Crevices, convexes (Dom/Billy, LA, December 2003)
Title: Crevices, convexes
Authors: unstealthy and msilverstar
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Warning: slight exhibitionism, schmoop
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Disclaimer: This is entirely untrue, it's fiction, we made it all up.
Summary: December, 2003, after the Return of the King premiere in Los Angeles, a little public teasing at the afterparty. It's not like they're going to get arrested, though they might shock Orlando. Then the morning after, slow and easy.
Notes: This is part of the push_pull_push universe, but can be read as a standalone. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
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They've done their bit for the films through evening once again; worked the room, networked, done interviews, partaken of yet more free booze. Dom really can't believe that he'd actually rather stay in with a cup of tea and footy on the telly than drink yet more free booze, but this is what my life has come to. At one point he catches sight of Billy surrounded by three -- count them, three -- women, all of whom he's got giggling like schoolgirls. Billy must be knackered; Dom certainly is. But Billy's still got charm to spare, and Dom loves him for it. Right there he decides Billy's getting a top-notch blow job later.
Finally it's winding down, at least the schmoozing part of the evening is. Dom and Billy ensconce themselves at a table in a darker corner of the room, ties loosened, and are joined by Orlando, and then for a while Sir Ian, who flirts outrageously and hilariously with Orlando before darting off again. Dom at last feels he can relax. He and Billy are sitting close, touching from shoulder to knee, and Dom's hand is on Billy's leg under the table. Dom's switched from champagne to beer, a decision he knows will cost him dear in the morning, but right now he doesn't care.
Elijah slides into another seat at the table. "Hey, what's up?"
"Orli just got propositioned by Serena," Dom laughs.
"Damn, he's good. I nearly took him up on his offer," Orlando grins. Dom likes this Orlando; no longer the movie star that he is on the red carpet, but his mate from way back. If four years can be called way back. It feels like a lifetime.
Billy toasts to that, they all do. Ian's been a brick through filming and pickups and premieres, even if he does skip out on the interviews. But enough Ian, enough everyone else. Dom's looking gorgeous, completely edible, with his mussed-up hair and smudges of eyeshadow. If they were home, Dom'd be bent over the table, giving it up for Billy; or kneeling and using his wicked tongue... Billy smiles at Dom, a hard hungry smile, squeezes Dom's hand, wrenches his attention back to their friends, and says, "It's Orli's lucky night, Dom kisses him, Ian tries to pull him, you next, Elijah?"
Elijah, who's learned to take the piss in self-defence, turns to Orlando and puts on his best "Frodo beseeching" face. "Orlando Bloom, you are so cyu-u-ute! Can I have your autograph? Will someone take a picture of us? Oh golly gosh darn!"
"You're going to get a slap in a minute," Orlando says.
"He's a fully-trained pirate now, watch out," Dom says to Elijah. He weaves his fingers through Billy's and squeezes back.
"A pirate," Elijah sighs loudly, "how romantic!" But he's distracted by magnificent rack of one of the servers walking by, and trails off.
"No drooling," Billy tells him, "and no more shagging the waitresses, good staff are hard to find." Elijah laughs, but he doesn't blush any more. It's like they've never been apart, though this is the last of it, the last big hurrah, and Billy would rather never stopped. More films, every year, he thinks wistfully, and then smiles as Elijah starts describing that waitress in Wellington.
It's far to soon that a PR person comes to collect Orli and Elijah and drag them off for some photos. She smiles at Dom and Billy and said, "You lot got lucky, your interviewer is completely drunk and had to be taken home. Enjoy!"
"Thank god," Dom says. "I thought it was all over for tonight. Did you see Orli's face? He looked totally fucking miserable." He sighs and slumps in the seat, sliding sideways so his head is on Billy's shoulder. "Save me from the publicity machine, Bill."
"I'd save you," Billy says wryly, "if you weren't such a camera-magnet yourself." They've had this conversation before; all the film-industry glitz drives Billy mad, and he's happy away in Glasgow where he can walk the dog and no one bothers him. And he'd be happy anywhere that Dom's mouth on his neck, which seems to have occurred while Billy wasn't looking and feels fantastic, wouldn't be fodder for paparazzi. "Geroff," he says, pushing Dom up a bit, "not in public."
"Since when did you become a prude, Billy-boy?" Dom says, sitting up. "And we're hardly 'in public'. No-one's looking."
"Is that," says Billy, suddenly feeling bold and wicked, "a challenge?"
A sudden flare of heat causes Dom to sit up and smile slowly at Billy. "Could be," he says.
"Let's see how good an actor you truly are."
"What have you got in mind?" Dom snakes a hand around Billy's waist under his jacket and tugs at Billy's shirt where it's already coming untucked. Now he can sneak a couple of fingertips under the shirt and touch skin, and the forbidden excitement of it sends a jolt of electricity through Dom's body.
Billy hums at Dom's touch, the long fingers reaching across his back in a lovely way that Billy hasn't felt for at least twelve hours and shan't properly for another two at least. Tanya Taylor wanders by and of course has to congratulate them both. She's nice, and living embodiment of the fact that Billy's gaydar was entirely wrong about Richard, which always gives him an internal giggle. The table is too large and they are too far back in the corner to do anything but wave and congratulate her back. Billy tells Dom, "Smile at the lady," as he slides his hand across Dom's thigh and cups Dom's balls.
All Dom can do is give a sort of squeak and grin through gritted teeth. "You're a fucking sadist, Boyd," he hisses when there's no-one else in earshot, then puts his mouth to Billy's ear and assumes his best sex voice. "Just how I like it."
"If you can't do better than that..." Billy says with a mock sneer, "I'll stop." He pushes his hand further back to the spot between Dom's balls and his arse, the place he knows drives Dom mad. "I'll keep on if you can hide it, if you can pretend nothing's happening."
Dom sucks in his breath and takes a swig of beer. He's surprised and excited by Billy's boldness. "We might get arrested."
That makes Billy laugh right out loud, and squeeze Dom, just a little. "I don't think so, ya idjit. The worst they could do is look sternly at us, and perhaps have Fran give us a talking-to. We're in the biggest series of films ever made, they aren't going to arrest us for a bit of public wankery."
"I -- fuck -- I don't buy that for a second..." Dom lets his breath out slowly and starts to tear the label off his beer bottle as Billy's hand gently massages his crotch.
"Then you'll just have to make sure no one notices," Billy says, and grins at Dom's twitching fingers and tapping foot. Billy's never been much of one for exhibitionism, but Dom makes him want to show off, not least because Dom loves this, his cock filling fast against Billy's hand.
It's incredibly exciting, Dom can't deny that as his cock starts to strain against his trousers. He sucks his breath through his teeth and takes another swig of beer then taps his thumb ring against the glass, trying to start an innocuous conversation. "So. Serena. Would you?"
Billy considers the question as he rubs along Dom's trouser flies, rubs Dom's cock beneath, drinks in Dom's nearly silent moans. "Might do," he decides, "not likely, but I can't say never. For one thing," he grins at Dom, "I suspect he likes to be on top."
The label rips off and Dom scrunches it up. "You've been known to bottom once in a while," he says, drumming his fingers on the table. He vaguely wonders what they look like to passers-by.
With a shrug, Billy says, "Yeah, it's not exactly my thing though. I like this better." He wraps his fingers round Dom's cock and squeezes, from gentle to firm to really fucking tight. Watching Dom's face as he tries not to react is fantastic, though Billy'd rather drape Dom over the table and fuck him right there.
"Nnngh," Dom groans softly. From across the room, Elijah catches his eye and waves his bottle at Dom, with a questioning expression. Dom holds his own bottle up and nods enthusiastically. He's grateful for the distraction, and the prospect of a cooling drink -- until it dawns on him that it means Elijah will be coming over to the table. "Shit."
Before Billy or Dom can react, it's not just Elijah, but also Andy and Sean Astin, and an armful of bottles, and they're piling into the seats round the table. Everyone wants to take pictures of The Hobbits And Their Beer. Dom takes the cue and moves his arm behind Billy's shoulders, and Sean from the other side, so Billy can raise his bottle as well. But Billy's other hand doesn't let go of Dom's cock, pressing at Dom's self-control.
If Dom was having difficulty before, now things are close to explosive. He feels his face flaming red as cameras are aimed at the group, and all the time Billy's hand is squeezing, rubbing, squeezing. It's too much. He leans over and whispers, "Please, Bill. Please. Stop."
