Book 2, Chapter 2: Acting on a Crush (5)
Title: Acting on a Crush (5)
Authors: escribo and kiltsandlollies
Characters: Dominic/Billy
Rating: adult
Word count: 3806
Summary: Continuing from here.
Index
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; the recognizable people in the story belong to themselves and have never performed the actions portrayed here. I do not know the actors nor am I associated with them in any way. If you are underage, please do not read this story. I am not making any profit from these stories, nor do I mean any harm.
Emboldened by Billy’s arousal, by his kisses, Dominic pulls his t-shirt over his head and drops it onto the floor before again attacking Billy’s neck with kisses and tongue and teeth. This he is sure of, his skill to please with touches rather than his ability to impress Billy with conversation, which he is sure is what will prove a relationship impossible. For right now, he pushes away those worries and instead kneels between Billy’s legs and unbuttons Billy’s shirt with sure fingers, spreading the fabric open and bending to lick and suck, his words mumbled against Billy’s warm skin. “Wasn't too hard to make. I want to be here."
"Here," Billy says, just watching Dominic's movements now, not wanting to interrupt the restless slide of Dominic's fingers. "Not with your friends?"
Dominic raises up from his happy task and braces himself with a hand on the arm of the couch, bearing his weight with ease. He brushes the tips of his fingers against the stubble on Billy's cheeks, his eyes wide and his voice soft. “My friends don’t treat me like you do, Billy. They think I’m funny and fun but a fuck-up. Everyone waits for me to cock it up, to laugh at what Dom's done now, but you never have. I couldn’t--" Dominic pauses, spreads his hand open on Billy's chest. He licks his lips out of nervousness, not quite believing that he's chosen now to say all of this to Billy but unable to stop. "I wanted that for my own even if--even if it's just for tonight. I wanted you. This. I've never told anyone--not my friends--because I didn't want anyone to laugh because I had a crush on a teacher."
"Is that what this is?" Billy's accent sounds thick and calm to Dominic's ears; it's curious, not angered or even surprised. "A crush?"
"No," Dominic whispers, his focus on Billy's lips. "I'm past crushes." Dominic kisses Billy then, crawling up slightly and pushing Billy into the arm of the couch until Billy's hands slide into Dominic's hair and pull him down, taking control of the kiss, and Dominic lets him. When they pull away, Dominic works his way with kisses down Billy's chest again, his hand playing at the waist of Billy's trousers.
A warm flush crawls its way up Billy's skin, until he knows his throat is mottled red and his cheeks are dark with need. Dominic's mouth is one of the more powerful weapons Billy's ever known, and Dominic's confidence in its power is palpable and contagious. Billy breathes hard when Dominic's lips apply pressure to his chest, drawing blood up under the skin, and Billy makes an effort to neither flinch nor urge Dominic too quickly toward more and harder; whatever happens from here and now, Billy would prefer it happen at Dominic's pace.
That preference doesn't keep Billy from shifting forward and bending a little, letting his hand fall to Dominic's waist to work open Dominic's jeans. His hand falters, though, and Billy pushes his fingers instead inside Dominic's waistband, inside the heat he finds there, and Billy lets out a pleased, excited little breath when his fingers catch and twist in already damp hair. Dominic tenses, and Billy presses a kiss to his throat, murmuring words he doesn't altogether intend for Dominic to hear, thrumming secrets against Dominic's skin, and Dominic grins as his body twists into and against Billy’s hand. He holds Billy’s face between shaky hands, trying to kiss and breathe at the same time, trying to keep his giddiness inside. Months, Billy has wanted him; Dominic had felt it from the moment he'd caught Billy's stare in the car, and he knows now that the conversation with Gian had served only as more confirmation. Months. Dominic’s mind supplies him with an instant flash of what could have been, what will possibly be now. He wants to laugh and cry, wants to not focus on the possibility that this night is all he has. Reminded of them, every mark Billy has already caused burns and when he opens his eyes to look into Billy’s, they are bright with desire.
“The secret of reaping the greatest enjoyment--no, what is it? Greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously. Remember, Billy?” Dominic laughs breathlessly, laughs because if he doesn't he'll cry with the joy of this. Pressing his mouth against Billy’s, kissing deeply, he pushes his hips forward, trapping Billy’s hand between skin and denim. He has never been good at withholding his emotions even though it has sometimes caused him pain in the past. He knows he’s already said too much, too soon but can't help himself--would split his soul wide open to Billy given half a chance. “Nietzsche. You read that to me. To the class, but you meant it for me. I heard you speaking to me. I want this so much, Billy.”
