Book 2, Chapter 6: Come and Take a Ride (2/3)
Title: Come and Take a Ride 2/3
Authors: escribo and kiltsandlollies
Characters: Dominic/Billy
Word count: 3722
Rating: Adult
Summary: Continues from here. A little roleplay never hurt anyone.
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.
Dominic sits up to look out at the picture before him. When he was younger, he'd been taken on trips to castles with his parents and with school classmates, but this trip and this castle are different, and Dominic can't decide if it's because of Billy's enthusiasm or some quality belonging solely to the place itself. He stares for a minute before he turns to smile at Billy, reaching out to touch Billy's arm before drawing back his hand.
"Definitely worth the drive. Beautiful day for it, too," Dominic says as he sits up and puts his shoes back on. "Custom ordered by the good professor, yeah? We'll be able to get lost in the gardens, maybe. Or find the stables and play nobleman and stable boy."
Billy's laugh bubbles up from his chest at Dominic's unexpected comment and Dominic turns back toward him, watching him laugh then leaning over to kiss his cheek. He catches himself before the words I love you tumble out of his mouth and he forces himself to just smile but feels his heart is in his throat.
Once out of the car, Billy hands Dominic their bag of provisions and slings his camera bag over his shoulder. "There's about a five minute walk from here," he says, scanning the horizon with one hand over his eyes. "There's the main gate off to that side of the grounds, but I know a quieter way inside. We won't be nearly so bothered, and it's actually a better view." He turns to face Dominic, his smile cheeky again. "Not that I won't be showing you everything here. Maybe you'll show me everything, too. No reason why we should confine ourselves to the stables or gardens."
Billy starts up the hill before turning back and beckoning Dominic to join him. "We'll just clear this rise and we're in. Come on, while the light's perfect."
The grounds are beautiful--well tended and still green despite the growing lateness of the season. The gravel of the pathway crunches beneath their feet, and it feels as though the ages are stripping back. For a while, they follow the path of hedges until an opening, almost hidden in the growth, shows them a path inside. Dominic ducks a bit as Billy holds back the fluttering branches of a tree, and now Dominic can see a small pond surrounded by trees with the castle in the background. They stop and watch as a swan float lazily on the water. It seems to Dominic a place where loud voices would not be welcomed and so Dominic whispers, not wishing to destroy the peace. "Have you sought out all the best places in England, Billy, and plan to show them to me one by one?"
Billy smiles at Dominic's question and beckons him again, guiding Dominic around the water's edge. He's more than aware of the principle that states experiencing life's older pleasures with someone new makes those pleasures new and strong again, but there's got to be something more to this, something Billy doesn't have the strength to admit to himself yet. "I've had more than enough time to discover places like this. I don't have many friends, as it were, and I love to drive. And out here," Billy throws a hand out expansively. "Tramping around is how I want to spend the weekends when I'm not under piles of paper. I get away from that campus and that town and don't come back until I absolutely have to. Look, there." Billy points to a small grove of trees far to the left, just barely in the shadow of the castle. "Last year, around April or so, I spent a night under those trees. Crawled up the branches and waited out the last guard patrol high up in the leaves, then slept on the grass. Best sleep I'd had in months, that. Magnificent."
Dominic laughs at the thought of Billy sleeping under the shadow of the castle, of hiding in the branches of a tree. He wishes silently that he had been there--had been curled up with his head against Billy's chest, listening to his heartbeat and counting the stars. They clear another rise, and are faced with the back of the castle. Billy retrieves his camera from his bag, the distraction making it easier for him to continue. "My thoughts settle here, and I suppose I wanted yours to settle, too." Billy thumbs the buttons on the back of his camera, raising it to capture Dominic in the viewfinder. So involved is Dominic with his fantasy that he doesn't realize what Billy's doing until he hears the click. "There's a lot I could show you, given time," Billy tells him now. "Give us a smile, Dom."
Lowering his head, Dominic smiles, the blush settling upon his cheeks, but when he hears the click again and a third time, he looks up, his eyes filled with love and adoration. Billy watches as Dominic's blush goes rosy in natural light, softer and different from the result of its appearance when they're in bed or across a table from one another. Dominic is truly a piece of fine physical work, though he doesn't often seem to realize it; Billy realizes it and then some, and has in the last few days had to ignore a stab of jealousy when Dominic's smile and laugh and, yes, body have all attracted the attention of his fellow students. But right now, Dominic is his, captured in the frame of Billy's camera and casting soft, blue-grey stares in Billy's direction.
