Fic: Bigger Than the Both of Us
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monaboyd_monthBigger Than the Both of Us (2/3)
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.
The lj post word limit strikes again! Extended to three parts.
Continues from here.
Billy wakes up two hours later. Dom is fast asleep beside him, still. It takes a bit of gentle rousing before he stirs.
“Nnph,” Dom tries to bat Billy’s hand away.
“You have to go home,” Billy insists, rolling onto his side and staring down at Dom.
Dom’s hair is mussed and flat on one side from where he lay on it. He’s smiling and beautiful, pink cheeks and ears poking out. Billy kisses him, and then again, because he can’t not.
“You have to go,” Billy says again, sitting up. He sniffs. The air around him still smells strongly of sex, and he’s sure that Dom does, too. “You should shower first.”
Dom does not follow him. “I don’t want to leave. Let me call Mum and tell her I’m staying over here.”
“She’ll want to know why you were here to begin with.”
“I’ll say I just ran into you. That we got dinner.”
“Dom. You’re going home.” Billy hops on one foot, trying to get his pants back on. When he almost trips, Dom snickers. “Wanker. Stop staring and get dressed.”
Dom instantly goes back to sulking. “You’re no fun.”
“You weren’t saying that an hour ago, now were you?” Billy grins, tossing Dom’s trackies at his head.
**
Freshly scrubbed and damp haired, Dom still pleads for Billy to let him stay.
Billy still says no. “I’m driving you home, though, so you can give your mum that line about running into me and staying for dinner if she asks.”
Dom doesn’t say much until they’re in Billy’s car. The silence is uncharacteristic, and makes Billy uneasy. He doesn’t ask, though. He assumes that Dom will come around to it on his own time.
”Do you think Mum would really mind if she knew?”
Billy thinks over his response carefully. “Does she know that you fancy blokes?”
Dom sighs. He looks out the window, away from Billy. “No. I haven’t told her.”
“I don’t know, really. I don’t think the best way to start off would be telling them about me, though. Knowing your son is gay is one thing. Knowing he’s fucking around with someone a decade older is different.”
Dom looks at him. “We aren’t doing any fucking. Yet. And you’re only 8 years older. That isn’t a decade.”
“More or less.” Billy shrugs. “I don’t think two years will make much difference, really.”
“Mum and Dad love you, though.”
“They love me as Matt’s friend that practically lived with them from age 12 until 21. Me and you… that’s not the same.” Billy says, with an air of finality.
Five minutes later, he’s in front of Dom’s house. There’s a light on in the den, so Billy doesn’t feel like risking a good night kiss. He squeezes Dom’s hand. “Ring me tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Dom says, and takes his hand away. Billy can tell that he’s still sulking, and sighs. Dom’s head jerks around in an instant glare, and he beats a hasty retreat from the car, slamming the door behind him.
**
Dom’s temper hits a peak and then starts to fade by the next evening. He rings Billy, contrite. He hurries through a bashful apology, and then changes the subject before Billy can respond. “Can I come over tomorrow?”
“No,” Billy says.
“But-“
“But if it’s all right with your Mum, you can come to Gran’s for dinner. I’m doing some shopping, and Maggie’s going to cook. She’ll have her daughter with her. You’ve met Claire, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, I saw her last Christmas when me and Mum took over that pie.” Dom says. “She’s what, five?”
“Six.” Billy says, smiling fondly. She’s probably as close as he’ll ever come to having a child. He’s really shite with children, but in his own awkward way, he adores her.
“I’d love to come over. That’d be brilliant.”
“Great. I’ll come for you when we’re ready.”
There is a pause. Billy feels like Dom wants to say something, so he stays on the line instead of ringing off.
“Yesterday was…” Dom starts, and then laughs.
“Yeah,” Billy smiles, sitting down on the couch. He shuts his eyes, remembering how gorgeous Dom was above him, what Dom’s voice did to him. “It was.”
“All day long, I just. I could feel you, and hear you. I got called out for daydreaming twice today. I wish I could see you right now.”
This is not the Dom of last night, all oozing bravado and confidence.
“Me, too. All of it, I mean. I…” Billy says.
He glances at the clock. It is 7:27. “Dom? Have you had dinner yet?”
“Yeah, Mum made roast beef-“
“What about dessert?” Billy grins. “Something from the ice cream shop?”
The ice cream shop is only a few blocks over from where Dom lives. It was Billy and Matt’s favorite place to spend warm summer days as children, and Dom followed along when they were old enough to be trusted to watch him.
“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds really good.” Dom beams. “I’ll tell Mum I’m going. I can be there in ten minutes.”
**
When Billy pulls up, Dom is leaning against his bicycle in the mostly empty parking lot. He chains his bike to a rail and hurries over to Billy’s car, sliding in. He’s shivering. “F-f-fucking f-freezing.”
Billy makes sympathetic noises and takes his jacket off, sliding it around Dom’s shoulders. He kisses him soundly on the forehead, and then on the mouth. “Better?”
Dom smiles back at him. “Better,” he agrees, then tilts his head for another kiss. “I have to be home at nine. I left a note on the fridge saying I’d be back by ten, but dad caught me and said nine.”
“That gives us an hour, yeah? That’ll do.” Billy says, and bumps the heat up a notch. “Are you still cold?”
Dom shrugs. “Getting warmer. Let’s snog some more.”
Billy laughs. “Straight to the point, eh?” But he isn’t complaining.
“Come over here, then.” Billy pushes his seat back as far as it can go.
Dom’s face turns pink. “You want me to sit on your lap?”
“You think we can make out with this between us?” Billy looks down at the console. “Come on.”
“I’ve never done this before! I don’t know how it works.” Dom’s face turns even pinker, but he’s grinning. He nudges off his shoes and climbs over the console, settling above Billy with his arse against the steering wheel. He leans back, and the horn lets out a short blare. “Oi! Shite.”
“Come here,” Billy says. “Like this.”
He tugs Dom forward and reclines the seat so that they’re both half laying. “Oh. Yeah. That’s…” Dom’s words are lost in his eagerness to kiss, and soon they’re both lost in that.
Billy’s hands are in Dom’s hair and down under the jacket (Billy’s jacket, warm from Dom) and roaming over his arse and thighs and then back up again. Dom’s tongue is in his mouth and Dom’s lips moving over his neck and jaw and cheek and Dom’s fingers eyes smile laugh everything making Billy lose his mind.
They’re both breathing hard and trembling when Dom lays his head on Billy’s shoulder and just lays against him. Billy’s arms wrap tight around Dom, and he starts to count off the seconds in his mind. It’s something from his childhood, a way of cataloguing good memories by how many seconds they last. His mother singing, his father laughing, his first kiss, hearing someone sing a song he’s written...
And now – Dom.
**
“I don’t want to go back home,” Dom says, shifting back over into his seat. The clock reads 9:02. Dom will already have to suffer the Wrath of an Angry Austin Monaghan.
Well, perhaps the Very Disappointed Expression of Austin Monaghan.
“I don’t want you to go,” Billy says, feeling relaxed and warm and silly. He leans over and presses his nose into Dom’s cheek, ruffling his hair. “Want to tuck you in my pocket and take you home with me. Give you a biscuit or two now and then.”
“And lots of snogs?” Dom says, wistfully. “Be nice, though. The biscuits, I mean.”
“Mm,” Billy glares playfully, then nips at Dom’s earlobe. He’s still leaning over the seat. The bite turns into a suck and then a lick, and Dom’s breathing goes all shallow and funny again.
“You’re. Um. Don’t… if you want me to leave.”
“Thought we already covered the fact that I don’t want you to leave,” Billy teases. He sobers up a little and brushes another kiss against Dom’s cheek before pulling away. “But you do have to. Are you sure you don’t want a ride?”
Dom shakes his head, and gets out the car. It’s even chillier than before.
“Here, take my jacket.” Billy says, grabbing it from where it was tossed in the backseat. “You’ll freeze, otherwise. You can give it back to me soon.”
Dom wraps it around himself, leans in to wiggle his fingers at Billy again. “Ring me.” He says, and blows a kiss before running off.
**
The next week is a blur for Billy. He sees Dom once, at his Gran’s house for dinner, but Dom is swept up in playing footie and studying, and a weekend trip with his parents to France.
Billy works and sleeps and watches telly, until it gets cut off. He could pay the bill, but he wants to put money away, and isn’t satisfied with the rate at which he’s tucking it away. He can live without a telly, anyway. He goes to the library and gets a few books, but the factory has drained him of his love for the written word. When he was younger, a book was a magical world. Now it’s just a page splattered with ink.
He spends more time with his Gran. She’s growing older to be sure, but she’s still fiercely stubborn about her independence. She can’t be trusted with a cooker after she dropped that heavy iron skillet and broke two of her toes. She will let Billy and Margaret do for her, but she criticizes and critiques everything, from Billy’s shoddy work installing the new water heater to Maggie’s inability to cook a good roast. They just nod and agree with her, and let her speak her piece.
Billy’s always felt that she favours Maggie more than him, because with Maggie she can at least feel as if she’s some help. Maggie told him once that she thought the same thing – that Gran favoured Billy – because Billy isn’t trying to take over doing the things that their Gran once did, isn’t trying to be a replacement. They’d had a good laugh over how silly they were both being about it, but Billy doesn’t doubt that somewhere deep down Maggie still believes the same – just like Billy does.
