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Spare the Rod
Billy Boyd/Dom Monaghan
NC-17
Summary: Domestic bliss, 2005-style.
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, lies, yeah.
Feedback: Love it! Will feed it with a cookie.
Warning: to those sensitive to a wee, wee bit of “punishment.”
Note: I really do apologize for the title.
Spare the Rod
"Puff the magic-"
"Bastard!"
Billy cocked his head and rested his palms against the edge of the kitchen sink. "Excuse me?" he addressed the tile backsplash.
"You stopped singing. Why?" Dom leaned his hip into the counter, methodically massaging the rounded lip of a glossy plate as he faced Billy.
"Well," Billy began, eyes darting sidelong toward Dom. "For starters, you called me a bastard."
"No, I didn't. I was singing."
"Puff the magic bastard? Bastard, Dom?"
"Yes! Let's sing again! Ready? Okay." And Dom howled in falsetto, "Puff the Magic Bastard lived by the sea and frolicked until he was pissed in a land called Milton Keynes! Little-" Dom's lips pursed into a thin line of dismay. "You're not singing, Bill."
"Well, Dom." Billy plunged his hands back into the soapy water, upsetting mounds of suds as he vigorously sought the dishrag. "That would be, quite possibly, due to the fact that I have not been blessed with the gift of mind-reading to get a glimpse at your contorted, misconstrued lyrics. Nor am I learned in the skills of psychiatry, thus leaving me utterly baffled when presented with a headcase such as yourself."
"So." Dom slid his finger along the drainboard. "You don't like 'Puff the Magic Bastard' then?"
"I don't even know what the fuck it is. And neither do you!" Billy pointed a foamy finger at Dom's nose, eyebrows shooting to his hairline. Or close enough for effect.
Dom leaned back, mock-casually. "Oh, you know what a bastard is."
"In the dictionary, under 'Monaghan'?"
"Don't go slandering the family name, now!"
"Comma Dominic."
"That's better." Dom did his best Stan Laurel nod and smile.
"Bernard. Patsy. Luke... Was My Imaginary Boyfriend Thus I Used Him As My Communion Name So I Wouldn't Have to Confess for Every Time I Got a Stiffy When I Saw Him Wield His Shiny Slick Light Saber- Oof!"
Billy's hands were pinned-slippery though they were-behind his back as Dom breathed hot in his face, body pressed up against his, towering slightly on tiptoe. Dom glowered. Billy just grinned back. Then Dom lowered his feet, relaxing his shoulders. "That was an awfully long name."
"Yes. Even abbreviated."
"You do know why it is so very, very long?" Dom shuffled in between Billy's legs, stroking the insides of his wrists as he continued to hold them.
"I haven't a clue." Billy blinked and tilted his head at almost a full right angle. "Why, Dom? Why?"
"I'll give you a hint." Dom opened his mouth and leaned in to pull Billy's lips wide apart. Uncurling his tongue down the length of Billy's, he kissed him hard. As he pulled away, Dom tucked the tip of his tongue behind Billy's back molar and dragged it along the underside of his teeth. "Get it?" He smirked.
Billy wrinkled his nose, which ultimately lead to a wrinkling of his brow. "Are you saying I'm long in the tooth?"
"Fuck your teeth, old man. Actually, that's, err-hmmm. Y'know, I'm kinda looking forward to the day you get dentures...."
Billy huffed.
"But ah. No, no."
A return to the demure eyelash flickering. "Your tongue is long?"
"Noo."
"It is too! Why, many's the night I've enjoyed its snaky little snake-like self as it snaked its way up and around my snakey bits. It's quite serpentine."
Dom opened his mouth, pointed his tongue and waggled it side to side, hissing. It tickled the underside of Billy's nose and he flinched back before shooting forward and nibbling up the length of it and swallowing it within his lips. Billy tugged his arms upward, but Dom held him fast.
"I want to go a-snake-hunting," he crooned, smirking against Dom's lips.
"If you charm it, the snake might come out for you." He gyrated his hips against Billy's, ever a state-the-obvious type.
"Hmmm, if only I knew where to find a snake." He closed his eyes as Dom removed one hand from his wrists and opened his palm against his backside to pull Billy forward, joining them even harder, zippers and buttons rubbing into them indelicately. Billy hissed a genuine hiss. "I suppose the pet stores are soon closing," he continued, murmuring. "And the wild kind are likely under rocks and stuff, eh? Or-"
Dom pulled his hand back from Billy's arse and returned with a solid smack.
