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This was intended as a drabble for_simbelmyne_, but it just wouldn't stop. Combine that drabble with an idea beizy had been throwing at me for the past few days before I wrote it, and this is what you get.
Dom’s back straightens when he feels Billy’s hand slip down the back of his denims. His head twists around, but Billy gives him a stern and instantly quieting look. Dom’s shoulder drop again and he looks straight ahead. They are at the very back of the room, against the wall. At the front of the room is PJ, talking about devotion to the job and dedication and other things that Dom instantly forgets when Billy’s finger pushed between his arsecheeks.
The finger teases at him, nudges the flesh apart and then withdraws. Dom is about to protest when Billy’s hand inches back into his trousers. It feels different this time, and Dom’s cock gives a pitiful throb when he realises just what Billy’s done. His finger slides against Dom much more easily now, well lubricated, and the very tip of Billy’s index finger breaches Dom.
Dom nearly comes in his trousers. Dom’s never been fucked by a bloke, hardly even been touched there. The first time Billy’d done it, Dom had shot instantly and embarrassingly, hearing Billy’s laughter even before his orgasm was over. Billy’d soothed his ego nicely after, though, with kisses and touches and words of praise.
Billy’s almost standing directly behind Dom now. If anyone were to call them out, they’d certainly be uncovered. There would be no easy way for Billy to extract his hand. Luckily, it doesn’t seem as if anyone is paying them any attention. Billy’s got half of his index finger in Dom now, and Dom’s trying to work out if there’s any possibly way he can get a hand down the front of his trousers without anyone looking. He doesn’t really think so, but the solid erection he’s suffering still forces him to ponder the issue.
He feels a wet touch on his ear. Billy’s tongue is sneaky, darting out to get Dom’s attention and then blowing on the cool, wet spot as he speaks. “Loo, five minutes,” he says. Dom shudders, and he’s glad he wore pants, because if he hadn’t he think the damp spot in his denims where the head of his cock is leaking would be pretty fucking embarrassing.
Billy’s finger is gone, leaving Dom empty and yearning, and then Billy himself is gone. Dom waits the entire five minutes, if for no other reason than the fact that he is unwilling to walk through a crowd with a hard on like the one he has. In five minutes time, he’s more presentable, though the very idea of what he’s about to do threatens to make the problem resurface.
As soon as Dom is through the doorway, Billy has him against the wall. They’re kissing, and it’s probably the fiercest (hottest) that Dom’s ever seen Billy.
Billy jerks down Dom’s zipper and squeezes Dom through the boxers, urging Dom’s arse off of the wall so he can shove the denims down. Dom watches through hazy, slitted eyes as Billy drops to his knees and puts hard suction on Dom’s shaft, through the cotton. Dom’s hips buck and he squeezes his eyes shut so hard that spots of colour blur behind the lids. “Billy,” he gasped. “Suck me.”
Billy’s tongue finds the fly of his boxers and wriggles around until the gap in the cloth is bigger, and then licks through it. His fingers follow, and he edges the boxers down until Dom’s cock is free, the elastic pressing into his sac. Billy turns his hand so that his fingernails are pressing very lightly against Dom, and runs them over Dom’s balls. “Maybe I want to fuck you.”
Dom tenses, in fear and in excitement. He doesn’t exactly have grand illusions of romance, but he’s never imagined his first fuck with a guy to be in a loo. He’s in the moment though, and in the moment (this moment) he’d be willing to entertain just about any idea Billy had.
Billy laughs at what he sees on Dom’s face, and gives his thigh a reassuring pat. “Not going to fuck you right now.”
Dom rolls his eyes and thrusts his hips forward again, his cock bumping Billy’s chin and leaving a wet smear. Billy catches him neatly in his hand and then licks the tip, making Dom’s head drop back against the wall.
“Tease,” Dom accuses. He barely gets the words out before Billy is sucking him. Dom closes his eyes again and gets lost in the wet heat of it, the pleasure spiking through him. He’s making little noises and moving his hips in shallow thrusts without even realising it. It builds and builds to the point where Billy would normally stop, finish him off with his hand, but Billy doesn’t stop this time. Dom’s eyes fly open and he looks down. Billy is still intent on what he’s doing, his tongue going in circles over the swelling head of Dom’s cock while his fingers are inside Dom’s pants, playing with his balls. “Gonna let me-“
Billy looks up at him without lifting off and nods.
“Oohhhh…” Dom’s cock twitches in Billy’s mouth. Billy’s hand is gone and then back, reaching around Dom. Dom’s boxers are still forcing his legs from spreading too much, the band stuck halfway down Dom’s arse, but it’s enough for Billy’s finger (wet again) to push in.
Dom reacts like he’s been shocked, everything going bright and spastic for a second. Billy isn’t hesitating, he’s going straight for it, his fingertip searching and finding that spot. When he does, it’s over for Dom. He comes hard, hot pulses into Billy’s mouth. Billy doesn’t swallow yet, just lets it stay in his mouth, and Dom can feel it washing around him. It’s fucking hot. He files that particular sensation away to remember later, maybe to try it himself.
Billy lets him go. Dom’s cock is still hard between them, but already starting to soften. His knees feel a little weak. Dom watches him to see if he swallows. He must of course, because when Billy kisses him a moment later, only the taste lingers but Dom doesn’t see when.
Billy pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and uses it to wipe at Dom. When he’s got Dom’s trousers back up, he stuffs the cloth into Dom’s pocket, grinning.
“That was hot,” Dom grins, lazy and satisfied. He pulls at Billy when Billy tries to move away. “Want me to…” He looks down, between them, but Billy touches his chin to redirect his gaze upward.
”No time,” He says. “It can wait. We need to get back.”
