Fic: The Talk (Take 2)
title: The Talk (Take 2)
pairing: Billy/Dom + Elijah
rating: NC-17
warning: BDSM
summary: Dom's side of the story.
disclaimer: this is completely untrue.
note: This fic follows The Talk (so read that one first!!), but it actually begins before it, earlier in the evening. This fic actually has some porn. :D All of the dialogue in the last scene is the same as in The Talk, though I edited some of it out in this one.
"Dom, gimme your hand,” Billy said, out of the blue, as Dom counted out New Zealand dollars to pay for their dinner.
Dom raised an eyebrow and laid both of his hands palm-up on the table. Billy traced the blue veins in Dom’s left wrist with his index finger, then hooked the fingers of his other hand beneath the cuff on Dom’s right wrist. He tugged the leather gently. Dom grinned.
“You know I’ll fucking go down on you right here, Bill,” he murmured, paying no attention to the diners around them.
“No. We can… no. Wait ‘till we get home. Then I’ll fuck you into the bloody mattress.” Billy stood up abruptly. “Finish paying the bill. I’ll meet you at the car.”
***
The second Dom closed the door to their shared flat, Billy whirled around and pushed him up against it, one hand fisted in Dom’s hair, pulling his head back roughly, and the other fisted in his t-shirt, holding him firmly against the door. Dom cried out at the sudden impact.
“Oh, fucking… fuck me here, Billy, against the door. Now, Billy, please now,” Dom pleaded, flattening his hands on the door.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do. Go get on the bed, face-down. I wanna mark you tonight.”
Billy released Dom from his iron grip and Dom immediately scampered down the hall to prepare for Billy. He stripped off his clothes and threw them into a corner, then knelt on the bed, facing the headboard. He wondered what Billy meant when he said ‘mark’. Usually Billy only used his hands to mark him, though the cuffs also left friction burns around his wrists.
Billy entered the room a minute later, shirtless and carrying a wooden ruler that normally resided in one of the kitchen’s junk drawers.
“I said I wanted you on your stomach, Dominic.” He placed the ruler carefully on the edge of the bed, close enough to reach when he wanted it, but not too close as to get in the way beforehand. He put a hand on Dom’s shoulder and shoved him forward. Dom fell to his hands and knees and flattened on the bed, limbs outstretched. “Good boy,” Billy murmured absently.
Dom wrapped his fingers around the slats of the headboard, holding himself still as Billy fastened the restraints around his wrists. Billy buckled cuffs around his ankles too, but didn’t connect them to the footboard yet. He slapped Dom’s bare arse, leaving a stark red handprint on Dom’s pale skin.
“Your back or your arse? First, I mean. I’m gonna mark both tonight.”
Dom shivered. Billy didn’t usually offer him a choice like this. “My… my back. My back first.”
Dom could hear the grin in Billy’s voice. “You want your arse bright red and stinging when I fuck you, then?”
“Fuck yes. Yes, Billy, please.”
“Alright, no more talking. Y’don’t have to count this time. I’ll know when you’ve had enough.”
Billy went to the top drawer of his dresser to find some of their more frequently used items. He settled on a leather strap and coiled it around his hand. Dom stopped watching him then and turned his face into the pillow. He heard Billy shuck his jeans and step closer to the bed again.
Without warning, the first strike landed. A narrow strip of burning pain erupted across Dom’s shoulders. He cried out loudly and tried to muffle the noise with the pillow. The next few blows were softer than the first, but only marginally.
Billy steadily worked his way across Dom’s back, laying the marks evenly and symmetrically. Billy loved symmetricality as much as Dom loved asymmetricality, and it was a constant source of teasing between them.
Dom had a feeling that Billy was luring him into a false sense of security, because the strikes were lessening in both intensity and frequency. Either that or Billy was just being nice and letting Dom save his strength for later, when he’d really need it. The thought made Dom groan in anticipation.
“Up, Dom,” Billy ordered, smacking Dom’s arse with his hand. He positioned Dom so that his head and torso were still flat on the bed, but he was on his knees with his arse in the air.
“Now don’t move, Dommeh.” Dom nodded as best he could with his face pushed against the pillow. “This is gonna hurt,” Billy continued, “and you’re gonna want to move, but you’re not going to, understand?”
Dom nodded again and felt Billy’s hands kneading and caressing his arse and thighs. The ruler slapped down sharply across his buttocks. The pain took a second to register, but when it hit him, Dom screamed.
“Hm, nice,” Billy muttered, pressing his fingers into the bright red mark. “Very pretty, Dom.”
“Nngh,” Dom moaned, pulling at the restraints holding his wrists.
Billy gripped Dom’s hip to keep him steady. His hand drifted underneath Dom’s body to stroke and pull Dom’s cock, rock hard and leaking from the exquisite torture.
“Ah, you know the rules, Dom.” Billy chuckled. “You’re not to come before me.”
“Nnnngh, Bill. God. Close now. Fuck.”
