Fic: "Bareback" (Billy/Dom, New Zealand, May 2000)

[msilverstar]

Title: Bareback
Authors: unstealthy and msilverstar
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Billy Boyd
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This absolutely, definitely did not happen. We made it up.
Summary: The test results are all good
Notes: New Zealand, May 2000. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Push-Pull-Push Master List.

They're meant to be celebrating Elijah and Orlando's liberation from the Rivendell Council scene, which has been practised and changed until they were all completely mad, as Fran and Philippa frantically rewrote and Peter tried everything to make it more dynamic.

But Billy's twitchy tonight, can't stay still, can't keep his eyes off Dom as the group of them watches Star Wars for the umpteenth time. It's lovely that they're going to visit the new Star Wars set in the summer break (really, winter here), but if Billy could just sweep Sean and Elijah and Orli out the door and be done with it, he would. The clean STD test results came in finally, and the idea of fucking Dom without a condom is driving Billy completely mad.

Dom's getting tired of hearing how Astin thinks Princess Leia is a fox, and Elijah can recite every line of dialogue, and that Orli's only seen it twice before. He loves these guys more than life itself, but right now he'd really rather they weren't here. He's sitting snuggled up to Billy -- but then Elijah's snuggled up to Orli and a large bowl of crisps, and Dom's pretty sure that they aren't fucking. Billy smells so good, and Dom can hear his heart pounding, and he thinks that it's not going to be that long before his lust is obvious to all and sundry.

Staring blankly at the screen, Billy can just imagine Dom, naked, arms tied over his head, begging to be fucked bareback. Billy's cock is so hard that it doesn't really fit in his jeans any more, but adjusting himself only makes it worse. Because Dom's right there, leaning into him, radiating heat like a steam-pipe, his sexy hands drumming on his knees and the rhythm thrumming right through Billy. "Stop that," Billy says, covering them with his own hand, "'s distracting."

I'll give you distracting, Dom thinks, but he doesn't say it. Instead, he twists so his mouth is next to Billy's ear and whispers, "Maybe we should just tell them we want to have sex, and then they'll all leave like the place is on fire."

Billy presses down on Dom's hands, and whispers back, "Don't be daft, we promised to help them celebrate. At least we didn't have to sit through that dull shite, just pop in at the end for comic relief." Dom's hands stay still, and Billy runs his thumb across Dom's wrist, hooking under the leather there. He can nearly taste it, both skin and leather, and has to swallow abruptly. "Just till the end of the film," he promises, as much to himself as to Dom.

"Dom, you look like you're kissing Billy's neck," Orlando says, laughing a laugh which ends on a hiccup as Elijah elbows him in the ribs.

Dom turns his head slowly, twining his fingers with Billy's. "Maybe I am," he says lazily. The tug on his wristband hadn't gone unnoticed, making Dom think all kinds of naughty thoughts.

Orlando gapes, and says "Stop taking the piss, mate, I've seen you with girls."

Holding each other, Elijah and Sean are wracked with silent laughter. Sean's face goes red and finally Elijah lets out a giggle that can't be ignored. Orlando turns to look at them, and now Billy and Dom can't stop laughing either.

"You honestly didn't know?" Elijah says, with another giggle, "They've had their hands all over each other for weeks."

"So, my gaydar's like, totally broken," Orlando says. "I'm not ashamed of that. And you have all that time together in Feet, anyhow, so you see them way more than I do."

Elijah clearly finds Orlando's obliviousness too hilarious for words. "Dom's been staring at Billy's ass since, like, the day they met," he giggles.

With a smirk, Billy cocks an eyebrow at Dom. "That early? I'm flattered."

"Yeah, when I wasn't staring at Orli's arse, that is," Dom grins.

"Oh fuck off," Orlando says, for want of a better come back.

"Can we?" Dom beams.

"Oh god, not in front of the children," Astin says, covering Elijah's eyes with his hand.

Elijah bats it away, saying, "Porn, I'm nineteen, that's old enough for porn!"

