With A Little Help From My Friends
Title: With A Little Help From My Friends - 19
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Celebrating Billy’s birthday takes a surprising turn.
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Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: A small warning of angst for this chapter.
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Chapter 19
Leaning against the door frame with crossed arms and watching Dom in front of the mirror in the loo, Billy smiles to himself, and when Dom’s eyes meet his in the reflective surface, the smile grows bigger, his gaze smoldering with heat.
“What?” Dom asks, arching a brow as he moves his hand away from his left eye.
“I was hoping you were going to wear that tonight,” Billy explains, focusing his gaze on the eyeliner pencil clutched in Dom’s long fingers. “And I love watching you put it on.”
“You said you wanted to go out,” Dom replies, his cheeks growing pink. “I thought your birthday should be extra special, and that meant eyeliner.”
“Does this mean I’m forgiven for letting you nap longer than you wanted?” Billy teases lightly as he moves further into the room. Curling his body into Dom’s and sliding his arms around the younger man’s waist, he presses a soft kiss to the nape of Dom’s slender neck. “I’d hate for you to be cross with me.”
Recalling how he’d been coaxed from his dreams by a warm hand petting his flat belly and feathery kisses brushed across his parted lips, Dom tilts his head to one side, giving Billy greater access.
“You know you were forgiven,” Dom fires back breathlessly. “You- Oh fuck that feels good,” he gasps when Billy’s fingers deftly slide under the waistband of his blue jeans, teasing at his treasure trail.
“Maggie’s waiting for us,” Billy murmurs, almost regretfully. “We should go.”
“Then you need to stop doing that,” Dom replies, swaying unsteadily and leaning heavily into Billy’s embrace. “Before I can’t stand up.”
“To be continued later?”
Dom grins. “Absolutely.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Even though it’s Saturday night, the pub isn’t too crowded, and Billy is rather pleased when they are able to grab a booth at the back, taking a seat across from Maggie, and Dom at his side. Dinner and a round of drinks is ordered, and time passes quickly as they chat about everything from Scotland to football to Dom’s classes at uni, the conversation relaxed and comfortable.
When going to the pub was first suggested as a place to have dinner, Billy had been concerned, and quickly offered an alternative. It was Dom who realized that Billy was harboring concerns because the pub was a place that Dom used to pick up customers. After Dom repeatedly insisted it would be fine, Billy reluctantly agreed, knowing how important it is for Dom to have a normal life, and visit to the places he likes. Dom also reminds himself that it’s a special location, as it’s where they first met, nearly a year ago.
The conversation quiets when the food arrives, and it’s shortly after their very busy waitress clears their empty plates that Dom offers to go get them another round of drinks. Part of Billy wants to keep Dom very close, but after Dom teases him, reminds him that he’s fine, Billy relents, unable to resist smiling when Dom presses a playful kiss to his cheek. As Dom walks over to the bar, Billy watches, amazed at the difference in the younger man, recalling how he looked the night they met, and how much they both have changed since then.
Ironically, Dom is dressed similar to how he was that night, in low slung blue jeans and a black Beatles t-shirt, but that’s where the similarities end. Now his skin has a healthy glow, his hair trimmed into a playful, fun style, and his clothing accentuates his slender, fit body. Although Dom fails to notice, more than a few appreciative glances are directed his way, male and female, and they make Billy smile, knowing that he’s the lucky bloke who Dom will be going home with tonight. When Billy finally directs his attention back to Maggie, he finds her watching him, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“What?” he asks.
“He really brings out the best in you,” Maggie says simply. “You’re happier than I can ever remember, and it’s a wonderful thing to see.”
Finally making his way through the people to the bar and catching the bartender’s attention, Dom leans in to place his order.
“Hey Mike, can I get-”
Dom stops when he notices the older man looking at him intently and at Dom’s questioning gaze, the other man leans closer.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in here,” Mike says carefully in explanation. “I asked around a little, heard that you got out and were with that bloke who runs the book shop a few blocks over.”
“I did, and I am,” Dom confirms, nodding his head.
“Good,” Mike adds. “You were always too good for that life.”
Surprised at the bartender’s words, Dom’s eyes widen.
“Uh, thanks,” he manages to say. ”Thanks a lot.”
“So what can I get for you?”
“Beer for me, a white wine, and a whiskey,” Dom replies. “We need to do a birthday toast for Billy.”
Nodding, Mike quickly pours the drinks and places them on the counter in front of Dom. The bill held loosely in Dom’s fingers to pay for the alcohol is raised, but Mike just shakes his head, causing Dom to frown in confusion.
“On the house,” Mike explains with a grin. “Congratulations. I much prefer seeing you in here this way. Don’t be a stranger, yeah?”
“Will do,” Dom replies. “Thanks.”
Carefully gathering the three glasses in his hands, Dom makes the trip back to the table with no mishaps, receiving a quick kiss when he slides in beside Billy once again. Maggie offers a toast in celebration of Billy’s birthday and to the happy couple, and their glasses are nearly empty when Billy shifts his arm from where it rests wrapped around Dom’s slender shoulders, directing his attention to the dance floor a short distance away.
“Mags, would you excuse us?” he requests. “I just realized that I’ve been a bad boyfriend, and there’s something Dom and I need to do in order to rectify that.”
“Of course,” Maggie says easily.
“Bills? What’s going on?” Dom asks in surprise, unsure of what Billy is talking about.
Urging Dom out of the booth and rising as well, Billy slides an arm around the younger man’s waist.
“C’mon, love,” Billy says gently. “Have a dance with me.”
Billy tries to lead him over to the dance floor, but pauses when Dom resists.
“Dommie?”
“I can’t,” Dom says softly, averting his eyes in an effort to hide the rush of emotions reflected in his eyes. “He never wanted to, so-”
Billy tightens his arm ever so slightly around Dom’s waist while tipping up his chin with the other.
“Do you trust me?” he asks softly. “I promise you won’t be embarrassed. I really think you’ll enjoy it.”
“But I don’t know how,” Dom adds, the volume of his voice even lower than before.
“It’s all right, love. I’ll show you,” Billy replies soothingly. “C’mon.”
Guiding the younger man out onto the dance floor, Billy turns so they’re face to face, and stands so close their stomachs are nearly touching.
“Now what?” Dom asks, feeling self-conscious as the volume in the room decreases while one song comes to an end and another begins.
“Hug me,” Billy instructs, taking Dom’s hands in his and guiding them around his body as he moves even closer. “That’s all dancing is, Dommie. Just listen to the music and let me hold you. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Before Dom has time to even take a breath, Billy’s strong arms are wrapped around his lithe form, and his freshly shaved cheek is pressed against Billy’s. For several moments they sway back and forth, listening, getting used to the slow rhythm and electric guitar, then Dom snuggles closer, burying his face in Billy’s neck to hide his blush. He feels Billy’s warm breath against his ear, and realizes that Billy’s singing along with the song pouring from the speakers above them.
If I told you I was drunk
Drunk on your smile
Wasted on your eyes
And most of your wine
Billy can feel Dom’s smile against his neck and the flutter of pleasure in his body, and he gently tightens one of his arms around Dom, pleased when Dom’s hands begin to relax against his lower back. Small fingers slide through the fine blonde hair at the nape of Dom’s neck, the older man stroking the silky strands repeatedly as they move to the music.
Would you be kind
To someone so shy
And take advantage
Of me tonight
This time Dom shakes as he almost giggles at the teasing words being sung quietly into his ear, and the knowledge that it would be unmistakable to anyone in the bar as to their relationship, fills him with warmth.
‘cause I, I swear, I wouldn’t mind
No I, I swear, I wouldn’t mind
Lifting his head ever so slightly, Dom presses a soft kiss to Billy’s throat, the tip of his tongue darting out for a quick taste, causing Billy’s pulse to jump. The reaction helps to make Dom feel braver, and he splays his fingers across Billy’s back and begins stroking the firm muscles through Billy’s shirt as he tucks his face into the curve of his lover’s neck once again.
While the song plays and couples move around them, Billy continues crooning softly in Dom’s ear, one small hand moving lower to slide up and down the length of Dom’s spine, the other resting at the small of his back, fingers curling to rest on the roundness of Dom’s denim covered arse. It’s not possessive in a way that makes Dom feel uncomfortable or on display, like in his previous relationship, and the element of protection in the way Billy is holding him certainly isn’t inviting anyone to interrupt them. The position is tender and romantic, and Dom’s never felt so safe.
‘cause I, I swear, I wouldn’t mind
No I, I swear, I wouldn’t mind
Unbeknownst to the couple, Maggie is watching them dance, recalling the things that Billy told her this morning about Dom’s painful past, his need to have her approval, what she’s observed of them together and apart, and here tonight. They’re wrapped up in each other, completely oblivious to the people around them, and Maggie suspects that they’ve even forgotten she is there. There is a comfortable intimacy surrounding them, one that seems to be untouchable, and that Maggie almost envies. At the same time, she’s amazed at the difference in her brother, and knows that the change is a direct result of his involvement with the younger man he’s fallen head over heels in love with.
All too soon, the song comes to an end, and Billy reluctantly loosens his hold on Dom to allow him to step back.
“Well?” he asks, brushing strands of dark blonde hair out of Dom’s line of vision before tipping up his chin until their eyes meet. “Did you like that?”
“Yeah, I did,” Dom replies, eyes dark and smoldering. “A lot.”
“Another first.”
“Thank you.”
“It was a pleasure, love,” Billy adds gently. “A real pleasure.”
Not caring where they are and who is watching, the lovers lean in to share a soft, prolonged kiss.
“Do you want to dance some more?” Billy asks when they finally part.
“Actually, I need to visit the loo,” Dom explains, blushing faintly. “I was nervous, and with the beer-”
“I understand,” Billy interjects. “Thank you for the dance.”
Smiling, Dom leans in to kiss Billy’s cheek. “I’ll meet you back at the table.”
“Don’t be long.”
Their fingers remain entwined for as long as possible while they make their way to the edge of the dance floor, and they exchange one last look before separating. Dom disappears into the Men’s loo as Billy slides into the booth across from Maggie, a contented smile gracing his bow-shaped lips.
“You two looked very cozy,” she comments.