There's not much Billy loves more than Dom begging, it's so unlike his public cheekiness. But he'd rather tease and extract more begging than push past Dom's limits, at least not yet. So Billy drinks his beer, pulls faces for the camera, and moves his hand away from Dom's cock, knowing Dom will miss it soon enough.
Dom lets out a long, grateful sigh. Gradually, people drift away, but Dom's hard-on is still raging and there's no way he's going to sit here thinking about Billy touching him without suffering some sort of bleeding to the brain. "Billy, can I show you something?" he says, standing and tugging Billy's wrist.
"As long as it's not loud," Billy says, snagging a full beer and following Dom. The atrocious pop used as party music has been setting his teeth on edge all night.
"Oh no, it's very, very quiet," Dom says with a grin that he hopes is evil. He turns and makes a beeline out of the room and down a corridor, with Billy right behind him. Momentarily they come to the men's toilets, and Dom pushes the door open and peers inside. Empty. He goes in.
Billy follows Dom in and starts to laugh: they've mainly managed to keep the sex out of the loos, but apparently he's in for it tonight. At least these ones are clean.
It's a rather nice hotel, so each toilet cubicle is fully enclosed from floor to ceiling; no peeking underneath. Before anyone else can come in, Dom drags Billy into one and locks the door behind them. "Now I get my revenge," he murmurs, pushes Billy against the wall and snogs him fiercely.
Closing his eyes, Billy pulls Dom close and matches his kiss. After a night like this, Billy's ready to let go and be carried along by Dom's desire. He nudges his hip against Dom's cock and smiles at Dom's whole body response, quiet but intense.
There's no stopping Dom now his goal's in sight. He nuzzles and kisses Billy's neck while undoing the fly of Billy's trousers. Sliding to his knees, he frees Billy's cock and slips it in his mouth, sucking hard.
"Oh fuck, that's so good," Billy whispers. He's fairly sure no one has come in, but it's nearly impossible to notice anything unimportant like that. He reaches down to steady himself against Dom's shoulder and run his hand along Dom's head, feeling tender and explosive at the same time.
Normally at this point Dom would hum his appreciation of the situation, but he hears the door bang and someone come in. Instead, he sucks hard on Billy's fabulous cock and swallows around it, feeling Billy's fingers tighten in his hair.
The noise brings Billy back to reality, slightly sleazy reality (with extremely clean floors). But nothing can get through the things that Dom's doing to his cock, they're just too good. Billy sets his jaw and tries not to make any noise at all, though Dom's slurping seems obscenely loud and graphic and outrageously sexy.
There's nothing Dom loves more than being on his knees in front of Billy, with Billy's cock in his mouth. He withdraws slightly to swallow and take some deep breaths, before taking Billy in deep again. The sound of Billy's quick breaths above him, the feel and taste of Billy's cock, the fact that someone is just the other side of the door... It's all unbelievably exciting to Dom, and he struggles not to moan with happiness.
After nearly banging his head against the door, Billy leans forward a little and breathes one last big breath before he comes, hard and silently, completely melted into a mass of pleasure by Dom's mouth.
Somewhere the other side of the door the hand drier blasts into life as Dom sucks Billy through his orgasm. Dom swallows, his hands on Billy's shaking hips, then slowly lets Billy's cock slide out of his mouth. He stands as the whirring machine fades to silence and the door bangs, and tugs Billy into a hug. "Love you," Dom murmurs.
"God," says Billy, wrapping his arms round Dom and pulling him tight as the last echos pulse through his body, "You're a kinky bugger, and you've got a lovely mouth on you." He kisses Dom and hums, nearly purrs, as he slides a hand down between them, right down inside Dom's trousers, and around to cradle Dom's cock.
Now Dom really does groan, softly, muffled by Billy's shoulder. He clutches Billy's upper arms and rocks into Billy's hand. Someone else comes into the loos, closely followed by another person, and a familiar voice says, "God, I'm knackered. Can't wait to go home." It's Orlando.
Billy sniggers quietly into Dom's ear and squeezes his cock. Let Dom try to be silent now.
Dom bites down on Billy's shoulder to keep silent, and grips Billy's arms hard. He's vaguely aware of conversation going on, but his brain is rapidly turning to mush as Billy's hand tugs and squeezes. Suddenly it's all over, and Dom comes with a soft choking sound, hips jerking.
It hurts, a pure shock of pain as Dom's teeth nearly bite through Billy's jacket, and so Billy's the one making a noise. But it doesn't matter, Dom's coming apart in Billy's arms, and Dom's orgasm's shaking Billy as much as his own had. By the time Billy surfaces, there's a pause in the conversation in the loo, and Andy's wicked laugh rolls through the room, nearly drowning out Orlando's nervous chuckle. Billy takes a deep breath, and kisses Dom's hair.
Dom can't really think. All he's aware of is his own body, trembling in the afterglow, and Billy holding him. He clings to Billy for dear life, breathing hard and listening as first one, then the other of the people on the other side of the door leave. Dom's ears are ringing. Eventually he lets out a long, low groan of relief.
"Shhhh," Billy murmurs into Dom's ear, "might be others." He doesn't let go of Dom: he doesn't want to, not ever. It feels amazingly good to just stand here together.
Billy's hand is still in Dom's trousers, and it's rather comforting. Dom nuzzles Billy's neck, and then once he's got control over his muscles again, he lifts his head and kisses Billy on the mouth, long and slow.
Smiling into the kiss, Billy realises that he's ridiculously happy, though his trousers are down round his ankles, and his hand's covered with Dom's semen. "Love you," he whispers when they stop to breathe. He rubs his face against Dom's, and moves to kiss again.
"Mmm, loveyoutoo," Dom murmurs against Billy's mouth. He's high on risk and sex and Billy and being loved. "Gonna take you home and shag you senseless."
"Ugh," Billy says, much as the idea appeals, "I'm knackered, I don't think I'll be able."
Dom bends and pulls up Billy's trousers. "It'll be ages before we're home. I want a long, slow fuck." Dom does up Billy's flies and then reaches for toilet paper to clean them both off. "You underestimate yourself, Bill."
Billy leans against the door for support: his legs feel a bit wobbly after all that, and he just wants to sink into a bed and sleep. It's nice, though, that Dom's taking care of him. "You know how I get," he tells Dom, "after sex."
"Yeah, but," Dom does his own trousers up and grins at Billy. "In a couple of hours it won't be after sex, it'll be before sex." He kisses Billy on the mouth, then quickly unlocks the door and darts out, washing his hands and whistling.
There doesn't seem to be anyone in the room, so Billy flushes the toilet and follows Dom out, bemused. He feels like he's floating, still tingling from the orgasm, and he stops before he gets back into the main room. He leans in the alcove where there's one pay telephone left and watches Dom wade into the crowd, sparkling.
Dom feels invincible. He wanders up to the bar and finds himself standing beside Andy. The smooth young out-of-work actor they've employed as barman (how Dom feels smug at these moments) fetches Dom a beer, and Dom turns to Andy, beaming.
"What you looking so pleased with yourself about?" Andy asks.
"Oh, you know. Everything and nothing." Dom leans a nonchalant elbow on the bar.
"It is still sort of bonkers, isn't it?" Andy says, indicating the general party with a sweep of his drink. "And Orlando still can't piss when someone's standing beside him. Even though he's a fucking superstar these days."
Dom snorts with laughter. "I still can't get my head around that." He swigs his beer. "The bloody world famous part, I mean, not the shy willy part." He's still laughing when he spots Billy heading in their direction.
Someone with a slightly perverse sense of humour seems to have put on the Lord of the Rings soundtrack, and it's so much better than the dreadful pop stuff playing before that Billy feels like he's un-rumpling. He salutes Howard, who doesn't see him, and exchanges sniggers with Orlando about it as they make their way -- slowly because everyone is so excited -- towards Dom and Andy at the bar.
"Speak of the devil," Dom says as Orlando comes within earshot. "Still having the old trouble then?" Dom realises he's a bit drunk, although he doesn't think it's entirely due to alcohol.
"What old..." Orlando looks at Andy, who's wearing his best evil grin. "Oh. Ha ha. Bored with that one now." Dom and Andy both laugh rather more than this merits.
Elijah wanders up and says, "What's so funny?" at which everyone, including Orlando, laughs so hard they can't explain.
Finally, Billy manages, "You had to be there," and Elijah makes that little face, the oh-so-wronged face and steals Dom's beer, as the rest of them settle down to a little chuckle here and a little hiccup there.