"We're not putting on a show for you," Billy says, giving Elijah and Orlando one Look and the Sean another, the sort that says, 'Take your children away, I have my hands full here.' Because Dom's hand has wandered down to Billy's arse and it's fucking wonderful and he really does just want to shag Dom in the next five seconds.

"All right kids, the party's over," Sean says, winking at Billy. "Let's let the lovebirds do their love thing. Surfing tomorrow?"

Elijah starts to protest about missing the end of the film, but Orlando cuts him off by saying he's already had more information than he needs for one evening and can they please just go? Sean offers rides home since the others have been drinking, and after a kerfuffle of finding shoes and that video that Dom promised to lend Elijah, the three of them are finally shown the door with promises of sand and surf in the morning.

"Well, that was relatively painless," Dom says, sliding his hands around Billy's waist and down over his arse. "I think Orlando coped pretty well in the circumstances."

"Pretty boy like him, must be hit on all the time," Billy says distractedly, leaning in to kiss him. Dom's mouth pulls at him, feels like it's pulling straight through his body, and directly on his cock. He's been dying to do this for hours, and kissing Dom's one of the things in life that's even better than the anticipation. "God, I want you," Billy says, his hand cupping Dom's head.

"Good job the feeling's mutual then," Dom says against Billy's perfect mouth. Their hips are pressed together, Dom can feel Billy's erection and it sends a flare of heat through him. "Should we adjourn to my chamber of love?"

Billy snorts at that and grinds his hips against Dom's, groaning at the intensity of the feelings. But yeah, this time's not for bending Dom over the sofa: it's for taking his time and fucking Dom through the mattress. He takes a step, pushing Dom's leg backwards, and then another step, pushing the other leg.

"I'm going to come before I even get to the bedroom if this is how long it's going to take us," Dom laughs. "And I'd hate to disappoint you." But he can't resist another kiss, squeezing Billy's arse through his jeans and exploring his mouth thoroughly.

The idea of making Dom come just by walking him backwards makes Billy hot all over. "I'll do that another day," he promises, and he will, and make Dom love it. He pulls back, just enough to stop rubbing, and says, "Chamber of love it is, move your arse." As Dom turns, Billy can't resist giving him a swat, just to watch him jump.

It's a gentle slap, but Dom tingles from it all the same, and he's in the bedroom in just a few strides, pulling off his t-shirt and fumbling with the fly of his jeans. Suddenly Billy's pressed up against his back, skin to skin, and Dom reaches back to tug at Billy's belt, groaning as Billy's teeth scrape over his neck.

Dom feels fantastic, lean muscles working, his back tensing and then pressing back into Billy, his neck bending forward in a gratifyingly submissive way. He tastes of makeup and remover and sweat and lust: Billy closes his eyes and tries to fix it in his memory forever. He wraps his arms round Dom's chest and holds him, whispering, "I could fuck you right now, bend you down and push right into you, and you'd love it, wouldn't you?"

"Oh god..." Dom's trembling. He was aroused to the point of combustion by Billy's closeness before they'd even got off the sofa, and now he's about ready to explode. His shaking hands tug feebly at Billy's belt as Billy's hand wanders across his chest and pinches his nipple, hard, making Dom cry out. "Billy, please, god, need you!" he says, not even trying to hide his desperation.

What Billy would really like to do is make sweet slow love to Dom, but that isn't going to happen right now. He gives Dom one last nipple tweak, and then a little push down onto the bed, while stripping off his own clothes as quickly as he possibly can. Dom's jeans are halfway down his legs, so Billy pulls at them and tosses them to the side. "On your back," Billy growls, reaching towards the side-table for the lube, "Wanta see your face."

All Dom can do is obey. He wriggles into position with his head on the pillows, watching Billy crawl over to him. Billy looks breathtakingly beautiful, his face clouded with lust, his cock hard, his body quivering with energy. "Fuck me, please, do it," Dom begs.

