Can't Keep From Talking (Billy/Dom, NZ, April 2000)

[unstealthy]

Title: Can't Keep From Talking
Authors: msilverstar and unstealthy
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dom Monaghan
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Binding and gagging
Disclaimer: If only it were true. But we made it all up.
Summary: Dom's cheeky and chatty, so Billy suggests a way to keep him quiet. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.

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Billy flops down gratefully in the sun-warmed sand. Surfing is amazing, brilliant, but he's just now getting the hang of it, and still falls off as often as he catches a wave. The others are still out there, calling to one another like oversized birds, and Billy's just as happy to be away from that as well, here where it's quiet, even the waves muted by some trick of the land. They're making the most of this unusually warm April day to catch a few last waves before autumn sets in properly.

After wiping out yet again, Dom's finally tired of swallowing seawater, his mouth and throat burning from the salt. Orli's just dragging his board up the beach and Dom follows him to where Billy's stretched out on his towel, arm over his face, wetsuit hung tidily to dry. Dom takes a moment to admire Billy's exposed chest and then turns to see Orlando grinning at him.

"You're drooling, Monaghan."

"You've got a stupid hairstyle, Bloom," Dom shoots back. He starts to peel off his wetsuit. "Why d'you get it cut like that anyway, did you want to look like Travis Bickle?" Billy snorts a laugh from behind his arm, which gratifies Dom immensely.

"Nah." Orlando's wet suit is off, and he falls on to the sand, loose-limbed and graceful. Dom hates him in the nicest possible way. "I though it'd be cool to look like Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver," Orlando explains, and then grins and points an imaginary gun at Dom. "You talkin' to me?"

Dom falls over dramatically and clutches Billy's shoulders, mock-sobbing. "Did you hear that, Bill? Don't they teach anything at drama school?"

"What?" Orlando frowns at Dom and watches Astin and Elijah, still struggling to stay upright on their boards.

Patting Dom with a proprietorial feeling, Billy says, "He thinks everyone should take the History of Dramatic Arts very seriously, dontcha Dom?" Billy brushes some of the sand out of Dom's hair and says, "You should have gone to drama school, you'd have been the star of your year." He would have, too. Dom has "it", that charisma that makes someone a star.

"I learned on the job, mate," Dom says. "But I'm flattered you think so." He leans over and kisses Billy on the mouth, a kiss that lingers until Orlando tells them to get a room.

It takes a while for Billy to wrench his eyes open after Dom's done making love to his mouth. No one else close to them, so bollocks to Orlando. But Dom's chatting away to Orli about his favourite actors, making lists, subdivided into male and female, UK and US, with the odd French and German performer in there.

Dom's enjoying showing off. Orlando is superior to him in almost every way in terms of the job they both do, and is probably going to be a superstar, so Dom asserts himself in other ways. His knowledge of cinema and theatre is one of those ways. With Elijah, the conversation would be more about compare and contrast and argue about the work of someone or other. With Orli, it's more about demonstrating how much the tall, dark and handsome movie star doesn't know about movies. The more obscure European ones, anyhow.

Well, yeah, Billy knows that Orlando has "it", as does Elijah and Viggo and Bean and Sir Ian-bloody-McKellen, and Dom himself. It's everywhere on this film. But Dom's trying too hard, and it makes Billy cringe a little, so he waits for a pause and pulls Dom back by the hair, whispering into his ear, "Want to get you home, give you better things to do with that mouth of yours."

Dom chuckles to himself at that and looks at Orlando. "Mate, you okay to go back with the others? Me and Bill are going to head off."

"You two are bloody insatiable," Orlando grins. "Take my board with you? There's not that much room in Lij's car."

There's much gathering up of wetsuits and towels and surfboards and various other beach paraphenalia. At last the car is packed and Dom and Billy head home.

The smell in the car is a bit much, so Billy rolls down the window and lets the air in, the noise almost soothing until Dom starts shouting over it, saying nothing in particular. "I lay odds," Billy says, "you can't keep from talking from here to home." It's a long way, at least twenty minutes even if there's no traffic at all. "Beer for a week?"

"Easy," Dom says, and immediately shuts his mouth. If there's beer in it, he's game.

