"All Ways" (Billy/Dom, June 2005)

[msilverstar]

Title: All Ways
Authors: msilverstar and unstealthy
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: R+
Warning: references to bdsm
Summary: Everything changes except phone sex
Disclaimer: Not true, we made it up
Series Notes: For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List

It's a hot morning in LA. Dom turns up the aircon in his house and grins to himself as he makes his breakfast, thinking about his upcoming date with Evi. He's going to spend the afternoon surfing, and feels a good day coming on. Singing along loudly to a radio, Dom takes his tea and bowl of cereal and settles on the sofa with the copy of Empire magazine that's just winged its way to him from the UK. He likes the contact with home it brings, and the blokey British writing style. The radio starts to play a song he doesn't like, so he flicks it off with the remote and switches on the TV instead, scrolling automatically to the Discovery Channel.

Billy finishes taking his shirts off the line before it rains again, and starts hanging them in his closet. Rachel'd rung the day before and he can't stop thinking about her. Phone sex with her is one of the sexiest things he's ever done, nearly as good as having her in the flesh, nearly as good as phone sex with Dom. His shirt's not ruined but it certainly needed washing before the stains set. Rachel has suggested they go to a kinky party when she returns, and she's well on the way to persuading him by describing the many ways she will please him, there in a (semi) public place. She's so very excited about subbing to Billy, bubbling over with it, completely irresistible and why should he resist? in some ways, the opposite of Dom, in other ways just like him. Dom has Evi now, has had for months, lovely girl, but Billy knows that he's lost part of Dom to Hollywood as much as to any girl.

Once Billy thinks of Dom, it's automatic for him to check the time in LA and pick up his headset: he usually needs it with Dom. And Rachel. He wanders over to the back door, watching the drops come down, and thumbs the button for Dom.

When the phone rings, Dom puts his cereal bowl aside and groans with perceived rather than actual effort as he sits up straight. It's probably Evangeline. When Dom locates the phone under a cushion, his heart does a little flip-flop as he sees Billy's number in the display.

"Yo Bill, what's up?"

"Oi, mate, have you become a complete beach-bum yet?"

"Ha, no, but I'm working on it," Dom says, grinning hugely. He settles back on the sofa and puts his feet on the coffee table. "It's bloody great to hear your voice. How's life? Finished that Euro-movie yet or is it back to Luxembourg for you?"

Groaning, Billy says, "Don't remind me. Some of that dialogue will haunt me for life." He runs his hand over his head and tries to forget. "How's your summer, is it hot and sunny?" Right now, he yearns to escape Glasgow and the constant wet chill.

"Of course. This is LA. We don't have weather, we have climate," Dom says. "So now you're wrapped, you'll have time to come over and visit, hang out, go surfing, yeah?" He suddenly misses Billy enormously and longs for him to be there.

Billy tsks, thinking as he takes out his schedule. "I don't think so, not right away, I've a convention to do this month, and I'm singing in Pittsburgh in July, and then back for Edinburgh." He rubs the back of his head, glad that his hair is finally growing longer. "How about the end of August?"

"You're in Pittsburgh? Surely you can come by LA for a couple of days!" Now the idea of seeing Billy is in Dom's head, he's eager for it to happen as soon as possible. "What's the rush to get back?"

"My agent, you know, mad schedule," Billy says, and then, "and I've met a girl..."

"You have?" Dom is taken aback, but then it would explain why he hasn't heard much from Billy recently. "When? How did you meet her?" He's not quite sure how he feels about this.

"Constantine after-party," Billy says, glad that Dom's not sounding too upset. "I've only seen her a few times, but it's been really good."

"Wow," Dom says. "When was that? Constantine came out ages ago, have you been keeping secrets from me, Bill?" Dom feels a bit hurt that Billy's chosen not to share something so important. Plus a myriad of other feelings that he hasn't quite sorted yet.

"I told you I did a kinky scene or two, I just wasn't sure, didn't want to make a fuss if she was just another of those friendly shags."

"Oh, yeah, I know you said you had, but I didn't know..." Dom's mouth feels a bit dry so he sits up and takes a swig of tea. "So, um... what's she like?"