"I haven't shown you half of what I can, and there's more of you I want shown to me. But I'm not on any schedule, Dom; are you?" Billy's eyebrows rise in a mild challenge, and his smile widens further at Dominic's blush creeping over the rest of his face. "We should keep moving before I do something reckless. Can you take this for a minute?" Billy hands the camera to Dominic as he readjusts his pack. They begin to walk again, entering the castle through a quiet walkway, and Billy looks up at the ramparts, at history he's able to touch.
"Look, Dom. It's picture perfect on the outside, yeah? But here inside, the truth will out. It took such damage, but the castle's still beautiful in its own way. This place was covered in ivy for years before they undertook restoration. It would have been eaten up by time were it not for a few who cared-and this was all before the Trust came in to own the place." Billy's voice rises, excited and passionate, and he doesn't see the little group of tourists smiling amusedly at him. "And it fell under siege during the Wars of the Roses, one of my favourite-I sound like a TV presenter. But I love it here, Dom, I do." Billy steps closer to Dominic. "Come on, we need some shots of the Screens Passage. Lovely arches. Let's have you under them."
Dominic smiles, his blush never leaving his cheeks as Billy attracts them attention. This is a first, and Dominic is well aware of it: he and Billy are together in a place that is not filled with people but holds enough tourists and interested locals that Billy's garnering them amused glances-and some rather less amused. And Billy doesn't seem to mind at all.
Letting his imagination take over, Dominic pretends that they are out together-that they are a regular couple. As the hours pass, Billy makes a simple outing to a castle more enjoyable than any of Dominic's school trips had ever been. His patience in explaining things exhibits itself well, and his charm in getting Dominic to pose for picture after picture is not wasted. The end result is that Dominic finds himself feeling the impossible: even more in love with Billy than he had when he woke that morning.
Finally, Billy stops and sits on a low bench in the gardens to change the film in his camera, and Dominic takes advantage of both Billy's mood and the relative peace they've found to throw himself on the ground at Billy's feet. He rests his head against Billy's knee, closing his eyes. Billy takes his time reloading his final roll of film, enjoying the warm sun on his back and the feeling of Dominic resting his head on his knee. All afternoon, Dominic's seemed to have enjoyed himself, and now that they've walked for what feels like hours, Billy relishes the slight twinges in his legs, happy to have had the chance to be outside and absorb this day, especially with Dominic at his side. There are only a few straggling visitors off in the distance of their view, and Billy wills them gone, not with malice, but just out of the desire for even more quiet, more privacy and time. He's almost dropped his hand to fall into Dominic's hair when Dominic speaks.
"It was right over there, wasn't it?" Dominic asks, his thoughts far away.
"What was?"
Dominic laughs at the confusion in Billy's voice, knowing that Billy's searching his memories for a story he's told. Turning bright eyes toward Billy, Dominic smiles. "It was right there, underneath that arch that leads to the mazes, where the master of the house first noticed the new boy working in his gardens." Pleased with his thoughts--where the story building in his head is taking him--Dominic stands up and walks toward the bower. He drops the bag he's been carrying and pulls off his shirt, watching from the corner of his eye as Billy's face pales a little and he looks over his shoulder for the now vanished tourists before turning back to Dominic. "He's had his shirt off," Dominic continues. "Because it was so hot that day, yeah? Even though it wasn't allowed. And when he saw his master, he disappeared into the maze."
With a grin and a wink, Dominic ducks under the bower and into the maze, disappearing quickly around a corner but not wandering too far away. Billy looks around again quickly to make sure they've not been seen, and then he shoves their belongings-including Dominic's sacrificed shirt-into the camera bag and Dominic's rucksack, tucking everything behind an enormous hedge. Billy stands over the bags and swallows a little prayer that his camera, if nothing else, will still be there when they return, and he considers the small and large dangers of what they're doing before he ducks under the arch himself to follow Dominic.
"You've been seen, Dom," Billy murmurs as he moves through the sculpted hedges. "You've been caught. And you know better than to run from me." Billy turns one corner quickly and then another, his voice going low in keeping with Dominic's story, his game, this chase. Billy's smile thins when he catches a flash of denim, of tanned skin, and hears Dominic breathing two hedgerows away. "To think I was going to let you choose your punishment, too. When I catch you-and I will, let's not pretend otherwise-you'll regret running."
