REPOST
Originally posted in fellow_shippers on Oct. 22, 2003. Reposting for archival purposes only.
Title: Sweet Spot
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R
Summary: We want the sweet meats... umm, snacks.
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, lies, yeah.
Special thanks to raynemaiden.
Sweet Spot
3:30 a.m. The hotel hallway was dimly lit and quiet. The elevator opened onto floor 12's corridor with an explosion of fluorescent light and baritone laughter.
"Shhhh!" Billy chided harshly. "Sensible people sleep at this hour." Wink.
"Sensible? Shit. It's early! Who's at this fucking hotel? A bloody housewives' convention? A, a... librarian's... moot?" Deep, gunshot giggles. "Oh maaaan. Moot!"
"Dom!"
Dom's face crinkled with silent, suppressed laughter, then drooped into a feigned serious expression. "Riiight, right. Shhhh," he said, nodding and holding his finger to his lips. He pivoted on his feet, in stiff military manner, to face the first hotel room door opposite the elevator and bent slightly at the waist. "Shhhhh." Stiff, snapping nod. Dom raised his right hand to his ear, cupping it from behind. "S'all right?" He lowered his hand in front of his face, loosely fisted, thumb against forefinger squeezing up and down. "S'all right!" Burst of bellowing cackles.
"Dominic!" Billy stage-whispered from behind, swinging his arm around Dom and clamping his hand over Dom's mouth. Billy placed his left hand firmly on Dom's left shoulder. "Fecking comedian, aren't ya, ya drunken cunt?" He giggled, shaking his head.
Dom's breath was warm and moist, stuttering out into Billy's lax hand-muzzle, as he convulsed with muted laughter. "Lush," Billy accused.
"Mmuuhhhff?"
"Eh? Was that a word, Dommie?"
"Mmuu-" Dom began, then drew a languid slurp up Billy's palm.
"Arrrgh!" Billy growled, jumping back and shaking his hand wildly as though to rid it of Dom germs. "Sick bastard." He cradled his right hand limply in his left. "This is how monkey pox got started, isn't it?" He raised his hand closer to his face. "I think it's swellin' already. D'ya see that?" He thrust out his hand to show Dom, who had turned around to face Billy but was still giggling madly.
"Hmmm?" Dom purred, batting his eyelashes exaggeratedly.
"Hives, Monaghan. I'm breakin' out in hives!"
"Oh, fuck off, Boyd."
"No, look," Billy insisted, and pressed his hand, palm first, toward Dom's face. Smack.
Dom rubbed his forehead roughly with his right hand, then lowered his hand to examine it. He heard Billy's high-pitched laughter carrying from twenty paces down the hall. Billy's head poked out from behind the corner, eyes a cat-like yellow-green shimmer in the harsh contrast of shadow and artificial light. His thin blond hair jut out in troll-like spikes.
"You look like a pixie, Billy!" Dom shouted at him.
Billy scrunched his nose. "A what, drunkeh?"
"Pixie, pixeh!" Dom mocked, shuffling toward Billy, arms folded lazily over his chest. He stopped at the entrance to the ice and snack machine alcove, and shot his hand through his blond-streaked hair. His jagged bangs stuck upward, in pointed pieces, stiff with thickly-applied gel.
"Aahaa!" Billy's mouth and eyes fell open wide as he exploded with more laughter. He slumped against the wall, head thrown back and eyes squished tight.
Dom lightly patted the loose horns of his newly spiked hair. He smiled a crooked grin.
Billy rolled against the wall to lean on his right shoulder, head still nudging the pale peach plaster.
Dom reached toward Billy with both hands, and drew his fingers through Billy's hair on either side of his head, tugging shortly. Billy's hair sprang like wild sprouts of straw around and between Dom's long sunkissed fingers, tiny tufts snagging beneath the silver rings on Dom's hands.
"Pixie." Dom nodded his chin toward Billy, still grasping onto his hair.
"Hee hee!" Billy squirmed to get loose, sliding down to escape Dom's hold. "Oi! That's m'hair!" He touched a hand to his head and pried Dom's fingers away, where some hair was still caught in one of Dom's rings.
