Book 6, Chapter 2: And Dream of Making Our Escape (1/4)
Title: And Dream of Making Our Escape (1/4)
Authors: kiltsandlollies and escribo
Characters: Billy/Dominic
Word Count: 5133
Summary: A night at the movies and more.
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.
Billy can count today as one of the better days of his teaching career. All three classes on his docket had gone well, in spite of some heated discussions among his unusually vexing first years, or perhaps because of it. Of course, it would be that class that Noble had chosen to come and observe, perched at the doorway like a frowning overgrown vulture for most of the session until he'd finally left, a mostly pleased expression on his face.
Billy is still riding the adrenaline high from that encounter as he drives home. He's on time for once, a good hour before he and Dominic need to leave to catch dinner and a movie in the city. He skids sharply into a parking spot and bounds from the car, in a hurry to get inside for a quick shower and a change.
Dominic’s made it home earlier than Billy, but he’s not in the living room waiting impatiently as Billy would normally expect. Billy laughs at the sound of the loud music playing-Dominic’s beloved Wu Tang Clan, Billy's pleased with himself for remembering. It's not something that Dominic normally subjects Billy to when they're together but has no qualms about testing the limits of the old stereo's speakers when he's not. Billy calls Dominic's name but gets no answer, then tosses his bag and jacket onto his desk, rifling through the mail quickly before leaving it all for later.
Billy's almost opened his mouth to speak, to yell, more accurately, trying to get Dominic's attention wherever he is in the small house, when he's struck silent by the next track on Dominic's CD beginning; it’s is the sound of two thousand foot soldiers all playing bass and drums and carrying a heavy grudge against life, the universe and everything, and Billy’s suddenly a bit concerned about the pictures rattling slightly on the walls, but forgets about them completely once he’s made his way down the hall to the bedroom, where the sight before him provokes another, sharper rush of adrenaline.
Dominic is sprawled across the bed naked, his face flushed beautifully and his long, lean muscles taut as his body shivers in the unmistakable aftermath of a shattering orgasm. His eyes are closed, his breaths slowing, and Billy's mouth falls open for a few seconds before he recovers, moving closer under the strain of his suddenly tightening trousers.
"Jammy bastard," Billy says in one quick break in the music, and Dominic’s eyes fly open, his smile wide as he reaches for Billy, who goes willingly, allowing Dominic a kiss and the briefest touch of Billy’s hand stroking along his bare thigh. "I thought I’d taught the impatience out of you,” Billy murmurs, and Dominic laughs breathlessly, scrabbling for more contact before Billy slides away reluctantly to sit on the edge of the mattress. "Need to get cleaned up. You as well, looks like.”
"Next time I'll wait," Dominic whispers, his voice low and throaty in contrast to the music as he uses the sheet to wipe off his stomach. "Let you watch, yeah?"
"You’ll let me,” Billy laughs. “How kind of you. I’m interested in doing a bit more than watching you, but not now, hmm? I’ve been looking forward to this all week, and whatever you’ve been getting up to here, we’re still getting out of this fucking town." Billy's gaze slides to the chair near the bed, to a vaguely familiar fedora that has long lived in the back of his closet. For a moment, he wonders how unearthing it from whatever corner Dominic found it in led to Dominic’s current condition, but it's not something he can think about for long if he does actually want to leave this house tonight. Billy picks up the hat, turning it in his hands, before he tosses it to Dominic, still sprawled on the bed. "Go find something I can't rip off you easily in public. Something to go with that hat."
Dominic sits up and takes the hat, tilting it at what he obviously considers a jaunty angle before he leaves the bed, as energized as if he’s just returned from a hard run. The hat looks good on Dominic, Billy will give him that, and the way Dominic carries himself as he moves around Billy's bedroom now is something rapidly burning itself into Billy's memory.
“Everything goes with this hat,” Dominic’s saying, and Billy looks up, following Dominic’s stare at Billy’s open closet. “’s a bit hard to picture you wearing it-”
“Trust me, you shouldn’t.”
Dominic laughs over his shoulder, even more amused when he catches Billy’s stare moving to his bare shoulders and back and ass. “I said it’s hard, not bad. You probably made it work.”
“I wouldn’t put money on it.” Billy’s surprised by a yawn, ending the matter there, and then he stretches, still looking at Dominic and absorbing a little of Dominic’s comfort in himself for his own sake. Shaking it off, Billy leans to kick off shoes and socks, prodding them in the direction of the closet floor, and then moves behind Dominic, running his hands up and down Dominic’s sides and pressing his lips against the spray of freckles on Dominic’s shoulder. "Right, I mean it this time; I need five minutes to clean up, and while I’m in there y’can find us both something to wear. You’re in blue or I’m a clergyman, Dom, and don’t make my life difficult; those are your parameters. Rest of it’s in your hands." Dominic shivers again, biting his lip a little, and Billy nods. “Very nice. Five minutes. Be right with you.”
Billy is occupied shaving off half a day's stubble when he hears the music change. He tilts his head, waiting, and smiles when Sarah Vaughan’s voice fills his little house. His picture frames are safe in her soothing embrace, and the sound is enough to make Billy's shoulders drop a little in relaxation. He's excited-there's no other word for it, however much the sound of that one makes Billy think of children waiting for the first taste of freedom. Dominic's energy, always contagious even when its electricity is safely grounded as it is now, has propelled his own, and he rushes through the rest of his preparation, scrubbing his face a little too hard and shoving his fingers through his hair, sticking it up a bit here and there.
He stands in the hallway outside his bedroom again for a moment afterward, watching Dominic flip a tie he’s found and drawn around his neck first this way, then that, a determined and pleased expression on his face. Billy likes Dominic smartened up a bit, and has the credit card receipts to prove it, but he'd be just as content if Dominic were in torn jeans and a tee shirt provided that smile remained in place.
"Right, enough of that," Billy says, moving forward and reaching for Dominic's tie. He knots it expertly, leaving it loose enough at the neck that Dominic will be comfortable, then runs his hand down the fabric and Dominic's chest. Dominic catches his hand and kisses it breezily, grinning again.
"Thanks."
"It suits you," Billy says, freeing his hand to adjust Dominic's collar. "Bit on fire tonight, aren't you? Good timing for it, too. What've you got for me, hmm?"
