FIC: Took You Bloody Long Enough (1/1)
Rating: PG for content, R for language. (My Dom and Billy love to swear. :D)
Summary: ConfusedDenialBilly and SexyImpatientDom. First time together (like that).
Notes: Thank you to Carley for beta-ing and Britishizing where it needed! *huggles* This fic takes place directly after Dom's appearance on Jimmy Kimmel a couple months ago. Yes, it took me that long to write. *is slow*
Comments NEEDED. ROFL
Billy's soft chuckle grew to outright laughter when Dominic opened the green room door and walked - no, VOGUED in. "Oh, Jesus. What the hell're you doin'?"
"What? You've never seen a man ButchQueenFemme before? You really need to get out more," Dom smirked, continuing to sashay across the room and stop to pose every few steps in an actually quite graceful imitation of Willie Ninja. As his hips made small circles on the axis of his spine, the fabric of his trousers shifted slightly over his skin, a few inches of which were visible when he raised his arms over his head. An observation Billy chalked up to the experience of seeing his best mate gyrate about as if he were auditioning for Cirque Du Soleil. He steadfastly ignored the small voice in the back of his head that claimed he'd recently been noticing these types of things about Dom quite frequently. 'Nothing good can come of listening to voices only you can hear,' or so Billy told himself.
He shook his head slightly and grinned. "Do you purposely act like the gayest thing on the planet? Or is it purely accidental?" he asked, his eyebrows questioning as he leaned back into the couch and stared up at Dom with shiny amusement.
Pausing mid-twirl, Dom flashed a mock hurt glance at him. "Really, Bills, I'm wounded," he said... then broke into a lewd reflection of Billy's grin as he slid his blazer off, carelessly letting it fall to the floor. "You know I'm an equal opportunity offender." And blew a loud smacking kiss at the bemused Scotsman, who snorted in reply.
"Of course, how could I forget? Silly me. I mean, it's not like you were out there talking about kissing men, or consoling your male coworkers with cuddles, or anything like that. What was I thinking?" Billy’s lips pursed in an attempt to feign serious confusion... or in subconscious response to the thrown kiss. One or the other.
"Exactly," Dom exclaimed, and then dived onto the couch without warning, landing, half on Billy, with a flop. "Anyway, did you notice how just the slightest mention that you were back here made the fangirls go completely fuckin' bonkers? I think that's all most of them will remember," he continued with a laugh. He acted like it was completely natural that he was resting the back of his head on Billy's shoulder and nearly reclining in his lap, because, well... it was.
After taking a deep breath to refill his lungs with the air Dom had forced out of them with his crash landing, Billy pushed out a chuckle and replied, "Yes, but personally I think most of that squealing was from hearing the names 'Orlando' and 'Elijah'." As he spoke, his arm found life of its own and squirmed out from under Dom's back, ending up around Dom's shoulder instead with the palm of his hand on top of the younger man's head.
Dom half-turned under Billy's hand to look his friend in the eye, though somewhat tilted-like, and shot him a disbelieving but cheeky look. "Oh come off it, you know those girls' dreams are filled with hot Dom-n-Billy action."
Billy couldn’t have stopped himself from scoffing if he had tried, nor stopped the flare of heat that started to spread in his stomach as he answered, "Not everyone is as much of a perverted wanker as you are, which anyone who's stayed with you for a couple of days can attest to, I'm sure. At least to the wanker part."
"So I guess those voices screaming 'KISS HIM' at the last 20 conventions were just in our heads, then?"
"I -"
"Besides," Dom interrupted, "Orli and Lij got no reaction from the crowd. They were too busy changing their panties to notice." And he smirked.
Billy opened his mouth to reply, shut it, and then opened it again. "Do you have a point, or do I have to call Viggo to come assault you with his wooden leg?"
Dom's smirk softened into a smile as he nestled back into Billy. "I'm just saying that you and I seem to be irresistible together, is all."
"Uh huh... right..." Billy blinked, trying to calm the new mass of emotions roiling inside of him with an inner pep talk while he stalled. 'Whatever you think you're feeling, you're not. This is your best mate, you're not going to fuck that up because of a stupid infatuation. Stop acting like a bleeding schoolgirl and just forget it.' "You trying to say you have a crush on me, then?" 'Damn. That didn't really work.'
