Fic: Cordelia's Choice

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Title: Cordelia's Choice
Author: Blackbird Song
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: A load of old codswallop. No money is made, no disrespect intended.
Request: Billy/?: The fellowship try to determine who's the most convincing actor by attempting to seduce Billy. The set up: drunken Friday night at home in New Zealand. The game: take turns playacting a plausible seduction (bonus if a giggling though horny Lijah makes drink come out his nose). First time. [Note: Eventual winner is writer's choice.*goddompleasedom*][Request by Jenna]

They were all at Dom’s place. It slept nine, after all, so it made sense. At least, that’s what Dom had told them. In the end, ‘all’ of the Fellowship had meant the Hobbits, the Men, the Wizard, the ever-present Elf and the Dwarf. The one representing that size, that is: Brett Beattie, the stalwart double who did both John Rhys-Davies’s size and stunt work, often at great cost to his dodgy knees.

And Brett it was who now faced his doom in the game his host and Orli had set up. He really hadn’t been in favour of doing this, especially as Billy had been so uneasy about it. However, he also hadn’t been in favour of leaving just then, which he would have been forced to do, had he declined. They’d drawn lots for the order in which they’d go and he’d drawn number one. Or rather, number one had been thrust upon him, since he hadn’t put his hand in Dom’s hat.

“Come on, Brett, up you go,” chivvied Orli, pulling him up with well-hidden care.

Brett acknowledged his gratitude in a look that passed (he hoped) unnoticed by anyone other than the two of them. Orlando Bloom had been very considerate of him, particularly when his knee problems had surfaced. They shared a tendency towards injury, which along with the hours spent on the same horse (real or phoney-pony) cemented a bond between them and they’d become fast friends. However, he couldn’t, at this moment, quite forgive Orli for having set them all up this way, so he glared at him just before he limped over to Billy’s ‘throne’ (a ratty old wing chair that Dom had rescued from the tip) and cleared his throat.

“Billy...” He swallowed, feeling a bit sick. Then he remembered his training and lifted his head, transforming himself. “William,” he said, intoning Gimli as best he could, “you’re a great bloke and a right sexy fellow, and I never thought I’d be saying this to another man, but I’d be honoured if you’d bugger me senseless. And I have the advantage of being considerably shorter than all the rest of these manky pillocks,” he added, drawing himself up to his full height of four-foot-ten.

“Pathetic!” yelled Bean.

“Now, now, have a little patience,” said Ian, sporting an indulgent smirk. “What Mr. Beattie lacks in subtlety, he makes up for in honest efficiency.”

Brett stood his ground and awaited Billy’s verdict as the others laughed and scoffed.

“Brett,” said Billy with a smile, “I’m touched by your honesty, and your courage, but I think not. Besides, you’re too good looking for me.”

“Aye,” said Brett, still sporting his best (and most relieved) Gimli impression, “That I am!”

The rest of the crew shouted cheers (Elijah, Sean Astin, Viggo and Ian) and cries of ‘Rubbish!’ (Bean, Dom, and Orli.) Billy remained silent, an enigmatic smile on his face.

Brett hobbled back to his chair, settling with difficulty and a bit of help from Orli, and watched with amusement as Sean Astin hove into view.

“Billy?” He stroked Billy’s hand. “You’re a gorgeous” (he kissed the back of it) “sexy” (the palm) “man, and if I weren’t married,” (he sucked a fingertip into his mouth) “to both Christine” (he punctuated each word with another fingertip) “and Elijah” (a salacious ‘Ooo-oooh!’ from the audience as he sucked on the heel of Billy’s hand), “I just want you to know that I’d be doing this” (he sat on the arm of Billy’s chair and bent in for a long, slow, deep kiss) “at least ten times a day for the foreseeable future.”

The stunned silence was followed by an eruption of cheers and catcalls the like of which Brett had never imagined in his all-too-brief dealings with the American actor. He watched as Sean pulled away. Then the noise redoubled as Billy pulled him back in and snogged him senseless. When Sean was at last released, he staggered back with what could only be described as a goofy grin, no matter what coast of the Pacific one inhabited, and gazed at Billy through the din.