"Black shirt. My jeans. And this." Moving to the closet, Dominic pulls from its depths an ancient brown leather jacket. Billy blinks, giving the jacket a long enough stare that Dominic eventually clears his throat, and then Billy laughs again.
"You've been a bit of an archaeologist today, haven't you?" Billy reaches for the jacket, remembering the feel of it in his hands, and he's amazed by how the leather has miraculously retained its smooth feel. "Christ, I haven't seen this in years. Has it really been back there all this time?"
"You don't mind, do you? I was looking for those albums you said were back there."
"No." Billy shakes his head, still running his hand over the jacket's sleeves. "No, it's fine. No telling what's back there at this point. My sanity, maybe? Definitely my misspent youth."
"I figured that jacket has as many stories to tell as you do. Maybe you can tell me some over a pint or two tonight." Dominic settles at the end of the bed, leaning back on his palms and looking Billy up and down, distracting Billy again.
"Get me drunk enough and we'll see. Your jeans. Are you serious?"
"Dead serious. On my honour, they're even clean."
Billy raises his eyebrows, but takes the jeans from where Dominic's left them on the dresser, pulling them on more easily than he'd expected to before he catches sight of himself in the mirror. Dominic's jeans are a bit too long, a bit too tight around Billy's waist and hips, but he likes the feel of them nonetheless. They're well-worn and better loved, and Billy laughs to himself as he remembers how many times he's tugged them off Dominic's body.
The black shirt's comfortable and familiar, one of Billy's favourites, and he's grateful to have it between him and the jacket, which does indeed have its stories, not all ones Billy would choose to tell. There are faint grass stains on the back, the lining's torn inside the left arm, and it had never kept him as warm in Scotland as he'd pretended it had. Seeing himself in the mirror now wearing it again so many years later, Billy squints and can almost see himself as he was back then, now only-and blessedly-more filled out, smarter and calmer.
Dominic coughs politely again, yanking Billy back into the present, and Billy turns around, leaning on the dresser and folding his arms across his chest, adjusting to the feel of the jacket again. Dominic smiles as he watches Billy's little dance, then sighs.
"So which film? Are we in the mood for the little art house and foreign languages, or are we blowing shit up from a balcony?"
"Blowing shit up in a foreign language might work," Billy says as if he's actually considering it. "If we're being honest, I'd rather listen to as little talking as possible, but if we're being really honest, I don't much care. Point is to get the hell out of here for a bit."
"Escape." Dominic's smile goes a bit pleased and smug at its corners, and Billy nods.
"I could do with a bit of that, yes."
"You've hit the jackpot, then," Dominic says quickly, rising from the bed to crowd Billy a bit, leaning in and planting his hands on the dresser, on either side of Billy's hips. "Maybe I did, too."
"Did you." Billy backs up, only a little, and reaches behind him for the hat Dominic had abandoned there. Replacing it on Dominic's head, Billy laughs. "There you are."
"Here I am." Dominic leans in harder, taking the kiss Billy doesn't have time or inclination to even play at denying him, but laughing too when Billy finally pushes him back, leading him out to the front room. "We've got a bit of a drive, Dom; don't tempt me to just pack the whole night in and stay here."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"Well, no, you wouldn't; there's no room for that in between everything else you're dreaming, is there?" Billy turns off the stereo and gathers wallet and keys, leaving the house with Dominic at his heels. It's still a strange feeling to walk out of his house with Dominic beside him, and they usually only chance it on Sunday mornings, when no one is about, but in the near darkness of evening, Billy finds it feels almost normal now to lock his door and turn to find Dominic waiting for him, a smile on his face. They walk to the car, and Dominic's halfway to the passenger side when Billy coughs politely. Dominic looks up, and Billy's own smile is tiger-like, cheeky and daring.
"Have a go, Dom," he says, tossing the keys to his beloved car to Dominic. "'s your night. Let's start it off right, yeah?"
It's certainly not the first time Billy's offered Dominic the chance to drive the car, not by a long shot, but Billy's consistently pleased by how Dominic's never not surprised by it. Dominic backtracks, going around to the driver's side and running his hand down Billy's back as they pass. "I'll be careful."
"With the car?" Billy raises his eyebrows again, pausing before he moves into the passenger seat. "Yes, you will. Everything else, we'll see."
Billy's little challenge gets about the reaction he'd expected; Dominic grins again but holds whatever secrets he's got, concentrating instead on maneuvering the car out of the residential streets and onto the nearest motorway, speeding along to their destination. For a long while, Billy stays silent, taking the opportunity and pleasure to watch Dominic at the work of it, and finding he can relax in the still mostly unusual position of passenger. He could get accustomed to this, if it weren't for how much he loved and worked for this car.
"It's fantastic, Bill," Dominic says, reading Billy's mind as he changes lanes, throwing the briefest glance over his shoulder to confirm that he can. "Finest piece of machinery on the road."
"Well, maybe on my road. Maybe just the finest in front of my house. It's a lot older than it looks." Dominic darts his eyes at Billy, the unspoken sort of like the man who drives it dancing in them. Billy scoffs and nods at the road, reminding Dominic to pay attention, and Dominic rolls his eyes only a little. "You might want to speed this fine machinery up a bit, Dom. I could change my mind about things blowing up before we get there."
"No, you couldn't, but good try." Dominic accelerates, earning himself a murmur of approval from Billy. "Dinner before or after?"
"After." Billy nods decisively as Dominic steers them into the traffic outlying the city. "If we've got room for it." Billy shifts in his seat, squirming under the seatbelt to turn sideways and face Dominic somewhat, resting his hand on Dominic's thigh just long enough to feel the muscle there contract neatly at his touch. "Just another turnoff, I think, Dom, and then we're close."
And indeed, they have almost reached the center of the city. Billy points Dominic down several side streets until they reach a parking garage, and minutes later they are on the street, walking briskly toward the cinema. Billy's fingers brush against Dominic's, and Dominic catches them, squeezing them gently as if to make sure what's happening is real.
At the box office window, Dominic asks for two tickets to the film with the most blood, muscle, and bad acting they've got on offer. After achieving his required rubbish snacks and drinks, Billy follows Dominic on the climb to the seats to the very back row of the balcony, happy to find themselves in an almost empty theatre. The previews start just as they sit, and Dominic leans over to mumble a sort of apology. "I'm probably the only person in all of Britain who actually wanted to see this thing. It may be the worst film ever made, but it's still gonna be brilliant."
