Fic: City Nights
Title: City Nights (sequel to City Lights)
Author: Viktoria Angelique (v_angelique)
Pairing: BB/DM/EW
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is AU, and therefore very much not of the true.
Summary: This story picks up where City Lights left off, with Billy, Dom, and Elijah back in London, Paris, and New York respectively. Here I have a little New Years treat for you - I hope you enjoy, and that whatever holiday you celebrate, you had a good one!
In the gutter on the northwest side of the Central Park West and 86th Street intersection, a lit cigarette dropped from the fingers of one Elijah Jordan Wood. A few seconds later, it was followed by a mobile phone the size of a credit card, only saved from its certain demise by the toe of a well-worn boot, flipping it up from the gutter as the young man bent over hastily and retrieved the little rectangle of plastic.
"Sorry! I'm here… nearly dropped the phone in the gutter."
"Smooth move, babycakes."
"Dominic Monaghan, you promised to think of a better nickname for me. Get cracking."
On the third end of the international conference call connection, Billy Boyd just snickered.
"It's fucking Tuesday. Doughnut day," Elijah explained as he precariously balanced the Krispy Kreme box, his coffee, and the morning papers to pull out his MTA card and board the bus.
"Oh lad. I keep telling you to get the doughnuts once you're downtown already," Billy chided softly. Dom laughed, and Elijah frowned as he took a seat near the front.
"I would've, yeah, if the two of you wankers hadn't made me late this morning with your pillow talk," Elijah countered, blushing when he caught the eye of a young woman with bright purple hair and a nose ring, who gave him a thumbs up. Elijah nodded politely and then took a gulp of the steaming beverage, turning his eyes to the passing scenery of Central Park West as Dom spoke in his ear.
"Oh listen, Billy, the wee one's picking up our vocabulary. How sweet."
Billy scoffed, and Elijah smiled as he imagined the older man's eye roll. "Pot calling the kettle black, love. Since when do you say 'wee?'" There was a moment of silence, and Elijah could picture Dom's blush.
"I miss the two of you so fucking much," he admitted in a rough whisper, and was met by twin sighs.
"I know, pet. Miss both of you like mad," Dom agreed.
"And likewise, of course. But you should go, Elijah. We all should. This bill is going to be…"
"Through the roof," the other two recited in unison, earning a chuckle from Billy.
"Well it is. And Elijah needs to get to work without destroying his doughnuts, so that he can keep his job and come see us in… how many is it now, Lighe?"
"Forty-two days, Billy, and don't even pretend you haven't been counting," Dom replied before Elijah could open his mouth. "It'll be the merriest Christmas I've had in years. But I've gotta go, too. I'm at the métro now. Love to you both."
"Love."
"Love yeh, Dommeh. Lighe."
"Kisses."
Elijah sighed as he clicked the phone shut on Dom's familiar goodbye. As the bus ground to a halt at 54th street, he tightened the knot of his charcoal grey scarf-fine Scottish cashmere-and balanced the cardboard box on his hip to face another day.
Billy hated conference calls, because they only reminded him of how difficult it was to get his two lovers and himself in the same room at the same time and also of how astronomically much it was costing the three of them to take advantage of this bit of modern technology. So normally they would make one-on-one calls, always sharing some news of the third, or send massive chains of emails, or sometimes physical letters with photographs, trinkets, and souvenirs from France or Scotland or Elijah's business travels all over North America.
A week after their three-way morning chat, intended to help Elijah cure a particularly depressing spell with a little mutually assisted wanking session, Billy found himself engaged in a more typical phone call, this time with Dominic only, as he stood in the back room of a respectable Scottish tailor's shop and tried not to whinge too much.
"Have you heard from Lighe since he made it to Seattle, then?"
"Briefly," Billy affirmed, clucking his tongue as the tailor seemed to get a bit close to certain parts of Billy's anatomy with his measuring tape. A realisation that Dom probably went through this and far more without the least bit of embarrassment only made his cheeks colour with want, and he quickly tried to think of cold showers and his dead mum.
"All right there, Billy?"
"Yes, sorry… he's fine; his flight landed all right. Busy weekend with shows and all of that."
Dom made an affirmative hum and Billy heard him sniffle slightly away from the receiver.
"Are you doing all right there, lad? We're worried about you."
"Just a cold, Billy. No need to get your knickers in a twist. I'll have you know I'm fixing myself a mug of tea presently, and as soon as we ring off I'm planning to wrap myself up in a warm blanket with The New Yorker. Very non-strenuous."
Billy raised an eyebrow. "You found The New Yorker in Paris?"
"Subscription," Dom mumbled, and Billy smiled.
"Keeping tabs on him, are you now?"
"On his city love, not the same thing."
"I know," Billy replied fondly, and Dom could hear the smile in his voice. "What sort of tea is it?"
"Twinings, one of the herbal blends."
"But which?"
"Lavender, ginseng, and vanilla. In the light purple box."
"Right then."
"Why?"
"Oh, I just thought… you know…" Billy mumbled something and Dom grinned.
"Didn't quite hear you there, Billy boy. You'll have to speak up."
"I thought I would get the same type so that we could be drinking the same thing. Thought it would be nice," he explained.
"Oh Billy, you big romantic," Dom squealed in a girlish tone. Billy snorted. "You're still at the tailor's, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Shame. I was hoping I might convince you to talk a little dirty to me. Might help me sleep, see."
Billy groaned. "Stop it, lad."
"Stop what? Teasing you? Insinuating? Making you hot? Are you hot for me, Billy?" Dom asked, dropping his voice to its best sultry tone despite the congestion.
"Dominic…"
"Christ. That tone, Billy. That's it, Jesus… love to hear you use that on me."
"Despite that fact that it's completely ineffective," Billy muttered.
"Nah. I just like teasing you, Billy boy. Getting you a hard on in the tailor's shop and letting them all know that it's for me, the bloke on the other end of the phone, and not for anyone else. Bet they're just entranced by you Bills, standing around in your boxers, waiting to be all kitted out for the wedding in linen or tweed or cashmere. Fucking beautiful, you are."
"I'm not wearing a suit, lad, I'm wearing a kilt."
Dom made a gasping, strangled little noise in his throat, and Billy smiled, pleased.
"Pictures. Promise, Billy. There have to be pictures."
"Maybe. Don't think you deserve them, now."
"Oh Billy, come on, I'm sorry love, really, you can do whatever you like to me next time, I promise, anything at all, I just want to see you…"
"Anything, you say?"
Dom sucked in a breath. "Yes."
"Excellent." Billy smiled, and deliberately clicked the "off" button. He loved making the impetuous little bugger wait. The result was delicious.
"What did you do to him?"
Billy chuckled and tossed his sandwich wrapper in a bin before taking a left onto his street. "Just giving him a little time to cool off, is all."
Billy could practically hear Elijah's eye-roll from Seattle. "Yeah, well, when cooling off is equal to calling me and begging for phone sex, I don't know how well it's working."
"Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Talk him off, of course."
"Nah. I figured you had something planned," Elijah replied, and this time Billy could hear his smile.
"Right you are, lad. Cheers."
"No prob. So what're you up to?"
"Going home for the day. Did you just get up?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Trying to get some writing done in the hotel room before shows tonight."
"Sounds dreadfully strenuous," Billy joked, rolling his eyes as he keyed into the flat.
"Oh, horribly so, of course. But I do what I must to earn the money to come visit you and play lovely havoc on Dominic's mind in person, you see."
Billy grinned full out this time, throwing his wallet and keys on the table and stretching out on the sofa. "Have I mentioned lately that I love you?"
"Not since your email. Love you, too. You know, I met a Scottish guy last night at a show I was working. Made me miss you."
Billy growled teasingly into the phone. "Better not have been trying to pull you, or he'll have another thing coming."
Elijah laughed and then spoke his next words slightly breathily into the phone. "And if he had been? What would you do then, Billy? Come out here and tie me up and remind me who I belong to?"
Billy groaned, his hand drifting down to press hard against his crotch, the heel of it digging into an almost painfully-quickly growing erection. "Don't have to," he countered. "You fucking know, lad. And you like it, don't you?"
"Yeah," Elijah agreed, almost a moan. "Fuck, Billy. Miss you. Yours, yeah?"
"Yeah. Fuck, you have to work?"
"Damnit, yeah, I do. Don't fucking want to, though. Want to jack off till I come, till I hear you come with me. Gotta go though now, Billy. Take care of that for me? Want you saying my name when you come."
"Yes, yes… fuck, lad, not going to take long. Stay?"
"I really shouldn't…"
"God, come on, fuck, almost…" Billy squeezed his eyes shut as his hand worked frantically inside his trousers, and he heard Elijah's breathing accelerate as he listened.
"All right Bills, come on, that's it, a little harder…"
"Yes, God, Elijah, oh…" Billy gasped as he came, just the image of Elijah listening on the other end enough to put him over. "Thank you," he whispered as soon as he could formulate words again, and Elijah just laughed.