"Whoops! Sorry." Dom chuckled in apology, as Billy stepped loose. Billy stood in front of the snack machine, massaging his scalp. "Here, let me make it up to you, Bills, 'kay?" Dom stuffed his hand into his right pocket. Billy heard the muffled tinkling of coins and a raspy ruffle of paper currency. "I'll buy ya a snack!"
Dom retrieved his hand from his pocket, holding a mound of change toward Billy. Several coins rolled loose and fell to the carpet with a soft plip plip.
"I'll get that!" and "arrrgh!" Billy and Dom said simultaneously and bent to pick up the coins. Smack.
"Owww," Dom whined. "Feck," Billy whispered. Both men rubbed their foreheads. Their eyes met and they smiled broadly at each other.
"Clumsy oaf!" Dom teased, eyes glaring fiercely into Billy's.
"Me? You dropped the stupid change, ya-" Billy stopped his speech as Dom placed his hands onto Billy's upper thighs, brushing them up toward his... his....
"What are you-" Billy began, as Dom raised himself up by his hands and walked over to a vending machine. Billy exhaled, followed by a nervous chuckle. He spotted the two coins on the floor and moved to pick them up. His nail stubbed against the short carpet weave, and he aimed for the coin again, snatching the second coin quickly afterward. "Y-You forgot these." He rose to his feet and offered the coins to Dom, palm up.
Dom appeared to be seriously contemplating the contents of the machine, brow knit in concentration. "Sweet or savory?" Dom asked.
"What?" Billy closed his hand around the coins and brought it toward his stomach.
"Sweet or savory. Candy? Chocolate p'rhaps? Or somethin' salty an' fatty and altogether evil?" Dom mimicked Ian's prim Gandalf-diction on the last words. He looked at Billy, raising an eyebrow beneath which his dark blue eyes glittered mischievously.
"Rice crispeh treat," Billy stated firmly, uncurling his right index finger toward the vending machine's glass front, smushing the fingertip against the surface.
"What are you... like, five?" Dom smirked.
"Shut up," Billy snapped, teeth glinting in a brief smile. "It's not like you're gonna find... tiramisu in this thing... gourmet fucking Good N' Plenty's or somethin'."
Dom rolled his eyes and chewed his lip to withhold a smile, the corners of his mouth turning up despite his efforts. Behind his teeth, his tongue swiped his bottom lip in tiny strokes. "Rice Crispy it is then." He plopped some coins in the slot, punched the numbers, speaking them aloud, "One. Fifty. Seven. There!"
Nothing happened.
"Em," Dom looked puzzled. The snack stayed put.
"Oh! The rest of your change," Billy said, holding out his hand again.
"Oh, heh." Dom looked from Billy's hand to the machine's digital display then back to Billy, and picked a coin from Billy's hand. Putting the coin into the slot, he punched the numbers again. Whirr. The snack was pushed forward and banged its way down to the trough at the bottom. Dom shoved his hand into the plastic flap, reached inside and snapped the snack out with a flashy gesture. "Your treat, my son," he bowed, offering the snack to Billy.
"Thank you!" Billy nodded stately and smiled, taking the snack in his left hand with a daintily swift flick of his fingers. "What about-" He waggled his right palm in which the other coin still lay.
Dom patted his jeans pocket and plucked it open with one crooked forefinger. "In here."
Billy stopped moving his palm. He eyed Dom's graceful, hooking finger. He eyed the pocket, tight fabric gaping barely enough to break free of Dom's side. Billy gulped.
"H-here ya go," he stammered, edging toward Dom, fingers tremoring slightly as they pinched around the coin.
"In it goes," Dom said, smiling, then looked up at Billy. Dom's smile evaporated. He saw Billy's Adam's apple bob on his slender neck. He saw Billy's drawn face and twitching eyebrow. Billy's hand grazed the fabric of Dom's pocket and he released the coin in a quick spasm. Billy jerked to move his hand away, but Dom had it trapped beneath his own fingers and a thick seam of denim before Billy could complete his move.