"I think you underestimate my tolerance for this shite," Billy mutters, digging with one hand into the short bag of popcorn he's balancing awkwardly in the other. "In six months it'll probably take pride of place in those DVDs I've got shoved under the stereo. Don't hold me to that, though."
Dominic leans back and smiles through the previews, and Billy settles into the darkness and warmth beside him, slumping down in his seat and shooting his legs in the air, propping crossed ankles on the seats in front of them. Dominic's jeans ride lower than Billy is accustomed to, and he laughs, feeling the rough material shift around his hips. A preview for a disaster film-something about the weather-damned end of the world-plays across the screen, and Billy stops shoveling in popcorn to stare. When the preview finishes, to the deep, eerie sound of music Billy recognizes, he turns to Dominic with wide eyes. "Definitely seeing that," he says quickly, then dives back into his popcorn as the movie's credits begin to roll. "Let's blow something up."
Dominic grins, laughing low as the movie begins. Billy knows he loves this sort of film-loves the action, the terrible acting. They're on their third car chase before a quarter of the movie is over and Dominic is in heaven. When the only other couple in the cinema gets up half way through and walks out, Dominic laughs maniacally and stretches his long legs out, his knee bumping Billy's. He reaches over and takes Billy's hand in his own, holding it to his lips. When he speaks, he doesn't even try to be quiet, as the theatre is theirs now. "I think this may be worse than The Hulk. 's great, isn't it?"
"'S perfect," Billy mumbles, swallowing another handful of popcorn. "I'm in awe, actually. We're in the wrong business, you and I. Learn yourself some martial art, Dom, and I'll be the baddie and you can lay me out with a high kick and a glower. Finally, a profession we can be proud of."
Another chase, another car wreck, another moment of the lead actor heaving himself across the front of a smashed car to make up the crucial three seconds he needs to do appropriate violence, and Billy snorts, pulling Dominic's hand down to his leg and covering it with his own, stroking his fingers between Dominic's while keeping his eyes intent on the action on screen. One of the villain's henchmen comes out of nowhere to stand in the lead's way-as you do, Billy reminds Dominic between bursts of laughter at the man's achingly tight trousers and half-open shirt.
"Can't be comfortable, that," Billy sighs once the action's slowed, good and bad men both on the screen now hiding from each other down long alleys. "Can't be any tighter than these fucking jeans of yours, though, I suppose."
Dominic laughs and catches Billy's hand again, bringing it to his lips slowly this time, taking one long finger of Billy's into his mouth and sucking gently at its tip. Billy hears the pleased, approving little noise catch somewhere in his own throat and then he tosses the popcorn bag to the floor from his free hand, his attention now better fixed on Dominic alone. Dominic's eyes are downcast, intent on his work, and Billy inches closer, feeling the small heat coming off of Dominic's body before he nudges at the armrest between their seats until it rises. Billy turns completely to his side and rests one hand on Dominic's thigh as he leans to speak again. "Something you wanted, Dominic? Something I can do for you?"
Dominic doesn't answer immediately, instead drawing Billy's finger from his mouth slowly and then kissing his palm. When he reaches the cuff of Billy's jacket, he moves Billy's hand to his waist, turning to move forward a bit.
"Anyone could walk in here," Dominic murmurs, all pretense of enjoying the film gone as he drops his hand to brush against the outline of Billy's cock through the denim. Billy allows the kiss that follows, only squirming a bit and closing his eyes fully when Dominic's lips move too close to his ear. Dominic laughs and nudges against Billy's cheek, then his neck. "Catch me sucking you off in the dark like you want me to--"
"Do I?"
"I'm pretty sure y'do." Dominic's hand rests warm now between Billy's legs, and Billy bites back a retort they'd both know was a lie. Dominic hums a little, then continues. "Probably get us arrested, but it might be worth it, yeah? Do you want to know what I was thinking about when you caught me? Or are you interested in watching this crap film?"
"Could I just--" Billy inhales sharply at the drift of Dominic's fingers, then clears his throat. "Could I just remind you whose choice this film was--"
Dominic kisses him harder then, and Billy feels himself relaxing under the weight and heat of it, deciding that yes, this could possibly be worth whatever risk, though there must be a safe enough way to go about things and get what they both want, if he could just gather his thoughts for long enough for it to make sense. Billy opens his eyes again and lets Dominic push him back in the seat, lets his own hands move up Dominic's sides, pulling at the blue shirt he so loves. "Tell me," Billy murmurs, pulling Dominic closer as his hands find the warm skin of Dominic's back underneath the shirt and he feels himself moving restlessly under Dominic's touch. "If I'd had my camera, I'd have made you start again. Tell me. And then y'can get busy doing--" Billy pauses, making sure he has Dominic's full, caught-breath attention. "Whatever you'd like with me."
Dominic's surprise at this relatively placid acceptance of Billy's registers over his features in the half-dark, softening them brilliantly, Billy thinks, before they go sharp again and Dominic's smirk overwhelms them both.
'Let's start with you being still," Dominic says quietly around that grin, and then pushes at Billy's knee with one hand, giving them both a little more much-needed space. Turning his head to look at the screen for a moment, Dominic nods as if he's made an executive decision, then turns back to face Billy. "Looks like the girl just got kidnapped--"
"There's a girl?"
"We've got maybe a half hour left. Could be less. I don't fancy us actually getting caught, so let's get about it, yeah?"
Billy opens his mouth to reply, but Dominic covers it with his own roughly while his hand travels back up between Billy's thighs, cupping Billy through the denim. Billy grunts out a thrilled little noise, and Dominic laughs again, nudging his nose back against Billy's neck. "I was thinking about this. Here. What you do when I get this close and you pretend you don't like it, that it bothers you or tickles you or tha'." Dominic drags his teeth a bit over Billy's skin, and Billy hisses, arching a bit against Dominic's hand. "It's not one of your better lies, Billy."
Billy's eyes fly open at that, but Dominic's smiling, already moving back and almost out of Billy's reach, sliding from his own seat to nearly straddle Billy while Billy stares at him, confused for too many seconds until Dominic begins to ease himself slowly down to his knees.
