Book 5, Chapter 6: And Then Play On (2/3)
Title: And Then Play On (2/3)
Authors: kiltsandlollies and escribo
Characters: Billy/Dominic
Word Count: 2579
Summary: Continued 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.
"Shirts,” Billy says loudly, pointing to his left above his head. He smiles and tugs at Dominic's arm, moving smoothly through the crowd of weekend shoppers, and Dominic follows, knowing that one couldn't typically pay Billy to be out shopping on a day like today, but he's taking a perverse delight in it now that Dominic's forced to play, too.
“You said you needed trousers,” Dominic says, already knowing the argument’s pointless. “The better to have girls ogle your perfect arse.”
“Shirts,” Billy repeats, ignoring that and pulling down four or five shirts from a nearby rack before pushing them easily into Dominic’s arms. “Those will do for a start. Honestly, Dom, from the look you're sporting you'd think you weren't enjoying yourself.”
“Are they for me, then?”
“No, I thought I'd pass them on to someone built just like you, what do you think? Of course they’re for you. Don’t argue, either. We won’t be leaving here with anything you hate." Billy pulls Dominic in the direction of the fitting rooms, peering around quickly before he steps nearer, sliding his hand beneath Dominic's shirt and lowering his voice to a level that makes Dominic take a deep breath. "Cooperate, hmm? I can’t show you off properly if you’re going t’be surly about it. I know how much taller you stand when you're cleaned up nicely, Dominic, and I want to see it.” Dominic nods, not particularly trusting himself to do anything else, and Billy raises one corner of his lips in approval. “D’you know what else I want?”
“I--” Dominic pauses, then laughs, ducking his head for a moment before he looks up again. “How much time have we got?”
“Good answer, but not the one I’m thinking.” Billy returns Dominic’s smile, then raises his chin a bit before he glances to one side. “I want to watch that clerk watch us. D’you follow me?”
Dominic swallows, feeling his cheeks grow warm even as he nods again, maybe a little more eagerly than he’d planned to. “Everywhere.”
The clerk appears next to them as unobtrusively as possible, and at first Billy steps back, letting the man invite Dominic to choose a fitting room. The choice is an easy one; of the two on offer, only one has room for more than just the tightest turn, and Dominic steps into it with another deep, steadying breath, unsurprised when Billy follows him inside and pushes the door closed behind them with a soft click. Dominic turns around, smiling again and ready to speak, but Billy covers Dominic’s mouth with his own in a long, silent kiss, shushing Dominic when he finally pulls away and moving to lean against the wall before he clears his throat and nods.
Dominic tries on each shirt in turn, not bothering to look at himself in the mirror. Instead, he stands straight and still in front of Billy, allowing himself to be inspected critically. It’s presentation of a different kind Billy wants now, and Dominic feels like he’s learning on his feet here, even while accessing everything he knows and remembers about the modeling, the stillness he’s achieved through that and elsewhere, the attention he knows he can get and keep. And then there’s the adrenaline of seeing when he’s got it right, when Billy raises his chin again and folds his arms over his chest in a little challenge Dominic would recognize a mile away now.
The sharp rap at the door is the only thing that startles Dominic, and Billy’s expression sours a little, his eyes flashing irritated before he remembers what they’re supposed to be doing here, and he opens the door, beckoning the clerk inside, too. Dominic looks from one to the other, holding his gaze on Billy for one bare panicked moment before Billy’s smile goes very placid, very bland. The clerk holds two more shirts he thought might meet with someone’s approval, though it’s not clear whose until he extends them to Billy, matching Billy’s expression as if he suddenly and pleasantly just-understands. Dominic’s grateful and shocked at the same time, and he finally turns to the mirror rather than look at either of them, staring at his own reflection and willing a little strength from it back into himself.
The clerk hums a little under his breath as he moves closer to Dominic, quickly gauging first with his eyes and then an actual length of tape measure the fit of the last shirt Dominic had put on, and Dominic’s own jeans that now look and feel completely at odds with everything else he’s wearing and feeling. The clerk doesn’t pass any judgment, though; in fact he meets Dominic’s eyes briefly in the mirror and then smoothes the fabric of the shirt along Dominic’s shoulders and down his back, humming again.
“It’s a good start,” the clerk says quietly but firmly, turning to Billy. “Would you allow me to select some trousers as well?”
Dominic blinks, then watches as Billy nods. “By all means. A jacket, too, hmm?”
