A Memorable Anniversary
Thursday, June 24th, 2004
A Memorable Anniversary
A Billy/Dom Chat – NC-17 Warning
Billy: *The kitchen is filled with the aroma of spices, something it not often is, considering on most weeknights Dom and I tend to eat light and quick, whatever we can scrounge up within ten minutes or so. But since school got out at the beginning of the week I’ve had a lot more time to myself, and cooking slightly more complex dinners is one way I’ve taken my mind off the fact that while I’m home alone, poor Dom has to work. That, and today happens to be a Highly Special Day. I can’t believe it, but it’s our sixth month anniversary today. Dinner tonight is a slightly more fancy affair, a candlelit table with salad, spaghetti, garlic bread, wine, and a dessert of cheesecake, one I actually made myself. It reminds me of our one month anniversary, when I made a fancy dinner for him, and I almost hope that Dom hasn’t remembered, simply so I may see the look of surprise and delight on his face. Even though we celebrate a new anniversary every month I can’t help but think that six months is especially special; a half year, after all. Tonight is going to be just as special, if I have my way. I stir the pot of spaghetti sauce, listening for the sounds of Dom’s arrival back home.*
Dom: *My keys shatter together as I pull them out of the deadbolt, dropping them into my pocket as I push the front door closed. I look over my shoulder from the entryway into the house, knowing that there must be something I've missed instinctively, since the air is much more...Italian...than usual. I shrug my coat off and pull my arms from the sleeves, swinging it onto the coat hanger by the door. My shoes squeak on the wooden floor as I turn; it was a bit drizzly outside and unusually un-sunny for June. I pull a hand over my damp hair to straighten out the mess before Billy sees, thinking, at the same time, that I should follow the warm light and beautiful smells radiating from the kitchen, since that must obviously be where he is hiding. I step softly toward the kitchen and then stand at its edge, the warm vapors of a stove-cooked meal touching my cold skin.* Hello. *I say gently, seeing Billy is working dedicatedly on our dinner, stirring a large pot on the stovetop with his back turned to me. I glance to the dinner table at a second-thought and see that it is set with a white linen tablecloth, Billy's "nice" dishes and silver utensils adorning its top, and wine glasses prepared for two. Now I'm sure there is something I've missed. And I'm getting the familiar, odd sensation of déjà vu.* Sorry I'm late...
Billy: *I rest the spoon against the side of the pot as I turn to Dom, smiling, unbearably happy to see him. Also happy to see that he looks perplexed about this all, but in a good way.* Hello! Good day today? *I pull him to me and give him a quick kiss, fingers sneaking their way through his hair, and I feel the resonance of the rain, which I hadn’t even been aware of until now. My hand smoothes down his shoulder, feeling his damp clothes and frowning a bit.* Want to go change, love? Get out of those wet clothes? *And I don’t even mean it as a pick up line.* You’ve got... *I eye the timer on the stove briefly.* ...about seven minutes until dinner.
Dom: Yeh, all right… *I answer, still looking around the messed kitchen with a wondering expression. So many dirtied dishes. I can't believe Billy can stand this disarray in his home. Hesitantly, I lean in for a kiss on Billy's cheek and, without waiting to even see what Billy's fixing, I give him a last look and turn back for the stairs. My shoes squeak again on the floor and I decide to kick them off at the bottom step, leaning on the railing as I climb the rest of the way up the stairway and down the hall to our room in my stocking feet. I don't even bother to close the door when I get in the room, and am already pulling off my sticky shirt when I reach the bed. I toss the thing aside and proceed with my jeans, clicking off my belt and pushing the garment down to the ground. I step out of my pant legs and reach for another shirt on a nearby chair, stuffing it over my head and moving to the dresser for some pants. I happen to find a clean pair of jeans and put them on, feeling warm and comfortable almost instantly. Grabbing a comb on the dresser, I run my hair through a few times and begin to walk out, kicking my jeans aside on the floor and setting the comb down before I make my way to the door. My padded feet thump all the way back downstairs, on the wood floor, and back to the kitchen where I can see Billy already setting bowls on the table.* I hope this wasn't fancy dress.. *I come into the bright, steaming room and stop at one of the kitchen chairs, smiling at Billy uncertainly and scrunching my toes in my socks as he looks up.*
Billy: *I shake my head in response, slipping utensils into the bowl of steaming hot spaghetti and taking it to the table, where the salad bowl already sits. I set the plate of garlic bread on the table as well before moving to light the candles.* It’s nothing fancy. *I say simply before plucking the wine bottle from the counter and pouring the wine into the glasses, smiling up at him over the light of the candles.* Sit down, Dom. Eat while the food’s hot. *I set the bottle down and take my own seat, nudging the bowl of spaghetti in his direction across the table.* How was work today?
Dom: Eh.. *I consider the bowl of spaghetti that Bill has offered me, move to sit down in my seat, then decide that it might be better if I stood while trying to get a serving onto my plate. I take the utensils from the bowl and scoop them around in the noodles, grabbing up a delicious portion and moving it to my plate. Fortunately, most of the noodles actually make it. I bite back a grimace as I clean up the few noodles hanging off the side of the dish.* All right. *I scoop up a little more sauce and dribble it over my noodles before sliding the spaghetti bowl toward Billy's side of the table. I pull out my chair and slide into my seat, looking at Bill with my full attention at last.* Work was slow, but it's all right. How about you?
Billy: I’m bored, Dommie. *A giggle escapes me, and I take the utensils from the bowl and serve myself.* Don’t tell anyone I’ve said that. Teachers and students aren’t supposed to be bored during the summer. *I grin and offer the plate of bread to him, reaching for my glass to take a sip.* I guess I just miss you. I’ve got nothing to occupy my mind but thoughts of you at work, and it’s driving me bloody mad. *I tip my head to the side, considering him as I take another sip.* Maybe I should just come to work with you some days. I could help out a bit, go on your rounds with you. Keep you company. *I smile at the thought, knowing how nice that would be to work with Dom every day but also knowing how implausible it is for it to happen every day. One thing about summer I’m not bored of is sleeping in until indecent times.* But I suppose you’ve got company at work, don’t you?
Dom: Mm... *I move against my initial thoughts about patience and take up a piece of the glistening garlic bread before me, mouth watering at the touch of it.* Yeah, well, part of the time. McKenzie's there. But she's busy sorting, mostly. *I shrug and pull off the corner of my bread, just holding it for a moment as I speak.* Marty's hardly ever at the office anymore. ...I suppose he's going to leave soon. *I put the piece of bread I my mouth and fall instantly in love with the taste of garlic, all over again. Munching, I think of McKenzie. She's working so hard now; trying to form the two of us into some kind of "team." It's as though she sees Marty's retirement as a sort of infectious disease and wants us to combat it together. Maybe she's just sentimental about seeing her uncle leave the post office - leave the responsibility up to her - but I think she may be trying to get a little closer with me. Should I tell Billy something like that? I wonder, giving Billy my sudden attention as I take another bite of bread. Maybe McKenzie's just filling me into the place her uncle is leaving behind. Yeah I'm sure that's it. Nothing too extreme. I put down my bread and start twirling my spaghetti with my fork.* I guess Marty's going to retire. But McKenzie will be there anyway. We have lunch sometimes. *I look into my pile of spiraling noodles.* You know. She's a nice girl. *I twirl my fork again, realising that I haven't said anything about Bill's suggestion to join me on rounds.*
Billy: *Dom’s mentioned McKenzie once or twice, right after she started working. At that point he was mostly talking about how, well, teenage girlish she was. But I suppose he’s gotten used to her by now, and it’s good to hear she’s someone he can get along with. Still, that doesn’t completely take away my ideas of visiting him at work. I’ll at least have to bring him lunch on occasion. I serve myself up some salad before taking a bite of spaghetti, not realizing how hungry I was.* Will you miss Marty, once he’s gone? *I ask around the bite, making a face and swallowing quickly. I’ve never met the man myself, but I know how much I owe to him.*
Dom: *I've just put a bite of spaghetti in my own mouth when Billy asks his question, and I quickly chew the bit down before I begin to answer.* I... Well, I...I guess so... *I look a little perplexed, coming out of my bite and digging my fork back into my meal again. I'd never really analyzed my feelings toward Marty before. He's always just been the grouchy boss with the swivel chair.* Yeh, I guess I will. *I shrug.* He hasn't always been the nicest person to me, but I've gotten used to having him around... picking fun at me every day. *I smile a little and glance to Billy to let him know I'm teasing.* He never runs out of grudges, you know. ...And I'm pretty sure I'm near the top of his list of dislikes. *I grin to myself, winding a new bite of noodles on my fork.* He has personality, at least...
Billy: Always good to have. *I smile and munch on my piece of bread, staring off into space a bit. I suppose Dom doesn’t spend much time in the office, anyway. He’s always out and about on his rounds. Still, it must be nice to have someone to chat to. The most personality I have in this house comes in the form of three cats with murderous tendencies, and they don’t have much to say. Maybe I just need to get Dom a cell phone, so I can keep him on the phone all day while he’s doing his rounds. I blink back to dinner, smiling up at Dom and having a bite of salad.* Is the food alright? *I ask self-consciously, taking another sip as I look at him.*
Dom: Mm-hm. *I nod agreeably as I chew on my last bite of spaghetti and, reaching for my wine glass, down the bit of it with a drink.* Very good, Bill, I'm impressed. *I smile at last when his grin begins to appear and set down my glass.* All of it is delicious. Even the salad, which I haven't...tried yet... But I can tell just by looking at it that it's incredible. *He suddenly grins adorably, and I can't help myself.* If you keep cooking me food like this, I might just have to keep you around, you know.
Billy: *I shake my head at him with a fond smile, pushing the salad bowl towards him as I swallow a bite of spaghetti.* Sorry, Thursdays are your days to have me cook. Spread the wealth and all that. Plenty of hungry men in Lauderville. *I wink at him, taking up my glass again and swirling the wine around a bit before taking a slow sip.* Actually, to be more accurate, twenty-fourths are your days to have me cook. *I raise an eyebrow at him slowly, setting my glass down and taking up my fork again.*
Dom: Twenty-f.. *I begin to mouth the words oddly, considering the fact that I should know what on earth he's on about…and then it hits me. I stop my fork where it swirls my spaghetti and look at him with a steady and knowing expression.* Not again. *This could be funny, from the outside looking in. Or, I suppose it is, a little, from right where I am. But I'm almost getting tired of forgetting every single anniversary of ours. It's not like me at all to repeat a romantic cliché as old as forgetting anniversaries throughout the most meaningful relationship of my life. Damn. I should really just give up on the Best Boyfriend Ever Award, because it isn't going to me. How long is it now? Let's see, January, February, March, yeah, yeah... June. That's six. Six? Oh, hell. I want to bury my head in the sound of my awful sigh. Let me off of this merry-go-round.* Billy... *I look at him, trying so hard to show him the most aching regret in my heart.* I'm so, so sorry... I... I can't believe six months came so fast. *Can I go to my room and bury myself in my bed now?*
Billy: Time flies when you’re having fun, eh? *I ask softly, biting my lower lip to keep back the bulging grin. It isn’t fair of me to take such delight in his realization, and when his face falls slightly I feel guilty for reminding him.* Dommie... *I nudge the serving bowls out of the way and reach across the table for his hand, taking it and squeezing it tightly.* I don’t want you to be sorry. I don’t blame you for forgetting. You’re a busy man, and really, these monthly celebrations aren’t the end all and be all of our relationship. I might be a bit put out if you forget one year, though. *I offer a small smile, squeezing his fingers a bit tighter.* But don’t fret about it. It’s an excuse for me to spoil you with a nice dinner, though I don’t really think I need an excuse. And it’s a reason to celebrate just being together. So it doesn’t matter who remembers, really.
Dom: Yeh... Yeah, I know, love. *I offer a smile, trying to realise some of the depth of what he's said. I just wish... I wish I could remember one anniversary, at least. A look of regret passes through my smile, and I look to my plate, but I know Billy would rather have me face him with love than look away in shame, so I raise my head with a small nod.* I won't forget One Year, I promise. *And, grinning a little...* It's Christmas Eve, after all. How could I forget? *Finally, my hand responds to his with a squeeze, and I know it's comforted him a bit when I see his smile grow. I'm lucky, really, that "MS" decided to reveal himself on such a popular date. I'm afraid to think of what would happen if the anniversary had fallen on...April 6th...or September...34th, or something similar. My grin widens and my attention is on Billy as he remains watching me with fondness. My heart skips unexpectedly.* You're beautiful... *Did I say that out loud? A little embarrassment pricks inside of me, as though I've accidentally spoken someone else's secret. I shouldn't be embarrassed, should I? What does Billy think now?*
Billy: *Damn it, he’s not ever going to stop making me blush, is he? And it’s exactly that reason that I never mind that he forgets anniversaries. I’m not with him so I can have the anniversaries. I have the anniversaries so I can remember all the reasons I’m with him. Every time he makes me feel this way, takes my breath away for even a scant second and makes me fall in love all over again. I swallow, smiling softly across the table as I somehow, albeit reluctantly, let go of his hand.* I could say the same for you, but that might be an understatement. *I feel myself blush again, reaching for my glass, and I take a long sip. Once I’ve finished the glass off, I nod towards his plate, still grinning shyly.* Eat up, before it gets cold. There’s something special for afters.