"You're insatiable, Billy. And now I've got the worst fucking hard-on. But I really do have to go work now."
"Sorry, lad. Take a rain check?"
"You'd better believe it, boy-o. Have fun teasing Dom."
"Always," Billy replied with a little grin as he hung up the phone.
Two days later…
"William Boyd, you cunting, teasing, no-good, son-of-a-whore bastard…"
"Are you quite finished, lad?"
Dom stopped dead in his tracks, a frisson coursing down his spine at the tone in Billy's voice. His arse hit the sofa in two seconds flat, and his palm was pressing hard on the bulge in his trousers in five.
"Not necessarily," he replied, though his attempt at cockiness was weakened a bit by his sudden arousal.
"You're in your flat?"
"Yeah," Dom breathed, his eyes falling shut as he pressed down harder.
"Do you remember the scarf we restrained Elijah with the first time?"
"Oh yes," Dom groaned. "Billy you brilliant bloody fucker, I love you."
"Go and get it," Billy interjected, his tone still flat and commanding, not acknowledging Dom's outburst in the least. "Get your headset, too, and tell me when you're in your bedroom."
Dom uprooted half the contents of his armoire in his haste to find the famous black scarf, and as soon as he had it in hand and the headset on, took a practically diving leap to the bed. "How do you want me?" he asked huskily, gripping the fabric hard to keep his hand off his cock.
"Phone's good and secure, yeah?"
"Yeah…" Dom agreed, his voice questioning.
"Good. Tie that scarf in a knot but don't tighten it, yeah?"
"All right…" Dom made a knot quickly that he could tighten by pulling one end, and tested its strength before speaking again. "Got it."
"Now put your hands behind your back. Put the scarf around your wrists, and tighten."
Dom groaned. "You've gotta be bloody…"
"Dominic." Dom gasped. "Do it."
"Yes… yes, Billy," Dom replied, breathily, hurrying to follow instructions. "They're tied."
"Good lad. How are you? On your knees?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Good and hard already?"
"Oh God, yes."
"Perfect." Billy grinned. "Now scoot over to your pillows."
Dom frowned and followed instructions, shimmying forwards on his knees till he was up against the pile at the headboard. "Okay. What now?"
"Now you're going to rub yourself against them like the wanton little slut you are, Dominic."
Dom gasped, his whole body jerking forward, and he moaned. "Billy…"
"I don't get to touch you, lad, so neither do you. Can't you picture it, though? Me holding your hands behind your back, forcing you to get off this way like a dirty little whore, Elijah standing in the corner watching with that wide-eyed stare of his…?"
"Fuck me, Billy," Dom groaned as he rubbed himself against the pillows in earnest now, a little unsteady but enthusiastic.
"Oh I will, lad. I'll fuck you so hard your throat is too hoarse to scream. It'll be a Merry fucking Christmas, Dominic…"
"Billy…"
"Yeah, keep going, don't you dare let go till I tell you to, now…"
"No Billy, I won't, oh God, please Billy, please…"
"Who do you belong to, Dominic? Tell me. Right now, who's are you, you little slut?"
"Yours!" Dom gasped. "Yours, Billy, please, give it to me, please…"
"Now," Billy whispered, and he heard Dom's breath seize up over the phone, followed by a gush of exhalation that came out as a sigh.
"Jesus," Dom murmured, and Billy smiled.
"You beautiful little whore," he whispered. "Coming all over your pillows for me, my God lad."
"Do it Billy, c'mon, please," Dom groaned, getting his strength back. "Let me hear you, please Billy."
"Yes," Billy moaned in reply, his hand moving quickly on his cock as he cradled the phone with the other. "Yes, baby, oh God…."
Dominic smiled with satisfaction on the other end. "Goddamn, you're gorgeous," he murmured as he worked open the ties around his wrists and gingerly lifted himself away from the stained pillows. "Gorgeous, and hopefully an expert in stain removal," he muttered, earning a strained laugh from the other end.
"How're you feeling?" Billy asked in a soft tone. "That was all right?"
"Oh, yeah," Dom agreed breathily. "Amazing, Bills."
"Can't wait to see the two of you. Get Elijah to help me out with you, tie you up…"
"Christ."
"…or maybe get both of you, side by side, let you take turns sucking my cock…"
"Greedy bastard," Dom muttered, and Billy laughed.
"Yes, love, all for the two of you… can't help but be greedy with two beautiful boys as my lovers. Luckiest bastard ever, I'd wager."
Dom grinned and shook his head, stripping the pillowcase and walking to the sink with it. "Since when am I a boy, exactly?" he teased.
"You're a boy to me," Billy replied, grinning. "A gorgeous, wonderful, extremely sexy boy," he teased. "How many days?"
"Thirty three."
"Right then. I'll be sure to trim the tree extra-special."
"Billy?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you, um… not?"
"Not what?"
"Trim the tree. I mean, it's kind of um, well, it's kind of a tradition, you know, with my family, I mean I'd really like the three of us to decorate the tree together. As a family."
On the other end of the phone, Billy was grinning so hard it hurt.
"I'd want nothing more, lad."
"Love you."
"You too, love. Feeling all better now?"
"A little tired. Ring me after the wedding this weekend?"
"Promise. I'll say hi to Scotland for you."
"Do that. Don't forget to come home, yeah?"
"Aye, I won't… though if I get stuck in the Highlands maybe you and Elijah should just come join me. We could live in a house on a nice loch somewhere…"
"Right, Bills. A loch." Billy shook his head, hearing the smile in Dom's voice.
"Wouldn't be so bad. Anyway, I'll ring you."
"All right. See you, Bills."
"Bye Dommeh."
"Wood speaking."
"Happy Thanksgiving, you gorgeous Yankee Doodle you."
"Dominic Monaghan, you are seriously damaged in the head."
"But I give great head, love, so try not to judge."
Elijah just snorted. "What's up?"
"Very little at the moment. No work today. Just having a cup of tea and trying to decide when I can be arsed to make dinner."
"Sounds lovely."
"And the home front?"
"Eh. Home-ish. You know."
"Actually, I don't. Tell me everything," Dom encouraged, flopping out on the sofa and folding his free hand behind his head.
"Not much to tell. I'm at my Grandma's, but you knew that."
"That I did. Are you cooking? Baking cookies?"
Elijah laughed. "I'm not quite the baking type. I am, as we speak, lying on the couch half-watching the Macy's parade while my mom and aunts and grandma attend to the feast."
"I thought you Yanks watched American football or sommat for Thanksgiving."
"Well yeah, but that comes later. It's only ten here."
"Right-o."
"Have you spoken to Billy since last weekend?"
"Too right I have. The little shit still hasn't sent me pictures," Dom muttered.
"Of the kilt?"
"What else? I bet he looked stunning."
"You know he did," Elijah agreed with a sigh. "But let's not go there. Family and all," he pointed out in a low tone.
"Ah, right. Poor lad. So does your mother know you're flying out to London for Christmas to see two supremely pervy Brits yet?"
"Not exactly," Elijah replied carefully, not sure if his mother could hear him from the kitchen.
"Told her you're going to see a couple of your friends?"
"Yep."
"Whatever works. My own mum thinks I'm spending Christmas in France with some other models."
Elijah snorted. "Does your mother even know what kind of modelling you do?"
"Of course not," Dom replied smoothly. "I showed her some cologne adverts. She's very proud."
Elijah rolled his eyes. "Cologne. Right."
"So what are you eating for Thanksgiving? I want to live vicariously through you."
"The usual stuff-turkey, cornbread and regular dressing, cranberries, mashed potatoes and gravy, sweet potatoes…"
"Is there pumpkin pie?"
"Of course there's pumpkin pie."
"You know, I think you Americans have a capital idea for a holiday, there."
"You just like the idea of any holiday that centres around food."
"Too right. But it's just as well; need to keep my figure trim and all that."
"Right. Don't want all those hours at the gym to go to waste."
"Exactly!" Elijah could hear Dom's smile in his voice, and it made him strangely homesick.
"I miss you."
"Aw, chin up, Elwood. You'll be here before you know it." There was a pause, and then Dom continued, voice lower. "I miss you, too."
"I should probably go, but… you take care, okay? And forward those photos when Billy emails them."
"Promise. Be good."
"Right. I'll keep my nose clean."
"You do that. Love you, pet."
"You too."
Elijah clicked the phone off, stared at it a minute, and sighed. When his aunt came in with the wine bottle, he filled his glass to the brim.
From: monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk
To: ewood@rmmagazine.com
Subject: Fwd: Wedding Photos
Elijah,
Happy December!
Our dear lover has finally got off his arse and e-mailed the photos along, and I thought you'd appreciate it. Game plan for Christmas: get some shoelaces or rope, tie him to a chair, and find out what a Scotsman really wears under his kilt.
