A Good Morning - Chapter 1
Title: A Good Morning
Author: Escapist_Art
Pairing: DM/BB
Word Count: 1117
Rating This Chapter: NC17
Rating Overall: NC17
Disclaimer: I do not know Dominic Monaghan or Billy Boyd, this is a fictional tale only meant for entertainment purposes. None of this is fact, and though the characters may be based on real people, this story is in no way a reflection of their true characters or lives.
Summary: Dom wakes up next to Billy.
Author's Notes: This is one of my first shared stories. I didn't have anyone Beta it. (Frankly, I don't even know what that means. *shrug*) I intend to keep going, one a week.
Awakening slowly, lazily, awareness creeping through his brain, he realized that there was a warm, cozy body resting against his own. Without opening his eyes he knew who it was, they had a certain scent to them, which he inhaled deeply. They'd woken like this enough times after a night of heavy drinking when neither had managed to be invited elsewhere. It was comfortable, made him feel warm inside, and he was loath to move or wake Billy for fear he'd break away.
Opening his eyes just a crack, he could see the familiar golden red hair, and that stretched out neck with the delicious looking adams apple that was nearly against his lips. Billy was snuffling softly, obviously in a deep slumber. If I just barely kissed his neck right now, he wouldn't notice, would he? The desire was just too strong, and the temptation too great. As he moved ever so slightly forward his heart fluttered within his chest, the beat becoming so hard that he was sure that noise alone would wake Billy. Without thinking, his tongue fluttered over his own lips just before they met the pink skin of Billy's neck.
He could stay like this for hours, days, weeks, with his arms wrapped all around Billy, Billy's warm back pressed against him. Billy's arm was resting on top of his, his hand just over Dom's. He fit so perfectly inside the bends and curves of Dom's body, although his frame was just slightly smaller. Dom's bones were big and bold, like him, while Billy's were understated, more refined. For a long moment he did stay just like that, but he forgot to think about it, forgot he wasn't really meant to be kissing Billy's neck while he slept so tantalizingly close.
Slowly, cautiously, he kissed over Billy's neck more, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue playing over the space between his lips. When he got to the place behind Billy's ear he nuzzled there, then moved on to his ear, that delicate little ear that didn't poke out like a handle. He should have realized, really should have noticed, that Billy's breathing was no longer that of someone sleeping. He was oblivious though, lost in taking what was laid out so sweetly before him. His tongue traced up that line of earlobe where it was connected at the side, following along to the shell of his ear, licking all the way, as far as he could reach.
Billy's mind cleared as he awoke, and he was suddenly aware that a mouth was on his neck, tender and warm, making a morning meal out of him. It felt good, in fact his whole body was pleasantly enfolded against this person. He didn't need to open his eyes to know who was there behind him, there was a foggy memory from last night that told him. A memory that made parts of him stir. Now this, now Dom was picking up where they had left off, or really starting something new because last night there had been no kissing. They'd been so drunk, Dom had been so very wasted, that Billy was really surprised he could remember last night. Afraid of breaking the spell, afraid that Dom would stop what he was doing if he felt Billy stir, he made a point not to move, not to moan out fucking loud.
When he got to the furthest reaches he could manage without jostling against Billy, Dom let his tongue retrace it's path down over the delicate little ear. Of course this time he forgot himself and let the tip delve inside, the point poking down to follow every little curve and fold. That's when Billy stirred ever so slightly, flinching inward, moving away from Dom's probing tongue. It made Dom's heart skip a beat, and he held his breath, listening for signs that his victim was coming around. Victim because he knew he wasn't supposed to be taking advantage of Billy's deep slumber to fulfill his own selfish needs.
That tongue, that long, tempting tongue of his that he was always flashing at cameras and touching to other people's tongues, except Billy's. Now it was slipping inside of Billy's ear, making it nearly impossible for Billy to stay still and quiet, until finally Dom probed into his ear canal and he couldn't help himself. The bastard. Billy flinched, and Dom stilled, seeming not to even breathe, his chest no longer moving. Finally, after a long moment, Billy thought Dom would faint from lack of oxygen and spoke softly, gently to him. "Wee Dommeh?"
Drawing in a breath that was way too shallow considering how long he'd been afraid to breathe, Dom answered softly, fear gripping at his belly. "Yes, Billy?"
Dom's breath tickled against the warm, wet trail he'd left on Billy's skin. "Were you just kissing my neck and licking my ear?"
Billy's lilt seemed stronger than usual, stretching out the words so beautifully. "Yes," came the soft reply, Dom's insides twisting painfully at the admission, scared of what would come next.
"Do you think you could keep doing that a bit more?" As he said the words heat flashed through him, Billy's heart giving a twinge just for having asked.
It took a moment for the words to sink in, and when they did Dom's face broke out into a huge grin. He managed a quick, "Yeah," before pressing his mouth down hungrily to the base of Billy's neck and feasting for several long moments all over it. No longer afraid to move, or make a sound, he made little noises of appreciation, grateful for the chance to feed his building hunger. His hands became bolder too, the one on Billy's chest starting to move over him, even though Dom was still too scared to touch anything of importance.
Now Billy was free to make as much noise as he wanted, and so he let his little whimpers and moans seep out from his half-open mouth. He writhed against Dom, stretching out his neck so he could get at him better, his hand grabbing Dom's and directing it under his shirt. "Yeah, that's good Dom, just like that," and he gave a little gasp as the hand under his shirt found his nipple and rolled it between firm fingers. "Oh, Christ, Dom," he moaned, rolling toward that hot mouth and claiming it for his own. His hand had flown up to the back of Dom's head and he was in the process of crushing his mouth to Dom's, forcing his tongue between those soft, clever lips, before he realized that this was the first time they'd done that. Their first kiss.