Maggie isn’t there that night, though. Billy lets his Gran cook. He is sitting at the kitchen table trying to repair the torch that he thinks probably wasn’t really broken at all until he’d gotten his hands on it. Gran is a good cook, when she can keep her concentration, and tonight is one of those nights. The stew she makes (with ingredients Billy had fetched) is the best meal Billy’s had in ages, since the last time he ate one of Aureen’s dinners. He doesn’t hesitate to tell her, repeatedly. She glowers at his praise, but beams too. As an ultimate sign of her good cheer, she invites him into her room (not her bedroom, nor a study, nor any other conventional room – just her room). She pours him a glass of a deep, red wine and sits to knit for a bit. It’s one of the few things her hands can still manage, as shaky as they’ve become. Somehow the needles just know where to go, and after just a few minutes her fingers are nimble and quick. Billy’s a little amazed at that. He’s quite certain that if he were to try it would end in bloodshed.
He sits in the quiet, feeling drowsy and heavy. It’s nice here, and he almost wishes that he could stay. She’d most certainly let him move back in if he did ask. It would be easy, then, to see Dom whenever he wanted. He’d be able to save so much more money without having to fork over for rent and utilities. He’d have company all the time, wouldn’t ever be lonely. He’d be surrounded by this warmth. This is the place his mum was born and raised. This is where he spent half his childhood.
But it would be a step backwards, and Billy refuses to give any ground. He’s had to work hard to crawl the tiny distance that he has.
Gran starts singing. Her voice cracks and she rarely hits the right key, but it’s one of the most beautiful songs Billy has ever heard. He can shut his eyes and remember with perfect clarity his mum humming it as she did the wash.
When she is ready for bed, his Gran makes no bones about letting him know. Billy puts out the fire and puts away the leftovers (taking a foil wrapped plate at her insistence) and gives her a hug. He tells her he loves her, and she pats his cheek and calls him a good lad.
It’s cold outside. Dom and his parents are still in France. Their house is empty and forlorn, so Billy doesn’t even stop to give it a few seconds' extra stare.
**
Billy knows it’s risky, but since he’s gotten into this thing with Dom he’s found himself taking more and more risks. It’s exhilarating, in a really scary way, how much he finds he’s willing to keep feeling the way that Dom makes him feel.
At the moment, what he’s willing to do is sit parked outside of Dom’s school. He gets out of his car when he sees the floodgates open. He’s scared he’ll miss Dom altogether. He knows this is the direction that Dom should be going in, if he’s going to walk home. It’s a Monday, so Dom doesn’t have footie practice but if he’s going out with mates or staying late to work on an assignment then Billy will have no way of knowing.
But then he sees Dom, head turned to the side as he talks with a pale, dark haired boy. Billy starts to sink into the background, not wanting to be spotted until Dom is alone, but the boy walks off in a different direction and Billy starts forward.
He can tell the very second that Dom sees him. Dom’s entire face lights up and he starts to walk a little fast. By the time he reaches Billy, he’s breathless and beaming. “What are you doing here?”
“Picking you up,” Billy says, and gets in his car. His face hurts from smiling. It’s been almost two weeks, the longest they’ve gone without seeing each other since they started… whatever it is they’re doing. “You have any plans?”
“No, I don’t,” Dom says so quickly that Billy suspects he must be lying. “Well, I can ring them and cancel. I’d rather see you.”
They spend the short ride glancing at each other. Billy notes the changes; a haircut, a bit of a tan. “France was nice?”
“Yeah, it was nice. Mum did a lot of shopping. Dad did a lot of complaining about how much money Mum spent shopping.” Dom says. “But, you know, it was fun. I always love the Eiffel Tower at night. Hey, remember that time you went with us to Paris?”
Billy’s stomach clenches a little. He does remember that, vividly. It was a summer after his mum died that winter. They had been so kind to invite him and he really had enjoyed it. They’d even let him and Matt stay in their very own room, attached to Austin and Aureen and Dominic’s room by two back to back doors in the middle of the wall. He and Matt had stayed up all night that first night eating sweets they’d bought and telling ghost tales about the hotel. It had been his first time to visit Paris, and he’d soaked in the sights. It had been the first time in months that he’d truly felt himself enjoying life… until they got the tower. As grand and majestic as it seemed from afar, the sight of it up close had made cold sweat break out on Billy’s body. He knew they meant to go up it, just like he knew with a dead certainty that there was no way he’d be able to. But he couldn’t disappoint Austin and Aureen, and he couldn’t look like a coward in front of Matt, his best friend. He’d ignored the nausea and dizziness as the neared the elevator, but when the doors dinged his stomach lurched and it was all over. He’d managed not to be sick, but his knees had given out and he’d sat down hard, burying his face in his hands.
Aureen had been so kind to him, staying down with him while Austin took the boys up. She’d thought he was sick with something to begin with, but at his quick recovery (or maybe the sheer relief on his face) told her that it was more. She hadn’t pressed, though. She’d just sat there chattering away in her lovely voice, talking about what they’d do for the rest of the day and squeezing his hand.
“Billy?” Dom says, bringing Billy back to the present. “I’m sorry.”
“What?” Billy says, looking over in surprise. Dom is staring at him with his head tilted, concentrating hard. “Dom?”
“You went off somewhere, didn’t you? When I mentioned Paris? Did something happen there?”
Billy laughs and reaches over, taking Dom’s hand. “Nothing besides your boyfriend almost proving what a gutless bastard he can be.”
“What?” Dom says, with a shocked little smile. “I don’t get it.”
“I was too afraid to go up the tower with you and Matt and your da. Your mum had to sit down with me and wait.”
Dom’s face crumples up in concentration. “I don’t remember that,” He finally says. “But I was young, I guess. So you’re afraid of heights?”
Billy nods. “The rest of the holiday was brilliant, though. It’s the only holiday I can ever remember going on.”
”Really?” Dom sounds incredulous. It’s not unexpected. His family takes these trips twice a year, and goes other places besides when Dom is on longer school breaks. “We should go to Paris, me and you.”
”That’d be fun,” Billy admits. The very idea of it is overwhelming. What would he do with Dom, in a city like that? Everything, most likely, and then some.
It’s probably a good thing that a holiday like that will never come about.
**
“I liked that movie,” Dom says, yawning into Billy’s shoulder. Billy is grateful for the VCR that Maggie’d given him last Christmas now. Dom hadn’t even questioned the fact that Billy’d put on a film as soon as they’d gotten in.
“Yeah, that one was pretty good,” Billy agrees. He kisses Dom on the forehead and stretches, shutting his eyes. “Could drop right off, I think.”
“Mm. Go ahead.”
“Nae. Got to take you home soon.”
He can almost telepathically feel Dom’s frown. His hand pats at Dom’s shoulder clumsily, and he offers his mouth for a distracting kiss.
Dom takes it, and then some. He nudges until he’s on top of Billy completely, instead of just leaning stretched out beside him. “Can I suck you off?” He asks, licking Billy’s jaw.
“Nngh,” is what comes out of Billy’s mouth, somewhat less coherent than he had actually intended. He nods, giving up on the spoken word.
It doesn’t take long for them to get Billy out of his jeans and his pants. Billy is quite helpful, divesting himself of his shirt while Dom is busy with the pants. He gives the clock a glance, just to make sure that they really do have time for this. There’s still two good hours before Dom has to be back home, and since Aureen knows he’s with Billy he probably wouldn’t be in any trouble coming home even later than that. Plenty of time, Billy reassures himself. Plenty of time for this, and more. But not too much more.
Dom is a quick learner. Dom is a very quick learner and proves it when he wraps his mouth around Billy and sucks hard, moving his head up and down. Billy keeps his eyes shut because he can’t stand to watch, but that makes the soundtrack all the more powerful. The wet sucking, the whisper of skin on skin when Dom begins to stroke him. Billy’s own harsh exhales and muted groans when it grows to be just too much to keep completely quiet. He doesn’t let himself thrust outright, but his hips move in useless jabs as it builds and builds. One foot falls to the ground so he can brace himself and spread his thighs a little more. Dom’s fingers rub at his balls, and behind them, making Billy jerk at the overload of sensation.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Billy gasps. His fingers clench down on the edge of the sofa cushion until his knuckles turn white.
”Billy,” Dom says, and he sounds like he’s pleading. “Talk to me. Keep talking.”
“Fuck, Dom, that feels so bloody fantastic, wouldn’t fucking believe it, oh Christ, oh God, Dom, my Dommie, oh fucking hell…” Billy’s head tips back as far as it can go and his pelvis lifts up more quickly than Dom was expecting. Dom pulls off and coughs a bit. Billy would apoligise if he could, but he’s too busy with the orgasm and such. Dom’s hand is still on him, still providing that nice wonderful pressure that feels so lovely. Even after the main pulses of it face, come drips down his cock and Dom’s hand, slides into his pubic hair and messily onto his thigh.
He’s breathing hard, but not hard enough that he misses Dom’s own desperate gasping. Dom’s elbow moves rhythmically by Billy’s side, and he realises what Dom is doing. Dom’s sat up a bit, and has his jeans undone and the triangles of denim frame his cock as his hand works it up and down in a blur. His eyes are shut tight and his mouth is a thin white line. Billy’s fascinated by it; the slick red head disappearing into Dom’s fist every few seconds and emerging, wetter and more swollen. Billy reaches up with his own hand and touches Dom’s cheek. “Look at me, Dommie, c’mon. Look at me and come on me-“
He barely has the words out of his mouth and Dom is coming hard, splattering onto Billy’s stomach and his half-softened cock. Billy groans at a surge of renewed lust that pours through him, and reaches out to cover Dom’s cock with his hand, catching the second spurt in his palm. He brings it to his mouth and licks, knowing that Dom is watching him intently and still stroking himself through his orgasm.