Love, Dom
From: ewood@rmmagazine.com
To: monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Re: Fwd: Wedding Photos
Goddamn, Dominic.
Better plan. Let's both quit our jobs, fly to London, kidnap Billy, and drag him to Scotland where lots of molestation involving kilts can occur.
On a less sex-related note, aw, look at his cute little knees!
See you in twenty-two days.
Love,
EW
From: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
To: ewood@rmmagazine.com
Subject: Photos?
Elijah,
Did Dominic send you the wedding pictures? He's been making threats and I'd like to avoid punishing him if he didn't commit the crime.
Love,
Billy
From: ewood@rmmagazine.com
To: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
Subject: Re: Photos?
Billy,
As a matter of fact…
Aw, don't punish him for that. You look awesome in the get-up. Or better yet, punish him and let me watch. Only thing better than you fucking me, Boyd, is watching you exert control over Dom. Makes me fucking weak in the knees, it does.
Miss you worse than a cigarette on a twelve-hour flight.
Love, Elijah
From: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
To: ewood@rmmagazine.com
Subject: Punishments
Oh, I believe that can be arranged. Though I have another idea, involving two very pretty young boys of my acquaintance, tied up next to each other, their naked bodies touching shoulder to thigh, taking turns sucking me off.
Would you indulge an old man?
Yours,
Billy
From: monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk
To: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
CC: ewood@rmmagazine.com
Subject: Re: Fwd: Punishments
Jesus Christ, Billy.
You've outdone yourself this time. God damn. Just imagining you say those dirty words out loud has given me the hard-on of the century, and no one here to take care of it but myself. Pity. But who are these pretty young things you imagine?
Yours in horniness,
Dominic
ps-Indulgence is my middle name ;-)
From: ewood@rmmagazine.com
To: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
CC: monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk.
Subject: Re: re: Fwd: Punishments
Billy,
Hope you don't mind my passing that message along. It was too fucking hot tempting not to.
Equally willing to indulge,
And always yours,
Elijah
From: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
To: ewood@rmmagazine.com, monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Nice try
For your cheekiness just now, Dominic, Elijah will be coming after the two of you finish and you, my love, will not.
In fact, better yet, I think I'll let you both go at it a while, and then I will give Elijah my hand while you watch. Then, when he has finished, you will lick every drop of his come from wherever it has landed, and then, then Dominic, I will take you. Until you're begging me so much your throat is hoarse. And then I'll come inside you, and maybe, maybe, if you're very good, I'll ask Elijah to suck your cock.
Very good, Dominic. Keep that in mind.
Yours,
Billy
From: ewood@rmmagazine.com
To: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
Subject: Whoa.
Starting to feel just slightly extraneous here.
From: monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk
To: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
Subject: Just one word for you, meine Liebe…
Please.
"Elijah, you could never be extraneous. Not to me."
"Hello, Billy."
"I'm serious, lad. You know that?"
"I do," Elijah replied with a smile in his tone. "How are you?"
"Tired. How many days is it?"
"Twenty even. I have to force myself not to start packing already."
Billy laughed and shifted the phone to his other ear as he put his teacup in the sink. "Have you bought our Christmas pressies yet, at least?"
Elijah snorted. "Not going to tell you either way."
"I didn't ask what you bought."
"Still not telling. You'll find out."
"Fine then. After you suck Dominic off that first night, I think I'll put you over my knee, just for fun."
Billy smiled at the sharp intake of breath. Like a charm.
"Jesus. Would you?"
"You want that, lad?"
"Fuck, Billy. So much."
"Have you ever been spanked, Elijah?"
Billy could imagine Elijah tugging his lip between his teeth, the little concerned look he got whenever someone suggested that he was innocent or "cute." He smiled and ignored the little tug in his chest that made him want to cuddle Elijah under a thick blanket and keep him safe from the world forever.
"No."
"It will hurt. I wouldn't hold back."
"I wouldn't want you to," Elijah admitted. "But I would want… Dom. I'd want to be able to see Dom. If I couldn't see you."
Billy smiled to himself. "You will, Elijah. I'll lay you across my lap and make Dom kneel on the other side. He'll kiss you while I spank you."
"Jesus. Might bite his tongue off."
Billy laughed and shook his head as he headed into the bedroom. "Wouldn't want that. I have uses in mind for that tongue."
"So do I," Elijah admitted, his voice throaty and husky. "Talk me off, Billy? I'm not going to be able to concentrate on cooking dinner if I'm in danger of tripping over my own dick."
Billy laughed. "Where are you, Elijah? In your flat?"
"You'd better damn well hope I am," Elijah hissed before answering. "Yeah. On the sofa."
"All right then, my lad. Here's what I want you to do. Slide your trousers about halfway down your thighs, legs out in front of you."
"Okay…" Billy waited till the rustling of fabric stopped before continuing.
"Are your legs held together?"
"Pretty well, yeah," Elijah agreed.
"Perfect. Now take your cock in one hand, but I want the rest of you as still as possible, Elijah. No squirming, and certainly no writhing."
"Certainly not," Elijah grumbled.
"Elijah…"
"I get it, I get it. It's in my hand," Elijah interrupted before Billy could voice the impending threat.
"Good. Now here's what's going to happen. I'm going to put you over my lap just like that, trousers halfway down, cock caught between my thighs, and you're not going anywhere once I have you where I want you, lad."
"Fuck, Billy."
"No," Billy replied cheerfully. "Most certainly not. I'll have you over my lap, Elijah, arse bared to my hand, Dom holding your head. He'll lick your lips, breathe over them until you're bloody desperate to kiss him, and that's when I'll start hitting you."
"Jesus… want it," Elijah muttered, and Billy smiled.
"Not yet, lad. Not moving that hand, are you?"
"No, Billy. I wouldn't."
"Good lad. Such a good lad…" Billy purred, unzipping his own trousers one handed and kicking them off before he slid under the covers, flicking out the light and wrapping his hand around his cock. "You know what good lads get, Elijah?"
"Fucked?" Elijah asked, hopeful, and Billy laughed.
"Good lads get kisses. So I'll let Dominic kiss you, Elijah. He'll kiss you because I tell him to, and then I'll start smacking you harder, twice each cheek and then again, until your arse is turning pink and you're whimpering like a fucking kitten into his mouth, lad."
"Fuck."
"You'll want to say something, but you won't be able to, because I'm not going to let Dom stop kissing you. He'll use his tongue like a gag, Elijah, and he'll lick all the protests from your mouth just because I told him to."
"Billy."
"You sound desperate, lad." And so was Billy, hand stroking furiously now, but he wouldn't tell Elijah that.
"Yes, Billy, God, please. Let me move my hand for you, Billy, please…"
Let me move my hand for you…
Billy growled deep in his throat, his back arching as he used every bit of self-restraint to keep from coming at those words. "No, lad," he bit out. "You'll keep your hand still. You'll keep your hand still and you'll fucking come for me, lad, do it…"
"Billy… Billy can't…"
"Yes you can lad… yes you can…ah!" And then Billy was too far gone, and over the edge he went, a long low moan carrying through the phone wires all the way to America where Elijah, cursing, his hand still around his cock, followed him.
"Fuck… fuck… Billy… oh God. Oh God," Elijah gasped, and Billy smiled to himself with a fierce pride.
"That's my lad. So bloody beautiful…"
"Jesus, Billy, you nearly killed me. I'm going to have to order in, now. Need the evening to recover."
Billy laughed and cradled the phone to his ear as he wiped his hand and then rolled over onto his side. "Love you, Elijah. Thank you for that."
"No, Jesus, thank you."
Billy smiled, feeling fiercely protective and wishing he had Elijah there right then to cuddle and kiss and tuck into his bed. "I miss you, lad."
"You too, Billy. Get some sleep, okay?"
"Aye, I will. See you soon."
"I can't wait. Love you."
"Love you, too."
"You broke him."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard what I said."
"Dom, I haven't the first clue what you're…"
"I rang and all he could do was natter on about bondage and you and fantasies and something about spanking… so again, I repeat. You broke my Elijah and I want to know what the hell you did. Oh, and where I can sign up."
Billy grinned broadly. "Lucky for you, Dominic, you're at the front of the queue already."
"Oh, good," Dom replied cheerfully. "How are you?"
"Well enough, I suppose. How was the shoot today?"
"Good, actually. Another one of those erotic coffee table books like the one Elijah wanks to. Got to make out with some bloke for a few hours. All in a day's work."
Billy growled deep in his throat, though he knew it was exactly what Dom wanted. "And was he attractive? This bloke you spent the day in liplock with?"
"Well of course, Bills. It's a photography book. They don't have you snog ugly guys."
"Of course. Just wanted to check."
"Why?"
"So I can see how much work it's going to take to rearrange his face."
There was a pause, and Billy could practically see Dom's grin on the other end. "Billy, Billy… don't you want me to keep the young Elijah in quality material to which to wank? We wouldn't want to deprive the poor child."