Dom: *My brow rises as though I've been woken up from a deep thought, but I look to my plate quickly enough and pick up my fork, spinning up some more spaghetti and popping it into my mouth. I finish off the rest in no time, and even scrape up some of the sauce from my plate to savor the taste a little longer. I lift my wine glass to my lips almost as soon as I've put my fork down and take a drink to finish off the meal with a neutral flavour. Maybe Bill thinks I'm working too hard at ending his dinner. I look up from above the rim of my glass to him and take down the last of the wine, putting the glass back on the table. Biting my lip, I watch him uncertainly. I didn't get him a present, again. Is it too late to do something for him? Anything? I lick my bitten lip, then sigh with finality.* So! What's for afters then?
Billy: *I watch him clear his plate with impressed amusement, though I shouldn’t be surprised. He does know how to tuck in. I finish my own spaghetti off at a slightly more leisurely pace, though I finish shortly after him, patting my mouth with a napkin as I shake my head, grinning slyly.* Can’t tell you just yet. It’s a surprise. *I nod towards the door to the front room, looking back at him with a smile. I don’t know if he knows this, but giving him surprises is what I get the most pleasure out of on anniversaries. It never gets old, no matter how large or small the surprise is.* You need to go sit out there and make yourself comfortable. I’m going to clear up and I’ll bring dessert out when I’m finished. And no arguing, mind you.
Dom: *This time I raise my brow with more surprise than anything, taking his order to mind and soon getting up from the table and turning toward the other room. I look back over my shoulder at him every so often as I exit the room, as though I'm expecting the unexpected at each moment. I enter the front room, sighing as I step out of reach of Billy's mystery and consider a moment with distraction before making myself comfortable on the couch. I can hear the clatter of dishes coming from around the corner. Sighing, I lean back into the cushions and begin to whistle a song I've just made up. I hope this surprise doesn't involve cats...*
Billy: *I can hear his whistle from the other room as I fill the sink and try to hum along, washing the dishes with a cheery tune as if I actually enjoy doing housework like this. Maybe it will make the job go by quicker so I can get out and be with him. It goes by quick enough, though, and soon I’m setting the dishes away and reaching for the cheesecake I have in the fridge, serving up one large piece on a plate so we can share, rather than have our own separate pieces. I got up right after Dom left for work this morning to make the cake so it could refrigerate for the requisite time. It looks all right to me, though it’s hard to tell. I’m not exactly skilled in the art of cheesecake baking, but I thought I’d give it a go, just for something a bit more special. There’s ice cream in the freezer in case I botched it up really badly. I grab a fork and walk out to the front room, smiling nervously as I perch on the arm of the sofa, holding the fork poised above the cake.* You’ll have to let me know if I’m never to make this again, alright? *I ask honestly before sliding the fork in and holding the bite out to him.*
Dom: *My mouth forms a little "o" when Billy sets himself beside me, offering up under my nose a creamy piece of cheesecake. As Billy scoops up a portion for me, I open my mouth wide, tongue out as though to will the taste upon it sooner. Billy gently pokes the piece into my mouth and I take it gratefully, looking at him with sudden surprise as the flavour finds my taste buds.* Mm! Bill, this is good. *I speak around a mouthful, pointing to the cheesecake he's still holding. He begins to prod the slice of cake again for a second bite, and I watch him expectant for another offering.* It's really good, Bill, are you sure you made this?
Billy: Cheeky bastard! *I laugh a bit, completely pleased that he should like it, and I pop another bite in his mouth before taking a small one of my own. Well, it’s edible! I’ll leave the rest of the critique up to the taste-tester.* Yes, I made it. *I mumble around the bite, eyeing the slice with sudden revived hunger.* Slaved over a hot stove for you all day today, I did. *I grin and raise my eyebrows, looking down at him. I slide on the armrest, leaning comfortably against his shoulder as I fork another piece and wait for him to beckon it.*
Dom: *I swallow and see another portion of the delectable cake already on Billy's fork.* Ahh.. *I open my mouth again, greedy for a taste. Billy slides the piece into my mouth and I quickly clean the fork with a sigh of approval. Leaning my head down against Billy's body, I mill the cheesecake around my mouth silently. The mix of the sweet cake and Billy's warm smell is soothing, making me feel like a nap. I momentarily close my eyes and hum again, nuzzling my nose into the fabric of Billy's shirt, hoping to get a deeper scent of him as well as to tickle him in the process.* Billy, Billy... *I mouth against his side.* My adorable Billy...
Billy: *I giggle, shying away from him for a moment before sinking against him, feeling the warmth (in more than just the physical sense) radiating off of him and instinctively shifting towards it. It would be easier to find if I were sitting in his lap, but I’m afraid if I sink there I’ll never be able to get up again. Though why would I want to? I have nothing more specific on the agenda for the evening; the surprise finished with the dessert. We don’t have to move unless we feel like it. So I abandon all other notions and slide down comfortably in his lap, helping myself to another bite as I tip my head back against his shoulder, stretching my legs out on the sofa.* My lovely Dommie... *I murmur near his ear, getting another piece ready. I want this cake gone. I’m tired of holding the plate. I’d rather hold him.*
Dom: For me? *I open my mouth wide, exaggerating the amount of tongue I'll need to take in another bite. As Billy pokes it into my mouth, I munch happily and then lean in to kiss Billy's soft temple, mouth still full, but attempting not to get any cheesecake on his lovely skin.* Mm, thank you, m'dear. *I say, pulling back from him and watching him merrily scoop another bite for himself.* Are you going to make me afters every day? *I swallow, and then smile, knowing my Billy will make some kind of indignant remark about how "you could do it yourself even" or something of the sort.*
Billy: It’s sweet that you have these little fantasies. *I murmur around an overly-large bite, swallowing quickly.* Would you like to get me a little frilly apron? *I smile sweetly at him before eyeing the remained of the piece, finally taking a last little bite for myself before scooping the rest up for him.* Enjoy it while you can. I’d say at the rate we’re going, we might be able to make it last through the weekend.
Dom: Mm, good... *I take in the last bite with a bulging grin and quickly finish it off. As I swallow, I smack my lips open and gladly allow Billy's humored smile to draw me in, the bridge of my nose nuzzled into the crook of his neck. With a thought, however, I raise my head and kiss him lightly around the ear.* Can I still buy you that apron?
Billy: *I smirk and lean forward to place the plate on the coffee table, sinking back to slide my arms around his body and draw myself nearer to him.* Sure you can. *I murmur, pressing my face against his neck and inhaling deeply.* Probably wouldn’t wear it much in the kitchen, though. *I grin saucily against his skin, pressing kisses there as my hands slide idly up and down his side.*
Dom: Wow... *I don't know whether I'm referring to what he's just said, or what he's doing with his hands. However, a picture of Billy in nothing but an apron does come to mind. Slowly, I'm able to move my arms around Billy's waist, fingers pressing and releasing uncertainly at the small of his back. I dip my head toward his, eyes closing and lips faintly moving, longing to kiss him, to taste the sweet deliberation of those lips at my neck. My chin brushes his ear, its soft curves, and I hold Billy in as he continues his exploration.* I feel like...we've skipped a few steps here...Bill...
Billy: Hmmm. *I hum against his neck, feeling the reverberations bounce off my lips into his skin, and I lift my head finally, able to catch a quick glimpse of his chin.* You make it sound as if there were a specific order we had to go in. *My wiggling fingers find their way under his shirt, brushing against his ribs.* Or as if there were a specific goal or place to end up in mind.
Dom: Hah... *I huff a little laugh, not really certain why after his fingertips have reached my skin.* ...Maybe we should try going backwards, then... *The corner of my mouth turns up half-consciously, eyes swept closed and head even swaying a bit toward the warmth of his breath. Finally my cheek finds his skin and I rub my head down into the texture, feeling myself blush heatedly. My hands clutch a little lower down his back, pulling his weight higher as my hips slide down into the couch.*
Billy: *I ease deeper into his lap, shifting my hips as I search for a more perfect fit for my body against his.* If I didn’t know you better... *I start, one hand coming up to stroke the opposite cheek as I brush my own cheek against his other, feeling the slight scratchiness strike so pleasantly contrastingly with mine.* ...I’d say you were letting my close proximity get to you, Dommie.
Dom: Mm... *I breathe in the scent of his skin, almost tasting it as the corner of my mouth grazes his jaw.* Nno... I'm just... *I sigh wantonly as I bend down into the cushions at the perfect angle.* ...just... *My lips suddenly find his cheek. I lock my arms around him as his flavour flows into me, my mouth longingly massaging his skin.* Just... *I break through with a sigh, though his taste still haunts the very edges of my lips.* ...just feeling you... *I speak into another taste of him, forgetting instantly what I've said.*
Billy: *A kiss on the cheek is not supposed to do this to a person. It’s certainly not supposed to turn me into mush like it’s doing. But then again, this is not an ordinary kiss on the cheek from an ordinary person. Dom turns me to mush if he so much as pats me on the shoulder. My eyes fall shut as I tip my head a bit to give him more skin to lavish with attention, fingers tensing and relaxing at his back as my other hand still cups his cheek tenderly.* How do I feel then? *I ask quietly, lips curling into a smile.*
Dom: *My tongue gently licks the patch of skin held between my lips as my kiss becomes more daring. His taste is fluid, right into my body, warm all over. I press my hands down further, curling my fingers around the edge of his shirt and pulling up a bit along his back, ghosting my knuckles on his skin. How does he feel?... My whole body hurts... I dip my head in and around his tasted cheek and beckon him some more. This taste is sweet; deep sweetness that I've uncovered from a layer of light salt. I've found him...right here... I roam my tongue over his skin and moan with gentle pleasure. How does he feel? Amazing. Bloody amazing; even better than last time. Hotter and sweeter than last time. He wants me to spend him all over this house. He wants it. He wants me to keep working him, even after he's spent. He feels like that.* Mmmm...
Billy: *This has definitely passed beyond the realms of fairness. To unravel me so quickly with just a few well-placed pecks and a slight hint of tongue ghosting over already warmed skin? If he doesn’t refrain soon, he’s going to have me coming before his lips have even made contact with mine. I have to do something about this now. While my head is still clear, before he’s overcome me and made me his, completely under his control, like he could do at any second he chooses.* Dommie... *I whisper, tipping my head forward to brush lips against his ear.* Do you trust me?
Dom: *Chills pour down my body and my breath hitches in my kiss. My muscles wait on the brink of destruction, ready for his word, for him to send me out of my mind into all of my senses. A moan loosens from the pit of my stomach as my limbs begin to relax, and I curve my body into the couch below his, spreading my hands over his back and pushing down his delicate shape to meet me. I rub my cheek into his, grateful for his constant weight all over me, sighing hesitantly as I break my kiss.* A-ah, yes... Yes... *I look down his body, heat rising from him, my hot breath against his skin so close to mine, clouding everything. I don't see anything. I just feel his lips by my ear; his heavy exhalations. Turning my lips to catch his cheek, I whisper again across his skin.* Yes...
Billy: *I want to say, then trust me when I tell you that I love you more than I’ve loved everyone and everything else in my life combined. Trust me when I say that being here with you is in danger of killing me, simply from the sheer perfection of this feeling welling even deeper than my heart. But I won’t speak those words, not at this moment. Someday maybe I will find a way to tell him, but for now the best I can do is show him. I sigh contentedly against his ear, kissing the smooth skin just before it, though it nearly physically pains me to turn my cheek away from his lips.* Good. *I finally speak then, short and sweet, and pulling back from his face I lift myself off of his lap. Turning towards the stairs, I cast a look over my shoulder at him, face not determined by something as blatant as a smile but something I hope is subtle, but full of so much complexity. I know it will not take him long to follow. I head up the stairs, entire body burning at that last brief glance at his perplexed face and an idea of what is to come, and enter our bedroom.*
Dom: Bill-... *I let my whisper trail away behind him and watch the space that he has left behind, hovering before me with a heat and fragrance of love and passion. My brow twists in confusion, and I am shot with the desire to have my Billy back. My hips are crying for his weight. It's a moment of agony. I feel stuck to this couch; my body is too heavy to follow my heart, which is racing its way up those stairs following every one of Billy's footsteps. So I pull my muscles, expecting my body's resistance to be unbearable. But when I begin to move my arm, lifting it to the arm of the couch, I am amazed at how light it is. I look to it with sudden relief. If I just let go... I'll fly away to Billy in an instant. I press my fingers to the couch, gripping tight until my memories of Billy's touch are vivid on my skin, and with a shove, I am on my feet and already making my way to the stairs and up to our bedroom. My heart is knocking in my throat at this anticipation. Has Billy begun without me? Will I step through our doorway and instantly be covered in him? I don't remember climbing our stairs, I don't remember the weight of my steps or any effort of my muscles. I don't even remember feeling the difficulty of my growing need, which will usually incapacitate me. I'm just at the doorway, trembling, breathing unsteadily as I enter through and hope to feel hot lips against mine.*
Billy: No, Marty, I promise he’s not going to make a habit of it. He’s just looking a bit peaky today, that’s all, and I think it’d be a good idea for him to rest up tomorrow. No, he’ll be back on Saturday, I promise. Honestly. *I glance up when I hear footsteps out in the hall, seeing Dom standing in the doorway with an expression on his face that I’m hardly going to be able to resist for long, and I quickly turn my attention back to my phone conversation.* Look, I really appreciate it. Yeah, I’ll tell him... thanks Marty, bye. *I turn off the phone, setting it back down in its receiver on the nightstand and rise from the bed, facing Dom, but not coming any closer. I can’t get closer, not if I’m going to hold to my resolve.* Looks like I may have just bought you a day off tomorrow. *I tell him casually, moving slowly in the direction of our walk-in closet.*
Dom: *I almost do a double-take. Did I just hear him correctly? I step further into our room, becoming more disappointed with each passing second that his lips, hands, and body are not all over me. In all honesty, I'm most disappointed that I'm now spending more time trying to figure out what has just happened than I am trying to get him in that bed. I stop at the bed's edge and watch Billy as he ducks into the closet, looking for heaven-knows-what. What the hell just happened?* Billy... Why do I have the day off work tomorrow?... *I ask cautiously, not wanting to approach him any further. I must've fallen asleep somewhere between the stairs and here. This has got to be the weirdest, and most uncomfortably horny, dream I've ever had.*
Billy: Um... *I hum loudly from the closet, looking around for some of my more unused articles of clothing. Now that this idea’s been implanted in my head, I’m actually a bit nervous about it, which definitely doesn’t go with the atmosphere I’m trying to set up here. This has been on my mind for a long time, since we had the discussion in the first place and realized we were both rather for the idea, and now I’ve just got to get into the mode. Shouldn’t be hard, once I’ve got Dom in my sight again.* I thought you might want a day off. I mean, I thought you could use one. *I don’t want to outline it for him. He’ll understand in a little while. Rifling through racks of clothes, I find the articles I’m looking for. Wearing ties to work went out of fashion a long time ago, but of course I’ve still got a couple lying around, because I always knew that I’d need them sometime. I guess I was right. I step back into the doorway of the closet, looking at Dom, eyeing him hungrily. Yes, I will definitely be able to get into this. My hands are behind my back, the fabric wrapped around my fists, and I stop there in the doorway, speaking softly finally, no, commanding, really. That’s what I’ve got to remember.* I want you to take your clothes off, Dom.