The day has turned quite warm, much warmer than expected, and the sun on Dominic's back feels wonderful as he stands, tensed and ready to run--watching. Darting off again at the sound of the threat in Billy's voice, Dominic finds himself caught in a dead end with an old, weathered statue of Athena for company. He circles around her, his hands on her shoulders as if for protection. The smooth stone is cool against his chest and he presses his lips against the statue, waiting. When Billy steps from the hedges and blocks the pathway out, Dominic has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Billy can't see him just yet, and so Dominic stands still and waits to be found.
This is one of many dead ends in the maze, Billy knows. And Dominic can be nowhere but here, unless he's managed to silently climb a hedge-a little unlikely. Billy tilts his head, staring down the path at the tall, broad statue, and smiles. He can see Dominic's hair, sticking out bright from behind grey stone, and then two of Dominic's fingers, curled around the statue's left arm.
"Athena," Billy sighs. "Give me wisdom. Tell me why I have a boy who runs from me every chance he gets. Tell me why I shouldn't punish him until rosy-fingered dawn wakes us." Billy stops in front of the statue before he moves around the stone to turn Dominic so his back is pressed against Athena's and Billy's hands are on either side of his arms, trapping him loosely. "Going to keep running? Do I need to make it worth your while to stay?"
"I'll stay," Dominic answers, meeting Billy's challenge while he relaxes against the stone goddess. He meets Billy's eyes for only a second, however, before sliding back into his role. "If you want me to."
Putting his hands on Billy's hips, Dominic leans forward to press a soft kiss to the corner of Billy's mouth then to the other side. "It's very warm out. The sun felt so good on my skin after all the rain." Dominic slides his fingertips underneath the waist of Billy's trousers, still not meeting his eyes. "None of the ladies come down to the gardens in midday. I thought I wouldn't be seen. No one expected you to be home so soon."
With a shy twist of his lips, Dominic looks up and meets Billy's eyes--the only part of him that is unable to keep character, and instead of being filled with fear at discovery, are still bright. "I'll accept my punishment if it keeps me in your company."
"You'll do a lot more than accept it," Billy laughs. "I don't think the ladies should be your concern, though you're definitely one of theirs. I see them watching you in the morning while they breakfast." Billy murmurs in Dominic's ear, kneading his fingertips into the muscles of Dominic's shoulders. "They like the thought of your filthy hands staining their frocks."
Dominic inhales sharply, arching his back to feel more of Billy. "I've no interest in the ladies. It is only your eyes that I wish to have upon me, and your hands as well."
Billy shifts, sliding one leg between Dominic's and leaning into him, pressing Dominic against the statue. "Well, they have been, haven't they. And it doesn't get your work done any faster, does it. What d'you think I dream of when I see you out here, hmm? What do you dream when you look up and catch my eye?" Billy raises Dominic's hands above his head, holding them there with one hand around Dominic's wrists. "Tell me."
Dominic rubs his cheek against Billy's, nuzzling best as he is able. "I dream that you will take me, claim me as your own and let no other take your place. I would have you, m'lord, and hold you close to my heart in return. I would obey none other."
"Y'shouldn't be obeying anyone else in the first place." Billy stops his trail of kisses across Dominic's collarbone. "Good to know I needn't fear for my sister's honour, or that of her friends. But don't think you shouldn't fear for your own." Billy steps back again, letting one finger move smoothly down Dominic's chest to stop at his jeans. Billy hooks his finger into the waistband, tugging a little and watching Dominic arch up. Billy lowers his voice and leans in once more. "Keep your eyes open and your hands where they are."
Billy flicks open the button of Dominic's jeans, tugging the zipper down with an eagerness that surprises him before he gets himself under better control. Keeping his eyes locked on Dominic's, Billy sinks to his knees and rakes his fingers down Dominic's thighs. All thoughts of play are shaken from Dominic's mind at Billy's touch. The stone of the statue is warm from the sun, and he feels a tickling rivulet of sweat down his back, disappearing under the waistband of his jeans. He interlaces his fingers, stretching--keeping his shoulder blades against the statue but his hips straining toward Billy. Dominic watches Billy carefully, a smile on his lips. He's never been shown this much care, or a partner who hadn't laughed when he was feeling playful like this. More often, he was on his knees, using his body to beg for the affection that Billy always seems so willing to share. It is nearly enough to make him want to sink to his knees, to give what's being offered instead--to hold and be held. Those thoughts go the way of his game, however, when Billy's hands retrace their pattern up his thighs and back to the open zipper.