Sighing dramatically, Dom batted his eyes and replied in his usual lighthearted tone, "Always have, sadly... but it shall continue to be unrequited, since you won't admit I'm a drop-dead hot piece of arse." And he pouted. Quite sexily.
'Please, God, do not let me be staring at his mouth.' Aiming for a matching playful attitude, instead he said aloud with what he hoped was not a noticeably forced laugh, "Please, you're a fucking nutter is what you are." Billy punctuated his statement with a light shove of his free hand, trying to edge Dom off his lap and out of the present conversation. Maybe changing the subject would restore some semblance of sanity. "If you're quite done, we should probably -"
"William doth protest too much, methinks..." is all he heard before Dom was twisting around to face him. Suddenly Billy was pinned between the leather material of the couch and his best friend, who somehow had managed to turn in such a way that he was now almost straddling Billy, who was trying to think of anything but that fact.
"Oi! Get the hell off meeeeeheeHEEEEE!!" The last bit of Billy's sentence was stretched into a high-pitched giggle, bordering on a squeal, when Dom's fingers found their way slightly underneath the hem of Billy's shirt and started to tickle his sides mercilessly. This caused Billy to squirm and push up against the tickling offender... which he quickly realized was not a good idea considering the positioning of their hips at the moment. He tried to wriggle out as he gasped for a breath and laughed, "Dom! Stop it!!"
To which Dom just grinned mischievously and shook his head, inching his fingers higher up and anchoring himself more firmly on top of Billy's thighs. "Nope, sorry mate, can't do it. Not 'til you say it."
"Say... what??"
Dom's smirk widened to almost evil proportions. "That I'm fucking gorgeous and you wanna shag me senseless. The truth will set you free, Bills." He dug his fingers under Billy's arms, and was rewarded with a louder laugh and wilder squirm from the man beneath him.
Billy somehow managed to keep enough of a straight face to look at Dom as if he'd grown a second head. "A-a-are you INSANE?" he attempted to ask between helpless laughs and insults. "Your agent's go-g-onna be in here any s-s-econd... fuckin' hell! And I think this situation c-could be highly misinterpreted, oh my god, you BASTARD." Then he collapsed into giggling again as Dom redoubled his efforts. 'Not to mention that if you keep talking like that, I won't have to say a damn thing. You'll be able to feel my response, the way you're straddling me.'
"Well, then I guess you'd better hurry up and say it, yeah?" Billy could almost swear that Dom was leaning in closer as he said this, but considering all the squirming he was doing himself, it was pretty hard to tell.
He pushed out a sigh. "Fine, if it'll shut you up and get you OFF me." And suddenly Dom's fingers stopped, but didn't move away from his skin. Having Dom touching him like that, without tickling, caused Billy's brain to come to a momentary full stop. "Uh... right. Fine then, if you need your ego stroked that badly." He swallowed dryly and closed his eyes in mock defeat, though really it was so he wouldn't have to look at the triumphant expression on Dom's face. "I'm nearly blinded by your beauty and all I can think about is having my way with you, OK, you mad git? Now will you PLEASE let me the fuck up." Trying not to think about how easily those words came, he opened his eyes to glare at his younger friend, who just sat on top of him, smiling.
"There now, was that so hard?" Dom asked, grinning his head off. Billy had just enough time to think to himself, 'Thought I'd seen all Dom's smiles, but that's a new one, innit? What does he -'
Then Dominic was kissing him. An honest to God, full on the mouth, heated kiss. With just a hint of a tongue. Before Billy could get a full grasp on the situation, he realized he had quite a full grasp on Dom and was kissing him back, and now there was quite a lot of tongue, actually. Something inside his head just clicked and all he could think was 'Finally.' After that, he gave up on trying to think all together.
Dom's fingers moved under Billy's shirt, caressing his skin like it was the first time they had touched. The two men pressed together firmly, moving slightly against each other, Billy's hands grappling for a tighter hold on any part of the young Englishman he could reach. Dom groaned against the other man's lips and sucked hungrily at his tongue, soft caresses turning to needful urgency. A muffled sigh escaped the kiss, though neither of them could have said which man it came from. Billy slid his hand under Dom's shirt, gripping tightly to his back and pulling the younger man hard on top of him, his nails gently digging into the skin of Dom's shoulders like his life depended on feeling him pressed against every inch of his body. His hold only relaxed when Dom's mouth and fingers returned to gentle easy movements.
