The First Time (Part One of Four, NC-17)
Title: The First Time
Author: Mirabile Dictu
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: Everybody. Absolutely everybody.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Fellowship's first time.
Disclaimer: This is so not true.
A/N: Beta by my dearest darling the empress_wu and by the wonderful princessofg. They both worked so hard on this one, and at a time when they're both so busy; I don't know how to thank them for their hard work and kindness.
The First Time
Their first time seemed preordained, and absolutely inevitable. They were meant for each other, maybe even made for each other, and they would never ever be separated. "Was like some old French movie, eh, Bills?" Dom would later say, and Billy would nod.
They first hugged the day that Dom finally arrived, the last one to show up, until Vig, of course, but that was different, Dom was expected, and Billy had been waiting impatiently for so long and now finally he was here, Dom was here, and Billy reached out to him, and Dom reached out to Billy. "You're my cousin Pip," he said, and Billy grabbed him and hung on. "Yeah, an' you're my cousin Merry," he said, and they hugged, right there, right then, while Lij and Sean beamed at them, arms around each other in pleasure.
They left the fitting for a beer, and then a meal, and then spent the afternoon walking the streets of Wellington, just talking, laughing, and staring at each other. Dom couldn't believe it, and he kept saying so. "Bills, I can't believe this; you know we knew each other in another life, right? In other lives, over and over and over again."
And Billy would smile and cast his eyes down, a gesture that melted Dom's heart, and that was pretty much all it took for them.
Two nights later, in Dom's hotel room, Billy sat next to him and took his hand. He raised his head and looked into Dom's pink face and they smiled at each other. Billy couldn't believe he was going to do this, but it seemed inevitable, he knew he would sooner or later, and he couldn't bear to wait a minute more, so he leaned forward, just a little, just enough so Dom would know what he wanted, and paused. Dom's smile broadened and his blush deepened, but he leaned too, very slowly, as Billy cautiously tilted his head. "Yeah," Dom breathed, and they smiled at each other before very carefully placing their lips together.
For a few seconds, they remained motionless, Dom trying not to hyperventilate. Then Billy moaned and gently moved his lips against Dom's. He licked at them, and Dom opened his mouth, and Billy pressed against him harder, sliding his hand behind Dom's head, cupping his skull. Billy moaned again, embarrassed by the noises he was making, but Dom felt so good in his arms, he tasted so good in his mouth, that Billy only knew he wanted more, he wanted so much.
When they broke off, both were flushed and breathing hard. "Oh, Bill," Dom said, but Billy didn't say a word, just kissed Dom again, harder, clutching at him. Dom's mouth tasted inevitable to him, and as sweet as morning. Dom pushed Billy down onto the sofa and stretched out right on top of him, putting a leg over him so their pricks lined up, and it felt brilliant, like nothing else. They didn't even have their clothes off and Billy was trembling with desire, gasping for air as they kissed and groped each other. He pushed his hand down the back of Dom's jeans and cupped his arse, pulling them closer together, his own hips lifting joyously.
His head fell back and he let Dom kiss his face, his lips, his throat. At last, Dom laid his head on Billy's chest and sighed. "Nothin' ever felt this good," Billy whispered into his ear, and Dom shivered. Raising his head, he looked into Billy's eyes; he was flushed, his eyes half open, his lips swollen. And Billy thought that Dom looked like everything he'd ever wanted but never had. He swallowed nervously, and then gently pushed at Dom so he rose a bit; he began to unbutton Dom's shirt. Dom exhaled sharply, then sat back and pulled the half-buttoned shirt over his head. He grabbed the hem of Billy's tee shirt and tugged it off. Then he flattened his hands on Billy's chest, lightly stroking him.
Billy smiled up at him and undid the button to Dom's jeans, then folded his fingers over the waistband. He awkwardly twisted his hand around so he could touch Dom's prick. It felt hot and thick; Dom groaned and put his hand over Billy's, pushing. It wasn't the first time Billy had touched another man's prick, but it was the first time he'd been completely sober, the first time he'd planned something like this, the first time with someone he thought he loved.
He wrapped his hand more firmly around Dom and slowly pulled. Dom made a sound Billy had never heard before and bent over to kiss him, their tongues meeting first. It was obscene, it was tender.
"Take them off," Billy said, tugging at Dom's jeans.
