Monaboyd - 2013
Love, Dreams, & Other Things
Pairing - BB/DM
Rating - R
Setting - latter day togetherness - 2013.
Disclaimer - for Monaboyd Month 2013 - purely fictionalized lust and embellished relationship.
Dom sighed as he awakened, reaching high over his head and stretching hard before relaxing back into the cool cotton sheets. He blinked several times as his brain searched for his whereabouts, his memory thickened by too high an alcohol intake the previous evening, and too much ambition for any young man for one night. A confusing assortment of blended memories began to swirl together in his brain, tattered bits and pieces all snatched at random and drifting back to him one at a time in the morning haze. The fuzzy onslaught of it all made him scowl as he attempted to concentrate in too many simultaneous directions.
Shifting to his left, his arm brushed something familiar and equally warm. Eyes opening, awareness finding him at last, he awoke knowing exactly who he would see beside him.
Billy lay all tucked in and face down on his tummy next to him, eyes closed and breathing shallowly as he slept. The very sight of him so close made Dom begin to smile even before he had worked himself back to full consciousness, an instant warmth washing over him made possible by Billy's simple presence.
His gaze fell next to Billy's eyelashes where they curved against his cheek, and Dom granted himself the very personal luxury of memorizing his features this closely. He knew Billy wouldn't mind if he'd been awake instead, although he could at times become mildly embarrassed by the intensity of attention Dom could direct at him. Nonetheless, Dom enjoyed the advantage of having him all to himself whenever such opportunity presented, and last night, as well as this morning, were two extensions of those most welcome and inevitable times.
Billy made a few slight noises at the back of his throat, his shoulders tensing with mild effort as he did so. Dom moved quickly then to shift himself, grabbing for the blankets and hastily covering both of them. He understood Billy became cold more easily than he did, and determined to prevent that from happening, he pulled him into his arms before hunkering down for extra warmth. Billy moaned softly as he resettled and adjusted to his new position. Billy was known to make a host of funny little noises while he slept, most now recognizable to Dom and having no significant meaning.
Feeling successful he had kept Billy comfortable enabled him to relax as well, albeit momentarily allowing himself a very vigorous mental high five for being the luckiest bastard on the continent. Why Billy had always felt safe allowing him so much extreme intimacy he would never fully understand, but he had accepted it gratefully years ago, and remained mindfully thankful at all times.
He began to trace the slope of Billy's lower back with one hand, fingers lingering to explore the narrow contour of his waist where it began to dip and swell into the curve of his arse and upper thigh. He adored the contrast there between disarmingly soft skin and strong, well toned muscles that represented Billy's compact frame. His familiar form had molded so sweetly against his own until the urge to be even closer would eventually overpower their ability to remain apart. Dom shuddered in sudden insight, the full emotional impact of last night's memories washing over him once again, and he considered it now quite possible that he had lost any ability at all to be without Billy. They had actually attempted brief separations in the past - had even lasted most of four months once upon a time, but both had ultimately succumbed to the pull of mutually strong sexual appetites, and a much simpler need to be together.
Billy shifted in his arms, the movement grabbing his attention, concern subsiding as he realized Billy just wanted to be closer. He continued on, half crawling, half wiggling his way alongside Dom until the top of his head came to rest just under his chin. Satisfied at last, the effort of one last huff notwithstanding, he lay still once again.
Content to be quiet as well for the moment, Dom closed his eyes, allowing his mind to drift, revisiting the last few hours and renewing his own memories, tossing them back and forth in his head with some degree of awe. He never grew tired of the revolving, intimate images he had learned to guard the most with his heart. Mutual need never seemed to extinguish itself, each of them satisfied only temporarily until they could renew their strength and have one another again. Last night it had been Billy who had been most demanding; insatiable and insistent, it had left both of them raw and still wanting more. Here in the early grey of a new morning, Dom allowed himself to reconsider what he could not be without.
It had always been Billy's sweet and simple presence that held him together as he conducted his own daily life. If unable to be with him in the literal sense, it was the forward projection in his mind to the next time they could be together that enabled him to be happy and contain his sanity. He knew in his marrow Billy would remain in his life - they had hashed that out together long ago, and he could live without the worry and frustration that had accompanied their earlier separations. He knew Billy was always coming back to him, the chief difference nowadays being that he was never truly gone.
Although he craved without question outrageously satisfying sex with Billy, it was an assembly of other things that had bound his heart forever. Billy's sudden bashfulness at the most unexpected moments coupled with his eternally sweet and sunny disposition, had impacted him in an overall positive manner. The way in which Billy's smaller, more perfect hand folded easily into his, their fingers interlacing as though they had always done so - the way he would nibble his lower lip as each peak pulled him under, allowing him to submit to everything in the moment. He admired Billy's pure and simple approach to all he did from they way he played guitar, to the way he loved him each time they were together.
He had also become much more than a pure method actor somewhere along the way, developing within himself a well of memories and emotions seemingly available at will, and perfecting his ability to reproduce them in a manner considered categorically brilliant by any professional observer. It had earned him immense respect, most especially from Peter Jackson himself, but none more than Dom himself.
The entirety Billy gave to everything he did allowed him to sleep in exactly the same way. Whenever he laid his head down it was with the same sort of serious devotion he gave to everything else. Shifting his weight again slightly, Dom lifted his arms, allowing Billy more room to move as he needed to, hugging him as he settled against his chest.
"Sweet dreams then, Billy," he whispered, kissing the top of his head.
The next thing to penetrate his awareness was the myriad of soft kisses against his lips - hovering, patient, persistent, as he struggled to awaken.
"Morning," Billy uttered, rubbing noses, his voice still husky from sleep.
Dom scowled as he worked to refocus. He hadn't realized he'd been tired enough to fall back asleep, yet he sighed in contentment, quickly recognizing this peaceful, special time that had become part of all mornings with Billy.
The fuzz from his chest hair teased at the tip of his nipples as Billy glided over him, evoking a flood of pleasant memories, and causing him to gasp aloud when Billy's familiar and confident fingers encircled his softened cock.
"Oh fuck, Billy," he murmured, yielding to the intensity such a move always generated within him, widening his legs, and eager for more. "Fuck, yeah," he repeated even as he reached out, already borderline frantic as he searched for more of him.
Billy smiled then, allowing himself to be tugged onto his chest.
"Still my turn, yeah?" he teased, depositing a sneaky kiss, his already rigid cock bumping against Dom's thigh.
"Yeah," Dom managed, both hands cupping Billy's arse and tugging him closer, impatience momentarily overriding reason.
It might have seemed crazy, begging so blatantly for more despite the ache in his arse even this morning, but Dom knew Billy could take him all over again without hurting him. He would know the delicious initial burn of re-entry before dissolving into the deepest sensations only Billy could locate. No one else could affect him in the same way because no one owned his heart as Billy did. The mutual assault on his mind and body would leave him lovingly and willingly abused but never injured - all something only Billy could do.
There it was, the burning insistence as Billy pushed forward, Dom holding himself still and yielding beneath him.
"Yes," he hissed, as Billy slid fully inside, causing him to arch his back and succumb to something so wickedly blissful and satisfying.
Billy forced his arms overhead, holding him down with unnecessary strength, and containing both wrists with only one hand to secure him.
"Like a gentleman then this time," he promised, reclaiming him once again.