. “That was…” He laughs, sounding giddy.
Billy laughs, too. He’s about to say something when there are heavy footsteps outside the door. Dom rolls off of him in a flurry of panic, but the footsteps fade just as quickly as they’d become audible. Billy’s jarred too, and he gets up. “I need to go. This-“
“Don’t,” Dom says, giving him a cross look. “I know what you’re going to say. Just shut it and go.”
Billy sighs, and shakes his head and leaves. Dom can’t know what Billy was going to say. Billy isn’t even sure himself.
**
“You need to lighten up, mate,” Matt says, firmly clamping a hand down onto Billy’s shoulder. “I can see how uptight you are from across the room.”
He sits down in front of Billy and motions for the waitress. It’s a little dive of a diner, inexpensive and nothing too impressive for the eye but they make good food. Billy orders lunch, glancing at his watch. He has 46 minutes left on his break.
“Sorry. Got a lot going on,” Billy says. It’s not much of an explanation, but Matt doesn’t pry.
Matt is just like that sometimes. He doesn’t ask too many questions, but still seems in tune with how Billy is feeling more often than not. Billy accredits it with them having been as close as they are for as long as they’ve known each other.
“Someone new?”
All right, maybe Matt does pry sometimes. He’s careful about it, though. He’d probably let it drop if Billy told him he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Sort of. In a way.”
Matt raises an eyebrow.
”It’s not going to work out.”
“Why do you say that? Do you like… him?” Matt takes a quick drink of his coffee. He’s as comfortable with Billy’s sexuality as Billy ever expected him to be.
“Yeah, I do. But it wouldn’t work. There are…” He cringes at the awkwardness, even though Matt is oblivious to it. “There are complications.”
“But you like him? A lot, I’m guessing, by the look on your face.”
Billy reddens, having not realized how transparent he was being. “Yeah, I guess I do like him a lot.”
“So go for it, mate. Come on. You always do this. You always talk yourself out of things. So what if it’s complicated? Life is complicated. You gotta just jump in feet first sometimes.” Matt finishes his short yet still impassioned speech and then downs the rest of his drink, motioning the waitress for a refill.
Billy muses over Matt’s advice for much longer than Matt could possibly know.
**
Billy goes over to Matt’s that Friday night. It’s been a long week. He’s been working extra shifts trying to save more money up, and in his few spare hours he spends with his Gran, doing things around the house for her. He gets a funny flip in his stomach every time he glances over at the Monaghan home.
Matt is not alone. Dom is there, sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. Billy almost turns around and leaves, but of course he doesn’t. He sits down beside Dom, who won’t look at him. He talks to Matt instead, catching up and sharing news on their mates, until Matt’s phone rings and he goes to the other room to answer it.
“Dom,” Billy says. He sighs and moves a little closer. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Dom says, but his ears turn pink.
Billy watches Dom’s profile. He sighs again, and reaches out, touching Dom’s leg. Dom jumps. “I’m not going to scream at you, Dommie. Just talk to me.”
“About what,” Dom swings around, facing Billy. “I just…”
Billy leans forward and presses his mouth to Dom’s for a few seconds, then pulls away.
Dom gapes at him.
“Matt would kill us.” Billy reaches out and steals Dom’s beer from his hand. “He’d kill us.”
Dom starts to smile. “So. I think we can take him.”
“No. I don’t… we shouldn’t tell Matt.”
“Are you serious?” Dom asks.
“Do you want to come over Sunday night?” Billy says, glancing at the doorway to make sure that Matt is still out of hearing range.
"I do, but..."
“I’m having lunch with Gran, I can pick you up.” Billy said, knowing that the Monaghans don't quite trust Dom's driving ability yet.
“Yes.” Dom answers immediately. “I have to be in by eleven, but… yes.”
“I’m not making any promises. And I’m only asking you over so we can sort this out. Not for…”
Dom’s grin deepens. “Okay.”
“Okay, then.” Billy grins back.
“I really want to kiss you again,” Dom says.
“You can’t.”
“I know. But I want to. Come sit by me?”
Billy laughs, but moves. Matt has a small couch, and when he rejoins them, Billy finds himself sitting pressed arm to arm and thigh to thigh with Dom. Every few minutes, Dom finds some reason to brush his hand against Billy’s.
**
Billy only cooks well enough to keep himself from starving, so to spare Dom his lack of skill in the kitchen he picks up takeaway from a Chinese place between his flat and Dom’s house. His stomach is full of butterflies as he pulls up to the drive. Dom must be watching for him, because Billy doesn’t even have to kill the motor before Dom is heading toward him.
“Smells good,” Dom says, peering into the bags as Billy pulls away. He fidgets constantly, and keeps looking in Billy’s direction then quickly looking away.
“Yeah.” Billy replies absently.
He’s spent a lot of previous day thinking. In the end, he has decided not to think at all. Dom is seventeen. That’s old enough to be getting himself into a bit of trouble. Billy might never have seen himself as the trouble-enabling type, but the idea of Dom just going off with someone else tears at him in a way that he has very purposely decided not to think about at all. This is just a bit of fun. They’ll have a laugh and a snog and maybe he’ll get Dom off again, proper this time, then Dom will be bored of it and leave with his curiosity satisfied.
**
“Fuck,” Billy groans, his hand fisting in the back of Dom’s hair. His plan is not working at all. Dom’s teeth are scraping at his nipple, Dom’s fingers scratching across the hair on his stomach. Billy shifts. His erection presses uncomfortably against his thigh, constricted by denim.
“Is it good? That feels good?” Dom asks. Billy is amazed at how fast the lusty aggression can turn to vulnerability
“Yeah. Feels good,” Billy says. He rolls them over and pins Dom against the mattress, kissing him hard. “But we have to stop.”
He sits up slowly, still sitting on Dom. His shirt is still rucked up, and instead of straightening it, he just takes it off.
Dom swallows. “What?”
“We have to stop.” Billy rubs his eyes. “Trust me on this one.”
“No!” Dom whines. “You can’t do that. You can’t take your shirt off then tell me to stop touching you!”
“This isn’t what I brought you here for,” Billy says. He means it sincerely enough, but the words still fall hollow as he leans into Dom. “We were just going to talk.”
“We did talk,” Dom grins. “We talked a lot. It was fun. This is more fun, though.”
And they really had. They’d talked about Dom’s classes and what he planned to do at university, and Billy’s job. They’d talked about sports and Matt and cars and what kind of sauces they like on their food and everything under the sun.
Then they started snogging, and somehow talking went out the window and Billy found himself flat on his back with Dom feeling him up.
Billy sat back, away from Dom. “This is no good.”
“Jesus, you’re worse than a bloody bird! Make up your mind!” Dom says. He stays sprawled out, and Billy’s attention is of course drawn to the bulge in his trousers. “I’m younger than you, and I’ve never shagged a bloke before, but I still know what end is up and what goes where. I’m not some twee little virgin that wants to be deflowered. I want you to fuck me. And…”
“What?” Billy says. He puts his hands on Dom’s knees, and leans in. “And then what?”
”And then I want to… I dunno. I want to be able to go out with you sometimes with it just us, or come over and watch a movie… I want you to look at me like Matt looks at Angela.” Dom groans. “Fuck, I am twee after all. I do want you to be my boyfriend.”
Billy laughs. “You’re not twee. That’s not twee. And I’m not fucking you.”
Dom’s face falls. He opens his mouth, but Billy covers it with a palm.
“But the rest of that, all right.”
“What?” Dom looks every bit as incredulous as he had when Billy had invited him over.
Billy shrugs. “A man can only take so much before he starts to break down. You… broke me down.”
“Oh.” Dom sits up. He looks dazed, like he’s trying to process this. “Oh… really?”
“Yeah,” Billy smiles. He kisses Dom – not the hot, frantic kissing of earlier, but slowly and deeply and thoroughly.
14**
This is the third time Dom’s been over in a week. It’s Friday night, and Billy’s taken a pass on an evening with his mates in order to have Dom over.
He thinks that even if Dom weren’t on his way, he’d still have probably given his friends an excuse. He is exhausted. His place is a mess and he’s not sure there’s anything to drink, but he lies down anyway. He really only means to rest his eyes, but he doesn’t wake up until Dom is knocking at the door.