Dom jumped off Billy and wiggled out of his jeans and pants. He stood looking down at Billy, then knelt by the sofa and began undressing Billy, who helped by lifting his hips and wiggling, making Dom laugh. When Billy's trousers were at his knees, Dom stopped, put his hands on Billy's hipbones, and stared at his prick. His face was red and he was panting as if he'd run a mile. He slowly bent forward and Billy moaned, his hips rising helplessly to meet Dom, who moistened the head of his prick thoroughly, licking and sucking at it, before sliding it into his mouth.
Billy closed his eyes but instantly opened them: He couldn't miss watching this. Dom's mouth on his prick was the most delicious sensation he'd ever experienced, better than any pussy or hand, because it was Dom. Their eyes met and Dom froze for a few seconds. Billy licked his lips, and Dom smiled, then began moving again.
Billy knew he couldn't last long; the sensation was too powerful and, more than that, the sight was too erotic. When he felt very close, he put his hand on Dom's shoulder and gently moved him away. "Let's go to bed," he murmured, and Dom smiled. Billy wiggled his jeans off and, half-dancing his way to the bedroom, while Dom laughed appreciatively, walking backwards in front of him.
"Lookin' good," he said, waggling his eyebrows; Billy threw a sock at him, and then seized him around the waist.
"Not as good as you," Billy said, but then their pricks brushed and he gasped with shock and delight. "Oh, fuck, you are a handful." Dom laughed silently, wrapping his arms around Billy. "My handful," Billy said, and then kissed him.
Dom pulled him forward, into the bedroom, where Billy tried to push him onto the bed. Dom pivoted neatly and before Billy could react, he was on his back on the bed, Dom kneeling above him, one hand wrapped around Billy's right wrist, the other on Billy's chest, fingers threaded through the curly hair. Billy's free hand curled around the back of Dom's head, pulling him closer as they kissed.
Dom pulled back for a moment to look down at Billy, who tugged on Dom's hair. "This is it," Billy said, shocked at the tremor in his voice. Because he knew it was, it really was. "Come here, you," he said, and pulled Dom back down to him. "You're not going anywhere for a while."
"Why would I want to?" Dom asked him, biting at his chin, rubbing his nose against Billy's.
~ ~ ~
The first time Elijah touched Dom's dick was an accident. During a break, they had retreated to one of the many trailers on site and collapsed in exhaustion. Dom had undone the buttons of his trousers for comfort and, to Elijah's surprise, when Dom had rolled onto his side, his half-hard dick had nudged its way out the slit in his pants. Elijah's hand had just been there, innocently upturned, and Dom's dick basically fell into it.
Elijah's mouth went dry, and he instantly grew erect, so hard that it was uncomfortable. He wiggled, trying to adjust himself, but he didn't move his hand. Dom's dick got harder and Elijah hung on.
"Oh," Dom said, an indeterminate sound, neither encouragement nor discouragement, but Elijah knew that he liked having his dick touched, so wouldn't Dom? He took a deep breath and began to move his hand, deliberately sliding up and down, fascinated by the sensation of moving skin. Dom groaned and pushed into Elijah's hand.
Elijah loved the sense of power this gave him. He rolled onto his side, facing Dom, but still not meeting his eyes. He stared down into the dark space between them and put his other hand on Dom's hip to hold himself steady. He couldn't see much, which was frustrating, but what he could see was enthralling -- the glimpse of pale skin, the sensation of it growing harder and thicker in his hand, the aliveness of it. Dom's breathing grew heavier and louder, and Elijah grinned to himself.
Suddenly Dom's hand landed on Elijah's shoulder, gripping him hard. Elijah tried to pull away, afraid that Dom was angry at him taking liberties, but Dom pulled him closer, and then he was kissing Elijah, hard, thrusting his tongue into Elijah's mouth, and Elijah forgot all about the power of committing illicit if not illegal acts and only knew that Dom felt fantastic.
He felt Dom fumble at his own buttons and then shove his hand down the front of Elijah's hobbit trousers, seizing his dick. Dom's hand was the best thing Elijah had ever felt and now he was groaning, too, and kissing back as hard as he could, trying to convey to Dom how much he wanted this, how much more he needed.
They rolled closer together, and Elijah took his hands off Dom just long enough to unbutton and shove his trousers open, and then they began pushing together, the slide of their skin almost painfully hot with friction. "Fuck, Dom, oh," Elijah gasped, but Dom kept kissing him and rubbing him and then he came, masses of the stuff shooting out of him onto Dom and their trousers, shit, they'd be caught, but then Dom came and it felt amazing, the hot sticky stuff from another man.
