Fic for samantha_kathy
Recipient: samantha_kathy
Author: TBA
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Title: Roots
Pairing: Don/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Author's Note: For your prompt, Billy decides to settle down with Don. But first there's sex. I hope you enjoy!
Charlie entered the break room, glancing up quickly from his papers as he registered Don's presence. Then he stopped and looked at Don more carefully.
Don turned his head away from the window he was staring out of, Charlie's scrutiny raising the hairs on the back of his neck. "What?" he asked, sharper than he'd intended.
"How long as he been gone this time?" Charlie asked.
Frowning, Don shook his head, not following.
"Billy," Charlie clarified. "How long has he been gone?"
"A month," Don answered shortly. "How could you tell?"
Charlie snorted. "Don. You always get agitated the longer Billy's been away," he said, nodding at the fingers Don had steadily been drumming against the counter. "And besides, you're not exactly subtle when you're miserable."
Sighing, Don pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded. It had taken nearly a year of persuasion after the prison bus crash case for Don to convince Billy to put down roots in LA. Billy had eventually given in, but had refused to give up Fugitive Recovery. So even though Billy now officially had a home base--and Don had his own key and an open invitation--it was normal for him to be gone for long stretches.
This time was particularly bad. Not only was Billy gone for an extended period, but he hadn't even been able to tell Don exactly where he was going. And he hadn't had any contact from him, not so much as a text, in close to two weeks. All of which just served to make him cranky and miserable.
"Sorry," Don said, scrubbing a hand over his face.
"Listen, why don't you come over for dinner with Amita, Dad, and me tonight? Maybe it'll help take your mind off of Billy," Charlie replied, putting his hand on Don's arm.
"Thanks, buddy. But I don't think I'm going to be very good company. Besides, Billy should be home any day now and things will get back to normal. I swear."
"I know how much Billy means to you," Charlie said, dropping his voice a little. Though Don's relationship with Billy was an open secret these days, Don was still a private guy. "Just know that you don't have to suffer alone, okay?"
Don smiled and nodded, lifting his coffee in salute.
….
With the idea of going back to his own apartment far too depressing, Don let himself into Billy's apartment at the end of the day, setting the six pack of beer he'd brought with him down on the coffee table. Billy generally kept the pantry well stocked, but after a moment spent contemplating whether he should go for tuna or a can of soup, Don eventually gave up and returned to his beer. Cracking one open, he flipped through channels until he found an old movie he liked then sank down into the leather couch. There was a vaguely Billy-sized indent in the couch and the apartment still had a lingering scent of Billy's aftershave. Sighing, Don let his eyes start to slip closed, only then realizing how tired he really was. Don was far from what anyone would call sentimental; it was just a fact that he slept better when Billy was around.
Don was only aware that he'd fallen asleep when the sound of the door opening slammed him awake. Instinctively, he pulled his gun and pointed it at the would-be intruder, sparing a moment to think that whoever it was had definitely picked the wrong apartment to break into.
"Whoa, hey. Easy partner," a familiar voice said from the door.
"Billy? What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Billy said, closing the door behind him and tossing his duffel aside. He flicked on the side lamp and Don blinked a little in the sudden brightness. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Better not be," Don said, quickly stowing his gun and standing. He grabbed Billy and pulled him into a deep kiss, groaning as Billy's strong arms wound around him and held him tight. "Bedroom. Right now."
"Hell yes," Billy grunted before diving into the kiss again. He walked Don across the small space, stripping Don's shirt and opening his jeans as they went. Don's skin was warm and his body felt so good next to his. "Fuck I missed you."
"Missed you, too," Don murmured. He stripped Billy's shirt as well, raking his fingers down that familiar, muscled chest before going to work on his jeans. "When were you going to tell me you were coming home?"
"I'd planned to surprise you," Billy replied. He kicked his jeans off then pushed Don's jeans and boxers off his legs before pushing him down onto the bed and crawling over him. "But my plan hadn't included handguns, exactly."
"My apartment was too lonely, so I came here," Don explained. "I haven't slept so well since you've been gone. You woke me out of a dead sleep."
"Then I guess I can't blame you for pulling your gun on me," Billy said, keeping Don pinned to the mattress as he ground against him. "But you're still going to have to make it up to me."
