"Suppose I prefer ice cream cones... suppose I like to lick..."
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Dom: *I giggle in reply, relinquishing his hand hesitantly and settling myself back into my seat. The trees that pass my window are familiar. It's crazy to think that, really. Trees are familiar. I've seen these particular trees almost every day for more than a year. They point the way to our house. I love that. A smile peeks into the corner of my mouth and I watch them pass outside.* Are you going to sing me Happy Birthday today? *I ask Billy, off-handedly.*
Billy: *I can see our little house up ahead, looking like it’s just waiting for our return, and I smile at his question.* Do you want me to? *I ask, anticipating his answer but wanting to hear it anyway.*
Dom: *I turn away from the trees out my window, noticing our house up ahead before look to Billy. I don't think I've ever heard Billy sing. Not really. I mean, unless humming with classical counts as "singing." Which I don't think it does. My smile spreads.* Yes, please. Are you going to? *I ask with a testing grin.*
Billy: *I shrug, bouncing my head from side to side as if I’m really considering it.* I will, I suppose. *I reply with a grin as I pull up into our driveway in front of our home. I love taking Dom out on dates, I really do. But I think coming home is the best of all.* I’ll put a candle in your ice cream. *I say as I stop the car and cut the engine, leaning over in my seat to plant a kiss on his cheek before getting out of the car.*
Dom: *My eyes flicker with recognition of this moment, him kissing me like this, and I blush and watch him scoot out of the car. I grab the door handle and open, ducking out as well and closing the door to follow Billy to the porch, up the steps, tugging the edges of his jacket with a laugh as we stop at the door together.* How can I blow out my candle if I'm the sundae it's going to be stuck in?
Billy: *My key slides in the lock and I open the door, leaning back against him lightly, my head tipping to look at him.* I’ll make you a regular sundae. I don’t need to put a candle in my sundae. *I give him a wink as I push the door open, stepping into our darkened entryway.*
Dom: *I try to hold onto him as he leans into me, almost slipping out of my reach as he heads inside. My hands cradle his waist and I follow him in, the door closing gently as Billy gives it a push and clicks lightly as it stops. It's kind of shadowy here... A nice place for a little cuddling. I smile softly and step closer behind Billy, hands sliding around and circling him in my arms, pressing my front to his back. I sink my chin down beside his cheek, onto his shoulder, then bend my head and press my lips to his shoulder instead.* ...I'm going to melt your ice cream... *My voice mumbles into his jacket.*
Billy: Mmm. That’s because you’re so hot... *I murmur, hands covering his at my waist as I press back against him. My mind could run on this naughty road all night, I’m sure, but there are things that need to be done, words that need to be spoken before I can lick melting ice cream off his naked body. Oh my... I tip my head against his briefly before stepping gracefully out of his arms, shrugging off my coat and hanging it up on the hook by the door.* Presents first, ice cream second, alright? *I murmur, flipping on the light, illuminating the entryway and the living room.* I have to go get them. Be right back. *I run up the stairs to retrieve his gifts.*
Dom: *I laugh a little breathlessly as he escapes up the stairs, giving me no time to take him back. Usually I'm so excited about getting presents... But I'd give them up, I think, to just keep Billy in my arms. I pull off my coat and hang it on the hook next to Billy's, still looking up the stairway for any sign of him. Should I go up? Maybe I should wait like he wants me to and not start any trouble. Meaning...good things that we won't be able to stop. I turn toward the front room instead, allowing myself a casual smile as I make my way toward the couch and settle down in the corner. I look around and push a pillow from the middle cushions out of the way, knowing Billy will want to take its place, and I'll want that very much too. Or maybe he'll take my place. But I don't think I'd move out of the way.*
Billy: *I dig out the two boxes I had stored in the back of the closet and pile them in my arms, leaving the bedroom and returning triumphantly downstairs. I plop myself down on the couch next to Dom, barely missing his lap, and hand him the smaller, thinner, lighter of the two boxes, keeping the larger, square box in my lap and drumming my fingers on it.* This one first. It’s a tradition.
Dom: *I take the present as he hands it to me, looking the box over a bit before turning my happy gaze back up at Billy and setting the present down in my lap.* A tradition? *I ask rhetorically, pulling away the wrapping and glancing back to the box when I've pushed all the paper away. I slip my fingers under the edges of the box and pop it open, shuffling back the tissue paper and reaching inside.* Aha! *I laugh softly, pulling out a lovely button-down shirt from the box; a reddish-purpley one with tiny stripes, a similar style as the one he got me last year, and this one, I'm sure, is coming purely out of love. They're my two favourite shirts ever. I look it over with a wide grin and then lean to Billy with a kiss.* Very handsome, love... Thank you, Billy. *I tell him softly, pulling away to look at the shirt again, the big cuffs that I like... I bite my lip in eagerness, running my thumb over the stitching of a stripe.* Can I put it on?
Billy: ‘Course you can. *I reply, biting my lip happily, pleased that he likes it. It looked like something he’d like or, more accurately, something I’d like to see on him. I just have to remember to be careful not to rip it off him later.*
Dom: *I'm already tugging at the edges of my shirt, pulling it up over my shoulders and then over my head and onto the coffee table. I pick my new shirt out of its box again and unbutton the few fastened buttons before turning it around my back, careful not to knock Billy in the process. I look at him with a blushing grin, watching his eyes dart down over my body and back up with hesitant smiles. I don't know why... it always feels good when he does that. But just with him. I slip my arms into the sleeves, reaching to the buttons at my front as my hands appear through the cuffs. I fasten as far as I can before having to move the box on my lap to the coffee table and stand up to finish. Brushing my hands down my chest finally, I turn to show Billy, tugging the cuffs a little and smiling.* How is it?
Billy: *Damn, I am good. I seem to have an eye for dressing Dom, so I think I’m going to have to buy him clothes a lot more often. Better yet, take him shopping with me so I can watch him try on lots of different clothes.* Stunning. *I answer sincerely, letting my eyes roam over the shirt and Dom eagerly, admiring the fit and the colour and... Dom. What an attractive man. I tug on the end of his sleeve, pulling him back down.* Here, open your other present while I take the tag out. *I hand him the other box as I lean behind him, pulling the tag out of the back of his shirt and proceeding to tug it off.*
Dom: *I lean forward, feeling little brushes from Billy's fingers as he manages the tag, and I look over my next box with a big grin, (partly because of Billy's fingers, I think). My hands tear at the wrapping eagerly and I reveal the box, and my eye go instantly wide as I see it.* Bill... Is this...really... *I turn the box in my hands, simple white, and black, and apple silhouette. I feel Billy duck out from behind me, back to his place on the couch, and I look up to him with a vacant and happily astonished gaze.* Billy... *My grin begins to spread, unable to help it, though I really think he shouldn't have. As much as I love this. I bloody love this. I return my eyes to the box, not believing what I'm seeing even as I carefully peel off the sticker and open the lid, looking inside. I'm beaming with excitement, holding the box tightly and biting back my laughter. I can't believe he did this. I reach a hand inside and carefully fish out my gift, pulling it free and looking it over as though it were glowing already. An iPod. Billy got me a bloody iPod! I turn and my smile blooms over my face.* Billy! *I exclaim with overflowing excitement.* You really did-... I can't believe it! This is brilliant, Bill! This is- *I don't know what else to do. I'd never expected I'd ever actually own one of these, as much as I knew I'd use it. I didn't even ask for it, and he knew. I burst with a laugh and suddenly lean into Billy's cheek with a great, long, loud kiss, exclaiming as I come out to see him.* Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you... Bill, you're incredible, I love you. Thank you sooooo much!
Billy: *I laugh delightedly, enjoying the kiss and feeling rather proud of myself.* It was the most practical thing I could think to get you, actually. I knew how much you’d use it. *It really is just about the perfect thing for Dom... something he can take on his rounds, or listen to in the office while he sorts the piles of mail... something to drown McKenzie out. I lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek, tucking my cheek against his shoulder.* I’m glad you like it, love.
Dom: Billy... *I speak, still as excited as ever, holding the iPod in one hand while sneaking my free arm around Billy's back and tugging him close to me.* This is brilliant... *I've said it before, but I just can't stop myself. Just the look of it. It's so new and clean and... Billy got it for me. I wish he hadn't spent so much. But it's just so brilliant!* I love it, Bill. You shouldn't have gotten me such an expensive gift, but I love it very much. *My smile presses to his hair as I lean my head against his, brushing my cheek across the top of his head. Wow... I'm still wide-eyed, I can tell.* Brilliant...
Billy: You’re worth it, Dommie. You’re worth every penny. *I slip my own arm around him and squeeze him tightly pressing myself into his side and closing my eyes at his warmth and comfort. I fit so well here. After a long moment I open my eyes again, tipping my head back to smile at him.* Think you can resist playing with it right away and come have some ice cream with me first?
Dom: *A light bulb goes off in my mind and I glance away from the iPod unintentionally.* Ice cream? *But I know exactly what he means... Or, at least, what it will eventually mean, and I've been looking forward to that for a while now. I turn my head against his trying to look down at him.* Your ice cream or my ice cream? *Because, as he said before, there is a distinct difference between the two. I'd like to have both of them eventually, I think. But it'd be nice to know the order so I can better prepare myself for the one I'll be having soonest.*
Billy: *I bite my lip with a grin, glad to see he seems so eager... for both of them, really.* Your ice cream. Um... meaning the ice cream you’ll eat. The kind with a candle in it. Though I can’t guarantee I won’t steal a bite of it, as well.
Dom: *I break with small laughter, squeezing him tight and nuzzling his hair.* That's all right... I'll be getting something out of your ice cream too, I think, so it's only fair. *I grin at the thought, feeling my face grow a bit warm, and I press my cheek to his hair. Carefully, I set the iPod back inside its box and move the box to the table, freeing my arm to wrap it around Billy's welcome little body. This is about right... I nuzzle him again, humming happily.* Thank you for my presents, Billy...
Billy: You are very welcome. *I scoot myself in closer, both my arms going around his waist as I look up at him. I don’t think I’ve kissed him enough today. Hmm, definitely not enough at all. I raise my lips to his, kissing him for a long moment, just enough to... no, actually, not enough to satisfy at all, but somehow I’ll wait. Somehow.* Come on then. *I say, patting his hip gently before pulling back.* To the kitchen, before I have to kiss you again, and I end up having my ice cream sundae without the ice cream. *I stand up and offer him a hand.*
Dom: Don't think I'd mind that... *I take his hand, giggling softly behind my smile as he pulls me up and I step a little too close to him, gaining my balance, holding his hips for support. But I end up just looking into his eyes, smile growing very gentle, and my thumbs massage into his waist for a moment before remembering where we were off to. I blush at him and let my hands slip from his sides, beginning toward the kitchen when he makes a move in that direction, following him closely.* Did you really get chocolate and whipped cream? *I ask with a clever grin, coming into the kitchen and stopping at the fridge.*
Billy: Do you doubt me? *I ask with a gasp, eyes wide and following him around the kitchen. I take his shoulders and steer him to the table.* Sit. *I command, heading to the cupboard to get out Dom’s special sundae dish, the fancy glass one he got for Christmas last year. Setting it on the counter, I turn to the fridge and open the freezer.* Ice cream... *I pull out the carton and set it next to the dish, bending to reach into the fridge next.* And chocolate syrup... and whipped cream... *I emerge triumphant, holding the goodies proudly before stepping to the counter and beginning to prepare his sundae.*
Dom: *I sit just as I'm told, looking toward the fridge as Billy emerges with his treats in hand. My smile slowly trickles onto my lips and I scoot my chair closer to the kitchen table, already anticipating the taste of cookies and cream. This feels so much like a birthday... Not that I've ever had that feeling, but I'm sure that this is what it's supposed to feel like. I watch Billy, eagerly smiling, as he sets out my favourite ice cream dish, which he got me the day after he told me he loved me...meaning Christmas. He opens the ice cream with a pop and searches for a scoop in on of the utensil drawers, making a bit more noise.* How long before you sing to me? *I ask over his sounds.*
Billy: *Finding the scoop, I proceed to fill the dish with liberal scoops of ice cream. It’s his birthday, after all. No use holding back.* Can’t sing to you until there’s a candle in your ice cream. So... another two minutes, I’d estimate. *I smile, squeezing out the syrup on top of the ice cream and then the whipped cream on top of that, listening to the hiss as it sprays from the can. Perfect. I rummage around in a drawer, looking for the small box of birthday candles I bought last weekend.*
Dom: *I slide my hands down my thighs, watching him and sighing through a smile. Not yet...* Have you ever sung to anyone else before? *His fingers pluck out a nice, swirling blue candle and he sticks it proudly in the top of his creation, causing my smile to grow brightly.*
Billy: I used to sing all the time when I was little, to my parents and sister... *I reply idly, sticking the candle in precisely the middle of the ice cream before fishing around in a drawer for matches.* When I was in college, I’d sing for drinks in bars on occasion, if my friends had already got me drunk enough to do it. *I find the box of matches and strike one, lowering it to the candle.* But I believe you are the first I will have ever sung a Happy Birthday solo to. *I reply with a smile, extinguishing the match before carefully moving the sundae over to the table in front of him. I reach over to flip the kitchen light off, just so I can see the candle light flicker across his face, and then I stand very straight, open my mouth, and start singing.* Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you... happy birthday dear Dommie... happy birthday to you!