"Yeah," Billy answers, "yeah, now," as he squeezes a big dollop of lube onto his fingers and Dom's arse. He leans against Dom's leg and pushes a finger into Dom's hole, watching Dom's face squinch and wrinkle, though still making those noises, the ones that make Billy feel as though his skin is too small. The second finger goes in easily, as Dom's learnt to relax and not push him out.

Dom's got his knees pulled back and out, and Billy's stroking his prostate and it feels intense and incredible, but really, Dom just wants Billy close. He forces himself to relax and centre, knowing that Billy's probably feeling the same way and in a very very short time he'll get exactly what he wants. "Want you so much, so fucking much," he mutters, and saying it eases the tension ever so slightly.

"Love you so fucking much, Dom," Billy says, groaning as he spreads lube on his cock -- on his bare cock, how long's it been?. He puts the head right up against Dom's arse, then leans forward, reaching to pull Dom towards him, to taste Dom's skin and feel his body close.

As Billy pushes into him, Dom clings, letting out great, shuddering breaths. Without the smoothing effect of a condom, Dom can feel every contour and crease of Billy's penis as it slides past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to Dom's body. "Billy, Bill, oh god," Dom stutters, his mouth seeking Billy's for a kiss.

Billy groans into Dom's mouth: everything's ten times more intense without the condom. He kisses Dom as well as he can, and pushes farther in, as far as he can get, Dom yearning and opening under him, both of them trembling with tension and desire. "So good, perfect," he says, trying to breathe.

Not even attempting to think straight, Dom's hand goes to his cock, desperate for release. From the way Billy's thrusting and the noises he's making, Dom can tell he's well on the way to orgasm, and fisting his own cock, it doesn't take long before he's right on the brink. "Fuck, gonna come, gonna come!" Dom screams Billy's name, his whole body taut, back arching, his legs wrapped around Billy's waist and gripping him hard as the world disappears around him.

"God, yeah," Billy babbles as Dom comes, explodes, shatters, in his arms. Dom's body is pulsing around Billy's cock, "Dom, fuck yeah," and it's the best fucking thing he's ever felt. Billy feels the wave of hot pleasure start at his groin and spread out through his body as he comes; he pulls and thrusts again, unwilling to stop as long as he can cling to the feeling.

Bathing in his own afterglow, Dom holds Billy close as he grunts and shudders his way through his orgasm. Finally Billy comes to rest, and Dom skates his fingertips over the sheen of sweat on Billy's heaving back. "We're bloody good at this, you know," he says after a few moments.

That's a concept that Billy, in his current blissed-out state, can only smile at. "Feel fantastic, love you," he finally manages. He eases back, pulls his cock slowly out of Dom's arse, wishing he didn't have to leave. Other than that, he's pleasantly knackered, content to lie on Dom, boney bugger that he is, and smile.

Dom lets his legs slide down flat on the bed and holds Billy tight, sighing long and loud. "Let's do that again, soon," he murmurs, nuzzling Billy's neck.

"In-bloody-satiable," Billy says fondly. And then, "Why didn't we do that sooner?"

"I dunno. You tell me," Dom grins.

Billy mulls that over for a bit, sliding off Dom onto the less-pokey bed. "Typical males," he finally announces, "the whole commitment thing. The whole, 'I may see a girl with lovely tits and want to go shag her without feeling bad' thing."

Dom's both puzzled by Billy's answer and surprised that he's feeling conversational. He snuggles close and puts his head on Billy's chest. "What do you mean?" He frowns, and then realises what Billy's saying. "Oh. Not using condoms means we can't really do that now. Yeah." A grin spreads across his face. "You're more than man enough for me, anyway."

"Well, I spose we still could, using condoms for anyone else, that's all." Billy is determined to follow this to its logical conclusion. "Not that I have the energy to be going on the pull, not that I really want to, not any more."

"If you do, I want to know all the juicy details," Dom says, twisting his head to look at Billy. "Although I'm planning to keep you so shagged out you won't have the energy for anyone else." He's not about to admit it, but there's a little flare of jealousy just thinking about Billy with another bloke. Or heaven forbid, a woman.