“Sorry,” Billy replies. “I just realized that it’s something we’ve never done before, and-”
“Don’t apologize,” Maggie interrupts. “I enjoyed watching you together. One would have to be blind not to see how close you are, how much you care about each other. I think it’s romantic.”
Billy blushes and ducks his head, slightly embarrassed, but incredibly happy as well.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Rinsing the soap from his hands with warm water in the basin, Dom checks his appearance in the mirror, somewhat surprised by the rosy flush in his cheeks and the sparkle in his expressive eyes. Billy was right. He did enjoy the dancing. Very much so. It’s Billy’s birthday, but Dom is feeling like it’s his birthday, too, with how wonderful everything has worked out with Maggie’s visit.
Dom is drying his hands with some paper towel when he hears the door open behind him, and he finds himself wondering if Billy has decided to join him. So much has happened, but this tiny pub loo is where it all began, just shy of a year ago.
“Why don’t you let me take care of that for you?”
Dom can still remember the look of surprise on Billy’s face when he pressed his long fingers over the impressive bulge in his trousers. The sensation of Billy’s small fingers cupping the naked curve of his arse is still fresh in Dom’s mind, as well as the fast, intense hand job that he gave Billy, to welcome him to the neighborhood. That night, Billy’s skin had the faint aroma of his after shave, whiskey, and a wee bit of sweat, and Dom recalls drawing the scent deep into his lungs when his face was buried in Billy’s pale neck.
”I know you want me to.”
Then there’s the way Billy clung to him, touched him, and wanted to return the intimate favor that had been bestowed upon him. Part of Dom had wanted to, but didn’t, because he was having trouble maintaining his control. It was the first time Dom had been with someone who offered to reciprocate, and even then, Billy had quite an effect on him. It was the beginning of Billy getting past the wall Dom had put up to protect himself. Now they’re a couple, very much in love, and there’s no reason why they can’t share in some clandestine, mutual pleasure.
Wetting his lips in anticipation, Dom takes a breath before ensuring he’s smiling seductively, tosses the paper towel in the rubbish bin and turns around as he begins to speak.
“I was hoping you’d-”
Dom’s words die on his lips and his smile falters when his eyes don’t find the warm, green-eyed gaze of his lover. Part of him knew this had to happen sooner or later and dreaded it, but he’d foolishly hoped that this was the one thing he wouldn’t have to face. Especially tonight.
“I almost didn’t recognize you,” the man says coolly, his hard, dark eyes raking lasciviously over Dom’s lithe body. “But then I saw those lips. I doubt anyone who’s fucked that mouth could ever forget it.”
Revulsion rips through Dom, and bile rises in his throat at the ugly memories of the sexual degradation that he endured at the hands of the man before him. More often than not, their encounters would leave Dom bruised and sore, and the man seemed to have a knack for showing up when Dom needed money the most, when rent was due, and he couldn’t say no. When he’d been drinking it was worse, because he was careless with his strength, and on several occasions, Dom was rewarded with an aching and throbbing headache as well, because his hair had been savagely held in tight fists. The last time Dom saw him, he was left with bleeding scratches to his hands, chest and knees, from the rough wall he’d been shoved against and then pounded into. His shoulders were bruised from the powerful grip to hold him in place, and not nearly enough lubricant was used.
“It’s been a long time,” the man continues, taking a step towards Dom, only to stop short when the younger man backs away. “What?”
Swallowing hard, Dom lifts his chin and stands tall. “I don’t do that anymore.”
The man snorts in derision. “What are you talking about?”
“I got out,” Dom explains firmly, appearing to be calm, even though inside, he’s shaking like a leaf. “I didn’t want to, so now I’m doing something else.”
“Something else? Let me guess, a priest?” is the taunting, sarcastic reply. “I don’t think they fuck rent boys, at least, not ones as old as you. Apparently they prefer them younger. And untouched. You’re nowhere close to that.”
“I don’t do that anymore,” Dom repeats, his jaw set in a hard line. “With anyone.”
“I saw you on the dance floor with that bloke,” the man continues, smirking as he takes another step closer. “You think he’s going to save you or something? Take you home and make you his? You’re nothing. Just a rent boy. A cheap fuck. That’s all you’re good for.”
Dom can’t quite suppress the flinch at the cruel words, but he refuses to look away. “No, I’m not.”
“So, what? You think you’re too good for me or something?” the man sneers in disdain. “You’re too good for my money? You’ve always taken it before. Couldn’t get on your knees fast enough. Couldn’t suck hard enough.”
“I was always too good for you,” Dom fires back, bristling. “I only did it because I didn’t have a choice. Now I do, and I wouldn’t touch you for all the money in the world.”
Having heard more than enough, Dom gives the man a wide berth as he attempts to leave the loo, only to have his bicep captured in a punishing grip as he’s shoved against the wall next to the sink. Dom’s thrown against the polished tile with enough force that he’s left breathless, and he gives his head a shake to clear his vision as it swims.
“I didn’t say you could leave,” the man growls, tightening his grip and twisting Dom’s arm, showing the younger man who’s in charge. “We’re not finished.”
“I said no,” Dom replies, making a futile attempt to pull free, and swallowing a gasp of pain when the socket of his shoulder burns. “I’m not interested, so let me go.”
The man steps closer, their bodies nearly touching, his eyes narrow slits. “Who said you get a choice?”
“Please, I-”
“Get your fecking hands off him,” Billy spits out from the doorway, green eyes blazing and hands clenched into tight fists.
“When I’m done,” the man fires over his shoulder. “I was here first. Wait your turn.”
“I wasn’t asking,” Billy says darkly. “Let him go, or I’ll make you.”
The breath Dom’s been holding is released on a quiet sigh of relief when the grip on his arm loosens, and before the man has a chance to fully process the threat directed at him, Billy is pulling Dom away and standing between them. It’s only when Dom lays his hand against Billy’s tense back that he realizes he’s shaking.
“Bills-”
“Get. Out,” Billy adds coldly. “He said no.”
For a moment, the man seems to be considering his options, and then he shrugs indifferently as he turns away, having decided not to pursue Dom any further. At the door, he pauses to toss one more insult over his shoulder.
“He’s not worth it.”
The second the loo door closes, Billy spins around and gathers Dom close, petting his hair as his body trembles, his breath unsteady.
“Are you all right?” Billy murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to Dom’s temple. “Did he hurt you, love?”
“I’m okay,” Dom replies, his voice muffled against Billy’s neck. “He didn’t hurt me that much. He just didn’t want to take no for an answer.”
Billy’s small hands slide carefully over every inch of Dom’s slender back, shoulders and arms, confirming for himself that his young lover really is all right. When his fingers shift up the sleeve of Dom’s t-shirt to reveal angry red marks that are quickly darkening into finger-shaped bruises, Billy curses vehemently under his breath.
“Bills-”
“I shouldn’t have left you alone,” Billy whispers guiltily, carding his fingers through Dom’s silky hair and guiding him closer, kissing his forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Dom insists. “I’m all right. It used to-”
“What?” Billy prompts when Dom stops abruptly.
“It used to be a lot worse, the things he’d do to me,” Dom says hesitantly, his eyes sad with shame. “What I allowed him to do, for the money.”
“We never should’ve come here,” Billy says firmly, shaking his head. “We’re leaving. Now.”
“No,” Dom replies flatly, planting his feet and refusing to move.
Billy stops short and raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“If we leave, he wins,” Dom explains, standing tall, eyes serious, his jaw set firmly. “He’s not going to make me feel bad for living my life. I’ve been hiding in the flat for months, afraid to do the wrong thing. I didn’t want what happened at the market that night at Christmas to happen again, even though part of me knew it would. Eventually. In London, I felt so free, because I didn’t worry that someone was going to recognize me. I want that here, where we live, where I want to be. I’ve made up my mind. I’m not going to hide anymore. I’m going to fight for what I want. What I deserve.”
“Dommie-”
“I didn’t do anything wrong, Bills,” Dom interrupts, pleading with his expressive eyes for Billy to understand. “I was having dinner with you and Maggie in a local pub. My boyfriend asked me to dance with him, and then I went to the loo. I wasn’t standing on the corner, waiting for a needy bloke to happen by. I wasn’t making eye contact with anyone, trying to pick them up. I was looking at you.”
“You want to stay?” Billy inquires. “Even after what happened? What about your arm?”
“There’s nothing that’s happened to me that can’t be helped by being held by you,” Dom replies, burrowing into Billy’s warmth and safety. “And maybe a snog or two.”
Billy can’t stop the corners of his mouth quirking up. “Yeah?”
“Only if you wanted to,” Dom adds, the twinkle in his eyes informing Billy that he’s feeling playful. “Do you want to kiss me?”
Billy smiles softly as his fingers slide along the line of Dom’s jaw, guiding their mouths together for a gentle, tender exchange. Eager for the connection, Dom’s arms wrap around Billy’s torso to keep their bodies close, his hands fisting handfuls of his lover’s shirt. When their lips part, Dom presses his face into Billy’s neck, needing the older man to hold him, comfort him, in the special way that Billy can to makes him feel safe and so very loved. They’re still wrapped up in each other when the loo door swings open and Mike, the bartender, appears. It’s clear to both Dom and Billy that Mike was expecting something else to be going on inside the small room, and the intense expression on his face softens.
“Hey Mike,” Dom says, turning slightly in Billy’s embrace, but not breaking contact.
“A regular came up to the bar and said-”
“What?” Billy prompts.
“We weren’t doing anything,” Dom supplies, noticing the discomfort in Mike’s face. “I just came in to use the loo, and then someone I used to know-”
Realization begins to dawn, and Mike’s eyes widen when Billy slides up the sleeve of Dom’s t-shirt to reveal the rapidly forming bruises.
“Are you all right?” Mike asks Dom, the concern clear in his expression. “I mean-”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” Dom interjects, not wanting to rehash the degrading details of what was said. “Nothing happened. I said no and he was starting to get angry when Billy walked in.”
“Dom, that’s not entirely true,” Billy corrects. “He was getting violent, and wasn’t about to take ‘no’ for an answer.”
The memory of being thrown against the dark tiles washes over Dom, and he can’t hide the shudder in his limbs, or the brightness in his eyes.
