Smoke, Billy/Dom, NC17.

[lizhanne]

Title: Smoke
Author: anne_elliot
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Very true to the meaning of the acronym PWP: Plot?What Plot? This was only a shameless excuse for me to drool on how hot Dom is with a cigarette, and to write some smut. But if you want a summary, here it is: Dom is hot. Dom smoking is even hotter. Billy likes him. Smut ensues. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, lies!
Warnings: Light substance abuse, and a lot of cigarettes around. I'd like to point out that I know how dangerous and bad smoking is for one's healt, and I quit smoking myself. (Almost for good). Still, the image of Dom with a cigarette was too hot for my poor brain to handle, and I couldn't resist; I have been instigated in this by fainpathe too, whom I kept waiting for this fic for a shamefully long time, and to whom I owe some apologies for taking so long to write it.
Also, some exhibitionism and rimming appear.
Author's notes: 4623 words. This was betaed by my one and only sam, who owns my heart and always will. This is for her, and as I said, for fainpathe too.


“I thought you didn’t smoke, Dom”.

“Mph – didn’t want to join the weed-fest down there” – Dom pointed to the couch on the other side of the room, where Viggo, Elijah and Orlando were clearly in the middle of a chemically-induced fit of laughter – “So I stole Elwood’s cigarettes, sat down here and tried to smoke myself to death. But I knew you’d rescue me”, he concluded with a dramatic sigh, while he batted his eyelashes through whirls of smoke, waving his cigarette languidly.

“I think some of the weed smoke must have entered your brain anyway, Dom...”, Billy laughed, a bit uneasily.

Narrowly dodging the blow directed to his stomach, Billy sat down beside a now pouting Dom, smoothly stealing the cigarette from his hand.
Glancing at him sideways through the soft mist of smoke, Billy lifted the cigarette to his lips, firmly denying to himself that the thought of it being slightly moist from Dom’s lips made it any more enticing.
Still, he couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine as he inhaled, his thoughts now shamelessly fixed on Dom’s mouth, and on how damn sexy it had looked when he had seen him on entering the room, sucking on that cigarette.

- Wrong, really really wrong train of thought, Boyd...you don’t even smoke, for fuck’s sake! –

“Sorry, mate, but you had it coming. Peace?” He offered, handing the cigarette back to Dom.

“Peace, then.”

Dom accepted the cigarette back, and Billy tried hard not to stare as he put it to his mouth again, smiling at him. There was something deliciously wrong in the warmth that those thoughts stirred in him.

“Billy straddled Dom, throwing his head down by his hair, and licking the exposed tendons on his neck, up to that little tricky point just below Dom’s ear that he was sure was going to make him gasp. He swirled his tongue on that spot again, blowing hot breath on his ear, while he still kept Dom’s head thrown back, and whispered”

“Billy, mate, you alright?”

“Mmmmwhat?”

“You just looked as if you has joined the junkies down there for a minute.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m a bit tired, I guess.”

“You sure you don’t want to go somewhere else? We could have a go at the pub, chat up a couple of girls.”

“No, thanks...watching Elijah trying to snog Orlando’s ear is way too funny to be missed.”

And he wasn’t lying – the sight even distracted him for a moment from those unwelcome thoughts about Dom that were troubling his mind that night.
Until he looked at Dom again, that is.
Because Dom, bless him, was lighting another cigarette, his lips sucking on it, his head tilted to the left uncovering that exact spot just below Dom’s ear that he had been so busy with just a few moments ago.

“I want you to fuck me, Dommie. Want you to pin me to the bed and want to feel you inside me...”
Billy moved against Dom’s crotch, feeling him harden and arch up towards him, while his hands sneaked inside Billy’s shirt and up his back, his nails scratching and sliding on Billy’s sweaty skin. He lowered his mouth to Dom’s again and...”

“Billy? Bills? Come on, mate, you’re acting really queer tonight...are you sure you’re alright?”

Dom’s voice was concerned, but when Billy refocused his blurred vision on the other man’s face, he saw something else: that rare grin that would sometimes appear there, usually when they were joking about their attraction for each other.

Jokes, that never led to anything more (not that he had often dwelt on that for real, Billy thought, or that he rather hoped for the tension to break someday, and for something – what, really? – to happen...), and Billy knew it very well...because every time he thought Dom really meant something with all that playful teasing, he then backed away behind the “best friend” veil, leaving Billy to feel frustrated and stupid.

Besides, Dom seemed to like to get touchy-feely with almost anyone...except for him.

Sometimes Billy laughed about it, and called Dom a manwhore; sometimes it would just hurt, and he wondered if he repelled Dom so much that he wouldn’t even jokingly share a kiss with him, like he did with Orlando, or Viggo.

Talking about Viggo, he choose that exact moment to rise from the couch (where Elijah was still busy with the elaborate seduction of Orlando’s ear), and declare, with a solemnity in his voice that pretty much clashed with his far-away eyes and the joint in his hand: “You know what I think about that”, before sliding back on the couch.

Disconcerted, Billy looked up at Dom, who was openly glaring at Viggo, now seemingly oblivious to everything that wasn’t the hair falling on his eyes.

“What’s he talking about?”
“Nothing, nothing...he’s just completely gone, can’t you see? Talking rubbish.”
But all the while, his fingers played nervously with the cigarette in his hands, and Billy felt a sudden urge to reach out and take it from him (that he did) and let it drop to the ground (and there he stopped), then pick up his hand and smell the nicotine on his fingers, leaving a small lick on each of them.