"What if someone finds us-" Dominic stammers, searching for something to say besides I love you. "'s a beautiful day," he adds as he looks up to the deep blue sky above them, sinking a bit further into Billy's caresses. "What if ... what if ... jesus, Billy."
"This is my land," Billy smiles, still thoroughly absorbed by Dominic's game even as he plunges his hand inside Dominic's jeans. "You may care for it, but it belongs to me-and I don't fear being found in this maze. Few ever make it this far around." Billy returns his attention on Dominic's cock, stroking slowly inside the denim before freeing it, heavy and thick in his hand. "Perfect," Billy breathes. "'s like you can't see yourself. You refuse to recognize what you are." Billy looks up as he pulls at Dominic's jeans, lowering them to nearly past his hips. "Steady," he says clearly. "Let me do this. For both of us."
Billy's tongue darts out to taste Dominic, to whip lightly over the tip of Dominic's cock. He lets out a little breath of pleasure before taking in just the head, humming softly as he settles there. His fingers play along the underside, stroking down the vein that jumps at his touch. When Billy pauses in his ministrations for another breath, his lips are wet and full, his eyes greedy.
"Perfect together, Billy. Me and you." Dominic lets one of his hands fall, resting it gently on Billy's head. He drags his fingers through Billy's hair and over the shell of his ear as he watches, fascinated by the way Billy's cheeks are drawn in as he swallows more of Dominic. If he had breath left in his lungs, Dominic could explain the many ways he is not perfect. But he can be still for this, his stomach drawn in with anticipation though keeping quiet is a hard thing. Dominic wants to cry out as he feels free to do when they are safe inside Billy's little house, but now consciously holds back, his words strangled and soft as the hand above his head scratches at the statue.
At the touch of Dominic's hand, Billy looks up, ready to scold him but rather unable to, not while watching Dominic's face flush and not while listening to him call them perfect. And in truth, they are perfect right now-the sun beating down on them, the hedges protecting them from every pair of eyes but their own, and the slow crackling tension between them-it's all perfect. Billy's never been so grateful for such a small idea. Billy closes his eyes, nudging against Dominic's hand and relaxing himself to take in as much of Dominic as he can. He hums gently again, knowing that if he were to open his eyes, he would see Dominic's stomach muscles fusing, clenched and, yes, perfect. After only a few moments, Billy pulls back, slowly, his palm rising to caress Dominic even as he does so.
"'m not going to stop," Billy murmurs. "So don't test me, Dominic. Give over for me."
Moving his gaze back up to Dominic's bright eyes, Billy flicks his tongue over the head of Dominic's cock once more before taking him back in entirely, his hands reaching around to cup Dominic's ass and keep him there. He's enjoying this more than he remembered was possible, and it's because Dominic is so willing to be taken like this that Billy can even surrender to this type of play. Yes, they could conceivably be caught, but Billy knows how to get them out of the maze should they need to make a quick escape, and Dominic looks too beautiful for Billy to even suggest they stop.
The small flick of Billy's tongue over his cock makes Dominic's knees weak--the feeling such a cliché that he wants to laugh but can't while trying to hold himself up ... not while he's fighting to keep from thrusting into Billy's mouth. He wants to tell Billy that he couldn't hold back if he wanted to, but his breathing is already laboured as Billy works his tongue and mouth--the sound stolen from his voice as Billy's fingers do more than cup. He slams his head back, mumbling a small curse before it's forgotten in the arch of his back and the half thrust of his hips that's arrested by Billy's hands pushing him back against the stone.
"Billy-" The name comes out as a plea and Dominic, the moment before he comes, opens his eyes again and stares up into the brilliant blue sky, feeling delivered. He whispers, the sound barely more than the movement of his lips, "Love you, Billy."
Then it's white, not blue, he sees. There's no sound except his own cries of pleasure, barely silenced, and the tension that had built in his stomach and thighs is released, only Billy's hands holding him upright. Billy holds on, knowing already even from limited experience that Dominic is never harder to restrain than at this point, and he feels Dominic shiver, tastes the result of all this fierce care on his tongue. Billy pulls back, relaxing his grip on Dominic and moving one hand to Dominic's thigh, keeping him steady. Billy doesn't let Dominic sink down, not yet, not until he's urged every bit of release from him, and then he paces Dominic's descent to his knees, letting Dominic fall at last, against his shoulder and chest.