He chokes on his words as Billy’s hand moves faster on him but holds back, his body slicked with sweat, taut with tension. His hand claws at Billy’s shirt, his fingernails leaving trails across Billy’s back. “Let me--please. Fuck me. Just, please--"
Billy covers Dominic's mouth with his own, quieting him for as long as it takes for them to tumble onto the floor and for Billy to push them both down to the rug in front of Billy's small fireplace. Dominic's hands are rough, his need so fervent that Billy fights to control both himself and Dominic now. The struggle's hard fought though it doesn't last long; Billy's fingers move from the thick folds of Dominic's jeans to around the wiry strength of Dominic's wrists, and Dominic exhales and closes his eyes, going still beneath Billy. "Too soon," Billy murmurs, "you're not, you can't--" Dominic shakes his head wildly and reaches to bring Billy back down to him for a harder kiss, one meant to push away Billy's doubts with some force. He can feel Billy struggling with it; the tension in Billy's back and shoulders has ratcheted up and doesn't lessen even when Dominic presses his fingers deeply into Billy's skin. When Dominic opens his eyes, he catches Billy staring again and holds that gaze until Billy breaks it, gritting his teeth and ducking his head before he's shifting to his knees, tugging at Dominic's belt loops, bringing him to stand.
"Not again," Billy grits out, and for a moment Dominic's skin prickles with fear, but Billy's still moving them, skirting around furniture and jostling bowls and CDs and books as they pass. "Not again on a damn floor; bed, come on."
It's like every ridiculous movie Billy's ever seen, the way he walks them to the bedroom, stopping every few seconds to mark Dominic's skin with his tongue and teeth. His hands travel all over Dominic's body while Dominic grins, his own hands roving as they move down the hall, their shoulders and hips bumping into the walls and tilting the large, framed photographs Billy's arranged down the length of the passage. Everything about the little house seems to fit Billy perfectly and Dominic already feels at home here, as he does anytime he is with Billy. But that is a thought he keeps in check, knowing that even if he is granted a second or third time with Billy, that he will not be offered a home here--that he will not become a part of Billy’s life. That thought makes his actions a bit desperate, and he's frustrated by Billy’s attempts to slow him down.
There's a method to at least this much of Billy's madness, though, and he stops them at the doorway of his darkened bedroom and holds Dominic's face in his hands, reading Dominic's eyes for any last sign of apprehension while he works to ignore his own. The thought of fucking Dominic again the way he most wants to isn't as pleasant as it could be, because Billy knows what he could do to Dominic, and on top of what he's already done, it might be at best unkind and at worst hard enough that Dominic would regret ever having returned to Billy's office this afternoon and having begun this. The alternative is easier for Billy to imagine, if more of a risk to himself, and Billy's suddenly reminded of how he'd felt just before they'd left his office, how much he'd wanted these tables turned on him. Dominic looks now as if he's holding his breath again, waiting Billy out, and Billy takes a breath before he speaks. "I want you," he says again, to reassure both of them and to hear the certainty in his own voice when he continues more softly. "I want you to fuck me."
"I've never topped before," Dominic whispers and then, overwhelmed and feeling the heat of a blush he'd rather Billy not see, buries his face into the side of Billy’s neck and breathes in deeply rather than see the wrong thing in Billy's reaction. For a moment, he can't speak--can't answer--and, suddenly shy again, kisses Billy's throat as he attempts to gather his courage. For all his fucking around, it's not something Dominic's ever done before, thinking it, no matter the logic, too intimate, but now that it's on offer, he finds that he wants it. As he fights down his nerves, he rests his hand at Billy's waist and lifts his head though he finds he's still unable to meet Billy's eyes.
A small, quiet part of his mind tells Billy that he shouldn't be surprised by this, the same quiet part that echoes things Dominic's told him, but nevertheless Billy tilts his head back against the doorjamb, gritting his teeth slightly in silent frustration and feeling the flush rise up in his face. "Doesn't matter," he says, and his own voice sounds strange to him, raspy and wrong, but Billy pushes on with it, unwilling to let go of the idea or Dominic. "Doesn't. We'll just--go slow, yeah? If you don't want--I can just--fuck. Fuck."
Billy bites off his words and pulls Dominic inside his bedroom, unable to find the right words anymore. Dominic moves with Billy, finding that the room's both more and less of a wreck than Dominic had seen the night of the presentations, and he strains to see what he can in the dimmed light of the lamp on Billy's nighttable. There are more clothes strewn around than before, but fewer rumpled pillows; there are fewer abandoned water glasses, but far more abandoned books. Billy doesn't follow Dominic's gaze around the darknened room; it seems as if he can't see anything but what and whom he has in front of him, and Dominic feels warmed through by the attention of Billy's eyes and hands, relaxing again underneath it and reaching to slide his hands back inside Billy's open shirt.
