Billeh IS pretty.
Suicidal Dom has apparently recovered. And... gone back in time. Umm. Yes.
title: Do You See?
author: loose_your_dogs
pairing: bb/dm, ew/ob implied
rating: R
summary: Billy’s sick of the pretty. And a little envious.
feedback: gimmiethewritercrackyes
disclaimer: I’m a liar, I’m wracked with guilt, and I’m going to hell. Hooray!
Longish and I don't want to spam.
Ecru and tan, slim sharp angles cutting into softly dipping flesh. Extravagant moans of pleasure, probably exaggerated for his benefit, are expelled, aimed directly, through the shadowy mouth of the half-open door. He was surprised they were screwing in the dark actually, considering how much they got off on the sight of each other. And themselves. Billy shook his head and wondered when they would start selling tickets. Pride is a sin guys, and fancying yourselves that much is just repulsive. Billy lifted himself up off the couch and moved toward Orlando’s room.
It’s absolutely fucking obscene actually: both of them are so disgustingly pretty. Orlando with his tawny skin, dark chocolate hair and black coffee eyes; all tall lean lines and graceful strength. Elijah with his skin the colour of eggshells, creamy not translucent; small and delicate in appearance, so innocent looking but oh so dirty and wicked. He kicked the door to Orlando’s bedroom shut. Fucking show-offs. He chuckled to himself, only slightly bitter.
The two boys laughed behind the door as he walked back to the sofa. They made Billy feel old. And bald. A bit wretched and unbecoming despite their assertions that he was, yuck, ‘cute’.
Maybe that’s why he’s so drawn to Dom, he thinks suddenly, grateful for his mate popping into his head, interrupting his dark mood. Dom’s not pretty. Not in the way Elijah and Orlando are. And he’s not handsome either. Not in the way Bean and Viggo are. But Dom is undeniably magnetic. He smoulders constantly, blazes up often and it’s thrilling to watch. It’s something that’s inside Dom, radiating out through his skin that makes him so attractive to… well, to everyone. Not like Lij and Orli whose aesthetic appeal is the initial drawcard. The both of them, Billy has noticed, keep things inside. They draw people to them, draw them in close before they crack open and show what’s coiled inside. Not necessary with each other, of course, because they recognised their reflection when they saw it. Billy isn’t fiery and magnetic, or pretty and mysteriously closed. Billy doesn’t know what he is. Nice? Yes. That’s about it really. Unassuming, gentle, grounded. A lovely bloke.
Crap.
Billy swigged his beer and realised he was being an uncharitable cunt. Again. They were both decent enough fellows but their sexual behaviour had been getting under his skin of late. In this claustrophobic little fellowship, they have not had to be the least bit subtle. More power to them, but Christ. Could they maybe turn it down a little? Maybe a nice calm five instead of eleven.
He was drunk and tired and pissy and rather tragically chaste. Billy finished his beer and headed off to Dom’s place, wondering why the hell he didn’t do that sooner. Wondering why he couldn’t manage to drag his tired old ass off the couch. Wondering if Dom was up for listening to he woebegone bullshit.
*****
Dom stood up abruptly and went to the kitchen as Billy’s confessions of self-pity dwindled out mid-sentence.
The fuck? Well, thank you very much for your empathy. Billy couldn’t blame him really. He shrugged. Even Billy was sick of it.
He heard the scrape of dining chair legs across tile. Dom returned, brandishing the chair and an expression Billy could only label as ‘determined’. Determined to do what, Billy had no idea. He hoped it would pull him out of this ridiculous funk. He considered a visit to a doctor, a Zoloft prescription. Had to be a serotonin problem.
"Sit here."
Dom plonked the chair in the middle of the living room floor and abruptly left again, heading in the opposite direction, toward his bedroom, explaining nothing and, by his voice, planning to brook no refusal.
Billy stayed where he was for a moment, wondering why it was necessary for him to move three feet away and sit in a different seat. A seat that looked like a lonely blond wood island in a grey ocean of carpet. He sighed and did as Dominic told him, leaving the sofa and turning to sit in the chair that faced away from the direction Dom went. He could hear what sounded like furniture being moved and the distant grunts of Dom exerting physical force.