Dom: *I'm almost shocked by the sound of his voice, looking up at him in the flickering darkness, so surprised by that sudden, beautiful sound that a smile instantly flashes through my face and I laugh, completely forgetting, (like I would never do on any other circumstance), that there is even ice cream in front of me. I can feel blush rushing to my cheeks, listening to every clear note, grinning and unable to keep my eyes off of him. There are traces of tears lining my eyes, the kind of tears you can only get while hearing a pure sound in one real instant, reserved especially for you, painted with the familiar lilt of my sweetheart. I can't believe he sounds this beautiful... He finishes, the air still spinning with the memory of his song, and I can't think of what to say. I swallow, pressing my hands to my thighs.* Billy... *I want to reach out to him; I want to hold him close on my lap, in my arms, cuddling him and telling him how wonderful he is. My smile peeks hesitantly onto my lips.* You're really good...
Billy: *My cheeks flush warmly, not from the candle flame, I don’t think. He’s lit up in the tiny, flickering light, face a warm gold, eyes shining and bright. What a lovely man... I can’t believe I actually sang for him, now that I’ve done so. I don’t think I’d do that for anyone else, really. But for him... anything.* Thank you. *I whisper, swallowing suddenly as I smile a bit embarrassedly at him.* Aren’t you going to blow out your candle?
Dom: *Oh. Right. My eyes flicker to my sundae again, watching the flame of the candle for a moment. I heave a breath and glance at Billy before closing my eyes for a wish.* I wish... *I grin subtly, knowing Billy's listening, and leave off the end of my wish. It won't come true if I say it out loud, after all. I speak it in my head and smile. I wish...that Billy would sit in my lap and enjoy this sundae with me. I laugh softly to myself and open my eyes, letting my breath out on the candle in one blow, dousing the flame and leaving the room quite dark.*
Billy: *Flipping the light on again and blinking in the sudden brightness, I reach into the drawer for a spoon before stepping to Dom’s side again, close this time. I hold out the spoon to him.* Did you make a good wish? *I ask softly, other hand moving to slide through his hair.*
Dom: *Mm, that feels good... I wrap my fingers around the spoon he offers me, bringing it close to my ice cream, but not scooping yet. I lean my head into his hand as I look up to him.* Yes, it was a very good wish... *My eyes travel contentedly to my ice cream again and I reach my free hand to pluck out my candle and lick the whipped cream off the end.* I hope it will come true soon... *I add, musing, running my tongue on my lips and setting the candle down beside my bowl. I dip my spoon into the sundae with silent satisfaction.*
Billy: Did you wish that your sundae would be delicious? Because I think that will come true. *My hand in his hair shifts to his shoulder as I sit, draping myself over his lap. Better. I press my face to his hair and breathe in slowly.* Have a bite.
Dom: *I sigh happily, sneaking my arm around his waist and pulling him close to me. Well, here's part of my wish... A wide smile crosses my lips and I scoop out a spoonful of ice cream.* Here goes... *I announce, and slip the spoonful between my lips, sliding it out, clean. The ice cream turns everything inside my mouth sweet and I press my cheek to Billy as I savour the taste.* Mmm...very good. *I hum after swallowing, again licking the sugar off of my lips and reaching my spoon out for another scoop.* It is definitely a birthday sundae.
Billy: Well, of course it is. That’s what it was made for, after all. *I reply, falsely indignant, rubbing my lips in his hair with brief kisses. Mmm, perfect. How is it that this evening actually turned out perfectly? Nothing went wrong at all and... don’t want to jinx it. But I don’t think I’m going to have to worry. Now, to talk about the one thing that’s been on my mind for months now, and if I’m not mistaken, it’s been on Dom’s mind too.* Dommie... *I murmur, kissing his temple lightly.* Can we talk?
Dom: *I take another bite of ice cream, attention shifting suddenly when he asks a question against my skin.* Mm? *I swallow and attempt to turn my head to him, not really succeeding, but only because I'd rather keep feeling his warm, little breaths in my hair. Is something wrong? He doesn't seem upset... I leave my spoon in my ice cream dish and slowly bring both arms around him tight. My brow bends softly, nuzzling.* What is it, love?
Billy: *Have I gone and worried him? I didn’t mean to. It’s nothing bad at all. Far from it. I kiss his forehead and reach for the spoon with one hand, scooping up another bite and holding it to his lips.* I want to talk about marrying you... *I breathe, the hand that’s still around his shoulder rubbing the soft hairs at the back of his neck tenderly.*
Dom: *I smile and sigh and hold him even closer than before, pressing my face to his for a moment before leaning out again and taking the spoonful of ice cream that he's offering me.* Mm okay... *I swallow the delicious, cool cream and nuzzle him again, this time in pure happiness. I love talking about that. Anytime he brings it up, my heart does somersaults; just to know that he's thinking about it too...* What's on your mind?
Billy: The wedding... *I dig for another bite of ice cream, making sure to get extra whipped cream so I can swipe a finger off the top of the spoon and have a taste before presenting the mouthful to Dom. I suck on my finger consideringly.* When we want to have it, where we want to have it... *I sigh softly, tucking my cheek to his hair.* The sooner the better, love.
Dom: *I take another bite of sundae as he offers it, and lean into him as he pulls the spoon away. The wedding? I've been looking forward to it so much, it never occurred to me we'd actually have to plan it. Wasn't it just supposed to happen? Of course, now my mind is lost for ideas... When and where...? I swallow and pull him close.* When do you want to have it, love? *I'm sure he can see right through that one. He knows I'm no good at the business of things like this.*
Billy: Soon... *I reply softly, holding the spoon limply and pressing my lips to his forehead.* I mean... the ceremony won’t be big. We don’t have enough people to invite. It won’t take much planning. So the soonest we could probably pull it off would be... *I sigh, calculating.* ...February? And I have a week off school in February, as well.
Dom: You do? *I try to remember last year, if he had a week off. But I don't think I'm that familiar with the American school system yet to know... I squeeze him close and nod a little, considering February for the date. It's so soon. Two months... A thrill runs through my body and it occurs to me that I wouldn't want it any other way. It's just soon enough. February...* That sounds... nice, Bill. People don't have many winter weddings, yeah? *I ask, turning toward him with a smile, nudging him with my nose, growing more and more fond of the notion.* Can we have it in a chilly place?
Billy: *I lean down and bump noses with him, rubbing gently.* What’s your definition of chilly? Antarctica? *I smile, tipping forward slightly to brush my lips with his.* Where would you like to be married, Dommie?
Dom: *I smile as he pulls just that little bit away from my lips, giving him soft Eskimo kisses, since we're talking about cold places.* Anywhere... *I answer softly, goose bumps growing slowly on my skin. My hands massage his body, pulling him a bit closer. But before I forget my words, a thought enters my mind and I lean my lips into his, muffling my voice in a kiss.* Can we go to Scotland?
Billy: You want to go to Scotland? *The idea is beautiful in my mind, the idea of returning to Scotland, to home after being gone for years, with my love... to get married. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t what I wanted more than anything else, but I want to make sure it’s what Dom really wants, too.* Are you sure?
Dom: Mm. *I nod softly, breaking away from his lips and smiling as I open my eyes. Scotland... It sounds even better now that I'm looking at him, holding my love in my arms, wanting to know where he comes from.* If you want to go to Scotland... *I answer, beginning to smile.* ...I really want to go to Scotland... To one of those old churches you told me about once...
Billy: *My arms fold tightly around his shoulders, tightly, tightly as I can as I rock gently in his arms, kissing his hair again and again. As if it weren’t enough to just be marrying him. He’s gone and made everything absolutely perfect.* Yes... *I murmur, smiling hugely, so happy I’m probably trembling.* Yes, let’s get married in Scotland... *I get to go back to Scotland. I get to go see my country, my sister... and I get to introduce the man I love to all of it, and take his hand in mine once and for all.*
Dom: *I laugh at the sensation of those kisses and wrap him up in my arms, feeling his body shake in my embrace, but hearing his smile in his words and knowing he's not trembling out of fear. He really does want to go home. I want him to show me. Just to know what it all means to him is another piece in my puzzle of him that I haven't found yet. And he wants me to know.* You have to show me everything. When we go there. *I tell him, nudging my nose into his warmth and breathing him in. Does Scotland smell like this? I press my smile onto his shoulder.* Promise.
Billy: I promise. Everything. I’ll show you everything I remember, and then we can discover the rest together. *I nudge his face up with my shoulder, touching his cheek and swooping in for a long kiss in one movement. There. That puts a seal on that promise.* I’ll get up early tomorrow and call Margaret, see if she can find us a nice place to hold the ceremony. *I murmur as I break the kiss finally.* Speaking of Margaret... who do we want to invite?
Dom: Everyone... *My voice is soft, not yet awake from that wonderful kiss. But I try again, a little harder, for his sake. After all, it is a bit difficult to send out invitations to everyone - "Dear person of the world, Billy and I are getting married! Please come. Kisses, Dom."* Family... *I answer again with a grin.* Brothers and sisters. *I bring out one of my hands and start to count on my fingers.* Let's see... Mum, Dad, brother, sister, you, me... three cats... and a partridge in a pear tree. I think that's all.
Billy: *I giggle and press my lips boldly to his forehead, resting there, because that’s a comfortable place to rest.* I don’t think the partridge would last long with the three cats there. So maybe we should just strike the four of them off the list, for the sake of partridgekind, hmm? That leaves... *I pause, eyes widening at the total.* Four guests. Wow. And the two of us, and whoever performs the ceremony... Seven total. *I laugh softly, looking down at him as I pick up the spoon again to give him a bite of melting ice cream.* Shouldn’t be much of an ordeal planning this at all. *I press the spoon to his lips.*
Dom: *He guides the spoon into my mouth as I begin to speak, muffling my voice around the ice cream he leaves on my tongue.* What about your gran? *I ask, swallowing the melty ice cream and watching him as he reaches for another little scoop.* Could she come?
Billy: *I pause, taking a few extra moments to make sure there’s an equal ratio of ice cream, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream on the spoon before presenting the bite to Dom.* I don’t know. *I admit finally, chewing on my lower lip.* I’ll certainly invite her, but... *I shake my head slowly.* I don’t think she’ll come.
Dom: Why? *I say around a mouthful of ice cream. Billy never told me much about his gran... Maybe she isn't well anymore. I'd hate to think that he wouldn't tell me about it... I slide my hands down his back, massaging lightly, attempting a teasing smile.* Doesn't she want to see her grandson get married to a handsome bloke like me?
Billy: *I smile lightly, knowing how little Dom understands about the situation, about how things are between me and my grandmother. Whenever I speak of family, it’s Margaret I talk of, or I’ll share memories of my parents. Rarely my gran.* Well, she didn’t want to see me with the last bloke I was with, and while you’re much more handsome, I think that might only exacerbate the situation. *I reply finally, tapping him gently on the tip of his nose before sighing softly.* My gran... well... she’s old, Dommie. And I don’t mean that in a derogatory sense. I just mean... she’s not quite up with the times. She doesn’t... she doesn’t want to see me with another man.
Dom: *I watch him, mouth forming into a small O. I shouldn't feel hurt, not even in the little way I'm feeling now. This is a usual sort of thing, you know. These days. But, I mean... She's part of Billy. And I haven't even met her; already I'm getting the sense that she doesn't like me at all.* ...That's all right, Bill. *I reply, suddenly soft, but attempting a smile. I let my hands rub comfortingly into his sides, looking into his eyes with sincerity.* It'll work out, yeah? We'll just have four guests instead.
