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Night not Clearly Remembered
d/b
Rated: R
Happy belated New Year!
The sky was milky with clouds and Billy could see snowflakes chasing each other past the window. He blinked his eyes all the way open. He was comfy and warm in this bed. It wasn’t, he realized as consciousness crept over him, his own bed. It was Dom’s. That was okay. He’d woken in Dom’s bed before, usually after a session of uninhibited boozing that left him unable to crawl the scant distance between Dom’s flat and his own.
Billy didn’t feel hung-over though. That was the great thing about weed. No hangover. Still, there was something niggling at the corner of Billy’s mind. Something had happened. Someone had done something or…Billy shrugged mentally, it would come to him, or not, no worries.
He turned his head to find Dom’s grey eyes staring at him.
“’Lo Dom.” Billy began to stretch. He had slept so deeply it felt like he had not moved at all in the night and his muscles were sore with it. His limbs stretched out against the smooth sheets and…wait a minute. He was quite naked under the covers. Ah well, bit awkward with Dom there and all but…
“’Lo Bill.” Dom’s voice was wrong, sort of low and…guilty or something. Billy continued his stretch. He was sore. In odd places, like his wrists, and the inside of his thighs, and…oh, oh fuck.
Billy stopped stretching and turned abruptly to look at Dom again. “Did…?” Dom was nodding before Billy even got the word out. He kept nodding, shaking his head quite pitifully and looking at Billy with round apologetic eyes. There was not one trace of piss taking about him.
Flashes of the previous night’s events began to steal in on Billy, playing in his mind like bright splashes of lightening. There was Viggo with his little bag of Very Good Weed, and Elijah sitting in front of the CD player with endless discs spread out around him on the carpet like some silver flower garden. There was Dom with his soft hair under Billy’s hands. Billy himself saying, “I don’t think I’ve ever actually been this comfortable. I feel good. Like my body feels good.”
And then Dom kissing him in front of all the others and Billy making no attempt to stop it because that had felt good too and then…
The slide show in Billy’s brain suddenly got much more pornographic and he could feel the panic showing on his face. Dom’s eyes grew wider and he bit his lower lip.
“Did I, perchance, allow you to bugger me last evening?”
Dom nodded. He had never stopped nodding.
Billy dropped his head back on to the pillow and closed his eyes. “You’re sure?” he said, though he needn’t. Billy was sure. He could feel it. Physically, he could feel the hundred and one spots that Dom had touched him, none too gently, it would appear. The bastard.
Then Billy blushed as another flash came to him of his own voice, high with need, telling Dom he liked it a little bit rough.
“How rough?” Dom said, his voice low and gruff in a way Billy had never heard it before.
“Hold me down,” Billy had answered, pleaded.
Billy felt his face burn. He didn’t want to remember anymore.
“I. Am. A. Whore,” Billy said. He opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling.
“Don’t say that, Bill. I did it too.”
“You are also a whore, my friend.” Dom gasped but Billy plunged on hoping that by confessing to it he could ease the severity of his sluttishness. “We are two whores. Lying naked in our bed of sin. Two whores that, by what I can remember, fucked wantonly in front of our friends last night.”
“I don’t think we actually fucked in front of them, Bill. Snogged maybe.”
“In close proximity to our friends. Ah fuck!” Billy sat up in the bed and then lay down again quite quickly when he realized he was flashing Dom with his bottom. Something had caught his eye though, something about the bedroom door, and Billy sat up again nearly as quickly.
Dom was dumbfounded. “You’ll give yourself whiplash doing that.” Billy was frozen. “Bill? Billy? You okay?”
Billy lay back down again pulling the duvet over both their heads as he did. This was not a good idea because now he an unobstructed view of Dom’s naked body, but it was shadowy in the makeshift tent, and Billy was in desperate need of a top-secret conference.
“Dom!”
Dom opened his eyes very wide and raised both eyebrows at him in an you’re-acting-mad-but-I’m-going-to-tolerate-as-best-I-can kind of way. “Bill?”
“By the door,” Billy pointed toward the door as he whispered urgently. “Lijah is sleeping. On the floor. His hand.” Billy held up his own hand to illustrate what that consisted of, “Is in Orli’s pants.”
Dom’s eyebrows dropped back down to their normal position and Dom cautiously lowered the covers and strained his neck to look toward the door. When he came back Billy was curled up around Dom’s pillow and biting his thumbnail. Christ.
“I’ll get rid of them, Bill. You stay here. You’re sure you’re alright?”
“I think so. I’ll run some diagnostics while you secure the perimeter.”
Dom smiled. He almost grabbed Billy’s hand and kissed his knuckles but, under the circumstances, thought better of it.
~*~
This was a delicate situation. Dom wondered if he should try to remove Elijah’s hand from Orli’s crotch before waking him. The poor bugger might be scarred for life if he woke in such a position. Though it would serve him right. The two of them had clearly passed out there while either eavesdropping or spying on him and Billy. On him and Billy naked and fucking. On Dom bending Billy’s ankles back behind his ears and buggering him into the mattress while Billy’s delicate hands grabbed at Dom’s shoulders and he begged for Dom to be rougher. Shut up, Dom told himself firmly. In the end Dom put a foot in the middle of Elijah’s chest and kicked him over, knocking Elijah’s hand from Orli’s nether regions and waking him up.
Elijah winced. “Oh fucking hell, Dom. That’s not a good view. Put some clothes on, you cheap floozy.”
“I’m a whore, not a floozy,” Dom said in his most dignified voice. Elijah stumbled to his feet, treading on Orli as he went.
