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Title: You're A Map Of A Place Maybe Someday I'll Go Ch. 14/22
Author: Pip
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: this chapter NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, never met 'em, this is all lies.
Feedback: Would be treasured beyond pearls.
Archive: Not without permission.

A/N: Thanks to fitofpique and elmathelas for the brilliant betas, and to buckle_berry for the fabulous Britpick. This fic would not be the same without you three, and I thank you from the bottom of my squishy little heart.

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

First posted July, 2006

Once back in Billy's flat, Dom went straight to the kitchen to put the kettle on, while Billy headed for his desk in the living room.

"Billy? D' you want a cup of tea?" he called, getting a mug out of the cupboard and milk from the fridge.

"Yes, please," Billy spoke from behind him. "Here, these are yours."

Dom turned, the milk bottle in hand. He looked at the two keys on Billy's outstretched palm, and automatically shook his head. "No, they're not mine."

"They are now."

"What do you--" Suddenly Dom realised what Billy meant. "Oh. Is that--oh."

"You need to be able to get in and out, don't you?" Billy asked with a little smile.

Dom stared at the silver keys, an odd blankness settling over him. Those tiny pieces of metal could mean so very much--or so very little. And despite the fact that he'd told Billy he loved him, despite the fact that Billy apparently felt the same way, Dom didn't know which it was, much or little. "I--you--"

"Take them, Dom," Billy said softly. "Mi casa es su motel, and all that, right?"


"It's just for getting in and out of the flat for now, Dom. We'll decide later what else this might signify, all right? I think there are a lot of things we need to decide, but not at this very second."

Dom looked at the keys, looked up at Billy, studying those fathomless green eyes. He finally took them, silent and precise as he plucked them out of Billy's palm, and he turned away to set the milk on the counter, then pulled his own keys out of his pocket and began worrying them onto the ring.

"Dom?" Billy said hesitantly. "Are you--you're still angry with me, aren't you?"

"No." He slid the keys the last little way until they were fully on the ring, then shoved his keys back in his jeans. As the kettle began to boil, Dom turned the gas off and put two teabags in the pot. "Hope you don't mind bagged. I don't feel like arsing around with loose tea." He filled the pot with water.

"What? No, no, I don't mind. If you're not angry with me, then why--why this ... distance?" Billy sounded fearful of the answer.

Dom looked down at the counter top, resting his hands lightly in front of him. He debated how to respond, and took a moment to think before finally saying, "I meant it when I said I can't do this much longer, Bill. I can take extremes, but I can't take going from one extreme to the other over and over. Especially not all in the space of a couple hours."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Billy whispered, then added, "I've told you twice now that I love you, and you haven't even so much as touched me. I don't understand that, Dom."

"You hardly gave me a chance to the first time, now did you Bill?" Dom pointed out sharply. He turned around to face Billy, and leaned back against the counter. "I woke up this morning, and your hands were on me, you jerked me off, and God, Billy, I've been wanting you to touch me like that for--" He couldn't help the shudder in his breath, and he dropped his gaze to Billy's chest, rather than his eyes. "And then the second I made the mistake of saying 'I love you', you were gone."

"No, Dom--" Billy actually held out a hand in entreaty.

But Dom continued relentlessly. "And I lay on that bed and I thought, 'That's it, I've completely bollocksed everything up,' and I was so fucking miserable, and then you said you loved me too. From the hallway. And my heart nearly exploded anyway. I've--I've never felt so full of joy, Bill. And what happens? I get out of the shower to find you've run away, gone off to breakfast with your ex-girlfriend, just to make it sting that much more, and you know what I thought? I thought you'd regretted saying it so much that you had to leave rather than face me. I've never felt so ... no one's ever made me feel quite so low, Billy. So am I being distant? Yes. Because that's enough wildly swinging emotion for one day, thank you very much." Before a stunned Billy could react, Dom was walking out past him, down the hall, and into the spare bedroom, where he quietly shut the door.

Dom sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head hanging down. This just wasn't going to work, he thought in despair. No matter that Billy claimed to love him, he obviously just wasn't ready. Whatever he felt for Dom obviously wasn't going to be enough to break down the walls that he seemed to have surrounding him, hiding him, protecting him, and he wasn't the sort to just leap over them, was Billy. No, Billy was fond of his security, as they--and Ali--knew full well. And frankly, Dom didn't know what to do anymore. Maybe it was time to give up, to go back to Hawaii and lick his wounds and hope that someday, somehow the floodwaters receded enough for him to survive with a gallon jug inside, since his pint jar had been swept away and shattered.