There is, of course, another bottle of beer for Dom, and Billy, and Orlando. It feels perfect going down Billy's throat, soothing and somehow reminding Billy of Dom, and Dom's mouth round his cock, and Dom's tongue in his mouth, sadly impossible to be simultaneous. He catches Dom's eye and smiles at him, hoping Dom knows how happy he makes Billy.
That smile, aimed directly at him, makes Dom feel ten feet tall and like he's the only other person in the room. He beams back at Billy, only to be rudely interrupted by a nudge in the ribs from Elijah. "You guys wanna come back to my place after this?"
Billy knows for a fact that Elijah was fast asleep in the theatre during the showing. They'd all seem the film so often that it's stopped meaning much, and Viggo'd even slipped out and gone home. "Not for me, I'm too tired," Billy says, wondering if he hopes Dom will come home with him or go work off some of his excitement with Elijah.
"Yeah, me too," Dom says, affecting an exaggerated slump. He wonders if it's time to go yet.
Everyone looks at Dom in surprise, because he's almost as energetic as Elijah. Someone might have said something, but Fran and Peter are saying goodbye, and everyone has to hug them because it's over, nearly, and they're all slightly delirious with relief and amazement.
If Billy could manage to stay vertical, he'd want to stay til the end, hang on to the impossible magic of the whole experience. But it's truly over, the end, and he's too tired to make sense any more. Dom catches his eye and offers to leave with a tilt of his head. Billy nods gratefully.
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After the half-hour ride back to Dom's place, the alcohol, the lateness of the hour and the amount of energy Dom has used up all take their toll, and he crashes beside Billy after a quick shower. The radio jolts him awake with Christmas music; after a few moments he remembers that they don't have to get up early today, and slaps it off again before turning over to curl around Billy happily.
It's not a dream Billy has when he wakes up, more a feeling of immense content, pleasure at winter sun slanting through the windows and Dom's dear weight pinning his side. He doesn't move or say anything for a moment, just breathes and enjoys.
Of course, that can't last forever. Billy's shoulder is numb, Dom's pressing down against his shin, and the moment he realises that he has to piss, the topic becomes rather urgent. He slides out from under Dom and walks to the toilet, stretching a little as he goes. It reminds him of last night, with Dom in the loo, and he grins at the madness of it.
The bed is too big without Billy in it, and it wakes Dom up to be suddenly bereft. He stretches and grins, throwing off the sheets and taking his morning erection in hand. Nothing like starting the day as you mean to go on.
"Now that's a pretty picture," Billy says, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom. Dom looks fantastic, fit and relaxed, erotic as anything.
"Glad you approve," Dom says, allowing his eyes to rake slowly over Billy's naked body. "You don't look so bad yourself."
"Mmm," Billy's got plans, or really shards of plans: images and ideas. "Flaunt yourself like that, someone might want to grab you and do things to you."
"Luckily there's no-one around, then, except you," Dom says, his voice a little husky. He watches Billy's cock starting to perk up. "I'd hate to think of anyone else grabbing and doing me."
"But you like it when someone might be watching," Billy points out, drawn towards the bed. Dom turns him on like a lightswitch, "You like to show yourself off, like last night."
"I'm not sure that counts as showing off," Dom grins. The bed dips as Billy kneels on it and Dom slides his palm up Billy's thigh. "I did enjoy the danger of it, though. A real turn-on." He stares pointedly at Billy's erection.
"You would, if I did you against a window in one of those tall hotels," Billy says. They've always been careful when it was New Line paying, but that's nearly over, and this is one fantasy Billy has every intention of playing out. He starts with Dom's feet, using his fingernails and tongue, not in any hurry, finally.
Dom hums as Billy works on his feet. He lazily strokes his cock, glad he took that shower before he went to bed so he knows his feet are clean, his toes thoroughly suckable. As Billy's fingernails hit a particularly sensitive spot, Dom yelps and jerks his foot away, making Billy chuckle. "Fucking tease," Dom grins.
"Am not," Billy says, "not in the long run." He pulls Dom's other foot towards him and pops the big toe in his mouth. He may have a bit of a fetish for toes, or maybe it's just Dom's toes, or bits of Dom in his mouth.
"You are a tease if you're sucking my toes with no indication when I'm going to get fucked," Dom says, raising an eyebrow. "Not that I'm not enjoying the toe-sucking."
Billy gives a few last kisses to Dom's toes, and moves up to Dom's ankles, careful not to tickle. The urgency of last night was fun, but Billy's going to take his time now. "When I'm ready," he answers, "and not before."
"Ah, I see. That's how it is," Dom says with a smile. He enjoys Billy's possessiveness. Most of the time, anyway. Right now, he wants Billy's mouth elsewhere and so pulls his feet away and twists-rolls down the bed until his face is by Billy's. "Kiss me here," he says, pointing to his mouth.
Bemused, Billy does. Dom's mouth is hungry as always, blatantly sexual. Billy loves it, slides his tongue into Dom's mouth, invites Dom's tongue into his. He pulls Dom closer, his hand moving to the dip in Dom's back, just above his arse. Which reminds him of wetsuits, and he says, "Going to fuck you on the beach after surfing, just pull down the zip and peel the suit down and bend you over behind a sand dune." He probably won't, but Dom'll love the idea.
"Just as long as you're careful not to get sand in my crevices," Dom says, kissing Billy again. He fucking loves kissing Billy, could do it all day.
"That's not what I want to put into your crevices," Billy eventually answers, meaning it, but also knowing a setup line when he hears one. Just kissing Dom is lovely but he wants more, more of Dom's skin on his, more of Dom's body, Dom's arse around his cock. "Wanna put my mouth there," Billy says, moving down to Dom's neck, sucking at the skin a bit.
"Sounds like a plan," Dom hums in agreement then sighs as Billy sucks at his neck. "Not too hard, we've got a press junket this afternoon," he says, but not terribly seriously.
Moving down Dom's chest, Billy sighs. "Oh right, one of those ones where we stay in the room and the press people walk round to each. I always feel like an Amsterdam whore in those." He leaves a little string of mouth marks on his way to Dom's nipple.
Every time Billy moves, Dom's cock brushes against Billy's body in a very pleasing way. "Have I ever told you," Dom says, weaving his fingers in Billy's hair, "How good you are at sex?"
"You can tell me again," Billy says, laying his head on Dom's chest.
"All right then," Dom laughs. "You're a sex god, Billy Boyd. You've got an outstanding mouth. Your cock is fantastic. Your hands do the most amazing things to me." Dom trails his fingers along Billy's stubbly jawline. "Oh, and while I'm at it, I love you quite a lot, too."
"You win the Mouth Stakes," Billy says, grinning back, "Blowjobs, good looks and voice, you can drive me mad with that voice of yours." He drops a kiss on Dom's sternum. "Even if I didn't love you, I'd be wanting your mouth."
"You've got it. Anytime." He tweaks Billy's ear. "Now, you said something about putting your mouth on my crevices?"
"Convexes first," Billy moves straight to Dom's nipple, swirls his tongue around it and sucks it into his mouth, pleased at the way Dom's breath catches.
"Oh god," Dom groans softly, rubbing his cock against Billy's skin. "Please, more."
Billy angles his hip so Dom's cock rubs in the place where his thigh bends. "Slow," he says to Dom, "slow and easy." Billy's other is clamping Dom by the armpit, holding him too hard to tickle, pinning him on the bed.
Dom needs this, needs Billy's control, his gentle but firm insistence on keeping the pace slow. "Need you Bill," he murmurs, taking slow, deep breaths. "Want you so fucking much."
"You have me," Billy says, "I'm yours." He moves his mouth from Dom's nipple to his armpit, the skin and hair there tasting just a little sour-salty. Billy loves all of Dom's crevices and he's going to show it this morning.
"That wasn't exactly one of the crevices I had in mind," Dom says with a gasping laugh.
Biting gently around Dom's tense muscle, Billy says, "You're mine, all of you." Having it off in the loo last night made him remember how many parts of Dom he never properly attends to.
"You might have to tie me up soon," Dom murmurs. "Wanna feel you inside me."
"Just take it, let me, Dom, you know I'll get there in the end."
It's unbearably hard but almost unbearably good to let Billy slowly make love to Dom with his mouth. "You'll be the death of me. Death by sex. Fuuuuck."
Smiling, Billy closes his eyes to enjoy the feel of Dom's body, the taste of his skin, the sounds he's making. Dom's hands are tight on Billy's arm and shoulder, and their regular clenching delights Billy. It's easy to shred Dom's control with cuffs and rope, but doing it like this, just touching and kissing, is an accomplishment.
