FIC: Lost Without You (BB/OB)(14/23)
Title: Lost Without You (9/19)
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, PG for this chapter.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Banner: By the amazing and talented loki_girl
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 1277
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12| Chapter 13|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
For the first time in his adult life Billy didn’t know what to do. He didn’t understand his own emotions. Things were normally cut and dried. Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, he cradled his head in his hands, sorting through the jumbled thoughts in his head.
His lovers were as different as chalk and cheese. Where Orlando was an affectionate eager puppy, desperate to please and learn, Dominic was more like a pit bull. Territorial, he knew exactly what he wanted and went after it, no holds barred.
Even sex was as different as night and day. There was no question in his mind that having sex with Orlando was nothing short of making sweet, passionate love. Every touch, caress and glance was filled with emotion and love. Nothing was planned or calculated, if it felt good it happened.
An encounter with Dominic could only be considered the polar opposite to Orlando. Sex with him was just that. Raw, passionate, and aggressive and slaking a thirst for each other that neither had expected or anticipated.
His eyes glazed with tender emotion as he thought of his first time with Orlando just days ago. Despite the circumstances he couldn’t have wished for more. Perfect didn’t even begin to describe their union.
Almost ten years ago, his first time with Dom was completely different. If not perfect exactly, it had been filled with the raw physicality that Billy would learn to expect from Dom. He squirmed a little in his seat as he remembered the occasion.
It was late one night in Wellington, somewhere close to the end of principal photography. The hobbits, several elves and a few men had decided to entertain themselves at a local club.
Too tired to make a big to do about going out and too wired to go home and attempt sleeping, they had all ended in a couple of booths at the local pub, splitting their time between dancing, drinking and taking the piss out of each other.
Dom had returned from the dance floor his bare shoulders slick with sweat after a grinding humping song filled with a heavy bass dance beat spent grinding himself against Elijah’s body. He flopped into the booth, his hip and shoulder jostling Billy roughly as he fell into the seat.
“Had enough have we lad?” Billy asked, his heartbeat speeding up at Dom’s proximity.
“For now.” Dom replied with a wide crooked grin.
Billy’s eyes flew open as under the table Dom’s long agile fingers slid up the inside of his thigh.
It had seemed like forever that he had wanted Dom and he had never even shown an ounce of interest. Now Billy sat there, his legs falling apart, those beautiful fingers inching higher along his thigh not sure what the hell was happening.
Looking up under spiky ginger lashes, Billy watched Dom’s crooked grin and sparkling eyes and felt those fingers brush against his growing arousal and he was lost forever.
Dom leaned forward to lift his drink from the table and swallowed from the glass before placing it back on the table. Resting his head on Billy’s shoulder he tilted his head back and spoke softly into Billy’s ear. “I want you.” Billy felt Dom’s words more than he heard them.
“What?” Billy gulped convulsively, sure that his ears were playing with him.
Dom tilted his head further until his lips brushed against Billy’s ear with every word. “I want you. I want to get out of here. I want to stop this dancing around. I want to get you out of here and fuck you, Billy.”
“How? Why? Fuck!” Billy flapped, glancing quickly around the table of their friends alarmed that some of them might have witnessed their exchange. Billy’s mind was racing but his body was betrahying him his hips pressing up into the touch of Dom’s hand.
“Okay.” He murmured, his hand moving closer to cover Dom’s.
“Just okay?” Dom replied “No need to stroke my ego or anything mate.” He chuckled, his whisky scented breath blowing across Billy’s neck. “I got the impression you might want me.”
“Of course I do. It’s just a shock.” Billy replied, “Didn’t think you knew.”
“Of course I know.” Dom breathed, “I know everything about you.”
“Everything?” Billy choked on his words.
“Well….What I don’t know I’ll know soon enough.” He responded silkily. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Now?” Billy exclaimed with more feminine shrill then he would ever admit to.
Without response Dom launched himself out of the booth, grabbing Billy by the sleeve and dragging him to his feet.
“We’re off now lads.” Dom announced to the table at large.
A mélange of shouted farewells chorused and with a quick wave of his hand Dom moved towards the door. As Billy made to follow him, a hand snaked out to grab Billy’s wrist.
“I thought you were going to run me home?” Orlando stated, his face impassive.
“Orli….” Billy almost squeaked. “M’sorry, I forgot.” He groped in his pocket for his car keys.
“It’s okay, I’ll take him.” Elijah interjected as he draped himself over Orlando’s shoulder.
“Thanks mate.” Billy smiled.