Dom: *If my jaw had actually dropped, I'm sure it would have bounced off the floor. My sweet Billy... I think he just took the voice of sex and poured it over my body. And all I can think is, do it again. Before I can decide, my hand is reaching for my pants, unfastening the top and pulling down the zipper with a strong tug. I push my jeans off my hips, tangling my underwear. Everything slides slowly off my thighs with gravity and the heat pressed against me suddenly slips and melts away into the room. And in one careful motion, my fingers grip the edges of my shirt and I peel it over my head, casting it onto the bed without removing my eyes from Billy's presence. He's lurking; watching everything. Watching me breathe. Something in him commanded me... Something dark and cruelly intoxicating... Something with promises of deep and complete sexual pleasure, which I am already envisioning as I look at him... His body rising, moaning to every wet touch; his arched back as our bare stomachs collide... I toe off my socks as I step out of the puddle of clothing around my ankles, following the arousing trail toward his body. And I stand before him, unclothed, all heartbeat and heavy heat trembling down through the extensions of my body. I want him. I want him... Hard and slow and beating. Billy... Billy, do it again...*
Billy: *I can feel myself trembling as I watch him undress, watch my words undress him, really. It was so easy. The hard part has arrived already, though. I hadn’t realized how strong the pull always is to just go to Dom, surrender to his arms and have him in every way possible until now, because until now I’d never had any issue about giving into that. But this game is quite different, and its rules are new to me and difficult to follow. I suppose I should explain some of them to Dom.* Sit down on the bed. *I say softly, but no less firmly than my last command. I almost want him to speak, to question what I’m doing, but I’m not going to give him the chance. He’ll understand in a moment. I bring my hands around to the front of me, letting the ties unfurl from around my hands and hang limply from my fists. I watch Dom, eyeing him as his eyes flicker back and forth between me and the ties. I hope they’re gentle enough, and yet strong enough. I’ve never done this before. But something deep inside me tells me that, as inexperienced as I feel, I’ll slip into this role quickly enough.* Lie back. Hands above your head. *I almost don’t recognize my own voice. I take a few steps towards the bed, towards Dom, towards the premature ending of this game if I can’t get my own beating heart and aching need under control before I reach that mattress and that amazingly sexy man.*
Dom: *I quiver, feeling his eyes literally touch me as he stares at me forcibly. His eyes push me back into the bed, until the bends of my knees hit the edge and I buckle down onto the mattress, trembling as my arousal nudges my own thigh. His voice is so liquid, I can hardly understand. Not with my ears. His voice caresses my skin even from this distance and, in obedience, I lie slowly back onto the cushion of the bed. My eyes still travel from his hands to his hard gaze. And while my mind races with, What are those for?, and, What is he going to do?, my body is already curling back into the softness of our bed, pushing gradually farther up with shuddering limbs until my head slowly drives into the pillows. I stop still, spent muscles quivering as I come to rest and give into the ease of the bed, the blankets quickly becoming warm where I lie. I watch Billy's shape at the end of the bed, knowing where I am most vulnerable. My chest rises and falls steadily below my unmoving gaze. I want to ask him questions; I want to feel my voice scratch up my throat and say his name. But instead, my arms slide slowly out from my sides and bend up over my head into the cushion of the pillows, where they lay limp and motionless. My chest rises again into my sight, and the sigh that I make tells me I must have done something that Billy wanted me to do.*
Billy: *If there ever was a more beautiful sight ever seen by anyone in the history of the world, then I don’t know what it is. Maybe it was one of those sights that kills you instantly, simply from the sheer awesome beauty of it. The sight of Dom spread out on the bed for me, arms above his head, completely vulnerable and yet trusting me surely feels like the type of sight that could kill a man dead in his tracks, and yet I’m still standing. Somehow. I take a few more steps towards the bed, slowly, carefully, as if the closer I get the more power his body will have on me (which is most likely true), before I get a bit more confident and step to the head of the bed. I notice his eyes following my every move and it sends a shiver down my spine, as does the first touch of his skin when I reach out and curl my fingers around his wrist. I take the first tie, laying the other across his chest for the time being, and tie it semi-loosely around his wrist; tight enough to secure him but not tight enough to cut off circulation, and then bring the opposite end of the tie up to the bedpost.* Is this alright with you, Dom? *I ask softly, eyes flickering from his face to the knot I’m working at, tighter on this end.* Because if it’s not, now is the time to say something. *I finish the knot and retrieve the other tie, allowing my fingers to lightly brush across his stomach, more for my gratification than his, before I move around to the other side of the bed to repeat my work.*
Dom: *My head lulls to the side as he reaches my other arm, cool fingertips now pressing into the skin of my wrist as he lifts it just enough to wrap the cloth around. My hand dips back heavily and I can't seem to make it rise. He pulls his knot snugly and sets my arm back into the pillow, tugging the other end of the cloth around the corner bedpost. His nimble fingers dip through the cloth like needle and thread. My slumbering thoughts become entranced in him, and I sigh lightly, forgetting to speak now that he's given me the chance. What is happening?, I think disconnectedly, somewhere whispering far off in my mind. My fingers curl into the palm of my hand as he finishes the tie, looking at me again and beckoning my docile gaze upward. He doesn't look happy; he looks like he's about to unravel and drape all of himself over me in long, spindling strips. I swallow meekly and my mouth comes open for a deep, cool breath. The air slips into my lungs and out like warm water, sighing thickly toward Billy's body. I want it to reach him. I want my pulse to reach him. I can still feel my arousal beating, but not with its usual eager intensity. My captivation in Billy's every shadow is soothing, even in such a time of summoning heat. I want him so badly. I want him so hard that I could pull myself away from this bed and latch onto him in this raw need, ties broken and bruising at my wrists. I could take him on the floor, pushing him down onto the hard surface with the weight of my arousal. But I look at him, and now he is overpowering me with his gaze; I'm broken in his tone. He will tame me, and I will lie still. He will dominate me, and I will be silent.*
Billy: *I meet his silent gaze and it takes a long moment for me to register that he’s not answering, which must mean he’s alright with what is about to happen. I nod shortly.* Good. *I turn away from him, allowing a shuddering exhalation and a tiny smile to emerge when I’m sure he can’t see. I can feel my insides trembling with arousal, but the shell of my body stays strong, and I’m grateful for that small favor. I feel like breaking already, but I can’t let Dom see that. I toe off my shoes and socks, reaching for the hem of my shirt, but then I stop. Let clothing be just one more thing I have over him. At the moment this is about Dom, not me. I step back over to the bed, taking a seat on the side and twisting to look down at Dom. My eyes rove obviously over his body, returning up to his eyes when I’ve admired every inch of him, and finally I let myself reach out. My fingers cup his jaw gently, fluttering up across his cheek and forehead and then traveling down the other side of his face and down across his neck with feather light strokes.* I’m going to touch you, Dommie. *I murmur, voice low and thick with an arousal that I can’t hide anymore, at least not vocally.* I’m going to touch you, and you’re not going to touch me. And I’ll see you come. And then I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to stay put, right here. *There’s such promise in my voice, and I let my eyes rove over Dom’s face again, waiting for a reaction.*
Dom: *My arousal rises more firmly as his words fall onto my skin. I feel every syllable like a punch to the stomach. My body is beating in heat. But his hand trails my throat gently, bouncing on my heavy pulse, and I don't take my eyes off of him, and I don't make a sound. I can only see his eyes looking soundly into mine; his lips moving with a slight trembling that causes me to hold my breath until he's finished speaking, and I exhale with damp reverberation onto his outstretched arm. My heart is knocking on my ribs, calling out some warning that I can't hear; I feel deaf to every sound but his. His rough, sexual lilt, crawling up from the depths of him to his lips. He's spreading it over me slowly, telling me how I am going to suffer, and at the same time making me want more detailed description. Tell me, Billy... Tell me to come, and I will let it all come this very second. Tell me to kiss you, and I'll break free and find your lips hungrily with mine. Tell me to close my eyes as you touch me, and I'll never open them again, and I'll drown on my own sounds, and find climax in the satiations of my own pain. Tell me, Billy. Look at me and tell me what I should do. Make me come, I'm waiting to come for you.*
Billy: *I don’t think I’ve ever held anyone’s interest so strongly before. I wonder if I snapped my fingers, would he blink away from my gaze. I wonder if he’s gone into some sort of trance. Either way he’s beautiful, his eyes large and unwavering, wide and focused, and I find myself hard pressed to look away from them. But there’s his entire body to look at, and I plan on devouring him with my eyes first thing. My fingers rub his neck gently as my eyes wander down his chest, paying particular attention to the heaving of his breath. I don’t think I ever pay enough attention to those sort of subtle changes when we’re in positions like this. I’ve got the opportunity now. I follow my gaze with my hands, one curling around his waist, the other traveling a line down the center of his chest and then taking a detour to rub a nipple, feeling the nub harden under my fingers. And then comes the natural progression, my lips taking the place of my fingers as I lower down to nipple, latching on instantly and sucking hard, knowing that if this is about possession I had better leave my mark on him. And I intend to.*
Dom: *When I lose sight of Billy’s eyes, I almost forget where I am. I search for him down across my chest, his head leaning to my skin as his mouth cups my nipple. It’s hard to see, my chest is rising so fast, I can’t tell what he’s doing, or preparing to do. There’s only pressure, wetness, heat licking at my skin, hidden in his mouth. His tongue grazes my nipple roughly and then he begins to suck; my head drops back into the pillows, my body gasping and hips rising to the will of my arousal. The muscles in my arms are tight, the ties around my wrists growing taut, and for lack of any other escape, I press hard down the length of the bed with my feet and thrust uselessly into the air. Billy’s teeth graze my skin; I bite down on a shout when my body collides with the mattress, shaking the entire bed, every new rocking motion reminding me of a heavy, earth-shaking thrust. I want to come. Billy, make me come. I tremble and squirm as I try to move my arms, wanting to tell Billy my need, but only creating a dozen tiny whimpers.*
Billy: *I leave a wet trail with my tongue and my lips across his chest, traveling swiftly to his other nipple and lavishing the same attention upon that one. I obviously don’t spend enough time with my mouth on Dom’s body. The taste goes beyond delicious, borders on euphoric, and I can’t seem to get enough of it as I lap at his nipple heavily. But my hands are wanting, too. I slide a hand down his stomach, using the light trail of hair as a guide, and allow my fingers to just brush the larger patch of hair before diverting and going down a side trail. My fingers tickle across his right thigh, sliding down to stroke the pale skin of his inner thigh, just high enough to be teasing. My lips relinquish his nipple with slight regret, but quickly follow a similar path, although more slowly, down his chest and stomach. I suck at every available inch of skin, palm still sliding lazily up and down his inner thigh, until my tongue finally dips into his navel, and I raise my eyes to seek out his.*
Dom: *Bloody hell... He’s touching me. His hands... His clothes crumpled up against my bare side. It feels...* Oh-... *His tongue, licking, hands rubbing, lips trailing my skin in a looping motion to a shallow curve of my belly; it’s all sharp, clear, burning...beautiful burning... My skin crawls under the touch of Billy’s hot mouth, stomach retreating with every new wet trail, and my heart beats furiously in response to his cool fingers massaging slowly between my legs. I shake my hips up again, begging to move his hand closer, and I let out a painful, aching noise, coughed from inside of me. My arms are stuck. I pull at them again, knowing where they should be, but not understanding why they aren’t there. Did I just wake up?? Not again... Billy..., I want to say. I want to say his name. I want to put my hands on all of his body; I want his rough clothes to stop touching my skin. Billy... My mouth must be moving. I can’t hear anything but Billy’s mouth suckling on my skin. Rustling covers. My hands are burning; I want to press them against his naked skin, up and down slowly, firmly, I want to touch him, push him on me; turn around, push him in the bed. Hands... I want to use my fucking hands; where are they?? My panting becomes frantic and I whimper fearfully, tugging again and again with my arms, over and over until I’m left heaving for breath on the bed, shallowly staring at nothing, stupefied gaze wandering faintly. My eyes suddenly fall across my chest, watch it rising and falling, rising and falling, and my heart jumps when I see him looking darkly at me across the edge of my pale skin. I almost forget that his fingertips are dancing playfully on my inner thigh. I almost forget his tongue when I see those hungry green eyes. Swallow me... He sucks again, and I squeeze my thighs together desperately, panting loudly, and in one motion I twist my hips and curl, at once wanting his hand just a bit higher, feeling him still wiggle his fingers as I hold his hand firmly between my thighs.* Ah-! *My arm tugs back sharply on its tie as I suddenly jolt from an unexpected tickling-motion between my legs, but my hips buck forward despite the tension.* Ah!! *My other arm won’t come free either, but I’m still pulling. I can’t see Billy. Where did he go?? I see our ceiling; what’s happening? My head swivels up to catch a glimpse of the short tie wrapped around my wrist, and then my eyes are clenched closed as Billy’s fingers crawl up inside my thighs.* Ahh! *My hands instinctively grip the ties stretching from my wrists to the bedposts and I squeeze my legs more tightly together, bucking and turning the other direction.* Bil-... Bill-... *My lungs are burning, and I clutch the ties with all my strength until I can feel the bones in my knuckles ache. My legs curl up further, his hand still moving experimentally between my thighs.* Bil-...ly...