Billy: Yeah. *I attempt a smile back at Dom, only to find that the smile succeeds, much to my relief. After all, I got over this when Jack and I were together and Gran showed her disapproval then. This isn’t anything new.* Four is a better number, anyway.
Dom: *I laugh suddenly, brightening all over, feeling much better.* Yeah... More drinks for everyone. *I grin at him, squeezing his sides a bit before wrapping my arms completely around his waist and bouncing him on my thigh.* And less chance someone will pipe up during the "speak now or forever hold your peace" bit...
Billy: *I laugh and cling tightly to him, pressing my nose into his cheek.* I might have to smack anyone who speaks up during that bit. So you’d better warn your side of the family. Though I doubt we’ll have any trouble with your mum...
Dom: *I laugh with him, cuddling him close when I feel the cool tip of his nose on my skin.* Unless she squeaks from excitement, I think... Dad and Matt are pretty quiet; I don't think they'll say much. How about your sister? *But I stop a moment as a picture comes to my mind - a little church, almost empty... My mum and dad and brother on one side in the pews...and on the other side... I pull away a bit from Billy's shoulder, furrowing brow.* She's going to be the only one on your family's side, Bill. Should we make her a flower girl or...maid of honour or something?
Billy: Hmm. *I scoop up another spoonful of the near-ice-cream-soup, holding it up to his lips as I consider.* I think she’s a bit old to be a flower girl... *I laugh, kissing his cheek.* My family is your family. She and your mum will probably get along famously. They can all sit together.
Dom: *I smile slowly, taking the spoonful of what used to be ice cream into my mouth and pinching my lips in a grin as I savour it. His family is my family... Now this picture looks better in my mind - all of them grouped together in the middle of the church... Right behind me and Billy. I squeeze him close on a whim, leaning into his warm body for a moment with a warm smile on my face.* I love you, Billy. This is going to be so perfect. Let's go there right now.
Billy: Might take a bit more planning than that, yeah? *I ask with a laugh, but I feel his sentiments, anyway.* February’s not so far away. And it’ll go by quick, I promise. *Reaching for the dish, I scoop up the dregs of the ice cream and hold the spoon for him.* Ready for the last bite of your birthday sundae?
Dom: I don't think I'll have to bite that. *I laugh, looking at the drippy pool held in the spoon. But I open my mouth anyway, extending my tongue a bit and allowing the rest of the ice cream in my mouth. Billy slips the spoon back out of my lips, and has that look about him that makes me want to give him sticky ice cream kisses all over. I squeeze him, scooting him on my lap a bit with a sudden, bright grin.* My wish came true!
Billy: *I laugh; he’s so adorable. Did I say he was turning twenty-eight? Take off the two at the beginning of that number and you might be closer to the truth. I set the dish back down and grin happily at him.* Does that mean you can tell me what it was?
Dom: *I nod continuously with a smile, leaning into Billy and pressing kisses to his cheek.* Yes... *I mumble on his skin, nudging his head a bit as I keep nodding.* And it was that you would sit on my lap and enjoy my ice cream with me, and it came true... *I kiss him again, then again, holding my lips on his warm, soft cheek.*
Billy: Mmm... I did enjoy it, very much indeed... even if I am getting most of it in kisses rather than directly. *I laugh softly, closing my eyes to absorb the feeling of his lips on my skin, absorb the sweetness through my pores before opening my eyes and turning to look at him.* That’s the best way to enjoy ice cream, anyway.
Dom: *I close my eyes happily and leave one last long, sugary kiss on his skin, making a small pop as I pull away. My eyes find his gaze and I set my jaw amusedly.* I thought you knew a better way...
Billy: *I raise an eyebrow, glad to see he hasn’t forgotten about that; I sure haven’t.* It all involves kissing, doesn’t it? *I ask softly, moving a fingertip to stroke along his jaw softly.* Kissing... ice cream... lots of skin...
Dom: *I get sudden shivers and instinctively lean closer to him, fingers tensing against his sides as I feel little prickles of goose bumps rising on my limbs. Ohhh, that voice... I want more of that voice; like ice cream; like his mouth working through the taste of it to find me underneath.* I think so...
Billy: *It isn’t far to lean in and tuck my face against the side of his, lips straining to envelop his earlobe, nibbling just slightly. The taste of his skin is heavenly enough. But I really like ice cream...* I know so... ice cream kisses... all over your body? *It shouldn’t be a question but it is anyway, asking him if he still wants the last birthday present I have for him.*
Dom: *My eyes drift between open and closed for the moment that his lips are on my ear. He's done this a million times before and it still drives me crazy; I can hardly focus even on his alluring question.* Are you- *I have to swallow, cocking my head gently toward his in question.* Are you sure?... That sounds too messy...for you, Bill...
Billy: I can be messy... when I want to be. *I murmur slowly, flicking my tongue against his ear before pressing my lips just below it. I’ll never be able to understand why every inch of his skin has a unique, delicious flavour, but I’m certainly not complaining.* And I want to be... Besides, I’ll clean you up... I promise.
Dom: *I think I've just melted out of my own skin. My mouth is open next to his cheek and I sigh, eyes closing slowly, wholly fascinated. How he ever erases my senses so quickly is a mystery. I can't even feel my mind gauging the process as I slide my arms around him and pull him tightly into my lap, grunting so softly at the slight flick of his tongue.* Billy... *Ah, I've crossed that borderline - stepped into a moment where I can only remember his name. His sweet, soft, beautiful... ...warm... wet, sexy-... My head lulls to the touch of his mouth and I hold my breath.*
Billy: *I smile languidly, hands smoothing down his sides, palms pressing close to the cloth of his new shirt, feeling his warm, firm flesh beneath the thin layer of clothing. My mouth works a spot just below his jaw, a spot of supple, delicious skin just perfect against my tongue an lips, as my fingers, slowly, slowly, ever so gently pull the fabric of his shirt up his body. I’ll have to take it off eventually. Can’t have it getting dirty already! But for now, I just need to feel his warmth. My palm connects with his side, cupping gently against his waist.*
Dom: *My body jumps, stomach darting in at the sudden contact of his cool hand; palm and tiny fingertips leaving their pressure points in my skin. My brow bends, feeling. But as I sense the touch gradually warming, his lips still working under a soft spot of my jaw, my smile casually slips onto my lips, one hesitant bit at a time. I sink myself into his hand, allowing him to touch, glad that he is touching. So glad that he is touching... I exhale contentedly and rest my cheek against the shape of his ear, feeling his head bend underneath mine to still have a taste of my jaw.* Talk to me, Billy... *I tell him, knowing that this may be the last time I'll ever have the sanity to request it. I love to listen to his voice; especially during times like these.*
Billy: *I lick just under his chin, the slightly rough skin abrading my tongue nicely. Perfect... so bloody perfect.* Talk to you? *I murmur, biting down softly at his throat, hand sliding regretfully out from under his shirt in favour of moving to work at the buttons.* You should be talking to me. My mouth’s busy. *I kiss along the column of his neck to demonstrate, nipping occasionally for emphasis.* Tell me how I’m ever supposed to eat ice cream normally again... after the pleasure of eating it off your body?
Dom: I'll-ah... *Oh, but those short nips to my neck are too much. He knows. He knows I want it; just there. Right there... I jump as he does it again, teeth pulling gently at my taut throat as I bend my head back to give him room.* We'll work our way... ah-back down, yeah? *I try to smile, but it intermittently vanishes.* You'll be using a spoon again in no time.
Billy: *I wriggle gently in his lap but not too gently. Those blasted buttons finally come undone and I spread his shirt wide, hands smoothing over his chest as I bend to drink from the hollow of his throat, pressing my tongue there for a long moment.* Suppose I prefer ice cream cones... suppose I like to lick...
Dom: Then I think... *An exhale slides out of my lips, and my hands push him closer. Oh...that mouth...* ...you'll be fine by tomorrow... *When did he learn all of this? That dirty mouth of his... No one would ever expect it, just looking at him; not even by talking to him every day. Even if they'd known Billy Boyd for fifty years, I doubt anyone would suspect that his sweet, little mouth could do this. I am the luckiest bloody man on the planet.*
Billy: *I chuckle deeply, mouth pressed tenderly to the centre of his chest, my hands smoothing up over his shoulders to push the shirt down. I remove my lips from his skin with a tiny ‘pop’ as I speak.* Shirt off, love. Don’t want to get it all sticky.
Dom: *A smile spreads across my lips, relishing the insistence of his hands at the cloth bundled around my shoulders. I sit up, just enough to shrug the shirt from my arms back onto the chair, slipping my hands through the sleeves and back to his body. With a warm sigh, I wrap him up and pull him forward again, wanting that touch back as soon as possible, hoping to feel that mouth again in some surprising location. He's making love to me. Right now; and my insides are unravelling at the thought... Soon we'll both be bare in each other's arms and pleasing each other as much as possible. I nuzzle down to his hair and wait for his secret kiss; perhaps his voice; any approval of what I've done to show my skin to him.*
Billy: Better. *I murmur, words trailing off into a sigh as my eyes sweep appreciatively across all the newly revealed skin. He’s like a brand new present every time I unwrap him. A birthday present for me, on his birthday. Bending low, my lips slide slowly down to a nipple, drawing it into my mouth, my tongue flickering lightly before I begin to suck. My hands have made their way to his waist again, almost feeling his skin heat perceptibly under my palms.*
Dom: *I gasp, having to hold him even tighter when the pressure jolts through me into his mouth. My head falls back, and as my shuddering subsides I smile again, smiling to the ceiling, heart thudding against my chest.* Billy... *I say his name to myself in a whisper. I pull my hands up along his body until I reach his neck, following the column gently before dragging my fingers into his hair, twisting around the tufts.* Billy... *I say again through another smile.*
Billy: Dom... *I breathe against the peaking nub before fastening my lips over it again, swiping my tongue roughly across it. It’s almost a strain to move my lips over to the other one, but it’s worth it when I get there, when I can give that nipple the same attention. I give a shiver of my own accord, the feeling of his fingers in my hair and the taste under my tongue sending a wave of pleasure through me.*
Dom: *He leaves a wet spot to cool on my chest, moving his lips to a new patch of skin, heating it up in moments. My fingers slide through his hair and make fists, body sighing as his tongue begins to work and I go slightly rigid. If I could say it without falling apart, his name would be caressing my lips again. I feel him shudder and sink into my lap, and I slide down into the chair in response, letting him lean into my belly as he works my skin. My eyes drift closed. Oh, what he does to me...*
Billy: *My neck bends more as I arch to reach lower, back twisting as my tongue seeks to explore the paths of his stomach, relearn those planes. I’m not in a very good position to reach it, here. Have to do something about that. I slide from his lap to the kitchen tile, feet hitting the tile before I drop to my knees in front of the chair. It’s about time I saw his face, saw his eyes shut tightly, his lips parted through his heavy breathing, his look of concentration, of pleasure. Beautiful. My hands slide up his inner thighs, parting them gently so I may lean between them and kiss his stomach, hands lingering as my tongue darts out to taste his navel.*
Dom: *I jump, sucking in a startled breath and glancing when I feel the sudden pressure of two hands slide up between my legs. Instantly, I comply, without even having to think, opening up to him and feeling his body push between my knees to take that empty place. My gaze levels to the sight of him reaching forward, and then I see, and feel, as he finds my belly with his lips, kisses starting up once again, hot and wet and slow, slower... I sigh, eyes drifting, and no matter how much I want to watch, his lips hypnotize me beyond consciousness. I wind my fingers languidly into his hair and melt into the chair.*
Billy: *So engrossed, he is. So engrossed, and so beautiful. My eyes stay trained on his face, despite the strain I get from looking so far up. It’s worth it. I want to devour him. And I will. My hands slide up from his inner thighs to his fly, button popping slowly through the buttonhole and zipper gradually sliding down, notch by notch. My mouth somehow separates from his skin, and though it is excruciatingly difficult, I stand and back away.* I want your trousers gone, Dommie. *I murmur, almost a whisper, as I direct my attention to the rest of the ingredients in my dessert.*
Dom: *Just as soon as it's getting good, he's gone; his warmth, his mouth, the pressure of those two bold hands. My eyes dart open and follow him as he moves away, further into the kitchen until I can't watch him anymore. I'm left in my chair, looking at myself, bare-chested and fly undone. Trousers gone. I should have those down, yeah? With little coordination, I manage to slip my shoes off, reaching down for my socks and leaving them on the kitchen floor. Then holding the table, I hobble up onto my feet, not realising I was quite as...encumbered as this until now. I reach a hesitant hand to the belt of my trousers and loosen them off of my hips, using both hands to pull them and my boxers down to the floor. Am I crazy? This is the kitchen. I straighten, eyes catching a lovely picture of my nearly full arousal before glancing away shiftily and stepping out of my pool of clothes as I turn to face Billy.*
Billy: *I’ve gathered the whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and the ice cream, and I set them down on the table, eyes watching Dom as he stands there, naked in the middle of the kitchen. If, at any other time, he had asked me to do this, here, in the kitchen, I probably would have laughed at him. I’m such a hypocrite. From the looks of it, though, Dom doesn’t seem to mind. I smile slowly, lips curling upwards gradually as I continue to watch him. Fuck, but he’s beautiful.* Have a seat, Dom. *I say softly, leaning back against the table as I watch him.*