Billy kisses Dom again, soft and almost chaste, and then turns and walks away, leaving Dom to catch his breath.
Dom’s back straightens when he feels Billy’s hand slip down the back of his denims. His head twists around, but Billy gives him a stern and instantly quieting look. Dom’s shoulder drop again and he looks straight ahead. They are at the very back of the room, against the wall. At the front of the room is PJ, talking about devotion to the job and dedication and other things that Dom instantly forgets when Billy’s finger pushed between his arsecheeks.
The finger teases at him, nudges the flesh apart and then withdraws. Dom is about to protest when Billy’s hand inches back into his trousers. It feels different this time, and Dom’s cock gives a pitiful throb when he realises just what Billy’s done. His finger slides against Dom much more easily now, well lubricated, and the very tip of Billy’s index finger breaches Dom.
Dom nearly comes in his trousers. Dom’s never been fucked by a bloke, hardly even been touched there. The first time Billy’d done it, Dom had shot instantly and embarrassingly, hearing Billy’s laughter even before his orgasm was over. Billy’d soothed his ego nicely after, though, with kisses and touches and words of praise.
Billy’s almost standing directly behind Dom now. If anyone were to call them out, they’d certainly be uncovered. There would be no easy way for Billy to extract his hand. Luckily, it doesn’t seem as if anyone is paying them any attention. Billy’s got half of his index finger in Dom now, and Dom’s trying to work out if there’s any possibly way he can get a hand down the front of his trousers without anyone looking. He doesn’t really think so, but the solid erection he’s suffering still forces him to ponder the issue.
He feels a wet touch on his ear. Billy’s tongue is sneaky, darting out to get Dom’s attention and then blowing on the cool, wet spot as he speaks. “Loo, five minutes,” he says. Dom shudders, and he’s glad he wore pants, because if he hadn’t he think the damp spot in his denims where the head of his cock is leaking would be pretty fucking embarrassing.
Billy’s finger is gone, leaving Dom empty and yearning, and then Billy himself is gone. Dom waits the entire five minutes, if for no other reason than the fact that he is unwilling to walk through a crowd with a hard on like the one he has. In five minutes time, he’s more presentable, though the very idea of what he’s about to do threatens to make the problem resurface.
As soon as Dom is through the doorway, Billy has him against the wall. They’re kissing, and it’s probably the fiercest (hottest) that Dom’s ever seen Billy.
Billy jerks down Dom’s zipper and squeezes Dom through the boxers, urging Dom’s arse off of the wall so he can shove the denims down. Dom watches through hazy, slitted eyes as Billy drops to his knees and puts hard suction on Dom’s shaft, through the cotton. Dom’s hips buck and he squeezes his eyes shut so hard that spots of colour blur behind the lids. “Billy,” he gasped. “Suck me.”
Billy’s tongue finds the fly of his boxers and wriggles around until the gap in the cloth is bigger, and then licks through it. His fingers follow, and he edges the boxers down until Dom’s cock is free, the elastic pressing into his sac. Billy turns his hand so that his fingernails are pressing very lightly against Dom, and runs them over Dom’s balls. “Maybe I want to fuck you.”
Dom tenses, in fear and in excitement. He doesn’t exactly have grand illusions of romance, but he’s never imagined his first fuck with a guy to be in a loo. He’s in the moment though, and in the moment (this moment) he’d be willing to entertain just about any idea Billy had.
Billy laughs at what he sees on Dom’s face, and gives his thigh a reassuring pat. “Not going to fuck you right now.”
Dom rolls his eyes and thrusts his hips forward again, his cock bumping Billy’s chin and leaving a wet smear. Billy catches him neatly in his hand and then licks the tip, making Dom’s head drop back against the wall.
“Tease,” Dom accuses. He barely gets the words out before Billy is sucking him. Dom closes his eyes again and gets lost in the wet heat of it, the pleasure spiking through him. He’s making little noises and moving his hips in shallow thrusts without even realising it. It builds and builds to the point where Billy would normally stop, finish him off with his hand, but Billy doesn’t stop this time. Dom’s eyes fly open and he looks down. Billy is still intent on what he’s doing, his tongue going in circles over the swelling head of Dom’s cock while his fingers are inside Dom’s pants, playing with his balls. “Gonna let me-“
Billy looks up at him without lifting off and nods.
“Oohhhh…” Dom’s cock twitches in Billy’s mouth. Billy’s hand is gone and then back, reaching around Dom. Dom’s boxers are still forcing his legs from spreading too much, the band stuck halfway down Dom’s arse, but it’s enough for Billy’s finger (wet again) to push in.
Dom reacts like he’s been shocked, everything going bright and spastic for a second. Billy isn’t hesitating, he’s going straight for it, his fingertip searching and finding that spot. When he does, it’s over for Dom. He comes hard, hot pulses into Billy’s mouth. Billy doesn’t swallow yet, just lets it stay in his mouth, and Dom can feel it washing around him. It’s fucking hot. He files that particular sensation away to remember later, maybe to try it himself.
Billy lets him go. Dom’s cock is still hard between them, but already starting to soften. His knees feel a little weak. Dom watches him to see if he swallows. He must of course, because when Billy kisses him a moment later, only the taste lingers but Dom doesn’t see when.
Billy pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and uses it to wipe at Dom. When he’s got Dom’s trousers back up, he stuffs the cloth into Dom’s pocket, grinning.
“That was hot,” Dom grins, lazy and satisfied. He pulls at Billy when Billy tries to move away. “Want me to…” He looks down, between them, but Billy touches his chin to redirect his gaze upward.
”No time,” He says. “It can wait. We need to get back.”
Billy kisses Dom again, soft and almost chaste, and then turns and walks away, leaving Dom to catch his breath.