There was a knock at the door, and Dom groaned inwardly. "Not right now, Bill," he called, mentally adding, maybe next year when you've figured out what the sodding hell you want.

The door opened anyway, and a moment later Billy's sock feet appeared on the floor in Dom's line of vision.

Dom sighed tiredly. "I said not right now--"

"I know you did." Billy's voice sounded odd. "But I've completely fucked this up from start to finish and I'm going to fucking well try and make it up to you." He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Dom and, when Dom sat up in surprise, Billy gripped his forearms, thumbs restlessly stroking the dark hair on his tanned skin, his head bowed so Dom couldn't see his face.

"Billy," Dom began, but he was interrupted.

"Let me say this, I have to say this," Billy insisted, fingers tightening on Dom's arms.

"All right," he agreed softly. "But only if you'll look at me."

Taking a deep, shaking breath, Billy raised his face.

Involuntarily, Dom turned his arms in Billy's hands until he could wrap his own fingers around the insides of Billy's forearms and hold on firmly. This was the closest he'd seen Billy to weeping in a long, long time. There were no actual tears in sight, but his eyes were red rimmed, his nose was pink, and his chin worked with the effort of keeping himself in check.

"Dom, I love you," he said, his voice low and rough. "Please, if you're going to believe anything I say, believe that, and that I do not regret saying it. I'm sorry, God, I'm so fucking sorry for what I did to you this morning, what I've been doing to you for days now. I'm sorry I've hurt you with my idiotic fears and my sodding fucking inability to change, no matter how desperately I want to. Please, Dom, please believe that I want to, and that I've finally opened my bloody eyes and seen that not only do I want to change, but that I'm going to, and that it's going to be so good, that I can make you happy if you'll let me, and that you'll make me happier than I think I've ever been in my whole life. I don't want to let you go, Dom, so please, please tell me it's not too late, that I haven't made you sodding well despise me with my stupid bloody--"

Dom gave Billy's arms a little shake. "Bill. Shut up."

Billy cut off his words, mouth still open, and seemed to crumple. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Dom, I'm so fucking sorry--"

"I said, shut up," Dom repeated, allowing a small smile to warm his voice. He was grateful he wasn't the crying sort, or he'd have broken down simply at the sight of Billy's red eyes, knowing how much it took to make his friend weep. "Get a grip, Bills, because I need to ask you a couple of very important questions."

Billy drew in a sharp, shuddering breath.

"Do you love me?" Dom asked gently.

"Yes," he whispered.

Dom smiled. "And I think you know that I love you too, right?"

Billy nodded.

"Are you ready for us? I'm not asking you to jump me in George Square, or kiss me on the red carpet, here. But are you ready for a relationship in private for now, just us, and our friends if we choose to tell them? I need to know, Bills, and if you're not ready for us to be together as a real couple even in private, I need you to tell me."

Billy's fingers dug almost painfully into Dom's arms, but his eyes directly met and held Dom's as he said, "I'm ready. I need you, Dom, I need you in my life as my partner, as my flatmate when we can, as--as my bedmate, as my--my--" He searched for words, but couldn't find them, and instead repeated, "I love you. God, I love you so much."

Heart full to overflowing, joyous at the thought of Billy as his partner in every way, Dom slid off the end of the mattress to sit on the floor, leaning back against the bed, and he pulled Billy into his arms and hugged him fiercely. "I need you, too, Bills," he murmured.

Billy wrapped his arms around Dom, half on his lap, but he held himself stiffly, tensely.

Dom thought he knew why.

"It's all right, Bills. It's all right now," he whispered into Billy's ear, one hand rising to grip the back of his ramrod-straight neck. "It's okay, love. We're going to be fine. We can do this, and it's going to be better than either of us can even conceive right now. We're fine, love."

Dom knew the instant Billy began to weep.

"Bills?" Dom whispered some time later.

Billy's weeping had ended very shortly after it had begun, and they had been sitting curled up on the floor at the end of the bed ever since, simply holding each other tightly. Dom's hand stroked up and down Billy's back, Billy's hand fingered through Dom's longer hair, as they both absorbed each other's presence and what had been said.

"Billy, mind if we shift off the floor? My arse is numb." Dom buried his nose against Billy's neck.

Billy gave a low, almost noiseless chuckle. "You're such a romantic."

"What?" he protested with a softly huffed laugh. "Fine, you sit on the floor and I'll sit on you and we'll see how long your arse lasts."