Author: Escapist_Art
Pairing: DM/BB
Word Count: 1117
Rating This Chapter: NC17
Rating Overall: NC17
Disclaimer: I do not know Dominic Monaghan or Billy Boyd, this is a fictional tale only meant for entertainment purposes. None of this is fact, and though the characters may be based on real people, this story is in no way a reflection of their true characters or lives.
Summary: Dom wakes up next to Billy.
Author's Notes: This is one of my first shared stories. I didn't have anyone Beta it. (Frankly, I don't even know what that means. *shrug*) I intend to keep going, one a week.
Awakening slowly, lazily, awareness creeping through his brain, he realized that there was a warm, cozy body resting against his own. Without opening his eyes he knew who it was, they had a certain scent to them, which he inhaled deeply. They'd woken like this enough times after a night of heavy drinking when neither had managed to be invited elsewhere. It was comfortable, made him feel warm inside, and he was loath to move or wake Billy for fear he'd break away.
Opening his eyes just a crack, he could see the familiar golden red hair, and that stretched out neck with the delicious looking adams apple that was nearly against his lips. Billy was snuffling softly, obviously in a deep slumber. If I just barely kissed his neck right now, he wouldn't notice, would he? The desire was just too strong, and the temptation too great. As he moved ever so slightly forward his heart fluttered within his chest, the beat becoming so hard that he was sure that noise alone would wake Billy. Without thinking, his tongue fluttered over his own lips just before they met the pink skin of Billy's neck.
He could stay like this for hours, days, weeks, with his arms wrapped all around Billy, Billy's warm back pressed against him. Billy's arm was resting on top of his, his hand just over Dom's. He fit so perfectly inside the bends and curves of Dom's body, although his frame was just slightly smaller. Dom's bones were big and bold, like him, while Billy's were understated, more refined. For a long moment he did stay just like that, but he forgot to think about it, forgot he wasn't really meant to be kissing Billy's neck while he slept so tantalizingly close.
Slowly, cautiously, he kissed over Billy's neck more, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue playing over the space between his lips. When he got to the place behind Billy's ear he nuzzled there, then moved on to his ear, that delicate little ear that didn't poke out like a handle. He should have realized, really should have noticed, that Billy's breathing was no longer that of someone sleeping. He was oblivious though, lost in taking what was laid out so sweetly before him. His tongue traced up that line of earlobe where it was connected at the side, following along to the shell of his ear, licking all the way, as far as he could reach.
Billy's mind cleared as he awoke, and he was suddenly aware that a mouth was on his neck, tender and warm, making a morning meal out of him. It felt good, in fact his whole body was pleasantly enfolded against this person. He didn't need to open his eyes to know who was there behind him, there was a foggy memory from last night that told him. A memory that made parts of him stir. Now this, now Dom was picking up where they had left off, or really starting something new because last night there had been no kissing. They'd been so drunk, Dom had been so very wasted, that Billy was really surprised he could remember last night. Afraid of breaking the spell, afraid that Dom would stop what he was doing if he felt Billy stir, he made a point not to move, not to moan out fucking loud.
When he got to the furthest reaches he could manage without jostling against Billy, Dom let his tongue retrace it's path down over the delicate little ear. Of course this time he forgot himself and let the tip delve inside, the point poking down to follow every little curve and fold. That's when Billy stirred ever so slightly, flinching inward, moving away from Dom's probing tongue. It made Dom's heart skip a beat, and he held his breath, listening for signs that his victim was coming around. Victim because he knew he wasn't supposed to be taking advantage of Billy's deep slumber to fulfill his own selfish needs.
That tongue, that long, tempting tongue of his that he was always flashing at cameras and touching to other people's tongues, except Billy's. Now it was slipping inside of Billy's ear, making it nearly impossible for Billy to stay still and quiet, until finally Dom probed into his ear canal and he couldn't help himself. The bastard. Billy flinched, and Dom stilled, seeming not to even breathe, his chest no longer moving. Finally, after a long moment, Billy thought Dom would faint from lack of oxygen and spoke softly, gently to him. "Wee Dommeh?"
Drawing in a breath that was way too shallow considering how long he'd been afraid to breathe, Dom answered softly, fear gripping at his belly. "Yes, Billy?"
Dom's breath tickled against the warm, wet trail he'd left on Billy's skin. "Were you just kissing my neck and licking my ear?"
Billy's lilt seemed stronger than usual, stretching out the words so beautifully. "Yes," came the soft reply, Dom's insides twisting painfully at the admission, scared of what would come next.
"Do you think you could keep doing that a bit more?" As he said the words heat flashed through him, Billy's heart giving a twinge just for having asked.
It took a moment for the words to sink in, and when they did Dom's face broke out into a huge grin. He managed a quick, "Yeah," before pressing his mouth down hungrily to the base of Billy's neck and feasting for several long moments all over it. No longer afraid to move, or make a sound, he made little noises of appreciation, grateful for the chance to feed his building hunger. His hands became bolder too, the one on Billy's chest starting to move over him, even though Dom was still too scared to touch anything of importance.
Now Billy was free to make as much noise as he wanted, and so he let his little whimpers and moans seep out from his half-open mouth. He writhed against Dom, stretching out his neck so he could get at him better, his hand grabbing Dom's and directing it under his shirt. "Yeah, that's good Dom, just like that," and he gave a little gasp as the hand under his shirt found his nipple and rolled it between firm fingers. "Oh, Christ, Dom," he moaned, rolling toward that hot mouth and claiming it for his own. His hand had flown up to the back of Dom's head and he was in the process of crushing his mouth to Dom's, forcing his tongue between those soft, clever lips, before he realized that this was the first time they'd done that. Their first kiss.