At first the quiet is strange, but Billy makes it easy on Dom, switching on the tape player and humming along with Travis. As far as he's concerned, Dom can hum but if he sings the words, he's lost.

Dom drums on the dashboard in time with the music. He likes Travis, but doesn't have any problem not singing along. At least, for a while. But when 'Turn' comes on, Dom hums. At the second chorus he can't help himself any longer, and has to join in, belting the words at the top of his voice.

"Easy, eh?" Billy asks, grinning. Dom's good for the beer, now they've started drawing proper salaries.

Dom roots around in the glove box, finds a pen and a petrol receipt, writes "You dirty cheating Scot" and holds it in front of the steering wheel.

"Am not," Billy says, grinning, "neither dirty nor cheating. Singing is talking in tune, or somewhere vaguely near the tune, in your case."

"Funny man, Boyd," Dom says, realising he's beaten and giving up trying. "You could have stipulated the rules before we started."

They're at the stop light, Billy beating the rhythm of the song on the steering wheel and humming. "It's a good song," he says, "hard to resist." Dom's so pathetic when he loses these things, Billy wants to skritch behind his ears like a puppy. "Want to try again? When we get home?"

"Not if we're going to have sex," Dom points out, and grins. "There's no way you'll get me to keep quiet if you shag me."

"You're right," Billy says, laughing, because really, how do you shut Dom up without gagging him? Which, now that Billy thinks of it, would be fantastically sexy. "I could, I should gag you and see how long you could stand that."

"Wow." Dom swallows, and imagines not being able to cry out if Billy hurt him - or made him come. "That's... Yeah."

Billy pushes down on the accelerator a bit harder than is completely necessary, except that he's dying to get home and listen to the noises Dom makes behind a gag. "Yeah?" he says, shifting into second gear and weaving around a double-parked van, "I read about that, about safewords that aren't words, they're gestures or ringing bells or dropping balls. For safety."

"Safewords?" Dom's voice comes out almost as a squeak. It's not something they've ever really discussed before, sticking with 'stop' as good enough.

"Well, if you're gagged..." Billy cannot quite believe he's calmly talking about this; he's achingly hard and getting more so every time he thinks about it. "If you can't speak, how'm I to know if I do something wrong?"

"Um, yeah." Thank god, they're almost home. "I suppose." He really can't take this in. A gag. A safe signal. Fuck.

Seeing that Dom looks a bit green around the gills, Billy pauses. "I won't, if you don't want," he says, and parks in the drive to his little house. "I'd never... push you, you know."

"Oh god, I know." Billy switches off the engine and Dom lays a hand on his arm. "I trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone, ever."

Pulling Dom close, Billy leans across the gearshift and kisses him tenderly, full of 'thank you' and 'I trust you too'. Billy says, "Maybe we should wait," and nuzzling Dom's face, "no hurry, not for that."

"No, I want to do it," Dom says against Billy's mouth. "I love you." He grins. "I think it'll be fun."

"Fun?" Billy says, "It'll be so fucking hot." He has to pull himself back, like a dog on a leash, or he'll have Dom right here and now, with the gear stick poking in his belly. "Into the house," he says, flinging the car door open and slamming it behind him, leaving the surfing gear behind.

"Yes sir," Dom says, leaping out of the car and standing to attention with a salute and a huge grin before he follows Billy through the front door.

Billy kicks the door closed behind Dom and turns to press him against it, chest to chest, leg to leg, and yeah, cock to cock: Dom's just as turned-on as Billy is. His mouth is on Dom's, his tongue pushing into Dom's mouth, tasting everything now, storing it up for when Dom's mouth is covered.

It's a full-on assault on all Dom's senses. Dom whimpers into the kiss, a kiss that tastes of the sea and the distinctive taste of Billy. As Billy's mouth moves down to Dom's neck, Dom groans and grabs a handful of Billy's arse, pressing Billy's hips to himself even as Billy -- consciously or unconsciously -- grinds against him. "Oh god," Dom gasps. "Oh fucking god, Bill, I want you."