**
“What’s the new look, then?” Billy sits himself across from Dom at the table. They’d agreed to meet for dinner, since Billy didn’t want to take the chance of anyone seeing him pick Dom up twice in one week. It’s Friday, and although Billy’s picking up some shifts at the factory, he won’t have to be in until afternoon. Dom’s curfew is later on the weekends, too.
Dom shrugs, but Billy can tell he’s proud of the beard he’s attempting. “Just trying something new. Do you like it?”
“Looks nice,” Billy says. It’s true enough. It doesn’t look bad, just strange. Dom has the potential to grow a proper beard, at least, but he’s used to Dom’s skin being soft and smooth, and can’t imagine his opinion changing.
“Mum hates it. She wants me to shave before mass, but I’m not going to.” Dom informs him, with a touch of teenage defiance.
A few hours later, they’ve made themselves comfortable on Billy’s couch. There’s another film in, but it’s just as ignored as the last one. Dom starts to sink down, but Billy stops him.
“Don’t know how I feel about this anymore,” Billy says, and scrubs his fingers across Dom’s cheek and chin.
“I thought you said it looked good?” Dom frowns at him.
“Have you ever snogged a bloke with a beard, Dommie?”
“No…” Dom looks at him like he’s insane. “Why?”
“Just take my word for it. Looks good, but don’t think I’m lettin’ you near any sensitive bits when you’re in danger of giving me stubble burn.” He tugs Dom up to lay beside him.
“Oh.” Dom considers that. “I’ll shave tomorrow, then. That’ll make Mum happy.”
**
Billy can tell that there’s something Dom’s wanting to say to him. It’s been on the tip of Dom’s tongue all night, and it’s making Billy nervous. Finally, he says, “What is it?”
“What?” Dom startles a little. “What do you mean?”
“You’re wanting to talk about something?”
“How-“ Dom frowns. “How’d you know?”
“I can tell,” Billy says, and kisses Dom on the forehead. They’re on Billy’s sofa still. Soon enough Dom will need to go home, but for now they’re comfortable and warm laying there together. “What is it?”
“I was just thinking. I mean, I’ve been thinking, for a while. What if I tell my mum that I’m going somewhere with a mate or something, or with the football team, and I stay here one weekend?”
”A whole weekend?” Billy says, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I never get to stay over all night, and I’d like to. We could, um. We could.” Dom’s nerve seems to fail him abruptly. “You know.”
“What, Dom?” Billy thumbs the pause button on the remote.
Dom clears his throat. “Fuck. We could fuck.”
“You’re- You think you’re ready for that?”
Dom turns suddenly defiant. “I’m not a kid, Billy. I know what I want. I want you to fuck me.”
“Dom-“ Billy sighs, his arms tightening around Dom. “There’s no need to rush this.”
“How is this rushing? We’ve been together for over a month.”
Billy can see Dom getting more and more agitated, and quickly tries to head the conversation in a new direction. “You’re right, we have. And if you want to spend a night over, that’d be grand. I’d love it.”
“Yeah? Really?” Dom leans up, over Billy. “Are you serious?”
“What, did you think I’d tell you no?” Billy smiles.
“Well, kinda.” Dom can hardly kiss him for grinning so big.
**
The next time they talk, Dom keeps bringing up staying over. His single-minded determination reminds Billy of how young Dom is, and soon begins to make Billy nervous. Though Dom does not actually say it, Billy knows what he wants to happen and he’s eager to avoid being in that situation.
It isn’t that he doesn’t want Dom. Of course he wants Dom. He wants Dom so much it’s driving him insane. With every breath he takes, he wants Dom a little more. But he knows the responsibility in his hands. Being Dom’s first, being older, being someone Dom looks up to.
He’s never been anyone’s first. His own first time is a strange memory, and one that really has nothing in common at all with what he intends to do for Dom, if it does indeed go that far. His first time was a moment of rebellion, the back room in a dark club, an anonymous affair. The bloke hadn’t been rough or cruel, but he hadn’t been particularly gentle, either. He’d had no way of knowing how inexperienced Billy was. He’d done his part and left it up to Billy to tend to himself. Billy hadn’t even gotten off, but he hadn’t minded. His intentions had not been to seek pleasure for himself, but to get it over with. He’d grown tired of being burdened by this lack of knowledge. He knew he was gay, had even said the words aloud to Matt, but still had no idea what it meant. He’d been disgusted with his own timidity around the guy he was interested in. Kyle. Kyle had been his name.
Billy had ended up fucking Kyle. He’d fucked him and it had been good and they’d even been on a couple of dates after. And then Billy’s realized that Kyle wasn’t really someone he wanted to be with, really. Breaking up with him had been surprisingly easy to do.
Billy wonders if it will be like that for Dom. If once he knows what it’s like, he’ll stop wanting it so much. Sex is something Billy can take or leave, and he’s known that for a while now. He’s got a normal sexual appetite, and when his body is telling him that it really needs a release, he’s not above returning to that environment of total anonymity and having a faceless nameless fuck, but he likes for sex to be with someone he cares about.
The problem is that there hasn’t been in anyone in his life that he really cares about in too long. His most serious relationship was at 21, and it was the first and only broken heart that Billy’s ever had. He isn’t keen on reliving it, and he’s already far more attached to Dom. He has history with Dom. If Dom moves on, Billy will still have to see him. He’ll have to smile and pretend that everything is all right. He may even have to see Dom with someone new. Dom is seventeen, and people don’t meet the person they’ll be with for the rest of their lives at seventeen.
**
And then the weekend comes when Dom is there. It’s nice. It’s a lot nicer than Billy ever expected it to be. The knowledge there is no clock ticking, that there will not come a moment when they have to groan and put their clothes back on and say goodbyes. Billy will not have to take Dom home and make the lonely little drive back.
They order pizza and eat it off of paper plates. They sit on opposite ends of Billy’s couch, their legs tangled together. Billy laughs so hard at one point that he can’t even continue chewing.
Dom gets wrapped up in the show on the telly at one point. He doesn’t notice Billy watching at him.
Such a goofy looking kid. Short and skinny, ears poking out. Dom’s still got that gawky look of a teenager, but Billy can see what he’ll grow into. His hair’s getting longer and Dom’s been talking about adding in some highlights. Billy thinks it would look nice, but he likes Dom’s hair the way it is, too. Soft brown, almost naturally golden when the sun hits it just right.
Dom catches him watching and makes a lewd face. Billy laughs, his concentration broken, but he finds himself flushing anyway.
“That bad?” Dom laughs.
Billy shakes his head.
“Come on.” Dom puts his plate on the floor and crawls cat-like up to Billy’s end of the couch. “What were you thinking about?”
Billy touches Dom’s hair, pushes back a lock that’s just starting to curl over his forehead. “You.”
Dom smiles beatifically. “What about me?”
Billy shakes his head. “Can’t say. Secret.”
Out comes the lower lip in a classic Monaghan pout. “Pleaaaase.”
“No,” Billy grins and kisses him. It works as a diversionary tactic, but only for a few minutes.
“Tell me!”
“Not gonna work.” Billy says. He tries to roll them over, but something gets twisted and then they’re freefalling for a split second before they crash onto the ground.
Billy lays there, stunned, and then reaches around to cup the back of his head. It takes a few seconds, but then – “OW! Bloody buggering fuck!”
Dom is worried for as long as it takes Billy to reassure him that there is no blood, only the beginnings of a bump. Then Dom starts laughing, and keeps on laughing until he has to lie down beside Billy and catch his breath.
“Oh, nice.” Billy scowls. “Mock my pain.”
“Sorry. You’re cute when you’re concussed, though.”
Billy sticks out his tongue.
“Mature, too,” Dom pokes fun. “Can see why you and Mattie get on so well. You both act like you’re 12.”
“And you don’t? Who was that sent home from school for putting a frog in someone’s locker?”
Dom turns red. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like it did. I found him in the janitor’s closet and I was going to take him outside and let him go, but I didn’t want him to get stepped on… it was empty. I thought it was an empty locker, but then-“
Billy claps a hand over Dom’s mouth. “It’s all right.” He smiles, and kisses Dom. “You’re dead adorable, did you know that?”
Dom gives him a doubtful look.
“That’s what I was thinking, earlier. How you look. How-“ Billy nearly swallows his words, but bravely keeps on. “How you’re growing up. How handsome you are.”
Dom starts to shake his head, but Billy shushes him with a kiss. Somehow, he’s lost the humor of the moment. Dom doesn’t so much go still as he does just melt into Billy, all of his wait sliding delicious and warm against Billy’s body.
There is very much danger in this moment, and when Billy stands up, it’s because he has to or he might say something that he’ll regret.
**
The evening takes a natural progression. Clothes come off, and they move to the bed. Things are heated, kissing and praise whispered, but what neither of them says brings a different sort of tension.
“Will you.” Dom says, and kisses Billy’s shoulder. “I want.”
“Dom,” Billy pushes him back against the mattress. “I don’t have what we need for that. But I can still show you what it’s like.”