Dominic hadn't been allowed a proper chance at this in Billy's office, and he wants to do it right, now. He takes his time getting the shirt off Billy's body, more careful this go around with the buttons of both shirt and half-opened trousers. Billy's skin is warmer now than even just moments ago in the front room; everything about Billy seems to be softening around the edges under Dominic's hands, and there's a power in that that Dominic recognizes even as it frightens him a little. It's something he can believe in and hold on to when he starts to think that Billy might stop this when he comes to his senses. Dominic can't force that not to happen, but he believes he can delay it as long as he can touch Billy, as long as Billy's still within reach.
Billy's body is different from others Dominic's held or been held to. He's already seen and felt the strength of Billy's arms and legs and palmed the plane of Billy's back and shoulders, but Dominic finds that Billy's softer elsewhere, rounded and smooth where Dominic is all sharp arches and angles of muscle and bone. Dominic slides his fingers across freckles and old scars on Billy's skin, pulling back only when Billy inhales sharply, and then repeating the touch more softly with his lips. He keeps at it until the backs of Billy's knees hit the bed and Billy's fingers dig into Dominic's skin to steady them both. Dominic blinks as if waking up, but Billy's lips turn up again in that smile of half-challenge and Dominic leans forward and lets his weight settle them both down to Billy's mattress.
Billy turns Dominic on to his back, forgetting his original plan for the moment and letting his hips shift against Dominic's, dragging their bodies together and almost laughing in unfamiliar pleasure when they keep surprising each other with touches and glances and words that never entirely form. Dominic's curiosity is as infectious as everything else he's shown Billy tonight, and when Dominic brushes his lips against Billy's skin, Billy mirrors the gesture harder on Dominic's own, pushing at Dominic's pull until finally Billy turns himself, urging Dominic on top of him, tearing kisses from Dominic's lips. When they stop to breathe, Billy places Dominic's hand on his cock, red and damp and hot, and he kisses him once more. "Your mouth, Dominic, you're fucking brilliant and I want you to go again--"
Dominic trails his fingers over Billy’s cock, stroking, listening as Billy’s breath catches. He begins to descend, kissing, dragging his teeth over the bones of Billy's ribs and feeling Billy squirm in response. He smiles, his nervousness dissipating as he returns to a task he knows he is good at. He takes his time, plunging his tongue into Billy’s navel, twisting and stroking Billy's cock with his hand, thrilling at the sounds coming from above him. He moves his body in between Billy’s legs, sweeping his tongue over the head of Billy's cock again. “Like this, Billy? Is this good?”
Billy nods but doesn't speak, his eyes closed and his hand dropping to Dominic's hair, tugging at it now with every stroke of Dominic's hand and tongue. Any thought of safety or sanity has vanished from Billy's head now; the entire university administration could come walking through his bedroom and Billy would not make Dominic stop. Dominic's mouth is something beyond talented, something beyond just good, and that he has to wonder whether Billy finds this anything but perfect makes Billy flex his fingers harder. "Like that," Billy finally says, the words dry and cracked in his throat, and then Billy releases a gasp that surprises him far more than Dominic, forcing him to push up and almost knock Dominic away. "Sorry, sorry, don't stop--"
Now Dominic has no problem in looking Billy in the eye as he drags the back of his hand slowly across his mouth, and Billy holds his breath until Dominic throws him a confident, tigerish smile and returns to his work. Billy keeps his eyes open this time, measuring the differences between now and hours ago. In his office, Billy had been concentrating on little more than the concentration itself--the feeling of rapacious power behind what he was allowing Dominic to do. Now, Billy watches with something warm and new curling in his stomach, something inviting. "Dom, wait, I can't--" Billy bears down and pulls at Dominic's hair, his shoulders, dragging Dominic back up to face him. "Not now, not yet." Billy runs a hand through his now sweaty hair and lets his head fall back on the pillow, breathing hard. "We need--Christ, I can't move, I didn't think--"
Billy pushes Dominic up slowly so he can sit, and he tries to ignore the tension in his own body as he turns to the nightstand. It's been months since Billy's last had anyone in this bed, and Billy closes his eyes for a second, praying he's going to find what he needs. He's hardly opened the drawer since Andrew left, and certainly hadn't thought he'd have reason to question its inventory for a long time to come.
Kneeling on the bed behind Billy, Dominic wipes the sweat from his face and rubs his hands on his thighs. When Billy turns toward the nightstand, Dominic gently runs his hand over Billy's back, wanting to feel Billy's skin under his fingers. Billy ducks his head at Dominic's touch but then turns back to face him, pressing the bottle of lube into Dominic's hand. He doesn't give either of them the chance to question anything more before he tears open the condom package, keeping his eyes on Dominic. Dominic's hands shake as he tries to open the bottle, and he gives up on it for the moment when the mattress shifts as Billy leans forward to roll the condom onto Dominic’s cock.
