Thirty-six Going On Twenty-one
OOC: Takes place on Billy's birthday. Obviously ;)
Dom: *It’s Billy’s birthday, and it wasn’t until I woke up this morning that I remembered that I had yet to wrap the few presents I got him. Knowing Billy, he probably wouldn’t mind, but I liked the sentiment behind wrapping packages in brightly colored paper and topping them with obnoxious bows. So I’ve holed myself up in the study to wrap, giving Bill strict instructions not to enter the room unless he wanted to be tickled to death or face a fate equally as nasty. It doesn’t take me long, though, and I leave the packages on the desk to be opened whenever we get around to it and leave the room to see just where he’s got to in the meantime.*
Bill: *I'm fumbling around in the kitchen, very tired for some reason and desperately in need of some coffee. I'm in a great mood, but I can't seem to wake up. I curse silently at coffee filters and finally get the damn pot started. I stumble over to the table and sit down. Dom's told me to stay away from the study and I have no idea why. But I hate to be tickled (unless it's during sex) so I'm not even going to cross him. I'm not awake enough to fight him. I hear him coming down the stairs and I call to him.* I'm in the kitchen, Footie.
Dom: *I head into the kitchen at the sound of his voice, grinning when I see him at the kitchen table, still heavily shrouded in the cloak of sleepiness. I come up behind his chair and lean over him, planting a loud kiss on his cheek before pulling up a chair next to him and plopping down in it.* Morning, birthday boy.
Bill: *I yawn unashamedly and wave, then lean in and give him a proper kiss on his lips* Hi.
Dom: *I kiss him back and resist the urge to ruffle his hair. I can’t help but adore him before he’s fully awake. Anytime, really. Instead I get up and retrieve a couple cups from the cupboard as I wait for the coffee to finish brewing. I lean against the kitchen counter.*
Bill: *I watch him sleepily, the sight of him leaning against the counter almost enough to make me fully awake. I smile lazily.* How are you, love?
Dom: Terrific. *I answer, returning his smile with one of my own, and I busy myself getting out the milk and sugar for the coffee.* How about you? Sleep okay?
Bill: *I nod and yawn again* Too well, I think. Price I pay for sleeping in the arms of a beautiful man, I guess. *I smile fondly at him, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes*
Dom: *I laugh softly and turn my attention to pouring the coffee once it’s done.* I don’t know how it’s possible to sleep too well, but if that beautiful man makes a good mattress, then I’m glad. *I fix our coffees and put the milk and sugar away. Returning to the table I kiss the top of his head before setting his coffee in front of him and settling into the chair again.*
Bill: Mm...he does indeed. And thank you. *I take his hand as I raise the cup to my lips* First sip of coffee of the day is second only to the first kiss from you. This is good coffee.
Dom: Morning breath and all, eh? *I smile and squeeze his hand in return, taking a sip from my own cup. Little details like the knowledge that I’ve got how Billy likes his coffee down please me to no end. I watch him fondly, wanting to see the gradual perking-up effects of the first cup of the morning.*
Bill: *I lean forward on the table, one hand still holding his, the other cupping my chin, elbow on the table* How does it feel to love an old man?
Dom: *I pause after taking a sip of coffee, eyeing him.* Not to bad, actually. I mean, I really thought there would be false teeth and hearing aids lying around with someone as geriatric as you, but I suppose there’s still time for that, right? *I tease, grinning and squeezing his hand, bringing it to my lips.*
Bill: *I snort into my coffee cup and hold his hand tightly* Still a few more years for that, yes. Now, if you'd kindly bring me my walker....
Dom: See, you’re just like the rest of the old folks, acting infirm just so they can get those of us with youthful bodies to run around for them. Besides, you’re totally jumping the gun. You can’t be considered old by anyone until you’re at least forty. *I laugh and take another sip.* You’re never going to be old, Billy. I’ll probably get old before you do.
Bill: *I blink slowly, smiling like a schoolboy* I doubt that. You're too full of life, Footie. I live vicariously through you, whether you realize it or not.
Dom: *I shake my head slowly, letting go of my cup in favor of wrapping both hands around his.* Don’t need to do that, just live with me. Because even if we grow old, at least we’ll never grow up, right? *I smile, running my fingertips slowly over the back of his hand.*
Bill: *I look down at our hands, then back up at him, my eyes widening as I'm slowly waking up* Not going anywhere, Dom. But I can't help but see my life through your eyes. It's one of the things that made me fall in love with you.
Dom: *I smile softly, taking one of my hands and stroking his cheek with the back of my hand. I lean and kiss him tenderly, nuzzling his cheek.* Love you, birthday boy.
Bill: *I grin and lean in to hug him close, my hands going through his hair* I love you. So, so much, Dommie. You have no idea.
Dom: *I hold him tightly for a moment, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and decide that probably neither of us will ever really be able to fathom how much we love each other, and that’s how it should be. Let it be boundless. I let him go finally, picking up my cup to finish the rest of my coffee, and I stand.* Now... what do you want for breakfast? Toast? *I pause.* Uh... do you trust me with anything but toast?
Bill: *I give him a mock-shifty look* Uh....*I chuckle and drain my coffee.* What do YOU want?
Dom: *I shrug and smile at him innocently.* This is supposed to be your birthday. I bet I could do with a bowl of cereal, maybe some fruit, another cup of coffee, maybe? Would that do you? Save any cooking adventures for another time?
Bill: Or..I could make you breakfast. French toast with fresh fruit, eggs and bacon....*I smile and rise from my seat*
Dom: You’re not supposed to cook for me on your birthday! *I sputter, but already his suggestion has burned itself into my brain. I catch him around the waist, pulling him close for a moment.* Naughty... seducing me with your tempting powers in the kitchen...
Bill: *I step into his embrace and answer him with a smoldering kiss, my tongue sliding over his lips before invading the heat of his mouth*
Dom: *I respond instantly, tongue moving to meet his as my hands clutch uselessly at his waist, a slight whimper escaping on my exhalation.*
Bill: *I smile into the kiss just as I end it, and pull away to look into his face* Happy Birthday to me, indeed.
Dom: You get one of those every day. I’ll just have to give you extra today, since it’s your birthday. *I smile happily, almost feeling like it’s my birthday, and I kiss the tip of his nose.*
Bill: You're beautiful, Footie.
Dom: So’re you, love. *I murmur, fingers curling against his waist.* And every day you get more so. *I kiss his forehead, unable to stop myself.*
Bill: You flatter me because I feel old today. You're a slick one. I've gotta watch out for you. *I wink and turn to the cupboards to begin searching for pans*
Dom: What can I say? You know me too well. *I retreat back to the chair, perching on the edge before remembering something.* Billy? Before you start, will you open one of your presents?
Bill: *I turn and look at him, surprised* Tell me you didn't....
Dom: *I grin widely for a moment before tapering it down into something more innocent.* Tell you I didn’t what?
Bill: Dom...you didn't have to get me anything....
Dom: Oh hush. *I admonish gently, shaking my head as I rise.* It’s not as if I bought you a new car or anything. Just a couple little things that I thought you would like.
Bill: *I bite my lip, staring at him and shaking my head* I...thank you.
Dom: *I smile and shake my head back at him, heading towards the doorway.* Don’t thank me yet; what if you hate it and want to throw it out? *I leave the kitchen and hurry upstairs to the study.*
Bill: *I blink. Why the hell would I throw out anything Dom has given me? I shake my head, smiling, and go about getting eggs out of the fridge*
Dom: *I grab the box and return downstairs, practically skipping into the kitchen as I hop up onto the counter.* For the sake of sentimentality... well, distasteful sentimentality... and because I like watching you cook. *I hold out the box.* See? Really, it’s more of a present for me than for you.
Bill: *I raise an eyebrow and smile, and begin unwrapping the box*
Dom: *I smile sneakily and swing my legs a bit, watching him unwrap the present.*
Bill: *I open it and look at what's inside, and immediately I fall over laughing. I bounce a little and hold the apron up, giggling and shaking my head* You are too perfect. This is wonderful, Dommie. Ah, memories....*I rush over to him and kiss him all over his face*
Dom: *I grip him and laugh, pleased that he likes it.* Now you can be even more of a rock star than you were before, Billy. *I kiss him back whenever he pauses long enough to give me the chance.*
Bill: You're way too good to me, Dommie. This is such a great gift! *I put the apron on and pose for him* How do I look?
Dom: *I giggle so hard I almost fall off the counter.* Stunning! It’s you, really. Totally your look. I love it.
Bill: *I smile, blushing a little as I look at him* Thank you, Footie. Really..this is wonderful.
Dom: I’m glad you like it, Bill. I saw it and thought of you. *I smile and reach out for his hand, still admiring the apron.*
Bill: *I kiss him gently again, smiling as I do* Now, have a seat and I'll whip us up some brekkie real quick.
Dom: Yessir. *I hop off the counter and go to sit in a chair, watching him move about the kitchen.*
Bill: *I hum a bit, smiling as I make French Toast in my new apron, glancing back every now and then to smile at Dom. He doesn't realize that every day has been my birthday and Christmas and Easter since he came back to Glasgow with me. I wonder if there's anything I can ever do that will make him understand how much he's done for me, just by being here.*
Dom: *I prop myself up on an elbow, chin in my hand as Billy cooks breakfast. I wasn’t lying when I said that I liked watching Billy cook. I like these little bits of domesticity in our home, simple as they are. I still don’t think it’s quite fair that Billy has to cook on his own birthday, but I’m certainly not going to complain.*
Bill: *I wink at him every now and then, or bend over dramatically in front of him to "pick up a towel." There's a flirtatious side of me I didn't even know existed until recently, and Dom really brings it out of me* How do you want your eggs, love?
