"Watch and enjoy" (Rachel/Billy, R, June 2007)
Title: Watch and enjoy
Authors: msilverstar and unstealthy
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Rachel Weisz
Rating: R
Warnings: light bondage
Disclaimer: Fiction, not true, we made it up
Summary/Excerpt: "You're in no position to be not wanting me."
Series Note: This is set in an alternate universe where Dom, Billy and Rachel Weisz have a happy kinky ménage à trois. This one is set in June 2007: to read the fic in chronological order, please see the PPP Verse Master List
Billy is bored. Three different interviews canceled, an audition completely gone wrong, and it's raining. Maybe not so much bored as frustrated and angry. He's in London, not even in Glasgow, where he could nip over to a friend's or go to his local and noodle around with a song. It's not that Rachel's boring, but she's been out, and when she comes back, giddy, with raindrops in her hair and colour in her cheeks, it's hard not to resent it, just a bit.
"Hello, darling," Rachel says, placing a damp kiss on Billy's lips. She's feeling careless, and left her umbrella and jacket in an uncharacteristic heap on the hall floor. "Make me a cup of tea?" she asks as she drops on the couch beside him.
Tsking, Billy picks up the damp things and carries them to the kitchen where they can drip without ruining the floor. "Yes, madame," he says, a bit sarcastically, as he puts the kettle on.
Rachel rolls her eyes and follows Billy out of the room when she sees him pick up her stuff from the hall floor. He's just saying "yes, madame" as she reaches the kitchen doorway. "Oh, feeling hard done-by are you?" Rachel leans on the doorframe and looks at Billy's back with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to turn around.
There's something about her tone that puts Billy's back up. "Some of us," he says, crisply, as he leans against the counter, still half turned away from her, "have a care for things."
"Oh, I see." Rachel stands up and folds her arms. "Is this one of those culture clash things where you come over all holier than thou because you were brought up to respect what you had because you didn't have much, and clearly I wasn't?" Most of the time Rachel has nothing but admiration and a little awe for the way Billy's got where he is by sheer hard work and a little luck. But sometimes he rubs her face in her privilege, and this seems like one of those times.
"Not," Billy says, "not that again, really, leave it. It's too fucking much today." He looks out the window: dreary rain and leaves thrashing in the trees of the park across the way, not quite sure if he's angry enough to leave the flat entirely.
"What's going on?" Rachel says, realising he's upset about something else altogether and not what she's just said. He's leaning on the edge of the sink, hands gripping so hard his knuckles are white. She knows not to go to him. "What's this all about?" she says, quietly.
Billy slowly uncurls his fingers and shakes his head. "Another good part lost because they cannot fucking see me as an all-round actor. No good dramatic roles: I'm too short and too nice and too fucking Scottish." He takes a breath, and tries to calm himself.
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry." Rachel goes to the kettle and switches it off. This calls for something more than tea. She touches Billy lightly on the arm. "Let's have a drink, talk to me?"
"Yeah," Billy says, "not that there's anything new to say." But he leans into her, pulls her close and buries his face in her hair, accepting the comfort she's offering.
"Idiots," Rachel murmurs, kissing Billy's temple. "They're all fucking idiots. Nothing makes sense in this business. Nothing at all." She swears a little in German because it sounds so much harsher and is more satisfying to say. "Come on, there's whisky in the other room." She leads Billy out to the living room.
It's comforting, hearing her say those words in German, just like Dom. Billy follows, though he's not sure if he's ready to give up his bad mood.
Billy falls into a chair and Rachel goes to the sideboard and pours a shot of whisky for each of them. She slides into Billy's lap and gives him one of the heavy glasses. "Flying Scotsman is a wonderful role for you, and you're about to start another shoot. Both of which require you to be Scottish, so there's one of your supposed disadvantages out the window," Rachel points out.
"In both of which, I am 'the friend', the second lead if not the third, with no interesting character development whatsoever." Billy's still only ready to be stroppy.
