Fic: Striptease
title: Striptease
pairing: Billy/Dom
rating: NC-17
warning: slight D/s themes, AU
summary: Billy's a bit tense, so he goes out to a strip club.
a/n: This might possibly have a sequel, I'm not sure yet. I have an idea for one, but there's no telling how soon (or even if) it'll be written. As it is, there's a companion piece finished that I wrote for my Fiction class.
Billy’s shoulders tense when he walks through the door of the strip club. It’s a conditioned reaction; he’s had enough bad times in strip clubs that he gets a bad feeling whenever he goes in one, whether he’s been there before or not. But tonight’s not for glad-handing CEOs and making business deals under the influence, tonight’s for relaxation.
Billy’s not even sure why he chose to come here, considering his feelings about strip clubs-clubs in general, actually. He doesn’t like the loud music, the flashing lights; they give him intense headaches. But Billy was, honestly, lonely, and he grimaced at the walking cliché he was becoming. He went to the bar and ordered a drink, then took it to a chair by the stage.
One of the women descended upon him immediately. She had dark, curly hair and a white bikini that had some kind of sparkly thread woven into it. Or maybe it was just the lights, Billy wasn’t sure.
“Hey, honey, you look a bit down,” she said. Billy looked her up and down and cleared his throat. “Anything I can help with? I’m Candy.” Her smile was small, seductive, but her teeth shone bright white between her glossy lips.
Billy shook his head slightly, and in the process caught sight of a scantily clad young man across the room, bending low over an older man in a suit, the type Billy usually accompanied to these places. The boy had a tray of drinks balanced in one hand.
Candy was moving away and Billy called her back. “What’s his name?” he asked, nodding at the boy, who was continuing his rounds with the drinks.
Her smile was back, and she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “That’s Dom. Want me to fetch him for you?”
Billy bit his lip nervously. “No hurry.”
His eyes never left the boy-Dom. Dom wasn’t wearing much, only a pair of tight, silvery shorts and a black waistcoat with nothing underneath. Around his wrists and throat were bands of black, and from the distance, Billy assumed they matched the fabric of the vest, like a bow tie and cuffs. Everything seemed to shimmer slightly under the lights and Billy wondered if that was a requirement of the employees: wearing sparkly clothes intended to catch people’s eyes while they were looking away.
Candy snuck up behind Dom and grabbed his arse. Dom didn’t even fumble the tray, though by this time, it only held empty glasses. The girl whispered in his ear-shouted, probably, to be heard over the music, Billy mused-and Dom cast a glance over his shoulder. At Billy. Grinning, Dom made his way over, having handed the tray to Candy without a word.
“See something you like?” he greeted. Billy’s eyes raked Dom’s body. At close range, he could see that the collar and cuffs were leather, and that all three had gleaming silver D-rings. The cuffs each had a clip attached as well. “See something you want?”
“Maybe,” Billy hedged, slightly overwhelmed.
Dom put his hands on the arms of Billy’s chair and leaned in close. Billy could smell his cologne and his sweat.
“Think about it while I get you another drink,” Dom murmured with a roll of his hips. When he drew back, he was holding Billy’s mostly-empty glass. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Billy watched Dom walk away. The shimmery fabric of his shorts shifted over his arse as he walked, as he weaved around patrons and employees. When he reached the bar, Dom didn’t hand the glass over. Instead, he climbed up onto the bar and swung his legs around, then dropped to the other side, without once tilting the glass. Billy was impressed in spite of himself, especially when he saw that Dom was wearing high-heeled boots. They weren’t as dramatically tall as the ones most of the women in the place wore, but still. Dom then did something else that surprised him: he drained the last few drops of liquid from Billy’s glass, tasting the drink, and then poured him another.
Billy didn’t quite know what he’d expected, really. Dom hadn’t known what he was drinking, so how else could he have gotten Billy another?