Billy takes the bottle back from Dominic's loosened grip, and then he curves Dominic's hand slightly, drizzling the liquid onto Dominic's fingers and his own before his hand finds Dominic's cock again. Billy takes a deep breath at the rush of impatience in his blood, willing it not to show itself in his touch, and then he leans back, pulling Dominic down with him to the mattress.
"Go on," Billy murmurs. "Slow as you need." Billy takes Dominic's hand in his own and leads it to his cock, wrapping Dominic's fingers around it gently. His lips turn up slightly in a smile at Dominic's nervous touch, but when Dominic slides his slick finger over Billy's cock, his touch gentle, Billy shivers. Dominic's touches continue, more exploratory now and more certain, too, as he leans down to shower kisses over Billy's face.
When Billy's legs fall open and Dominic feels Billy's hand nudging his own lower, he takes a deep breath and pushes one finger inside Billy, watching his expression. He begins to kiss down Billy's chest, lingering first over one nipple and then the other, working his fingers at the same time--first just the one, pressing, exploring, curving gently before Dominic braves a second and third, using the sounds Billy is making as a guide. Kissing and licking his way back up to Billy's mouth, Dominic feels Billy's hands pushing his own away and Billy's legs pulling him closer. Dominic watches Billy's face closely as he brushes his cock just at Billy's entrance, and the question in Dominic's eyes is enough that he doesn't need to speak it aloud. Billy nods and draws in breath between his teeth rather than bite out demands that Dominic not wonder, not overthink anything, not now. Dominic's hands are almost as talented as his lips, but Billy needs more now; better, he wants it. He reaches down to Dominic's hips, guiding him forward and inside, slowly. Billy hisses at his own body's resistance, forces himself not to bear down and end this before it's begun.
They trade small shifts, little movements that make the bed creak gently and the bedclothes wrinkle and catch beneath them. Dominic's almost there now, and Billy relaxes, breathing deep and desperate for more of Dominic's touch but wanting Dominic to pick up a rhythm first; he wants to see the change come over Dominic's face when he realizes that he can do this, that it's long past good-that it can be fucking brilliant and that Billy wants it as much as he does, as he has. "There, there," Billy gasps when Dominic is flush against him, his body shaking a little. "Jesus. There."
Dominic gives a short jerk of his head to show he understands, but he's afraid to breathe, to put too much weight on Billy. When he finally moves again, it's experimental at first--drawing back and thrusting shallowly, watching Billy and only being encouraged by the pleasure that plays on his lips. Dominic pulls one of Billy's legs higher on his hip, changing the angle slightly to set a rhythm. It's almost enough to make him lose what control he has, and he struggles to hold himself together, to enjoy this while he has the chance.
When Dominic shifts above Billy, finding a pace that suits him, Billy breathes in deep and hard and reaches for Dominic's shoulders, his back, anything to keep their contact, though it's hard for him to meet Dominic's eyes like this, when he knows Dominic could read things in his eyes Billy's not sure he's prepared to share or show. Billy can feel the sweat break out on his body and in his hair, the trembling in his own legs as Dominic pushes. He tugs at Dominic's arm, pulling him closer, and tucks his right leg in tight to Dominic's hip to urge him on. Billy's hand closes around Dominic's bicep, kneading the flesh there while Billy catches his breath and finds the strength to grab at Dominic's hair, bringing him down for a messy, violent kiss. The change of angle surprises Billy enough that he releases a raw, broken little sound against Dominic's mouth and he raises his hips, pushing against Dominic just as hard. "Fuck, Dom, there--"
Dominic tries to hold the kiss for a bit longer--trying to swallow Billy's cries--but has to give it up, gasping for breath. He rocks back and forth hard, repeatedly, the heat and friction making his body sweat and shake as he moves toward his orgasm. His hand finds Billy's cock, and he tries to match the movements of his hips with Billy's, trying to bring Billy to the same end.
"Too soon. Can't--" Dominic feels awkward and uncoordinated--feels like a virgin. Burying his head against Billy's neck and arching his back, his thrusts become deeper--slower but harder. He feels it throughout his body, tips his head back to cry out--his spine feeling electrified as the heat of Billy's body surrounds him.
Billy stops breathing just for a moment when Dominic throws his head back, and his own thoughts fly away when his body clenches hard around Dominic, and he holds Dominic's arms in a fierce grip, trying to steady Dominic before he falls. And then Billy feels it, too, the rushing, desperate, perfect heat in his back, his stomach as he comes. His legs tighten around Dominic's waist and pull him down harder than before, trapping Dominic, keeping them so close that they share the same shocked, deep breaths.
Dominic is shaking above him, heavy on Billy's body and slick with sweat. Billy tries to find the air enough in his lungs to say something to calm him, but settles instead for pushing his hand one last time through Dominic's hair as he forces his eyes to focus elsewhere, anywhere, rather than just close and send him to sleep. "There you are," Billy says, exhausted now and staring at the spidery lines in his ceiling. "There, Dom. There and here."
to be continued
Authors: escribo and kiltsandlollies
Characters: Dominic/Billy
Rating: adult
Word count: 3806
Summary: Continuing from here.