“Time is it?” Orli mumbled.
Dom bristled. He had a rule. The rule was: Orli could not be tolerated before noon. He looked too pretty, and asked too many questions.
“Want to go out for breakfast?”
“No, you daft twat. Get out. Get on home. You’re too chirpy and shiny to be borne.”
“Where the fuck are my trousers? Why are you naked?”
“Shut up!” Dom said. He began to make shooing motions with his arms.
“Where’s Billy?” Elijah yawned innocently. He stopped mid-yawn, his brain clicking into gear.
“Oh Doodle, I so didn’t want to have to kill you.” Dom said.
Elijah just pointed at him, his eyes going wider by the second until they were the size of man-hole covers and Dom had to turn him sideways so he would fit through the door. He threw Orli’s trousers out into the snow after them.
He went to check on Billy.
~*~
Billy was sitting up against the headboard. All his hair was sticking straight up except for where it was mashed flat against his skull and he was looking at his hands, twirling them around in the air. He looked stark raving mad.
“Bill?”
Billy stilled his hands but didn’t lower them and Dom realized he had been looking at his wrists, probably trying to work the soreness out of them. They were red and raw looking.
“I’m sorry.”
Billy shrugged. “I think I remember requesting it. Don’t worry.” He blushed. “Did you rout the villains?”
“I did. I trounced them in a thrice.”
“Do you think they’ll say anything?”
Dom sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “Elijah won’t. But I think it’s safe to bet that everyone at work knows already.”
Billy nodded. He found he didn’t care that much one way or the other. He was an actor. It wasn’t the most homophobic profession in the world.
“How should we murder Viggo?”
“Slowly,” Dom said. “With sharp things and creatures that bite. Like you. You bite.” Dom turned to show the back of his shoulder to Billy. There were little teeth marks there. Billy shrugged.
“My arse is sore.”
“You win,” Dom agreed. He touched the side of his face and worked his jaw back and forth. “Although, I think I gave you a pretty incredible blowjob to make up for it. Do you remember?”
“I think so. Yeah, I think it was pretty good.” Billy frowned. It seemed a shame not to clearly remember his first and only homosexual romp. If he was going to have one it would be nice to remember it.
“Let’s look on the bright side, Bill.” Dom said noticing Billy’s frown. “You could have climbed into bed with Orli.”
Billy shook his head. “I wouldn’t have. He’s too shiny.”
Dom grabbed Billy’s hands and kissed the knuckles. He did love Billy so. “If I had to bugger a bloke, Bill, I’m glad it was you.”
Billy laughed. “That’s fucking fantastic, Dom. I’m so thrilled for you.” He threw the duvet off of himself and over Dom’s head. “I’m taking a shower. I’m using all your hot water too.”
“Help yourself,” Dom said. He tossed the covers off of himself and began to strip the bed. He frowned. The sheets were all spotted with blood.
~*~
Dom waited until he heard the water turn off. He pressed his ear to the bathroom door, hoping he wouldn’t hear Billy sobbing or groaning. He didn’t. He should let him alone. Probably. That was probably best.
He knocked softly. “Bill?”
“What, Dom?”
“Um? Just making sure you were okay.”
“I’ve been taking showers by myself for awhile now, Dom. Did you think I’d drowned?”
“No, no. Just…”
Billy cracked open the door. Clean smelling steam rushed out and Billy’s face was rosy. “What, Dom?”
“The sheets were all bloody.”
Billy’s face grew rosier still but he nodded his head crisply. “That’s what happens when you stick that monster in my wee, virginal arsehole you great arse buggering sodomite.”
Billy slammed the door. “Bill? I think ‘arse buggering sodomite’ is a bit redundant.” Dom called through the wood. Billy would either laugh or come out and bludgeon Dom to death with the shower curtain rod. Dom figured it was best to find out now how much Billy was willing laugh about the situation.
It took him a minute but Billy did laugh. He cursed too but he laughed.
~*~
“Shall I make you some toast and tea?”
“No, I think I’ll go home and…”
“Drink beer, watch footy, and search for lesbian porn on the internet?”
Billy smiled. “Something like that.”
“I’m doing the same,” Dom said. “Might lift some weights, buy a racecar, that kind of thing.”
Billy nodded and looped his scarf around his neck.
“You’re sure you’re okay? You don’t need a doctor?” Dom asked. He knew it was the hundredth millionth time he’d asked but he had to.
“Stop worrying about my arsehole, Dom. It’s creepy. And I’m fine. You’re not that well kitted out.”
“I am though,” Dom said.
“Yeah,” Billy agreed. “Kinda wish I didn’t know that.”
“Pub tonight?”
“Yeah, course. See you there.”
~*~
Billy got to the pub early so he could choose a comfy booth in the corner. He did not want to sit on a bar stool tonight. He figured he was in for a good amount of ribbing. He’d decided not to respond to it. They’d get bored of it soon enough if he didn’t react.
Astin arrived first, clueless to all gossip, as usual, and Billy was pleased to see him. He listened with unusual attention to Astin’s tale of his daughter’s cold. Sean was a very nice man. Responsible. Billy should be more like him. Less of a whore.
Viggo showed up next. The man was positively filthy and ponged like he’d been rolling in Orc dung, which he probably had. Billy didn’t say anything though. He wasn’t going to start the mud-slinging. Astin was good for a few choice comments on Viggo’s hygiene though. They weren’t as good as the ones Billy would have come up with but Billy supposed that the non-whorish had less material to work with.