"What did you have in mind?"
Billy reached for the pair of leather cuffs they kept in the nightstand and brandished them for Don. Groaning his consent, Don stretched his hands over his head and let Billy fasten the cuffs around his wrists, binding him to the headboard. "Perfect," Billy breathed.
Smirking, Don waggled his eyebrows at Billy. "Now what?"
"Now this," Billy said. He devoured Don's mouth as he ran his hands all over Don's body, finally wrapping his hand around Don's cock and stroking firmly.
Don's hips came off the bed, following the motion of Billy's hand, and he groaned. "Fuck me, Billy."
"All in due time," Billy promised. He kissed his way along Don's body, following the path his hands had taken before he sucked Don between his lips. Don's legs opened even further, giving him all the access he could want as he groaned and arched, trying to get more pleasure, more stimulation. Against that image and those sounds, Billy was helpless. He slicked up his fingers and pushed Don's legs up, spending the bare minimum amount of time on preparation before pushing deep inside him.
"Billy!" Don cried out, wrapping his hands around the chains binding him to the headboard. He pushed up into Billy as much as he could, encouraging a hard and fast pace. He wanted to feel this for days, wanted to revel in the sensation of Billy driving into him. It wasn't long before his need pulsed almost painfully through him. He wrapped his legs around Billy, begging with his body, too wrecked to beg him with his voice.
Wrapping his hand around Don's cock again, Billy drove even harder into him. He pressed a kiss just over Don's heart. "Come for me," he panted.
Arching, Don let go, crying his pleasure to the ceiling. He felt Billy following over the edge, jerking as he pulsed deep inside him. Don took a deep breath as he came down with Billy settled between his legs. He wanted to run his hand through Billy's hair, but the cuffs prevented him. He tugged pointedly.
"Here, let me," Billy said, reaching up and tenderly setting him free. He pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before settling against the mattress and pulling Don into his arms. "I really did miss you. A lot."
"I missed you, too. I was miserable without you. I'm always miserable without you," Don said. He paused. "Where did you have to go?"
"I still can't tell you that," Billy replied quietly, stroking over Don's hair. "But I do have news."
"Good news?"
"Depends." Billy paused.
Don waited a few heartbeats. "Well?"
Billy bit his lip and then rolled over onto his hip to look Don in the eye. "That was my last assignment for Fugitive Recovery. I'm out, Don."
Breath catching in his throat, Don took a moment before he replied. "Because you wanted out or because they kicked you out?"
Chuckling, Billy tugged Don in for a kiss. "Because I wanted out. I thought knowing that you'd be here waiting for me that I could keep chasing fugitives down. I thought that'd be enough. But it's not. I hate leaving you all the time. You're all I can think about. Don. I love you."
"I love you, too, Billy," Don said. "So much." He kissed Billy enthusiastically, nibbling on Billy's bottom lip. "Did you really think I wouldn't think this was good news?"
"Well, I am going to be around a lot more. Could be we get on each other's nerves. Could be the distance was the only thing making this work," Billy said quietly, running his thumb over Don's collarbone.
Don smiled softly. "That's a risk I'm willing to take. I want you with me always. I'm better when you're around. Saner." He ran a hand through Billy's hair again. "So, what unit are you transferring to?"
Lifting his eyebrows, Billy just bit his lip against his grin.
"Oh… oh we're going to be partners again are we?" Don asked, catching on. "Am I going to be your boss?"
"If you sign off on the transfer, yes. It's up to you. I know it could be awkward and it comes with hazards. We have to have each other's back out there…"
"Billy, I can't think of anyone else I would want on my team more," Don said. "I'll sign the paperwork first thing."
"Thank you, Don," Billy murmured. "How can I express my gratitude?"
Rolling on top of Billy, Don kissed him deeply and thoroughly, exploring his mouth. "I can think of one or two things. Out of curiosity, what would you have done if I'd said no?"
"I had a couple of back up units I could have gone to instead. Would have let me work in the same building if not on your team," Billy said. "But I wasn't going to give up without a fight either. I'm pretty sure I would have persuaded you."
Grinning, Don lightly pinned Billy's wrists to the bed. "I would have liked to see you try. Gratitude first, though."
"I think I can arrange that," Billy said. He fisted his hand in Don's hair, dragging him down into another kiss.