“Fuck,” He mumbles, and runs his fingers through his hair. He opens the door and then Dom is there and he can’t help but smile.
“You look like shite,” Dom smiles back. He steps in and shuts the door, reaching up and touching Billy’s face. “Your cheek’s all read. Did I wake you up?”
Billy has to swallow. Dom’s touch is soft and sweet. “Yeah. But it’s all right.”
Dom steps forward and then Billy’s arms are around him. They hug, and Dom squeezes him a little. “So let’s go lay back down.”
Billy laughs. “You didn’t come here for sleep, lad. Don’t try and fool me.”
”I’m not fooling you!” Dom gives him a smacking kiss, and grabs Billy’s hand. “But I am saying that if you want to just relax tonight, we can do that.”
Dom leads Billy to the sofa, and picks up the remote. “Come on. Lay down.” He reaches for a pillow and puts it on his lap, tugging at Billy’s arm.
Billy lies on his side, facing the telly. Dom finds a movie that he’s wanted to see. Billy doesn’t mention that he’s already seen it. He doesn’t really care, especially when Dom starts to run his fingers through Billy’s hair. He would purr if it were physically possible.
**
He drifts off, but never falls into a deep sleep. Dom’s fingers wander down his neck and find all the most sensitive spots. He makes a happy noise and rolls over, reaching up to touch Dom’s throat.
And he finds himself very close to something that instantly becomes the center of his attention. Dom is hard, and Billy can’t resist nuzzling forward against it. He can smell Dom, in a way that isn’t gross or unhygienic. He reaches up and thumbs the button open, seeking the warmth inside. The zip comes down slowly, and Billy’s fingers pry apart denim.
Above him, Dom groans.
They haven’t done this yet. They haven’t even come close, besides that first time, in Dom’s bedroom. Dom has seemed satisfied with snogs and gropes, and Billy’s wary of going too far too fast, but he wants to taste Dom now. He looks up at Dom and asks, “Can I?”
“Yeah. Yes.” Dom answers, reaching for Billy and kissing him.
Billy stands up, and leads Dom into the bedroom. He wishes, not for the first time, that he had more than a mattress and a ratty set of sheets to offer. At least he washed the sheets, he thinks. He hadn’t exactly been planning this, but he’d also not completely ruled the possibility out.
He strips off his own shirt, and his trousers. When he sees how stricken Dom looks, beneath the hunger, he forgets about taking his pants off and pushes Dom down onto the bed, grinning. Dom grins back, and let’s Billy kiss him and pull off his shirt. “You get me so fucking hot,” He mutters.
Dom gasps and grinds up against him. “Don’t know why,” He says. “You’re the sexy one.”
Billy bites at his neck a little, not enough to leave a mark. “That’s a matter of opinion.”
“Mm.” Dom sighs, tilting his neck some more. Billy kisses him again and again, and when Dom is pliant beneath him he starts to push Dom’s denims down. “You know. This is my first.” He cuts himself off, the nerves returning.
“Yeah,” Billy says. “It’s all right. Just relax. Enjoy it.”
Dom barks a little laugh. “I think I may enjoy it too much” His face is red, and he’s so tense that Billy believes him.
“So then do. Don’t hold back.” Billy rubs his palms against Dom’s thighs soothingly. Beneath his cotton pants, Dom’s cock jumps a little. “Can I take them off?”
”Yeah,” Dom says. He lifts his bum a little to help Billy get them off.
Billy takes Dom’s cock in his hand, stroking a little. He watches Dom’s face closely. Dom’s shaking, and his eyes are squeezed tight. When Billy licks at the head, the tenseness in Dom’s body increases tenfold. When Billy’s mouth closes around the tip, Dom lets out a breath that sounds like a freight train to Billy’s ears.
Billy doesn’t play around. There will be plenty of time for that later, but he thinks it’ll be easier for both of them if he sticks to the straightforward methods this time around. He licks and sucks and strokes with his hand, tonguing the head and rolling Dom’s balls in his hand until they’re full and tight against his palm. Dom’s hips start to jerk a little, and he lifts up, letting Dom thrust a bit. It takes a minute for Dom to take the hint, but when he does, he is enthusiastic to the point where Billy has to restrain him a bit with a gentle touch.
Dom is quiet, and that surprises Billy. He wants to draw the words out of Dom with touches and kisses and reassurance. Later, he tells himself. It wouldn’t matter now, anyway. Dom is more than close; he’s almost there.
“Oh, oh.” Dom gasps, and Billy’s mouth is flooded with salty, musky semen. He keeps just the tip in his mouth as he swallows, his hand gentle up and down the shaft. It seems to last forever, and Billy’s own cock gives an envious twitch. When Dom finally starts to go soft, Billy pulls off.
He lays beside Dom, who is sweating and out of breath. He looks absolutely blissed out. Billy smiles and curls around him, running his fingers through Dom’s hair and kissing him.
“That,” Dom finally says. “Was fucking fantastic. Do it again?”
**
“You know I’ve never been on a proper date like this,” Dom says. They walk toward the movie theatre, both stuffed full with Italian food.
“Really?” Billy says. “I’m not surprised that this is the first time anyone’s ever taken you out, but you’ve never taken anyone else out? What about that girl that you were going around with last year?”
”Emma? Nah, we never went on any dates. She let me feel her up, though.”
“Oh, yeah?” Billy puts his arm around Dom’s shoulder to guide him around a pothole in the sidewalk. He leaves his arm there, liking how Dom presses against him happily.
“Yeah. That’s sort of when I knew for sure that I liked blokes.” Dom grins. “It was just… odd.”
“Girls are that.” Billy nods his agreement. They approach the window, and Billy pays for two tickets. The girl behind the counter gives them a once over, and Billy can see Dom smiling proudly.
**
If Billy had not known before, he certainly knows now: Dom is shameless.
His hand begins to brush against Billy’s thigh about two minutes into the previews. Billy writes it off as an accident at first, and pushes the bucket of popcorn a little closer to Dom.
Dom pushes the popcorn bucket back away, and puts his hand between Billy’s legs.
“Dom!” Billy hisses, closing his fingers around Dom’s wrist. “What are you doing?”
Dom grins. “I wanna…”
“Dom!” Billy can feel himself turning red. He’s never been one for public displays of affection, much less public displays of pornographic sodomy. Even if they are on the last row of the theatre, and no one is within viewing sight. “Stop.”
Dom does not stop. Billy turns his head to give him a more severe warning, and is assaulted by a wet, wriggling tongue. Dom has an obscenely long tongue, and he’s well versed in the best ways to use it. Above the waist, at least. They’ve not yet tested the other possibilities, but just thinking of it makes Billy hard.
Dom feels the reaction and grows more determined. His thumb rubs circles around the head of Billy’s cock, through his jeans. “I want to suck you,” He says.
Billy wonders at Dom’s mind reading capabilities.
”NO,” Billy says, loudly enough that someone three rows in front of him turns around to glare. He slumps down in his seat, embarrassed. “D-Dom.”
Dom’s hand is moving faster now, twisting a little. He’s got Billy in hand as much as he can with Billy’s jeans on, but the jeans are loose and worn. There’s a surprising amount of sensation still coming through, and the friction drives Billy wild. He’s yet to get off during one of their encounters, despite Dom’s wanting it. He’s starting to complain that it feels one-sided, and argues Billy’s explanation that he wants Dom to take his time and ease into it. It seems that Dom is tired of verbal arguing and has decided to deal with a stubborn Billy in his own way.
That way apparently involves a hand job in a movie theater.
“All you have to do is keep quiet,” Dom whispers in his ear. He’s already feeling ultra-sensitive, and the hot breath combined with the bite Dom delivers to his earlobe makes Billy shiver. “No one will know.”
Billy’s hand drops away from Dom’s wrist, and he sets the popcorn bucket on the ground. His head drops back against the scratchy cloth of the headrest and his thighs fall open. Dom takes his time wanking Billy, going at it hard and fast until Billy seems close and then slowing down, teasing with fingertips and leaning in for kisses as he builds the pace back up. It’s hard for Billy to keep quiet, so he bites down on the inside of his cheek and holds himself very still. When he comes, the only audible result is a harsh exhale. Dom keeps touching him until Billy has to pull his hand away.