When they slumped together, panting, Elijah was terrified that Dom would turn away, deny what had happened. "That was -- good," he said quickly, "it was so good, Dom, I --"
Dom kissed him, more leisurely now; Elijah found his kisses very reassuring. "It was fucking brilliant, Doodle," he whispered into Elijah's mouth. "Ready to go again?"
Oh, Christ, was he ready; he was already hard at Dom's words. He pushed his trousers down lower and kicked off one leg, then rolled on top of Dom, carefully aligning their dicks. "Fuck, yeah," he said, staring down at his friend. "Billy --"
"S'okay, promise. Just not now, 'kay?"
That was fine with Elijah. Thank God Dom's dick had fallen into his hand, he thought before becoming lost in the sensations again.
~ ~ ~
Billy got out of the cab at Elijah's. He squeezed Dom's shoulder, said "Cheers, mate," to Orlando.
"Uh," Elijah said, staring at Billy as the cab drove away.
"Let's go in," was all Billy said. Elijah nodded, and turned, feeling Billy following, as hot as a sun rising at his back. Once indoors, he stepped aside and watched Billy, who simply took off his jacket and tossed it onto a chair.
"Uh," Elijah said again, feeling like an idiot.
Billy walked to him and took the keys from his hand, tossing them onto the same chair, then turning back to face him. He stared at Elijah, first into his eyes, and then at his mouth. Elijah swallowed, and then licked his lips. "Yeah," Billy whispered, and reached up to gently touch Elijah's mouth. Elijah discovered he was breathing heavily.
Billy slowly leaned forward, his eyes flicking between Elijah's eyes and mouth, until his lips replaced the touch of his fingers. Lightly, lightly, he kissed Elijah, so softly it almost wasn't happening.
Elijah kissed him back, angling his head, opening his mouth, sucking on Billy's tongue. Billy's hand dropped to Elijah's shoulder, and then slid down to the small of his back and pulled him closer, so their chests and stomachs touched. Elijah felt himself grow hard almost instantly and pressed against Billy, excited to feel Billy's erection trapped between them.
"Why?" he murmured, holding Billy's shoulders. "I want to, yeah, oh, Bill, but why?"
Billy kissed him thoroughly and a bit fiercely. "You were with Dom, were ya not?"
"I'm sorry, he said it'd be okay --"
"Sh, shh. It's okay, yeah, but now we have to do this. D'ya mind?"
"Oh, fuck, no, Billy, I --"
"Sh, shh." He kissed Elijah quiet, and Elijah thought: This man knows how to kiss. Billy was thorough; his kisses were firm and soft, warm, not too wet, deep, passionate and powerful. He kissed Elijah's lips, licking at him, something Elijah thought he must have learned from Dom, or maybe Dom from Billy. He let himself be held and moved and kissed and touched, feeling oddly hesitant despite his growing excitement.
At last, Elijah pushed back at Billy. "Please, Bill. I want this, yeah, so much, but Dom."
Billy pulled Elijah back into his arms and kissed him again, lingering. "It's how things are with us, Lij. It's not somethin' I can really explain, not even to myself. But we want this, all three of us want this." He kissed Elijah again, rubbing his hands up and down Elijah's back. "Don't you?"
Elijah leaned into Billy's kiss, curling into his arms. "Yeah, please, you know I do."
"Then hush." Billy smiled and pushed him down the hallway.
Once in the bedroom, Elijah paused for a moment, looking around. Light from a nearby streetlight fell through the open window, flooding the room with a strange sulfur yellow. The light matched the surreal moment, the unreality of being here with Billy, with Dom's knowledge and consent, and yet Dom not here.
Except in spirit.
"Dom --" Elijah said again, and twisted his head to look back at Billy. Still in the hallway, his face was unreadable.
"It's all right; you know I wouldn't lie about this."
"No, it's not that. It's just --" But Elijah had to stop again. He couldn't bring himself to say the words, to admit what he wanted. He suddenly felt very young, standing in front of Billy, and far too inexperienced for the desires he felt.
Billy reached him, kissing the back of his neck as he wrapped his arms around Elijah. "What?" he whispered into Elijah's ear. Elijah shivered.
"Bed," was all he said.