"All forgiven, Dom," Billy laughs. "Rest a minute, yeah?"
to be continued.
Authors: escribo and kiltsandlollies
Characters: Dominic/Billy
Word count: 3722
Rating: Adult
Summary: Continues from here. A little roleplay never hurt anyone.
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.
Dominic sits up to look out at the picture before him. When he was younger, he'd been taken on trips to castles with his parents and with school classmates, but this trip and this castle are different, and Dominic can't decide if it's because of Billy's enthusiasm or some quality belonging solely to the place itself. He stares for a minute before he turns to smile at Billy, reaching out to touch Billy's arm before drawing back his hand.
"Definitely worth the drive. Beautiful day for it, too," Dominic says as he sits up and puts his shoes back on. "Custom ordered by the good professor, yeah? We'll be able to get lost in the gardens, maybe. Or find the stables and play nobleman and stable boy."
Billy's laugh bubbles up from his chest at Dominic's unexpected comment and Dominic turns back toward him, watching him laugh then leaning over to kiss his cheek. He catches himself before the words I love you tumble out of his mouth and he forces himself to just smile but feels his heart is in his throat.
Once out of the car, Billy hands Dominic their bag of provisions and slings his camera bag over his shoulder. "There's about a five minute walk from here," he says, scanning the horizon with one hand over his eyes. "There's the main gate off to that side of the grounds, but I know a quieter way inside. We won't be nearly so bothered, and it's actually a better view." He turns to face Dominic, his smile cheeky again. "Not that I won't be showing you everything here. Maybe you'll show me everything, too. No reason why we should confine ourselves to the stables or gardens."
Billy starts up the hill before turning back and beckoning Dominic to join him. "We'll just clear this rise and we're in. Come on, while the light's perfect."
The grounds are beautiful--well tended and still green despite the growing lateness of the season. The gravel of the pathway crunches beneath their feet, and it feels as though the ages are stripping back. For a while, they follow the path of hedges until an opening, almost hidden in the growth, shows them a path inside. Dominic ducks a bit as Billy holds back the fluttering branches of a tree, and now Dominic can see a small pond surrounded by trees with the castle in the background. They stop and watch as a swan float lazily on the water. It seems to Dominic a place where loud voices would not be welcomed and so Dominic whispers, not wishing to destroy the peace. "Have you sought out all the best places in England, Billy, and plan to show them to me one by one?"
Billy smiles at Dominic's question and beckons him again, guiding Dominic around the water's edge. He's more than aware of the principle that states experiencing life's older pleasures with someone new makes those pleasures new and strong again, but there's got to be something more to this, something Billy doesn't have the strength to admit to himself yet. "I've had more than enough time to discover places like this. I don't have many friends, as it were, and I love to drive. And out here," Billy throws a hand out expansively. "Tramping around is how I want to spend the weekends when I'm not under piles of paper. I get away from that campus and that town and don't come back until I absolutely have to. Look, there." Billy points to a small grove of trees far to the left, just barely in the shadow of the castle. "Last year, around April or so, I spent a night under those trees. Crawled up the branches and waited out the last guard patrol high up in the leaves, then slept on the grass. Best sleep I'd had in months, that. Magnificent."
Dominic laughs at the thought of Billy sleeping under the shadow of the castle, of hiding in the branches of a tree. He wishes silently that he had been there--had been curled up with his head against Billy's chest, listening to his heartbeat and counting the stars. They clear another rise, and are faced with the back of the castle. Billy retrieves his camera from his bag, the distraction making it easier for him to continue. "My thoughts settle here, and I suppose I wanted yours to settle, too." Billy thumbs the buttons on the back of his camera, raising it to capture Dominic in the viewfinder. So involved is Dominic with his fantasy that he doesn't realize what Billy's doing until he hears the click. "There's a lot I could show you, given time," Billy tells him now. "Give us a smile, Dom."
Lowering his head, Dominic smiles, the blush settling upon his cheeks, but when he hears the click again and a third time, he looks up, his eyes filled with love and adoration. Billy watches as Dominic's blush goes rosy in natural light, softer and different from the result of its appearance when they're in bed or across a table from one another. Dominic is truly a piece of fine physical work, though he doesn't often seem to realize it; Billy realizes it and then some, and has in the last few days had to ignore a stab of jealousy when Dominic's smile and laugh and, yes, body have all attracted the attention of his fellow students. But right now, Dominic is his, captured in the frame of Billy's camera and casting soft, blue-grey stares in Billy's direction.
