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Title: Unresolved
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dom/Billy, Viggo/Orlando/Elijah
Summary: Dom is cranky and slightly jealous. So is Billy. And what comes out of that except for flirtations, unresolved sexual tension, and eventually a revelation?
Notes: Written while I was just mildly bitchy at most people, so it has a bit of an angry feel to it. And then schmoop because you NEED schmoop with the boys. Haven't written Monaboyd in a while, so it might be out of character. For as in character as you can get for real persons you don't know. :D
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food - Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.
Archive: If you think it's good enough, drop me a line at jiradamister@gmail.com and archive away!
"Maybe I should just smack his arse, grab his jewels. Watch him as he jerks." Dom nodded at Elijah, whose eyes were wide and round. They were coming up with the worst drunken dares they could think of. Dom had been staring at Billy, mentally urging him to tell Dom something like that because damn it all to hell, Dom would actually do it, instead of just discussing it. See how Billy reacted to it.
And Billy was completely oblivious. He would pause and seem like he had an idea, a glint rising in those intense green eyes, and then he would shake his head and say something far too tame for Dom's liking.
And Dom wasn't about to bring it up for Billy, because he did it enough as it was about Viggo and both the Seans, Orlando, Elijah, and hell, even Ian occasionally. It was jokes for them but it wasn't with Billy. Except he really didn't think Billy should know that. He worried that something different might be in his eyes when he said it to Billy and that it might just come out wrong. Because Dom did have trouble hiding his emotions sometimes.
So he kept quiet, stared at Elijah instead. He'd heard the rumours. He really didn't care because they weren't true. He loved Elijah like a brother; they got on great and played video games and would just be general idiots at times. Elijah glanced back at him. Elijah had heard his whimpers about Billy. Elijah was definitely straight. Although he had been flirting with Orlando lately, and Dom was starting to wonder how much of it was joking. Orlando was flirting back, and Dom was pretty sure that it wasn't exactly in innocence.
At the same time, however, Orlando was flirting with Viggo. Dom thought about that. he wondered who Orlando would pick if he was serious. Probably Elijah. He thought they would work better. Viggo was just too serious for Orlando.
Billy licked his lips slowly as he thought and Dom stared. Damnit, that bastard had to know what he was doing to Dom. Really. Obviously he would never do this normally, he was really incredibly hetero. Really. The liplicking and skirts ("Kilts, Dom, really. Kilts. Shut up. Stop laughing or I'll sic Nessie on you. Oh, not like that. Don't you dare take it that way. Yeah, I think I will shut up now then.") or maybe it was that Dom trying to convince himself that Billy was straight because it would never work. Billy, as great as they were together, was his best mate. And you just didn't do that with best mates.
~~~
Billy stared at Dom. He wanted to think the man was flirting. He'd winked a couple times, but Billy was sure that was a joke, seeing how much he flirted with everyone else. So he didn't exactly know what to do. He'd kept his mouth closed, managed to stay calm and not actually say anything too overdone. Even though he wanted to. They all thought he was a demure one. Oh, he wasn't demure, not with what he wanted to do to Dom.
He wanted to bend Dom over the table and push against him, make Dom feel his erection pressing against his arse, hear the way that Dom would moan. He was sure Dom was a moaner. Dom was loud and energetic and possibly into kinky things. Billy wondered if they would, could, if it ever happened, not that it would, try out some different positions besides what he knew as the traditional. Say, Dom with his leg stretched as high as he could up, pushed against the wall, yoga having helped this, Billy stroking him with one hand, fingering him with the other, watching Dom tremble until Dom begged, and then slide in slow, lift his leg higher, and really pound into his arse.
Oh dear. Well. "Dom, can you go get me something to drink. Water, please? I think I'm starting to feel the effects of the alcohol." Actually, Billy wasn't too bad yet. He could take more. But he didn't want to drink much more, because he could lose control and say something. And he might actually try it on Dom.
That would not be good. No, he didn't think Dom would appreciate (Really, because as much as he flirted, he never flirted with Billy, and that was probably because he was straight. Because the rest of the boys might have been bi or gay and so Dom would play around but Dom was straight and knew better than to flirt with Billy who put on the pretense of being straight himself.)
Dom was back. Oh good. He took a long swig of the water, feeling the cold slink down his throat to his stomach, and set it between his legs, because there was no room on the table. They were playing cards as they made up these dares, and there were chips and glasses and cards everywhere. And there was cold between his legs and helping him calm down. Very slowly.