Billy blithers happily on, "She's fantastic, beautiful, likes to sub but that's not nearly all there is to her. She's Rachel Weisz, the actress. From Constantine and The Mummy and such." He smiles just thinking of her.

"The girl from The Mummy? Bloody hell, Bill, how'd'you pull her?" Dom really is surprised now. "No wonder you're so keen to get home. I couldn't ever compete. Fuck." He flops back on the couch and runs his hand through his hair. It feels like... It feels like the door has finally closed on him and Billy.

With a laugh, Billy says, "So you think a girl like her wouldn't succumb to my many and varied charms? I'm hurt, wounded by your lack of faith."

He sounds so happy. Dom's guts are churning. "Au contraire," he says, trying to sound like this is all water off a duck's back. "I find it hard to understand why the whole world isn't totally besotted with you. I know I am." The last few words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them.

"Of course you are," Billy answers, fondly, "we're a perfectly matched pair." It's been years, he realises, since New Zealand, but seems like no time at all. "So, end of August? Will you be in LA or Hawaii?"

"Oh god, uh..." Dom can't seem to think straight. "Hawaii, probably, why?"

"Another few hours by plane, that's all. And that nice Evi."

"'That nice Evi' is my girlfriend, Bill," Dom says, suddenly angry with Billy's inability to understand how he's feeling. "And you've had sex with her, if you remember, I was nice enough to share. You can forget that happening again."

"Dom?" Billy's not at all sure why Dom's being such a silly bugger. "What's wrong, mate?"

"What's wrong?" It's only now dawning on Dom, he had no idea, that being with Evangeline all these months had just papered over his real feelings. "Billy, I fucking love you, I miss you so much it hurts, and now you're telling me that... well, that that's it."

Billy's baffled by the words, but even more by the odd note in Dom's voice. "What are you going on about? I'm not saying that at all, I could never end it with you, proved it didn't I?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, you've met someone, I know you. I know you, Bill, you're single-minded when it comes to relationships. Totally blinkered." Dom knows he sounds angry, but doesn't care any more. It's over, anyway.

"You can't know, because it isn't true," Billy wants to make Dom understand.

"What chance have I got against her? None at all. You won't want to choose, but you'll find yourself doing it anyway and I don't think I can deal with that." It's probably a good thing they're so far apart. All the better for getting over him. Should have done it years ago, Dom berates himself.

Billy yells into the phone, "It's not fucking like that! Will you shut up and listen, ya wanker?" There's a gratifying silence in his phone, and Billy glances around, hoping his neighbors weren't disturbed. "It's not like that: it's not her or you, just like it's not me or Evi. I'll give Rachel up if you want, it's just, it's been so long since you've been home..." Billy keeps his tone steady, though he's feeling a bit weak at the knees.

"I --" Dom starts to say, and then stops as Billy's words permeate his brain. I'll give her up if you want. "You'd really do that?" he says quietly, afraid that Billy will realise that he said something he didn't mean. And Dom realises that he really, really wants Billy to mean it. More than anything.

"Yeah," Billy says, "I love you, ya git. You can't get rid of me."

"I love you, Billy, god, I fucking love you," Dom murmurs. Nothing else matters. Not the distance, not Evangeline, not this new woman, nothing.

It's like a giant weight lifting from Billy's chest, and he aches to touch Dom. "Ach, Dom, it's fucked, you being there and me here."

"Yeah...." Dom rubs his eye with the heel of his hand. "Come and see me when you're in Pittsburgh, yeah? Want you to make me beg."

"Meet me there, if you can't come here?" Billy counters, "I'm doing the concert, and a world poverty thing, and I'm scheduled by the hour for the next few months: colour coded and everything." He knows there's too much crowded into too little time, but it's been hard to say 'no' when people asked.

"I'll try, yeah, haven't got my schedule yet," Dom says. "I'll buy something special, a new toy for you to hurt me with..." He trails off into a groan. "God, I need you."

Growling at the thought, Billy says, "I don't need a toy, I can push you down and do for you without anything." Just the idea of it makes him a heat run through his body. "Just need a soundproof room. Or a gag." And oh fuck yes, Billy wants to do that to Dom again, with him unable to taunt, beg, or even scream.