"Keep still," he tells Billy as he descends, his hand pushing at Billy's knee again, and Billy nods; he might be the greediest of men, but he's not the weakest, and it's unlikely he could expect Dominic to so readily obey such a simple command when he can't even manage it himself. Dominic makes it relatively easy, too; he holds Billy's gaze as much as he can as he works open the zipper of the jeans, cupping Billy more firmly before he frees Billy's cock from them and the boxers Dominic's clearly amused to find in his way.
"I don't remember handing these over with the jeans," Dominic says. "And you say I like to make my life difficult."
"It's going t'get a lot more, too, if you don't get on with it, Dom--"
"You teach a good game of that patience thing, professor. Those who can't, yeah?"
Billy doesn't entirely feel the wave of heat run through him until it's gone nearly cold on its way back down his spine; he only aware of the loud creak of the chair as he shifts forward, the feel of Dominic's short hair suddenly tugged sharp and firm between his fingers, and the sound of Dominic's triumphant exhale. Dominic doesn't break Billy's harder stare, doesn't back down an inch, and after the furious moment's passed, Billy nods again, something even stronger coming over him now, a run of deep, earned pride, in both of them.
"Any other night, you'd be regretting that," Billy says quietly, and Dominic does blink then, in acknowledgment alone, leaving Billy even more proud of him, more thrilled than his thoughts can keep up with. He releases Dominic the second before he knows Dominic's about to wrest himself free, and then Billy falls back into the seat again, staring at the ornate ceiling of the cinema and choking out a gasp as Dominic's hands land on his hips, dragging Billy forward enough that Dominic can make both their lives a bit easier.
The seat creaks beneath him again almost obscenely loudly to Billy's ears, but he works to ignore it and concentrate instead on the quick work Dominic's making of pushing the fabric of the boxers to one side, out of his way. Billy's hips rise up in the small space he's been granted, and he takes a deep breath before Dominic breaks their moment's stare, tilting his head and brushing his lips against Billy's cock. That talented, practiced mouth can do better, and they both know it, but Dominic looks determined to draw this out, regardless of how much time they've actually got before the lights come up and they're discovered at-whatever this is going to be.
And whatever that is, it'll be amusing at the very least, Billy thinks; Dominic takes a moment out of his happy work to throw Billy that tiger smile in the dark again, all pleasant challenge and threat and joy. Billy's hands scrabble suddenly at the sides of the chair when Dominic descends on him again, and then Billy catches himself thinking ridiculous thoughts such as how Dominic's brand new trousers are going to suffer at best some serious wrinkles, and at worst an interesting dry cleaning issue. That he can think of such things, and laugh about them as Dominic quirks a curious eyebrow up at him, is a credit to a comfortable kind of surrender Billy hasn't often enjoyed, certainly not as much as he is now.
Whatever Billy's little noises or movements-and whatever surrender Billy's got going that's keeping the mental chatter of going to get caught going to get caught tamped down-not even apocalypse on Dolby surround sound could capture Dominic's attention better than the work he's at, taking care to not go too hard or too fast. Dominic might have been thinking earlier of patches of Billy's skin or Billy's tetchy attempts to squirm away from this or that touch, but this-well, most of this, anyway-is what Billy's dreamt about, has seen behind his eyes and felt between his legs on the occasional night he begins or spends entirely without Dominic. More than once he's almost been caught himself, in bed or in the shower, his thin fingers wrapped around his shaft and moving quickly, harshly, in time to his racing heartbeat and the images rushing through his mind: images of Dominic's eyes, wild and narrowed in greedy, confident pleasure, and the feel of Dominic's hands on him.
Billy lets those images, that feeling move over him now, too, trying to relax, closing his eyes and opening them again as Dominic waits him out, watching to see if Billy can and will play this game out as far as he wants it taken. The heat between them is immense, heavy and weighted with a different kind of need than Billy's ever felt from Dominic before, and one that's suddenly overwhelming enough that Billy exhales a ragged breath and curves his hand hard over Dominic's shoulder in what little warning he can give. The seats creak violently and Billy's back arches again, his grip on Dominic going tighter as Dominic braces himself a bit, too.
The next moment Billy's aware of anything but the incipient cramp in his thighs, Dominic's leaning over him again, his smile kinder but still tiger-wide, eyes searching Billy's for some sign that this still feels like a brilliant idea, that Billy's still along for whatever ride Dominic has in mind tonight. Billy takes another deep breath and pulls Dominic down to him, pressing a near bruise of a kiss against Dominic's lips until it's Dominic who surrenders, obviously happy to reverse their roles again, if momentarily.
Only when the credits begin to roll does Dominic forces himself up and just out of Billy's immediate reach again, rocking back on his heels and leaning against the row of seats in front of them. "I suppose we could stay if you needed a minute. Whatever they're running next has to be more interesting than this film, yeah?"
"There was a film?"
Dominic laughs, then reaches inside the jacket he's wearing to produce a handkerchief Billy recognizes and quickly resigns himself to having lost. Too tired to squirm now, Billy lets Dominic tidy them both up a bit, only shrugging off Dominic's hand to tucking himself back into Dominic's jeans, marginally more comfortable now for all the tugging and twisting at the rough fabric but still a bit strange. Dominic hums with approval and makes no effort to get out of the way as Billy stands in the close space and attempts to straighten the rest of his clothes; only when Billy frowns in exasperation, Dominic takes half a step back and then stretches and yawns happily, his expression flushed with energy rather than tiredness. Turning, he retrieves the fedora from where it's tumbled to another seat, pulling it down low over one eye. It would be second nature for Billy to roll his eyes, but first nature doesn't let him; instead he can't seem to do anything but stare.
"So," Dominic starts, then yawns again, laughing as he comes out of it and tilting his head before he strokes one finger down the sleeve of Billy's leather jacket, feeling for the stories there again, Billy's thinks. "Shall we attempt to burn off the shame of public indecency with food and drink?"
"Absolutely," Billy nods. "Never been more ashamed, myself. No greater embarrassment than knowing I only just rate slightly higher than a shit film on a scale of interest."
"Well, my scale anyway."
Dominic's grin is fierce again, enough that Billy does roll his eyes this time, and push one hand into the back of Dominic's hair, bumping their foreheads together. "Bet we're a sight. But yes, I'm dying for a drink, so-"
"So," Dominic murmurs, his lips brushing against Billy's. "So let's go burn something down."
to be continued
Authors: kiltsandlollies and escribo
Characters: Billy/Dominic
Word Count: 5133
Summary: A night at the movies and more.
