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Title: Dalliance
Pairing: Dom/Billy, Sir Ian.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ian needs to settle a bet - teasing ensues.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Feedback: is my drug of choice.
Notes: Written for philomel to try and tempt her to read fic again. And also, just because... ¡♥!
Also dedicated to sucuri as it is her birthday today and she likes a bit of Monaboyd.
Dalliance
"Hurry up Dom, Bean will drink the bar dry if we don’t get down there soon."
Ian watched as Dom gave Billy a two fingered reply to his urging and went back to rummaging through the twisted mess of his suitcase for just the right outfit for the evening’s carousing. It had to be said that Ian was feeling a little impatient himself, it had seemed like a good idea to stop by Dom’s room on the way to the hotel bar but now, after nearly an hour of watching Dom pick out and then discard T shirts as not quite right, he was regretting the impulse. Perhaps it was time for a little gentle persuasion.
"I agree with young William. Whilst this chair is very comfortable and the gin provided by the mini-bar is pleasant it would be even more pleasant to be drinking gin in the, no doubt, smoke shrouded atmosphere of the bar downstairs. So if you could settle on an outfit in the next say five minutes that would be delightful."
"Are we not good enough company for you?"
Ian looked over to where Billy was lounging on Dom’s rather untidy bed. Billy looked altogether at ease in that setting, almost as though he was used to being there. Interesting, perhaps Pippin was making merry with his Merry. Ian made a note to pass on this new information to Bernard, there was £10 at stake after all.
"I didn’t mean to imply that the two of you were boring me. In fact, I found your lecture on the inadequacies of the Scotch in the mini-bar quite fascinating. I was merely suggesting that if we do not appear soon, then all sorts of gossip could start to spread and we wouldn’t want that now would we?"
Billy looked confused. Or perhaps he looked drunk, Ian couldn’t really tell. Billy had been making vast inroads into the allegedly inferior Scotch for the last hour as proven by the litter of empty bottles on the bed beside him.
"What do you mean by gossip?"
Ian smiled and reached over to pat Billy on the leg. Ah, the innocence of youth. So sweet, so naïve, so - playing directly into his hands.
"I just mean that some might think it odd that the two of you are not at your normal place by the bar. You know how people are, always attempting to put 1 and 1 together to make 2."
Ian raised an eyebrow and then looked Billy up and down in an appreciative manner.
"Or in this case, 3."
Ian left his hand resting on Billy’s leg and was delighted to feel the man squirm a little. He was beginning to enjoy himself.
"If you two have quite finished, could you possibly give me a suggestion on what to wear?"
Dom sounded a little exasperated, and a touch jealous too if Ian was reading his tone correctly. He decided to test his hypothesis by rubbing his hand up and down Billy’s leg a little. Dom’s eyes narrowed and it was obvious to Ian that he was trying to hold back a frown. The £10 was in the bag.
"Wear whatever you want Dom, just hurry up and pick something."
Billy sounded a little desperate. Ian tried not to feel hurt by the man’s haste to get away from him.
"Thanks Bills, you’re a great help. Remind me not to ask for fashion advice from a man who thinks it’s perfectly reasonable to wear a skirt."
"It’s a kilt, not a skirt. And you said I looked good in it last time I wore it."
Ian could not help but notice the slightly far away look on Dom’s face at the mention of the last time Billy wore his kilt. Something else to tell Bernard.
"Yes, um, well I don’t look good in a kilt so, erm, what do you think I should wear Ian?"
Time for some fun.
"Eyeliner, a cock-ring and a feather boa."
Ian quickly got up from his chair and walked over to give Billy a few good slaps on the back. It really wouldn’t do for the poor man to choke to death on an inferior brand of Whiskey. When he was happy that Billy’s life was no longer in danger Ian looked over at Dom whose face was a rather fetching shade of crimson.
"Be a dear and close your mouth, Dominic. You look like a blow up doll."
Dom’s mouth snapped shut, then opened again, then closed. He appeared to be a little lost for words. Ian settled in on the bed and waited.
"But... What... Why a feather boa?
"My dear boy, one must always accessorise. I would have thought that you of all people would understand that."
Ian waved his hand at the pile of rings and wristcuffs that rested on the bedside table. He was amused to note that, of his suggestions, it was the feather boa that Dom found fault with. It appeared that Billy was a lucky man or perhaps Dom was, Ian hadn’t yet figured that one out.