As soon as the man leaves, Dominic exhales long and hard, and Billy tilts his head, smirking gently as he circles Dominic. "Behave," he says, raising his eyebrows. "Let the man take care of you. Must feel very different, someone else's hands on you. You ought to like it, though; someone else recognizing what a piece of work you are."
I don’t want anyone else’s recognition, Dominic thinks, but it’s not petulant; it’s just the truth, punctuated when Billy comes to a stop beside him and rests his hand at the small of Dominic’s back.
“His loss, though,” Billy murmurs, his lips very near Dominic’s cheek. Dominic tears his own attention from the mirror to turn Billy’s way, and Billy rewards him with the smallest punishment, the briefest sharpest pinch of fabric and skin between his fingers before Dominic looks back at the mirror, and Billy nods. "There’s a hell of a lot more to you than this perfect body, Dominic, and he'll never get to see it."
They both hear the clerk nearing at the same time, humming again as he likely contemplates the sale he's about to make. Billy smiles and lets his hand fall to Dominic's thigh, his fingers just trailing over Dominic's cock in his jeans. "Good start," he says quietly and then walks away, headed for the chair Dominic can just see behind him in the mirror. "Settle, or this’ll get a lot more uncomfortable for you."
That’s the truth, too, Dominic thinks, watching the clerk back at work, responding to Billy as if delighted to be in on the game. He’s returned with a selection that makes Dominic’s eyes widen, a carefully edited armful of clothing Dominic knows Billy can’t afford but is thoroughly enjoying pretending he can. It's Billy the clerk defers to, showing him each garment in turn and quickly discarding those Billy doesn’t show immediate pleasure. Hardly any words are exchanged between the two of them, leaving the fitting room quiet and still compared to the pace of the sales floor they’d left. Dominic takes the opportunity he’s been granted here to catch his breath a little, to enjoy the sound of Billy’s voice as he and the clerk discuss the weight of the fabric and the fit of the trousers. When Dominic reaches absently to trace with one finger the outline of the cold, reflected Billy in the mirror, Billy looks up as if he’s felt the touch himself, and smiles easily before turning back to the clerk.
"Let me see the navy on,” Billy says over his shoulder, moving back to the chair and settling into it lazily.
"Not the grey, sir?” Dominic blinks at the word, then watches as the clerk looks from Billy to Dominic and then back again. “They’d be more versatile. More flattering?"
"The grey, then."
A rare concession, and one that makes Dominic smile again as he works open his jeans and lets them drop, kicking them off to the side. He takes the grey trousers from the clerk and steps into them, barely getting them fastened before the clerk is on his knees, straightening the material, cuffing and pinning. Dominic watches, entranced by the work and the attention, and suddenly wonders about the clerk’s age, his name, whether he’s been in the same position. There’s more than enough time for Dominic’s imagination to take long flight before the clerk rises again, meeting Dominic’s eyes fearlessly and then with a sharp nod as he turns Dominic by his shoulders to face Billy.
"We could alter the length this afternoon, sir, but otherwise these are your best option. The jeans didn't fit properly; these, I believe, give you more definition in the waist." Even after what he’s seen and felt thus far, Dominic’s still startled when the man presses his chest against Dominic's back, his fingers unfastening the trousers’ zipper and button to quickly tuck in the shirt Dominic still wears. Dominic realizes a few seconds too late that there is nothing but the most professional attention meant, but by then Billy’s already registered the flush rising in Dominic’s face again, and Billy’s smirk returns as he crosses his arms. Unfazed by the momentary silence, the clerk continues. "Perhaps you’d like to see the navy on as well?"
Billy's hum in response is noncommittal; Dominic knows he’s happily absorbed enough right now by the sight before him to reply properly. The clerk remains behind Dominic, one hand on Dominic's waist, keeping him still in an unobtrusive manner while he smoothes down the back of the shirt again. Dominic's eyes meet Billy’s finally, and it’s only then that Billy finally answers the man, amusement in his voice.
"I would, yes. And a different shirt." Billy sits back in the chair, stretching his legs and nodding toward one of the many dress shirts the clerk proffered earlier. "That one, the cream." As the clerk's deft fingers turn Dominic back to the mirror again and then move to unbutton the shirt Dominic's wearing, Billy leans back even more, lacing his fingers behind his head. "These alterations. I'm afraid we don't have a lot of time, so whatever you could do to get them started--"
"Of course,” the clerk nods. “I've already gathered the measurements, and I'm sure you're familiar with our tailoring." The clerk looks up at Dominic’s reflection, making proper but still very professional eye contact with him as he takes the shirt gently from his body. "He's a pleasure to fit."