“That one’s going to be hard to top,” managed Billy, a bit out of breath. “I’ll let you know later. What’s your number, again?”

Sean beamed at him and returned to his place next to Elijah, who attempted a high-five that missed Sean’s hand and connected with his shoulder, instead, prompting a comfy hug and a kiss that missed Sean’s cheek and hit his lips.

Elijah cackled. “Who’s next?”

“You are, you googly-eyed Yank,” scoffed Bean, pushing Elijah.

Brett stifled a laugh as the movie’s Frodo, epitome of care and tortured virtue, lurched forward, soused beyond belief on nearly two beers. Better than Orli, though, who’d be out on a shandy.

Beer bottle still in hand, Elijah tottered over to Billy, resembling nothing so much as a drunken butterfly meandering across a country lane, and seated himself right in his lap. He pressed his forehead to Billy’s, giggling. “Never done this before,” he slurred, blushing, settling himself more firmly against Billy in what Brett could only view as a wanton thrust. He took a swig of his beer, tilting back so far that Billy had to catch him in his arms before he fell straight back.

“Hello,” said Billy, nose to nose with Elijah, “Fancy meeting you here!”

Elijah giggled so hard that much of his last swallow of beer sprayed through his nose and over Billy’s face.

“It wasn’t that funny,” said Billy, making Elijah (and the audience) laugh even harder.

“Yes, it was!” Dom’s shout penetrated the catcalls from the audience.

Elijah made a clumsy attempt at wiping off Billy’s face, which Billy thwarted when Elijah’s thumb was a millimetre from his right eye. “Billllzzy... You’re really cute, you know? And I’m ffUCKing horny! And I think I may be druk. Drunk...”

“Ya think?” quipped Sean, with more than a little affection.

“More’n a little, Elwood,” drawled Viggo.

“You’re sozzled, dear boy,” smirked Ian.

“Trolleyed,” goaded Bean.

“Trousered,” agreed Billy. “But you’re quite fetching, in your own way-”

Elijah cut him off by sticking his tongue down Billy’s throat in a very clumsy but enthusiastic snog.

“Haven’t you remembered anything Sean’s taught you?” jeered Dom.

“Seeann?” taunted the audience.

Brett looked at Sean, who was turning pink.

“Well, I can’t help it if I need constant practice,” said Elijah, giving Billy the perfect opportunity to set the lad back onto the floor.

“Well, why don’t you get some more in, and then we’ll discuss the matter further, all right?” Billy smiled at Elijah, who looked a little crestfallen before he brightened and wobbled back to sit in Sean’s lap.

“Go on, then, Beansie, you’re next,” said Orli.

Bean sneered in Orli’s general direction and swaggered forward.

“I think I might just be a bit afraid of you,” said Billy, looking up as Bean loomed over him.

“Don’t be,” murmured Bean, the gentleness in his voice startling everyone except, Brett noted, Viggo and Ian. He took Billy by the hand and pulled him gently from his wing chair, leading him over to the couch. “All right, you lot, hop it!” He twitched his head to one side, and Sean and Elijah left it as quickly as they could, Elijah tripping over everything in his path and a number of things that weren’t.

“Lie down, Billy,” commanded Bean, quietly.

Billy lay on his side, looking at Bean, holding himself at ease.

“On your front, mate.”

Billy sized Bean up and complied, never taking his eyes off him.

Brett shifted to ease his knee, and caught Dom looking at them with a coiled tension that belied the smirk on his face.

Bean sat on the edge of the sofa. “Budge up, a bit.”

Billy edged closer to the back of the couch, still looking at his would-be seducer.

Bean rolled up his sleeves and cracked his knuckles, and then started to massage Billy’s shoulders. “You’ve been working hard, mate,” he said, voice soft and low. “I’ve seen how much effort you put into your training, your acting, keeping an even keel.”

Billy groaned under the touch, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“I’ve seen that vein throbbing in your neck.” Bean’s fingers reached over Billy’s shoulders and down his neck as he worked slowly, soothing bunched muscles.