“Have fun.” Elijah turned his attention back to the others.
“See you tomorrow?” Billy murmured looking into Orlando’s face.
“Sure.” Orlando shrugged, his thumb stroked Billy’s arm where his fingers remained loosely holding him. “Be careful, Bills.”
Brows knit in a confused frown, Billy moved to follow Dom, his hand touching the warm spot at his wrist that Orlando had held. As he breached the door, two strong hands grabbed him and pressed him back against the rough brick wall of the pub.
“Thought you’d changed your mind.” Dom spoke against Billy’s face.
“No!” Billy refuted Dom’s statements before the words had even reached his ears. “Supposed to take Orli home, he needed a ride.”
“Flower’s a big boy he can take care of himself.” Dom spoke distractedly, his hand roaming all over Billy’s torso.
Billy shrugged non-committally irked at Dom’s dismissal of their friend, wondering if it would be the same attitude if it were Elijah needing something.
“Come here.” Dom broke away from Billy pulling him by a belt loop into the dark mouth of an access alley.
Eyes adjusting to the darkness after the glaring neon of the front of the pub, Billy allowed himself to be pushed against the wall, the brickwork scraping at his skin through the thin cotton of his tee shirt.
Dom’s hand rucked his shirt up, fingers pulling lightly at the soft whorls of gingery hair on his belly as he mashed their mouths together. For months Billy had dreamed of this moment. Their first kiss. Their first lovemaking, but the tender explorations that he had anticipated, the dreams that had left him impossibly hard, night after night, was nothing like the raw hunger that was enveloping him now.
Dom’s mouth overwhelmed his lips tightly fitted over his, his tongue dominating Billy’s mouth, plundering his mouth hungrily, even as his hands unbuttoned Billy’s jeans.
“Wait?” Billy pulled back smacking his head against the bricks. “My place is close.”
“Don’t need to.” Dom murmured, his lips against Billy’s neck. “I was a scout.”
“What?” Billy frowned, Dom’s hands and lips were short circuiting the common sense circuits in his brain.
“I’m always prepared.” He chuckled, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin over Billy’s shoulder.
“But….” Billy’s voice trailed off into a broken whimper of need as Dom’s hand slid into his open jeans. “I’m….”
“You’re not going to tell me you’re a virgin are you?” Dom lifted an eyebrow and pulled back to look into Billy’s face.
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, PG for this chapter.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Banner: By the amazing and talented loki_girl
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 1277
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12| Chapter 13|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
For the first time in his adult life Billy didn’t know what to do. He didn’t understand his own emotions. Things were normally cut and dried. Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, he cradled his head in his hands, sorting through the jumbled thoughts in his head.
His lovers were as different as chalk and cheese. Where Orlando was an affectionate eager puppy, desperate to please and learn, Dominic was more like a pit bull. Territorial, he knew exactly what he wanted and went after it, no holds barred.
Even sex was as different as night and day. There was no question in his mind that having sex with Orlando was nothing short of making sweet, passionate love. Every touch, caress and glance was filled with emotion and love. Nothing was planned or calculated, if it felt good it happened.
An encounter with Dominic could only be considered the polar opposite to Orlando. Sex with him was just that. Raw, passionate, and aggressive and slaking a thirst for each other that neither had expected or anticipated.
His eyes glazed with tender emotion as he thought of his first time with Orlando just days ago. Despite the circumstances he couldn’t have wished for more. Perfect didn’t even begin to describe their union.
Almost ten years ago, his first time with Dom was completely different. If not perfect exactly, it had been filled with the raw physicality that Billy would learn to expect from Dom. He squirmed a little in his seat as he remembered the occasion.
It was late one night in Wellington, somewhere close to the end of principal photography. The hobbits, several elves and a few men had decided to entertain themselves at a local club.
Too tired to make a big to do about going out and too wired to go home and attempt sleeping, they had all ended in a couple of booths at the local pub, splitting their time between dancing, drinking and taking the piss out of each other.
Dom had returned from the dance floor his bare shoulders slick with sweat after a grinding humping song filled with a heavy bass dance beat spent grinding himself against Elijah’s body. He flopped into the booth, his hip and shoulder jostling Billy roughly as he fell into the seat.
“Had enough have we lad?” Billy asked, his heartbeat speeding up at Dom’s proximity.
“For now.” Dom replied with a wide crooked grin.
Billy’s eyes flew open as under the table Dom’s long agile fingers slid up the inside of his thigh.
It had seemed like forever that he had wanted Dom and he had never even shown an ounce of interest. Now Billy sat there, his legs falling apart, those beautiful fingers inching higher along his thigh not sure what the hell was happening.
