Fic: In the Dressing Room
In the Dressing Room
Billy/Dominic
oh so very NC-17
1,623 words
notes: So apparently Viggo, Orlando, and Dominic were all at Billy's concert last night, along with Ali and baby Jack. From what I hear, Vig and Orli were somewhere out in the audience or something, but Dom was only seen in the parking lot afterward. Where was he? Well, I think he was in Billy's dressing room, of course.
additional notes: this is pure PWP. also, Billy wasn't wearing a button-down shirt, but pretend he was, okay? also also, go to
beizy 's journal for more ORC updates and general squeeage. *g*
more additional notes: written in a chat for my brainspouse,
bloodrayveness. ♥
Dominic slips through the side door after the music’s started and heads down the hallway to Billy’s dressing room. He strips off his shirt and shoes and sits, bare-chested, on the make-up counter, waiting for Billy to finish. He can hear the music through the walls, and though it’s muffled and garbled, he can hear Billy’s voice clearly.
Billy finishes his set and mingles with the fans and Ali, cooing at Jack a bit, then goes over to chat with Viggo and Orli.
Out of the blue, Viggo says, "Dominic's here, by the way."
Billy looks around but doesn't see him. "Where?"
"Backstage," Orli says, jerking his thumb in the direction of the Employees Only door.
Billy turns and hurries away without another word. Random people block his path, and he shoulders through them, pushing them aside. Finally, he's through the door, into the relatively quiet hallway. He sprints down the hall to his dressing room, which is really no more than a closet with a mirror and a counter.
Dominic is perched on the small table with his bare feet in the chair. His shoes are underneath his jacket and t-shirt in the corner. In the bright white lights around the mirror, his skin glows gold. Billy sees his own green eyes reflected back at him from over Dominic's bare shoulder.
"You didn't tell me you were coming," Billy says quietly. He hasn't moved from the doorway.
"Christ, Billy, close the door. I'm not exactly dressed, y'know." Dom hops down from the counter and pulls Billy closer to him. "You don't have to be dressed either, Bill. Although I must say, you do look quite sexy in this." Dom tugs at the pinstripe waistcoat, popping the buttons open one by one.
Billy, still faintly shocked at seeing Dominic half-naked in his dressing room, nods. Dominic pulls him into the room and kicks the door closed, then pushes Billy up against it. "Miss me?"
"You know I did."
"Wouldn't miss this. Couldn't miss this. Had to see you, Bills." Dom murmurs, his lips already against Billy's jaw. Billy jumps into action, closing his fingers around Dom's biceps.
"You've gotten quite fit, Dommeh." He runs his hands around Dom's bare back, stroking his spine. "Ali's... out there. With Jack."
"I know," Dom replies, going to work on Billy's trousers. "I saw them before, while you were back here. They won't come in." He pushes the material down Billy's legs, following them down until he's on his knees in front of Billy. Dominic's own jeans, low on his hips, are much tighter than could ever be considered comfortable. "Look in the mirror, Bill. What do you see?"
Billy looks straight ahead. He sees himself, his shirt unbuttoned and his vest hanging off his shoulders. His eyes move downward until he sees Dominic's bleached hair. "God, Dom..."
Dom lets out a breathy laugh before laying a wet, open-mouthed kiss to Billy's stomach, just below his navel. Billy's hips stutter forward and Dom catches him, pushing him back against the door. "Patience, Billy. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me not to rush out on stage to see you?"
Billy groans and leans his head back against the door. "Teasing bastard."
"Not teasing, Billy," Dom assures him between kisses. His right hand moves to stroke Billy's cock slowly. "Just savouring."
"Then savour faster, dammit." Billy giggles when Dom pokes him in the side in retaliation.
Dominic leans in and swipes his tongue over the head of Billy's cock, making Billy jerk forward again.
"Sorry, sorry," Billy breathes, his hand in Dom's hair. He can feel the crusty gel at the tips, then the softer hair underneath, closer to Dominic's skull. He tugs the blonde tufts gently.
Dom's hands join his mouth as he alternately strokes and sucks Billy's cock. His knees ache a bit on the hard floor, so he readjusts, his body as close as it can get to Billy's.
Dom can feel Billy about to come, and he pulls back. "Fucking hell, Dom," Billy sobs, his hands latching onto Dom's arms again. Dominic stands up hops back onto the counter, his back against the mirror.
"BillyBillyBilly..." he mumbles, pulling Billy in for a kiss. Their tongues tangle and Billy can taste himself on Dom's lips. "Want you t'fuck me, Bills."
Billy's only response is a short moan that Dom swallows. Billy wrenches away from him and takes a step back, breathing hard. He nearly trips over his own trousers around his ankles and Dominic's discarded shoe. Dom is sitting in almost the same position Billy found him in, only his jeans seem much tighter now.