"Not yet," Billy says, with one last little bite on Dom's neck, "goingta play with you first". Just the thought of Dom in a gag is ferociously sexy, and Billy knows he'll give into Dom's need too quickly if he doesn't do something now. So he pushes Dom's shoulders down, spreads his own legs and says, "Blow me."

Dom sinks to his knees, running his hands down Billy's body to his hips. "Yeah," he groans and presses his face into the heat of Billy's groin, rubbing his cheek along the hard ridge in Billy's shorts.

Propping himself against the wall with one arm, Billy reaches for Dom, strokes his hair, which is still damp and a little sandy. "Yeah," he agrees, eyes closing at Dom's touch.

Dom wraps his arms around Billy's hips and groans again, shuddering a little with need and arousal. "Love you," he murmurs.

"Love you too," Billy says, giving up all hope of self-control and rocking his hips against Dom's face. "Not just the incredible blow-jobs," he adds, "love you."

"Me and my bad tongue," Dom grins up at Billy. To prove the point, he tugs at the elastic of Billy's shorts, popping Billy's cock free and giving it a long, hungry lick.

It's a tease, and a good one. Billy groans and leans his forehead against the door, saying, "Yeah, good, more."

"Lots more," Dom growls and takes Billy's cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head before sliding his mouth down the shaft and swallowing hard. He can feel Billy trembling, hear Billy's panting breaths above him, and fuck it's hot. Dom sets to work, wanting to give Billy the best blow job he's ever had.

Billy doesn't give a shit if anyone outside can hear him moan: he wants Dom to know just how thoroughly Dom's undoing him. The heat and pressure of Dom's mouth are amazing, so intense that Billy's not entirely sure he can keep standing. "Dom," he moans, "fan-fucking-tastic."

To be able to give so much pleasure to Billy is almost more exciting than Dom can bear. He hums softly around Billy's cock and sucks harder, bobbing his head up and down, occasionally coming up for air and then licking Billy's cock like it's an ice-cream. It's so satisfying, feeling Billy groan and shiver and thrust his cock into Dom's mouth.

Fingers tightening in Dom's hair, Billy distantly hears himself wail at the sheer pleasure of it. "Ohgod!" he moans as his whole body tightens to the breaking point and then explodes in orgasm.

With a surge of triumph, Dom swallows and swallows as Billy comes down his throat. Billy's panting and thrusting helplessly, making Dom want to shout happily, save for the fact that he's slightly constrained in the shouting department. Instead he holds as still as he can and sucks the last vestiges of Billy's orgasm out of him.

Billy sinks to the floor, then leans into Dom, needing the contact. He tries to say something, but an odd strangled noise comes out, so he just reaches for Dom and nuzzles against his face.

This needy version of Billy doesn't appear very often, so Dom makes the most of it, holding him close and stroking his hair. "Glad we left the beach," Dom murmurs, smiling against Billy's cheek. "This is much more fun than falling off a surfboard."

"God, Dom," Billy says, still breathless. "Wasn't expecting that." He closes his eyes and sags against Dom, content to just rest for a bit.

"Me neither," Dom says, cuddling Billy happily, feeling so very needed.

When Billy's eyes open again, they focus on Dom's groin, the bulge there reminding Billy of their original plan. Of how very much he wants to tease Dom when Dom can't speak, can't banter, can't beg. Also, of how Billy's shorts are tangled around his calves and the hall floor is quite chilly. He gives Dom's arm a squeeze and says "Bed?"

"Yeah," Dom says, the draught under the front door going up his shorts. "Have your wicked way with me, then I'll make you dinner."

"We'll see," Billy says, with his wolf smile, thinking of Dom in a gag, tied down, or better yet, wrists cuffed, "depends on how wicked I am." He hoists himself up and reaches down to give Dom a hand up.

Dom groans at the stiffness in his knees as Billy hauls him to his feet. After stepping out of his shorts, Billy's naked from the waist down and Dom takes a moment to admire. "Lead on, Macduff," Dom says.

"That's 'Lay on'," Billy corrects, "and I certainly shall." He stretches and reaches down for his shorts to drop in the laundry pile. Dom's watching with a lecherous look, so Billy does a little shimmy and takes off his t-shirt as well, runs down the hall and reaches the bed just before Dom, one more section of their long-term footrace. He leaps onto the bed and turns to look triumphantly at Dom.