He sucks in air as fast as he can without being obvious about it, and clings to Dom’s hand. The inside of his trousers are a mess of come, and it’s already uncomfortable. He stands up on shaky legs. Dom is standing too in an instant.
”Sit back down,” Billy says, kissing him before pushing down on Dom’s shoulders. “I’m just going to clean up.”
”Oh.” Dom licks his lips. “So… okay.” He sits back down.
Inside the loo, Billy wipes up as best he can. It’s still damp and uncomfortable, but it’ll have to do. He stands in the stall for a minute, until his heart stops racing.
**
**
Billy has just finishing heating up a frozen burrito when there’s a knock on the door. He freezes, mentally going over who it could be as he puts the burrito down. Matt is at work. He isn’t late on the rent, so it can’t be the landlady. Margaret never just comes by unannounced.
“Let me in!” Dom shouts. “It’s freezing out here?”
Billy almost tries in his hurry to open the door. “What are you doing here?” He says, grinning and kisses Dom. “Your lips are cold.”
“Yeah,” Dom grins back. “It’s cold outside. Snowing, did you know?”
”Is it really?” Billy looks out the window. The flakes are falling at a rapid pace. “Hm. I thought you had-“
“Practice ended early. Plus, I told Mum I was going out with my mates for pizza when we were done, so she’s not expecting me back for another three hours.” Dom says, and barely pauses for breath before he continues. “Innit great? I thought about ringing you from a payphone, but it’s only a fifteen minute walk from school. You don’t have plans, do you?” He finally draws to a close.
“On a Wednesday evening? None that don’t involve the telly and laying around in my pants.”
“Ooh, those are plans that I can get behind. Or in front of. Or on top of.” Dom winks.
Billy snorts. Dom’s growing more and more courageous with his lewd sense of humor, and it never fails to make Billy’s stomach feel funny.
While Billy is lost in contemplation, Dom is proving that he’s still two steps ahead of Billy. He backs Billy against the wall and puts his cold hands on Billy’s neck, pressing him into a kiss that warms them both up nicely.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Dom says, pushing his nose against Billy’s neck. “I had a wank in the toilets at school today because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. In the movie theater, last week. How you felt with my hand on you. The little sounds you made that no one else but me could hear, because I was the one right next to you, making you feel that way.”
“Dom,” Billy says weakly, his hands sliding under Dom’s jacket where everything is warm and humid. He can close his eyes and picture that, Dom’s hand working feverish on his hard cock.
“I was hard while I walked over here, after practice. Thinking about what we could do when I got here.” Dom’s hands are roaming, too, over Billy’s arse and then around between them, undoing Billy’s belt. “I’m hard now.”
He proves it, pushing his hips against Billy. Billy grinds back, already toeing off his trainers and trying to take Dom’s bulky jacket off of him. He gets the jacket off and tugs at Dom’s shirt, wanting flesh against his own. Billy’s hand drops down and he squeezes Dom through his trackies, fingers wriggling down beneath the band to brush at the wet head. “Let me suck you off again,” Billy says, licking at Dom’s neck.
“No-“ Dom pushes at him a little. “Let me do it to you, this time.”
Billy shakes his head. “I’d rather… just let me.”
Dom’s eyes flash a stormy grey. “All we ever do is stuff for me. I want to see you. I want to touch you.”
“… okay,” Billy says, and kisses him again. “Okay, yeah. Come on.”
He leads Dom into the bedroom, and they undress silently. Dom has lost his modesty, what little he had with baring everything for Billy to see. He lays down and gives himself a few strokes while he waits for Billy to take his trousers off, which almost results in Billy being so distracted that he trips.
He drops down onto the mattress beside Dom, and reaches for him. Dom rolls away. “No, I want to see you. You said I could.”
Billy crosses his arms over his head and forces himself to relax and smile at Dom. “All right, then.”
Dom falters for a few seconds, then straddles Billy. He takes his time, touching and kissing everywhere he can. Billy is more vocal than normal, letting Dom know when something feels good, or very good. Dom grows more confident with every passing second, until he reaches Billy’s cock.”
“You don’t have-“ Billy says, and then swallows his words when Dom licks the tip, foreskin held down by Dom’s fingertips. “Oh, Christ, lad.”
“Mm,” Dom says. “Billy flavoured.”
Billy doesn’t need to vocalize his enthusiasm at that; his cock does it for him, with a drop of pre-come swelling at the tip. He rolls his hips, seeking more friction. “Touch me, Dommie.”
Dom takes him in hand, stroking him. “Feels funny, doing this to someone but me. Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about that? Always had to change the sheets after those dreams.”
Billy chokes out a laugh. He’s underestimated how much just seeing Dom’s hand on him would affect him. It’s not been that long since he’s had a good, sound fucking – two months, almost, but he’s gone longer without before – but he still feels like he could go off at any second, so he shuts his eyes to it.
“I dreamt of other stuff, too,” Dom says. He lets Billy go to wank himself for a bit, sighing and moving his hips into his fist. Billy’s even more bowled over by that visual, and he makes a note to return to that in the near future. “Having you in my mouth. Having you other places. I’ve seen the videos, I know what goes where. I want that. I know how good it can feel. I’ve touched myself there. I can’t even imagine how brilliant it must feel to have someone else doing it. Want you to do it. Want you to fuck me, Billy. And other stuff, too. I read about. About licking… rimming. I want to do that to you.”
“Dom-“ Billy tries to close his ears to the words, both because of how aroused he is and how inexplicably guilty the words make him feel.
”Feels good when you touch me, Billy. Does it feel good when I touch you?” Dom does not wait for an answer. “Wonder how it’d feel if I touched us both?”
He wraps his hand around himself and Billy both. Billy shudders and thanks Christ or whoever is responsible for Dom having such lovely, long-fingered hands and such a sure grip. He really feels close now, and it’ll be embarrassingly if he comes before a 17 year old but he’s not feeling very much in control of himself at the moment. His mind is racing too quickly with visuals of the audio Dom is still providing, won’t stop providing. It’s like someone’s pulled a stopper and suddenly the words won’t stop pouring out.
“I want to lick your arse. I want you to put your fingers in me. I want to do a sixty-nine. I want to know what it feels like to make you come in my mouth. I want to swallow it. I know it may not taste good, but I want to. I wank at school sometimes and I close my eyes and imagine it’s you doing it to me. Someone heard me last week. They heard me say ‘Billy’ when I came. I don’t know who it was, but I heard them come in, and I kept going. It made me harder knowing that someone was listening, and I was still thinking of you, and I came so hard. Not as hard as I’m going to come now, though. I’m gonna come on you, and you’re gonna come on me, and it’ll feel good, Billy.”
Billy thrusts up hard. Everything is damp and slick now with their combined precome. Dom moves down to meet Billy’s movements, his hand still sliding up and down on them. “Dom, Christ, fuck, I’m gonna…”
“Are you gonna come, Billy? Are you that close?” Dom shifts so that he can rest his forehead on Billy’s shoulder. He can move more quickly against Billy like this, and does. The unpredictable rhythm is doing crazy things to Billy, keeping him close to the edge for longer than he’s even been. It’s precisely because Dom doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing and isn’t practiced that this is so perfect and electric.
Dom does come first, after all, with his face drawn into a look of intense concentration. His forehead wrinkles and he gasps in a breath before sinking his teeth into Billy’s shoulder. Everything is much wetter down there, and much slicker. Billy keeps thrusting hard, and moves his own hand to cover Dom’s, so Dom doesn’t stop moving. Dom’s focus switches to Billy almost instantly.
It doesn’t take long, and Billy is adding to the mess in slow pulses. The aftershocks are nearly as strong as the orgasm itself, and he feels like his entire self is flooding out between them. The come sticks them together and smears over their hands and stomachs and thighs. He barely notices that Dom is still hard until Dom comes again, groaning so hard that he’s practically sobbing, twitching and grinding against Billy’s stomach as come dribbles out.