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.
Billy can count today as one of the better days of his teaching career. All three classes on his docket had gone well, in spite of some heated discussions among his unusually vexing first years, or perhaps because of it. Of course, it would be that class that Noble had chosen to come and observe, perched at the doorway like a frowning overgrown vulture for most of the session until he'd finally left, a mostly pleased expression on his face.
Billy is still riding the adrenaline high from that encounter as he drives home. He's on time for once, a good hour before he and Dominic need to leave to catch dinner and a movie in the city. He skids sharply into a parking spot and bounds from the car, in a hurry to get inside for a quick shower and a change.
Dominic’s made it home earlier than Billy, but he’s not in the living room waiting impatiently as Billy would normally expect. Billy laughs at the sound of the loud music playing-Dominic’s beloved Wu Tang Clan, Billy's pleased with himself for remembering. It's not something that Dominic normally subjects Billy to when they're together but has no qualms about testing the limits of the old stereo's speakers when he's not. Billy calls Dominic's name but gets no answer, then tosses his bag and jacket onto his desk, rifling through the mail quickly before leaving it all for later.
Billy's almost opened his mouth to speak, to yell, more accurately, trying to get Dominic's attention wherever he is in the small house, when he's struck silent by the next track on Dominic's CD beginning; it’s is the sound of two thousand foot soldiers all playing bass and drums and carrying a heavy grudge against life, the universe and everything, and Billy’s suddenly a bit concerned about the pictures rattling slightly on the walls, but forgets about them completely once he’s made his way down the hall to the bedroom, where the sight before him provokes another, sharper rush of adrenaline.
Dominic is sprawled across the bed naked, his face flushed beautifully and his long, lean muscles taut as his body shivers in the unmistakable aftermath of a shattering orgasm. His eyes are closed, his breaths slowing, and Billy's mouth falls open for a few seconds before he recovers, moving closer under the strain of his suddenly tightening trousers.
"Jammy bastard," Billy says in one quick break in the music, and Dominic’s eyes fly open, his smile wide as he reaches for Billy, who goes willingly, allowing Dominic a kiss and the briefest touch of Billy’s hand stroking along his bare thigh. "I thought I’d taught the impatience out of you,” Billy murmurs, and Dominic laughs breathlessly, scrabbling for more contact before Billy slides away reluctantly to sit on the edge of the mattress. "Need to get cleaned up. You as well, looks like.”
"Next time I'll wait," Dominic whispers, his voice low and throaty in contrast to the music as he uses the sheet to wipe off his stomach. "Let you watch, yeah?"
"You’ll let me,” Billy laughs. “How kind of you. I’m interested in doing a bit more than watching you, but not now, hmm? I’ve been looking forward to this all week, and whatever you’ve been getting up to here, we’re still getting out of this fucking town." Billy's gaze slides to the chair near the bed, to a vaguely familiar fedora that has long lived in the back of his closet. For a moment, he wonders how unearthing it from whatever corner Dominic found it in led to Dominic’s current condition, but it's not something he can think about for long if he does actually want to leave this house tonight. Billy picks up the hat, turning it in his hands, before he tosses it to Dominic, still sprawled on the bed. "Go find something I can't rip off you easily in public. Something to go with that hat."
Dominic sits up and takes the hat, tilting it at what he obviously considers a jaunty angle before he leaves the bed, as energized as if he’s just returned from a hard run. The hat looks good on Dominic, Billy will give him that, and the way Dominic carries himself as he moves around Billy's bedroom now is something rapidly burning itself into Billy's memory.
“Everything goes with this hat,” Dominic’s saying, and Billy looks up, following Dominic’s stare at Billy’s open closet. “’s a bit hard to picture you wearing it-”
“Trust me, you shouldn’t.”
Dominic laughs over his shoulder, even more amused when he catches Billy’s stare moving to his bare shoulders and back and ass. “I said it’s hard, not bad. You probably made it work.”
“I wouldn’t put money on it.” Billy’s surprised by a yawn, ending the matter there, and then he stretches, still looking at Dominic and absorbing a little of Dominic’s comfort in himself for his own sake. Shaking it off, Billy leans to kick off shoes and socks, prodding them in the direction of the closet floor, and then moves behind Dominic, running his hands up and down Dominic’s sides and pressing his lips against the spray of freckles on Dominic’s shoulder. "Right, I mean it this time; I need five minutes to clean up, and while I’m in there y’can find us both something to wear. You’re in blue or I’m a clergyman, Dom, and don’t make my life difficult; those are your parameters. Rest of it’s in your hands." Dominic shivers again, biting his lip a little, and Billy nods. “Very nice. Five minutes. Be right with you.”
Billy is occupied shaving off half a day's stubble when he hears the music change. He tilts his head, waiting, and smiles when Sarah Vaughan’s voice fills his little house. His picture frames are safe in her soothing embrace, and the sound is enough to make Billy's shoulders drop a little in relaxation. He's excited-there's no other word for it, however much the sound of that one makes Billy think of children waiting for the first taste of freedom. Dominic's energy, always contagious even when its electricity is safely grounded as it is now, has propelled his own, and he rushes through the rest of his preparation, scrubbing his face a little too hard and shoving his fingers through his hair, sticking it up a bit here and there.
He stands in the hallway outside his bedroom again for a moment afterward, watching Dominic flip a tie he’s found and drawn around his neck first this way, then that, a determined and pleased expression on his face. Billy likes Dominic smartened up a bit, and has the credit card receipts to prove it, but he'd be just as content if Dominic were in torn jeans and a tee shirt provided that smile remained in place.
"Right, enough of that," Billy says, moving forward and reaching for Dominic's tie. He knots it expertly, leaving it loose enough at the neck that Dominic will be comfortable, then runs his hand down the fabric and Dominic's chest. Dominic catches his hand and kisses it breezily, grinning again.
"Thanks."
"It suits you," Billy says, freeing his hand to adjust Dominic's collar. "Bit on fire tonight, aren't you? Good timing for it, too. What've you got for me, hmm?"