Dom arrived late. He was all business; brisk in his greetings to all assembled and generally sported a don’t-fuck-with-me kind of air. Billy couldn’t help but be impressed.
And the teasing never started. There was not one comment or sly remark. Not even from Orli. Elijah looked bashful for the first twenty minutes and jumped when Billy spoke to him but even he settled down eventually.
Billy wondered at this. Something was afoot. Elijah and Orlando’s silence could be explained by the compromising position they were found in this morning. Perhaps they were too embarrassed to throw stones. But surely Viggo…maybe Viggo had gotten up to no good last night as well. Or he’d simply forgotten. That’d be just like him. To cause havoc and then forget all about it.
~*~
Dom smiled grimly into his pint. He’d spent an hour lifting weights after Billy had left. When he felt sufficiently his own man again he got on the phone. He started with Doodle who had cried before Dom even had the chance to blackmail him. Orli was a bit more defiant but Dom was able to convince him it was in his best interests to bow to the will of the almighty Dom. Viggo was next. Dom skipped the pleasantries and went right for the kill.
“You’re not to speak to him about it. And you’re to pass that word along to whoever else knows already. No one talks, no one looks at him funny, no one breathes funny near him. Mock me all you want, but if anyone does anything to Billy I’ll cut your balls off with your own sword.”
There was silence on the other end for a long time. Dom tried to make his breathing sound menacing.
“It means a lot to you,” Viggo said.
Dom opened and closed his mouth. Viggo didn’t seem to be getting the point.
“Your…”
“Yes, I know. My balls. My sword. It’s taken care of, Dom. Stop worrying. Will I see you at the pub tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
The line went dead. Viggo never said goodbye properly. Cunt.
But he had been true to his word. No one had said anything to either him or Billy all night. It was almost as if the entire thing had been forgotten. Still, Dom was careful not to drink too much. He had to be alert for signs of mischief.
~*~
Billy got trollied. By nine-o’clock he was singing sweet little tunes to himself in his corner of the booth.
“This glass never gets empty!” he marveled.
“That’s because I keep getting you new ones,” Dom explained.
Billy hung his head. “It’s very irresponsible to be this drunk, Dom. Astin wouldn’t get this drunk.”
“Yes, but he’s also a twat. So…”
Billy rubbed his hands over his face and when he looked up he was smiling again.
“I feel sluttish,” Billy announced to the table at large. Everyone kind of froze with their drinks half-way to their mouths. Billy didn’t seem to notice. He scrunched his face up as if pondering deep thoughts. “Yep, I feel like I’ve wandered down a sluttish path. I don’t really seem to mind it though. That’s how you can tell. A true whorish creature I am. Possibly a wee bit more homosexual than I was aware of as well.”
“And it’s time to go,” Dom said.
Astin staggered to his feet and belched. “I’ll take him.”
“No,” Dom said. “You get a cab. You’re pickled. I’m sober. I’ll take him.”
Astin seemed flummoxed at this strange turn of events. Dom had never been more sober than him before.
~*~
Once in the cab Billy grew sleepy. He lay his head back against the seat and talked in whispers.
“You kissed me, Dom. Remember?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“That part was nice. It felt nice. Everyone was watching though.”
“Not everyone, just Viggo and Orli and Lijah.”
“No one said anything, Dom. No one said anything about it at all.”
“I know. That’s good right?”
Billy shook his head. “It’s too appalling for them to even joke about, Dom. I don’t care though.”
“No, Bill. I’m sure that’s not it.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“Course I don’t!”
“That’s good then.”
“No one hates you, Billy.”
Billy smiled. “The kissing was nice, Dom. I don’t remember the rest of it so well. Except that of course I do. Sorry I lied just then, Dom.”
“It’s alright.”
“It was nice. Hurt though. But I liked it just the same. Did you have a nice time, Dommie?”
Dom did not want to answer that question. He didn’t have any whiskey coursing through his system to make him brave and truthful.
“Billy shush. We’re nearly to your house.”
Billy closed his eyes. “I do remember it, Dom, but I wished I remembered better. I do remember one thing you said though.”
Dom winced. He didn’t want to know.
“Look, Bill. We’re here.” Dom paid the driver and ushered Billy inside. Billy lurched toward his bedroom, stripped down to his boxers and fell on the bed. Dom went to the kitchen to pour him some water and grab a couple of aspirin.
Billy swallowed them and Dom turned off the light. He was at the door when Billy spoke.
“You said you’d wanted to kiss me for a long time. Is that true, Dom?”
Dom didn’t turn around.
“Yes.”
“I’m glad you got to, then.”
“Night, Bill.”
“Night, Dom.”
~*~
A happy week followed. A happy, sane, productive week with no forays into sluttishness of any kind. Billy and Dom smiled and joked with one another on set. Viggo’s balls were allowed to stay in Viggo’s pants where they belonged. It was all quite satisfying.
Sure, things had a gotten a wee bit out of control for one tiny weekend but everything was back on track. Even poor Billy was no longer limping when he thought Dom wasn’t looking. Dom was always looking. He would be able to stop soon. Billy was okay. Yes, he’d stop soon. Today in fact. Today was a good day to stop being hyper-aware of Billy’s presence and moods and facial twitches.
“Do you want to come over tonight?”
Dom jumped a clear foot off the bench he was sitting on and slopped coffee down his front. He let his guard down for one goddamned minute and the bastard snuck up on him.
“What?”
“Easy, tiger. Do you want to come over? Watch footy? Crush beer cans against our foreheads?”
“No pub?”
Billy shrugged. “Don’t feel like it.”
