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TITLE: GLUE
AUTHOR: rubyelf
PAIRING: Billy / Dom
RATING: NC17
WARNINGS: AU contains hurt/comfort, psychological trauma, self-harm (no character  death or anything like that). None of that in this particular story.
SUMMARY: Dominic pays a visit to Billy at work and runs into some harsh accusations from Billy's coworkers. Billy realizes maybe he should let Dominic know he's fully capable of taking care of himself. Smut ensues.
DISCLAIMER: Lies, all lies, and no profit to be made off them, either.

This is the most recent part of an ongoing AU, "GLASS", in which Billy is an emergency department nurse, which is probably a good thing, since a traumatized and self-destructive Dominic keeps ending up there. They seem to be on the right track at the moment, though, and even if you don't want to follow the back-story, you don't need it to enjoy the smut.

(GLASS, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)
(FRAGILE)
(BREAKING: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)
(REPAIRS)
(HOLDING TOGETHER: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

And here's the story. 

Billy laid his head down on his arms and yawned. Across the break room table, Orlando prodded the disintegrated remnants of a tomato on a very soggy-looking sandwich.

“This was a perfectly good sandwich fourteen hours ago,” he lamented.

Billy glanced up. “When did you buy it?”

“Fifteen hours ago, on my way in here. This is the first break I’ve had since.”

Billy rubbed his eyes. “Got you beat. Going on eighteen hours. I don’t know why half the city has to become even stupider than usual just when summer rolls around and all the staff take vacations.”

“I’m the junior resident,” Orlando sulked. “I don’t get a vacation.”

“Is this your first summer working in the emergency department?”

“Yeah.”

“Amazing, isn’t it?”

Orlando rolled his eyes. “You mean the guy earlier who was in anaphylactic shock after he shot at a hornet’s nest with a spray gun… knowing he’s allergic to hornets? Or the drunk who tried to use his motorcycle as a jet ski and rode it into the lake? Or the kid with the skull fracture who was trying out his homemade skateboard ramp? Or the girl with the massive sunburn from falling asleep tanning naked in her yard?”

“Missed that one.”

“Nice tits,” Orlando mused. “Pity they looked more like tomatoes. She’ll be peeling like a snake in a few days.”

“Maybe ladies shouldn’t be laying out with their private bits exposed,” Billy observed.

“Hey, now! Let’s not let one unfortunate incident ruin the fun for everybody…”

The handle on the break room door turned, and both of them jumped, sure it was a harried Liv or an irritable Dr. Mortensen coming to find out where they’d disappeared to.

The door cracked open, and Dominic looked in, grinning when he spotted Billy.

“Heard I might find you here.”

He stepped into the room, and Billy had to take a moment to let his eyes go from the dark blue jeans that fit quite nicely over the hips, to the white button-up shirt, untucked, with just a few buttons undone at the collar, to the rolled-up sleeves exposing a black leather band on each wrist, to the spiked sandy hair and the blue eyes electric with just a trace of black kohl to highlight them. Billy blinked and tried to think of a logical and non-sex-related reason Dominic would be here in the middle of the night dressed like that, knowing perfectly well that him being there in the middle of the night dressed like that was going to cause all kinds of very sex-related things to go on in Billy’s head.

“Dominic!” Orlando exclaimed, with exaggerated enthusiasm. “We’re not used to seeing you around here unless you’re in a hospital bed with an IV in your arm.”

“Orlando, is it?” Dominic asked, eyes narrowing. “Go fuck yourself with something sharp.”

“Don’t,” Billy said, not sure which one he was talking to.

“Whatever,” Orlando said, standing up. “We look out for our friends around here, and if Billy comes in here with any more bruises…”

“I fucking told you those were accidents, Orlando!” Billy snapped.

“We don’t believe you,” Orlando said, glancing over his shoulder on his way to the door. “You hurt him, Dominic, and there’s plenty of people here who will make sure it’s the last time you do.”

He closed the door behind him. Dominic stared blankly after him.

“Dom…” Billy said.

Dominic turned, blue eyes wide and stunned; he couldn’t have looked more shocked if Orlando had slapped him.

“Don’t worry about it,” Billy said quickly, standing.

“What the fuck did he mean?” Dominic demanded. “Is that what they think? That I fucking hit you? That I hurt you?”

“They don’t know, Dom,” Billy said, seeing Dominic’s face tighten as understanding set in. “They don’t know none of those things were your fault; they weren’t…”

“Is that what they all think here? All your friends? That I beat you up?”

Billy caught him by the wrists, feeling the leather cuffs twist under his hands. “Stop.”

Dominic jerked away. “No. They’re right.”