"..."
Dom was back to doing his best impersonation of a goldfish. Ian noted that Billy was beginning to giggle at Dom’s discomfort; he would soon put a stop to that. It wouldn’t do for Billy to be left out of the evening’s entertainment.
"Of course, if you think that a feather boa would be a little too much then, perhaps I might suggest one of these scarves?"
Ian picked up the ends of one of the scarves he was referring to and waved it in Dom’s direction.
"Tell me, do you always decorate your bedposts in this manner or do they serve a purpose?"
Billy’s giggling came to an abrupt halt and he suddenly seemed terribly interested in the pattern on the bedspread. Dom seemed likewise fascinated by the carpet. Ian was having a hard time suppressing his desire to laugh at the pair of them.
"They are surprisingly soft. I am sure that they would feel most pleasant if placed against naked skin. Most pleasant indeed wouldn’t you agree William?"
Billy’s head jerked up and he looked first at Dom and then at Ian. He looked rather like a deer caught in headlights, all nervous and twitchy. Ian thought the look quite suited him.
"I wouldn’t know. That’s more Dom’s kind of thing than mine."
Well, that was that question answered then. It was clearly Dom who wore the scarves in this relationship - so to speak. Ian could not resist prying a little further. He hadn’t had such fun since Viggo accidentally called Liv "Sean" during the filming of a romantic scene.
"Perhaps you should consider trying it out William. Personally I always find it helpful to understand the comfort of my friends. After all, what’s good for the goose..."
Ian fixed Billy with his best innocent stare and was pleased to see him blush furiously in response.
"They really are terribly soft, almost like silk in fact. I’m sure that you would find the experience most eye opening."
Billy was now the one doing the goldfish impersonation and Dom, Dom was…. Whimpering. Yes, that was the best way that Ian could think of to describe the noise that Dom was making. A quick glance in the man’s direction revealed that he was quite enthusiastic about the idea of Billy being the one to wear the scarves. Ian thought it only polite to point this out.
"I can’t help but notice that you seem to be having some trouble with the fit of your jeans. Perhaps you should consider changing into a less constricting pair. Just pop those ones off and slip into something more comfortable, we have a long night of drinking ahead of us after all."
"Dommie doesn’t wear underwear."
Ian turned his gaze towards the source of the rather unexpected nugget of information. From the look on his face, Ian deduced that Billy was as surprised to have blurted it out as Ian was to hear it.
"Thank you for the warning, William. Most generous of you to let me know. I shall be sure and remember that for future reference."
Ian turned back to Dom just in time to catch him making "shut up" gestures in Billy’s direction. Ian had to bite down on the inside of his lip to stop from laughing. This night was turning out to be more fun than he had imagined it would be.
"There is no need to be embarrassed Dominic, I used to favour the easy access option myself when I was your age. It makes certain urges so much easier to act upon. If you wish to change your jeans I promise not to peak."
Ian quirked an eyebrow
"Well, not more than once anyway."
Ian could no longer resist the urge to smile, so smile he did - in a positively lecherous manner. Dom didn’t seem to notice, he was too busy glaring at Billy. Ian thought that it was highly unlikely that anyone would be wearing the scarves tonight.
"I’m fine. Let’s just go to the bar shall we?"
Ah, Dom’s power of speech was back. How nice. Ian had to admit that he was a little saddened that the wardrobe crisis had finally been resolved. He could quite happily have stayed in the hotel room all night. Billy seemed to feel the same way as Dom however, if the look of relief on his face was anything to go by.
"Are you ready then, Dom?"
"Yes Billy, I am. Just let me accessorise and we can get going."
Oooh, someone was in a bad mood. No matter, Ian decided that there was still time for a little more fun. He waited until Dom was fiddling around with his various pieces of jewellery and then spoke up.
"Soft though these scarves are, they would be much good as a blindfold. The weave is too open; they would hardly shut out any light at all. This little number however..."
Ian reached over and grasped the length of black silk that he had noticed poking out from under a pillow, waving it in the air for a moment before having to drop it in favour of giving Billy a few more hearty slaps on the back. For a Scot, Billy seemed to have enormous trouble drinking Whiskey.
A muffled curse from Dom drew Ian’s attention back to the man who was standing in front of him with a rather forlorn look on his face.
"I’ve dropped my ring."
