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Title: You're A Map Of A Place Maybe Someday I'll Go Ch. 16/22
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, 14, 15

First posted July, 2006

Dom was rooting through Billy's wardrobe, growing rather annoyed if he was honest with himself. He wanted to do this, he really did. He really did. But could he find anything they could use, did Billy keep anything remotely cuff-like? No, of course not. Not even a bloody scarf, and the first thing Dom was going to do when he came to live here--okay, the second thing, right after he bought some plants, because the flat needed something green and living to make it feel like home--was buy some nice silk scarves, that was for effing sure.

Dom paused.

Came to live here? Make it feel like home? Where the hell had that come from?

He heard Billy quietly enter the bedroom behind him, moving and rustling plastic and bedding and clothing, and Dom returned to inspecting the contents of the wardrobe.

Well, it looked like it was going to have to be one of Billy's ties, and he'd just have to get it laundered and pressed afterwards. Dom chose a long, silky one, and he knew that now he was just stalling, just waiting for Billy to say something into the distance between them. Not that it was a true distance, it was just the weight of what they were about to do creating this tiny little barrier of silence, and it could easily be broken if Billy would only say something--

"Dom," Billy spoke up as if he had read Dom's mind. "Everything is your choice. You tell me what you want."

"I want--" Dom began, turning around, and then he stopped. He froze. He tried to remember how to breathe.

Billy lay on the bed on his stomach, and he was completely naked, except for the nervous flush riding high on his cheekbones.

"Billy ... " Dom whispered, staring unabashedly, drinking in the sight of the body he'd wanted for so long. He took several halting steps toward the bed, the tie forgotten in his hand, and then sat on the edge of the mattress beside Billy, his hand stretching out of its own accord to hover over Billy's back.

Billy lowered his head to the pillow, just able to see Dom from the corner of his eye. "Touch me, taisgeal," he breathed. "Please. Just touch me for a moment."

Dom lowered his hand to Billy's warm skin almost reverently, fingertips trembling across Billy's spine before his palm made full contact, and he began stroking up and down the length of the long, lean back laid out in front of him.

Billy released a soft sigh.

Greedily soaking in the sight, sound, smell of Billy, Dom let his hand drift lower with each pass until he was caressing Billy's gently rounded arse, feeling it tense and relax under his touch, reveling in the feel of his soft bare skin. His hand traveled lower still, rasping across the sparse hair on the backs of Billy's thighs, stroking the velvet skin behind his knees. "God, Billy," he whispered unsteadily. "You're so beautiful."

Billy scrambled to his knees, apparently heedless of his nudity, and before Dom could blink Billy's hands were on him, pulling him up to his knees as well. Billy dropped feverish kisses on Dom's face and neck, sucking and tasting and licking his skin as if afraid he might disappear before Billy could truly savour him.

Dom let him. Let him kiss and caress and nibble and nip, hands rapidly stroking over every inch of Dom he could reach. When Billy unconsciously pressed his growing erection against Dom's hip, Dom dropped his head back, inhaled deeply and thrust back against him.

It was enough to bring Billy back to the intended task. He leaned his forehead on Dom's shoulder for a moment, breathing deeply, quickly. He finally lifted his head and shone his curviest, sexiest smile at Dom. "You're wearing a lot of clothes, there, mate."

Dom's laugh rasped in his throat. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"Why, I'm going to get rid of them, of course." He proceeded to slide his hands up underneath Dom's shirt, deliberately rubbing his palms across Dom's nipples, making him shudder. "First we have to remove your shirt so I can see your chest. Because you have a truly fetching chest, and I want to see every inch of it." Billy pulled the shirt over Dom's head, dropping it to the floor. "God, look at you."

Dom closed his eyes, tipped his head back, let touch take over all his other senses for a moment while Billy slowly traced his fingers over Dom's collarbone, let his hands brush down over pectorals and ribs and the tip of a thumb gently, lightly dipped into his navel. When fingers began to work at the button on the waist of his trousers, Dom lifted his head but still didn't open his eyes. He inhaled loudly as Billy simultaneously undid the button and hotly, wetly kissed his sternum.