“Bill, no one…”
“That’s not why. I’d just, I don’t know. It’s cold out.”
It was a pathetic excuse but Dom let it go.
“Okay. What time?”
“When you get there.”
~*~
There were fire trucks all around Billy’s block when Dom arrived.
“Don’t panic. He’s okay.” Dom said aloud to himself, but he was shaking as he tore out of the car and up the street on foot. Billy was standing on the pavement watching smoke pour from a window in one of the lower flats. He looked blue with cold.
“Bill!” Billy didn’t object to being pounced on, or having his cold hands rubbed between Dom’s gloved ones.
“Kitchen fire,” Billy said through chattering teeth.
“You’re frozen. Come on. Let’s go to mine.” Dom shrugged out of his jacket and stuffed Billy into it, pulling up the zip to his eyes and muffling Billy’s feeble protests. Dom wasn’t cold. He had too much adrenalin in his system to be cold.
“My feet, Dom.”
Dom knew. Billy’s feet were always cold. Dom pulled him toward the car. “You should have gone inside you daft bugger. A shop! Your car!”
“I didn’t have the keys. I didn’t think to. I was too cold.”
Dom shoved him into the passenger seat and slammed the door. He ran around the car and jumped into the driver’s side, closing the door, and cursing at the cold wind. Billy was hissing through his teeth, shivering. Dom started the car to turn on the heater but he didn’t drive.
“Dom? You okay?”
“Yes, just over reacting. I can’t stand you being hurt.” He reached over to grab Billy’s cold, red hands. He brought them to his mouth and blew on them. He held Billy’s hands to his own warm cheeks and tried not to kiss them. “I hate that I hurt you.”
“Dom!”
“I did. I hurt you.”
“Well be more gentle next time, then.”
Dom didn’t move except to press Billy’s frozen hands more tightly to his cheeks which suddenly felt flaming hot.
“Pardon?”
Billy took his hands away.
“Shut up. Drive. My feet are bloody killing me. You can run me a bath.”
Dom felt he should say something. Ask some question or…Billy gave him a stern look and Dom shut his mouth and drove. When Billy was feeling bossy it didn’t do to argue.
~*~
Billy took his time in the bath. Dom paced the flat nervously. He couldn’t think of anything to do. He couldn’t think of what he normally did when he was here. Dom was in the kitchen when he finally heard the bathroom door open.
Billy was not in the living room. He was not in the hall. There was a great Billy-sized lump under the covers of Dom’s bed. Dom crawled under them too.
“Warmer?” he asked. Billy nodded.
“It’s dark under here.”
“Yes,” Dom whispered. He wasn’t sure why.
“Top secret. No one can see.”
Dom smiled. “I secured the perimeter.”
“I could hear you pacing.”
Dom shrugged. “Nervous.”
“Yeah?”
“I want you, Bill.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t mind red skin and teeth marks, Dom. I told you that. You just have to be a bit more careful with that thing in your trousers. It’s huge. I was limping for a bloody week.”
“Five days. You stopped limping on Wednesday.”
“Shut up, Dom.”
“I can do that.”
“Kiss me.”
“I can do that too.”
~*~
Billy slammed his glass down on the table top and turned to scowl at Viggo.
“I don’t understand it, Vig.”
“Understand what, Bills?”
“Why is no one mentioning it?”
“Mentioning what?”
“The fact that Dom’s been buggering me for three weeks now. I know you all know. Christ, you had front row seats to one event.”
“It’s really none of my business, Bill.”
“Of course it’s not. But if you ever fucked anything and I found out I’d make sure to mock you for it. It makes a fellow feel bad if his friends don’t mock him when he’s behaved sluttishly while looped out of his mind and then started letting his best mate bugger him.”
Viggo scratched his head and tried to look invisible. Elijah put a hand on Billy’s shoulder.
“We would mock you, Bill. We don’t want you to feel bad. It’s just that…”
“Shut up, Elwood,” Viggo growled.
“Dominic won’t let us.” Sir Ian’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Or rather, Viggo won’t let us, because Dominic has promised to remove certain prized pieces of Viggo’s anatomy if we do.”
Billy looked stunned. “He did that?”
Elijah nodded. “He loves you, Bill.”
“Yeah, we even stopped watching you fuck that first night cuz it wasn’t a bit like watching porn. Well, I mean there was lots of fucking but he was so clearly smitten, man.” Orli waved his hands around rather feebly to make his point and dropped them entirely when Viggo started growling.
“You’re a sick fuck, Orli,” Billy said. “I feel dirty.”
“You really should have seen his face though, Bill. He was all lit up.”
Billy glared. “I have seen it, Elwood. You’re a right bastard yourself. Here I was trying to be discreet about you fondling the elf after you got off peeping at me.”
Viggo sat up straighter and Elijah’s face turned red.
“You fondled the elf?”
“Still had his hands in his pants in the morning.”
“Orli, I…”
“Don’t worry, Lijah. Orli’s been checking out your ass since the minute his plane landed. He’s no saint.”
“You’re one to talk. What the fuck was in that weed you gave us anyway?” Billy glared furiously at Viggo and though Billy was a small man Viggo thought it might not be wise to fuck with him.
“I just thought it might make for a fun evening. You had fun didn’t you?”
Dom chose that moment to arrive back at the table with a tray of drinks. Viggo actually yelped at the sight of him. Dom licked his lips and smiled.
“Where’s your sword, Vig?”
Viggo smiled, stood, picked up his jacket and sauntered quickly from the pub. Billy fell off his chair laughing and all other misdeeds were forgotten as they spent the evening plotting their revenge on Viggo.
d/b
Rated: R
Happy belated New Year!