Dom rubs his twitching cock through his trousers. "Think I'm gonna have to call it a day with Evi," he says, quietly. "It just feels wrong, being with her when I feel like this, you know?"

Billy blinks. Dom's swerved the conversation and Billy needs a moment. "She knows about us, I know she doesn't mind," he says, eventually.

"I just..." Dom sighs. "I didn't know how much more important you are to me than she is 'til I thought it might be, you know. Over. With us."

"Impossible, could never happen," Billy says stoutly. It's a little sad that Dom was so quick to assume that: Billy can barely think of being without Dom, and when he does, he feels sick, punched in his gut. "Besides, there's lots of kinds of love, why lose Evi over it?"

"You're part of me, Bill," Dom shrugs at the empty room. "I know it's a stupid cliche that lovers use, but with you it's literally true, I mean, fuck..." He scrubs his hand over his face. "I'm who I am because of you, we're the same soul, and it wouldn't be fair to Evi, it's like using her."

"Don't you think it's up to her?" Billy asks, softly.

"What's up to her?" Dom says. "I'm going to tell her how I feel about you, I mean properly tell her. She deserves someone who can love her." Dom's arms have never felt so empty, the pain in his heart of missing Billy is acute.

There's nothing really to say to that, so Billy just um-hums into the phone, and says, "Come see me in Pittsburgh? We'll have more time that way." He closes his eyes and thinks of how Dom smells, under the soap or cologne or seawater. "I want to see you, have you, soon Dom?"

"Please, yeah, soon..." Dom's cock is twitching again. "I want to feel you."

Dom's voice is like warm caramel, flowing across Billy's mind, luxurious, thick and sweet, with just a hint of an edge to it. "Yeah," Billy says, flowing with it, "I miss you so much."

"Will you use your belt on me?" Dom pleads. It's been far, far too long since they've been together, far too long since Dom's had the kind of intense sex he only has with Billy.

Billy has a sudden, desperate yearning to taste Dom's skin after it's been bruised. "Fuck yeah, Dom, I'll beat you till you can barely sit, I want to own your body, watch you give over everything to me."

"You already do own me," Dom says, lowering his voice. "And you're mine too, yeah?" he adds, suddenly anxious to know.

"Course," Billy answers, "Remember, can't get rid of me, I'm stuck on you." Dom's all over the place, mood-switching every second, jumping from his velvet phone-sex voice to the one where he sounds about twelve, frightened and lost. Which is about how Billy feels too. "I wish I could be there, Dom, or you here at home."

Dom wishes Billy wouldn't do that, referring to there as 'home' and here as 'away'. As far as Dom's concerned, he is home. Except that Billy's not here. His heart twists in his chest. "Just want to be with you, don't care where," he murmurs.

Quietly, Billy asks, "Could you come? Or you're too busy?"

"I dunno," Dom sighs. "Sometimes it feels like I'm not in control of my own life." He runs a hand through his hair. "God, I can't tell you how much I want to touch you right now."

"Yeah, I miss it, even just, yanno, watching the telly or listening to music together." The lads in the band are mates, but not like that, and Billy wants it like that.

"Sex, Bill," Dom says. "I miss sex with you. Lots, and lots of sexy sex."

Giving a snort, Billy says, "If just it's the sex, I'm sure there's a million actor/model/waiters who'd do anything you want, ya don't need me for that."

"Hey, I said sex with you, didn't I?" Dom says, a bit hurt.

"That you did," says Billy, hoping to escape this emotional thicket, "and if you want phone-sex with me, you'll have to ask very politely."

"Oh, you miss me but you still want me to beg for it?" Dom's up for this game, especially when it ends with listening to Billy come at the other end of the phone.

Billy says, trying not to laugh in fond exasperation, "Aye, because you beg so nicely."

"It's not the only thing I do nicely," Dom says, his grin wide and his voice husky.

"You do have a wide range of skills..." Billy lets his voice trail off, remembering the things Dom does in the flesh. "What, in particular, were you thinking of doing?"

"Whatever you want," Dom says, standing and heading for the bedroom. He'd like to have some of his toys available for this. "I can use dildos, clamps, cock rings, anything that takes your fancy."