“Does it hurt yet?” Billy whispered, suddenly very close to Dom’s ear.
“Fuck yes. Jesus fuck, Bill, hurts so much,” Dom whinged, his voice breaking.
Billy laughed. The fucker laughed. “I’m not done with you yet, Dommeh-lad.”
He backed away from Dom for a moment. Dom could hear him rearranging things-the lube, on the bedside table, and the strap, which had fallen to the floor-and finally, Billy was behind him again, on top of him.
“Stretch out,” Billy directed, guiding Dom’s legs toward the corners of the bed. He locked the cuffs around his ankles to the footboard, then lay down on top of Dom again, his cock pressing against the cleft of Dom’s arse.
“Gonna fuck you now, Dom,” Billy whispered, biting the nape of Dom’s neck lightly. He pushed two fingers into Dom’s arse and twisted them, stretching Dom quickly. Billy chuckled breathlessly at Dom’s reaction.
“Aahh, god, Bill,” Dom gasped into the pillow. “Fucking hurts.”
“No more talking unless it’s to beg. You don’t want me to gag you, do you?”
“No, please, no.”
“Then shut your mouth,” Billy growled.
Billy withdrew his fingers, but before Dom had a chance to recover his breath, he pushed his cock fully into Dom’s arse. Dom’s fingers tightened around the slats of the headboard and he opened his mouth wordlessly. After a couple of thrusts, Billy’s cock hit Dom’s prostate and he arched up and threw his head back.
“Fuck, Billy, so close…” Dom panted, perfectly willing to risk speaking again.
Billy’s fingers latched onto Dom’s hair and held his head back, his neck bent painfully. “Do you need me to get your fucking cock ring, Dommeh?” Billy murmured against the shell of Dom’s ear. He laughed menacingly and reached over to the bedside table.
“No,” Dom moaned weakly, not moving from the pillow.
Billy picked up the discarded ruler instead and snapped it sharply at the top of Dom’s arse. Dom screamed again, as he had for the first smack of the ruler. Billy pressed his fingers hard into the new mark and Dom let out a low, wavering groan.
“Convince me you don’t need it, then,” Billy ordered softly, jerking Dom’s hair back for a quick instant. “You’re allowed to speak now, since you obviously can’t shut up.”
“Nnah.” Billy moved away and reached towards the table again. “Billy, no, please no! Don’t do it, Billy, please! Don’t need it, Billy, I don’t, no, please! I’ll be good, I promise. Promise. I can wait.”
Billy thrust into Dom roughly then, bracing himself on Dom’s shoulder, pushing Dom into the mattress.
The door burst open suddenly and Billy immediately stopped moving.
“Bill?” Dom choked out, his eyes flying open in panic.
“Elijah,” Billy murmured quietly in reply.
“What the hell’s going on here? Billy?!” a new voice shouted. Dom flushed red in embarrassment; he was glad Elijah couldn’t see his face.
“Elijah, give us a minute,” Billy said sternly, pulling out of Dom and rolling off the bed.
“Dom?” Elijah asked hesitantly.
Dom didn’t move. His mind was screaming at him, BillyBillyBillyohfuckinghellBilly make him go away. He was frankly surprised that Elijah hadn’t gone when Billy told him to.
“Dominic?” Elijah’s voice was steely with concern and anger and, Dom realized, fear.
“’Lijah, go to my room,” Dom finally replied, paralyzed with humiliation.
“Elijah, wait in Dom’s room,” Billy repeated when Elijah failed to respond. He sounded almost desperate. Dom heard him exhale sharply and usher Elijah out, slamming the door behind him.
They waited in silence for a moment, listening to Elijah cross the hallway and go into Dom’s bedroom. Dom lifted his head and twisted in the restraints to face Billy.
“God, I’m sorry, Dom. I should’ve locked the door.”
“Billy.” Dom breathed. He didn’t know quite what to say. Billy rushed over to him and unbuckled the cuffs from around his limbs. Arms shaking, Dom pushed himself up to his hands and knees. Billy’s arms curled around Dom’s torso and held him steady.
“Alright, Dom?” Billy asked quietly.
“Fuck. Why did he come in here? He shouldn’t have-what ever happened to privacy, y’know?”
“Dom, shhh. Calm down. It’s okay. This isn’t anything we can’t handle, yeah?”
“He fucking… fucking saw us-” Dom laughed breathlessly, nervously. “Fucking. He saw us fucking. He saw me… I… How the hell am I supposed to explain this to him?”
Billy pulled Dom into a tight, full-body embrace, though he was careful to avoid touching the angry red marks on Dom’s back.
“He wasn’t supposed to see this, Bill. He’s not supposed to know about this. I can’t believe… I can’t believe he saw me like this. Saw us like this.” Dom could feel himself winding up into hysteria.
“Shhh, Dommeh, shhhhh.” Billy murmured soothingly, petting Dom’s hair. “It’s alright. It’s not so bad, really. It’s alright. Calm down, love.”