He’s already thought this out in his head, planned for it.
”What-“ Dom swallows a gasp when Billy reaches between them and takes a firm grip on his cock.
“Stay.” Billy kisses Dom and then gets up. He finds a small packet of lube and holds it between his fingers. Back in the bedroom, he shows it to Dom. “This is all I have. It isn’t enough for us to fuck. Even if you top the first time… well, it’s been a while for me, I’d need more than this.”
Dom’s face takes on a drugged, blissful expression at the very mention of him fucking Billy. “Okay. So what-“
Billy rips open the packet with his teeth and squirts the lube onto his right hand. “I’m going to show you what it feels like. What it will feel like, if we do it.”
“When,” Dom says stubbornly.
Billy’s slippery fingers press between Dom’s legs, not entering him but rubbing around the puckered little hole. Dom goes very tense, and very still. Billy’s hand rubbing at his thigh goes a way toward calming him, but the progress is undone the second Billy’s fingertip presses into tightly clenched skin. He doesn’t stop, though; he pushes until there is give and then he’s in Dom. It’s unbearably hot and tight. Billy has to shift his hips a little against the mattress to try and relieve the pressure.
He puts in a second finger, not mindless to Dom’s discomfort but with the knowledge that it was just that; discomfort. He presses his fingers back and forth, searching, searching-
“Ahhh!” Dom lets out a surprised little noise, a hiss of air drawn in and then delayed, the louder rush of it released again. His feet plant firmly on the mattress and his hips lift up a little. “What-“
Billy grins and licks the base of Dom’s cock, thrusting his fingers in and out. “Is it good?”
“Yeah,” Dom says, face twisted in pleasure. “That’s my… the spot? The-“
“Prostate,” Billy mutters. He can feel his ears heating up. Sexy talk in bed is one thing; dictionary definitions are decidedly less smooth.
“Riiiiiiigh….. oh.” Dom twists a little, and experiments with pushing down on Billy’s hand. “God, that feels fantastic.”
With his free hand, Billy lifts Dom’s cock. It’s gone a bit softer with the lack of attention being paid directly to it, but it perks up again very shortly under his touch. He licks up the shaft and then sucks the head gently, his fingers working in and out of Dom’s arse.
“Can you imagine it,” Billy says, “With my cock and not my fingers? It’ll hurt, at first. Even going slow, and with plenty of lube, it’ll hurt.”
“But then it’ll feel like this?” Dom asks.
“Then it will.”
Dom nods. His eyes have closed, and he looks drowsy. Billy’s angles it so that he’s brushing Dom’s prostate on every stroke, and he lets Dom do some of the work, grinding down.
Billy watches him for a few seconds, and then grins a devilish grin that Dom misses completely. He ducks his head down, using his entire hand to press Dom’s cock against his belly, trapping it. Dom’s leaking already, and precome drips onto his stomach and smears there.
He licks Dom’s balls, and Dom’s entire body jerks a little. Billy doesn’t give him a second to adjust, but takes the left one into his mouth and then sucks hard. Dom’s quickly trying to move in every different direction at once. He wants down on Billy’s fingers, up against Billy’s hands, wants more of Billy’s mouth. Were he not so busy, Billy would make a comment about how greedy Dom can be.
“Ahh!” Dom shouts. That’s all the warning Billy gets. His fingers curl around Dom and stroke him through it, come making everything slick and easy. Dom wrenches away after a few seconds, over stimulated. “Oh…bloody fuck…” He pants.
Billy leaves his messy hand on Dom’s stomach and licks the tip of his cock, just to see Dom shudder through an aftershock. Dom looks entirely wrung out and on the verge of passing out. Billy’s own cock is still hard and aching. He uses the hand covered in Dom’s come to wank himself. It’s warm and slick and sticky, and his hand squeezes tightly up and down. It’s only a minute or so until he’s coming onto his belly. He finds Dom watching him when he’s finished.
“Mm,” Dom sighs and makes as if he wants to move closer to Billy. “’m so t’red.”
“I can tell.” Billy kisses Dom on the forehead and smiles. “Go to sleep.”
Dom glances down at his stomach, and then at Billy. “Messy.”
“I’ll take care of it. You sleep.” Dom is complying almost before Billy’s finished saying it.
Billy does take care of them. He rises and takes a shower himself, then towels Dom off. Dom’s only contribution is to complain that Billy’s taking too long, and should be in bed.
**
Billy plans to wake up and nip out to the pharmacy for supplies before Dom is ever awake. He tip-toes around the flat, fixing himself a cup of tea and splashing water onto his face. His stomach growls, and he speculates on how nice breakfast from the bakery around the corner from the pharmacy will be. He takes some out of his savings envelope, making a mental promise to put extra in out of his next week’s wages,
“Where are you going?” Dom says from the bedroom doorway. He can barely get the sentence out before he’s yawning. It’s half nine, and Billy never expects Dom to be awake so early.
“Down to the chemist. Go back to sleep, I’ll be back soon.” Billy stuffs the note into his pocket and smiles at Dom.
“Oh!” Dom’s face lights up. “You’re going for – that?”
Billy laughs. “Yes. That. Go to bed.”
He turns to leave but Dom comes at him so fast that he nearly trips. “I want to go, too. Give me a few minutes to get dressed.”
“Dom-“ Billy protests. “It won’t take me a few minutes. Just wait here.”
“No, I want to go.” Dom grabs his jeans and hops into them. “Please?”
”Fine, all right.” He waits while Dom gets dressed.
**
The chemist has one brand of lube in stock, and Billy declares with great distaste that he wouldn’t use that brand to lube his vehicle, much less someone’s arse. “Come on, I know another place we can go.”
He hadn’t intended on this, and especially not with Dom, but this is the only chemist on this side of town. There is, however, a small sex shop two blocks over.
The girl behind the counter has pink hair and purple lip gloss. She’s reading a newspaper, and doesn’t even spare them a glance when they walk in the door. The shop is sectioned into three rooms, and what they’re looking for is in the main one. The selection pleases Billy, who gets the condoms first and then deliberates over lube.
Dom is overcome by curiosity and starts to wander down the aisles.
“Flavoured?” Billy asks, holding up two bottles. “Or maybe warming?”
“Warming?” Dom turns the corner and walks back over to Billy. “What flavours?”
“They’ve got nearly everything,” Billy says, holding up a tube each of vanilla and coconut lime. Dom plucks the vanilla from his hands, but makes a face at the coconut lime.
“Chocolate?”
Billy shakes his head. “I’ve tried that one. Doesn’t taste anything like chocolate. The caramel isn’t bad, though.”
Dom muses over it, and then puts it back on the shelf. “What about strawberry?”
“Strawberry wouldn’t be bad.” He checks the prices. “Why don’t we get a few of them? We can try them out and see what you like best.”
“All right,” Dom says, rocking back on the balls of his feet. “Strawberry, then. And the warming stuff. That sounds… fun.”
“Are you allergic to anything?” Billy asks.
“I don’t know.” Dom’s forehead creases. He looks over the ingredients. “I don’t recognize anything that I’m allergic too… but most of these, I’ve never heard of.”
Billy takes an unscented, unflavored bottle from the shelf as well, just in case. He adds non-latex condoms to the pile, and starts to move toward the counter when he realises that he’s lost Dom.
He finds him in the next room over, staring in absolute fascination at a rack of vibrating dildos. Dom is concentrating so hard that he doesn’t hear Billy walk up behind him. Billy leans in close and whispers, ”See anything you like?”
Dom jumps. ‘Fuck! You scared me. Um, I was just.”
“Those look pretty scary.” Billy says, nodding at the twelve inch model that was in front of Dom. “Christ. Make you walk funny for a week.”
Dom snickers. “I think I’d rather have the real thing.”
“Mm,” Billy nods his agreement, though he senses some curiosity beneath the laughter. He keeps walking with Dom through the various toys in the room – from simple vibrators to large, lifelike dolls.
Dom stops again when they reach a small table of leather. There are cock rings and bondage cuffs with intimidating metal buckles. Dom picks up one of the cuffs and fingers the ring on it.
Billy’s done the bondage scene twice, though it had never been anything overly serious. Both times it had ended before the end, the rules and positions forgotten when they were both ready to come. He’s not crossed it off of his list entirely, though, and a jolt goes through him when he imagines how Dom would look all done up in leather, on his knees. He wants to lead Dom away, but Dom has picked up another, much more innocent looking cuff. This one is more for decoration than actual use, something nice looking to wear.
This is a clearance table, with the sign advertising the prices. It’s more than Billy’d intended on spending here, but he has enough on him. “Do you like it?”
Dom nods. “It’s nice.”
Billy takes it from him. “Come on.”
“What?” Dom stays there for a few seconds, and catches up with Billy as he’s putting their purchases on the counter. They’re both silent while the girl rings them up.
Once they’re outside of the shop, Billy digs through the bag and hands Dom the cuff. Dom puts it on, and can’t stop looking at it.
“Do you want breakfast?” He asks, glancing at the bakery, and then the deli beside it. They spent more time in the store than Billy had planned, and it’s almost ten now. “You’re probably hungry. We could get a pizza and take it back with us.”
“Pizza sounds good.” Dom agrees.
They walk side by side, the bag hanging off of Billy’s shoulder and bumping his side every few seconds. The third time their knuckles brush, he takes Dom’s hand.