Dom: Um. *Eggs. How can he ask me about eggs right now? Oh, right, breakfast. Buying him that apron may have been a dangerous idea. At least he didn’t offer to cook naked.* Scrambled, please. *I get up from my chair to set the table, grabbing utensils out of a drawer.*
Bill: *I smirk, then go over to the fridge for more eggs, casually brushing against him when I do.* Sorry. Still not awake. I'm a bit clumsy right now.
Dom: *Damn it, the man is trying to kill me. Tease. I prevent myself from reaching out for him with a shred of willpower and grit my teeth, putting the knives and forks onto the table with napkins and going to the cupboard for the syrup and powdered sugar.*
Bill: *I go about cracking the eggs into a bowl and whipping them up. I pour them into the pan and then turn to look at him, a teasing smile on my face. Another yawn comes, but this time I stretch long and slow, gazing at him as I do, and then casually dip my finger inside my apron and inside the waistline of my pajama pants...only for a second. Then I turn back to the stove with a grin on my face*
Dom: *I hate the fact that he knows what he’s doing almost as much as I hate the fact that I’m just encouraging him. Except I’m not sure I hate any of it after all. I watch him as I get the plates down, placing them on the table.* Still tired, Bill? Maybe you need to go back to bed. *I pause before the refrigerator, opening it up and leaning down to get the butter out.* Or maybe a nice, long shower would wake you up. *I stand up abruptly and close the fridge door, setting the butter on the table.*
Bill: *I nod* A nice, long, hot shower after breakfast sounds really good, actually. *I place the French toast on the plates* I must admit washing my back is a bit of trouble though....
Dom: Oh yeah? *I ask casually, getting out the salt and pepper.* Is this a recent problem, or something that’s been happening for awhile? You should really get some help for that. Won’t do to have an unwashed back.
Bill: I used to be able to reach it just fine..but here lately, in the last month or so, I've just been having so much trouble. Of course, there's also this thing I have with dropping the soap...
Dom: Oh, that happens to me occasionally. And then you’ve got to bend all the way down to pick it up... *I shake my head slowly.* God, Bills, it sounds like you’re just a mess in the shower. I really wish there was something I could do for you.
Bill: *I sigh dramatically, bringing the eggs over and spooning them out onto the plate* I know. Oh well, I'll manage, I guess.
Dom: *I refill our coffee cups before sitting down again in the chair, shaking my head again.* Well, you know, if you ever need help with anything, just let me know.
Bill: *I nod gravely, and sit down at the table after putting the pan in the sink.* I'll keep that in mind. But I've managed this long with a dry, itchy back due to lack of attention. I guess I'm kind of used to it by now. *I try not to laugh as I pick up my fork, and I watch him to see his reaction*
Dom: *I pause with a bite halfway to my mouth, blinking before sliding the fork into my mouth.* Well, if it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me. *I say around my food, then swallow and smile sweetly at him.* Good breakfast.
Bill: *I smirk and take a huge forkful of eggs, chewing them and swallowing before responding.* I mean, if you wanted to help, I wouldn't mind. But I wouldn't want to put you out or anything.
Dom: Oh, well that’s very thoughtful of you! *I take a bite of French toast and chew slowly.* I can’t think of anything I’m doing right after breakfast, besides doing the dishes of course. So if you can wait until after I finish those, I could probably fit you in.
Bill: *I smile and raise my voice a few octaves, bouncing a little in my seat* Oh Dominic! That would be absolutely smashing! *I laugh at myself as I reach for my coffee, shaking my head at my own dorkiness.*
Dom: *I mumble an affirmative around a bite of eggs and then nod, swallowing.* Like I said, anything I can do to help! *I wink and nudge him under the table as I take a sip of my coffee.*
Bill: *I begin working on the French toast, eyeing him across the table, my foot tracing his lower leg underneath* I will be eternally grateful. *I smile innocently as I take a big bite of toast, a bit of syrup dripping onto my chin*
Dom: *It’s really tempting to just lean over and lick that syrup right off his face, but instead I extend a hand out and catch the syrup on my thumb, bringing my thumb back to my mouth and licking it off, eyes never leaving his.* It’s my pleasure, really.
Bill: *I lick my lips, watching him lick the syrup off his thumb. I take another bite and chew slowly, shifting in my seat a little as my body already starts to react to his...his everything.* Pleasure is all mine, Footie.
Dom: *I stay silent for a moment, just grinning hugely at him as I take another bite of toast and chew thoughtfully.* Great breakfast, Bill. I don’t think I’ve ever had such good French toast. *I say casually after swallowing.*
Bill: I will admit I've outdone myself, yes. *My foot creeps higher up his leg until it comes to rest right on his crotch. I take another bite* Tasty.
Dom: *I swallow deeply, without a mouthful of food, very aware of just where his foot has so swiftly traveled. I squirm a bit in my chair, taking another sip of coffee quickly.* I’d have to agree with you.
Bill: *I wriggle my toes a bit, now taking a sip of coffee. I don't know how long I can keep up the charade*
Dom: *I don’t really think any more coffee is advisable at this point, considering I’d probably just spill it. I try another bite of eggs, unable to concentrate on the taste of them, as I watch Billy and slowly slump down a bit more in my seat, trying to feel more of him.*
Bill: *I tilt my head to the side and watch him respond to my touch. I wriggle my toes even more as one of my hands discreetly makes its way to my own crotch, meaning only to adjust my hardening cock, but it rests there a moment. My eyes never leave his.*
Dom: *My breath, already a bit quicker than usual, hitches in my throat from the combination of his toes moving more where I need that friction most and the sight of his own hand traveling into his lap. I quickly snap my eyes back up to meet his again, mouth feeling slightly dry as I forget about breakfast.*
Bill: *My mouth curls in a slow grin as my foot begins to massage his crotch and my hand dips inside my pajama pants, massaging my cock. I moan, my eyes slowly closing for a moment, then slowly opening again to meet his gaze. Fuck, him watching me is going to send me over the edge. I could come just like this and utter complaint none*
Dom: *His moan sparks one of my own, now pressing back against his foot in earnest. These heated stares are almost too much for me. My eyes flicker back and forth from his eyes to his lap, where I can just see his arm leading into his pants. I don’t think I’m going to be able to stay seated and not touch him for much longer. My eyes slide shut against my wishes, and I whimper softly.* Billy...
Bill: *I continue to watch him, my hand working my cock a little more furiously now* Yes, love?
Dom: Got to... *I don’t think I can speak anymore. All I can do is do. Though it pains me to do so I back my chair away beyond where his foot can reach and stand up quickly, taking the few steps over to his chair. I lean down and with both hands cupping his face kiss him deeply, tongue sliding past his lips and plunging deeply in his mouth. One hand leaves his face to brush down his arm, following the path that leads into his pants, and I curl my hand over his, entwining fingers around his cock, and move my hand with his.*
Bill: *My breath all but leaves me instantly. I have to admit, I didn't even see that coming. It takes about 1.5 seconds to get over my surprise and go wild with his kiss, my tongue battling his for control, my hips thrusting into our hands. I take my hand away and allow him to stroke me as I grab hold of his pyjama pants with both my hands and force them down over his hips. I grab his cock and stroke it carefully, my hips now working in time with his hand*
Dom: *I choke back a gasp in his mouth when I feel his hand on my aching cock at last, fingers continuing to stroke him even as my knees almost buckle. My other hand comes to the waistband of his pyjama pants, tugging ineffectually to get them off, completely off.*
Bill: *I let go of his cock and grab hold of his ass with both my hands, giving it a massage before pulling him down on my lap. I lean back a little in the chair, planting my feet on the floor to give myself some leverage, and I fuck his mouth with my tongue, whimpering softly, barely breathing*
Dom: *I straddle his lap, pressing myself as close as I can to him with a groan, tightening one leg up around the back of the chair. My tongue battles with his, mouths sliding together with whimpers and moans as I arch against him.*
Bill: *Lube...fuck, I need lube. I need to get inside him right now or I'll make an arse of myself right here in the kitchen. I pull away from him, reluctantly, and slide my forefinger into his mouth as my other hand reaches down to stroke him again* Get it wet for me, Dom....
Dom: *I groan around his finger, tongue curling around it as I suck on it, hips arching up into his fist. My eyes close as my tongue swipes over the pad of his finger, eyes sliding open again to meet his in a long, locked gaze.*
Bill: *My chest is heaving, rising and falling almost in time with my hand, furiously stroking him now. He could come like this..I wouldn't mind. Hell, I could come like this, those lovely lips sucking on my finger. I watch him for a few more moments, then all but force my finger out of his mouth. It immediately seeks his opening and slides right in with little resistance. I watch his face. Fuck, but I love watching him*
Dom: *I choke out a stuttering moan, eyes fluttering for control to stay open so I can watch him. I press down on his finger almost immediately, seeking that feeling of being full. The feeling is so gorgeous, but just a bare ghost of the feeling of his cock inside me. I try to steady my breath a bit more, eyes meeting his again as I rock a bit in his lap.*
Bill: Oh fuck yes...that's right Dom...*I growl as I feel him wriggling around on my finger, loving the look on his face, loving that it's me who makes him break like this. I gently push another finger inside him and begin thrusting, my other hand still stroking his cock. My own cock is pretty much screaming at me right now, but it can wait another moment. Just another moment...let me watch him for now*
Dom: Billy! *His name slides past my lips as my head tips back, arching up and thrusting back down to meet his fingers. My hands grip his shoulders as I wiggle in his lap, gasping at every movement his fingers make.*
Bill: *One more finger joins the other two, and I finger-fuck him hard and fast, getting him ready for me. I kiss his neck while his head is thrown back, biting gently in certain spots, and the hand that strokes him slows. I lick his collar bone and withdraw my fingers, and both my hands grasp his hips, raising him up a bit so that his opening is positioned right at the head of my cock* Look at me, Dom. I want to see your face when I fill you....