Dom slid his fingers beneath Billy's and pushed Billy's hand awkwardly up Dom's side, over the bulge of leather belt, along the soft cotton of Dom's t-shirt, gathering loose folds of the material, stalling on Dom's taut stomach.
Billy curled his fingers beneath Dom's, into Dom's t-shirt. He swallowed hard and looked Dom in the eyes. Dom was staring back at him, eyes dark with flickering shadow. A fluorescent light sputtered and went out overhead. Dom's head snapped up.
"Oh," he said, and his hand dropped, releasing Billy's.
Billy turned his head, eyes straining away.
Dom swallowed and quickly moved forward. His arm outstretched, Dom coasted his fingers up along Billy's forearm: barely touching the skin, disordering pale hairs. Goosebumps followed in the wake of Dom's touch, and Billy wriggled his shoulders, his neck folding over toward Dom's direction. Dom sighed, a thin sheet of cool air coating Billy from chin to chest for a moment, then it was gone. And so was Dom. Billy opened his eyes to an empty corridor, a door clacking shut in the distance.
Billy stared forward, blinking rapidly, breath uneven. He looked down, opening and closing his left hand. He looked at his left hand. "Fecking snitch!"
Billy spun around and ran down the hallway, eyes flitting over numbers. 1207. 1209. 1211.
Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump. "Gimme my fecking treat, Monaghan!"
Billy heard a sharp giggle, hardly concealed behind the door. Billy thumped the door with a solid strike.
"Ow! I felt that!"
"Knew ya'd be on the other side, ya prick." Billy raised up on his tiptoes to peer into the peephole. "I seeee yoouuu," he lied, whispering loudly.
"Do not!" Dom choked out, still laughing. "Now. Trick or treat?"
"Oh, fer crissakes, Dom...!"
"Trick," Dom spoke clearly, clipping the consonants. "Or treat."
Billy sighed. "Dom?"
Pause. "Yes, Bill?"
"Shouldn't I be the one askin' that?"
Longer pause. "Oh for fuck's sake!" Click-swoosh The door opened. "Can't even play nice, ya stupid spoilsport."
"Can I have my snack now?" Billy grinned, hand forward, right foot tapping impatiently.
"Come and get it yourself," Dom spat.
Billy pushed past the door and closed it behind him. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Where is it?"
"Oh. Yeah." Dom looked about the room then down toward his jeans pocket. He reached his hand to pull out the snack, but Billy's hand was on his. Dom stopped moving on his own. Dom felt Billy guide his own hand down into the pocket. He felt Billy push his fingers into a curve. He felt the snack's thin wrapper beneath his fingers, heard the crinkle as he made contact. He felt Billy push his hand/Dom's hand/the snack down, down toward Dom's crotch. Dom couldn't breath.
"Is this what ya wanted to do to me before?" Billy breathed into Dom's neck, nose nudging the back of Dom's right ear.
Dom exhaled and swallowed rapid fire.
Billy gave a final push of Dom's hand in Dom's pocket then pulled out. Dom's hand remained on the snack, crushing the treat inside the wrapper.
"Billy," Dom sighed in exasperation. Billy pressed his open lips against Dom's neck and exhaled hot air, inhaled leaving cool soft suction. Dom leaned back into Billy, into the kiss. He absently pressed the smushed snack further toward his groin.
Billy wrapped his arms around Dom's chest, trapping Dom's arms. He slid his hands, fingers wide, down Dom's stomach in a slow scrub. He slid his right hand down further, laying it over the bulge of Dom's hand. He pushed down forcefully with his palm.
"Uh!" Dom cried. His head jerked backward and his eyes shot open. "Billll..."
Billy licked at Dom's neck with cat-quick swipes. He dragged his right palm downward diagonally over tight-tight denim. He cupped the hard, clothed cock and Dom groaned. Billy felt Dom twitch beneath his hand, solid mass of denim-clad heat. He swiveled his thumb back and forth in smoothing motions.
Dom arched and pulled his hand out of his pocket, letting the snack fall with a shake of his sweaty palm. He grabbed Billy's forearm, sliding his fingers up and then down to meet Billy's. Their fingers intertwined and Dom rocked into the pressure of it. "Gah," he panted.