Billy steps out of his own trousers and kicks them into the pile of Dom's clothes before lifting Dominic's legs to get his jeans off.
Dom bites his lip, holding back a laugh, when Billy's fingers skim over the soles of Dom's feet. Billy touches the two small stars then grasps the frayed cuffs of Dom's jeans. Dominic unbuttons them quickly and lifts his hips, shoving them down. Billy pulls them the rest of the way off and flings them towards the wall, then steps close to Dom again, kissing him deeply.
Dominic leans forward, on the edge of the counter, and wraps his arms around Billy's neck. "Billy..." he breathes. His cock is aching from being ignored thus far, and really, wasn't Billy supposed to be fucking him now?
"How... want me?" Dom whispers dazedly, tilting his head back to give Billy access to his throat.
Billy's silent for a short moment, and then he groans loudly, imagining positions.
"Turn around," Billy directs, his hands on Dom's shoulders. "Face the mirror. Want you to see."
"See what?" Dom asks, grinning, though he already knows what Billy's going to say. Dom slides off the counter again and turns, watching Billy in the mirror. Billy's hands curl around Dominic's chest, holding him tightly. Billy leans over him, then, and kisses his neck just below his ear.
"See how beautiful y'are when I'm pounding into ye. When I'm coming inside you, Dom. I want you t'see that," Billy whispers.
Dom shivers, eliciting a grin from Billy.
Dom leans over the counter with one hand holding himself up and the other braced against the mirror. Billy shuffles backward to give Dom a bit more room, then moves his hands in circles around Dom's shoulder blades and back.
Billy's fingers slide easily across Dominic's skin, which is quite slick with sweat. He follows the knobs of Dom's spine down, down until he's pushing at Dom's entrance with his thumb, then his fingers, stretching him. Billy pulls his hand away and moves it to Dom's mouth. Dominic sucks Billy's fingers in quickly, his tongue sliding over the digits.
After a few seconds of Dominic's mouth on his hand, Billy brings his wet fingers back to Dom's arse. He reaches between Dominic's legs and squeezes his balls gently, then resumes preparing him. A moment later, Billy takes his hand away and Dom can feel his cock pushing at his arse.
"Ready, Dommeh?" Billy murmurs, his slicked fingers coming around to pinch Dominic's right nipple. Dom gasps and nods frantically.
One thrust, then two, and Billy's all the way inside. Dom gasps, arching his back.
"Look in the mirror, Dom," Billy orders, speeding up his thrusts. "Look at your face, Dom. See how you look when I'm fucking you?"
Dominic wrenches his eyes open, but doesn't focus on his own face. Instead, he catches Billy's eyes, bright and reflecting the harsh lights around them.
"Don't look at me, Dom."
"Billy... Ah, god, Billy..." Dom moans, his hand slipping on the mirror. His eyes fall closed again, but Billy's fingers tighten on his hips and he opens them.
"Look, Dom."
Dominic looks. He sees the multitude of lights reflected in his eyes. His pupils are dilated from the brightness, and his eyes are a dark, silvery gray. His hair sticks to his forehead with sweat. His skin is flushed from his chest to his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
"Can you see?"
"I see, Billy, I see," Dom says, pushing back to meet Billy's thrusts.
Billy kisses the nape of Dom's neck, pushing into him at a hard, fast pace. "Good, Dommeh," he murmurs, licking at the droplets of sweat there.
"Billy, Bill, Billy please..."
Billy's hands disappear beneath the counter and encircle Dom's cock. He squeezes, then strokes, flicking his thumb over the head, where it's most sensitive. Moments later, Dom's coming over Billy's hand, his eyes tightly shut, his arse clenching around Billy. Billy laughs breathlessly, then he's coming himself, in short, hot bursts.
Dominic's limp in his arms, then, and they're both leaning over the counter awkwardly. "God, I love you, Bills."
Billy sighs, pulling out of Dom. "Dommeh..."
"You don't have to say it back, Billy. I know you can't."
"I want to, Dom. But--"
"Ali, I know. It's alright. It's enough that you did love me, anyway."
Billy nods sadly and pulls Dominic close for a sloppy, wet kiss. It ends in a tight embrace, flushed skin against flushed skin, and neither want to let go.
"I did miss you, Dom."
"I know. I missed you too, Bill."
"I'm glad you came."
Dom leans backward, not yet breaking free from Billy's arms, but enough to look him in the eye. "I am too."
The light quickly becomes too harsh for their eyes, and they can hear quick footsteps rushing behind the door. Billy, still wearing his shirt and waistcoat, pulls on his trousers and sits down in the chair as Dom gets dressed.
"We may not always be together, Dom, but I will always love you."