“He’s not welcome in this pub anymore,” Mike states firmly. “I’ll make sure he’s never in here again.”
Even as Dom’s widen with surprise, Billy cradles him closer and mouths his thanks to the bartender. Nodding in reply, Mike exits the loo, leaving the couple alone.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go home?” Billy asks softly, brushing a feathery kiss across Dom’s temple. “We can tell Maggie that we’re tired. She doesn’t have to know.”
“I’d like to stay for a little while,” Dom replies. “I don’t want to run away, because I think then I’ll be afraid to come back.”
“All right,” Billy agrees. “But be warned, I’ll be keeping you really close. My hands are never going to be off your body.”
Dom smiles and then says, “I can live with that.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Several hours later, Maggie has turned in for the night and the couple are snuggled up in bed, long beams of moonlight falling across the coverlet, when Dom shifts in Billy’s embrace. Dom’s smooth cheek rubs against the ginger hair covering Billy’s chest as he looks up and speaks, his voice soft and slightly breathy.
“Bills,” he manages to say. “You’re squishing me.”
“What?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Dom vows. “You don’t have to hold onto me so tight.”
It’s then that Billy realizes he’s nearly crushing Dom in his strong grip, and an ache is beginning to form in his arms. Instantly, he relaxes his hold, listening as Dom sucks in a deep breath, and then slowly lets it out.
“Sorry,” Billy whispers, pressing a kiss to Dom’s forehead and sliding a hand down the length of Dom’s spine. “Is that better?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
Several long moments pass, and then Billy asks, “Are you sure you’re all right? Do you need to talk about what happened?”
“I’m okay, Bills. More than okay, actually. When we’re like this, I know I’m safe,” Dom replies, shifting up onto one elbow so he can look into Billy’s eyes. “It feels like nothing can hurt me when you’re holding me.”
Billy smiles and dips his head to bring them closer when Dom invites his kiss. Hands roam endlessly over bare skin as their tongues tangle, and Dom wraps a long leg around Billy’s hip, whimpering softly at the sensations Billy is lavishing on him. When their lungs demand oxygen, they finally part, Dom’s nose nuzzling Billy’s cheek.
“Didn’t I promise to shag you good and proper earlier?” he murmurs in Billy’s ear, the tip of his long tongue teasing the fleshy lobe.
“Mmm-aye, you did,” Billy confirms. “After we made love and you were falling back to sleep.”
“Where’s the lube?” Dom inquires, glancing over at Billy’s night stand in search of the slippery substance. “How do you want me?”
“It’s been a rough night, love,” Billy murmurs soothingly. “And it’s awfully late. How about we save it for tomorrow?”
“Are you sure?” Tilting his head to one side in thought, Dom looks deep into Billy’s eyes. “It is your birthday. You should get anything you want as a present.”
“I have you in my life,” Billy tells him, kissing the tip of his squashed up nose. “It’s all I could ever want.”
Even in the low light, Billy can see the blush spread across Dom’s cheeks, and he chuckles.
“Go to sleep, Dommie,” he adds. “I want you well rested for the morning.”
The lovers share one last, lingering kiss before Dom settles back down, curling into Billy’s embrace, his cheek pressed against Billy’s chest, directly over his heart. Dom listens for several beats, the strong, steady rhythm melting away the unpleasant moments of the evening, and lulling him towards dreamland.
“Night, Bills,” he murmurs sleepily.
“Good night, love.”
Smiling to himself, Billy closes his eyes.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Small fingers are rubbing slow, tantalizing circles on his belly when Dom starts to slide into consciousness, and warm breath flows over his growing erection, causing it to rise to full attention. Dom is trying to lift his heavy eyelids when a slick finger eases into him, and his arousal is enveloped by a hot, wet, seductive mouth. Crying out breathlessly, Dom lets his legs fall open in welcome invitation, his lithe body sprawled wantonly beneath Billy and the erotic vise of his cherubic lips.
Billy lets Dom’s breathy moans guide him, his eager tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his lover’s erection while the tip of his finger slides repeatedly over the tiny bundle of nerves inside, eliciting delicious sensations. Bobbing his head and taking Dom deep into his mouth, Billy lovingly pleasures his lover, adding a second and eventually a third finger to stretch the tight opening, preparing him for what’s next. When Dom’s hands grip his shoulders, Billy halts his ministrations to look up into his dark, passion-flushed eyes.
Dom is so aroused he’s having trouble forming words, but Billy knows what he wants. Nodding his understanding, Billy slides up until the tip of his throbbing arousal is poised at Dom’s slick, stretched entrance, and Dom’s long legs are draped over his shoulders. Drunk with lust and desire, Dom mewls and reaches for his lover, dragging their mouths together as his knees are pressed to his heaving chest, and then Billy slides in, burying himself to the hilt.
Bracing the majority his weight on his hands, Billy watches Dom’s smoldering eyes as he thrusts, long and deep, keeping the pace slow for maximum enjoyment. When his arms begin to grow tired, Billy pauses long enough to shift so Dom’s legs are lowered to the mattress, and he tucks his knees alongside Dom’s hips before he resumes the movement, small hands holding Dom’s hips firmly in place. As he begins thrusting faster and rolling his pelvis, Billy watches Dom undulate on the mattress, writhing and moaning, unable to contain his immense pleasure. Looking deep into his lover’s eyes, and touched by the intimate emotions so freely shared, Billy adjusts the angle in which their bodies meet, smiling when Dom cries out and bucks wildly.
“Tell me what you want, Dommie,” Billy requests hoarsely. “Anything.”
“Love riding you,” Dom admits shyly.
Leaning down and bringing their mouths together for a long, wet kiss, Billy carefully withdraws from the tight heat, one hand petting Dom’s heaving chest to soothe the younger man as they separate. While Billy doesn’t say the words aloud, Dom can see the promise in his kind eyes, the reassurance that their parting is only temporary.
“How would you like me?” Billy inquires. “On my back?”
“No,” Dom replies breathlessly, shaking his head. “Don’t move.”
The younger man struggles to sit up, supporting himself on trembling arms as he slides back a few inches. As Billy watches with lustful interest, Dom maneuvers himself onto his knees, presses a kiss to Billy’s swollen mouth, then turns around, presenting his back. Unable to stop himself, Billy reaches out and strokes the warm, bare skin of Dom’s lower back and arse, his hungry eyes locked on the slick pucker peeking out from between his lover’s rounded cheeks.
“Dom?” he whispers.
Billy watches as Dom parts his knees wide and shifts back until he’s astride Billy, and his lover’s throbbing erection is nestled firmly between their damp, aroused bodies. Once he feels Billy guide himself into position, Dom sinks down into his lap, taking the older man in deep. Muscles shift beneath smooth, tantalizing skin while Dom braces his hands on the mattress and works himself up and down Billy’s thick shaft, panting with pleasure. Billy can’t speak, utterly entranced at the sight of his throbbing erection disappearing into the velvet clench of Dom’s lithe body, over and over again.
Wantonly moaning his enjoyment as Billy stretches him wide, Dom rocks faster, lowering his head and arching his back to adjust the angle, giving them the opportunity to experience different sensations. Billy’s hands cup Dom’s narrow hips as they writhe together, and when he can’t control the need to have his lover closer, he wraps his strong arms around Dom’s torso and draws him back, into his embrace.
The new position creates an intense stretch inside Dom as Billy’s erection presses firmly against his sweet spot, and when the older man thrusts gently, Dom bucks uncontrollably, almost sobbing in ecstasy. Fingers lace together over Dom’s abdomen, the lovers lost in the incredible, intimate pleasure, forgetting everything but their passionate lovemaking. Dom’s pleas for Billy to continue tumble from his lips, and their bodies slam together harder and faster as orgasm rises quickly in both men.
On the edge of losing control, Billy buries his face in Dom’s damp neck and the tender skin there while his small fist wraps around Dom’s leaking arousal, pumping it quickly to ensure that Dom climaxes. The final straw is when Billy’s sharp teeth nip gently at Dom’s throat while the pad of his thumb frantically swirls around the wet tip of Dom’s erection, and Dom comes with a ragged shout, glittering fluid pulsing over Billy’s fingers as he sags limply in his lover’s arms. Dom’s head is lolling on Billy’s shoulder, his body weak and completely spent, when he feels Billy’s hips rapidly thrust forward for several seconds, and then intimate warmth is spurting inside him, mingling with Billy’s cry of release.
Chest heaving and limbs trembling, Dom sinks fully into Billy’s embrace, his muscles like melted wax, unable to support him. Their fingers remain entwined over Dom’s belly as Billy rocks them from side to side ever so slightly, his warm breath flowing across the rosy bruise forming on the side of Dom’s neck. Billy kisses Dom there as he carefully eases his softening flesh out of Dom’s limp body, but that doesn’t stop the soft mewl of distress that bubbles up in Dom’s throat.
“Don’t go,” he whispers. “Stay.”
“Lie down, love,” Billy murmurs, shifting his hands to ensure a secure grip as his lover is lowered to the rumpled sheets. “Rest.”
“Stay with me?” Dom requests quietly, looking up at Billy with drowsy eyes. “Please?”
“Of course, Dommie.”
True to his word, Billy curls up with Dom, stroking bare, sated flesh, petting tousled, dark blonde hair, and occasionally brushing a feathery kiss across Dom’s forehead.
“Thank you,” Dom murmurs on a sigh as he surrenders to post-orgasmic slumber, his body draped possessively over Billy’s. “It was so good. So-”
Billy watches Dom fall into dreamland, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. This morning has been nothing short of amazing, their lovemaking more incredible than he every hoped. He’s starting to drop off to sleep as well when it suddenly occurs to him that they’re not alone in the flat, and Maggie is right down the hall. The knowledge that she’s more than likely heard everything causes a fierce blush to stain his cheeks. Although Billy hates to leave the welcoming warmth of Dom’s side, and the tantalizing display of bare skin, he knows it’ll be better if he talks to Maggie alone.