Billy’s limbs feel heavy and breathing hurts. He feels both lighter than air, and weighed down by Dom and Dom’s expectations and how bloody fucking perfect and wrong this all is.
**
Dom sleeps like a rock. Not uncommon after a good orgasm. Billy is surprised he didn’t drop off just as quickly, but the off switch to his brain just won’t flip. Dom is draped across him, clinging in his sleep. They both wiped up, but only the bare necessities to keep things from being glued together.
It’s comfortable like this. He’s aware that it’s probably freezing outside, but he’s warmed all over. That’s rare in his drafty flat, but he’s pretty sure that what he’s feeling isn’t from the actual temperature.
He’d like to stay curled up with Dom for the rest of the night. He’d like to wake up next to Dom in the morning, and kiss him and wank him off and then make him breakfast. It’s dizzying, how much he’d like that. It’s even worse when his mind goes back to what they’ve just done. Everything Dom had said… the want in his eyes. Dom was young, but not naïve. Not as naïve as Billy had been at that age, any road. No matter how much Billy would like to think that he’s completely in control of this situation, he has suspicions that Dom is a step or two ahead of him.
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Rated NC-17
Billy/Dom
Notes: AU. Dom is 17. That is not underage, but if that strikes you as too young to be in a consensual sexual relationship then consider yourself warned.
Thanks so, so much to
vensre for the incredible fast and thorough beta read. You are an absolute angel. This fic began over a year ago in an im with maverick0324, and wouldn't have ever left that conversation if not for her encouragement and addiction to pretty boys doing dirty things. This is wrong. This is wrong on so many levels, Billy tells himself, but his back is against the door and his finger is pushing at the lock until he hears it click.
Dom Monaghan sits on the bed. He looks just as goofy as he always does. His face is red and his ears are pink and he’s grinning the biggest grin that Billy may have ever seen. Billy asks himself again, for the hundredth time, why he’s letting himself get in this situation.
“Come on,” Dom says, fairly bouncing with anticipation. He pats the bed beside him. “Just. Sit down. Okay?”
”Dom,” Billy sighs. He crosses the room and sits on the bed. “Dom, y’told me Matt wanted me to-“
“I lied,” Dom says impatiently. “But you knew I was lying. Matt’s not back in town for another three days. And you came anyway.”
Billy sighs again. “What do you want, then?”
”I want.” Dom licks his lips. “I want you to snog me.”
”Dom!” Billy says, sharply. “Matt would murder us both.”
Dom’s eyes narrow. “Matt isn’t bloody here.” He tries to lean forward, but Billy evades him.”Come on, Bills. You want to.”
Billy puts his hands on Dom’s shoulders and pushes him back. “You’re too young for me, Dommie.”
“Don’t call me Dommie. My name’s Dominic.”
“Fine, Dominic.” Billy says, mockingly.
Dom’s face scrunches up defensively. “And I’m not too young for you. How can you say that? Matt’s last girlfriend was only a year older than me.”
“Yeah, and I’m two years older than Matt. That makes me eight years older than you. That’s a lot.”
“Only makes a difference to you,” Dom sulks.
Dom drops back onto the bed, sprawling. Billy shifts sideways, pulling a leg up onto the bed, and looks at him. He reaches out awkwardly and pats Dom’s knee. “Find someone your own age, Dom. You’re nice looking, it won’t be- mmph.”
Billy stops talking abruptly with Dom’s tongue in his mouth. Dom holds his face in both hands and keeps Billy from moving away. Billy surprises them both by not even trying. He kisses back for a few long, greedy moments before the kiss comes to a natural end. Dom isn’t grinning anymore, stripped of his bravado. He looks hesitant and unsure, like he thinks Billy is going to hit him for being so forward.
Billy does nothing of the sort. He leans in and gives Dom another snog. “You’re better at that than I thought you’d be,” he admits. “But you shouldn’t have done it.”
He stands up, reaching out and tousling Dom’s hair. Dom makes a face, and is surely about to complain about Billy treating him like a kid, but Billy shakes his head. “Tell Matt to give me a call when he gets in.”
**
The next time Billy sees Dom, they’re in a room full of people. Matt’s throwing a party to celebrate moving into his new flat. There is alcohol and the smell of pot in the air, good music and boxes of pizza. Dom is drunk, and from the moment Billy shows up, attaches himself to Billy’s side.
It’s not nearly as unpleasant as it should be. Dom doesn’t say much, just sits beside Billy and rests his head on Billy’s shoulder. After a few drinks and a couple of hits off of a joint that’s passed around, Billy forgets to keep telling Dom to shove off. He even forgets why it’s a bad idea in the first place, until Matt Monaghan comes around, and he remembers right quick why he shouldn’t be giving his best mate’s little brother a cuddle in front of a room full of people.
**
The trouble is, Billy’s known Dominic Monaghan since he was in diapers. Billy was much younger, he’d go with his mum and dad and his sister Maggie to visit their gran, and inevitably escape to the Monaghan home, two doors down. Mattie was younger than Billy, but still great fun. When Billy was twelve and his father died, he’d spent five weeks with his mum and Maggie and Gran in Gran’s big house, before his mum felt recovered enough to care for two children on her own. Only two years later, his mum died, too, and he’d found himself moving in with his Gran to live. He’d started going to the same school as Matt, a year above him. The Monaghans had all but adopted him for most of his teenage years. He’d become addicted to the homey atmosphere, and loved how Aureen doted on him like a third son, no doubt feeling sorry for him.
He’s known Dom though his awkward pre-pubescent years, through two broken bones and one horrible summer spent hobbling on crutches after a bad knee injury playing footie with some of his mates. He’s seen Dom cry and throw a fit over not getting his way, and that way more often than not involved wanting to be a part of whatever Matt and Billy were up to.
He’s seen Dom grow up. He’s seen him grow almost-into his big ears and big hands. He can’t remember the first time he really looked at Dom, but it couldn’t have been more than a half a year ago. All of a sudden Dom was strutting around in shirts that were a little too tight and jeans that showed off what was shaping up to be a quite nice arse. Billy found himself having to pull his eyes away from Dom, to try and focus on whatever Matt or Aureen was saying.
The other part of the problem is that along with this physical growth, Dom’s also turned into quite a good mate. He’s got a sense of humor that’s off the wall. Billy loves Matt dearly, but sometimes the guy can’t take a joke at all. Dom’s not got that problem. Dom can bounce the quips and insults right back. He’s made Billy laugh so hard before that Billy’s almost pissed himself, and that’s a quality that Billy not only appreciates, but admires and really likes.
**
Billy realises that Dominic is still trying to figure out how the whole thing works; sexuality and pursuing someone. He’s stumbling a bit, but he’s far from falling down. Dom’s got charm like Billy’s never seen. It doesn’t seem to fit with the outside package, all gawky and gangly, but somehow it just works. It almost isn’t a surprise that Dom doesn’t want someone closer to his own age.
To say that Billy thinks of Dom like a little brother would make the situation horribly perverted, but there is some of that inherent protectiveness complicating the situation. Billy does not like the idea of Dom getting frustrating and trying out this act on some strange bloke in a club somewhere. He knows the dangers of that all too well, and that’s what prompts him to invite Dom to lunch. He suspects that there is no way to convince Dom that this isn’t a date, so he doesn’t put much effort into trying. Dom skives off his afternoon classes one day to meet Billy at a small pub near his campus.
Dom is already there when Billy arrives. He’s radiating excitement in a way that makes Billy smile. Billy orders at the counter, and then sits.
“I can’t date you, Dom.” Dom’s smile falters, but does not disappear completely, at Billy’s greeting.
“Why not?” Dom asks.
“Because you’re eight years younger than me, and you’re Matt’s little brother.” Billy says.
“I think those are stupid reasons.”
“I think that it doesn’t matter what you think.”
“I think it does.”
“I think-“
“I think you’re really sexy.” Dom says, deadpan.
Billy sputters a bit, and then rolls his eyes. “And I think you’re a cheeky little fucker who needs his arse kicked.”
”Licked, maybe.” Dom smirks.