Dom: *My breath catches and my eyes snap to his, a low moan escaping when I see that look in his eyes, that expression of want and need and everything I feel, mirrored back at me. I brace myself, nodding, forcing myself to wait instead of just impaling myself on his cock suddenly like I’m so tempted to do.*
Bill: *I lean in and kiss his lips tenderly, then...* Slow...slow....*I slowly, very slowly push into him, pulling down on his hips as my tongue, mimicking my cock, slowly slides into his mouth*
Dom: *My tongue ghosts slowly over his as I sink down on him, feeling myself stretched and filled more and more as every second passes. When he is fully in me and I am seated firmly on his lap, I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding, taking a moment to kiss him back with all the love I long to show him, feeling our hearts thudding within our chests.*
Bill: *I pull away from him and cup his face in my hands. The look I give him is real and passionate, and I smile* Perfect. You fit me so perfectly, Dom. *I kiss him again, wrapping my arms around him and pulling his chest closer to mine. And then I begin to move inside him*
Dom: *My own arms slide around his shoulders and I lift myself up a bit, sliding back down with a shuddering breath. I press my lips to his cheek, breathing warmly against his skin as we move slowly, just slowly now, feeling every instance of contact between us. He’s right. I’ve never felt such a perfect fit as this.*
Bill: *I tilt my head back now and just relax into the rhythm. Every thrust is sweet torture for me, and he's so fucking beautiful like this. We move like water, just flowing perfectly together. I lean in and kiss his shoulder now, my hands running along his arms and chest*
Dom: *I slide my hands down his back, fingertips pressing softly into his skin as I rise to meet his every thrust. Every few breaths I let out a breathy whimper, pressing my lips to his skin, my mouth moving slowly across his cheek and jaw line. He feels so good inside of me... more than just the absolute pleasure I get from his lighting my every nerve on fire. But he truly does complete me, in a hundred different ways.*
Bill: Dom...love you so much Dom...*I speed up the rhythm a bit, though not of my own accord. My body seems to just react naturally with his; it knows what he needs and how to give it to him, and I don't argue. I just go with it. I lay my head on his shoulder for a moment, turning my head to run my tongue along the vein in his neck, one of my hands now seeking his cock* So beautiful, love...so beautiful...
Dom: *I murmur wordlessly, happily, against his shoulder, body adjusting its own rhythm when his speeds up. I groan when his hand finds my cock, jumping in his hand, and my breath grows more ragged by the moment. I muffle my murmurs against his shoulder for a moment, then let out a little cry when his cock meets my sweet spot.* You feel so perfect in me, Billy... we feel so perfect together. God, I love you!
Bill: *I smile up at him, again watching his face. My free hand traces a line down the side of his face, my fingertips tracing his lips. I thrust harder when I hear that little cry that I love so much, knowing I've found that spot. My own whimpers and moans mix with his, and it's funny because I can't tell which cries are mine and which are his anymore. I raise up out of the chair a bit, thrusting pretty much as hard as I can, sweating now, heart beating out of my chest*
Dom: *I kiss his fingertips, barely consciously, before crying out again, bearing down as he hits that spot again and again. His thrusts shake me, wracking through me into the deepest depths of my body.* Gonna come Bill... so close... *My eyes open to watch him and I pant, holding onto this feeling for as long as I can before I’m swept away.*
Bill: *I kiss his lips again* I know, love...I know. Just let go. I've got you....*I am relentless, refusing to stop, refusing to let go myself until he comes for me. I shut my eyes for a moment and lose myself in his heat, in his tightness. He is love. I still can't believe that he's mine*
Dom: Billy, Billy, Billy... *His name is like a mantra, flowing with my rapid breathing as my entire body tenses up, feeling the building within me, and as he buries himself within me one more time I feel myself shatter, coming with a cross between a sob and a moan as I spill between us.*
Bill: *I wrap one arm around him, pulling him as close to me as possible while my hand strokes him through his orgasm. I feel the warmth of him spill over my hand and I arch my back, still thrusting, very close to the edge myself* Mm...hold on Dom...just a....moment...hold on....
Dom: *I hold tight to him, feeling the aftershocks shake through my body as he continues to thrust into me. I clench around him, moaning against his cheek as I press my face there. My arms tighten as my lips trace across his cheek, hips moving with his.*
Bill: Right..fucking....there....*My body begins to spasm and I hold in my cry as much as I can as my orgasm hits. It slams into me and I almost fall off the chair, and my scream fills the kitchen, my hands gripping him tightly* Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.... Dom.... shitfuckhell....
Dom: *I grab tightly to him as he comes, feeling him fill me with warmth as I hang on to him as he rides it out. My arms stay securely around him, hands smoothing up and down his back as he shudders beneath me, and I press kisses all across his face.* Love you, love you... *I murmur softly.*
Bill: *I try to respond, tell him I love him too, but that's going to have to wait until I catch my breath. I cling to him, kissing his lips each time my breath allows it. After a moment, I'm able to whisper.* I love you, Dominic....*I grasp his hips and lift him slowly off of me, withdrawing from him, then settle him on my lap again* God...
Dom: *I murmur nonsense happily, nuzzling gently against his cheek as I wrap myself tightly around him, kissing him gently at every opportunity.* Good thing these are strong kitchen chairs, eh? *I laugh softly, kissing him again.* I love you so, so much, Billy.
Bill: *I chuckle a little and hold him to me, stroking his hair and humming quietly* This was actually a dangerous way to find out just how sturdy these chairs are. But I hardly think I'd have noticed if it broke.
Dom: *I rest my cheek against his shoulder, sighing contentedly with a little laugh.* The chair probably wouldn’t have been our top priority, you’re right. Still, always good to know what they can withstand, for future reference. *I grin and kiss his shoulder.*
Bill: Mm...you naughty thing. *I smile and kiss him gently, still catching my breath a bit* Love you, Dommie.
Dom: *I hold him tightly, looking at him fondly, and I raise a hand to stroke his cheek gently.* Love you too, Billy. *I sigh finally and lift myself off his lap, listening for any telltale groans from the chair. I moan a bit as I stand, stretching.*
Bill: *I stand when he does and I pick my pants up from the floor* How about that shower then? We're definitely sticky enough...*I grin at him, blushing a bit*
Dom: *I laugh and can’t resist pressing a smiling kiss to his blush, and then nod as I reach over to pick up my own pants.* Sounds good to me. I’ll even wash your back for you if you like. *I grin and wink at him.*
Bill: *I gasp* What makes you think I can't wash my own back? *I return the wink and take his hand, leading him toward the stairs* The dishes can most definitely wait until later.
Dom: If you’re sure... *I squeeze his hand and follow after him up the stairs.* You’re probably right; I don’t think they’ll go anywhere.
Bill: *I stop by the linen closet in the hall to grab fresh towels* Want to get the shower running?
Dom: Sure. *I let go of his hand and head to the bathroom, dropping my pyjama pants in a heap on the floor. I push the curtain back and turn on the shower, feeling the water with my hand and adjusting the temperature until it’s just right, then wait for Billy.*
Bill: *I step into the bathroom and laugh when I realize I'm still wearing the apron* Now, be honest. Were you thinking of the Rock Star when you were making love to me?
Dom: Would I do that? *I gasp, mock-shocked.* You’re all the rock star I need. *I grin and step into the shower, beckoning him with one finger as I step under the spray.*
Bill: *I look at the apron before discarding it on the floor* I certainly hope so. My cock is bigger than his. *I chuckle and then join him in the shower, immediately going to hug him, tilting my head back as the water hits our bodies*
Dom: *I laugh and wrap my arms around him, tipping my head against his shoulder, away from the water.* You’re a lot warmer than he is too, I think. And much nicer to cuddle.
Bill: Mm..mandatory cuddle time in the shower. Maybe we should incorporate that into our routine, yeah? *I lay my head against his and sway, almost dancing with him under the perfect-hot water*
Dom: As long as that’s not our only cuddle time. We might get kind of pruney. And the water would go cold. It’s nice though, isn’t it? *I blink up at his through the water.*
Bill: It's perfect. No place I'd rather be than here with you right now. *I press a kiss to his lips and smile at him, still swaying*
Dom: As long as I’m in your arms, I’m happy. *I hum contentedly, pressing my cheek to his as the water sluices down over our bodies.* Happy birthday, love.
Bill: *I laugh and shake my head, watching him through the falling water* Shite...I keep forgetting about that. See what you do to me? If you're trying to make me feel special because it's my birthday, forget it. This is how you make me feel everyday. And thank you.
Dom: Not trying to make you feel special, just trying to remind you how old you are. *I giggle and kiss him quickly.* You make me feel special everyday too, Billy. So we’re even.
Bill: *I finally untangle myself from his embrace long enough to find the soap.* Turn around, love.
Dom: *I do as I’m told, turning my head to look at him for a moment before turning fully around. I think I’m liking the idea of mutual showers more often. Makes sense, really. Water conservation and all that.*
Bill: *Using the soap I begin to later and massage his shoulders, placing tiny kisses on the back of his neck and spine before I wash or rub each spot.* Did you want to do anything today or are we going to be lazy blokes and lay around and hug and kiss all day?
Dom: You have the best ideas, Bill. *I’m quite enjoying this careful attention I’m getting as he washes me, and I’m already looking forward to returning the favor. Makes me feel a bit guilty for not already doing so, though. I’m also starting to feel guilty that I don’t have any big surprises really planned for him today, other than the fact that I was going to take him out to a nice dinner. But it’s his birthday, and I wish I could give him the world.* It’s your birthday. I figured I’d leave it open to what you wanted to do.