Dom breathed deeply for a moment. “I… I have to talk to him. Shite.”
“Might want to get some clothes on first,” Billy pointed out. He let Dom out of his grasp and bent down to pick up a pair of stretchy track pants. “Here.” Billy paused. “He won’t want to talk to me yet, y’know.”
Dom nodded. He stepped into the trousers and settled them carefully around his hips, trying to avoid contact with the painful welts on his skin.
Billy dug around in the closet for a shirt and tossed it to Dom. “Just calm him down. Explain a bit. I’ll clean up here and join you in a minute.” Billy grasped Dom’s biceps and kissed him gently, swiping his tongue over Dom’s lips. “Now scoot. Don’t make him wait too long.”
Dom left the t-shirt off until the last minute, tugging it over his head as he walked into his own room and found Elijah waiting cross-legged on the bed. He had no idea what to say.
“Hey.”
Elijah was acting like he might explode. He couldn’t settle on a question; he stuttered from word to word. Dom quietly collected his own thoughts while searching out the source of Elijah’s panic. He answered Elijah’s questions as simply as he could think of, but his circumspect attitude only served to make Elijah more concerned.
“No, Dom, I fucking heard you. You said ‘no’, I heard you tell him ‘no’. I heard you tell him to stop,” Elijah argued, shaking his head violently.
“You don’t understand what I was saying, Elijah.” Dom said calmly. “I wasn’t telling him to stop fucking me. I told him not to…” -make me wait. -gag me. -not follow through on his threats. “…well. Besides, if I want him to stop, I wouldn’t tell him ‘no’,” Dom explained quietly.
“You were tied to the fucking bed, Dom. There are marks on your back and on your ass, I fucking saw them. Don’t try to tell me he wasn’t hurting you.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to tell you. I don’t know how to make you understand. I wanted what Billy was doing to me.” Dom could see that his reasoning wasn’t getting through to Elijah, but he honestly didn’t know how to explain what he and Billy had together. He felt acutely guilty, then, about Elijah’s concern for him. Dom often felt like Elijah and Billy hadn’t connected because of him, and Elijah’s reaction to what he saw only further divided them.
“He asked for it,” Billy said, suddenly appearing in the doorway. He was partially dressed and carrying Dom’s cuff, which he’d left by Billy’s bed in his earlier panic.
Elijah’s hand closed around Dom’s right wrist and Dom felt him stroking the mark there. He wasn’t looking at Elijah, though, choosing instead to watch Billy and try to draw on Billy’s seemingly endless supply of calm self-control.
Billy gave him a smile that was more with his eyes than with his lips. He tossed Dom his cuff and Dom had to twist to catch it awkwardly in his left hand.
“You should go, Bill,” Dom said finally, nodding towards the living room. “We’ll meet you there in a few minutes.”
Billy glanced between Dom and Elijah as if to make sure everything was okay, nodded, and left. Dom heard him fill the kettle for tea in the kitchen, but suddenly realized what he was doing and wrenched his concentration back to Elijah.
He tried his best to answer Elijah’s questions, but he knew he was falling short. Elijah asked him if what he and Billy were doing was safe. Dom almost smiled; would have, if the situation was a little less grave. He wanted to explain about safewords and Billy’s instincts regarding Dom’s limits, but Dom figured Billy would probably be better suited for that particular conversation, if Elijah was truly interested.
“Take off your shirt.”
Dom’s brain stuttered to a halt. “What?”
“Take it off, I want to see.”
Dom hesitated. He wasn’t sure if Elijah really wanted to see the marks crisscrossing his back. He wasn’t sure if he really wanted to show Elijah the marks. Dom took a steadying breath, reasoning that Elijah probably didn’t even realize what he was asking. Besides, Dom thought, he did just see me completely naked.
Dom pulled off his shirt carefully and lowered himself down to the bed, lying on his stomach. Elijah’s finger gently traced the raised welts on Dom’s shoulder and Dom hissed at the sensation. Elijah instantly pulled his hand away.
“Does it hurt? Am I hurting you?”
“No. I mean. It hurts, yes, but you don’t have to stop.” Dom wrinkled his brow, realizing how twisted that statement probably sounded to Elijah.
After a moment, Elijah spoke again. “What did he do?”
Dom bristled slightly at Elijah’s tone, but shook it off. It would probably take some time for Elijah to be comfortable with this. “That one… that was a leather strap, I think,” he answered candidly.
“You think?” Elijah chuckled. “How can you not know?”
“He used a couple different things tonight,” Dom explained, deliberately not mentioning the wooden ruler. “It’s alright, really. I do enjoy it. And Billy was right; I do ask for it too.”
Dom felt Elijah’s hands travel down to his waistband and pull the elastic down. Dom barely restrained himself from crying out when Elijah’s fingers accidentally hit the still-bright red mark from the ruler.