I reiterate - Billy thought sardonically - the fuck?
Behind him he could hear a heavier dragging sound. He turned in the chair to see Dom struggling to carry the large oval standing mirror that usually sat in the corner of his room holding up his drying wetsuit.
"Dom?"
Dominic said nothing and continued dragging the mirror around to stand in front of Billy. He adjusted the oval looking glass on its hinges and moved behind Billy, peering over his shoulder to check. There was a peculiar gleam in his eyes and Billy was prompted to break the silence again.
"Dom, what are you doing?"
"Shh."
"Right you are then." And he watched Dom go back to the mirror and tilt it up slightly. He came back and leaned down so that his head was level with the side of Billy’s face. Billy stared at their reflection and blinked.
"Look." Dom commanded, staring into Billy’s eyes in the glass.
Billy was looking so he waved, smirking slightly.
"Put your fucking hand down Bill. Look properly."
"At what Dom?" Billy was feeling distinctly uncomfortable watching himself watch Dom stare at him.
"Not at me, Bill. Look at you. Yourself. Look." Dom clasped the sides of Billy’s head and turned it directly toward his reflection. He looked silently for what seemed and age, Dom’s hands remaining on his head, but cupping now and not pressing like before. Dom stared hard at him, looking like he was trying to force a thought into Billy’s reflected skull. Billy wondered if it was working. His head felt a bit light. Invaded, maybe.
"And?"
The quiet edges of Dom’s lowered voice felt like a punch to his gut. "Your eyes, Billy."
And he kept on saying his name. Dom kept saying his name as though it was part of sentence structure or maybe just the breath his words whispered out on. Billy did look at his eyes. They were a light green, as always. He’d always though they were quite nice, small but bright and a pleasant almond shape. And with his face still like this, his crow’s feet weren’t so prominent. Dom poked him and Billy smiled. The crinkles re-appeared.
"Lovely" Dom let the sides of his skull go and brushed a finger over the little lines. The smile dropped from Billy’s face as he suppressed a shiver, clamped down on it with all his might. The skin smoothed out as Dom’s finger traced slowly and feather-light down the side of Billy’s face to his jaw and across the underside of his chin.
"Your skin…" Dom breathed, grave and deep, doing away with adjectives.
Billy couldn’t suppress the quake of his body this time and he blinked slowly and breathed deeply. He caught Dom’s eye in the mirror and didn’t notice his hands slide from his lap to dangle passively over the sides of the chair. Those grey-blue eyes with the strong brow coming down over them as if to hide a secret, possessive, like his own face was jealous. They were glassy and clear, staring at Billy and burning into him, bouncing off the mirror. Billy swallowed. His bobbing adam’s apple caught Dom’s attention and he tilted Billy’s chin up slightly, running those soft fingers down his neck. Billy’s breath stuttered when he saw himself flush visibly.
Bent down the way he was, Dom’s neck tendons were prominent, disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. It gaped at the front and Billy peered into the shadow. The mirror was too far away. He’d seen Dom’s bare chest, could call up the remembered detail of the smooth planes, but he wanted a fresh vision. He shifted in his chair as Dom continued to watch Billy in the mirror while he stroked his neck with one hand, the other resting on the crux of his shoulder. Billy made a small, helpless sound in his throat.
"Beautiful. You see?"
Billy tried to find his voice. He felt drugged. He tried to say ‘what’ but only managed to form half the shape of a ‘w’ when Dom cut him off with a sharp intake of breath.