Smirking at Dom, Billy says, "Are you in league with Pete on this? Cos this bloody filming, dunno if I'll ever be properly rested again."

"Not with me around, anyhow." Dom kisses Billy. "Just gonna brush my teeth. Then I'm going to sleep for a long, long time."

That seems right to Billy, so he hoicks himself out of Dom's bed and pads into the bathroom, running the water to get a cloth warmed up before wiping his cock and balls, and his chest where Dom came on him. Condoms may be more tidy but that's not a good enough reason. While Dom is singing some sort of dreadful song around his toothbrush, Billy slides the cloth round and gently washes the semen off Dom's chest and belly. It feels nice -- domestic even -- to be cleaning up together after such intense sex.

Dom spits and rinses, then pulls Billy close. "You look after me so well, what am I going to do without you, all alone in the South Island?"

"Ah, you had to remind me," Billy says, leaning against Dom with a little sigh. "I'm going to miss you. You'll be out there with horses and waving swords around and I'll be back here on my knees next to Ian."

"That doesn't sound so bad to me," Dom grins, nipping Billy's earlobe. He whispers in his best sultry voice, "I'll have fantasies about that. Filthy, dirty fantasies."

"What, me and Ian?" Billy is slightly surprised, and does his best to look and sound completely scandalised.

"Why not?" Dom's starting to get a bit aroused just thinking about it. "I bet he's really dominant. Rrrawr." He nips Billy's shoulder.

"You beast!" Billy says shrilly and bats him off. "I think he's terribly courtly in bed, though I'd rather not think about it at all."

Dom yawns and stretches. "Talking of bed, I'm going. Brush your teeth, I want a minty fresh goodnight snog."

With a smirk, Billy reaches for his toothbrush.

~~

Billy had meant to wake Dom in the middle of the night with a blow-job, but it's morning -- thank goodness not a Feet morning -- before he's conscious again. He props up on his elbow and looks, with a happy sigh, at Dom's sleeping face. When Dom's asleep, he's not self-conscious about his teeth, his jaw, or his dear but prominent ears. Billy's not blinded by love, he knows Dom's not pretty, not like Orlando or Elijah. But when Dom's awake, there's such a spark, such a shining from his whole self that he is beautiful. "Fuck me, I love you so much," Billy murmurs, feeling like he's overflowing with it, and ducks his head under the covers, looking forward to Dom's reaction to his wake-up call.

It's a lovely dream, with warm wet orifices everywhere Dom wants them. Eventually he realises that he's waking up, and lets out a long, low groan as he realises that it's not a dream and that Billy's mouth is around his cock. Dom can't really speak, so instead puts his hand on Billy's head and groans again.

Smiling around Dom's cock, Billy laps round again, sucks the head into his mouth gently and tongues the slit. Dom's hand is warm and solid against Billy's head, Dom's thighs are open and welcoming, but tensing a little as Dom wakes up and realises what's happening. Fucking bliss.

"Yeah..." Dom manages to croak, his voice waking up somewhat slower than his cock. He feels arousal burn slowly through his body and hums in response, a low rumble deep in his belly where the heat is most intense.

The noise Dom makes runs right through his body: Billy can feel it in his hands and his mouth. He licks down Dom's cock and nuzzles his balls, licking them and slowly sucking one right into his mouth. It tastes of both of them, from last night, and Billy rather likes the combination. His hand's still on Dom's cock, holding it and moving up and down just a bit. He hums back at Dom.

"Oh god... Bill..." Dom wants to come, but not with Billy so far away. He tugs at Billy's shoulders. "C'm'ere."

Dom's cock is full-on erect and Billy can feel it throbbing in his hand. He licks his way up it and gives the head a kiss before crawling up Dom's body, trailing his tongue along Dom's belly, sucking a little on a nipple, detouring into the hollow of his neck. Finally, he's lying half on top of Dom, a gorgeously lustful-looking Dom whose hands have been busy driving Billy mad. "You called?" Billy asks.