"Cunt!" Billy exclaimed, but shuddered.
"I'm sorry, sir, we're fresh out of those." Dom blushed contritely (or was he only flushed?). "But snakes! We have 'em spades! Or at least in pairs."
"Like shoes? How handy!"
Dom pinched the bottom of one cheek. Billy struggled again with his wrists, but Dom seemed to be even stronger one-handed.
"Oh! Is it- Is it maybe a euphemism then?"
"And today the role of Pippin will be played by...."
"Now, now. Enough with the sarcasm, young man. I get it. But, even if you are a bastard, I wouldn't go so low as to call you a snake!"
Smack. Harder this time. Billy's skin numbed after the sting, then throbbed slightly. Dom twisted him around and was suddenly behind him, hands switching duties at his wrists, lips moist against the back of his ear. "Over to the table, smart arse. And bend over." The newly freed hand cupped Billy's arse, released, then slammed into it again, fingers curling against the seam in the middle.
Dom walked him up against the round wooden table, heel guiding him down as he bent face-forward over the top. He gave a little shove at Billy's wrists and Billy's face collided with the table, cheek turning just in time. Reaching around brusquely, Dom undid Billy's fly and peeled down his jeans until gravity did the work for him. They settled between his knees, and Billy widened the stance of his legs, feeling the fabric go taut against his flesh. He nudged his head against the table surface to ease his neck, then stretched his eyes to look in Dom's direction. "Is this how we charm snake's then? Uh!"
This bare smack sent the head of Billy's cock crushing into the edge of the table, balls slapping behind it.
"Seems a bit crude!" His eyes fluttered shut and he grit his teeth. But there was no smack. Only a zipping sound. Then wetness.
Dom rubbed his cock along Billy's backside, tracing the perimeter of the amorphous red mark left there. He drew a rough line down the diameter, and precome glistened in a trail. Then he clawed one cheek, pulling it toward the side, and thrust his hips toward Billy. His cock bobbed and slid against the crack of his arse, and he thrust again. He felt the heat of Billy swallow him around the head, the faintly wrinkled skin teasing him at the very tip, jolting him. With a surge, he jerked backward and forward, forcing Billy's cheek inward again toward his cock as he bumped into that small round spot, wanting, wanting, wanting in.
"I should have said cruel."
Dom opened his eyes and pulled back. "Billy," he muttered, kneading his wrists though not letting go. "Billy. Here." He circled Billy's waist with one hand and slipped his fingers lazily around his cock. "Here. Mmmm, here?" He brushed the pads of his fingers up from base to end, harder and harder. With his thumb, he swabbed at the tip, pulling away liquid. His thumbnail scratched at the slit and Billy jerked.
Opening his mouth, Dom breathed slowly, raggedly watching the roll of Billy's muscles reverberating on his back. Each breath shook him, and shook him more as Dom swiped his wet thumb between Billy's backside and into him. Up to his knuckle and twisting, Dom pried him.
Billy swallowed hard and sucked down a deep breath when he was empty again, Dom’s thumb gone. When he exhaled, Dom pushed into him, cock thick and burning. Billy’s breath cut short and he gasped, felt Dom sink further, felt his hand tighten around him in unison.
Dom fucked him and squeezed him until their balls slapped together, constricting, ready. He was fevered, impatient. Angling and aiming for his prostate, he pushed Billy, drove him maddeningly. Their muscles vibrated, wound fast, set to break.
Not enough air for words, they grunted when they came, groaned as spinning heat slowed and slowed. Dom inside Billy, Billy inside Dom’s fist. They fell apart, sweat easing their bodies away from each other.
Dom collapsed onto the floor, knees first, then curled forward onto his elbows, then stomach. Billy slid down and lay beside him, arms stretched wide, one limp and heavy over Dom's back.
* * *
"Are you going to sleep there?"
"Nah."
"You look like you are."
"Nuh-uh." Billy breathed deeply. "But. Tell me a story."
"One about dragons?"
"Dragons are bastards."
"Dragons are worms."
"Snakes are better."
"True. Worms can't spit."
Smack.
"Ugh!"
"Was that a euphemism?" Smack. "I said, was that euphemism?"
"Yes, sir."
"All right, then." Smack.
"What was that for?"
Billy soothed small circles along Dom’s skin then slid his middle finger between his legs and up. "For the singing."
"And not for revenge?"
Billy smiled into Dom's neck, teeth bared. "No. No, for that you'll need more than a spanking."