Looking up under spiky ginger lashes, Billy watched Dom’s crooked grin and sparkling eyes and felt those fingers brush against his growing arousal and he was lost forever.
Dom leaned forward to lift his drink from the table and swallowed from the glass before placing it back on the table. Resting his head on Billy’s shoulder he tilted his head back and spoke softly into Billy’s ear. “I want you.” Billy felt Dom’s words more than he heard them.
“What?” Billy gulped convulsively, sure that his ears were playing with him.
Dom tilted his head further until his lips brushed against Billy’s ear with every word. “I want you. I want to get out of here. I want to stop this dancing around. I want to get you out of here and fuck you, Billy.”
“How? Why? Fuck!” Billy flapped, glancing quickly around the table of their friends alarmed that some of them might have witnessed their exchange. Billy’s mind was racing but his body was betrahying him his hips pressing up into the touch of Dom’s hand.
“Okay.” He murmured, his hand moving closer to cover Dom’s.
“Just okay?” Dom replied “No need to stroke my ego or anything mate.” He chuckled, his whisky scented breath blowing across Billy’s neck. “I got the impression you might want me.”
“Of course I do. It’s just a shock.” Billy replied, “Didn’t think you knew.”
“Of course I know.” Dom breathed, “I know everything about you.”
“Everything?” Billy choked on his words.
“Well….What I don’t know I’ll know soon enough.” He responded silkily. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Now?” Billy exclaimed with more feminine shrill then he would ever admit to.
Without response Dom launched himself out of the booth, grabbing Billy by the sleeve and dragging him to his feet.
“We’re off now lads.” Dom announced to the table at large.
A mélange of shouted farewells chorused and with a quick wave of his hand Dom moved towards the door. As Billy made to follow him, a hand snaked out to grab Billy’s wrist.
“I thought you were going to run me home?” Orlando stated, his face impassive.
“Orli….” Billy almost squeaked. “M’sorry, I forgot.” He groped in his pocket for his car keys.
“It’s okay, I’ll take him.” Elijah interjected as he draped himself over Orlando’s shoulder.
“Thanks mate.” Billy smiled.
“Have fun.” Elijah turned his attention back to the others.
“See you tomorrow?” Billy murmured looking into Orlando’s face.
“Sure.” Orlando shrugged, his thumb stroked Billy’s arm where his fingers remained loosely holding him. “Be careful, Bills.”
Brows knit in a confused frown, Billy moved to follow Dom, his hand touching the warm spot at his wrist that Orlando had held. As he breached the door, two strong hands grabbed him and pressed him back against the rough brick wall of the pub.
“Thought you’d changed your mind.” Dom spoke against Billy’s face.
“No!” Billy refuted Dom’s statements before the words had even reached his ears. “Supposed to take Orli home, he needed a ride.”
“Flower’s a big boy he can take care of himself.” Dom spoke distractedly, his hand roaming all over Billy’s torso.
Billy shrugged non-committally irked at Dom’s dismissal of their friend, wondering if it would be the same attitude if it were Elijah needing something.
“Come here.” Dom broke away from Billy pulling him by a belt loop into the dark mouth of an access alley.
Eyes adjusting to the darkness after the glaring neon of the front of the pub, Billy allowed himself to be pushed against the wall, the brickwork scraping at his skin through the thin cotton of his tee shirt.
Dom’s hand rucked his shirt up, fingers pulling lightly at the soft whorls of gingery hair on his belly as he mashed their mouths together. For months Billy had dreamed of this moment. Their first kiss. Their first lovemaking, but the tender explorations that he had anticipated, the dreams that had left him impossibly hard, night after night, was nothing like the raw hunger that was enveloping him now.
Dom’s mouth overwhelmed his lips tightly fitted over his, his tongue dominating Billy’s mouth, plundering his mouth hungrily, even as his hands unbuttoned Billy’s jeans.
“Wait?” Billy pulled back smacking his head against the bricks. “My place is close.”
“Don’t need to.” Dom murmured, his lips against Billy’s neck. “I was a scout.”
“What?” Billy frowned, Dom’s hands and lips were short circuiting the common sense circuits in his brain.
“I’m always prepared.” He chuckled, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin over Billy’s shoulder.
“But….” Billy’s voice trailed off into a broken whimper of need as Dom’s hand slid into his open jeans. “I’m….”
“You’re not going to tell me you’re a virgin are you?” Dom lifted an eyebrow and pulled back to look into Billy’s face.