Dom: *I glance between him and the ice cream, hesitating. Never thought he'd ask me to sit naked at the kitchen table. Slowly, I begin down, carefully setting myself on the chair, feeling a little awkward having no trousers between it and me. I turn my eyes back to Billy, managing a small smile as I begin to relax.* You're going to... tell me what to do... right? *I suppose I shouldn't ask that. It's sex; we've both done it enough to know what to do, I think... But I've never had...ice cream sex. I figure Billy probably has ideas of his own. ...I'd kind of like to know what they are.*
Billy: What to do? *I chuckle lightly, watching him with a gentle smile and reaching out to touch his cheek. Doesn’t he know; this is my birthday present to him. He doesn’t have to do anything.* I think you know what to do... *I reply as I sink back down to my knees, eye level with his groin. And I can’t take my eyes away. This is dinner and dessert and heaven and so much more. Does he even understand that? It seems almost blasphemy to try and improve the flavour. But I have to remind myself that I’m not trying to improve Dom’s flavour, but rather the sundae’s. I reach back on the table, hand fumbling for a bit as I don’t want to turn around, and latch on to the bottle of syrup. Popping the top, I turn it upside down, hold it over his arousal, and squeeze, drizzling the sauce out liberally, over his belly, his inner thighs, and that beautiful, beautiful erection. I’m making a mess; so what? I just hope the syrup has warmed up a bit for him.*
Dom: *I gasp, hands jumping to the sides of the chair as the chocolate touches down, fingers holding fast, feeling the dribbles run over my skin.* Oh-... *I look down at him, watching as he squeezes the bottle, his eyes steady in that one place, and I slide down into my seat to catch the stream as it falls. A breath shudders out of me. Shite, that's cold... My legs open a little more, feeling the liquid fall in other places. I can't help dropping my eyes to watch, dark brown globs draping over my arousal, knowing that Billy is watching as well.* Billy... *I want his mouth there, in all of those places.*
Billy: *Should be enough syrup. Too much can ruin the sundae, hide the other flavours. Wouldn’t want that. I set it down on the table and reach for the whipped cream, shaking the can before beginning to spray it out in a spiral around Dom’s erection. This is a work of art, I’d say. Seems a shame to ruin it. Wait, no it doesn’t. Something’s missing, though. What is this sundae missing... Oh. Elementary. I set the can of whipped cream back up on the counter and reach for the carton of ice cream, fumbling around for the spoon for a moment before bringing it down to my level. The ice cream has melted a bit and yields quickly under the spoon. Not that it’ll matter in a moment. Training my eyes on Dom’s I slide the spoon with the small bite of ice cream into my mouth, pulling the spoon out clean but leaving the bite to melt on my tongue. You ready for this, Dommie? Keeping my eyes on his for the longest possible moment, I lean forward, hands bracing on the top of Dom’s thighs as I slip my mouth over the head of his erection, allowing the tastes of the ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate, and Dom to mingle. Delicious. I moan. I swallow.*
Dom: Ah-! *My fingers clench around the seat of the chair, body steadily lengthening out, legs reaching along the floor, and trying to hold in place for him. I feel that tongue rub my head as he swallows; the heat and roughness of it just below that freezing layer of slippery ice cream. Gobs of it sink back into his mouth; cream, chocolate, his tongue working it slowly into my tender skin. I moan brokenly, heat pumping inside of me even as the coolness glides on the surface, quickly melting between my arousal and Billy's cavern.* Fuck... *I breathe, eyes pinching closed. The way he's tasting... He's making me sore, I'm so hard for him.*
Billy: *That’s it, I will never be able to eat a plain ice cream sundae again. It’ll be impossible to ever get this taste out of my mind. And I don’t want to. I moan freely as my lips descend, tasting more cream and chocolate and skin, lots and lots of hot, delicious skin. The best part. They should bottle this flavour. My tongue laps at him, chasing all the bits of flavour with fervour I hadn’t known was possible. I might die from how good this tastes, how good he feels under the pressure of my tongue, the suction of my lips. I want him all. I want him all inside my mouth at once. And I bend my head, lowering with the intention of doing just that.*
Dom: Dom: *I moan breathlessly, stretching out in the chair and up to Billy's mouth. His lips slide down my length in return, smearing the whipped cream and chocolate and leaving a sticky film against my skin.* Billy... *His tongue starts to roll, pushing through the coating to my hard skin, beginning a cycle of convulsive swallows to elicit the taste. I go rigid and hold onto the chair, balancing for a long groan and a shudder when his heat trickles through my erection to my spine. This is euphoric. Torture. Pure, bloody torture. Just the fact that I can't touch him and keep myself in this chair at the same time is driving me mad. I'm considering just letting go, taking hold of him, and letting him have me on the floor.* Ohhh Billy...
Billy: *I never thought messy could be so good. It seems as if the sweetness renews itself every time I dip my head down, but that’s probably just the natural flavour of Dom’s skin. My hand slip up his thighs, sliding though stickiness I never quite got to, until they reach his hips, gripping to hold him in place. He’s so good, so good. I’m fairly certain the if I concentrated hard enough, I could come just like this. I slide my mouth from around his erection, taking time to lick a trail down the underside, all the way down between his legs, tonguing the heavy sacs thoroughly and lapping up any hidden dessert before taking the path straight back up again. My tongue takes a moment to probe at the slit in the head, the source of the most flavour, the essence of Dom, before I take a deep breath and dive, taking him deep, deep as I can go, my mouth sucking furiously. Now is not the time to savour. Now is the time to devour.*
Dom: Fuck-! *I bolt into a long arch, straining with that pull of his mouth, beating out on all sides as he sucks hungrily at my erection. My head rubs down his throat. So bloody deep... I want to burst, muscles clenching down every limb, shattering loose with that beautiful orgasm. Just the mental image of him drinking from my hilt, consuming me from between my legs gets me so close I'm sweating.* Billy... *His name comes from deep within me, growling out, fingers so tight on the sides of this chair, I'm sure my knuckles are turning white. I attempt a few thrusts, shaking against the grip of his lips and tongue, length throbbing.* Ah Bill... *I grunt, breath dripping off of the words.* Fuck- Harder... harder...
Billy: *I comply as well as I can, sucking so hard, hollowing my cheeks far enough that I honestly can’t feel any space at all between the walls of my mouth and his thick, heated flesh. My mouth slides up and down slowly, keeping the pressure, increasing the friction. Come on love, come on... let me taste you again, taste you one last time...*
Dom: *My head falls back when the pressure strikes my skin, pulling from the head to the hilt as he slides up and down, engorging me in his mouth. I cry, feeling it. The friction is all over me. Running down my body in rippling waves, sending chills up my spine and back to the pit of my stomach. I'm so, so close... I slowly lose sense of reason as my mind comes loose in this moment, hands ripping away from the seat and grasping down to him, bracing him to me as I thrust deep into his tight throat, body sliding slowly against the chair on my own heated sweat. I'm panting, his teeth grazing my length until we can barely move, he's sucking so hard, and my back begins to flatten against the seat of the chair, hips sliding off the edge until he pushes back and holds me up with his friction as he salivates around my length. I stiffen, those last trickling sensations pleasing my hard flesh like feathers swirled against my skin, tickling until my stomach flips and I grasp him with imminent desperation, only milliseconds before I break.* Billy-!! *Gasping, I push back into the chair and instantly release, fluid bursting from my length down his throat, gripping me in an orgasm, rubbing sensually from the inside out. My hands are fisted in his hair, legs spread and shoving against the tiles of the floor, sweat forming from the hot shivers of my body. This feeling...oh, shite, I don't want it to stop...*
Billy: *Yes, yes... that’s it, that’s exactly what was needed. The cherry on the top. My fingers grip his hips desperately, leaving precious indentations in his skin as I hold him in place, holding him there so I may get my fill, not let a single drop spill. His come is hot down my throat, such a contrast to the coolness of the sundae itself, such a wonderful contrast. I suckle and suckle until he’s released every last drop, and then I suck gently some more, pulling my mouth off him gradually, my lips finally slipping over the head with a gentle pop, lips separating from skin as my tongue swipes out to catch anything left against my lips. My hands move from his hips to his thighs again, bracing myself against the muscle as I stand shakily, my entire body throbbing as I raise myself to his level and stop. I look him in the eyes, those beautiful, half-lidded eyes, my hand reaching to cup his jaw lightly before I lean in and kiss him. I’m not so greedy as to not share my dessert with him at all.*
Dom: Mmmh- *In my dizziness, I didn't expect this kiss; this taste, so sweet and purely blended with chocolate leftovers, his mouth, and my own flavour. I allow him to kiss for moments until the taste registers in me and I realise that I love it, gradually nipping back into his lips for more dessert, tongue lightly pushing into his mouth. I forget how empty I feel below, how weak my legs are as they hang against the chair, how cool my length begins to feel as the heat slips from it in gossamer sheets to receive the touch of the air on the wet paths he's left; the chocolate and the cream smeared on my skin. My hands reach to the chair again and push me slowly up, up into his lips as I kiss, shutting my eyes to the world and absolutely sated.*
Billy: *Like licking the spoon clean, this is. The sad completion of dessert, when you’re thinking about being naughty and going back for seconds. Hell, it’s like licking the whole bowl clean. My free hand rests on his thigh to keep myself standing, because I think I might fall otherwise. I want him so badly. I’m going to be naughty. I’m ready for seconds.*
Dom: *I sigh, breaking our lips softly, then tasting again, then breaking, slightly smiling, and tasting again. After all, he hasn't moved away yet... And I'd love to keep kissing him. I gently let go of the chair, feeling balanced enough on my own to reach up and cup his sides in my hands, fingers curling tightly into his shirt.* Mm, love... *I break our mouths again as I speak, finally opening my eyes to the hazy colours of the room, up into his gaze.* You're still covered up... *My hands slowly slide onto the plane of his stomach, inching toward the buttons of his shirt and curiously popping them through their holes. I smile, knowing that look on his face too well, wondering what he'll do about it.*
Billy: Very observant... *I murmur softly, wanting to kiss him again but wanting to watch him more. And feel him. Feel him touching me, his hands making the effort to have me unclothed as well. He knows how I want him, how I need him, and he’s going to let me have him, I know he is. But I’m not going to rush. He can unwrap me as his last present. We have all the time in the world.*
Dom: *I smile secretly, fingers untangling one more button, leaving the ends of his shirt hanging open as I lift my lips to connect a kiss just under his chin.* I'm just that clever... *I speak near his throat, feeling the vibration in another kiss. My fingers tiptoe up to the next button, and the next, until his shirt is hanging loosely and I'm necking him under his chin, sliding my hands beneath the cloth, pushing his shirt over his warm, smooth shoulders, and smiling on his skin. Hell, he's just letting me have him... I drag my hands along his arms until his shirt sleeves release him and I hear the shirt collapse to the floor.*
Billy: *I’m going to have to sit down in a minute, but I’d like to be naked when I do so, and that job is completely up to him. He’s doing a fine job of it so far, taking his time (the tease), and I’d help him along if I weren’t so adamant that he do this job for me, or if I were coordinated enough to be more of a help than a hindrance. I shiver at his lips, body going rigid with arousal as I sigh warmly, glad that my top half is now naked. Though it’s my bottom half that really needs the cool air against my naked skin.*
Dom: *I giggle in reply, relinquishing his hand hesitantly and settling myself back into my seat. The trees that pass my window are familiar. It's crazy to think that, really. Trees are familiar. I've seen these particular trees almost every day for more than a year. They point the way to our house. I love that. A smile peeks into the corner of my mouth and I watch them pass outside.* Are you going to sing me Happy Birthday today? *I ask Billy, off-handedly.*
Billy: *I can see our little house up ahead, looking like it’s just waiting for our return, and I smile at his question.* Do you want me to? *I ask, anticipating his answer but wanting to hear it anyway.*
Dom: *I turn away from the trees out my window, noticing our house up ahead before look to Billy. I don't think I've ever heard Billy sing. Not really. I mean, unless humming with classical counts as "singing." Which I don't think it does. My smile spreads.* Yes, please. Are you going to? *I ask with a testing grin.*
Billy: *I shrug, bouncing my head from side to side as if I’m really considering it.* I will, I suppose. *I reply with a grin as I pull up into our driveway in front of our home. I love taking Dom out on dates, I really do. But I think coming home is the best of all.* I’ll put a candle in your ice cream. *I say as I stop the car and cut the engine, leaning over in my seat to plant a kiss on his cheek before getting out of the car.*
Dom: *My eyes flicker with recognition of this moment, him kissing me like this, and I blush and watch him scoot out of the car. I grab the door handle and open, ducking out as well and closing the door to follow Billy to the porch, up the steps, tugging the edges of his jacket with a laugh as we stop at the door together.* How can I blow out my candle if I'm the sundae it's going to be stuck in?