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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. The lj post word limit strikes again! Extended to three parts.
Continues from here.
Billy wakes up two hours later. Dom is fast asleep beside him, still. It takes a bit of gentle rousing before he stirs.
“Nnph,” Dom tries to bat Billy’s hand away.
“You have to go home,” Billy insists, rolling onto his side and staring down at Dom.
Dom’s hair is mussed and flat on one side from where he lay on it. He’s smiling and beautiful, pink cheeks and ears poking out. Billy kisses him, and then again, because he can’t not.
“You have to go,” Billy says again, sitting up. He sniffs. The air around him still smells strongly of sex, and he’s sure that Dom does, too. “You should shower first.”
Dom does not follow him. “I don’t want to leave. Let me call Mum and tell her I’m staying over here.”
“She’ll want to know why you were here to begin with.”
“I’ll say I just ran into you. That we got dinner.”
“Dom. You’re going home.” Billy hops on one foot, trying to get his pants back on. When he almost trips, Dom snickers. “Wanker. Stop staring and get dressed.”
Dom instantly goes back to sulking. “You’re no fun.”
“You weren’t saying that an hour ago, now were you?” Billy grins, tossing Dom’s trackies at his head.
**
Freshly scrubbed and damp haired, Dom still pleads for Billy to let him stay.
Billy still says no. “I’m driving you home, though, so you can give your mum that line about running into me and staying for dinner if she asks.”
Dom doesn’t say much until they’re in Billy’s car. The silence is uncharacteristic, and makes Billy uneasy. He doesn’t ask, though. He assumes that Dom will come around to it on his own time.
”Do you think Mum would really mind if she knew?”
Billy thinks over his response carefully. “Does she know that you fancy blokes?”
Dom sighs. He looks out the window, away from Billy. “No. I haven’t told her.”
“I don’t know, really. I don’t think the best way to start off would be telling them about me, though. Knowing your son is gay is one thing. Knowing he’s fucking around with someone a decade older is different.”
Dom looks at him. “We aren’t doing any fucking. Yet. And you’re only 8 years older. That isn’t a decade.”
“More or less.” Billy shrugs. “I don’t think two years will make much difference, really.”
“Mum and Dad love you, though.”
“They love me as Matt’s friend that practically lived with them from age 12 until 21. Me and you… that’s not the same.” Billy says, with an air of finality.
Five minutes later, he’s in front of Dom’s house. There’s a light on in the den, so Billy doesn’t feel like risking a good night kiss. He squeezes Dom’s hand. “Ring me tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Dom says, and takes his hand away. Billy can tell that he’s still sulking, and sighs. Dom’s head jerks around in an instant glare, and he beats a hasty retreat from the car, slamming the door behind him.
**
Dom’s temper hits a peak and then starts to fade by the next evening. He rings Billy, contrite. He hurries through a bashful apology, and then changes the subject before Billy can respond. “Can I come over tomorrow?”
“No,” Billy says.
“But-“
“But if it’s all right with your Mum, you can come to Gran’s for dinner. I’m doing some shopping, and Maggie’s going to cook. She’ll have her daughter with her. You’ve met Claire, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, I saw her last Christmas when me and Mum took over that pie.” Dom says. “She’s what, five?”
“Six.” Billy says, smiling fondly. She’s probably as close as he’ll ever come to having a child. He’s really shite with children, but in his own awkward way, he adores her.
“I’d love to come over. That’d be brilliant.”
“Great. I’ll come for you when we’re ready.”
There is a pause. Billy feels like Dom wants to say something, so he stays on the line instead of ringing off.
“Yesterday was…” Dom starts, and then laughs.
“Yeah,” Billy smiles, sitting down on the couch. He shuts his eyes, remembering how gorgeous Dom was above him, what Dom’s voice did to him. “It was.”
“All day long, I just. I could feel you, and hear you. I got called out for daydreaming twice today. I wish I could see you right now.”
This is not the Dom of last night, all oozing bravado and confidence.
“Me, too. All of it, I mean. I…” Billy says.
He glances at the clock. It is 7:27. “Dom? Have you had dinner yet?”
“Yeah, Mum made roast beef-“
“What about dessert?” Billy grins. “Something from the ice cream shop?”
The ice cream shop is only a few blocks over from where Dom lives. It was Billy and Matt’s favorite place to spend warm summer days as children, and Dom followed along when they were old enough to be trusted to watch him.
“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds really good.” Dom beams. “I’ll tell Mum I’m going. I can be there in ten minutes.”
**
When Billy pulls up, Dom is leaning against his bicycle in the mostly empty parking lot. He chains his bike to a rail and hurries over to Billy’s car, sliding in. He’s shivering. “F-f-fucking f-freezing.”
Billy makes sympathetic noises and takes his jacket off, sliding it around Dom’s shoulders. He kisses him soundly on the forehead, and then on the mouth. “Better?”
Dom smiles back at him. “Better,” he agrees, then tilts his head for another kiss. “I have to be home at nine. I left a note on the fridge saying I’d be back by ten, but dad caught me and said nine.”
“That gives us an hour, yeah? That’ll do.” Billy says, and bumps the heat up a notch. “Are you still cold?”
Dom shrugs. “Getting warmer. Let’s snog some more.”
Billy laughs. “Straight to the point, eh?” But he isn’t complaining.
“Come over here, then.” Billy pushes his seat back as far as it can go.
Dom’s face turns pink. “You want me to sit on your lap?”
“You think we can make out with this between us?” Billy looks down at the console. “Come on.”
“I’ve never done this before! I don’t know how it works.” Dom’s face turns even pinker, but he’s grinning. He nudges off his shoes and climbs over the console, settling above Billy with his arse against the steering wheel. He leans back, and the horn lets out a short blare. “Oi! Shite.”
“Come here,” Billy says. “Like this.”
He tugs Dom forward and reclines the seat so that they’re both half laying. “Oh. Yeah. That’s…” Dom’s words are lost in his eagerness to kiss, and soon they’re both lost in that.
Billy’s hands are in Dom’s hair and down under the jacket (Billy’s jacket, warm from Dom) and roaming over his arse and thighs and then back up again. Dom’s tongue is in his mouth and Dom’s lips moving over his neck and jaw and cheek and Dom’s fingers eyes smile laugh everything making Billy lose his mind.
They’re both breathing hard and trembling when Dom lays his head on Billy’s shoulder and just lays against him. Billy’s arms wrap tight around Dom, and he starts to count off the seconds in his mind. It’s something from his childhood, a way of cataloguing good memories by how many seconds they last. His mother singing, his father laughing, his first kiss, hearing someone sing a song he’s written...
And now – Dom.
**
“I don’t want to go back home,” Dom says, shifting back over into his seat. The clock reads 9:02. Dom will already have to suffer the Wrath of an Angry Austin Monaghan.
Well, perhaps the Very Disappointed Expression of Austin Monaghan.
“I don’t want you to go,” Billy says, feeling relaxed and warm and silly. He leans over and presses his nose into Dom’s cheek, ruffling his hair. “Want to tuck you in my pocket and take you home with me. Give you a biscuit or two now and then.”
“And lots of snogs?” Dom says, wistfully. “Be nice, though. The biscuits, I mean.”
“Mm,” Billy glares playfully, then nips at Dom’s earlobe. He’s still leaning over the seat. The bite turns into a suck and then a lick, and Dom’s breathing goes all shallow and funny again.
“You’re. Um. Don’t… if you want me to leave.”
“Thought we already covered the fact that I don’t want you to leave,” Billy teases. He sobers up a little and brushes another kiss against Dom’s cheek before pulling away. “But you do have to. Are you sure you don’t want a ride?”
Dom shakes his head, and gets out the car. It’s even chillier than before.
“Here, take my jacket.” Billy says, grabbing it from where it was tossed in the backseat. “You’ll freeze, otherwise. You can give it back to me soon.”
Dom wraps it around himself, leans in to wiggle his fingers at Billy again. “Ring me.” He says, and blows a kiss before running off.
**
The next week is a blur for Billy. He sees Dom once, at his Gran’s house for dinner, but Dom is swept up in playing footie and studying, and a weekend trip with his parents to France.
Billy works and sleeps and watches telly, until it gets cut off. He could pay the bill, but he wants to put money away, and isn’t satisfied with the rate at which he’s tucking it away. He can live without a telly, anyway. He goes to the library and gets a few books, but the factory has drained him of his love for the written word. When he was younger, a book was a magical world. Now it’s just a page splattered with ink.
He spends more time with his Gran. She’s growing older to be sure, but she’s still fiercely stubborn about her independence. She can’t be trusted with a cooker after she dropped that heavy iron skillet and broke two of her toes. She will let Billy and Margaret do for her, but she criticizes and critiques everything, from Billy’s shoddy work installing the new water heater to Maggie’s inability to cook a good roast. They just nod and agree with her, and let her speak her piece.
Billy’s always felt that she favours Maggie more than him, because with Maggie she can at least feel as if she’s some help. Maggie told him once that she thought the same thing – that Gran favoured Billy – because Billy isn’t trying to take over doing the things that their Gran once did, isn’t trying to be a replacement. They’d had a good laugh over how silly they were both being about it, but Billy doesn’t doubt that somewhere deep down Maggie still believes the same – just like Billy does.
