Coincidence or Not BB/DM NC-17
Title: Coincidence or Not
Author: domhobbitzes
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It’s purely coincidental... well, maybe not.
Warning: Future!fic This story takes place in the future after Lost has run its course and LoTR is way over.
Author’s note: For shirasade for Christmas. Merry Christmas, sweetie! *nuzzleloves*
It’s purely coincidental when Billy bumps into Dominic in the streets of London, a place where neither of them live, in a shop he has never been to before in his entire life. Awkward and speechless, Billy tries his best to smile with that same twist of lips and flash of teeth that he had when they were younger and still close mates. Mates they may be but close is another thing altogether. Billy knows Dominic can see through him, past the smile and the guarded expressions, but then again he always could. Dominic isn’t fooled by the half-hearted grin.
“Dommie...” he whispers, still deep in sleep, lips parted ever so slightly, chin lowered to his chest. Dominic crouches in front of him, watching Billy’s eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, a smile softly twisting the corners of his mouth; this is Billy at his most vulnerable. His smile doubles when Billy repeats his name until Dominic remembers where they are and frantically looks to see if anyone else has heard. Everyone seems oblivious to Billy’s audible daydream. As much as he hates to do so, Dominic gently shakes the older man until his eyes open and hazily focus on him.
“Scene?”
Dominic nods silently and stands up, stepping back to allow his mate room to stretch. Pippin’s shirt slides up as he lifts his arms, revealing a tiny patch of skin.
“Me eyes are up here, mate,” Billy says and Dominic quickly relocates his focus to Billy’s face. The older man is smiling teasingly with that certain gleam in his eye.
“Sorry, mate.” He offers a shrug in condolence and turns to head onto the set, shaking the thought of Billy’s inviting skin from his mind as he walks away.
Somewhere behind him, he hears Billy reply, “No you’re not.”
Billy’s eyes aren’t smiling with him, his body is tense and his hands hide in his pockets. He looks at Dominic knowing he isn’t buying the act.
“How are you then, mate?”
“Pretty good... and you? Still with Ali, are ya?”
Before answering, Billy briefly wonders if Dominic is trying to cause him pain or if Sean and Elijah never told him. “How long have you been here?”
“About six months now... you never answered my question.” Dominic isn’t playing around and he isn’t about to ignore the fact that Billy tried to change the subject. “What’s going on, mate?”
It’s purely coincidental that Dominic left LA around the same time that Billy finally broke it off with Ali, purely a matter of fate that Dominic believed him to still be taken for the last six months. He had wondered why Dominic never called to console him, never offered to fly over for a visit, never invited Billy to stay with him in LA, never said anything. Now he wonders how Dominic will react to the news. He told Sean and Elijah because he didn’t want to tell Dominic himself, didn’t want him to be right after all these years.
“Billy,” Dominic moans as the other man’s lips attach to his neck, sucking on his skin. “Billy...”
“What?” Billy breaks away for a split second to speak before latching onto Dominic’s throat again while his fingers quickly unfasten the buttons of Merry’s shirt and breeches.
“How long is break?” Dominic somehow manages to murmur between the aroused puffs of air.
“A solid ten or fifteen minutes,” is whispered against his skin as a wet tongue massages the soreness away.
“Ah, plenty of time,” he replies and, fingers wrapped around Billy’s biceps, pushes the older man away until he’s against the wall opposite and pinned by Dominic. His eager grin is met by Billy’s sneer, a flash of teeth before Billy pushes him toward the bed of his trailer, crawling atop the younger man after Dominic clumsily falls on the bed.
“Not very smooth today, Dommie,” he growls at the patch of skin beneath Dominic’s ear.
“Smooth,” he begins, “is for wine and candles.” Dominic smiles before suddenly flipping Billy over and straddling him. “Smooth we don’t have time for,” he murmurs as he unbuttons Pippin’s jacket and shirt, fingers sliding over warm, bare skin as they descend to his breeches.
But Billy knows that Dominic isn’t stupid. From the length of the silence stretching between them, he can figure out what has happened, what’s going on. He says nothing but steps closer, hands sliding up Billy’s shoulders to his back, bringing him into a gentle hug. It’s a place Billy hasn’t been in a while, a safe, warm place that Billy has almost forgotten, almost.
“Sorry, mate.”
“Don’t be,” he replies as Dominic releases him. “You were right.” He sees the sting of his words in Dominic’s eyes, arms crossed as if he’s hugging himself.
“I wasn’t supposed to be.”