"It would last as long as you wanted it to," Billy vowed with a grin. "Fine, come on then, you wee jessy, let's go and sit on the soft comfy sofa. Wouldn't want to injure that lovely arse of yours." He shifted his weight off Dom and climbed to his feet, holding out his hands.

Dom took them and hauled himself up. "Jessy? You take that back. You arse-flattener, you."

Billy swiftly pulled Dom into his arms and embraced him tightly. "Dom," he whispered.

"Yeah," Dom murmured, returning the hug with every bit as much strength. "Me too, Bills." He leaned back a bit to look at Billy and was only mildly surprised when Billy stretched slightly, tilting his head to press his lips to Dom's, tentative at first, but soon warmly and firmly kissing him. He hummed against Billy's mouth.

Billy finally pulled away, smiling, and a little unevenly said, "Come on. You didn't get your tea." He led Dom out to the kitchen, and then--cups of tea in hand--to the living room.

They settled themselves on the sofa, Billy in the corner and Dom next to him, thigh to thigh. It made drinking their tea a little tricky, having to watch out for elbows, but neither could give up the contact, not at that moment.

Dom couldn't really see Billy's face, not without turning awkwardly and making it obvious he was staring, so instead he watched Billy's hands. One was curled around the handle of his mug, the other rested on his thigh and the thumb absently stroked up and down the warm ceramic slowly, almost hypnotically. His thumb, when it wasn't steadied against the mug, trembled just a little, and Dom was oddly glad to see that since his entire body felt like it was trembling just a little.

"What did you and Ali talk about this morning?" he suddenly asked, without really knowing he was going to. He wondered if he had any right to ask. "I'm sorry--forget I said anything--"

"No, it's okay," Billy reassured him, sounding slightly surprised. "I--we talked about a lot of little things. She's looking for a new flat, her new show, my next job, what she's doing this summer. The usual chitchat. I also ... sort of ... told her about this morning."

"You told her? Dom repeated in disbelief. "You told your girlfriend of last month that you jerked me off this morning? Billy, how could you?"

"No, no," he said quickly, fingers gripping his mug tightly. "I didn't tell her that. Jesus, Dom, what do you take me for? No, I just said we'd got a bit closer this morning, and that I thought I'd royally buggered everything up by telling you I'm in love with you, but not being able to say it to your face."

"You--you told Ali you're in love with me?" Dom's head spun, and his voice was weak. He held onto his mug with great concentration, sure if he didn't it would slide out from between his suddenly numb hands.

"Well, she already knew that, idiot," Billy smiled over at him, and his smile was warm and telling, if a little self-conscious.

"She did?"

"Of course. Why did you think she suddenly gave me a swift kick in the arse and insisted I talk to you? It wasn't so we could discuss the weather, and you know it."

Dom's eyes dropped to the floor. He did know it, he'd just tried not to think about it too much. "Yeah, I guess. I just--it's weird, man, you know? I suppose I wanted to believe she thought there was just ... some unfinished business between us, nothing as ... as big ... as love," he ended lamely, then rubbed his forehead with his fingers. "I'm such a fuckwit."

"No, you're not," Billy chuckled. He rested his hand palm up on Dom's leg, his fingers spread, and waited for Dom to take it. When he did, Billy laced their fingers together. "It's your soft heart, you know." He spoke teasingly, but the warmth in his eyes told Dom, when he looked up, that he meant it. "You didn't want to think that your potential happiness could hurt someone else. She's okay with this, Dom. She really is."

Dom shook his head, not in disbelief, but incomprehension. "I ...  I don't get that."

"You don't get it because you love me, and you know I love you," Billy said, his cheeks tinged pink. "Ali doesn't love me anymore, Dom, not like that, and she knows I haven't felt that way in a long time. It's somewhat awkward, I'll give you that, but she's not hurt, she doesn't feel like you've taken something--taken me--away from her."

"So she's not ... upset, or freaked out that you're talking about your new relationship--with another bloke."

Billy hesitated. "Like I said, it's awkward. It's very strange telling her of all people how I feel about my best mate. But we'll get past that."

Dom put his mug on the coffee table. "And how do you feel about your best mate?" he asked, eyes locked on Billy's.

Billy didn't look away. "I'm in love with him."

That answered Dom's question, and it was good to hear. But Dom realised he hadn't asked the right question, and with a hard flutter in his stomach, he said, "Why now?"

Billy was studying Dom's eyes. "They're very blue at the moment," he murmured. "I haven't seen them this blue in a long time."