Bill: Ah, you know me, Dom. I'm not difficult to please. Even though a small ice cream cake sounds quite nice. Think we could pick one up? Share it later?
Dom: Of course we can. *I say softly, turning my head in an attempt to look at him, but I can’t quite see him.* Right after I take you out for a nice dinner, wherever you want to go. Because if you think I’m letting you cook dinner as well, you are sorely mistaken.
Bill: *I move my hands now down his back, gently kneading as I wash, working out any little knots I find. I'm happy to find those knots are very, very few. I pause a moment and frown slightly when he says this.* What...what if I don't want to really go out though? Would you be insulted? I like to cook, Dom. Birthday or no. But if you insist, why don't we just pick up some carry out from a nice restaurant when we go get the cake?
Dom: *I’m finding it hard to concentrate on anything but the lovely things he’s doing to my back, but I hear his words and tip my head down.* I’m not going to insist on anything. *It’s his birthday and that’s important to me, even if it isn’t to him. And I’m not going to stop him from doing anything he wants to do.* If you want to cook dinner, then I want you to cook dinner. I guess... *I sigh and turn in his arms finally, resting my hands on his waist.* I just wanted to make today special, that’s all. But really all I want is for you to be able to do what you want to do.
Bill: *I bite my lip and drop my hands to my side* I've insulted you.
Dom: No! No, no, no. *I take his hands in my own, squeezing them tightly.* God Bill, no. I just got carried away. You haven’t insulted me. As long as we’re doing what you want to be doing and I can see you smiling, then I’ll know I’m doing something right.
Bill: *I look up at him through lowered lashes and spatters of water* But..if you wanted to do something else...
Dom: *I shake my head, smiling at him apologetically.* What I want to do today is be with you. That is my only requirement. As long as you can deal with that, we should be fine. *I smile more broadly and rest my forehead against his.* Besides, you know I love your cooking. Do you honestly think I’d have the power to object to you in the kitchen?
Bill: *I nod and kiss him softly on the lips. Then I place one hand on his shoulder and turn him around again, finding the spot on his back where I left off. I take up the massage again* We'll get some take out. And an ice cream cake. And we'll spend the day making out on the couch in front of a movie we have no intention of really watching.
Dom: *I groan as his fingers probe my back again, practically melting against his touch.* I told you, you have the best ideas. I’m all for it. *I’m silent for a moment, resting my hands against the tile of the wall.* I have one more present for you. Can I show you after the shower?
Bill: *I smile and lean in, licking then kissing his earlobe as my hands travel down farther, now massaging the small of his back* Mm...you spoil me
Dom: *I shiver a bit at his mouth on my ear, lips curling up into a grin.* It's a gift like the apron... kind of for both of us, really.
Bill: I can't wait, then. Even though... *I slip both my arms around his waist* You gave me the best gift months before my birthday. It's right here in my arms, right now. And here's where it will stay.
Dom: No refunds or exchanges. Comes with a lifetime warranty. *I tip my head back against his shoulder and smile. I never feel so at home as when I’m in his arms.*
Bill: *I smile against his skin as I lean in to kiss his shoulder again* How'd I get so lucky, eh? I'd share you with the world because everyone could use you in their lives, but I'm greedy so...nah.
Dom: I don’t think I’d have the same effect on everyone in the world as I do on you, and for that I’m grateful. *I turn my head against his shoulder, nose brushing his cheek.* I belong to you, and you belong to me. No sharing is allowed.
Bill: *I turn him around so he's facing me now. I rub his chest and stomach, working a good lather, my fingertips tickling his soft skin* I do belong to you, Dominic. And if anyone else comes near you I'd have to kick their arse.
Dom: *I grin, reaching for the soap so I can start working on him as well.* I’d have to get tickets to that one. But seeing as I don’t plan on leaving your side, chances are slim that will ever have to happen. *I rub the soap between my hands and then rub my hands over his chest, working with his movements.*
Bill: *I stop moving my hands for a moment and just relax as he touches me* Are you nervous about filming the next season of "Lost?"
Dom: *I let my hands wander slowly over his body, watching them in their progress, and I stay silent for a moment.* Yeah, I am. *It’s half true. The work itself shouldn’t be a problem at all. I’m looking forward to that part. But it’s the hours outside of work that have me worried, the times when I have to keep myself occupied, by myself.* I mean, a bit. Filming should be fun.
Bill: It will be. And you'll be in Hawaii. It'll be a good time. *I can feel him tense a bit beneath my touch, and I look into his eyes* I'll come and see you as often as I can, love. There won't be too many nights when we'll have to sleep alone. And when I can't be there, I'll call you.
Dom: *I nod quickly, giving him a small smile as I continue my washing.* I know. And I’ll call you. So you’re going to have to get used to being called at odd times of the day, mister. Big time difference between here and there.
Bill: *I give him a loving smile* You speak as though you think I'll mind. I don't care..wake me, call me while I'm in the shower, call me while I'm at a gig. I don't care. You're the most important thing in my life.
Dom: I’m sure that would go over well... “Sorry, I’ll finish the bridge when I get back. I’ve got to take a call from my boyfriend.” *I tickle his stomach lightly, grinning at him.*
Bill: *I laugh and take his hand on reflex, then pull him close to me* Don't doubt me. That's exactly what I would do.
Dom: I don’t doubt it! *I laugh and tip my temple against his, hands resting on his hips.* How about you just turn the phone on and finish the song, so I can hear? And then you can tell the audience to bugger off and find their own rock star, because you’re mine.
Bill: Mm...and I'll sing a song just for you. *I press my lips to his cheek and back him under the spray, rinsing off any soap that remains. I sway with him in my arms again, humming a soft, slow tune in his ear*
Dom: *I sigh softly, closing my eyes against the spray of the water and just listen to him, hearing his song all around me and letting myself slip into it. I could listen to him forever, I know.*
Bill: *I turn my face so my mouth is pressed against his ear* I love you. So, so very much, Dom.
Dom: *I nod, arms tightening around him.* You’re my everything, Billy. I love you too, forever and always.
Bill: *I pull back and smile at him.* We should get out of here, y'think? We're gonna turn to shriveled old men soon.
Dom: Too late for some of us, eh Bill? *I grin and let go of him, hopping out of the shower before he has a chance to retaliate.*
Bill: Aye, I fucking walked right into that one. *I turn the shower off and follow him out. I look around the bathroom for a moment before quickly grabbing every towel in sight and dashing out into the hallway toward the bedroom* But I'm still faster than you!
Dom: Hey! *I grin and run after him, but it’s true, he is faster than me. I reach the bedroom and shake out my hair, wet dog style, grinning at Billy.* Going to share the towels or do I have to use the bedspread?
Bill: *I chuckle and drop all the towels on the floor but one, which I open up in front of me, inviting him in* C'mere, then...
Dom: *I step forward and allow myself to be enveloped, humming happily. I lean in and plant a kiss on his nose.*
Bill: *I wrap the towel around him and tilt my head so that my lips meet his. I hold onto him tightly and kiss him deeply, backing up toward the bed. I fall back on it, pulling him on top of me. I smile then, and look up at him, one hand letting go to cup his face...then I kiss him again*
Dom: *Dangerous thing, falling while having your arms wrapped up in a towel. I disentangle my arms and slide them around him, mouth sliding open and moving against his as I kiss him back. Certainly the best way to end mandatory cuddle time in the shower is to go immediately into mandatory snogging time on the bed.*
Bill: *I end the kiss and roll over, my body curling into his, not caring that I'm still stark naked and dripping wet on the bed. I lay my head on his shoulder and sigh happily, my hand still cupping his face, thumb caressing his jaw*
Dom: *I tug on the excess towel around me, spreading it ineffectually over him as well. I slide a hand up through his hair, rubbing against his scalp gently as I smile, tangling my legs with his.*
Bill: Maybe we won't leave the house at all. I don't really need food. I just need this. *I snuggle closer, laughing lightly at nothing...or perhaps not nothing, but at how ridiculous it is for me to be this happy, this comfortable, this much in love.*
Dom: Hmm... stay like this for a few hours and then ask yourself the same question when you’re cold and hungry. We didn’t even finish breakfast, remember? We were interrupted. *I grin and nuzzle his cheek, pressing kisses wherever I encounter skin.* I know what you mean, though.
Bill: It's not like I left the table hungry. And if you don't mind, I'd rather like to stay like this for a few hours....
Dom: I’d rather like for you to stay like this for a few hours as well. Especially the no clothes bit. *I tighten my grip around him, other hand still sliding through his hair.* Especially the part where you don’t leave my arms and let me hold you all day.
Bill: *I yawn a bit, then I sit up, reaching for the blanket that's folded at the end of the bed. I pull it over us and reclaim my position in his arms, legs tangled with his* Does that answer your question?
Dom: *I grin as he comes back to me, slipping one arm around him as I reach for his hand with the other. I entwine our fingers and bring his hand up to my lips, kissing ever knuckle as I look into his eyes.* It certainly does.
Bill: *I smile sleepily while looking at him* It's early still. We can stand to sleep a few hours, yeah?
Dom: I think we can. *I let go of his hand to cradle the back of his head, tucking him into me so I can hear his heart beat and his breathing mingle with mine indeterminately.* Sleep, love.
Bill: Mm...*I follow his lead and nuzzle his neck, my arms immediately sliding under and around him when he lets go of my hand.* You take such good care of me, Footie. Get some....*Yawn* ...rest.