The room had gone silent, Elijah resting against Sean Astin on the floor, and Orli’s arm draped over Brett’s shoulders. Dom stood close to Viggo, glaring at Bean despite the calm presence next to him. Ian steepled his fingers and gazed at Bean and Billy with a small, sweet smile. Brett swallowed.

“I’ve seen the set of your shoulders and back,” Bean continued, massaging slowly down Billy’s back. “You need a bit more care, you do. But you’re too manly to admit it. ’S one of the things I like about you. You may be small, but you’re all man, a good bloke to go down the pub with and have a pint or two, check out the birds, shoot some pool.” He spoke slowly, voice like velvet, as he worked his way down to the waist and buttocks, cupping and squeezing them as Billy groaned.

Orli’s arm drew unconsciously closer about Brett’s shoulders, and Brett stole a look back over at Dom, who was starting to move towards the couch until Viggo grasped his shoulder and muttered something in his ear. Dom stiffened and looked for a moment as though he would kill someone, but then forced himself quite visibly to relax.

Bean bent down over Billy, smoothing his hands up and down over his back and arms in long, slow strokes. He spoke into Billy’s ear. “You’re also dead sexy, and I’d love to do this for you again, with or without your clothes on.”

He sat by Billy for a long moment then, simply stroking his back and helping him to relax.

Billy reached for Bean’s hand and squeezed it.

“Need a hand up, Bill?”

“Mmm...”

Bean supported Billy as he sat up, then rose and gave him a steady pull. They looked at each other for a moment, and then Billy stepped towards Bean and they were embracing.

“Thanks, mate,” murmured Billy.

“Any time,” said Bean.

They released each other and Billy went back to his chair.

A collective breath was released in the room, and a round of applause began and built up steam until everyone was clapping and hooting.

Brett looked at Dom, whose applause was as tepid as his smile was hollow.

Orlando squeezed Brett’s shoulder. “Looks like I’m on, though I’ve no idea how to follow that,” he said, ruefully.

Brett grinned at him. “You’ll find a way, laddie.”

“I do wish you’d stop doing Gimli like that,” said Orli, with a slight frown. “ ‘Laddie’ just doesn’t sound quite right in a Kiwi accent.” He winked at Brett and approached Billy.

Brett watched as Orli considered and decided upon his attack.

“I knew we’d be great friends as soon as we met at Heathrow,” said Orli, smiling. “We shared a taste in clothing...”

“Call that shite clothing?” Dom’s jeer wafted over the cackles and caterwauls of the audience.

“Just ignore him,” said Orli, conversationally. “You and I always pull more birds than he does.”

“You’re doing well so far, lad,” winked Billy.

Dom scowled.

“Anyway, you made a long flight seem short, and it was worth the hangover to celebrate your birthday with you in mid-air. And I think by the time we landed here, I’d fallen a little bit in love with you.” The faintest hint of a blush crept up under the olive skin. “Which isn’t usual for me. Falling for a man, I mean. I fall in love at first sight a lot. Which I didn’t with you, except...” The blush intensified. “Oh, bollocks!” He took Billy’s hand and held onto it, as though to a lifeline. “The point is, you’re a wonderful guy, and I love going out with you and these other bastards, and I just... Well, I love you.” He kissed Billy’s hand, fervently.

Billy stroked Orli’s Mohawk and cupped his face, tipping his chin up. “Orli, love, I’m touched, really. But you still can’t have my joggies.”

Orli blinked as the audience muttered its confusion. Then he laughed, his face relaxing.

Billy threw his arms around him and thumped his back, whispering something in his ear that made him blush again.

“Hoy, Vig! It’s your go, mate,” shouted Orli on his way back to his spot next to Brett.

Viggo squeezed Dom’s shoulder and rounded Billy’s chair to face him. “Let’s dance,” he rasped, pulling Billy up before he could protest and starting a Viennese waltz.

“What on-Vig! There’s no room! We’ll-”

“Crash into people? Probably. Unless they move.”

The onlookers on the floor scattered and made space.

“You don’t take enough chances,” growled Viggo. “You gotta let yourself get swept up in the moment. Feel like you’re flying.”