"Pants too?" Billy murmured, seeking permission.

Dom nodded.

Billy slid his hands inside the waistband on the outside of Dom's hips, then worked his fingers under the elastic of Dom's shorts as well. He slowly pushed them down, careful to keep his hands to the relatively safe areas of Dom's hips, his thighs, and careful also to ease the heavy material over Dom's rigid, already over-stimulated cock.

Dom gasped anyway. "Jesus, Bill--forget lasting, I'm not going to make it to the sodding start line."

Billy merely murmured, "Sit back, so I can get these off."

Dom nearly collapsed backwards to sit on the bed again, enabling Billy to quickly rid him of his jeans and shorts. He tried to pull Billy down on him, but that slender body was so much stronger than it looked, and Billy easily resisted. "C"mon, please," Dom urged, cringing at the note of pleading in his voice. Oh, what the hell. Billy knew he was desperate.

Billy smiled at him. "You got to look--now it's my turn. Just let me see you for a minute, taisgeal." He paused for a moment, and then raked his glance down Dom's body as he said, "Let me look at you, and then I'll wrap my hand around you and stroke you until you come." He watched hungrily as Dom shuddered and arched and his cock leaped. "Fuck, you look hard, Dom," he said roughly. "Every inch of you, all muscle and bone and sinew, and you look like you want to fucking eat me alive. No one's ever looked at me like that before, and you're making me so bloody hot ..."

"Billy," Dom groaned. "If you don't put your sodding hand on me right now, I swear I'm going to lock myself in the bathroom and wank."

Billy leaned over and captured his mouth in a swift hard kiss as he encircled Dom's rigid erection with his fingers and began to stroke him.

The twin offensive reduced Dom to pure sensation, nerve endings shrieking messages of delight and pleasure, arching his back right off the mattress with a cry, muffled by Billy's tongue in his mouth.

Billy's hand was upside down on Dom, making the downthrust more powerful than the up, and he left his forefinger stretched out so it pulled across Dom's balls every time he moved his hand. "Is that okay, Dom?" he pulled his mouth away long enough to ask.

"Oh, God, Bill, bloody fucking cunting hell--" Dom gasped, and he thought he just might implode, so fierce were the flames licking along his veins as he began to buck nearly uncontrollably. "Jesus, Billy, I can't, I can't I can't I can't I can't--"

Billy sucked on Dom's earlobe, then whispered, "You don't have to wait, you'll be doing this again later tonight. Go."

Dom shattered. He cried out loudly as he came, Billy's name breaking from his throat with more volume than Dom had ever thought he would produce in bed, and a small, frenzied part of his brain wondered if the neighbours were home, because it could be rather embarrassing for his mate. For his lover. Oh God, Billy was his lover. He moaned and thrust himself as hard as he could into Billy's fist, then collapsed back against the mattress, panting, "BillyBillyBilly Billy, Billy, Billy ... Billy ... "

A low, breathy chuckled in his ear made him shiver. "Who, me?"

"No, the other Billy. The ex-dockworker from Clydeside," Dom grinned suddenly, chest still heaving.

"Cheeky beggar." Billy lightly nipped at his ear. "All right, then, taisgeal?"

"More than all right, Bills," Dom said tenderly, smiling, and stroked the back of Billy's head while he tried to catch his breath. "I'm fucking amazing, I am."

"Yes, you are," Billy agreed softly, then grabbed a cloth he'd left on the bedside table and gently began to clean Dom up. He handed the cloth to Dom to finish up, and fingered the tie laying forgotten on the bed linens. "Still sure you want to do this?"

"Completely." Dom tossed the washcloth to the floor and rolled to face Billy again. He let his eyes travel down Billy's shoulder, to his chest, studying the dark hair there. For some reason it always surprised him how much hair was on Billy's chest--he just looked like the type of bloke to have less. Meant he was virile, that's what it was. More testosterone, or something, right?

"Dom?" Billy sounded amused. "Any particular reason you're staring at my chest hair?"

