Breathe
Title: Breathe
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never, ever happened.
Notes: Written for andrealyn's clubfic challenge.
The music is hard and pulsating, shooting straight through Dominic as he makes his way across the floor. The unopened bottle of beer in his hand is sweaty with condensation and he rolls it across his fevered neck, droplets of moisture rolling down to wet his already-soaked shirt and pool in the hollow of his collarbone before moving down to trace unseen patterns on his chest.
Reaching the table, he sets the beer down and grasps the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off and leaving him in a thin white tank top that clings and shows the outline of hard nipples.
Grinning at Elijah, who is nursing a bottle of his own, he pops the top and takes a long swig, neck muscles straining as he tips his head back, Adam's apple bobbing.
"Seen Billy?" he yells over the music, proud of his casual tone.
Elijah laughs and points with his bottle.
A smile forms on Dominic's face, so different from the grin that was there a moment before - this is slow and hungry, complete with flashbright twinkling eyes, as his gaze settles where Elijah's illegal beverage of choice is directed.
The strobelights throw Billy's face alternately into sharp relief and harsh darkness as he moves with the music, head tipped back and eyes closed; as Dominic makes his way towards him, a pink tongue worms out and wets parched lips, and Dominic feels himself grow hard, the thrumming bassline shuddering its way down his spine to settle directly in his groin.
As he gets closer he can see beads of sweat rolling down Billy's face and disappearing into the open collar of his button-down shirt; closer still and he can smell Billy's sweat-soaked hair, streaked pink and orange by the flashing lights - vanilla and spices mixed with something uniquely Billy; so heady and intoxicating that it almost sends Dominic reeling.
Orlando dances directly behind him, Billy's head resting on his shoulder, his arms thrown loosely around Billy's neck, both sets of hips gyrating as one, and the image is so gorgeous and fluid and erotic that Dominic hesitates for a moment before shoving Orlando out of the way - much more forcefully than he'd meant to, but the music has changed into something just as hard but slower, more sensual, and he knows that it's now or never; that he'll lose his nerve if he waits any longer.
Orlando looks around angrily then spots him; he grins and mouths "he's all yours" before disappearing into the writhing, sparkling mass of bodies around them.
He moves in behind Billy, arms going tightly around his waist, and presses himself gently to him, cock straining against his jeans but he holds himself back, waiting.
Billy's eyes snap open in confusion then focus on him, turning bright silvergreen and glittering dangerously.
Pressing back against Dominic, he begins to grind it time with the music as Dominic's hands find their way into his shirt and caress his chest, fingers squeezing nipples, causing Billy to push back harder, eliciting groans from both parties.
He turns and Dominic pushes one thigh between his, hips locking together, hands moving in tandem between them
Billy leans his head forward to rest in the crook of Dominic's neck, tongue licking a path from shoulder to ear, then down and up again.
"What took you so long then?" he whispers, but Dominic can hear him anyway, and he grins, pulling Billy closer and grinding harder.
"Scared?" he offers, licking the shell of Billy's ear, smiling as he shudders; moaning as Billy returns the favor.
"Idiot," Billy says, pulling away and resting his forehead on Dominic's.
"Yeah, well," Dominic replies.
Soft lips meet as a hand comes down and unzips Dominic's jeans, stroking his erection through cotton boxers, and he moans into Billy's mouth.
"Bathroom?" he asks, bucking against Billy's hand.
"God yes," Billy answers, and Dominic isn't sure if it's the lights or something else that's making his eyes flash like that, but as Billy grabs his hand and pulls him away from the music, he's not entirely sure he cares.
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never, ever happened.
Notes: Written for andrealyn's clubfic challenge.
The music is hard and pulsating, shooting straight through Dominic as he makes his way across the floor. The unopened bottle of beer in his hand is sweaty with condensation and he rolls it across his fevered neck, droplets of moisture rolling down to wet his already-soaked shirt and pool in the hollow of his collarbone before moving down to trace unseen patterns on his chest.
Reaching the table, he sets the beer down and grasps the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off and leaving him in a thin white tank top that clings and shows the outline of hard nipples.
Grinning at Elijah, who is nursing a bottle of his own, he pops the top and takes a long swig, neck muscles straining as he tips his head back, Adam's apple bobbing.
"Seen Billy?" he yells over the music, proud of his casual tone.
Elijah laughs and points with his bottle.
A smile forms on Dominic's face, so different from the grin that was there a moment before - this is slow and hungry, complete with flashbright twinkling eyes, as his gaze settles where Elijah's illegal beverage of choice is directed.
The strobelights throw Billy's face alternately into sharp relief and harsh darkness as he moves with the music, head tipped back and eyes closed; as Dominic makes his way towards him, a pink tongue worms out and wets parched lips, and Dominic feels himself grow hard, the thrumming bassline shuddering its way down his spine to settle directly in his groin.
As he gets closer he can see beads of sweat rolling down Billy's face and disappearing into the open collar of his button-down shirt; closer still and he can smell Billy's sweat-soaked hair, streaked pink and orange by the flashing lights - vanilla and spices mixed with something uniquely Billy; so heady and intoxicating that it almost sends Dominic reeling.
Orlando dances directly behind him, Billy's head resting on his shoulder, his arms thrown loosely around Billy's neck, both sets of hips gyrating as one, and the image is so gorgeous and fluid and erotic that Dominic hesitates for a moment before shoving Orlando out of the way - much more forcefully than he'd meant to, but the music has changed into something just as hard but slower, more sensual, and he knows that it's now or never; that he'll lose his nerve if he waits any longer.
Orlando looks around angrily then spots him; he grins and mouths "he's all yours" before disappearing into the writhing, sparkling mass of bodies around them.
He moves in behind Billy, arms going tightly around his waist, and presses himself gently to him, cock straining against his jeans but he holds himself back, waiting.
Billy's eyes snap open in confusion then focus on him, turning bright silvergreen and glittering dangerously.
Pressing back against Dominic, he begins to grind it time with the music as Dominic's hands find their way into his shirt and caress his chest, fingers squeezing nipples, causing Billy to push back harder, eliciting groans from both parties.
He turns and Dominic pushes one thigh between his, hips locking together, hands moving in tandem between them
Billy leans his head forward to rest in the crook of Dominic's neck, tongue licking a path from shoulder to ear, then down and up again.
"What took you so long then?" he whispers, but Dominic can hear him anyway, and he grins, pulling Billy closer and grinding harder.
"Scared?" he offers, licking the shell of Billy's ear, smiling as he shudders; moaning as Billy returns the favor.
"Idiot," Billy says, pulling away and resting his forehead on Dominic's.
"Yeah, well," Dominic replies.
Soft lips meet as a hand comes down and unzips Dominic's jeans, stroking his erection through cotton boxers, and he moans into Billy's mouth.
"Bathroom?" he asks, bucking against Billy's hand.
"God yes," Billy answers, and Dominic isn't sure if it's the lights or something else that's making his eyes flash like that, but as Billy grabs his hand and pulls him away from the music, he's not entirely sure he cares.