Ian looked down. He could just see the faintest glint of silver from the ring which had rolled under the bed. As luck would have it, it had landed slap bang between Ian’s feet. He took a moment to savour the situation then spread his legs a little wider and looked back up at Dom.
"So you have. No need to fret. Just get down on your knees. I’m sure you will find what you are looking for."
Ian decided that "whimper" was, in fact, exactly the right word to describe that noise that Dom was making. He also decided to test his newest theory.
"On your knees, Dominic."
Judging by the speed at which Dom obeyed his command, Ian could mark his latest theory as proven. Billy really was a very lucky young man indeed. He couldn’t resist shifting forward a little so that Dom’s shoulder came into contact with his legs. Well a man had to get his thrills somehow.
"Found it."
"Lovely."
Ian decided that it was best not to clarify whether he meant the fact that Dom had found his errant jewellery or the fact that he had placed a hand on Ian’s leg to steady himself as he moved back into position on his knees. Or, of course, the fact that if anyone were to walk into the room right now, they would be unable to view the relative positions of Dom’s head and Ian’s crotch as anything other than compromising.
"Great, you’ve found your ring. Can we go to the bar now please?"
There was a distinct edge of jealousy to Billy’s voice. Ian found that he was pleased to hear it, clearly Billy felt as possessive of Dom as Dom did of Billy. Well, good luck to them, they made quite a dashing couple. And, of course, they had just won him £10. Ian wondered if Bernard would be in the bar downstairs. Only one way to find out.
"Good call. Come now Dom, stop dilly-dallying and let us go and see who is in attendance downstairs."
The elevator ride down was made in absolute silence. Ian felt it only kind to stop his teasing. It had, after all, done exactly as he had hoped it would and got them out of the room. As soon as the doors opened his two companions scurried away to take shelter in a dark corner and Ian finally allowed himself the luxury of a good laugh. Wiping his eyes, he glanced around the crowded bar until he spotted the person he was looking for.
"Bernard! I do hope that you have your wallet with you. I believe the drinks will be on you this evening."
Bernard raised an eyebrow in query and Ian simply tipped his head in Dom and Billy’s direction in reply.
"I have the most delicious tale to tell."
Pairing: Dom/Billy, Sir Ian.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ian needs to settle a bet - teasing ensues.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Feedback: is my drug of choice.
Notes: Written for philomel to try and tempt her to read fic again. And also, just because... ¡♥!
Also dedicated to sucuri as it is her birthday today and she likes a bit of Monaboyd.
Dalliance
"Hurry up Dom, Bean will drink the bar dry if we don’t get down there soon."
Ian watched as Dom gave Billy a two fingered reply to his urging and went back to rummaging through the twisted mess of his suitcase for just the right outfit for the evening’s carousing. It had to be said that Ian was feeling a little impatient himself, it had seemed like a good idea to stop by Dom’s room on the way to the hotel bar but now, after nearly an hour of watching Dom pick out and then discard T shirts as not quite right, he was regretting the impulse. Perhaps it was time for a little gentle persuasion.
"I agree with young William. Whilst this chair is very comfortable and the gin provided by the mini-bar is pleasant it would be even more pleasant to be drinking gin in the, no doubt, smoke shrouded atmosphere of the bar downstairs. So if you could settle on an outfit in the next say five minutes that would be delightful."
"Are we not good enough company for you?"
Ian looked over to where Billy was lounging on Dom’s rather untidy bed. Billy looked altogether at ease in that setting, almost as though he was used to being there. Interesting, perhaps Pippin was making merry with his Merry. Ian made a note to pass on this new information to Bernard, there was £10 at stake after all.
"I didn’t mean to imply that the two of you were boring me. In fact, I found your lecture on the inadequacies of the Scotch in the mini-bar quite fascinating. I was merely suggesting that if we do not appear soon, then all sorts of gossip could start to spread and we wouldn’t want that now would we?"
Billy looked confused. Or perhaps he looked drunk, Ian couldn’t really tell. Billy had been making vast inroads into the allegedly inferior Scotch for the last hour as proven by the litter of empty bottles on the bed beside him.
"What do you mean by gossip?"
Ian smiled and reached over to pat Billy on the leg. Ah, the innocence of youth. So sweet, so naïve, so - playing directly into his hands.