Author: TBA
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Title: Roots
Pairing: Don/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Author's Note: For your prompt, Billy decides to settle down with Don. But first there's sex. I hope you enjoy!
Charlie entered the break room, glancing up quickly from his papers as he registered Don's presence. Then he stopped and looked at Don more carefully.
Don turned his head away from the window he was staring out of, Charlie's scrutiny raising the hairs on the back of his neck. "What?" he asked, sharper than he'd intended.
"How long as he been gone this time?" Charlie asked.
Frowning, Don shook his head, not following.
"Billy," Charlie clarified. "How long has he been gone?"
"A month," Don answered shortly. "How could you tell?"
Charlie snorted. "Don. You always get agitated the longer Billy's been away," he said, nodding at the fingers Don had steadily been drumming against the counter. "And besides, you're not exactly subtle when you're miserable."
Sighing, Don pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded. It had taken nearly a year of persuasion after the prison bus crash case for Don to convince Billy to put down roots in LA. Billy had eventually given in, but had refused to give up Fugitive Recovery. So even though Billy now officially had a home base--and Don had his own key and an open invitation--it was normal for him to be gone for long stretches.
This time was particularly bad. Not only was Billy gone for an extended period, but he hadn't even been able to tell Don exactly where he was going. And he hadn't had any contact from him, not so much as a text, in close to two weeks. All of which just served to make him cranky and miserable.
"Sorry," Don said, scrubbing a hand over his face.
"Listen, why don't you come over for dinner with Amita, Dad, and me tonight? Maybe it'll help take your mind off of Billy," Charlie replied, putting his hand on Don's arm.
"Thanks, buddy. But I don't think I'm going to be very good company. Besides, Billy should be home any day now and things will get back to normal. I swear."
"I know how much Billy means to you," Charlie said, dropping his voice a little. Though Don's relationship with Billy was an open secret these days, Don was still a private guy. "Just know that you don't have to suffer alone, okay?"
Don smiled and nodded, lifting his coffee in salute.
….
With the idea of going back to his own apartment far too depressing, Don let himself into Billy's apartment at the end of the day, setting the six pack of beer he'd brought with him down on the coffee table. Billy generally kept the pantry well stocked, but after a moment spent contemplating whether he should go for tuna or a can of soup, Don eventually gave up and returned to his beer. Cracking one open, he flipped through channels until he found an old movie he liked then sank down into the leather couch. There was a vaguely Billy-sized indent in the couch and the apartment still had a lingering scent of Billy's aftershave. Sighing, Don let his eyes start to slip closed, only then realizing how tired he really was. Don was far from what anyone would call sentimental; it was just a fact that he slept better when Billy was around.
Don was only aware that he'd fallen asleep when the sound of the door opening slammed him awake. Instinctively, he pulled his gun and pointed it at the would-be intruder, sparing a moment to think that whoever it was had definitely picked the wrong apartment to break into.
"Whoa, hey. Easy partner," a familiar voice said from the door.
"Billy? What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Billy said, closing the door behind him and tossing his duffel aside. He flicked on the side lamp and Don blinked a little in the sudden brightness. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Better not be," Don said, quickly stowing his gun and standing. He grabbed Billy and pulled him into a deep kiss, groaning as Billy's strong arms wound around him and held him tight. "Bedroom. Right now."
"Hell yes," Billy grunted before diving into the kiss again. He walked Don across the small space, stripping Don's shirt and opening his jeans as they went. Don's skin was warm and his body felt so good next to his. "Fuck I missed you."
"Missed you, too," Don murmured. He stripped Billy's shirt as well, raking his fingers down that familiar, muscled chest before going to work on his jeans. "When were you going to tell me you were coming home?"
"I'd planned to surprise you," Billy replied. He kicked his jeans off then pushed Don's jeans and boxers off his legs before pushing him down onto the bed and crawling over him. "But my plan hadn't included handguns, exactly."
"My apartment was too lonely, so I came here," Don explained. "I haven't slept so well since you've been gone. You woke me out of a dead sleep."
"Then I guess I can't blame you for pulling your gun on me," Billy said, keeping Don pinned to the mattress as he ground against him. "But you're still going to have to make it up to me."
"What did you have in mind?"