"Oh, he's not going to be the one deprived if you keep it up, Dominic. You want pretty pictures, I'll tie you to my fucking kitchen table and make you watch me fuck Elijah. And then I'll pull out and come all over your hard cock, but I won't untie you. I'll take pictures, lad, pictures of you hard and writhing and desperate, your skin flushed, your cheeks pink, your eyes closed as you try to block out the image of Elijah arching underneath me and how fucking hot he is as he comes, Dominic. You remember what that looks like, don't you? You remember."
"Fuck," Dom groaned as Billy took a deep breath and pressed his palm hard over his own cock through his trousers. "God Billy, you fucking kill me. Every time, love."
"Want to do it to you in person, Dominic. Want to watch you come undone. So fucking hard, not being able to touch you-tempted to get on a bloody train to Paris right now."
"Not without Elijah," Dom sighed as if he were trying to convince himself. "C'mon, Billy, eighteen days."
"I suppose I should be cleaning up the flat soon then."
Dom laughed on the other end. "You should see my place. I won't mind."
"Want it to be nice for the two of you, though. More clean surfaces to bend you over."
"You're a greedy bastard, Boyd."
"You never faulted me for it before."
"No. God, Billy… you know I dreamed of kissing you last night? Just… kissing you. It was nice. Different, but in a good way."
"Tamer than your usual dreams?" Billy asked, the smile in his tone.
Dom laughed. "Much. But I liked it. Sometimes I dream of Elijah. Sometimes both of you. I just don't… never fallen this bloody hard, you know? Never had trouble getting a date, but it's never been this intense."
"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of," Billy sighed. "I don't like worrying, Dom," he admitted, his voice wavering slightly. "Don't like thinking about how young and beautiful you both are, how you go out all the time and how the boys are probably checking you out everywhere you go."
"You needn't worry," Dom replied with a little laugh. "We're too fucking addicted to you, Billy. You've got us hooked. Nothing I want more than to be in front of you, Elijah at my side. Nothing. Doesn't matter how many boys approach me, the answer's always going to be the same."
"And that is…?"
"Désolée, mais j'ai un ami à Londres avec qui tu ne pourrais jamais concurrer, même dans tes rêves les plus fantastiques."
Billy smiled. He always loved hearing Dom speak French, just an edge of the Mancunian in his not-quite-perfect accent. "What does that mean, lad?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
Billy shook his head and laughed. "Going to fuck you, Dommeh. So soon…"
"It's snowing!"
"You rang us to tell us that it's snowing…?" Elijah could hear Billy's disbelieving look in his voice, but he just giggled and ignored it.
"It's beautiful, guys, God, I wish you were here to see it! An early Christmas present…"
"I thought it didn't snow much in New York, because of the subways and such…"
"It doesn't stick, but it still snows," Elijah argued.
"Cut the lad a break, Bills," Dom cut in. "Take any pictures for us, 'Lighe?"
"A few, from the window of my office. Got to finish this stupid fucking review…"
"And then you can go play in the snow?" Billy asked, amusement clear in his voice.
"Fuck you, Boyd. I shall toss a snowball in your general direction for that."
Dom laughed. "You deserved that, Billy."
"Ganging up on me, are you?"
"Always," Elijah agreed.
"Hey, I've got to ring off-dinner date. See you two soon, yeah?"
"Dinner date?" Billy repeated, suspiciously.
Dom laughed again. "Don't get your knickers in a twist. Business dinner."
"Just make sure it's only dinner, lad."
"Yeah, Billy will rip your eyes out otherwise."
"Not his eyes I'll be ripping out."
"All right, Dad. I'll be home long before midnight. Don't work too hard, 'Lighe. Love you both. Kisses."
"Bye Dommeh."
"See ya."
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The bell over the door tinkled merrily as Billy stepped inside the shop, his scarf tied tightly around his neck over an extremely thick wool jumper, speckled with droplets of water from the light mist in which London was blanketed that Sunday afternoon. Carols played softly over the speakers, and the shelves were stocked to overflowing with decorations, ornaments, and stocking stuffers. Billy felt a bit bewildered, until the grinning saleslady approached him, thrusting a wooden basket into his arms.
"Welcome! I'm Clare. You look a bit lost. First time decorating? I was a bit lost myself, couple of years ago, when I had my first flat, but it's so much fun, you know, starting from scratch…"
"Erm, yes… I'm Billy," Billy offered, staring at the girl in a bit of bewilderment as she let out a spew of words without taking a breath, her hands flying as she spoke. Her hair was a mass of brilliant red, and she wore a rainbow-coloured scarf despite the fact that she was indoors, a piece of tinsel hanging from one side of her glasses, possibly not to her knowledge.
"Hi, Billy. What can I help you with, then?" Clare asked. "Tree ornaments? Indoor decorations? Outdoor?"
"Indoor," Billy answered, glad that there was at least one thing he knew for sure. "I have a flat, erm, it's not large… I just have someone special coming to visit for the holidays, and I wanted to impress him… them…" He bit his lip, realising his slip, but the girl just grinned brightly, seeming entirely unfazed.
"Right, then! What's this bloke like? Traditional? A bit more modern?"
Billy smiled, trying to combine Elijah and Dominic in his head to make up the theoretical single visiting boyfriend. "Definitely not traditional…"
The girl's eyes lit up, and she grabbed him by the elbow, steering him through the crowded aisles of the little shop. "Brilliant! I've been so sick of these old sods coming in for silver and gold and white lights. Dreadfully boring, don't you think? Have you got a tree yet?"
"Erm, not yet, no. My… boyfriend, well he wanted me to wait to trim the tree till he arrived. So I might be back for ornaments with him," he explained, and then mentally wondered how he was to explain when he came back to the shop with Dom and Elijah in tow. Oh, well. Could always say one was a brother. A very… English brother. Half-brother, then.
"Aww, that's so sweet! Well you be sure to come back, and maybe I'll give you a little reduction on the price, though don't tell my manager," she offered with a wide grin. "Now here, take a look at these stockings, aren't they fantastic?"
What the stockings in question were was, well, extremely bright. Red, green, gold, and silver with a fantastic amount of glitter, not to mention the fuzzy white trim. "Erm… they're nice, but maybe something a little more… subtle?"
She grinned and rolled her eyes. "That's what they all say… but here, what about these?"
Billy cocked his head to the side, considering. The next option was a bit tamer, velvet stockings in all colours. "Hmm, that's a possibility…"
"You can embroider them with names, too, if you like. It's not hard, and we sell the embroidery floss."
"Och, I don't know… I'm not much for sewing…"
"Well, the alternative is an iron-on patch. We can do those in-house for five quid each, though I don't know about the fabric…"
"I'll take a blue and a green," Billy broke in hastily. "What about something to hang up? Just a little festive…"
"Oh, well I've got just the thing. You've seen icicle lights?"
"I don't think so…"
"They'd be perfect if you're going for modern, but subtle. See?" Clare grabbed a box from a shelf over her head and opened it, pulling out some glass lights designed to look like icicles on a string of electrical cord. "You can thread them around your flat, and they're quite romantic if you turn the rest of the lights off. Mood lighting."
Billy tilted his head to the side, studying the box. "Do you have them in white? Maybe a string of white and a string of red?"
"Sure!" she agreed, and then looked up at the box of red lights, on the next shelf up. "Although…"
"Ooh. I see your point," Billy replied, as they stood side by side looking up at the box over both their heads. "What if I give you a leg up?"
Clare gave him a doubtful look. "Really?"
"Sure. I'm stronger than I look. I own a bookshop; I lift boxes all day."
Clare laughed and then shrugged as he crouched down a little and laced his hands together into a foothold. "All right. If you say so."
Sure enough, the plan worked, and Billy was able to boost Clare high enough to tug down the box of red lights, though both had a hard time containing their laughter when she was safely to the ground.
"Well, that should be enough for now," Billy decided. "We'll come back once I have a tree…"
"Wait!" Clare insisted as he turned towards the till. "You've forgotten something."
Billy gave her a look of confusion. "I have?"
"Yes." She grinned and grabbed a sprig of mistletoe from a display, setting it on top of his other purchases in the basket. "On the house."
Billy shook his head, unable to contain his laughter. "Cheers, love."
"Hey, anytime. It's my job to spread a little Christmas cheer." She winked and then flitted off to the back room, leaving Billy to the girl at the till to ring up his purchases.
"D'accord. Et maitenant un peu à gauche… oui, oui… c'est ça…" Dom grinned cheekily at the camera, and then gave it his best come hither look. His wrists were cuffed in leather, his t-shirt was about as tight as humanly possible with the name of an obscure Seattle band emblazoned across the front, his eyes were lined in kohl and his cock was nestled snugly in the vee of his open fly. Elijah was going to love it.
Continued here.