"Your lips. Oh…"
And Billy’s eyes went huge as blatant yearning rippled across Dom’s so-close face. He though his heart would stop when they both licked their lips at the same time. Fucking hell he thought, not actually getting the words out. Not getting them out because Dom had moved around beside him and bent at the waist, pressing his mouth to Billy’s, obliterating the reflection. He froze up as Dom remained still, simply applying gentle pressure, seemingly just feeling the shape of Billy’s lips with his own. He thought the top of his head might shoot off at that alone. Going to fuck Dom tonight he thought calmly and his lips parted of their own accord. Before he could miss his own experience of the shape of Dom’s lips (oh, mmm, that slightly skewed jaw, he thought, ahh) his mind was melting with the sensation of slick tongue sliding deliberately and languidly against his own. He twisted in his chair and bought both hands up, one gripping Dom’s neck, pulling him in to a deeper kiss, the other fisting the front of his shirt lest he slip away like a dream. He battled with himself between wanting to devour that mouth and drown in Dom’s ever-present fire, and wanting to draw this slow and deepening kiss out until the end of the world. Dom opted for a third, rather devastating choice: he broke the kiss and panted for air millimetres from Billy’s parted lips.
"Jesus."
He stood back up. Billy couldn’t say anything though he was thinking many things like no, no, no don’t stop and more, god more and Dominic. Billy just stared up at Dom, speechless. He felt something hot unfurled, spread-eagle and fell low down through his belly. His cock pulsed and began a slow throbbing. He pressed his thighs together, relishing the friction and passing a trapped groan into Dom’s fervent mouth. Then Dom was turning him back to the mirror and Billy’s heart sank. Was that… a mistake? Or… Huh? Dom shook his head as if to clear it of some fog or mist or somesuch. He swallowed heavily and came back behind Billy. Billy looked at his shoes. Dom’s hands tightened on his shoulders, bracing himself. For what, he wasn’t sure.
"Look now Billy."
Dom ran his palm down the back of Billy’s neck and back to his shoulder.
"Fucking gorgeous," Dom sighed and swayed forward.
No, not over then. He looked at his refection and didn’t recognise himself. His pale skin was flushed, his eyes were glittering, hungry and heavy-lidded. His hips were tilting up and there was an obvious ridge along the seam of his pants. He knew how he felt when he was like this - confident as hell and not at all concerned about his own prettiness or lack thereof - but he’d never had a good hard look. Never been in a position to scrutinise. Every angle in his body demanded someone to fuck. He quirked his lips at himself and looked up at Dom’s reflected expression. His own was predatory. Dom was breathing through his mouth and Billy could feel him thrumming, the minute vibrations travelling through his shoulders to join that unfurled thing in his stomach. He huffed, amused.
"I see," he confirmed for Dom, voice a low husky rumble.
"You do?" Dom checked, voice quavering. He bit his lip, unconsciously and Billy’s hips shifted of their own desperate accord.
Billy nodded. They both stared back at the mirror. Dom’s lips twitched and settled again. Dom tensed behind him, steadying himself.
"Want to see more?" Dom’s voice, his accent, was like a bolt of velvet thrown out to spread in the air.
Billy looked from himself, to Dom and stared him levelly in the eye. He rested his palms on his own thighs; elbows cocked out and thumbs turned toward his hips.
"Of you, yes." He was feeling bold now, knowing that he looked like that: heated, his desire overt.
Dom stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering with the buttons. Billy’s body obscured the sight of anything below Dom’s ribcage. He planned to amend that and began to turn, gripping Dom’s muscled waist and tugging him in closer.
"No," Dom said. He wasn’t demanding any more though. It was a request. Billy assented to it, reluctant but intrigued. He kissed the soft skin of his stomach before he turned back. Dom groaned quietly.
"Alright Sblom." Dom recovered himself, smiled and moved to do something else. Billy added: "Hey…"
Dom looked at him expectantly, more than a little lust-addled.
"Whatever it is, make it quick."
Dom wasn’t bending too far apparently, or at least not that easily, and Billy thought with utter certainty that he wanted Dom to bend.
"No Billy," The drugged look slipped from his face, replaced by something devilish which Billy thought looked like the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He bent down again and brushed his lips against Billy’s ear. "It’ll be slow, and you’re going to fucking love it." Dom sank his teeth into Billy’s neck and Billy jerked in his chair, letting his head fall back. Dom kissed his way down to Billy’s chest and began undoing his button-down shirt.