“I don’t like heights-”

“But you like driving fast,” Viggo turned him under his arm and then led him in the other direction. “Just imagine moving like that under your own power, or with someone else. I’ve got you, Bill. I won’t let you fall, as long as you move with me.”

As Viggo moved and spoke, Brett saw a light spark in Billy’s eyes, and all at once they were moving as one, and the audience was humming the skater’s waltz. When that had started, Brett had no idea. He knew only that he was humming in time and key with everyone else, and they were all swaying in time to it as Viggo and Billy danced.

Then, Viggo slowed down and changed the dance to a slow rumba. Elijah eeled his way to the stereo and thumbed through the changer and discs, and put on something slow and sensuous that Brett didn’t recognize.

“Viggo...”

“Change is good for the soul,” said Viggo, deep and quiet. “You wouldn’t be here without it.”

“I-”

“Can’t be creative without it. Can’t find yourself if you don’t let yourself change. Can’t find love if you don’t find yourself.” Viggo bent his head, looking for all the world as though he were going to kiss Billy, but he whispered in his ear, instead and then sucked his earlobe between his teeth and pulled slowly, silkily down as Billy threw his head back and gasped.

The music ended, at last, and Viggo stepped back from Billy, who was flushed and panting, staring at Viggo.

Viggo nodded at Billy, and Brett watched him return to Dom, whose gaze was inscrutable.

“Well... I don’t really know what to say to that,” said Billy, unsteadily, passing a hand over his brow. “But the next bloke who tries to dance with me is going to be the girl.” He found his way back to his chair and sank into it. “How many more of you are there?”

“Just Ian,” said Dom, jerking his thumb in the Wizard’s direction.

“Oh, no, dear boy, I drew the last place. Which, I believe,” drawled Ian, with a slow, knowing smile, “puts you next, Dominic.”

Dom shot a glare at Ian, who held it.

A low, anticipatory “Ooooh...” circled the room at the face-off. Brett wondered if Dom would really be stupid enough to deliberately flout the authority of one of Britain’s foremost actors at this early stage of his career. Anybody else would be instantly intimidated, of course, but Dom always made defiance an open question.

Brett’s attention turned to Billy, who couldn’t see Dom as he stood behind the chair. Billy was looking at Ian. Billy was looking worried in a way that he hadn’t so far, but which Brett thought betrayed the way he’d been feeling through the evening.

After an interminable silence, as volumes were spoken between Ian and Dom, the latter sighed, deflating. He rounded Billy’s chair and faced him. “Christ, Bill, I’m sorry I got you into this,” he said, looking down. “Look, I can’t do this, yeah? Just...” he reached for Billy’s hand and then pulled back. “I love you.” He clenched his mouth shut, patted twice on the arm of Billy’s chair and left the room.

“Dom...”

Billy’s quiet call was drowned out in the murmur of confusion that swept the room, and before Brett could breathe, Ian was standing.

“Well, now,” he said, his voice ringing a hush to those remaining in the room, “it seems as though we’ve saved the best for last.” He smiled and strode towards Billy.

Billy swallowed, very uncomfortable, now.

“Billy, you’ve been a very good sport about all of this, and I can’t say that you don’t tempt me, even though you’re not really my type, but I’m not going to try to seduce you. Not, that is, unless you are foolish enough to make the wrong decision. You’re very popular, dear boy, well liked and even loved. But there is one person here who should clearly win, both for the honesty and verisimilitude of his performance, and I have good reason to believe that you know who that is. And lest you need help or advice, I’d suggest that you look to the plays of Shakespeare, particularly King Lear, a part to which you should aspire when you are several decades older than you are now. You are familiar with that work, are you not?”

“Yes, of course,” said Billy.

“Look to Act I, Scene i. And all the rest of you should do the same,” admonished Ian, drawing himself to his full height and pointing a finger in a circle at the other six. “If nothing else, it might help some of you,” he looked pointedly at Elijah and Sean, “to manage the bloody language of this film.” He held the collective gaze for a moment before turning back to Billy. “Now, dear boy, I’m going to make my apologies to our host and go home. I’ve a delicious young man awaiting me there, and I’m going to take some of what I’ve seen here and apply it to him, quite liberally.” He kissed Billy’s cheek and held his gaze for a long moment, before nodding his satisfaction and leaving the room.