"How do you do it?" Dom mutters. "Fucking self control." He breathes in and out slowly, trying to be more zen about it all.
"i'm greedy," Billy says, "I go slow because I get more of you that way." The inside of Dom's elbow is tender and smooth and Dom makes wonderful noises when Billy licks it. Dom's hand, big and capable, is too delicious to hurry past. Dom's chest, not ticklish once he's this aroused, is infinitely fascinating, the way the muscles lie over ribs and gut. And all the time, Dom's touching Billy, stroking his hair, his cheek, his back, leaning down to kiss once or twice.
At last, Billy rolls Dom on to his stomach and kisses between his shoulder blades and down his spine. By this time, Dom's totally blissed-out, not wanting to move in case it breaks the spell. He's relaxed and boneless, wide awake but almost unable to move. He rumbles his approval.
It's even better than Billy had hoped: Dom melting under his hands and mouth, languid and inviting and so beautifully sexy it takes Billy's breath away. With one hand, Billy reaches into Dom's bedside table and pulls out lube and a condom, because he's more than ready for Dom's arse.
"Gonna fuck me now, Bill?" Dom asks. He spreads his legs as far apart as he can, and inhales and exhales slowly and deeply, trying to hold on to the way his body is feeling.
"Oh yes," Billy says, one hand on the small of Dom's back to keep him steady, "really slow so you can taste all of it." He moves between Dom's legs and puts the condom on and rubs his cock against the insides of Dom's thighs.
"Nnnghyeah," Dom mumbles, not sure whether it's because of Billy's words, or what he's doing right now. He blindly reaches back with his arm, needing to touch Billy.
With a happy sigh, Billy pushes his cock up between Dom's arse cheeks. He reaches for Dom's hand that's looking like a lost little creature and holds it, a connection to the rest of Dom. There's a slow beat of a Maori pokarekare humming in Billy's head, and his body's taken by the rhythm as he smooths the lube along his cock and presses a finger up Dom's arse.
Dom grunts and clutches Billy's hand as the finger pushes into him and almost immediately finds his prostate. "Oh god." He presses his face into the bed and groans a long groan of pleasure and need.
Humming the tune, Billy rocks back and forth, pushes in and out, leans on Dom's hand pressed against his body. "Are ya ready, Dom?" he says after a minute or two.
"Yeah, do it, fuck me Bill." And there it is, the familiar feeling, the wonderful stretch-burn as the head of Billy's cock presses against Dom's hole.
"Aaaaa, yeah," Billy breathes as he pushes and rocks slowly in, "so fucking good." Dom's arse is hot and tight and eager, pressing back towards Billy, and they both moan with every push.
When Dom feels Billy's hips pressing against his arse, Billy stills. "C'm'ere," Dom murmurs, tugging on Billy's arm, wanting him close.
Billy was leaning on that arm, so when Dom pulls, he collapses a bit, grunting as the wind's knocked from his body. Leaning gratefully against Dom's back, Billy adjusts his cock to its new position, feels Dom's moan through his whole body, closes his eyes and sighs with deep content.
It's good having Billy's weight on him. Every time Billy rocks his hips, Dom's cock is pressed gently into the mattress, making him sigh. "Mmm, this is nice," he says, weaving his fingers through Billy's and settling their hands comfortably by their shoulders.
It's almost Zen or tantric sex or something, this slow lazy time. Billy finds himself humming every time he pushes in, not a tune, just a little noise, wishing he could see Dom's eyes, and kiss his mouth. "This is good," he murmurs, disentangling his hand and touching Dom's face, almost as good as seeing.
"Yeah, love it," Dom says, swiping at Billy's fingers with his tongue. "Keep it up for long enough that I'm going to feel you all afternoon, through all our interviews."
Laughing, Billy kisses the back of Dom's neck and his fingers follow Dom's tongue right into his mouth. "Me too," he admits, hoping he's brought his old soft jeans, "Don't care."
Dom sucks on Billy's fingers for a while, twining his tongue around them. "Wish i could see what we look like. The way your arse flexes when you push into me. Nnnnghyeah," Dom groans. "Love watching you fuck."
"It's your house," Billy points out, when he has his breath back, because Dom just does that to him, scrambles his mind with the pleasure of it, "you could put in mirrors on the walls." He flexes his arse, fetchingly he hopes. "Or on the ceiling."
"Or I could just remember to video us next time... oh god, right there." He lets out a drawn-out moan as Billy pushes firmly into him and Dom's cock is pressed hard against the mattress. "You're the best fuck I ever had."
It's impossibly tempting to move faster, and Billy finally succumbs, cocking his hips and then thrusting into Dom's arse. "You say that so often, I might begin to believe you," he murmurs. Dom chuckles under him and that makes Billy laugh and thrust just a bit harder. He keeps it up for a bit and then -- since Dom's not begging for an orgasm for a change -- slows down to a sliding rhythm, half-meditating on nothing in particular.
Dom's got no idea how long they've been doing this for. His body and brain have become entirely separated from each other and from the world around him; the only real thing that seems to exist is Billy, his weight on Dom's back and the gentle, rhythmic thrusting of his cock in Dom's arse. "Love you so much," he finds himself saying.
Billy smiles, "Love you too, it's been," he struggles to find the right words, "you're beautiful, and I love fucking you, everything, you." If he was being honest, he'd beg Dom to come home, but he refuses to think about that right at this moment. He does start thrusting harder, feeling a need to posses Dom, to bring him to orgasm, whatever it takes.
"Yeah, getting close, fuck me, Bill," Dom mutters, swallowing the lump that rises in his throat at Billy's heartfelt words.
"Mmmm yeah," Billy says. If Dom can really come from just being fucked, then Billy's game He braces his knees, sets his hands on Dom's sides, and starts pushing in just a bit harder, pulling out just a bit further, feeling his heart beat faster as he sets the pace.
Billy's warm weight is no longer on Dom's back pinning him down. Dom misses it for a moment, and then Billy starts to speed up his thrusts, rhythmically rubbing Dom's cock against the mattress. Dom's had his long, slow fuck; now he can taste his orgasm, and wants it. "Harder, faster," he mutters, aroused even more by Billy's soft panting gasps.
Squeezing Dom's sides a little, Billy pushes harder and harder. Dom's here, and Dom's his and he's going to make Dom come, just by fucking him. Billy changes his angle, cocks his hips a little and pulls out to rub against Dom's prostate when he thrusts in again.
Dom jerks and cries out as soon as Billy's cock hits his prostate. His hands scrabble at the sheets, and then he's coming, groaning Billy's name and rubbing against the bed.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Billy chants, kissing Dom's shoulders, his neck, whatever's in reach. When Dom's reduced to quiet on the bed, Billy finally fucks for himself, changing positions until he finds just the right one for himself, thrusting faster now, shivering with the pleasure of it, breathing, "Dom," as he comes.
Dom loves it, loves knowing Billy's taking pleasure from his body. Feeling him thrust, hearing him gasp and pant, and finally the sound of Dom's name breathed against the back of Dom's neck. Then, warm weight again as Billy collapses, groaning on Dom. Dom gropes back for one of Billy's hands, finds it and holds it to his lips, not wanting to let go of the moment.
Billy smiles into the warm dark behind his eyelids, smiles into Dom's warm sweaty back, smiles as he feels Dom's lips and squeezes Dom's hand. "We fit," he says, content.
"Yeah," Dom agrees, and kisses Billy's fingers. He shifts, suddenly very aware that Billy's been fucking him for... he doesn't know how long, but a bloody long time. "Fuck, I really am going to feel you all day."
Reluctantly sliding out and off, Billy hums sympathetically. "Want some ice?" he asks, "paracetamol?"
Dom groans as Billy moves off him. "Cuddle first," he says, rolling on to his side and waving his arm in the air hopefully. "Then a bath, and a large breakfast."
With a snort, Billy captures Dom's arm under his own and moves forward to hug him, trying not to make a terrible face as his leg hits the rather large wet spot on the bed. "Now, in a hotel, you could just ring room service," Billy says, wishing they could just stay in bed.
"Yeah, but in a hotel I couldn't get Boyd's Speciality Porridge, could I?" Dom kisses Billy on the nose and grins.
Billy can't help but grin back, and says, "I notice you've volunteered me for cooking. You'll have to wait a bit, I'm going to have a wee kip before I do anything else." Dom may be sore but he's smiling and Billy's eyes are closing and he settles down leaning against Dom's shoulder with a happy sigh.