He gave a nearly imperceptible sigh. "I'll try. I feel ... " He looked away, turned his head until Dom was looking at his profile. "This is a bit difficult. Give me a minute."

"Take your time," Dom said quietly. He pulled one foot up onto the sofa, leaned his cheekbone on his knee. He wasn't watching Billy directly in that position, but he could see him if he raised his brows.

"I said this morning that timidity doesn't suit me, and yet I've been no bolder than a mouse ever since," Billy began, staring across the room. "I'm going to try and grow some bollocks here. You asked last night why I didn't react well to Ali ending it, do you remember?"

"Yes. I also asked what was going through your head for the two weeks afterwards." Dom felt time slow down, felt himself begin to dissolve away and lose the ability to absorb language, and knew he had to pay close attention, because these next words of Billy's were vital. Second only to the I love you of earlier.

Billy's fingers tightened around his. "Ali said--well, I don't remember her exact words, but the gist of it was, 'Billy, I'm not your mum, I'm not your sister, and I'm not your housekeeper. If you're in love with Dom, get off your goddamn arse and fucking do something about it. It's been grand and you're a lovely bloke, but I want and deserve a husband that loves me passionately, and whom I can love passionately in return. You gave me a Hoover for our anniversary.'"

Dom couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped, much as he tried to stop it. "Billy, tell me you didn't buy the woman a Hoover."

He grinned wryly, still not looking at Dom. "Aye, I did. Sad, I know. But it was a top-quality Hoover."

"Pathetic, Boyd. Truly pathetic."

"All right, all right, I get the point." He used Dom's own hand to give his leg a shove. "The thing is ... you see, the thing is, she was dead on, you know? We were more like brother and sister at the end, and I was taking it for granted that she'd take care of me, and neither of us had been passionate in some time, and it just pissed me off so much. I was so angry I could barely speak to her."

"But ... " Dom began, a little confused. He didn't want to upset Billy by dwelling on it all, but he really needed to understand what had happened. "Why were you so angry with her if it was true?"

"I wasn't angry at Ali," he shook his head. "I took it out on her, I suppose, but I was angry at myself, Dom."

"Why?" He unconsciously began stroking the back of Billy's hand with his thumb.

"I was pissed off with myself for letting it get to that point. For being blind to the fact that I wasn't in love with her, for denying to myself for so very long that it was you I loved and wanted. Angry that I was forcing her to do all the dirty work. So I tried to pretend none of it was true, and I shouted at her," he admitted shamefacedly.

"What did you shout?" Dom shifted his head on his knee so he could see Billy's face.

"Awful things. Lies. I'm not particularly proud of this, Dom," he muttered.

"I know. But it wasn't an easy time for you, and Ali obviously doesn't hold it against you," Dom pointed out gently.

"No. She's a good person, Dom. I wish you two got on better."

"Who knows? Maybe now we will, a little," he answered honestly. "But you know how different she and I are. It's hard to find level ground between us sometimes."

"Yeah." Billy shrugged. "I don't know. It's not likely you'll see each other much now anyway, really."

"Probably not." Dom studied Billy's face. He looked a bit upset, but at the same time his face was more open than Dom had seen it in a long time. He wondered how long Billy had been hiding himself, hiding behind the fabrications. "So what did you shout about?"

"I--God, Dom, I'm such a prick."

"No, Bills, you're not. Just tell me."

"I told her she was mad. Mad to think I was in love with you. I called her selfish, and manipulative, and came damn near accusing her of cheating, of lying and blaming our split on me to get out of it. I was hateful, and she should have clocked me one."

"What did she do?" Dom asked softly, holding his hand tightly.

He looked miserable but there was still no evidence of evasiveness on his face. "She shouted right back, like she had every right to do. But I wouldn't listen. It wasn't until she started to cry, not dramatic sobbing, that would have just made me angrier, but it was those big tears that women seem to be able to do. Quiet, just filling their eyes and spilling over, and that was when I knew I'd truly hurt her. I felt such a bastard."

"What did you say?"

"I have no idea. All I know is I started spouting some shite, and she cut me off. Told me I wasn't exactly breaking her heart, as she'd fallen out of love with me, just like I had with her. That stung, you know? Even though it was true, and at least part of me knew it was true, it still smarted."

"Of course it did. No one wants to hear that, no matter what." Dom sat up and shifted even closer to Billy, pressing firmly against his side to try and reassure him, and he laid his head on Billy's shoulder.