Billy: *I hum against his stomach, the remnants of a chuckle buried against his skin, and nibble lightly by his navel, sucking the area. This is better than I could have imagined. I wonder how long I’m going to be able to drag this out, how long I’m going to be able to make this about him only, not about me at all. Because that is what this is. My hand is sandwiched between his thighs, a gorgeous place to be, and I can feel the smooth skin all over mine, as if my entire body were pressed between his legs. I slide my hand up and down, from his knees to up near his groin, taking advantage of all the mobility he’ll allow me. I kiss his hipbone, sliding my tongue across the expanse of skin before meeting his eyes again.* Did you want me to touch you, Dommie? *I ask innocently, taking a moment to press my fingertips into the flesh of his thighs. He’s straining so hard against those ties that there are going to be bruises, and part of me feels a great deal of guilt for that, but that part is buried deep inside at the moment. The part on the surface can’t wait to see those marks, a beautiful reminder of this evening, and what I’m most worried about is whether or not I’m going to be able to keep my hands off him if his sleeves ride up in public.* I want that too. But I won’t. *It’s only a small torture to me, not half as much as he’s expecting. It’s tempting to take him in my hands and bring him off slowly, alternating between tight fisting and slow, soft caresses, but I’ve got a better idea. One I intend to carry out.* I’d rather taste you, love. You’ll be better than dinner. *And finally I kiss the head of his erection, eyes focusing on his as my tongue extends and traces over the slit before I take the head between my lips, sucking so very lightly, but I know what an effect it’s going to have. And I’m looking forward to it.*
Dom: *While his words begin to shift through the room, my eyes somehow find his across the expanse of my naked torso. His deep and brooding eyes...hovering just over my skin. His voice... Deep, sensual... I've never heard Billy's voice this heavy before. Something about touching me. A little whine comes slowly through my lips without my control, and I still grip the ties as hard as I can in expectation. His hands are grazing the area just under my arousal and I take hard, huffing breaths, feeling the heat spread across my legs more and more thickly. Suddenly his head dips down again, and I lose his contact and begin to pant in anticipation or fear, and a mixture of both, running up and down my veins as I begin to expect the touch that I can't see below. Everything is still. His words are trembling on my stomach. Bloody hell... I tighten my hands unconsciously around the straps above and wait only one solid, painful moment. My stomach tightens too, under his breath. When his lips dab the tip of my erection, I jolt, and as I slowly feel myself slip between his lips, my eyes open to the realisation of a new pleasure of his mouth. Holy...fucking...* A...a-ah-ah-.. *A tremendous sound begins to rise up from my chest. I grasp in shock on my ties. And suddenly, like a snapped chord, I'm sent reeling upon the bed.* AHHHHH...!!!! *My whole body convulses, arms tugging frantically to be free, hips rising to him, finding his mouth, his tongue, oh, bloody hell, his teeth... I thrust repeatedly against gravity, straining for his mouth, pushing my length through the circle of his lips and grazing myself against the hard edge of upper teeth.* OH FUCKING HELL!!!! Fuck, fuck fuck FFU-UCK! *I'm whimpering out every shout, praying, begging that I'll break free. Please break free, oh shite, please, now NOW!! Arms jerking forcefully, aching... My mind is lurching in my head, my stomach, oh fuck... I want him, I want him, I want him... Thrusting again and again and again, new sensations of his mouth, the deep cavern, his tongue at my head, roughly lapping, tasting, he's swallowing...fuck fuck fuck... The whole bed shakes violently with my thrusts and I can't decide anymore whether it's more important to rip these ties from the bedposts, beg Billy for forgiveness for whatever the hell I did, or to slide my erection between Billy's teeth one more time.* Ah-! Nngh... OH, AHH!! *Ah- Just one more time...*
Billy: *Exactly the kind of reaction I’d hoped for, anticipated. No, more than that. More than just the taste of his skin, the salty sweetness of his arousal, I taste every emotion coursing through his body, and my body as well. I have no qualms about giving him more, because I want more too, want it as if I need it like air. Which maybe I do. I bow my head deeply, taking him far between my lips until I can feel him nudge the back of my throat, and I moan low, sending reverberations through his arousal that echo in the sounds he himself is making. My head bobs and I free my hand from between his thighs, now considerably less tightly pressed together, and both my hands move to his hips, sliding underneath and massaging his bum dually as they also encourage him to thrust into my mouth.* So fucking beautiful, Dominic... *I moan as I pull my mouth away from him, running my tongue up the underside before taking him back in my mouth.* You taste and look it... *Taking him deeply, I hollow my cheeks and increase pressure as my fingertips press up into the soft flesh, lifting his hips a bit higher. I want to see him break apart... test the strength of those ties I’ve put upon him. I want to know just how many times I can hear him howl my name before this night is through.*
Dom: AH-Ahah...! *My expression is torn between pleasure and pain, and I can't tell if I'm shouting in ecstasy or if I'm on the pivotal verge of sobbing. Billy's fingers supplely work under and up around the curves of my bum, forcing me deep into his mouth to the point that I can feel his throat tighten around the head of my erection. A gagging reaction courses through the walls of Billy's cavern and rubs over my engorged length, massaging my head harshly, and I throw my legs around Billy's form and try to squeeze him closer.* Oh FUCK-! *He even makes a sound, just between my moaning shouts, and every smallest lilt feelings like its rolling around and down my arousal in hard, round droplets. My legs constrict against his sides, heels digging across the threads of his shirt.* Ahhhh... *My voice echoes his deeply, bellowing slow from the pit of my stomach where heat and coils of writhing snakes are waiting to go slipping out in every direction. And just when I think it can't possibly feel any better than this, he begins to suck, his whole mouth collapsing upon me and clutching like a tight, wet, dripping hand, only it's whole, firm pressure all over, running down my length, exhaling sharp searing air and then sucking hard again, and it has a restless tongue, and rippling lips, sliding and regaining soft skin up the width of my hilt. My heels dig down his sides and I shove upward with all of my might.* Ah- Ah, ah ah... *He's helping me with his hands; with every thrust, he's pushing and I'm thrusting harder and more wildly than before to reach down the hard walls of his throat. Help me... Help... I grip around his body and pull myself up to him as he pushes upward forcibly against my bum with his hands.* Ah, Ah AH AH AHH FUCKING HELL, BILLY!!! BILLY-, nh-BILLY- BILLY BILLY BILLY...!! *I repeat his name over and over and over and over, grunting and thrusting and feeling the tickle of cum at the tip of my erection with every scrub of his throat and tongue. My arms are numb, I'm pulling so hard. Oh...if I could break from the bed and smother his head against my arousal... If I could hold him close between my legs in these last instants of my conscious need and look down and watch him bring me to orgasm.*
Billy: *His name is tumbling over in my mind, and would be tumbling out of my mouth as well if my mouth weren’t already occupied. But it is, thankfully. I moan instead, loud even to my own ears, and press him farther up into my mouth, tongue and lips sliding over every available inch of skin. My own hips I press down into the mattress, seeking friction of any kind. I need some relief, but that little bit is all I’m going to allow myself at the moment. I don’t need any more. But at the moment I know I need Dom’s climax as much as he does. I want more of this hint of taste; I want to taste my fill of him and then some. It’s almost as addicting as his kisses – something else I’ll probably need very soon – and I’m not sure how much longer I can be denied it. I slide my lips up and back down as low as I can go, allowing my teeth to scrape ever so gently on the descent, tongue pressing hard against the underside as I sink as far down as I can go without completely gagging and ruining everything. I can feel the pressure there beneath my tongue, feel his pulse spreading through my mouth, and my eyes roll back in my head at the thought, shutting against the waves of pleasure flowing slowly through me from this, just from this.*
Dom: *His mouth slides hard down my length again, and his teeth etch my skin. I arch completely, hands grasping my bonds and pulling them down into the bed for added support, and sending my head back into the pillows, I shove my hips up once...and then again while I'm still suspended, using his body to stabilize my swift pumping into his mouth. I shout coarsely and fall back to the bed, heaving with breathe, heart pounding, and mind willing myself to collect just enough energy for my final attempt. Billy grazes slowly up and down my length with his teeth, and at a lapping against my slit with the swallowing motion of his throat, I moan and hear the bead posts creak as I slowly pull my bonds harder and harder with all of my strength. The pit in my stomach swells when he slides back down to my hilt and my head hits the soft, firm wall of his throat. He swallows again and tickles that tip where liquid and trembling energy is already slipping loose. A deep breath fills my lungs and I feel the pool of my strength sink into my chest, the snakes crawling restlessly behind my arousal. I tighten my legs on Billy's sides and grip my bonds, certain that my knuckles are bleach white; my head slides back against my pillows. Preparing for Billy's exhale. I know he'll breathe, and I'll send my whole body into motion, tripping off of the precipice of my consciousness. I can feel it ebbing through my length, pulse by pulse as Billy pumps my need. And as his tongue slides coolly up the hidden skin, the underside of my arousal, Billy breathes softly out, rushing air over my wet length. I clutch his body and send myself upward in one driving plunge, coiling out from my shoulders, down my arching spine, straight through my hips in another double-thrust just as Billy's mouth and throat clasp down around my erection and suck hard. His mouth is clenching so aggressively that the searing hot snakes suddenly uncoil from my arousal and shoot outward, spindling in every direction imaginable, releasing the boundary of my climax.* Ah, AHHHH...!!!! *I squeeze Billy against me and throw myself back into the pillows, open-mouthed, as the liquid heat drives through my erection like a needle and jets into his throat and mouth.* AHH! AHHH!! AHH! *The snakes pulse through my body, following wave after wave of my orgasm. I can't see anything but quickly-fading white light. Billy still clutches to my length as it grows weak, and pulls hard as I come off, back falling into the mattress and shaking the bed again and again as I heave breath, each one lilted with coarse whimpers. But I don't let go. My arms remain stiff, pulling steadily against my bonds; my legs grip Billy more strongly than ever as his mouth still suckles lightly at my soft length.*
Billy: *His body gradually tightening around my body is plenty of warning for me, and I’m ready to receive all that he lets forth when his orgasm comes. I feel him spurt hot down the back of my throat, his very essence leaving its mark in my mouth, his taste filling my every sense as I swallow eagerly, again and again. Even when there’s no more to receive I swallow before reluctantly pulling my mouth away, panting slightly as I like my lips clean of all remnants.* Do you have any idea... *I gasp a bit, not knowing whether or not Dom will be able to hear me or even understand me over his own post-euphoria.* ...what you do to me? How fucking hot you make me? *I’d kiss him now but he’s still got me in a vice grip, though I’m not complaining. I run my tongue over his hipbone, enjoying the taste of his skin.* Do you know how close I am to coming, from that? Without you even touching me. Amazing, Dominic.
Dom: *My breath still whimpers, my head sunken heavily back into a mess of pillow at the head of the bed. Billy's voice rolls over my skin, my hips where I feel a hot, moist trail drag its way along one bare curve of my body. Reverberations of my orgasm quiver through my pulse as my heart tries to keep up with the immensity of my experience. But coolness permeates the damp heat around my hairline and pounding forehead; I feel the sweat on the rims of my cheeks below my eyes, on my eyelids, around my wrists under the ties, between my fingers as I loosen them, but only slightly. My muscles are trembling from my own weight, even as I lie still, and I feel so physically sated and yet so mentally as well as emotionally aroused at the thought of what has just occurred. A few of Billy's previous words linger into my conscious senses and I wearily begin to smile, a tiny half-smile and a light huff of laughter as I close my eyes softly and seep like liquid into our bed.*
Billy: *I can feel his body relax slightly, sink into that near-boneless feeling of post-orgasm bliss, and I sit up finally on the edge of the bed, feeling my own body still throbbing with the thrums of a yet-unrealised release. I can wait a bit to take care of that. Until he’s ready again. I don’t think Dom realises yet what it is I had planned for this evening. At this point, I think he still believes that this is it, that I’m going to untie him now. Not yet. That was a preview. I lean over him, smiling in anticipation, and rub my hands over the top of his thighs gently before removing my hands completely and standing up.* You’re so beautiful, Dominic. *I murmur, standing at the foot of the bed and taking in his entire body in my gaze. My fingers play with the hem of my shirt, lifting it up a little but not yet ready to pull it off. I reach a hand to the bulge in my jeans, cupping myself and adjusting slightly with a soft groan.* Amazing... every time I think you can’t get more lovely you do.