Billy does not respond, finding himself sideswiped by images of Dom splayed out on a bed naked. Fuck, fuck. This is not working. “Dom. Listen to me. You can find-”
”No!” Dom sits up, and slaps the table a little with both palms. “I’m serious, okay? Do you know how long I’ve had a crush on you? I’m not just some kid. I am younger than you, but who the fuck cares? I can find someone else, is that what you were going say? Does it even matter that I don’t want to find someone else? I like liking you. I don’t want to stop. Even if you think I’m some stupid little-”
“Dom, shut it. I’m not going to be your boyfriend.” Billy breaks in. He stands up and digs in his pocket for a bit of money, dropping it on the table. “You should get back to school.”
**
Of course, he feels guilty as soon as he walks out the door. He can still see Dom sitting there, looking defeated and dejected. It’s hard to resist the impulse to turn right back around and go in, but he does.
When he gets back to his little flat across town, there’s a message on his answer phone. The first few seconds are a buzz of afternoon traffic, horns honking and motors roaring. Then Dom speaks, his voice is darker than Billy has ever heard:
You kissed me, and I know you liked it. You’re such a fucking coward.
But. Fuck. Iloveyou, okay?
**
Five days later, he goes around to the Monaghan home. He has a standing dinner invitation, though he’s only exercised it once or twice when Matt wasn’t there. Now he feels almost guilty, but he tells himself that he’s only there for a good meal.
Aureen is thrilled to see him, bundling him in out of the rain and forcing all of the details of the past few weeks out of him.
“Mum? Who-“ Dom stops at the top of the staircase, his entire face lighting up. “Billy!”
He flings himself over the railing and runs at Billy, then stops abruptly just in front of where Billy stands. He straightens then suddenly, shoulders back, and just looks.
“Dommie, don’t crowd Billy so,” Aureen shoos Dom away. “Go set the table, will you?”
“Mum,” Dom whines.
“There’ll be plenty of time to talk to Billy while we eat. You might even talk him into playing a video game with you after dinner.” She says to appease him. Dom goes, but reluctantly. Aureen lowers her voice and smiles at him. “He looks up to you so much, Billy. Can’t say that I’m sorry to see. There are plenty worse people that could be influencing him.”
Billy flushes a bit at her praise. He wonders what she’d think of him if she knew.
**
He follows Dom up to his bedroom when the meal is over. His stomach is full and he feels almost drowsy with contentment. Everything about this home is so lovely, and speaks of comfort to him.
Dom has the bedroom of a seventeen year old boy. There are posters on the wall and toppling stacks of video games and movies littering the floor.
“So,” Dom says. That grin is back, pure mischief. “Wanna snog?”
He seems recovered from the other day, Billy decides. Recovered, and still shameless.
“No.” Billy sits down on the bed, and stretches. He thinks of the tattered mattress that he sleeps on in his own flat. He’s saving money, but the bindery doesn’t pay much, and most of it goes to rent and keeping the electricity on. “Fuck, this is comfortable.”
The bed lets out a creak as Dom lies down beside him. “Yeah? I guess it is.” Dom says, as if he’s never really given it that much thought before.
Billy shuts his eyes and he really only means for it to be a quick rest, but hours have passed when he opens them again. There’s a blanket over him, warmly trapping him, and a weight on his chest that isn’t meant to be there. He opens his eyes and looks down at a sandy brown-blonde head. Dom’s lying against him, and at some point Billy’s arm had dropped around his shoulders, keeping him from moving.
The clock tells Billy that it’s two in the morning. He feels a flush of panic, and struggles to sit up.
“It’s okay,” Dom says. His voice is scratchy, but not as sleepy as it should be. “I told Mum you fell asleep, and she said not to wake you. You don’t have to work tomorrow, do you?”
Billy settles back down. “It’s Sunday. No.”
“So go back to sleep.” Dom shifts over and looks up at him, smiling. Billy is caught off guard by how sweet Dom looks like this. There’s barely any light in the room, but Dom’s skin seems to glow with it. His eyes are big and blue and his mouth looks so sweet. Billy feels the lack of warmth from where Dom had been against him.
“I should go home,” Billy says. “Did you take my shoes off?”
“Yeah,” Dom says. Dom is just wearing shorts now, his skinny chest bare. Billy yawns and stretches and then tugs Dom down against him. Dom stiffens for a second, and then slumps down, pressing his nose to Billy’s chest.
“Warm,” Billy says absently, almost asleep again already. “Night.”
**
When he wakes up, Dom is kissing him. It’s soft but insistent. Dom wants Billy awake. Billy is responding before his mind can send him the warning not to. Dom tastes like mint and honey and he smells good. Billy’s hands cup his face and drag him down so that Dom’s bent over him.
“Nngh,” Dom makes a little noise that shoots straight to Billy’s cock, already half hard with a morning erection.
Dom starts squirming, trying to find a position that doesn’t hurt his neck. He swings his knee over Billy’s thighs and straddles him without breaking the kiss for more than a few seconds. Billy is aware that he’s digging himself a hole that will soon be too deep to claw his way out of, but he stops caring just for a few minutes and focuses instead on kissing Dom. The shifting brings Dom’s crotch in close range of Billy’s, and their erections bump through two layers of cotton and Billy’s jeans.
Dom’s mouth gapes open and he shoves forward.
“Dom-“ Billy gasps. It feels good, but it clearly feels much better to Dom, who isn’t wearing such thick denim. Dom grinds against him, hips moving in quick little rolls. Billy begs to come back to himself, and puts his hands on Dom’s arms. “Dom, stop-“
Dom’s already more than halfway there. His face is flushed red and he’s biting down on his bottom lip, kisses forgotten as he works against Billy.
Billy remembers the first time he had sex. He doesn’t know if this is Dom’s first time or not (almost wants to think it isn’t) but he remembers being shoved against a wall, then onto his knees. He remembers bruising kisses and bleeding and not even having an erection by the time it was over.
He looks at Dom’s red, damp face and then rubs his hands down Dom’s back, smoothing against warm skin. He pushes his palms down past Dom’s boxers, cupping Dom’s arse and pulling him in closer. Dom reacts like Billy’s touch is an electric shock, bucking harder. Billy’s fingers meet over the sweaty crease of Dom’s arse and then he pressed down, his middle fingers brushing Dom’s hole. Dom jerks ramrod straight and Billy watches as he comes, his body stilling against Billy’s.
He relaxes slowly, by degrees. Billy lets his hands move up and out, resting instead on Dom’s shoulders as Dom recovers.
”Mmm,” Dom sighs, finally. He looks up with a blurry smile that does funny and sort of dangerous things to Billy’s stomach. He kisses Billy on the mouth and then on the neck. “That was…” He laughs, sounding giddy.
Billy laughs, too. He’s about to say something when there are heavy footsteps outside the door. Dom rolls off of him in a flurry of panic, but the footsteps fade just as quickly as they’d become audible. Billy’s jarred too, and he gets up. “I need to go. This-“
“Don’t,” Dom says, giving him a cross look. “I know what you’re going to say. Just shut it and go.”
Billy sighs, and shakes his head and leaves. Dom can’t know what Billy was going to say. Billy isn’t even sure himself.
**
“You need to lighten up, mate,” Matt says, firmly clamping a hand down onto Billy’s shoulder. “I can see how uptight you are from across the room.”
He sits down in front of Billy and motions for the waitress. It’s a little dive of a diner, inexpensive and nothing too impressive for the eye but they make good food. Billy orders lunch, glancing at his watch. He has 46 minutes left on his break.
“Sorry. Got a lot going on,” Billy says. It’s not much of an explanation, but Matt doesn’t pry.
Matt is just like that sometimes. He doesn’t ask too many questions, but still seems in tune with how Billy is feeling more often than not. Billy accredits it with them having been as close as they are for as long as they’ve known each other.
“Someone new?”
All right, maybe Matt does pry sometimes. He’s careful about it, though. He’d probably let it drop if Billy told him he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Sort of. In a way.”
Matt raises an eyebrow.
”It’s not going to work out.”
“Why do you say that? Do you like… him?” Matt takes a quick drink of his coffee. He’s as comfortable with Billy’s sexuality as Billy ever expected him to be.