Snuggling close to his lover, Billy trails a line of feathery kisses along the nape of Dom’s neck before tucking the coverlet around him and slipping out of bed. He dresses quickly, yet silently, running his small fingers though his gingery hair in an attempt to smooth it down, then stealthily exits the bedroom, leaving Dom to sleep.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
It takes Billy more than five minutes to locate his sister, searching every room in the flat without success before moving downstairs to look. The book shop is quiet and very peaceful, the morning sun bathing the front windows in golden light. Billy finally finds Maggie in a comfortable chair in the World History section with a book in her lap, and a cup of tea resting on the small, glossy table in front of her.
“Good morning,” Billy says as he draws near, sinking into the chair across from her. “I wondered where you went.”
Heat rises in Maggie’s cheeks, and she ducks her head to avert her eyes for a moment. “I thought the two of you could use some privacy,” she replies, the corners of her cherubic mouth quirking up.
“I’m sorry,” Billy offers apologetically. “We got a wee bit carried away.”
Recalling the passionate sounds of pleasure that she’d heard, from both men, Maggie nods. “So I gathered.”
“How much did you hear?” Billy asks, curiosity getting the better of him, despite his embarrassment.
“Enough to know that you two have an active and fulfilling sex life,” Maggie tells him. “Very active.”
“Mags!”
“What?” she asks with mock innocence. “It’s not like you were quiet.”
Billy remembers how loud Dom was, especially near the end when orgasm was so deliciously close, the wanton cries of pleasure that filled the air, and then he blushes. They’d forgotten that they weren’t alone, and surrendered to their passion for one another.
“You’re deeply in love, and you enjoy making love,” Maggie adds gently, her voice tender and soothing. “Dom certainly seems to love what you’re doing.”
“We forgot you were here,” Billy explains. “Or we never would’ve been so-”
“Vocal?” Maggie supplies helpfully. “While that wouldn’t be my number one choice of things to hear, knowing that you connect on so many levels, physically and emotionally, makes me feel good. You’re in good hands with him.”
“And you’re a good sister, Margaret Boyd,” Billy tells her, the depth of his emotions clear in his eyes. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Would you like some breakfast?” Billy asks, needing to change the subject. “Dom should be awake soon, and-”
“That would be lovely,” Maggie interjects. “I just want to finish this chapter.”
“Of course. Take your time.”
“I’ll bring down my handbag later to pay for the book,” she adds.
Billy laughs. “No, you won’t. You like the book, it’s yours.”
“Billy!” she admonishes. “This is your business, the way you make your living. I will not take away from your profits.”
“I’m not taking your money,” Billy retorts. “The book is a gift.”
“But-”
“It’s Sunday, Mags. The shop is closed,” he adds, softer now. “Please.”
Reluctantly acquiescing, Maggie nods. “All right. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.”
Rising to his feet, Billy presses a kiss to her cheek before heading back upstairs to make porridge for breakfast. Maggie watches him go, a soft, tender smile lighting up her face.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Billy is standing in front of the cooker, stirring a pot of porridge and watching it thicken when Dom opens the bedroom door and begins making his way down the hall to the kitchen. As he enters the room, he inhales deeply, drawing in the aroma of fresh coffee and sighing with contentment.
“Mmmm. You made coffee.”
“Good morning, Dommie,” Billy says warmly before looking over his shoulder at the younger man. An instant later his eyes flash wide, and his mouth begins to water.
The reason for Billy’s stunned silence is more than likely the clothing Dom’s chosen to wear this morning. His feet are bare, low slung blue jeans are riding on his hips, and the finishing touch is one of the sleeveless white undershirts that Billy bought him last winter. The ribbed cotton hugs his lean torso like a lover, clinging to every firm inch, and his wrists slender are adorned with rings of black leather. Without saying a word, Billy turns down the heat under the porridge before crossing the room and wrapping his arms around Dom’s narrow waist.
“Morning Bills,” Dom replies quietly, his expression soft and unmistakably intimate.
Dom slides his long arms around Billy’s shoulders as their mouths meet, lips parting and tongues touching lazily. When Billy’s hands slide up and down the length of his back in long, tender caresses, Dom lets out a soft murmur of approval and curls into Billy’s body, cuddling closer.
“Where’s Maggie?” Dom asks when they finally part.
“That’s not the response I was looking for, when I’m kissing the man I love,” Billy teases. “But, uh, while we’re on the subject of my sister-”
“She heard us, didn’t she?” Dom supplies quietly, unable to stop himself from cringing a little.
“Let’s just say that my prowess as a lover is certainly not in question,” Billy replies with a chuckle. “And just so you know, I don’t regret making love with you this morning. Not for one second.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” Dom says, almost shyly.
“It was wonderful, love,” Billy tells him. “You’re a very sexy man, one who is constantly surprising me.”
“You know, when I woke up again, you weren’t in bed with me,” Dom says, a long finger sliding over the bow of Billy’s upper lip. “Then I remembered why you wouldn’t be. You’d be making sure Maggie was all right. You’re always so thoughtful, taking care of the people you care about.”
“The people I love,” Billy corrects, then captures Dom’s mouth in a hot kiss.
Unbeknownst to the lovers, Maggie finishes climbing the stairs to the flat above the book shop, and upon arriving at the doorway to the kitchen, she stops short, her gaze locked on the kissing couple. Dom tips his head slightly to the left, and then Billy deepens the intimate exchange, eliciting a whimpering, happy sigh when his pointy tongue slides between Dom’s lips.
The kiss continues until Billy’s hand slides over Dom’s bicep, and the younger man can’t quite suppress a flinch. Instantly, Billy withdraws his hand, revealing a dark bruise to the soft skin, and his brow furrows, an apology forming on his lips. It’s clear to Maggie that the injury is not something that happened this morning, judging by the look on both Billy and Dom’s faces. Additionally, the finger-shaped bruises are far too large to be Billy’s, and Maggie’s willing to bet that the bruise is the reason why the couple were especially clingy in the pub last night. After they returned from the loo, Billy was very protective, and Dom seemed more than relieved to have Billy close to him at all times.
“I’m sorry, love,” Billy murmurs, carefully stroking the skin above the bruise, not wanting to cause more pain.
“I wasn’t your fault,” Dom tells him gently. “You stopped him before anything else happened. It’s just a bruise. It’ll heal and fade. I’ll be fine.”
“I know, I just-”
“Weren’t you kissing me?” Dom interjects, and then guides their mouths together, arms winding around the older man.
Silently, Maggie takes a moment to watch them, enthralled at the joy she’s witnessing, how much in love they are. Not wanting to interrupt them, Maggie backs away, out of sight, and when she’s in the foyer, she clears her throat.
“Breakfast smells wonderful,” she calls out. “Do I have time to make a fresh cup of tea?”
By the time she returns to the kitchen, they’ve made themselves presentable, Dom now wearing a zippered jumper over his undershirt. Additionally, Billy’s lips appear to be a wee bit rosier than usual, and Dom’s breathing is a little unsteady.
“It’ll be a few minutes,” Billy replies. “You have plenty of time.”
Maggie finds it amusing that Dom and Billy are making a valiant attempt to behave themselves, especially since they’ve got company, but are continually drawn to one another, needing to touch at all times.
“Good morning, Maggie,” Dom says with a smile.
“Aye,” she replies. “It’s a very good morning.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
All too soon, the week is over, and the day of Maggie’s flight back to Scotland arrives. Dom is forced to say goodbye at breakfast, as he has a full day of uni classes, and is unable to accompany them to the airport. Of course, Maggie understands, and takes a couple of minutes to thank Dom for arranging the trip, drawing him close for a hug, and a teasing ruffle of his hair. A quick kiss is pressed to both Billy’s and Maggie’s cheek, and then Dom is bounding down the stairs, slipping out the back door to catch the bus and go to school.
Shortly after Mark takes his lunch break, Billy loads Maggie’s luggage into the boot of the car and it’s when they’re making the journey to the airport that Maggie brings up a subject she’s been avoiding for several days.
“He’s very different from Viggo,” she begins. “And Alison, for that matter.”
“Aye, he is,” Billy agrees his brow furrowing as he’s not quite sure where Maggie is going with this. “He’s unique.”
“I remember how you were after you ended the engagement, and I resented Viggo for a long time because of it,” Maggie adds.
“I know,” Billy replies, shaking his head at the memory. “I figured you blamed him for the mess I made of my life.”
“And then that ended, and I wasn’t sure if you’d ever find someone to share your life with.”
“The same thought crossed my mind,” Billy admits. “I’d already hurt two people I cared so much about. I was nervous about trying for a third time.”
“Well, I think you’d be a fool to let Dom get away, because anyone who’s seen you together can tell that you’re made for each other,” Maggie tells him. “I really mean that.”
“Thanks, Mags.”
“If there’s anything I can do, will you tell me?” she requests. “I like seeing you happy, and I’d like to do whatever I can to make sure you stay that way.”
“We’re doing well,” Billy promises her. “We’re still learning and finding our way, but I think we get closer with every struggle we overcome together.”
“And Viggo’s okay with it?” Maggie prods, almost tentatively. “It can’t be easy, being Dom’s doctor when you two are-”
“He’s seeing someone,” Billy explains when she trails off. “A veterinarian that he met at the park.”
“Oh.”
“I think that’s part of why Dom and I are doing better,” Billy adds. “I was holding onto a lot of guilt, because of how I hurt Vig. He forgave me, a long time ago, but I had trouble forgiving myself.”
“Oh, Billy-”
“I talked to Dom’s therapist, and it helped. She helped me realize that the guilt I was carrying meant I had a wall up, and that Dom was being denied part of my heart,” Billy continues his voice catching. “I wanted better for him. I’ll do anything to make sure Dom is happy, that he has everything that he needs.”
“So, any plans for the future?” Maggie asks, batting her eyes innocently, hoping to hear what may be in store.
Billy grins. “Aye. When the time is right. Dom’s got a lot going on right now. I can wait.”
It dawns on Maggie what Billy is alluding to, and her eyes widen. Billy stops for a red light, and then looks over to meet her surprised gaze.
“Aye,” Billy confirms, seeing the question in her eyes. “He’s the one.”
Smiling widely and her eyes bright with joy, Maggie nods her understanding. “I want the first invitation,” she tells him as she dabs at the moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes. “And when he says yes, I want a phone call. I don’t care what time it is.”