Author: Viktoria Angelique (v_angelique)
Pairing: BB/DM/EW
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is AU, and therefore very much not of the true.
Summary: This story picks up where City Lights left off, with Billy, Dom, and Elijah back in London, Paris, and New York respectively. Here I have a little New Years treat for you - I hope you enjoy, and that whatever holiday you celebrate, you had a good one!
In the gutter on the northwest side of the Central Park West and 86th Street intersection, a lit cigarette dropped from the fingers of one Elijah Jordan Wood. A few seconds later, it was followed by a mobile phone the size of a credit card, only saved from its certain demise by the toe of a well-worn boot, flipping it up from the gutter as the young man bent over hastily and retrieved the little rectangle of plastic.
"Sorry! I'm here… nearly dropped the phone in the gutter."
"Smooth move, babycakes."
"Dominic Monaghan, you promised to think of a better nickname for me. Get cracking."
On the third end of the international conference call connection, Billy Boyd just snickered.
"It's fucking Tuesday. Doughnut day," Elijah explained as he precariously balanced the Krispy Kreme box, his coffee, and the morning papers to pull out his MTA card and board the bus.
"Oh lad. I keep telling you to get the doughnuts once you're downtown already," Billy chided softly. Dom laughed, and Elijah frowned as he took a seat near the front.
"I would've, yeah, if the two of you wankers hadn't made me late this morning with your pillow talk," Elijah countered, blushing when he caught the eye of a young woman with bright purple hair and a nose ring, who gave him a thumbs up. Elijah nodded politely and then took a gulp of the steaming beverage, turning his eyes to the passing scenery of Central Park West as Dom spoke in his ear.
"Oh listen, Billy, the wee one's picking up our vocabulary. How sweet."
Billy scoffed, and Elijah smiled as he imagined the older man's eye roll. "Pot calling the kettle black, love. Since when do you say 'wee?'" There was a moment of silence, and Elijah could picture Dom's blush.
"I miss the two of you so fucking much," he admitted in a rough whisper, and was met by twin sighs.
"I know, pet. Miss both of you like mad," Dom agreed.
"And likewise, of course. But you should go, Elijah. We all should. This bill is going to be…"
"Through the roof," the other two recited in unison, earning a chuckle from Billy.
"Well it is. And Elijah needs to get to work without destroying his doughnuts, so that he can keep his job and come see us in… how many is it now, Lighe?"
"Forty-two days, Billy, and don't even pretend you haven't been counting," Dom replied before Elijah could open his mouth. "It'll be the merriest Christmas I've had in years. But I've gotta go, too. I'm at the métro now. Love to you both."
"Love."
"Love yeh, Dommeh. Lighe."
"Kisses."
Elijah sighed as he clicked the phone shut on Dom's familiar goodbye. As the bus ground to a halt at 54th street, he tightened the knot of his charcoal grey scarf-fine Scottish cashmere-and balanced the cardboard box on his hip to face another day.
Billy hated conference calls, because they only reminded him of how difficult it was to get his two lovers and himself in the same room at the same time and also of how astronomically much it was costing the three of them to take advantage of this bit of modern technology. So normally they would make one-on-one calls, always sharing some news of the third, or send massive chains of emails, or sometimes physical letters with photographs, trinkets, and souvenirs from France or Scotland or Elijah's business travels all over North America.
A week after their three-way morning chat, intended to help Elijah cure a particularly depressing spell with a little mutually assisted wanking session, Billy found himself engaged in a more typical phone call, this time with Dominic only, as he stood in the back room of a respectable Scottish tailor's shop and tried not to whinge too much.
"Have you heard from Lighe since he made it to Seattle, then?"
"Briefly," Billy affirmed, clucking his tongue as the tailor seemed to get a bit close to certain parts of Billy's anatomy with his measuring tape. A realisation that Dom probably went through this and far more without the least bit of embarrassment only made his cheeks colour with want, and he quickly tried to think of cold showers and his dead mum.
"All right there, Billy?"
"Yes, sorry… he's fine; his flight landed all right. Busy weekend with shows and all of that."
Dom made an affirmative hum and Billy heard him sniffle slightly away from the receiver.
"Are you doing all right there, lad? We're worried about you."
"Just a cold, Billy. No need to get your knickers in a twist. I'll have you know I'm fixing myself a mug of tea presently, and as soon as we ring off I'm planning to wrap myself up in a warm blanket with The New Yorker. Very non-strenuous."
Billy raised an eyebrow. "You found The New Yorker in Paris?"
"Subscription," Dom mumbled, and Billy smiled.
"Keeping tabs on him, are you now?"
"On his city love, not the same thing."
"I know," Billy replied fondly, and Dom could hear the smile in his voice. "What sort of tea is it?"
"Twinings, one of the herbal blends."
"But which?"
"Lavender, ginseng, and vanilla. In the light purple box."
"Right then."
"Why?"
"Oh, I just thought… you know…" Billy mumbled something and Dom grinned.
"Didn't quite hear you there, Billy boy. You'll have to speak up."
"I thought I would get the same type so that we could be drinking the same thing. Thought it would be nice," he explained.
"Oh Billy, you big romantic," Dom squealed in a girlish tone. Billy snorted. "You're still at the tailor's, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Shame. I was hoping I might convince you to talk a little dirty to me. Might help me sleep, see."
Billy groaned. "Stop it, lad."
"Stop what? Teasing you? Insinuating? Making you hot? Are you hot for me, Billy?" Dom asked, dropping his voice to its best sultry tone despite the congestion.
"Dominic…"
"Christ. That tone, Billy. That's it, Jesus… love to hear you use that on me."
"Despite that fact that it's completely ineffective," Billy muttered.
"Nah. I just like teasing you, Billy boy. Getting you a hard on in the tailor's shop and letting them all know that it's for me, the bloke on the other end of the phone, and not for anyone else. Bet they're just entranced by you Bills, standing around in your boxers, waiting to be all kitted out for the wedding in linen or tweed or cashmere. Fucking beautiful, you are."
"I'm not wearing a suit, lad, I'm wearing a kilt."
Dom made a gasping, strangled little noise in his throat, and Billy smiled, pleased.
"Pictures. Promise, Billy. There have to be pictures."
"Maybe. Don't think you deserve them, now."
"Oh Billy, come on, I'm sorry love, really, you can do whatever you like to me next time, I promise, anything at all, I just want to see you…"
"Anything, you say?"
Dom sucked in a breath. "Yes."
"Excellent." Billy smiled, and deliberately clicked the "off" button. He loved making the impetuous little bugger wait. The result was delicious.
"What did you do to him?"
Billy chuckled and tossed his sandwich wrapper in a bin before taking a left onto his street. "Just giving him a little time to cool off, is all."
Billy could practically hear Elijah's eye-roll from Seattle. "Yeah, well, when cooling off is equal to calling me and begging for phone sex, I don't know how well it's working."
"Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Talk him off, of course."
"Nah. I figured you had something planned," Elijah replied, and this time Billy could hear his smile.
"Right you are, lad. Cheers."
"No prob. So what're you up to?"
"Going home for the day. Did you just get up?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Trying to get some writing done in the hotel room before shows tonight."
"Sounds dreadfully strenuous," Billy joked, rolling his eyes as he keyed into the flat.
"Oh, horribly so, of course. But I do what I must to earn the money to come visit you and play lovely havoc on Dominic's mind in person, you see."
Billy grinned full out this time, throwing his wallet and keys on the table and stretching out on the sofa. "Have I mentioned lately that I love you?"
"Not since your email. Love you, too. You know, I met a Scottish guy last night at a show I was working. Made me miss you."
Billy growled teasingly into the phone. "Better not have been trying to pull you, or he'll have another thing coming."
Elijah laughed and then spoke his next words slightly breathily into the phone. "And if he had been? What would you do then, Billy? Come out here and tie me up and remind me who I belong to?"
Billy groaned, his hand drifting down to press hard against his crotch, the heel of it digging into an almost painfully-quickly growing erection. "Don't have to," he countered. "You fucking know, lad. And you like it, don't you?"
"Yeah," Elijah agreed, almost a moan. "Fuck, Billy. Miss you. Yours, yeah?"
"Yeah. Fuck, you have to work?"
"Damnit, yeah, I do. Don't fucking want to, though. Want to jack off till I come, till I hear you come with me. Gotta go though now, Billy. Take care of that for me? Want you saying my name when you come."
"Yes, yes… fuck, lad, not going to take long. Stay?"
"I really shouldn't…"
"God, come on, fuck, almost…" Billy squeezed his eyes shut as his hand worked frantically inside his trousers, and he heard Elijah's breathing accelerate as he listened.
"All right Bills, come on, that's it, a little harder…"
"Yes, God, Elijah, oh…" Billy gasped as he came, just the image of Elijah listening on the other end enough to put him over. "Thank you," he whispered as soon as he could formulate words again, and Elijah just laughed.