Billy: *My key slides in the lock and I open the door, leaning back against him lightly, my head tipping to look at him.* I’ll make you a regular sundae. I don’t need to put a candle in my sundae. *I give him a wink as I push the door open, stepping into our darkened entryway.*
Dom: *I try to hold onto him as he leans into me, almost slipping out of my reach as he heads inside. My hands cradle his waist and I follow him in, the door closing gently as Billy gives it a push and clicks lightly as it stops. It's kind of shadowy here... A nice place for a little cuddling. I smile softly and step closer behind Billy, hands sliding around and circling him in my arms, pressing my front to his back. I sink my chin down beside his cheek, onto his shoulder, then bend my head and press my lips to his shoulder instead.* ...I'm going to melt your ice cream... *My voice mumbles into his jacket.*
Billy: Mmm. That’s because you’re so hot... *I murmur, hands covering his at my waist as I press back against him. My mind could run on this naughty road all night, I’m sure, but there are things that need to be done, words that need to be spoken before I can lick melting ice cream off his naked body. Oh my... I tip my head against his briefly before stepping gracefully out of his arms, shrugging off my coat and hanging it up on the hook by the door.* Presents first, ice cream second, alright? *I murmur, flipping on the light, illuminating the entryway and the living room.* I have to go get them. Be right back. *I run up the stairs to retrieve his gifts.*
Dom: *I laugh a little breathlessly as he escapes up the stairs, giving me no time to take him back. Usually I'm so excited about getting presents... But I'd give them up, I think, to just keep Billy in my arms. I pull off my coat and hang it on the hook next to Billy's, still looking up the stairway for any sign of him. Should I go up? Maybe I should wait like he wants me to and not start any trouble. Meaning...good things that we won't be able to stop. I turn toward the front room instead, allowing myself a casual smile as I make my way toward the couch and settle down in the corner. I look around and push a pillow from the middle cushions out of the way, knowing Billy will want to take its place, and I'll want that very much too. Or maybe he'll take my place. But I don't think I'd move out of the way.*
Billy: *I dig out the two boxes I had stored in the back of the closet and pile them in my arms, leaving the bedroom and returning triumphantly downstairs. I plop myself down on the couch next to Dom, barely missing his lap, and hand him the smaller, thinner, lighter of the two boxes, keeping the larger, square box in my lap and drumming my fingers on it.* This one first. It’s a tradition.
Dom: *I take the present as he hands it to me, looking the box over a bit before turning my happy gaze back up at Billy and setting the present down in my lap.* A tradition? *I ask rhetorically, pulling away the wrapping and glancing back to the box when I've pushed all the paper away. I slip my fingers under the edges of the box and pop it open, shuffling back the tissue paper and reaching inside.* Aha! *I laugh softly, pulling out a lovely button-down shirt from the box; a reddish-purpley one with tiny stripes, a similar style as the one he got me last year, and this one, I'm sure, is coming purely out of love. They're my two favourite shirts ever. I look it over with a wide grin and then lean to Billy with a kiss.* Very handsome, love... Thank you, Billy. *I tell him softly, pulling away to look at the shirt again, the big cuffs that I like... I bite my lip in eagerness, running my thumb over the stitching of a stripe.* Can I put it on?
Billy: ‘Course you can. *I reply, biting my lip happily, pleased that he likes it. It looked like something he’d like or, more accurately, something I’d like to see on him. I just have to remember to be careful not to rip it off him later.*
Dom: *I'm already tugging at the edges of my shirt, pulling it up over my shoulders and then over my head and onto the coffee table. I pick my new shirt out of its box again and unbutton the few fastened buttons before turning it around my back, careful not to knock Billy in the process. I look at him with a blushing grin, watching his eyes dart down over my body and back up with hesitant smiles. I don't know why... it always feels good when he does that. But just with him. I slip my arms into the sleeves, reaching to the buttons at my front as my hands appear through the cuffs. I fasten as far as I can before having to move the box on my lap to the coffee table and stand up to finish. Brushing my hands down my chest finally, I turn to show Billy, tugging the cuffs a little and smiling.* How is it?
Billy: *Damn, I am good. I seem to have an eye for dressing Dom, so I think I’m going to have to buy him clothes a lot more often. Better yet, take him shopping with me so I can watch him try on lots of different clothes.* Stunning. *I answer sincerely, letting my eyes roam over the shirt and Dom eagerly, admiring the fit and the colour and... Dom. What an attractive man. I tug on the end of his sleeve, pulling him back down.* Here, open your other present while I take the tag out. *I hand him the other box as I lean behind him, pulling the tag out of the back of his shirt and proceeding to tug it off.*
Dom: *I lean forward, feeling little brushes from Billy's fingers as he manages the tag, and I look over my next box with a big grin, (partly because of Billy's fingers, I think). My hands tear at the wrapping eagerly and I reveal the box, and my eye go instantly wide as I see it.* Bill... Is this...really... *I turn the box in my hands, simple white, and black, and apple silhouette. I feel Billy duck out from behind me, back to his place on the couch, and I look up to him with a vacant and happily astonished gaze.* Billy... *My grin begins to spread, unable to help it, though I really think he shouldn't have. As much as I love this. I bloody love this. I return my eyes to the box, not believing what I'm seeing even as I carefully peel off the sticker and open the lid, looking inside. I'm beaming with excitement, holding the box tightly and biting back my laughter. I can't believe he did this. I reach a hand inside and carefully fish out my gift, pulling it free and looking it over as though it were glowing already. An iPod. Billy got me a bloody iPod! I turn and my smile blooms over my face.* Billy! *I exclaim with overflowing excitement.* You really did-... I can't believe it! This is brilliant, Bill! This is- *I don't know what else to do. I'd never expected I'd ever actually own one of these, as much as I knew I'd use it. I didn't even ask for it, and he knew. I burst with a laugh and suddenly lean into Billy's cheek with a great, long, loud kiss, exclaiming as I come out to see him.* Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you... Bill, you're incredible, I love you. Thank you sooooo much!
Billy: *I laugh delightedly, enjoying the kiss and feeling rather proud of myself.* It was the most practical thing I could think to get you, actually. I knew how much you’d use it. *It really is just about the perfect thing for Dom... something he can take on his rounds, or listen to in the office while he sorts the piles of mail... something to drown McKenzie out. I lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek, tucking my cheek against his shoulder.* I’m glad you like it, love.
Dom: Billy... *I speak, still as excited as ever, holding the iPod in one hand while sneaking my free arm around Billy's back and tugging him close to me.* This is brilliant... *I've said it before, but I just can't stop myself. Just the look of it. It's so new and clean and... Billy got it for me. I wish he hadn't spent so much. But it's just so brilliant!* I love it, Bill. You shouldn't have gotten me such an expensive gift, but I love it very much. *My smile presses to his hair as I lean my head against his, brushing my cheek across the top of his head. Wow... I'm still wide-eyed, I can tell.* Brilliant...
Billy: You’re worth it, Dommie. You’re worth every penny. *I slip my own arm around him and squeeze him tightly pressing myself into his side and closing my eyes at his warmth and comfort. I fit so well here. After a long moment I open my eyes again, tipping my head back to smile at him.* Think you can resist playing with it right away and come have some ice cream with me first?
Dom: *A light bulb goes off in my mind and I glance away from the iPod unintentionally.* Ice cream? *But I know exactly what he means... Or, at least, what it will eventually mean, and I've been looking forward to that for a while now. I turn my head against his trying to look down at him.* Your ice cream or my ice cream? *Because, as he said before, there is a distinct difference between the two. I'd like to have both of them eventually, I think. But it'd be nice to know the order so I can better prepare myself for the one I'll be having soonest.*
Billy: *I bite my lip with a grin, glad to see he seems so eager... for both of them, really.* Your ice cream. Um... meaning the ice cream you’ll eat. The kind with a candle in it. Though I can’t guarantee I won’t steal a bite of it, as well.
Dom: *I break with small laughter, squeezing him tight and nuzzling his hair.* That's all right... I'll be getting something out of your ice cream too, I think, so it's only fair. *I grin at the thought, feeling my face grow a bit warm, and I press my cheek to his hair. Carefully, I set the iPod back inside its box and move the box to the table, freeing my arm to wrap it around Billy's welcome little body. This is about right... I nuzzle him again, humming happily.* Thank you for my presents, Billy...
Billy: You are very welcome. *I scoot myself in closer, both my arms going around his waist as I look up at him. I don’t think I’ve kissed him enough today. Hmm, definitely not enough at all. I raise my lips to his, kissing him for a long moment, just enough to... no, actually, not enough to satisfy at all, but somehow I’ll wait. Somehow.* Come on then. *I say, patting his hip gently before pulling back.* To the kitchen, before I have to kiss you again, and I end up having my ice cream sundae without the ice cream. *I stand up and offer him a hand.*
Dom: Don't think I'd mind that... *I take his hand, giggling softly behind my smile as he pulls me up and I step a little too close to him, gaining my balance, holding his hips for support. But I end up just looking into his eyes, smile growing very gentle, and my thumbs massage into his waist for a moment before remembering where we were off to. I blush at him and let my hands slip from his sides, beginning toward the kitchen when he makes a move in that direction, following him closely.* Did you really get chocolate and whipped cream? *I ask with a clever grin, coming into the kitchen and stopping at the fridge.*
Billy: Do you doubt me? *I ask with a gasp, eyes wide and following him around the kitchen. I take his shoulders and steer him to the table.* Sit. *I command, heading to the cupboard to get out Dom’s special sundae dish, the fancy glass one he got for Christmas last year. Setting it on the counter, I turn to the fridge and open the freezer.* Ice cream... *I pull out the carton and set it next to the dish, bending to reach into the fridge next.* And chocolate syrup... and whipped cream... *I emerge triumphant, holding the goodies proudly before stepping to the counter and beginning to prepare his sundae.*
Dom: *I sit just as I'm told, looking toward the fridge as Billy emerges with his treats in hand. My smile slowly trickles onto my lips and I scoot my chair closer to the kitchen table, already anticipating the taste of cookies and cream. This feels so much like a birthday... Not that I've ever had that feeling, but I'm sure that this is what it's supposed to feel like. I watch Billy, eagerly smiling, as he sets out my favourite ice cream dish, which he got me the day after he told me he loved me...meaning Christmas. He opens the ice cream with a pop and searches for a scoop in on of the utensil drawers, making a bit more noise.* How long before you sing to me? *I ask over his sounds.*
Billy: *Finding the scoop, I proceed to fill the dish with liberal scoops of ice cream. It’s his birthday, after all. No use holding back.* Can’t sing to you until there’s a candle in your ice cream. So... another two minutes, I’d estimate. *I smile, squeezing out the syrup on top of the ice cream and then the whipped cream on top of that, listening to the hiss as it sprays from the can. Perfect. I rummage around in a drawer, looking for the small box of birthday candles I bought last weekend.*
Dom: *I slide my hands down my thighs, watching him and sighing through a smile. Not yet...* Have you ever sung to anyone else before? *His fingers pluck out a nice, swirling blue candle and he sticks it proudly in the top of his creation, causing my smile to grow brightly.*
Billy: I used to sing all the time when I was little, to my parents and sister... *I reply idly, sticking the candle in precisely the middle of the ice cream before fishing around in a drawer for matches.* When I was in college, I’d sing for drinks in bars on occasion, if my friends had already got me drunk enough to do it. *I find the box of matches and strike one, lowering it to the candle.* But I believe you are the first I will have ever sung a Happy Birthday solo to. *I reply with a smile, extinguishing the match before carefully moving the sundae over to the table in front of him. I reach over to flip the kitchen light off, just so I can see the candle light flicker across his face, and then I stand very straight, open my mouth, and start singing.* Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you... happy birthday dear Dommie... happy birthday to you!