Wouldn’t mind bending for Dom though either, he though as teeth closed around his nipple sending bolts of white heat into his cock. Not at all. And Billy wondered if that wouldn’t be the prettiest sight in the world.
title: Do You See?
author: loose_your_dogs
pairing: bb/dm, ew/ob implied
rating: R
summary: Billy’s sick of the pretty. And a little envious.
feedback: gimmiethewritercrackyes
disclaimer: I’m a liar, I’m wracked with guilt, and I’m going to hell. Hooray!
Longish and I don't want to spam.
Ecru and tan, slim sharp angles cutting into softly dipping flesh. Extravagant moans of pleasure, probably exaggerated for his benefit, are expelled, aimed directly, through the shadowy mouth of the half-open door. He was surprised they were screwing in the dark actually, considering how much they got off on the sight of each other. And themselves. Billy shook his head and wondered when they would start selling tickets. Pride is a sin guys, and fancying yourselves that much is just repulsive. Billy lifted himself up off the couch and moved toward Orlando’s room.
It’s absolutely fucking obscene actually: both of them are so disgustingly pretty. Orlando with his tawny skin, dark chocolate hair and black coffee eyes; all tall lean lines and graceful strength. Elijah with his skin the colour of eggshells, creamy not translucent; small and delicate in appearance, so innocent looking but oh so dirty and wicked. He kicked the door to Orlando’s bedroom shut. Fucking show-offs. He chuckled to himself, only slightly bitter.
The two boys laughed behind the door as he walked back to the sofa. They made Billy feel old. And bald. A bit wretched and unbecoming despite their assertions that he was, yuck, ‘cute’.
Maybe that’s why he’s so drawn to Dom, he thinks suddenly, grateful for his mate popping into his head, interrupting his dark mood. Dom’s not pretty. Not in the way Elijah and Orlando are. And he’s not handsome either. Not in the way Bean and Viggo are. But Dom is undeniably magnetic. He smoulders constantly, blazes up often and it’s thrilling to watch. It’s something that’s inside Dom, radiating out through his skin that makes him so attractive to… well, to everyone. Not like Lij and Orli whose aesthetic appeal is the initial drawcard. The both of them, Billy has noticed, keep things inside. They draw people to them, draw them in close before they crack open and show what’s coiled inside. Not necessary with each other, of course, because they recognised their reflection when they saw it. Billy isn’t fiery and magnetic, or pretty and mysteriously closed. Billy doesn’t know what he is. Nice? Yes. That’s about it really. Unassuming, gentle, grounded. A lovely bloke.
Crap.
Billy swigged his beer and realised he was being an uncharitable cunt. Again. They were both decent enough fellows but their sexual behaviour had been getting under his skin of late. In this claustrophobic little fellowship, they have not had to be the least bit subtle. More power to them, but Christ. Could they maybe turn it down a little? Maybe a nice calm five instead of eleven.
He was drunk and tired and pissy and rather tragically chaste. Billy finished his beer and headed off to Dom’s place, wondering why the hell he didn’t do that sooner. Wondering why he couldn’t manage to drag his tired old ass off the couch. Wondering if Dom was up for listening to he woebegone bullshit.
*****
Dom stood up abruptly and went to the kitchen as Billy’s confessions of self-pity dwindled out mid-sentence.
The fuck? Well, thank you very much for your empathy. Billy couldn’t blame him really. He shrugged. Even Billy was sick of it.
He heard the scrape of dining chair legs across tile. Dom returned, brandishing the chair and an expression Billy could only label as ‘determined’. Determined to do what, Billy had no idea. He hoped it would pull him out of this ridiculous funk. He considered a visit to a doctor, a Zoloft prescription. Had to be a serotonin problem.
"Sit here."
Dom plonked the chair in the middle of the living room floor and abruptly left again, heading in the opposite direction, toward his bedroom, explaining nothing and, by his voice, planning to brook no refusal.
Billy stayed where he was for a moment, wondering why it was necessary for him to move three feet away and sit in a different seat. A seat that looked like a lonely blond wood island in a grey ocean of carpet. He sighed and did as Dominic told him, leaving the sofa and turning to sit in the chair that faced away from the direction Dom went. He could hear what sounded like furniture being moved and the distant grunts of Dom exerting physical force.