Billy throws back his head and laughs before agreeing to her request.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Chapter 20
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Celebrating Billy’s birthday takes a surprising turn.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to my beta, frojane
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Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: A small warning of angst for this chapter.
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Chapter 19
Leaning against the door frame with crossed arms and watching Dom in front of the mirror in the loo, Billy smiles to himself, and when Dom’s eyes meet his in the reflective surface, the smile grows bigger, his gaze smoldering with heat.
“What?” Dom asks, arching a brow as he moves his hand away from his left eye.
“I was hoping you were going to wear that tonight,” Billy explains, focusing his gaze on the eyeliner pencil clutched in Dom’s long fingers. “And I love watching you put it on.”
“You said you wanted to go out,” Dom replies, his cheeks growing pink. “I thought your birthday should be extra special, and that meant eyeliner.”
“Does this mean I’m forgiven for letting you nap longer than you wanted?” Billy teases lightly as he moves further into the room. Curling his body into Dom’s and sliding his arms around the younger man’s waist, he presses a soft kiss to the nape of Dom’s slender neck. “I’d hate for you to be cross with me.”
Recalling how he’d been coaxed from his dreams by a warm hand petting his flat belly and feathery kisses brushed across his parted lips, Dom tilts his head to one side, giving Billy greater access.
“You know you were forgiven,” Dom fires back breathlessly. “You- Oh fuck that feels good,” he gasps when Billy’s fingers deftly slide under the waistband of his blue jeans, teasing at his treasure trail.
“Maggie’s waiting for us,” Billy murmurs, almost regretfully. “We should go.”
“Then you need to stop doing that,” Dom replies, swaying unsteadily and leaning heavily into Billy’s embrace. “Before I can’t stand up.”
“To be continued later?”
Dom grins. “Absolutely.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Even though it’s Saturday night, the pub isn’t too crowded, and Billy is rather pleased when they are able to grab a booth at the back, taking a seat across from Maggie, and Dom at his side. Dinner and a round of drinks is ordered, and time passes quickly as they chat about everything from Scotland to football to Dom’s classes at uni, the conversation relaxed and comfortable.
When going to the pub was first suggested as a place to have dinner, Billy had been concerned, and quickly offered an alternative. It was Dom who realized that Billy was harboring concerns because the pub was a place that Dom used to pick up customers. After Dom repeatedly insisted it would be fine, Billy reluctantly agreed, knowing how important it is for Dom to have a normal life, and visit to the places he likes. Dom also reminds himself that it’s a special location, as it’s where they first met, nearly a year ago.
The conversation quiets when the food arrives, and it’s shortly after their very busy waitress clears their empty plates that Dom offers to go get them another round of drinks. Part of Billy wants to keep Dom very close, but after Dom teases him, reminds him that he’s fine, Billy relents, unable to resist smiling when Dom presses a playful kiss to his cheek. As Dom walks over to the bar, Billy watches, amazed at the difference in the younger man, recalling how he looked the night they met, and how much they both have changed since then.
Ironically, Dom is dressed similar to how he was that night, in low slung blue jeans and a black Beatles t-shirt, but that’s where the similarities end. Now his skin has a healthy glow, his hair trimmed into a playful, fun style, and his clothing accentuates his slender, fit body. Although Dom fails to notice, more than a few appreciative glances are directed his way, male and female, and they make Billy smile, knowing that he’s the lucky bloke who Dom will be going home with tonight. When Billy finally directs his attention back to Maggie, he finds her watching him, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“What?” he asks.
“He really brings out the best in you,” Maggie says simply. “You’re happier than I can ever remember, and it’s a wonderful thing to see.”
Finally making his way through the people to the bar and catching the bartender’s attention, Dom leans in to place his order.
“Hey Mike, can I get-”
Dom stops when he notices the older man looking at him intently and at Dom’s questioning gaze, the other man leans closer.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in here,” Mike says carefully in explanation. “I asked around a little, heard that you got out and were with that bloke who runs the book shop a few blocks over.”
“I did, and I am,” Dom confirms, nodding his head.
“Good,” Mike adds. “You were always too good for that life.”
Surprised at the bartender’s words, Dom’s eyes widen.
“Uh, thanks,” he manages to say. ”Thanks a lot.”
“So what can I get for you?”
“Beer for me, a white wine, and a whiskey,” Dom replies. “We need to do a birthday toast for Billy.”
Nodding, Mike quickly pours the drinks and places them on the counter in front of Dom. The bill held loosely in Dom’s fingers to pay for the alcohol is raised, but Mike just shakes his head, causing Dom to frown in confusion.
“On the house,” Mike explains with a grin. “Congratulations. I much prefer seeing you in here this way. Don’t be a stranger, yeah?”
“Will do,” Dom replies. “Thanks.”
Carefully gathering the three glasses in his hands, Dom makes the trip back to the table with no mishaps, receiving a quick kiss when he slides in beside Billy once again. Maggie offers a toast in celebration of Billy’s birthday and to the happy couple, and their glasses are nearly empty when Billy shifts his arm from where it rests wrapped around Dom’s slender shoulders, directing his attention to the dance floor a short distance away.
“Mags, would you excuse us?” he requests. “I just realized that I’ve been a bad boyfriend, and there’s something Dom and I need to do in order to rectify that.”
“Of course,” Maggie says easily.
“Bills? What’s going on?” Dom asks in surprise, unsure of what Billy is talking about.
Urging Dom out of the booth and rising as well, Billy slides an arm around the younger man’s waist.
“C’mon, love,” Billy says gently. “Have a dance with me.”
Billy tries to lead him over to the dance floor, but pauses when Dom resists.
“Dommie?”
“I can’t,” Dom says softly, averting his eyes in an effort to hide the rush of emotions reflected in his eyes. “He never wanted to, so-”
Billy tightens his arm ever so slightly around Dom’s waist while tipping up his chin with the other.
“Do you trust me?” he asks softly. “I promise you won’t be embarrassed. I really think you’ll enjoy it.”
“But I don’t know how,” Dom adds, the volume of his voice even lower than before.
“It’s all right, love. I’ll show you,” Billy replies soothingly. “C’mon.”
Guiding the younger man out onto the dance floor, Billy turns so they’re face to face, and stands so close their stomachs are nearly touching.
“Now what?” Dom asks, feeling self-conscious as the volume in the room decreases while one song comes to an end and another begins.
“Hug me,” Billy instructs, taking Dom’s hands in his and guiding them around his body as he moves even closer. “That’s all dancing is, Dommie. Just listen to the music and let me hold you. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Before Dom has time to even take a breath, Billy’s strong arms are wrapped around his lithe form, and his freshly shaved cheek is pressed against Billy’s. For several moments they sway back and forth, listening, getting used to the slow rhythm and electric guitar, then Dom snuggles closer, burying his face in Billy’s neck to hide his blush. He feels Billy’s warm breath against his ear, and realizes that Billy’s singing along with the song pouring from the speakers above them.
If I told you I was drunk
Drunk on your smile
Wasted on your eyes
And most of your wine
Billy can feel Dom’s smile against his neck and the flutter of pleasure in his body, and he gently tightens one of his arms around Dom, pleased when Dom’s hands begin to relax against his lower back. Small fingers slide through the fine blonde hair at the nape of Dom’s neck, the older man stroking the silky strands repeatedly as they move to the music.
Would you be kind
To someone so shy
And take advantage
Of me tonight
This time Dom shakes as he almost giggles at the teasing words being sung quietly into his ear, and the knowledge that it would be unmistakable to anyone in the bar as to their relationship, fills him with warmth.
‘cause I, I swear, I wouldn’t mind
No I, I swear, I wouldn’t mind
Lifting his head ever so slightly, Dom presses a soft kiss to Billy’s throat, the tip of his tongue darting out for a quick taste, causing Billy’s pulse to jump. The reaction helps to make Dom feel braver, and he splays his fingers across Billy’s back and begins stroking the firm muscles through Billy’s shirt as he tucks his face into the curve of his lover’s neck once again.
While the song plays and couples move around them, Billy continues crooning softly in Dom’s ear, one small hand moving lower to slide up and down the length of Dom’s spine, the other resting at the small of his back, fingers curling to rest on the roundness of Dom’s denim covered arse. It’s not possessive in a way that makes Dom feel uncomfortable or on display, like in his previous relationship, and the element of protection in the way Billy is holding him certainly isn’t inviting anyone to interrupt them. The position is tender and romantic, and Dom’s never felt so safe.
‘cause I, I swear, I wouldn’t mind
No I, I swear, I wouldn’t mind
Unbeknownst to the couple, Maggie is watching them dance, recalling the things that Billy told her this morning about Dom’s painful past, his need to have her approval, what she’s observed of them together and apart, and here tonight. They’re wrapped up in each other, completely oblivious to the people around them, and Maggie suspects that they’ve even forgotten she is there. There is a comfortable intimacy surrounding them, one that seems to be untouchable, and that Maggie almost envies. At the same time, she’s amazed at the difference in her brother, and knows that the change is a direct result of his involvement with the younger man he’s fallen head over heels in love with.
All too soon, the song comes to an end, and Billy reluctantly loosens his hold on Dom to allow him to step back.
“Well?” he asks, brushing strands of dark blonde hair out of Dom’s line of vision before tipping up his chin until their eyes meet. “Did you like that?”
“Yeah, I did,” Dom replies, eyes dark and smoldering. “A lot.”
“Another first.”
“Thank you.”
“It was a pleasure, love,” Billy adds gently. “A real pleasure.”
Not caring where they are and who is watching, the lovers lean in to share a soft, prolonged kiss.
“Do you want to dance some more?” Billy asks when they finally part.
“Actually, I need to visit the loo,” Dom explains, blushing faintly. “I was nervous, and with the beer-”
“I understand,” Billy interjects. “Thank you for the dance.”
Smiling, Dom leans in to kiss Billy’s cheek. “I’ll meet you back at the table.”
“Don’t be long.”
Their fingers remain entwined for as long as possible while they make their way to the edge of the dance floor, and they exchange one last look before separating. Dom disappears into the Men’s loo as Billy slides into the booth across from Maggie, a contented smile gracing his bow-shaped lips.
“You two looked very cozy,” she comments.