Billy's palm burned, rubbing furiously with Dom's hand, over Dom's metal zipper. He pressed the bottom tip of Dom's earlobe between his lips. He raised his lips and bit down, softly, a slow press of sharpness.
"Billy, I want to," Dom moaned. "I want to... let me...." In a quick motion, he let go of Billy's hand and rotated his body in Billy's loosening embrace. Dom smacked his forehead against Billy's, holding it there. They breathed short gasps into each other's faces. Dom grabbed Billy's hips with both hands and pulled the man toward him. He felt Billy's hardness collide-crush with his own, and winced.
"What are we-" Billy began.
"Doesn't matter."
"H-how can-"
"Does not matter." Dom growled, and scooped his bottom lip under Billy's upper lip. Billy smashed his bottom lip into Dom's chin, pushing his tongue into the stubbled flesh. He dragged his bottom teeth up along the unshaven skin and took Dom's mouth into his own. His tongue smacked sloppily against every bit of surface, gliding over Dom's teeth, tickling the roof of Dom's mouth, curling and uncurling around Dom's tongue.
Dom's hands clasped and unclasped the material at Billy's back. He slid one hand down Billy's backside, hand coming just between Billy's thighs, and squeezed.
Billy moaned into Dom's mouth and bit the side of Dom's tongue. Dom moved his hand up and slid it past the waist of Billy's trousers, beneath the double layers of fabric. Billy's skin was moist and heated beneath Dom's slick-hot palm. Feather-light hairs tickled Dom's skin as he inched his fingers down, down, down, in.
"Uhh!" Billy squeaked, mouth disengaging, gasping for air. His eyes glistened and sparkled in the dim room, his eyelids halfmast. "What was that?" He smiled, leaning in toward Dom again.
"Trick," Dom snickered into Billy's mouth, biting together Billy's two lips playfully.
"An' treat," Billy giggled, and lightly nipped at Dom's nose.
"Ow, Bo-oyd-"
"Shhhhhhh."
Title: Sweet Spot
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R
Summary: We want the sweet meats... umm, snacks.
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, lies, yeah.
Special thanks to raynemaiden.
Sweet Spot
3:30 a.m. The hotel hallway was dimly lit and quiet. The elevator opened onto floor 12's corridor with an explosion of fluorescent light and baritone laughter.
"Shhhh!" Billy chided harshly. "Sensible people sleep at this hour." Wink.
"Sensible? Shit. It's early! Who's at this fucking hotel? A bloody housewives' convention? A, a... librarian's... moot?" Deep, gunshot giggles. "Oh maaaan. Moot!"
"Dom!"
Dom's face crinkled with silent, suppressed laughter, then drooped into a feigned serious expression. "Riiight, right. Shhhh," he said, nodding and holding his finger to his lips. He pivoted on his feet, in stiff military manner, to face the first hotel room door opposite the elevator and bent slightly at the waist. "Shhhhh." Stiff, snapping nod. Dom raised his right hand to his ear, cupping it from behind. "S'all right?" He lowered his hand in front of his face, loosely fisted, thumb against forefinger squeezing up and down. "S'all right!" Burst of bellowing cackles.
"Dominic!" Billy stage-whispered from behind, swinging his arm around Dom and clamping his hand over Dom's mouth. Billy placed his left hand firmly on Dom's left shoulder. "Fecking comedian, aren't ya, ya drunken cunt?" He giggled, shaking his head.
Dom's breath was warm and moist, stuttering out into Billy's lax hand-muzzle, as he convulsed with muted laughter. "Lush," Billy accused.
"Mmuuhhhff?"
"Eh? Was that a word, Dommie?"
"Mmuu-" Dom began, then drew a languid slurp up Billy's palm.
"Arrrgh!" Billy growled, jumping back and shaking his hand wildly as though to rid it of Dom germs. "Sick bastard." He cradled his right hand limply in his left. "This is how monkey pox got started, isn't it?" He raised his hand closer to his face. "I think it's swellin' already. D'ya see that?" He thrust out his hand to show Dom, who had turned around to face Billy but was still giggling madly.
