With A Little Help From My Friends

Jul 20, 2007 15:00

Title: With A Little Help From My Friends - 15
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A work convention in London begins.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to my beta, frojane
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Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: This chapter took on a life of it’s own. I let the Muse go with it for a while. He likes it when I do that.
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Chapter 15

Shifting and rolling over, Dom’s eyes flutter open in time to watch Billy finish buttoning his shirt and check his appearance in the mirror above the basin in the loo. They’d arrived in London later than intended because of heavy traffic, and after a full day of work in the shop, traveling, and then a light meal in the restaurant downstairs, they’d practically fallen into bed out of sheer exhaustion and dropped off to sleep. Despite being in a strange place, Dom has slept remarkably well, due in large part to Billy, as they’d snuggled into a familiar position together, Billy’s arm looped around the younger man’s slender waist, and his small nose tucked into the fine blonde hair at the nape of Dom’s neck.

Now the warm rays of the morning sun are falling across the rumpled hotel bed, and a new day is upon them. Their first day in London. Stretching his long arms above his head and yawning widely, Dom then pushes himself up onto his elbows and gives Billy a fond smile.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Billy says warmly, meeting Dom’s gaze in the mirror as he straightens his tie.

Dom’s voice is raspy with disuse as he asks, “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You looked so peaceful, and I couldn’t bear to disturb you,” Billy replies, walking barefoot over to the bed and sinking down to the mattress at Dom’s side.

Automatically, Dom tilts his face towards Billy, inviting and welcoming a kiss, and of course, Billy is more than happy to oblige his silent request. For long moments their mouths meet in a slow, luxurious exchange, lips parting so tongues can touch, softly and sweetly.

“Mmmm,” Dom murmurs when they finally part. “Good morning.”

“When you look at me like that I want to forget about the book shop and slide back into bed with you,” Billy whispers huskily, dipping his head and placing a kiss to the side of Dom’s neck. “Stay here all day.”

“But you can’t,” Dom says regretfully. “You have to get downstairs.”

“Aye, I do.”

“So, is it going to be an all-day thing, or will you have breaks?” Dom inquires, shifting so he’s laying down on the mattress again, the champagne-colored bed sheet pooling at his waist.

“All day, but I’ll have a few breaks. And lunch,” Billy replies.

“Okay.”

A long moment passes with neither man moving, and then Billy’s brow furrows.

“Are you going to get up? Get dressed?”

“Yeah,” Dom replies absently. “In a little while.”

Suddenly concerned, Billy presses the back of his small fingers to Dom’s forehead and then his scruffy cheek. “Are you not feeling well? Are you sick?”

“No, I’m fine,” Dom assures him. “I just thought- Well, since you’ll be busy-“

“Dommie, I didn’t ask you to come with me to London so you could sit in a hotel room and wait for me all bloody day,” Billy interjects. “Come downstairs with me.”

“But you’ll be working,” Dom protests. “I don’t want to get in the way.”

“All right, yes, there’s some work involved, but it’s not something that I can’t do and have you there with me, most of the time,” Billy explains, drawing his fingers through Dom’s tousled hair and cupping his scruffy cheek. “I want you there.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course, you daftie,” Billy says warmly, leaning down and kissing the tip of Dom’s nose. “I’d be miserable, knowing that you were up here, all alone, watching the telly to entertain yourself. I think you’ll enjoy the book show. Have fun, even.”

“Oh, okay then.”

“But you need to get dressed,” Billy finishes huskily, the desire clear in his gaze as it roams over his lover’s bare skin. “As much as I love to look at you like this, I don’t fancy the idea of sharing the spectacular view.”

“I love the way you look at me,” Dom tells him, almost shyly, nuzzling into Billy’s touch.

“Good.” Withdrawing before he loses control, Billy rises and walks over to the bureau that holds their clothing so he can find some socks to wear. “Do you want to take a quick shower?”

“No, I’m okay,” Dom says as he flips back the coverlet and stands up. “Do I need to wear a tie, because-“

“Wear anything you want, love,” Billy interrupts, looking over his shoulder, eyes widening with lust at the sight of Dom’s naked body completely exposed to him. “It’s your vacation. I want you to be comfortable.”

“T-shirt, jumper and some denims?”

“Perfect.”

Joining Billy at the bureau, Dom reaches into the second drawer and pulls out a few articles of clothing.

“Have I said thank you for bringing me to London?” he asks, pressing closer so their shoulders touch briefly.

“Yes, Dommie. Several times.”

“Oh, okay.”

“C’mere,” Billy says, sliding an arm around Dom’s bare waist and cuddling his lover, their bodies pressed together from chest to knees. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

“What?”

“I need you as much as you need me,” Billy explains, looking deep into Dom’s soulful, expressive eyes. “My day isn’t complete unless you’re in it.”

“Romantic,” Dom teases, his eyes sparkling at Billy’s touching words.

Grinning, Billy retorts, “Daftie.”

“I love you, Bills,” Dom says tenderly, his mouth curling up into a joyful smile.

“And I love you,” Billy replies, giving the younger man a quick squeeze. “So get some clothes on. I’m starving and I want something to eat before getting to work.”

In just a few minutes, Dom is dressed, shaved and hair smoothed down, and hand in hand they make their way along the long hall towards the lift that will take them down to the lobby. Once inside the small, mirrored enclosure, Billy notices Dom fidgeting with the hem of his Man U jumper and gnawing on his lower lip.

“What are you thinking about? he asks quietly, tugging on Dom’s hand to encourage their eyes to meet.

“It feels kinda strange,” Dom admits. “We’ve never really been in public together, you know, as a couple.”

“You’re right,” Billy agrees. “We haven’t. Between me working at the shop and you going to school, we haven’t been out much at all, have we?”

Suddenly, Dom flushes and averts his eyes. “It’s not that I’m complaining, Bills-”

“I know, Dommie,” Billy soothes, drawing Dom closer and sliding an arm around his waist to offer comfort. “But we can change that. Today.”

