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Title: You're A Map Of A Place Maybe Someday I'll Go Ch. 15/22
Author: Pip
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: this chapter R
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, 14

First posted July, 2006

Dom started violently as Billy smacked him right in the face. "What the--"

Billy snorted, and mumbled, "Dark blue ... "

"Ow. Bil-ly," Dom complained, laying his head back on Billy's chest, keeping a wary eye on the hand that had hit him. He dug a knuckle into Billy's ribs.

"Bugger," Billy shifted beneath him, waking. "Huh? What?"

"You hit me, y' bastard," Dom muttered. "You fell asleep on me, and then you hit me."

He didn't even open his eyes, simply shifted once more to wrap one arm tightly around Dom, and sighed, "Sorry, Dom."

"What, that's it? You clout me one and all you can say is 'sorry, Dom'?" Dom tucked his head under Billy's chin.

"I'm really sorry. Really, really sorry. Where are we in the movie?" He kissed the hair tickling his nose.

"I don't know--you've distracted me now."

Billy smiled. "You mean you fell asleep too."

"Yeah. Reckon it wasn't a very good movie then, was it? Where's your watch?" Dom mumbled.

"On my wrist."

"Where's your wrist, then?"

"On my arm, I hope."

"Just show me your watch, you pillock," Dom groused, lifting his head to glare at a contentedly unaware Billy. When Billy held his left arm up, Dom grabbed it and turned it until he could read the time.

"Ow, careful, you wee fuckwit, my arm doesn't bend that way!" Billy yelped, twisting to the side to ease the strain in his arm. He ended up knocking Dom off the sofa entirely.

"Bloody buggering--" Dom shouted as he fell, arms flailing, tangled in the blanket. His arse hit the floor with a thump and, after a split second of stunned silence, he began to laugh, stretched out full length on the wood floor at the base of the sofa. A warmth of realization over the new level of intimacy he could indulge in with Billy spread through his chest, tingling down his limbs. Or maybe that was just the impact with the hardwood.

Billy's crinkled green eyes peered down at him. "You really are grace and coordination personified, aren't you?"

"You're the one who hip-checked me halfway across the room," Dom said, sitting up.

"I never--"

Dom's hand snaked around the back of Billy's neck, pulled his head closer, and he kissed him hard, rising to his knees to lean over him, pressing him down into the sofa as his tongue swept past Billy's lips and through his mouth, leaving a trail of coppery-hot desire behind. This, this was what he'd wanted for so long--Billy kissing him passionately, pulling him closer, gently biting his throat--  "Tell me, Bill," he gasped, eyes closed.

"Love you," Billy murmured, his breath hot against Dom's skin. "Love you, taisgeal."

With a sigh of something approaching joy, Dom raised his head to look down at Billy, gently stroking a hand down Billy's chest. "I've been thinking."

With a happy little quirk to his lips, Billy raised one eyebrow. "Should I be worried?"

"Not unless you've been up to your usual mischief again, no," Dom grinned. "But I was thinking it's nearly supper time. It's been a long while since your breakfast, and my tiny little sandwich gave its all some time ago. What say we order some takeaway?"

Billy sighed exaggeratedly. "You are such a hobbit. Always thinking with your stomach."

"On the contrary. I'm thinking with something else entirely, and that part of me very much wants to get to the pudding. But one can't have pudding without having supper first, can one?" Dom asked, his voice pitched a little lower, a little huskier.

"Pud--pudding?" Billy's breath hitched slightly, and his eyes seemed to warm from sea green to jade.

"Mm-hmm," Dom affirmed. "Pudding. I was thinking, maybe something a little sweet? To cut the spice, yeah?"

"Spice?" His fingers gripped the waistband of Dom's jeans.

"Indian. Thai. Moroccan. Whatever you like," Dom promised lowly.


"Having trouble with sentences of more than one word, are we, Bill?" Dom teased, fingers seemingly unconsciously stroking across Billy's nipples.

He sucked in a sharp breath.

Dom continued. "Yes, something sweet. But that's my little surprise, for after supper. So what say you go and root out all those takeaway menus you have stashed about, yeah?"

"Yeah," Billy agreed breathlessly, and was off the sofa like a shot.

Dom belched loudly.

Billy batted his eyelashes at him, cooed, "That's what I love about you, Dom. Such class."

