Wild Thing - Monaboyd
Wild Thing
Pairing - Billy Boyd/Dom Monaghan
Rating - NC17 (Coughs - of course.)
Disclaimer - this is all fictional. The setting is present day, i.e. - the reference is to Dom's current television project, although other details are a little murky as to it being this year, or maybe a year or two in the future. I have also not bothered to explain why Billy is always there when Dom returns home, but the understanding for now will just be that he just is. Maybe it would be fun to explore and explain that later.
Billy stared at Dominic's back for several moments before reaching around him and starting the shower. He was not especially surprised by what he saw as he had long known these kinds things were simply inevitable with Dom, but the circumstances always worried him regardless. This last excursion into the jungles of far flung locations had obviously been no different from any other, and Dom had returned home predictably autographed in a new assortment of scrapes, bites, and other minor injuries. Billy could only guess at the origin of each one of them as he searched him anew after each adventure. This time it appeared a couple of tell tale bruises had already begun to fade away, but he took note of one particularly ugly looking mark on his left shoulder that looked recent, very red, and too angry for Billy's overall comfort.
"What happened here, Dom?" he asked, touching his shoulder gently.
"Where?" Dom replied, keeping his eyes closed against the hot shower spray bouncing off his chest.
"Here," Billy said, nudging a bit harder at the tender looking area.
"Ouch!"
"Ya, that one," Billy persisted. "It looks a bit serious, Dom," he continued. "What the hell happened there?"
"I really don't know," Dom relented.
"Well, did you have the medic look at it?" Billy persisted.
"No," Dom admitted. "I was already on the plane and headed home when I noticed it, Billy. It was too late to ask anyone by then, and no, I don't know what happened - what's it look like?"
"Looks like a bite," Billy said, "and it looks too red - feels hot as well."
Dom remained quiet as he continued to shower, too tired to deflect more questions, and knowing full well that Billy would persist anyway.
"This one bothers me, Dom," Billy continued more quietly. "We need to keep an eye on it."
"K," Dom relented, not at all pleased he would have to monitor anything, but knowing full well Billy would do so without needing his permission.
"Alright then, Buttercup," Billy informed him, smacking his arse. "Let's get you clean, get you something to eat, and then tuck you into bed."
Dom was pouting dramatically when he turned around which worked well to interrupt any continued scrutiny. Although he knew Billy was always right about these kinds of things, he generally disliked this type of attention from him, and much preferred to have Billy all to himself in a myriad of better ways.
"Can I just go straight to the bed part?" he asked, sounding weaker than intended.
"No," Billy replied, "but you can get into bed if you don't lay down, and I'll bring you something quick to eat, 'k?"
Dom closed his eyes and nodded, the weariness from several days travel having taken a significant toll on him this time.
"Toast with Nutella?" he asked hopefully, his eyes still closed.
"Sure, if that's what you want," Billy said, his demeanor softening as something much more paternal slid into its place. "Like I said, let's get you out of here first, find some food, and tuck you into bed before you're too sleepy to even eat, yes?"
Hours later...
Billy's breath caught in his chest as he tried to focus, working harder now with his hips and thrusting upward, pushing deeper into Dom's warm and pliant body. The immediately ensuing sound which escaped from Dom left him certain he had located the perfect spot, yet he withdrew carefully and paused a few extra precious seconds before easing his way back inside. The subsequent noise he made had Billy concerned he may have been too insistent, but as Dom tumbled forward and onto his arms, elbows locking for support, face scrunching in deep concentration, Billy recognized the familiar expression he always wore when lost amid his own feelings. He knew him then to be safe, albeit absorbed in his own experience and unconcerned about anything else. His eyes remained closed as Billy moved inside of him, his cheeks flushed and rosy from awakening well before dawn feeling refreshed, needing Billy, and utterly unable to wait longer to have him. He now held himself vulnerable and available, allowing Billy to have him as he wanted.
"Dommie," he whispered, carefully breaking through his concentration, and dragging one hand across his chest. "Dommie," Billy coaxed again, even as he became briefly spellbound by the sensual beauty of Dom riding above him.
Dom opened his eyes when he heard his name, their usual blue depth softened in the partial darkness of predawn light.
"Hi," Billy whispered, locking eyes with him before he could disappear again. He ran his hands up and down both thighs before explaining, "I just needed to see you - Christ, but you feel good," he sighed, grabbing his hips and trying to drag him ever closer. "Too damn good," he added, flexing sharply.
Dom allowed his head to drift backward slowly, his eyes closing in relief as he submitted to the feeling of Billy pushing insistently deeper. This one powerful, singular sensation lay at the core of all he loved the most, representing the very essence of emotions that moved between them, and sustaining both of them through various separations. In these moments Billy understood just how to suspend his other senses and remain there with him in this most unusual, exquisite place - immersed together in a deeply personal collision where nothing else held relevance until they could complete it all over again. Dom understood this was the most important connection that awaited him at the end of every journey, leaving him bereft and unable to continue until he could reconnect with Billy and recharge his spirit.