"Just looking at you. Got stuck there," Dom answered, smiling, not looking up. His eyes traveled further down to Billy's stomach. Flat and firm, he'd obviously been working out. "I didn't hit a nerve when I teased you a couple months ago about having a bit of a belly, did I?"

"No. Gained it for On A Clear Day--you know, working sod's beer gut and all--and it took me a while to lose it again. Why, did you like it better?"

Dom chuckled. "I like you with or without it. You're an attractive bloke, you know, Bill. Dead sexy, as a matter of fact."

"Oh, really?"

"Most definitely," Dom nodded, and let his eyes wander down the fine line of dark hair to Billy's erection. "Quite tasty, I'd say."

"Speaking of which ... " Like a cat, Billy's shoulders shifted as he rose up on first one arm, then the other, and he trailed the tie across Dom's naked skin, making him shiver. "If you're sure, get on your knees, hands behind your back."

Dom rolled and climbed to his knees. "What about the sherbet?"

"I'll get it. If you sprinkle it on me and then I move to tie your hands, it'll be everywhere except where we want it."

"I love it when you're practical. It's so hot." Dom tried to keep his breathing even and steady and deep as Billy wrapped the cool, thinly striped silken tie around his crossed wrists.

"Is that all right? Not too tight, is it?"


"You sure?"

"I'm sure. Get on with it," Dom said, and his suddenly deeper voice must have been convincing--or at the very least, a turn-on, he supposed--because he'd rarely seen Billy move so fast as when he dove for the plastic carrier bag containing the sherbet.

"What flavour?" he asked, sounding a trifle breathless.

"Surprise me."

"Oh, I'm planning on it," Billy wiggled his eyebrows up at Dom, a silly grin on his face, and all Dom's tension melted away.

No matter how their little experiment went, he realised, it would be enjoyable. Either it would be hot and sexy, or it would just be a lark, and they'd fall about laughing and wind up back up on the sofa eating sweets in front of the telly. Which, now that Billy had dealt with Dom's day-long stiffy, would be okay too. Of course, he'd prefer if they wound up making hot monkey love, and he wondered if there was a way to maybe start them off in that direction.

"Billy, wait," he said, rushed, as Billy lay on his stomach in preparation.

Billy froze, then his head dropped. "It's okay, Dom," he said quietly. "I told you, we don't have to do this--"

"What? No, no, that's not--just--come here. Get up here." He nudged Billy with his knee. "I want to--believe me, I want to. Would you come here, dammit?"

Billy slowly rose onto his knees and shuffled over.

Watching him move to kneel directly in front of him, Dom wondered if this willingness to tie him up meant Billy enjoyed being in control, liked to feel the more dominant one. In any previous relationship, Dom had always made the first move, had been the one to initiate everything. He wondered what it felt like to relinquish that. Then he wondered if that sort of relationship was even possible with Billy, who was his equal in every way. Maybe if they assumed a sort of role-playing persona, made it a true game rather than an indication of control ...

Billy wretchedly said, "Dom, if you're hesitating this much, maybe you're not ready. It's okay, you know, it was just a bit of a game--"

Dom suddenly laughed. "That's exactly what I'm talking about."

"What?" He frowned, looking confused and uncertain. "I don't understand ... "

"You and me, Bills," Dom said, smiling. "You know, everyone talks about doms and subs in a gay relationship, but that's just not us, is it? This isn't for serious, this isn't my role, it's just a fucking game. What do you say, Bills? Shall we play?"

Billy's face cleared in understanding. "Is that what you've been thinking about all this time? You're such a fuckwit, Dom," he grinned, relieved. "I'm not a dom, and no, I don't expect you to be my sub. I just want to have a bit of fun, and perhaps while I'm doing so, learn every single inch of your body. Are we on the same page now?"

"Same page." Dom leaned forward and crushed his mouth against Billy's, kissing him hard. It felt odd to kiss him and not be able to embrace him--it felt odd and off balance and more than a little exciting, and he felt that in Billy too, in the way Billy gripped his upper arms and pulled him up and in. Dom opened his mouth and tangled his tongue hotly, wetly with Billy's, felt Billy's moist warm breath rush in as he soundlessly moaned. Dom leaned into him, felt the dry pull of skin on skin from his chest to his thighs, and gasped the air from Billy's mouth as his cock leaped, rubbing against Billy's.