It’s purely coincidental when Dominic’s hand brushes his own as Billy reaches out for some object, any random object, and the younger man just happens to do the same at that exact moment in time. The touch sends a jolt through Billy’s body, just like it used to years ago when things were easy and just for fun, or at least he thought they were. His skin suddenly feels warm and he wonders if Dominic notices. When Dominic’s long fingers slide up and tighten around his wrist, he knows Dominic has noticed.
“So...” Billy stammers. “What brings you to London?”
Dominic believes no one has ever seen hobbits strip as quickly as he and Billy do. They rarely ever take their time to undress each other, though that’s mostly because they don’t have the time. Sometimes, like now, they don’t have the time for bare skin. Only Merry’s breeches and underwear are gone and Pippin’s are around Billy’s ankles as he hovers over Dominic’s body.
“Now’s not the time for sex, Boyd.” Dominic tries not to laugh at the look of utter confusion on Billy’s face as the back of his hand brushes Billy’s hobbit-soft cheek. Before he answers Billy’s look, his hand slides to Pippin’s curls, fingers tangling in his locks. “You’re gonna have to fuck me, Bills. ‘Fraid it’s all we have time for, mate.” Dominic smirks and Billy’s lips twist to a smile.
“Was planning on doing that anyway... mate.” He leans forward, taking Dominic’s bottom lip between his teeth, and gently tugs, hands running over the man’s thighs to the back of his knees. He lifts Dominic’s legs to his waist and releases his lip. “Unless you wanted a go?”
The smirk grows as Dominic, with his hand, brings Billy’s mouth to his lips. “Maybe later.”
Again, Dominic isn’t convinced by Billy’s act but decides to let it slide this time.
“Finally got my act together... literally. Been doing a few shows here and there for the past, oh, five months now.”
“What’s it like?” Billy knows Dominic will understand the question as it stands; he hasn’t been on stage in years but always said he would return eventually.
“I was born there... It’s like coming home, ya know? Like finding your place.”
Billy also knows this isn’t true. Dominic could find his place anywhere and at one point, Billy had thought he was that place.
It’s purely coincidental when some bloke walks behind Dominic and bumps him, pushing him forward against Billy. Hot breath teases Billy’s neck when he turns his head to keep from bumping noses with Dominic. Billy’s body tenses at the contact while Dominic’s does not, something that always separated the two of them. Dominic could be friendly and flirty anywhere at anytime. Billy had to be in private or drunk enough in public, something Dominic probably remembers all to well.
“How ‘bout we head down the street? There’s a great pub where...”
“Sure,” falls from his lips before he can think.
Billy slides quickly in and out of his body, hard and fast and Dominic’s mind is reeling, close to overloading. Occasionally, he likes it this rough but with Billy he loves it, craves it. Billy’s face is slightly red and sweaty as he thrusts into the younger man’s writhing body. Dominic’s legs are wrapped tightly around his thin waist allowing deeper “ah... fucking perfect, Bills” penetration. He covers his mouth to stop the moans rolling through his body as Billy bumps his sweet spot and Dominic’s turns his head away as his eyes fall shut. His other hand remains twisted in Pippin’s wig, fingers tugging on the loosening curls.
“Fuck, Dommie,” Billy murmurs near his ear and Dominic gasps as the other man’s teeth sink into the line of neck now on offer. He releases Pippin’s hair from his grasp and lets his hand fall to Billy’s slick back, bringing his body closer to Dominic’s as he continues to fuck him.
“Dommie,” Billy whispers and Dominic can’t remember his mouth-teeth- leaving his skin. “Dommie... look at me... look at me.” Dominic opens his eyes and turns his head to find Billy’s now intensely green eyes staring back at him.
The pub serves only as a station to loosen the tension and bring back things forgotten, or not forgotten, merely suppressed. After starting positions across the table, Billy finds his thigh pressed firmly against Dominic’s. A hand, hidden beneath the table, with kneading fingers, rests atop his leg while Dominic’s mouth resides close to his ear, whisper-shouting in the loud pub. Eye closed, Billy feels the words bounce around in his head, trying to form reasons why they should not be there, or at least not be put there by Dominic.
Billy can’t think of a damned reason why not.
It’s purely not coincidental when Billy holds Dominic against the door of his rented flat, his lower body keeping the younger man in place. His breath is hot and quick as he attacks Dominic’s neck with teeth, lips, and tongue, fingers curling around the bone of his hip.
“Bills...” Dominic moans and Billy almost falters.