Dominic blush goes deeper, then, and Billy raises his eyebrows just enough that Dominic can see them in the mirror. As the clerk retrieves Billy's requested shirt, Billy stands up suddenly, moving closer until he is right behind Dominic, peering at both of their reflections with a half-smile. Dominic watches his own chest rise and fall with the breaths he’s measuring carefully, and he lets his hands move restlessly down his stomach in the only visible gesture of nervousness he’s going to let Billy or the clerk see now, and as the man returns to Dominic's side, Billy presses one hand gently to Dominic's back, both to settle and remind, before he moves away.
The clerk is more silent than before, not even humming now as he works, buttoning shirt cuffs and tucking the hem, pinching the sides of the shirt with two fingers to better gauge fit. Billy’s frown crosses his face for only a moment, but the clerk is quick to notice.
"Something more tapered, I agree," the man says, his hands falling again to Dominic's waist. "If I could suggest-"
"Two ties,” Billy finishes his thought, nodding. "Yes. And if you could have these begun-?" Billy looks toward the grey trousers draped across the spare chair, and the clerk nods and disappears, arms full of clothing. As soon as he’s gone Billy steps between Dominic and the mirror, focusing Dominic’s attention and letting his gaze go a little warmer again.
"There you are," he says quietly, his fingers making faster and less careful work of the buttons of Dominic’s too-large shirt. "Not too much more. If I thought you wouldn’t have done half as well as you have, I wouldn’t have bothered." Dominic lets his shoulders drop in strange relief, and he watches Billy's fingers fall to the shirt cuffs, unbuttoning them with more care than either of them has ever taken at home. The clerk returns with one last, better shirt and four ties, all in shades of blue and grey, but doesn’t interrupt, standing several paces back from them as Billy lifts Dominic’s chin for a moment before releasing him.
“Right, what have we got?”
"I thought something subtle,” the clerk says, holding up one of the ties. “For the first, and then for the other something more--” there’s a pause, and Billy smiles.
“Something more. Good call. Blues and greys, that’ll work; we'll have the patterned one as well, though." Billy's eyes flit to his watch, and he registers mild surprise at the time. "Sorry, could we have this rung up now? You’ve been fantastic; we’re just on a schedule."
The clerk nods, hands moving efficiently now to work open the trousers Dominic's still wearing. They fall to the ground and are scooped up and out of the fitting room along with everything else Billy's chosen, and only after the man leaves does Billy's face revert to its previous cheeky expression.
"That was a bit of fun, wasn't it?" he laughs, advancing on Dominic, holding out his jeans with a smile. Dominic laughs, too, but shakes his head, feeling exhausted suddenly, but in a good way; he’s not sure if he’s been-released isn’t the word, but Dominic has no idea what the right word would be in this circumstance-and it doesn’t feel right yet to fall into either rapid-fire banter or Billy’s arms. Billy doesn’t seem bothered by Dominic’s silence, and as soon as Dominic has his jeans back on, he steps close again, pressing his hand warm against Dominic’s stomach. “I learned a great deal, Dominic. Did you?”
“I don’t know.” Billy frowns, but in a mock charge, and Dominic laughs again, happy to take that path. “About you, yeah. You like spending money you haven’t got.”
“You’ve no idea what I have or haven’t got,” Billy murmurs, still smiling. “D’you know what I learned? The way you tense up so hard y’forget to breathe when you’re touched here--” Billy drags his thumb along the curve of Dominic’s hipbone, letting it disappear inside the waist of the jeans as Dominic’s body does just that, the muscles fusing at Billy’s touch. “I’ll teach that out of you someday, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t beautiful to watch.”
Billy pauses, sliding his hand back across Dominic’s stomach and then dropping it to zip Dominic’s jeans. “I would have stopped him the moment you looked uncomfortable, Dom, but you didn’t. Surprised, yes, but uncomfortable, not at any point. If I was wrong, I expect you to tell me." Dominic shakes his head, warmth flooding his cheeks again as Billy leans in, touching their foreheads together. “You deserve this,” Billy says firmly, quietly, and Dominic has to work hard not to argue this time, forcing himself to just listen as Billy continues. “And you were fucking perfect. I’m going to leave you to it; get yourself dressed and back to me.”