Billy pulled his mouth from Dom's to pant, "No. You're not getting out of the bet this easily. You're going to fucking lick sherbet off me if it kills me."

Dom grinned, breathing hard himself. "I'll do my best."

"What, to kill me?" Billy chuckled a bit roughly as he lowered himself to the bed again.

"Hell, yeah. With my tongue."

As he reached for the paper bag containing one flavour of sherbet, Billy groaned, "Why do I believe you?" He reached back and carefully sprinkled a bit of brownish-coloured powder on the backs of his knees. "We'll start with that, shall we?"

"Whatever you say, Bills," Dom said lowly, sexily, eyes lowered to take in the way Billy's back was twisting and flexing as he spread the sweet. "You tell me what you want. What to do."

"How much do you want me to tell you?" Billy asked, looking up at Dom over his shoulder.

"However much or little you want. If you want to get detailed, get detailed. Play however you want." Dom assured him.

Billy's slow grin curved upwards. "However I want, eh? All right, then, Dom. Kneel between my legs." He laid flat on the bed.

Dom's cock twitched again at the thought of being in between Billy's legs. He followed the instruction.

"Sit down on your heels. Lean over, and lick the back of my left knee."

Dom shuffled a little further back. He leaned over, overbalanced, and landed on his nose on the duvet between Billy's lower thighs. "Bugger," he mumbled, as Billy tried hard to stifle a laugh. "This isn't going to be easy. You'd better be patient," he warned as he wriggled his way a little more upright, wishing he could rub his nose.

"The best things in life are never easy, taisgeal, have you not learned that yet?" Billy teased. "Least of all me. But I promise, I'll be as patient as a--a--well, I'll be very patient."

"We'll see about that." Dom shuffled around a bit more, spread his elbows wide for balance, and leaned over again. He managed to control his descent a bit more this time, and landed with his mouth on the back of Billy's leg, just above the sherbet. Lifting himself back up a fraction, he began with a long, slow swipe of his tongue lightly but directly down the back of Billy's knee. He snaked his tongue back into his mouth to taste. "Mmm. Cola."

"What other flavours did you get?" Billy asked, the barest hitch in his breath.

Dom shifted around on his knees. "Don't remember. I suppose we'll have to find out, won't we?"

"I suppose we might."

He took another taste of the sherbet powder. "It would be a shame not to, don't you think?"

"Indeed," Billy managed.

"So are you going to tell me what to do, here?" Dom asked with a curving grin. "Or should I just keep licking away at this knee for the next half hour?"

"Oh--right. Umm ... " It took Billy a moment to gather his thoughts, but he finally said, "Lick across."

Dom did.

"Lick the other knee--once. Clean it without lifting your tongue from my skin," he directed, his voice lower than it had been minutes before.

Dom turned to reach the other knee, bending down carefully. He licked around and across the soft, thin skin, but his tongue quickly became coated with the sweet powder, and ended up just messily, stickily moving it about.

Billy was smiling. "That feels so odd. Okay, tongue in your mouth--now you're just starting to slobber."

Dom laughed as he stiffly eased himself upright and swallowed the sugar. "Just following your instructions."

"I know. I don't think I'm very good at this," he grinned back at Dom. "Tell you what. Clean my knees up, and then I'm going to alter the game just a bit."

"Alter how?" Dom asked in a suspicious voice, not actually worried in the least.

"Don't ask so many questions. Just do what you're told," Billy shot back, trying for--and achieving--a dark note of authority.

Dom felt his erection stiffen, and he realised what it was about the game that was turning him on so. It wasn't Billy acting dominant--it was him acting confident. He wordlessly bent and slowly, languorously lapped the last of the sherbet from Billy's skin, until there was no longer even a trace of stickiness. "What now?" he asked, staying hunched over but looking up at Billy's face from underneath his lashes.