“Yeah, I do. But it wouldn’t work. There are…” He cringes at the awkwardness, even though Matt is oblivious to it. “There are complications.”
“But you like him? A lot, I’m guessing, by the look on your face.”
Billy reddens, having not realized how transparent he was being. “Yeah, I guess I do like him a lot.”
“So go for it, mate. Come on. You always do this. You always talk yourself out of things. So what if it’s complicated? Life is complicated. You gotta just jump in feet first sometimes.” Matt finishes his short yet still impassioned speech and then downs the rest of his drink, motioning the waitress for a refill.
Billy muses over Matt’s advice for much longer than Matt could possibly know.
**
Billy goes over to Matt’s that Friday night. It’s been a long week. He’s been working extra shifts trying to save more money up, and in his few spare hours he spends with his Gran, doing things around the house for her. He gets a funny flip in his stomach every time he glances over at the Monaghan home.
Matt is not alone. Dom is there, sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. Billy almost turns around and leaves, but of course he doesn’t. He sits down beside Dom, who won’t look at him. He talks to Matt instead, catching up and sharing news on their mates, until Matt’s phone rings and he goes to the other room to answer it.
“Dom,” Billy says. He sighs and moves a little closer. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Dom says, but his ears turn pink.
Billy watches Dom’s profile. He sighs again, and reaches out, touching Dom’s leg. Dom jumps. “I’m not going to scream at you, Dommie. Just talk to me.”
“About what,” Dom swings around, facing Billy. “I just…”
Billy leans forward and presses his mouth to Dom’s for a few seconds, then pulls away.
Dom gapes at him.
“Matt would kill us.” Billy reaches out and steals Dom’s beer from his hand. “He’d kill us.”
Dom starts to smile. “So. I think we can take him.”
“No. I don’t… we shouldn’t tell Matt.”
“Are you serious?” Dom asks.
“Do you want to come over Sunday night?” Billy says, glancing at the doorway to make sure that Matt is still out of hearing range.
"I do, but..."
“I’m having lunch with Gran, I can pick you up.” Billy said, knowing that the Monaghans don't quite trust Dom's driving ability yet.
“Yes.” Dom answers immediately. “I have to be in by eleven, but… yes.”
“I’m not making any promises. And I’m only asking you over so we can sort this out. Not for…”
Dom’s grin deepens. “Okay.”
“Okay, then.” Billy grins back.
“I really want to kiss you again,” Dom says.
“You can’t.”
“I know. But I want to. Come sit by me?”
Billy laughs, but moves. Matt has a small couch, and when he rejoins them, Billy finds himself sitting pressed arm to arm and thigh to thigh with Dom. Every few minutes, Dom finds some reason to brush his hand against Billy’s.
**
Billy only cooks well enough to keep himself from starving, so to spare Dom his lack of skill in the kitchen he picks up takeaway from a Chinese place between his flat and Dom’s house. His stomach is full of butterflies as he pulls up to the drive. Dom must be watching for him, because Billy doesn’t even have to kill the motor before Dom is heading toward him.
“Smells good,” Dom says, peering into the bags as Billy pulls away. He fidgets constantly, and keeps looking in Billy’s direction then quickly looking away.
“Yeah.” Billy replies absently.
He’s spent a lot of previous day thinking. In the end, he has decided not to think at all. Dom is seventeen. That’s old enough to be getting himself into a bit of trouble. Billy might never have seen himself as the trouble-enabling type, but the idea of Dom just going off with someone else tears at him in a way that he has very purposely decided not to think about at all. This is just a bit of fun. They’ll have a laugh and a snog and maybe he’ll get Dom off again, proper this time, then Dom will be bored of it and leave with his curiosity satisfied.
**
“Fuck,” Billy groans, his hand fisting in the back of Dom’s hair. His plan is not working at all. Dom’s teeth are scraping at his nipple, Dom’s fingers scratching across the hair on his stomach. Billy shifts. His erection presses uncomfortably against his thigh, constricted by denim.
“Is it good? That feels good?” Dom asks. Billy is amazed at how fast the lusty aggression can turn to vulnerability
“Yeah. Feels good,” Billy says. He rolls them over and pins Dom against the mattress, kissing him hard. “But we have to stop.”
He sits up slowly, still sitting on Dom. His shirt is still rucked up, and instead of straightening it, he just takes it off.
Dom swallows. “What?”
“We have to stop.” Billy rubs his eyes. “Trust me on this one.”
“No!” Dom whines. “You can’t do that. You can’t take your shirt off then tell me to stop touching you!”
“This isn’t what I brought you here for,” Billy says. He means it sincerely enough, but the words still fall hollow as he leans into Dom. “We were just going to talk.”
“We did talk,” Dom grins. “We talked a lot. It was fun. This is more fun, though.”
And they really had. They’d talked about Dom’s classes and what he planned to do at university, and Billy’s job. They’d talked about sports and Matt and cars and what kind of sauces they like on their food and everything under the sun.
Then they started snogging, and somehow talking went out the window and Billy found himself flat on his back with Dom feeling him up.
Billy sat back, away from Dom. “This is no good.”
“Jesus, you’re worse than a bloody bird! Make up your mind!” Dom says. He stays sprawled out, and Billy’s attention is of course drawn to the bulge in his trousers. “I’m younger than you, and I’ve never shagged a bloke before, but I still know what end is up and what goes where. I’m not some twee little virgin that wants to be deflowered. I want you to fuck me. And…”
“What?” Billy says. He puts his hands on Dom’s knees, and leans in. “And then what?”
”And then I want to… I dunno. I want to be able to go out with you sometimes with it just us, or come over and watch a movie… I want you to look at me like Matt looks at Angela.” Dom groans. “Fuck, I am twee after all. I do want you to be my boyfriend.”
Billy laughs. “You’re not twee. That’s not twee. And I’m not fucking you.”
Dom’s face falls. He opens his mouth, but Billy covers it with a palm.
“But the rest of that, all right.”
“What?” Dom looks every bit as incredulous as he had when Billy had invited him over.
Billy shrugs. “A man can only take so much before he starts to break down. You… broke me down.”
“Oh.” Dom sits up. He looks dazed, like he’s trying to process this. “Oh… really?”
“Yeah,” Billy smiles. He kisses Dom – not the hot, frantic kissing of earlier, but slowly and deeply and thoroughly.
14**
This is the third time Dom’s been over in a week. It’s Friday night, and Billy’s taken a pass on an evening with his mates in order to have Dom over.
He thinks that even if Dom weren’t on his way, he’d still have probably given his friends an excuse. He is exhausted. His place is a mess and he’s not sure there’s anything to drink, but he lies down anyway. He really only means to rest his eyes, but he doesn’t wake up until Dom is knocking at the door.
“Fuck,” He mumbles, and runs his fingers through his hair. He opens the door and then Dom is there and he can’t help but smile.
“You look like shite,” Dom smiles back. He steps in and shuts the door, reaching up and touching Billy’s face. “Your cheek’s all read. Did I wake you up?”
Billy has to swallow. Dom’s touch is soft and sweet. “Yeah. But it’s all right.”
Dom steps forward and then Billy’s arms are around him. They hug, and Dom squeezes him a little. “So let’s go lay back down.”
Billy laughs. “You didn’t come here for sleep, lad. Don’t try and fool me.”
”I’m not fooling you!” Dom gives him a smacking kiss, and grabs Billy’s hand. “But I am saying that if you want to just relax tonight, we can do that.”
Dom leads Billy to the sofa, and picks up the remote. “Come on. Lay down.” He reaches for a pillow and puts it on his lap, tugging at Billy’s arm.
Billy lies on his side, facing the telly. Dom finds a movie that he’s wanted to see. Billy doesn’t mention that he’s already seen it. He doesn’t really care, especially when Dom starts to run his fingers through Billy’s hair. He would purr if it were physically possible.
**
He drifts off, but never falls into a deep sleep. Dom’s fingers wander down his neck and find all the most sensitive spots. He makes a happy noise and rolls over, reaching up to touch Dom’s throat.
And he finds himself very close to something that instantly becomes the center of his attention. Dom is hard, and Billy can’t resist nuzzling forward against it. He can smell Dom, in a way that isn’t gross or unhygienic. He reaches up and thumbs the button open, seeking the warmth inside. The zip comes down slowly, and Billy’s fingers pry apart denim.
