Home Again

Pairing: Dom/Billy/Elijah

Don’t know these people. No offence intended or money made.

Dom, not exactly the picture of health and happiness, slammed the door as hard as he could, letting the bastard torturers inside know just what he felt about them and their inhumane methods. Fucking dentists. If god was so all powerful, then why the hell had he made teeth that rotted? Because if he hadn’t he would have had a load of masochists with nothing to do, and then they would have had to find something to do, which would no doubt result in dentists. Or something like that.

He positively stomped to his car and threw himself in, being careful not to slam the door too hard - no point in putting his beloved motor at risk - and glared meaningfully at the steering wheel. It was hot, his mouth hurt, and was sure to hurt more when the novocaine had worn off, and now he had to get home through the rush hour traffic.

"Fuck," he said aloud, dribbling a bit.

*

"Fuck!" Billy’s back arched so far off the bed that he was in danger of doing himself a serious injury. Elijah had undoubtedly been at the head of the queue - maybe twice - when the ability to shag successfully was handed out. It was uncanny, or it would be if Billy could gather enough of his brain cells together to think of the word.

"Fuck," he said again, slightly more calmly, his hands relaxing their near death-grip on the crumpled sheets as Elijah suddenly stopped moving. He felt breath on his face and opened his eyes to find Elijah about two inches away from him. "What?" he said. "Why have you stopped?"

"No reason." Elijah looked remarkably calm and collected for somebody in a position as compromising and downright uncomfortable as he found himself

"Just looking," he amended, the tone of his voice giving away a good deal more than his face. He ran a hand down Billy’s chest, resting it on his belly. "It’s a nice view.." The other hand was still wrapped tightly around the headboard, where it had become stuck some 15 minutes previously. Elijah knew beyond all doubt that if he tried to let go then he would die. He would simply float away on a little cloud of lust. He would also fall flat on his face on top of Billy, but there were worse things that could happen.

"Well, do you think that you could look and fuck at the same time?" Billy moved his hips encouragingly, laughing as Elijah’s eyes almost crossed. "Go on, give multi tasking a go."

Moving his hand from Billy’s belly, Elijah obeyed, setting a rhythm than soon had Billy gasping obscenities with every breath as he felt the pressure in his cock building.

To his disgust, just as he felt his toes begin to curl, Elijah stopped again.

"What now?" Billy wailed. "For fuck’s sake you twat, will you just get on with it?" The wail turned into more of a whimper as he felt Elijah’s hand take hold of his cock, stroking it teasingly slowly.

"I love to see a grown man beg," offered Elijah brightly. "Fancy doing some begging?"

"Why do you do this?" Billy asked, half petulant, half amused. "You know that you’re going to get beaten half to death for it. As soon as I’ve recovered my strength, that is. Oh, and as soon as I’ve come!"

"No begging?" Elijah’s hand worked a little faster, squeezing and twisting, just this side of pain, and Billy’s hands clawed at the sheets again.

"If you don’t - fuck me - make me come so hard that I pass out, then I’ll give you fucking begging . Jesus, ‘lijah, please!"

Elijah’s breathing was distinctly uneven by this point, and he decided that would be enough begging. Keeping his hand on Billy’s cock, he began to move again, feeling Billy’s legs tighten around him. It really didn’t take long after that, and as Billy came, he could swear that bells were ringing.

*

Dom threw his mobile onto the seat next to him and scowled even more, wiping the drool from his chin.

"Bastards!" he lisped. "I know what you’re doing., and it’s inconsiderate of you." On reflection, ‘inconsiderate’ had been a bad choice of word, resulting in more chin wiping. "You’re sh… fucking, and you didn’t even wait for me. You’d better make this up to me when I get home … oh for god’s sake, now what?!"

Road works. Great. A hot summer afternoon, and he was now stuck in the polluted city while some utterly revolting workman flashed his arse crack at the world. Dom did his best to wrinkle his nose and let his thoughts dwell briefly on two much more appetising arses before remembering that he was annoyed with them, the people the arses belonged to, not the arses themselves. Giving up in confusion, he reached for the air conditioning switch, which promptly came off in his hand.