Index
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; the recognizable people in the story belong to themselves and have never performed the actions portrayed here. I do not know the actors nor am I associated with them in any way. If you are underage, please do not read this story. I am not making any profit from these stories, nor do I mean any harm.
Emboldened by Billy’s arousal, by his kisses, Dominic pulls his t-shirt over his head and drops it onto the floor before again attacking Billy’s neck with kisses and tongue and teeth. This he is sure of, his skill to please with touches rather than his ability to impress Billy with conversation, which he is sure is what will prove a relationship impossible. For right now, he pushes away those worries and instead kneels between Billy’s legs and unbuttons Billy’s shirt with sure fingers, spreading the fabric open and bending to lick and suck, his words mumbled against Billy’s warm skin. “Wasn't too hard to make. I want to be here."
"Here," Billy says, just watching Dominic's movements now, not wanting to interrupt the restless slide of Dominic's fingers. "Not with your friends?"
Dominic raises up from his happy task and braces himself with a hand on the arm of the couch, bearing his weight with ease. He brushes the tips of his fingers against the stubble on Billy's cheeks, his eyes wide and his voice soft. “My friends don’t treat me like you do, Billy. They think I’m funny and fun but a fuck-up. Everyone waits for me to cock it up, to laugh at what Dom's done now, but you never have. I couldn’t--" Dominic pauses, spreads his hand open on Billy's chest. He licks his lips out of nervousness, not quite believing that he's chosen now to say all of this to Billy but unable to stop. "I wanted that for my own even if--even if it's just for tonight. I wanted you. This. I've never told anyone--not my friends--because I didn't want anyone to laugh because I had a crush on a teacher."
"Is that what this is?" Billy's accent sounds thick and calm to Dominic's ears; it's curious, not angered or even surprised. "A crush?"
"No," Dominic whispers, his focus on Billy's lips. "I'm past crushes." Dominic kisses Billy then, crawling up slightly and pushing Billy into the arm of the couch until Billy's hands slide into Dominic's hair and pull him down, taking control of the kiss, and Dominic lets him. When they pull away, Dominic works his way with kisses down Billy's chest again, his hand playing at the waist of Billy's trousers.
A warm flush crawls its way up Billy's skin, until he knows his throat is mottled red and his cheeks are dark with need. Dominic's mouth is one of the more powerful weapons Billy's ever known, and Dominic's confidence in its power is palpable and contagious. Billy breathes hard when Dominic's lips apply pressure to his chest, drawing blood up under the skin, and Billy makes an effort to neither flinch nor urge Dominic too quickly toward more and harder; whatever happens from here and now, Billy would prefer it happen at Dominic's pace.
That preference doesn't keep Billy from shifting forward and bending a little, letting his hand fall to Dominic's waist to work open Dominic's jeans. His hand falters, though, and Billy pushes his fingers instead inside Dominic's waistband, inside the heat he finds there, and Billy lets out a pleased, excited little breath when his fingers catch and twist in already damp hair. Dominic tenses, and Billy presses a kiss to his throat, murmuring words he doesn't altogether intend for Dominic to hear, thrumming secrets against Dominic's skin, and Dominic grins as his body twists into and against Billy’s hand. He holds Billy’s face between shaky hands, trying to kiss and breathe at the same time, trying to keep his giddiness inside. Months, Billy has wanted him; Dominic had felt it from the moment he'd caught Billy's stare in the car, and he knows now that the conversation with Gian had served only as more confirmation. Months. Dominic’s mind supplies him with an instant flash of what could have been, what will possibly be now. He wants to laugh and cry, wants to not focus on the possibility that this night is all he has. Reminded of them, every mark Billy has already caused burns and when he opens his eyes to look into Billy’s, they are bright with desire.
“The secret of reaping the greatest enjoyment--no, what is it? Greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously. Remember, Billy?” Dominic laughs breathlessly, laughs because if he doesn't he'll cry with the joy of this. Pressing his mouth against Billy’s, kissing deeply, he pushes his hips forward, trapping Billy’s hand between skin and denim. He has never been good at withholding his emotions even though it has sometimes caused him pain in the past. He knows he’s already said too much, too soon but can't help himself--would split his soul wide open to Billy given half a chance. “Nietzsche. You read that to me. To the class, but you meant it for me. I heard you speaking to me. I want this so much, Billy.”