"No. I s'pose not." Billy lifted his arm and put it around Dom, pulling him in tight and leaning his cheek on Dom's hair. "But she'd managed to shut me up, anyway, and we began to really talk. Talked it all out, about her and me, what we were going to do, about you. She made me realise that maybe something I'd thought in the past, thought long dead, was really just hiding and waiting for the chance to--well, you know." He flushed.

"Yeah. I know. So what happened in the two weeks after? Why wouldn't you talk to me, Billy?"

"Because I was a sodding mess, and I knew if I talked to you I'd either become a bigger mess, or you'd talk me around, and I was quite content to wallow in selfishness and self-pity for a while. Plus, taisgeal, I was lost and I was lonely and I didn't want to be found."

Dom wrapped his arms around Billy and hugged him tightly. "Don't say that, Bills. Don't ever say that, not to me. I don't ever want you lost again."

"Ach, Dom," he murmured, his voice a little gruff. "I hope I never will be lost again. But I was scared. I hope you can understand that. I was afraid of you, and of us, and even of myself, and as I've so idiotically made clear, afraid of ruining the best friendship I've ever had."

"Why were you afraid of yourself?" Dom frowned. He understood the rest of it, quite well, but that one was eluding him.

"Because I'm ... suddenly I'm changing, Dom. I'm thirty-six years old, I should be relatively sure of myself by now, and yet here I am turning everything completely upside down."

Dom scrambled to a sitting position, turning to stare at Billy with his brows drawn together. "What do you mean? Billy, I thought you were bi, you told me once you were bi. What the hell do you mean you're changing?" A sudden flash of fear stabbed through his chest. "Bill. Have you ever been with another guy before? And you'd bloody well better not lie to me."

"Depends what you mean by 'with'," Billy answered, trying for a light tone and failing miserably.

"Billy." Dom pulled away, surging to his feet. This was too much. He couldn't do this, couldn't be responsible for him, not like this.

"Come back. Please, come back," Billy immediately said. "I'm trying."

Dom hesitated, then slowly sat, but without touching him. "You're trying what? God, Billy, please tell me I'm not some fucking experiment--"

"What? No! No!" Billy was aghast. "Jesus Christ, Dom, I'm not fucking playing around here. I'm bi in that I've been in love with another bloke before, I've kissed other blokes before. I've just never ... done much more than that."

Dom turned to look at him, took in Billy's red face and clenching jaw and eyes that wouldn't meet his. "Why haven't you? Didn't you want to?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did," Billy suddenly snapped, "But sucking off a guy in the middle of Glasgow in the eighties was a quick way to get a chib in your gut! As it turned out, I got the shite beaten out of me for merely kissing him, so no, we never got much beyond that."

"What happened?" Dom whispered. He reached out and gripped Billy's knee. "Bill, what the hell happened to you?"

Billy rubbed his eyes with stiff fingers. "It wasn't that bad. I was in love with a bloke I knew, and he was starting to fall for me too. We weren't careful, and we kissed in what we thought was private. Turns out it wasn't, and a gang of fucking drunk wee neds decided to show us what they thought of poofs." His voice was low and bitter and it twisted inside Dom's chest.

"How badly were you hurt?" He inched closer to Billy, his arm resting along the back of the sofa and his fingers gently scratching in the short hair on the back of Billy's head.

"I was smart enough not to fight back, there were too many of them. I had cuts and bruises, a split lip, and a cracked rib. My friend had a bruised kidney, broken jaw, concussion, and four cracked ribs, because he was scared and he shouted and he tried to fight them."

"Jesus, Billy ... "

"That was the last time he ever spoke to me. He was so frightened of being killed the next time, he shut himself firmly back in the closet." Billy looked away, turned his head so far Dom could barely see any of his face. "I've never had sex with another man. Maybe they got to me, too."

"I'm so sorry, Bills. I'm so sorry," Dom whispered, and wrapped his arms around Billy, who held himself stiffly, but pressed back against Dom firmly.

"It's not that I didn't want men, Dom, it's just that ... it was too hard for the person I used to be. But one of the things I realised, in that two weeks after Ali left, was that I'm not the same bloke I used to be. And I wasn't happy about that at first, I mean, you know me, I'm not good with big changes. But ... but I'm not the same, and neither is the world I live in. I can't see us getting the shite kicked out of us, not if we use common sense." He had relaxed back ever so slightly into Dom.

Dom kissed the back of his neck. "No, I can't see that happening either. I can see us being all over the tabs, though. I think we should move really, really slowly with going public. If you're sure this is what you want."