It was still his turn and he hadn't come up with anything yet. Billy lay down his cards; he had nothing. At the same time, he coughed. "Maybe we could convince the girls to lend us some of their panties and see who would look better in them."
Elijah shrieked with laughter, and Dom raised an eyebrow. Standing up, he turned around, tilted his rear towards Billy. Tight jeans. "What do you think?" He asked, turning towards Elijah now. "Yes? Think I could pull it off?" He wiggled his pants down enough to reveal that he did not wear anything underneath his jeans, the curve of his arsecheeks showing, the delectable flesh, and well, that cold glass was doing nothing for Billy now.
Shit.
~~~
Dom left Elijah's place feeling rather pissy. Because he had wanted Billy to say it. He had seen Billy swallow slightly when Dom wiggled his bum at him. There had been a moment of hesitation, which had inspired Dom to slide his fingers through the loops of his jeans and push down, revealing his arse. Elijah had only giggled again, and Billy hadn't said anything, stared, and then taken a sip of water again.
So now Dom wasn't sure about Billy. But Billy had given no other indication and so Dom was going home to a night of wanking and then falling asleep unhappy. Except, lookit this.
His car was not starting. Oh joy. Billy hadn't left yet. He could call a cab, sure, or he could crash at Billy's snuggle up close, and try to pretend that his dick wanted to come introduce itself to Billy's arse. He jangled his keys once, tried again, got out of the car and locked the door (why, there was nothing of use in it, a couple condoms, a half-read book, and a bag from takeout that hadn't quite made it home, but had been devoured as he drove.) and went back into Elijah's. Billy was sliding into his coat and Dom stepped forward, tugged the neck of it, and adjusted his arms.
"Hello again." Billy said, blinking at Dom. Dom blinked back.
"Hello again too." Dom answered. "Car's broken down. Feel like taking me home? Or letting me stay with you, and driving me over? Elijah can call to get my car towed and I'll pay him back."
Elijah was already slouched in front of the television, playing Mario Golf, and waved at Dom in agreement. Billy glanced back, shrugged.
"Yeh, sure." He replied.
~~~
Okay, so Dom was going to be staying with him. This was not good. Because Billy really, really, really wanted to have Dom pinned against the car, pinned down in the car, against a wall, in bed, anywhere, kissing him. People thought Dom had a libido like no other (and he did, it was true), but Billy could certainly be a challenger in that contest.
And the idea of he and Dom shagging like bunnies all the bloody time was the best idea he'd thought he'd heard in a long while. So he agreed quickly to let Dom come back with him, although he tried to sound nonchalant because he was only barely starting to think that perhaps Dom wasn't straight. There was the eyeliner. And nail polish. And the nice butt. And the fact that Dom had stared at Billy for that split second and his hands had lingered a moment too long as he adjusted Billy's coat.
So Billy started his car, pulled out, and started to drive back to his place. Dom was turned on his side in the seat next to him, staring at Billy while he fiddled with the radio. "What?" Billy asked crankily.
Dom yawned. "You look tired." He stated. Billy sighed.
"I'm wide-awake. I'm fine. You're the one yawning. Are you doing that thing that parents do, when they're tired or cold, they make you take a nap or put on another layer of clothing?" Billy hand't meant to snap that quite as rudely as he did. Dom glanced at him and then straightened in his seat.
"No. I was just concerned." He didn't say anything else. And there was tension in the air now. Billy would have spoken, but he knew how quickly Dom could get pissy, and he knew how quickly he himself could get if it was going to happen, and it might very well happen. After having an erection all night staring at Dom, and now having Dmo flirting harder than ever and with Billy now almost, his nerves were not doing too well.
~~~
Dom got out of the car, closed the door, waited for Billy who was taking his time as he turned off the car and got out, and made a show of rustling through the backseat looking for something. So Dom went ahead to the door, opened it for Billy, and headed to Billy's room and took off his shirt, let it fall to the ground.
Billy entered while Dom was hunting through his drawers for some drawers. Billy was not too pleased, as he vocalised this a moment later. "Dom, what are you doing?"
"Well, I was looking for pyjamas, Billy. Is there something wrong with that? We've lent each other clothing before."
"When we asked!" Billy protested. He went silent, dropping the issue, and Dom sighed, found flannel bottoms, and dropped his jeans, back to Billy, and wiggled into the pyjamas. When he turned around, Billy looked very ... his face was different.
Dom crossed his arms, perched on the back of the dresser. "You alright, Bills?"