“I think I’m going to follow Sir Ian’s example and leave, as well,” said Brett, heaving himself out of his chair with a hand from Orli. He said goodbye to Billy and the others, and left to follow the sounds of Ian and Dom in the kitchen.

“Thanks, Ian,” Dom was saying.

“Nonsense, Dominic. A little clarity is always of benefit, no matter the result. And now, I really must be going. My young man awaits.”

“Dirty bugger,” said Dom, affectionately.

“Oh, I do hope he is!”

Brett entered as Ian hugged Dom and kissed his forehead. “Dom, I’m leaving, too, mate. Thanks for the party.”

“You’re welcome, Brett,” said Dom. “Thanks for coming. Hope your knee feels better, soon.”

“Oh, it will, after a weekend off,” said Brett cheerily, doubting his own words.

“That’s what you always say,” scoffed Dom.

Ian laughed and put his hand on Brett’s shoulder. “Mr. Beattie, can I drop you somewhere?”

“Oh, yes please, Sir Ian, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble at all. Can’t have our Gimli walking home on a dodgy knee, can we?” He turned Brett back towards the door. “I’ve called for the car, so we’d best be going. Goodnight, all,” he called to the crowd, and Brett looked into the lounge to see Billy working his way through the guests, a troubled look on his face. “We’ll have to let them sort themselves,” said Ian, quietly. “Come along.”

Brett looked back as he closed the front door behind them, to see Billy walking purposefully towards the kitchen.

“Dom? What happened in there?”

Dom turned towards the dishes he was washing up. “Nothing, really. Just thought you’d had enough of being pawed and groped and kissed and flirted with.”

Billy went to the sink and picked up the dishtowel, taking the plate Dom had just rinsed and drying it off. “You were right,” he said, shuddering a bit. “Especially after Viggo. I thought I was going to boak for certain after all that spinning.”

“You seemed to be enjoying it well enough,” said Dom, conversationally, putting the next plate in the drainer as Billy put away the first.

“Well, it was fun, but when he stopped and did that slow dance, I felt a bit sick. Wasn’t sure whether it was from the motion or Viggo.”

Dom laughed. “He did reek a bit tonight, didn’t he?”

“Watch it! He’s still in the other room, and he’s got his Ranger ears on, I know it!”

“He knows he pongs. He’s proud of it!”

“Yeah, well, let’s just keep it to ourselves for now, yeah? I’d feel a bit easier.”

“All right, Bills,” said Dom, quietly, handing him a wet glass. “So who did you choose?”

“What did you mean when you said you loved me?”

“Just that.”

“Did you mean like a brother? A mate? Lover? Sherbet-lemons?”

Dom gave a small chortle. “All of that, I suppose.”

“Even sherbet-lemons?”

“Well, you know how I love sour little things,” said Dom, with a bit of a glint.

“Oh, so now you’re calling me ‘sour’, ‘little’ and a ‘thing’, are you? Some mate you are! Nasty bastard!” Billy took the next glass, letting his fingers brush affectionately over Dom’s hand. “So you love me the way you love sour things. Why couldn’t you say that in there?”

Dom snorted, bowing his head over the glass he was washing and working at a particular spot with great vigour. “It certainly would have been an interesting variation on the theme.” He cleared his throat and continued in falsetto, “ ‘Oh, Billy! I love thee to the depth, breadth and height that I can reach for sherbet lemons and scarper from the sweet shop with them!’ Elijah and Astin would’ve been trying to make sense of that one for the rest of their lives.”

“It wouldn’t have sounded any odder than anything else they were doing out there,” said Billy, taking the glass as Dom finished with it at last. “Would have been refreshing. Or at least, good for a laugh.”

“Sorry I couldn’t oblige,” said Dom, quietly.

“Dom, I-”

“What do you want from me, Bill? I love you in every way a man can love someone. Can’t we just leave it at that?”

Billy took the plate from Dom’s hands, rinsed it off and put it in the drainer. Then he took Dom in his arms. “I don’t think we can,” he murmured.