"Hmmm?" Dom purred, batting his eyelashes exaggeratedly.
"Hives, Monaghan. I'm breakin' out in hives!"
"Oh, fuck off, Boyd."
"No, look," Billy insisted, and pressed his hand, palm first, toward Dom's face. Smack.
Dom rubbed his forehead roughly with his right hand, then lowered his hand to examine it. He heard Billy's high-pitched laughter carrying from twenty paces down the hall. Billy's head poked out from behind the corner, eyes a cat-like yellow-green shimmer in the harsh contrast of shadow and artificial light. His thin blond hair jut out in troll-like spikes.
"You look like a pixie, Billy!" Dom shouted at him.
Billy scrunched his nose. "A what, drunkeh?"
"Pixie, pixeh!" Dom mocked, shuffling toward Billy, arms folded lazily over his chest. He stopped at the entrance to the ice and snack machine alcove, and shot his hand through his blond-streaked hair. His jagged bangs stuck upward, in pointed pieces, stiff with thickly-applied gel.
"Aahaa!" Billy's mouth and eyes fell open wide as he exploded with more laughter. He slumped against the wall, head thrown back and eyes squished tight.
Dom lightly patted the loose horns of his newly spiked hair. He smiled a crooked grin.
Billy rolled against the wall to lean on his right shoulder, head still nudging the pale peach plaster.
Dom reached toward Billy with both hands, and drew his fingers through Billy's hair on either side of his head, tugging shortly. Billy's hair sprang like wild sprouts of straw around and between Dom's long sunkissed fingers, tiny tufts snagging beneath the silver rings on Dom's hands.
"Pixie." Dom nodded his chin toward Billy, still grasping onto his hair.
"Hee hee!" Billy squirmed to get loose, sliding down to escape Dom's hold. "Oi! That's m'hair!" He touched a hand to his head and pried Dom's fingers away, where some hair was still caught in one of Dom's rings.
"Whoops! Sorry." Dom chuckled in apology, as Billy stepped loose. Billy stood in front of the snack machine, massaging his scalp. "Here, let me make it up to you, Bills, 'kay?" Dom stuffed his hand into his right pocket. Billy heard the muffled tinkling of coins and a raspy ruffle of paper currency. "I'll buy ya a snack!"
Dom retrieved his hand from his pocket, holding a mound of change toward Billy. Several coins rolled loose and fell to the carpet with a soft plip plip.
"I'll get that!" and "arrrgh!" Billy and Dom said simultaneously and bent to pick up the coins. Smack.
"Owww," Dom whined. "Feck," Billy whispered. Both men rubbed their foreheads. Their eyes met and they smiled broadly at each other.
"Clumsy oaf!" Dom teased, eyes glaring fiercely into Billy's.
"Me? You dropped the stupid change, ya-" Billy stopped his speech as Dom placed his hands onto Billy's upper thighs, brushing them up toward his... his....
"What are you-" Billy began, as Dom raised himself up by his hands and walked over to a vending machine. Billy exhaled, followed by a nervous chuckle. He spotted the two coins on the floor and moved to pick them up. His nail stubbed against the short carpet weave, and he aimed for the coin again, snatching the second coin quickly afterward. "Y-You forgot these." He rose to his feet and offered the coins to Dom, palm up.
Dom appeared to be seriously contemplating the contents of the machine, brow knit in concentration. "Sweet or savory?" Dom asked.
"What?" Billy closed his hand around the coins and brought it toward his stomach.
"Sweet or savory. Candy? Chocolate p'rhaps? Or somethin' salty an' fatty and altogether evil?" Dom mimicked Ian's prim Gandalf-diction on the last words. He looked at Billy, raising an eyebrow beneath which his dark blue eyes glittered mischievously.
"Rice crispeh treat," Billy stated firmly, uncurling his right index finger toward the vending machine's glass front, smushing the fingertip against the surface.
"What are you... like, five?" Dom smirked.