"Morning," Dom grins, and kisses Billy on the mouth, long and slow, sliding his palms down Billy's back to that luscious arse. "Want you holding me when I come," Dom murmurs, his eyes closed, a bit embarrassed to admit it for some reason.

How could Billy object to that? "I'm here," he says, nuzzling his face against Dom's, thinking how very much he is here. And nearly anywhere else that Dom wants him. Billy's arm slides down, between Dom's thighs to his arse. Another time he might settle for handjobs, but not when the no-condoms thing is so new. "Shift up," he tells Dom, urging his thigh open.

Obediently, if not terribly energetically, Dom wriggles on to his side and hooks a leg over Billy's hip, stealing more kisses. "Sex me, Billy," he says with a stupid grin.

"Yeah," Billy says, stroking Dom's arse, loving the way Dom moans and pushes into his hand. "Ah, fuck, need lube," he says, and turns to grab some from the bedside table.

When Billy turns back, Dom pulls him close with his leg and his arm. The head of Dom's cock brushes against Billy, making Dom moan a bit, moreso as Billy's hand explores between Dom's legs and then up into his cleft. "Mmm, want you."

Billy's happily occupied with sliding a finger into Dom's hole and feeling Dom's whole body tense and then tremble a little. Dom's always so responsive, it's incredibly exciting to finger him, feel him go pliant and a little desperate. Billy murmurs, "You've got me, you're so hot, God, Dom..."

Dom worms his hand in between their bodies so he can hold Billy's cock. He just needs to feel Billy's excitement, the heat and velvet-covered hardness in his hand. Dom moans, his mouth searching out Billy's, tongue probing.

Between Dom's arse and Dom's hand and Dom's mouth, Billy's found paradise: he could stay here, on the brink, for hours. He pushes his cock against Dom and sighs with pleasure.

It's warm and languid, Billy's body is sticky with sweat, Dom's barely awake, and already Billy's finger's inside him. It brushes over Dom's prostate, making Dom hum with pleasure. He's looking forward to being fucked, but for once he's not in a rush and is happy to let the heat spread slowly through his body and enjoy the lazy morning feeling.

"'S perfect," Billy murmurs, not wanting to break the mood, "fantastic. Love you."

Dom gently strokes Billy's cock as Billy inserts a second finger into him. "Love you too," he says.

Somehow just right becomes not enough, and Billy finds himself pushing his cock into Dom's hand faster, touching Dom's prostate in just the right way to make Dom moan.

It's beyond exciting when Billy heats up like this, and so it isn't just the fingers up Dom's arse that make him moan. Dom firms his grip a little on Billy's cock, circling his thumb around the head, thrilled by the way Billy's responding.

"Want to fuck you," Billy says, manoeuvring his hips towards Dom's arse and enjoying the way Dom agrees fervently. But this position is like one of those in the Kama Sutra where you look at it and say, 'why bother?' "Turn over, on your other side" he tells Dom, sliding his fingers out.

Dom obediently wriggles around until his back is to Billy's chest and he can feel Billy's cock poking his arse. "Please fuck me, want to feel you," he whispers, pulling a knee up to his chest to give Billy better access.

"Aye, you'll feel me," Billy says, leaning back a bit to get the right angle. He lubes up and guides his cock to Dom's hole, pushing slowly in, relishing Dom's little gasps and moans.

"Oh yeah, fuck," Dom pants. At this angle, the head of Billy's cock is rubbing right over Dom's prostate. "God, I love your cock."

"It loves you too," Billy says, only half-snarkily, but he doesn't push any further in, just rubbing back and forth to drive Dom mad. He moves his lube-covered hand round to Dom's balls and starts toying with them, then slides up Dom's cock which fits in his hand as though it had been made for it. Another bit of paradise.

All Dom can do is moan softly, the pleasure of the slow build to climax is almost too much in itself. He can feel and hear Billy's soft, panting breaths and turns his head. "Kiss?" he pleads.