Dom: *I smile a little more, gently, when he calls me beautiful, and I feel his weight shift on the bed, hearing his feet softly hit the carpet. With my eyes closed, I follow his footsteps to the foot of the bed, and then he stops, and I hear him make a small noise that I recognize very, very well. My smile slips from my lips, even as he addresses me again, and I open my eyes softly to peer over my collar to where Billy is standing far off at my feet. Then my pulse jumps at my throat, and my arms tense again against the ties around my wrists. Billy's hand sits between his own legs, cupping gently as he looks at me with a deeply aroused expression, full of a barely-hidden anticipation that I can feel more than see. I swallow and quickly try to sit up, but am jerked back by my bonds, so fumbling and dumbly wide-eyed I try again to prop myself up to see, unable to form whole words.*
Billy: *My smile curves in even further slyness, squeezing myself through my jeans as I look at him and letting out a little gasp.* I never take enough time to look at you, Dominic... I’m always so eager to touch, to be touched... I’m going to take a bit of time now, alright? *My words end on a slight grunt as I squeeze again, a bit harder this time, though I had better watch myself. I know that just standing here, watching Dom spread out on the bed like this, I could come. Easily. However, I think I should give Dom a bit of time to watch me as well, reciprocate with the favor and all that. My hands find the hem of my shirt again and I pull it over my head, eyes fastening back on Dom as my hands run slowly down my own chest. I feel so exposed, and normally I’d be a bit inhibited by this, but right now I’m so keyed up I don’t feel any shame. One hand lingers on my chest while the other dips down to the fly of my jeans, toying with it a bit but not opening as I look to Dom for approval.*
Dom: *I thought that tightness in my stomach had left forever, but there's a point beginning now in the middle of me that I'm sure is stirring up my undoing. Just watching Billy makes me want to undo myself; hearing his gasps and moans that I'm so used to eliciting. I lick my dry lips and try to sit up again to see him clearly, but I'm tugged back to the bed. The image of him is so lovely, it must be an illusion. Billy's never done this before. His hand running down the bare skin of his own chest to his stomach that dips in and out inadvertently at his touch; that skin I used to feel under my own hand, feel those small and uncertain movements of his stomach. That's my part; that's where my hands are supposed to be. I rub my fingertips on the stretched cloth of my bonds, imagining the feel of Billy's skin. But I know it's softer. I can feel the curves now where his fingers are traveling; it's all embedded into my memory in a thought that only returns at times like this. Then one of his hands slides lower, and I strain to sit up and watch, spreading my legs out flat so they aren't blocking the sight of him. His fingertips rub past the edge of his jeans and he flicks gently at the zipper and along the hard spine where his shape is bulging. His watchful, testing gaze flickers as his breaths make little panting sounds. My own breath whimpers in a sharp sigh, and I pull hard on my ties, knowing what lies in the familiar warmth that my body is slowly relearning. My eyes flicker from his alluring gaze down to his hand at the fly of his jeans, and as it moves, his fingers pressing down the hard spine of his zipper again and causing him a little gasp, I become fascinated, completely still, and I swallow in anticipation.*
Billy: *I’ve got his full attention, focused so clearly on me, and I can’t help it: I love it. I love this feeling of intense concentration on me, his gaze like a caress, and when I close my eyes and flick open the button of my jeans, I can almost imagine that it’s his hands so close to my heat, and the thought causes me to part my lips and give a little moan. It him suddenly, never mind that it’s my hands. His gaze has become a part of my movements, the way his eyes move across my body dictating the movement of my hands. I lower the zipper slowly, eyes opening at the exact same pace to look across to him, his chest beginning to heave again, and he takes my breath away, oh fuck, he does. I can’t go another moment without touching myself, or I may burn to ashes right here. I slide my hand into my boxers and let out a short, stuttering moan, squeezing slightly, needing just that little bit of relief, but no more.* Do you wish you were touching me, love? *I ask, voice rough and raw amongst both our harsh breathing. I give myself another sharp squeeze before drawing my hands to my hips, pushing both my jeans and boxers down at once and stepping out of them.* What would you do if your hands were free? *I walk until my legs are touching the bed and stop, hovering there, my hands slowly beginning to move again. I circle a hand around my own erection, slowly stroking myself, and I fight to keep my eyes open, because the sight of him feels even better than my actual touch.*
Dom: *My mouth hangs partly open, and I'm more than entranced - I'm stuck here, eyes on his moving hand. I want that to be my hand, I think, somewhere in the back of my mind. My hands circle subconsciously around my ties again, and I twist them as I pull against the bed. He gasps, in and out, his hand sliding softly around his hilt, and my chest falls suddenly with a short moan. I pull forward, the bed creaking and ties constricting.* Ah... *I pull harder on my bonds, slowly realising how very much I do want to touch him, hunger growing for him inside of me. My skin is trickling with warmth, the pit of my stomach growing and pressing teasingly just behind my arousal; my stare is vacant as his hand pulls again across his throbbing length and at once his body looks painfully limp.* Billy... *My brow furrows and I pull, straining the bedposts.* Fuck. *I push my legs down the bed, trying to move any way I can, face wincing with silent frustration when he makes one hard stroke and moans weakly and deeply, his face expressing the realisation of an approaching orgasm. My length rises tentatively, and I gasp in surprise. I've never felt such a quick erection.* Ah! *I lean back and look to the ceiling, wide-eyed, body writhing stiffly on the bed. I want him... Oh fuck I want him so much... I grasp the bonds and give one hard tug, shaking the whole bed. And at once my eyes return to his body in time to see his hand grant his arousal a strong thrust, and my chest heaves heavily, again with the same light whimpers as he moans liquidly. I huff a breath and push my torso off of the bed, receiving another jerk back.* Oh shite... *I grunt and push again, falling back and reeling below the weight of my growing arousal. Clutching my bonds, I pull forcefully, bringing myself up further into the pillows and then to the head of the bed where I slide myself up against the backboard until my bonds grow taut. And I just look at him. And his hand slips again down his own length, bringing his face such flashes of pressure and imminent release. He nearly closes his eyes, and then stops, letting his dark eyes connect with mine before lowering them to blatantly stare at every vulnerable place on my whole body.* I want to...fuck...you. *I breathe, body pounding. My hands wring the cloth ties, and I growl.* I want to fuck you with my hands...
Billy: *It’s a good thing I chose that moment to still my hand, because if he had spoken those words when I was still stroking myself, I probably would have come right then. As it is, I let out a long moan, dropping to the bed between his legs on my knees, my hands bracing myself on the mattress. I know how quickly this game will end if I give in and do what I need, but right now I believe it’s the quality, not quantity that matters. I move my knees outside his legs, crawling up his body until I’m sitting on his stomach, hands resting on the mattress above his shoulders so I’m leaning over him, eye to eye. I don’t have to speak loudly, this close to him, and that’s good, because at this point anything above a breathy whimper would come out as a groan.* I want you to fuck me, Dom, alright? But you don’t need your hands. Just let me... *I lean in farther and breathe against his lips, just far enough away to resist a kiss.*
Dom: *A tremor races through my body, and my arousal quickly reaches its maximum. So amazing... I shake with a small thrust, feeling the lure of my erection to find touch. I lick my lips; his breath is still dripping off of my mouth as I mix in my own shallow moan, and I begin to feel the firm shape of his own arousal pressing into my bare stomach, skin causing skin such heat and moisture. Billy sends pressure from his stiff length into my stomach, and I want to taste him with sudden urgency. I grunt and raise my head, lips seeking his hungrily, but he pulls just far enough away so my bonds stop me out of his reach, shaking out a desperate whimper as I fall back to the bed. I try to writhe my hips below, but his weight limits my motion, and I'm left to slide my legs uselessly along the length of bed, messing the covers and trying to push myself further upward without knowing why.* Ahah... *I almost sob, pushing up under him, but I'm so weak. Please, Billy... There's a place between my legs that I can't see, just beyond where he is sitting, where I'm beginning to feel horribly ignored. My wrists chafe within my bonds as I twist my arms in vain, opening my eyes to look up wearily into Billy's eyes as he also rises with my breath, his body still waiting in pulsing arousal that I can feel against my skin.*
Billy: Beautiful... *I breathe again, gently, lips invading the air above his, but still not making contact. I rise away from his face, leaning over to reach in the nightstand drawer for the little tube we keep there, shutting the drawer and sitting up straight, uncapping it. I spread the lube over my fingers, eyes never leaving Dom’s face, and reach around behind me, fingers wrapping around Dom’s erection and stroking, up and down. My own breath shudders out of me in time with his, never unable to get enough of that silk between my fingertips. Or inside me.* Can’t wait to feel you inside me, Dommie. There’s nothing in the world like that feeling, being fucked by you. Nothing compares.
Dom: Ah-... *My eyes tighten closed when I feel his fingers run down my length, covered in cool liquid. And as soon as his voice hits my ears, I realise what is about to happen, and I press my legs down the bed, lifting my hips to his hand and tipping his body toward me with all of the strength I have left, which isn't very much at all. This is it...what I want... I wanted this... I gasp when his fingers slip on my vulnerable skin, making a ring around my hilt with a soft squeeze, and I arch back into the pillows, panting frantically.* Ohhh, Billy... *I lift higher, relishing his touch and imagining the picture of his hand caressing my arousal behind his back. I feel the sweat ebb at my forehead and I grunt, shoving toward the headboard. When is he going to move back; lower himself slowly, tightly down my length. The snakes are coiling in my stomach again, just below the weight of him, causing me to thrust lightly at his fingertips. Come onto me... come... Oh, please, slide onto me.* Billy... Let me inside you...oh, please- *I twist my hips and lift, urgently, his hands beckoning me to rise as they slip around my erection.* Ah-, put me inside you...
Billy: *I can’t wait any longer, and neither can he, and there’s no reason to deny either of us any longer. Hand still wrapped around Dom’s arousal, I raise myself up on my knees and position myself over him, eyes focused intently on his, all my senses solely diverted to his eyes and his pulse between my palm.* Ready? *I mouth, barely a whisper, and decide not to wait for an answer, not when I already know what the answer will be. I lower myself slowly down, feeling that familiar stretch-burn, a loud gasp breaking forth from my lips as I let go, allowing my body to take control as I place my hands on his shoulders and sink all the way down.* Fuck, Dom, you feel so right... *I groan, fully seated on him, rocking ever so slightly, just to feel him move inside me.*
Dom: Ah-ah..!! *My head falls back into the pillows, body twisting as I slide into him, his opening around me and rubbing as he rocks against my length.* Ah... Ah, Billy... *I turn my hands in my bonds, longing to pull them away and show Billy's arousal the same pleasure as mine is receiving. He's so warm inside; so soft and velvet. This wholeness surrounding me; it's unfathomable. So deep and so complete. I'm so complete. I push my legs against the bed and raise my hips, letting gravity tug him down onto me a little more. And when I look, he's making the most delectable expression, mouth partly open in a soundless gasp, and I lower myself back to the bed with a sighing moan, feeling his fingers massage slowly into my shoulders. I pull my bonds, creaking the bed steadily, longingly, until every little vibration runs through our bodies. I stare deeply up at Billy as he settles himself hesitantly back down on the shape of my erection, to the position of his own deepest pleasure. My arousal grows thick at the sight of it; his face flickered with small moments of tension and relief. I want to reach between his legs and help him feel relief all over.* Billy... *I speak softly, voice breaking a little as he adjusts himself.* Ah, move-, Billy... *I grunt and all of my muscles tense as he sits again.* Ah-, fuck yourself on me...
Billy: *Rising again, I slide back down quickly, feeling him slip deeper to a spot he hadn’t reached before, a spot that makes me cry out and grip more tightly to his shoulders, my eyes flying open and focusing, unfocusing, then refocusing on his. I can’t seem to stay in the present right now. Time slows down and speeds up out of our control, and the only consistency is the deep pulsing inside me, the rock of our hips, and the rise and fall of our bodies in sync. We’re consistent, but nothing else.* Oh fuck, Dom! *I cry out, arching my back and tipping my head back to keep in this position, right here, where I can feel him deepest. Sweat prickles across my face and drips down as I lift myself higher, quicker, slamming back down with more force than before. I’m not even being touched, and yet I can feel myself more tense and ready than every before, poised on the edge and waiting to fall.*
Dom: *My teeth grind as he comes down on me, hot and fast, clenching down on my length as we collide and he shouts. I arch my head back and smell the thick scent of us on our pillows, and I suddenly twist with an intense arousal, starving for Billy. I look up pointedly at my ties and shake them, frantically pulling them and turning them, wringing them with my hands and panting fearfully that he'll come down upon me again before I can come free. My head tips up until my chin is touching my collar, and I strain to see Billy; to see where we are connected, where he is moving himself on me and leading himself to orgasm. But what I see causes a blade of shock to run up my length, as I find his own erection before me, rising just off of my stomach where Billy is rocking himself against my hips. He's so full and stiff and incredible. My eyes are fixed between his legs and I let my chest fall with a sharp, painful sigh, which almost shouts from me in quick need. I need to touch him. I need to touch that... My spine slowly arches below him and I move my hips in small thrusts, using the rocking motion to tug me at my bonds. I pull my arms so strongly, that I almost lose my breath, and as I watch his length grow with each of my thrusts, I let out a hopeless cry and begin heaving at my ties again and again and again, thrusting and heaving in rhythm to Billy's enraptured shouts.* Ah-! *I grunt and shout again, unable to break free no matter how much force I throw against each tie, and as I become more frustrated, my heart beating in my ears, my movements become furious and my hips buck uncontrollably to my tearing frustration and Billy's heightening shouts and arousal. I watch him rise, length lifting in unison with each fall, and he coughs a moan, resting on me and letting me roll my hips under him as I struggle to get free.* Billy! *I grunt, shouting, stiff-muscled.* Fucking hell, I need you!!