"I just mean that some might think it odd that the two of you are not at your normal place by the bar. You know how people are, always attempting to put 1 and 1 together to make 2."
Ian raised an eyebrow and then looked Billy up and down in an appreciative manner.
"Or in this case, 3."
Ian left his hand resting on Billy’s leg and was delighted to feel the man squirm a little. He was beginning to enjoy himself.
"If you two have quite finished, could you possibly give me a suggestion on what to wear?"
Dom sounded a little exasperated, and a touch jealous too if Ian was reading his tone correctly. He decided to test his hypothesis by rubbing his hand up and down Billy’s leg a little. Dom’s eyes narrowed and it was obvious to Ian that he was trying to hold back a frown. The £10 was in the bag.
"Wear whatever you want Dom, just hurry up and pick something."
Billy sounded a little desperate. Ian tried not to feel hurt by the man’s haste to get away from him.
"Thanks Bills, you’re a great help. Remind me not to ask for fashion advice from a man who thinks it’s perfectly reasonable to wear a skirt."
"It’s a kilt, not a skirt. And you said I looked good in it last time I wore it."
Ian could not help but notice the slightly far away look on Dom’s face at the mention of the last time Billy wore his kilt. Something else to tell Bernard.
"Yes, um, well I don’t look good in a kilt so, erm, what do you think I should wear Ian?"
Time for some fun.
"Eyeliner, a cock-ring and a feather boa."
Ian quickly got up from his chair and walked over to give Billy a few good slaps on the back. It really wouldn’t do for the poor man to choke to death on an inferior brand of Whiskey. When he was happy that Billy’s life was no longer in danger Ian looked over at Dom whose face was a rather fetching shade of crimson.
"Be a dear and close your mouth, Dominic. You look like a blow up doll."
Dom’s mouth snapped shut, then opened again, then closed. He appeared to be a little lost for words. Ian settled in on the bed and waited.
"But... What... Why a feather boa?
"My dear boy, one must always accessorise. I would have thought that you of all people would understand that."
Ian waved his hand at the pile of rings and wristcuffs that rested on the bedside table. He was amused to note that, of his suggestions, it was the feather boa that Dom found fault with. It appeared that Billy was a lucky man or perhaps Dom was, Ian hadn’t yet figured that one out.
"..."
Dom was back to doing his best impersonation of a goldfish. Ian noted that Billy was beginning to giggle at Dom’s discomfort; he would soon put a stop to that. It wouldn’t do for Billy to be left out of the evening’s entertainment.
"Of course, if you think that a feather boa would be a little too much then, perhaps I might suggest one of these scarves?"
Ian picked up the ends of one of the scarves he was referring to and waved it in Dom’s direction.
"Tell me, do you always decorate your bedposts in this manner or do they serve a purpose?"
Billy’s giggling came to an abrupt halt and he suddenly seemed terribly interested in the pattern on the bedspread. Dom seemed likewise fascinated by the carpet. Ian was having a hard time suppressing his desire to laugh at the pair of them.
"They are surprisingly soft. I am sure that they would feel most pleasant if placed against naked skin. Most pleasant indeed wouldn’t you agree William?"
Billy’s head jerked up and he looked first at Dom and then at Ian. He looked rather like a deer caught in headlights, all nervous and twitchy. Ian thought the look quite suited him.
"I wouldn’t know. That’s more Dom’s kind of thing than mine."
Well, that was that question answered then. It was clearly Dom who wore the scarves in this relationship - so to speak. Ian could not resist prying a little further. He hadn’t had such fun since Viggo accidentally called Liv "Sean" during the filming of a romantic scene.
"Perhaps you should consider trying it out William. Personally I always find it helpful to understand the comfort of my friends. After all, what’s good for the goose..."
Ian fixed Billy with his best innocent stare and was pleased to see him blush furiously in response.
"They really are terribly soft, almost like silk in fact. I’m sure that you would find the experience most eye opening."
Billy was now the one doing the goldfish impersonation and Dom, Dom was…. Whimpering. Yes, that was the best way that Ian could think of to describe the noise that Dom was making. A quick glance in the man’s direction revealed that he was quite enthusiastic about the idea of Billy being the one to wear the scarves. Ian thought it only polite to point this out.
"I can’t help but notice that you seem to be having some trouble with the fit of your jeans. Perhaps you should consider changing into a less constricting pair. Just pop those ones off and slip into something more comfortable, we have a long night of drinking ahead of us after all."