"Oh, yeah." Billy gently pressed his knee into the back of Elijah's leg, encouraging him closer to the bed. "Come on," he coaxed, and leaned into Elijah, who began to giggle. "Oh, you like that?" Billy relaxed his arms and lightly tickled Elijah's sides. He twisted away, laughing, and fell on the bed, looking up expectantly at Billy. "That's where I want you," Billy said, and crawled over him.
Elijah linked his hands behind Billy's head and pulled him down for another kiss. Billy felt amazing; even though he was Elijah's size, somehow he felt bigger and stronger, his muscles firmer. He shivered from Billy's heat rolling off him; he smelt strongly of sweat and whisky, powerful aromas that excited Elijah. "You feel so good," he murmured between kisses. "Billy, dude."
Billy started to laugh. "Dude."
Elijah kissed him harder and Billy lay right on top of him, pressing down. Elijah opened his legs and wrapped around Billy; the weight was intoxicating, and Elijah groaned, all humor gone. He shimmied, his dick rubbed nearly raw with the pressure and friction. "Please," he whispered; "please."
"Yeah," Billy said again, reaching his hand between them and palming Elijah's erection. Elijah yelped with pleasure, thrusting up into the pressure. Billy folded his fingers into Elijah's jeans; their sweaty heat made Elijah shiver even harder. Billy tugged and Elijah wiggled, trying to crawl right out of his trousers, then he curled a bit, to make room between them so he could unzip Billy's jeans. "I got those," Billy murmured, and pushed them off quickly, rolling onto his back to kick. Then he rolled back onto his side, grinning at Elijah.
"On yer knees," he whispered. Elijah felt his eyes widen as he tried to imagine what would happen next. But he didn't hesitate; this was Billy, his friend, one of his closest friends, a brother, though that was a weird thought when he was about to stick his ass in the air in front of Billy. He took a deep breath, rolled over, and raised himself onto his hands and knees. Billy stroked his back firmly, paused at his waist, and then dragged his hand to cup Elijah's hip. They stared at each other, Elijah's breath loud in his own ears. Billy's hand felt hot, burning hot, and Elijah leaned into the sensation.
Still watching Elijah closely, Billy slid his hand further down and back. Elijah shivered, and closed his eyes. "Okay?" Billy asked. He opened his eyes and nodded. "Okay," he mouthed, but he wasn't sure. Billy's left hand curled around Elijah's ass, rubbing small circles, then wider, then slipping between his legs to finger Elijah's balls. Elijah groaned and half-collapsed forward. "Come here, come here," Billy whispered as he lay on his back. Elijah crawled over him, his dick bumping into Billy's hip, and he groaned again and pushed hard against him.
Billy's kisses were hot and distracting, but they could not prevent Elijah from being aware of the hands touching his body in places no one ever had touched him before, not even Dom. When Billy's fingers touched his asshole, he froze, but Billy continued to kiss him. "It's okay," Elijah said, more to himself than to Billy.
"Yes, it is," Billy said, and kissed Elijah's throat, and shoulder. He gently pushed Elijah back onto his side and began to kiss his way down Elijah's body, taking Elijah's arm and nuzzling the soft inner fold of his elbow, mouthing his wrist, sucking each finger, then returning to kiss his chest, then hip. "You're beautiful," he whispered, before sliding down to kiss the crease where Elijah's thigh met his ass.
Suddenly Elijah felt isolated and cold; Billy had slipped behind Elijah and in the few seconds apart, he felt alone and a little afraid. Then Billy put his hands on Elijah's hips again, and Elijah felt warm breath against his ass, and then Billy's lips, and tongue. "Oh, god!" he cried out in shock. Billy kissed the top of his cleft and burrowed his face into Elijah, licking at his hole, tracing the ridges with his tongue, and slowly worked his tongue inside.
Elijah trembled and sweated. He dropped his head and covered his eyes, feeling his blush beneath his hands. To his embarrassment, he realized he had widened his knees and was pushing back into Billy's face. Billy responded enthusiastically, thrusting his tongue deep into Elijah's ass. Elijah couldn't help but shove a pillow beneath him so he could push his dick against it, gasping at the friction. "Billy, Billy," he panted, "please, I want," but he could say no more, he was coming in hard jerks, almost painfully, but it felt so good, and even as he breathed a sigh, he wanted more, again, another, more, just so much more.
Billy rested his hands on Elijah's hip and back as he drew away. Elijah twisted his head back to watch, and reached out to pull Billy to him. "Wow," he said. "Do it again?"
Billy laughed, kissed him, and they did it again.