Rocking together for several more minutes brought Dom suddenly upright, a low moan beginning to rumble in his chest as he grabbed for his own cock and began to pump himself vigorously. Although his skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat, his mouth had grown increasingly dry as he fought harder to breathe, his heart hammering in his chest as he struggled for the stamina to finish. Understanding his urgency, Billy cupped his arse with each hand, kneading his fingers into the firmness there and urging him to push onward. He moved one hand to wrap gentle fingers around his scrotal sac, fondling his softest, most delicate places, and causing him in the breadth of just one more heartbeat to lurch forward, cum spurting from his cock and landing in a messy splat on Billy's chest.
"Oh fuck," he whimpered, as he continued to pull at his cock. "Oh fuck, Billy," he repeated, nearly whining, but trying to stay simultaneously impaled as he continued to free fall. "Fuck me," he nearly whimpered with his last effort, his hand finally beginning to slow on his shaft.
"If you insist," Billy whispered back, quickly moving the two of them by rolling Dom onto his back, cradling his legs over his shoulders, and raising himself on both arms above him. "But only because you're so sexy and irresistible like this," he added, smiling and sneaking a kiss before pushing his arms into the mattress with the full force of his strength and beginning to rotate his hips against his arse.
Dom lay spent and utterly limp as Billy fucked him, his body sapped of its usual strength and resistance, laid limber in the wake of deep satisfaction. He trembled from neither weakness nor fear as Billy pounded into him - more accurately from unending need far beyond his own of the sort that demanded absolute attention as they worked in tandem to pull Billy through to the other side.
Billy's face was easy for Dom to read despite the lack of light in the room as he powered forward, his eyes closed tightly in concentration, his brows furrowed together with serious intent. The muscles in his shoulders rolled together as he redoubled his effort, his patience worn thin and finesse no longer possible as he tore into Dom.
"Come on, Billy," Dom coaxed him, curling his hips to increase the intensity of the angle. "Come on now - so fuckin' close," he encouraged him.
Billy knew Dom was right as he unleashed himself, stroking him internally with all of his power until from deep in his chest he began to groan, his hips simultaneously losing all sense of rhythm as he slammed into him with his last burst of strength. In the same moment his libido relented he felt his cock spasm as he buried himself as far as he could reach, his hips weakened but still working for release until his brain could catch up with the realization. It was only when fully spent that he collapsed on Dom's chest lightheaded and heaving for adequate oxygen in the wake of such powerful and sated urges.
They lay together gasping for air for several more moments until Dom lowered his legs, stretching himself out full length when he sensed Billy beginning to soften and fall away. A fresh and warm stickiness remained trapped between them, the obvious result of a double dose of testosterone and other overworked male hormones. Dom actually adored the way Billy smelled when they were together like this, his nostrils pulling in the heavy, familiar scent of him along his hairline. The dampness there held tight to his scent in the myriad of tiny, wiry hairs that curled and stuck to him in miniature clumps before they faded into his beard line.
"Ummm," Dom managed, easily shifting Billy's weight on top of him. "No, don't move," he said softly, shushing Billy to quiet him as he began to stir. "Stay put, Luv," he murmured in his ear, clutching him tighter. "Just stay right there."
Billy relented and went limp in his arms as Dom caught and cradled him closer, ensuring him he was safe.
Minutes passed as they lay quietly together, their combined breathing the only noticeable sound until Dom quietly began to chuckle.
"What?" Billy managed to squeak out when curiosity finally overcame him. "What's so funny?" he asked, noting Dom was beginning to laugh harder.
"Oh, all of it," Dom answered, still snickering as he hugged Billy tighter and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.
Frustrated, Billy drew himself up on his arms, moving just enough to be able to glare at Dom eye to eye.
"It's all of it Billy," Dom giggled, defending himself, but attempting to wave one arm at the room between short hiccups of laughter. "It's the whole damn thing! People want to think I'm the one who's some sort of wild and dangerous guy," he managed, smiling in earnest now. "But - anyone who would think so has simply never been bedded by Pippin."
"Pippin's not here," Billy growled, thus far unamused, and remaining nose to nose as he continued to glare at him.
"I know," Dom said, his face softening at the thought. "I know he isn't, but Billy certainly is, and he's an absolute animal in bed," he teased.
Billy continued to inspect him, his eyes roving back and forth across his face before refocusing on his lips. He smiled slightly then as he moved in for a kiss that was slow, languid, yet likewise demanding he surrender all over again.
Dom was quiet as their lips parted, not needing to say more or underscore his own feelings more than he already had. He knew what was next anyway, even as he felt the stir of Billy's cock against his thigh.
"Need you again," Billy whispered, a statement as much as any attempt at explanation.
"I know," Dom said simply, closing his eyes and returning the slow grind of his hips. "I know," he repeated in a tone barely audible to either of them. "Me, too."