“That one stings a bit,” he admitted through clenched teeth.
“I don’t understand you, Dommie.” Elijah stopped touching Dom then and pulled away. Dom breathed a slow sigh of relief.
Dom sat up carefully and held out his wrist and his cuff to Elijah. “Buckle this for me?”
Elijah did as Dom asked, but his fingers stilled over the rash on Dom’s wrist.
“I’m fine, Elijah. I swear.”
“On the precious?”
“On the precious, even.” Dom patted Elijah’s knee comfortingly. He assumed Elijah’s joke meant that he was finally relaxing. “You ready to talk to Billy now?”
When Elijah nodded, Dom grinned. He knew he would feel better about explaining everything once he had Billy with him. Dom stood up and pulled Elijah off the bed. Billy was waiting in the living room with two cups of tea and a bottle of water.
“I didn’t think you’d want coffee this late a night,” Billy said to Elijah, handing him a steaming mug.
Dom sat down next to Billy on the couch. Billy moved as if to curl his arm around Dom’s shoulders, but stopped. Dom snuggled in closer to him anyway. “I don’t get any?”
“You get water.” Billy motioned to the water bottle with his steaming mug. Dom made a mock-annoyed face as Billy sipped his tea. Billy made a face too. “You can have some of mine if you like. It’s too sweet for my taste.”
Billy held out his mug to Dom, but he waved it away, slouching down on the couch so that his shoulder was digging into Billy’s side. Billy grinned and nudged Dom playfully.
“Elijah?” Billy asked, returning to the topic of their little impromptu meeting. Dom had almost forgotten that Elijah was sitting in the armchair across from them.
“Hm?”
“What’s weird about this?” Billy asked. “Is it that Dom and I were fucking, is it how Dom and I were fucking, or is it that you saw us fucking?”
Dom smiled at Billy’s words, but wiped it from his face at Elijah’s reply. He had to remind himself not to freak Elijah out, if at all possible.
“I… I don’t know. All of it, I guess.”
“What do you want us to explain?” Dom asked, genuinely curious about how to approach the subject. He reached for the water bottle and set it in his lap for easy access. “We don’t want this to be weird for the three of us,” he continued truthfully.
“I guess… I guess I can’t make the connection between what I saw and what Dom told me. I can’t really understand that you’re not hurting him.”
Dom sighed. “He does hurt me, Elijah. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but the things he does to me, they fucking hurt. I don’t know how to explain why I think that it’s a good thing, though. I just like it.” He felt Billy’s hand move to his thigh comfortingly. Billy squeezed once and tried to continue where Dom had left off.
“Dom’s of the type that gets a rush out of doing risky things. Like Orlando, kind of, though Orli takes it to extremes.”
Elijah snorted.
“Shut it. This isn’t as extreme as jumping off a sodding cliff,” Dom muttered resentfully. He hadn’t had the courage at the time to take the dive with Orlando. He reached for Billy’s mug and took a sip. The tea was sickeningly sweet and hotter than hell itself. Dom recognized that Billy had sweetened it as a gesture to Elijah, who put sugar in everything he ate or drank.
“Anyway,” Billy continued, “there’s something euphoric about the rush of adrenaline and having your heart pounding and feeling every little thing that touches your skin. There’s a state that he gets in, most times, where the pain doesn’t even feel like pain. It just feels like another sensation, and most times Dom can’t even tell the difference between pain and pleasure when he gets in that state.”
Dom gazed up at Billy thoughtfully. Billy had hit the nail on the head with his explanation, but Dom wondered if he would attempt to put into words the emotional aspect of their relationship. When Billy didn’t continue, Dom sat up a bit and began to speak.
“And it’s not always about the feeling, either,” he said. “It’s about trust. I trust Billy. Enough to be completely vulnerable and know that he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want. I trust that he’ll put me back in one piece by the end.”
Dom felt Billy’s eyes on him as he spoke, but he blocked it out and focused on Elijah.
“Do you understand what we’re trying to say, Elijah?” Billy asked.
Elijah nodded and looked back and forth between them. He looked as though he couldn’t decide how to phrase his next question. “I guess I just… I’m just worried. But. I guess what it comes down to is, are you happy?”
Billy twisted around to look Dom in the eye. Dom tilted his head up and stared back at him. After a brief moment, he smiled broadly. “Yeah. I’m happy.”
Billy beamed. “We’re happy.”
Dom’s smile softened and he slid down until he was lying on his side on the sofa with his head in Billy’s lap. Billy’s hand came up to rest on Dom’s shoulder, his thumb making tiny, gentle circles on Dom’s bare, pale skin. Dom sighed and closed his eyes. Billy’s other hand laced through his hair. It was comfortable, even with Elijah there, directly across from them.
“I guess that’s all that matters, then,” Dom heard Elijah say quietly. Dom relaxed into Billy’s touch, confident that Elijah would soon accept the nature of their relationship.
fin.