"Class and elegance, that's me," he agreed, and belched again. "We Mancunians are known for it. That was really good--how long did it take you to find that place?"

"What, the Thai Fountain? Not long--it's the closest Thai restaurant that delivers, and I didn't need to try another. If we order again, you have to try the green curried prawn, it's fantastic."

"Then why didn't you order it this time?" Dom slouched back in his chair. They'd chosen to eat at the kitchen table, as Billy had wanted Tom Yum Gai, and it was hard to eat soup on the sofa without spilling.

"Well, I have to hold something back to keep you around," Billy said with utmost seriousness, his eyes wide and innocent. "The carrot before the donkey. Otherwise you'll get bored of me inside a fortnight and be back in Hawaii before I know what's hit me."

Dom eyed him suspiciously. "You just called me an ass, didn't you?"

Billy laughed delightedly. "I did, didn't I? Completely unintentional, I assure you."

"Hmph." Dom snorted. "I should hope so. And after five years of waiting, if you think I'd be bored with you that quickly then you have sadly underestimated me."

Billy finished the last of his noodles and put his chopsticks down. He regarded Dom levelly, a smile lightening his features. "Of course I don't think you'll get bored that quickly. I'm far too enticing and exciting for that to happen. But sometimes, my wee Dom, sometimes I do think I have underestimated you, and rather badly, at that."

Taken aback, Dom looked at Billy, and he knew his puzzlement showed on his face, so he didn't bother voicing it.

Billy sighed, still smiling, and looked down at his fingers playing with the ends of the chopsticks. "I didn't think ...  This makes me sound like a prick, Dom, but I didn't think you'd stay that firm in an attachment. You have to admit, sometimes you're a bit ... flighty."

"I can be," Dom agreed, not offended in the least. It was perfectly true, and they both knew it. But there was also another truth that perhaps Billy hadn't fully realised yet. "But I'm not flighty, or fickle, or easily distracted, when it comes to those I care about. Anyone who earns my loyalty has my loyalty, Bill. It is unswerving, and it's not easily pushed aside. Why do you think I persisted in annoying the hell out of you when you hit that bad patch a couple of years ago?"

Billy chuckled. "You were stubborn, weren't you? But you didn't annoy me, Dom, you kept me going that week. It's a bit embarrassing how I let losing those two jobs, and that row with Ali, get to me."

"It was just because it hit you all at once. But Billy--" Dom leaned forward, reached across the table to grasp Billy's hands in his. "If you didn't know this about me before, you damn well ought to know it now. I don't give up. I don't give up on people I love, and I don't give up on friendships that mean the world to me, and you're both, which means you'll never, ever be able to get rid of me."

"Sometimes you really know just what to say, you know that?" Billy smiled crookedly down at their hands. "I'm sorry I underestimated you. I should have known better."

"Yeah, you should have," Dom said gently. He ducked his head down to catch Billy's eyes. "But now you do. I'm in this for the long haul, Bill. What about you?"

Billy nodded at once. "The long haul. I have to believe this will work, Dom."

He sat back again, satisfied. "If we both believe it will, then it will. It's not always going to be easy, you can be a sodding stubborn bugger sometimes, William, but as long as we work on it together, we'll be fine."

"Me, stubborn? Me? Oh, I like that," Billy said with a little grin. "You're the one who gives a mule a run for its money."

"Firstly," Dom responded haughtily, standing to begin clearing the table, "Mules don't have money. And secondly, stop calling me an ass!"

"I'm guessing you wouldn't believe that one was unintentional too, would you?"

"Not on your life, Boyd. Not on your life."

Billy laughed out loud and joined Dom in dealing with the rubbish from dinner. "You know what I feel like doing?"

"No, but I bet I could guess," Dom grinned.

"You'd be wrong. Let's go down the pub and have a game at pool. What do you say?" Billy suggested, his eyes sparkling. "It'll be a good laugh, and I'll even let you break."

"What about pudding?" Dom asked innocently.

"We can stop for something along the--oh." Billy turned a bit pink. "You meant ... the something sweet from earlier, didn't you?"

Dom couldn't help the chuckle that escaped. He knew he shouldn't tease Billy quite so much, but dammit, it was just too fun. "Yes, but I think we'll wait on that a bit, yeah? I ate too much Thai anyway."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay, that sounds good," Billy said with a touch of relief.