Billy Boyd/Dom Monaghan
NC-17
Summary: Domestic bliss, 2005-style.
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, lies, yeah.
Feedback: Love it! Will feed it with a cookie.
Warning: to those sensitive to a wee, wee bit of “punishment.”
Note: I really do apologize for the title.
Spare the Rod
"Puff the magic-"
"Bastard!"
Billy cocked his head and rested his palms against the edge of the kitchen sink. "Excuse me?" he addressed the tile backsplash.
"You stopped singing. Why?" Dom leaned his hip into the counter, methodically massaging the rounded lip of a glossy plate as he faced Billy.
"Well," Billy began, eyes darting sidelong toward Dom. "For starters, you called me a bastard."
"No, I didn't. I was singing."
"Puff the magic bastard? Bastard, Dom?"
"Yes! Let's sing again! Ready? Okay." And Dom howled in falsetto, "Puff the Magic Bastard lived by the sea and frolicked until he was pissed in a land called Milton Keynes! Little-" Dom's lips pursed into a thin line of dismay. "You're not singing, Bill."
"Well, Dom." Billy plunged his hands back into the soapy water, upsetting mounds of suds as he vigorously sought the dishrag. "That would be, quite possibly, due to the fact that I have not been blessed with the gift of mind-reading to get a glimpse at your contorted, misconstrued lyrics. Nor am I learned in the skills of psychiatry, thus leaving me utterly baffled when presented with a headcase such as yourself."
"So." Dom slid his finger along the drainboard. "You don't like 'Puff the Magic Bastard' then?"
"I don't even know what the fuck it is. And neither do you!" Billy pointed a foamy finger at Dom's nose, eyebrows shooting to his hairline. Or close enough for effect.
Dom leaned back, mock-casually. "Oh, you know what a bastard is."
"In the dictionary, under 'Monaghan'?"
"Don't go slandering the family name, now!"
"Comma Dominic."
"That's better." Dom did his best Stan Laurel nod and smile.
"Bernard. Patsy. Luke... Was My Imaginary Boyfriend Thus I Used Him As My Communion Name So I Wouldn't Have to Confess for Every Time I Got a Stiffy When I Saw Him Wield His Shiny Slick Light Saber- Oof!"
Billy's hands were pinned-slippery though they were-behind his back as Dom breathed hot in his face, body pressed up against his, towering slightly on tiptoe. Dom glowered. Billy just grinned back. Then Dom lowered his feet, relaxing his shoulders. "That was an awfully long name."
"Yes. Even abbreviated."
"You do know why it is so very, very long?" Dom shuffled in between Billy's legs, stroking the insides of his wrists as he continued to hold them.
"I haven't a clue." Billy blinked and tilted his head at almost a full right angle. "Why, Dom? Why?"
"I'll give you a hint." Dom opened his mouth and leaned in to pull Billy's lips wide apart. Uncurling his tongue down the length of Billy's, he kissed him hard. As he pulled away, Dom tucked the tip of his tongue behind Billy's back molar and dragged it along the underside of his teeth. "Get it?" He smirked.
Billy wrinkled his nose, which ultimately lead to a wrinkling of his brow. "Are you saying I'm long in the tooth?"
"Fuck your teeth, old man. Actually, that's, err-hmmm. Y'know, I'm kinda looking forward to the day you get dentures...."
Billy huffed.
"But ah. No, no."
A return to the demure eyelash flickering. "Your tongue is long?"
"Noo."
"It is too! Why, many's the night I've enjoyed its snaky little snake-like self as it snaked its way up and around my snakey bits. It's quite serpentine."
Dom opened his mouth, pointed his tongue and waggled it side to side, hissing. It tickled the underside of Billy's nose and he flinched back before shooting forward and nibbling up the length of it and swallowing it within his lips. Billy tugged his arms upward, but Dom held him fast.
"I want to go a-snake-hunting," he crooned, smirking against Dom's lips.
"If you charm it, the snake might come out for you." He gyrated his hips against Billy's, ever a state-the-obvious type.
"Hmmm, if only I knew where to find a snake." He closed his eyes as Dom removed one hand from his wrists and opened his palm against his backside to pull Billy forward, joining them even harder, zippers and buttons rubbing into them indelicately. Billy hissed a genuine hiss. "I suppose the pet stores are soon closing," he continued, murmuring. "And the wild kind are likely under rocks and stuff, eh? Or-"
Dom pulled his hand back from Billy's arse and returned with a solid smack.