To be continued.
Authors: kiltsandlollies and escribo
Characters: Billy/Dominic
Word Count: 2579
Summary: Continued 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.
"Shirts,” Billy says loudly, pointing to his left above his head. He smiles and tugs at Dominic's arm, moving smoothly through the crowd of weekend shoppers, and Dominic follows, knowing that one couldn't typically pay Billy to be out shopping on a day like today, but he's taking a perverse delight in it now that Dominic's forced to play, too.
“You said you needed trousers,” Dominic says, already knowing the argument’s pointless. “The better to have girls ogle your perfect arse.”
“Shirts,” Billy repeats, ignoring that and pulling down four or five shirts from a nearby rack before pushing them easily into Dominic’s arms. “Those will do for a start. Honestly, Dom, from the look you're sporting you'd think you weren't enjoying yourself.”
“Are they for me, then?”
“No, I thought I'd pass them on to someone built just like you, what do you think? Of course they’re for you. Don’t argue, either. We won’t be leaving here with anything you hate." Billy pulls Dominic in the direction of the fitting rooms, peering around quickly before he steps nearer, sliding his hand beneath Dominic's shirt and lowering his voice to a level that makes Dominic take a deep breath. "Cooperate, hmm? I can’t show you off properly if you’re going t’be surly about it. I know how much taller you stand when you're cleaned up nicely, Dominic, and I want to see it.” Dominic nods, not particularly trusting himself to do anything else, and Billy raises one corner of his lips in approval. “D’you know what else I want?”
“I--” Dominic pauses, then laughs, ducking his head for a moment before he looks up again. “How much time have we got?”
“Good answer, but not the one I’m thinking.” Billy returns Dominic’s smile, then raises his chin a bit before he glances to one side. “I want to watch that clerk watch us. D’you follow me?”
Dominic swallows, feeling his cheeks grow warm even as he nods again, maybe a little more eagerly than he’d planned to. “Everywhere.”
The clerk appears next to them as unobtrusively as possible, and at first Billy steps back, letting the man invite Dominic to choose a fitting room. The choice is an easy one; of the two on offer, only one has room for more than just the tightest turn, and Dominic steps into it with another deep, steadying breath, unsurprised when Billy follows him inside and pushes the door closed behind them with a soft click. Dominic turns around, smiling again and ready to speak, but Billy covers Dominic’s mouth with his own in a long, silent kiss, shushing Dominic when he finally pulls away and moving to lean against the wall before he clears his throat and nods.
Dominic tries on each shirt in turn, not bothering to look at himself in the mirror. Instead, he stands straight and still in front of Billy, allowing himself to be inspected critically. It’s presentation of a different kind Billy wants now, and Dominic feels like he’s learning on his feet here, even while accessing everything he knows and remembers about the modeling, the stillness he’s achieved through that and elsewhere, the attention he knows he can get and keep. And then there’s the adrenaline of seeing when he’s got it right, when Billy raises his chin again and folds his arms over his chest in a little challenge Dominic would recognize a mile away now.
The sharp rap at the door is the only thing that startles Dominic, and Billy’s expression sours a little, his eyes flashing irritated before he remembers what they’re supposed to be doing here, and he opens the door, beckoning the clerk inside, too. Dominic looks from one to the other, holding his gaze on Billy for one bare panicked moment before Billy’s smile goes very placid, very bland. The clerk holds two more shirts he thought might meet with someone’s approval, though it’s not clear whose until he extends them to Billy, matching Billy’s expression as if he suddenly and pleasantly just-understands. Dominic’s grateful and shocked at the same time, and he finally turns to the mirror rather than look at either of them, staring at his own reflection and willing a little strength from it back into himself.
The clerk hums a little under his breath as he moves closer to Dominic, quickly gauging first with his eyes and then an actual length of tape measure the fit of the last shirt Dominic had put on, and Dominic’s own jeans that now look and feel completely at odds with everything else he’s wearing and feeling. The clerk doesn’t pass any judgment, though; in fact he meets Dominic’s eyes briefly in the mirror and then smoothes the fabric of the shirt along Dominic’s shoulders and down his back, humming again.
“It’s a good start,” the clerk says quietly but firmly, turning to Billy. “Would you allow me to select some trousers as well?”
Dominic blinks, then watches as Billy nods. “By all means. A jacket, too, hmm?”