“They are not,” Billy argued.

“I punched you and you came in here with a big lump on your head.”

“Because I scared the hell out of you without thinking about it. I shouldn’t have…”

“And the bruise on your face?”

“You were fucking asleep, Dom. You were having a nightmare. You weren’t trying to hit me.”

“And how about those?” he asked, pointing at the fading bruises that ringed his arm above the wrist.

“You were upset. You didn’t know you were…”

“Would you fucking stop making excuses for me?” Dominic demanded, and he took a sharp step forward. Everything in Billy’s brain screamed at him to stand still, to keep his feet where they were, but his body unheedingly took a quick step backward.

Dominic froze, and Billy winced as his eyes widened.

“You’re afraid of me.”

Billy didn’t answer. His one step away had negated any protests he might offer. Dominic lowered his head, hands clenched into fists.

“Fuck. I didn’t… Billy…”

Billy wanted to raise a hand to run it through the sandy blond hair, but his arms refused to move. “You’ve just been… not you. Angry. At everything.”

“Not at you,” Dominic said softly. “Never at you.”

“I know. I understand…”

“Understand what?” he demanded, hands clenching tighter. “Look, your friends here see what you don’t see. You just keep seeing the person you think I’m going to be, but they see who I really am, some fucked-up self-destructive asshole who’s using you and hurting you.”

“It’s not you,” Billy said quietly.

“It is me!”

Billy’s stomach twisted and he grabbed Dominic by the wrists again, hard this time. Dominic tried to jerk them away, eyes widening in something like puzzlement when he realized Billy wasn’t going to let go. They widened even more as Billy dragged him briskly toward the little bathroom at the back corner of the break room. He yanked Dominic inside with him, slammed the door, and turned the lock before turning back around.

“What the hell…” Dominic started to ask.

That was all he managed before Billy shoved him back against the wall and kissed him hard. Dominic squirmed, startled, but Billy regained his grip on his wrists and pinned his hands to the cold tile just as his mouth latched onto the soft skin just above Dominic’s unbuttoned collar and bit hard. Dominic yelped and jerked against him, pulse pounding under Billy’s mouth.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he gasped.

“You didn’t come in here with that shirt half-unbuttoned and those cuffs on and your eyes lined like that just to say hello.”

“Maybe I did,” Dominic protested, trying again to get his wrists free and surprised that even with a concerted effort, he couldn’t break Billy’s grip.

“I’m in here twelve, fourteen, sixteen hours a day, wrestling with drunks and holding down accident victims and pushing carts and strapping down crazy meth addicts who haven’t slept for four or five days,” Billy said, his mouth close to Dominic’s. “I’m stronger than people think I am. I’m stronger than you think I am.”

Dominic ceased his struggling and slumped back against the wall, staring at Billy. “I see that.”

“So why, Dom, do you think I would sit around and let myself get beat up and hurt and taken advantage of?”

“I have no idea,” Dominic said, looking away.

“I wouldn’t,” Billy said, biting him again and yanking on his wrists to make sure he was listening.

“What?”

“I said, I wouldn’t let that happen,” Billy repeated.

“Then why…”

“Because I’d rather let you take it out on me if you need to than ever have you think for a single second that you have to be afraid of me,” Billy said.

Dominic stared at him, confused. “I’ve never been afraid of you. You’ve never… all you’ve ever done is take care of me and save me from doing stupid things to myself.”

“Well, maybe I need to start making sure I’m not letting you do stupid things to me either,” Billy said. “I didn’t want to risk scaring you, Dom, but I’m starting to think you need to know I can fight back if I have to. I think something in that fine-looking head of yours has been telling you that just because I can be the one who takes care of you when you need it means that I won’t be tough enough to handle it when you blow up. Well, I do a lot of both of those things here, and there’s not much you can dish out that I can’t take, Dom. If I ever thought for one second that you actually intended to hurt me, you’d have been gone already.”

“I still don’t understand why you want to deal with any of this,” Dominic said.

“Because I love you, idiot. Haven’t I told you that before? Don’t you believe me?”

“Sometimes,” Dominic said, glancing away.

“You’re a pain in the ass,” Billy said, and he realized he still had Dominic’s wrists pinned to the wall with his hands and Dominic’s body pinned with his own.

Dominic smiled slightly. “Yeah. I know.”

“Why are you so fucking determined to convince yourself I can’t handle you?”

Dominic cocked his head and almost chuckled. “Because I didn’t think you could.”

“Do you believe me now?” Billy asked, leaning in to press his teeth against the reddened bruise blooming just below Dominic’s collarbone, making him squirm.

“I don’t know.”