Never one to be beaten in a striptease contest, Dom tugs off his own t-shirt slowly, flexing his muscles as he does so, then turns to pull down his shorts and display his arse to Billy. When he turns back, he clasps his hands and stretches his arms above his head, showing himself off to his admiring audience.

"Very nice," Billy says, laughing but sincere, watching Dom's lean muscles move under his skin. "And no chat at all. Unusual." Dom's cock is full and stiff, standing proudly in front of his stomach. Billy thinks he might have a taste, but later. After Dom's helpless.

"Oh, I can do chat," Dom grins. "I'm glad you like what you see, since it's already given you full satisfaction once today," he says, kneeling on the edge of the bed and crawling over to where Billy's reclining. "You don't look so bad yourself. In fact I'm thinking of suggesting a naked remake of the film. Our scenes, anyway," he finishes hurriedly. There are some of his colleagues he's really got no desire to think of naked.

Billy laughs, which may not have been the effect Dom was going for. "Remember the script prank they pulled on us? The new version, falling off Treebeard and our clothes coming off? We should film that ourselves, just to wind them up in return." Then he pulls Dom close, till his face meets Billy's, and says very quietly into Dom's ear, "First though, I'm going to gag you and cuff you and tease you until you're desperate..."

The sudden switch from light-hearted to serious has the desired effect. Billy is a consummate actor when he wants to be, and this is clearly a moment when he wants to be, because he has Dom shivering and breaking out in goosebumps. "You're going to have to make me," he says, then throws his full weight on top of Billy, using his greater mass and the element of surprise to temporarily pin him down.

Finding his second wind, Billy growls and runs his fingers up Dom's side until Dom's twitching and distracted. Then Billy shifts and hooks his leg around, twisting until he's on top, knee hard up between Dom's legs, pressing firmly on Dom's balls. "Not going to be a problem," Billy says, burning in his sheer desire to take Dom apart, to watch his usual cheek dissolve into pure need.

"Oh fuck!" Dom gives a gasping laugh as Billy's knee applies pressure most and least where Dom wants it. "Bastard!"

"Oh yes," Billy says, collecting Dom's wrists, leaning down to kiss Dom, to push into Dom's mouth until they're both lightheaded with lack of air. "Going to shut you up," he hisses, panting as he reaches to the bedside drawer for the handcuffs.

"Gonna have to make me," Dom growls back. He's trying to shift Billy off him, but Billy's got him pinned so well that despite using Billy using one hand to grope in the drawer, Dom still can't move. There's also the small matter of Dom's erection trapped firmly between them, and every time Dom struggles, pleasure flares through his body.

Dom's making amazing noises, but Billy shakes off the distraction, snatching the cuffs and flopping back onto Dom's chest just as he seems ready to break free. "Goingta make you," Billy says, glad he's come once already, or he'd be desperate as Dom is now, "God, I love you, Dom."

"Love you too, you bastard," Dom says as Billy clips on the cuffs and attaches them to the headboard. "The least you could do is bloody well kiss me."

"Mmmm?" Billy's busy with his fingernails on Dom's arms, calibrating just how hard he has to dig to make Dom groan. He can do that, one arm at least, while kissing Dom and capturing every little sound.

"Oh fuck," Dom moans into Billy's mouth, feeling like he's getting a bit repetitive, but also that his brain is rapidly losing its higher functions.

Finally, Billy has to move away from Dom or he'll get distracted, and while that wouldn't be bad, exactly, he truly wants to carry on with the gag. The idea's seared in his brain, not just the picture of Dom gagged, but the sounds he'll make. He looks round for something to use and sees one of Dom's scarves. Poetic justice. He brings it back and drags it along Dom's skin, across his cock, grinning at Dom's reaction.

"Bloody tease," Dom hisses, biting his lip as the scarf whispers over his skin. He's starting to get desperate, but there's no way he's letting on to Billy. Not yet, anyway.

"Might be," Billy says, though he knows that Dom knows he'll give in eventually. It'll just take longer if he can't hear Dom beg. He draws the scarf up Dom's body, teasing his nipples and his throat. "Last kiss for a bit," he says, leaning in to taste Dom's mouth.