Dom kept the frown from his face, but he wondered why Billy would be relieved. What exactly did he think Dom had in mind, anyway? "Bills?"

"Yeah?" Billy put the leftovers in the fridge, then turned to face Dom.

"What exactly do you think this whole 'something sweet' plan of mine is?" Dom watched his face carefully, and saw a healthy dose of embarrassment turning his ears red, but no fear. He relaxed a little as he waited for Billy to finish licking his lips and stumble through an answer.

"Ehm--I mean. You know. What you said. Earlier."

"What did I say earlier?" Dom pressed.

"About licking ... chocolate. Off my--you know. My prick."

Dom finally understood, and he smiled widely at Billy. "You've got the wrong end of the stick. So to speak," he added with an exaggerated leer.

"I do?" Billy looked surprised.

"Yeah. Licking was involved, but I wasn't thinking of that. Remember that little idea of me licking sherbet powder off the backs of your knees?" He stepped closer to Billy, head tilted coyly to the side.

"Oh. Ohhh," Billy sighed, remembering. "The sherbet. Right. I'm a fuckwit, aren't I?"

"No, Bills, you're not. I kind of forgot I'd said that about the chocolate, because I've been thinking an awful lot about the sherbet for a couple of days now," Dom admitted freely. "And you should know that sometime soon, I'm going to give you the best blowjob you've ever had in your life, but not today. Okay?"

Billy took the last two steps forward and wrapped his arms around Dom, chin digging into the top of his shoulder. "Okay. Not today, but soon, right?"

Dom chuckled again. "Soon. Believe me."

"You touched it!"

"I did not!" Billy protested hotly.

"You did too, I saw you! You're so fucking drunk, Boyd, that you totally just touched the white ball," Dom insisted, waving his cue a little too vehemently. It made a tinging noise as it hit the overhead light fixture, which swayed alarmingly.

"I did not. And I'm not drunk, I'm merely ... swizzled."

Dom raised an eyebrow at him. "And that means what?"

Billy rounded the end of the pool table, approaching Dom with a leer on his face. "It means we should leave soon, because I'm finding it hard to keep my hands to myself when you bend over the table wearing those jeans."

Dom leaned in until his nose nearly touched Billy's and said, "I want to lick your face."

Billy's breath was hot on his lips. "I think those blokes waiting for our table would kick our arses out on the street awfully fast. Just take your damn shot."

"Ah-ha!" he crowed triumphantly, turning on his heel. "You admit you touched the ball. Sodding right it's my shot."

"I didn't touch my balls, but I'm going to touch yours soon, so hurry the fuck up." Billy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Dom was distracted enough that he completely missed his shot. "Ha! You missed! Move your perky wee arse, I'm about to annihilate you."

"You wish. Go on, do your worst." Dom withdrew one of his stripes from the pocket nearest him, placed it on the table, and stood back, leaning on his cue.

Billy circled the table, eyeing the positions of each of his three remaining billiard balls, mentally lining up the shots. Despite the fact that he was indeed halfway to drunk, his first shot was straight and true and in the far corner pocket. His second dropped in the side pocket right in front of Dom, followed quickly by his third.

"You have to call the black," Dom challenged.

"We never said call it," Billy protested.

"I just did. You've obviously been toying with me for the last half hour, you smug bastard. So call it."

"Fine." Billy eyed him with a self-satisfied little smirk, and then inspected the table closely. "Black ball, corner pocket." He pointed to the one he meant with his cue, then casually, slowly picked up the chalk cube and thoughtfully coated the tip.

"Get on with it," Dom complained, hip-checking him as he walked past. "It's not like you'll manage it anyway." It had been a brilliant idea of Billy's to play pool, he'd decided, because it gave them a chance to chat about unimportant things, to flirt inconspicuously, to have fun--which they had. It was reminiscent of past good times with an added warmth from their new relationship. But Dom was ready to go home and snog the living daylights out of Billy, preferably wearing fewer clothes than they were currently sporting--and watching Billy chalk his cue so delicately, so deliberately, was having a tightening effect on the crotch of his trousers.

"Oh, I'll sink it. In fact, let's make it interesting." Billy set the chalk down. "If I win, you have to ... what we discussed earlier, with the sherbet--"

"But that was already the plan," Dom interrupted.

Billy's eyes skewered him where he stood. "I wasn't finished. You have to do it naked, with your hands tied behind your back."