“Sorry,” Billy replies. “I just realized that it’s something we’ve never done before, and-”
“Don’t apologize,” Maggie interrupts. “I enjoyed watching you together. One would have to be blind not to see how close you are, how much you care about each other. I think it’s romantic.”
Billy blushes and ducks his head, slightly embarrassed, but incredibly happy as well.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Rinsing the soap from his hands with warm water in the basin, Dom checks his appearance in the mirror, somewhat surprised by the rosy flush in his cheeks and the sparkle in his expressive eyes. Billy was right. He did enjoy the dancing. Very much so. It’s Billy’s birthday, but Dom is feeling like it’s his birthday, too, with how wonderful everything has worked out with Maggie’s visit.
Dom is drying his hands with some paper towel when he hears the door open behind him, and he finds himself wondering if Billy has decided to join him. So much has happened, but this tiny pub loo is where it all began, just shy of a year ago.
“Why don’t you let me take care of that for you?”
Dom can still remember the look of surprise on Billy’s face when he pressed his long fingers over the impressive bulge in his trousers. The sensation of Billy’s small fingers cupping the naked curve of his arse is still fresh in Dom’s mind, as well as the fast, intense hand job that he gave Billy, to welcome him to the neighborhood. That night, Billy’s skin had the faint aroma of his after shave, whiskey, and a wee bit of sweat, and Dom recalls drawing the scent deep into his lungs when his face was buried in Billy’s pale neck.
”I know you want me to.”
Then there’s the way Billy clung to him, touched him, and wanted to return the intimate favor that had been bestowed upon him. Part of Dom had wanted to, but didn’t, because he was having trouble maintaining his control. It was the first time Dom had been with someone who offered to reciprocate, and even then, Billy had quite an effect on him. It was the beginning of Billy getting past the wall Dom had put up to protect himself. Now they’re a couple, very much in love, and there’s no reason why they can’t share in some clandestine, mutual pleasure.
Wetting his lips in anticipation, Dom takes a breath before ensuring he’s smiling seductively, tosses the paper towel in the rubbish bin and turns around as he begins to speak.
“I was hoping you’d-”
Dom’s words die on his lips and his smile falters when his eyes don’t find the warm, green-eyed gaze of his lover. Part of him knew this had to happen sooner or later and dreaded it, but he’d foolishly hoped that this was the one thing he wouldn’t have to face. Especially tonight.
“I almost didn’t recognize you,” the man says coolly, his hard, dark eyes raking lasciviously over Dom’s lithe body. “But then I saw those lips. I doubt anyone who’s fucked that mouth could ever forget it.”
Revulsion rips through Dom, and bile rises in his throat at the ugly memories of the sexual degradation that he endured at the hands of the man before him. More often than not, their encounters would leave Dom bruised and sore, and the man seemed to have a knack for showing up when Dom needed money the most, when rent was due, and he couldn’t say no. When he’d been drinking it was worse, because he was careless with his strength, and on several occasions, Dom was rewarded with an aching and throbbing headache as well, because his hair had been savagely held in tight fists. The last time Dom saw him, he was left with bleeding scratches to his hands, chest and knees, from the rough wall he’d been shoved against and then pounded into. His shoulders were bruised from the powerful grip to hold him in place, and not nearly enough lubricant was used.
“It’s been a long time,” the man continues, taking a step towards Dom, only to stop short when the younger man backs away. “What?”
Swallowing hard, Dom lifts his chin and stands tall. “I don’t do that anymore.”
The man snorts in derision. “What are you talking about?”
“I got out,” Dom explains firmly, appearing to be calm, even though inside, he’s shaking like a leaf. “I didn’t want to, so now I’m doing something else.”
“Something else? Let me guess, a priest?” is the taunting, sarcastic reply. “I don’t think they fuck rent boys, at least, not ones as old as you. Apparently they prefer them younger. And untouched. You’re nowhere close to that.”
“I don’t do that anymore,” Dom repeats, his jaw set in a hard line. “With anyone.”
“I saw you on the dance floor with that bloke,” the man continues, smirking as he takes another step closer. “You think he’s going to save you or something? Take you home and make you his? You’re nothing. Just a rent boy. A cheap fuck. That’s all you’re good for.”
Dom can’t quite suppress the flinch at the cruel words, but he refuses to look away. “No, I’m not.”
“So, what? You think you’re too good for me or something?” the man sneers in disdain. “You’re too good for my money? You’ve always taken it before. Couldn’t get on your knees fast enough. Couldn’t suck hard enough.”
“I was always too good for you,” Dom fires back, bristling. “I only did it because I didn’t have a choice. Now I do, and I wouldn’t touch you for all the money in the world.”
Having heard more than enough, Dom gives the man a wide berth as he attempts to leave the loo, only to have his bicep captured in a punishing grip as he’s shoved against the wall next to the sink. Dom’s thrown against the polished tile with enough force that he’s left breathless, and he gives his head a shake to clear his vision as it swims.
“I didn’t say you could leave,” the man growls, tightening his grip and twisting Dom’s arm, showing the younger man who’s in charge. “We’re not finished.”
“I said no,” Dom replies, making a futile attempt to pull free, and swallowing a gasp of pain when the socket of his shoulder burns. “I’m not interested, so let me go.”
The man steps closer, their bodies nearly touching, his eyes narrow slits. “Who said you get a choice?”
“Please, I-”
“Get your fecking hands off him,” Billy spits out from the doorway, green eyes blazing and hands clenched into tight fists.
“When I’m done,” the man fires over his shoulder. “I was here first. Wait your turn.”
“I wasn’t asking,” Billy says darkly. “Let him go, or I’ll make you.”
The breath Dom’s been holding is released on a quiet sigh of relief when the grip on his arm loosens, and before the man has a chance to fully process the threat directed at him, Billy is pulling Dom away and standing between them. It’s only when Dom lays his hand against Billy’s tense back that he realizes he’s shaking.
“Bills-”
“Get. Out,” Billy adds coldly. “He said no.”
For a moment, the man seems to be considering his options, and then he shrugs indifferently as he turns away, having decided not to pursue Dom any further. At the door, he pauses to toss one more insult over his shoulder.
“He’s not worth it.”
The second the loo door closes, Billy spins around and gathers Dom close, petting his hair as his body trembles, his breath unsteady.
“Are you all right?” Billy murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to Dom’s temple. “Did he hurt you, love?”
“I’m okay,” Dom replies, his voice muffled against Billy’s neck. “He didn’t hurt me that much. He just didn’t want to take no for an answer.”
Billy’s small hands slide carefully over every inch of Dom’s slender back, shoulders and arms, confirming for himself that his young lover really is all right. When his fingers shift up the sleeve of Dom’s t-shirt to reveal angry red marks that are quickly darkening into finger-shaped bruises, Billy curses vehemently under his breath.
“Bills-”
“I shouldn’t have left you alone,” Billy whispers guiltily, carding his fingers through Dom’s silky hair and guiding him closer, kissing his forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Dom insists. “I’m all right. It used to-”
“What?” Billy prompts when Dom stops abruptly.
“It used to be a lot worse, the things he’d do to me,” Dom says hesitantly, his eyes sad with shame. “What I allowed him to do, for the money.”
“We never should’ve come here,” Billy says firmly, shaking his head. “We’re leaving. Now.”
“No,” Dom replies flatly, planting his feet and refusing to move.
Billy stops short and raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“If we leave, he wins,” Dom explains, standing tall, eyes serious, his jaw set firmly. “He’s not going to make me feel bad for living my life. I’ve been hiding in the flat for months, afraid to do the wrong thing. I didn’t want what happened at the market that night at Christmas to happen again, even though part of me knew it would. Eventually. In London, I felt so free, because I didn’t worry that someone was going to recognize me. I want that here, where we live, where I want to be. I’ve made up my mind. I’m not going to hide anymore. I’m going to fight for what I want. What I deserve.”
“Dommie-”
“I didn’t do anything wrong, Bills,” Dom interrupts, pleading with his expressive eyes for Billy to understand. “I was having dinner with you and Maggie in a local pub. My boyfriend asked me to dance with him, and then I went to the loo. I wasn’t standing on the corner, waiting for a needy bloke to happen by. I wasn’t making eye contact with anyone, trying to pick them up. I was looking at you.”
“You want to stay?” Billy inquires. “Even after what happened? What about your arm?”
“There’s nothing that’s happened to me that can’t be helped by being held by you,” Dom replies, burrowing into Billy’s warmth and safety. “And maybe a snog or two.”
Billy can’t stop the corners of his mouth quirking up. “Yeah?”
“Only if you wanted to,” Dom adds, the twinkle in his eyes informing Billy that he’s feeling playful. “Do you want to kiss me?”
Billy smiles softly as his fingers slide along the line of Dom’s jaw, guiding their mouths together for a gentle, tender exchange. Eager for the connection, Dom’s arms wrap around Billy’s torso to keep their bodies close, his hands fisting handfuls of his lover’s shirt. When their lips part, Dom presses his face into Billy’s neck, needing the older man to hold him, comfort him, in the special way that Billy can to makes him feel safe and so very loved. They’re still wrapped up in each other when the loo door swings open and Mike, the bartender, appears. It’s clear to both Dom and Billy that Mike was expecting something else to be going on inside the small room, and the intense expression on his face softens.
“Hey Mike,” Dom says, turning slightly in Billy’s embrace, but not breaking contact.
“A regular came up to the bar and said-”
“What?” Billy prompts.
“We weren’t doing anything,” Dom supplies, noticing the discomfort in Mike’s face. “I just came in to use the loo, and then someone I used to know-”
Realization begins to dawn, and Mike’s eyes widen when Billy slides up the sleeve of Dom’s t-shirt to reveal the rapidly forming bruises.
“Are you all right?” Mike asks Dom, the concern clear in his expression. “I mean-”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” Dom interjects, not wanting to rehash the degrading details of what was said. “Nothing happened. I said no and he was starting to get angry when Billy walked in.”
“Dom, that’s not entirely true,” Billy corrects. “He was getting violent, and wasn’t about to take ‘no’ for an answer.”
The memory of being thrown against the dark tiles washes over Dom, and he can’t hide the shudder in his limbs, or the brightness in his eyes.