Authors: unstealthy and msilverstar
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Warning: slight exhibitionism, schmoop
Feedback and concrit: yes, please! Email if you're shy.
Disclaimer: This is entirely untrue, it's fiction, we made it all up.
Summary: December, 2003, after the Return of the King premiere in Los Angeles, a little public teasing at the afterparty. It's not like they're going to get arrested, though they might shock Orlando. Then the morning after, slow and easy.
Notes: This is part of the push_pull_push universe, but can be read as a standalone. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
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They've done their bit for the films through evening once again; worked the room, networked, done interviews, partaken of yet more free booze. Dom really can't believe that he'd actually rather stay in with a cup of tea and footy on the telly than drink yet more free booze, but this is what my life has come to. At one point he catches sight of Billy surrounded by three -- count them, three -- women, all of whom he's got giggling like schoolgirls. Billy must be knackered; Dom certainly is. But Billy's still got charm to spare, and Dom loves him for it. Right there he decides Billy's getting a top-notch blow job later.
Finally it's winding down, at least the schmoozing part of the evening is. Dom and Billy ensconce themselves at a table in a darker corner of the room, ties loosened, and are joined by Orlando, and then for a while Sir Ian, who flirts outrageously and hilariously with Orlando before darting off again. Dom at last feels he can relax. He and Billy are sitting close, touching from shoulder to knee, and Dom's hand is on Billy's leg under the table. Dom's switched from champagne to beer, a decision he knows will cost him dear in the morning, but right now he doesn't care.
Elijah slides into another seat at the table. "Hey, what's up?"
"Orli just got propositioned by Serena," Dom laughs.
"Damn, he's good. I nearly took him up on his offer," Orlando grins. Dom likes this Orlando; no longer the movie star that he is on the red carpet, but his mate from way back. If four years can be called way back. It feels like a lifetime.
Billy toasts to that, they all do. Ian's been a brick through filming and pickups and premieres, even if he does skip out on the interviews. But enough Ian, enough everyone else. Dom's looking gorgeous, completely edible, with his mussed-up hair and smudges of eyeshadow. If they were home, Dom'd be bent over the table, giving it up for Billy; or kneeling and using his wicked tongue... Billy smiles at Dom, a hard hungry smile, squeezes Dom's hand, wrenches his attention back to their friends, and says, "It's Orli's lucky night, Dom kisses him, Ian tries to pull him, you next, Elijah?"
Elijah, who's learned to take the piss in self-defence, turns to Orlando and puts on his best "Frodo beseeching" face. "Orlando Bloom, you are so cyu-u-ute! Can I have your autograph? Will someone take a picture of us? Oh golly gosh darn!"
"You're going to get a slap in a minute," Orlando says.
"He's a fully-trained pirate now, watch out," Dom says to Elijah. He weaves his fingers through Billy's and squeezes back.
"A pirate," Elijah sighs loudly, "how romantic!" But he's distracted by magnificent rack of one of the servers walking by, and trails off.
"No drooling," Billy tells him, "and no more shagging the waitresses, good staff are hard to find." Elijah laughs, but he doesn't blush any more. It's like they've never been apart, though this is the last of it, the last big hurrah, and Billy would rather never stopped. More films, every year, he thinks wistfully, and then smiles as Elijah starts describing that waitress in Wellington.
It's far to soon that a PR person comes to collect Orli and Elijah and drag them off for some photos. She smiles at Dom and Billy and said, "You lot got lucky, your interviewer is completely drunk and had to be taken home. Enjoy!"
"Thank god," Dom says. "I thought it was all over for tonight. Did you see Orli's face? He looked totally fucking miserable." He sighs and slumps in the seat, sliding sideways so his head is on Billy's shoulder. "Save me from the publicity machine, Bill."
"I'd save you," Billy says wryly, "if you weren't such a camera-magnet yourself." They've had this conversation before; all the film-industry glitz drives Billy mad, and he's happy away in Glasgow where he can walk the dog and no one bothers him. And he'd be happy anywhere that Dom's mouth on his neck, which seems to have occurred while Billy wasn't looking and feels fantastic, wouldn't be fodder for paparazzi. "Geroff," he says, pushing Dom up a bit, "not in public."
"Since when did you become a prude, Billy-boy?" Dom says, sitting up. "And we're hardly 'in public'. No-one's looking."
"Is that," says Billy, suddenly feeling bold and wicked, "a challenge?"
A sudden flare of heat causes Dom to sit up and smile slowly at Billy. "Could be," he says.
"Let's see how good an actor you truly are."
"What have you got in mind?" Dom snakes a hand around Billy's waist under his jacket and tugs at Billy's shirt where it's already coming untucked. Now he can sneak a couple of fingertips under the shirt and touch skin, and the forbidden excitement of it sends a jolt of electricity through Dom's body.
Billy hums at Dom's touch, the long fingers reaching across his back in a lovely way that Billy hasn't felt for at least twelve hours and shan't properly for another two at least. Tanya Taylor wanders by and of course has to congratulate them both. She's nice, and living embodiment of the fact that Billy's gaydar was entirely wrong about Richard, which always gives him an internal giggle. The table is too large and they are too far back in the corner to do anything but wave and congratulate her back. Billy tells Dom, "Smile at the lady," as he slides his hand across Dom's thigh and cups Dom's balls.
All Dom can do is give a sort of squeak and grin through gritted teeth. "You're a fucking sadist, Boyd," he hisses when there's no-one else in earshot, then puts his mouth to Billy's ear and assumes his best sex voice. "Just how I like it."
"If you can't do better than that..." Billy says with a mock sneer, "I'll stop." He pushes his hand further back to the spot between Dom's balls and his arse, the place he knows drives Dom mad. "I'll keep on if you can hide it, if you can pretend nothing's happening."
Dom sucks in his breath and takes a swig of beer. He's surprised and excited by Billy's boldness. "We might get arrested."
That makes Billy laugh right out loud, and squeeze Dom, just a little. "I don't think so, ya idjit. The worst they could do is look sternly at us, and perhaps have Fran give us a talking-to. We're in the biggest series of films ever made, they aren't going to arrest us for a bit of public wankery."
"I -- fuck -- I don't buy that for a second..." Dom lets his breath out slowly and starts to tear the label off his beer bottle as Billy's hand gently massages his crotch.
"Then you'll just have to make sure no one notices," Billy says, and grins at Dom's twitching fingers and tapping foot. Billy's never been much of one for exhibitionism, but Dom makes him want to show off, not least because Dom loves this, his cock filling fast against Billy's hand.
It's incredibly exciting, Dom can't deny that as his cock starts to strain against his trousers. He sucks his breath through his teeth and takes another swig of beer then taps his thumb ring against the glass, trying to start an innocuous conversation. "So. Serena. Would you?"
Billy considers the question as he rubs along Dom's trouser flies, rubs Dom's cock beneath, drinks in Dom's nearly silent moans. "Might do," he decides, "not likely, but I can't say never. For one thing," he grins at Dom, "I suspect he likes to be on top."
The label rips off and Dom scrunches it up. "You've been known to bottom once in a while," he says, drumming his fingers on the table. He vaguely wonders what they look like to passers-by.
With a shrug, Billy says, "Yeah, it's not exactly my thing though. I like this better." He wraps his fingers round Dom's cock and squeezes, from gentle to firm to really fucking tight. Watching Dom's face as he tries not to react is fantastic, though Billy'd rather drape Dom over the table and fuck him right there.
"Nnngh," Dom groans softly. From across the room, Elijah catches his eye and waves his bottle at Dom, with a questioning expression. Dom holds his own bottle up and nods enthusiastically. He's grateful for the distraction, and the prospect of a cooling drink -- until it dawns on him that it means Elijah will be coming over to the table. "Shit."
Before Billy or Dom can react, it's not just Elijah, but also Andy and Sean Astin, and an armful of bottles, and they're piling into the seats round the table. Everyone wants to take pictures of The Hobbits And Their Beer. Dom takes the cue and moves his arm behind Billy's shoulders, and Sean from the other side, so Billy can raise his bottle as well. But Billy's other hand doesn't let go of Dom's cock, pressing at Dom's self-control.
If Dom was having difficulty before, now things are close to explosive. He feels his face flaming red as cameras are aimed at the group, and all the time Billy's hand is squeezing, rubbing, squeezing. It's too much. He leans over and whispers, "Please, Bill. Please. Stop."