The sky was milky with clouds and Billy could see snowflakes chasing each other past the window. He blinked his eyes all the way open. He was comfy and warm in this bed. It wasn’t, he realized as consciousness crept over him, his own bed. It was Dom’s. That was okay. He’d woken in Dom’s bed before, usually after a session of uninhibited boozing that left him unable to crawl the scant distance between Dom’s flat and his own.
Billy didn’t feel hung-over though. That was the great thing about weed. No hangover. Still, there was something niggling at the corner of Billy’s mind. Something had happened. Someone had done something or…Billy shrugged mentally, it would come to him, or not, no worries.
He turned his head to find Dom’s grey eyes staring at him.
“’Lo Dom.” Billy began to stretch. He had slept so deeply it felt like he had not moved at all in the night and his muscles were sore with it. His limbs stretched out against the smooth sheets and…wait a minute. He was quite naked under the covers. Ah well, bit awkward with Dom there and all but…
“’Lo Bill.” Dom’s voice was wrong, sort of low and…guilty or something. Billy continued his stretch. He was sore. In odd places, like his wrists, and the inside of his thighs, and…oh, oh fuck.
Billy stopped stretching and turned abruptly to look at Dom again. “Did…?” Dom was nodding before Billy even got the word out. He kept nodding, shaking his head quite pitifully and looking at Billy with round apologetic eyes. There was not one trace of piss taking about him.
Flashes of the previous night’s events began to steal in on Billy, playing in his mind like bright splashes of lightening. There was Viggo with his little bag of Very Good Weed, and Elijah sitting in front of the CD player with endless discs spread out around him on the carpet like some silver flower garden. There was Dom with his soft hair under Billy’s hands. Billy himself saying, “I don’t think I’ve ever actually been this comfortable. I feel good. Like my body feels good.”
And then Dom kissing him in front of all the others and Billy making no attempt to stop it because that had felt good too and then…
The slide show in Billy’s brain suddenly got much more pornographic and he could feel the panic showing on his face. Dom’s eyes grew wider and he bit his lower lip.
“Did I, perchance, allow you to bugger me last evening?”
Dom nodded. He had never stopped nodding.
Billy dropped his head back on to the pillow and closed his eyes. “You’re sure?” he said, though he needn’t. Billy was sure. He could feel it. Physically, he could feel the hundred and one spots that Dom had touched him, none too gently, it would appear. The bastard.
Then Billy blushed as another flash came to him of his own voice, high with need, telling Dom he liked it a little bit rough.
“How rough?” Dom said, his voice low and gruff in a way Billy had never heard it before.
“Hold me down,” Billy had answered, pleaded.
Billy felt his face burn. He didn’t want to remember anymore.
“I. Am. A. Whore,” Billy said. He opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling.
“Don’t say that, Bill. I did it too.”
“You are also a whore, my friend.” Dom gasped but Billy plunged on hoping that by confessing to it he could ease the severity of his sluttishness. “We are two whores. Lying naked in our bed of sin. Two whores that, by what I can remember, fucked wantonly in front of our friends last night.”
“I don’t think we actually fucked in front of them, Bill. Snogged maybe.”
“In close proximity to our friends. Ah fuck!” Billy sat up in the bed and then lay down again quite quickly when he realized he was flashing Dom with his bottom. Something had caught his eye though, something about the bedroom door, and Billy sat up again nearly as quickly.
Dom was dumbfounded. “You’ll give yourself whiplash doing that.” Billy was frozen. “Bill? Billy? You okay?”
Billy lay back down again pulling the duvet over both their heads as he did. This was not a good idea because now he an unobstructed view of Dom’s naked body, but it was shadowy in the makeshift tent, and Billy was in desperate need of a top-secret conference.
“Dom!”
Dom opened his eyes very wide and raised both eyebrows at him in an you’re-acting-mad-but-I’m-going-to-tolerate-as-best-I-can kind of way. “Bill?”
“By the door,” Billy pointed toward the door as he whispered urgently. “Lijah is sleeping. On the floor. His hand.” Billy held up his own hand to illustrate what that consisted of, “Is in Orli’s pants.”
Dom’s eyebrows dropped back down to their normal position and Dom cautiously lowered the covers and strained his neck to look toward the door. When he came back Billy was curled up around Dom’s pillow and biting his thumbnail. Christ.
“I’ll get rid of them, Bill. You stay here. You’re sure you’re alright?”
“I think so. I’ll run some diagnostics while you secure the perimeter.”
Dom smiled. He almost grabbed Billy’s hand and kissed his knuckles but, under the circumstances, thought better of it.
~*~
This was a delicate situation. Dom wondered if he should try to remove Elijah’s hand from Orli’s crotch before waking him. The poor bugger might be scarred for life if he woke in such a position. Though it would serve him right. The two of them had clearly passed out there while either eavesdropping or spying on him and Billy. On him and Billy naked and fucking. On Dom bending Billy’s ankles back behind his ears and buggering him into the mattress while Billy’s delicate hands grabbed at Dom’s shoulders and he begged for Dom to be rougher. Shut up, Dom told himself firmly. In the end Dom put a foot in the middle of Elijah’s chest and kicked him over, knocking Elijah’s hand from Orli’s nether regions and waking him up.
Elijah winced. “Oh fucking hell, Dom. That’s not a good view. Put some clothes on, you cheap floozy.”
“I’m a whore, not a floozy,” Dom said in his most dignified voice. Elijah stumbled to his feet, treading on Orli as he went.