“He’s not welcome in this pub anymore,” Mike states firmly. “I’ll make sure he’s never in here again.”
Even as Dom’s widen with surprise, Billy cradles him closer and mouths his thanks to the bartender. Nodding in reply, Mike exits the loo, leaving the couple alone.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go home?” Billy asks softly, brushing a feathery kiss across Dom’s temple. “We can tell Maggie that we’re tired. She doesn’t have to know.”
“I’d like to stay for a little while,” Dom replies. “I don’t want to run away, because I think then I’ll be afraid to come back.”
“All right,” Billy agrees. “But be warned, I’ll be keeping you really close. My hands are never going to be off your body.”
Dom smiles and then says, “I can live with that.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Several hours later, Maggie has turned in for the night and the couple are snuggled up in bed, long beams of moonlight falling across the coverlet, when Dom shifts in Billy’s embrace. Dom’s smooth cheek rubs against the ginger hair covering Billy’s chest as he looks up and speaks, his voice soft and slightly breathy.
“Bills,” he manages to say. “You’re squishing me.”
“What?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Dom vows. “You don’t have to hold onto me so tight.”
It’s then that Billy realizes he’s nearly crushing Dom in his strong grip, and an ache is beginning to form in his arms. Instantly, he relaxes his hold, listening as Dom sucks in a deep breath, and then slowly lets it out.
“Sorry,” Billy whispers, pressing a kiss to Dom’s forehead and sliding a hand down the length of Dom’s spine. “Is that better?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
Several long moments pass, and then Billy asks, “Are you sure you’re all right? Do you need to talk about what happened?”
“I’m okay, Bills. More than okay, actually. When we’re like this, I know I’m safe,” Dom replies, shifting up onto one elbow so he can look into Billy’s eyes. “It feels like nothing can hurt me when you’re holding me.”
Billy smiles and dips his head to bring them closer when Dom invites his kiss. Hands roam endlessly over bare skin as their tongues tangle, and Dom wraps a long leg around Billy’s hip, whimpering softly at the sensations Billy is lavishing on him. When their lungs demand oxygen, they finally part, Dom’s nose nuzzling Billy’s cheek.
“Didn’t I promise to shag you good and proper earlier?” he murmurs in Billy’s ear, the tip of his long tongue teasing the fleshy lobe.
“Mmm-aye, you did,” Billy confirms. “After we made love and you were falling back to sleep.”
“Where’s the lube?” Dom inquires, glancing over at Billy’s night stand in search of the slippery substance. “How do you want me?”
“It’s been a rough night, love,” Billy murmurs soothingly. “And it’s awfully late. How about we save it for tomorrow?”
“Are you sure?” Tilting his head to one side in thought, Dom looks deep into Billy’s eyes. “It is your birthday. You should get anything you want as a present.”
“I have you in my life,” Billy tells him, kissing the tip of his squashed up nose. “It’s all I could ever want.”
Even in the low light, Billy can see the blush spread across Dom’s cheeks, and he chuckles.
“Go to sleep, Dommie,” he adds. “I want you well rested for the morning.”
The lovers share one last, lingering kiss before Dom settles back down, curling into Billy’s embrace, his cheek pressed against Billy’s chest, directly over his heart. Dom listens for several beats, the strong, steady rhythm melting away the unpleasant moments of the evening, and lulling him towards dreamland.
“Night, Bills,” he murmurs sleepily.
“Good night, love.”
Smiling to himself, Billy closes his eyes.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Small fingers are rubbing slow, tantalizing circles on his belly when Dom starts to slide into consciousness, and warm breath flows over his growing erection, causing it to rise to full attention. Dom is trying to lift his heavy eyelids when a slick finger eases into him, and his arousal is enveloped by a hot, wet, seductive mouth. Crying out breathlessly, Dom lets his legs fall open in welcome invitation, his lithe body sprawled wantonly beneath Billy and the erotic vise of his cherubic lips.
Billy lets Dom’s breathy moans guide him, his eager tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his lover’s erection while the tip of his finger slides repeatedly over the tiny bundle of nerves inside, eliciting delicious sensations. Bobbing his head and taking Dom deep into his mouth, Billy lovingly pleasures his lover, adding a second and eventually a third finger to stretch the tight opening, preparing him for what’s next. When Dom’s hands grip his shoulders, Billy halts his ministrations to look up into his dark, passion-flushed eyes.
Dom is so aroused he’s having trouble forming words, but Billy knows what he wants. Nodding his understanding, Billy slides up until the tip of his throbbing arousal is poised at Dom’s slick, stretched entrance, and Dom’s long legs are draped over his shoulders. Drunk with lust and desire, Dom mewls and reaches for his lover, dragging their mouths together as his knees are pressed to his heaving chest, and then Billy slides in, burying himself to the hilt.
Bracing the majority his weight on his hands, Billy watches Dom’s smoldering eyes as he thrusts, long and deep, keeping the pace slow for maximum enjoyment. When his arms begin to grow tired, Billy pauses long enough to shift so Dom’s legs are lowered to the mattress, and he tucks his knees alongside Dom’s hips before he resumes the movement, small hands holding Dom’s hips firmly in place. As he begins thrusting faster and rolling his pelvis, Billy watches Dom undulate on the mattress, writhing and moaning, unable to contain his immense pleasure. Looking deep into his lover’s eyes, and touched by the intimate emotions so freely shared, Billy adjusts the angle in which their bodies meet, smiling when Dom cries out and bucks wildly.
“Tell me what you want, Dommie,” Billy requests hoarsely. “Anything.”
“Love riding you,” Dom admits shyly.
Leaning down and bringing their mouths together for a long, wet kiss, Billy carefully withdraws from the tight heat, one hand petting Dom’s heaving chest to soothe the younger man as they separate. While Billy doesn’t say the words aloud, Dom can see the promise in his kind eyes, the reassurance that their parting is only temporary.
“How would you like me?” Billy inquires. “On my back?”
“No,” Dom replies breathlessly, shaking his head. “Don’t move.”
The younger man struggles to sit up, supporting himself on trembling arms as he slides back a few inches. As Billy watches with lustful interest, Dom maneuvers himself onto his knees, presses a kiss to Billy’s swollen mouth, then turns around, presenting his back. Unable to stop himself, Billy reaches out and strokes the warm, bare skin of Dom’s lower back and arse, his hungry eyes locked on the slick pucker peeking out from between his lover’s rounded cheeks.
“Dom?” he whispers.
Billy watches as Dom parts his knees wide and shifts back until he’s astride Billy, and his lover’s throbbing erection is nestled firmly between their damp, aroused bodies. Once he feels Billy guide himself into position, Dom sinks down into his lap, taking the older man in deep. Muscles shift beneath smooth, tantalizing skin while Dom braces his hands on the mattress and works himself up and down Billy’s thick shaft, panting with pleasure. Billy can’t speak, utterly entranced at the sight of his throbbing erection disappearing into the velvet clench of Dom’s lithe body, over and over again.
Wantonly moaning his enjoyment as Billy stretches him wide, Dom rocks faster, lowering his head and arching his back to adjust the angle, giving them the opportunity to experience different sensations. Billy’s hands cup Dom’s narrow hips as they writhe together, and when he can’t control the need to have his lover closer, he wraps his strong arms around Dom’s torso and draws him back, into his embrace.
The new position creates an intense stretch inside Dom as Billy’s erection presses firmly against his sweet spot, and when the older man thrusts gently, Dom bucks uncontrollably, almost sobbing in ecstasy. Fingers lace together over Dom’s abdomen, the lovers lost in the incredible, intimate pleasure, forgetting everything but their passionate lovemaking. Dom’s pleas for Billy to continue tumble from his lips, and their bodies slam together harder and faster as orgasm rises quickly in both men.
On the edge of losing control, Billy buries his face in Dom’s damp neck and the tender skin there while his small fist wraps around Dom’s leaking arousal, pumping it quickly to ensure that Dom climaxes. The final straw is when Billy’s sharp teeth nip gently at Dom’s throat while the pad of his thumb frantically swirls around the wet tip of Dom’s erection, and Dom comes with a ragged shout, glittering fluid pulsing over Billy’s fingers as he sags limply in his lover’s arms. Dom’s head is lolling on Billy’s shoulder, his body weak and completely spent, when he feels Billy’s hips rapidly thrust forward for several seconds, and then intimate warmth is spurting inside him, mingling with Billy’s cry of release.
Chest heaving and limbs trembling, Dom sinks fully into Billy’s embrace, his muscles like melted wax, unable to support him. Their fingers remain entwined over Dom’s belly as Billy rocks them from side to side ever so slightly, his warm breath flowing across the rosy bruise forming on the side of Dom’s neck. Billy kisses Dom there as he carefully eases his softening flesh out of Dom’s limp body, but that doesn’t stop the soft mewl of distress that bubbles up in Dom’s throat.
“Don’t go,” he whispers. “Stay.”
“Lie down, love,” Billy murmurs, shifting his hands to ensure a secure grip as his lover is lowered to the rumpled sheets. “Rest.”
“Stay with me?” Dom requests quietly, looking up at Billy with drowsy eyes. “Please?”
“Of course, Dommie.”
True to his word, Billy curls up with Dom, stroking bare, sated flesh, petting tousled, dark blonde hair, and occasionally brushing a feathery kiss across Dom’s forehead.
“Thank you,” Dom murmurs on a sigh as he surrenders to post-orgasmic slumber, his body draped possessively over Billy’s. “It was so good. So-”
Billy watches Dom fall into dreamland, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. This morning has been nothing short of amazing, their lovemaking more incredible than he every hoped. He’s starting to drop off to sleep as well when it suddenly occurs to him that they’re not alone in the flat, and Maggie is right down the hall. The knowledge that she’s more than likely heard everything causes a fierce blush to stain his cheeks. Although Billy hates to leave the welcoming warmth of Dom’s side, and the tantalizing display of bare skin, he knows it’ll be better if he talks to Maggie alone.