"You're insatiable, Billy. And now I've got the worst fucking hard-on. But I really do have to go work now."
"Sorry, lad. Take a rain check?"
"You'd better believe it, boy-o. Have fun teasing Dom."
"Always," Billy replied with a little grin as he hung up the phone.
Two days later…
"William Boyd, you cunting, teasing, no-good, son-of-a-whore bastard…"
"Are you quite finished, lad?"
Dom stopped dead in his tracks, a frisson coursing down his spine at the tone in Billy's voice. His arse hit the sofa in two seconds flat, and his palm was pressing hard on the bulge in his trousers in five.
"Not necessarily," he replied, though his attempt at cockiness was weakened a bit by his sudden arousal.
"You're in your flat?"
"Yeah," Dom breathed, his eyes falling shut as he pressed down harder.
"Do you remember the scarf we restrained Elijah with the first time?"
"Oh yes," Dom groaned. "Billy you brilliant bloody fucker, I love you."
"Go and get it," Billy interjected, his tone still flat and commanding, not acknowledging Dom's outburst in the least. "Get your headset, too, and tell me when you're in your bedroom."
Dom uprooted half the contents of his armoire in his haste to find the famous black scarf, and as soon as he had it in hand and the headset on, took a practically diving leap to the bed. "How do you want me?" he asked huskily, gripping the fabric hard to keep his hand off his cock.
"Phone's good and secure, yeah?"
"Yeah…" Dom agreed, his voice questioning.
"Good. Tie that scarf in a knot but don't tighten it, yeah?"
"All right…" Dom made a knot quickly that he could tighten by pulling one end, and tested its strength before speaking again. "Got it."
"Now put your hands behind your back. Put the scarf around your wrists, and tighten."
Dom groaned. "You've gotta be bloody…"
"Dominic." Dom gasped. "Do it."
"Yes… yes, Billy," Dom replied, breathily, hurrying to follow instructions. "They're tied."
"Good lad. How are you? On your knees?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Good and hard already?"
"Oh God, yes."
"Perfect." Billy grinned. "Now scoot over to your pillows."
Dom frowned and followed instructions, shimmying forwards on his knees till he was up against the pile at the headboard. "Okay. What now?"
"Now you're going to rub yourself against them like the wanton little slut you are, Dominic."
Dom gasped, his whole body jerking forward, and he moaned. "Billy…"
"I don't get to touch you, lad, so neither do you. Can't you picture it, though? Me holding your hands behind your back, forcing you to get off this way like a dirty little whore, Elijah standing in the corner watching with that wide-eyed stare of his…?"
"Fuck me, Billy," Dom groaned as he rubbed himself against the pillows in earnest now, a little unsteady but enthusiastic.
"Oh I will, lad. I'll fuck you so hard your throat is too hoarse to scream. It'll be a Merry fucking Christmas, Dominic…"
"Billy…"
"Yeah, keep going, don't you dare let go till I tell you to, now…"
"No Billy, I won't, oh God, please Billy, please…"
"Who do you belong to, Dominic? Tell me. Right now, who's are you, you little slut?"
"Yours!" Dom gasped. "Yours, Billy, please, give it to me, please…"
"Now," Billy whispered, and he heard Dom's breath seize up over the phone, followed by a gush of exhalation that came out as a sigh.
"Jesus," Dom murmured, and Billy smiled.
"You beautiful little whore," he whispered. "Coming all over your pillows for me, my God lad."
"Do it Billy, c'mon, please," Dom groaned, getting his strength back. "Let me hear you, please Billy."
"Yes," Billy moaned in reply, his hand moving quickly on his cock as he cradled the phone with the other. "Yes, baby, oh God…."
Dominic smiled with satisfaction on the other end. "Goddamn, you're gorgeous," he murmured as he worked open the ties around his wrists and gingerly lifted himself away from the stained pillows. "Gorgeous, and hopefully an expert in stain removal," he muttered, earning a strained laugh from the other end.
"How're you feeling?" Billy asked in a soft tone. "That was all right?"
"Oh, yeah," Dom agreed breathily. "Amazing, Bills."
"Can't wait to see the two of you. Get Elijah to help me out with you, tie you up…"
"Christ."
"…or maybe get both of you, side by side, let you take turns sucking my cock…"
"Greedy bastard," Dom muttered, and Billy laughed.
"Yes, love, all for the two of you… can't help but be greedy with two beautiful boys as my lovers. Luckiest bastard ever, I'd wager."
Dom grinned and shook his head, stripping the pillowcase and walking to the sink with it. "Since when am I a boy, exactly?" he teased.
"You're a boy to me," Billy replied, grinning. "A gorgeous, wonderful, extremely sexy boy," he teased. "How many days?"
"Thirty three."
"Right then. I'll be sure to trim the tree extra-special."
"Billy?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you, um… not?"
"Not what?"
"Trim the tree. I mean, it's kind of um, well, it's kind of a tradition, you know, with my family, I mean I'd really like the three of us to decorate the tree together. As a family."
On the other end of the phone, Billy was grinning so hard it hurt.
"I'd want nothing more, lad."
"Love you."
"You too, love. Feeling all better now?"
"A little tired. Ring me after the wedding this weekend?"
"Promise. I'll say hi to Scotland for you."
"Do that. Don't forget to come home, yeah?"
"Aye, I won't… though if I get stuck in the Highlands maybe you and Elijah should just come join me. We could live in a house on a nice loch somewhere…"
"Right, Bills. A loch." Billy shook his head, hearing the smile in Dom's voice.
"Wouldn't be so bad. Anyway, I'll ring you."
"All right. See you, Bills."
"Bye Dommeh."
"Wood speaking."
"Happy Thanksgiving, you gorgeous Yankee Doodle you."
"Dominic Monaghan, you are seriously damaged in the head."
"But I give great head, love, so try not to judge."
Elijah just snorted. "What's up?"
"Very little at the moment. No work today. Just having a cup of tea and trying to decide when I can be arsed to make dinner."
"Sounds lovely."
"And the home front?"
"Eh. Home-ish. You know."
"Actually, I don't. Tell me everything," Dom encouraged, flopping out on the sofa and folding his free hand behind his head.
"Not much to tell. I'm at my Grandma's, but you knew that."
"That I did. Are you cooking? Baking cookies?"
Elijah laughed. "I'm not quite the baking type. I am, as we speak, lying on the couch half-watching the Macy's parade while my mom and aunts and grandma attend to the feast."
"I thought you Yanks watched American football or sommat for Thanksgiving."
"Well yeah, but that comes later. It's only ten here."
"Right-o."
"Have you spoken to Billy since last weekend?"
"Too right I have. The little shit still hasn't sent me pictures," Dom muttered.
"Of the kilt?"
"What else? I bet he looked stunning."
"You know he did," Elijah agreed with a sigh. "But let's not go there. Family and all," he pointed out in a low tone.
"Ah, right. Poor lad. So does your mother know you're flying out to London for Christmas to see two supremely pervy Brits yet?"
"Not exactly," Elijah replied carefully, not sure if his mother could hear him from the kitchen.
"Told her you're going to see a couple of your friends?"
"Yep."
"Whatever works. My own mum thinks I'm spending Christmas in France with some other models."
Elijah snorted. "Does your mother even know what kind of modelling you do?"
"Of course not," Dom replied smoothly. "I showed her some cologne adverts. She's very proud."
Elijah rolled his eyes. "Cologne. Right."
"So what are you eating for Thanksgiving? I want to live vicariously through you."
"The usual stuff-turkey, cornbread and regular dressing, cranberries, mashed potatoes and gravy, sweet potatoes…"
"Is there pumpkin pie?"
"Of course there's pumpkin pie."
"You know, I think you Americans have a capital idea for a holiday, there."
"You just like the idea of any holiday that centres around food."
"Too right. But it's just as well; need to keep my figure trim and all that."
"Right. Don't want all those hours at the gym to go to waste."
"Exactly!" Elijah could hear Dom's smile in his voice, and it made him strangely homesick.
"I miss you."
"Aw, chin up, Elwood. You'll be here before you know it." There was a pause, and then Dom continued, voice lower. "I miss you, too."
"I should probably go, but… you take care, okay? And forward those photos when Billy emails them."
"Promise. Be good."
"Right. I'll keep my nose clean."
"You do that. Love you, pet."
"You too."
Elijah clicked the phone off, stared at it a minute, and sighed. When his aunt came in with the wine bottle, he filled his glass to the brim.
From: monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk
To: ewood@rmmagazine.com
Subject: Fwd: Wedding Photos
Elijah,
Happy December!
Our dear lover has finally got off his arse and e-mailed the photos along, and I thought you'd appreciate it. Game plan for Christmas: get some shoelaces or rope, tie him to a chair, and find out what a Scotsman really wears under his kilt.
Love, Dom
From: ewood@rmmagazine.com
To: monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Re: Fwd: Wedding Photos
Goddamn, Dominic.