Billy looked back over his shoulder, eyes cool and deep as dark moss. "Now you shift over." As Dom straightened and shuffled out of the way, Billy sat up, and on his knees himself, made his away across the bed to stop directly in front of Dom.

Dom settled back on his heels, feeling oddly comfortable being completely nude and on display as he was. Sure, Billy was starkers as well, and certainly not trying to hide it, but Dom was a little more exposed--or felt so, anyway--with his arms bound behind his back. He wondered if Billy felt more self-conscious than he was showing. After all, it hadn't been that long since he'd even admitted to himself that he was attracted to Dom, and it had to feel a bit weird.

Billy leaned forward and kissed Dom slowly, deeply, his tongue winding into Dom's mouth like a hot silk ribbon, and all Dom's contemplations slid away, leaving his mind occupied solely with the thought of how Billy's arms slipping around him felt good, felt warm, felt snug, felt right. And then Billy's deft fingers were on his wrists and the tie was slithering loose to fall away, and Billy's smile was coiling against the corners of Dom's lips. "Still want to play?" he whispered, undoubtedly knowing the answer.


"Good. Same rules apply, except you can use your hands for balance, or to hold your weight. You cannot touch me with them. You will do what I say."

"Yes," Dom agreed, staring at Billy's mouth. It was entrancing, he thought, the things that man could do with his voice. Like a whip, like satin, like chocolate and whisky, like encouragement and comfort and challenge all at once. "This time, I'll do what you say."

"This time," Billy agreed with a slow, slight smile. He leaned in to kiss Dom once more, hard and brief and relentless. He let go, bending back to keep space between them as Dom swayed forward, trying to follow Billy's mouth, and with a low chuckle, Billy lay down on his stomach once more. "Pick another sherbet, and sprinkle a line down the middle of my back, following my spine."

Dom's mouth began to water, and he reached into the plastic carrier bag for the next flavour  of sherbet--raspberry, as it turned out. He scattered a thin trail of it down Billy's spine--too much, and it would take him forever to clean it up--and set the bag aside again. Noticing a bottle of water Billy had set on the nightstand, he asked, "Who's the water for?"

"Both of us. You may have a drink if you wish."

Dom stifled a laugh. "You're really getting into this, aren't you?"

Billy turned his head into his pillow, his shoulders shaking with mirth. Finally he lifted his head again as Dom drank from the water bottle. "Ach, God," he chuckled. "I'm so bad at this. So fucking obvious, even I can't keep a straight face."

"Who said you had to?" Dom countered with his own grin. "It's a game, after all--I thought they were supposed to be fun."

"Well, so far this has been pretty damned amusing." Billy relaxed back down again. "Get on with it then--lick me."

Dom nearly choked on a mouthful of water. He swallowed, set the bottle aside, and murmured, "Now there's an invitation a bloke can't refuse."

"What? That was the point of all this, wasn't it? For you to lick the sugar off my skin."

"Yes, but Billy," Dom said with a smile as he positioned himself on his hands and knees, straddling Billy's back. "Usually those two little words, all by their lonesome--" he paused to swipe his tongue across the dimples at the very base of Billy's spine. "Lick--" swipe "--me--" swipe "--mean a different activity entirely. Or rather--" he licked up the groove of Billy's back, "--in a different location, at any rate."

"Oh," said Billy, a trifle breathlessly. "I see what you mean."

"But we said--" He dragged his tongue up the entire length of Billy's back, the sugar dissolving at first but growing grittier against Billy's skin the further he went, until he reached the creases at the base of Billy's neck and stopped, swallowing the powder on his tongue. "We said we weren't going to do that just yet."

"Did we?" he asked weakly.

"We did. Doesn't mean I can't lick you in other places, though." Dom nuzzled the back of his neck, tongue darting out to flick into the creases that angled towards Billy's shoulder, a result of his head being turned to the side.

"Finish cleaning off the sherbet first," Billy suddenly instructed, obviously remembering which position was his in their little game.

Dom dutifully bent his head to the task, laving Billy's warm skin with little laps and long strokes, caressing even without the use of his hands.

"God, Dom," Billy moaned long minutes later. "That feels so good."