"Black shirt. My jeans. And this." Moving to the closet, Dominic pulls from its depths an ancient brown leather jacket. Billy blinks, giving the jacket a long enough stare that Dominic eventually clears his throat, and then Billy laughs again.
"You've been a bit of an archaeologist today, haven't you?" Billy reaches for the jacket, remembering the feel of it in his hands, and he's amazed by how the leather has miraculously retained its smooth feel. "Christ, I haven't seen this in years. Has it really been back there all this time?"
"You don't mind, do you? I was looking for those albums you said were back there."
"No." Billy shakes his head, still running his hand over the jacket's sleeves. "No, it's fine. No telling what's back there at this point. My sanity, maybe? Definitely my misspent youth."
"I figured that jacket has as many stories to tell as you do. Maybe you can tell me some over a pint or two tonight." Dominic settles at the end of the bed, leaning back on his palms and looking Billy up and down, distracting Billy again.
"Get me drunk enough and we'll see. Your jeans. Are you serious?"
"Dead serious. On my honour, they're even clean."
Billy raises his eyebrows, but takes the jeans from where Dominic's left them on the dresser, pulling them on more easily than he'd expected to before he catches sight of himself in the mirror. Dominic's jeans are a bit too long, a bit too tight around Billy's waist and hips, but he likes the feel of them nonetheless. They're well-worn and better loved, and Billy laughs to himself as he remembers how many times he's tugged them off Dominic's body.
The black shirt's comfortable and familiar, one of Billy's favourites, and he's grateful to have it between him and the jacket, which does indeed have its stories, not all ones Billy would choose to tell. There are faint grass stains on the back, the lining's torn inside the left arm, and it had never kept him as warm in Scotland as he'd pretended it had. Seeing himself in the mirror now wearing it again so many years later, Billy squints and can almost see himself as he was back then, now only-and blessedly-more filled out, smarter and calmer.
Dominic coughs politely again, yanking Billy back into the present, and Billy turns around, leaning on the dresser and folding his arms across his chest, adjusting to the feel of the jacket again. Dominic smiles as he watches Billy's little dance, then sighs.
"So which film? Are we in the mood for the little art house and foreign languages, or are we blowing shit up from a balcony?"
"Blowing shit up in a foreign language might work," Billy says as if he's actually considering it. "If we're being honest, I'd rather listen to as little talking as possible, but if we're being really honest, I don't much care. Point is to get the hell out of here for a bit."
"Escape." Dominic's smile goes a bit pleased and smug at its corners, and Billy nods.
"I could do with a bit of that, yes."
"You've hit the jackpot, then," Dominic says quickly, rising from the bed to crowd Billy a bit, leaning in and planting his hands on the dresser, on either side of Billy's hips. "Maybe I did, too."
"Did you." Billy backs up, only a little, and reaches behind him for the hat Dominic had abandoned there. Replacing it on Dominic's head, Billy laughs. "There you are."
"Here I am." Dominic leans in harder, taking the kiss Billy doesn't have time or inclination to even play at denying him, but laughing too when Billy finally pushes him back, leading him out to the front room. "We've got a bit of a drive, Dom; don't tempt me to just pack the whole night in and stay here."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"Well, no, you wouldn't; there's no room for that in between everything else you're dreaming, is there?" Billy turns off the stereo and gathers wallet and keys, leaving the house with Dominic at his heels. It's still a strange feeling to walk out of his house with Dominic beside him, and they usually only chance it on Sunday mornings, when no one is about, but in the near darkness of evening, Billy finds it feels almost normal now to lock his door and turn to find Dominic waiting for him, a smile on his face. They walk to the car, and Dominic's halfway to the passenger side when Billy coughs politely. Dominic looks up, and Billy's own smile is tiger-like, cheeky and daring.
"Have a go, Dom," he says, tossing the keys to his beloved car to Dominic. "'s your night. Let's start it off right, yeah?"
It's certainly not the first time Billy's offered Dominic the chance to drive the car, not by a long shot, but Billy's consistently pleased by how Dominic's never not surprised by it. Dominic backtracks, going around to the driver's side and running his hand down Billy's back as they pass. "I'll be careful."
"With the car?" Billy raises his eyebrows again, pausing before he moves into the passenger seat. "Yes, you will. Everything else, we'll see."
Billy's little challenge gets about the reaction he'd expected; Dominic grins again but holds whatever secrets he's got, concentrating instead on maneuvering the car out of the residential streets and onto the nearest motorway, speeding along to their destination. For a long while, Billy stays silent, taking the opportunity and pleasure to watch Dominic at the work of it, and finding he can relax in the still mostly unusual position of passenger. He could get accustomed to this, if it weren't for how much he loved and worked for this car.
"It's fantastic, Bill," Dominic says, reading Billy's mind as he changes lanes, throwing the briefest glance over his shoulder to confirm that he can. "Finest piece of machinery on the road."
"Well, maybe on my road. Maybe just the finest in front of my house. It's a lot older than it looks." Dominic darts his eyes at Billy, the unspoken sort of like the man who drives it dancing in them. Billy scoffs and nods at the road, reminding Dominic to pay attention, and Dominic rolls his eyes only a little. "You might want to speed this fine machinery up a bit, Dom. I could change my mind about things blowing up before we get there."
"No, you couldn't, but good try." Dominic accelerates, earning himself a murmur of approval from Billy. "Dinner before or after?"
"After." Billy nods decisively as Dominic steers them into the traffic outlying the city. "If we've got room for it." Billy shifts in his seat, squirming under the seatbelt to turn sideways and face Dominic somewhat, resting his hand on Dominic's thigh just long enough to feel the muscle there contract neatly at his touch. "Just another turnoff, I think, Dom, and then we're close."
And indeed, they have almost reached the center of the city. Billy points Dominic down several side streets until they reach a parking garage, and minutes later they are on the street, walking briskly toward the cinema. Billy's fingers brush against Dominic's, and Dominic catches them, squeezing them gently as if to make sure what's happening is real.
At the box office window, Dominic asks for two tickets to the film with the most blood, muscle, and bad acting they've got on offer. After achieving his required rubbish snacks and drinks, Billy follows Dominic on the climb to the seats to the very back row of the balcony, happy to find themselves in an almost empty theatre. The previews start just as they sit, and Dominic leans over to mumble a sort of apology. "I'm probably the only person in all of Britain who actually wanted to see this thing. It may be the worst film ever made, but it's still gonna be brilliant."