Slowly, and with a light nip, Dom eventually pulled back from Billy's lips and breathed deeply. "Mmmm..." he murmured low in his throat, his eyes opening languidly and slowly focusing on the man underneath him, "Took you bloody long enough." His smile was contented.
"What?" Billy panted softly, his mind reeling as it slowly returned to Earth. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. He tasted like Dom.
"To figure out what you wanted... what we both wanted." He stared at the Scotsman intently, fingers still drifting softly over his skin. "I saw you watching me, having this argument inside yourself ever since Ali. At first I figured I'd let you be and just drop some hints to get you to come 'round. But you're far too fucking stubborn, so I, of course, had to take action." And there was that signature cheeky grin.
Billy could barely believe they were having this conversation. "And you decided that action should be forcing yourself on me, then, eh?" His arms were still around the other man, and he rubbed Dom's shoulders gently without even thinking about it.
He got a smirk in reply. "Right, like you were so trapped. If you didn't want me on you, you would have just Jute Kwan Do-ed my arse within the first 5 seconds."
"Jeet Kune Do." The martial arts expert corrected him absently, and for at least the millionth time since they met.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. And... speaking of my arse, I believe that was your hand groping me, unless Jimmy Kimmel snuck in here while we were preoccupied. So I'm not going to buy the innocent victim routine."
Billy chuckled, his face flushing slightly at the comment. He looked up to stare deeply into Dom's eyes and was suddenly uncertain. "So..." He swallowed nervously. "Um. What does this... mean... exactly?"
The smirk Dom had on his face eased into a serious but loving expression. "It means that you have to stop thinking so much about what everything means." He slid his hand up farther under the older man's shirt, resting his palm over Billy's heart and pausing to feel it beat. "It means that you have to start listening to this more. Just... let go and feel. Your heart will tell you what you need to know."
Billy just stared at Dom for a few moments, taking everything in. Then he leaned up and gave him a firm lingering kiss, placing a hand over Dom's through his shirt. "It's telling me... that we need to get back to the hotel so we can feel a bit more."
Dom's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Now you've got the idea." He pressed his lips to Billy's in a quick peck as they crawled off the couch.
As they grabbed their coats and left the green room, Billy couldn't help but wish that he had stopped thinking so much a hell of a lot sooner.
Summary: ConfusedDenialBilly and SexyImpatientDom. First time together (like that).
Notes: Thank you to Carley for beta-ing and Britishizing where it needed! *huggles* This fic takes place directly after Dom's appearance on Jimmy Kimmel a couple months ago. Yes, it took me that long to write. *is slow*
Comments NEEDED. ROFL
Billy's soft chuckle grew to outright laughter when Dominic opened the green room door and walked - no, VOGUED in. "Oh, Jesus. What the hell're you doin'?"
"What? You've never seen a man ButchQueenFemme before? You really need to get out more," Dom smirked, continuing to sashay across the room and stop to pose every few steps in an actually quite graceful imitation of Willie Ninja. As his hips made small circles on the axis of his spine, the fabric of his trousers shifted slightly over his skin, a few inches of which were visible when he raised his arms over his head. An observation Billy chalked up to the experience of seeing his best mate gyrate about as if he were auditioning for Cirque Du Soleil. He steadfastly ignored the small voice in the back of his head that claimed he'd recently been noticing these types of things about Dom quite frequently. 'Nothing good can come of listening to voices only you can hear,' or so Billy told himself.
He shook his head slightly and grinned. "Do you purposely act like the gayest thing on the planet? Or is it purely accidental?" he asked, his eyebrows questioning as he leaned back into the couch and stared up at Dom with shiny amusement.
Pausing mid-twirl, Dom flashed a mock hurt glance at him. "Really, Bills, I'm wounded," he said... then broke into a lewd reflection of Billy's grin as he slid his blazer off, carelessly letting it fall to the floor. "You know I'm an equal opportunity offender." And blew a loud smacking kiss at the bemused Scotsman, who snorted in reply.
"Of course, how could I forget? Silly me. I mean, it's not like you were out there talking about kissing men, or consoling your male coworkers with cuddles, or anything like that. What was I thinking?" Billy’s lips pursed in an attempt to feign serious confusion... or in subconscious response to the thrown kiss. One or the other.