"Good," Dom murmured against his skin. "I think you're all cleaned up. What do you want me to do next?"

"Watch yourself." He waited until Dom rose, backing away, before rolling over onto his back.

Dom's eyes were immediately drawn to Billy's cock, hard and darkly flushed and bobbing erect before him. "Look at you," he nearly whispered. "You look fucking incredible. God, but I want you."

"You want to play a little more?"

"Hell, yeah."

Billy's smile curved across his lips. "Good. Pick another sherbet. You get three spots, and none of them are on my prick."

"Three spots? What do you mean?" Dom asked, eyes still glued to Billy's erection. He palmed himself, and moaned.

Billy's breath hitched as he said, "Never thought I'd see you touching yourself. That's got to be the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen. Now stop it."

Chuckling roughly, Dom ran his palm down his cock again. "Oh, but it feels so good, Bill. Mmmn." He dropped his head back, let his mouth fall open. "Don't know if I can stop, now."

"Dominic, stop," Billy ordered, that note of authority--the one that made Dom absolutely twitch--back in his voice.

He stopped, lifted his head again to look at Billy from under his lashes. "Yes, Billy. Three spots? What do you want me to do?" He watched as Billy's eyes darkened even further, something he wouldn't have thought possible.

"Do you have any idea how much you turn me on, when you pretend to be all obedient?" Billy asked, his voice gruff and full of want. He raised his arms to link his hands under his head, and stretched slightly, raising his chest--and therefore his nipples--into the air, flattening his stomach to concave. "You can pick three places that you can see right now. Pour a small bit of sherbet on each one, and then clean them off. You cannot touch my dick."

Dom studied him carefully, then reached for the last bag of sherbet he hadn't tried yet. "I know just what places I want to taste."


Concentrating, he sprinkled a small, coin-sized patch of sugar onto the tender inside of Billy's elbow, crooked up beside his head. "There." Next, he shuffled down the bed a bit to pour a little into the hollow of Billy's throat. "And there." He shuffled further down, and reached toward the center of Billy's body.

"Remember the rule," Billy warned, even if it was a trifle breathlessly.

Dom smiled mischievously. "I remember." He trailed a fine line of sherbet down the inside of Billy's hip, right to the crease of where thigh met body.

"Oh, yes," Billy sighed, writhing under the feel of cool powder pouring onto hot skin. "Very fine choice of a spot, that is."

"Glad you approve," Dom chuckled, then set aside the paper bag. "C'mon, then. Tell me where to start."

"You set a fine order. Touch me with nothing but your tongue."

"Afraid I'll overwhelm you?" he teased, moving back up the bed and leaning his head over Billy's arm. He darted his tongue out to dip it into the sherbet.

"Very much so," Billy admitted, turning his head to watch Dom and his tongue, so close to his face and yet--as instructed--touching only that one small spot. "I want you, Dom," he said quietly. "And I don't quite know what to do after the game is over."

Dom stopped, turned his face to meet Billy's eyes. "Do you trust me, Bills?" he whispered.

"You know I do."

"Good. Because I know what we can do." He stayed still, watching Billy's eyes, waiting for the decision.

It came quickly. "Okay," Billy nodded, and there was no fear on his face.

Dom leaned in and kissed him. "I love you."

Billy pressed his forehead against Dom's, closing his eyes. "Love you too. Love you, Dom."

After a moment like that, Dom returned to Billy's elbow, and began lapping up the sweet powder. Billy stayed silent until Dom shifted around to the hollow of his throat and began slowly, silkily licking away at it, even being so bold as to give little nips and nibbles to his collarbone.

"Ach, God, Dom," Billy murmured, pressing his head back into the pillow to give Dom more access. "I can't imagine wanting to be anywhere else right now. How did it take us so sodding long to get here? If only--"

"Shh, Bills," he whispered against Billy's throat, sending a shiver through Billy's body and raising goosebumps on his arms and legs. "No 'if only's'. Just  ... from here on." He bent his head to his task again, suddenly filled with such a depth of emotion he was afraid his voice would crack if he tried to say anything else.