On to Part Two
Author: Mirabile Dictu
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: Everybody. Absolutely everybody.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Fellowship's first time.
Disclaimer: This is so not true.
A/N: Beta by my dearest darling the empress_wu and by the wonderful princessofg. They both worked so hard on this one, and at a time when they're both so busy; I don't know how to thank them for their hard work and kindness.
The First Time
Their first time seemed preordained, and absolutely inevitable. They were meant for each other, maybe even made for each other, and they would never ever be separated. "Was like some old French movie, eh, Bills?" Dom would later say, and Billy would nod.
They first hugged the day that Dom finally arrived, the last one to show up, until Vig, of course, but that was different, Dom was expected, and Billy had been waiting impatiently for so long and now finally he was here, Dom was here, and Billy reached out to him, and Dom reached out to Billy. "You're my cousin Pip," he said, and Billy grabbed him and hung on. "Yeah, an' you're my cousin Merry," he said, and they hugged, right there, right then, while Lij and Sean beamed at them, arms around each other in pleasure.
They left the fitting for a beer, and then a meal, and then spent the afternoon walking the streets of Wellington, just talking, laughing, and staring at each other. Dom couldn't believe it, and he kept saying so. "Bills, I can't believe this; you know we knew each other in another life, right? In other lives, over and over and over again."
And Billy would smile and cast his eyes down, a gesture that melted Dom's heart, and that was pretty much all it took for them.
Two nights later, in Dom's hotel room, Billy sat next to him and took his hand. He raised his head and looked into Dom's pink face and they smiled at each other. Billy couldn't believe he was going to do this, but it seemed inevitable, he knew he would sooner or later, and he couldn't bear to wait a minute more, so he leaned forward, just a little, just enough so Dom would know what he wanted, and paused. Dom's smile broadened and his blush deepened, but he leaned too, very slowly, as Billy cautiously tilted his head. "Yeah," Dom breathed, and they smiled at each other before very carefully placing their lips together.
For a few seconds, they remained motionless, Dom trying not to hyperventilate. Then Billy moaned and gently moved his lips against Dom's. He licked at them, and Dom opened his mouth, and Billy pressed against him harder, sliding his hand behind Dom's head, cupping his skull. Billy moaned again, embarrassed by the noises he was making, but Dom felt so good in his arms, he tasted so good in his mouth, that Billy only knew he wanted more, he wanted so much.
When they broke off, both were flushed and breathing hard. "Oh, Bill," Dom said, but Billy didn't say a word, just kissed Dom again, harder, clutching at him. Dom's mouth tasted inevitable to him, and as sweet as morning. Dom pushed Billy down onto the sofa and stretched out right on top of him, putting a leg over him so their pricks lined up, and it felt brilliant, like nothing else. They didn't even have their clothes off and Billy was trembling with desire, gasping for air as they kissed and groped each other. He pushed his hand down the back of Dom's jeans and cupped his arse, pulling them closer together, his own hips lifting joyously.
His head fell back and he let Dom kiss his face, his lips, his throat. At last, Dom laid his head on Billy's chest and sighed. "Nothin' ever felt this good," Billy whispered into his ear, and Dom shivered. Raising his head, he looked into Billy's eyes; he was flushed, his eyes half open, his lips swollen. And Billy thought that Dom looked like everything he'd ever wanted but never had. He swallowed nervously, and then gently pushed at Dom so he rose a bit; he began to unbutton Dom's shirt. Dom exhaled sharply, then sat back and pulled the half-buttoned shirt over his head. He grabbed the hem of Billy's tee shirt and tugged it off. Then he flattened his hands on Billy's chest, lightly stroking him.
Billy smiled up at him and undid the button to Dom's jeans, then folded his fingers over the waistband. He awkwardly twisted his hand around so he could touch Dom's prick. It felt hot and thick; Dom groaned and put his hand over Billy's, pushing. It wasn't the first time Billy had touched another man's prick, but it was the first time he'd been completely sober, the first time he'd planned something like this, the first time with someone he thought he loved.
He wrapped his hand more firmly around Dom and slowly pulled. Dom made a sound Billy had never heard before and bent over to kiss him, their tongues meeting first. It was obscene, it was tender.
"Take them off," Billy said, tugging at Dom's jeans.