“Time is it?” Orli mumbled.
Dom bristled. He had a rule. The rule was: Orli could not be tolerated before noon. He looked too pretty, and asked too many questions.
“Want to go out for breakfast?”
“No, you daft twat. Get out. Get on home. You’re too chirpy and shiny to be borne.”
“Where the fuck are my trousers? Why are you naked?”
“Shut up!” Dom said. He began to make shooing motions with his arms.
“Where’s Billy?” Elijah yawned innocently. He stopped mid-yawn, his brain clicking into gear.
“Oh Doodle, I so didn’t want to have to kill you.” Dom said.
Elijah just pointed at him, his eyes going wider by the second until they were the size of man-hole covers and Dom had to turn him sideways so he would fit through the door. He threw Orli’s trousers out into the snow after them.
He went to check on Billy.
~*~
Billy was sitting up against the headboard. All his hair was sticking straight up except for where it was mashed flat against his skull and he was looking at his hands, twirling them around in the air. He looked stark raving mad.
“Bill?”
Billy stilled his hands but didn’t lower them and Dom realized he had been looking at his wrists, probably trying to work the soreness out of them. They were red and raw looking.
“I’m sorry.”
Billy shrugged. “I think I remember requesting it. Don’t worry.” He blushed. “Did you rout the villains?”
“I did. I trounced them in a thrice.”
“Do you think they’ll say anything?”
Dom sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “Elijah won’t. But I think it’s safe to bet that everyone at work knows already.”
Billy nodded. He found he didn’t care that much one way or the other. He was an actor. It wasn’t the most homophobic profession in the world.
“How should we murder Viggo?”
“Slowly,” Dom said. “With sharp things and creatures that bite. Like you. You bite.” Dom turned to show the back of his shoulder to Billy. There were little teeth marks there. Billy shrugged.
“My arse is sore.”
“You win,” Dom agreed. He touched the side of his face and worked his jaw back and forth. “Although, I think I gave you a pretty incredible blowjob to make up for it. Do you remember?”
“I think so. Yeah, I think it was pretty good.” Billy frowned. It seemed a shame not to clearly remember his first and only homosexual romp. If he was going to have one it would be nice to remember it.
“Let’s look on the bright side, Bill.” Dom said noticing Billy’s frown. “You could have climbed into bed with Orli.”
Billy shook his head. “I wouldn’t have. He’s too shiny.”
Dom grabbed Billy’s hands and kissed the knuckles. He did love Billy so. “If I had to bugger a bloke, Bill, I’m glad it was you.”
Billy laughed. “That’s fucking fantastic, Dom. I’m so thrilled for you.” He threw the duvet off of himself and over Dom’s head. “I’m taking a shower. I’m using all your hot water too.”
“Help yourself,” Dom said. He tossed the covers off of himself and began to strip the bed. He frowned. The sheets were all spotted with blood.
~*~
Dom waited until he heard the water turn off. He pressed his ear to the bathroom door, hoping he wouldn’t hear Billy sobbing or groaning. He didn’t. He should let him alone. Probably. That was probably best.
He knocked softly. “Bill?”
“What, Dom?”
“Um? Just making sure you were okay.”
“I’ve been taking showers by myself for awhile now, Dom. Did you think I’d drowned?”
“No, no. Just…”
Billy cracked open the door. Clean smelling steam rushed out and Billy’s face was rosy. “What, Dom?”
“The sheets were all bloody.”
Billy’s face grew rosier still but he nodded his head crisply. “That’s what happens when you stick that monster in my wee, virginal arsehole you great arse buggering sodomite.”
Billy slammed the door. “Bill? I think ‘arse buggering sodomite’ is a bit redundant.” Dom called through the wood. Billy would either laugh or come out and bludgeon Dom to death with the shower curtain rod. Dom figured it was best to find out now how much Billy was willing laugh about the situation.
It took him a minute but Billy did laugh. He cursed too but he laughed.
~*~
“Shall I make you some toast and tea?”
“No, I think I’ll go home and…”
“Drink beer, watch footy, and search for lesbian porn on the internet?”
Billy smiled. “Something like that.”
“I’m doing the same,” Dom said. “Might lift some weights, buy a racecar, that kind of thing.”
Billy nodded and looped his scarf around his neck.
“You’re sure you’re okay? You don’t need a doctor?” Dom asked. He knew it was the hundredth millionth time he’d asked but he had to.
“Stop worrying about my arsehole, Dom. It’s creepy. And I’m fine. You’re not that well kitted out.”
“I am though,” Dom said.
“Yeah,” Billy agreed. “Kinda wish I didn’t know that.”
“Pub tonight?”
“Yeah, course. See you there.”
~*~
Billy got to the pub early so he could choose a comfy booth in the corner. He did not want to sit on a bar stool tonight. He figured he was in for a good amount of ribbing. He’d decided not to respond to it. They’d get bored of it soon enough if he didn’t react.
Astin arrived first, clueless to all gossip, as usual, and Billy was pleased to see him. He listened with unusual attention to Astin’s tale of his daughter’s cold. Sean was a very nice man. Responsible. Billy should be more like him. Less of a whore.
Viggo showed up next. The man was positively filthy and ponged like he’d been rolling in Orc dung, which he probably had. Billy didn’t say anything though. He wasn’t going to start the mud-slinging. Astin was good for a few choice comments on Viggo’s hygiene though. They weren’t as good as the ones Billy would have come up with but Billy supposed that the non-whorish had less material to work with.