"Yeah. Yeah, from here on, taisgeal. God, that feels good." Billy twisted, low noises emanating from his throat as Dom's tongue moved on, trailing down, carefully around first one nipple, then the other, dragging through chest hair and across pectorals and along ribs.

Dom watched every twitch and ripple that shuddered through Billy's body as his tongue finally reached the last line of sherbet powder snaking down the thin skin inside of Billy's hipbone. "All right, there, Bills?" he asked in between languid strokes of his tongue. "If it's too much, just say so."

"No," Billy gasped. "'S not too much. I just--need something else. Soon."

"Just tell me what, and when."

"You--you said you knew what we can do."

Dom nodded. "Okay." He licked up the last of the sherbet powder, then murmured, "You're hard, aren't you, Bill. I mean, really hard."

"Fuck, yeah," Billy laughed breathlessly. "Can't remember the last time I was this close without once touching my prick. Feel like I'm sodding fourteen again."

Dom chuckled. "Ah, the good old days of near-instantaneous orgasm. I kind of miss that. Used to be able to come, like, four times in one day. Of course, with you around I just might be able to match that."

"I'll do my best, I assure you," Billy said with a gleam in his eyes, and he reached down to wrap tight fingers around Dom's bicep. "Now, Dom."

Dom immediately crawled up the bed beside Billy. He reached for the water bottle and took a long, fast drink to cleanse his mouth of the sugary sweetness coating his teeth, and then knelt beside Billy. "Do you still want to tell me what to do, or have we done with the game for now?"

Billy stared at his mouth. "One last instruction. Kiss me. Then we're done with the game."

Dom lowered himself to the bed, stretching out full-length beside Billy, taking care to keep space between their hips. No point driving Billy over the edge before they'd had a chance to enjoy it a bit longer. He leaned his head in and captured Billy's mouth, lips softly brushing and tongue gently teasing, before sealing their mouths together to kiss him hotly, wet and deep and needful.

Billy's arms went around him, one hand splayed on his lower back and the other curving around the nape of his neck and up into his hair. He finally pulled his lips from Dom's and raggedly said, "Jesus, Dom. Put your fucking hands on me. I don't care where--just put your hands on my skin. Touch me."

Dom let out a soft, solid breath, full of love and relief and longing, and laid his hands on Billy's chest. "That was the only thing I didn't like about the game."

"What?" Billy asked distractedly, squirming underneath him.

"Not being able to touch you," Dom whispered. "Billy, do you have any idea what you do to me? Mentally, physically, emotionally--I'm entirely wrapped up in you." He had no idea where the words were coming from, where these fully-formed sentences were springing from seemingly without his knowledge, only that they were entirely true. He slid one hand down Billy's chest to his hip, his thumb digging into the lean hollow there and stroking firm circles. "I always have been. When you're around, nothing matters but whether you're looking at me, touching me, laughing with me, comforting me, helping me. No one else can hold me like that. No one else can hold me captive like you do."

"Dom," Billy breathed, stilling, his eyes glistening in the dark, catching points of light and reflecting, refracting them in myriad ways.

"Do you see what I'm saying, Bill?" Dom asked softly.


He nodded. "Good. Just want to be sure you know." Dom moved his hand from Billy's hip, stroking one gentle fingertip down the length of his cock. As Billy twisted beneath him, he carefully grasped both their erections in one hand, and squeezed.

"Oh--" Billy gasped, sounding surprised. "Dom--"

He began to gently, slowly pull with his hand, moving their cocks together rather than rubbing one on the other, and he tilted his head in to nuzzle Billy's hair, breath hot on his ear.

"Oh--oh. God, Dom," Billy managed. "Didn't know it would--would feel like this. Ohhh--"

"That's good, though, right?" Dom murmured against the smooth curve of the outside of Billy's ear.

"Good. Oh God, so good," Billy panted, head pressing deeply into the pillow. "Shite--shite, Dom--not gonna last--"

"Do you want to come at the same time as me?" Dom asked quickly, stilling his hand until he had an answer.

"Bloody hell, yes," Billy gasped.