Dom returned quickly, full of smiles aimed at Billy and no one else. He handed Billy his drink and sat on the edge of the table beside him, legs apart and hands on his thighs.
“You look a bit uncomfortable, mate,” he drawled, never losing the grin.
“I am, to be honest,” Billy sighed. “I don’t like the noise, or the lights.”
“Poor baby.”
“Is there a booth in the back you could lead me to, by any chance?”
Dom’s smile turned slightly wicked. His teeth gleamed like Candy’s did. “Yeah, I could do that. C’mon.”
Dom tugged him up by the hand and led him away, skirting the outermost tables and avoiding the main pathways. Billy’s hand was sweating a bit, but Dom’s was just warm. Billy had expected it to be hot, considering the tiny beads of sweat that dotted Dom’s brow and clung to his hair, but it wasn’t, and again, Billy was surprised. Dom led him through a curtain to a row of doors, and then into the second one on the right. Billy raised an eyebrow, but Dom couldn’t see his face.
“Is this better, love?” Dom asked sympathetically, pushing Billy onto a bench. It was one of the private rooms, and there was a continuous bench lining the wall with a circular table in the center. Out of the middle of the table, a stripper pole rose to the ceiling. Dom hopped onto the table and sat across from Billy. “There, see? You’re more relaxed already.”
“Why’d you bring me here?”
“You wanted to.” Dom somehow managed to get his feet beneath him and half-rose into a crouch. “Y’know, usually you have to pay extra for rooms like these.” In an obviously practiced move, Dom reached behind himself for the pole and slid up to a standing position, the muscles in his thighs and calves flexing seductively.
“Usually? You mean you’re not going to charge for this?” Billy asked suspiciously. He stretched one arm across the back of the bench and sipped his drink.
“This room’s broken,” Dom explained with a quick grin.
“How can a room be broken?”
“The table’s not quite sturdy.” Dom carefully widened his stance and leaned to one side, gripping the pole with both hands. The table tilted.
“Well, don’t hurt yourself.”
“Nah, I’m good at this,” Dom replied. He twisted himself around the pole and sank down to a seated position again. “So what’s your name, mate?”
“Billy.”
“I’m Dom. But you knew that already, didn’t you?”
“Is that your real name?”
Dom turned over onto his back, both legs stretching straight up against the pole, and looked at Billy upside-down, showing off the collar around his neck. “What makes you think it’s not?”
He couldn’t help himself. Billy reached out to touch the leather. “These.”
“It is my name, actually,” Dom replied softly, with a smile to match. “You into that, Billy? You want to see me all tied up?”
Billy shook his head, but not because the image didn’t turn him on. “Doesn’t suit you,” Billy said. “You’re all smiles and jokes, I can tell. I know your type.”
“Do you, now?” Dom rolled over again and pushed himself up on his hands and knees. The table wobbled a bit, but Dom steadied himself with a hip against the pole. “I know yours as well, Billy.”
“What’s my type?”
“Well, you’ve obviously been to places like this before. You know the rules. But you don’t like the lights and the music, so you’re obviously accustomed to places like this, like this room. But you haven’t been here before. I’d have noticed.”
Billy sipped his drink again and reclined sideways on the bench. He twisted his torso slightly so that he could still face Dom. The music was muted in here, but still too loud for Billy, and with his head against the seat, he could feel the vibrations against his skull.
“What’s my type, Billy?”
“Do you dance?”
As an answer, Dom stood up and moved to the music. Not what Billy would call dancing, not yet, but Dom obviously could dance, and probably would do, eventually.
“Why?”
“Why do I dance? Or why do I dance here?”
“Both.”
“I dance because I can feel the music in my body, y’know? I dance here because I like it and I get paid quite a lot. I dance other places, too.”
“Take off the waistcoat.”
Dom smirked. “Do I fit into your fantasies, Billy, or is this a new experience for you?”