"Shut up," Billy snapped, teeth glinting in a brief smile. "It's not like you're gonna find... tiramisu in this thing... gourmet fucking Good N' Plenty's or somethin'."
Dom rolled his eyes and chewed his lip to withhold a smile, the corners of his mouth turning up despite his efforts. Behind his teeth, his tongue swiped his bottom lip in tiny strokes. "Rice Crispy it is then." He plopped some coins in the slot, punched the numbers, speaking them aloud, "One. Fifty. Seven. There!"
Nothing happened.
"Em," Dom looked puzzled. The snack stayed put.
"Oh! The rest of your change," Billy said, holding out his hand again.
"Oh, heh." Dom looked from Billy's hand to the machine's digital display then back to Billy, and picked a coin from Billy's hand. Putting the coin into the slot, he punched the numbers again. Whirr. The snack was pushed forward and banged its way down to the trough at the bottom. Dom shoved his hand into the plastic flap, reached inside and snapped the snack out with a flashy gesture. "Your treat, my son," he bowed, offering the snack to Billy.
"Thank you!" Billy nodded stately and smiled, taking the snack in his left hand with a daintily swift flick of his fingers. "What about-" He waggled his right palm in which the other coin still lay.
Dom patted his jeans pocket and plucked it open with one crooked forefinger. "In here."
Billy stopped moving his palm. He eyed Dom's graceful, hooking finger. He eyed the pocket, tight fabric gaping barely enough to break free of Dom's side. Billy gulped.
"H-here ya go," he stammered, edging toward Dom, fingers tremoring slightly as they pinched around the coin.
"In it goes," Dom said, smiling, then looked up at Billy. Dom's smile evaporated. He saw Billy's Adam's apple bob on his slender neck. He saw Billy's drawn face and twitching eyebrow. Billy's hand grazed the fabric of Dom's pocket and he released the coin in a quick spasm. Billy jerked to move his hand away, but Dom had it trapped beneath his own fingers and a thick seam of denim before Billy could complete his move.
Dom slid his fingers beneath Billy's and pushed Billy's hand awkwardly up Dom's side, over the bulge of leather belt, along the soft cotton of Dom's t-shirt, gathering loose folds of the material, stalling on Dom's taut stomach.
Billy curled his fingers beneath Dom's, into Dom's t-shirt. He swallowed hard and looked Dom in the eyes. Dom was staring back at him, eyes dark with flickering shadow. A fluorescent light sputtered and went out overhead. Dom's head snapped up.
"Oh," he said, and his hand dropped, releasing Billy's.
Billy turned his head, eyes straining away.
Dom swallowed and quickly moved forward. His arm outstretched, Dom coasted his fingers up along Billy's forearm: barely touching the skin, disordering pale hairs. Goosebumps followed in the wake of Dom's touch, and Billy wriggled his shoulders, his neck folding over toward Dom's direction. Dom sighed, a thin sheet of cool air coating Billy from chin to chest for a moment, then it was gone. And so was Dom. Billy opened his eyes to an empty corridor, a door clacking shut in the distance.
Billy stared forward, blinking rapidly, breath uneven. He looked down, opening and closing his left hand. He looked at his left hand. "Fecking snitch!"
Billy spun around and ran down the hallway, eyes flitting over numbers. 1207. 1209. 1211.
Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump. "Gimme my fecking treat, Monaghan!"
Billy heard a sharp giggle, hardly concealed behind the door. Billy thumped the door with a solid strike.
"Ow! I felt that!"
"Knew ya'd be on the other side, ya prick." Billy raised up on his tiptoes to peer into the peephole. "I seeee yoouuu," he lied, whispering loudly.
"Do not!" Dom choked out, still laughing. "Now. Trick or treat?"
"Oh, fer crissakes, Dom...!"
"Trick," Dom spoke clearly, clipping the consonants. "Or treat."
Billy sighed. "Dom?"
Pause. "Yes, Bill?"
"Shouldn't I be the one askin' that?"
Longer pause. "Oh for fuck's sake!" Click-swoosh The door opened. "Can't even play nice, ya stupid spoilsport."