Above him, Dom groans.
They haven’t done this yet. They haven’t even come close, besides that first time, in Dom’s bedroom. Dom has seemed satisfied with snogs and gropes, and Billy’s wary of going too far too fast, but he wants to taste Dom now. He looks up at Dom and asks, “Can I?”
“Yeah. Yes.” Dom answers, reaching for Billy and kissing him.
Billy stands up, and leads Dom into the bedroom. He wishes, not for the first time, that he had more than a mattress and a ratty set of sheets to offer. At least he washed the sheets, he thinks. He hadn’t exactly been planning this, but he’d also not completely ruled the possibility out.
He strips off his own shirt, and his trousers. When he sees how stricken Dom looks, beneath the hunger, he forgets about taking his pants off and pushes Dom down onto the bed, grinning. Dom grins back, and let’s Billy kiss him and pull off his shirt. “You get me so fucking hot,” He mutters.
Dom gasps and grinds up against him. “Don’t know why,” He says. “You’re the sexy one.”
Billy bites at his neck a little, not enough to leave a mark. “That’s a matter of opinion.”
“Mm.” Dom sighs, tilting his neck some more. Billy kisses him again and again, and when Dom is pliant beneath him he starts to push Dom’s denims down. “You know. This is my first.” He cuts himself off, the nerves returning.
“Yeah,” Billy says. “It’s all right. Just relax. Enjoy it.”
Dom barks a little laugh. “I think I may enjoy it too much” His face is red, and he’s so tense that Billy believes him.
“So then do. Don’t hold back.” Billy rubs his palms against Dom’s thighs soothingly. Beneath his cotton pants, Dom’s cock jumps a little. “Can I take them off?”
”Yeah,” Dom says. He lifts his bum a little to help Billy get them off.
Billy takes Dom’s cock in his hand, stroking a little. He watches Dom’s face closely. Dom’s shaking, and his eyes are squeezed tight. When Billy licks at the head, the tenseness in Dom’s body increases tenfold. When Billy’s mouth closes around the tip, Dom lets out a breath that sounds like a freight train to Billy’s ears.
Billy doesn’t play around. There will be plenty of time for that later, but he thinks it’ll be easier for both of them if he sticks to the straightforward methods this time around. He licks and sucks and strokes with his hand, tonguing the head and rolling Dom’s balls in his hand until they’re full and tight against his palm. Dom’s hips start to jerk a little, and he lifts up, letting Dom thrust a bit. It takes a minute for Dom to take the hint, but when he does, he is enthusiastic to the point where Billy has to restrain him a bit with a gentle touch.
Dom is quiet, and that surprises Billy. He wants to draw the words out of Dom with touches and kisses and reassurance. Later, he tells himself. It wouldn’t matter now, anyway. Dom is more than close; he’s almost there.
“Oh, oh.” Dom gasps, and Billy’s mouth is flooded with salty, musky semen. He keeps just the tip in his mouth as he swallows, his hand gentle up and down the shaft. It seems to last forever, and Billy’s own cock gives an envious twitch. When Dom finally starts to go soft, Billy pulls off.
He lays beside Dom, who is sweating and out of breath. He looks absolutely blissed out. Billy smiles and curls around him, running his fingers through Dom’s hair and kissing him.
“That,” Dom finally says. “Was fucking fantastic. Do it again?”
**
“You know I’ve never been on a proper date like this,” Dom says. They walk toward the movie theatre, both stuffed full with Italian food.
“Really?” Billy says. “I’m not surprised that this is the first time anyone’s ever taken you out, but you’ve never taken anyone else out? What about that girl that you were going around with last year?”
”Emma? Nah, we never went on any dates. She let me feel her up, though.”
“Oh, yeah?” Billy puts his arm around Dom’s shoulder to guide him around a pothole in the sidewalk. He leaves his arm there, liking how Dom presses against him happily.
“Yeah. That’s sort of when I knew for sure that I liked blokes.” Dom grins. “It was just… odd.”
“Girls are that.” Billy nods his agreement. They approach the window, and Billy pays for two tickets. The girl behind the counter gives them a once over, and Billy can see Dom smiling proudly.
**
If Billy had not known before, he certainly knows now: Dom is shameless.
His hand begins to brush against Billy’s thigh about two minutes into the previews. Billy writes it off as an accident at first, and pushes the bucket of popcorn a little closer to Dom.
Dom pushes the popcorn bucket back away, and puts his hand between Billy’s legs.
“Dom!” Billy hisses, closing his fingers around Dom’s wrist. “What are you doing?”
Dom grins. “I wanna…”
“Dom!” Billy can feel himself turning red. He’s never been one for public displays of affection, much less public displays of pornographic sodomy. Even if they are on the last row of the theatre, and no one is within viewing sight. “Stop.”
Dom does not stop. Billy turns his head to give him a more severe warning, and is assaulted by a wet, wriggling tongue. Dom has an obscenely long tongue, and he’s well versed in the best ways to use it. Above the waist, at least. They’ve not yet tested the other possibilities, but just thinking of it makes Billy hard.
Dom feels the reaction and grows more determined. His thumb rubs circles around the head of Billy’s cock, through his jeans. “I want to suck you,” He says.
Billy wonders at Dom’s mind reading capabilities.
”NO,” Billy says, loudly enough that someone three rows in front of him turns around to glare. He slumps down in his seat, embarrassed. “D-Dom.”
Dom’s hand is moving faster now, twisting a little. He’s got Billy in hand as much as he can with Billy’s jeans on, but the jeans are loose and worn. There’s a surprising amount of sensation still coming through, and the friction drives Billy wild. He’s yet to get off during one of their encounters, despite Dom’s wanting it. He’s starting to complain that it feels one-sided, and argues Billy’s explanation that he wants Dom to take his time and ease into it. It seems that Dom is tired of verbal arguing and has decided to deal with a stubborn Billy in his own way.
That way apparently involves a hand job in a movie theater.
“All you have to do is keep quiet,” Dom whispers in his ear. He’s already feeling ultra-sensitive, and the hot breath combined with the bite Dom delivers to his earlobe makes Billy shiver. “No one will know.”
Billy’s hand drops away from Dom’s wrist, and he sets the popcorn bucket on the ground. His head drops back against the scratchy cloth of the headrest and his thighs fall open. Dom takes his time wanking Billy, going at it hard and fast until Billy seems close and then slowing down, teasing with fingertips and leaning in for kisses as he builds the pace back up. It’s hard for Billy to keep quiet, so he bites down on the inside of his cheek and holds himself very still. When he comes, the only audible result is a harsh exhale. Dom keeps touching him until Billy has to pull his hand away.
He sucks in air as fast as he can without being obvious about it, and clings to Dom’s hand. The inside of his trousers are a mess of come, and it’s already uncomfortable. He stands up on shaky legs. Dom is standing too in an instant.
”Sit back down,” Billy says, kissing him before pushing down on Dom’s shoulders. “I’m just going to clean up.”
”Oh.” Dom licks his lips. “So… okay.” He sits back down.
Inside the loo, Billy wipes up as best he can. It’s still damp and uncomfortable, but it’ll have to do. He stands in the stall for a minute, until his heart stops racing.
**
**
Billy has just finishing heating up a frozen burrito when there’s a knock on the door. He freezes, mentally going over who it could be as he puts the burrito down. Matt is at work. He isn’t late on the rent, so it can’t be the landlady. Margaret never just comes by unannounced.
“Let me in!” Dom shouts. “It’s freezing out here?”
Billy almost tries in his hurry to open the door. “What are you doing here?” He says, grinning and kisses Dom. “Your lips are cold.”
“Yeah,” Dom grins back. “It’s cold outside. Snowing, did you know?”
”Is it really?” Billy looks out the window. The flakes are falling at a rapid pace. “Hm. I thought you had-“
“Practice ended early. Plus, I told Mum I was going out with my mates for pizza when we were done, so she’s not expecting me back for another three hours.” Dom says, and barely pauses for breath before he continues. “Innit great? I thought about ringing you from a payphone, but it’s only a fifteen minute walk from school. You don’t have plans, do you?” He finally draws to a close.