Snuggling close to his lover, Billy trails a line of feathery kisses along the nape of Dom’s neck before tucking the coverlet around him and slipping out of bed. He dresses quickly, yet silently, running his small fingers though his gingery hair in an attempt to smooth it down, then stealthily exits the bedroom, leaving Dom to sleep.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
It takes Billy more than five minutes to locate his sister, searching every room in the flat without success before moving downstairs to look. The book shop is quiet and very peaceful, the morning sun bathing the front windows in golden light. Billy finally finds Maggie in a comfortable chair in the World History section with a book in her lap, and a cup of tea resting on the small, glossy table in front of her.
“Good morning,” Billy says as he draws near, sinking into the chair across from her. “I wondered where you went.”
Heat rises in Maggie’s cheeks, and she ducks her head to avert her eyes for a moment. “I thought the two of you could use some privacy,” she replies, the corners of her cherubic mouth quirking up.
“I’m sorry,” Billy offers apologetically. “We got a wee bit carried away.”
Recalling the passionate sounds of pleasure that she’d heard, from both men, Maggie nods. “So I gathered.”
“How much did you hear?” Billy asks, curiosity getting the better of him, despite his embarrassment.
“Enough to know that you two have an active and fulfilling sex life,” Maggie tells him. “Very active.”
“Mags!”
“What?” she asks with mock innocence. “It’s not like you were quiet.”
Billy remembers how loud Dom was, especially near the end when orgasm was so deliciously close, the wanton cries of pleasure that filled the air, and then he blushes. They’d forgotten that they weren’t alone, and surrendered to their passion for one another.
“You’re deeply in love, and you enjoy making love,” Maggie adds gently, her voice tender and soothing. “Dom certainly seems to love what you’re doing.”
“We forgot you were here,” Billy explains. “Or we never would’ve been so-”
“Vocal?” Maggie supplies helpfully. “While that wouldn’t be my number one choice of things to hear, knowing that you connect on so many levels, physically and emotionally, makes me feel good. You’re in good hands with him.”
“And you’re a good sister, Margaret Boyd,” Billy tells her, the depth of his emotions clear in his eyes. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Would you like some breakfast?” Billy asks, needing to change the subject. “Dom should be awake soon, and-”
“That would be lovely,” Maggie interjects. “I just want to finish this chapter.”
“Of course. Take your time.”
“I’ll bring down my handbag later to pay for the book,” she adds.
Billy laughs. “No, you won’t. You like the book, it’s yours.”
“Billy!” she admonishes. “This is your business, the way you make your living. I will not take away from your profits.”
“I’m not taking your money,” Billy retorts. “The book is a gift.”
“But-”
“It’s Sunday, Mags. The shop is closed,” he adds, softer now. “Please.”
Reluctantly acquiescing, Maggie nods. “All right. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.”
Rising to his feet, Billy presses a kiss to her cheek before heading back upstairs to make porridge for breakfast. Maggie watches him go, a soft, tender smile lighting up her face.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Billy is standing in front of the cooker, stirring a pot of porridge and watching it thicken when Dom opens the bedroom door and begins making his way down the hall to the kitchen. As he enters the room, he inhales deeply, drawing in the aroma of fresh coffee and sighing with contentment.
“Mmmm. You made coffee.”
“Good morning, Dommie,” Billy says warmly before looking over his shoulder at the younger man. An instant later his eyes flash wide, and his mouth begins to water.
The reason for Billy’s stunned silence is more than likely the clothing Dom’s chosen to wear this morning. His feet are bare, low slung blue jeans are riding on his hips, and the finishing touch is one of the sleeveless white undershirts that Billy bought him last winter. The ribbed cotton hugs his lean torso like a lover, clinging to every firm inch, and his wrists slender are adorned with rings of black leather. Without saying a word, Billy turns down the heat under the porridge before crossing the room and wrapping his arms around Dom’s narrow waist.
“Morning Bills,” Dom replies quietly, his expression soft and unmistakably intimate.
Dom slides his long arms around Billy’s shoulders as their mouths meet, lips parting and tongues touching lazily. When Billy’s hands slide up and down the length of his back in long, tender caresses, Dom lets out a soft murmur of approval and curls into Billy’s body, cuddling closer.
“Where’s Maggie?” Dom asks when they finally part.
“That’s not the response I was looking for, when I’m kissing the man I love,” Billy teases. “But, uh, while we’re on the subject of my sister-”
“She heard us, didn’t she?” Dom supplies quietly, unable to stop himself from cringing a little.
“Let’s just say that my prowess as a lover is certainly not in question,” Billy replies with a chuckle. “And just so you know, I don’t regret making love with you this morning. Not for one second.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” Dom says, almost shyly.
“It was wonderful, love,” Billy tells him. “You’re a very sexy man, one who is constantly surprising me.”
“You know, when I woke up again, you weren’t in bed with me,” Dom says, a long finger sliding over the bow of Billy’s upper lip. “Then I remembered why you wouldn’t be. You’d be making sure Maggie was all right. You’re always so thoughtful, taking care of the people you care about.”
“The people I love,” Billy corrects, then captures Dom’s mouth in a hot kiss.
Unbeknownst to the lovers, Maggie finishes climbing the stairs to the flat above the book shop, and upon arriving at the doorway to the kitchen, she stops short, her gaze locked on the kissing couple. Dom tips his head slightly to the left, and then Billy deepens the intimate exchange, eliciting a whimpering, happy sigh when his pointy tongue slides between Dom’s lips.
The kiss continues until Billy’s hand slides over Dom’s bicep, and the younger man can’t quite suppress a flinch. Instantly, Billy withdraws his hand, revealing a dark bruise to the soft skin, and his brow furrows, an apology forming on his lips. It’s clear to Maggie that the injury is not something that happened this morning, judging by the look on both Billy and Dom’s faces. Additionally, the finger-shaped bruises are far too large to be Billy’s, and Maggie’s willing to bet that the bruise is the reason why the couple were especially clingy in the pub last night. After they returned from the loo, Billy was very protective, and Dom seemed more than relieved to have Billy close to him at all times.
“I’m sorry, love,” Billy murmurs, carefully stroking the skin above the bruise, not wanting to cause more pain.
“I wasn’t your fault,” Dom tells him gently. “You stopped him before anything else happened. It’s just a bruise. It’ll heal and fade. I’ll be fine.”
“I know, I just-”
“Weren’t you kissing me?” Dom interjects, and then guides their mouths together, arms winding around the older man.
Silently, Maggie takes a moment to watch them, enthralled at the joy she’s witnessing, how much in love they are. Not wanting to interrupt them, Maggie backs away, out of sight, and when she’s in the foyer, she clears her throat.
“Breakfast smells wonderful,” she calls out. “Do I have time to make a fresh cup of tea?”
By the time she returns to the kitchen, they’ve made themselves presentable, Dom now wearing a zippered jumper over his undershirt. Additionally, Billy’s lips appear to be a wee bit rosier than usual, and Dom’s breathing is a little unsteady.
“It’ll be a few minutes,” Billy replies. “You have plenty of time.”
Maggie finds it amusing that Dom and Billy are making a valiant attempt to behave themselves, especially since they’ve got company, but are continually drawn to one another, needing to touch at all times.
“Good morning, Maggie,” Dom says with a smile.
“Aye,” she replies. “It’s a very good morning.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
All too soon, the week is over, and the day of Maggie’s flight back to Scotland arrives. Dom is forced to say goodbye at breakfast, as he has a full day of uni classes, and is unable to accompany them to the airport. Of course, Maggie understands, and takes a couple of minutes to thank Dom for arranging the trip, drawing him close for a hug, and a teasing ruffle of his hair. A quick kiss is pressed to both Billy’s and Maggie’s cheek, and then Dom is bounding down the stairs, slipping out the back door to catch the bus and go to school.
Shortly after Mark takes his lunch break, Billy loads Maggie’s luggage into the boot of the car and it’s when they’re making the journey to the airport that Maggie brings up a subject she’s been avoiding for several days.
“He’s very different from Viggo,” she begins. “And Alison, for that matter.”
“Aye, he is,” Billy agrees his brow furrowing as he’s not quite sure where Maggie is going with this. “He’s unique.”
“I remember how you were after you ended the engagement, and I resented Viggo for a long time because of it,” Maggie adds.
“I know,” Billy replies, shaking his head at the memory. “I figured you blamed him for the mess I made of my life.”
“And then that ended, and I wasn’t sure if you’d ever find someone to share your life with.”
“The same thought crossed my mind,” Billy admits. “I’d already hurt two people I cared so much about. I was nervous about trying for a third time.”
“Well, I think you’d be a fool to let Dom get away, because anyone who’s seen you together can tell that you’re made for each other,” Maggie tells him. “I really mean that.”
“Thanks, Mags.”
“If there’s anything I can do, will you tell me?” she requests. “I like seeing you happy, and I’d like to do whatever I can to make sure you stay that way.”
“We’re doing well,” Billy promises her. “We’re still learning and finding our way, but I think we get closer with every struggle we overcome together.”
“And Viggo’s okay with it?” Maggie prods, almost tentatively. “It can’t be easy, being Dom’s doctor when you two are-”
“He’s seeing someone,” Billy explains when she trails off. “A veterinarian that he met at the park.”
“Oh.”
“I think that’s part of why Dom and I are doing better,” Billy adds. “I was holding onto a lot of guilt, because of how I hurt Vig. He forgave me, a long time ago, but I had trouble forgiving myself.”
“Oh, Billy-”
“I talked to Dom’s therapist, and it helped. She helped me realize that the guilt I was carrying meant I had a wall up, and that Dom was being denied part of my heart,” Billy continues his voice catching. “I wanted better for him. I’ll do anything to make sure Dom is happy, that he has everything that he needs.”
“So, any plans for the future?” Maggie asks, batting her eyes innocently, hoping to hear what may be in store.
Billy grins. “Aye. When the time is right. Dom’s got a lot going on right now. I can wait.”
It dawns on Maggie what Billy is alluding to, and her eyes widen. Billy stops for a red light, and then looks over to meet her surprised gaze.
“Aye,” Billy confirms, seeing the question in her eyes. “He’s the one.”
Smiling widely and her eyes bright with joy, Maggie nods her understanding. “I want the first invitation,” she tells him as she dabs at the moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes. “And when he says yes, I want a phone call. I don’t care what time it is.”
Billy throws back his head and laughs before agreeing to her request.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Chapter 20