“Yeah.”

The ding of the lift reaching the lobby interrupts any chance for further discussion, and within a few minutes, the couple are seated in the restaurant by the window, overlooking the London skyline. Quickly deciding on what to order for breakfast, Billy leans back in his chair and sips his tea while Dom peruses the menu, occasionally peering closer at the small print.

“You should’ve brought your glasses,” Billy muses thoughtfully, not even aware he’s spoken aloud.

“What?” Dom says, looking up.

“You’re squinting.”

“Oh.”

Digging into the front pocket of his zippered jumper, Dom pulls out a slim case and a moment later he’s refocusing on the menu, thin wire frames now resting on the bridge of his squashed up nose.

“Much better,” Billy says with a smile.

Glancing up at his lover, Dom’s cheeks pinken in a sweet, endearing blush that makes Billy want to reach across the table and drag the younger man closer for a bone-melting kiss. One that would only end when they’re wrapped up in bed, locked in an intimate embrace, wearing nothing but their skin and love keeping them warm.

“I’m not on the menu, Bills,” Dom says in a low voice, eyes darkening with arousal at the blatantly lustful expression on Billy’s face. “Though the idea is very tempting.”

“Don’t tease me,” Billy growls playfully, then grins widely. “Do you know what you want?”

“Uh huh,” Dom answers huskily. “You.”

“I mean to eat.”

“So did I,” Dom adds mischievously. “But I’ll settle for pancakes.”

“Until tonight,” Billy murmurs, his sexy, Scottish brogue rich with seductive promise.

Dom opens his mouth to say something, but the arrival of their waitress thwarts his plans, and instead, they place their order. While waiting for their meals to arrive, Billy tells Dom about the last book show he attended, in an effort to explain how things run at such conventions. During their conversation, Dom watches as Billy’s small hand slides across the table to join his and laces their fingers together while his foot moves so it’s resting firmly against Dom’s left trainer.

Dom is very aware of the fact that anyone and everyone in the restaurant can see them, but also notices that Billy seems unconcerned, his full attention given to Dom, clearly happy to show affection in public to the man he loves. Even after months of being with Billy and being lavished with more love and care than he’s ever known, this is a new experience for Dom. He’s never felt so treasured, and that it’s completely effortless on Billy’s part only makes Dom love him more.

“Dom?” Billy asks suddenly, his head tilting to one side. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah.”

“Where did you go?” Billy inquires. “I was talking and then I realized you were a million miles away.”

“Sorry.”

“Something wrong?” Billy prompts, his brow furrowing.

“No,” Dom replies with a smile. “Something is very right.”

At the confused look on Billy’s face, Dom looks pointedly down at their entwined fingers and squeezes gently. Realizing what Dom is talking about, Billy smiles as well, then lifts Dom’s slender hand to his mouth to press a kiss to the center of Dom’s palm.

“Another first?” Billy whispers tenderly.

Not wanting to make Dom feel guilty, Billy hides the pang of sadness he feels, understanding that Dom is simply not used to public displays of affection, especially when it’s not part of an agenda. His previous boyfriend heartlessly used him for his own sexual pleasure, uncaring of meeting Dom’s needs, focused solely on his own, and Billy is determined to show his sweet lover how it should be. Billy wants to cherish and appreciate the gift of Dom in his life at every opportunity, no matter what the time or setting, with no expectation of more.

“Yeah,” Dom answers, his smile almost rueful now.

“I’m-“

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” Dom interrupts, blinking rapidly to clear his watery eyes. “I’m not.”

“What?”

“I’m glad you got to be my first.”

Smiling gently, Billy nods. “Me too.”

Lowering their hands to the table once again, Billy continues to stroke Dom’s soft skin in lazy caresses as they talk, until the waitress arrives with their breakfast and they are forced to part. When Dom catches the waitress hiding a smile at the evidence of their relationship, Dom blushes and ducks his head to remove his glasses before focusing on the plate she sets before him, and the generous stack of golden pancakes with crispy slices of bacon.

Having seen the girl’s reaction as well, Billy says nothing, giving Dom’s leg a playful nudge before taking a bite of his toast and digging into his ham, cheese and mushroom omlette. He’s inordinately touched that he’s been witness to yet another experience that Dom’s never had before, and Billy silently vows to give as many to Dom as possible while on holiday here in London.

It’s going to be a trip to remember.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Wandering from one display exhibit to the next, Billy takes meticulous notes, listing books, authors and the number of the booth where he’s seen them. It’s only the first day, so he has time to study the options before deciding which to select to bring into the shop. So far, his list is rather extensive, and Billy is excited at the wide selection, not to mention the idea of ordering new books. He’s nearing the end of one long row of booths when he stops and looks around, searching intently. It takes a few seconds, but he finally locates the object of his affection, head bent, long strands of blonde hair shielding Dom’s face, his nose buried in a book.

Walking over to the younger man, Billy inhales sharply when Dom looks up, revealing the fact that he’s once again wearing his glasses.

“You know, Bills,” Dom teases. “The way you’re looking at me is illegal in some countries.”

“True,” Billy agrees with a laugh. “Imagine what they’d do to me if they could read my mind, and all the things I want to do to you right now.”

Stepping closer, Billy slides his arm around Dom’s slender waist, tucking his fingers into the back pocket of Dom’s blue jeans and hooking his thumb through a belt loop. Billy rests his chin on Dom’s shoulder and looks down at the book in his lover’s hands, curious to see what he’s found.

“Something you like?”

“Yeah,” Dom says, following Billy’s gaze. “It’s written by a bloke who was estranged from his family, and then one day he and his brother met at the grocery shop, completely by accident. They hadn’t seen each other in almost twenty years.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

Pursing his bow-shaped lips for a fraction of a second, Billy offers his notepad and pen to Dom.

“Put it on the list.”

“Bills, I-“

“What?” Billy interrupts. “If you like it, I want to at least consider it.”