Rachel sighs and sips her drink. "Okay." She realises there's no point pursuing this at the moment. "Have you spoken to Dom today?"
"Dom? Why?"
"No particular reason, just asking." She sighs. "I miss him. I'm sort of glad he's finishing the season, if it means we get to see more of him."
"Now there's a character with an arc," Billy observes. But it's true he feels a little better thinking about Dom. "I hope he'll be here more often, at least when he's not in Africa looking for insects and things."
Rachel laughs. "Just as long as he doesn't bring any back with him," she says. She watches the muscles of Billy's throat move as he takes a swallow of whisky and feels a wave of love. "Anyone who turns you down is a complete fuckwit," she whispers. "You're the most wonderful man in the world as far as I'm concerned. I know that doesn't help with your job prospects, but..." Rachel nuzzles his neck. "I love you so much, and Dom loves you, and neither of us would know what to do with ourselves without you."
Resisting Rachel when she's out to cheer him up is really quite ridiculous. Billy says, "Thanks, love, you're that for me too." He'd like to be calmer about the roles, and just get on with life, make the best of things, be glad for Rachel and Dom. But he can't, not always: he needs to have a role or two to sink his teeth into, remember what it's like to act.
It's really no use. "You need Dom here, don't you, you could give him a good flogging and work out some of that anger," Rachel sighs. "I'm sorry I'm being rubbish, I wish I knew how to make you feel better."
"Rachel," Billy leans back to look at her face, "you're certainly not rubbish, don't say such things." He kisses her cheek and then her nose, "Dom can't, no one else can make me feel better when I'm in a black mood: it's my own problem, not yours."
"Not true, we're in this together, I love you, your problems are my problems." She kisses his mouth, lingering. The whisky makes her lips tingle. "Would sex help you feel better?" she murmurs against his mouth.
'Hmmm?" Billy's not quite sure what she's proposing, but it's likely to be fun.
It's not 'no', so Rachel continues, kissing his jaw and neck and speaking against his skin. "I'm wondering if I can take your mind off things," she says.
Billy'd never say no to Rachel if she wanted it for herself, but he's knackered and angry: that's a bad combination for their usual kind of kinky sex. "Something easy?" he suggests, "so I don't have to shift myself?"
"Mmm, whatever you want." Rachel takes a sip of whisky, and holding the fiery liquid in her mouth, kisses Billy.
Rachel's mouth is sweet, even when she's eaten something spicy, and whisky-flavoured Rachel is fantastic. Billy pulls her down closer to him, closing his eyes as he kisses her and falls into her warmth.
The whisky dribbles down Rachel's chin a bit and makes her giggle into the kiss, then she brushes her lips along Billy's stubbly jaw and down his neck as his arms tighten around her. "Love you," she murmurs and latches on to his neck and sucks hard.
Head back against the chair, Billy smiles at the ceiling and says, "Love you, my Rachel." He's in a bit of a daze, can't be arsed to do anything but enjoy the sharp spikes of sensation as she's ravaging his neck.
It seems to be working, in that Billy's not objecting, in fact he seems to be relaxing a little. Rachel licks over the bruise she's made and then sits up and rests her forehead against Billy's. "Would you like me to take charge?" she asks.
"Why not?" Billy says, "As long as I don't have to think."
His hands are roaming a bit now, which encourages Rachel. She shifts to straddle his lap and his hands go to her arse as she kisses him again, more thoroughly and eagerly this time.
"Oh god, you're beautiful," he says, cupping her arse with one hand, his other moving to her breast, to hold and knead it. His tongue follows the taste of whisky down her chin and along her neck, until all he can taste is Rachel. He keeps on until she pulls away a little.
"Mm, that's good, but..." she's enjoying his touch, but her suggestion of being in charge started ideas forming in her mind, ideas she wants to put into practice. "...I'm in charge and I say what you can and can't touch." Pulling away, she slides off her lap and stands up, shedding her t-shirt so she's standing there in her bra and jeans. "Are you coming?" she holds out her hand to him.