"Ahhhhh, fuck, Dom...." Billy's wishing he could be there, could see. But he'll take what he can get. "I want to hear you put something up your arse, something big, but not yet." Then he asks the traditional first question of phone sex, "What are you wearing?"

"Shorts, t-shirt, that's it." Dom's reached the bedroom now. His hands-free kit is beside the bed (from more than one late-night session with Evangeline) and he lies down on the bed and quickly hooks it up. He shifts so his rapidly hardening cock is less constricted. "What do you want me to be wearing?"

"Nothing," Billy teases, "a negligee," he laughs, "never mind me, you're good."

Dom unbuttons his shorts and slides a hand inside, freeing his cock with a long satisfied hum. "I'd like to see you in leather trousers and nothing else," he says.

"I might be persuaded," Billy says, and imagines soft leather wrapped around him, tight in some places, rubbing across his skin as he moves. "Yeah, I'll keep an eye out for some."

"Mmmyeah, I'd lick your chest and bite your nipples," Dom says, slowly massaging his cock.

Billy laughs, and says, "Always in such a hurry, Dom. I have a lot of phone minutes and I intend to use them in the best possible way. So I'd pin you down and play with you, take your clothes off slowly, kiss you and touch you."

"Yeah," Dom moans. "But I thought I was going to get a good hiding."

"Wait for it," Billy says, half quoting Monty Python and half meaning it. "If you were here, I'd put you in a ring, not let you out until I was ready."

"Bastard," Dom says, but fondly rather than anything else. "Since you're not here..." he lets out a long, groaning sigh as he palms his cock happily.

"I will take this out on your arse, next time I see you," Billy rubs his own cock and thinks of the curve of Dom's arse. Any excuse is a good one.

"Promises, promises," Dom says with a chuckle. He reaches over to the bedside table and opens the drawer. "So, you wanted to hear me fuck myself." He pauses and decides to change the tone of the conversation, just because he knows how much it will turn Billy on. So he lowers his voice. "Can I?"

It takes Billy a moment; "Hmmmm," he says, playing the game properly, "Not until I say so, not until you make it good for me."

"I'd love to make it good for you," Dom says, warming to his theme and letting his best sex voice take over. "Love to lick your balls and suck your cock. Let you fuck my mouth, god I want you."

"You've a fantastic mouth," Billy murmurs, ringing his cock with his hand and wishing it was Dom's. "Perfect cocksucker mouth, deep-throat mouth. I don't have to fuck your mouth, you fuck yourself on me."

"Yeah, wish you were here, I'd suck your cock hard. Take it down my throat, swallow it..." Dom reaches into the drawer beside his bed and takes out a dildo. "Wanna fuck myself for you."

"Tease first," Billy orders, hearing Dom's rustled movement, "no sucking or fucking until I say so." Billy strokes himself, along his chest and his belly, spreading his legs to reach his own inner thighs, ferociously excited at the thought of Dom and his toys.

"Tease who?" Dom says as he prises the cap off the lube one-handed. "I love to tease."

"Yourself, ya wanker," Billy says, laughing because that's exactly what Dom is. "We're both wankers, now."

"Tell me what to do," Dom murmurs.

Billy's loving this, because Dom sounds deep into his body, relaxed and excited at the same time. "Your thighs," Billy says, "you know how much I love the insides of your thighs. Touch them." He can hear Dom's breathy reaction, so he goes on, "Pinch them, like I would do." Billy can nearly feel Dom's skin.

Not having enough hands, Dom has to let go of something in order to carry out Billy's instructions. He's not about to let go of his cock, so he drops the lube and pinches a large wedge of skin between his finger and thumb, hissing as he twists it hard.

"Good," Billy says at that, "pretend it's me, and do the other side."

"Nnngh," Dom says, stroking his cock as the painpleasure floods his body. "Bill, please, wanna use the dildo, please..."

"Not yet," Billy answers, "touch your balls a bit, teasing." He touches his own, his breathing synchronised with Dom's, then says, "Harder now, but not too much," because Dom will always go too far if allowed.