“Both,” Billy said again. He couldn’t take another sip of his drink while lying down, so he pushed himself up to his elbows.
Dom’s fingers flicked at the three buttons on his waistcoat, and a few seconds later, it was hanging open on his shoulders, his chest completely exposed. As he slid his arms out of the garment, Dom began to dance in earnest, complete with hip-swiveling and swaying arms. Dom raised his hands above his head and the vest fell to the table. He kicked it off without breaking rhythm and spun himself around using the silver pole. It matched his shorts.
Billy sighed and resisted palming himself through his trousers. “Are you gay, Dom?”
“Mostly,” Dom replied off-handedly. “Yourself?”
“Less than mostly, I’d say, but partly.” Billy wasn’t ashamed of it, but he was surprised by how easily it slipped from his mouth. “You’re full of surprises,” he said.
“Am I, now?”
“What’s your name?”
“You already know it: Dom.”
“You need more than one syllable.”
“Dom-i-nic,” Dom said, enunciating clearly. Billy tried it out, stressing the hard ‘c’ on the end. “You sound like my dad when he’s angry with me,” Dom said with a quiet laugh. “Except Scottish.”
“Where’d you learn to dance, Dominic?”
“Around.”
“How vague.”
“Need I remind you that you’re actually not my dad?” Dom smirked again and winked at Billy.
“You’re not going to start having incestuous fantasies, are you?” Billy joked.
“Nah. My dad’s not Scottish.” Dom cocked his head to the side with his cheek resting against the back of one hand, looking strangely innocent for a man wearing only a pair of shiny shorts and some leather.
Billy blushed without really knowing why. Dom was paid to complement and flatter him. Dom smiled and continued to dance, slower this time. His fingertips trailed down the tendon in his neck and drifted over a nipple, and Dom’s mouth opened as his eyes closed. Billy wanted to trace the path himself.
“Why do you dance, Dominic?”
“I like it.”
“Why do you like it?” Their voices were getting softer, but Billy could still hear Dom’s replies clearly over the thudding music.
“Same reason you do…” Dom said. Gripping the pole, he bent backwards to look at Billy upside-down again. “It turns me on,” he whispered conspiratorially. Dom licked his lips and slowly unfolded himself, standing upright again.
Billy took a breath, but his voice was still slightly strangled when he spoke. “You like it when people watch you, don’t you?”
“You like to watch, don’t you?”
Billy swallowed. “Not often.”
“I feel special, now,” Dom replied with a grin. He hooked both thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and inched them lower on his hips, revealing a bit of dark pubic hair. “I’ll take them off for you,” he said.
“Yeah,” Billy breathed, transfixed.
The shorts slid lower still, guided by Dom’s fingers, and then down over his arse and then, finally, revealing his half-hard cock, surprising Billy again. This surprise was more of a realization, though, and Billy’s only reaction was his lips parting. Dom pushed the metallic fabric down his legs and prepared to step out of them, but in a moment of awkwardness, they caught on his boots and he fumbled with them for a few seconds.
After continuing to dance nude until the song ended and changed, Dom sat down on the table and put his feet on the seat, one foot on either side of Billy’s legs. “Have you ever had a lap dance before, Billy?” Dom murmured. Billy shook his head. The scent of Dom’s sweat and cologne and breath-like sugar, like candy, more so than Candy’s painted lips had smelled-was intoxicating. “You want me to?”
Dom seemed to take his silence as a yes, and after a bit of maneuvering, he was on his knees and straddling Billy’s legs.
“So much easier on a bench, y’know?”
Billy swallowed again. “Do you do this often?”
“Not often.”
“I feel special, now,” Billy said, echoing Dom’s earlier sentiment. “Do you like to?”
“It’s closer to shagging than dancing, innit?”