Dom: *I'm almost shocked by the sound of his voice, looking up at him in the flickering darkness, so surprised by that sudden, beautiful sound that a smile instantly flashes through my face and I laugh, completely forgetting, (like I would never do on any other circumstance), that there is even ice cream in front of me. I can feel blush rushing to my cheeks, listening to every clear note, grinning and unable to keep my eyes off of him. There are traces of tears lining my eyes, the kind of tears you can only get while hearing a pure sound in one real instant, reserved especially for you, painted with the familiar lilt of my sweetheart. I can't believe he sounds this beautiful... He finishes, the air still spinning with the memory of his song, and I can't think of what to say. I swallow, pressing my hands to my thighs.* Billy... *I want to reach out to him; I want to hold him close on my lap, in my arms, cuddling him and telling him how wonderful he is. My smile peeks hesitantly onto my lips.* You're really good...
Billy: *My cheeks flush warmly, not from the candle flame, I don’t think. He’s lit up in the tiny, flickering light, face a warm gold, eyes shining and bright. What a lovely man... I can’t believe I actually sang for him, now that I’ve done so. I don’t think I’d do that for anyone else, really. But for him... anything.* Thank you. *I whisper, swallowing suddenly as I smile a bit embarrassedly at him.* Aren’t you going to blow out your candle?
Dom: *Oh. Right. My eyes flicker to my sundae again, watching the flame of the candle for a moment. I heave a breath and glance at Billy before closing my eyes for a wish.* I wish... *I grin subtly, knowing Billy's listening, and leave off the end of my wish. It won't come true if I say it out loud, after all. I speak it in my head and smile. I wish...that Billy would sit in my lap and enjoy this sundae with me. I laugh softly to myself and open my eyes, letting my breath out on the candle in one blow, dousing the flame and leaving the room quite dark.*
Billy: *Flipping the light on again and blinking in the sudden brightness, I reach into the drawer for a spoon before stepping to Dom’s side again, close this time. I hold out the spoon to him.* Did you make a good wish? *I ask softly, other hand moving to slide through his hair.*
Dom: *Mm, that feels good... I wrap my fingers around the spoon he offers me, bringing it close to my ice cream, but not scooping yet. I lean my head into his hand as I look up to him.* Yes, it was a very good wish... *My eyes travel contentedly to my ice cream again and I reach my free hand to pluck out my candle and lick the whipped cream off the end.* I hope it will come true soon... *I add, musing, running my tongue on my lips and setting the candle down beside my bowl. I dip my spoon into the sundae with silent satisfaction.*
Billy: Did you wish that your sundae would be delicious? Because I think that will come true. *My hand in his hair shifts to his shoulder as I sit, draping myself over his lap. Better. I press my face to his hair and breathe in slowly.* Have a bite.
Dom: *I sigh happily, sneaking my arm around his waist and pulling him close to me. Well, here's part of my wish... A wide smile crosses my lips and I scoop out a spoonful of ice cream.* Here goes... *I announce, and slip the spoonful between my lips, sliding it out, clean. The ice cream turns everything inside my mouth sweet and I press my cheek to Billy as I savour the taste.* Mmm...very good. *I hum after swallowing, again licking the sugar off of my lips and reaching my spoon out for another scoop.* It is definitely a birthday sundae.
Billy: Well, of course it is. That’s what it was made for, after all. *I reply, falsely indignant, rubbing my lips in his hair with brief kisses. Mmm, perfect. How is it that this evening actually turned out perfectly? Nothing went wrong at all and... don’t want to jinx it. But I don’t think I’m going to have to worry. Now, to talk about the one thing that’s been on my mind for months now, and if I’m not mistaken, it’s been on Dom’s mind too.* Dommie... *I murmur, kissing his temple lightly.* Can we talk?
Dom: *I take another bite of ice cream, attention shifting suddenly when he asks a question against my skin.* Mm? *I swallow and attempt to turn my head to him, not really succeeding, but only because I'd rather keep feeling his warm, little breaths in my hair. Is something wrong? He doesn't seem upset... I leave my spoon in my ice cream dish and slowly bring both arms around him tight. My brow bends softly, nuzzling.* What is it, love?
Billy: *Have I gone and worried him? I didn’t mean to. It’s nothing bad at all. Far from it. I kiss his forehead and reach for the spoon with one hand, scooping up another bite and holding it to his lips.* I want to talk about marrying you... *I breathe, the hand that’s still around his shoulder rubbing the soft hairs at the back of his neck tenderly.*
Dom: *I smile and sigh and hold him even closer than before, pressing my face to his for a moment before leaning out again and taking the spoonful of ice cream that he's offering me.* Mm okay... *I swallow the delicious, cool cream and nuzzle him again, this time in pure happiness. I love talking about that. Anytime he brings it up, my heart does somersaults; just to know that he's thinking about it too...* What's on your mind?
Billy: The wedding... *I dig for another bite of ice cream, making sure to get extra whipped cream so I can swipe a finger off the top of the spoon and have a taste before presenting the mouthful to Dom. I suck on my finger consideringly.* When we want to have it, where we want to have it... *I sigh softly, tucking my cheek to his hair.* The sooner the better, love.
Dom: *I take another bite of sundae as he offers it, and lean into him as he pulls the spoon away. The wedding? I've been looking forward to it so much, it never occurred to me we'd actually have to plan it. Wasn't it just supposed to happen? Of course, now my mind is lost for ideas... When and where...? I swallow and pull him close.* When do you want to have it, love? *I'm sure he can see right through that one. He knows I'm no good at the business of things like this.*
Billy: Soon... *I reply softly, holding the spoon limply and pressing my lips to his forehead.* I mean... the ceremony won’t be big. We don’t have enough people to invite. It won’t take much planning. So the soonest we could probably pull it off would be... *I sigh, calculating.* ...February? And I have a week off school in February, as well.
Dom: You do? *I try to remember last year, if he had a week off. But I don't think I'm that familiar with the American school system yet to know... I squeeze him close and nod a little, considering February for the date. It's so soon. Two months... A thrill runs through my body and it occurs to me that I wouldn't want it any other way. It's just soon enough. February...* That sounds... nice, Bill. People don't have many winter weddings, yeah? *I ask, turning toward him with a smile, nudging him with my nose, growing more and more fond of the notion.* Can we have it in a chilly place?
Billy: *I lean down and bump noses with him, rubbing gently.* What’s your definition of chilly? Antarctica? *I smile, tipping forward slightly to brush my lips with his.* Where would you like to be married, Dommie?
Dom: *I smile as he pulls just that little bit away from my lips, giving him soft Eskimo kisses, since we're talking about cold places.* Anywhere... *I answer softly, goose bumps growing slowly on my skin. My hands massage his body, pulling him a bit closer. But before I forget my words, a thought enters my mind and I lean my lips into his, muffling my voice in a kiss.* Can we go to Scotland?
Billy: You want to go to Scotland? *The idea is beautiful in my mind, the idea of returning to Scotland, to home after being gone for years, with my love... to get married. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t what I wanted more than anything else, but I want to make sure it’s what Dom really wants, too.* Are you sure?
Dom: Mm. *I nod softly, breaking away from his lips and smiling as I open my eyes. Scotland... It sounds even better now that I'm looking at him, holding my love in my arms, wanting to know where he comes from.* If you want to go to Scotland... *I answer, beginning to smile.* ...I really want to go to Scotland... To one of those old churches you told me about once...
Billy: *My arms fold tightly around his shoulders, tightly, tightly as I can as I rock gently in his arms, kissing his hair again and again. As if it weren’t enough to just be marrying him. He’s gone and made everything absolutely perfect.* Yes... *I murmur, smiling hugely, so happy I’m probably trembling.* Yes, let’s get married in Scotland... *I get to go back to Scotland. I get to go see my country, my sister... and I get to introduce the man I love to all of it, and take his hand in mine once and for all.*
Dom: *I laugh at the sensation of those kisses and wrap him up in my arms, feeling his body shake in my embrace, but hearing his smile in his words and knowing he's not trembling out of fear. He really does want to go home. I want him to show me. Just to know what it all means to him is another piece in my puzzle of him that I haven't found yet. And he wants me to know.* You have to show me everything. When we go there. *I tell him, nudging my nose into his warmth and breathing him in. Does Scotland smell like this? I press my smile onto his shoulder.* Promise.
Billy: I promise. Everything. I’ll show you everything I remember, and then we can discover the rest together. *I nudge his face up with my shoulder, touching his cheek and swooping in for a long kiss in one movement. There. That puts a seal on that promise.* I’ll get up early tomorrow and call Margaret, see if she can find us a nice place to hold the ceremony. *I murmur as I break the kiss finally.* Speaking of Margaret... who do we want to invite?
Dom: Everyone... *My voice is soft, not yet awake from that wonderful kiss. But I try again, a little harder, for his sake. After all, it is a bit difficult to send out invitations to everyone - "Dear person of the world, Billy and I are getting married! Please come. Kisses, Dom."* Family... *I answer again with a grin.* Brothers and sisters. *I bring out one of my hands and start to count on my fingers.* Let's see... Mum, Dad, brother, sister, you, me... three cats... and a partridge in a pear tree. I think that's all.
Billy: *I giggle and press my lips boldly to his forehead, resting there, because that’s a comfortable place to rest.* I don’t think the partridge would last long with the three cats there. So maybe we should just strike the four of them off the list, for the sake of partridgekind, hmm? That leaves... *I pause, eyes widening at the total.* Four guests. Wow. And the two of us, and whoever performs the ceremony... Seven total. *I laugh softly, looking down at him as I pick up the spoon again to give him a bite of melting ice cream.* Shouldn’t be much of an ordeal planning this at all. *I press the spoon to his lips.*
Dom: *He guides the spoon into my mouth as I begin to speak, muffling my voice around the ice cream he leaves on my tongue.* What about your gran? *I ask, swallowing the melty ice cream and watching him as he reaches for another little scoop.* Could she come?
Billy: *I pause, taking a few extra moments to make sure there’s an equal ratio of ice cream, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream on the spoon before presenting the bite to Dom.* I don’t know. *I admit finally, chewing on my lower lip.* I’ll certainly invite her, but... *I shake my head slowly.* I don’t think she’ll come.
Dom: Why? *I say around a mouthful of ice cream. Billy never told me much about his gran... Maybe she isn't well anymore. I'd hate to think that he wouldn't tell me about it... I slide my hands down his back, massaging lightly, attempting a teasing smile.* Doesn't she want to see her grandson get married to a handsome bloke like me?
Billy: *I smile lightly, knowing how little Dom understands about the situation, about how things are between me and my grandmother. Whenever I speak of family, it’s Margaret I talk of, or I’ll share memories of my parents. Rarely my gran.* Well, she didn’t want to see me with the last bloke I was with, and while you’re much more handsome, I think that might only exacerbate the situation. *I reply finally, tapping him gently on the tip of his nose before sighing softly.* My gran... well... she’s old, Dommie. And I don’t mean that in a derogatory sense. I just mean... she’s not quite up with the times. She doesn’t... she doesn’t want to see me with another man.
Dom: *I watch him, mouth forming into a small O. I shouldn't feel hurt, not even in the little way I'm feeling now. This is a usual sort of thing, you know. These days. But, I mean... She's part of Billy. And I haven't even met her; already I'm getting the sense that she doesn't like me at all.* ...That's all right, Bill. *I reply, suddenly soft, but attempting a smile. I let my hands rub comfortingly into his sides, looking into his eyes with sincerity.* It'll work out, yeah? We'll just have four guests instead.