"No, I'm not bloody alright!"
~~~
Billy regretted saying it as soon as he had. And Dom stared at him. "Fuck." Billy growled out and then stalked out of the room. He heard a thump as Dom dropped to the ground and then the fast sound of feet chasing him. And- "Ooomph!"
He went sprawling to the ground with Dom on top of him. Looking both energetically pissed and annoyed.
"Alright, then, Boyd, talk." He ordered, eyes and lips stern. Then he grinned slightly and his eyes sparkled. "Or I'll tickle you." His fingers moved fast, raked across Billy's stomach, and Billy shuddered beneath him, fought the urge to push up and push his quickly stiffening dick against Dom. However, Dom's fingers skittered a bit too far and felt it.
And then he froze.
~~~
Billy had an erection. Oh god. Dom had always wanted this. And yet, he'd never thought it would happen. And after tonight, with the slightest indication, he'd dared to put his fingers there and he was going to squeeze and see what happened, except something was already happening.
"Truth or Dare."
~~~
Billy looked at Dom with wide eyes. "... Dom?"
"Truth or Dare." Dom repeated. "Pick."
"Why?" But Billy knew why and didn't know what to do. "Dom, please."
"Billy, please." Dom replied, eyes desperate.
Billy stuttered out, "Truth." He felt cold all over, flushed and hot at the same time. Dom leaned in closer.
"Do you want me?"
~~~
Dom held his breath. Billy nodded slowly and leaned in. "Truth or Dare, Dom."
"Truth." Dom didn't hesitate. He hoped Billy was going to ask what he thought Billy would ask-
"Do you want me?"
Dom leaned in even closer, put his lips to Billy's ear, inched up, ground down, whispered almost without sound, "So badly it hurts."
Hello, ground. Billy had just flipped them, pushed Dom's hands above his head, and-
Mmm, Billy's lips on his. Billy's fingers on his skin, touching, tracing lines, making him burn and flush. He wanted, he wanted so bad. Needed and ached already, his entire body straining for more. Billy was already reaching between them to cup, squeeze, and Dom jerked his hips up, panting for air. Where had all his air gone?
He'd never been this sensitive. Everything. It was so good. and the way Billy was grinding against him, rubbing steadily, sucking his neck and biting, he was going to get Dom to come very quickly.
~~~
Billy groaned against Dom's skin. The man was so responsive and Billy was working at his own zip and button, trying to undo them with sweaty, shaky fingers. Dom reached down to help and Billy couldn't slap his hand away for moving, because Dom was finished helping and reaching between Billy to tug at his flannel pyjama pants, his naked chest pressing against Billy's shirt, which had ridden up and now there was hard flesh against flesh, thighs and ankles and feet all entwining.
Billy took Dom's cock in his hand, took his own, began to stroke them together, feeling Dom arch into his fist, rubbing his cock against Billy's, and Billy let out a quiet whimper, pumped his hips forward.
This was too good, what he'd been waiting for.
~~~
Dom knew he wasn't going to last long. It wasn't great first time sex, but at the same time, it was the best thing in the world. And then Billy squeezed, twisted, spread a drop of precum, and squeezed again. Dom jerked, feeling it building up in his balls, behind his eyes, in his cells, going to spread thorugh him and leave him fuzzy and tingling and warm and -
"Oh, fucking hell, fuck, fuck, Bills!"
Dom groaned, kissed Billy hard, and clamped his hands around Billy's arm as he came with a shout, and Billy rubbed frantically against him, and as Dom collapsed backwards, still kissing Billy and arching against him, Billy followed soon with his own moan that got lost in Dom's mouth.
~~~
Later on, when they were lying in bed, after another long session of kissing, and Dom starting to work his mouth down towards Billy's groin, Billy stopped him.
"Hold on, Dom. This isn't... this isn't just lust for me." He said, coughed, and reached forward to shove his fingers through Dom's hair and tug gently. Dom smiled at him.
"I know. Hey, Bills, ask me Truth or Dare."
"Alright. Hey, Dom, Truth or-"
"Me too."
Dom nodded. "Me too. Same here. Want more than just sex. So that's my truth."
"I've had a dare in mind." Billy said suddenly, winking. Dom winked back as he continued his kisses down. "Except it involves you up here and on top of me, and me inside you."
Dom laughed as he placed a kiss to Billy's thigh. "I think I'll take it, and improvise a bit." And then he licked up along Billy's thigh, began to improvise.