Billy finally gets his say in The Talk (Take 3).
pairing: Billy/Dom + Elijah
rating: NC-17
warning: BDSM
summary: Dom's side of the story.
disclaimer: this is completely untrue.
note: This fic follows The Talk (so read that one first!!), but it actually begins before it, earlier in the evening. This fic actually has some porn. :D All of the dialogue in the last scene is the same as in The Talk, though I edited some of it out in this one.
"Dom, gimme your hand,” Billy said, out of the blue, as Dom counted out New Zealand dollars to pay for their dinner.
Dom raised an eyebrow and laid both of his hands palm-up on the table. Billy traced the blue veins in Dom’s left wrist with his index finger, then hooked the fingers of his other hand beneath the cuff on Dom’s right wrist. He tugged the leather gently. Dom grinned.
“You know I’ll fucking go down on you right here, Bill,” he murmured, paying no attention to the diners around them.
“No. We can… no. Wait ‘till we get home. Then I’ll fuck you into the bloody mattress.” Billy stood up abruptly. “Finish paying the bill. I’ll meet you at the car.”
***
The second Dom closed the door to their shared flat, Billy whirled around and pushed him up against it, one hand fisted in Dom’s hair, pulling his head back roughly, and the other fisted in his t-shirt, holding him firmly against the door. Dom cried out at the sudden impact.
“Oh, fucking… fuck me here, Billy, against the door. Now, Billy, please now,” Dom pleaded, flattening his hands on the door.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do. Go get on the bed, face-down. I wanna mark you tonight.”
Billy released Dom from his iron grip and Dom immediately scampered down the hall to prepare for Billy. He stripped off his clothes and threw them into a corner, then knelt on the bed, facing the headboard. He wondered what Billy meant when he said ‘mark’. Usually Billy only used his hands to mark him, though the cuffs also left friction burns around his wrists.
Billy entered the room a minute later, shirtless and carrying a wooden ruler that normally resided in one of the kitchen’s junk drawers.
“I said I wanted you on your stomach, Dominic.” He placed the ruler carefully on the edge of the bed, close enough to reach when he wanted it, but not too close as to get in the way beforehand. He put a hand on Dom’s shoulder and shoved him forward. Dom fell to his hands and knees and flattened on the bed, limbs outstretched. “Good boy,” Billy murmured absently.
Dom wrapped his fingers around the slats of the headboard, holding himself still as Billy fastened the restraints around his wrists. Billy buckled cuffs around his ankles too, but didn’t connect them to the footboard yet. He slapped Dom’s bare arse, leaving a stark red handprint on Dom’s pale skin.
“Your back or your arse? First, I mean. I’m gonna mark both tonight.”
Dom shivered. Billy didn’t usually offer him a choice like this. “My… my back. My back first.”
Dom could hear the grin in Billy’s voice. “You want your arse bright red and stinging when I fuck you, then?”
“Fuck yes. Yes, Billy, please.”
“Alright, no more talking. Y’don’t have to count this time. I’ll know when you’ve had enough.”
Billy went to the top drawer of his dresser to find some of their more frequently used items. He settled on a leather strap and coiled it around his hand. Dom stopped watching him then and turned his face into the pillow. He heard Billy shuck his jeans and step closer to the bed again.
Without warning, the first strike landed. A narrow strip of burning pain erupted across Dom’s shoulders. He cried out loudly and tried to muffle the noise with the pillow. The next few blows were softer than the first, but only marginally.
Billy steadily worked his way across Dom’s back, laying the marks evenly and symmetrically. Billy loved symmetricality as much as Dom loved asymmetricality, and it was a constant source of teasing between them.
Dom had a feeling that Billy was luring him into a false sense of security, because the strikes were lessening in both intensity and frequency. Either that or Billy was just being nice and letting Dom save his strength for later, when he’d really need it. The thought made Dom groan in anticipation.
“Up, Dom,” Billy ordered, smacking Dom’s arse with his hand. He positioned Dom so that his head and torso were still flat on the bed, but he was on his knees with his arse in the air.
“Now don’t move, Dommeh.” Dom nodded as best he could with his face pushed against the pillow. “This is gonna hurt,” Billy continued, “and you’re gonna want to move, but you’re not going to, understand?”
Dom nodded again and felt Billy’s hands kneading and caressing his arse and thighs. The ruler slapped down sharply across his buttocks. The pain took a second to register, but when it hit him, Dom screamed.
“Hm, nice,” Billy muttered, pressing his fingers into the bright red mark. “Very pretty, Dom.”
“Nngh,” Dom moaned, pulling at the restraints holding his wrists.
Billy gripped Dom’s hip to keep him steady. His hand drifted underneath Dom’s body to stroke and pull Dom’s cock, rock hard and leaking from the exquisite torture.
“Ah, you know the rules, Dom.” Billy chuckled. “You’re not to come before me.”
“Nnnngh, Bill. God. Close now. Fuck.”