“But it’s not my shop, it’s yours,” Dom protests as he sets down the novel on the table in front of him.

“Dom, I happen to value your opinion,” Billy says, pushing the notepad into Dom’s hand and then cupping his cheek. “Please?”

“Okay.”

The word is uttered very softly, and before Dom knows what’s happening, Billy’s mouth is covering his, the tip of his pointy tongue sliding between his parted lips. They only make contact for a moment, but the message is clear to the people milling around them, and to Dom as well. They are together, like that. A couple. More importantly, Billy isn’t willing to let Dom treat himself as second rate, his opinion less valuable, alone in private, or in public. Billy sees them as partners, equal in every way, and is proud to be seen with him.

“That’s not fair,” Dom says in a low voice before surreptitiously wiping his mouth.

“What’s not fair?” Billy inquires, brow furrowing.

“You kiss me like that and I want more.”

Eyes sparkling with suggestion, Billy takes a quick look around, then grabs Dom by his hips, quickly steering him behind a large pillar, giving them a wee bit of privacy. Billy fuses his mouth to Dom’s as his arms wrap tightly around his lover’s lithe body, and he muffles the whimper of pleasure that bubbles up in Dom’s throat while his tongue samples the honey-sweetness of Dom’s lush mouth. Only when his lungs are screaming for oxygen does Billy break the kiss, their chests heaving and cheeks flushed with arousal.

“Will that hold you until tonight, or do you want to go upstairs?” Billy asks breathlessly.

“Fuck. Me,” Dom breathes, struggling to stay standing while his knees wobble unsteadily.

Impishly, Billy asks, “Right here?”

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Dom muses aloud, furtively glancing around to see if they’re being watched.

“I love your mouth, Dommie,” Billy says, gazing hungrily at Dom’s pouty lower lip. “I couldn’t help it, especially when you're all sexy and bespectacled.”

"And here I was, thinking I should get some contacts," Dom replies thoughtfully, fingertip stroking the metal rim of his glasses just above his cheek. "Since I'm starting to wear these more and more."

Billy can't help the look of dismay at the idea of no longer seeing his lover in the rather fetching eye wear, but pushes it away quickly, wanting to show his support for whatever Dom wants to do.

"It's okay, Bills," Dom soothes as he snuggles closer, sliding an arm around Billy's waist. "I'll still wear them for you."

"Yeah?"

"Of course," Dom says with a tender smile. "I love the way you look at me when I'm wearing them.

“Mmm, yeah.”

Dom grins as he adds, “And nothing else."

“Cheeky bugger.” Green eyes dark with desire, Billy presses in, pinning Dom to the pillar as their lips meet in a wet, hungry exchange.

“Jesus, Bills,” Dom pants between kisses. “We’re going to get caught.”

Drawing on every ounce of self-control he possesses, Billy forces his lust under control and steps back, putting a full foot of space between their bodies.

“Sorry,” he says, swallowing hard and wiping his rosy mouth.

“To be continued later?” Dom inquires, smoothing Billy’s tie and rumpled shirt before glancing down to check his own appearance.

“Most definitely,” Billy agrees. “So lets get back and finish what I need to get done for today, yeah?”

“Sounds good.”

Walking so close that their shoulders touch, the lovers return to the convention floor, occasionally parting for brief periods when something catches their attention, but they are never out of each other’s sight, and their eyes meet often to share a private smile. After a light lunch in a nearby French-style café, Billy is forced to leave Dom alone when he has a meeting with a distributor, but feels a wee bit better when Dom insists that he’ll be fine before he kisses Billy’s cheek and sends him on his way.

Nearly an hour later, Billy finally emerges, and is grateful when he quickly locates his lover, pouring over a selection of books devoted to exotic animals, specifically, species of spiders around the world. Billy is pleased to discover that Dom has added a few books to his consideration list, and upon reviewing them, adds them to his list as well. Not that Billy’s all that surprised by the revelation, it seems that Dom has a good eye. Wanting to reward Dom for being patient and understanding during this working vacation, Billy makes a note of the book Dom was admiring, and decides to order a copy for his lover to add to his personal collection.

The afternoon is completed by sitting through not one, but two seminars, and by the time they make their way out of the auditorium, both men are more than ready for the day to be over.

“There’s something I don’t understand. Back in March, how did you ever manage to get everything done in two days, when this is how full your schedule is?” Dom wonders aloud as they step into the lift to head back to their room.

Shifting the stack of reading material he’s carrying to one side, Billy wraps his free arm around Dom’s shoulders for a quick squeeze and then rubs the nape of his neck.

“I had incentive,” Billy explains, his breath catching when Dom shivers at his touch. “I wanted to get home to you as soon as possible.”

Billy is gazing intently at Dom’s seductive mouth when the lift bell chimes, informing them that they’ve arrived at their floor.

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Billy asks, nodding at the stack of reading material, catalogues and order sheets that Dom is carrying.

“I’m fine, Bills,” Dom assures him as they step around a maid’s cleaning cart, piled high with freshly folded towels, cleaning supplies and small bars of soap. “I’m used to carrying lots of textbooks at school, remember?”

“All right then. Just checking.”

“You worry too much,” Dom complains good-naturedly as they pause at the door to their hotel room and Billy digs into the pocket of his trousers for the plastic card key.

“Can’t help it,” Billy replies, swiping the card through the lock mechanism and holding the door open so Dom can enter before him. “I have this uncontrollable need to protect you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” Dom says softly, bracing the door with his foot to ensure that it doesn’t swing shut too quickly, smiling when Billy brushes a kiss across his cheek in thanks.

After emptying their armloads of reading material onto the small table by the window, Billy takes a seat and begins sorting it into piles while Dom slips out of his jumper and stretches out on the bed on his stomach.

“Is tomorrow going to be like today?” Dom inquires, placing his chin on the makeshift pillow of his folded arms as he watches his lover work.