Without a word, Billy moves away, pulling Dominic with him, green determination in his eyes hidden by the darkness. Spinning him around, they switch places, allowing Dominic the opportunity to deliver his own retaliation against Billy’s bruised lips, tongue sliding inside and reclaiming lost territory.
Billy’s eyes stay steady on Dominic as one hand releases the almost white-knuckled grip on Dominic’s hip and fingers surround the length of Dominic’s shaft. The slow rhythm of Billy’s hand is in sharp contrast with the speed of his hips and Dominic finds himself torn between the slickness Billy’s hand and the feeling Billy’s cock.
“Bills,” he murmurs, his eyes threatening to close.
“Eyes open, Dommie, eyes open.”
It takes everything Dominic has to fight to keep them open and he does, watching Billy’s face twist with pleasure, his eyes burning with heat.
“Almost there, Dommie,” Billy whispers against his lips, tongue teasing, before bumping his prostate perfectly and Dominic cries out, pressure building in his gut and balls. “Won’t be long now.”
Dominic knows he’s right and takes Billy’s mouth with his own in a deep sensual kiss, bucking his body against the other man’s as the fire burns hotter. Seconds later, Billy’s hand increases its lazy speed and twists just right, causing Dominic to tighten around him as he comes between his fingers.
“Fuck,” he sighs. Billy keeps moving, moaning from the tightness of his body until he comes shortly after, cursing and panting into his mouth.
Long minutes of kissing eventually lead to unbuttoned shirts and roaming, wandering hands. Dominic sighs as Billy’s hands glide up his torso, across his chest, brushing hardened nipples, fingers splaying over his collarbone. Billy’s mouth soon replaces the hands, busily kissing and licking his way across Dominic’s shoulders, collarbone, teasing nipples before sliding down the middle of Dominic’s body as he descends to his knees. Fingers curling in his hair and the scent of Dominic’s skin in his nose send shivers down his spine, some of which force their way low in Billy’s gut while the past and present unite.
*~*~*~*
Billy awakes with Dominic asleep in his arms and an odd sensation stirring in his belly, warm and thick. Sex for four years had never resulted in this, at least not this and Billy isn’t sure how he feels. It’s nice, having Dominic here and in a way he never has before but something’s off. He ran into Dominic out of the blue in some random place and from then on, well, he supposes the rest is history? But why now? Why here? Why like this? Billy could’ve sworn it was all coincidental but, well, now he’s just not sure.
Author: domhobbitzes
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It’s purely coincidental... well, maybe not.
Warning: Future!fic This story takes place in the future after Lost has run its course and LoTR is way over.
Author’s note: For shirasade for Christmas. Merry Christmas, sweetie! *nuzzleloves*
It’s purely coincidental when Billy bumps into Dominic in the streets of London, a place where neither of them live, in a shop he has never been to before in his entire life. Awkward and speechless, Billy tries his best to smile with that same twist of lips and flash of teeth that he had when they were younger and still close mates. Mates they may be but close is another thing altogether. Billy knows Dominic can see through him, past the smile and the guarded expressions, but then again he always could. Dominic isn’t fooled by the half-hearted grin.
“Dommie...” he whispers, still deep in sleep, lips parted ever so slightly, chin lowered to his chest. Dominic crouches in front of him, watching Billy’s eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, a smile softly twisting the corners of his mouth; this is Billy at his most vulnerable. His smile doubles when Billy repeats his name until Dominic remembers where they are and frantically looks to see if anyone else has heard. Everyone seems oblivious to Billy’s audible daydream. As much as he hates to do so, Dominic gently shakes the older man until his eyes open and hazily focus on him.
“Scene?”
Dominic nods silently and stands up, stepping back to allow his mate room to stretch. Pippin’s shirt slides up as he lifts his arms, revealing a tiny patch of skin.
“Me eyes are up here, mate,” Billy says and Dominic quickly relocates his focus to Billy’s face. The older man is smiling teasingly with that certain gleam in his eye.
“Sorry, mate.” He offers a shrug in condolence and turns to head onto the set, shaking the thought of Billy’s inviting skin from his mind as he walks away.
Somewhere behind him, he hears Billy reply, “No you’re not.”
Billy’s eyes aren’t smiling with him, his body is tense and his hands hide in his pockets. He looks at Dominic knowing he isn’t buying the act.
“How are you then, mate?”
“Pretty good... and you? Still with Ali, are ya?”
Before answering, Billy briefly wonders if Dominic is trying to cause him pain or if Sean and Elijah never told him. “How long have you been here?”
“About six months now... you never answered my question.” Dominic isn’t playing around and he isn’t about to ignore the fact that Billy tried to change the subject. “What’s going on, mate?”