“Does it hurt yet?” Billy whispered, suddenly very close to Dom’s ear.
“Fuck yes. Jesus fuck, Bill, hurts so much,” Dom whinged, his voice breaking.
Billy laughed. The fucker laughed. “I’m not done with you yet, Dommeh-lad.”
He backed away from Dom for a moment. Dom could hear him rearranging things-the lube, on the bedside table, and the strap, which had fallen to the floor-and finally, Billy was behind him again, on top of him.
“Stretch out,” Billy directed, guiding Dom’s legs toward the corners of the bed. He locked the cuffs around his ankles to the footboard, then lay down on top of Dom again, his cock pressing against the cleft of Dom’s arse.
“Gonna fuck you now, Dom,” Billy whispered, biting the nape of Dom’s neck lightly. He pushed two fingers into Dom’s arse and twisted them, stretching Dom quickly. Billy chuckled breathlessly at Dom’s reaction.
“Aahh, god, Bill,” Dom gasped into the pillow. “Fucking hurts.”
“No more talking unless it’s to beg. You don’t want me to gag you, do you?”
“No, please, no.”
“Then shut your mouth,” Billy growled.
Billy withdrew his fingers, but before Dom had a chance to recover his breath, he pushed his cock fully into Dom’s arse. Dom’s fingers tightened around the slats of the headboard and he opened his mouth wordlessly. After a couple of thrusts, Billy’s cock hit Dom’s prostate and he arched up and threw his head back.
“Fuck, Billy, so close…” Dom panted, perfectly willing to risk speaking again.
Billy’s fingers latched onto Dom’s hair and held his head back, his neck bent painfully. “Do you need me to get your fucking cock ring, Dommeh?” Billy murmured against the shell of Dom’s ear. He laughed menacingly and reached over to the bedside table.
“No,” Dom moaned weakly, not moving from the pillow.
Billy picked up the discarded ruler instead and snapped it sharply at the top of Dom’s arse. Dom screamed again, as he had for the first smack of the ruler. Billy pressed his fingers hard into the new mark and Dom let out a low, wavering groan.
“Convince me you don’t need it, then,” Billy ordered softly, jerking Dom’s hair back for a quick instant. “You’re allowed to speak now, since you obviously can’t shut up.”
“Nnah.” Billy moved away and reached towards the table again. “Billy, no, please no! Don’t do it, Billy, please! Don’t need it, Billy, I don’t, no, please! I’ll be good, I promise. Promise. I can wait.”
Billy thrust into Dom roughly then, bracing himself on Dom’s shoulder, pushing Dom into the mattress.
The door burst open suddenly and Billy immediately stopped moving.
“Bill?” Dom choked out, his eyes flying open in panic.
“Elijah,” Billy murmured quietly in reply.
“What the hell’s going on here? Billy?!” a new voice shouted. Dom flushed red in embarrassment; he was glad Elijah couldn’t see his face.
“Elijah, give us a minute,” Billy said sternly, pulling out of Dom and rolling off the bed.
“Dom?” Elijah asked hesitantly.
Dom didn’t move. His mind was screaming at him, BillyBillyBillyohfuckinghellBilly make him go away. He was frankly surprised that Elijah hadn’t gone when Billy told him to.
“Dominic?” Elijah’s voice was steely with concern and anger and, Dom realized, fear.
“’Lijah, go to my room,” Dom finally replied, paralyzed with humiliation.
“Elijah, wait in Dom’s room,” Billy repeated when Elijah failed to respond. He sounded almost desperate. Dom heard him exhale sharply and usher Elijah out, slamming the door behind him.
They waited in silence for a moment, listening to Elijah cross the hallway and go into Dom’s bedroom. Dom lifted his head and twisted in the restraints to face Billy.
“God, I’m sorry, Dom. I should’ve locked the door.”
“Billy.” Dom breathed. He didn’t know quite what to say. Billy rushed over to him and unbuckled the cuffs from around his limbs. Arms shaking, Dom pushed himself up to his hands and knees. Billy’s arms curled around Dom’s torso and held him steady.
“Alright, Dom?” Billy asked quietly.
“Fuck. Why did he come in here? He shouldn’t have-what ever happened to privacy, y’know?”
“Dom, shhh. Calm down. It’s okay. This isn’t anything we can’t handle, yeah?”
“He fucking… fucking saw us-” Dom laughed breathlessly, nervously. “Fucking. He saw us fucking. He saw me… I… How the hell am I supposed to explain this to him?”
Billy pulled Dom into a tight, full-body embrace, though he was careful to avoid touching the angry red marks on Dom’s back.
“He wasn’t supposed to see this, Bill. He’s not supposed to know about this. I can’t believe… I can’t believe he saw me like this. Saw us like this.” Dom could feel himself winding up into hysteria.
“Shhh, Dommeh, shhhhh.” Billy murmured soothingly, petting Dom’s hair. “It’s alright. It’s not so bad, really. It’s alright. Calm down, love.”