Dom arrived late. He was all business; brisk in his greetings to all assembled and generally sported a don’t-fuck-with-me kind of air. Billy couldn’t help but be impressed.
And the teasing never started. There was not one comment or sly remark. Not even from Orli. Elijah looked bashful for the first twenty minutes and jumped when Billy spoke to him but even he settled down eventually.
Billy wondered at this. Something was afoot. Elijah and Orlando’s silence could be explained by the compromising position they were found in this morning. Perhaps they were too embarrassed to throw stones. But surely Viggo…maybe Viggo had gotten up to no good last night as well. Or he’d simply forgotten. That’d be just like him. To cause havoc and then forget all about it.
~*~
Dom smiled grimly into his pint. He’d spent an hour lifting weights after Billy had left. When he felt sufficiently his own man again he got on the phone. He started with Doodle who had cried before Dom even had the chance to blackmail him. Orli was a bit more defiant but Dom was able to convince him it was in his best interests to bow to the will of the almighty Dom. Viggo was next. Dom skipped the pleasantries and went right for the kill.
“You’re not to speak to him about it. And you’re to pass that word along to whoever else knows already. No one talks, no one looks at him funny, no one breathes funny near him. Mock me all you want, but if anyone does anything to Billy I’ll cut your balls off with your own sword.”
There was silence on the other end for a long time. Dom tried to make his breathing sound menacing.
“It means a lot to you,” Viggo said.
Dom opened and closed his mouth. Viggo didn’t seem to be getting the point.
“Your…”
“Yes, I know. My balls. My sword. It’s taken care of, Dom. Stop worrying. Will I see you at the pub tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
The line went dead. Viggo never said goodbye properly. Cunt.
But he had been true to his word. No one had said anything to either him or Billy all night. It was almost as if the entire thing had been forgotten. Still, Dom was careful not to drink too much. He had to be alert for signs of mischief.
~*~
Billy got trollied. By nine-o’clock he was singing sweet little tunes to himself in his corner of the booth.
“This glass never gets empty!” he marveled.
“That’s because I keep getting you new ones,” Dom explained.
Billy hung his head. “It’s very irresponsible to be this drunk, Dom. Astin wouldn’t get this drunk.”
“Yes, but he’s also a twat. So…”
Billy rubbed his hands over his face and when he looked up he was smiling again.
“I feel sluttish,” Billy announced to the table at large. Everyone kind of froze with their drinks half-way to their mouths. Billy didn’t seem to notice. He scrunched his face up as if pondering deep thoughts. “Yep, I feel like I’ve wandered down a sluttish path. I don’t really seem to mind it though. That’s how you can tell. A true whorish creature I am. Possibly a wee bit more homosexual than I was aware of as well.”
“And it’s time to go,” Dom said.
Astin staggered to his feet and belched. “I’ll take him.”
“No,” Dom said. “You get a cab. You’re pickled. I’m sober. I’ll take him.”
Astin seemed flummoxed at this strange turn of events. Dom had never been more sober than him before.
~*~
Once in the cab Billy grew sleepy. He lay his head back against the seat and talked in whispers.
“You kissed me, Dom. Remember?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“That part was nice. It felt nice. Everyone was watching though.”
“Not everyone, just Viggo and Orli and Lijah.”
“No one said anything, Dom. No one said anything about it at all.”
“I know. That’s good right?”
Billy shook his head. “It’s too appalling for them to even joke about, Dom. I don’t care though.”
“No, Bill. I’m sure that’s not it.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“Course I don’t!”
“That’s good then.”
“No one hates you, Billy.”
Billy smiled. “The kissing was nice, Dom. I don’t remember the rest of it so well. Except that of course I do. Sorry I lied just then, Dom.”
“It’s alright.”
“It was nice. Hurt though. But I liked it just the same. Did you have a nice time, Dommie?”
Dom did not want to answer that question. He didn’t have any whiskey coursing through his system to make him brave and truthful.
“Billy shush. We’re nearly to your house.”
Billy closed his eyes. “I do remember it, Dom, but I wished I remembered better. I do remember one thing you said though.”
Dom winced. He didn’t want to know.
“Look, Bill. We’re here.” Dom paid the driver and ushered Billy inside. Billy lurched toward his bedroom, stripped down to his boxers and fell on the bed. Dom went to the kitchen to pour him some water and grab a couple of aspirin.
Billy swallowed them and Dom turned off the light. He was at the door when Billy spoke.
“You said you’d wanted to kiss me for a long time. Is that true, Dom?”
Dom didn’t turn around.
“Yes.”
“I’m glad you got to, then.”
“Night, Bill.”
“Night, Dom.”
~*~
A happy week followed. A happy, sane, productive week with no forays into sluttishness of any kind. Billy and Dom smiled and joked with one another on set. Viggo’s balls were allowed to stay in Viggo’s pants where they belonged. It was all quite satisfying.
Sure, things had a gotten a wee bit out of control for one tiny weekend but everything was back on track. Even poor Billy was no longer limping when he thought Dom wasn’t looking. Dom was always looking. He would be able to stop soon. Billy was okay. Yes, he’d stop soon. Today in fact. Today was a good day to stop being hyper-aware of Billy’s presence and moods and facial twitches.
“Do you want to come over tonight?”
Dom jumped a clear foot off the bench he was sitting on and slopped coffee down his front. He let his guard down for one goddamned minute and the bastard snuck up on him.
“What?”
“Easy, tiger. Do you want to come over? Watch footy? Crush beer cans against our foreheads?”
“No pub?”
Billy shrugged. “Don’t feel like it.”
“Bill, no one…”
“That’s not why. I’d just, I don’t know. It’s cold out.”