Dom jumped off Billy and wiggled out of his jeans and pants. He stood looking down at Billy, then knelt by the sofa and began undressing Billy, who helped by lifting his hips and wiggling, making Dom laugh. When Billy's trousers were at his knees, Dom stopped, put his hands on Billy's hipbones, and stared at his prick. His face was red and he was panting as if he'd run a mile. He slowly bent forward and Billy moaned, his hips rising helplessly to meet Dom, who moistened the head of his prick thoroughly, licking and sucking at it, before sliding it into his mouth.
Billy closed his eyes but instantly opened them: He couldn't miss watching this. Dom's mouth on his prick was the most delicious sensation he'd ever experienced, better than any pussy or hand, because it was Dom. Their eyes met and Dom froze for a few seconds. Billy licked his lips, and Dom smiled, then began moving again.
Billy knew he couldn't last long; the sensation was too powerful and, more than that, the sight was too erotic. When he felt very close, he put his hand on Dom's shoulder and gently moved him away. "Let's go to bed," he murmured, and Dom smiled. Billy wiggled his jeans off and, half-dancing his way to the bedroom, while Dom laughed appreciatively, walking backwards in front of him.
"Lookin' good," he said, waggling his eyebrows; Billy threw a sock at him, and then seized him around the waist.
"Not as good as you," Billy said, but then their pricks brushed and he gasped with shock and delight. "Oh, fuck, you are a handful." Dom laughed silently, wrapping his arms around Billy. "My handful," Billy said, and then kissed him.
Dom pulled him forward, into the bedroom, where Billy tried to push him onto the bed. Dom pivoted neatly and before Billy could react, he was on his back on the bed, Dom kneeling above him, one hand wrapped around Billy's right wrist, the other on Billy's chest, fingers threaded through the curly hair. Billy's free hand curled around the back of Dom's head, pulling him closer as they kissed.
Dom pulled back for a moment to look down at Billy, who tugged on Dom's hair. "This is it," Billy said, shocked at the tremor in his voice. Because he knew it was, it really was. "Come here, you," he said, and pulled Dom back down to him. "You're not going anywhere for a while."
"Why would I want to?" Dom asked him, biting at his chin, rubbing his nose against Billy's.
~ ~ ~
The first time Elijah touched Dom's dick was an accident. During a break, they had retreated to one of the many trailers on site and collapsed in exhaustion. Dom had undone the buttons of his trousers for comfort and, to Elijah's surprise, when Dom had rolled onto his side, his half-hard dick had nudged its way out the slit in his pants. Elijah's hand had just been there, innocently upturned, and Dom's dick basically fell into it.
Elijah's mouth went dry, and he instantly grew erect, so hard that it was uncomfortable. He wiggled, trying to adjust himself, but he didn't move his hand. Dom's dick got harder and Elijah hung on.
"Oh," Dom said, an indeterminate sound, neither encouragement nor discouragement, but Elijah knew that he liked having his dick touched, so wouldn't Dom? He took a deep breath and began to move his hand, deliberately sliding up and down, fascinated by the sensation of moving skin. Dom groaned and pushed into Elijah's hand.
Elijah loved the sense of power this gave him. He rolled onto his side, facing Dom, but still not meeting his eyes. He stared down into the dark space between them and put his other hand on Dom's hip to hold himself steady. He couldn't see much, which was frustrating, but what he could see was enthralling -- the glimpse of pale skin, the sensation of it growing harder and thicker in his hand, the aliveness of it. Dom's breathing grew heavier and louder, and Elijah grinned to himself.
Suddenly Dom's hand landed on Elijah's shoulder, gripping him hard. Elijah tried to pull away, afraid that Dom was angry at him taking liberties, but Dom pulled him closer, and then he was kissing Elijah, hard, thrusting his tongue into Elijah's mouth, and Elijah forgot all about the power of committing illicit if not illegal acts and only knew that Dom felt fantastic.
He felt Dom fumble at his own buttons and then shove his hand down the front of Elijah's hobbit trousers, seizing his dick. Dom's hand was the best thing Elijah had ever felt and now he was groaning, too, and kissing back as hard as he could, trying to convey to Dom how much he wanted this, how much more he needed.
They rolled closer together, and Elijah took his hands off Dom just long enough to unbutton and shove his trousers open, and then they began pushing together, the slide of their skin almost painfully hot with friction. "Fuck, Dom, oh," Elijah gasped, but Dom kept kissing him and rubbing him and then he came, masses of the stuff shooting out of him onto Dom and their trousers, shit, they'd be caught, but then Dom came and it felt amazing, the hot sticky stuff from another man.