"I haven't shown you half of what I can, and there's more of you I want shown to me. But I'm not on any schedule, Dom; are you?" Billy's eyebrows rise in a mild challenge, and his smile widens further at Dominic's blush creeping over the rest of his face. "We should keep moving before I do something reckless. Can you take this for a minute?" Billy hands the camera to Dominic as he readjusts his pack. They begin to walk again, entering the castle through a quiet walkway, and Billy looks up at the ramparts, at history he's able to touch.
"Look, Dom. It's picture perfect on the outside, yeah? But here inside, the truth will out. It took such damage, but the castle's still beautiful in its own way. This place was covered in ivy for years before they undertook restoration. It would have been eaten up by time were it not for a few who cared-and this was all before the Trust came in to own the place." Billy's voice rises, excited and passionate, and he doesn't see the little group of tourists smiling amusedly at him. "And it fell under siege during the Wars of the Roses, one of my favourite-I sound like a TV presenter. But I love it here, Dom, I do." Billy steps closer to Dominic. "Come on, we need some shots of the Screens Passage. Lovely arches. Let's have you under them."
Dominic smiles, his blush never leaving his cheeks as Billy attracts them attention. This is a first, and Dominic is well aware of it: he and Billy are together in a place that is not filled with people but holds enough tourists and interested locals that Billy's garnering them amused glances-and some rather less amused. And Billy doesn't seem to mind at all.
Letting his imagination take over, Dominic pretends that they are out together-that they are a regular couple. As the hours pass, Billy makes a simple outing to a castle more enjoyable than any of Dominic's school trips had ever been. His patience in explaining things exhibits itself well, and his charm in getting Dominic to pose for picture after picture is not wasted. The end result is that Dominic finds himself feeling the impossible: even more in love with Billy than he had when he woke that morning.
Finally, Billy stops and sits on a low bench in the gardens to change the film in his camera, and Dominic takes advantage of both Billy's mood and the relative peace they've found to throw himself on the ground at Billy's feet. He rests his head against Billy's knee, closing his eyes. Billy takes his time reloading his final roll of film, enjoying the warm sun on his back and the feeling of Dominic resting his head on his knee. All afternoon, Dominic's seemed to have enjoyed himself, and now that they've walked for what feels like hours, Billy relishes the slight twinges in his legs, happy to have had the chance to be outside and absorb this day, especially with Dominic at his side. There are only a few straggling visitors off in the distance of their view, and Billy wills them gone, not with malice, but just out of the desire for even more quiet, more privacy and time. He's almost dropped his hand to fall into Dominic's hair when Dominic speaks.
"It was right over there, wasn't it?" Dominic asks, his thoughts far away.
"What was?"
Dominic laughs at the confusion in Billy's voice, knowing that Billy's searching his memories for a story he's told. Turning bright eyes toward Billy, Dominic smiles. "It was right there, underneath that arch that leads to the mazes, where the master of the house first noticed the new boy working in his gardens." Pleased with his thoughts--where the story building in his head is taking him--Dominic stands up and walks toward the bower. He drops the bag he's been carrying and pulls off his shirt, watching from the corner of his eye as Billy's face pales a little and he looks over his shoulder for the now vanished tourists before turning back to Dominic. "He's had his shirt off," Dominic continues. "Because it was so hot that day, yeah? Even though it wasn't allowed. And when he saw his master, he disappeared into the maze."
With a grin and a wink, Dominic ducks under the bower and into the maze, disappearing quickly around a corner but not wandering too far away. Billy looks around again quickly to make sure they've not been seen, and then he shoves their belongings-including Dominic's sacrificed shirt-into the camera bag and Dominic's rucksack, tucking everything behind an enormous hedge. Billy stands over the bags and swallows a little prayer that his camera, if nothing else, will still be there when they return, and he considers the small and large dangers of what they're doing before he ducks under the arch himself to follow Dominic.
"You've been seen, Dom," Billy murmurs as he moves through the sculpted hedges. "You've been caught. And you know better than to run from me." Billy turns one corner quickly and then another, his voice going low in keeping with Dominic's story, his game, this chase. Billy's smile thins when he catches a flash of denim, of tanned skin, and hears Dominic breathing two hedgerows away. "To think I was going to let you choose your punishment, too. When I catch you-and I will, let's not pretend otherwise-you'll regret running."