"Exactly," Dom exclaimed, and then dived onto the couch without warning, landing, half on Billy, with a flop. "Anyway, did you notice how just the slightest mention that you were back here made the fangirls go completely fuckin' bonkers? I think that's all most of them will remember," he continued with a laugh. He acted like it was completely natural that he was resting the back of his head on Billy's shoulder and nearly reclining in his lap, because, well... it was.
After taking a deep breath to refill his lungs with the air Dom had forced out of them with his crash landing, Billy pushed out a chuckle and replied, "Yes, but personally I think most of that squealing was from hearing the names 'Orlando' and 'Elijah'." As he spoke, his arm found life of its own and squirmed out from under Dom's back, ending up around Dom's shoulder instead with the palm of his hand on top of the younger man's head.
Dom half-turned under Billy's hand to look his friend in the eye, though somewhat tilted-like, and shot him a disbelieving but cheeky look. "Oh come off it, you know those girls' dreams are filled with hot Dom-n-Billy action."
Billy couldn’t have stopped himself from scoffing if he had tried, nor stopped the flare of heat that started to spread in his stomach as he answered, "Not everyone is as much of a perverted wanker as you are, which anyone who's stayed with you for a couple of days can attest to, I'm sure. At least to the wanker part."
"So I guess those voices screaming 'KISS HIM' at the last 20 conventions were just in our heads, then?"
"I -"
"Besides," Dom interrupted, "Orli and Lij got no reaction from the crowd. They were too busy changing their panties to notice." And he smirked.
Billy opened his mouth to reply, shut it, and then opened it again. "Do you have a point, or do I have to call Viggo to come assault you with his wooden leg?"
Dom's smirk softened into a smile as he nestled back into Billy. "I'm just saying that you and I seem to be irresistible together, is all."
"Uh huh... right..." Billy blinked, trying to calm the new mass of emotions roiling inside of him with an inner pep talk while he stalled. 'Whatever you think you're feeling, you're not. This is your best mate, you're not going to fuck that up because of a stupid infatuation. Stop acting like a bleeding schoolgirl and just forget it.' "You trying to say you have a crush on me, then?" 'Damn. That didn't really work.'
Sighing dramatically, Dom batted his eyes and replied in his usual lighthearted tone, "Always have, sadly... but it shall continue to be unrequited, since you won't admit I'm a drop-dead hot piece of arse." And he pouted. Quite sexily.
'Please, God, do not let me be staring at his mouth.' Aiming for a matching playful attitude, instead he said aloud with what he hoped was not a noticeably forced laugh, "Please, you're a fucking nutter is what you are." Billy punctuated his statement with a light shove of his free hand, trying to edge Dom off his lap and out of the present conversation. Maybe changing the subject would restore some semblance of sanity. "If you're quite done, we should probably -"
"William doth protest too much, methinks..." is all he heard before Dom was twisting around to face him. Suddenly Billy was pinned between the leather material of the couch and his best friend, who somehow had managed to turn in such a way that he was now almost straddling Billy, who was trying to think of anything but that fact.
"Oi! Get the hell off meeeeeheeHEEEEE!!" The last bit of Billy's sentence was stretched into a high-pitched giggle, bordering on a squeal, when Dom's fingers found their way slightly underneath the hem of Billy's shirt and started to tickle his sides mercilessly. This caused Billy to squirm and push up against the tickling offender... which he quickly realized was not a good idea considering the positioning of their hips at the moment. He tried to wriggle out as he gasped for a breath and laughed, "Dom! Stop it!!"
To which Dom just grinned mischievously and shook his head, inching his fingers higher up and anchoring himself more firmly on top of Billy's thighs. "Nope, sorry mate, can't do it. Not 'til you say it."
"Say... what??"
Dom's smirk widened to almost evil proportions. "That I'm fucking gorgeous and you wanna shag me senseless. The truth will set you free, Bills." He dug his fingers under Billy's arms, and was rewarded with a louder laugh and wilder squirm from the man beneath him.
Billy somehow managed to keep enough of a straight face to look at Dom as if he'd grown a second head. "A-a-are you INSANE?" he attempted to ask between helpless laughs and insults. "Your agent's go-g-onna be in here any s-s-econd... fuckin' hell! And I think this situation c-could be highly misinterpreted, oh my god, you BASTARD." Then he collapsed into giggling again as Dom redoubled his efforts. 'Not to mention that if you keep talking like that, I won't have to say a damn thing. You'll be able to feel my response, the way you're straddling me.'