When they slumped together, panting, Elijah was terrified that Dom would turn away, deny what had happened. "That was -- good," he said quickly, "it was so good, Dom, I --"
Dom kissed him, more leisurely now; Elijah found his kisses very reassuring. "It was fucking brilliant, Doodle," he whispered into Elijah's mouth. "Ready to go again?"
Oh, Christ, was he ready; he was already hard at Dom's words. He pushed his trousers down lower and kicked off one leg, then rolled on top of Dom, carefully aligning their dicks. "Fuck, yeah," he said, staring down at his friend. "Billy --"
"S'okay, promise. Just not now, 'kay?"
That was fine with Elijah. Thank God Dom's dick had fallen into his hand, he thought before becoming lost in the sensations again.
~ ~ ~
Billy got out of the cab at Elijah's. He squeezed Dom's shoulder, said "Cheers, mate," to Orlando.
"Uh," Elijah said, staring at Billy as the cab drove away.
"Let's go in," was all Billy said. Elijah nodded, and turned, feeling Billy following, as hot as a sun rising at his back. Once indoors, he stepped aside and watched Billy, who simply took off his jacket and tossed it onto a chair.
"Uh," Elijah said again, feeling like an idiot.
Billy walked to him and took the keys from his hand, tossing them onto the same chair, then turning back to face him. He stared at Elijah, first into his eyes, and then at his mouth. Elijah swallowed, and then licked his lips. "Yeah," Billy whispered, and reached up to gently touch Elijah's mouth. Elijah discovered he was breathing heavily.
Billy slowly leaned forward, his eyes flicking between Elijah's eyes and mouth, until his lips replaced the touch of his fingers. Lightly, lightly, he kissed Elijah, so softly it almost wasn't happening.
Elijah kissed him back, angling his head, opening his mouth, sucking on Billy's tongue. Billy's hand dropped to Elijah's shoulder, and then slid down to the small of his back and pulled him closer, so their chests and stomachs touched. Elijah felt himself grow hard almost instantly and pressed against Billy, excited to feel Billy's erection trapped between them.
"Why?" he murmured, holding Billy's shoulders. "I want to, yeah, oh, Bill, but why?"
Billy kissed him thoroughly and a bit fiercely. "You were with Dom, were ya not?"
"I'm sorry, he said it'd be okay --"
"Sh, shh. It's okay, yeah, but now we have to do this. D'ya mind?"
"Oh, fuck, no, Billy, I --"
"Sh, shh." He kissed Elijah quiet, and Elijah thought: This man knows how to kiss. Billy was thorough; his kisses were firm and soft, warm, not too wet, deep, passionate and powerful. He kissed Elijah's lips, licking at him, something Elijah thought he must have learned from Dom, or maybe Dom from Billy. He let himself be held and moved and kissed and touched, feeling oddly hesitant despite his growing excitement.
At last, Elijah pushed back at Billy. "Please, Bill. I want this, yeah, so much, but Dom."
Billy pulled Elijah back into his arms and kissed him again, lingering. "It's how things are with us, Lij. It's not somethin' I can really explain, not even to myself. But we want this, all three of us want this." He kissed Elijah again, rubbing his hands up and down Elijah's back. "Don't you?"
Elijah leaned into Billy's kiss, curling into his arms. "Yeah, please, you know I do."
"Then hush." Billy smiled and pushed him down the hallway.
Once in the bedroom, Elijah paused for a moment, looking around. Light from a nearby streetlight fell through the open window, flooding the room with a strange sulfur yellow. The light matched the surreal moment, the unreality of being here with Billy, with Dom's knowledge and consent, and yet Dom not here.
Except in spirit.
"Dom --" Elijah said again, and twisted his head to look back at Billy. Still in the hallway, his face was unreadable.
"It's all right; you know I wouldn't lie about this."
"No, it's not that. It's just --" But Elijah had to stop again. He couldn't bring himself to say the words, to admit what he wanted. He suddenly felt very young, standing in front of Billy, and far too inexperienced for the desires he felt.
Billy reached him, kissing the back of his neck as he wrapped his arms around Elijah. "What?" he whispered into Elijah's ear. Elijah shivered.
"Bed," was all he said.