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dom/Billy, Viggo/Orlando/Elijah
Summary: Dom is cranky and slightly jealous. So is Billy. And what comes out of that except for flirtations, unresolved sexual tension, and eventually a revelation?
Notes: Written while I was just mildly bitchy at most people, so it has a bit of an angry feel to it. And then schmoop because you NEED schmoop with the boys. Haven't written Monaboyd in a while, so it might be out of character. For as in character as you can get for real persons you don't know. :D
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food - Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.
Archive: If you think it's good enough, drop me a line at jiradamister@gmail.com and archive away!
"Maybe I should just smack his arse, grab his jewels. Watch him as he jerks." Dom nodded at Elijah, whose eyes were wide and round. They were coming up with the worst drunken dares they could think of. Dom had been staring at Billy, mentally urging him to tell Dom something like that because damn it all to hell, Dom would actually do it, instead of just discussing it. See how Billy reacted to it.
And Billy was completely oblivious. He would pause and seem like he had an idea, a glint rising in those intense green eyes, and then he would shake his head and say something far too tame for Dom's liking.
And Dom wasn't about to bring it up for Billy, because he did it enough as it was about Viggo and both the Seans, Orlando, Elijah, and hell, even Ian occasionally. It was jokes for them but it wasn't with Billy. Except he really didn't think Billy should know that. He worried that something different might be in his eyes when he said it to Billy and that it might just come out wrong. Because Dom did have trouble hiding his emotions sometimes.
So he kept quiet, stared at Elijah instead. He'd heard the rumours. He really didn't care because they weren't true. He loved Elijah like a brother; they got on great and played video games and would just be general idiots at times. Elijah glanced back at him. Elijah had heard his whimpers about Billy. Elijah was definitely straight. Although he had been flirting with Orlando lately, and Dom was starting to wonder how much of it was joking. Orlando was flirting back, and Dom was pretty sure that it wasn't exactly in innocence.
At the same time, however, Orlando was flirting with Viggo. Dom thought about that. he wondered who Orlando would pick if he was serious. Probably Elijah. He thought they would work better. Viggo was just too serious for Orlando.
Billy licked his lips slowly as he thought and Dom stared. Damnit, that bastard had to know what he was doing to Dom. Really. Obviously he would never do this normally, he was really incredibly hetero. Really. The liplicking and skirts ("Kilts, Dom, really. Kilts. Shut up. Stop laughing or I'll sic Nessie on you. Oh, not like that. Don't you dare take it that way. Yeah, I think I will shut up now then.") or maybe it was that Dom trying to convince himself that Billy was straight because it would never work. Billy, as great as they were together, was his best mate. And you just didn't do that with best mates.
~~~
Billy stared at Dom. He wanted to think the man was flirting. He'd winked a couple times, but Billy was sure that was a joke, seeing how much he flirted with everyone else. So he didn't exactly know what to do. He'd kept his mouth closed, managed to stay calm and not actually say anything too overdone. Even though he wanted to. They all thought he was a demure one. Oh, he wasn't demure, not with what he wanted to do to Dom.
He wanted to bend Dom over the table and push against him, make Dom feel his erection pressing against his arse, hear the way that Dom would moan. He was sure Dom was a moaner. Dom was loud and energetic and possibly into kinky things. Billy wondered if they would, could, if it ever happened, not that it would, try out some different positions besides what he knew as the traditional. Say, Dom with his leg stretched as high as he could up, pushed against the wall, yoga having helped this, Billy stroking him with one hand, fingering him with the other, watching Dom tremble until Dom begged, and then slide in slow, lift his leg higher, and really pound into his arse.
Oh dear. Well. "Dom, can you go get me something to drink. Water, please? I think I'm starting to feel the effects of the alcohol." Actually, Billy wasn't too bad yet. He could take more. But he didn't want to drink much more, because he could lose control and say something. And he might actually try it on Dom.
That would not be good. No, he didn't think Dom would appreciate (Really, because as much as he flirted, he never flirted with Billy, and that was probably because he was straight. Because the rest of the boys might have been bi or gay and so Dom would play around but Dom was straight and knew better than to flirt with Billy who put on the pretense of being straight himself.)
Dom was back. Oh good. He took a long swig of the water, feeling the cold slink down his throat to his stomach, and set it between his legs, because there was no room on the table. They were playing cards as they made up these dares, and there were chips and glasses and cards everywhere. And there was cold between his legs and helping him calm down. Very slowly.