Maggie isn’t there that night, though. Billy lets his Gran cook. He is sitting at the kitchen table trying to repair the torch that he thinks probably wasn’t really broken at all until he’d gotten his hands on it. Gran is a good cook, when she can keep her concentration, and tonight is one of those nights. The stew she makes (with ingredients Billy had fetched) is the best meal Billy’s had in ages, since the last time he ate one of Aureen’s dinners. He doesn’t hesitate to tell her, repeatedly. She glowers at his praise, but beams too. As an ultimate sign of her good cheer, she invites him into her room (not her bedroom, nor a study, nor any other conventional room – just her room). She pours him a glass of a deep, red wine and sits to knit for a bit. It’s one of the few things her hands can still manage, as shaky as they’ve become. Somehow the needles just know where to go, and after just a few minutes her fingers are nimble and quick. Billy’s a little amazed at that. He’s quite certain that if he were to try it would end in bloodshed.
He sits in the quiet, feeling drowsy and heavy. It’s nice here, and he almost wishes that he could stay. She’d most certainly let him move back in if he did ask. It would be easy, then, to see Dom whenever he wanted. He’d be able to save so much more money without having to fork over for rent and utilities. He’d have company all the time, wouldn’t ever be lonely. He’d be surrounded by this warmth. This is the place his mum was born and raised. This is where he spent half his childhood.
But it would be a step backwards, and Billy refuses to give any ground. He’s had to work hard to crawl the tiny distance that he has.
Gran starts singing. Her voice cracks and she rarely hits the right key, but it’s one of the most beautiful songs Billy has ever heard. He can shut his eyes and remember with perfect clarity his mum humming it as she did the wash.
When she is ready for bed, his Gran makes no bones about letting him know. Billy puts out the fire and puts away the leftovers (taking a foil wrapped plate at her insistence) and gives her a hug. He tells her he loves her, and she pats his cheek and calls him a good lad.
It’s cold outside. Dom and his parents are still in France. Their house is empty and forlorn, so Billy doesn’t even stop to give it a few seconds' extra stare.
**
Billy knows it’s risky, but since he’s gotten into this thing with Dom he’s found himself taking more and more risks. It’s exhilarating, in a really scary way, how much he finds he’s willing to keep feeling the way that Dom makes him feel.
At the moment, what he’s willing to do is sit parked outside of Dom’s school. He gets out of his car when he sees the floodgates open. He’s scared he’ll miss Dom altogether. He knows this is the direction that Dom should be going in, if he’s going to walk home. It’s a Monday, so Dom doesn’t have footie practice but if he’s going out with mates or staying late to work on an assignment then Billy will have no way of knowing.
But then he sees Dom, head turned to the side as he talks with a pale, dark haired boy. Billy starts to sink into the background, not wanting to be spotted until Dom is alone, but the boy walks off in a different direction and Billy starts forward.
He can tell the very second that Dom sees him. Dom’s entire face lights up and he starts to walk a little fast. By the time he reaches Billy, he’s breathless and beaming. “What are you doing here?”
“Picking you up,” Billy says, and gets in his car. His face hurts from smiling. It’s been almost two weeks, the longest they’ve gone without seeing each other since they started… whatever it is they’re doing. “You have any plans?”
“No, I don’t,” Dom says so quickly that Billy suspects he must be lying. “Well, I can ring them and cancel. I’d rather see you.”
They spend the short ride glancing at each other. Billy notes the changes; a haircut, a bit of a tan. “France was nice?”
“Yeah, it was nice. Mum did a lot of shopping. Dad did a lot of complaining about how much money Mum spent shopping.” Dom says. “But, you know, it was fun. I always love the Eiffel Tower at night. Hey, remember that time you went with us to Paris?”
Billy’s stomach clenches a little. He does remember that, vividly. It was a summer after his mum died that winter. They had been so kind to invite him and he really had enjoyed it. They’d even let him and Matt stay in their very own room, attached to Austin and Aureen and Dominic’s room by two back to back doors in the middle of the wall. He and Matt had stayed up all night that first night eating sweets they’d bought and telling ghost tales about the hotel. It had been his first time to visit Paris, and he’d soaked in the sights. It had been the first time in months that he’d truly felt himself enjoying life… until they got the tower. As grand and majestic as it seemed from afar, the sight of it up close had made cold sweat break out on Billy’s body. He knew they meant to go up it, just like he knew with a dead certainty that there was no way he’d be able to. But he couldn’t disappoint Austin and Aureen, and he couldn’t look like a coward in front of Matt, his best friend. He’d ignored the nausea and dizziness as the neared the elevator, but when the doors dinged his stomach lurched and it was all over. He’d managed not to be sick, but his knees had given out and he’d sat down hard, burying his face in his hands.
Aureen had been so kind to him, staying down with him while Austin took the boys up. She’d thought he was sick with something to begin with, but at his quick recovery (or maybe the sheer relief on his face) told her that it was more. She hadn’t pressed, though. She’d just sat there chattering away in her lovely voice, talking about what they’d do for the rest of the day and squeezing his hand.
“Billy?” Dom says, bringing Billy back to the present. “I’m sorry.”
“What?” Billy says, looking over in surprise. Dom is staring at him with his head tilted, concentrating hard. “Dom?”
“You went off somewhere, didn’t you? When I mentioned Paris? Did something happen there?”
Billy laughs and reaches over, taking Dom’s hand. “Nothing besides your boyfriend almost proving what a gutless bastard he can be.”
“What?” Dom says, with a shocked little smile. “I don’t get it.”
“I was too afraid to go up the tower with you and Matt and your da. Your mum had to sit down with me and wait.”
Dom’s face crumples up in concentration. “I don’t remember that,” He finally says. “But I was young, I guess. So you’re afraid of heights?”
Billy nods. “The rest of the holiday was brilliant, though. It’s the only holiday I can ever remember going on.”
”Really?” Dom sounds incredulous. It’s not unexpected. His family takes these trips twice a year, and goes other places besides when Dom is on longer school breaks. “We should go to Paris, me and you.”
”That’d be fun,” Billy admits. The very idea of it is overwhelming. What would he do with Dom, in a city like that? Everything, most likely, and then some.
It’s probably a good thing that a holiday like that will never come about.
**
“I liked that movie,” Dom says, yawning into Billy’s shoulder. Billy is grateful for the VCR that Maggie’d given him last Christmas now. Dom hadn’t even questioned the fact that Billy’d put on a film as soon as they’d gotten in.
“Yeah, that one was pretty good,” Billy agrees. He kisses Dom on the forehead and stretches, shutting his eyes. “Could drop right off, I think.”
“Mm. Go ahead.”
“Nae. Got to take you home soon.”
He can almost telepathically feel Dom’s frown. His hand pats at Dom’s shoulder clumsily, and he offers his mouth for a distracting kiss.
Dom takes it, and then some. He nudges until he’s on top of Billy completely, instead of just leaning stretched out beside him. “Can I suck you off?” He asks, licking Billy’s jaw.
“Nngh,” is what comes out of Billy’s mouth, somewhat less coherent than he had actually intended. He nods, giving up on the spoken word.
It doesn’t take long for them to get Billy out of his jeans and his pants. Billy is quite helpful, divesting himself of his shirt while Dom is busy with the pants. He gives the clock a glance, just to make sure that they really do have time for this. There’s still two good hours before Dom has to be back home, and since Aureen knows he’s with Billy he probably wouldn’t be in any trouble coming home even later than that. Plenty of time, Billy reassures himself. Plenty of time for this, and more. But not too much more.
Dom is a quick learner. Dom is a very quick learner and proves it when he wraps his mouth around Billy and sucks hard, moving his head up and down. Billy keeps his eyes shut because he can’t stand to watch, but that makes the soundtrack all the more powerful. The wet sucking, the whisper of skin on skin when Dom begins to stroke him. Billy’s own harsh exhales and muted groans when it grows to be just too much to keep completely quiet. He doesn’t let himself thrust outright, but his hips move in useless jabs as it builds and builds. One foot falls to the ground so he can brace himself and spread his thighs a little more. Dom’s fingers rub at his balls, and behind them, making Billy jerk at the overload of sensation.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Billy gasps. His fingers clench down on the edge of the sofa cushion until his knuckles turn white.
”Billy,” Dom says, and he sounds like he’s pleading. “Talk to me. Keep talking.”
“Fuck, Dom, that feels so bloody fantastic, wouldn’t fucking believe it, oh Christ, oh God, Dom, my Dommie, oh fucking hell…” Billy’s head tips back as far as it can go and his pelvis lifts up more quickly than Dom was expecting. Dom pulls off and coughs a bit. Billy would apoligise if he could, but he’s too busy with the orgasm and such. Dom’s hand is still on him, still providing that nice wonderful pressure that feels so lovely. Even after the main pulses of it face, come drips down his cock and Dom’s hand, slides into his pubic hair and messily onto his thigh.
He’s breathing hard, but not hard enough that he misses Dom’s own desperate gasping. Dom’s elbow moves rhythmically by Billy’s side, and he realises what Dom is doing. Dom’s sat up a bit, and has his jeans undone and the triangles of denim frame his cock as his hand works it up and down in a blur. His eyes are shut tight and his mouth is a thin white line. Billy’s fascinated by it; the slick red head disappearing into Dom’s fist every few seconds and emerging, wetter and more swollen. Billy reaches up with his own hand and touches Dom’s cheek. “Look at me, Dommie, c’mon. Look at me and come on me-“
He barely has the words out of his mouth and Dom is coming hard, splattering onto Billy’s stomach and his half-softened cock. Billy groans at a surge of renewed lust that pours through him, and reaches out to cover Dom’s cock with his hand, catching the second spurt in his palm. He brings it to his mouth and licks, knowing that Dom is watching him intently and still stroking himself through his orgasm.