The day has turned quite warm, much warmer than expected, and the sun on Dominic's back feels wonderful as he stands, tensed and ready to run--watching. Darting off again at the sound of the threat in Billy's voice, Dominic finds himself caught in a dead end with an old, weathered statue of Athena for company. He circles around her, his hands on her shoulders as if for protection. The smooth stone is cool against his chest and he presses his lips against the statue, waiting. When Billy steps from the hedges and blocks the pathway out, Dominic has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Billy can't see him just yet, and so Dominic stands still and waits to be found.
This is one of many dead ends in the maze, Billy knows. And Dominic can be nowhere but here, unless he's managed to silently climb a hedge-a little unlikely. Billy tilts his head, staring down the path at the tall, broad statue, and smiles. He can see Dominic's hair, sticking out bright from behind grey stone, and then two of Dominic's fingers, curled around the statue's left arm.
"Athena," Billy sighs. "Give me wisdom. Tell me why I have a boy who runs from me every chance he gets. Tell me why I shouldn't punish him until rosy-fingered dawn wakes us." Billy stops in front of the statue before he moves around the stone to turn Dominic so his back is pressed against Athena's and Billy's hands are on either side of his arms, trapping him loosely. "Going to keep running? Do I need to make it worth your while to stay?"
"I'll stay," Dominic answers, meeting Billy's challenge while he relaxes against the stone goddess. He meets Billy's eyes for only a second, however, before sliding back into his role. "If you want me to."
Putting his hands on Billy's hips, Dominic leans forward to press a soft kiss to the corner of Billy's mouth then to the other side. "It's very warm out. The sun felt so good on my skin after all the rain." Dominic slides his fingertips underneath the waist of Billy's trousers, still not meeting his eyes. "None of the ladies come down to the gardens in midday. I thought I wouldn't be seen. No one expected you to be home so soon."
With a shy twist of his lips, Dominic looks up and meets Billy's eyes--the only part of him that is unable to keep character, and instead of being filled with fear at discovery, are still bright. "I'll accept my punishment if it keeps me in your company."
"You'll do a lot more than accept it," Billy laughs. "I don't think the ladies should be your concern, though you're definitely one of theirs. I see them watching you in the morning while they breakfast." Billy murmurs in Dominic's ear, kneading his fingertips into the muscles of Dominic's shoulders. "They like the thought of your filthy hands staining their frocks."
Dominic inhales sharply, arching his back to feel more of Billy. "I've no interest in the ladies. It is only your eyes that I wish to have upon me, and your hands as well."
Billy shifts, sliding one leg between Dominic's and leaning into him, pressing Dominic against the statue. "Well, they have been, haven't they. And it doesn't get your work done any faster, does it. What d'you think I dream of when I see you out here, hmm? What do you dream when you look up and catch my eye?" Billy raises Dominic's hands above his head, holding them there with one hand around Dominic's wrists. "Tell me."
Dominic rubs his cheek against Billy's, nuzzling best as he is able. "I dream that you will take me, claim me as your own and let no other take your place. I would have you, m'lord, and hold you close to my heart in return. I would obey none other."
"Y'shouldn't be obeying anyone else in the first place." Billy stops his trail of kisses across Dominic's collarbone. "Good to know I needn't fear for my sister's honour, or that of her friends. But don't think you shouldn't fear for your own." Billy steps back again, letting one finger move smoothly down Dominic's chest to stop at his jeans. Billy hooks his finger into the waistband, tugging a little and watching Dominic arch up. Billy lowers his voice and leans in once more. "Keep your eyes open and your hands where they are."
Billy flicks open the button of Dominic's jeans, tugging the zipper down with an eagerness that surprises him before he gets himself under better control. Keeping his eyes locked on Dominic's, Billy sinks to his knees and rakes his fingers down Dominic's thighs. All thoughts of play are shaken from Dominic's mind at Billy's touch. The stone of the statue is warm from the sun, and he feels a tickling rivulet of sweat down his back, disappearing under the waistband of his jeans. He interlaces his fingers, stretching--keeping his shoulder blades against the statue but his hips straining toward Billy. Dominic watches Billy carefully, a smile on his lips. He's never been shown this much care, or a partner who hadn't laughed when he was feeling playful like this. More often, he was on his knees, using his body to beg for the affection that Billy always seems so willing to share. It is nearly enough to make him want to sink to his knees, to give what's being offered instead--to hold and be held. Those thoughts go the way of his game, however, when Billy's hands retrace their pattern up his thighs and back to the open zipper.