Billy turned within Dom's arms and pulled them tightly together, and with his lips against Dom's cheek said, "It is. I'm sure, Dom, I'm completely sure. Can you be patient with me, though, if it takes me a bit to ... adjust?"

"Of course I can, Bills. Can you be patient with me, if I keep having to touch you and tell you I love you and hear you say you love me? It might take me a bit to trust that this is real." Dom tucked his face into Billy's neck, allowed Billy's hands on his hips to urge him up and over until he was straddling Billy's lap.

Billy linked his hands around Dom's lower back. "Look at me, taisgeal."

Dom sat up enough to look at Billy, his weight shifting back onto Billy's thighs. He looked at the soft smile on those curved lips, at the depth of green in those eyes that spoke to him, and he stilled, trying to listen to what they said. A moment later he leaned his forehead against Billy's and murmured, "I love you, too, Bills."

Billy's smile warmed. "Very good. I can see I'm going to have to keep my sunglasses on if I ever want to keep a secret from you."

"Ah, but you never will want to keep a secret from me, will you, Boyd?" Dom chided with the vaguest hint of a threat. He leaned down to nip sharply at Billy's collarbone.

Billy shifted underneath him with an abrupt breath. "No, I don't suppose I will. Not unless it's a secret for you."

"Well, that's a given. I'll try not to ruin my surprise birthday party by reading about it in your eyes." Dom licked a trail across the slightly reddened skin he'd just bitten.

Billy slouched down. "I'd appreciate that." He lowered his hands a little, until they rested just below Dom's waistband at the top of his arse, and pulled Dom against him. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice low. "After your rough day yesterday."

Dom kissed Billy's throat, trailing a path up across his Adam's apple to the corner of his jaw. "I'm fine. A bit stiff and sore, especially my chest."

"You'd better--" His voice hitched as Dom flicked his earlobe with his tongue. "Better take it easy today."

"Says the man who had his hand on my percy this morning," Dom whispered in his ear. "Just for future reference? That was an awfully nice way to start the day."

"Was it now?" Billy murmured, his voice scratchy.

"It was indeed. Maybe one morning I should demonstrate."

"Maybe you should. God, Dom--" Billy brought one hand around to grip Dom's chin and pull his face in, kissing him hard, mouth wide open.

Dom felt like he was being devoured from the outside in and the inside out at the same time and decided it felt fucking amazing. He grabbed Billy's head between his palms and tangled his tongue with Billy's, sleek and slick and hot, unconsciously rising a bit on his knees, angling his crotch toward Billy's.

When Billy groaned into Dom's mouth, the sound vibrating down Dom's spine, and kissed him even harder until their teeth clicked together and nearly cut their lips, Dom breathlessly pulled back. They couldn't do this already. It was too soon after difficult discussions, too quick and too needy and it just didn't quite sit right with him. He thought rapidly for a moment, and came up with an idea. Darting in to press a quick kiss to Billy's lips, he said, "Don't go anywhere. Don't move. I'll be right back."

"Dom--" Billy growled a protest.

But Dom was already off his lap and hurrying to the kitchen.

When he returned with a little white paper bag in his hand, Billy was sitting up straight on the sofa. "Listen, I--"

"I thought I told you not to move?" Dom asked, his voice low and dangerous, but he couldn't quite keep the grin from showing.

Billy studied him for a moment, and then smiled slowly. "You did."

"Tsk, tsk, Bills. You're going to have to learn to listen to me, you know." Dom set the paper bag on the coffee table, and then stood over Billy, his legs straddling Billy's knees, but he didn't sit down. Instead, feeling an absurd pleasure flush through his chest, Dom leaned over and began to unbutton Billy's shirt.

"What are you doing, Dom?" Billy's voice was content, lazy.

"I'm just sparing your shirt."

"Sparing it from what?"

Dom didn't answer until the last button was undone. He stroked his palms across Billy's chest, the hair slightly rough under his hands, pushing the shirt off over his shoulders. "Why, sparing it from getting dirty, of course."

"Oh, of course," Billy murmured.

Dom set a cushion by the arm of the sofa and then wordlessly directed Billy to lie down, stretched out along the length, his head on the pillow. He knelt down beside the sofa, taking the paper bag from the coffee table as he did. He set it on the floor by his knees so Billy couldn't see what it was.

"And now what?"

"Now," Dom said softly, "I think I need a little snack. You don't mind, do you?"

"Mind?" Billy's eyes were trained on his. "Not at all."

"Good. That's very good of you." Without looking, Dom reached down into the little white sack and pulled out a chocolate-covered caramel. He lifted his hand and slowly, precisely placed it on Billy's sternum, pressing it down and shifting it back and forth a fraction until the very outer layer of chocolate melted, holding it there.