**
“What’s the new look, then?” Billy sits himself across from Dom at the table. They’d agreed to meet for dinner, since Billy didn’t want to take the chance of anyone seeing him pick Dom up twice in one week. It’s Friday, and although Billy’s picking up some shifts at the factory, he won’t have to be in until afternoon. Dom’s curfew is later on the weekends, too.
Dom shrugs, but Billy can tell he’s proud of the beard he’s attempting. “Just trying something new. Do you like it?”
“Looks nice,” Billy says. It’s true enough. It doesn’t look bad, just strange. Dom has the potential to grow a proper beard, at least, but he’s used to Dom’s skin being soft and smooth, and can’t imagine his opinion changing.
“Mum hates it. She wants me to shave before mass, but I’m not going to.” Dom informs him, with a touch of teenage defiance.
A few hours later, they’ve made themselves comfortable on Billy’s couch. There’s another film in, but it’s just as ignored as the last one. Dom starts to sink down, but Billy stops him.
“Don’t know how I feel about this anymore,” Billy says, and scrubs his fingers across Dom’s cheek and chin.
“I thought you said it looked good?” Dom frowns at him.
“Have you ever snogged a bloke with a beard, Dommie?”
“No…” Dom looks at him like he’s insane. “Why?”
“Just take my word for it. Looks good, but don’t think I’m lettin’ you near any sensitive bits when you’re in danger of giving me stubble burn.” He tugs Dom up to lay beside him.
“Oh.” Dom considers that. “I’ll shave tomorrow, then. That’ll make Mum happy.”
**
Billy can tell that there’s something Dom’s wanting to say to him. It’s been on the tip of Dom’s tongue all night, and it’s making Billy nervous. Finally, he says, “What is it?”
“What?” Dom startles a little. “What do you mean?”
“You’re wanting to talk about something?”
“How-“ Dom frowns. “How’d you know?”
“I can tell,” Billy says, and kisses Dom on the forehead. They’re on Billy’s sofa still. Soon enough Dom will need to go home, but for now they’re comfortable and warm laying there together. “What is it?”
“I was just thinking. I mean, I’ve been thinking, for a while. What if I tell my mum that I’m going somewhere with a mate or something, or with the football team, and I stay here one weekend?”
”A whole weekend?” Billy says, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I never get to stay over all night, and I’d like to. We could, um. We could.” Dom’s nerve seems to fail him abruptly. “You know.”
“What, Dom?” Billy thumbs the pause button on the remote.
Dom clears his throat. “Fuck. We could fuck.”
“You’re- You think you’re ready for that?”
Dom turns suddenly defiant. “I’m not a kid, Billy. I know what I want. I want you to fuck me.”
“Dom-“ Billy sighs, his arms tightening around Dom. “There’s no need to rush this.”
“How is this rushing? We’ve been together for over a month.”
Billy can see Dom getting more and more agitated, and quickly tries to head the conversation in a new direction. “You’re right, we have. And if you want to spend a night over, that’d be grand. I’d love it.”
“Yeah? Really?” Dom leans up, over Billy. “Are you serious?”
“What, did you think I’d tell you no?” Billy smiles.
“Well, kinda.” Dom can hardly kiss him for grinning so big.
**
The next time they talk, Dom keeps bringing up staying over. His single-minded determination reminds Billy of how young Dom is, and soon begins to make Billy nervous. Though Dom does not actually say it, Billy knows what he wants to happen and he’s eager to avoid being in that situation.
It isn’t that he doesn’t want Dom. Of course he wants Dom. He wants Dom so much it’s driving him insane. With every breath he takes, he wants Dom a little more. But he knows the responsibility in his hands. Being Dom’s first, being older, being someone Dom looks up to.
He’s never been anyone’s first. His own first time is a strange memory, and one that really has nothing in common at all with what he intends to do for Dom, if it does indeed go that far. His first time was a moment of rebellion, the back room in a dark club, an anonymous affair. The bloke hadn’t been rough or cruel, but he hadn’t been particularly gentle, either. He’d had no way of knowing how inexperienced Billy was. He’d done his part and left it up to Billy to tend to himself. Billy hadn’t even gotten off, but he hadn’t minded. His intentions had not been to seek pleasure for himself, but to get it over with. He’d grown tired of being burdened by this lack of knowledge. He knew he was gay, had even said the words aloud to Matt, but still had no idea what it meant. He’d been disgusted with his own timidity around the guy he was interested in. Kyle. Kyle had been his name.
Billy had ended up fucking Kyle. He’d fucked him and it had been good and they’d even been on a couple of dates after. And then Billy’s realized that Kyle wasn’t really someone he wanted to be with, really. Breaking up with him had been surprisingly easy to do.
Billy wonders if it will be like that for Dom. If once he knows what it’s like, he’ll stop wanting it so much. Sex is something Billy can take or leave, and he’s known that for a while now. He’s got a normal sexual appetite, and when his body is telling him that it really needs a release, he’s not above returning to that environment of total anonymity and having a faceless nameless fuck, but he likes for sex to be with someone he cares about.
The problem is that there hasn’t been in anyone in his life that he really cares about in too long. His most serious relationship was at 21, and it was the first and only broken heart that Billy’s ever had. He isn’t keen on reliving it, and he’s already far more attached to Dom. He has history with Dom. If Dom moves on, Billy will still have to see him. He’ll have to smile and pretend that everything is all right. He may even have to see Dom with someone new. Dom is seventeen, and people don’t meet the person they’ll be with for the rest of their lives at seventeen.
**
And then the weekend comes when Dom is there. It’s nice. It’s a lot nicer than Billy ever expected it to be. The knowledge there is no clock ticking, that there will not come a moment when they have to groan and put their clothes back on and say goodbyes. Billy will not have to take Dom home and make the lonely little drive back.
They order pizza and eat it off of paper plates. They sit on opposite ends of Billy’s couch, their legs tangled together. Billy laughs so hard at one point that he can’t even continue chewing.
Dom gets wrapped up in the show on the telly at one point. He doesn’t notice Billy watching at him.
Such a goofy looking kid. Short and skinny, ears poking out. Dom’s still got that gawky look of a teenager, but Billy can see what he’ll grow into. His hair’s getting longer and Dom’s been talking about adding in some highlights. Billy thinks it would look nice, but he likes Dom’s hair the way it is, too. Soft brown, almost naturally golden when the sun hits it just right.
Dom catches him watching and makes a lewd face. Billy laughs, his concentration broken, but he finds himself flushing anyway.
“That bad?” Dom laughs.
Billy shakes his head.
“Come on.” Dom puts his plate on the floor and crawls cat-like up to Billy’s end of the couch. “What were you thinking about?”
Billy touches Dom’s hair, pushes back a lock that’s just starting to curl over his forehead. “You.”
Dom smiles beatifically. “What about me?”
Billy shakes his head. “Can’t say. Secret.”
Out comes the lower lip in a classic Monaghan pout. “Pleaaaase.”
“No,” Billy grins and kisses him. It works as a diversionary tactic, but only for a few minutes.
“Tell me!”
“Not gonna work.” Billy says. He tries to roll them over, but something gets twisted and then they’re freefalling for a split second before they crash onto the ground.
Billy lays there, stunned, and then reaches around to cup the back of his head. It takes a few seconds, but then – “OW! Bloody buggering fuck!”
Dom is worried for as long as it takes Billy to reassure him that there is no blood, only the beginnings of a bump. Then Dom starts laughing, and keeps on laughing until he has to lie down beside Billy and catch his breath.
“Oh, nice.” Billy scowls. “Mock my pain.”
“Sorry. You’re cute when you’re concussed, though.”
Billy sticks out his tongue.
“Mature, too,” Dom pokes fun. “Can see why you and Mattie get on so well. You both act like you’re 12.”
“And you don’t? Who was that sent home from school for putting a frog in someone’s locker?”
Dom turns red. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like it did. I found him in the janitor’s closet and I was going to take him outside and let him go, but I didn’t want him to get stepped on… it was empty. I thought it was an empty locker, but then-“
Billy claps a hand over Dom’s mouth. “It’s all right.” He smiles, and kisses Dom. “You’re dead adorable, did you know that?”
Dom gives him a doubtful look.
“That’s what I was thinking, earlier. How you look. How-“ Billy nearly swallows his words, but bravely keeps on. “How you’re growing up. How handsome you are.”
Dom starts to shake his head, but Billy shushes him with a kiss. Somehow, he’s lost the humor of the moment. Dom doesn’t so much go still as he does just melt into Billy, all of his wait sliding delicious and warm against Billy’s body.
There is very much danger in this moment, and when Billy stands up, it’s because he has to or he might say something that he’ll regret.
**
The evening takes a natural progression. Clothes come off, and they move to the bed. Things are heated, kissing and praise whispered, but what neither of them says brings a different sort of tension.
“Will you.” Dom says, and kisses Billy’s shoulder. “I want.”
“Dom,” Billy pushes him back against the mattress. “I don’t have what we need for that. But I can still show you what it’s like.”
He’s already thought this out in his head, planned for it.
”What-“ Dom swallows a gasp when Billy reaches between them and takes a firm grip on his cock.