“Aye, it is for you,” Billy replies, somewhat distracted by the small mountain of information in front of him. “I have meetings with distributors, but with some luck, I’ll have a few orders ready for the morning, and that’ll help lighten the load for Thursday.”

“Oh, okay.”

Dom hides his disappointment as best he can, as he’d hoped that they could do some exploring of London this evening, but it appears that Billy has other plans. Almost immediately, Dom feels a pang of resentment and he quickly pushes it away, reminding himself that this is a work function for Billy. After the convention is done, they’ll have several days together, just the two of them. He just has to be patient.

“I’m sorry if you’re bored.”

“S’all right, Bills,” Dom says with a small smile. “Besides, it’s just a couple more days.”

Rolling off the bed, Dom decides to search his belongings and find something to entertain himself so Billy won’t feel guilty about working and essentially leaving him alone. Over an hour passes while Billy pours over catalogues, making notes and filling out order forms and Dom is engrossed in a book Billy had recommended to him some time ago. Now that he’s completed his A levels, Dom is finally able to find the time to devote to reading it, along with a stack of other books sitting on his night stand back home in the flat they share. It’s only when Dom’s stomach rumbles quietly that he realizes the lateness of the hour. It’s well past half-six. When an idea comes to Dom, he smiles. Rising quickly to his feet and removing his glasses, Dom stretches his long arms above his head, giving Billy a tantalizing view of his toned stomach for a few seconds when his t-shirt rucks up to expose his navel.

“I’m going to go for a walk,” Dom announces, shifting and rolling his shoulders. “I’m kinda stiff from sitting so much this afternoon.”

“All right,” Billy replies, laying his pen down to give Dom his full attention. “Want me to come with you?”

“It’s all right. You have work to do,” Dom says gently. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

“Take your key,” Billy reminds him as Dom walks over to him, slipping his Man U jumper on over his t-shirt.

“Don’t work too hard, yeah?” Dom murmurs quietly before leaning down and brushing a kiss across Billy’s bow-shaped lips.

“I’ll try.”

With a final fond look, Dom slips out of their room and starts towards the lift, intent on putting his idea into action.

After ten minutes, Billy looks at his watch and frowns, wondering if he should’ve insisted that he accompany Dom, considering they’re in a strange city. Trying to push the thought aside, he concentrates on the work at hand, hoping to get it completed as quickly as possible so they can spend the remainder of the evening together. When twenty minutes have passed, Billy can’t resist the urge to call Dom’s mobile, only to discover that Dom left the sleek silver object beside his glasses on the night stand next to their bed. Billy spends the following ten minutes fidgeting and tapping his foot restlessly, telling himself that he’s overreacting. Dom is fine. He spent years alone, and can take care of himself.

Thirty-four minutes after he left their hotel room on his clandestine errand, Dom returns, rather surprised, having barely swiped his card through the electronic reader when his Scottish lover opens the door. Billy isn’t quite fast enough to hide the relief at seeing Dom back, safe and sound, and Dom can’t resist smiling tenderly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“No, I-”

“Bills,” Dom interrupts. “Please.”

“I know,” Billy says with a heavy sigh, stepping back and drawing Dom into the room. “I worry too much.”

“Only because you care about me,” Dom adds gently, leaning in to bring their lips together for a feathery kiss. “And I thank you for it.”

Finally focusing his attention on the brown paper bag in Dom’s arms, Billy arches an eyebrow.

“You bought something?”

“Yeah,” Dom replies. “Dinner.”

“What?”

“I thought you might be hungry.”

“But Dommie, I would’ve taken you out for a bite-”

“I know that,” the younger man interrupts. “But I also know you need to work, so I brought the food to you.”

“That was very sweet of you,” Billy comments, lifting the takeaway bag out of Dom’s arms and setting it on the table before cuddling Dom close, kissing his silky hair. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

After a moment they part, Billy clearing away his work papers as Dom heels off his trainers and pulls out the containers that hold their meals.

“Where did you go to get this?” Billy asks, his eyes widening at the wide selection of choices. “And how much did you order?”

“When we were having lunch at the café, I saw a little Italian restaurant on the corner,” Dom explains. “I was in there, looking at the menu, but I couldn’t decide on just two things for us, and then the waitress suggested that I narrow it down to four choices, and that they could make a quarter portion of each. So that’s what I did.”

“Sexy and brilliant,” Billy muses, reaching over and tousling Dom’s hair fondly.

“Lets eat,” Dom requests, sitting down and beckoning Billy to join him. “I’m starving.”

Digging into the fragrant dish of creamy fettuccine in front of him, Billy takes two bites before loading his fork and offering it to Dom, who laughs warmly as he opens his mouth to accept. Spearing some chicken parmesan with his fork, Dom reciprocates, then lifts his foot, sliding it between the edge of the chair and Billy’s thigh. The movement is not overtly sexual, but the perfect illustration of Dom’s need to be connected with his lover whenever the opportunity presents itself, and Billy is touched by the show of affection. Giving Dom a fond smile, Billy takes another bite of pasta while he strokes the top of Dom’s bare foot, fingertips slowly caressing Dom’s slender ankle.

Laying down his fork for a moment, Dom unwraps a slice of garlic toast, tearing off a small piece and reaching across the table to offer it to Billy, blushing when Billy’s pointy tongue swirls across his sensitized skin, then sucks on the tip of Dom’s index finger briefly. Unable to look away from one another for more than a few seconds, the lovers continue to share the meal, occasionally offering the other a bite of pasta, beef, vegetable or chicken, until all four containers are nearly empty, and both men have eaten their fill.

“That,” Billy remarks as he leans back and rubs his full stomach, “my Dommie, was a great idea. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Dom replies. “I know I did.”

“Tomorrow I’m going to take you out,” Billy promises.

“You don’t have to-”

“Dommie,” Billy warns. “I asked you to join me in London this week, and meals come as part of the package. Speaking of, how much did you pay for this?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dom says noncommittally.