Billy's voice washes over Dom, the sounds caressing all the pleasure centres in his brain. "Yeah," he breathes as he rolls his balls in his hand.

"Fucking fantastic," Billy says, imagining Dom's body, tan and lean, tense with a sheen of sweat because Billy's holding back. "Don't change yet, just squeeze a little harder, want to hear you take it."

"Oh god!" Dom says as he puts a little pressure on his balls. "Fuck, Bill..."

With a snort, Billy says, "Next time I see you, I'll not stop at one orgasm. You'll get off first, and then I'll do you properly."

"Bill, please..." Dom says, properly begging now.

"All right," Billy says, as usual unable to resist Dom when he's begging, his voice stretched and tight, "you may have a finger in your arse."

At this point, it's not enough, but Dom's already close to coming. "Wanna come, Bill, getting close," he pleads.

Dom's voice is husky with need, and Billy's not there to do anything about it, so he says, "Aye, do it now." Billy's own hand has moved to his cock and it's good, as long as Dom's voice there.

Dom presses his finger in his arse, against his prostate, and jerks and cries out as he comes, suddenly and hard. "Oh god, Bill!"

Hearing Dom come is the sexiest thing, the hottest and most arousing noise that Billy can imagine. "Good, you sound fantastic," he murmurs, "so fucking beautiful, Dom."

Slumped on the pillow, Dom doesn't really hear the words, just the sound of Billy's voice in his ear. "Loveyoubill," he mumbles, sated.

Billy hums back, and rubs his cock thoughtfully. "God, I miss you," he says.

"Wish you were here. Want you to fuck me," Dom says, thinking of Billy pressed up against his back, sweaty and panting. "Or me you, even," he adds, a slow smile spreading over his face.

Maybe it's just the distance, but Billy realises that he likes that idea, wants to be fucked for a change. He slips one hand behind his balls and down against his arsehole and shivers. "Maybe," he admits, "but you'd have to work for it."

"Oh, I'm more than happy to work for it," Dom murmurs. He curls up on the bed and closes his eyes, imagining. "How d'you want it? Elbows and knees, or maybe spoons, I could curl up behind you, lots of lube... one finger up there, mmm, teasing your sweet spot."

A little moan escapes Billy's mouth, because Dom is so outrageously good with his hands that whatever he does feels amazing, even up Billy's arse. "How much do you want it, Dom? What would you do for a chance at my arse?"

"Whatever you want. Lots of lube, two fingers up there now, you love it." He gives a deep sigh. "I might need to wear a cockring while I fuck you, it feels so good."

"Slower," Billy says firmly, stroking his cock at an even pace, "I want you to suck me while you're touching me, use your mouth, ahhh yeah, and your hands."

"Love to use my mouth on your fantastic cock," Dom says, using his sexiest sex voice. He so wants Billy to want this in his head, to know and not just to do. "Suck you while I stroke you inside, too, mmm."

Dom's voice is nearly irresistible, and Billy's in no mood to resist. He feels no need to push his own finger inside, but he's eager for Dom's finger, imagining him there, close and eager, then Dom's cock pushing in. Billy's hands are working faster now, his hips rocking into the memory of Dom's mouth, wanting Dom in any way, in all ways. "Oh fuck, Dom..." he moans, and then he can't say anything.

It's the sweetest sound, hearing Billy moan Dom's name as he comes. "You're mine, Bill, all mine," Dom murmurs in Billy's ear, not knowing or caring if he can hear -- just needing to stake his claim.

Billy's body's jerking and he's coming in slow spurts, Dom's voice wrapping round and leaving him breathless and shivering. "Oh yeah," Billy finally says, "Dom."

"Hey, Bill, how was that?" Dom's grinning to himself at the thought that he's the only person ever who's done that for Billy so that Billy actually enjoys rather than endures it.

With a breathy laugh, Billy says, "I think you've got me." His heart is slowing down, his body is a little chilly where he's been sweating, so he reaches for the towel he's learned to bring out ahead of any phone call with Dom. "God I miss you," he says.

"Miss you too," Dom says, his heart heavy again suddenly. "We'll have to put that into practice next time, yeah?" he tries to lighten the tone a little. "Soon."