Dom closes his eyes and surrenders to it, letting the heat and soft wetness of Billy's mouth overwhelm him for just a few moments. When Billy breaks the kiss, Dom's eyes remain closed, and he's acutely aware of his heaving chest and hammering pulse. "Bill," he murmurs.

"Yeah?" Billy answers, just as quietly.

"Nothing," Dom says, smiling and opening his eyes. The way Billy is looking at him almost takes his breath away. "Just want you to know what you'll be missing if you gag me."

If Billy thought for a moment that Dom didn't want it, that there was any question, he'd pause and talk about it. But the way Dom says 'gag me' is a challenge that Billy can't resist. "I'll survive," he says, with a wicked leer. He wraps the scarf round Dom's head, tying it, not very tightly, at the side. "Is that all right? Can you breathe?"

Dom nods and gives a hum of assent through the gag. He already regrets the loss of Billy's skin against his mouth, and wonders how long he's going to hold out.

"Now Dom, 'm serious, if you want out for any reason at all, pull against the cuff three times, all right? That's what the web site said would work." Billy finally looks properly at Dom, the scarf a thick line across his head, Dom's mouth open but covered. It's just as sexy as he'd imagined, and he has to take a deep breath to stay on track. "Do it now, for a test."

Billy thinks of everything, and Dom loves him for it. Dom gives three quick tugs on the handcuffs as instructed, and raises his eyebrows expectantly at Billy.

"Bloody gorgeous," Billy answers, letting his nails bite in to Dom's arm a little. He leans close and makes a slow move down from Dom's ear to his neck, tasting all his favorite places and enjoying Dom's reaction.

Unable to speak, Dom hums his appreciation and pushes his neck against Billy's mouth. He loves the feel of Billy's body against his own, Billy's tongue lapping at his neck. Goosebumps prickle all over his skin as Billy's breath dusts over it, making Dom whimper.

"God, you taste good," Billy says, "goingta lick you all over, get my fill of you, finally."

Finally? Dom wants to protest. You've been free to do that anytime you want. Instead he just whines through the gag as Billy's mouth works over his skin, sending surges of arousal through him and making his cock twitch and bob in frustration.

Nipping at Dom's clavicle, Billy works his way down Dom's wiry body, moving to tease Dom's nipple with licks and gentle sucks, not nearly enough for Dom, he can tell The noises Dom's making, muffled groans and quick breaths, are fantastic, sexy and desperate already.

Dom's full-on moaning and squirming now. Not being able to beg, or swear, or do anything beyond emit muffled frustrated noises is driving him bonkers. On the other hand, what Billy's doing to his body is also driving him bonkers, but in a good way. Dom feels as though his head might explode with frustration/pleasure, so to stave off that possibility he whines and writhes a bit more under Billy's mouth.

This is where Billy's always caved before, always moved to Dom's groin so soon. He's determined to avoid that today, to persevere in his plan. He does offer a bit of relief, sucking Dom's nipple in sharply, raking it with his front teeth, enjoying the heartfelt groans that come with that.

All Dom can do is close his eyes and moan. He's hyper-aware of his whole body, and in particular his neglected cock - every time Billy brushes against it, Dom jumps and cries out. The sounds coming out of his mouth are wordless pleas for release, but Billy's just ignoring them. Ignoring them and carrying on. So Dom closes his eyes and tries to centre himself.

Down to Dom's navel, carefully touching too firmly to tickle, Billy laps and sucks at it, thrilled at Dom's writhing and groaning, which is getting lower and more desperate by the moment. Then, with a quick kiss to Dom's cock, Billy makes for his hipbone, beautifully stark above Dom's leg. Billy's never had seemed to have the proper time to appreciate it, to slowly run his tongue along it and learn its shape. After the right side, Billy indulges himself and moves Dom's left hip, comparing and contrasting, sucking a dark mark from the thin skin.

The scarf's wet with Dom's desperation, the painpleasure as Billy sucks a bruise on his hip making Dom let out a long wail. He's gripping the headboard hard and sucking in long gasps of air through the gag, wanting nothing more than to beg.