“Now hold on,” Billy says, sitting up straight in his chair. “I really appreciate that you got us dinner, love, but this is a business trip. All expenses related to it are a tax right-off for me. For the shop.”

Mouth forming a perfectly round O, Dom finally understands. “Oh.”

“Did you get a receipt?”

“Yeah,” Dom says as he nods his head and then digs into his back pocket for his wallet.

“No, it’s okay,” Billy murmurs tenderly, reaching out to stop his lover. “We don’t have to deal with it tonight. Just make sure I get it, so I can-”

“I don’t want you to pay me back,” Dom says firmly. “I wanted to do this for you.”

Having slowly begun to accept Dom’s need to assert himself financially at certain times, Billy chooses not to argue with Dom, but instead gracefully accept his lover’s request.

“All right,” Billy agrees tenderly, taking one of Dom’s hands between both of his and squeezing gently. ”Thank you for dinner.”

“Let me clean this stuff up so you can get back to work,” Dom says quickly, rising to his feet, giving Billy’s small fingers a quick squeeze before they part.

“You don’t have to do that, Dommie,” Billy protests, standing up as well. “I can-”

“You’ve got work to do. It’s okay,” Dom insists. “I wanted to make sure that you ate, and now you have. You can get back to your catalogues and whatnot, and I have a book waiting for me.”

“I’m sorry I have to work,” Billy murmurs regretfully. “I-”

“Hey, I knew what to expect,” Dom interrupts, pressing a long finger to Billy’s cherubic lips briefly to quiet him. “It’s all right. Really.”

“Okay.”

Once the small table is cleared, food containers returned to the takeaway bag and the crumbs swept into the rubbish bin, Billy settles back into his paperwork while Dom stretches out on their large, comfortable bed, glasses perched on the end of his nose as he reads. While Billy is grateful that Dom is being so understanding, he can’t help but feel a wee bit guilty, wishing that they could be having fun together, instead of Dom attempting to entertain himself. Focusing on the work in front of him, Billy vows to get as much done as possible, so this won’t happen tomorrow.

Over two hours pass before Billy looks up again, only to discover that Dom is no longer sprawled on the bed, engrossed in his reading. The only evidence that Dom was there is a now closed book, and a pile of clothing that Billy recognizes as the items Dom was wearing earlier. With a frown creasing his brow as he looks around the room, it finally dawns on Billy that the shower is running in the loo. Before he knows what’s happening, Billy is walking across the room and pressing his fingertips against the door, causing it to silently swing open and steam to billow out, washing over his face and chest in a warm wave. In a matter of seconds, Billy slips inside and closes the door behind him to keep the moist heat inside, and when his vision adjusts, he gazes hungrily at the gorgeous view of his naked lover beneath the hot spray.

Unaware that he’s being watched, Dom braces his hands on the tile wall, his head down, the water pouring over his neck and back, sluicing down his slender frame as the last of the shampoo lather rinses away. Rolling his shoulders to loosen the tense muscles, Dom sighs under his breath before raising his head to soak his hair under the spray once again. The cocoon of wet heat feels heavenly, almost perfect. Even after months of enjoying all the hot showers he could possibly want, Dom still relishes in the experience as if it were the first time, and he knows that the only thing that could make it better is if Billy was here to share it with him. Dom arches his back so the water pulses against his chest and down his flat belly, then starts to reach for the shower gel, only to stop short when he catches a flash of dark color out of the corner of his eye.

Through the haze of steam, Dom’s desire-filled gaze locks with Billy’s and he turns slowly to face his lover, fingers sliding sensuously over his wet skin, watching Billy’s eyes follow the path of his hands as he traces the muscles of his stomach, pausing to tease at his navel. Never looking away for an instant, Billy begins opening his shirt, peeling it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor before reaching for the button and fly of his trousers. His boxer shorts and socks quickly follow, and with every inch of pale skin revealed, Dom’s desire rises, the need for Billy’s touch causing his hands to tremble against his stomach, his body vibrate, knowing that they’ll be together very soon.

Once his clothing has been kicked away, Billy closes the distance between them, opening the glass door and slipping inside the shower, directly under the spray.

“Hi,” Billy says softly, his hands sliding deftly around Dom’s narrow waist, his fingertips caressing Dom’s sexy back dimples.

“I thought you were working,” Dom replies, a touch breathless as he’s gently urged forward, their bodies meeting from chest to thigh, arousals rubbing and teasing erotically.

“I was. Then I missed you.”

“Oh, okay,” Dom murmurs with a seductive smile. “Hi.”

Tipping his head to one side, Dom sighs wantonly when Billy’s pointy tongue slides between his parted lips and his hands cup the sweet curve of Dom’s arse, bringing their erections together firmly. Dom wraps his arms around Billy’s shoulders and sinks into the embrace, fervently returning his lover’s affection as they writhe together, hungry for each others touch, never wanting the incredible sensations to end. All day they’ve wanted to touch, and now they finally have the chance.

Intoxicated at the way Dom has surrendered to his touch, mewling and clutching at Billy’s biceps as their bodies rock together, the Scotsman slides one hand down to Dom’s left thigh, tugging gently until the long limb is wrapped snugly around his waist. Billy smiles when Dom whimpers his protest when their lips part, only to then breathlessly gasp Billy’s name when his mouth attaches itself to Dom’s smooth throat, kissing, licking, nibbling and sucking in wild abandon as his hips move seductively. Just when he thinks he can’t take anymore, Dom suddenly bucks up into Billy’s touch when small fingers tighten around his throbbing arousal, squeezing and stroking in a rhythm that unravels his control with astonishing speed.