It was still his turn and he hadn't come up with anything yet. Billy lay down his cards; he had nothing. At the same time, he coughed. "Maybe we could convince the girls to lend us some of their panties and see who would look better in them."
Elijah shrieked with laughter, and Dom raised an eyebrow. Standing up, he turned around, tilted his rear towards Billy. Tight jeans. "What do you think?" He asked, turning towards Elijah now. "Yes? Think I could pull it off?" He wiggled his pants down enough to reveal that he did not wear anything underneath his jeans, the curve of his arsecheeks showing, the delectable flesh, and well, that cold glass was doing nothing for Billy now.
Shit.
~~~
Dom left Elijah's place feeling rather pissy. Because he had wanted Billy to say it. He had seen Billy swallow slightly when Dom wiggled his bum at him. There had been a moment of hesitation, which had inspired Dom to slide his fingers through the loops of his jeans and push down, revealing his arse. Elijah had only giggled again, and Billy hadn't said anything, stared, and then taken a sip of water again.
So now Dom wasn't sure about Billy. But Billy had given no other indication and so Dom was going home to a night of wanking and then falling asleep unhappy. Except, lookit this.
His car was not starting. Oh joy. Billy hadn't left yet. He could call a cab, sure, or he could crash at Billy's snuggle up close, and try to pretend that his dick wanted to come introduce itself to Billy's arse. He jangled his keys once, tried again, got out of the car and locked the door (why, there was nothing of use in it, a couple condoms, a half-read book, and a bag from takeout that hadn't quite made it home, but had been devoured as he drove.) and went back into Elijah's. Billy was sliding into his coat and Dom stepped forward, tugged the neck of it, and adjusted his arms.
"Hello again." Billy said, blinking at Dom. Dom blinked back.
"Hello again too." Dom answered. "Car's broken down. Feel like taking me home? Or letting me stay with you, and driving me over? Elijah can call to get my car towed and I'll pay him back."
Elijah was already slouched in front of the television, playing Mario Golf, and waved at Dom in agreement. Billy glanced back, shrugged.
"Yeh, sure." He replied.
~~~
Okay, so Dom was going to be staying with him. This was not good. Because Billy really, really, really wanted to have Dom pinned against the car, pinned down in the car, against a wall, in bed, anywhere, kissing him. People thought Dom had a libido like no other (and he did, it was true), but Billy could certainly be a challenger in that contest.
And the idea of he and Dom shagging like bunnies all the bloody time was the best idea he'd thought he'd heard in a long while. So he agreed quickly to let Dom come back with him, although he tried to sound nonchalant because he was only barely starting to think that perhaps Dom wasn't straight. There was the eyeliner. And nail polish. And the nice butt. And the fact that Dom had stared at Billy for that split second and his hands had lingered a moment too long as he adjusted Billy's coat.
So Billy started his car, pulled out, and started to drive back to his place. Dom was turned on his side in the seat next to him, staring at Billy while he fiddled with the radio. "What?" Billy asked crankily.
Dom yawned. "You look tired." He stated. Billy sighed.
"I'm wide-awake. I'm fine. You're the one yawning. Are you doing that thing that parents do, when they're tired or cold, they make you take a nap or put on another layer of clothing?" Billy hand't meant to snap that quite as rudely as he did. Dom glanced at him and then straightened in his seat.
"No. I was just concerned." He didn't say anything else. And there was tension in the air now. Billy would have spoken, but he knew how quickly Dom could get pissy, and he knew how quickly he himself could get if it was going to happen, and it might very well happen. After having an erection all night staring at Dom, and now having Dmo flirting harder than ever and with Billy now almost, his nerves were not doing too well.
~~~
Dom got out of the car, closed the door, waited for Billy who was taking his time as he turned off the car and got out, and made a show of rustling through the backseat looking for something. So Dom went ahead to the door, opened it for Billy, and headed to Billy's room and took off his shirt, let it fall to the ground.
Billy entered while Dom was hunting through his drawers for some drawers. Billy was not too pleased, as he vocalised this a moment later. "Dom, what are you doing?"
"Well, I was looking for pyjamas, Billy. Is there something wrong with that? We've lent each other clothing before."
"When we asked!" Billy protested. He went silent, dropping the issue, and Dom sighed, found flannel bottoms, and dropped his jeans, back to Billy, and wiggled into the pyjamas. When he turned around, Billy looked very ... his face was different.
Dom crossed his arms, perched on the back of the dresser. "You alright, Bills?"