Dom: We take good care of each other. *I say softly, kissing his forehead.* I will. Sweet dreams, Billy. *I don’t know how ready I am for sleep, but I know that just holding him until sleep comes for me will be just as refreshing.*
Dom: *It’s Billy’s birthday, and it wasn’t until I woke up this morning that I remembered that I had yet to wrap the few presents I got him. Knowing Billy, he probably wouldn’t mind, but I liked the sentiment behind wrapping packages in brightly colored paper and topping them with obnoxious bows. So I’ve holed myself up in the study to wrap, giving Bill strict instructions not to enter the room unless he wanted to be tickled to death or face a fate equally as nasty. It doesn’t take me long, though, and I leave the packages on the desk to be opened whenever we get around to it and leave the room to see just where he’s got to in the meantime.*
Bill: *I'm fumbling around in the kitchen, very tired for some reason and desperately in need of some coffee. I'm in a great mood, but I can't seem to wake up. I curse silently at coffee filters and finally get the damn pot started. I stumble over to the table and sit down. Dom's told me to stay away from the study and I have no idea why. But I hate to be tickled (unless it's during sex) so I'm not even going to cross him. I'm not awake enough to fight him. I hear him coming down the stairs and I call to him.* I'm in the kitchen, Footie.
Dom: *I head into the kitchen at the sound of his voice, grinning when I see him at the kitchen table, still heavily shrouded in the cloak of sleepiness. I come up behind his chair and lean over him, planting a loud kiss on his cheek before pulling up a chair next to him and plopping down in it.* Morning, birthday boy.
Bill: *I yawn unashamedly and wave, then lean in and give him a proper kiss on his lips* Hi.
Dom: *I kiss him back and resist the urge to ruffle his hair. I can’t help but adore him before he’s fully awake. Anytime, really. Instead I get up and retrieve a couple cups from the cupboard as I wait for the coffee to finish brewing. I lean against the kitchen counter.*
Bill: *I watch him sleepily, the sight of him leaning against the counter almost enough to make me fully awake. I smile lazily.* How are you, love?
Dom: Terrific. *I answer, returning his smile with one of my own, and I busy myself getting out the milk and sugar for the coffee.* How about you? Sleep okay?
Bill: *I nod and yawn again* Too well, I think. Price I pay for sleeping in the arms of a beautiful man, I guess. *I smile fondly at him, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes*
Dom: *I laugh softly and turn my attention to pouring the coffee once it’s done.* I don’t know how it’s possible to sleep too well, but if that beautiful man makes a good mattress, then I’m glad. *I fix our coffees and put the milk and sugar away. Returning to the table I kiss the top of his head before setting his coffee in front of him and settling into the chair again.*
Bill: Mm...he does indeed. And thank you. *I take his hand as I raise the cup to my lips* First sip of coffee of the day is second only to the first kiss from you. This is good coffee.
Dom: Morning breath and all, eh? *I smile and squeeze his hand in return, taking a sip from my own cup. Little details like the knowledge that I’ve got how Billy likes his coffee down please me to no end. I watch him fondly, wanting to see the gradual perking-up effects of the first cup of the morning.*
Bill: *I lean forward on the table, one hand still holding his, the other cupping my chin, elbow on the table* How does it feel to love an old man?
Dom: *I pause after taking a sip of coffee, eyeing him.* Not to bad, actually. I mean, I really thought there would be false teeth and hearing aids lying around with someone as geriatric as you, but I suppose there’s still time for that, right? *I tease, grinning and squeezing his hand, bringing it to my lips.*
Bill: *I snort into my coffee cup and hold his hand tightly* Still a few more years for that, yes. Now, if you'd kindly bring me my walker....
Dom: See, you’re just like the rest of the old folks, acting infirm just so they can get those of us with youthful bodies to run around for them. Besides, you’re totally jumping the gun. You can’t be considered old by anyone until you’re at least forty. *I laugh and take another sip.* You’re never going to be old, Billy. I’ll probably get old before you do.
Bill: *I blink slowly, smiling like a schoolboy* I doubt that. You're too full of life, Footie. I live vicariously through you, whether you realize it or not.
Dom: *I shake my head slowly, letting go of my cup in favor of wrapping both hands around his.* Don’t need to do that, just live with me. Because even if we grow old, at least we’ll never grow up, right? *I smile, running my fingertips slowly over the back of his hand.*
Bill: *I look down at our hands, then back up at him, my eyes widening as I'm slowly waking up* Not going anywhere, Dom. But I can't help but see my life through your eyes. It's one of the things that made me fall in love with you.
Dom: *I smile softly, taking one of my hands and stroking his cheek with the back of my hand. I lean and kiss him tenderly, nuzzling his cheek.* Love you, birthday boy.
Bill: *I grin and lean in to hug him close, my hands going through his hair* I love you. So, so much, Dommie. You have no idea.
Dom: *I hold him tightly for a moment, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and decide that probably neither of us will ever really be able to fathom how much we love each other, and that’s how it should be. Let it be boundless. I let him go finally, picking up my cup to finish the rest of my coffee, and I stand.* Now... what do you want for breakfast? Toast? *I pause.* Uh... do you trust me with anything but toast?
Bill: *I give him a mock-shifty look* Uh....*I chuckle and drain my coffee.* What do YOU want?
Dom: *I shrug and smile at him innocently.* This is supposed to be your birthday. I bet I could do with a bowl of cereal, maybe some fruit, another cup of coffee, maybe? Would that do you? Save any cooking adventures for another time?
Bill: Or..I could make you breakfast. French toast with fresh fruit, eggs and bacon....*I smile and rise from my seat*
Dom: You’re not supposed to cook for me on your birthday! *I sputter, but already his suggestion has burned itself into my brain. I catch him around the waist, pulling him close for a moment.* Naughty... seducing me with your tempting powers in the kitchen...
Bill: *I step into his embrace and answer him with a smoldering kiss, my tongue sliding over his lips before invading the heat of his mouth*
Dom: *I respond instantly, tongue moving to meet his as my hands clutch uselessly at his waist, a slight whimper escaping on my exhalation.*
Bill: *I smile into the kiss just as I end it, and pull away to look into his face* Happy Birthday to me, indeed.
Dom: You get one of those every day. I’ll just have to give you extra today, since it’s your birthday. *I smile happily, almost feeling like it’s my birthday, and I kiss the tip of his nose.*
Bill: You're beautiful, Footie.
Dom: So’re you, love. *I murmur, fingers curling against his waist.* And every day you get more so. *I kiss his forehead, unable to stop myself.*
Bill: You flatter me because I feel old today. You're a slick one. I've gotta watch out for you. *I wink and turn to the cupboards to begin searching for pans*
Dom: What can I say? You know me too well. *I retreat back to the chair, perching on the edge before remembering something.* Billy? Before you start, will you open one of your presents?
Bill: *I turn and look at him, surprised* Tell me you didn't....
Dom: *I grin widely for a moment before tapering it down into something more innocent.* Tell you I didn’t what?
Bill: Dom...you didn't have to get me anything....
Dom: Oh hush. *I admonish gently, shaking my head as I rise.* It’s not as if I bought you a new car or anything. Just a couple little things that I thought you would like.
Bill: *I bite my lip, staring at him and shaking my head* I...thank you.
Dom: *I smile and shake my head back at him, heading towards the doorway.* Don’t thank me yet; what if you hate it and want to throw it out? *I leave the kitchen and hurry upstairs to the study.*
Bill: *I blink. Why the hell would I throw out anything Dom has given me? I shake my head, smiling, and go about getting eggs out of the fridge*
Dom: *I grab the box and return downstairs, practically skipping into the kitchen as I hop up onto the counter.* For the sake of sentimentality... well, distasteful sentimentality... and because I like watching you cook. *I hold out the box.* See? Really, it’s more of a present for me than for you.
Bill: *I raise an eyebrow and smile, and begin unwrapping the box*
Dom: *I smile sneakily and swing my legs a bit, watching him unwrap the present.*
Bill: *I open it and look at what's inside, and immediately I fall over laughing. I bounce a little and hold the apron up, giggling and shaking my head* You are too perfect. This is wonderful, Dommie. Ah, memories....*I rush over to him and kiss him all over his face*
Dom: *I grip him and laugh, pleased that he likes it.* Now you can be even more of a rock star than you were before, Billy. *I kiss him back whenever he pauses long enough to give me the chance.*
Bill: You're way too good to me, Dommie. This is such a great gift! *I put the apron on and pose for him* How do I look?
Dom: *I giggle so hard I almost fall off the counter.* Stunning! It’s you, really. Totally your look. I love it.
Bill: *I smile, blushing a little as I look at him* Thank you, Footie. Really..this is wonderful.
Dom: I’m glad you like it, Bill. I saw it and thought of you. *I smile and reach out for his hand, still admiring the apron.*
Bill: *I kiss him gently again, smiling as I do* Now, have a seat and I'll whip us up some brekkie real quick.
Dom: Yessir. *I hop off the counter and go to sit in a chair, watching him move about the kitchen.*
Bill: *I hum a bit, smiling as I make French Toast in my new apron, glancing back every now and then to smile at Dom. He doesn't realize that every day has been my birthday and Christmas and Easter since he came back to Glasgow with me. I wonder if there's anything I can ever do that will make him understand how much he's done for me, just by being here.*
Dom: *I prop myself up on an elbow, chin in my hand as Billy cooks breakfast. I wasn’t lying when I said that I liked watching Billy cook. I like these little bits of domesticity in our home, simple as they are. I still don’t think it’s quite fair that Billy has to cook on his own birthday, but I’m certainly not going to complain.*
Bill: *I wink at him every now and then, or bend over dramatically in front of him to "pick up a towel." There's a flirtatious side of me I didn't even know existed until recently, and Dom really brings it out of me* How do you want your eggs, love?
