Title: Skirts
Author: Elandae
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: R, slightly NC-17ish
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, make no claims. Just writing this to amuse my sad little self.
Dedication: A silly little Kilt!fic for Fernando! *mwah*
“Nice skirt, Bills.”
“It’s not a skirt, it’s a kilt.”
“Yeah, that’s what I meant.”
Billy raised an eyebrow, looking over at Dom.
“I did.”
“Sure.”
“I did….I just like the face you make when I call it a skirt.”
“That’s because it’s a *kilt*.”
“That’s the one!”
“I didna make a face.”
“I think you did.”
Billy made another face at Dom, making him laugh.
“So, tell me Billy…” Dom started, moving slowly towards the other man.
“Tell you what?”
“Are you wearing that the, uh....’traditional’ way?” Dom grinned mischievously at Billy.
Green eyes blinked back at him, “Maybe….”
“Maybe?” Dom snaked an arm around Billy’s waist, pulling the other man tight against his body.
“You didn’t think I was going to tell you, did you? Especially after you called it a skirt.”
“Well, you know….there *are* other ways to find out.”
Billy grinned as he felt Dom’s hand sliding its way down his leg, inching slowly up under the hemline.
“Why, Dom, I do believe that’s your hand on my thigh.”
“Mmm, indeed it is.” Dom leaned forward enough so that his mouth was almost touching Billy’s, blue eyes shining merrily into steady green ones. His hand slid farther up Billy’s leg.
“Hmm, looks like you’re pretty damn traditional,” Dom whispered, watching as the muscles in Billy’s jaw tightened, his eyes half shut.
“What?” Billy managed to say, as Dom’s hand slid slowly up and down the length of his cock, feeling it harden in his hand.
“Certainly seems to me that you’re not wearing anything under here,” Dom murmured, biting his lip at the little gasp Billy made as he twisted his wrist.
He studied the expression on Billy’s face as he stroked, his grip firm, making Billy press into him, desperate for more. Dom pressed a soft kiss against Billy’s mouth before sliding to his knees.
Even with the material covering his head, he could still hear the way Billy moaned when Dom took the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around wetly. His hand kept up its lazy pace on Billy’s shaft, while he suckled the head.
Relaxing his throat, Dom removed his hand, letting the entire length of Billy’s cock slide easily down his throat. He could feel the light weight of Billy’s hand on his head, his hips pressing forward into Dom, incoherent moans urging him on.
Obligingly, Dom increased the pace; working his throat muscles, pulling back just far enough to do a flicker-y thing with his tongue that had Billy cussing. His hands were steady on Billy’s hips, feeling the tension building in his muscles, until Billy’s entire body went stiff. With a strangled moan, he pressed forward into Dom, his muscles jerking as he came. Dom swallowed, the bittersweet taste of Billy heavy on his tongue.
He got slowly to his feet, Billy sagging weakly against him.
Dom leaned close to Billy, whispering softly into his ear, “your skirt sure is fun, Bills.”
And then laughed loudly when Billy replied, “it’s one fine skirt.”
The End.