Billy's breath sped up ever so slightly.

Dom repeated the action with a second caramel, placing it directly between Billy's nipples. The third went in the hollow just beneath his ribs, and the fourth just above his navel, just above the waistband of his jeans. When all four were placed where he wanted them, continuing to soften and the chocolate to melt, Dom climbed to his feet and set the paper bag aside. "I'll be right back," he murmured. "This time, will you promise not to move?"

"Aye," Billy whispered, looking down at the chocolates sitting on his abdomen. "But don't be long."

"I won't." Dom leaned over and kissed Billy quickly, hungrily, before straightening and walking to the kitchen again. He stood for a moment in the centre of the kitchen, dropping his head and breathing out gustily, before going to the fridge and pouring himself a glass of milk.

When he returned to the living room, Billy hadn't moved a muscle.

"Very good," he approved in a low, husky voice. "It would be a shame to waste any of the chocolates, seeing as we had to go so far to get them."

"My thoughts exactly," Billy shakily chuckled. "Where did you go?"

Dom moved to his side and held up the glass of milk. "You know how much I love milk with chocolate. For my snack." He set the glass on the end table just past Billy's head, then pulled off his sweatshirt. Eyes locked on Billy's, Dom carefully laid down on top of him, holding himself off Billy's chest and the caramels with both arms, but covering him squarely. Both of them breathed in swiftly. Wordlessly, Dom bent his head down and picked up the first caramel with his teeth, freeing it from Billy's chest with a wet, sticky noise, and straightening up again so that Billy could see it in his mouth before he closed his lips over it and sucked on it.

"Is it warm and gooey?" Billy asked, his voice gruff.

"Mm-hmm," Dom hummed with a smile. "'S very good indeed."

"Let me taste."

Dom pushed forward, still holding himself off Billy, to wetly, sweetly kiss him, sharing the sugary caramel flavour on his tongue.

Billy gave a quiet groan into his mouth at the stickiness on Dom's lips.

Dom pulled away again, lifting one hand to pick up his glass of milk above Billy's head, and he took a swallow. After setting the glass back down, he shifted to where he had been before, and proceeded to lick the chocolate off Billy's chest with his cold tongue.

Billy inhaled sharply.

Dom's tongue lapped and swirled at the small square of melted chocolate, licking until nothing was left but the clean taste of Billy's skin and a lingering sweetness, and then he moved down to begin all over again with the second caramel.

By the time he'd finished the fourth chocolate, Billy was squirming beneath him, muttering threats and promises and pleas as Dom's tongue swiped around his navel. Dom was incredibly hard, his cock erect and straining in his jeans, and he could feel perfectly clearly that Billy was in the exact same state.

"Dom," Billy moaned, strong fingers flexing against Dom's hips, trying to work their way towards his fly. "Fucking hell, Dom, you're killing me. Come on, before I fucking explode, or--or come in my pants, or--oh, God--" he gasped, as Dom rolled his pelvis against him.

Dom suddenly dropped to the side, his bare back up against the back seat of the sofa, and his fingers quickly undid Billy's trousers. "Help me push them down, Bills," he urged, and with one hand each they shoved Billy's jeans and shorts at the same time, freeing his hard, red cock, and Dom immediately wrapped his hand around it and began stroking.

Billy yelped and bucked, his chest arching.

"God, Bills, you're so fucking gorgeous," Dom rasped, eyes travelling rapidly from Billy's glistening face to his straining erection and back again. "You're so stiff and hard in my hand, and I thought nothing could taste as good as licking chocolate off your chest, but I bet licking chocolate off your prick would be even better."

Billy moaned loudly, the sounds torn from his throat.

"Do you know how many times I've fantasised about what you'd look like at this moment? What you'd look like when you came?" Dom licked his shoulder, then lightly bit down on the muscle that ran across it.

"Dom--please--I'm so close, Dom--" Billy gasped, eyes closed, face flushed, tendons standing out on his neck.

"How close?" Dom whispered in his ear, then sucked on his throat, tongue flickering hard against his pulse.

Billy came fiercely, with a loud cry, over Dom's hand and his own stomach, and he bucked so violently he nearly dislodged Dom's hand. Dom instinctively tightened his grip, causing Billy to shout obscenities. "Fucking bollocking sodding hell! Oh God, don't stop Dom, don't you goddamned dare fucking stop Dom, oh God--"

Dom kept pumping his fist for as long as Billy kept shuddering and jerking, but the second Billy collapsed back against the cushions, spent and gasping, he loosened his grip and slowed his pace and nuzzled his nose against Billy's cheek.