Dom returned the embrace after a moment, soapy wet hands soaking into Billy’s shirt.

“Dom, Bean and I are taking the Elf home.”

Billy turned abruptly to see Viggo lounging against the kitchen doorjamb.

“Your shirt looks a little wet, there,” said Viggo through a sly grin.

“It needed a wash,” said Billy.

“I’ll say,” rasped Viggo.

“Oi! Go smell your own pong before you start insulting Billy, here! There’s not a thing wrong with the way he smells. Except when he farts.”

Billy smiled at Viggo and hit Dom. “Go take Orli home before he falls down somewhere and breaks something.”

“And take Astin and Elijah with you,” added Dom, nursing his arm.

“Well, you’re gonna have a problem, there. We just poured ’em into your guest room. The farthest one from your bedroom and nearest the bathroom. Lij is out like a light, and Sean’s close. We left ’em with plenty of water and a bucket.”

“Oh, that’s just brilliant,” said Dom with a scowl.

“Hey, man, it could’ve been worse. You invited us all to stay, remember?”

“I did, didn’t I?” Dom toed the floor, sheepishly.

“Yup. Well, thanks for the party. It was...”

“It was what?” asked Billy.

“It just was,” grinned Viggo, and he turned, waving, and collected Bean and Orli in the corridor.

Billy turned back to Dom. “Where were we?”

“Your shirt’s all wet.”

“So it is.” Billy pulled his shirt off and tossed it over to the kitchen table.

“What did you do that for?” scowled Dom.

Billy stared at Dom and shook his head. “Numpty,” he muttered, and handed Dom the next plate to wash.

They finished the washing-up in silence, standing close together at the sink. Billy shivered a little from the chill and felt Dom edge closer to him.

“You can have a shirt off me, if you like,” said Dom. “That way you can get home and not be cold.”

“Thought you invited us to stay,” said Billy. “Besides, you’ll need some help with those other two in the morning.”

Dom handed Billy the final glass and then pulled the drain stopper, rinsed off and dried his hands. “Yeah, thanks. I could.”

Billy hung up his towel and stood beside Dom, looking out the kitchen window at the lights running down to the harbour. He snaked an arm around his friend’s back. “I chose you.”

Dom tensed. “Why?”

“Because you weren’t acting. Because you didn’t touch me, even though you wanted to. Because I love you.” He reached for Dom’s hand and lifted it up and around his shoulders, settling them together. “Because we fit, you and me.”

Dom leant his head against Billy’s with an unsteady sigh.

“Besides, Ian would have tried to seduce me if I hadn’t made the right decision, and I couldn’t have coped.”

Dom laughed and kissed Billy’s head. “You’re not his type, mate. Orli’s the one who has to worry about him.”

“And Elijah! Have you seen the way he looks at him?”

“Yeah, but the effect is ruined when Elwood speaks.”

“Aye,” laughed Billy. “Or puts the music on.”

“Yeah.” Dom turned slightly to look at Billy. “Bills... We don’t have to... sort of... do anything about this.”

“Yes, we do.” Billy leaned forward and brushed Dom’s lips with his own.

Dom licked his lips, blinking, and then pulled Billy a little closer and reached to capture the corner of his mouth, cupping Billy’s face with his free hand and tracing the outline of his upper lip with his thumb.

Billy’s breath hitched and he closed the embrace, cradling the back of Dom’s head as he slid into a hot, welcoming kiss. Dom tasted of beer and curry and that distinct, indefinable something that always announced his presence. Only that was swagger. This was more. This was boldness and sweetness and strength and vulnerability and everything Dom, laid bare for any and all to find it that could. Billy whimpered into the kiss and brought Dom in as close as he could, opening himself to his friend-his lover-in turn.

“Bill,” murmured Dom when at last they broke apart.

“Let’s go to bed, Dom.” Billy stroked Dom’s face, gently.

“I’m not tired...”

“I am, a bit,” admitted Billy. “And my old bones can’t face what I want to do with you on these hard surfaces.”

“What you want...”

Billy nudged his hardness against Dom’s thigh.