Billy heard the tone of his voice change, slid his hand down, found the growing bulge in the dark denim. He laughed and squeezed lightly.

“You want me to prove it?”

Dominic inhaled and pressed against him. “What did you have in mind?”

Billy wondered for just a moment if it wasn’t a good idea to push Dominic this way, but then he remembered that being afraid to push back when Dominic was pushing him was what had gotten them to this point in the first place. He quickly changed his grip, slipping the fingers of one hand under both of the leather cuffs.

“These are convenient,” Billy noted.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” he said, pulling both of Dominic’s hands down to his waist. “Now, you asked what I had in mind.”

“Yeah?”

“You. On your knees.”

Dominic looked at him skeptically, but began to lower himself to his knees, tugging to free his hands from Billy’s grasp and looking up with some puzzlement when he couldn’t get them back.

“You don’t need your hands,” Billy said. “You’re an adaptable lad.”

Dominic grinned. “I am that.”

He dropped to his knees on the cool tile floor. Billy pinned Dominic’s wrists against his waist with one hand and reached down with the other to fumble at the drawstring of his scrubs. Dominic grinned and set to work with his teeth, pulling the knot loose.

“See? I knew you were adaptable,” Billy said, already having to make a concerted effort to focus with Dominic’s breath against the front of his scrubs. He reached down and tugged the waistband of his scrubs and boxers down, freeing his cock and shivering as the cool air hit his heated skin. Dominic was still looking up at him, grinning, his blue eyes dizzyingly bright.

“Well? Get to work,” Billy ordered.

Dominic didn’t waste time following Billy’s instructions, and not being able to get his hands loose seemed to only encourage him. Billy leaned his head back, knowing that if he looked down, the combination of that mouth around his cock and the knowing smirk in those blue eyes would shut his brain off completely. As it was, Dominic seemed to be determined to make that happen anyway, and Billy gasped as he worked busily with lips and tongue and a hint of teeth.

“Stop,” he demanded.

Dominic drew back, laughing. “Too much?”

Billy shook his head and tugged Dominic to his feet by the wrists before spinning him around roughly and pressing him against the wall, sliding a hand down to grope his ass. He chuckled.

“Came in here just to say hi, hmm? That’s why you’ve got lube in your back pocket?”

Dominic glanced over his shoulder. “Just being prepared for any possibility.”

He started to turn around, but Billy gave him another brisk shove against the wall and pinned him there with a hand between his shoulders while he retrieved the contents of Dominic’s back pocket, then reached around and found the button and zipper on his jeans. Dominic reached down to assist, but Billy grabbed his hand and put it firmly back on the wall where he wanted it before going back to his work. With one hand on Dominic’s back, Billy could feel him breathing hard, but he knew Dominic well enough to read his tension level at a touch, and there was nothing there now but the curious shifting of waiting to see what Billy would do.

He finally got Dominic’s jeans loose and tugged them down over his ass. Dominic shivered at the hands on his bare skin, then jumped when Billy dug his nails in a bit, just for good measure. He hastily slicked himself, feeling Dominic squirming impatiently.

“You okay?” he asked.

Dominic growled. “Yes, I’m okay. Just get… oh, fuck!”

He jerked forward against the wall at the unexpected thrust, then back against Billy, whose hands on his shoulders shoved him back against the wall and pinned him there. Within a few moments Dominic was making sharp, demanding, wordless noises, and he tried to reach down again, but Billy grabbed his wrist.

“No, no. Not till I let you.”

“Fuck you, you bastard…”

“You’re not helping your cause,” Billy told him, breathless and trying to maintain some ability to think with Dominic’s body pressed against him and clenching tight around his cock. He was surprised to realize how close Dominic was already, and it occurred to him that perhaps he should have done something like this a long time ago, and then Dominic was pleading with him in fragments of words, his voice unsteady and desperate. Billy released his hand, and he immediately grasped his own cock as Billy used his freed hands to get a proper grip on Dominic’s hips and pull him back against each thrust. Finding Dominic’s shoulder directly in front of his face, with sweat starting to turn his white shirt transparent around the collar, he leaned forward and bit down hard through the fabric. Dominic shouted and Billy felt him shudder and muffled his own shout against Dominic’s shoulder.

For a minute the wall was holding both of them up, until Billy pulled back and grabbed Dominic by the shoulders and spun him around, anxious to see his face. To his relief, he found Dominic grinning at him.

“You’ve been holding out on me, asshole.”

Billy kissed him. “Maybe.”

“You didn’t want me to know you could be anything besides nice to me, did you.”

“I was afraid anything else would scare you off.”

