RPS request ficlet - Billy/Dom/Viggo
Title: Mesh.
Pairing: Billy/Dom/Viggo.
Rating: R
Summary: Life through a lens.
Warning: PWP. Could probably use a beta!
Disclaimer: Not real.
Feedback: Is my drug of choice.
Notes: Written for rawiyaparand who requested "Billy, Dom, Viggo... any combination, prompt is "fence" " and referenced the picture under the cut. I'm still taking RPS ficlet requests h e r e
Mesh
The jangle-rattle of metal links meshing and swaying underscores the soundtrack of whispers and muttered pleas that drift to Viggo’s ears. There’s music to it, a rhythm picked out in hard and soft notes that matches with the sight of diamonds pressing into flesh and branding patterns there. Inconsequential and temporary, but vivid all the same.
Viggo watches through the view-finder. Separated yet drawn in to the show that Billy and Dom are putting on just for him. In truth, it’s a sideshow, one that tells of things to come - later in the day when he will be the star not the watcher. For now, Viggo is happy to play ringmaster, to direct them in their game.
Dom licks Billy’s mouth open, sears into him, fingers laced deep into Billy’s hair controlling the pressure, setting the pace. Dom’s other hand slides lower, unfastens and encircles in one easy movement. Strokes hard and fast at Billy, no time for finesse or teasing, not here in the open, where anyone might see.
Viggo watches Billy unravel, fly apart. Watches as Billy’s hips thrust in time to Dom’s rhythm, as Billy arches his neck, exposing his throat to Dom’s mouth, to Dom’s teeth. Viggo’s hips rock in time, a pulse sparking inside him with every pull and push that he sees. Hands that hold the camera becoming unsteady, blurring the image that Viggo wants to record.
Viggo takes a breath, holds it, regains control, allows the lens to distance him again. Lets it keep a shield between him and them, as Dom’s hand moves faster, twists at the end of each stroke, urging and drawing at Billy to give in and let go. Listening to the click of the shutter as it marks the beat of their blood.
Billy stills, shudders and opens his mouth in a silent cry, head lolling forward to rest on the curve of Dom’s neck. Dom grins, raises his hand to his mouth and licks it clean. Reaches up and grabs onto the chain-link and then pushes Billy to his knees. Free hand cupping the back of Billy’s head as Billy leans in and unzips him. Dom guides Billy forward further still as Billy opens his mouth and takes Dom in, lips curving round, cheeks hollowing, head bobbing to the rhythm set by Dom’s hand.
The shutter clicks again and again and Viggo finds that the moments of black between the open and close give the scene a stuttered look, like a old film flickering to a close. Dom is looking down, watching the glide of himself in and out of Billy’s mouth, teeth biting down onto lip to stop any sound from escaping. Then Dom turns his head, looks to the side, stares straight down the barrel of the camera and Viggo can feel Dom’s eyes burning into him, daring him to move, to join them.
Viggo takes one last picture, captures that look of Dom’s then sits back on the hood of his car and smiles a low and lazy smile. Telling Dom without words that he is content to let them have their fun without him, but only this one time. Dom smiles back. Lean and hungry, full of promise, then, looks back down at Billy, refocuses, rolls his hips and begins to thrust. Fingers still twisted into the mesh of the fence, their tips whitening as he comes.
Pairing: Billy/Dom/Viggo.
Rating: R
Summary: Life through a lens.
Warning: PWP. Could probably use a beta!
Disclaimer: Not real.
Feedback: Is my drug of choice.
Notes: Written for rawiyaparand who requested "Billy, Dom, Viggo... any combination, prompt is "fence" " and referenced the picture under the cut. I'm still taking RPS ficlet requests h e r e
Mesh
The jangle-rattle of metal links meshing and swaying underscores the soundtrack of whispers and muttered pleas that drift to Viggo’s ears. There’s music to it, a rhythm picked out in hard and soft notes that matches with the sight of diamonds pressing into flesh and branding patterns there. Inconsequential and temporary, but vivid all the same.
Viggo watches through the view-finder. Separated yet drawn in to the show that Billy and Dom are putting on just for him. In truth, it’s a sideshow, one that tells of things to come - later in the day when he will be the star not the watcher. For now, Viggo is happy to play ringmaster, to direct them in their game.
Dom licks Billy’s mouth open, sears into him, fingers laced deep into Billy’s hair controlling the pressure, setting the pace. Dom’s other hand slides lower, unfastens and encircles in one easy movement. Strokes hard and fast at Billy, no time for finesse or teasing, not here in the open, where anyone might see.
Viggo watches Billy unravel, fly apart. Watches as Billy’s hips thrust in time to Dom’s rhythm, as Billy arches his neck, exposing his throat to Dom’s mouth, to Dom’s teeth. Viggo’s hips rock in time, a pulse sparking inside him with every pull and push that he sees. Hands that hold the camera becoming unsteady, blurring the image that Viggo wants to record.
Viggo takes a breath, holds it, regains control, allows the lens to distance him again. Lets it keep a shield between him and them, as Dom’s hand moves faster, twists at the end of each stroke, urging and drawing at Billy to give in and let go. Listening to the click of the shutter as it marks the beat of their blood.
Billy stills, shudders and opens his mouth in a silent cry, head lolling forward to rest on the curve of Dom’s neck. Dom grins, raises his hand to his mouth and licks it clean. Reaches up and grabs onto the chain-link and then pushes Billy to his knees. Free hand cupping the back of Billy’s head as Billy leans in and unzips him. Dom guides Billy forward further still as Billy opens his mouth and takes Dom in, lips curving round, cheeks hollowing, head bobbing to the rhythm set by Dom’s hand.
The shutter clicks again and again and Viggo finds that the moments of black between the open and close give the scene a stuttered look, like a old film flickering to a close. Dom is looking down, watching the glide of himself in and out of Billy’s mouth, teeth biting down onto lip to stop any sound from escaping. Then Dom turns his head, looks to the side, stares straight down the barrel of the camera and Viggo can feel Dom’s eyes burning into him, daring him to move, to join them.
Viggo takes one last picture, captures that look of Dom’s then sits back on the hood of his car and smiles a low and lazy smile. Telling Dom without words that he is content to let them have their fun without him, but only this one time. Dom smiles back. Lean and hungry, full of promise, then, looks back down at Billy, refocuses, rolls his hips and begins to thrust. Fingers still twisted into the mesh of the fence, their tips whitening as he comes.