"Dommie doesn’t wear underwear."
Ian turned his gaze towards the source of the rather unexpected nugget of information. From the look on his face, Ian deduced that Billy was as surprised to have blurted it out as Ian was to hear it.
"Thank you for the warning, William. Most generous of you to let me know. I shall be sure and remember that for future reference."
Ian turned back to Dom just in time to catch him making "shut up" gestures in Billy’s direction. Ian had to bite down on the inside of his lip to stop from laughing. This night was turning out to be more fun than he had imagined it would be.
"There is no need to be embarrassed Dominic, I used to favour the easy access option myself when I was your age. It makes certain urges so much easier to act upon. If you wish to change your jeans I promise not to peak."
Ian quirked an eyebrow
"Well, not more than once anyway."
Ian could no longer resist the urge to smile, so smile he did - in a positively lecherous manner. Dom didn’t seem to notice, he was too busy glaring at Billy. Ian thought that it was highly unlikely that anyone would be wearing the scarves tonight.
"I’m fine. Let’s just go to the bar shall we?"
Ah, Dom’s power of speech was back. How nice. Ian had to admit that he was a little saddened that the wardrobe crisis had finally been resolved. He could quite happily have stayed in the hotel room all night. Billy seemed to feel the same way as Dom however, if the look of relief on his face was anything to go by.
"Are you ready then, Dom?"
"Yes Billy, I am. Just let me accessorise and we can get going."
Oooh, someone was in a bad mood. No matter, Ian decided that there was still time for a little more fun. He waited until Dom was fiddling around with his various pieces of jewellery and then spoke up.
"Soft though these scarves are, they would be much good as a blindfold. The weave is too open; they would hardly shut out any light at all. This little number however..."
Ian reached over and grasped the length of black silk that he had noticed poking out from under a pillow, waving it in the air for a moment before having to drop it in favour of giving Billy a few more hearty slaps on the back. For a Scot, Billy seemed to have enormous trouble drinking Whiskey.
A muffled curse from Dom drew Ian’s attention back to the man who was standing in front of him with a rather forlorn look on his face.
"I’ve dropped my ring."
Ian looked down. He could just see the faintest glint of silver from the ring which had rolled under the bed. As luck would have it, it had landed slap bang between Ian’s feet. He took a moment to savour the situation then spread his legs a little wider and looked back up at Dom.
"So you have. No need to fret. Just get down on your knees. I’m sure you will find what you are looking for."
Ian decided that "whimper" was, in fact, exactly the right word to describe that noise that Dom was making. He also decided to test his newest theory.
"On your knees, Dominic."
Judging by the speed at which Dom obeyed his command, Ian could mark his latest theory as proven. Billy really was a very lucky young man indeed. He couldn’t resist shifting forward a little so that Dom’s shoulder came into contact with his legs. Well a man had to get his thrills somehow.
"Found it."
"Lovely."
Ian decided that it was best not to clarify whether he meant the fact that Dom had found his errant jewellery or the fact that he had placed a hand on Ian’s leg to steady himself as he moved back into position on his knees. Or, of course, the fact that if anyone were to walk into the room right now, they would be unable to view the relative positions of Dom’s head and Ian’s crotch as anything other than compromising.
"Great, you’ve found your ring. Can we go to the bar now please?"
There was a distinct edge of jealousy to Billy’s voice. Ian found that he was pleased to hear it, clearly Billy felt as possessive of Dom as Dom did of Billy. Well, good luck to them, they made quite a dashing couple. And, of course, they had just won him £10. Ian wondered if Bernard would be in the bar downstairs. Only one way to find out.
"Good call. Come now Dom, stop dilly-dallying and let us go and see who is in attendance downstairs."
The elevator ride down was made in absolute silence. Ian felt it only kind to stop his teasing. It had, after all, done exactly as he had hoped it would and got them out of the room. As soon as the doors opened his two companions scurried away to take shelter in a dark corner and Ian finally allowed himself the luxury of a good laugh. Wiping his eyes, he glanced around the crowded bar until he spotted the person he was looking for.
"Bernard! I do hope that you have your wallet with you. I believe the drinks will be on you this evening."
Bernard raised an eyebrow in query and Ian simply tipped his head in Dom and Billy’s direction in reply.
"I have the most delicious tale to tell."