It’s purely coincidental that Dominic left LA around the same time that Billy finally broke it off with Ali, purely a matter of fate that Dominic believed him to still be taken for the last six months. He had wondered why Dominic never called to console him, never offered to fly over for a visit, never invited Billy to stay with him in LA, never said anything. Now he wonders how Dominic will react to the news. He told Sean and Elijah because he didn’t want to tell Dominic himself, didn’t want him to be right after all these years.
“Billy,” Dominic moans as the other man’s lips attach to his neck, sucking on his skin. “Billy...”
“What?” Billy breaks away for a split second to speak before latching onto Dominic’s throat again while his fingers quickly unfasten the buttons of Merry’s shirt and breeches.
“How long is break?” Dominic somehow manages to murmur between the aroused puffs of air.
“A solid ten or fifteen minutes,” is whispered against his skin as a wet tongue massages the soreness away.
“Ah, plenty of time,” he replies and, fingers wrapped around Billy’s biceps, pushes the older man away until he’s against the wall opposite and pinned by Dominic. His eager grin is met by Billy’s sneer, a flash of teeth before Billy pushes him toward the bed of his trailer, crawling atop the younger man after Dominic clumsily falls on the bed.
“Not very smooth today, Dommie,” he growls at the patch of skin beneath Dominic’s ear.
“Smooth,” he begins, “is for wine and candles.” Dominic smiles before suddenly flipping Billy over and straddling him. “Smooth we don’t have time for,” he murmurs as he unbuttons Pippin’s jacket and shirt, fingers sliding over warm, bare skin as they descend to his breeches.
But Billy knows that Dominic isn’t stupid. From the length of the silence stretching between them, he can figure out what has happened, what’s going on. He says nothing but steps closer, hands sliding up Billy’s shoulders to his back, bringing him into a gentle hug. It’s a place Billy hasn’t been in a while, a safe, warm place that Billy has almost forgotten, almost.
“Sorry, mate.”
“Don’t be,” he replies as Dominic releases him. “You were right.” He sees the sting of his words in Dominic’s eyes, arms crossed as if he’s hugging himself.
“I wasn’t supposed to be.”
It’s purely coincidental when Dominic’s hand brushes his own as Billy reaches out for some object, any random object, and the younger man just happens to do the same at that exact moment in time. The touch sends a jolt through Billy’s body, just like it used to years ago when things were easy and just for fun, or at least he thought they were. His skin suddenly feels warm and he wonders if Dominic notices. When Dominic’s long fingers slide up and tighten around his wrist, he knows Dominic has noticed.
“So...” Billy stammers. “What brings you to London?”
Dominic believes no one has ever seen hobbits strip as quickly as he and Billy do. They rarely ever take their time to undress each other, though that’s mostly because they don’t have the time. Sometimes, like now, they don’t have the time for bare skin. Only Merry’s breeches and underwear are gone and Pippin’s are around Billy’s ankles as he hovers over Dominic’s body.
“Now’s not the time for sex, Boyd.” Dominic tries not to laugh at the look of utter confusion on Billy’s face as the back of his hand brushes Billy’s hobbit-soft cheek. Before he answers Billy’s look, his hand slides to Pippin’s curls, fingers tangling in his locks. “You’re gonna have to fuck me, Bills. ‘Fraid it’s all we have time for, mate.” Dominic smirks and Billy’s lips twist to a smile.
“Was planning on doing that anyway... mate.” He leans forward, taking Dominic’s bottom lip between his teeth, and gently tugs, hands running over the man’s thighs to the back of his knees. He lifts Dominic’s legs to his waist and releases his lip. “Unless you wanted a go?”
The smirk grows as Dominic, with his hand, brings Billy’s mouth to his lips. “Maybe later.”
Again, Dominic isn’t convinced by Billy’s act but decides to let it slide this time.
“Finally got my act together... literally. Been doing a few shows here and there for the past, oh, five months now.”
“What’s it like?” Billy knows Dominic will understand the question as it stands; he hasn’t been on stage in years but always said he would return eventually.
“I was born there... It’s like coming home, ya know? Like finding your place.”
Billy also knows this isn’t true. Dominic could find his place anywhere and at one point, Billy had thought he was that place.
It’s purely coincidental when some bloke walks behind Dominic and bumps him, pushing him forward against Billy. Hot breath teases Billy’s neck when he turns his head to keep from bumping noses with Dominic. Billy’s body tenses at the contact while Dominic’s does not, something that always separated the two of them. Dominic could be friendly and flirty anywhere at anytime. Billy had to be in private or drunk enough in public, something Dominic probably remembers all to well.