He chokes on his words as Billy’s hand moves faster on him but holds back, his body slicked with sweat, taut with tension. His hand claws at Billy’s shirt, his fingernails leaving trails across Billy’s back. “Let me--please. Fuck me. Just, please--"
Billy covers Dominic's mouth with his own, quieting him for as long as it takes for them to tumble onto the floor and for Billy to push them both down to the rug in front of Billy's small fireplace. Dominic's hands are rough, his need so fervent that Billy fights to control both himself and Dominic now. The struggle's hard fought though it doesn't last long; Billy's fingers move from the thick folds of Dominic's jeans to around the wiry strength of Dominic's wrists, and Dominic exhales and closes his eyes, going still beneath Billy. "Too soon," Billy murmurs, "you're not, you can't--" Dominic shakes his head wildly and reaches to bring Billy back down to him for a harder kiss, one meant to push away Billy's doubts with some force. He can feel Billy struggling with it; the tension in Billy's back and shoulders has ratcheted up and doesn't lessen even when Dominic presses his fingers deeply into Billy's skin. When Dominic opens his eyes, he catches Billy staring again and holds that gaze until Billy breaks it, gritting his teeth and ducking his head before he's shifting to his knees, tugging at Dominic's belt loops, bringing him to stand.
"Not again," Billy grits out, and for a moment Dominic's skin prickles with fear, but Billy's still moving them, skirting around furniture and jostling bowls and CDs and books as they pass. "Not again on a damn floor; bed, come on."
It's like every ridiculous movie Billy's ever seen, the way he walks them to the bedroom, stopping every few seconds to mark Dominic's skin with his tongue and teeth. His hands travel all over Dominic's body while Dominic grins, his own hands roving as they move down the hall, their shoulders and hips bumping into the walls and tilting the large, framed photographs Billy's arranged down the length of the passage. Everything about the little house seems to fit Billy perfectly and Dominic already feels at home here, as he does anytime he is with Billy. But that is a thought he keeps in check, knowing that even if he is granted a second or third time with Billy, that he will not be offered a home here--that he will not become a part of Billy’s life. That thought makes his actions a bit desperate, and he's frustrated by Billy’s attempts to slow him down.
There's a method to at least this much of Billy's madness, though, and he stops them at the doorway of his darkened bedroom and holds Dominic's face in his hands, reading Dominic's eyes for any last sign of apprehension while he works to ignore his own. The thought of fucking Dominic again the way he most wants to isn't as pleasant as it could be, because Billy knows what he could do to Dominic, and on top of what he's already done, it might be at best unkind and at worst hard enough that Dominic would regret ever having returned to Billy's office this afternoon and having begun this. The alternative is easier for Billy to imagine, if more of a risk to himself, and Billy's suddenly reminded of how he'd felt just before they'd left his office, how much he'd wanted these tables turned on him. Dominic looks now as if he's holding his breath again, waiting Billy out, and Billy takes a breath before he speaks. "I want you," he says again, to reassure both of them and to hear the certainty in his own voice when he continues more softly. "I want you to fuck me."
"I've never topped before," Dominic whispers and then, overwhelmed and feeling the heat of a blush he'd rather Billy not see, buries his face into the side of Billy’s neck and breathes in deeply rather than see the wrong thing in Billy's reaction. For a moment, he can't speak--can't answer--and, suddenly shy again, kisses Billy's throat as he attempts to gather his courage. For all his fucking around, it's not something Dominic's ever done before, thinking it, no matter the logic, too intimate, but now that it's on offer, he finds that he wants it. As he fights down his nerves, he rests his hand at Billy's waist and lifts his head though he finds he's still unable to meet Billy's eyes.
A small, quiet part of his mind tells Billy that he shouldn't be surprised by this, the same quiet part that echoes things Dominic's told him, but nevertheless Billy tilts his head back against the doorjamb, gritting his teeth slightly in silent frustration and feeling the flush rise up in his face. "Doesn't matter," he says, and his own voice sounds strange to him, raspy and wrong, but Billy pushes on with it, unwilling to let go of the idea or Dominic. "Doesn't. We'll just--go slow, yeah? If you don't want--I can just--fuck. Fuck."
Billy bites off his words and pulls Dominic inside his bedroom, unable to find the right words anymore. Dominic moves with Billy, finding that the room's both more and less of a wreck than Dominic had seen the night of the presentations, and he strains to see what he can in the dimmed light of the lamp on Billy's nighttable. There are more clothes strewn around than before, but fewer rumpled pillows; there are fewer abandoned water glasses, but far more abandoned books. Billy doesn't follow Dominic's gaze around the darknened room; it seems as if he can't see anything but what and whom he has in front of him, and Dominic feels warmed through by the attention of Billy's eyes and hands, relaxing again underneath it and reaching to slide his hands back inside Billy's open shirt.