With an invitation like that, Billy's ready for anything. "As my lady commands," he says lightly, meeting her hand and bending to kiss it.
Now he's on his feet, she takes his hand and tugs gently. "Come along, knight errant," she says. "To my chamber."
Ambling behind her, Billy combs his fingers through his hair and tries to wake up a bit. The curve of her back, even broken by her bra-strap, is enticing and lovely. Billy wants to lick it.
"Come hither," Rachel says when they reach the bedroom, turning and pulling Billy to her and sliding her hands around his waist. "Now kiss me, but no groping." She's getting rather excited about her plans, but Billy isn't nearly excited enough yet, as she can feel when she presses herself against him.
"Kisses, yeah," Billy murmers and moves his hands to her back, doing no more than resting them against her skin, and leans into her kiss.
The fabric of his shirt feels rough against her skin. "Naked, I want you naked," she says, stepping back. "Quickly, I want to look at you."
Billy's stripping off his shirt before she can finish the sentence. His shoes are already off, but he has to lean to pull his socks off, then trousers and underpants. "Fast enough?" he asks, leaning against a dresser, rather pleased with himself.
"Stand up, please," Rachel says. She eyes his cock, half-hard, and licks her lips. "Lovely." Rachel slips off her bra and cups her breasts, squeezing them and rolling them a little. Billy's cock responds, starting to twitch, making Rachel get goosebumps, and she pops open her jeans and slides her hand down to touch herself.
With a little sigh of pleasure, looking at her, Billy stands straight. After a moment, he puts his hands behind his back: half submission, half parade rest. "Yes, madame," he answers, as if answering a general. Or a queen. Rachel's magnificent and he'll do whatever she wants.
Once Billy's cock is hard, Rachel takes a step near him and brushes her fingers up it, then over his belly to his chest. "You're so fucking sexy, I could push you down on the bed and ride you right now," she says, her voice husky. "But then it would be all over, and I've got lots of plans for you." Tracing a forefinger over his lips, she can feel warm breath huffing from his nostrils. "Fetch me some cuffs," she says, softly but firmly.
He'd started to agree to being pushed on the bed, but this is good too. Billy moves to the little cabinet where they keep the toys, and brings out some leather cuffs. He's not sure what he's to do with them, so he holds them them up for her approval.
"Give them to me and then go and lie on the bed." Rachel holds her hand out for the cuffs, feeling her heart pounding, hoping that he likes this reversal of their normal roles.
Obeying, Billy walks to Rachel with the cuffs. He'd nearly tossed them to her, but it seems wrong for this particular kind of play, so he says, "Yes, madame." He walks backward toward the bed and gives himself a private laugh by falling backwards onto it before scooting up to the pillow. Spreading his arms, he looks at Rachel, hoping she'll come close.
"Arms over your head." Rachel takes a moment just to look at him, naked and waiting patiently for her. "Very nice." She kneels on the bed beside him and attaches the cuffs to his wrist and then to the bedhead. "Does that feel okay?"
"Yes, madame," Billy says, which seems to be enough. He shivers a little, stretched out naked in front of Rachel's gaze while she's still half-dressed. "What are you going to do to me?"
"That would be telling," she says with a smile, trailing her fingers over his chest again. She does so love his chest. "I wish Dom could see you now, god."
Billy nods, because it would be fucking wonderful to have Dom here as well. He cranes his neck down and waits until her arm comes within reach, so he can twist and barely reach it to kiss her skin. He rubs his face against her arm, and makes a little noise that someone might confuse with a whimper. God, she's sexy.
"My lovely man," Rachel says happily. "Oh, the fun I'm going to have with you." She hops off the bed and quickly tugs off her jeans and knickers. "This is how you like me, isn't it?" she says, standing tall for him to look at, arching her back a little.
"Yes," Billy answers urgently, "fantastic, naked." He's less interested in seeing and more in feeling. "Come close, and touch me?"
"All in good time," she says. It's too easy, in a way. "You'll have to have patience and ask very nicely to get what you want."