"No, I'm not bloody alright!"
~~~
Billy regretted saying it as soon as he had. And Dom stared at him. "Fuck." Billy growled out and then stalked out of the room. He heard a thump as Dom dropped to the ground and then the fast sound of feet chasing him. And- "Ooomph!"
He went sprawling to the ground with Dom on top of him. Looking both energetically pissed and annoyed.
"Alright, then, Boyd, talk." He ordered, eyes and lips stern. Then he grinned slightly and his eyes sparkled. "Or I'll tickle you." His fingers moved fast, raked across Billy's stomach, and Billy shuddered beneath him, fought the urge to push up and push his quickly stiffening dick against Dom. However, Dom's fingers skittered a bit too far and felt it.
And then he froze.
~~~
Billy had an erection. Oh god. Dom had always wanted this. And yet, he'd never thought it would happen. And after tonight, with the slightest indication, he'd dared to put his fingers there and he was going to squeeze and see what happened, except something was already happening.
"Truth or Dare."
~~~
Billy looked at Dom with wide eyes. "... Dom?"
"Truth or Dare." Dom repeated. "Pick."
"Why?" But Billy knew why and didn't know what to do. "Dom, please."
"Billy, please." Dom replied, eyes desperate.
Billy stuttered out, "Truth." He felt cold all over, flushed and hot at the same time. Dom leaned in closer.
"Do you want me?"
~~~
Dom held his breath. Billy nodded slowly and leaned in. "Truth or Dare, Dom."
"Truth." Dom didn't hesitate. He hoped Billy was going to ask what he thought Billy would ask-
"Do you want me?"
Dom leaned in even closer, put his lips to Billy's ear, inched up, ground down, whispered almost without sound, "So badly it hurts."
Hello, ground. Billy had just flipped them, pushed Dom's hands above his head, and-
Mmm, Billy's lips on his. Billy's fingers on his skin, touching, tracing lines, making him burn and flush. He wanted, he wanted so bad. Needed and ached already, his entire body straining for more. Billy was already reaching between them to cup, squeeze, and Dom jerked his hips up, panting for air. Where had all his air gone?
He'd never been this sensitive. Everything. It was so good. and the way Billy was grinding against him, rubbing steadily, sucking his neck and biting, he was going to get Dom to come very quickly.
~~~
Billy groaned against Dom's skin. The man was so responsive and Billy was working at his own zip and button, trying to undo them with sweaty, shaky fingers. Dom reached down to help and Billy couldn't slap his hand away for moving, because Dom was finished helping and reaching between Billy to tug at his flannel pyjama pants, his naked chest pressing against Billy's shirt, which had ridden up and now there was hard flesh against flesh, thighs and ankles and feet all entwining.
Billy took Dom's cock in his hand, took his own, began to stroke them together, feeling Dom arch into his fist, rubbing his cock against Billy's, and Billy let out a quiet whimper, pumped his hips forward.
This was too good, what he'd been waiting for.
~~~
Dom knew he wasn't going to last long. It wasn't great first time sex, but at the same time, it was the best thing in the world. And then Billy squeezed, twisted, spread a drop of precum, and squeezed again. Dom jerked, feeling it building up in his balls, behind his eyes, in his cells, going to spread thorugh him and leave him fuzzy and tingling and warm and -
"Oh, fucking hell, fuck, fuck, Bills!"
Dom groaned, kissed Billy hard, and clamped his hands around Billy's arm as he came with a shout, and Billy rubbed frantically against him, and as Dom collapsed backwards, still kissing Billy and arching against him, Billy followed soon with his own moan that got lost in Dom's mouth.
~~~
Later on, when they were lying in bed, after another long session of kissing, and Dom starting to work his mouth down towards Billy's groin, Billy stopped him.
"Hold on, Dom. This isn't... this isn't just lust for me." He said, coughed, and reached forward to shove his fingers through Dom's hair and tug gently. Dom smiled at him.
"I know. Hey, Bills, ask me Truth or Dare."
"Alright. Hey, Dom, Truth or-"
"Me too."
Dom nodded. "Me too. Same here. Want more than just sex. So that's my truth."
"I've had a dare in mind." Billy said suddenly, winking. Dom winked back as he continued his kisses down. "Except it involves you up here and on top of me, and me inside you."
Dom laughed as he placed a kiss to Billy's thigh. "I think I'll take it, and improvise a bit." And then he licked up along Billy's thigh, began to improvise.