It took every ounce of control Dom possessed not to drop to his knees. "And--and if you don't win?" he managed.

"No sherbet." Billy leaned over the table, and precisely lined up the white and black spheres. "Corner pocket," he repeated softly, and seemingly easily sank the black ball, leaving the white resting safely several inches from the pocket.

All Dom could do was stare at the green felt surface of the table, its lack of a gleaming black ball almost more than he could comprehend. "Billy. Did you just--did you just do what I think you just did?"

Billy sounded almost as stunned as Dom felt. "I think I did, yeah."

Dom let out a slow, measured breath. "I thought so."

"I won't hold you to it if you hate the idea," he murmured.

"Let's go home, Bills."

They were silent almost the entire cab ride home. It wasn't until they were climbing the stairs to Billy's flat, much more sober than they had been an hour ago, that Dom spoke as if the intervening time had never occurred. "We've had this conversation before, if you remember."

"I remember," Billy said quietly. "You said you'd try it with me. Being tied up, I mean. But if you're not comfortable with the idea, I don't want to do it. I'm--I'm not quite sure where that came from, anyway." He unlocked the door to the flat, and they entered, shedding jackets and trainers.

"You don't get it, do you?" Dom leaned against the wall, his hands behind his arse, and it suddenly struck him that he was unconsciously standing as though his hands were already bound. The thought shook him. "I--I said I'd try it with you because I trust you, I believe that you won't hurt me. And--and the idea--it's fucking hot, Bill. When you said I had to lick you, naked with my hands tied ... God, one touch and I would have come in my pants." Dom was afraid the same might be true at that very moment. By the time he'd finished lunch, his 'stonker of a stiffy', as Billy had dubbed it, had eased, and then they'd gone for films, and then fallen asleep, and then had dinner. Dom decided it was all well and good to be stoic and for their relationship not to be about reciprocation only, but enough was enough--he needed to get off.

Billy stared at him for a moment, and then with one swift step clamped his hands on either side of Dom's head and kissed him fiercely, love and need and passion twining dizzyingly around Dom so that he was grateful the wall bore him up. If not for that lovely, blessed, cool wall, he'd have melted into nothing more than a puddle of want on the hall tiles after thirty seconds.

Dom moaned into Billy's mouth, pulled his hands from behind his arse to wrap them around Billy's waist and pull him even closer, returning Billy's desire twofold. The heat being generated between them was palpable, Dom felt it as a flush on his skin, and just as he was trying to convince his brain to do something other than gibber with delight, Billy pulled away. Dom made a noise of complaint, and Billy chuckled, if a bit roughly.

"Come on. Time for you to pay out on that bet." He took Dom by the hand and pulled him along and into the kitchen. "Where did you hide the sherbet?"

Much to his disgust, Dom's voice trembled as he said, "It's all in the cupboard with the biscuits."

Billy let him go to open the cupboard door, and he pulled out the entire bag from Sweetie's. "Let's take it all. You never know what we might want."

"You certainly can be unpredictable," Dom agreed weakly. "Billy?"


Dom shoved his hands in his jeans pockets. "What were you going to use to, you know, to tie my hands?"

"I hadn't really thought that far ahead," Billy answered honestly. "I think I should leave that up to you, anyway. Your choice, Dom--whatever you want to use, or even nothing if you change your mind."

"I'm not changing my mind, believe me. I'm going to go look and see what I can find. Anywhere I need to keep my nose out of?"

Billy smiled at him. "No. I've no secrets from you, taisgeal. Not anymore. Go and poke around, I'm sure you'll find something suitable."

"Okay." Dom hesitated, though. He had not a single doubt about what they were about to do, although he couldn't help but be a little nervous. His overriding worry, though, was that he wasn't going to be able to last. "Bills?"


"I've ... well, it's just that ... "

"Spit it out, there's a good lad," Billy teased him lightly, trying to set him at ease.

"I've been hard all day and I don't know if I'll last very long," Dom said quickly, a little embarrassed.

Billy nodded once, decisively. "Understood."

For some reason that he couldn't quite pin down, Dom found that reassuring, found a little relief in the idea that he wasn't going to be pushed too terribly far for this, his first time being tied up. He smiled wordlessly at Billy, then turned on his heel and went in search of his own bonds.

Chapter 16