Dom breathed deeply for a moment. “I… I have to talk to him. Shite.”
“Might want to get some clothes on first,” Billy pointed out. He let Dom out of his grasp and bent down to pick up a pair of stretchy track pants. “Here.” Billy paused. “He won’t want to talk to me yet, y’know.”
Dom nodded. He stepped into the trousers and settled them carefully around his hips, trying to avoid contact with the painful welts on his skin.
Billy dug around in the closet for a shirt and tossed it to Dom. “Just calm him down. Explain a bit. I’ll clean up here and join you in a minute.” Billy grasped Dom’s biceps and kissed him gently, swiping his tongue over Dom’s lips. “Now scoot. Don’t make him wait too long.”
Dom left the t-shirt off until the last minute, tugging it over his head as he walked into his own room and found Elijah waiting cross-legged on the bed. He had no idea what to say.
“Hey.”
Elijah was acting like he might explode. He couldn’t settle on a question; he stuttered from word to word. Dom quietly collected his own thoughts while searching out the source of Elijah’s panic. He answered Elijah’s questions as simply as he could think of, but his circumspect attitude only served to make Elijah more concerned.
“No, Dom, I fucking heard you. You said ‘no’, I heard you tell him ‘no’. I heard you tell him to stop,” Elijah argued, shaking his head violently.
“You don’t understand what I was saying, Elijah.” Dom said calmly. “I wasn’t telling him to stop fucking me. I told him not to…” -make me wait. -gag me. -not follow through on his threats. “…well. Besides, if I want him to stop, I wouldn’t tell him ‘no’,” Dom explained quietly.
“You were tied to the fucking bed, Dom. There are marks on your back and on your ass, I fucking saw them. Don’t try to tell me he wasn’t hurting you.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to tell you. I don’t know how to make you understand. I wanted what Billy was doing to me.” Dom could see that his reasoning wasn’t getting through to Elijah, but he honestly didn’t know how to explain what he and Billy had together. He felt acutely guilty, then, about Elijah’s concern for him. Dom often felt like Elijah and Billy hadn’t connected because of him, and Elijah’s reaction to what he saw only further divided them.
“He asked for it,” Billy said, suddenly appearing in the doorway. He was partially dressed and carrying Dom’s cuff, which he’d left by Billy’s bed in his earlier panic.
Elijah’s hand closed around Dom’s right wrist and Dom felt him stroking the mark there. He wasn’t looking at Elijah, though, choosing instead to watch Billy and try to draw on Billy’s seemingly endless supply of calm self-control.
Billy gave him a smile that was more with his eyes than with his lips. He tossed Dom his cuff and Dom had to twist to catch it awkwardly in his left hand.
“You should go, Bill,” Dom said finally, nodding towards the living room. “We’ll meet you there in a few minutes.”
Billy glanced between Dom and Elijah as if to make sure everything was okay, nodded, and left. Dom heard him fill the kettle for tea in the kitchen, but suddenly realized what he was doing and wrenched his concentration back to Elijah.
He tried his best to answer Elijah’s questions, but he knew he was falling short. Elijah asked him if what he and Billy were doing was safe. Dom almost smiled; would have, if the situation was a little less grave. He wanted to explain about safewords and Billy’s instincts regarding Dom’s limits, but Dom figured Billy would probably be better suited for that particular conversation, if Elijah was truly interested.
“Take off your shirt.”
Dom’s brain stuttered to a halt. “What?”
“Take it off, I want to see.”
Dom hesitated. He wasn’t sure if Elijah really wanted to see the marks crisscrossing his back. He wasn’t sure if he really wanted to show Elijah the marks. Dom took a steadying breath, reasoning that Elijah probably didn’t even realize what he was asking. Besides, Dom thought, he did just see me completely naked.
Dom pulled off his shirt carefully and lowered himself down to the bed, lying on his stomach. Elijah’s finger gently traced the raised welts on Dom’s shoulder and Dom hissed at the sensation. Elijah instantly pulled his hand away.
“Does it hurt? Am I hurting you?”
“No. I mean. It hurts, yes, but you don’t have to stop.” Dom wrinkled his brow, realizing how twisted that statement probably sounded to Elijah.
After a moment, Elijah spoke again. “What did he do?”
Dom bristled slightly at Elijah’s tone, but shook it off. It would probably take some time for Elijah to be comfortable with this. “That one… that was a leather strap, I think,” he answered candidly.
“You think?” Elijah chuckled. “How can you not know?”
“He used a couple different things tonight,” Dom explained, deliberately not mentioning the wooden ruler. “It’s alright, really. I do enjoy it. And Billy was right; I do ask for it too.”
Dom felt Elijah’s hands travel down to his waistband and pull the elastic down. Dom barely restrained himself from crying out when Elijah’s fingers accidentally hit the still-bright red mark from the ruler.
“That one stings a bit,” he admitted through clenched teeth.