I reiterate - Billy thought sardonically - the fuck?
Behind him he could hear a heavier dragging sound. He turned in the chair to see Dom struggling to carry the large oval standing mirror that usually sat in the corner of his room holding up his drying wetsuit.
"Dom?"
Dominic said nothing and continued dragging the mirror around to stand in front of Billy. He adjusted the oval looking glass on its hinges and moved behind Billy, peering over his shoulder to check. There was a peculiar gleam in his eyes and Billy was prompted to break the silence again.
"Dom, what are you doing?"
"Shh."
"Right you are then." And he watched Dom go back to the mirror and tilt it up slightly. He came back and leaned down so that his head was level with the side of Billy’s face. Billy stared at their reflection and blinked.
"Look." Dom commanded, staring into Billy’s eyes in the glass.
Billy was looking so he waved, smirking slightly.
"Put your fucking hand down Bill. Look properly."
"At what Dom?" Billy was feeling distinctly uncomfortable watching himself watch Dom stare at him.
"Not at me, Bill. Look at you. Yourself. Look." Dom clasped the sides of Billy’s head and turned it directly toward his reflection. He looked silently for what seemed and age, Dom’s hands remaining on his head, but cupping now and not pressing like before. Dom stared hard at him, looking like he was trying to force a thought into Billy’s reflected skull. Billy wondered if it was working. His head felt a bit light. Invaded, maybe.
"And?"
The quiet edges of Dom’s lowered voice felt like a punch to his gut. "Your eyes, Billy."
And he kept on saying his name. Dom kept saying his name as though it was part of sentence structure or maybe just the breath his words whispered out on. Billy did look at his eyes. They were a light green, as always. He’d always though they were quite nice, small but bright and a pleasant almond shape. And with his face still like this, his crow’s feet weren’t so prominent. Dom poked him and Billy smiled. The crinkles re-appeared.
"Lovely" Dom let the sides of his skull go and brushed a finger over the little lines. The smile dropped from Billy’s face as he suppressed a shiver, clamped down on it with all his might. The skin smoothed out as Dom’s finger traced slowly and feather-light down the side of Billy’s face to his jaw and across the underside of his chin.
"Your skin…" Dom breathed, grave and deep, doing away with adjectives.
Billy couldn’t suppress the quake of his body this time and he blinked slowly and breathed deeply. He caught Dom’s eye in the mirror and didn’t notice his hands slide from his lap to dangle passively over the sides of the chair. Those grey-blue eyes with the strong brow coming down over them as if to hide a secret, possessive, like his own face was jealous. They were glassy and clear, staring at Billy and burning into him, bouncing off the mirror. Billy swallowed. His bobbing adam’s apple caught Dom’s attention and he tilted Billy’s chin up slightly, running those soft fingers down his neck. Billy’s breath stuttered when he saw himself flush visibly.
Bent down the way he was, Dom’s neck tendons were prominent, disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. It gaped at the front and Billy peered into the shadow. The mirror was too far away. He’d seen Dom’s bare chest, could call up the remembered detail of the smooth planes, but he wanted a fresh vision. He shifted in his chair as Dom continued to watch Billy in the mirror while he stroked his neck with one hand, the other resting on the crux of his shoulder. Billy made a small, helpless sound in his throat.
"Beautiful. You see?"
Billy tried to find his voice. He felt drugged. He tried to say ‘what’ but only managed to form half the shape of a ‘w’ when Dom cut him off with a sharp intake of breath.