It was a pathetic excuse but Dom let it go.
“Okay. What time?”
“When you get there.”
~*~
There were fire trucks all around Billy’s block when Dom arrived.
“Don’t panic. He’s okay.” Dom said aloud to himself, but he was shaking as he tore out of the car and up the street on foot. Billy was standing on the pavement watching smoke pour from a window in one of the lower flats. He looked blue with cold.
“Bill!” Billy didn’t object to being pounced on, or having his cold hands rubbed between Dom’s gloved ones.
“Kitchen fire,” Billy said through chattering teeth.
“You’re frozen. Come on. Let’s go to mine.” Dom shrugged out of his jacket and stuffed Billy into it, pulling up the zip to his eyes and muffling Billy’s feeble protests. Dom wasn’t cold. He had too much adrenalin in his system to be cold.
“My feet, Dom.”
Dom knew. Billy’s feet were always cold. Dom pulled him toward the car. “You should have gone inside you daft bugger. A shop! Your car!”
“I didn’t have the keys. I didn’t think to. I was too cold.”
Dom shoved him into the passenger seat and slammed the door. He ran around the car and jumped into the driver’s side, closing the door, and cursing at the cold wind. Billy was hissing through his teeth, shivering. Dom started the car to turn on the heater but he didn’t drive.
“Dom? You okay?”
“Yes, just over reacting. I can’t stand you being hurt.” He reached over to grab Billy’s cold, red hands. He brought them to his mouth and blew on them. He held Billy’s hands to his own warm cheeks and tried not to kiss them. “I hate that I hurt you.”
“Dom!”
“I did. I hurt you.”
“Well be more gentle next time, then.”
Dom didn’t move except to press Billy’s frozen hands more tightly to his cheeks which suddenly felt flaming hot.
“Pardon?”
Billy took his hands away.
“Shut up. Drive. My feet are bloody killing me. You can run me a bath.”
Dom felt he should say something. Ask some question or…Billy gave him a stern look and Dom shut his mouth and drove. When Billy was feeling bossy it didn’t do to argue.
~*~
Billy took his time in the bath. Dom paced the flat nervously. He couldn’t think of anything to do. He couldn’t think of what he normally did when he was here. Dom was in the kitchen when he finally heard the bathroom door open.
Billy was not in the living room. He was not in the hall. There was a great Billy-sized lump under the covers of Dom’s bed. Dom crawled under them too.
“Warmer?” he asked. Billy nodded.
“It’s dark under here.”
“Yes,” Dom whispered. He wasn’t sure why.
“Top secret. No one can see.”
Dom smiled. “I secured the perimeter.”
“I could hear you pacing.”
Dom shrugged. “Nervous.”
“Yeah?”
“I want you, Bill.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t mind red skin and teeth marks, Dom. I told you that. You just have to be a bit more careful with that thing in your trousers. It’s huge. I was limping for a bloody week.”
“Five days. You stopped limping on Wednesday.”
“Shut up, Dom.”
“I can do that.”
“Kiss me.”
“I can do that too.”
~*~
Billy slammed his glass down on the table top and turned to scowl at Viggo.
“I don’t understand it, Vig.”
“Understand what, Bills?”
“Why is no one mentioning it?”
“Mentioning what?”
“The fact that Dom’s been buggering me for three weeks now. I know you all know. Christ, you had front row seats to one event.”
“It’s really none of my business, Bill.”
“Of course it’s not. But if you ever fucked anything and I found out I’d make sure to mock you for it. It makes a fellow feel bad if his friends don’t mock him when he’s behaved sluttishly while looped out of his mind and then started letting his best mate bugger him.”
Viggo scratched his head and tried to look invisible. Elijah put a hand on Billy’s shoulder.
“We would mock you, Bill. We don’t want you to feel bad. It’s just that…”
“Shut up, Elwood,” Viggo growled.
“Dominic won’t let us.” Sir Ian’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Or rather, Viggo won’t let us, because Dominic has promised to remove certain prized pieces of Viggo’s anatomy if we do.”
Billy looked stunned. “He did that?”
Elijah nodded. “He loves you, Bill.”
“Yeah, we even stopped watching you fuck that first night cuz it wasn’t a bit like watching porn. Well, I mean there was lots of fucking but he was so clearly smitten, man.” Orli waved his hands around rather feebly to make his point and dropped them entirely when Viggo started growling.
“You’re a sick fuck, Orli,” Billy said. “I feel dirty.”
“You really should have seen his face though, Bill. He was all lit up.”
Billy glared. “I have seen it, Elwood. You’re a right bastard yourself. Here I was trying to be discreet about you fondling the elf after you got off peeping at me.”
Viggo sat up straighter and Elijah’s face turned red.
“You fondled the elf?”
“Still had his hands in his pants in the morning.”
“Orli, I…”
“Don’t worry, Lijah. Orli’s been checking out your ass since the minute his plane landed. He’s no saint.”
“You’re one to talk. What the fuck was in that weed you gave us anyway?” Billy glared furiously at Viggo and though Billy was a small man Viggo thought it might not be wise to fuck with him.
“I just thought it might make for a fun evening. You had fun didn’t you?”
Dom chose that moment to arrive back at the table with a tray of drinks. Viggo actually yelped at the sight of him. Dom licked his lips and smiled.
“Where’s your sword, Vig?”
Viggo smiled, stood, picked up his jacket and sauntered quickly from the pub. Billy fell off his chair laughing and all other misdeeds were forgotten as they spent the evening plotting their revenge on Viggo.