Dominic hadn't been allowed a proper chance at this in Billy's office, and he wants to do it right, now. He takes his time getting the shirt off Billy's body, more careful this go around with the buttons of both shirt and half-opened trousers. Billy's skin is warmer now than even just moments ago in the front room; everything about Billy seems to be softening around the edges under Dominic's hands, and there's a power in that that Dominic recognizes even as it frightens him a little. It's something he can believe in and hold on to when he starts to think that Billy might stop this when he comes to his senses. Dominic can't force that not to happen, but he believes he can delay it as long as he can touch Billy, as long as Billy's still within reach.
Billy's body is different from others Dominic's held or been held to. He's already seen and felt the strength of Billy's arms and legs and palmed the plane of Billy's back and shoulders, but Dominic finds that Billy's softer elsewhere, rounded and smooth where Dominic is all sharp arches and angles of muscle and bone. Dominic slides his fingers across freckles and old scars on Billy's skin, pulling back only when Billy inhales sharply, and then repeating the touch more softly with his lips. He keeps at it until the backs of Billy's knees hit the bed and Billy's fingers dig into Dominic's skin to steady them both. Dominic blinks as if waking up, but Billy's lips turn up again in that smile of half-challenge and Dominic leans forward and lets his weight settle them both down to Billy's mattress.
Billy turns Dominic on to his back, forgetting his original plan for the moment and letting his hips shift against Dominic's, dragging their bodies together and almost laughing in unfamiliar pleasure when they keep surprising each other with touches and glances and words that never entirely form. Dominic's curiosity is as infectious as everything else he's shown Billy tonight, and when Dominic brushes his lips against Billy's skin, Billy mirrors the gesture harder on Dominic's own, pushing at Dominic's pull until finally Billy turns himself, urging Dominic on top of him, tearing kisses from Dominic's lips. When they stop to breathe, Billy places Dominic's hand on his cock, red and damp and hot, and he kisses him once more. "Your mouth, Dominic, you're fucking brilliant and I want you to go again--"
Dominic trails his fingers over Billy’s cock, stroking, listening as Billy’s breath catches. He begins to descend, kissing, dragging his teeth over the bones of Billy's ribs and feeling Billy squirm in response. He smiles, his nervousness dissipating as he returns to a task he knows he is good at. He takes his time, plunging his tongue into Billy’s navel, twisting and stroking Billy's cock with his hand, thrilling at the sounds coming from above him. He moves his body in between Billy’s legs, sweeping his tongue over the head of Billy's cock again. “Like this, Billy? Is this good?”
Billy nods but doesn't speak, his eyes closed and his hand dropping to Dominic's hair, tugging at it now with every stroke of Dominic's hand and tongue. Any thought of safety or sanity has vanished from Billy's head now; the entire university administration could come walking through his bedroom and Billy would not make Dominic stop. Dominic's mouth is something beyond talented, something beyond just good, and that he has to wonder whether Billy finds this anything but perfect makes Billy flex his fingers harder. "Like that," Billy finally says, the words dry and cracked in his throat, and then Billy releases a gasp that surprises him far more than Dominic, forcing him to push up and almost knock Dominic away. "Sorry, sorry, don't stop--"
Now Dominic has no problem in looking Billy in the eye as he drags the back of his hand slowly across his mouth, and Billy holds his breath until Dominic throws him a confident, tigerish smile and returns to his work. Billy keeps his eyes open this time, measuring the differences between now and hours ago. In his office, Billy had been concentrating on little more than the concentration itself--the feeling of rapacious power behind what he was allowing Dominic to do. Now, Billy watches with something warm and new curling in his stomach, something inviting. "Dom, wait, I can't--" Billy bears down and pulls at Dominic's hair, his shoulders, dragging Dominic back up to face him. "Not now, not yet." Billy runs a hand through his now sweaty hair and lets his head fall back on the pillow, breathing hard. "We need--Christ, I can't move, I didn't think--"
Billy pushes Dominic up slowly so he can sit, and he tries to ignore the tension in his own body as he turns to the nightstand. It's been months since Billy's last had anyone in this bed, and Billy closes his eyes for a second, praying he's going to find what he needs. He's hardly opened the drawer since Andrew left, and certainly hadn't thought he'd have reason to question its inventory for a long time to come.
Kneeling on the bed behind Billy, Dominic wipes the sweat from his face and rubs his hands on his thighs. When Billy turns toward the nightstand, Dominic gently runs his hand over Billy's back, wanting to feel Billy's skin under his fingers. Billy ducks his head at Dominic's touch but then turns back to face him, pressing the bottle of lube into Dominic's hand. He doesn't give either of them the chance to question anything more before he tears open the condom package, keeping his eyes on Dominic. Dominic's hands shake as he tries to open the bottle, and he gives up on it for the moment when the mattress shifts as Billy leans forward to roll the condom onto Dominic’s cock.
Billy takes the bottle back from Dominic's loosened grip, and then he curves Dominic's hand slightly, drizzling the liquid onto Dominic's fingers and his own before his hand finds Dominic's cock again. Billy takes a deep breath at the rush of impatience in his blood, willing it not to show itself in his touch, and then he leans back, pulling Dominic down with him to the mattress.