“On a Wednesday evening? None that don’t involve the telly and laying around in my pants.”
“Ooh, those are plans that I can get behind. Or in front of. Or on top of.” Dom winks.
Billy snorts. Dom’s growing more and more courageous with his lewd sense of humor, and it never fails to make Billy’s stomach feel funny.
While Billy is lost in contemplation, Dom is proving that he’s still two steps ahead of Billy. He backs Billy against the wall and puts his cold hands on Billy’s neck, pressing him into a kiss that warms them both up nicely.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Dom says, pushing his nose against Billy’s neck. “I had a wank in the toilets at school today because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. In the movie theater, last week. How you felt with my hand on you. The little sounds you made that no one else but me could hear, because I was the one right next to you, making you feel that way.”
“Dom,” Billy says weakly, his hands sliding under Dom’s jacket where everything is warm and humid. He can close his eyes and picture that, Dom’s hand working feverish on his hard cock.
“I was hard while I walked over here, after practice. Thinking about what we could do when I got here.” Dom’s hands are roaming, too, over Billy’s arse and then around between them, undoing Billy’s belt. “I’m hard now.”
He proves it, pushing his hips against Billy. Billy grinds back, already toeing off his trainers and trying to take Dom’s bulky jacket off of him. He gets the jacket off and tugs at Dom’s shirt, wanting flesh against his own. Billy’s hand drops down and he squeezes Dom through his trackies, fingers wriggling down beneath the band to brush at the wet head. “Let me suck you off again,” Billy says, licking at Dom’s neck.
“No-“ Dom pushes at him a little. “Let me do it to you, this time.”
Billy shakes his head. “I’d rather… just let me.”
Dom’s eyes flash a stormy grey. “All we ever do is stuff for me. I want to see you. I want to touch you.”
“… okay,” Billy says, and kisses him again. “Okay, yeah. Come on.”
He leads Dom into the bedroom, and they undress silently. Dom has lost his modesty, what little he had with baring everything for Billy to see. He lays down and gives himself a few strokes while he waits for Billy to take his trousers off, which almost results in Billy being so distracted that he trips.
He drops down onto the mattress beside Dom, and reaches for him. Dom rolls away. “No, I want to see you. You said I could.”
Billy crosses his arms over his head and forces himself to relax and smile at Dom. “All right, then.”
Dom falters for a few seconds, then straddles Billy. He takes his time, touching and kissing everywhere he can. Billy is more vocal than normal, letting Dom know when something feels good, or very good. Dom grows more confident with every passing second, until he reaches Billy’s cock.”
“You don’t have-“ Billy says, and then swallows his words when Dom licks the tip, foreskin held down by Dom’s fingertips. “Oh, Christ, lad.”
“Mm,” Dom says. “Billy flavoured.”
Billy doesn’t need to vocalize his enthusiasm at that; his cock does it for him, with a drop of pre-come swelling at the tip. He rolls his hips, seeking more friction. “Touch me, Dommie.”
Dom takes him in hand, stroking him. “Feels funny, doing this to someone but me. Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about that? Always had to change the sheets after those dreams.”
Billy chokes out a laugh. He’s underestimated how much just seeing Dom’s hand on him would affect him. It’s not been that long since he’s had a good, sound fucking – two months, almost, but he’s gone longer without before – but he still feels like he could go off at any second, so he shuts his eyes to it.
“I dreamt of other stuff, too,” Dom says. He lets Billy go to wank himself for a bit, sighing and moving his hips into his fist. Billy’s even more bowled over by that visual, and he makes a note to return to that in the near future. “Having you in my mouth. Having you other places. I’ve seen the videos, I know what goes where. I want that. I know how good it can feel. I’ve touched myself there. I can’t even imagine how brilliant it must feel to have someone else doing it. Want you to do it. Want you to fuck me, Billy. And other stuff, too. I read about. About licking… rimming. I want to do that to you.”
“Dom-“ Billy tries to close his ears to the words, both because of how aroused he is and how inexplicably guilty the words make him feel.
”Feels good when you touch me, Billy. Does it feel good when I touch you?” Dom does not wait for an answer. “Wonder how it’d feel if I touched us both?”
He wraps his hand around himself and Billy both. Billy shudders and thanks Christ or whoever is responsible for Dom having such lovely, long-fingered hands and such a sure grip. He really feels close now, and it’ll be embarrassingly if he comes before a 17 year old but he’s not feeling very much in control of himself at the moment. His mind is racing too quickly with visuals of the audio Dom is still providing, won’t stop providing. It’s like someone’s pulled a stopper and suddenly the words won’t stop pouring out.
“I want to lick your arse. I want you to put your fingers in me. I want to do a sixty-nine. I want to know what it feels like to make you come in my mouth. I want to swallow it. I know it may not taste good, but I want to. I wank at school sometimes and I close my eyes and imagine it’s you doing it to me. Someone heard me last week. They heard me say ‘Billy’ when I came. I don’t know who it was, but I heard them come in, and I kept going. It made me harder knowing that someone was listening, and I was still thinking of you, and I came so hard. Not as hard as I’m going to come now, though. I’m gonna come on you, and you’re gonna come on me, and it’ll feel good, Billy.”
Billy thrusts up hard. Everything is damp and slick now with their combined precome. Dom moves down to meet Billy’s movements, his hand still sliding up and down on them. “Dom, Christ, fuck, I’m gonna…”
“Are you gonna come, Billy? Are you that close?” Dom shifts so that he can rest his forehead on Billy’s shoulder. He can move more quickly against Billy like this, and does. The unpredictable rhythm is doing crazy things to Billy, keeping him close to the edge for longer than he’s even been. It’s precisely because Dom doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing and isn’t practiced that this is so perfect and electric.
Dom does come first, after all, with his face drawn into a look of intense concentration. His forehead wrinkles and he gasps in a breath before sinking his teeth into Billy’s shoulder. Everything is much wetter down there, and much slicker. Billy keeps thrusting hard, and moves his own hand to cover Dom’s, so Dom doesn’t stop moving. Dom’s focus switches to Billy almost instantly.
It doesn’t take long, and Billy is adding to the mess in slow pulses. The aftershocks are nearly as strong as the orgasm itself, and he feels like his entire self is flooding out between them. The come sticks them together and smears over their hands and stomachs and thighs. He barely notices that Dom is still hard until Dom comes again, groaning so hard that he’s practically sobbing, twitching and grinding against Billy’s stomach as come dribbles out.
Billy’s limbs feel heavy and breathing hurts. He feels both lighter than air, and weighed down by Dom and Dom’s expectations and how bloody fucking perfect and wrong this all is.
**
Dom sleeps like a rock. Not uncommon after a good orgasm. Billy is surprised he didn’t drop off just as quickly, but the off switch to his brain just won’t flip. Dom is draped across him, clinging in his sleep. They both wiped up, but only the bare necessities to keep things from being glued together.
It’s comfortable like this. He’s aware that it’s probably freezing outside, but he’s warmed all over. That’s rare in his drafty flat, but he’s pretty sure that what he’s feeling isn’t from the actual temperature.
He’d like to stay curled up with Dom for the rest of the night. He’d like to wake up next to Dom in the morning, and kiss him and wank him off and then make him breakfast. It’s dizzying, how much he’d like that. It’s even worse when his mind goes back to what they’ve just done. Everything Dom had said… the want in his eyes. Dom was young, but not naïve. Not as naïve as Billy had been at that age, any road. No matter how much Billy would like to think that he’s completely in control of this situation, he has suspicions that Dom is a step or two ahead of him.
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Date: 2008-04-08 05:17 pm (UTC)::hands in pants::
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Date: 2008-04-08 07:14 pm (UTC)*bouncily waits for the rest*
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Date: 2008-04-10 03:36 am (UTC)I really shouldn't go there...I may have to hit the shower before bed if I do. On to the next part...
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Date: 2008-04-11 03:35 am (UTC)That being said, thank goodness for Billy's crumbling resolve and Dom's 17-year old rapid recovery rate. (And, of course, for the delicious way you write them.) =)