Billy: Yeah. *I attempt a smile back at Dom, only to find that the smile succeeds, much to my relief. After all, I got over this when Jack and I were together and Gran showed her disapproval then. This isn’t anything new.* Four is a better number, anyway.
Dom: *I laugh suddenly, brightening all over, feeling much better.* Yeah... More drinks for everyone. *I grin at him, squeezing his sides a bit before wrapping my arms completely around his waist and bouncing him on my thigh.* And less chance someone will pipe up during the "speak now or forever hold your peace" bit...
Billy: *I laugh and cling tightly to him, pressing my nose into his cheek.* I might have to smack anyone who speaks up during that bit. So you’d better warn your side of the family. Though I doubt we’ll have any trouble with your mum...
Dom: *I laugh with him, cuddling him close when I feel the cool tip of his nose on my skin.* Unless she squeaks from excitement, I think... Dad and Matt are pretty quiet; I don't think they'll say much. How about your sister? *But I stop a moment as a picture comes to my mind - a little church, almost empty... My mum and dad and brother on one side in the pews...and on the other side... I pull away a bit from Billy's shoulder, furrowing brow.* She's going to be the only one on your family's side, Bill. Should we make her a flower girl or...maid of honour or something?
Billy: Hmm. *I scoop up another spoonful of the near-ice-cream-soup, holding it up to his lips as I consider.* I think she’s a bit old to be a flower girl... *I laugh, kissing his cheek.* My family is your family. She and your mum will probably get along famously. They can all sit together.
Dom: *I smile slowly, taking the spoonful of what used to be ice cream into my mouth and pinching my lips in a grin as I savour it. His family is my family... Now this picture looks better in my mind - all of them grouped together in the middle of the church... Right behind me and Billy. I squeeze him close on a whim, leaning into his warm body for a moment with a warm smile on my face.* I love you, Billy. This is going to be so perfect. Let's go there right now.
Billy: Might take a bit more planning than that, yeah? *I ask with a laugh, but I feel his sentiments, anyway.* February’s not so far away. And it’ll go by quick, I promise. *Reaching for the dish, I scoop up the dregs of the ice cream and hold the spoon for him.* Ready for the last bite of your birthday sundae?
Dom: I don't think I'll have to bite that. *I laugh, looking at the drippy pool held in the spoon. But I open my mouth anyway, extending my tongue a bit and allowing the rest of the ice cream in my mouth. Billy slips the spoon back out of my lips, and has that look about him that makes me want to give him sticky ice cream kisses all over. I squeeze him, scooting him on my lap a bit with a sudden, bright grin.* My wish came true!
Billy: *I laugh; he’s so adorable. Did I say he was turning twenty-eight? Take off the two at the beginning of that number and you might be closer to the truth. I set the dish back down and grin happily at him.* Does that mean you can tell me what it was?
Dom: *I nod continuously with a smile, leaning into Billy and pressing kisses to his cheek.* Yes... *I mumble on his skin, nudging his head a bit as I keep nodding.* And it was that you would sit on my lap and enjoy my ice cream with me, and it came true... *I kiss him again, then again, holding my lips on his warm, soft cheek.*
Billy: Mmm... I did enjoy it, very much indeed... even if I am getting most of it in kisses rather than directly. *I laugh softly, closing my eyes to absorb the feeling of his lips on my skin, absorb the sweetness through my pores before opening my eyes and turning to look at him.* That’s the best way to enjoy ice cream, anyway.
Dom: *I close my eyes happily and leave one last long, sugary kiss on his skin, making a small pop as I pull away. My eyes find his gaze and I set my jaw amusedly.* I thought you knew a better way...
Billy: *I raise an eyebrow, glad to see he hasn’t forgotten about that; I sure haven’t.* It all involves kissing, doesn’t it? *I ask softly, moving a fingertip to stroke along his jaw softly.* Kissing... ice cream... lots of skin...
Dom: *I get sudden shivers and instinctively lean closer to him, fingers tensing against his sides as I feel little prickles of goose bumps rising on my limbs. Ohhh, that voice... I want more of that voice; like ice cream; like his mouth working through the taste of it to find me underneath.* I think so...
Billy: *It isn’t far to lean in and tuck my face against the side of his, lips straining to envelop his earlobe, nibbling just slightly. The taste of his skin is heavenly enough. But I really like ice cream...* I know so... ice cream kisses... all over your body? *It shouldn’t be a question but it is anyway, asking him if he still wants the last birthday present I have for him.*
Dom: *My eyes drift between open and closed for the moment that his lips are on my ear. He's done this a million times before and it still drives me crazy; I can hardly focus even on his alluring question.* Are you- *I have to swallow, cocking my head gently toward his in question.* Are you sure?... That sounds too messy...for you, Bill...
Billy: I can be messy... when I want to be. *I murmur slowly, flicking my tongue against his ear before pressing my lips just below it. I’ll never be able to understand why every inch of his skin has a unique, delicious flavour, but I’m certainly not complaining.* And I want to be... Besides, I’ll clean you up... I promise.
Dom: *I think I've just melted out of my own skin. My mouth is open next to his cheek and I sigh, eyes closing slowly, wholly fascinated. How he ever erases my senses so quickly is a mystery. I can't even feel my mind gauging the process as I slide my arms around him and pull him tightly into my lap, grunting so softly at the slight flick of his tongue.* Billy... *Ah, I've crossed that borderline - stepped into a moment where I can only remember his name. His sweet, soft, beautiful... ...warm... wet, sexy-... My head lulls to the touch of his mouth and I hold my breath.*
Billy: *I smile languidly, hands smoothing down his sides, palms pressing close to the cloth of his new shirt, feeling his warm, firm flesh beneath the thin layer of clothing. My mouth works a spot just below his jaw, a spot of supple, delicious skin just perfect against my tongue an lips, as my fingers, slowly, slowly, ever so gently pull the fabric of his shirt up his body. I’ll have to take it off eventually. Can’t have it getting dirty already! But for now, I just need to feel his warmth. My palm connects with his side, cupping gently against his waist.*
Dom: *My body jumps, stomach darting in at the sudden contact of his cool hand; palm and tiny fingertips leaving their pressure points in my skin. My brow bends, feeling. But as I sense the touch gradually warming, his lips still working under a soft spot of my jaw, my smile casually slips onto my lips, one hesitant bit at a time. I sink myself into his hand, allowing him to touch, glad that he is touching. So glad that he is touching... I exhale contentedly and rest my cheek against the shape of his ear, feeling his head bend underneath mine to still have a taste of my jaw.* Talk to me, Billy... *I tell him, knowing that this may be the last time I'll ever have the sanity to request it. I love to listen to his voice; especially during times like these.*
Billy: *I lick just under his chin, the slightly rough skin abrading my tongue nicely. Perfect... so bloody perfect.* Talk to you? *I murmur, biting down softly at his throat, hand sliding regretfully out from under his shirt in favour of moving to work at the buttons.* You should be talking to me. My mouth’s busy. *I kiss along the column of his neck to demonstrate, nipping occasionally for emphasis.* Tell me how I’m ever supposed to eat ice cream normally again... after the pleasure of eating it off your body?
Dom: I'll-ah... *Oh, but those short nips to my neck are too much. He knows. He knows I want it; just there. Right there... I jump as he does it again, teeth pulling gently at my taut throat as I bend my head back to give him room.* We'll work our way... ah-back down, yeah? *I try to smile, but it intermittently vanishes.* You'll be using a spoon again in no time.
Billy: *I wriggle gently in his lap but not too gently. Those blasted buttons finally come undone and I spread his shirt wide, hands smoothing over his chest as I bend to drink from the hollow of his throat, pressing my tongue there for a long moment.* Suppose I prefer ice cream cones... suppose I like to lick...
Dom: Then I think... *An exhale slides out of my lips, and my hands push him closer. Oh...that mouth...* ...you'll be fine by tomorrow... *When did he learn all of this? That dirty mouth of his... No one would ever expect it, just looking at him; not even by talking to him every day. Even if they'd known Billy Boyd for fifty years, I doubt anyone would suspect that his sweet, little mouth could do this. I am the luckiest bloody man on the planet.*
Billy: *I chuckle deeply, mouth pressed tenderly to the centre of his chest, my hands smoothing up over his shoulders to push the shirt down. I remove my lips from his skin with a tiny ‘pop’ as I speak.* Shirt off, love. Don’t want to get it all sticky.
Dom: *A smile spreads across my lips, relishing the insistence of his hands at the cloth bundled around my shoulders. I sit up, just enough to shrug the shirt from my arms back onto the chair, slipping my hands through the sleeves and back to his body. With a warm sigh, I wrap him up and pull him forward again, wanting that touch back as soon as possible, hoping to feel that mouth again in some surprising location. He's making love to me. Right now; and my insides are unravelling at the thought... Soon we'll both be bare in each other's arms and pleasing each other as much as possible. I nuzzle down to his hair and wait for his secret kiss; perhaps his voice; any approval of what I've done to show my skin to him.*
Billy: Better. *I murmur, words trailing off into a sigh as my eyes sweep appreciatively across all the newly revealed skin. He’s like a brand new present every time I unwrap him. A birthday present for me, on his birthday. Bending low, my lips slide slowly down to a nipple, drawing it into my mouth, my tongue flickering lightly before I begin to suck. My hands have made their way to his waist again, almost feeling his skin heat perceptibly under my palms.*
Dom: *I gasp, having to hold him even tighter when the pressure jolts through me into his mouth. My head falls back, and as my shuddering subsides I smile again, smiling to the ceiling, heart thudding against my chest.* Billy... *I say his name to myself in a whisper. I pull my hands up along his body until I reach his neck, following the column gently before dragging my fingers into his hair, twisting around the tufts.* Billy... *I say again through another smile.*
Billy: Dom... *I breathe against the peaking nub before fastening my lips over it again, swiping my tongue roughly across it. It’s almost a strain to move my lips over to the other one, but it’s worth it when I get there, when I can give that nipple the same attention. I give a shiver of my own accord, the feeling of his fingers in my hair and the taste under my tongue sending a wave of pleasure through me.*
Dom: *He leaves a wet spot to cool on my chest, moving his lips to a new patch of skin, heating it up in moments. My fingers slide through his hair and make fists, body sighing as his tongue begins to work and I go slightly rigid. If I could say it without falling apart, his name would be caressing my lips again. I feel him shudder and sink into my lap, and I slide down into the chair in response, letting him lean into my belly as he works my skin. My eyes drift closed. Oh, what he does to me...*
Billy: *My neck bends more as I arch to reach lower, back twisting as my tongue seeks to explore the paths of his stomach, relearn those planes. I’m not in a very good position to reach it, here. Have to do something about that. I slide from his lap to the kitchen tile, feet hitting the tile before I drop to my knees in front of the chair. It’s about time I saw his face, saw his eyes shut tightly, his lips parted through his heavy breathing, his look of concentration, of pleasure. Beautiful. My hands slide up his inner thighs, parting them gently so I may lean between them and kiss his stomach, hands lingering as my tongue darts out to taste his navel.*
Dom: *I jump, sucking in a startled breath and glancing when I feel the sudden pressure of two hands slide up between my legs. Instantly, I comply, without even having to think, opening up to him and feeling his body push between my knees to take that empty place. My gaze levels to the sight of him reaching forward, and then I see, and feel, as he finds my belly with his lips, kisses starting up once again, hot and wet and slow, slower... I sigh, eyes drifting, and no matter how much I want to watch, his lips hypnotize me beyond consciousness. I wind my fingers languidly into his hair and melt into the chair.*
Billy: *So engrossed, he is. So engrossed, and so beautiful. My eyes stay trained on his face, despite the strain I get from looking so far up. It’s worth it. I want to devour him. And I will. My hands slide up from his inner thighs to his fly, button popping slowly through the buttonhole and zipper gradually sliding down, notch by notch. My mouth somehow separates from his skin, and though it is excruciatingly difficult, I stand and back away.* I want your trousers gone, Dommie. *I murmur, almost a whisper, as I direct my attention to the rest of the ingredients in my dessert.*