"Cunt!" Billy exclaimed, but shuddered.
"I'm sorry, sir, we're fresh out of those." Dom blushed contritely (or was he only flushed?). "But snakes! We have 'em spades! Or at least in pairs."
"Like shoes? How handy!"
Dom pinched the bottom of one cheek. Billy struggled again with his wrists, but Dom seemed to be even stronger one-handed.
"Oh! Is it- Is it maybe a euphemism then?"
"And today the role of Pippin will be played by...."
"Now, now. Enough with the sarcasm, young man. I get it. But, even if you are a bastard, I wouldn't go so low as to call you a snake!"
Smack. Harder this time. Billy's skin numbed after the sting, then throbbed slightly. Dom twisted him around and was suddenly behind him, hands switching duties at his wrists, lips moist against the back of his ear. "Over to the table, smart arse. And bend over." The newly freed hand cupped Billy's arse, released, then slammed into it again, fingers curling against the seam in the middle.
Dom walked him up against the round wooden table, heel guiding him down as he bent face-forward over the top. He gave a little shove at Billy's wrists and Billy's face collided with the table, cheek turning just in time. Reaching around brusquely, Dom undid Billy's fly and peeled down his jeans until gravity did the work for him. They settled between his knees, and Billy widened the stance of his legs, feeling the fabric go taut against his flesh. He nudged his head against the table surface to ease his neck, then stretched his eyes to look in Dom's direction. "Is this how we charm snake's then? Uh!"
This bare smack sent the head of Billy's cock crushing into the edge of the table, balls slapping behind it.
"Seems a bit crude!" His eyes fluttered shut and he grit his teeth. But there was no smack. Only a zipping sound. Then wetness.
Dom rubbed his cock along Billy's backside, tracing the perimeter of the amorphous red mark left there. He drew a rough line down the diameter, and precome glistened in a trail. Then he clawed one cheek, pulling it toward the side, and thrust his hips toward Billy. His cock bobbed and slid against the crack of his arse, and he thrust again. He felt the heat of Billy swallow him around the head, the faintly wrinkled skin teasing him at the very tip, jolting him. With a surge, he jerked backward and forward, forcing Billy's cheek inward again toward his cock as he bumped into that small round spot, wanting, wanting, wanting in.
"I should have said cruel."
Dom opened his eyes and pulled back. "Billy," he muttered, kneading his wrists though not letting go. "Billy. Here." He circled Billy's waist with one hand and slipped his fingers lazily around his cock. "Here. Mmmm, here?" He brushed the pads of his fingers up from base to end, harder and harder. With his thumb, he swabbed at the tip, pulling away liquid. His thumbnail scratched at the slit and Billy jerked.
Opening his mouth, Dom breathed slowly, raggedly watching the roll of Billy's muscles reverberating on his back. Each breath shook him, and shook him more as Dom swiped his wet thumb between Billy's backside and into him. Up to his knuckle and twisting, Dom pried him.
Billy swallowed hard and sucked down a deep breath when he was empty again, Dom’s thumb gone. When he exhaled, Dom pushed into him, cock thick and burning. Billy’s breath cut short and he gasped, felt Dom sink further, felt his hand tighten around him in unison.
Dom fucked him and squeezed him until their balls slapped together, constricting, ready. He was fevered, impatient. Angling and aiming for his prostate, he pushed Billy, drove him maddeningly. Their muscles vibrated, wound fast, set to break.
Not enough air for words, they grunted when they came, groaned as spinning heat slowed and slowed. Dom inside Billy, Billy inside Dom’s fist. They fell apart, sweat easing their bodies away from each other.
Dom collapsed onto the floor, knees first, then curled forward onto his elbows, then stomach. Billy slid down and lay beside him, arms stretched wide, one limp and heavy over Dom's back.
* * *
"Are you going to sleep there?"
"Nah."
"You look like you are."
"Nuh-uh." Billy breathed deeply. "But. Tell me a story."
"One about dragons?"
"Dragons are bastards."
"Dragons are worms."
"Snakes are better."
"True. Worms can't spit."
Smack.
"Ugh!"
"Was that a euphemism?" Smack. "I said, was that euphemism?"
"Yes, sir."
"All right, then." Smack.
"What was that for?"
Billy soothed small circles along Dom’s skin then slid his middle finger between his legs and up. "For the singing."
"And not for revenge?"
Billy smiled into Dom's neck, teeth bared. "No. No, for that you'll need more than a spanking."