"Can I have my snack now?" Billy grinned, hand forward, right foot tapping impatiently.
"Come and get it yourself," Dom spat.
Billy pushed past the door and closed it behind him. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Where is it?"
"Oh. Yeah." Dom looked about the room then down toward his jeans pocket. He reached his hand to pull out the snack, but Billy's hand was on his. Dom stopped moving on his own. Dom felt Billy guide his own hand down into the pocket. He felt Billy push his fingers into a curve. He felt the snack's thin wrapper beneath his fingers, heard the crinkle as he made contact. He felt Billy push his hand/Dom's hand/the snack down, down toward Dom's crotch. Dom couldn't breath.
"Is this what ya wanted to do to me before?" Billy breathed into Dom's neck, nose nudging the back of Dom's right ear.
Dom exhaled and swallowed rapid fire.
Billy gave a final push of Dom's hand in Dom's pocket then pulled out. Dom's hand remained on the snack, crushing the treat inside the wrapper.
"Billy," Dom sighed in exasperation. Billy pressed his open lips against Dom's neck and exhaled hot air, inhaled leaving cool soft suction. Dom leaned back into Billy, into the kiss. He absently pressed the smushed snack further toward his groin.
Billy wrapped his arms around Dom's chest, trapping Dom's arms. He slid his hands, fingers wide, down Dom's stomach in a slow scrub. He slid his right hand down further, laying it over the bulge of Dom's hand. He pushed down forcefully with his palm.
"Uh!" Dom cried. His head jerked backward and his eyes shot open. "Billll..."
Billy licked at Dom's neck with cat-quick swipes. He dragged his right palm downward diagonally over tight-tight denim. He cupped the hard, clothed cock and Dom groaned. Billy felt Dom twitch beneath his hand, solid mass of denim-clad heat. He swiveled his thumb back and forth in smoothing motions.
Dom arched and pulled his hand out of his pocket, letting the snack fall with a shake of his sweaty palm. He grabbed Billy's forearm, sliding his fingers up and then down to meet Billy's. Their fingers intertwined and Dom rocked into the pressure of it. "Gah," he panted.
Billy's palm burned, rubbing furiously with Dom's hand, over Dom's metal zipper. He pressed the bottom tip of Dom's earlobe between his lips. He raised his lips and bit down, softly, a slow press of sharpness.
"Billy, I want to," Dom moaned. "I want to... let me...." In a quick motion, he let go of Billy's hand and rotated his body in Billy's loosening embrace. Dom smacked his forehead against Billy's, holding it there. They breathed short gasps into each other's faces. Dom grabbed Billy's hips with both hands and pulled the man toward him. He felt Billy's hardness collide-crush with his own, and winced.
"What are we-" Billy began.
"Doesn't matter."
"H-how can-"
"Does not matter." Dom growled, and scooped his bottom lip under Billy's upper lip. Billy smashed his bottom lip into Dom's chin, pushing his tongue into the stubbled flesh. He dragged his bottom teeth up along the unshaven skin and took Dom's mouth into his own. His tongue smacked sloppily against every bit of surface, gliding over Dom's teeth, tickling the roof of Dom's mouth, curling and uncurling around Dom's tongue.
Dom's hands clasped and unclasped the material at Billy's back. He slid one hand down Billy's backside, hand coming just between Billy's thighs, and squeezed.
Billy moaned into Dom's mouth and bit the side of Dom's tongue. Dom moved his hand up and slid it past the waist of Billy's trousers, beneath the double layers of fabric. Billy's skin was moist and heated beneath Dom's slick-hot palm. Feather-light hairs tickled Dom's skin as he inched his fingers down, down, down, in.
"Uhh!" Billy squeaked, mouth disengaging, gasping for air. His eyes glistened and sparkled in the dim room, his eyelids halfmast. "What was that?" He smiled, leaning in toward Dom again.
"Trick," Dom snickered into Billy's mouth, biting together Billy's two lips playfully.
"An' treat," Billy giggled, and lightly nipped at Dom's nose.
"Ow, Bo-oyd-"
"Shhhhhhh."