“How ‘bout we head down the street? There’s a great pub where...”
“Sure,” falls from his lips before he can think.
Billy slides quickly in and out of his body, hard and fast and Dominic’s mind is reeling, close to overloading. Occasionally, he likes it this rough but with Billy he loves it, craves it. Billy’s face is slightly red and sweaty as he thrusts into the younger man’s writhing body. Dominic’s legs are wrapped tightly around his thin waist allowing deeper “ah... fucking perfect, Bills” penetration. He covers his mouth to stop the moans rolling through his body as Billy bumps his sweet spot and Dominic’s turns his head away as his eyes fall shut. His other hand remains twisted in Pippin’s wig, fingers tugging on the loosening curls.
“Fuck, Dommie,” Billy murmurs near his ear and Dominic gasps as the other man’s teeth sink into the line of neck now on offer. He releases Pippin’s hair from his grasp and lets his hand fall to Billy’s slick back, bringing his body closer to Dominic’s as he continues to fuck him.
“Dommie,” Billy whispers and Dominic can’t remember his mouth-teeth- leaving his skin. “Dommie... look at me... look at me.” Dominic opens his eyes and turns his head to find Billy’s now intensely green eyes staring back at him.
The pub serves only as a station to loosen the tension and bring back things forgotten, or not forgotten, merely suppressed. After starting positions across the table, Billy finds his thigh pressed firmly against Dominic’s. A hand, hidden beneath the table, with kneading fingers, rests atop his leg while Dominic’s mouth resides close to his ear, whisper-shouting in the loud pub. Eye closed, Billy feels the words bounce around in his head, trying to form reasons why they should not be there, or at least not be put there by Dominic.
Billy can’t think of a damned reason why not.
It’s purely not coincidental when Billy holds Dominic against the door of his rented flat, his lower body keeping the younger man in place. His breath is hot and quick as he attacks Dominic’s neck with teeth, lips, and tongue, fingers curling around the bone of his hip.
“Bills...” Dominic moans and Billy almost falters.
Without a word, Billy moves away, pulling Dominic with him, green determination in his eyes hidden by the darkness. Spinning him around, they switch places, allowing Dominic the opportunity to deliver his own retaliation against Billy’s bruised lips, tongue sliding inside and reclaiming lost territory.
Billy’s eyes stay steady on Dominic as one hand releases the almost white-knuckled grip on Dominic’s hip and fingers surround the length of Dominic’s shaft. The slow rhythm of Billy’s hand is in sharp contrast with the speed of his hips and Dominic finds himself torn between the slickness Billy’s hand and the feeling Billy’s cock.
“Bills,” he murmurs, his eyes threatening to close.
“Eyes open, Dommie, eyes open.”
It takes everything Dominic has to fight to keep them open and he does, watching Billy’s face twist with pleasure, his eyes burning with heat.
“Almost there, Dommie,” Billy whispers against his lips, tongue teasing, before bumping his prostate perfectly and Dominic cries out, pressure building in his gut and balls. “Won’t be long now.”
Dominic knows he’s right and takes Billy’s mouth with his own in a deep sensual kiss, bucking his body against the other man’s as the fire burns hotter. Seconds later, Billy’s hand increases its lazy speed and twists just right, causing Dominic to tighten around him as he comes between his fingers.
“Fuck,” he sighs. Billy keeps moving, moaning from the tightness of his body until he comes shortly after, cursing and panting into his mouth.
Long minutes of kissing eventually lead to unbuttoned shirts and roaming, wandering hands. Dominic sighs as Billy’s hands glide up his torso, across his chest, brushing hardened nipples, fingers splaying over his collarbone. Billy’s mouth soon replaces the hands, busily kissing and licking his way across Dominic’s shoulders, collarbone, teasing nipples before sliding down the middle of Dominic’s body as he descends to his knees. Fingers curling in his hair and the scent of Dominic’s skin in his nose send shivers down his spine, some of which force their way low in Billy’s gut while the past and present unite.
*~*~*~*
Billy awakes with Dominic asleep in his arms and an odd sensation stirring in his belly, warm and thick. Sex for four years had never resulted in this, at least not this and Billy isn’t sure how he feels. It’s nice, having Dominic here and in a way he never has before but something’s off. He ran into Dominic out of the blue in some random place and from then on, well, he supposes the rest is history? But why now? Why here? Why like this? Billy could’ve sworn it was all coincidental but, well, now he’s just not sure.