"Your lips. Oh…"
And Billy’s eyes went huge as blatant yearning rippled across Dom’s so-close face. He though his heart would stop when they both licked their lips at the same time. Fucking hell he thought, not actually getting the words out. Not getting them out because Dom had moved around beside him and bent at the waist, pressing his mouth to Billy’s, obliterating the reflection. He froze up as Dom remained still, simply applying gentle pressure, seemingly just feeling the shape of Billy’s lips with his own. He thought the top of his head might shoot off at that alone. Going to fuck Dom tonight he thought calmly and his lips parted of their own accord. Before he could miss his own experience of the shape of Dom’s lips (oh, mmm, that slightly skewed jaw, he thought, ahh) his mind was melting with the sensation of slick tongue sliding deliberately and languidly against his own. He twisted in his chair and bought both hands up, one gripping Dom’s neck, pulling him in to a deeper kiss, the other fisting the front of his shirt lest he slip away like a dream. He battled with himself between wanting to devour that mouth and drown in Dom’s ever-present fire, and wanting to draw this slow and deepening kiss out until the end of the world. Dom opted for a third, rather devastating choice: he broke the kiss and panted for air millimetres from Billy’s parted lips.
"Jesus."
He stood back up. Billy couldn’t say anything though he was thinking many things like no, no, no don’t stop and more, god more and Dominic. Billy just stared up at Dom, speechless. He felt something hot unfurled, spread-eagle and fell low down through his belly. His cock pulsed and began a slow throbbing. He pressed his thighs together, relishing the friction and passing a trapped groan into Dom’s fervent mouth. Then Dom was turning him back to the mirror and Billy’s heart sank. Was that… a mistake? Or… Huh? Dom shook his head as if to clear it of some fog or mist or somesuch. He swallowed heavily and came back behind Billy. Billy looked at his shoes. Dom’s hands tightened on his shoulders, bracing himself. For what, he wasn’t sure.
"Look now Billy."
Dom ran his palm down the back of Billy’s neck and back to his shoulder.
"Fucking gorgeous," Dom sighed and swayed forward.
No, not over then. He looked at his refection and didn’t recognise himself. His pale skin was flushed, his eyes were glittering, hungry and heavy-lidded. His hips were tilting up and there was an obvious ridge along the seam of his pants. He knew how he felt when he was like this - confident as hell and not at all concerned about his own prettiness or lack thereof - but he’d never had a good hard look. Never been in a position to scrutinise. Every angle in his body demanded someone to fuck. He quirked his lips at himself and looked up at Dom’s reflected expression. His own was predatory. Dom was breathing through his mouth and Billy could feel him thrumming, the minute vibrations travelling through his shoulders to join that unfurled thing in his stomach. He huffed, amused.
"I see," he confirmed for Dom, voice a low husky rumble.
"You do?" Dom checked, voice quavering. He bit his lip, unconsciously and Billy’s hips shifted of their own desperate accord.
Billy nodded. They both stared back at the mirror. Dom’s lips twitched and settled again. Dom tensed behind him, steadying himself.
"Want to see more?" Dom’s voice, his accent, was like a bolt of velvet thrown out to spread in the air.
Billy looked from himself, to Dom and stared him levelly in the eye. He rested his palms on his own thighs; elbows cocked out and thumbs turned toward his hips.
"Of you, yes." He was feeling bold now, knowing that he looked like that: heated, his desire overt.
Dom stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering with the buttons. Billy’s body obscured the sight of anything below Dom’s ribcage. He planned to amend that and began to turn, gripping Dom’s muscled waist and tugging him in closer.
"No," Dom said. He wasn’t demanding any more though. It was a request. Billy assented to it, reluctant but intrigued. He kissed the soft skin of his stomach before he turned back. Dom groaned quietly.
"Alright Sblom." Dom recovered himself, smiled and moved to do something else. Billy added: "Hey…"
Dom looked at him expectantly, more than a little lust-addled.
"Whatever it is, make it quick."
Dom wasn’t bending too far apparently, or at least not that easily, and Billy thought with utter certainty that he wanted Dom to bend.
"No Billy," The drugged look slipped from his face, replaced by something devilish which Billy thought looked like the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He bent down again and brushed his lips against Billy’s ear. "It’ll be slow, and you’re going to fucking love it." Dom sank his teeth into Billy’s neck and Billy jerked in his chair, letting his head fall back. Dom kissed his way down to Billy’s chest and began undoing his button-down shirt.
Wouldn’t mind bending for Dom though either, he though as teeth closed around his nipple sending bolts of white heat into his cock. Not at all. And Billy wondered if that wouldn’t be the prettiest sight in the world.