Billy: *I’m impaling myself down on him as quickly as I can now, barely rising up before slamming myself down again, and my cries are increasing in volume and pitch with every breath that finds its way from my lungs, lungs that are having an increasingly difficult time keeping up with the rest of my body. My eyes open to slits as I look down at Dom, noticing his line of sight, knowing what he wants. And I shouldn’t give it to him. That’s what this game has been all about, isn’t it? But I want it to, so much that I don’t think I’ll make it without his touch. With a strangled cry I lean forward, hands reaching for his, fingers fumbling against the ties as I struggle to untie his hands. After a few desperate moments I manage to release one, and then the other one comes undone quickly after that, and it’s not a game anymore, and that’s fine. No more playing.* Come on, Dommie! Fuck, oh- please!
Dom: *I gasp with an uncontrollable smile as he releases me, and my hands fumble directly to his arousal, latching on tightly to his hilt. Oh, and as soon as I touch him... my body melts like butter. I drag my hands down his length in one long, delicious pull, running my fingers over the top and the delicate underside. My chest sighs, head falling deeply back into the pillows and I smile completely, wholly elated, captivated by the feel of his silky skin running through my fingers, and his arousal seems to fill my hand, and his moan fills my ears. We're both shuddering still for a whole moment, held together on the brink of something fascinating, unraveling us both with pre-orgasmic tremors. Then Billy's voice begins, whimpering softly and growing, shaking from his lips, and I squeeze firmly back up the length of his erection to his waist. I tremble as a beautiful sigh comes through my smile, and gently I begin to roll my hips again, gaining force with every new thrust until the bed is rocking once again, and I'm completely whole in him, embedded in him, rubbing him, touching him, oh, fuck, finally touching him. I almost laugh every pleasured gasp, and I thrust harder, wanting to please Billy more than he has ever been pleased. Wanting to hear him come, now. I want to hear him announce his release to the ceiling, bursting through my hands...Oh my hands... I rub up and down his arousal, loving the softness, the moaning, the violent rocking, Billy's newly awoken need.* Billy... *I moan through my smile, wrapping my hands a little tighter as they both stroke him.* Billy, come...
Billy: *It was worth it, keeping him pent up for so long, denying myself the pleasure of his touch, to now see that smile, that look of near-satisfaction, brought on by the fact that he can now feel my skin beneath his palm. I choke out a cry, body arched back by the force of it, by how this feeling rocks through my body and infuses in my blood, turning my body into a chemical mixture about to explode. Suddenly, with his touch, I feel my body complete a loop, pleasure running back into pleasure, a circle encompassing the both of us and never ending. I sigh when I feel that oncoming tingle, fingers scrabbling across his chest for purchase, and I feel myself torn wide open, breath coming rapidly in short bursts that don’t even begin to fill my aching lungs, and suddenly everything freezes; the calm before the storm. Then, almost before I know it’s happening my head snaps back and I bellow his name to the ceiling, feeling my insides liquefy and surge forward as I come violently across his hands, belly, and chest, still rocking desperately against him, feeling him rub inside me. I don’t want this completeness to ever dissipate.*
Dom: Ah, ah... Ah, Billy! *My hips buck continually, running my length into him and back and in and back as he suddenly exerts the most pressure through his heavy climax. Oh, this feeling, his length slipping through my hands on his own release, liquid spreading over my stomach, pouring between our bellies as he still holds me, rolling his body on me for the last escapes of his pleasure. My smile widens, mouth open as his hands run up and down, clambering over my skin, and I thrust quickly, just enough to feel my head rub within him with each spine-arching motion, letting him feel me slide through his opening to continue his orgasm. I grip his length in a hard squeeze, focusing my energy on my own climax and begin to shake myself under him, wringing out the last of my desperate need in his tightened clasp, and rubbing again and again through his body until the snakes are licking at my head for that tickling release. I shove my head and my shoulders back into the bed and bend my back with the farthest arch I can manage, and all at once, I let myself drop into the cushions, hurling my force into one crashing thrust deep, deep into him, to the warmest, farthest vulnerable parts of him, scraping my head against his walls. And the snakes spread through me again, loosely this time, and I stretch back into the bed with a slow smile as I begin to trickle through him, then sighing, gasping as my release comes hot into him in a long spurt, and I roll my hips gently to him again, massaging my length in its orgasm. I close my eyes and feel the waves of pleasure ripple through me again, almost forgetting to stroke Billy where my fingers are still wrapped tightly around his soft, damp skin. I feel his body slide against my belly on his own come, the last wave of my climax reverberating into each of my muscles, melting my tension, loosening my body until I feel all of my senses again and stroke up and down Billy's length simply to feel him. I tip my head forward and open my eyes at last, smiling gently when I see Billy holding himself still above me with a dazed, sated expression. My hips rise languidly to his opening, and I continue to slide in and out on my own wet release, massaging between Billy's legs with my hands to make him aware of my constant presence, as well as to calm the both of our bodies with gentle rhythm. I sigh and smile, taking him in with my eyes, gaze trapped on him as we rock softly back and forth together in the stillness.* I think I've found another reason to love you... *I whisper, smile curving, still feeling him delicately.*
Billy: *I’ve gone too boneless to hold myself upright anymore, and slowly I lower myself to his chest, skin sliding slickly against his through my own release. I can still feel him, deep inside me, that constant presence that I hope will one day become so familiar to me that I’ll feel it even when he isn’t here. My breathing slows through shudders gradually, mouth taking much energy to curve upwards into a smile, and I slide my fingers of one hand through his hair, rubbing his scalp gently. The other hand reaches between us to take one of his hands, my fingers holding gingerly to his abraded wrist, and I rub it gently, then bring it up to my lips to kiss the chafed skin.* What’s that, then? *I ask with a murmur, feeling warm and satiated and comfortable and in love, oh, so in love, more than anything else in love.*
Dom: *My stomach bounces and I smile, the glow of something familiar lingering in his eyes as I watch him. I let him gently press his lips to my wrist, even though I can feel a sore reminder of my ties under the soft pressure of his kisses. It still feels lovely, and I'm beginning to enjoy the reminder anyway, so I look at him with nothing but fondness, feeling him relax limply into the shape of my body as I explain to him the billionth reason that I love him.* You untied me at the last minute. *I pronounce with a lilt of surprise. And at the sound of my voice, he laughs a little and unfolds into something utterly adorable before my eyes. My heart skips at the sight of him. Oh, what a beautiful lover... Carefully, I pull my hand from between our bellies and cup it smoothly around his face; I wipe the matted hairs away from his damp brow.* Even though I don't think that was in your plan. Or our plan. Or whoever had the idea to do this in the first place... I'm glad you let me touch you. *I grin at him, all of him, and stroke his cheek with my thumb, watching his eyes shine as he listens.* It was incredible, Billy. You were so bloody amazing. I think I've gone into shock; broken maybe. You were so fucking gorgeous when you touched yourself... *I wrap my arms suddenly around him and lie back happily into the pillows.* So bloody incredible; I can't get the picture out of my head...
Billy: *I grin, probably a bit more proudly than I should, and reach down to take his face between my hands, feeling his skin resonate warm beneath my fingers.* It wasn’t in my plan, no. But there came a time when I had to say “bugger the plan” before I fell apart. *I duck my head and look down at his chest, avoiding his eyes for a moment because suddenly, I’m blushing. After all I just did, I’m blushing. I bite my lower lip and look back up at him, fingertips stroking back and forth against his temples.* It was alright, then? Now you know why I called Marty and got you the day off?
Dom: You're brilliant... *I say, gazing at him with a warm smile. My arms loosen around him and I rub my hands up and down his dampened skin, massaging a little when I reach the little crook above his bum, the base of his spine, and I want to tip my head to his and give him all sorts of kisses for the way his cheeks have turned lightly pink.* Bloody incredible, Billy; I'll never go to work again... *I feel my body physically ache every time I think of it, shuddering through the word "incredible" as it passes my lips. He's still situated around me, keeping me more than warm, and I never want to move out of him and leave the safety of his gentle body.* I can't even get of bed... Can you? *I ask, and bring a hand up to his face to touch the blushing tints around his cheeks.*
Billy: It would probably help your situation if I moved off you. *I reply with a laugh, but make no move to do such a thing. I do, however, lean over his body, pressing more of our skin together as I rest against him, looking more closely at his face now that we’re closer together.* I don’t think you should ever go back to work, either. McKenzie’s going to take one look at those wrists and wonder who abused you so. *I sigh. Whereas I will look at those wrists and want to make love with him again. I kiss his nose gently, moving back just enough to look at him, but close enough to kiss again if either of us chooses to do so.* I didn’t hurt you, did I? I mean, really hurt you?
Dom: *I glance at him on the edge of a breath, realising that he’s serious, and suddenly I feel a piece of his love tap into my heart. My smile grows a little and I shrug unsuccessfully, because of the position, lifting my hands carefully between us for him to see my wrists. They’re red...but not too bad. Probably will bruise. I turn them over, looking casually.* Nah, not bad. I’m all right. *I look back at Billy, who still looks at me worriedly. I give him a little reassuring smile and bring my hands to his face.* I know you’d never really hurt me, Billy. *I rub my thumbs softly against his cheeks, feeling his lovely weight pressed all over me as he relaxes.* Are you all right?
Billy: Am I alright? *I ask disbelievingly, laughing and leaning in to tumble kisses all over his face.* I am so, so, so much more than alright. All I have to say is it’s a good thing neither of us has to go to work tomorrow, because now we can stay in bed together all day. How does that plan sound to you? *I don’t give him much opportunity to answer, though, because I lean down and kiss him hard, giving him the sort of kiss I’ve been wanting to give him since he arrived home but I restrained myself from giving. Why, I wonder now?*
Dom: Mmm... *My heart sticks in my chest and I close my eyes, washing over with such an incredible feeling that I have to sigh as great as I can to make sure I don't burst. His lips are the most delicious things I've ever tasted. Warm and soft, pushing deep into my mouth in a long-awaited, profoundly desired kiss. If I weren't so exhausted, so satiated, this would be the most arousing thing I'd ever experienced. Just his touch; his weight lowing against my body, all captured in the importance of this kiss. My hands slip down his body slowly, feel all of his warm skin rise with goosebumps, and I sigh again as our lips move longingly together. If he could only know what it feel like to have arms wrapped around his beautifully-formed body, and have lips doctored carefully by the attention of his kisses.* Mmmm... *I follow as he pulls gently away and our lips finally separate with a small, timid popping sound, causing me to smile instantly. I lay my head back into the pillows and look at him, settling into the cushion.* Just give me a couple minutes, Bill. I want to let you know what I thought of that kiss, but it's going to take me a little while. *I grin at him, still feeling the kiss on my lips and wanting to close my eyes again to imagine it.*
Billy: *I laugh, feeling the vibrations reverberate through our chests, and then slide off of Dom’s body finally. I feel him slip out of me and I groan, having underestimated how much I’d miss his comforting presence inside me. I stretch out beside him, throwing an arm and a leg over his body to keep us as close as humanly possible, and rest my cheek against his shoulder.* I leave you speechless; is that it? *I ask jokingly with a grin, choosing to spend my time wisely and kiss every inch of his shoulder.*
Dom: *I turn my head toward him with a warm smile, wishing I were close enough to kiss him too, but not minding overly much the simple sight of him kissing me. My arm bends back gently and I barely stroke his cheek with the back of my hand.* I wish I could answer. You make me speechless in so many ways. *I look at him fondly and bring my hand to my lips, touching my mouth to the backs of my fingers and then reaching back to Billy, pressing the kiss softly onto his cheek.* I love you.
Billy: *I roll over so I’m halfway on top of him, chest to chest, and lean in to kiss his lips gently.* I love you too. And I don’t need an answer. It’s the exact same one I’d give you if I could tell you just what you do to me. *I kiss him again, because kisses speak louder than words, and much more effectively as well.*
Dom: *I breathe in this kiss and try to taste him even as his lips leave mine. Then I lean back and look at his deep green eyes keeping watch on mine. Six months, he's loved me. Or maybe even more. But six months ago he said he loved me, and knowing it made all the difference to the way my heart beat for him, the ways I wanted to make him feel my love for him. And his love hasn't stopped, or dwindled, or paused. Because here it is again in this room, in his eyes, traveling down to me in silence, with a little smile that makes my heart skip. Six months isn't the longest relationship I've had, really. I've been with others for much longer before. But I haven't been with someone as fully as this. And I'm glad, actually, that it's only been a short time with Billy, because I think about all the time I have left with him, and all of the memories we'll make along the road ahead, and no one in my past will ever matter like Billy; none of my other relationships will have been as long, full, and loving as the one I will share with Billy. As long or as short as I have him, it will still be the longest love of my life; not matter what happens. I already love him to the end of time.* I want six more months... *I bring my hand to his cheek and stroke lightly, catching his silent attention after my period of quiet gazing.* Do you?