"Yeah," Billy says, but he's not sure how to go on. "Ehm, Pennsylvania then? Or the convention, I think it's in Florida?" If Dom won't meet, Billy's not sure what he'll do.

"If I can, I'll do what I can, but you've got to try too..." Dom feels tired, worn out from needing so much.

"I'll try," Billy says, "but sometimes, I think we're completely fucked." He closes his eyes, "It was easier in New Zealand."

"Yeah, it was..." Dom takes a deep breath. "Look, I should go. Look after your girl, yeah? Send me photos of you going at it with her, you know I like watching you fuck." The last thought brings a smile to Dom's face again.

It's too soon, too fast, too lonely. Billy damps down his pride for once and says, "Wait, no, Dom, don't go?"

Dom smiles more. "OK, I'll stay for a bit. How's your day been?"

"I just mucked about a bit, paperwork and guitar practice and a song that's in my head, but I can't get it out," When Dom's around, the songs tend to disappear into the general hilarity.

"Oh yeah? Sing me a bit of it?" Dom says, suddenly yearning to hear Billy's voice and guitar.

"I'm running," Billy hums, reaching for his guitar, "I'm running, yes I'm running, but I've da da-da-da..."

Dom stretches out on the bed as Billy picks out the chorus of the song. Billy's singing can transport him. "Don't give up the day job," he says, when Billy goes quiet again.

"You're just jealous, cos you couldn't carry a tune in a bucket," Billy says without heat, humming what he thinks will come next. That leads him back to his schedule, which leads him back to Rachel. "You truly want pictures?" he asks, hoping he'll be able to hear whatever the truth is in Dom's voice.

"Course I bloody do, would she be up for it?" Dom says, his voice rising almost to a squeak in surprise that this is even being semi-seriously discussed.

Billy's hands move on the strings as he listens to Dom, hoping that's all there is to it. "Yeah, I must be like bait to exhibitionists," Billy says, "she's nearly as bad as you."

"I think I like her already," Dom laughs, happy that there actually might be something in this. "I'm going to have to go rent all her movies and check her out, any recommendations?"

"The Mummy, of course," Billy remembers watching that in New Zealand with the rest of them, and quite admiring Rachel as the sexy librarian. Then after he'd met her, he'd had his own private film festival and watched all her films. Knowing Dom, he says, "Stealing Beauty, she's naked in that one, and Enemy at the Gates, where she has quite a nice sex scene."

"Noted. Naked is good, and hot sex also good," Dom grins. "So, look, send me your schedule and I'll compare and contrast with mine and work out a way to see you when you're over, even if it's just overnight or sommat."

"Right, yeah," Billy says, "of course, but make it as long as possible, give me time to ravish you thoroughly." He shakes his head, and says, "I'll not overbook myself this autumn, I'll make time to be with you."

"You'd better," Dom says. "I'll get some new toys in, all the better to ravish me with," he says with a little playful growl.

"Just don't get caught with them in your carry-on," Billy says, "remember last time, when the security git dumped them all over the counter and someone almost got them on a mobile camera?"

"Don't remind me," Dom groans, running his hands over his face. "Never again." He sighs. "Look, I've really got to go, need to take a shower and get on with the day..." He trails off. "I'll phone you tomorrow," he says, his voice soft. "After you're in bed. I'll talk you to sleep."

Billy closes his eyes and nods, "Yeah, sounds good, 'round eleven." He takes a breath and says, "You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah," Dom takes the words and mentally wraps them up and stores them away. "You too. Always."

There's nothing more important to say, so after a friendly silence turns slightly awkward, Billy says, "Tomorrow then, half ten, my time?"

Dom thinks for a moment. "Should be OK. I'll text you if I need to change the time..." He remembers what he's going to do that evening and his stomach contracts. "I may have a lot to say, after seeing Evi tonight."

It seems too fast, too soon for Dom to make a decision like that, but Billy's not going to argue. "Go take your shower," he says, wishing he were there.

"K. Talk to you tomorrow.... Bye." Billy signs off too, and Dom switches the phone off, tugging his earpiece out. He sighs. His whole day has changed direction after just one phone call. Dom rubs his eyes, shakes his head and heads for the shower.