Better plan. Let's both quit our jobs, fly to London, kidnap Billy, and drag him to Scotland where lots of molestation involving kilts can occur.
On a less sex-related note, aw, look at his cute little knees!
See you in twenty-two days.
Love,
EW
From: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
To: ewood@rmmagazine.com
Subject: Photos?
Elijah,
Did Dominic send you the wedding pictures? He's been making threats and I'd like to avoid punishing him if he didn't commit the crime.
Love,
Billy
From: ewood@rmmagazine.com
To: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
Subject: Re: Photos?
Billy,
As a matter of fact…
Aw, don't punish him for that. You look awesome in the get-up. Or better yet, punish him and let me watch. Only thing better than you fucking me, Boyd, is watching you exert control over Dom. Makes me fucking weak in the knees, it does.
Miss you worse than a cigarette on a twelve-hour flight.
Love, Elijah
From: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
To: ewood@rmmagazine.com
Subject: Punishments
Oh, I believe that can be arranged. Though I have another idea, involving two very pretty young boys of my acquaintance, tied up next to each other, their naked bodies touching shoulder to thigh, taking turns sucking me off.
Would you indulge an old man?
Yours,
Billy
From: monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk
To: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
CC: ewood@rmmagazine.com
Subject: Re: Fwd: Punishments
Jesus Christ, Billy.
You've outdone yourself this time. God damn. Just imagining you say those dirty words out loud has given me the hard-on of the century, and no one here to take care of it but myself. Pity. But who are these pretty young things you imagine?
Yours in horniness,
Dominic
ps-Indulgence is my middle name ;-)
From: ewood@rmmagazine.com
To: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
CC: monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk.
Subject: Re: re: Fwd: Punishments
Billy,
Hope you don't mind my passing that message along. It was too fucking hot tempting not to.
Equally willing to indulge,
And always yours,
Elijah
From: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
To: ewood@rmmagazine.com, monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Nice try
For your cheekiness just now, Dominic, Elijah will be coming after the two of you finish and you, my love, will not.
In fact, better yet, I think I'll let you both go at it a while, and then I will give Elijah my hand while you watch. Then, when he has finished, you will lick every drop of his come from wherever it has landed, and then, then Dominic, I will take you. Until you're begging me so much your throat is hoarse. And then I'll come inside you, and maybe, maybe, if you're very good, I'll ask Elijah to suck your cock.
Very good, Dominic. Keep that in mind.
Yours,
Billy
From: ewood@rmmagazine.com
To: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
Subject: Whoa.
Starting to feel just slightly extraneous here.
From: monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk
To: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk
Subject: Just one word for you, meine Liebe…
Please.
"Elijah, you could never be extraneous. Not to me."
"Hello, Billy."
"I'm serious, lad. You know that?"
"I do," Elijah replied with a smile in his tone. "How are you?"
"Tired. How many days is it?"
"Twenty even. I have to force myself not to start packing already."
Billy laughed and shifted the phone to his other ear as he put his teacup in the sink. "Have you bought our Christmas pressies yet, at least?"
Elijah snorted. "Not going to tell you either way."
"I didn't ask what you bought."
"Still not telling. You'll find out."
"Fine then. After you suck Dominic off that first night, I think I'll put you over my knee, just for fun."
Billy smiled at the sharp intake of breath. Like a charm.
"Jesus. Would you?"
"You want that, lad?"
"Fuck, Billy. So much."
"Have you ever been spanked, Elijah?"
Billy could imagine Elijah tugging his lip between his teeth, the little concerned look he got whenever someone suggested that he was innocent or "cute." He smiled and ignored the little tug in his chest that made him want to cuddle Elijah under a thick blanket and keep him safe from the world forever.
"No."
"It will hurt. I wouldn't hold back."
"I wouldn't want you to," Elijah admitted. "But I would want… Dom. I'd want to be able to see Dom. If I couldn't see you."
Billy smiled to himself. "You will, Elijah. I'll lay you across my lap and make Dom kneel on the other side. He'll kiss you while I spank you."
"Jesus. Might bite his tongue off."
Billy laughed and shook his head as he headed into the bedroom. "Wouldn't want that. I have uses in mind for that tongue."
"So do I," Elijah admitted, his voice throaty and husky. "Talk me off, Billy? I'm not going to be able to concentrate on cooking dinner if I'm in danger of tripping over my own dick."
Billy laughed. "Where are you, Elijah? In your flat?"
"You'd better damn well hope I am," Elijah hissed before answering. "Yeah. On the sofa."
"All right then, my lad. Here's what I want you to do. Slide your trousers about halfway down your thighs, legs out in front of you."
"Okay…" Billy waited till the rustling of fabric stopped before continuing.
"Are your legs held together?"
"Pretty well, yeah," Elijah agreed.
"Perfect. Now take your cock in one hand, but I want the rest of you as still as possible, Elijah. No squirming, and certainly no writhing."
"Certainly not," Elijah grumbled.
"Elijah…"
"I get it, I get it. It's in my hand," Elijah interrupted before Billy could voice the impending threat.
"Good. Now here's what's going to happen. I'm going to put you over my lap just like that, trousers halfway down, cock caught between my thighs, and you're not going anywhere once I have you where I want you, lad."
"Fuck, Billy."
"No," Billy replied cheerfully. "Most certainly not. I'll have you over my lap, Elijah, arse bared to my hand, Dom holding your head. He'll lick your lips, breathe over them until you're bloody desperate to kiss him, and that's when I'll start hitting you."
"Jesus… want it," Elijah muttered, and Billy smiled.
"Not yet, lad. Not moving that hand, are you?"
"No, Billy. I wouldn't."
"Good lad. Such a good lad…" Billy purred, unzipping his own trousers one handed and kicking them off before he slid under the covers, flicking out the light and wrapping his hand around his cock. "You know what good lads get, Elijah?"
"Fucked?" Elijah asked, hopeful, and Billy laughed.
"Good lads get kisses. So I'll let Dominic kiss you, Elijah. He'll kiss you because I tell him to, and then I'll start smacking you harder, twice each cheek and then again, until your arse is turning pink and you're whimpering like a fucking kitten into his mouth, lad."
"Fuck."
"You'll want to say something, but you won't be able to, because I'm not going to let Dom stop kissing you. He'll use his tongue like a gag, Elijah, and he'll lick all the protests from your mouth just because I told him to."
"Billy."
"You sound desperate, lad." And so was Billy, hand stroking furiously now, but he wouldn't tell Elijah that.
"Yes, Billy, God, please. Let me move my hand for you, Billy, please…"
Let me move my hand for you…
Billy growled deep in his throat, his back arching as he used every bit of self-restraint to keep from coming at those words. "No, lad," he bit out. "You'll keep your hand still. You'll keep your hand still and you'll fucking come for me, lad, do it…"
"Billy… Billy can't…"
"Yes you can lad… yes you can…ah!" And then Billy was too far gone, and over the edge he went, a long low moan carrying through the phone wires all the way to America where Elijah, cursing, his hand still around his cock, followed him.
"Fuck… fuck… Billy… oh God. Oh God," Elijah gasped, and Billy smiled to himself with a fierce pride.
"That's my lad. So bloody beautiful…"
"Jesus, Billy, you nearly killed me. I'm going to have to order in, now. Need the evening to recover."
Billy laughed and cradled the phone to his ear as he wiped his hand and then rolled over onto his side. "Love you, Elijah. Thank you for that."
"No, Jesus, thank you."
Billy smiled, feeling fiercely protective and wishing he had Elijah there right then to cuddle and kiss and tuck into his bed. "I miss you, lad."
"You too, Billy. Get some sleep, okay?"
"Aye, I will. See you soon."
"I can't wait. Love you."
"Love you, too."
"You broke him."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard what I said."
"Dom, I haven't the first clue what you're…"
"I rang and all he could do was natter on about bondage and you and fantasies and something about spanking… so again, I repeat. You broke my Elijah and I want to know what the hell you did. Oh, and where I can sign up."
Billy grinned broadly. "Lucky for you, Dominic, you're at the front of the queue already."
"Oh, good," Dom replied cheerfully. "How are you?"
"Well enough, I suppose. How was the shoot today?"
"Good, actually. Another one of those erotic coffee table books like the one Elijah wanks to. Got to make out with some bloke for a few hours. All in a day's work."
Billy growled deep in his throat, though he knew it was exactly what Dom wanted. "And was he attractive? This bloke you spent the day in liplock with?"
"Well of course, Bills. It's a photography book. They don't have you snog ugly guys."
"Of course. Just wanted to check."
"Why?"
"So I can see how much work it's going to take to rearrange his face."
There was a pause, and Billy could practically see Dom's grin on the other end. "Billy, Billy… don't you want me to keep the young Elijah in quality material to which to wank? We wouldn't want to deprive the poor child."