"Oh, yeah." Billy gently pressed his knee into the back of Elijah's leg, encouraging him closer to the bed. "Come on," he coaxed, and leaned into Elijah, who began to giggle. "Oh, you like that?" Billy relaxed his arms and lightly tickled Elijah's sides. He twisted away, laughing, and fell on the bed, looking up expectantly at Billy. "That's where I want you," Billy said, and crawled over him.
Elijah linked his hands behind Billy's head and pulled him down for another kiss. Billy felt amazing; even though he was Elijah's size, somehow he felt bigger and stronger, his muscles firmer. He shivered from Billy's heat rolling off him; he smelt strongly of sweat and whisky, powerful aromas that excited Elijah. "You feel so good," he murmured between kisses. "Billy, dude."
Billy started to laugh. "Dude."
Elijah kissed him harder and Billy lay right on top of him, pressing down. Elijah opened his legs and wrapped around Billy; the weight was intoxicating, and Elijah groaned, all humor gone. He shimmied, his dick rubbed nearly raw with the pressure and friction. "Please," he whispered; "please."
"Yeah," Billy said again, reaching his hand between them and palming Elijah's erection. Elijah yelped with pleasure, thrusting up into the pressure. Billy folded his fingers into Elijah's jeans; their sweaty heat made Elijah shiver even harder. Billy tugged and Elijah wiggled, trying to crawl right out of his trousers, then he curled a bit, to make room between them so he could unzip Billy's jeans. "I got those," Billy murmured, and pushed them off quickly, rolling onto his back to kick. Then he rolled back onto his side, grinning at Elijah.
"On yer knees," he whispered. Elijah felt his eyes widen as he tried to imagine what would happen next. But he didn't hesitate; this was Billy, his friend, one of his closest friends, a brother, though that was a weird thought when he was about to stick his ass in the air in front of Billy. He took a deep breath, rolled over, and raised himself onto his hands and knees. Billy stroked his back firmly, paused at his waist, and then dragged his hand to cup Elijah's hip. They stared at each other, Elijah's breath loud in his own ears. Billy's hand felt hot, burning hot, and Elijah leaned into the sensation.
Still watching Elijah closely, Billy slid his hand further down and back. Elijah shivered, and closed his eyes. "Okay?" Billy asked. He opened his eyes and nodded. "Okay," he mouthed, but he wasn't sure. Billy's left hand curled around Elijah's ass, rubbing small circles, then wider, then slipping between his legs to finger Elijah's balls. Elijah groaned and half-collapsed forward. "Come here, come here," Billy whispered as he lay on his back. Elijah crawled over him, his dick bumping into Billy's hip, and he groaned again and pushed hard against him.
Billy's kisses were hot and distracting, but they could not prevent Elijah from being aware of the hands touching his body in places no one ever had touched him before, not even Dom. When Billy's fingers touched his asshole, he froze, but Billy continued to kiss him. "It's okay," Elijah said, more to himself than to Billy.
"Yes, it is," Billy said, and kissed Elijah's throat, and shoulder. He gently pushed Elijah back onto his side and began to kiss his way down Elijah's body, taking Elijah's arm and nuzzling the soft inner fold of his elbow, mouthing his wrist, sucking each finger, then returning to kiss his chest, then hip. "You're beautiful," he whispered, before sliding down to kiss the crease where Elijah's thigh met his ass.
Suddenly Elijah felt isolated and cold; Billy had slipped behind Elijah and in the few seconds apart, he felt alone and a little afraid. Then Billy put his hands on Elijah's hips again, and Elijah felt warm breath against his ass, and then Billy's lips, and tongue. "Oh, god!" he cried out in shock. Billy kissed the top of his cleft and burrowed his face into Elijah, licking at his hole, tracing the ridges with his tongue, and slowly worked his tongue inside.
Elijah trembled and sweated. He dropped his head and covered his eyes, feeling his blush beneath his hands. To his embarrassment, he realized he had widened his knees and was pushing back into Billy's face. Billy responded enthusiastically, thrusting his tongue deep into Elijah's ass. Elijah couldn't help but shove a pillow beneath him so he could push his dick against it, gasping at the friction. "Billy, Billy," he panted, "please, I want," but he could say no more, he was coming in hard jerks, almost painfully, but it felt so good, and even as he breathed a sigh, he wanted more, again, another, more, just so much more.
Billy rested his hands on Elijah's hip and back as he drew away. Elijah twisted his head back to watch, and reached out to pull Billy to him. "Wow," he said. "Do it again?"
Billy laughed, kissed him, and they did it again.
On to Part Two