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Title: Good Ol Fashioned F***ing
Author: HMC
Rating: NC-17 (PWP, WOO!)
Pairing: Dom/Billy LOTRPS
Summary: Billy visits Dom on the set of "Lost" and the two... ahem... catch up. 600 words.
Oh God, Dom had been waiting for this. He’d been waiting for this.
Billy, behind him, over him, fucking the breath right the hell out of him. He’d spent so much time in Hawaii; he’d damn near forgotten what it felt like. And that just wouldn’t do; it would not. As soon as they set foot on the set, Dom instantly felt like doing something ridiculously risky, like having sex in a place they could quite easily get caught. And it didn’t take much convincing on Billy’s part; the man was so horny and deprived of actual sex that all it took was one look from Dom, and they were set to go.
Bent over the make-up table in his trailer, Dom held himself up against he mirror and murmured encouragement to Billy. A bead of sweat made its way down his chest and onto one of the many compacts of base paint beneath them. An extra pair of arms around his chest made sure he wouldn’t smash his head against the glass. Behind him, Billy thrust mechanically, panting in Dom’s ear, arm muscles flexing around him.
“Been waiting for this.... ungh, for so long, ahh.... Fuck, Bills....” Dom managed, between thrusts.
He felt Billy nod into his shoulder, and smiled. Billy could never string together a coherent sentence during sex. All his attention focused elsewhere.
Reaching around Dom’s sweaty body, Billy took hold of his lover’s cock and stroked firmly. “You close?” He whispered, nearing the end himself.
When Billy touched him like that, Dom was just this side of exploding, but he held off to wait for Billy. “Yeah,” he whispered. “C’mon Bills, now...”
Hips jerking back and forth, Billy tightened his grip ever so slightly, and with an immense shudder and loud sigh, came. In the mirror, Dom could see his face tighten and his mouth fall open. The sight of Billy in his orgasmic moment was his undoing. Dom’s arms gave out, and as he orgasmed, he arched into Billy’s hand, his back curving at an extreme angle. Billy took the opportunity to clumsily kiss at the corner of Dom’s mouth.
Several minutes of recuperation later, and Billy sat Dom on the floor, where they made a half-assed effort to clean up and get dressed.
When Dom felt he was coherent enough in his own mind, he leaned forward and engaged the Scot in a soul-ravaging kiss. “God-damn, I missed you.”
//////One Week Earlier...//////
“I can’t wait for you to get here,” Dom whined into the phone.
“Me neither, but it’s only one more week.” Billy chuckled. This conversation had lasted an hour already, and all Dom had done was talk about sex and how much he missed Billy.
“Fuuuuck. I miss you.” Dom was just in all-out bitching mode now. He felt tempted to stamp his feet.
“Alright, Dom. It’s late; I have to sleep now. But think about this...”
Uh-oh, Dom thought. I know that tone.
“When I get to Hawaii, I am going to fuck you so hard you’ll have to call in sick for rehearsals. You’ll be so tired, you’ll have to stay in bed all week and just stare at the ceiling while I go down on you. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll feel it until I visit you again next month. How about that, Dom? Think that thought can keep you occupied until I get there?”
“You evil bastard.” Dom panted.
“And with that, I must depart.”
“Aw c’mon! Can’t we have phone sex or something? I’m all ready for it!” He cried.
Billy laughed and hung up.
Enfin