"Go on," Billy murmurs. "Slow as you need." Billy takes Dominic's hand in his own and leads it to his cock, wrapping Dominic's fingers around it gently. His lips turn up slightly in a smile at Dominic's nervous touch, but when Dominic slides his slick finger over Billy's cock, his touch gentle, Billy shivers. Dominic's touches continue, more exploratory now and more certain, too, as he leans down to shower kisses over Billy's face.
When Billy's legs fall open and Dominic feels Billy's hand nudging his own lower, he takes a deep breath and pushes one finger inside Billy, watching his expression. He begins to kiss down Billy's chest, lingering first over one nipple and then the other, working his fingers at the same time--first just the one, pressing, exploring, curving gently before Dominic braves a second and third, using the sounds Billy is making as a guide. Kissing and licking his way back up to Billy's mouth, Dominic feels Billy's hands pushing his own away and Billy's legs pulling him closer. Dominic watches Billy's face closely as he brushes his cock just at Billy's entrance, and the question in Dominic's eyes is enough that he doesn't need to speak it aloud. Billy nods and draws in breath between his teeth rather than bite out demands that Dominic not wonder, not overthink anything, not now. Dominic's hands are almost as talented as his lips, but Billy needs more now; better, he wants it. He reaches down to Dominic's hips, guiding him forward and inside, slowly. Billy hisses at his own body's resistance, forces himself not to bear down and end this before it's begun.
They trade small shifts, little movements that make the bed creak gently and the bedclothes wrinkle and catch beneath them. Dominic's almost there now, and Billy relaxes, breathing deep and desperate for more of Dominic's touch but wanting Dominic to pick up a rhythm first; he wants to see the change come over Dominic's face when he realizes that he can do this, that it's long past good-that it can be fucking brilliant and that Billy wants it as much as he does, as he has. "There, there," Billy gasps when Dominic is flush against him, his body shaking a little. "Jesus. There."
Dominic gives a short jerk of his head to show he understands, but he's afraid to breathe, to put too much weight on Billy. When he finally moves again, it's experimental at first--drawing back and thrusting shallowly, watching Billy and only being encouraged by the pleasure that plays on his lips. Dominic pulls one of Billy's legs higher on his hip, changing the angle slightly to set a rhythm. It's almost enough to make him lose what control he has, and he struggles to hold himself together, to enjoy this while he has the chance.
When Dominic shifts above Billy, finding a pace that suits him, Billy breathes in deep and hard and reaches for Dominic's shoulders, his back, anything to keep their contact, though it's hard for him to meet Dominic's eyes like this, when he knows Dominic could read things in his eyes Billy's not sure he's prepared to share or show. Billy can feel the sweat break out on his body and in his hair, the trembling in his own legs as Dominic pushes. He tugs at Dominic's arm, pulling him closer, and tucks his right leg in tight to Dominic's hip to urge him on. Billy's hand closes around Dominic's bicep, kneading the flesh there while Billy catches his breath and finds the strength to grab at Dominic's hair, bringing him down for a messy, violent kiss. The change of angle surprises Billy enough that he releases a raw, broken little sound against Dominic's mouth and he raises his hips, pushing against Dominic just as hard. "Fuck, Dom, there--"
Dominic tries to hold the kiss for a bit longer--trying to swallow Billy's cries--but has to give it up, gasping for breath. He rocks back and forth hard, repeatedly, the heat and friction making his body sweat and shake as he moves toward his orgasm. His hand finds Billy's cock, and he tries to match the movements of his hips with Billy's, trying to bring Billy to the same end.
"Too soon. Can't--" Dominic feels awkward and uncoordinated--feels like a virgin. Burying his head against Billy's neck and arching his back, his thrusts become deeper--slower but harder. He feels it throughout his body, tips his head back to cry out--his spine feeling electrified as the heat of Billy's body surrounds him.
Billy stops breathing just for a moment when Dominic throws his head back, and his own thoughts fly away when his body clenches hard around Dominic, and he holds Dominic's arms in a fierce grip, trying to steady Dominic before he falls. And then Billy feels it, too, the rushing, desperate, perfect heat in his back, his stomach as he comes. His legs tighten around Dominic's waist and pull him down harder than before, trapping Dominic, keeping them so close that they share the same shocked, deep breaths.
Dominic is shaking above him, heavy on Billy's body and slick with sweat. Billy tries to find the air enough in his lungs to say something to calm him, but settles instead for pushing his hand one last time through Dominic's hair as he forces his eyes to focus elsewhere, anywhere, rather than just close and send him to sleep. "There you are," Billy says, exhausted now and staring at the spidery lines in his ceiling. "There, Dom. There and here."
to be continued