Dom let go of their erections and relaxed onto his back. "Help me catch up, then," he suggested huskily.

Billy rolled over, half on top of him, and as his hand grasped almost roughly at Dom's cock, his mouth covered Dom's, tongue plunging quickly, messily into his mouth. When Dom groaned, Billy swallowed the sound down and let it spur him on. He began to writhe, to moan, and even let out a tiny whimper.

Dom pulled his head away and raggedly gasped, "Good work. I think I'm caught up."

With a rough growl, Billy shifted and gripped both their erections in his hand, wasting no time in beginning to stroke.

Involuntarily, Dom threw his head back with a sharp intake of breath. "Taking matters into your own hand, Bill?" he rasped.

"Still talking?" Billy panted. "Guess I'm not getting it just ... right." On the final word he did a strange flick-twist with his wrist and thrust his hips against Dom.

"Jesus--" Dom yelped, arching off the bed. "Oh, God--nnngh--fuckin' yes--Billy--"

"Yeah ... shite. Shite, Dom. Gonna come--so close ... "

With white-tipped fingers gripping Billy's arse, Dom's orgasm stiffened every muscle in his body, bowing him up off the bed, and his mouth opened in a soundless cry.

Billy followed within seconds, his come mingling with Dom's on his hand, on their stomachs, on the sheets, and gasping nonsensical words tumbled from his lips as he shook and trembled with the force of it.

Minutes--possibly hours, though Dom wasn't entirely sure--later, he moved. Just a hand, but it was a start.

Billy groaned, tried to lift his head, and failed.

Dom tried a question. "Hmm?"

"Mm hmm," Billy's answer was clear. His hand gingerly unclenched from around their softening cocks.

Dom bent his head and kissed Billy's hair. He had had some awfully high hopes for that, their first time. He wondered if it was luck or fate that those hopes hadn't been dashed. Kismet. He snorted.

"Wha'?" Billy mumbled.

"Kismet," Dom rumbled.




Dom lifted his hand and stroked Billy's bare shoulder. "Thank you. I'm--that was so--  What I'm trying to say, is ... " He was mortified to find tears filling his eyes, and his voice cracked as he said, "Bugger."

Billy turned his head to prop his chin on Dom's chest. "Taisgeal," he murmured. "Don't cry."

"I'm not the crying sort," Dom sniffled. "So fuck you."

Billy couldn't possibly have missed all the jokes that opened up for him, but he neatly sidestepped every one. "Thank you," he whispered. "I wasn't sure what to expect. Kind of wish that first-time thing hadn't fallen on you, but there you are. It was ... "

Dom waited.

"Glorious," Billy finally finished, a smile softening the extravagant word.

"You're such a wanker," Dom said gruffly.

He refused to be lured by the potential for teasing. "I mean it, Dom. Love you, you know."

"Love you too," Dom whispered.

Eventually they stumbled to the shower, climbing in under the spray together. They washed each other, murmured quiet words, held, supported, leaned, and caressed with tender hands, all the while being soothed and warmed to the core by the steaming hot water and their own sated happiness.

Billy stood behind Dom and wrapped both arms around him, resting his cheek on the back of Dom's wet shoulder.  He hummed.

Dom felt it spread through his chest. "Can we live like this?" he asked, his voice pitched just loud enough to carry over the water.

"What, in the shower?" Billy smiled against his skin.

"Yeah. And in the bedroom. With maybe the occasional foray into the living room. But mostly the bedroom and the shower."

Billy's hand slid up Dom's stomach to his chest. "I think we should definitely try it. But tonight we're going to have to live in your bedroom."

Dom cocked his head. "Okay. Why?"

The chuckle from Billy made the water on Dom's shoulder bead and fall. "Because the sheets on my bed are covered in your come, and I don't feel like changing them."

"My come?" Dom grinned. "You sure about that? I seem to recall someone else was involved in that little caper."

"Mmm," he agreed happily, briefly pressing his hips against Dom's arse. "And tomorrow I plan on capering some more."

Filled with a quiet joy, Dom turned, wrapped his arms around Billy's wet neck, and kissed him for all he was worth.

Chapter 17