“I don’t understand you, Dommie.” Elijah stopped touching Dom then and pulled away. Dom breathed a slow sigh of relief.
Dom sat up carefully and held out his wrist and his cuff to Elijah. “Buckle this for me?”
Elijah did as Dom asked, but his fingers stilled over the rash on Dom’s wrist.
“I’m fine, Elijah. I swear.”
“On the precious?”
“On the precious, even.” Dom patted Elijah’s knee comfortingly. He assumed Elijah’s joke meant that he was finally relaxing. “You ready to talk to Billy now?”
When Elijah nodded, Dom grinned. He knew he would feel better about explaining everything once he had Billy with him. Dom stood up and pulled Elijah off the bed. Billy was waiting in the living room with two cups of tea and a bottle of water.
“I didn’t think you’d want coffee this late a night,” Billy said to Elijah, handing him a steaming mug.
Dom sat down next to Billy on the couch. Billy moved as if to curl his arm around Dom’s shoulders, but stopped. Dom snuggled in closer to him anyway. “I don’t get any?”
“You get water.” Billy motioned to the water bottle with his steaming mug. Dom made a mock-annoyed face as Billy sipped his tea. Billy made a face too. “You can have some of mine if you like. It’s too sweet for my taste.”
Billy held out his mug to Dom, but he waved it away, slouching down on the couch so that his shoulder was digging into Billy’s side. Billy grinned and nudged Dom playfully.
“Elijah?” Billy asked, returning to the topic of their little impromptu meeting. Dom had almost forgotten that Elijah was sitting in the armchair across from them.
“Hm?”
“What’s weird about this?” Billy asked. “Is it that Dom and I were fucking, is it how Dom and I were fucking, or is it that you saw us fucking?”
Dom smiled at Billy’s words, but wiped it from his face at Elijah’s reply. He had to remind himself not to freak Elijah out, if at all possible.
“I… I don’t know. All of it, I guess.”
“What do you want us to explain?” Dom asked, genuinely curious about how to approach the subject. He reached for the water bottle and set it in his lap for easy access. “We don’t want this to be weird for the three of us,” he continued truthfully.
“I guess… I guess I can’t make the connection between what I saw and what Dom told me. I can’t really understand that you’re not hurting him.”
Dom sighed. “He does hurt me, Elijah. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but the things he does to me, they fucking hurt. I don’t know how to explain why I think that it’s a good thing, though. I just like it.” He felt Billy’s hand move to his thigh comfortingly. Billy squeezed once and tried to continue where Dom had left off.
“Dom’s of the type that gets a rush out of doing risky things. Like Orlando, kind of, though Orli takes it to extremes.”
Elijah snorted.
“Shut it. This isn’t as extreme as jumping off a sodding cliff,” Dom muttered resentfully. He hadn’t had the courage at the time to take the dive with Orlando. He reached for Billy’s mug and took a sip. The tea was sickeningly sweet and hotter than hell itself. Dom recognized that Billy had sweetened it as a gesture to Elijah, who put sugar in everything he ate or drank.
“Anyway,” Billy continued, “there’s something euphoric about the rush of adrenaline and having your heart pounding and feeling every little thing that touches your skin. There’s a state that he gets in, most times, where the pain doesn’t even feel like pain. It just feels like another sensation, and most times Dom can’t even tell the difference between pain and pleasure when he gets in that state.”
Dom gazed up at Billy thoughtfully. Billy had hit the nail on the head with his explanation, but Dom wondered if he would attempt to put into words the emotional aspect of their relationship. When Billy didn’t continue, Dom sat up a bit and began to speak.
“And it’s not always about the feeling, either,” he said. “It’s about trust. I trust Billy. Enough to be completely vulnerable and know that he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want. I trust that he’ll put me back in one piece by the end.”
Dom felt Billy’s eyes on him as he spoke, but he blocked it out and focused on Elijah.
“Do you understand what we’re trying to say, Elijah?” Billy asked.
Elijah nodded and looked back and forth between them. He looked as though he couldn’t decide how to phrase his next question. “I guess I just… I’m just worried. But. I guess what it comes down to is, are you happy?”
Billy twisted around to look Dom in the eye. Dom tilted his head up and stared back at him. After a brief moment, he smiled broadly. “Yeah. I’m happy.”
Billy beamed. “We’re happy.”
Dom’s smile softened and he slid down until he was lying on his side on the sofa with his head in Billy’s lap. Billy’s hand came up to rest on Dom’s shoulder, his thumb making tiny, gentle circles on Dom’s bare, pale skin. Dom sighed and closed his eyes. Billy’s other hand laced through his hair. It was comfortable, even with Elijah there, directly across from them.
“I guess that’s all that matters, then,” Dom heard Elijah say quietly. Dom relaxed into Billy’s touch, confident that Elijah would soon accept the nature of their relationship.
fin.
Billy finally gets his say in The Talk (Take 3).