There are beads of sweat on Dom's skin now, and Billy's tongue scoops up the near ones, tasting salt and sea on Dom. But Billy's unrelenting, he licks down Dom's leg, a long slow diagonal from Dom's hip to the inside of his thigh above his knee, leaving a hand to steady Dom There's a whole part of Dom that Billy's failed to explore thoroughly enough, and he intends to do so now.

It's exquisitely good, and makes a whole raft of emotions swirl through Dom's brain. Having so much attention focused on him is almost overwhelming, and Dom shivers and moans, wanting release but also wanting it to never, ever end.

The inside of Dom's thigh is amazing, soft skin over strong tense muscles, so tense as to be spasming a little. Billy soothes that place, uses his hands to knead and rub, murmuring gently, until Dom's leg goes lax, The which Billy instantly undoes as he swoops down Dom's shin to catch Dom's right big toe in his mouth, sucking it like it's Dom's cock.

Oh fuck, Dom cries out in his mind, Fuck, please, Billy! This is unlike anything Dom's ever experienced before.

"Yeah, Dom" Billy says, when he's finally done with Dom's toes and satisfied himself that Dom's noises are happy ones, "see what you've been missing all this time, when you can't wait, when you beg and I give in?" Billy moves slowly up Dom's other leg, pausing to suck the skin on the inside of Dom's thigh, half-way up from his knee, wanting to leave a mark there as well.

There's definitely a comeback to that one, but Dom's damned if he can think of it right now while Billy makes a painful bruise on his inner thigh. "Mmmmm!" he whines pleadingly through the gag, hoping that it sounds like 'please'.

Billy pats Dom's thigh and says, "Patience, love." He bends Dom's leg up and out, and licks his way along Dom's thigh, nibbling every so often for emphasis. Dom's skin is slick now with sweat, tasting of salty desperation, as Billy's tongue finds the crease between Dom's thigh and his groin.

Finally, Dom's frustration and desperation reaches breaking point. The whining wail Dom lets out as Billy's tongue teases oh-so-close to his cock becomes a sob, and Dom finds himself squeezing his eyes shut to keep tears from making themselves known.

Those are noises that Billy's never heard Dom make before, shamefully arousing pleading noises. "It's all right, I'll take care of you, I'll make it good for you," Billy murmurs as he moves upwards. He cups Dom's balls in one hand and licks a line up Dom's cock to the head.

It's good, but it's still not enough. Dom's hips thrust involuntarily and he whines and sobs more into the gag.

Billy hums and moves his mouth up and over and around Dom's cock, reaching up with one hand and holding Dom's heaving chest, offering both sex and comfort.

A long groan vibrates Dom's ribs as he thrusts into Billy's hot, welcoming mouth. Billy's hand gently rolls Dom's balls as they tighten and draw up against his body. It only takes a few seconds before the orgasm takes hold and wracks Dom's body, and much as he wants to look at Billy's mouth around his cock, Dom can't keep his eyes open as he tumbles into oblivion with a sob.

It's too far away, too much separation, so after Dom's first spurt, Billy crawls up Dom's body, leaving a hand to stroke Dom through his orgasm. Billy undoes the gag, then unhooks the cuffs as quickly as he can. "Fucking amazing, Dom," he murmurs, pulling Dom flush against his body, kissing at edges of Dom's lips while Dom's still gasping for breath.

"Nnnnggh," is about all Dom can manage, as his orgasm subsides and his body turns liquid in Billy's arms. He clings to Billy, panting, unable to speak, any words meaningless now. Instead, Dom whispers Billy's name against Billy's mouth and presses their foreheads together, drowning in Billy's gaze.

So close, Dom's eyes are so close that Billy can't focus: he feels that he's falling into them, and breathing Dom when he breathes in the air that Dom breathes out. It's as though the barriers between him and Dom have dissolved. "Love you," he whispers, holding Dom close, "God, Dom, you are... this is fucking fantastic."

Dom lets out a long, low hum of satisfaction, and allows himself to drift in the afterglow, his eyes closing. Some part of his brain wants him to have a shower, but his body is beyond his brain's control right now. Safe and utterly content, Dom dozes, feeling like he's found all that life has to offer.