Dom: *Just as soon as it's getting good, he's gone; his warmth, his mouth, the pressure of those two bold hands. My eyes dart open and follow him as he moves away, further into the kitchen until I can't watch him anymore. I'm left in my chair, looking at myself, bare-chested and fly undone. Trousers gone. I should have those down, yeah? With little coordination, I manage to slip my shoes off, reaching down for my socks and leaving them on the kitchen floor. Then holding the table, I hobble up onto my feet, not realising I was quite as...encumbered as this until now. I reach a hesitant hand to the belt of my trousers and loosen them off of my hips, using both hands to pull them and my boxers down to the floor. Am I crazy? This is the kitchen. I straighten, eyes catching a lovely picture of my nearly full arousal before glancing away shiftily and stepping out of my pool of clothes as I turn to face Billy.*
Billy: *I’ve gathered the whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and the ice cream, and I set them down on the table, eyes watching Dom as he stands there, naked in the middle of the kitchen. If, at any other time, he had asked me to do this, here, in the kitchen, I probably would have laughed at him. I’m such a hypocrite. From the looks of it, though, Dom doesn’t seem to mind. I smile slowly, lips curling upwards gradually as I continue to watch him. Fuck, but he’s beautiful.* Have a seat, Dom. *I say softly, leaning back against the table as I watch him.*
Dom: *I glance between him and the ice cream, hesitating. Never thought he'd ask me to sit naked at the kitchen table. Slowly, I begin down, carefully setting myself on the chair, feeling a little awkward having no trousers between it and me. I turn my eyes back to Billy, managing a small smile as I begin to relax.* You're going to... tell me what to do... right? *I suppose I shouldn't ask that. It's sex; we've both done it enough to know what to do, I think... But I've never had...ice cream sex. I figure Billy probably has ideas of his own. ...I'd kind of like to know what they are.*
Billy: What to do? *I chuckle lightly, watching him with a gentle smile and reaching out to touch his cheek. Doesn’t he know; this is my birthday present to him. He doesn’t have to do anything.* I think you know what to do... *I reply as I sink back down to my knees, eye level with his groin. And I can’t take my eyes away. This is dinner and dessert and heaven and so much more. Does he even understand that? It seems almost blasphemy to try and improve the flavour. But I have to remind myself that I’m not trying to improve Dom’s flavour, but rather the sundae’s. I reach back on the table, hand fumbling for a bit as I don’t want to turn around, and latch on to the bottle of syrup. Popping the top, I turn it upside down, hold it over his arousal, and squeeze, drizzling the sauce out liberally, over his belly, his inner thighs, and that beautiful, beautiful erection. I’m making a mess; so what? I just hope the syrup has warmed up a bit for him.*
Dom: *I gasp, hands jumping to the sides of the chair as the chocolate touches down, fingers holding fast, feeling the dribbles run over my skin.* Oh-... *I look down at him, watching as he squeezes the bottle, his eyes steady in that one place, and I slide down into my seat to catch the stream as it falls. A breath shudders out of me. Shite, that's cold... My legs open a little more, feeling the liquid fall in other places. I can't help dropping my eyes to watch, dark brown globs draping over my arousal, knowing that Billy is watching as well.* Billy... *I want his mouth there, in all of those places.*
Billy: *Should be enough syrup. Too much can ruin the sundae, hide the other flavours. Wouldn’t want that. I set it down on the table and reach for the whipped cream, shaking the can before beginning to spray it out in a spiral around Dom’s erection. This is a work of art, I’d say. Seems a shame to ruin it. Wait, no it doesn’t. Something’s missing, though. What is this sundae missing... Oh. Elementary. I set the can of whipped cream back up on the counter and reach for the carton of ice cream, fumbling around for the spoon for a moment before bringing it down to my level. The ice cream has melted a bit and yields quickly under the spoon. Not that it’ll matter in a moment. Training my eyes on Dom’s I slide the spoon with the small bite of ice cream into my mouth, pulling the spoon out clean but leaving the bite to melt on my tongue. You ready for this, Dommie? Keeping my eyes on his for the longest possible moment, I lean forward, hands bracing on the top of Dom’s thighs as I slip my mouth over the head of his erection, allowing the tastes of the ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate, and Dom to mingle. Delicious. I moan. I swallow.*
Dom: Ah-! *My fingers clench around the seat of the chair, body steadily lengthening out, legs reaching along the floor, and trying to hold in place for him. I feel that tongue rub my head as he swallows; the heat and roughness of it just below that freezing layer of slippery ice cream. Gobs of it sink back into his mouth; cream, chocolate, his tongue working it slowly into my tender skin. I moan brokenly, heat pumping inside of me even as the coolness glides on the surface, quickly melting between my arousal and Billy's cavern.* Fuck... *I breathe, eyes pinching closed. The way he's tasting... He's making me sore, I'm so hard for him.*
Billy: *That’s it, I will never be able to eat a plain ice cream sundae again. It’ll be impossible to ever get this taste out of my mind. And I don’t want to. I moan freely as my lips descend, tasting more cream and chocolate and skin, lots and lots of hot, delicious skin. The best part. They should bottle this flavour. My tongue laps at him, chasing all the bits of flavour with fervour I hadn’t known was possible. I might die from how good this tastes, how good he feels under the pressure of my tongue, the suction of my lips. I want him all. I want him all inside my mouth at once. And I bend my head, lowering with the intention of doing just that.*
Dom: Dom: *I moan breathlessly, stretching out in the chair and up to Billy's mouth. His lips slide down my length in return, smearing the whipped cream and chocolate and leaving a sticky film against my skin.* Billy... *His tongue starts to roll, pushing through the coating to my hard skin, beginning a cycle of convulsive swallows to elicit the taste. I go rigid and hold onto the chair, balancing for a long groan and a shudder when his heat trickles through my erection to my spine. This is euphoric. Torture. Pure, bloody torture. Just the fact that I can't touch him and keep myself in this chair at the same time is driving me mad. I'm considering just letting go, taking hold of him, and letting him have me on the floor.* Ohhh Billy...
Billy: *I never thought messy could be so good. It seems as if the sweetness renews itself every time I dip my head down, but that’s probably just the natural flavour of Dom’s skin. My hand slip up his thighs, sliding though stickiness I never quite got to, until they reach his hips, gripping to hold him in place. He’s so good, so good. I’m fairly certain the if I concentrated hard enough, I could come just like this. I slide my mouth from around his erection, taking time to lick a trail down the underside, all the way down between his legs, tonguing the heavy sacs thoroughly and lapping up any hidden dessert before taking the path straight back up again. My tongue takes a moment to probe at the slit in the head, the source of the most flavour, the essence of Dom, before I take a deep breath and dive, taking him deep, deep as I can go, my mouth sucking furiously. Now is not the time to savour. Now is the time to devour.*
Dom: Fuck-! *I bolt into a long arch, straining with that pull of his mouth, beating out on all sides as he sucks hungrily at my erection. My head rubs down his throat. So bloody deep... I want to burst, muscles clenching down every limb, shattering loose with that beautiful orgasm. Just the mental image of him drinking from my hilt, consuming me from between my legs gets me so close I'm sweating.* Billy... *His name comes from deep within me, growling out, fingers so tight on the sides of this chair, I'm sure my knuckles are turning white. I attempt a few thrusts, shaking against the grip of his lips and tongue, length throbbing.* Ah Bill... *I grunt, breath dripping off of the words.* Fuck- Harder... harder...
Billy: *I comply as well as I can, sucking so hard, hollowing my cheeks far enough that I honestly can’t feel any space at all between the walls of my mouth and his thick, heated flesh. My mouth slides up and down slowly, keeping the pressure, increasing the friction. Come on love, come on... let me taste you again, taste you one last time...*
Dom: *My head falls back when the pressure strikes my skin, pulling from the head to the hilt as he slides up and down, engorging me in his mouth. I cry, feeling it. The friction is all over me. Running down my body in rippling waves, sending chills up my spine and back to the pit of my stomach. I'm so, so close... I slowly lose sense of reason as my mind comes loose in this moment, hands ripping away from the seat and grasping down to him, bracing him to me as I thrust deep into his tight throat, body sliding slowly against the chair on my own heated sweat. I'm panting, his teeth grazing my length until we can barely move, he's sucking so hard, and my back begins to flatten against the seat of the chair, hips sliding off the edge until he pushes back and holds me up with his friction as he salivates around my length. I stiffen, those last trickling sensations pleasing my hard flesh like feathers swirled against my skin, tickling until my stomach flips and I grasp him with imminent desperation, only milliseconds before I break.* Billy-!! *Gasping, I push back into the chair and instantly release, fluid bursting from my length down his throat, gripping me in an orgasm, rubbing sensually from the inside out. My hands are fisted in his hair, legs spread and shoving against the tiles of the floor, sweat forming from the hot shivers of my body. This feeling...oh, shite, I don't want it to stop...*
Billy: *Yes, yes... that’s it, that’s exactly what was needed. The cherry on the top. My fingers grip his hips desperately, leaving precious indentations in his skin as I hold him in place, holding him there so I may get my fill, not let a single drop spill. His come is hot down my throat, such a contrast to the coolness of the sundae itself, such a wonderful contrast. I suckle and suckle until he’s released every last drop, and then I suck gently some more, pulling my mouth off him gradually, my lips finally slipping over the head with a gentle pop, lips separating from skin as my tongue swipes out to catch anything left against my lips. My hands move from his hips to his thighs again, bracing myself against the muscle as I stand shakily, my entire body throbbing as I raise myself to his level and stop. I look him in the eyes, those beautiful, half-lidded eyes, my hand reaching to cup his jaw lightly before I lean in and kiss him. I’m not so greedy as to not share my dessert with him at all.*
Dom: Mmmh- *In my dizziness, I didn't expect this kiss; this taste, so sweet and purely blended with chocolate leftovers, his mouth, and my own flavour. I allow him to kiss for moments until the taste registers in me and I realise that I love it, gradually nipping back into his lips for more dessert, tongue lightly pushing into his mouth. I forget how empty I feel below, how weak my legs are as they hang against the chair, how cool my length begins to feel as the heat slips from it in gossamer sheets to receive the touch of the air on the wet paths he's left; the chocolate and the cream smeared on my skin. My hands reach to the chair again and push me slowly up, up into his lips as I kiss, shutting my eyes to the world and absolutely sated.*
Billy: *Like licking the spoon clean, this is. The sad completion of dessert, when you’re thinking about being naughty and going back for seconds. Hell, it’s like licking the whole bowl clean. My free hand rests on his thigh to keep myself standing, because I think I might fall otherwise. I want him so badly. I’m going to be naughty. I’m ready for seconds.*
Dom: *I sigh, breaking our lips softly, then tasting again, then breaking, slightly smiling, and tasting again. After all, he hasn't moved away yet... And I'd love to keep kissing him. I gently let go of the chair, feeling balanced enough on my own to reach up and cup his sides in my hands, fingers curling tightly into his shirt.* Mm, love... *I break our mouths again as I speak, finally opening my eyes to the hazy colours of the room, up into his gaze.* You're still covered up... *My hands slowly slide onto the plane of his stomach, inching toward the buttons of his shirt and curiously popping them through their holes. I smile, knowing that look on his face too well, wondering what he'll do about it.*
Billy: Very observant... *I murmur softly, wanting to kiss him again but wanting to watch him more. And feel him. Feel him touching me, his hands making the effort to have me unclothed as well. He knows how I want him, how I need him, and he’s going to let me have him, I know he is. But I’m not going to rush. He can unwrap me as his last present. We have all the time in the world.*
Dom: *I smile secretly, fingers untangling one more button, leaving the ends of his shirt hanging open as I lift my lips to connect a kiss just under his chin.* I'm just that clever... *I speak near his throat, feeling the vibration in another kiss. My fingers tiptoe up to the next button, and the next, until his shirt is hanging loosely and I'm necking him under his chin, sliding my hands beneath the cloth, pushing his shirt over his warm, smooth shoulders, and smiling on his skin. Hell, he's just letting me have him... I drag my hands along his arms until his shirt sleeves release him and I hear the shirt collapse to the floor.*
Billy: *I’m going to have to sit down in a minute, but I’d like to be naked when I do so, and that job is completely up to him. He’s doing a fine job of it so far, taking his time (the tease), and I’d help him along if I weren’t so adamant that he do this job for me, or if I were coordinated enough to be more of a help than a hindrance. I shiver at his lips, body going rigid with arousal as I sigh warmly, glad that my top half is now naked. Though it’s my bottom half that really needs the cool air against my naked skin.*