"I think you underestimate my tolerance for this shite," Billy mutters, digging with one hand into the short bag of popcorn he's balancing awkwardly in the other. "In six months it'll probably take pride of place in those DVDs I've got shoved under the stereo. Don't hold me to that, though."
Dominic leans back and smiles through the previews, and Billy settles into the darkness and warmth beside him, slumping down in his seat and shooting his legs in the air, propping crossed ankles on the seats in front of them. Dominic's jeans ride lower than Billy is accustomed to, and he laughs, feeling the rough material shift around his hips. A preview for a disaster film-something about the weather-damned end of the world-plays across the screen, and Billy stops shoveling in popcorn to stare. When the preview finishes, to the deep, eerie sound of music Billy recognizes, he turns to Dominic with wide eyes. "Definitely seeing that," he says quickly, then dives back into his popcorn as the movie's credits begin to roll. "Let's blow something up."
Dominic grins, laughing low as the movie begins. Billy knows he loves this sort of film-loves the action, the terrible acting. They're on their third car chase before a quarter of the movie is over and Dominic is in heaven. When the only other couple in the cinema gets up half way through and walks out, Dominic laughs maniacally and stretches his long legs out, his knee bumping Billy's. He reaches over and takes Billy's hand in his own, holding it to his lips. When he speaks, he doesn't even try to be quiet, as the theatre is theirs now. "I think this may be worse than The Hulk. 's great, isn't it?"
"'S perfect," Billy mumbles, swallowing another handful of popcorn. "I'm in awe, actually. We're in the wrong business, you and I. Learn yourself some martial art, Dom, and I'll be the baddie and you can lay me out with a high kick and a glower. Finally, a profession we can be proud of."
Another chase, another car wreck, another moment of the lead actor heaving himself across the front of a smashed car to make up the crucial three seconds he needs to do appropriate violence, and Billy snorts, pulling Dominic's hand down to his leg and covering it with his own, stroking his fingers between Dominic's while keeping his eyes intent on the action on screen. One of the villain's henchmen comes out of nowhere to stand in the lead's way-as you do, Billy reminds Dominic between bursts of laughter at the man's achingly tight trousers and half-open shirt.
"Can't be comfortable, that," Billy sighs once the action's slowed, good and bad men both on the screen now hiding from each other down long alleys. "Can't be any tighter than these fucking jeans of yours, though, I suppose."
Dominic laughs and catches Billy's hand again, bringing it to his lips slowly this time, taking one long finger of Billy's into his mouth and sucking gently at its tip. Billy hears the pleased, approving little noise catch somewhere in his own throat and then he tosses the popcorn bag to the floor from his free hand, his attention now better fixed on Dominic alone. Dominic's eyes are downcast, intent on his work, and Billy inches closer, feeling the small heat coming off of Dominic's body before he nudges at the armrest between their seats until it rises. Billy turns completely to his side and rests one hand on Dominic's thigh as he leans to speak again. "Something you wanted, Dominic? Something I can do for you?"
Dominic doesn't answer immediately, instead drawing Billy's finger from his mouth slowly and then kissing his palm. When he reaches the cuff of Billy's jacket, he moves Billy's hand to his waist, turning to move forward a bit.
"Anyone could walk in here," Dominic murmurs, all pretense of enjoying the film gone as he drops his hand to brush against the outline of Billy's cock through the denim. Billy allows the kiss that follows, only squirming a bit and closing his eyes fully when Dominic's lips move too close to his ear. Dominic laughs and nudges against Billy's cheek, then his neck. "Catch me sucking you off in the dark like you want me to--"
"Do I?"
"I'm pretty sure y'do." Dominic's hand rests warm now between Billy's legs, and Billy bites back a retort they'd both know was a lie. Dominic hums a little, then continues. "Probably get us arrested, but it might be worth it, yeah? Do you want to know what I was thinking about when you caught me? Or are you interested in watching this crap film?"
"Could I just--" Billy inhales sharply at the drift of Dominic's fingers, then clears his throat. "Could I just remind you whose choice this film was--"
Dominic kisses him harder then, and Billy feels himself relaxing under the weight and heat of it, deciding that yes, this could possibly be worth whatever risk, though there must be a safe enough way to go about things and get what they both want, if he could just gather his thoughts for long enough for it to make sense. Billy opens his eyes again and lets Dominic push him back in the seat, lets his own hands move up Dominic's sides, pulling at the blue shirt he so loves. "Tell me," Billy murmurs, pulling Dominic closer as his hands find the warm skin of Dominic's back underneath the shirt and he feels himself moving restlessly under Dominic's touch. "If I'd had my camera, I'd have made you start again. Tell me. And then y'can get busy doing--" Billy pauses, making sure he has Dominic's full, caught-breath attention. "Whatever you'd like with me."
Dominic's surprise at this relatively placid acceptance of Billy's registers over his features in the half-dark, softening them brilliantly, Billy thinks, before they go sharp again and Dominic's smirk overwhelms them both.
'Let's start with you being still," Dominic says quietly around that grin, and then pushes at Billy's knee with one hand, giving them both a little more much-needed space. Turning his head to look at the screen for a moment, Dominic nods as if he's made an executive decision, then turns back to face Billy. "Looks like the girl just got kidnapped--"
"There's a girl?"
"We've got maybe a half hour left. Could be less. I don't fancy us actually getting caught, so let's get about it, yeah?"
Billy opens his mouth to reply, but Dominic covers it with his own roughly while his hand travels back up between Billy's thighs, cupping Billy through the denim. Billy grunts out a thrilled little noise, and Dominic laughs again, nudging his nose back against Billy's neck. "I was thinking about this. Here. What you do when I get this close and you pretend you don't like it, that it bothers you or tickles you or tha'." Dominic drags his teeth a bit over Billy's skin, and Billy hisses, arching a bit against Dominic's hand. "It's not one of your better lies, Billy."
Billy's eyes fly open at that, but Dominic's smiling, already moving back and almost out of Billy's reach, sliding from his own seat to nearly straddle Billy while Billy stares at him, confused for too many seconds until Dominic begins to ease himself slowly down to his knees.