There's not much Billy loves more than Dom begging, it's so unlike his public cheekiness. But he'd rather tease and extract more begging than push past Dom's limits, at least not yet. So Billy drinks his beer, pulls faces for the camera, and moves his hand away from Dom's cock, knowing Dom will miss it soon enough.
Dom lets out a long, grateful sigh. Gradually, people drift away, but Dom's hard-on is still raging and there's no way he's going to sit here thinking about Billy touching him without suffering some sort of bleeding to the brain. "Billy, can I show you something?" he says, standing and tugging Billy's wrist.
"As long as it's not loud," Billy says, snagging a full beer and following Dom. The atrocious pop used as party music has been setting his teeth on edge all night.
"Oh no, it's very, very quiet," Dom says with a grin that he hopes is evil. He turns and makes a beeline out of the room and down a corridor, with Billy right behind him. Momentarily they come to the men's toilets, and Dom pushes the door open and peers inside. Empty. He goes in.
Billy follows Dom in and starts to laugh: they've mainly managed to keep the sex out of the loos, but apparently he's in for it tonight. At least these ones are clean.
It's a rather nice hotel, so each toilet cubicle is fully enclosed from floor to ceiling; no peeking underneath. Before anyone else can come in, Dom drags Billy into one and locks the door behind them. "Now I get my revenge," he murmurs, pushes Billy against the wall and snogs him fiercely.
Closing his eyes, Billy pulls Dom close and matches his kiss. After a night like this, Billy's ready to let go and be carried along by Dom's desire. He nudges his hip against Dom's cock and smiles at Dom's whole body response, quiet but intense.
There's no stopping Dom now his goal's in sight. He nuzzles and kisses Billy's neck while undoing the fly of Billy's trousers. Sliding to his knees, he frees Billy's cock and slips it in his mouth, sucking hard.
"Oh fuck, that's so good," Billy whispers. He's fairly sure no one has come in, but it's nearly impossible to notice anything unimportant like that. He reaches down to steady himself against Dom's shoulder and run his hand along Dom's head, feeling tender and explosive at the same time.
Normally at this point Dom would hum his appreciation of the situation, but he hears the door bang and someone come in. Instead, he sucks hard on Billy's fabulous cock and swallows around it, feeling Billy's fingers tighten in his hair.
The noise brings Billy back to reality, slightly sleazy reality (with extremely clean floors). But nothing can get through the things that Dom's doing to his cock, they're just too good. Billy sets his jaw and tries not to make any noise at all, though Dom's slurping seems obscenely loud and graphic and outrageously sexy.
There's nothing Dom loves more than being on his knees in front of Billy, with Billy's cock in his mouth. He withdraws slightly to swallow and take some deep breaths, before taking Billy in deep again. The sound of Billy's quick breaths above him, the feel and taste of Billy's cock, the fact that someone is just the other side of the door... It's all unbelievably exciting to Dom, and he struggles not to moan with happiness.
After nearly banging his head against the door, Billy leans forward a little and breathes one last big breath before he comes, hard and silently, completely melted into a mass of pleasure by Dom's mouth.
Somewhere the other side of the door the hand drier blasts into life as Dom sucks Billy through his orgasm. Dom swallows, his hands on Billy's shaking hips, then slowly lets Billy's cock slide out of his mouth. He stands as the whirring machine fades to silence and the door bangs, and tugs Billy into a hug. "Love you," Dom murmurs.
"God," says Billy, wrapping his arms round Dom and pulling him tight as the last echos pulse through his body, "You're a kinky bugger, and you've got a lovely mouth on you." He kisses Dom and hums, nearly purrs, as he slides a hand down between them, right down inside Dom's trousers, and around to cradle Dom's cock.
Now Dom really does groan, softly, muffled by Billy's shoulder. He clutches Billy's upper arms and rocks into Billy's hand. Someone else comes into the loos, closely followed by another person, and a familiar voice says, "God, I'm knackered. Can't wait to go home." It's Orlando.
Billy sniggers quietly into Dom's ear and squeezes his cock. Let Dom try to be silent now.
Dom bites down on Billy's shoulder to keep silent, and grips Billy's arms hard. He's vaguely aware of conversation going on, but his brain is rapidly turning to mush as Billy's hand tugs and squeezes. Suddenly it's all over, and Dom comes with a soft choking sound, hips jerking.
It hurts, a pure shock of pain as Dom's teeth nearly bite through Billy's jacket, and so Billy's the one making a noise. But it doesn't matter, Dom's coming apart in Billy's arms, and Dom's orgasm's shaking Billy as much as his own had. By the time Billy surfaces, there's a pause in the conversation in the loo, and Andy's wicked laugh rolls through the room, nearly drowning out Orlando's nervous chuckle. Billy takes a deep breath, and kisses Dom's hair.
Dom can't really think. All he's aware of is his own body, trembling in the afterglow, and Billy holding him. He clings to Billy for dear life, breathing hard and listening as first one, then the other of the people on the other side of the door leave. Dom's ears are ringing. Eventually he lets out a long, low groan of relief.
"Shhhh," Billy murmurs into Dom's ear, "might be others." He doesn't let go of Dom: he doesn't want to, not ever. It feels amazingly good to just stand here together.
Billy's hand is still in Dom's trousers, and it's rather comforting. Dom nuzzles Billy's neck, and then once he's got control over his muscles again, he lifts his head and kisses Billy on the mouth, long and slow.
Smiling into the kiss, Billy realises that he's ridiculously happy, though his trousers are down round his ankles, and his hand's covered with Dom's semen. "Love you," he whispers when they stop to breathe. He rubs his face against Dom's, and moves to kiss again.
"Mmm, loveyoutoo," Dom murmurs against Billy's mouth. He's high on risk and sex and Billy and being loved. "Gonna take you home and shag you senseless."
"Ugh," Billy says, much as the idea appeals, "I'm knackered, I don't think I'll be able."
Dom bends and pulls up Billy's trousers. "It'll be ages before we're home. I want a long, slow fuck." Dom does up Billy's flies and then reaches for toilet paper to clean them both off. "You underestimate yourself, Bill."
Billy leans against the door for support: his legs feel a bit wobbly after all that, and he just wants to sink into a bed and sleep. It's nice, though, that Dom's taking care of him. "You know how I get," he tells Dom, "after sex."
"Yeah, but," Dom does his own trousers up and grins at Billy. "In a couple of hours it won't be after sex, it'll be before sex." He kisses Billy on the mouth, then quickly unlocks the door and darts out, washing his hands and whistling.
There doesn't seem to be anyone in the room, so Billy flushes the toilet and follows Dom out, bemused. He feels like he's floating, still tingling from the orgasm, and he stops before he gets back into the main room. He leans in the alcove where there's one pay telephone left and watches Dom wade into the crowd, sparkling.
Dom feels invincible. He wanders up to the bar and finds himself standing beside Andy. The smooth young out-of-work actor they've employed as barman (how Dom feels smug at these moments) fetches Dom a beer, and Dom turns to Andy, beaming.
"What you looking so pleased with yourself about?" Andy asks.
"Oh, you know. Everything and nothing." Dom leans a nonchalant elbow on the bar.
"It is still sort of bonkers, isn't it?" Andy says, indicating the general party with a sweep of his drink. "And Orlando still can't piss when someone's standing beside him. Even though he's a fucking superstar these days."
Dom snorts with laughter. "I still can't get my head around that." He swigs his beer. "The bloody world famous part, I mean, not the shy willy part." He's still laughing when he spots Billy heading in their direction.
Someone with a slightly perverse sense of humour seems to have put on the Lord of the Rings soundtrack, and it's so much better than the dreadful pop stuff playing before that Billy feels like he's un-rumpling. He salutes Howard, who doesn't see him, and exchanges sniggers with Orlando about it as they make their way -- slowly because everyone is so excited -- towards Dom and Andy at the bar.
"Speak of the devil," Dom says as Orlando comes within earshot. "Still having the old trouble then?" Dom realises he's a bit drunk, although he doesn't think it's entirely due to alcohol.
"What old..." Orlando looks at Andy, who's wearing his best evil grin. "Oh. Ha ha. Bored with that one now." Dom and Andy both laugh rather more than this merits.
Elijah wanders up and says, "What's so funny?" at which everyone, including Orlando, laughs so hard they can't explain.
Finally, Billy manages, "You had to be there," and Elijah makes that little face, the oh-so-wronged face and steals Dom's beer, as the rest of them settle down to a little chuckle here and a little hiccup there.