Billy moves forward eagerly, and meets Dom's mouth with his own for a kiss that leaves them both breathless. His cock, with a mind of its own, is pushing deeper into Dom's arse, but Dom's not objecting: he's arching his back and pushing onto Billy, rocking between Billy's hand and Billy's cock in a way that makes Billy feel pure desire.

Reaching back, Dom puts his hand on Billy's hip, feeling the muscles tense and relax as Billy thrusts. "Close, I'm fucking close," he mutters, panting and thrusting into Billy's hand and pushing back onto his cock.

"So good," Billy says, nuzzling Dom's warm back. He could slow it down, draw it out, remind Dom of the pleasures of delay, but that's for later. Now he just starts a solid fast rhythm, feeling Dom in his kind control, giving Dom everything he wants.

"Oh god, Billy, fuckyes!" Dom gasps He's gripping Billy's hip hard, his back pressed against Billy's chest, his hips jerking into Billy's hand.

Feeling Dom come in his arms is utterly fantastic: Billy speeds up as much as he can, almost desperate for Dom's sake. "Yeah, good, let it come," he urges.

All Dom can do is grunt and groan until his orgasm subsides and he becomes aware of Billy thrusting into him slowly and gently. "Want you to come in me," he manages to murmur.

"Yeah," Billy says, leaning against Dom's back, nuzzling his skin, holding him close, "feels so good, no latex, nothing between us."

Dom smiles to himself, pleased that Billy can be just as soppy as him sometimes, although admittedly it's usually only when they're having sex. Dom reaches back again, slides his hand over Billy's hip and takes a handful of his luscious arse. "Love you," he says.

With a happy moan, Billy pushes forward into Dom's arse and back into his hand. "God, I love you," he says, "love this, love to fuck you like this, slow and easy."

"Bill," Dom says, just for the pleasure of saying his name. He tugs Billy's arm around his waist and laces their fingers together. His arse is getting a bit sore, but he's not about to let on. "Want to feel you come," he says.

When Dom says that, it sends a sexy jolt through Billy and makes him eager to do it, to come inside Dom with no plastic in the way. Billy speeds up his thrusts, holding Dom's hand down at his hips, and pumping as hard as he can into Dom's arse, his firm round gorgeous arse. "So good, so sweet, my Dommie."

"Yeah, yours, always," Dom says, thrilled at Billy's words.

Billy's besotted with Dom's body, inside and out. He kisses Dom's back and neck as he thrusts, sloppy smears of kiss because his body isn't really under his control any more. He's turned into a machine and can't do anything but ride it out, mouthing "Fuck, Dom, oh yeah, love...", hips snapping fiercely as he comes deep inside Dom.

It's perfect. Billy's body is tense behind and around Dom's, little grunts and pants making puffs of air tickle the back of Dom's neck. Finally Dom feels him relax, panting, and lifts Billy's hand to his mouth and kisses it. "Love you, my Billy."

"God, Dom, love you so much," Billy says, when he finally has the breath for it, "don't want anyone else, just you."

Dom needs a cuddle. He carefully pulls away from Billy, letting Billy's cock slip out of him. Ignoring the mess he wriggles around so he's facing Billy. "I worry about you sometimes," he says. "We're not here for ever, you know. We'll have to go home eventually." He can't really believe he's being so sensible.

"Longer than the plan," Billy doesn't want Dom to worry, another six months is long enough for anything to happen, "we were supposed to leave in July, and now they're calling it a break and want us back till October."

There's a slight note of desperation in Billy's voice, or at least there seems to be from where Dom's listening. He doesn't want to address it right at this moment. "Let's not think about it now, we promised the others we'd go surfing today," he says, kissing Billy.

That perks Billy up, "Yeah, s'nearly winter, we won't have much good surfing for a while," he says. "And I'll get on the arrangements for the trip to Australia and Thailand, Fon said we could visit her family and they have loads of warm surf there."

Phew. Dom kisses Billy again. "Nice one, mate. I think we should shower, then go out for breakfast, what d'you think?"