There was no way Dom couldn’t feel Billy’s arousal by this point, but rather than being embarrassed, Billy just shivered and enjoyed the feel of Dom’s magnificent arse in his lap. Dom lowered his head to Billy’s shoulder and softly kissed the side of his neck. Billy felt his shirt collar crinkle, stiff as it was, and wanted suddenly to be rid of the shirt completely, to feel Dom’s skin against his own.
“I wish I could touch you,” Billy confessed quietly. Dom kissed him again, and this time Billy felt Dom’s tongue flick out between his lips, moistening a spot beneath Billy’s ear. Dom’s arm curled around Billy and his hand slid beneath the collar to touch Billy’s opposite shoulder.
“You can,” he whispered.
“But-”
“I want you to.”
Billy pushed Dom an arm’s length away. “What about the rules?”
Dom’s eyes glimmered, like his clothes did back in the room with flashing lights. “This room’s broken, remember?” He arched his back and pushed his hips forward. “I want you to touch me, Billy.”
Billy’s mouth opened in an automatic response to Dom pressing against him, but he didn’t say anything. Dom’s fingers poked and tugged at the buttons on Billy’s shirt, popping open the top two.
“Dom…”
“You wanted to touch me.”
“Yes, but-”
“So do it, Billy, please do it.”
“Dominic-” Billy groaned. His hands were holding Dom’s bare hips, when did that happen? Dom leaned down to kiss and gently suck on the space he’d exposed on Billy’s chest. Dom’s cock was fully hard now, Billy could feel it against his stomach. “I thought-”
“Don’t think.”
Billy’s grip on Dom tightened and he quickly push-lifted Dom away from him, back onto the table. Dom’s hands were still clasping the sides of his shirt, and he didn’t let go.
“Wait, Dom. Why are you doing this?”
Dom’s expression turned stony. “Am I not allowed to have desires too? This place lives on people’s desires.”
“You are people’s desires.”
“So what’s the problem?” Dom tugged at Billy’s shirt ineffectually. The question, when paired with this movement, gave Billy the impression of a spoiled child, and he almost said as much to Dom.
“You’re making me crazy,” he said instead. “I can’t control myself with you.”
Dom sighed heavily. “You’re controlling too much, Billy. Let it happen. We both want it, we’re both adults here.”
Billy shook his head. “This would only get us into trouble, Dominic.”
“Who would tell? Who would know besides us?”
“You could tell.”
Dom stared at him. “You think I would do that, Billy? Why would I tell anyone? I’d be in as much trouble as you.”
“You wouldn’t, though, Dom. This is… This is too dangerous. I should just leave.”
Billy stood up, upsetting Dom’s balance on the table, which tipped. Dom slid off, landing unsteadily on the floor. Billy was already at the door by the time Dom regained his footing.
“Billy, wait!” Dom cried. He sidestepped the table and caught Billy’s sleeve, pulling him back. “Please-”
Billy took a breath to reply but he never got the chance. Dom had pressed him forcefully against the door and kissed him, and once Billy realized this, he quite simply gave up resisting, because Dom’s mouth, Dom’s tongue, Dom’s desperate kiss was just as Billy had imagined it would be. Billy raised his hands to Dom’s shoulders, then slid them down to his hips. It should’ve been odd, Dom being naked whilst Billy was still fully clothed, but Dom didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he was pushing his hips against Billy’s, pushing him against the door.
Billy pushed back. He pushed Dom to the table and lifted him onto it again. Dom tugged Billy between his legs and Billy felt Dom’s ankles around his back, holding him close. They didn’t break the kiss, which had become sloppy and wet during their burst of motion. Dom’s hands finished their work on Billy’s shirt, unbuttoning it completely and pushing it off Billy’s shoulders. Billy didn’t want to let go of Dom, though, not even for the few seconds it would take to rid himself of the shirt. He let it hang on his arms until it became just too restrictive, and by then Dom was already occupied with his belt and trousers anyway.
“Lean back,” Billy murmured when he got the chance. Dom nodded and followed Billy’s instruction, leaning back against the pole and gripping it with one hand for balance. “Good,” Billy breathed.