Dom: Um. *Eggs. How can he ask me about eggs right now? Oh, right, breakfast. Buying him that apron may have been a dangerous idea. At least he didn’t offer to cook naked.* Scrambled, please. *I get up from my chair to set the table, grabbing utensils out of a drawer.*
Bill: *I smirk, then go over to the fridge for more eggs, casually brushing against him when I do.* Sorry. Still not awake. I'm a bit clumsy right now.
Dom: *Damn it, the man is trying to kill me. Tease. I prevent myself from reaching out for him with a shred of willpower and grit my teeth, putting the knives and forks onto the table with napkins and going to the cupboard for the syrup and powdered sugar.*
Bill: *I go about cracking the eggs into a bowl and whipping them up. I pour them into the pan and then turn to look at him, a teasing smile on my face. Another yawn comes, but this time I stretch long and slow, gazing at him as I do, and then casually dip my finger inside my apron and inside the waistline of my pajama pants...only for a second. Then I turn back to the stove with a grin on my face*
Dom: *I hate the fact that he knows what he’s doing almost as much as I hate the fact that I’m just encouraging him. Except I’m not sure I hate any of it after all. I watch him as I get the plates down, placing them on the table.* Still tired, Bill? Maybe you need to go back to bed. *I pause before the refrigerator, opening it up and leaning down to get the butter out.* Or maybe a nice, long shower would wake you up. *I stand up abruptly and close the fridge door, setting the butter on the table.*
Bill: *I nod* A nice, long, hot shower after breakfast sounds really good, actually. *I place the French toast on the plates* I must admit washing my back is a bit of trouble though....
Dom: Oh yeah? *I ask casually, getting out the salt and pepper.* Is this a recent problem, or something that’s been happening for awhile? You should really get some help for that. Won’t do to have an unwashed back.
Bill: I used to be able to reach it just fine..but here lately, in the last month or so, I've just been having so much trouble. Of course, there's also this thing I have with dropping the soap...
Dom: Oh, that happens to me occasionally. And then you’ve got to bend all the way down to pick it up... *I shake my head slowly.* God, Bills, it sounds like you’re just a mess in the shower. I really wish there was something I could do for you.
Bill: *I sigh dramatically, bringing the eggs over and spooning them out onto the plate* I know. Oh well, I'll manage, I guess.
Dom: *I refill our coffee cups before sitting down again in the chair, shaking my head again.* Well, you know, if you ever need help with anything, just let me know.
Bill: *I nod gravely, and sit down at the table after putting the pan in the sink.* I'll keep that in mind. But I've managed this long with a dry, itchy back due to lack of attention. I guess I'm kind of used to it by now. *I try not to laugh as I pick up my fork, and I watch him to see his reaction*
Dom: *I pause with a bite halfway to my mouth, blinking before sliding the fork into my mouth.* Well, if it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me. *I say around my food, then swallow and smile sweetly at him.* Good breakfast.
Bill: *I smirk and take a huge forkful of eggs, chewing them and swallowing before responding.* I mean, if you wanted to help, I wouldn't mind. But I wouldn't want to put you out or anything.
Dom: Oh, well that’s very thoughtful of you! *I take a bite of French toast and chew slowly.* I can’t think of anything I’m doing right after breakfast, besides doing the dishes of course. So if you can wait until after I finish those, I could probably fit you in.
Bill: *I smile and raise my voice a few octaves, bouncing a little in my seat* Oh Dominic! That would be absolutely smashing! *I laugh at myself as I reach for my coffee, shaking my head at my own dorkiness.*
Dom: *I mumble an affirmative around a bite of eggs and then nod, swallowing.* Like I said, anything I can do to help! *I wink and nudge him under the table as I take a sip of my coffee.*
Bill: *I begin working on the French toast, eyeing him across the table, my foot tracing his lower leg underneath* I will be eternally grateful. *I smile innocently as I take a big bite of toast, a bit of syrup dripping onto my chin*
Dom: *It’s really tempting to just lean over and lick that syrup right off his face, but instead I extend a hand out and catch the syrup on my thumb, bringing my thumb back to my mouth and licking it off, eyes never leaving his.* It’s my pleasure, really.
Bill: *I lick my lips, watching him lick the syrup off his thumb. I take another bite and chew slowly, shifting in my seat a little as my body already starts to react to his...his everything.* Pleasure is all mine, Footie.
Dom: *I stay silent for a moment, just grinning hugely at him as I take another bite of toast and chew thoughtfully.* Great breakfast, Bill. I don’t think I’ve ever had such good French toast. *I say casually after swallowing.*
Bill: I will admit I've outdone myself, yes. *My foot creeps higher up his leg until it comes to rest right on his crotch. I take another bite* Tasty.
Dom: *I swallow deeply, without a mouthful of food, very aware of just where his foot has so swiftly traveled. I squirm a bit in my chair, taking another sip of coffee quickly.* I’d have to agree with you.
Bill: *I wriggle my toes a bit, now taking a sip of coffee. I don't know how long I can keep up the charade*
Dom: *I don’t really think any more coffee is advisable at this point, considering I’d probably just spill it. I try another bite of eggs, unable to concentrate on the taste of them, as I watch Billy and slowly slump down a bit more in my seat, trying to feel more of him.*
Bill: *I tilt my head to the side and watch him respond to my touch. I wriggle my toes even more as one of my hands discreetly makes its way to my own crotch, meaning only to adjust my hardening cock, but it rests there a moment. My eyes never leave his.*
Dom: *My breath, already a bit quicker than usual, hitches in my throat from the combination of his toes moving more where I need that friction most and the sight of his own hand traveling into his lap. I quickly snap my eyes back up to meet his again, mouth feeling slightly dry as I forget about breakfast.*
Bill: *My mouth curls in a slow grin as my foot begins to massage his crotch and my hand dips inside my pajama pants, massaging my cock. I moan, my eyes slowly closing for a moment, then slowly opening again to meet his gaze. Fuck, him watching me is going to send me over the edge. I could come just like this and utter complaint none*
Dom: *His moan sparks one of my own, now pressing back against his foot in earnest. These heated stares are almost too much for me. My eyes flicker back and forth from his eyes to his lap, where I can just see his arm leading into his pants. I don’t think I’m going to be able to stay seated and not touch him for much longer. My eyes slide shut against my wishes, and I whimper softly.* Billy...
Bill: *I continue to watch him, my hand working my cock a little more furiously now* Yes, love?
Dom: Got to... *I don’t think I can speak anymore. All I can do is do. Though it pains me to do so I back my chair away beyond where his foot can reach and stand up quickly, taking the few steps over to his chair. I lean down and with both hands cupping his face kiss him deeply, tongue sliding past his lips and plunging deeply in his mouth. One hand leaves his face to brush down his arm, following the path that leads into his pants, and I curl my hand over his, entwining fingers around his cock, and move my hand with his.*
Bill: *My breath all but leaves me instantly. I have to admit, I didn't even see that coming. It takes about 1.5 seconds to get over my surprise and go wild with his kiss, my tongue battling his for control, my hips thrusting into our hands. I take my hand away and allow him to stroke me as I grab hold of his pyjama pants with both my hands and force them down over his hips. I grab his cock and stroke it carefully, my hips now working in time with his hand*
Dom: *I choke back a gasp in his mouth when I feel his hand on my aching cock at last, fingers continuing to stroke him even as my knees almost buckle. My other hand comes to the waistband of his pyjama pants, tugging ineffectually to get them off, completely off.*
Bill: *I let go of his cock and grab hold of his ass with both my hands, giving it a massage before pulling him down on my lap. I lean back a little in the chair, planting my feet on the floor to give myself some leverage, and I fuck his mouth with my tongue, whimpering softly, barely breathing*
Dom: *I straddle his lap, pressing myself as close as I can to him with a groan, tightening one leg up around the back of the chair. My tongue battles with his, mouths sliding together with whimpers and moans as I arch against him.*
Bill: *Lube...fuck, I need lube. I need to get inside him right now or I'll make an arse of myself right here in the kitchen. I pull away from him, reluctantly, and slide my forefinger into his mouth as my other hand reaches down to stroke him again* Get it wet for me, Dom....
Dom: *I groan around his finger, tongue curling around it as I suck on it, hips arching up into his fist. My eyes close as my tongue swipes over the pad of his finger, eyes sliding open again to meet his in a long, locked gaze.*
Bill: *My chest is heaving, rising and falling almost in time with my hand, furiously stroking him now. He could come like this..I wouldn't mind. Hell, I could come like this, those lovely lips sucking on my finger. I watch him for a few more moments, then all but force my finger out of his mouth. It immediately seeks his opening and slides right in with little resistance. I watch his face. Fuck, but I love watching him*
Dom: *I choke out a stuttering moan, eyes fluttering for control to stay open so I can watch him. I press down on his finger almost immediately, seeking that feeling of being full. The feeling is so gorgeous, but just a bare ghost of the feeling of his cock inside me. I try to steady my breath a bit more, eyes meeting his again as I rock a bit in his lap.*
Bill: Oh fuck yes...that's right Dom...*I growl as I feel him wriggling around on my finger, loving the look on his face, loving that it's me who makes him break like this. I gently push another finger inside him and begin thrusting, my other hand still stroking his cock. My own cock is pretty much screaming at me right now, but it can wait another moment. Just another moment...let me watch him for now*
Dom: Billy! *His name slides past my lips as my head tips back, arching up and thrusting back down to meet his fingers. My hands grip his shoulders as I wiggle in his lap, gasping at every movement his fingers make.*
Bill: *One more finger joins the other two, and I finger-fuck him hard and fast, getting him ready for me. I kiss his neck while his head is thrown back, biting gently in certain spots, and the hand that strokes him slows. I lick his collar bone and withdraw my fingers, and both my hands grasp his hips, raising him up a bit so that his opening is positioned right at the head of my cock* Look at me, Dom. I want to see your face when I fill you....