“It might have before,” Dominic admitted, pressing his forehead to Billy’s. “I’m pretty sure you’ve managed to get it through my thick skull that you’re not going to hurt me, though.”

“Fucking took long enough.”

Dominic chuckled. “Yeah, well. I don’t recall telling you I was easy to deal with.”

“If you had told me that, I’d have laughed at you. You’re a fucking pain in my ass.”

He studied the very nice bite mark beneath Dominic’s collarbone and smiled. “Make sure Orlando sees that on your way out, yeah?”

Dominic raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

Billy grinned and pressed his teeth against Dominic’s lower lip for a moment.

“Just so he knows I can bite back.”

“You don’t think he’d figure that out from the fact that I won’t be able to walk properly?”

“Go home and take a hot shower,” Billy said, adjusting his shirt for him as Dominic buttoned his jeans. “I’ll be done in a couple of hours, and if I spend the rest of that time thinking about what just happened, I’ll be wanting to do it again by the time I get home.”

Dominic smirked. “You realize I might be asleep.”

“You never care if I’m asleep if you’re horny,” Billy protested.

“You’re always asleep!”

“Well, you’re always horny!”

Dominic laughed, and Billy unlocked the bathroom door and shoved him out into the break room.

“Get the fuck out of here before you get me fired.”

Dominic ducked out the break room, hand with middle finger extended the last thing to disappear. Billy slumped down on the couch and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. When the door opened he sat up, expecting it to be Dominic with another smart remark, but instead it was a head of curly hair and concerned dark eyes.

“Billy?”

Billy grinned. “Making sure I’m still alive, Orlando?”

Orlando looked him over and raised his eyebrows. “You all right?”

“Fucking brilliant, my friend. I’ll be even better if you can keep Liv off my ass for twenty minutes so I can catch a nap.”

“Yeah, right,” Orlando laughed. “I’ve been distracting her the whole time your visitor’s been here. Your ass better be back out there in about two minutes or she’s going to eat you alive.”

“Fuck,” Billy muttered, standing up.

Orlando studied him closely. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I haven’t been this good in quite a while, actually. I think I’m in almost a good enough mood to make it through another four hours.”

“Not when you see what just came into the waiting room.”

“Fuck,” Billy muttered, and straightened his scrubs and headed back out into the bright lights of the emergency department, feeling the trace of a smile on his face and, probably for the first time since he’d met Dominic, just a bit of confidence that they were both, after all, going to be all right.

 

Comments

[carribbe.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like it when Billy takes charge! I think he has it in him, and Dominic can't stay away from him.

Very cute story - glad to see you continuing in a series. It's very sexy to realize that Billy was allowing him to go too far instead of pulling him back too soon for fear of frightening him. Good job! I think they will be alright, too. :)

[rubyelf.livejournal.com]

Yeah... I'm not even sure how this turned into a series but I like it, so I keep writing it. It's enough of an interesting back-and-forth dynamic that I keep wanting to see where it goes. Thanks for reading! I know you've read the other ones too but I hope this is somewhat comprehensible even if people hadn't. Or, like I said, at least there's smut.

[bluegerl.livejournal.com]

A lovely story... fulfils all the necessities... Orlando being 'protective', (unnecessarily, but he's not to know is he?) and Billy at last proving that Dom needn't be afraid of him, and that he, Billy, isn't afraid to treat Dom 'properly and grown uply' finally. I think they are cementing their relationships very solidly... and it will be so good for Dom... he'll surprise Billy I expect when Ruby writes some more!

Smashing sort out... and Wear your Mark with Pride!! Go get yer own Orlando!

[msilverstar]

This is great, I love Billy asserting himself and making sure that Dom knows he's safe in every way. Very satisfying chapter!

[rubyelf.livejournal.com]

Thank you! It felt like it was about time that he showed he could push back...

I am probably overly attached to this series and where it's going and it's my pet project, which is kind of stupid since most of my fic-reading friends don't like Billy/Dom and there don't seem to be many who do... at least not many who read or who say anything. But i still end up writing more of it.

[noalinnea.livejournal.com]

Billy showing his strength in front of Dom was both great and relieving and at the same time a little bit scaring, because I was anticipating Dom's breakdown... so it was even greater to see to which extend he has learned to trust Billy and how far they have gotten in their relationship despite all the rocks they have to climb over (or a whole mountain chain). Again, I love this story, and I very much hope that you will continue it! Thanks a lot, that was among the best fic I have read this year!

[rubyelf.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for reading all of it... can't tell you how happy it made me!

This didn't end up at all how I intended to write it, and as I saw where it was going I wasn't totally sure how Dom was going to react either, but it seemed to all work out...