Unable to resist the urge to taste the tantalizing display before him, Billy slides down to his knees, adjusting Dom’s leg so it’s resting on his shoulder, then slides a slick digit between Dom’s cheeks, fingering his tight entrance and groaning with pleasure when he presses inside with little resistance. Billy braces one hand against Dom’s heaving chest and rubs a sensitive nipple into a hard peak, then swirls his pointy tongue around the head of Dom’s erection before parting his lips and taking the younger man into his mouth. A moment later, Dom’s long fingers card through Billy’s damp, ginger hair, moaning when Billy begins to suck, long and deep, his tongue a sensual weapon on Dom’s aroused flesh.

Pinned to the tile wall, the hot water pouring over their intimately linked bodies, Dom is helplessly lost in the lush, wet vice of his lover’s cherubic mouth, his leg shaking beneath him while the gentle petting of the tiny bundle of nerves inside him overwhelms his senses. Dom is given a moment of reprieve when Billy’s finger withdraws, but then two digits slide in to replace it, increasing his pleasure. He’s only able to hang on and enjoy the ride as he’s stroked, sucked and petted to completion, flung out into the heavens, and Dom’s nearly sobbing cry of release echoes in the small space.

Hand splayed over the wild throbbing of Dom’s heart, Billy doesn’t begin to slow the rhythm of his mouth until he feels Dom’s intimate warmth pulse over his tongue and the younger man sways unsteadily, trying to brace himself against the tile so he doesn’t fall. Allowing Dom’s now softening flesh to slip free, Billy rises to his feet and gathers Dom close, supporting his slight weight.

“I’m sorry,” Dom gasps, his head dropping forward to rest on Billy’s shoulder as his chest heaves, trying to draw oxygen into his lungs.

“For what?” Billy asks with a fond smile, body shaking with mirth.

“I tried to hold on,” Dom pants against Billy’s wet skin. “As long as I could, but it just felt so-”

“I’ll take it as a compliment, love,” Billy soothes, kissing Dom’s temple and stroking his back. “As long as you liked it.”

Lifting his head unsteadily and focusing on the green pools of Billy’s beautiful green eyes, Dom smiles. “It was amazing. Another first.”

“Mmmm,” Billy hums as he guides Dom’s head back down to his shoulder and presses his lips to the nape of Dom’s slender neck. “Even better.”

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Billy slides his hands over the narrow expanse of Dom’s back, swaying from side to side, ever so gently.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Billy asks finally.

“Yeah,” Dom replies. “Bed?”

“Sounds good.”

Twisting off the taps and throwing the room into silence, Billy keeps a possessively protective arm around Dom’s waist, holding him close as they emerge from the shower. Billy cuddles Dom to his chest as he reaches over to grab a fluffy, cream-colored towel from a nearby shelf, shaking open the folds before enveloping his lover in the softness. Humming his pleasure at the sensation of Billy rubbing him down and wiping away the droplets of water clinging to his bare skin, Dom looks up into Billy’s eyes, the aftershocks of orgasm still rippling through his limbs. The contentment and pleasure is clear in Dom’s soft expression, and Billy can’t resist kissing the tip of his squashed up nose before rubbing the towel over his silky blonde hair, leaving it in a sensual, chaotic tumble.

“What?” Dom asks quietly when he realizes that Billy is watching him.

“You’re beautiful,” Billy says simply.

Blushing shyly and lowering his gaze, Dom slides his fingers over Billy’s hips, then moves one hand between their bodies.

“You didn’t c-”

“I know,” Billy interrupts, stilling Dom’s hand against his slightly curved belly. “It’s okay.”

“You don’t want me to?” Gnawing on his lower lip, Dom can’t hide the uncertainty in his eyes.

“Love, you can barely stand,” Billy soothes. “Besides, we’re getting cold, and the bed is more comfortable than this tile floor.”

Disappointed that Billy doesn’t want him to reciprocate, Dom nods; shivering in the cooling air as Billy quickly dries himself off and tosses the towel over the rod hanging on the wall. Dom is preparing to follow Billy once he turns to leave the loo, and he squeaks with surprise when instead Billy scoops him up and starts to carry him out into the bedroom.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Dom demands. “Put me down before you hurt your back!”

“I’m taking you to bed, Dommie,” Billy replies hoarsely before covering Dom’s lips with his own and kissing him hungrily. “To make love to you.”

Whimpering at the passionate onslaught of his lover’s mouth, Dom slides his fingers around the nape of Billy’s neck and returns the kiss, realization dawning that the romantic portion of the evening is not over yet. Not by a long shot.

Trailing warm, wet kisses across Billy’s scruffy cheek and rosy lips as he’s cradled to his lover’s chest, Dom smiles when he feels the coverlet press against his bare back. The lovers part just long enough to peel back the sheets, and then Billy is sliding between Dom’s widely parted thighs, mouths fusing together for long, erotic kisses, limbs entwining, hands greedily exploring. When Billy’s tongue begins lapping at the throbbing pulse in his neck, Dom gropes blindly for the bottle of lubricant he placed in the top drawer of the night stand and presses it into Billy’s waiting hand.

“Want you, Bills,” he moans breathlessly. “So much.”

A whimpering gasp of pleasure bubbles up in Dom’s throat when he feels Billy’s small slicked fingers at his entrance, rubbing in slow circles, gently stretching the tight ring of muscle, continuing what he started in the shower.

“Hurry,” Dom begs shamelessly, his renewing erection pressing firmly against Billy’s furry belly, lavishing him with delicious friction. “Need you inside.”

“Soon, love,” Billy promises.

Sharp teeth close gently over the hard peak of a nipple and Billy sucks ravenously as he adds a third finger, stroking and stretching Dom until he can move with ease. Only then does Billy pull back to slick his aching hardness, gazing at Dom sprawled wantonly before him, eyes dark with arousal and body trembling with need.

“C’mere,” Dom breathes. “Touch me.” And then Billy is stretching over him, easing into the exquisite heat of his lover’s intimate embrace.