Dom: *My breath catches and my eyes snap to his, a low moan escaping when I see that look in his eyes, that expression of want and need and everything I feel, mirrored back at me. I brace myself, nodding, forcing myself to wait instead of just impaling myself on his cock suddenly like I’m so tempted to do.*
Bill: *I lean in and kiss his lips tenderly, then...* Slow...slow....*I slowly, very slowly push into him, pulling down on his hips as my tongue, mimicking my cock, slowly slides into his mouth*
Dom: *My tongue ghosts slowly over his as I sink down on him, feeling myself stretched and filled more and more as every second passes. When he is fully in me and I am seated firmly on his lap, I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding, taking a moment to kiss him back with all the love I long to show him, feeling our hearts thudding within our chests.*
Bill: *I pull away from him and cup his face in my hands. The look I give him is real and passionate, and I smile* Perfect. You fit me so perfectly, Dom. *I kiss him again, wrapping my arms around him and pulling his chest closer to mine. And then I begin to move inside him*
Dom: *My own arms slide around his shoulders and I lift myself up a bit, sliding back down with a shuddering breath. I press my lips to his cheek, breathing warmly against his skin as we move slowly, just slowly now, feeling every instance of contact between us. He’s right. I’ve never felt such a perfect fit as this.*
Bill: *I tilt my head back now and just relax into the rhythm. Every thrust is sweet torture for me, and he's so fucking beautiful like this. We move like water, just flowing perfectly together. I lean in and kiss his shoulder now, my hands running along his arms and chest*
Dom: *I slide my hands down his back, fingertips pressing softly into his skin as I rise to meet his every thrust. Every few breaths I let out a breathy whimper, pressing my lips to his skin, my mouth moving slowly across his cheek and jaw line. He feels so good inside of me... more than just the absolute pleasure I get from his lighting my every nerve on fire. But he truly does complete me, in a hundred different ways.*
Bill: Dom...love you so much Dom...*I speed up the rhythm a bit, though not of my own accord. My body seems to just react naturally with his; it knows what he needs and how to give it to him, and I don't argue. I just go with it. I lay my head on his shoulder for a moment, turning my head to run my tongue along the vein in his neck, one of my hands now seeking his cock* So beautiful, love...so beautiful...
Dom: *I murmur wordlessly, happily, against his shoulder, body adjusting its own rhythm when his speeds up. I groan when his hand finds my cock, jumping in his hand, and my breath grows more ragged by the moment. I muffle my murmurs against his shoulder for a moment, then let out a little cry when his cock meets my sweet spot.* You feel so perfect in me, Billy... we feel so perfect together. God, I love you!
Bill: *I smile up at him, again watching his face. My free hand traces a line down the side of his face, my fingertips tracing his lips. I thrust harder when I hear that little cry that I love so much, knowing I've found that spot. My own whimpers and moans mix with his, and it's funny because I can't tell which cries are mine and which are his anymore. I raise up out of the chair a bit, thrusting pretty much as hard as I can, sweating now, heart beating out of my chest*
Dom: *I kiss his fingertips, barely consciously, before crying out again, bearing down as he hits that spot again and again. His thrusts shake me, wracking through me into the deepest depths of my body.* Gonna come Bill... so close... *My eyes open to watch him and I pant, holding onto this feeling for as long as I can before I’m swept away.*
Bill: *I kiss his lips again* I know, love...I know. Just let go. I've got you....*I am relentless, refusing to stop, refusing to let go myself until he comes for me. I shut my eyes for a moment and lose myself in his heat, in his tightness. He is love. I still can't believe that he's mine*
Dom: Billy, Billy, Billy... *His name is like a mantra, flowing with my rapid breathing as my entire body tenses up, feeling the building within me, and as he buries himself within me one more time I feel myself shatter, coming with a cross between a sob and a moan as I spill between us.*
Bill: *I wrap one arm around him, pulling him as close to me as possible while my hand strokes him through his orgasm. I feel the warmth of him spill over my hand and I arch my back, still thrusting, very close to the edge myself* Mm...hold on Dom...just a....moment...hold on....
Dom: *I hold tight to him, feeling the aftershocks shake through my body as he continues to thrust into me. I clench around him, moaning against his cheek as I press my face there. My arms tighten as my lips trace across his cheek, hips moving with his.*
Bill: Right..fucking....there....*My body begins to spasm and I hold in my cry as much as I can as my orgasm hits. It slams into me and I almost fall off the chair, and my scream fills the kitchen, my hands gripping him tightly* Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.... Dom.... shitfuckhell....
Dom: *I grab tightly to him as he comes, feeling him fill me with warmth as I hang on to him as he rides it out. My arms stay securely around him, hands smoothing up and down his back as he shudders beneath me, and I press kisses all across his face.* Love you, love you... *I murmur softly.*
Bill: *I try to respond, tell him I love him too, but that's going to have to wait until I catch my breath. I cling to him, kissing his lips each time my breath allows it. After a moment, I'm able to whisper.* I love you, Dominic....*I grasp his hips and lift him slowly off of me, withdrawing from him, then settle him on my lap again* God...
Dom: *I murmur nonsense happily, nuzzling gently against his cheek as I wrap myself tightly around him, kissing him gently at every opportunity.* Good thing these are strong kitchen chairs, eh? *I laugh softly, kissing him again.* I love you so, so much, Billy.
Bill: *I chuckle a little and hold him to me, stroking his hair and humming quietly* This was actually a dangerous way to find out just how sturdy these chairs are. But I hardly think I'd have noticed if it broke.
Dom: *I rest my cheek against his shoulder, sighing contentedly with a little laugh.* The chair probably wouldn’t have been our top priority, you’re right. Still, always good to know what they can withstand, for future reference. *I grin and kiss his shoulder.*
Bill: Mm...you naughty thing. *I smile and kiss him gently, still catching my breath a bit* Love you, Dommie.
Dom: *I hold him tightly, looking at him fondly, and I raise a hand to stroke his cheek gently.* Love you too, Billy. *I sigh finally and lift myself off his lap, listening for any telltale groans from the chair. I moan a bit as I stand, stretching.*
Bill: *I stand when he does and I pick my pants up from the floor* How about that shower then? We're definitely sticky enough...*I grin at him, blushing a bit*
Dom: *I laugh and can’t resist pressing a smiling kiss to his blush, and then nod as I reach over to pick up my own pants.* Sounds good to me. I’ll even wash your back for you if you like. *I grin and wink at him.*
Bill: *I gasp* What makes you think I can't wash my own back? *I return the wink and take his hand, leading him toward the stairs* The dishes can most definitely wait until later.
Dom: If you’re sure... *I squeeze his hand and follow after him up the stairs.* You’re probably right; I don’t think they’ll go anywhere.
Bill: *I stop by the linen closet in the hall to grab fresh towels* Want to get the shower running?
Dom: Sure. *I let go of his hand and head to the bathroom, dropping my pyjama pants in a heap on the floor. I push the curtain back and turn on the shower, feeling the water with my hand and adjusting the temperature until it’s just right, then wait for Billy.*
Bill: *I step into the bathroom and laugh when I realize I'm still wearing the apron* Now, be honest. Were you thinking of the Rock Star when you were making love to me?
Dom: Would I do that? *I gasp, mock-shocked.* You’re all the rock star I need. *I grin and step into the shower, beckoning him with one finger as I step under the spray.*
Bill: *I look at the apron before discarding it on the floor* I certainly hope so. My cock is bigger than his. *I chuckle and then join him in the shower, immediately going to hug him, tilting my head back as the water hits our bodies*
Dom: *I laugh and wrap my arms around him, tipping my head against his shoulder, away from the water.* You’re a lot warmer than he is too, I think. And much nicer to cuddle.
Bill: Mm..mandatory cuddle time in the shower. Maybe we should incorporate that into our routine, yeah? *I lay my head against his and sway, almost dancing with him under the perfect-hot water*
Dom: As long as that’s not our only cuddle time. We might get kind of pruney. And the water would go cold. It’s nice though, isn’t it? *I blink up at his through the water.*
Bill: It's perfect. No place I'd rather be than here with you right now. *I press a kiss to his lips and smile at him, still swaying*
Dom: As long as I’m in your arms, I’m happy. *I hum contentedly, pressing my cheek to his as the water sluices down over our bodies.* Happy birthday, love.
Bill: *I laugh and shake my head, watching him through the falling water* Shite...I keep forgetting about that. See what you do to me? If you're trying to make me feel special because it's my birthday, forget it. This is how you make me feel everyday. And thank you.
Dom: Not trying to make you feel special, just trying to remind you how old you are. *I giggle and kiss him quickly.* You make me feel special everyday too, Billy. So we’re even.
Bill: *I finally untangle myself from his embrace long enough to find the soap.* Turn around, love.
Dom: *I do as I’m told, turning my head to look at him for a moment before turning fully around. I think I’m liking the idea of mutual showers more often. Makes sense, really. Water conservation and all that.*
Bill: *Using the soap I begin to later and massage his shoulders, placing tiny kisses on the back of his neck and spine before I wash or rub each spot.* Did you want to do anything today or are we going to be lazy blokes and lay around and hug and kiss all day?
Dom: You have the best ideas, Bill. *I’m quite enjoying this careful attention I’m getting as he washes me, and I’m already looking forward to returning the favor. Makes me feel a bit guilty for not already doing so, though. I’m also starting to feel guilty that I don’t have any big surprises really planned for him today, other than the fact that I was going to take him out to a nice dinner. But it’s his birthday, and I wish I could give him the world.* It’s your birthday. I figured I’d leave it open to what you wanted to do.