Billy keeps his voice level and clear as he says, "Yes, please, may I feel you?"
"Wellll...." Rachel kneels on the bed and sits astride Billy's thighs, close to his cock but not touching. "You'll have to watch me first." And oh how she loves him to watch, and she knows how hard it is for him to look and not touch.
The heat of her thighs is the last straw: so close to his cock and yet so far. His hips jerk forward, but he can't reach anything and he lets out a groan of aroused frustration. "Ahhhh, you..." he says, trying to stay calm, "so sexy, so hot, awful tease."
"That's the idea," Rachel says, delighted at how Billy's responding. She leans forward and kisses his chest, ensuring that his cock rubs against her belly as she does so. "Mmm. So many possibilities, so little time."
"Ohyeah," Billy moans, arching his back so he can press against as much of her skin as possible. His head tips back for a moment at the pleasure of it, but it's too good a view to miss. "Fucking amazing," he tells Rachel, looking down as much as he can, "want you so much, all the time, everywhere."
"Quite right too," Rachel says, sitting up again and sliding her hands over his chest and belly. "You're in no position to be not wanting me." Sighing with pleasure, and locking her gaze with his, she runs her hands over her own body to her breasts, smiling down proprietorially at him.
Billy wants her, wants to rub against her at least, even if his hands are bound. "Please," he says, "let me touch?" He licks his lips and that reminds him, "Or, use my mouth?" Now that he's thought of it, he can't think of anything but the taste of her skin, of her cunt.
"I think I'd prefer to have you watch," Rachel says, slipping a hand down to her clit and moaning softly. "Watch and enjoy, and think about what you might get later, if you're good."
"Oh, Rachel," Billy gasps, because the sight of her touching herself is too much to bear, quietly, "I need... please..." He pulls against the cuffs, his cock thrusting at air, if he could only touch her he'd come like a lad.
"Calm down and stay still," Rachel says firmly, pausing to press her palms on Billy's thighs to emphasise her point. "You'll get what you want. I just want what I want first, you need to learn to be patient." She fixes her gaze on him again, searching his expression, hoping he'll acquiesce.
With a deep breath, Billy stops himself cold. He uses all his self-control to stay rigidly still, hands curled in fists above the cuffs, legs locked straight. She's so fucking sexy, he'll do even this for her: he should have done this earlier, played the game, given over rather than demanding or even begging. "Yes madame," he says softly, "for you."
Rachel can feel the tension in Billy's body, and is thrilled that he's doing this for her, damping down his need in order to please her. "Good, very good," she murmurs, starting to stroke herself again. "Keep this up and you'll get your reward."
There's nothing for Billy to do but set his jaw and watch Rachel do what he's desperate for. "God, you're beautiful," he says, for lack of anything sensible to say.
"Mmm, my gorgeous man," Rachel says as she touches herself, wanting to come, loving the feeling of making Billy do exactly what she wants for once. "Going to make you feel so good." Her free hand is gripping his thigh hard, her hips rocking against her fingers.
Not trusting himself to answer that, Billy concentrates on her hand, on the sharp sensation there instead of his primal fucking lust. "Beautiful," he says, "love you," and stills himself.
Moving her free hand to her breast, Rachel pinches her nipple to increase her arousal and hasten her orgasm. "Oh!" she gasps. "Getting close!"
Billy just groans and locks his knees.
"Oh god, it's good!" Rachel says. "Love you!" and she comes, her head thrown back, shuddering hard against her fingers.
"So beautiful" Billy murmurs, watching her whole body move with her orgasm, remembering how she feels when she comes around his cock, his fingers, his mouth. It's so incredibly frustrating to see and not touch that Billy's shaking with it, but makes himself stay quiet.
Eventually the pleasure subsides and Rachel smiles down at Billy, basking in the afterglow. "A small reward for you to be going on with," she says, offering her fingers for him to lick.
"Mmmankyou," Billy mumbles around her fingers, greedily sucking on them all at once, closing his eyes to better savour her taste and her touch.