“Stay.” Billy kisses Dom and then gets up. He finds a small packet of lube and holds it between his fingers. Back in the bedroom, he shows it to Dom. “This is all I have. It isn’t enough for us to fuck. Even if you top the first time… well, it’s been a while for me, I’d need more than this.”
Dom’s face takes on a drugged, blissful expression at the very mention of him fucking Billy. “Okay. So what-“
Billy rips open the packet with his teeth and squirts the lube onto his right hand. “I’m going to show you what it feels like. What it will feel like, if we do it.”
“When,” Dom says stubbornly.
Billy’s slippery fingers press between Dom’s legs, not entering him but rubbing around the puckered little hole. Dom goes very tense, and very still. Billy’s hand rubbing at his thigh goes a way toward calming him, but the progress is undone the second Billy’s fingertip presses into tightly clenched skin. He doesn’t stop, though; he pushes until there is give and then he’s in Dom. It’s unbearably hot and tight. Billy has to shift his hips a little against the mattress to try and relieve the pressure.
He puts in a second finger, not mindless to Dom’s discomfort but with the knowledge that it was just that; discomfort. He presses his fingers back and forth, searching, searching-
“Ahhh!” Dom lets out a surprised little noise, a hiss of air drawn in and then delayed, the louder rush of it released again. His feet plant firmly on the mattress and his hips lift up a little. “What-“
Billy grins and licks the base of Dom’s cock, thrusting his fingers in and out. “Is it good?”
“Yeah,” Dom says, face twisted in pleasure. “That’s my… the spot? The-“
“Prostate,” Billy mutters. He can feel his ears heating up. Sexy talk in bed is one thing; dictionary definitions are decidedly less smooth.
“Riiiiiiigh….. oh.” Dom twists a little, and experiments with pushing down on Billy’s hand. “God, that feels fantastic.”
With his free hand, Billy lifts Dom’s cock. It’s gone a bit softer with the lack of attention being paid directly to it, but it perks up again very shortly under his touch. He licks up the shaft and then sucks the head gently, his fingers working in and out of Dom’s arse.
“Can you imagine it,” Billy says, “With my cock and not my fingers? It’ll hurt, at first. Even going slow, and with plenty of lube, it’ll hurt.”
“But then it’ll feel like this?” Dom asks.
“Then it will.”
Dom nods. His eyes have closed, and he looks drowsy. Billy’s angles it so that he’s brushing Dom’s prostate on every stroke, and he lets Dom do some of the work, grinding down.
Billy watches him for a few seconds, and then grins a devilish grin that Dom misses completely. He ducks his head down, using his entire hand to press Dom’s cock against his belly, trapping it. Dom’s leaking already, and precome drips onto his stomach and smears there.
He licks Dom’s balls, and Dom’s entire body jerks a little. Billy doesn’t give him a second to adjust, but takes the left one into his mouth and then sucks hard. Dom’s quickly trying to move in every different direction at once. He wants down on Billy’s fingers, up against Billy’s hands, wants more of Billy’s mouth. Were he not so busy, Billy would make a comment about how greedy Dom can be.
“Ahh!” Dom shouts. That’s all the warning Billy gets. His fingers curl around Dom and stroke him through it, come making everything slick and easy. Dom wrenches away after a few seconds, over stimulated. “Oh…bloody fuck…” He pants.
Billy leaves his messy hand on Dom’s stomach and licks the tip of his cock, just to see Dom shudder through an aftershock. Dom looks entirely wrung out and on the verge of passing out. Billy’s own cock is still hard and aching. He uses the hand covered in Dom’s come to wank himself. It’s warm and slick and sticky, and his hand squeezes tightly up and down. It’s only a minute or so until he’s coming onto his belly. He finds Dom watching him when he’s finished.
“Mm,” Dom sighs and makes as if he wants to move closer to Billy. “’m so t’red.”
“I can tell.” Billy kisses Dom on the forehead and smiles. “Go to sleep.”
Dom glances down at his stomach, and then at Billy. “Messy.”
“I’ll take care of it. You sleep.” Dom is complying almost before Billy’s finished saying it.
Billy does take care of them. He rises and takes a shower himself, then towels Dom off. Dom’s only contribution is to complain that Billy’s taking too long, and should be in bed.
**
Billy plans to wake up and nip out to the pharmacy for supplies before Dom is ever awake. He tip-toes around the flat, fixing himself a cup of tea and splashing water onto his face. His stomach growls, and he speculates on how nice breakfast from the bakery around the corner from the pharmacy will be. He takes some out of his savings envelope, making a mental promise to put extra in out of his next week’s wages,
“Where are you going?” Dom says from the bedroom doorway. He can barely get the sentence out before he’s yawning. It’s half nine, and Billy never expects Dom to be awake so early.
“Down to the chemist. Go back to sleep, I’ll be back soon.” Billy stuffs the note into his pocket and smiles at Dom.
“Oh!” Dom’s face lights up. “You’re going for – that?”
Billy laughs. “Yes. That. Go to bed.”
He turns to leave but Dom comes at him so fast that he nearly trips. “I want to go, too. Give me a few minutes to get dressed.”
“Dom-“ Billy protests. “It won’t take me a few minutes. Just wait here.”
“No, I want to go.” Dom grabs his jeans and hops into them. “Please?”
”Fine, all right.” He waits while Dom gets dressed.
**
The chemist has one brand of lube in stock, and Billy declares with great distaste that he wouldn’t use that brand to lube his vehicle, much less someone’s arse. “Come on, I know another place we can go.”
He hadn’t intended on this, and especially not with Dom, but this is the only chemist on this side of town. There is, however, a small sex shop two blocks over.
The girl behind the counter has pink hair and purple lip gloss. She’s reading a newspaper, and doesn’t even spare them a glance when they walk in the door. The shop is sectioned into three rooms, and what they’re looking for is in the main one. The selection pleases Billy, who gets the condoms first and then deliberates over lube.
Dom is overcome by curiosity and starts to wander down the aisles.
“Flavoured?” Billy asks, holding up two bottles. “Or maybe warming?”
“Warming?” Dom turns the corner and walks back over to Billy. “What flavours?”
“They’ve got nearly everything,” Billy says, holding up a tube each of vanilla and coconut lime. Dom plucks the vanilla from his hands, but makes a face at the coconut lime.
“Chocolate?”
Billy shakes his head. “I’ve tried that one. Doesn’t taste anything like chocolate. The caramel isn’t bad, though.”
Dom muses over it, and then puts it back on the shelf. “What about strawberry?”
“Strawberry wouldn’t be bad.” He checks the prices. “Why don’t we get a few of them? We can try them out and see what you like best.”
“All right,” Dom says, rocking back on the balls of his feet. “Strawberry, then. And the warming stuff. That sounds… fun.”
“Are you allergic to anything?” Billy asks.
“I don’t know.” Dom’s forehead creases. He looks over the ingredients. “I don’t recognize anything that I’m allergic too… but most of these, I’ve never heard of.”
Billy takes an unscented, unflavored bottle from the shelf as well, just in case. He adds non-latex condoms to the pile, and starts to move toward the counter when he realises that he’s lost Dom.
He finds him in the next room over, staring in absolute fascination at a rack of vibrating dildos. Dom is concentrating so hard that he doesn’t hear Billy walk up behind him. Billy leans in close and whispers, ”See anything you like?”
Dom jumps. ‘Fuck! You scared me. Um, I was just.”
“Those look pretty scary.” Billy says, nodding at the twelve inch model that was in front of Dom. “Christ. Make you walk funny for a week.”
Dom snickers. “I think I’d rather have the real thing.”
“Mm,” Billy nods his agreement, though he senses some curiosity beneath the laughter. He keeps walking with Dom through the various toys in the room – from simple vibrators to large, lifelike dolls.
Dom stops again when they reach a small table of leather. There are cock rings and bondage cuffs with intimidating metal buckles. Dom picks up one of the cuffs and fingers the ring on it.
Billy’s done the bondage scene twice, though it had never been anything overly serious. Both times it had ended before the end, the rules and positions forgotten when they were both ready to come. He’s not crossed it off of his list entirely, though, and a jolt goes through him when he imagines how Dom would look all done up in leather, on his knees. He wants to lead Dom away, but Dom has picked up another, much more innocent looking cuff. This one is more for decoration than actual use, something nice looking to wear.
This is a clearance table, with the sign advertising the prices. It’s more than Billy’d intended on spending here, but he has enough on him. “Do you like it?”
Dom nods. “It’s nice.”
Billy takes it from him. “Come on.”
“What?” Dom stays there for a few seconds, and catches up with Billy as he’s putting their purchases on the counter. They’re both silent while the girl rings them up.
Once they’re outside of the shop, Billy digs through the bag and hands Dom the cuff. Dom puts it on, and can’t stop looking at it.
“Do you want breakfast?” He asks, glancing at the bakery, and then the deli beside it. They spent more time in the store than Billy had planned, and it’s almost ten now. “You’re probably hungry. We could get a pizza and take it back with us.”
“Pizza sounds good.” Dom agrees.
They walk side by side, the bag hanging off of Billy’s shoulder and bumping his side every few seconds. The third time their knuckles brush, he takes Dom’s hand.
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Date: 2008-04-10 03:51 am (UTC)I had to laugh at Billy's reaction to Dom's beard...it probably WOULD feel weird, not to mention very itchy.