There is, of course, another bottle of beer for Dom, and Billy, and Orlando. It feels perfect going down Billy's throat, soothing and somehow reminding Billy of Dom, and Dom's mouth round his cock, and Dom's tongue in his mouth, sadly impossible to be simultaneous. He catches Dom's eye and smiles at him, hoping Dom knows how happy he makes Billy.
That smile, aimed directly at him, makes Dom feel ten feet tall and like he's the only other person in the room. He beams back at Billy, only to be rudely interrupted by a nudge in the ribs from Elijah. "You guys wanna come back to my place after this?"
Billy knows for a fact that Elijah was fast asleep in the theatre during the showing. They'd all seem the film so often that it's stopped meaning much, and Viggo'd even slipped out and gone home. "Not for me, I'm too tired," Billy says, wondering if he hopes Dom will come home with him or go work off some of his excitement with Elijah.
"Yeah, me too," Dom says, affecting an exaggerated slump. He wonders if it's time to go yet.
Everyone looks at Dom in surprise, because he's almost as energetic as Elijah. Someone might have said something, but Fran and Peter are saying goodbye, and everyone has to hug them because it's over, nearly, and they're all slightly delirious with relief and amazement.
If Billy could manage to stay vertical, he'd want to stay til the end, hang on to the impossible magic of the whole experience. But it's truly over, the end, and he's too tired to make sense any more. Dom catches his eye and offers to leave with a tilt of his head. Billy nods gratefully.
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After the half-hour ride back to Dom's place, the alcohol, the lateness of the hour and the amount of energy Dom has used up all take their toll, and he crashes beside Billy after a quick shower. The radio jolts him awake with Christmas music; after a few moments he remembers that they don't have to get up early today, and slaps it off again before turning over to curl around Billy happily.
It's not a dream Billy has when he wakes up, more a feeling of immense content, pleasure at winter sun slanting through the windows and Dom's dear weight pinning his side. He doesn't move or say anything for a moment, just breathes and enjoys.
Of course, that can't last forever. Billy's shoulder is numb, Dom's pressing down against his shin, and the moment he realises that he has to piss, the topic becomes rather urgent. He slides out from under Dom and walks to the toilet, stretching a little as he goes. It reminds him of last night, with Dom in the loo, and he grins at the madness of it.
The bed is too big without Billy in it, and it wakes Dom up to be suddenly bereft. He stretches and grins, throwing off the sheets and taking his morning erection in hand. Nothing like starting the day as you mean to go on.
"Now that's a pretty picture," Billy says, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom. Dom looks fantastic, fit and relaxed, erotic as anything.
"Glad you approve," Dom says, allowing his eyes to rake slowly over Billy's naked body. "You don't look so bad yourself."
"Mmm," Billy's got plans, or really shards of plans: images and ideas. "Flaunt yourself like that, someone might want to grab you and do things to you."
"Luckily there's no-one around, then, except you," Dom says, his voice a little husky. He watches Billy's cock starting to perk up. "I'd hate to think of anyone else grabbing and doing me."
"But you like it when someone might be watching," Billy points out, drawn towards the bed. Dom turns him on like a lightswitch, "You like to show yourself off, like last night."
"I'm not sure that counts as showing off," Dom grins. The bed dips as Billy kneels on it and Dom slides his palm up Billy's thigh. "I did enjoy the danger of it, though. A real turn-on." He stares pointedly at Billy's erection.
"You would, if I did you against a window in one of those tall hotels," Billy says. They've always been careful when it was New Line paying, but that's nearly over, and this is one fantasy Billy has every intention of playing out. He starts with Dom's feet, using his fingernails and tongue, not in any hurry, finally.
Dom hums as Billy works on his feet. He lazily strokes his cock, glad he took that shower before he went to bed so he knows his feet are clean, his toes thoroughly suckable. As Billy's fingernails hit a particularly sensitive spot, Dom yelps and jerks his foot away, making Billy chuckle. "Fucking tease," Dom grins.
"Am not," Billy says, "not in the long run." He pulls Dom's other foot towards him and pops the big toe in his mouth. He may have a bit of a fetish for toes, or maybe it's just Dom's toes, or bits of Dom in his mouth.
"You are a tease if you're sucking my toes with no indication when I'm going to get fucked," Dom says, raising an eyebrow. "Not that I'm not enjoying the toe-sucking."
Billy gives a few last kisses to Dom's toes, and moves up to Dom's ankles, careful not to tickle. The urgency of last night was fun, but Billy's going to take his time now. "When I'm ready," he answers, "and not before."
"Ah, I see. That's how it is," Dom says with a smile. He enjoys Billy's possessiveness. Most of the time, anyway. Right now, he wants Billy's mouth elsewhere and so pulls his feet away and twists-rolls down the bed until his face is by Billy's. "Kiss me here," he says, pointing to his mouth.
Bemused, Billy does. Dom's mouth is hungry as always, blatantly sexual. Billy loves it, slides his tongue into Dom's mouth, invites Dom's tongue into his. He pulls Dom closer, his hand moving to the dip in Dom's back, just above his arse. Which reminds him of wetsuits, and he says, "Going to fuck you on the beach after surfing, just pull down the zip and peel the suit down and bend you over behind a sand dune." He probably won't, but Dom'll love the idea.
"Just as long as you're careful not to get sand in my crevices," Dom says, kissing Billy again. He fucking loves kissing Billy, could do it all day.
"That's not what I want to put into your crevices," Billy eventually answers, meaning it, but also knowing a setup line when he hears one. Just kissing Dom is lovely but he wants more, more of Dom's skin on his, more of Dom's body, Dom's arse around his cock. "Wanna put my mouth there," Billy says, moving down to Dom's neck, sucking at the skin a bit.
"Sounds like a plan," Dom hums in agreement then sighs as Billy sucks at his neck. "Not too hard, we've got a press junket this afternoon," he says, but not terribly seriously.
Moving down Dom's chest, Billy sighs. "Oh right, one of those ones where we stay in the room and the press people walk round to each. I always feel like an Amsterdam whore in those." He leaves a little string of mouth marks on his way to Dom's nipple.
Every time Billy moves, Dom's cock brushes against Billy's body in a very pleasing way. "Have I ever told you," Dom says, weaving his fingers in Billy's hair, "How good you are at sex?"
"You can tell me again," Billy says, laying his head on Dom's chest.
"All right then," Dom laughs. "You're a sex god, Billy Boyd. You've got an outstanding mouth. Your cock is fantastic. Your hands do the most amazing things to me." Dom trails his fingers along Billy's stubbly jawline. "Oh, and while I'm at it, I love you quite a lot, too."
"You win the Mouth Stakes," Billy says, grinning back, "Blowjobs, good looks and voice, you can drive me mad with that voice of yours." He drops a kiss on Dom's sternum. "Even if I didn't love you, I'd be wanting your mouth."
"You've got it. Anytime." He tweaks Billy's ear. "Now, you said something about putting your mouth on my crevices?"
"Convexes first," Billy moves straight to Dom's nipple, swirls his tongue around it and sucks it into his mouth, pleased at the way Dom's breath catches.
"Oh god," Dom groans softly, rubbing his cock against Billy's skin. "Please, more."
Billy angles his hip so Dom's cock rubs in the place where his thigh bends. "Slow," he says to Dom, "slow and easy." Billy's other is clamping Dom by the armpit, holding him too hard to tickle, pinning him on the bed.
Dom needs this, needs Billy's control, his gentle but firm insistence on keeping the pace slow. "Need you Bill," he murmurs, taking slow, deep breaths. "Want you so fucking much."
"You have me," Billy says, "I'm yours." He moves his mouth from Dom's nipple to his armpit, the skin and hair there tasting just a little sour-salty. Billy loves all of Dom's crevices and he's going to show it this morning.
"That wasn't exactly one of the crevices I had in mind," Dom says with a gasping laugh.
Biting gently around Dom's tense muscle, Billy says, "You're mine, all of you." Having it off in the loo last night made him remember how many parts of Dom he never properly attends to.
"You might have to tie me up soon," Dom murmurs. "Wanna feel you inside me."
"Just take it, let me, Dom, you know I'll get there in the end."
It's unbearably hard but almost unbearably good to let Billy slowly make love to Dom with his mouth. "You'll be the death of me. Death by sex. Fuuuuck."
Smiling, Billy closes his eyes to enjoy the feel of Dom's body, the taste of his skin, the sounds he's making. Dom's hands are tight on Billy's arm and shoulder, and their regular clenching delights Billy. It's easy to shred Dom's control with cuffs and rope, but doing it like this, just touching and kissing, is an accomplishment.