"Dom--" Billy panted, his hand searching until it found the back of Dom's neck and grasped him tightly. "Dom. Bloody hell, Dom, that was the best fucking hand job I've ever had in my life, from myself included."

Dom laughed against Billy's skin. "That's one hell of a compliment."

"Thank you. Thank you, taisgeal. God, that was amazing."

"Wait until you see what else I can do," Dom promised softly, and kissed his flushed cheek.

Billy laughed breathlessly. "I look forward to it."

Dom nuzzled him again. "I love you, Bills."

"Mmm. Love you too, my wee Dom. Have I mentioned that recently?"

"Not in the last five minutes, no," Dom smiled.

"Then I haven't said it recently enough. I love you, too." Billy turned his head and captured Dom's lips with his, kissing him slowly, deeply, sated.

Long moments later, Dom finally pulled his mouth from Billy's. "Go on. Go clean up, you disgusting sod. Before this dries completely and I'm permanently stuck to your percy."

"You say that like it would be a bad thing," Billy grinned.

Dom laughed out loud. "Can you imagine that movie premiere? 'And here are Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan, let's see if we can get them over here ... what the hell? Is that Monaghan chap permanently glued to Boyd's dick? Turn off the camera, turn it off!'"

Billy kissed him fondly. "You're mad, you know that, don't you?" He sat up, kicking off his trousers and pants and picking them up with one hand, while he held on to his softening cock with his other.

"So I'm told."

"I'll be right back." Billy stood and made his way out of the living room and down the hall.

Rather gingerly, Dom climbed to his feet and adjusted himself in his trousers with his clean hand, suppressing a pained groan. He didn't care how much he ached, didn't care if he suffered like this for the rest of the day, that had been worth it. He shuffled through to the kitchen and washed his hands. Suddenly realizing it was well after lunch time and he'd yet to have anything to eat but a biscotti in the café and his little snack, Dom opened the fridge and inspected its offerings. He pulled out tomatoes, a cucumber, and cream cheese, and began to assemble a sandwich.

"There you are," came Billy's voice from the doorway.

Dom glanced up. "Here I am," he smiled.

"What are you doing?" Billy asked, sounding a bit confused as he walked over to stand behind Dom, wrapping his arms around Dom's waist.

Dom looked down at his lunch. "I'd have thought this was rather obvious, actually. Would you like a sandwich?"

"What about this?" Billy reached down and cupped Dom's erection through his jeans.

Dom's breath caught in his throat for a moment. "I'd rather have a sandwich, thanks."

"I'd rather have you."

Dom dropped his head back onto Billy's shoulder. "Five years. Five long years, I've been waiting to hear that, and would you believe I still want lunch first?"

Billy chuckled delightedly in his ear, nuzzling Dom's hair with his nose. "Hobbit."

"Says the one who's already stuffed himself once today. A biscotti does not a breakfast make, you know. I'm starving, Bills."

"I'm sorry," Billy apologised immediately. "I didn't realise you hadn't eaten yet today. You should have said something earlier--"

"What, and give up the chance to eat those caramels off your hot, sexy body?" Dom said lightly, returning to the task of preparing his sandwich. "Not on your life, Boyd."

"That was rather enjoyable," he admitted with a little flick of his tongue to Dom's ear. "But as soon as you're done lunch, I'll do something about that stonker of a stiffy in your shorts."

"It's not about reciprocation, Bills," Dom said calmly.

"I know it's not." Billy's arms tightened around him. "But I know all too well it can be damned uncomfortable to have a hard-on like that. Besides, now that I finally have the freedom, I want to play with you incessantly," he murmured.

Dom grinned. "Now you're talking."

"You know," Billy continued to speak quietly right into his ear. "Yesterday, I'd been thinking maybe we could go somewhere today, Edinburgh or somewhere. But you had a shoddy day yesterday, and it's now raining again, and so I'm thinking we should maybe just slip out to rent a couple films and spend the afternoon on the sofa. What do you think?"

Dom finished his sandwich, giving it a little press to keep it together, and he set the knife down. With a smile, he turned in Billy's arms to face him and wrapped his arms around his slim waist. "Depends. Will you cuddle under a blanket with me and feed me grapes?"

Billy chuckled. "I don't think we have any grapes. But I'll cuddle under a blanket with you and feed you toffee."

"It's a deal."

Chapter 15