As soon as the man leaves, Dominic exhales long and hard, and Billy tilts his head, smirking gently as he circles Dominic. "Behave," he says, raising his eyebrows. "Let the man take care of you. Must feel very different, someone else's hands on you. You ought to like it, though; someone else recognizing what a piece of work you are."
I don’t want anyone else’s recognition, Dominic thinks, but it’s not petulant; it’s just the truth, punctuated when Billy comes to a stop beside him and rests his hand at the small of Dominic’s back.
“His loss, though,” Billy murmurs, his lips very near Dominic’s cheek. Dominic tears his own attention from the mirror to turn Billy’s way, and Billy rewards him with the smallest punishment, the briefest sharpest pinch of fabric and skin between his fingers before Dominic looks back at the mirror, and Billy nods. "There’s a hell of a lot more to you than this perfect body, Dominic, and he'll never get to see it."
They both hear the clerk nearing at the same time, humming again as he likely contemplates the sale he's about to make. Billy smiles and lets his hand fall to Dominic's thigh, his fingers just trailing over Dominic's cock in his jeans. "Good start," he says quietly and then walks away, headed for the chair Dominic can just see behind him in the mirror. "Settle, or this’ll get a lot more uncomfortable for you."
That’s the truth, too, Dominic thinks, watching the clerk back at work, responding to Billy as if delighted to be in on the game. He’s returned with a selection that makes Dominic’s eyes widen, a carefully edited armful of clothing Dominic knows Billy can’t afford but is thoroughly enjoying pretending he can. It's Billy the clerk defers to, showing him each garment in turn and quickly discarding those Billy doesn’t show immediate pleasure. Hardly any words are exchanged between the two of them, leaving the fitting room quiet and still compared to the pace of the sales floor they’d left. Dominic takes the opportunity he’s been granted here to catch his breath a little, to enjoy the sound of Billy’s voice as he and the clerk discuss the weight of the fabric and the fit of the trousers. When Dominic reaches absently to trace with one finger the outline of the cold, reflected Billy in the mirror, Billy looks up as if he’s felt the touch himself, and smiles easily before turning back to the clerk.
"Let me see the navy on,” Billy says over his shoulder, moving back to the chair and settling into it lazily.
"Not the grey, sir?” Dominic blinks at the word, then watches as the clerk looks from Billy to Dominic and then back again. “They’d be more versatile. More flattering?"
"The grey, then."
A rare concession, and one that makes Dominic smile again as he works open his jeans and lets them drop, kicking them off to the side. He takes the grey trousers from the clerk and steps into them, barely getting them fastened before the clerk is on his knees, straightening the material, cuffing and pinning. Dominic watches, entranced by the work and the attention, and suddenly wonders about the clerk’s age, his name, whether he’s been in the same position. There’s more than enough time for Dominic’s imagination to take long flight before the clerk rises again, meeting Dominic’s eyes fearlessly and then with a sharp nod as he turns Dominic by his shoulders to face Billy.
"We could alter the length this afternoon, sir, but otherwise these are your best option. The jeans didn't fit properly; these, I believe, give you more definition in the waist." Even after what he’s seen and felt thus far, Dominic’s still startled when the man presses his chest against Dominic's back, his fingers unfastening the trousers’ zipper and button to quickly tuck in the shirt Dominic still wears. Dominic realizes a few seconds too late that there is nothing but the most professional attention meant, but by then Billy’s already registered the flush rising in Dominic’s face again, and Billy’s smirk returns as he crosses his arms. Unfazed by the momentary silence, the clerk continues. "Perhaps you’d like to see the navy on as well?"
Billy's hum in response is noncommittal; Dominic knows he’s happily absorbed enough right now by the sight before him to reply properly. The clerk remains behind Dominic, one hand on Dominic's waist, keeping him still in an unobtrusive manner while he smoothes down the back of the shirt again. Dominic's eyes meet Billy’s finally, and it’s only then that Billy finally answers the man, amusement in his voice.
"I would, yes. And a different shirt." Billy sits back in the chair, stretching his legs and nodding toward one of the many dress shirts the clerk proffered earlier. "That one, the cream." As the clerk's deft fingers turn Dominic back to the mirror again and then move to unbutton the shirt Dominic's wearing, Billy leans back even more, lacing his fingers behind his head. "These alterations. I'm afraid we don't have a lot of time, so whatever you could do to get them started--"
"Of course,” the clerk nods. “I've already gathered the measurements, and I'm sure you're familiar with our tailoring." The clerk looks up at Dominic’s reflection, making proper but still very professional eye contact with him as he takes the shirt gently from his body. "He's a pleasure to fit."