With a small, beaten scream, Dom collapsed forward onto the steering wheel. The sun beat through the windows, and he could feel the sweat beginning to drip down his back.

*

Elijah tilted his head back, letting the hot water wash the soap out of his eyes. He smiled as two strong arms encircled him, and leaned back into the embrace, his head resting against Billy’s shoulder.

"Hi," Billy said softly, his hands moving to rest on Elijah’s hips. "I still think it was the phone ringing, you know."

"You saying that I’m not good enough to make you hear bells ringing?" Elijah pushed his hips backwards. "Saying that I can’t do that to you?"

"Oh, you can do that to me, all right," Billy said fervently. "Believe me, you’ve made me hear bells, see stars, and on one really scary occasion, get a glimpse of my gran standing at the foot of the bed, but … oof!" He trailed off as his cock was taken in a very firm grip.

"Pardon?" Elijah said politely.

"What I said was, yes, you made me hear bells, my mistake," Billy said. "Now let go, you thug, and give us a kiss."

"Romance isn’t dead, it’s merely comatose," Elijah muttered, letting go of Billy’s cock and turning around. He smiled and reached up to run his hands through Billy’s hair, then continued the motion, down along his chin, to his throat, then finally settling on his chest. He leaned forward and kissed Billy’s throat, letting his tongue dip into the hollow between his collarbones, lapping at the water collected there. He trailed his tongue up Billy’s chin, wincing slightly at the sharpness of the stubble, and finally reached his goal, his mouth covering Billy’s, his tongue sliding in deep.

"Do you think," Billy gasped when he finally pulled away from Elijah’s far too tempting mouth, "that we should maybe wait for Dom to get back? He shouldn’t be long now."

"Why?" Elijah looked at him, genuinely curious. "It’s not as if he won’t be getting his share later. I thought this afternoon was just you and me." He paused. "After all, me and Dom do this without you, and I know that you and Dom aren’t exactly celibate when I’m not around. Are you weirding out?" He kissed the point of Billy’s jaw where it connected with his neck, and then let his head rest against Billy’s shoulder.

"No, of course I’m not weirding out - and how quaintly you Americans put things - I was just being polite."

"Oh well there you go, that’s why I didn’t recognise what you were doing."

"Wanker."

"I do my best." Elijah tilted his head so that he could peer at Billy through his eyelashes - always guaranteed to get the desired effect, and this time was no different. With a sound that was half groan, half laugh, Billy pulled Elijah to him, holding him so close that Elijah’s feet were practically off the ground.

"Come on, Bill," he whispered, his lips against Billy’s ear. "I want you to fuck me. Come on. Take me to our disgusting, sweaty, crumpled bed, and screw me into complete oblivion."

*

Once out of the city, things improved. The traffic thinned, Dom was able to wind down the window and get some air in. He was even able to play his music loud, although when he switched the CD player on he was greeted with some outstandingly loud noise involving tennis rackets, cats and a dead goat.

"Elijah," he muttered, switching the CD player off and fiddling with the radio until he found something slightly less discordant. He nodded in satisfaction and sat back to enjoy the rest of the ride home.

That was when he accidentally bit his still slightly numb lip and started to bleed all over his shirt.

*

Billy sat astride Elijah’s hips, his hands stroking slowly down the glorious expanse of pale, smooth back. Wherever his hands went, he followed the same trail with his tongue and teeth, making Elijah squirm and whimper, his hands clenching into fists against the pillow his face was buried in.

"God, Bill…" he muttered as Billy’s teeth found a particularly sensitive spot. "Stop it, would ya? Just fuck me, already."

"You have the most fantastic back I’ve ever seen," Billy said, perfectly seriously. "It’s so damn smooth…" he ran his hand down it again, his fingers scraping against the flesh, and Elijah whimpered again, pushing up into the touch, silently begging for more.

Billy lowered his head and kissed the back of Elijah’s neck, his fingers moving the dark hair out of the way so that he could reach Elijah’s ear, which he nibbled and licked until Elijah was squirming so much that Billy could hardly keep him on the bed.