“Billy, I want-”
“I know.” He reached out and trailed his fingers over Dom’s chest, tracing the path he’d been transfixed by earlier.
“Please, Billy-”
Dom’s hands moved; he let go of the pole and reached for Billy’s shoulders, wobbling slightly at the change in his balance. Billy caught him by the wrists, his fingers slipping beneath the cuffs, and held him steady.
“Should I use these, d’you think?” he asked, a vague notion in his mind of actually restraining Dom with the leather he was so comfortable wearing.
Dom’s head fell back. “Oh, god, anything.”
“Maybe then you won’t move around so much, be able to keep your balance.”
“Yes, yes, do that.”
Billy’s hands twisted until he grasped the little clips attached to the cuffs. “Hands around the pole, Dommeh.”
Dom obeyed immediately, arching his back in the process to brush against Billy. The cuffs linked easily to each other around the pole, and Dom tested their hold compulsively, finding that no, he really couldn’t reach out for Billy any longer. Billy kissed his forehead, then his nose, then his lips before backing away to deal with his trousers.
Dom had already unbuckled Billy’s belt, but he hadn’t gotten much farther than that. Billy unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and pushed them down, with his silk pants, to around his ankles.
“Shit, Dom, I don’t have-”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I don’t mind, it’s fine.”
“I don’t have any lube, Dom-”
“Fine, it’s fine, trust me-”
Billy took in Dom’s wanton body language, his hips pushing towards Billy and his fingers compulsively gripping the pole. Billy chuckled. “You’re desperate, aren’t you, Dom?”
“No, not-I want you-now.”
Billy leaned forward and kissed Dom’s neck, just below his ear. “Will you be good, Dominic?”
“I will, yes, Billy, please, I will…”
“Then you shall have me,” Billy whispered. He pressed his hips forward against Dom’s, pushing him back down against the table. “But only if you’re good,” Billy continued.
Dom gasped and groaned and suddenly fell quiet and still. “I can be good,” he said with a smirk.
“I should hope so, because I really do want to fuck you.” Billy pushed two fingers against Dom’s lips, smiling when Dom’s tongue darted out to wet them.
“Keep talking, Billy, c’mon…” Dom murmured before sucking Billy’s fingers into his mouth.
After a moment, Billy chuckled again and slid his hand down to Dom’s arse. His other hand, he kept up by Dom’s face. “Does tha’ turn ye on, Dommeh?” Billy said, thickening his accent deliberately.
“God, your fucking voice, Billy, please…”
Dom’s eyes fell closed and his mouth fell open wordlessly when Billy’s finger gently slid into his arse. A second finger quickly followed the first, and Billy started to sweat more profusely as he watched the erotic play of expressions on Dom’s face.
“Jesus, Dom-”
“Oh just fuck me already,” Dom groaned. Billy pushed his fingers forward a bit roughly. “I’ve been good,” Dom added with a smile.
Billy nodded and withdrew his hand to quickly stroke his own erection. His left hand drifted down to Dom stomach, and then finally to his hard cock. After a few seconds, Billy deemed them both ready and he positioned himself at Dom’s entrance, pausing for a moment to catch Dom’s eye.
“Do you trust me, Dom?”
“Yeah, yeah, I do,” Dom replied softly. He crossed his ankles around Billy’s back. “C’mon, Bill.” He smiled.
Billy ducked his head to kiss Dom fiercely and then, without further warning, pushed into Dom’s arse.
“Fuck,” Dom groaned, breaking off the kiss too early for Billy. “Fuck, fuck, god, Billy-”
“God, Dommeh, so tight, you are, beautiful, oh fuck, Dom, Dommeh,” Billy rambled. He caught Dom’s lips in another kiss, which Dom returned with equal passion.
The clips on Dom’s cuffs clinked as they rubbed against the metal pole in time to Dom’s fidgeting hands. He clenched his fingers in the air ineffectually.