Dom arches his spine into a sensual bow as Billy slides in deep, all the way to the hilt, small hands caressing his slender hips and flat belly. When Dom’s long legs are wrapped around Billy’s waist and they’ve found the perfect position, Billy begins to thrust in slow, rolling motions, sliding over Dom’s sweet spot repeatedly, causing him to mewl and writhe in ecstasy. Nearly incoherent words tumble from Dom’s rosy lips, long fingers gripping Billy’s biceps as they move together, but it’s the look in Dom’s eyes that tells Billy everything he needs to know.

“Closer,” Dom rasps, hands tugging insistently at Billy, attempting to pull him forward. “Mouth. Kiss.”

For a moment Billy is confused, and then he understands Dom’s breathless request, an idea springing to mind. Halting the rhythm of his thrusts temporarily, Billy slips an arm around Dom’s waist, drawing him up off the bed so their chests are pressed together, Dom’s weight resting on his thighs. The change in position draws a ragged moan of pleasure from the younger man, and Dom clings to Billy as he carefully moves up the bed, until Dom’s back is nearly touching the headboard. Billy dips his head and gently nibbles on his lover’s neck while he grabs a pillow and places it between Dom and the polished wood, ensuring he’ll be comfortable. Relaxing slightly, Dom leans back against the feathery softness and looks intently at Billy, shifting slightly and then moaning at the sensation of Billy buried deep inside him.

“Good?” Billy murmurs gently, small fingers trailing up and Dom’s torso, stroking and caressing.

Unable to speak, Dom nods unsteadily, tipping his head to one side and offering his throat as Billy resumes the body-shuddering, tender rocking of his hips. The pleasure is so exquisite and intense that Dom can’t hold back the cries of ecstasy as Billy thrusts so lovingly into the velvet clench of his body, long, elegant fingers clutching at the rippling muscles in Billy’s back. The perfection of the intimate act is made complete by the deep, green-eyes of Billy, gazing at Dom as their lips meet and part in long, wet, breathless kisses.

Sensing Dom’s urgency, Billy increases the speed of his movements, vaguely aware of the headboard making contact with the wall as their bodies come together. Body shaking when orgasm overtakes him once again, Dom stiffens and arches into his lover’s touch, crying out loudly as hot pulses of his release slicks their bellies. The sensation of Dom climaxing against him is more than enough to drive Billy over the edge of completion, his intimate warmth pouring out in several passionate thrusts before the lovers fall into one another, clinging to damp, sated skin and panting for breath.

Eventually, Billy regains his strength enough to shift on the bed and lower Dom to the mattress, smiling fondly at his spent lover when he mewls quietly in distress at losing the intimate contact of their joined bodies. Stretching out on his side after turning off the overhead light, Billy cuddles Dom to his chest, their lips meeting and parting gently, lazily kissing and cuddling until exhaustion overtakes them both and they fall asleep, coverlet tucked snugly around them as they curl up in each others arms.

Nearly half an hour passes before Billy awakens, his eyelids fluttering open slowly. Sighing to himself after he looks at the clock, illuminated by the small lamp on the table by the window, Billy knows that despite what he told Dom, and how much he doesn’t want to move, he really does need to get back to work. Tomorrow is going to be a very busy day, and he needs to be prepared.

Shifting slowly and carefully as not to disturb his sleeping lover, Billy slips silently out of bed and pads over to the table, not bothering to draw on clothing as he sits down and resumes reading and making notes. The room is silent, save for the sound of breathing and Billy’s pen on the pad of paper before him, the lights in the room low, as Billy hopes not to disturb Dom’s peaceful sleep. Billy has no idea how much time has passed when Dom’s breathing catches and then changes, and he shifts on the bed, lifting his tousled head off the pillow to peer around the room in confusion.

“Hey,” Billy says softly when Dom’s sleepy eyes find his.

“What are you doing?” Dom asks, fighting back a yawn. “Come to bed.”

“I’m almost done. Go back to sleep, Dommie,” Billy instructs gently. “It’s okay.”

Scrubbing a hand over his face to clear away the cobwebs, Dom turns on the lamp above his head before he kicks back the coverlet and walks unsteadily over to where Billy is sitting, his eyes half-lidded against the new brightness in the room. Billy’s breath catches in his throat at the sight of Dom’s bare, slender body drawing closer to him, and the urge is strong to take the younger man into his arms, and say to Hell with work.

Offering his outstretched hand, Dom tips his head to one side before murmuring, “Come back to bed. It’s late.”

“Soon,” Billy promises. “I just need to finish-”

“Now,” Dom retorts firmly, wrapping his fingers around Billy’s small wrist and tugging.

“I have work to do. It’s all right. I’m used to getting less sleep on these trips.”

“Bring it with you.”

Arching an eyebrow at the counteroffer, Billy gathers up a few catalogues with his imprisoned hand before switching out the light with the other, and then allows himself to be led back to bed. Billy can’t help but smile at Dom’s drowsy insistence as he’s maneuvered onto the mattress, and watches Dom stretch out alongside him, his blonde head coming to rest on Billy’s furry chest. Finally, Dom slips an arm around Billy’s waist and closes his eyes, seemingly content to allow Billy to work, as long as they’re snuggled together, warm and comfortable.

“Better?” Billy inquires teasingly, shielding Dom’s eyes as he adjusts the lamp above him onto the lowest setting.

“Much. Sleep better with you touching me.”

Pressing a feathery kiss to Dom’s tousled hair, Billy opens a catalogue with one hand and begins to read, his fingers sliding up and down the length of Dom’s narrow back, caressing the soft, bare skin until Dom is once again, fast asleep.

It’s nearly midnight before Billy completes his work, and after carefully sliding the glossy pages over onto the night stand for safekeeping, he reaches up to the small lamp overhead. Switching off the light and throwing the room into darkness, he then shifts until Dom is sprawled over him and the coverlet has been tugged over their bare skin. A fond kiss is pressed to Dom’s forehead before Billy closes his eyes and surrenders to exhaustion.

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Rising from the depths of sleep and the erotic dream he’s been enjoying, Billy smiles when he feels Dom’s tongue lapping at the hollow of his throat, and long fingers stroking his rapidly stiffening, morning erection.