Billy: *I shake my head, and I’m not worried at all about being misunderstood.* I want more than that. Much more than that. *I tip my lips into the palm of his hand, lightly kissing. I’m still searching for some part of his body that doesn’t feel good under my lips, that doesn’t taste good, but I have the distinct feeling it’s a losing battle, and I’m not that determined anyway. I move my mouth away from his skin and spend a long moment looking down at him, the love I feel for him reflected in his eyes up to me.* Six months is a good start, though. *I break out into a grin, pressing my lips to his again before resting my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. I yawn softly.* When we wake up in the morning or... when... whenever... I want to make love to, is that alright? And then after I get up and make you breakfast... or lunch, whatever... I want to make love to you again. Can I, Dom?
Dom: *My smile grows shyly and I feel red on my cheeks, even though I'm positive that he is allowed every part of me whenever he wants, as many times... I'm just thankful that he wants to love me like this, above anyone else. Because he wants to share that pleasure and that love with me. I want to give that same pleasure to him in return; in return, I'll give him as much of me as he wants.* You could do it again now, if you wanted. I'd start myself again for you, right now, and you could take me again. I would let you make love to me every second, if that's what you wanted to do. If that would make you happy. *I sigh, even feeling more in love as I think about his happiness.* I'm yours all over, Billy. *I smile and tilt my head toward my chest, just seeing the top ruffles of his hair rise as I breathe. He has adorably soft hair, and just looking at it makes the corner of my mouth rise fondly. My arms slide up around his back and I nestle in under him, feeling him warm around me, his exhalations flowing onto my chest like hot water. And my smile grows even more.* I wish we could smile more when we were making love, so I could tell how happy you were... Or how much happier you should be.
Billy: *I laugh softly at this, the idea ludicrous.* I don’t think it’s possible to be happier than I am when we’re making love, Dom. Anymore happiness would be a crime to humanity, because it’s too much happiness to belong to one person. *I’m getting sappy, but that’s possibly because his words do threaten to make me cross that threshold of normal human happiness, not that that doesn’t happen often when I’m around Dom. Not only that, but his words are giving me ideas I shouldn’t be having, not after this evening. But I’m having them anyway, and a smile curves languidly on my lips as I reach over and cup his hip in my hand, thumb stroking back and forth against the soft flesh.* Would you like me to make love to you again? It’s possible I won’t be able to stop myself anyway, but I want to know if you want me, Dom.
Dom: *I know what I just said to him about having all of me at any time, but when his words threaten to act on it, my eyes look down to him with a hint of surprise, eyes widening a little as his fingers massage my bare hip temptingly.* Bill... Are you-. Do you really want to? *But I don't mean to discourage him. Not if he wants me. I know that I want him at all times, so it doesn't really matter how sated I feel anyway. I know I can always recover from that. But he's rarely wanted something like this before.* You're not too tired? *I feel my own thumb rub along the indent of his spine subconsciously and I suddenly realise that I want this already, though I didn't think it would be this strong. Not this soon. There's still a cool sweat over my body leftover from our recent lovemaking, and I can feel his last release between our stomachs. I mean I have to wonder. Does he mean it? He wants it another time? Perhaps I've underestimated something; like my abilities...or Billy's sex drive, (which is an enticing thing to think about). But I don't want to force him, or hurt him.* You sure you're not too tired?
Billy: *I grin wickedly, feeling my own skin heat up in response to his questions. This night was meant to be a surprise to him. I didn’t realise I’d surprise myself as well. But maybe it’s not such a surprise. This is Dom, after all. He makes this all very easy.* Your lover is not such an old man, Dominic. *I chastise lightly, hand brushing past his hip and slipping closer to the low heat between his legs.* And my lover is wickedly arousing. I think that I will manage easily enough. *I lean up and claim his mouth quickly, before he can retort in any way, hand inching its way along as I turn my body and press my newly growing arousal to his hip, showing him and confirming what my words have already affirmed.*
Dom: I want to remark into his mouth, but I’m suddenly tied up in a kiss, and I can only manage a sharply astonished expression when I feel his tightening hardness prod my side, unintentionally producing my muffled gasp around his tongue as it slides between my lips. His hand... Oh. My hips turn subconsciously toward his roaming hand as his fingers make inchworm motions along my skin. My heat is growing. I can feel my length gently pulsing with the rhythm of my heartbeat, and I can’t believe he’s done this so fast. I’m ready, too...but I feel that my arousal is coming on less urgently. Just when I want it to be urgent. And Billy is so bleeding sexy right now; taking everything so immediately as he wants it. But my body isn’t responding in its usual way. I press my body close to his and try to feel everything at once. Billy’s shape wrapped against my side... His need... I have to convince my body that, after two orgasms, it definitely wants another. I know it does; or at least it will, once it’s relearned all that the term implies. And I know that I’m getting aroused... Billy’s already tempting me in the most devastating ways, stealing my breath and taste with his tongue and slow, circling kiss, massaging me longingly with his hands in hidden areas, giving me the familiar sensation of his heat, all radiating from the verge of his newly pumping arousal. He’s bringing all of this about with his body. And I try to help myself along by picturing Billy’s sticky hand in my mind, slipping between us on what’s left of his last release, trickling into the crux of my legs where my length waits for him. I try to see the shape of his arousal growing, pressing more and more stiffly into my thigh, growing harder and thicker all along its length to the very head, the beading tip. And I growl a little into Billy’s mouth when the images only heighten my arousal by a few notches, when I want to feel it beating into my ears. I want to have an erection; a full-to-bursting, tickling at the tip, pounding on the walls, stiffened bloody erection. I make an aching little noise and break contact with Billy’s lips abruptly, already panting, and look him in the eye.* Billy... I need your help. Please. *I take in a shuddering breath, needing him so badly, arms claiming him to my body to ensure this oncoming arousal with him.* Touch me. Hard. Say things. Say those kind of things.
Billy: *My hand bends sharply, fingers reaching out and circling around his half-erection, squeezing tightly.* Help, huh? *I ask breathily, pressing myself harder into his hip as I search for that delicious friction, and my hand slides down to the hilt slowly, then back up again. I suppose it shouldn’t be a surprise that he’s not as ready for this again as I am. After all, I’ve spent most of the evening torturing him and in turn torturing myself, and only getting half the release that he did. That, and with Dom, I just can’t bloody help it. I think I put Viagra in my own dinner without knowing it.* Say what kind of things, hmm? Whatever do you mean? *And I’m back to torturing again, but this time it’s only him, because the friction of his hip is more than enough to draw little whimpers from my own lips.* Do you want me to tell you how fucking sexy you’ve been all night, spread out on the bed, open to me? So sexy that I probably could have come just by looking at you in your need, or maybe just by tasting you? Do you want me to tell you how good you tasted, better than any sort of dinner we could have had, and that I’d be so tempted to spread out between your legs and taste you again if I weren’t so bloody eager to get inside you? *I stroke him a bit quicker now, mouth making its way to his ear and I lick his earlobe, moaning.* Or how about I love you so fucking much, Dom? And that no one’s ever been able to do this to me, to turn me on so quickly like you do, and it’s partly because you’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen on this Earth, and it’s partly because you’re the most amazingly sexual lover anyone could ever dream of, but it’s mostly because of the person that you are, the kindest, most thoughtful, most loving man I’ve ever met or ever could meet, and I want you all to myself, forever? Are those the kind of things you want me to say, Dom?
Dom: *I cough a little when he squeezes my length through my name.* Yes- *My fingers begin to press into his back, making small indents in his skin, and I push into his hand with my hips, feeling his palm run down my length; feeling my arousal rise steadily more and more. I know I can manage this. I can do this, if I keep pushing. I arch my head back into the pillows, sweat beading on my forehead, sliding again through his hand.* Oh... *My eyes pinch closed, and I can feel it coming; the heat throbbing between my legs now, almost...almost there. Billy squeezes again with his fingers, running down my growing erection and at the same time grinding himself up my thigh with a shaken gasp.* Ah- *The head of my erection is pulsing, I can feel it as Billy massages the tip, and I feel it hit me in a sudden gust, knocking my breath out in a loud gasp. That's it. That's what I need. I'm so aroused; so on fire. I can feel my need as strong as I can feel Billy's, thrusting ruggedly against my leg for touch. I'm so hard; Billy whimpers out to me as he grips between my legs, up and down again, faster and faster. So good... Now. Please. I love this. My fingertips dig into Billy's skin and I moan, letting him know that I'm ready. My breath strangles out his name in swift, tortured need, muscles clenched.*
Billy: *I grin, nibbling on his earlobe as my hand continues stroking and my other hand reaches for the earlier discarded lube. I shift and move between his legs, allowing my arousal to rub against his, that divine, electric friction eliciting a cry from my lips, and I bow my head to lick at his lips.* I want to make love to you, Dominic. I want to be inside you, where I belong. *I grab at the tube of lube, popping it open and coating my fingers before sliding them between us, gently pressing one digit against his entrance, and then in.*
Dom: Ahh! *My head arches back again, losing the feeling of his warm breath near my ear, and I lift my hips to his hands and the familiar burning of his entrance. Fumbling my hands down, I cup around his bum, pushing against his giving skin and pulling him toward me, wanting that same rubbing feeling on our arousals. He shoves in another finger and I jump, squirming back into the bed until the sudden stretching heat subsides and I rest down, arousal pumping hard.* Billy... *I moan, pressing my fingers deep into his skin. My hips are curving toward his fingers, and I gasp when he slides them slowly in and out to test, moving his hips down at the same lulling rhythm, our erections nearly brushing.* Ah-! *I twist into the covers of our bed, cold breezes hitting the sweat all over my body now. I don’t want his fingers anymore; I’m not stretched enough. Not like he stretches me; when we make love, he’ll slide inside me, start rocking inside me. He’ll make himself hard in me, make himself come as I hold my own arousal. That’s how. I want to have that moment when he first slips in. When all of me is filled up because he’s working to complete me in every way. Let me look at him when he finds his way in, watch his face when he first feels it. He’s surrounded, latched onto, rubbing if he so much as breathes. He wants it. His panting hits my skin, and I turn my head desperately in the pillows, feeling even another finger slip in, and my hips respond.* Billy! *I thrust up onto his fingers, helping to stretch myself for him, ignoring the pain. My legs slide up on the mattress until my knees are pointed at the ceiling, and then I slip my ankles around the backs of his legs, lifting my hips to the exact angle, shuddering in wait.*
Billy: *So much of this surpasses words, the way that Dom and I understand each other, and it’s a good thing too, since neither of us seem capable of anything but incomprehensible grunts and each other’s names. My fingers move in and out of him rapidly, stretching and sliding slickly as I make sure he really is fully prepared for me. But his panting and moaning and arching tell me enough and I push my fingers in once more, all the way and seeking for his spot before withdrawing completely. I rub the rest of the lube from my fingers onto my aching arousal, groaning, eyes snapping open to look down at Dom. And then my hands are on his hips, steadying him as I guide myself to his entrance, pushing myself inside him slowly, so slowly, and I cry out from the intensity of it.*
Dom: Oh, Billy!! *My back arches up when I feel his head slowly enter me. Then a little more. Then more of him slides inside of me, his length slipping deeply in, stretching me open. My legs grip around, up his thighs, as much as I have to try to reach. My fingers knead into the softness of his bum and pull him closer into my legs simultaneously, taking a deep breath and forgetting to exhale. Then he slides to a stop, firmly thrusts to reach as far in as he can, causing my breath to come out in short, broken gasps until he has found the deepest place he can, and we're still. I let a long sigh slip through my shuddering lips, still kneading him, feeling him with closed eyes. But I know I want to see him; it would help me now. Make me feel this arousal even more, if I saw the sweat beading on his pale forehead; his weary, tortured expression. Grunting, I shift my head forward, carefully opening my eyes until I can focus. And there he is. Billy's body unfolding before me, beautiful and sweet, caught up in a moment of pleasure and heat, his chest rising and falling quickly as his own eyes gaze into mine. He's so close, pressed into me as far as he can, holding my hips down with slipping palms at the crooks of my thighs. I massage my hands into his skin, more urgently, clenching around him with my legs. He whimpers; every little move giving him pleasure and sending his pulse right through me. He's beating inside of me, silently, we can both feel it. It's running up my chafed skin, inside. I can feel it hit my stomach and tumble down. Beat, beat, beat... I let out a sharp breath and then feel it between my legs. Only it isn't Billy this time. I look down across my chest and see my arousal risen before me, before Billy; close to his skin. I feel so hard, I wish Billy would touch me. Pulsing down my length; my own heartbeat is torture. I want him to squeeze it away, between his fingers, in his palm. My hands slip on Billy's bum, and he gasps, and I gasp when he moves slightly and rubs me, and I'm tempted to just grab my erection myself and start my own ministrations.*
Billy: *He feels like heaven; after denying myself this pleasure all evening, this homecoming, he really does feel like the closest I’m ever going to get to heaven. I cry out as I slide out and push back in quickly, feeling his walls slide and tighten around me, and his name lingers in the air at the end of the cry. Only Dom could ever do this.* Oh Dom, Dommie, Dom... *I moan, pushing my lips down against his and loosening a hand from his hip. The hand slips between us, circling his erection and pulling it in time with my thrusts, which are quickly becoming less and less controlled. I can’t help it; Dom’s going to break me apart from the inside, piece by piece, until I fall apart all over him.*
Dom: *My hips jump to his hand and a cry breaks from my lips, his fingers squeezing firmly around my erection to take some of the pressure into his palm. He begins to move, and his hand drags down my length, then up with a thrust, then down again, and I can feel him gasping on my lips, breaking kisses for every sharp breath as he begins to rock erratically, in and out of me, jerking my arousal in his hand. I can’t stand it, all of this pent energy. I buck my hips toward him as he moves, his body crashing down, and I hear him crying every time our motion collides in a doubled, heavy thrust. My hands grip into his upper thighs, below his bum, and each time he pulls out, I shake, and my hands slide further on the sheen of sweat over his skin. His erection slides in again strictly, nearly reaching that begging place deep inside; he squeezes his hand down from the head of my arousal to the hilt simultaneously, and I try to cry out without making a sound. One of my hands wriggles down in between us and wraps around his clenched fist pulling my arousal. My hand grips forcibly on his until I can feel the exertion of our combined grip sliding up and down, and I bite into Billy’s kiss, suckling his mouth desperately amidst my own shattering cries. He gasps, again and again in an endless rhythm, shaking the whole bed with his thrusts, trying to kiss me though his euphoria won’t allow him to latch on. I wrap my hand below his bum and pull him firmly into me, anticipating the place that waits to be stroked by his head; I can almost feel him touch the edges, and I consciously constrict his length inside of me. I need it; instant orgasm, abrupt, shocked out of my body by a button that’s so easy to press. Just a little further... I coax Billy’s hand to run rigorously over my pounding hardness, tilting myself up and pulling him deep between my legs again. Our lips break as we both cry out, voices ragged, and my words run rampant on his lips as he presses his gasping mouth down again.* Come on. Come on. Come on c’mon c’mon...almost...almost, Billy, almost almost...