Bill: Ah, you know me, Dom. I'm not difficult to please. Even though a small ice cream cake sounds quite nice. Think we could pick one up? Share it later?
Dom: Of course we can. *I say softly, turning my head in an attempt to look at him, but I can’t quite see him.* Right after I take you out for a nice dinner, wherever you want to go. Because if you think I’m letting you cook dinner as well, you are sorely mistaken.
Bill: *I move my hands now down his back, gently kneading as I wash, working out any little knots I find. I'm happy to find those knots are very, very few. I pause a moment and frown slightly when he says this.* What...what if I don't want to really go out though? Would you be insulted? I like to cook, Dom. Birthday or no. But if you insist, why don't we just pick up some carry out from a nice restaurant when we go get the cake?
Dom: *I’m finding it hard to concentrate on anything but the lovely things he’s doing to my back, but I hear his words and tip my head down.* I’m not going to insist on anything. *It’s his birthday and that’s important to me, even if it isn’t to him. And I’m not going to stop him from doing anything he wants to do.* If you want to cook dinner, then I want you to cook dinner. I guess... *I sigh and turn in his arms finally, resting my hands on his waist.* I just wanted to make today special, that’s all. But really all I want is for you to be able to do what you want to do.
Bill: *I bite my lip and drop my hands to my side* I've insulted you.
Dom: No! No, no, no. *I take his hands in my own, squeezing them tightly.* God Bill, no. I just got carried away. You haven’t insulted me. As long as we’re doing what you want to be doing and I can see you smiling, then I’ll know I’m doing something right.
Bill: *I look up at him through lowered lashes and spatters of water* But..if you wanted to do something else...
Dom: *I shake my head, smiling at him apologetically.* What I want to do today is be with you. That is my only requirement. As long as you can deal with that, we should be fine. *I smile more broadly and rest my forehead against his.* Besides, you know I love your cooking. Do you honestly think I’d have the power to object to you in the kitchen?
Bill: *I nod and kiss him softly on the lips. Then I place one hand on his shoulder and turn him around again, finding the spot on his back where I left off. I take up the massage again* We'll get some take out. And an ice cream cake. And we'll spend the day making out on the couch in front of a movie we have no intention of really watching.
Dom: *I groan as his fingers probe my back again, practically melting against his touch.* I told you, you have the best ideas. I’m all for it. *I’m silent for a moment, resting my hands against the tile of the wall.* I have one more present for you. Can I show you after the shower?
Bill: *I smile and lean in, licking then kissing his earlobe as my hands travel down farther, now massaging the small of his back* Mm...you spoil me
Dom: *I shiver a bit at his mouth on my ear, lips curling up into a grin.* It's a gift like the apron... kind of for both of us, really.
Bill: I can't wait, then. Even though... *I slip both my arms around his waist* You gave me the best gift months before my birthday. It's right here in my arms, right now. And here's where it will stay.
Dom: No refunds or exchanges. Comes with a lifetime warranty. *I tip my head back against his shoulder and smile. I never feel so at home as when I’m in his arms.*
Bill: *I smile against his skin as I lean in to kiss his shoulder again* How'd I get so lucky, eh? I'd share you with the world because everyone could use you in their lives, but I'm greedy so...nah.
Dom: I don’t think I’d have the same effect on everyone in the world as I do on you, and for that I’m grateful. *I turn my head against his shoulder, nose brushing his cheek.* I belong to you, and you belong to me. No sharing is allowed.
Bill: *I turn him around so he's facing me now. I rub his chest and stomach, working a good lather, my fingertips tickling his soft skin* I do belong to you, Dominic. And if anyone else comes near you I'd have to kick their arse.
Dom: *I grin, reaching for the soap so I can start working on him as well.* I’d have to get tickets to that one. But seeing as I don’t plan on leaving your side, chances are slim that will ever have to happen. *I rub the soap between my hands and then rub my hands over his chest, working with his movements.*
Bill: *I stop moving my hands for a moment and just relax as he touches me* Are you nervous about filming the next season of "Lost?"
Dom: *I let my hands wander slowly over his body, watching them in their progress, and I stay silent for a moment.* Yeah, I am. *It’s half true. The work itself shouldn’t be a problem at all. I’m looking forward to that part. But it’s the hours outside of work that have me worried, the times when I have to keep myself occupied, by myself.* I mean, a bit. Filming should be fun.
Bill: It will be. And you'll be in Hawaii. It'll be a good time. *I can feel him tense a bit beneath my touch, and I look into his eyes* I'll come and see you as often as I can, love. There won't be too many nights when we'll have to sleep alone. And when I can't be there, I'll call you.
Dom: *I nod quickly, giving him a small smile as I continue my washing.* I know. And I’ll call you. So you’re going to have to get used to being called at odd times of the day, mister. Big time difference between here and there.
Bill: *I give him a loving smile* You speak as though you think I'll mind. I don't care..wake me, call me while I'm in the shower, call me while I'm at a gig. I don't care. You're the most important thing in my life.
Dom: I’m sure that would go over well... “Sorry, I’ll finish the bridge when I get back. I’ve got to take a call from my boyfriend.” *I tickle his stomach lightly, grinning at him.*
Bill: *I laugh and take his hand on reflex, then pull him close to me* Don't doubt me. That's exactly what I would do.
Dom: I don’t doubt it! *I laugh and tip my temple against his, hands resting on his hips.* How about you just turn the phone on and finish the song, so I can hear? And then you can tell the audience to bugger off and find their own rock star, because you’re mine.
Bill: Mm...and I'll sing a song just for you. *I press my lips to his cheek and back him under the spray, rinsing off any soap that remains. I sway with him in my arms again, humming a soft, slow tune in his ear*
Dom: *I sigh softly, closing my eyes against the spray of the water and just listen to him, hearing his song all around me and letting myself slip into it. I could listen to him forever, I know.*
Bill: *I turn my face so my mouth is pressed against his ear* I love you. So, so very much, Dom.
Dom: *I nod, arms tightening around him.* You’re my everything, Billy. I love you too, forever and always.
Bill: *I pull back and smile at him.* We should get out of here, y'think? We're gonna turn to shriveled old men soon.
Dom: Too late for some of us, eh Bill? *I grin and let go of him, hopping out of the shower before he has a chance to retaliate.*
Bill: Aye, I fucking walked right into that one. *I turn the shower off and follow him out. I look around the bathroom for a moment before quickly grabbing every towel in sight and dashing out into the hallway toward the bedroom* But I'm still faster than you!
Dom: Hey! *I grin and run after him, but it’s true, he is faster than me. I reach the bedroom and shake out my hair, wet dog style, grinning at Billy.* Going to share the towels or do I have to use the bedspread?
Bill: *I chuckle and drop all the towels on the floor but one, which I open up in front of me, inviting him in* C'mere, then...
Dom: *I step forward and allow myself to be enveloped, humming happily. I lean in and plant a kiss on his nose.*
Bill: *I wrap the towel around him and tilt my head so that my lips meet his. I hold onto him tightly and kiss him deeply, backing up toward the bed. I fall back on it, pulling him on top of me. I smile then, and look up at him, one hand letting go to cup his face...then I kiss him again*
Dom: *Dangerous thing, falling while having your arms wrapped up in a towel. I disentangle my arms and slide them around him, mouth sliding open and moving against his as I kiss him back. Certainly the best way to end mandatory cuddle time in the shower is to go immediately into mandatory snogging time on the bed.*
Bill: *I end the kiss and roll over, my body curling into his, not caring that I'm still stark naked and dripping wet on the bed. I lay my head on his shoulder and sigh happily, my hand still cupping his face, thumb caressing his jaw*
Dom: *I tug on the excess towel around me, spreading it ineffectually over him as well. I slide a hand up through his hair, rubbing against his scalp gently as I smile, tangling my legs with his.*
Bill: Maybe we won't leave the house at all. I don't really need food. I just need this. *I snuggle closer, laughing lightly at nothing...or perhaps not nothing, but at how ridiculous it is for me to be this happy, this comfortable, this much in love.*
Dom: Hmm... stay like this for a few hours and then ask yourself the same question when you’re cold and hungry. We didn’t even finish breakfast, remember? We were interrupted. *I grin and nuzzle his cheek, pressing kisses wherever I encounter skin.* I know what you mean, though.
Bill: It's not like I left the table hungry. And if you don't mind, I'd rather like to stay like this for a few hours....
Dom: I’d rather like for you to stay like this for a few hours as well. Especially the no clothes bit. *I tighten my grip around him, other hand still sliding through his hair.* Especially the part where you don’t leave my arms and let me hold you all day.
Bill: *I yawn a bit, then I sit up, reaching for the blanket that's folded at the end of the bed. I pull it over us and reclaim my position in his arms, legs tangled with his* Does that answer your question?
Dom: *I grin as he comes back to me, slipping one arm around him as I reach for his hand with the other. I entwine our fingers and bring his hand up to my lips, kissing ever knuckle as I look into his eyes.* It certainly does.
Bill: *I smile sleepily while looking at him* It's early still. We can stand to sleep a few hours, yeah?
Dom: I think we can. *I let go of his hand to cradle the back of his head, tucking him into me so I can hear his heart beat and his breathing mingle with mine indeterminately.* Sleep, love.
Bill: Mm...*I follow his lead and nuzzle his neck, my arms immediately sliding under and around him when he lets go of my hand.* You take such good care of me, Footie. Get some....*Yawn* ...rest.
Dom: We take good care of each other. *I say softly, kissing his forehead.* I will. Sweet dreams, Billy. *I don’t know how ready I am for sleep, but I know that just holding him until sleep comes for me will be just as refreshing.*