"Oh, he's not going to be the one deprived if you keep it up, Dominic. You want pretty pictures, I'll tie you to my fucking kitchen table and make you watch me fuck Elijah. And then I'll pull out and come all over your hard cock, but I won't untie you. I'll take pictures, lad, pictures of you hard and writhing and desperate, your skin flushed, your cheeks pink, your eyes closed as you try to block out the image of Elijah arching underneath me and how fucking hot he is as he comes, Dominic. You remember what that looks like, don't you? You remember."
"Fuck," Dom groaned as Billy took a deep breath and pressed his palm hard over his own cock through his trousers. "God Billy, you fucking kill me. Every time, love."
"Want to do it to you in person, Dominic. Want to watch you come undone. So fucking hard, not being able to touch you-tempted to get on a bloody train to Paris right now."
"Not without Elijah," Dom sighed as if he were trying to convince himself. "C'mon, Billy, eighteen days."
"I suppose I should be cleaning up the flat soon then."
Dom laughed on the other end. "You should see my place. I won't mind."
"Want it to be nice for the two of you, though. More clean surfaces to bend you over."
"You're a greedy bastard, Boyd."
"You never faulted me for it before."
"No. God, Billy… you know I dreamed of kissing you last night? Just… kissing you. It was nice. Different, but in a good way."
"Tamer than your usual dreams?" Billy asked, the smile in his tone.
Dom laughed. "Much. But I liked it. Sometimes I dream of Elijah. Sometimes both of you. I just don't… never fallen this bloody hard, you know? Never had trouble getting a date, but it's never been this intense."
"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of," Billy sighed. "I don't like worrying, Dom," he admitted, his voice wavering slightly. "Don't like thinking about how young and beautiful you both are, how you go out all the time and how the boys are probably checking you out everywhere you go."
"You needn't worry," Dom replied with a little laugh. "We're too fucking addicted to you, Billy. You've got us hooked. Nothing I want more than to be in front of you, Elijah at my side. Nothing. Doesn't matter how many boys approach me, the answer's always going to be the same."
"And that is…?"
"Désolée, mais j'ai un ami à Londres avec qui tu ne pourrais jamais concurrer, même dans tes rêves les plus fantastiques."
Billy smiled. He always loved hearing Dom speak French, just an edge of the Mancunian in his not-quite-perfect accent. "What does that mean, lad?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
Billy shook his head and laughed. "Going to fuck you, Dommeh. So soon…"
"It's snowing!"
"You rang us to tell us that it's snowing…?" Elijah could hear Billy's disbelieving look in his voice, but he just giggled and ignored it.
"It's beautiful, guys, God, I wish you were here to see it! An early Christmas present…"
"I thought it didn't snow much in New York, because of the subways and such…"
"It doesn't stick, but it still snows," Elijah argued.
"Cut the lad a break, Bills," Dom cut in. "Take any pictures for us, 'Lighe?"
"A few, from the window of my office. Got to finish this stupid fucking review…"
"And then you can go play in the snow?" Billy asked, amusement clear in his voice.
"Fuck you, Boyd. I shall toss a snowball in your general direction for that."
Dom laughed. "You deserved that, Billy."
"Ganging up on me, are you?"
"Always," Elijah agreed.
"Hey, I've got to ring off-dinner date. See you two soon, yeah?"
"Dinner date?" Billy repeated, suspiciously.
Dom laughed again. "Don't get your knickers in a twist. Business dinner."
"Just make sure it's only dinner, lad."
"Yeah, Billy will rip your eyes out otherwise."
"Not his eyes I'll be ripping out."
"All right, Dad. I'll be home long before midnight. Don't work too hard, 'Lighe. Love you both. Kisses."
"Bye Dommeh."
"See ya."
To: boyd@thecornerbookshop.co.uk, monaghan_speaking@yahoo.co.uk
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The bell over the door tinkled merrily as Billy stepped inside the shop, his scarf tied tightly around his neck over an extremely thick wool jumper, speckled with droplets of water from the light mist in which London was blanketed that Sunday afternoon. Carols played softly over the speakers, and the shelves were stocked to overflowing with decorations, ornaments, and stocking stuffers. Billy felt a bit bewildered, until the grinning saleslady approached him, thrusting a wooden basket into his arms.
"Welcome! I'm Clare. You look a bit lost. First time decorating? I was a bit lost myself, couple of years ago, when I had my first flat, but it's so much fun, you know, starting from scratch…"
"Erm, yes… I'm Billy," Billy offered, staring at the girl in a bit of bewilderment as she let out a spew of words without taking a breath, her hands flying as she spoke. Her hair was a mass of brilliant red, and she wore a rainbow-coloured scarf despite the fact that she was indoors, a piece of tinsel hanging from one side of her glasses, possibly not to her knowledge.
"Hi, Billy. What can I help you with, then?" Clare asked. "Tree ornaments? Indoor decorations? Outdoor?"
"Indoor," Billy answered, glad that there was at least one thing he knew for sure. "I have a flat, erm, it's not large… I just have someone special coming to visit for the holidays, and I wanted to impress him… them…" He bit his lip, realising his slip, but the girl just grinned brightly, seeming entirely unfazed.
"Right, then! What's this bloke like? Traditional? A bit more modern?"
Billy smiled, trying to combine Elijah and Dominic in his head to make up the theoretical single visiting boyfriend. "Definitely not traditional…"
The girl's eyes lit up, and she grabbed him by the elbow, steering him through the crowded aisles of the little shop. "Brilliant! I've been so sick of these old sods coming in for silver and gold and white lights. Dreadfully boring, don't you think? Have you got a tree yet?"
"Erm, not yet, no. My… boyfriend, well he wanted me to wait to trim the tree till he arrived. So I might be back for ornaments with him," he explained, and then mentally wondered how he was to explain when he came back to the shop with Dom and Elijah in tow. Oh, well. Could always say one was a brother. A very… English brother. Half-brother, then.
"Aww, that's so sweet! Well you be sure to come back, and maybe I'll give you a little reduction on the price, though don't tell my manager," she offered with a wide grin. "Now here, take a look at these stockings, aren't they fantastic?"
What the stockings in question were was, well, extremely bright. Red, green, gold, and silver with a fantastic amount of glitter, not to mention the fuzzy white trim. "Erm… they're nice, but maybe something a little more… subtle?"
She grinned and rolled her eyes. "That's what they all say… but here, what about these?"
Billy cocked his head to the side, considering. The next option was a bit tamer, velvet stockings in all colours. "Hmm, that's a possibility…"
"You can embroider them with names, too, if you like. It's not hard, and we sell the embroidery floss."
"Och, I don't know… I'm not much for sewing…"
"Well, the alternative is an iron-on patch. We can do those in-house for five quid each, though I don't know about the fabric…"
"I'll take a blue and a green," Billy broke in hastily. "What about something to hang up? Just a little festive…"
"Oh, well I've got just the thing. You've seen icicle lights?"
"I don't think so…"
"They'd be perfect if you're going for modern, but subtle. See?" Clare grabbed a box from a shelf over her head and opened it, pulling out some glass lights designed to look like icicles on a string of electrical cord. "You can thread them around your flat, and they're quite romantic if you turn the rest of the lights off. Mood lighting."
Billy tilted his head to the side, studying the box. "Do you have them in white? Maybe a string of white and a string of red?"
"Sure!" she agreed, and then looked up at the box of red lights, on the next shelf up. "Although…"
"Ooh. I see your point," Billy replied, as they stood side by side looking up at the box over both their heads. "What if I give you a leg up?"
Clare gave him a doubtful look. "Really?"
"Sure. I'm stronger than I look. I own a bookshop; I lift boxes all day."
Clare laughed and then shrugged as he crouched down a little and laced his hands together into a foothold. "All right. If you say so."
Sure enough, the plan worked, and Billy was able to boost Clare high enough to tug down the box of red lights, though both had a hard time containing their laughter when she was safely to the ground.
"Well, that should be enough for now," Billy decided. "We'll come back once I have a tree…"
"Wait!" Clare insisted as he turned towards the till. "You've forgotten something."
Billy gave her a look of confusion. "I have?"
"Yes." She grinned and grabbed a sprig of mistletoe from a display, setting it on top of his other purchases in the basket. "On the house."
Billy shook his head, unable to contain his laughter. "Cheers, love."
"Hey, anytime. It's my job to spread a little Christmas cheer." She winked and then flitted off to the back room, leaving Billy to the girl at the till to ring up his purchases.
"D'accord. Et maitenant un peu à gauche… oui, oui… c'est ça…" Dom grinned cheekily at the camera, and then gave it his best come hither look. His wrists were cuffed in leather, his t-shirt was about as tight as humanly possible with the name of an obscure Seattle band emblazoned across the front, his eyes were lined in kohl and his cock was nestled snugly in the vee of his open fly. Elijah was going to love it.
Continued here.