Dominic blush goes deeper, then, and Billy raises his eyebrows just enough that Dominic can see them in the mirror. As the clerk retrieves Billy's requested shirt, Billy stands up suddenly, moving closer until he is right behind Dominic, peering at both of their reflections with a half-smile. Dominic watches his own chest rise and fall with the breaths he’s measuring carefully, and he lets his hands move restlessly down his stomach in the only visible gesture of nervousness he’s going to let Billy or the clerk see now, and as the man returns to Dominic's side, Billy presses one hand gently to Dominic's back, both to settle and remind, before he moves away.
The clerk is more silent than before, not even humming now as he works, buttoning shirt cuffs and tucking the hem, pinching the sides of the shirt with two fingers to better gauge fit. Billy’s frown crosses his face for only a moment, but the clerk is quick to notice.
"Something more tapered, I agree," the man says, his hands falling again to Dominic's waist. "If I could suggest-"
"Two ties,” Billy finishes his thought, nodding. "Yes. And if you could have these begun-?" Billy looks toward the grey trousers draped across the spare chair, and the clerk nods and disappears, arms full of clothing. As soon as he’s gone Billy steps between Dominic and the mirror, focusing Dominic’s attention and letting his gaze go a little warmer again.
"There you are," he says quietly, his fingers making faster and less careful work of the buttons of Dominic’s too-large shirt. "Not too much more. If I thought you wouldn’t have done half as well as you have, I wouldn’t have bothered." Dominic lets his shoulders drop in strange relief, and he watches Billy's fingers fall to the shirt cuffs, unbuttoning them with more care than either of them has ever taken at home. The clerk returns with one last, better shirt and four ties, all in shades of blue and grey, but doesn’t interrupt, standing several paces back from them as Billy lifts Dominic’s chin for a moment before releasing him.
“Right, what have we got?”
"I thought something subtle,” the clerk says, holding up one of the ties. “For the first, and then for the other something more--” there’s a pause, and Billy smiles.
“Something more. Good call. Blues and greys, that’ll work; we'll have the patterned one as well, though." Billy's eyes flit to his watch, and he registers mild surprise at the time. "Sorry, could we have this rung up now? You’ve been fantastic; we’re just on a schedule."
The clerk nods, hands moving efficiently now to work open the trousers Dominic's still wearing. They fall to the ground and are scooped up and out of the fitting room along with everything else Billy's chosen, and only after the man leaves does Billy's face revert to its previous cheeky expression.
"That was a bit of fun, wasn't it?" he laughs, advancing on Dominic, holding out his jeans with a smile. Dominic laughs, too, but shakes his head, feeling exhausted suddenly, but in a good way; he’s not sure if he’s been-released isn’t the word, but Dominic has no idea what the right word would be in this circumstance-and it doesn’t feel right yet to fall into either rapid-fire banter or Billy’s arms. Billy doesn’t seem bothered by Dominic’s silence, and as soon as Dominic has his jeans back on, he steps close again, pressing his hand warm against Dominic’s stomach. “I learned a great deal, Dominic. Did you?”
“I don’t know.” Billy frowns, but in a mock charge, and Dominic laughs again, happy to take that path. “About you, yeah. You like spending money you haven’t got.”
“You’ve no idea what I have or haven’t got,” Billy murmurs, still smiling. “D’you know what I learned? The way you tense up so hard y’forget to breathe when you’re touched here--” Billy drags his thumb along the curve of Dominic’s hipbone, letting it disappear inside the waist of the jeans as Dominic’s body does just that, the muscles fusing at Billy’s touch. “I’ll teach that out of you someday, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t beautiful to watch.”
Billy pauses, sliding his hand back across Dominic’s stomach and then dropping it to zip Dominic’s jeans. “I would have stopped him the moment you looked uncomfortable, Dom, but you didn’t. Surprised, yes, but uncomfortable, not at any point. If I was wrong, I expect you to tell me." Dominic shakes his head, warmth flooding his cheeks again as Billy leans in, touching their foreheads together. “You deserve this,” Billy says firmly, quietly, and Dominic has to work hard not to argue this time, forcing himself to just listen as Billy continues. “And you were fucking perfect. I’m going to leave you to it; get yourself dressed and back to me.”
To be continued.