"How do you do it?" Dom mutters. "Fucking self control." He breathes in and out slowly, trying to be more zen about it all.
"i'm greedy," Billy says, "I go slow because I get more of you that way." The inside of Dom's elbow is tender and smooth and Dom makes wonderful noises when Billy licks it. Dom's hand, big and capable, is too delicious to hurry past. Dom's chest, not ticklish once he's this aroused, is infinitely fascinating, the way the muscles lie over ribs and gut. And all the time, Dom's touching Billy, stroking his hair, his cheek, his back, leaning down to kiss once or twice.
At last, Billy rolls Dom on to his stomach and kisses between his shoulder blades and down his spine. By this time, Dom's totally blissed-out, not wanting to move in case it breaks the spell. He's relaxed and boneless, wide awake but almost unable to move. He rumbles his approval.
It's even better than Billy had hoped: Dom melting under his hands and mouth, languid and inviting and so beautifully sexy it takes Billy's breath away. With one hand, Billy reaches into Dom's bedside table and pulls out lube and a condom, because he's more than ready for Dom's arse.
"Gonna fuck me now, Bill?" Dom asks. He spreads his legs as far apart as he can, and inhales and exhales slowly and deeply, trying to hold on to the way his body is feeling.
"Oh yes," Billy says, one hand on the small of Dom's back to keep him steady, "really slow so you can taste all of it." He moves between Dom's legs and puts the condom on and rubs his cock against the insides of Dom's thighs.
"Nnnghyeah," Dom mumbles, not sure whether it's because of Billy's words, or what he's doing right now. He blindly reaches back with his arm, needing to touch Billy.
With a happy sigh, Billy pushes his cock up between Dom's arse cheeks. He reaches for Dom's hand that's looking like a lost little creature and holds it, a connection to the rest of Dom. There's a slow beat of a Maori pokarekare humming in Billy's head, and his body's taken by the rhythm as he smooths the lube along his cock and presses a finger up Dom's arse.
Dom grunts and clutches Billy's hand as the finger pushes into him and almost immediately finds his prostate. "Oh god." He presses his face into the bed and groans a long groan of pleasure and need.
Humming the tune, Billy rocks back and forth, pushes in and out, leans on Dom's hand pressed against his body. "Are ya ready, Dom?" he says after a minute or two.
"Yeah, do it, fuck me Bill." And there it is, the familiar feeling, the wonderful stretch-burn as the head of Billy's cock presses against Dom's hole.
"Aaaaa, yeah," Billy breathes as he pushes and rocks slowly in, "so fucking good." Dom's arse is hot and tight and eager, pressing back towards Billy, and they both moan with every push.
When Dom feels Billy's hips pressing against his arse, Billy stills. "C'm'ere," Dom murmurs, tugging on Billy's arm, wanting him close.
Billy was leaning on that arm, so when Dom pulls, he collapses a bit, grunting as the wind's knocked from his body. Leaning gratefully against Dom's back, Billy adjusts his cock to its new position, feels Dom's moan through his whole body, closes his eyes and sighs with deep content.
It's good having Billy's weight on him. Every time Billy rocks his hips, Dom's cock is pressed gently into the mattress, making him sigh. "Mmm, this is nice," he says, weaving his fingers through Billy's and settling their hands comfortably by their shoulders.
It's almost Zen or tantric sex or something, this slow lazy time. Billy finds himself humming every time he pushes in, not a tune, just a little noise, wishing he could see Dom's eyes, and kiss his mouth. "This is good," he murmurs, disentangling his hand and touching Dom's face, almost as good as seeing.
"Yeah, love it," Dom says, swiping at Billy's fingers with his tongue. "Keep it up for long enough that I'm going to feel you all afternoon, through all our interviews."
Laughing, Billy kisses the back of Dom's neck and his fingers follow Dom's tongue right into his mouth. "Me too," he admits, hoping he's brought his old soft jeans, "Don't care."
Dom sucks on Billy's fingers for a while, twining his tongue around them. "Wish i could see what we look like. The way your arse flexes when you push into me. Nnnnghyeah," Dom groans. "Love watching you fuck."
"It's your house," Billy points out, when he has his breath back, because Dom just does that to him, scrambles his mind with the pleasure of it, "you could put in mirrors on the walls." He flexes his arse, fetchingly he hopes. "Or on the ceiling."
"Or I could just remember to video us next time... oh god, right there." He lets out a drawn-out moan as Billy pushes firmly into him and Dom's cock is pressed hard against the mattress. "You're the best fuck I ever had."
It's impossibly tempting to move faster, and Billy finally succumbs, cocking his hips and then thrusting into Dom's arse. "You say that so often, I might begin to believe you," he murmurs. Dom chuckles under him and that makes Billy laugh and thrust just a bit harder. He keeps it up for a bit and then -- since Dom's not begging for an orgasm for a change -- slows down to a sliding rhythm, half-meditating on nothing in particular.
Dom's got no idea how long they've been doing this for. His body and brain have become entirely separated from each other and from the world around him; the only real thing that seems to exist is Billy, his weight on Dom's back and the gentle, rhythmic thrusting of his cock in Dom's arse. "Love you so much," he finds himself saying.
Billy smiles, "Love you too, it's been," he struggles to find the right words, "you're beautiful, and I love fucking you, everything, you." If he was being honest, he'd beg Dom to come home, but he refuses to think about that right at this moment. He does start thrusting harder, feeling a need to posses Dom, to bring him to orgasm, whatever it takes.
"Yeah, getting close, fuck me, Bill," Dom mutters, swallowing the lump that rises in his throat at Billy's heartfelt words.
"Mmmm yeah," Billy says. If Dom can really come from just being fucked, then Billy's game He braces his knees, sets his hands on Dom's sides, and starts pushing in just a bit harder, pulling out just a bit further, feeling his heart beat faster as he sets the pace.
Billy's warm weight is no longer on Dom's back pinning him down. Dom misses it for a moment, and then Billy starts to speed up his thrusts, rhythmically rubbing Dom's cock against the mattress. Dom's had his long, slow fuck; now he can taste his orgasm, and wants it. "Harder, faster," he mutters, aroused even more by Billy's soft panting gasps.
Squeezing Dom's sides a little, Billy pushes harder and harder. Dom's here, and Dom's his and he's going to make Dom come, just by fucking him. Billy changes his angle, cocks his hips a little and pulls out to rub against Dom's prostate when he thrusts in again.
Dom jerks and cries out as soon as Billy's cock hits his prostate. His hands scrabble at the sheets, and then he's coming, groaning Billy's name and rubbing against the bed.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Billy chants, kissing Dom's shoulders, his neck, whatever's in reach. When Dom's reduced to quiet on the bed, Billy finally fucks for himself, changing positions until he finds just the right one for himself, thrusting faster now, shivering with the pleasure of it, breathing, "Dom," as he comes.
Dom loves it, loves knowing Billy's taking pleasure from his body. Feeling him thrust, hearing him gasp and pant, and finally the sound of Dom's name breathed against the back of Dom's neck. Then, warm weight again as Billy collapses, groaning on Dom. Dom gropes back for one of Billy's hands, finds it and holds it to his lips, not wanting to let go of the moment.
Billy smiles into the warm dark behind his eyelids, smiles into Dom's warm sweaty back, smiles as he feels Dom's lips and squeezes Dom's hand. "We fit," he says, content.
"Yeah," Dom agrees, and kisses Billy's fingers. He shifts, suddenly very aware that Billy's been fucking him for... he doesn't know how long, but a bloody long time. "Fuck, I really am going to feel you all day."
Reluctantly sliding out and off, Billy hums sympathetically. "Want some ice?" he asks, "paracetamol?"
Dom groans as Billy moves off him. "Cuddle first," he says, rolling on to his side and waving his arm in the air hopefully. "Then a bath, and a large breakfast."
With a snort, Billy captures Dom's arm under his own and moves forward to hug him, trying not to make a terrible face as his leg hits the rather large wet spot on the bed. "Now, in a hotel, you could just ring room service," Billy says, wishing they could just stay in bed.
"Yeah, but in a hotel I couldn't get Boyd's Speciality Porridge, could I?" Dom kisses Billy on the nose and grins.
Billy can't help but grin back, and says, "I notice you've volunteered me for cooking. You'll have to wait a bit, I'm going to have a wee kip before I do anything else." Dom may be sore but he's smiling and Billy's eyes are closing and he settles down leaning against Dom's shoulder with a happy sigh.