“Oh.” A slow smile crept over Dom’s face. “I hoped that’s what you meant.”

“Are you going to be this thick all the time?”

“Thicker,” growled Dom, pressing his very obvious hard-on against Billy’s hip.

“Right. Bed. Now!” Billy caught Dom in a sudden, hard kiss before spinning him towards the door with surprising strength.

“Let’s have your shirt off,” said Billy, tugging at its hem as they reached the top of the stairs.

Dom pulled it off and Billy caught it as he tried to fling it aside.

“Shouldn’t leave a trail for the other hobbits to follow,” said Billy, winding an arm around Dom’s bare back. “God, you feel good...”

“Christ, so do you!”

They reached Dom’s bedroom at last and shut and locked the door behind them, rushing into an urgent embrace, skin on skin, nipple rubbing nipple as Dom lowered and Billy rose into their kiss.

Billy groaned as Dom ground their hips together. “Dom,” he managed into the kiss. “Bed. Clothes...”

“Bedclothes?”

Billy bit Dom’s tongue.

“Ow! Wanker!” Dom scraped gently down Billy’s filtrum and tasted the cupid’s bow with his tongue. “Always wanted to do that,” he murmured. “From the first day I laid eyes on you.”

“Dom...” Billy laved Dom’s tongue where he had bitten it. “I’ve wanted to feel you like this for the longest time,” he murmured. “Only I was too thick to admit it.”

Dom pulled Billy close. “I want you so much,” he managed, then pulled him towards the bed. “Love you so much...”

“Dommie...” Billy fumbled with the fastenings of Dom’s denims as Dom did the same to him. He gasped as Dom’s erection sprang out at him as he tugged on the zip. “Knew you were big, but that... That’s just frightening!”

“You don’t seem to mind it too much,” grinned Dom as Billy’s cock twitched hard under his palm.

“No, I suppose not,” managed Billy, pushing the denims off as Dom lifted himself to help. “Only... I haven’t been with a man, before. Not like that...”

Dom paused in his attention to Billy’s jeans and took him in his arms. “I know, Bill. It’ll be all right. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

Billy ran his hands down Dom’s back and cupped his arse cheeks. “Then we won’t be doing anything while I’m still in these sodding jeans, will we?”

Dom nipped Billy’s neck and tugged off the denims and boxers. “Christ, Bills! And you think I’m big? Look how thick you are! How perfectly fucking edible! So beautiful...”

Billy growled and tugged Dom to lie down on the bed, gasping as their cocks bumped together. “God! I didn’t know it would feel like this!” His prick twitched hard against Dom’s and his hips thrust against his lover of their own accord.

Dom moaned and arched into Billy, rolling them over so that he was on top. “I want to taste you,” he rasped, kissing Billy’s shoulder, nipping his collarbone, making his way to a nipple and wrapping the tip of his tongue around it.

Billy groaned and arched into him. “Think I want you to taste me.”

Dom chuffed a laugh against Billy’s chest, working his way across to the other nipple and teasing it to hardness with teeth and tongue and lips.

“Christ!”

“Not quite,” said Dom, pressing kiss after wet kiss down Billy’s body, tracing the emerging muscles in the abdomen, dipping tongue into navel and kissing everywhere on belly and groin except the central ache and throb which needed him the most.

Billy arched hips towards Dom’s questing mouth, bumping his lover’s face with his need. “Fuck! Dom, please...”

Dom kissed the crease of Billy’s thigh and nuzzled his way over heavy balls to the other side, kissing up the other channel and leaning his cheek on Billy’s aching cock. “Love you...” He kissed the shaft and then took Billy in his mouth.

“Dom!” Billy arched up as Dom engulfed him, moaning as he felt the tight wrap of Dom’s tongue around the head of his cock. “Sorry,” he gasped as he bumped against the back of Dom’s throat. He felt Dom’s hands press into his hips, firm and reassuring, and he groaned his gratitude as his lover took just that degree of control.

Dom hummed around Billy’s cock and began to bob up and down, shallow at first, then deeper as he relaxed his throat and adjusted his angle.