"Well, then I guess you'd better hurry up and say it, yeah?" Billy could almost swear that Dom was leaning in closer as he said this, but considering all the squirming he was doing himself, it was pretty hard to tell.
He pushed out a sigh. "Fine, if it'll shut you up and get you OFF me." And suddenly Dom's fingers stopped, but didn't move away from his skin. Having Dom touching him like that, without tickling, caused Billy's brain to come to a momentary full stop. "Uh... right. Fine then, if you need your ego stroked that badly." He swallowed dryly and closed his eyes in mock defeat, though really it was so he wouldn't have to look at the triumphant expression on Dom's face. "I'm nearly blinded by your beauty and all I can think about is having my way with you, OK, you mad git? Now will you PLEASE let me the fuck up." Trying not to think about how easily those words came, he opened his eyes to glare at his younger friend, who just sat on top of him, smiling.
"There now, was that so hard?" Dom asked, grinning his head off. Billy had just enough time to think to himself, 'Thought I'd seen all Dom's smiles, but that's a new one, innit? What does he -'
Then Dominic was kissing him. An honest to God, full on the mouth, heated kiss. With just a hint of a tongue. Before Billy could get a full grasp on the situation, he realized he had quite a full grasp on Dom and was kissing him back, and now there was quite a lot of tongue, actually. Something inside his head just clicked and all he could think was 'Finally.' After that, he gave up on trying to think all together.
Dom's fingers moved under Billy's shirt, caressing his skin like it was the first time they had touched. The two men pressed together firmly, moving slightly against each other, Billy's hands grappling for a tighter hold on any part of the young Englishman he could reach. Dom groaned against the other man's lips and sucked hungrily at his tongue, soft caresses turning to needful urgency. A muffled sigh escaped the kiss, though neither of them could have said which man it came from. Billy slid his hand under Dom's shirt, gripping tightly to his back and pulling the younger man hard on top of him, his nails gently digging into the skin of Dom's shoulders like his life depended on feeling him pressed against every inch of his body. His hold only relaxed when Dom's mouth and fingers returned to gentle easy movements.
Slowly, and with a light nip, Dom eventually pulled back from Billy's lips and breathed deeply. "Mmmm..." he murmured low in his throat, his eyes opening languidly and slowly focusing on the man underneath him, "Took you bloody long enough." His smile was contented.
"What?" Billy panted softly, his mind reeling as it slowly returned to Earth. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. He tasted like Dom.
"To figure out what you wanted... what we both wanted." He stared at the Scotsman intently, fingers still drifting softly over his skin. "I saw you watching me, having this argument inside yourself ever since Ali. At first I figured I'd let you be and just drop some hints to get you to come 'round. But you're far too fucking stubborn, so I, of course, had to take action." And there was that signature cheeky grin.
Billy could barely believe they were having this conversation. "And you decided that action should be forcing yourself on me, then, eh?" His arms were still around the other man, and he rubbed Dom's shoulders gently without even thinking about it.
He got a smirk in reply. "Right, like you were so trapped. If you didn't want me on you, you would have just Jute Kwan Do-ed my arse within the first 5 seconds."
"Jeet Kune Do." The martial arts expert corrected him absently, and for at least the millionth time since they met.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. And... speaking of my arse, I believe that was your hand groping me, unless Jimmy Kimmel snuck in here while we were preoccupied. So I'm not going to buy the innocent victim routine."
Billy chuckled, his face flushing slightly at the comment. He looked up to stare deeply into Dom's eyes and was suddenly uncertain. "So..." He swallowed nervously. "Um. What does this... mean... exactly?"
The smirk Dom had on his face eased into a serious but loving expression. "It means that you have to stop thinking so much about what everything means." He slid his hand up farther under the older man's shirt, resting his palm over Billy's heart and pausing to feel it beat. "It means that you have to start listening to this more. Just... let go and feel. Your heart will tell you what you need to know."
Billy just stared at Dom for a few moments, taking everything in. Then he leaned up and gave him a firm lingering kiss, placing a hand over Dom's through his shirt. "It's telling me... that we need to get back to the hotel so we can feel a bit more."
Dom's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Now you've got the idea." He pressed his lips to Billy's in a quick peck as they crawled off the couch.
As they grabbed their coats and left the green room, Billy couldn't help but wish that he had stopped thinking so much a hell of a lot sooner.