Billy reached for the pair of leather cuffs they kept in the nightstand and brandished them for Don. Groaning his consent, Don stretched his hands over his head and let Billy fasten the cuffs around his wrists, binding him to the headboard. "Perfect," Billy breathed.
Smirking, Don waggled his eyebrows at Billy. "Now what?"
"Now this," Billy said. He devoured Don's mouth as he ran his hands all over Don's body, finally wrapping his hand around Don's cock and stroking firmly.
Don's hips came off the bed, following the motion of Billy's hand, and he groaned. "Fuck me, Billy."
"All in due time," Billy promised. He kissed his way along Don's body, following the path his hands had taken before he sucked Don between his lips. Don's legs opened even further, giving him all the access he could want as he groaned and arched, trying to get more pleasure, more stimulation. Against that image and those sounds, Billy was helpless. He slicked up his fingers and pushed Don's legs up, spending the bare minimum amount of time on preparation before pushing deep inside him.
"Billy!" Don cried out, wrapping his hands around the chains binding him to the headboard. He pushed up into Billy as much as he could, encouraging a hard and fast pace. He wanted to feel this for days, wanted to revel in the sensation of Billy driving into him. It wasn't long before his need pulsed almost painfully through him. He wrapped his legs around Billy, begging with his body, too wrecked to beg him with his voice.
Wrapping his hand around Don's cock again, Billy drove even harder into him. He pressed a kiss just over Don's heart. "Come for me," he panted.
Arching, Don let go, crying his pleasure to the ceiling. He felt Billy following over the edge, jerking as he pulsed deep inside him. Don took a deep breath as he came down with Billy settled between his legs. He wanted to run his hand through Billy's hair, but the cuffs prevented him. He tugged pointedly.
"Here, let me," Billy said, reaching up and tenderly setting him free. He pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before settling against the mattress and pulling Don into his arms. "I really did miss you. A lot."
"I missed you, too. I was miserable without you. I'm always miserable without you," Don said. He paused. "Where did you have to go?"
"I still can't tell you that," Billy replied quietly, stroking over Don's hair. "But I do have news."
"Good news?"
"Depends." Billy paused.
Don waited a few heartbeats. "Well?"
Billy bit his lip and then rolled over onto his hip to look Don in the eye. "That was my last assignment for Fugitive Recovery. I'm out, Don."
Breath catching in his throat, Don took a moment before he replied. "Because you wanted out or because they kicked you out?"
Chuckling, Billy tugged Don in for a kiss. "Because I wanted out. I thought knowing that you'd be here waiting for me that I could keep chasing fugitives down. I thought that'd be enough. But it's not. I hate leaving you all the time. You're all I can think about. Don. I love you."
"I love you, too, Billy," Don said. "So much." He kissed Billy enthusiastically, nibbling on Billy's bottom lip. "Did you really think I wouldn't think this was good news?"
"Well, I am going to be around a lot more. Could be we get on each other's nerves. Could be the distance was the only thing making this work," Billy said quietly, running his thumb over Don's collarbone.
Don smiled softly. "That's a risk I'm willing to take. I want you with me always. I'm better when you're around. Saner." He ran a hand through Billy's hair again. "So, what unit are you transferring to?"
Lifting his eyebrows, Billy just bit his lip against his grin.
"Oh… oh we're going to be partners again are we?" Don asked, catching on. "Am I going to be your boss?"
"If you sign off on the transfer, yes. It's up to you. I know it could be awkward and it comes with hazards. We have to have each other's back out there…"
"Billy, I can't think of anyone else I would want on my team more," Don said. "I'll sign the paperwork first thing."
"Thank you, Don," Billy murmured. "How can I express my gratitude?"
Rolling on top of Billy, Don kissed him deeply and thoroughly, exploring his mouth. "I can think of one or two things. Out of curiosity, what would you have done if I'd said no?"
"I had a couple of back up units I could have gone to instead. Would have let me work in the same building if not on your team," Billy said. "But I wasn't going to give up without a fight either. I'm pretty sure I would have persuaded you."
Grinning, Don lightly pinned Billy's wrists to the bed. "I would have liked to see you try. Gratitude first, though."
"I think I can arrange that," Billy said. He fisted his hand in Don's hair, dragging him down into another kiss.