"What if someone finds us-" Dominic stammers, searching for something to say besides I love you. "'s a beautiful day," he adds as he looks up to the deep blue sky above them, sinking a bit further into Billy's caresses. "What if ... what if ... jesus, Billy."
"This is my land," Billy smiles, still thoroughly absorbed by Dominic's game even as he plunges his hand inside Dominic's jeans. "You may care for it, but it belongs to me-and I don't fear being found in this maze. Few ever make it this far around." Billy returns his attention on Dominic's cock, stroking slowly inside the denim before freeing it, heavy and thick in his hand. "Perfect," Billy breathes. "'s like you can't see yourself. You refuse to recognize what you are." Billy looks up as he pulls at Dominic's jeans, lowering them to nearly past his hips. "Steady," he says clearly. "Let me do this. For both of us."
Billy's tongue darts out to taste Dominic, to whip lightly over the tip of Dominic's cock. He lets out a little breath of pleasure before taking in just the head, humming softly as he settles there. His fingers play along the underside, stroking down the vein that jumps at his touch. When Billy pauses in his ministrations for another breath, his lips are wet and full, his eyes greedy.
"Perfect together, Billy. Me and you." Dominic lets one of his hands fall, resting it gently on Billy's head. He drags his fingers through Billy's hair and over the shell of his ear as he watches, fascinated by the way Billy's cheeks are drawn in as he swallows more of Dominic. If he had breath left in his lungs, Dominic could explain the many ways he is not perfect. But he can be still for this, his stomach drawn in with anticipation though keeping quiet is a hard thing. Dominic wants to cry out as he feels free to do when they are safe inside Billy's little house, but now consciously holds back, his words strangled and soft as the hand above his head scratches at the statue.
At the touch of Dominic's hand, Billy looks up, ready to scold him but rather unable to, not while watching Dominic's face flush and not while listening to him call them perfect. And in truth, they are perfect right now-the sun beating down on them, the hedges protecting them from every pair of eyes but their own, and the slow crackling tension between them-it's all perfect. Billy's never been so grateful for such a small idea. Billy closes his eyes, nudging against Dominic's hand and relaxing himself to take in as much of Dominic as he can. He hums gently again, knowing that if he were to open his eyes, he would see Dominic's stomach muscles fusing, clenched and, yes, perfect. After only a few moments, Billy pulls back, slowly, his palm rising to caress Dominic even as he does so.
"'m not going to stop," Billy murmurs. "So don't test me, Dominic. Give over for me."
Moving his gaze back up to Dominic's bright eyes, Billy flicks his tongue over the head of Dominic's cock once more before taking him back in entirely, his hands reaching around to cup Dominic's ass and keep him there. He's enjoying this more than he remembered was possible, and it's because Dominic is so willing to be taken like this that Billy can even surrender to this type of play. Yes, they could conceivably be caught, but Billy knows how to get them out of the maze should they need to make a quick escape, and Dominic looks too beautiful for Billy to even suggest they stop.
The small flick of Billy's tongue over his cock makes Dominic's knees weak--the feeling such a cliché that he wants to laugh but can't while trying to hold himself up ... not while he's fighting to keep from thrusting into Billy's mouth. He wants to tell Billy that he couldn't hold back if he wanted to, but his breathing is already laboured as Billy works his tongue and mouth--the sound stolen from his voice as Billy's fingers do more than cup. He slams his head back, mumbling a small curse before it's forgotten in the arch of his back and the half thrust of his hips that's arrested by Billy's hands pushing him back against the stone.
"Billy-" The name comes out as a plea and Dominic, the moment before he comes, opens his eyes again and stares up into the brilliant blue sky, feeling delivered. He whispers, the sound barely more than the movement of his lips, "Love you, Billy."
Then it's white, not blue, he sees. There's no sound except his own cries of pleasure, barely silenced, and the tension that had built in his stomach and thighs is released, only Billy's hands holding him upright. Billy holds on, knowing already even from limited experience that Dominic is never harder to restrain than at this point, and he feels Dominic shiver, tastes the result of all this fierce care on his tongue. Billy pulls back, relaxing his grip on Dominic and moving one hand to Dominic's thigh, keeping him steady. Billy doesn't let Dominic sink down, not yet, not until he's urged every bit of release from him, and then he paces Dominic's descent to his knees, letting Dominic fall at last, against his shoulder and chest.
"All forgiven, Dom," Billy laughs. "Rest a minute, yeah?"
to be continued.