Billy: I-... I-... Oh, Dom! *I cry out, feeling him tighten like a vice around me squeezing the pleasure out of me. My fist tightens around him, fingers sliding slick against the sweat and pre-come that coats his beating length. I shift up, straining as I arch up into him, changing my angle, bringing a completely new set of feelings rushing through my body. My eyes lock down on his, feeling a sense of beginning, originating in my extremities and rushing inward, and my eyes snap open. My mouth crashes down on his then, tongue desperately exploring his mouth even as I feel my orgasm building, my mouth wrenched suddenly away from his as I arch back in a howl.* Oh, FUCK!! Oh Dom, oh Dom Dom Dom…! *I thrust deeply into him, embedding my arousal to the hilt in his tight heat, spending myself inside of him forcefully as my hand squeezes involuntary around him again.*
Dom: Billy!! *I echo his call, crying to the ceiling as his hand clenches my length and he twists, sending forth his erection deep into my body, his head colliding and releasing suddenly against that untouched spot inside of me. My eyes open and all I see is nothing; my vision blurs, I feel my back arch furiously, and I squeeze Billy's hand, forcing it down my length and pumping even as I feel my release trickle under my skin, even as I feel Billy's heat shoot hard against my spot. I blink, turn to stone, pushing out with every muscle, and slowly cry out Billy's name; the pulsing urge inside of me heaves toward my tip, and with excruciating release, I'm struck in the stomach with the very fist of my orgasm and my fluid bursts onto Billy's skin, hot and long. Pleasure is moving in and out of me as I hold my breath, my hand clenched down on Billy's, latched onto my still beating length, my opening constricted onto him in the tremors of my orgasm, still shaking, still shaking as I come off and my body falls into the bed panting, thoughts reeling, eyes focused on Billy's naked, recently-pleasured, wet body.* Hoh fuck... *I heave, still trying to breathe. My limbs begin to run with tiny chills and my eyes slowly focus on the man lying on top of me, staring with dazed eyes at my face. I feel his skin under my hand again, and I massage his sweaty thigh below his bum, beginning to smile faintly as his gaze responds to the touch. My other hand unwraps from his and slips out from the wetness collected between us; I slide my fingers around his beaded thigh and cup the other side of his bum, stroking. A droplet tickles down the side of my forehead into my hairline, and it reminds me that his hair is matted all over with sweat. Heat is rising between us, and the smell is so sweet... We've finally made this room smell just the way it should; like us. It only took us three incredible times to do it. I tip my head up and reach his forehead with my lips, kissing until I can taste him beyond the salt, and I lean back into the damp pillows. Everything is wet; everything is drowned in heavy breathing and thudding heartbeats. I smile at Billy again, loving that shine on his perfect face, his skin blotched with light pink here and there, and his eyes dark and sleepy.* You worked hard today, love. *I speak softly through my smile, hands sliding gently under the curves of his bum.* You're going to start building muscles.
Billy: *I smile proudly, fingers uncurling from positions I thought they were permanently stuck in and moving them up to brush against Dom’s cheeks.* Do you think? *I ask curiously, the back of my fingers moving gently against his damp skin.* This is my favorite workout. That’s why I try to incorporate it into my everyday routine. *I laugh softly and press down against him, my lips seeking his as our stomachs slide together.*
Dom: *Billy's body slips up and his lips find mine, gently pressing against my mouth. My head tilts toward him, kissing softly, too satiated to move much more than my mouth anyway.* Mm, good. *I speak, words leaking between our lips as I pull back, looking into his eyes for that comfortable feeling he gives me with every smile.* You mark this on your daily schedule, hey? 'Go to work, pick up groceries, ...make love...' *I grin a little and tickle the backs of his thighs teasingly.* What do you call that then? An abdominal exercise?
Billy: *I wiggle a bit at his sneaky fingers, still feeling tight and warm inside of him, and I trace the curves of his ears with both of my index fingers.* It’s a full body workout, I’ll have you know. For both of us. That’s what makes it wonderful. It’s like team sports. And picking up groceries is not a daily activity. I make love far more than I go to the grocery store.
Dom: *A laugh escapes through my lips, bouncing the both of us as I look at him with smiling eyes.* Who needs food when you’re making love, right? *He still draws patterns around my ears, watching his fingers as I watch him. I glide my hands up around his bum and fold my arms over the slope of his back, holding him safe and close.* That makes me a little nervous, Bill. At the rate we’re going, we may never eat again.
Billy: I promise you, I’ll get to the grocery store tomorrow. *My lips rest against his cheekbone, unmoving, as I consider my words.* Well, maybe not tomorrow. Make that Saturday. Tomorrow we’ll have to live on love and whatever we happen to have in the cupboard. If we have the energy to get out of bed.
Dom: I don't think I will. *I smile, cheek rising under his lips, rubbing my hands lightly on his back.* After all, that's why you gave me the day off tomorrow, right? *I bend my head to look at him, giving him a teasing grin.*
Billy: It certainly is. *I nuzzle against his face with a laugh.* Just don’t tell Marty that, okay? I don’t think he’d approve of that particular reason for taking sick leave. And I don’t think I’d approve of him knowing.
Dom: That's a shame, Bill. *I speak through a patient smile, stroking slowly up and down his back, feeling the crooks of his arms near his shoulders.* No one will ever know how bloody amazing you are. And I'll never have the satisfaction of anyone else's jealousy.
Billy: Would you really want Marty’s jealousy? *I wrinkle my nose, then lean down to rest my cheek against his shoulder.* Hate to tell you this, love, but I don’t think you’re going to get anyone else’s jealousy, because I don’t think anyone else sees in me what you see in me. And I like it that way. *I sigh, kissing his shoulder.* You, on the other hand... I could see myself getting some competition.
Dom: *It feels like butterflies in my stomach when he says that. But I don’t understand; he’s beautiful. Who wouldn’t be jealous of me? I lean a blushing cheek toward his head and press the corner of my mouth into his hair with a kiss.* I want people to think you’re wonderful, too. *I speak like a child who’s been treated unfairly, frowning a little, and cuddling Billy close.* You’re always more thoughtful than I am. You remember things... You take care of me when I would usually forget. I like you better than me. *I smile embarrassedly into his hair, nuzzling to hide myself in him.*
Billy: Someone’s got to like you best. That’s my job. And I take pride in it, and do it well. *I nod self-satisfactorily, then a large yawn catches me by surprise, and I bury it against Dom’s shoulder, following it by a giggle.* I think you’ve tired me out, love.
Dom: *I laugh a little into his hair, my nose tickling against the feathery edges of it.* I think you’ve done most of the tiring tonight. *My voice muffles happily as I bury my head against his, trying to swallow down a yawn as it presses up into my throat.* But you did work very hard... *I speak out of the yawn and then press my nose to the top of his head. He smells like Billy. Nothing but Billy. That rich, thick scent of sun and rainy hills and a little drop of warm cream. I think Scotland smells like him. Or the other way around. But I’ve never been there... And I think it would just make me sleepy. Its smell is making me very sleepy... I begin to see green hills in my mind, a cloudy morning. Billy is there. I’m holding his hand. I move my fingers, and they travel across a small plane of bare skin, and my head nods; I realise that I’m still holding onto him, arms wrapped around his back, lying in our bed, warm and safe.* Mm... What is Scotland like?... *I ask, trying my best, but I’m not quite awake anymore. I just want to hear his voice... Slowly, I snuggle in under him, holding him close, shutting my eyes, and waiting silently. I can see him in my mind again, all of the pictures...the gray-green hills... He’s there, and I take his hand.*
Billy: Scotland is... *I pause, not knowing how to put a feeling I’ve taken for granted all my life into words, especially not when I’m exhausted and stupid with happiness.* ...Beautiful. It’s hard to describe it in any other way. I promise, some day I’ll take you there, and you’ll know. It’s got the most amazing views in the entire world, countryside and city alike. Everything feels alive there. Even the oldest of old buildings are full of life. *I sigh, allowing my eyes to drift shut, images of Scotland filling my head. Sometimes I see it in my dreams, but dreams don’t compare to it.* It’s home, Dom. It’s a feeling almost entirely unlike any other. The only other time I feel like I’m home is when I’m with you, love. *I look up then, eyes meeting his, eyes smiling through their tiredness.* I’ll take you there someday, and I’ll get to see what it’s like to have both of my homes, together at once.
Dom: *I give him a sleepy smile, looking at him through tired eyes for a moment when he lifts his head to me. The words are beautiful coming through his lips. I can almost hear my home in his voice. I wonder if I would feel at home in Scotland, too. Nowhere has ever really felt like home, except for right here. I've always been too preoccupied with growing up. My fingers move absently on Billy's back, and I realise that I'm suddenly preoccupied with Billy. Only Billy. All the time. My smile grows slowly and I rest back into the pillows, still looking into his loving eyes.* I want to go there with you... Sounds like the loveliest place in the world. *I grin a bit.* The loveliest place outside of your arms. *A yawn grows suddenly in my mouth again, like a large ball, getting bigger toward the back of my throat, and I duck down toward Billy, biting off the end of the yawn with a sigh. My cheek rubs along his hair and feels cool on my skin, relaxing... I can feel myself nodding again, seeing the same rainy clouds over my head, as though I'm in Scotland already, sleeping under the sky with Billy.* ...do they have old churches in Scotland?
Billy: Mmmhmm, they do... lots of them. Some falling apart, crumbling to nothing, but many many more in beautiful condition. Makes you feel like you’re stepping back in time. If you can ignore the tourists, that is. *I smile tiredly and rest my arms around his arms, sinking down onto him defeatedly. I can’t hold my head up to look at him anymore. I’ll have to content myself with hearing the rumble in his chest when he speaks, if there are many more words tonight.*
Dom: Hmmm... Okay... *I don’t remember why I’m answering anymore, but I remember that his voice, and his smell, and his touch are beautiful. I lean my head in the pillows, bringing my cheek close to the top of his head tilted against my chest. He’s draped over me like a blanket, and I feel warm all over, his arms guarding my sides and his weight protecting me above. So I protect him in my embrace and smile slightly when he makes a small noise onto my chest; an unintentional sleepy noise that I just recognize before losing my smile and leaning my head into the cushion of the pillows, sinking deeper and deeper in.* I love you... *I whisper, consciously wanting to say “happy anniversary,” or something that I would usually say to him at the ending of a special occasion like this, especially after all the work he’s done for me. But my subconscious is taking over me in slow tides, and I can barely mouth the words that are so well-known in my heart. Somewhere, deep, even where I’m beginning to fall asleep, I hope he’s understood. I want him to know how I feel before he drifts off every night. Maybe that way, I think, he’ll have sweeter dreams for the rest of his life. I’m here, Billy. I’m always here. I love you. And soon all of my mind is flooded with soft pictures of him, and nothing else.*
Billy: *My mouth curves upwards into a broad smile, expending the last of my energy for movement, I think. I’m looking forward to waking up tomorrow and feeling energized again, so I can spend every last ounce of it on Dom.* Love you too... g’night, Dommie... *I whisper, though I can already instinctively tell that he’s already fallen asleep. Still, I think the words will penetrate, and do all that I physically cannot do to ensure he sleeps soundly and happily. And so, my work done for the day, I let myself be carried away by the lullaby of his breathing to a world empty of everyone except for Dom and me.*
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