His tongue on her fingers makes her shiver. "Good, you've been so good," she says, leaning down to kiss him on the mouth, lingering.
Unashamedly desperate, Billy's tongue plunders Rachel's mouth, pushes in and tastes her, because it's lovely and not nearly enough.
"Mmm, gorgeous," Rachel says, breaking off the kiss. "Now you get your reward, but I'm going to take my time." She shuffles back on her knees and pushes Billy's legs apart enough so she can kneel between them. "I love you so much." Rachel pushes Billy's knees up and apart so he's completely exposed to her gaze, and runs her palms down his inner thighs, stopping either side of his scrotum.
"Yesyes, fuck, yes" Billy moans, breathless and panting, spreading his legs and rocking his arse against the bed.
"Just how I like you, a desperate slut," Rachel says, shuffling backwards so she can bend and apply her teeth gently to the soft skin of Billy's inner thigh, sucking hard as she lightly rolls his balls with one hand.
Her hand and her mouth are everything in the world right now. Billy manages enough coherence to say, "Only for you, love," as he'd never done this, not like this, with anyone else, even Dom.
"You taste good," Rachel says, licking a path up to Billy's groin. Quickly, before he can object, she wets her finger in her mouth and presses it into his hole as she firmly massages his balls with her tongue.
Billy squirms a little, but Rachel's mouth on his balls is so impossibly good that it's driving him mad. He can't stay still any longer, moaning, "Please, please, anything, fucking hell, my cock, I can't..."
Billy's pleas go straight to Rachel's heart. "Yes, lover, I know," she murmurs, curling her finger inside him so it rubs over his prostate. She kisses the join between each of his legs and his body, and wraps her hand around his cock so she can take him deep into her throat.
"Ahhhhhh fuck good good good," Billy moans, his voice breaking as she touches him, inside and out. When her mouth goes round the head of his cock, he lifts his hips so the rest will follow, so close to coming that he's quaking with it.
Overjoyed that she's managed to get Billy to a state of desperation and pleading, Rachel sucks hard on his cock. Billy thrusts into her mouth and she relaxes her throat to accommodate him.
"Rachel," Billy manages, feeling his orgasm come closer. He gulps in air and wraps his legs round Rachel's back, and gives over to the sensations.
Rachel hums around Billy's cock. It seems to be the thing to tip him over the edge, as he's suddenly coming in her mouth and so she sucks him gently through his orgasm.
The waves of amazing pleasure run through Billy and leave him stranded and gasping. "So good, fantastic," he finally manages, "love you."
Once he's stilled, she lets him slip from her mouth and carefully removes her finger. Sliding up the bed she undoes the cuffs and pulls Billy into her arms. "You were amazing, wonderful, thank you."
"It's me that has to thank you," Billy says, smiling and, turning on his side to face her, holding her close. "You've chased my bad mood away, and made me remember the fringe-benefits of not working so much, of being here when you come home."
Rachel chuckles. "Glad to be of service," she says, nuzzling his neck and sighing contentedly. "Do you want to have a nap? We can order dinner in."
"Do I ever, ever not want a kip, after?" Billy kisses her hair and strokes her back, arms aching a little from his struggles against the cuffs. "And I'll be thinking of all the very strict punishments I'll be devising for you, after this." He aims a swat at her lovely arse and cackles as she shrieks a little.
"Have your nap, if you're going to!" Rachel says, rolling off the bed and out of reach. "I'm going to have a shower and open a bottle of wine."
Billy turns on his stomach and relaxes into the bed. He'd not known how far he could go with Rachel on top, without making a snarky comment and breaking the mood. That's what he's done with Dom, as a rule, and they've both always seemed relieved. So there's always something new to try. Not crawling, Billy simply can't imagine doing that, but the idea of giving over to Rachel again, (or Dom, or Rachel-and-Dom), is now much more attractive.
Next chronologically: 'Invited Voyeur' (Billy/Rachel/Dom) set mid-2008