“Billy,” he murmured into Billy’s mouth. “Billy…”
“Yeah, Dom, yeah,” Billy replied. “Wanted you. So shiny, Dom, so beautiful-”
“Fuck yes. God, Billy-”
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you,” Billy began quietly, keeping his voice relatively level and smooth. “You’ve been dying for someone to fuck you. To tie you up. You’re so fucking desperate, Dommeh, like you’ve been wanting this for ages. Have you, Dom?”
“Fuck, Billy, fucking hell-”
“Tell me, Dommeh-”
“Billy-” Dom squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head back against the pole, which must’ve been in an awkward position for his hands, but Billy didn’t really care too much. “Yes, yes, I wanted you, I wanted-”
“-someone to open you up and make you beg-”
“Fuck yes, please, god, Billy-”
“Dom,” Billy panted. “Dommeh. So perfect, Dom.”
“Yes, yes, Billy, please-want to come, Billy, please-”
Dom tugged his wrists, but couldn’t move, so he opened his eyes and stared at Billy, long and unblinking, and slightly dazed. Perhaps slightly drunk, or high, but no, Billy would’ve noticed that before.
“God, Billy, bliss…” Dom murmured, as if he could read Billy’s thoughts. “Touch me, Billy…”
Billy could hardly refuse a request like that. His hand closed around Dom’s cock and began stroking him in time to Billy’s thrusts. Dom’s eyes closed again and his head lolled to the side. Billy wanted desperately to bite the prominent tendon in Dom’s neck, but he resisted, contented himself with kissing and sucking and tasting Dom’s skin.
Billy was coming almost before he even realized it, thrusting deep into Dom’s body and holding back a groan of satisfaction in his throat. “Fuck, Dom, yes,” he said raggedly. He continued to lick and kiss Dom’s neck and a few seconds later, Dom let out a needy cry and came over Billy’s hand. After a moment, they both stilled. Dom unclasped the cuffs and reached around Billy to hold him close.
“Billy?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t ever mention it.”
Dom chuckled breathlessly. “We should clean up,” he said, once silence had fallen again.
Billy nodded and slowly put some distance between Dom and himself. “Right,” he said. “I’m sorry-”
“What are you sorry for, Billy? Think carefully.” Dom’s eyes had turned steely.
Billy paused. “You won’t tell anyone?”
“Billy-”
“Right, of course you won’t.”
Billy dressed quickly and sank down onto the bench. Dom didn’t really move from his position on the table.
“Billy,” he murmured. “I didn’t just want someone to fuck me.”
“You’re not going to tell me you’ve been waiting your whole life for me, are you?” Billy predicted.
“No, but-” Dom hesitated and took a breath. “I wanted you. I liked you. And you wanted me, so… there’s no harm, right? We’re both adults. It’s fine.”
“Sure, Dom.”
Billy stood up and Dom made no move to stop him. Indeed, Dom looked sort of diminished and deflated now that it was all over. Instead of going out the door, Billy bent down to pick up Dom’s discarded clothes (what few he had) and hand them to him.
“Thanks,” Dom said automatically. He slid the shorts up to his thighs and did an awkward sort of hip-lift to finish the job.
Billy continued across the small room and put his hand on the doorknob. He didn’t turn it quite yet.
“Can I see you again?” Dom asked.
“We shouldn’t,” Billy replied shortly. “Sorry.” He could almost hear Dom nodding behind him. He half-turned and kept his eyes on the floor. “I should go. Did you want me to pay you for the lapdance?”
“Bill-”
“Sorry,” Billy repeated.
“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime,” Dom said hopefully.
“Yeah. Maybe.” Unlikely. “G’bye, Dom.”
“Bye, Billy,” Dom whispered.
And with that, Billy turned the knob and walked out the door, regretting every step he took from then on forward.
companion piece: Wednesday Night