"Keep still," he tells Billy as he descends, his hand pushing at Billy's knee again, and Billy nods; he might be the greediest of men, but he's not the weakest, and it's unlikely he could expect Dominic to so readily obey such a simple command when he can't even manage it himself. Dominic makes it relatively easy, too; he holds Billy's gaze as much as he can as he works open the zipper of the jeans, cupping Billy more firmly before he frees Billy's cock from them and the boxers Dominic's clearly amused to find in his way.
"I don't remember handing these over with the jeans," Dominic says. "And you say I like to make my life difficult."
"It's going t'get a lot more, too, if you don't get on with it, Dom--"
"You teach a good game of that patience thing, professor. Those who can't, yeah?"
Billy doesn't entirely feel the wave of heat run through him until it's gone nearly cold on its way back down his spine; he only aware of the loud creak of the chair as he shifts forward, the feel of Dominic's short hair suddenly tugged sharp and firm between his fingers, and the sound of Dominic's triumphant exhale. Dominic doesn't break Billy's harder stare, doesn't back down an inch, and after the furious moment's passed, Billy nods again, something even stronger coming over him now, a run of deep, earned pride, in both of them.
"Any other night, you'd be regretting that," Billy says quietly, and Dominic does blink then, in acknowledgment alone, leaving Billy even more proud of him, more thrilled than his thoughts can keep up with. He releases Dominic the second before he knows Dominic's about to wrest himself free, and then Billy falls back into the seat again, staring at the ornate ceiling of the cinema and choking out a gasp as Dominic's hands land on his hips, dragging Billy forward enough that Dominic can make both their lives a bit easier.
The seat creaks beneath him again almost obscenely loudly to Billy's ears, but he works to ignore it and concentrate instead on the quick work Dominic's making of pushing the fabric of the boxers to one side, out of his way. Billy's hips rise up in the small space he's been granted, and he takes a deep breath before Dominic breaks their moment's stare, tilting his head and brushing his lips against Billy's cock. That talented, practiced mouth can do better, and they both know it, but Dominic looks determined to draw this out, regardless of how much time they've actually got before the lights come up and they're discovered at-whatever this is going to be.
And whatever that is, it'll be amusing at the very least, Billy thinks; Dominic takes a moment out of his happy work to throw Billy that tiger smile in the dark again, all pleasant challenge and threat and joy. Billy's hands scrabble suddenly at the sides of the chair when Dominic descends on him again, and then Billy catches himself thinking ridiculous thoughts such as how Dominic's brand new trousers are going to suffer at best some serious wrinkles, and at worst an interesting dry cleaning issue. That he can think of such things, and laugh about them as Dominic quirks a curious eyebrow up at him, is a credit to a comfortable kind of surrender Billy hasn't often enjoyed, certainly not as much as he is now.
Whatever Billy's little noises or movements-and whatever surrender Billy's got going that's keeping the mental chatter of going to get caught going to get caught tamped down-not even apocalypse on Dolby surround sound could capture Dominic's attention better than the work he's at, taking care to not go too hard or too fast. Dominic might have been thinking earlier of patches of Billy's skin or Billy's tetchy attempts to squirm away from this or that touch, but this-well, most of this, anyway-is what Billy's dreamt about, has seen behind his eyes and felt between his legs on the occasional night he begins or spends entirely without Dominic. More than once he's almost been caught himself, in bed or in the shower, his thin fingers wrapped around his shaft and moving quickly, harshly, in time to his racing heartbeat and the images rushing through his mind: images of Dominic's eyes, wild and narrowed in greedy, confident pleasure, and the feel of Dominic's hands on him.
Billy lets those images, that feeling move over him now, too, trying to relax, closing his eyes and opening them again as Dominic waits him out, watching to see if Billy can and will play this game out as far as he wants it taken. The heat between them is immense, heavy and weighted with a different kind of need than Billy's ever felt from Dominic before, and one that's suddenly overwhelming enough that Billy exhales a ragged breath and curves his hand hard over Dominic's shoulder in what little warning he can give. The seats creak violently and Billy's back arches again, his grip on Dominic going tighter as Dominic braces himself a bit, too.
The next moment Billy's aware of anything but the incipient cramp in his thighs, Dominic's leaning over him again, his smile kinder but still tiger-wide, eyes searching Billy's for some sign that this still feels like a brilliant idea, that Billy's still along for whatever ride Dominic has in mind tonight. Billy takes another deep breath and pulls Dominic down to him, pressing a near bruise of a kiss against Dominic's lips until it's Dominic who surrenders, obviously happy to reverse their roles again, if momentarily.
Only when the credits begin to roll does Dominic forces himself up and just out of Billy's immediate reach again, rocking back on his heels and leaning against the row of seats in front of them. "I suppose we could stay if you needed a minute. Whatever they're running next has to be more interesting than this film, yeah?"
"There was a film?"
Dominic laughs, then reaches inside the jacket he's wearing to produce a handkerchief Billy recognizes and quickly resigns himself to having lost. Too tired to squirm now, Billy lets Dominic tidy them both up a bit, only shrugging off Dominic's hand to tucking himself back into Dominic's jeans, marginally more comfortable now for all the tugging and twisting at the rough fabric but still a bit strange. Dominic hums with approval and makes no effort to get out of the way as Billy stands in the close space and attempts to straighten the rest of his clothes; only when Billy frowns in exasperation, Dominic takes half a step back and then stretches and yawns happily, his expression flushed with energy rather than tiredness. Turning, he retrieves the fedora from where it's tumbled to another seat, pulling it down low over one eye. It would be second nature for Billy to roll his eyes, but first nature doesn't let him; instead he can't seem to do anything but stare.
"So," Dominic starts, then yawns again, laughing as he comes out of it and tilting his head before he strokes one finger down the sleeve of Billy's leather jacket, feeling for the stories there again, Billy's thinks. "Shall we attempt to burn off the shame of public indecency with food and drink?"
"Absolutely," Billy nods. "Never been more ashamed, myself. No greater embarrassment than knowing I only just rate slightly higher than a shit film on a scale of interest."
"Well, my scale anyway."
Dominic's grin is fierce again, enough that Billy does roll his eyes this time, and push one hand into the back of Dominic's hair, bumping their foreheads together. "Bet we're a sight. But yes, I'm dying for a drink, so-"
"So," Dominic murmurs, his lips brushing against Billy's. "So let's go burn something down."
to be continued