“Dommie,” he breathes, arching his back. “What you doing?”

“Just saying good morning,” Dom murmurs against damp skin, his teeth nipping gently at Billy’s collarbone.

“C’mere.”

Acquiescing to his lover’s request, Dom brings their lips together as his hand moves in a tantalizing, seductive rhythm, the long, smooth strokes twisting slightly at the end, while the pad of his thumb swirls over Billy’s sensitive tip. Groaning at the sensation, Billy’s small fingers grip Dom’s bicep and a leg wraps around the younger man’s body, their lips meeting and parting in passionate kisses as Billy thrusts desperately into Dom’s tight fist.

“That’s it, Bills,” Dom croons in his ear, tearing his mouth away to suck at the erratic pulse throbbing in Billy’s neck. “Let me hear you.”

Watching Billy writhe wildly and arch his back as his hips roll back and forth, Dom can’t resist ducking his head to lap at a neglected nipple, and then suck the rosy peak into his hot, wet mouth.

“Dommie,” Billy cries out brokenly, long pulses of glittering fluid slicking their bellies as orgasm claims him.

Gently releasing his hold on the now softening flesh, Dom slides down Billy’s heaving chest and quivering belly to lap at the salty fluid, carefully licking his lover clean. When he’s completed his task, Dom looks up to discover Billy watching him through sated, sleepy eyes, a hand reaching out to smooth Dom’s wild hair back off his face.

“That was-” Struggling to form words, Billy trails off. “I mean-”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Dom interrupts gently. “Now close your eyes.”

“Isn’t it time to get up?” Blinking in an effort to make his eyes focus, Billy starts to look over his shoulder at the clock, but Dom’s fingers on his scruffy cheek stop him.

“Not yet,” Dom whispers, drawing the coverlet up over Billy’s pale shoulder and kissing the tip of his small, perfect nose. “Go back to sleep. Dream of us, making love.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Billy agrees sleepily, already having lost the battle and sliding back into slumber, where another Dom awaits his return, arms open and bare skin waiting for Billy’s sensuous touch. “Dommie.”

Waiting quietly until Billy’s breathing is deep and even, body limp and relaxed, Dom stealthily slips off the bed and walks over to the table, lifting the phone off the hook to ensure there are no disruptions to Billy’s rest. Their wake up call isn’t scheduled for another hour, and Dom wants to give Billy a good start to the morning, since he was up so late the night before.

Dom slips into the loo to shave, brush his teeth and clean up, dressing quickly in the clothes he’d collected from the bureau. When he returns to the bedroom, Billy has shifted so he’s sprawled on Dom’s side of the bed, his soft, whistling snore causing Dom to smile fondly. After ensuring that Billy is comfortable and keeping warm with the coverlet tucked around him, Dom replaces the phone back in the cradle for a moment, then lifts the receiver to his ear and dials a number.

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The delicate aroma of tea drifts over Billy’s cherubic mouth and when his eyes flutter open, he’s greeted with the sight of Dom laying out the final touches of their cozy meal by the window.

“What did you do?” he rasps as he shifts on the bed and pushes himself up onto one elbow. “Dommie?”

“I thought a quiet breakfast would be nice,” Dom replies with a soft smile. “Nothing fancy. Just something we would have at home.”

“You didn’t have to do that, love,” Billy murmurs, his pulse fluttering when Dom walks over to him and perches on the edge of the bed. “But thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Dom says before leaning forward and dipping his head. “Good morning.”

Lips meet in a familiar, playful kiss, the tip of Dom’s tongue tracing the bow of Billy’s upper lip.

“C’mon, Bills,” Dom says after reluctantly bringing the intimate exchange to an end and pulling back before he’s tempted to slide in beside his lover and fool around. “I don’t want anything to get cold.”

Billy watches Dom for a few seconds as he walks back over to the table, then kicks back the coverlet, standing up and stretching his arms above his head before realizing that he’s completely starkers. Having grown up in Scotland, where it was cool and damp so much of the time, Billy formed the habit early on in life of wearing pajamas to bed, but since he and Dom have resumed their very active sex life, it’s becoming almost commonplace for him to sleep naked, no matter the temperature outside. Dom always keeps him warm.

Smiling fondly at the memory of their passionate lovemaking the previous night, Billy quickly finds a fresh pair of boxers in the bureau and draws them on, along with a hotel robe before taking a seat across the table from Dom. When he realizes what Dom has ordered, his smile grows. Tea with milk and honey for Billy, coffee for himself, and porridge for two.

“You could’ve ordered something else,” Billy says quietly as Dom starts to dig into his bowl of oatmeal.

“It’s all right,” Dom replies, shyly meeting Billy’s eyes. “It’s kinda growing on me. Reminds me of how you took care of me, showed me how much you cared, right from the start.”

“Oh,” Billy breathes, touched by the warmth and affection in his lover’s expression. “Well then, I’m glad.”

“Eat,” Dom instructs, gesturing at Billy’s bowl with his spoon, and he obeys, digging into the hot cereal.

“Dommie,” Billy says after a few mouthfuls. “Today is going to be busy-”

“I know,” Dom interjects. “I understand.”

“It’ll all be done tomorrow afternoon,” Billy continues. “Would you like to go out to some place nice, to celebrate with me? Start off our holiday, after the work is over?”

“Of course,” Dom replies softly. “Anything you want.”

“Okay then,” Billy decides with a swift nod. “Tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night,” Dom agrees, then focuses his attention back to his food, happy that Billy is already making plans for them for when the convention is over.

Dom can’t help blushing a little when Billy reaches across the table to give his free hand a squeeze, the desire unmistakable in his eyes.

“You keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it to tonight, let alone tomorrow,” Dom warns, his voice hoarse and eyes smoldering with heat.

“Well, we can’t have that,” Billy remarks, his teasing smile causing Dom to laugh before they resume eating.

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Chapter 16
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