Billy reached to cup Dom’s head with gentle fingers. He gasped at the slight, expert graze of teeth and the genius tug of them just under the ridge before Dom pulled his lips over the head, dipping his tongue into the slit or swirling it around the tip. He’d always enjoyed the feel of a lover sucking and playing with him this way, the dirty pleasure of seeing someone’s mouth water around his cock, of hearing her slurp as she tried to contain it. He’d never experienced anyone who understood what it was like to have it done to them. Never had anyone with such a soft, strong mouth who understood without once being told exactly where to use teeth and where to use lips and how to use tongue. He moaned as Dom took him deeper, sucked him harder, hummed around him on his way up. He lost track of time and space as Dom took him faster and faster, encouraging him to thrust into tight, wet heat. He felt a whirlpool of heat and ecstasy gathering low. “Dom...”

Dom reached under to squeeze Billy’s arse, bringing him closer, encouraging him with mouth and hands.

Billy tensed and spasmed, crying out as he spilled into Dom’s mouth, keening as Dom swallowed and sucked and squeezed. He trembled through his orgasm, twitching through aftershocks that sent him spinning on the edge of oblivion, his senses heightened, his breathing ragged. “Fuck me...”

“I just did,” said Dom, through a smile, and kissed the tip of his cock.

“Come here, you.” Billy held out his arms and Dom crawled into them, wrapping him up and burying his face in Billy’s neck.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he whispered.

“Dommie...” Billy hooked a finger under Dom’s chin and tugged him up. He kissed him deeply, enjoying the taste of himself on his lover’s tongue. “Thank you, love,” he murmured.

Dom wrapped himself around Billy and pressed close, hot hardness pressing against sweaty flesh as he took deep breaths.

Billy chuckled, gently. “Isn’t there something I could be doing for you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” said Dom. Then his face reddened. “You don’t have too, Bills...”

“Of course I do,” said Billy in horror. “I’d lose the right to call myself a man if I left you in the lurch, so to speak. Besides,” he said, voice lowering and smile brewing, “I want to see you come all over my hand.”

Dom rolled onto his back, splaying wantonly before Billy. “So do I,” he rasped.

Billy kissed Dom’s neck, nipped his collarbone, teased his nipples as he grasped Dom’s cock and began a slow stroke up and down. “Turnabout’s fair play,” he said, in a sultry voice.

Dom sighed and moaned at Billy’s touch. “I’m not going to last as long as you did,” he managed.

“Good. Because I want to sleep soon so we can be up earlier and doing everything I wanted to do to you all through that party.”

Dom groaned, thrusting into Billy’s hand. “Tell me...”

“I want to taste you. Not just off my fingers, which I’ll do as soon as you come, but everywhere. I want to lick the spot behind your ear that makes you grin like an idiot. I want to run my tongue down the vein of your arm to the crease of your elbow, warm and salty, and then I want to taste that spot that makes you curse when I hit it. I want to lick the sweat that trickles down your back when I prepare you and then taste the spot on your shoulder blade you’re always trying to scratch. I want to taste your cry when I come inside you harder than I have for any woman.”

Dom cried out and thrust hard into Billy’s hand, coming over his clever fingers. “Don’t stop! Fuck, don’t stop...”

Billy stroked and pulled and twisted as Dom thrust over and over into his hand, shaking and spilling until he was twitching in aftermath. Billy slowed and then gently let go, licking one of his fingers clean with slow deliberation in front of Dom. “You’re a bit less salty than I am,” he said, thoughtfully.

Dom mumbled something incoherent.

“I’ll be right back,” said Billy, leaving the bed carefully.

He went into the bathroom and rinsed his hand. Then, he wet a face flannel with warm water and went back to Dom.

“I think you could use a bit of a clean-up,” he said, and started wiping gently at Dom’s belly and groin.

“Billy...” Dom’s hand found Billy’s arm. “Billy, love...”

Billy looked at Dom’s face and tossed the face flannel into a corner before lying down next to him. “Are you all right?”

“You forgot to lock the door...”

“Oh, Christ!” Sean covered his eyes as Billy scrambled for cover. “Sorry, guys, but can you tell me where to find some towels?”