"Oh god, please …" Billy smiled to himself. The one thing that could bring Elijah to his knees, literally and figuratively, was having his ears licked. He could feel the body under his vibrating with need when he pressed his lips against it, and when he reached to grasp Elijah’s hand, he wasn’t surprised at the strength with which his own hand was taken and held.

"See, ‘lijah? You can dish it out, but you can’t take it," Billy said teasingly. "Don’t like to be tormented, do you?"

"Oh sweet Jesus, please…" Elijah mumbled, his lips pressed against Billy’s knuckles. "I promise you I’ll be good. I’ll eat my vegetables. Give peas a chance." He opened his mouth and suckled on one of Billy’s fingers as suggestively as he could.

"Fuck," Billy murmured. "I can never get enough of that. Watching that face of yours doing stuff like that." He paused. "Turn over," He moved away long enough for Elijah to obey, and then knelt between his legs, nudging them apart, not that Elijah took much persuading. Teasing gently, Billy slowly inserted his newly wet finger into Elijah, watching as the emotions raced across his face - almost-shock, discomfort, acceptance and pleasure - it was something Billy would never take for granted.

When the third finger was inserted, Elijah was just about ready to go into orbit, sweating and pleading and swearing, and Billy was so hard he hurt.

"I’m not going to fuck you, Elijah," he said softly, smiling at the groan of disappointment. "Fuck yourself on my fingers, go on. Let me see you do it. I’ll give you a reward if I like what I see."

Opening dazed eyes, Elijah licked the sweat from his top lip and pushed down onto Billy’s fingers, eyes fluttering closed again at the sensation. Reaching out to either side, he braced himself against the bed and began to grind his hips down as hard as he could, changing the way he moved in an attempt to heighten the sensation. He cried out loud as Billy’s fingers finally brushed against his prostate, and worked frantically to get the feeling back again.

Billy watched, open-mouthed. Elijah looked wanton and wild as he ground down, his tongue caught between his tongue and his face locked in an expression of total concentration. He was sweating, his hair all over the place, his chest and neck blotched with red. And he was the most stunning creature Billy had ever seen.

"I like what I see," he managed to mutter, albeit unsteadily. "I like it a lot."

"Then give me my fucking reward," panted Elijah. "Before I spontaneously thing … combust."

Shifting back and contorting himself slightly, Billy lowered his head and took Elijah’s cock into his mouth, keeping his head still and letting Elijah fuck his mouth at the same time as he fucked himself on Billy’s fingers. He felt one of Elijah’s hands settle on the back of his head, holding him in place, and at the same time realised that he could actually feel Elijah’s orgasm starting - running through his body until it was out of his control, and he swallowed greedily when the time came.

*

Having mopped up the blood as best he could with his shirt, Dom threw the offending garment into the back seat and climbed in behind the wheel, feeling ever so slightly silly to be sitting there naked from the waist up. It also became apparent that he was going to stick to the seats, which would serve him right, since Billy had said that leather seats were a bad move.

The last few miles were achieved without further incident - thankfully - and as Dom drew to a halt in front of the house, he could feel the tension begin to leave his body. Safe again. He had half expected the security gates to bite him with the way his day had gone, but all was well.

He climbed out of the car and went to the front door, opening it softly and standing quietly in the hall, the cool air welcome after the heat of outside.

Climbing the stairs, he stood in the half open door of the bedroom and looked.

Billy was lying on his back, body striped in the late afternoon sunlight coming in through the half-closed blinds. He had one leg straight, the other bent at an angle. One hand was above his head while the other one rested in soft dark hair, controlling the pace as Elijah sucked him. It was soft and kind, relaxed, even though the state of the sheets showed that not all of the afternoon had been spent so quietly.

Dom could see the dust motes dancing in the sunlight, see them catching in the hair on Billy’s body, and floating over Elijah’s smooth back. It was a glorious sight, and Dom smiled.

Billy opened his eyes and caught the smile, returning it and holding out a hand in invitation. Dom shook his head, but pushed himself into the room, going towards the bed. He set a gentle hand on Elijah’s back, just to say hello, and then retreated to the seat under the window where he could sit and watch.

Home at last.

The End

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