Dom seemed to notice something again, and smiled at him, snatching his cigarette back.
“You’re making moony eyes at me again.”
“No, I’m not!”
“Yes, you are! Oh, Bills, you should have told me, I would have let you have your way with me anytime!”
Billy wished he could take that smirk away from Dom’s face, but the temptation to answer and fall back in their old game was too hard, and besides...he didn’t know if it was the haze of smoke around him, or just the obscene way in which he kept sucking on that cigarette, taking each drag as if he was going down on, but he was starting to feel uncomfortably hot, and not a bit anxious.
So he smiled back, and decided to play it straight: “Watch it, or I might take you seriously...and then you’d be scared as hell, I swear.” He smiled, and casually touched Dom’s forearm, drawing little circles with his fingertips. He held his breath, hoping that Dom wouldn’t move; he felt like he was stepping in a mine field, whishing that the safe ground before him wouldn’t in a moment explode and send him in a thousand little flying pieces.
He felt Dom tense for a second, and then relax. A small victory, he thought, savouring the sweet, exciting feeling that touching Dom gave him, determined to enjoy as much of that contact as he could. He felt Dom’s skin with all his palm, caressing his arm up and down, and looking away, as if enjoying the sight of Elijah (when exactly had he won the battle with Orlando’s ear and had moved down to his neck?) trying to catch the joint Viggo was holding out for him and not to lose contact with Orlando’s skin at the same time.

“If he doesn’t watch it, he’ll burn Orli’s neck...and then the make-up girls will want his fresh blood for breakfast tomorrow.” Billy joked, patting Dom’s arm.
But Dom wasn’t listening: he was looking at him, the smile still on his face, and Billy felt his heart skip a beat (and his groin tingle interestedly) when he saw the smoky expression of Dom’s eyes.

“What was Viggo talking about, Dom?” Billy asked again, a slow, not-so-amused smile spreading on his lips. He could smell Dom quite distinctly now, smoke and a hint of sweat and the lingering phantom of his spicy aftershave. He inhaled deeply, hoping that Dom wouldn’t notice it.
Dom seemed to notice. He went down on his cigarette once more, careful not to exhale directly on Billy’s face, and smiled his lazy, feline smile again.
“Nothing, I told you”, and he moved closer to Billy, his warm weight cradling close beside him and sneaking under his arm.
“Wrong. Perfectly, deliciously wrong” Billy thought, scooting Dom closer to him and lifting his right hand to Dom’s rumpled hair.
Billy didn’t quite understand what was going on, and he didn’t really care. He just hoped they wouldn’t ruin anything.
He smiled, relaxed, and took the cigarette from Dom again. Then, as a second thought, he lifted Dom’s hand and licked his forefinger and middle finger, just a quick touch, smelling the nicotine on them with a wicked smile.

Dom turned his hand, and caught Billy’s with his own, his thumb lightly tracing circles on Billy’s palm. Billy sunk back on the couch, and Dom snuggled again under his left arm, his head cradled in the crook of Billy’s neck.
Billy took a couple of drags from the cigarette, trying to calm down the beating of his heart and to subside the tightness in his trousers, his mind at work to convince him that this time wasn’t different from the others, really, and that he shouldn’t dream of what might come next, because nothing would happen and...
Dom was kissing his neck. Now, that was interesting. Just a light touch at first, nothing more than the mere friction of Dom’s lips against his skin. Then he tried again, another two or three light touches, each one with more pressure, that had elicited a definite shiver from Billy, whose trousers problem was now getting more and more difficult to control; and from the smile that he felt on his neck, Billy thought that Dom must have noticed his reaction, too.
Dom’s lips became more and more daring, and he even added a hint of tongue somewhere along the road; Billy growled low in his throat, trying not to be heard from the others (not that there really was a chance, judging from the mindless giggles coming from the other couch). Dom lifted his head a bit at the sound, and with a low, breathy voice said “Do it again”.
“What?”
“That sound you made a moment ago.”
“I don’t...”
Dom didn’t give him the time to reply, and started kissing his neck again, with more hunger now; he travelled up to Billy’s jaw, and left a trail of small kisses all the way to his mouth, stopping just an inch from his lips.
Billy looked at him, feeling breathless, flushed, confused and incredibly aroused; he was ready to throw himself at Dom and shag him right there on the couch in front of the others, but he just couldn’t understand something...maybe the fact that his blood had almost completely deserted his brain area had something to do with it, but still, he couldn’t help asking: “Why now?”
Dom looked up at him from below his lashes, smiled a predatory smile and answered “Why not?”, before licking a spot below Billy’s ear, the same one Billy had fantasized about on Dom not so long ago.
“What the hell”, Billy thought, and grabbing Dom’s head, he turned it to himself, kissing him at last. Lips met lips clumsily, teeth clashed, but their tongues, not caring in the least, found their way into each other’s mouth, exploring with a craving that seemed to be born from a century’s worth of waiting.

The touch of Dom’s lips was intoxicating and, for Billy, even better than he had ever thought it could be. Everything was so strange, and so new, and like a happy kid on Christmas morning, Billy couldn’t wait to unwrap and discover the wonderful gift that had been given to him, propelled by a warm, happy, hungry feeling that sprang somewhere at stomach level and burned all the way down, straight to his cock.
Completely oblivious – or simply not caring anymore – of the others on the opposite couch – “maybe the weed fumes have really got to my head now” – Billy slowly manoeuvred Dom to lie down on the couch, reaching for the smoky wetness of his mouth again and again.
When their bodies finally aligned, cocks grinding on their respective hips, they both stopped for a moment, shaking from the intensity of the contact, getting used to the shape of the other’s body and slowly learning it.
Billy closed his eyes, and soaked with Dom’s warmth, his mind bewildered by the contact and the heath and the mixture of smoke, sweat and aftershave that was Dom’s warm smell, but feverishly at work to learn all the lines of his body by heart.
Dom didn’t give him enough time for that: after a few seconds, he grabbed Billy’s head with his right hand, and lowered it to his mouth, attacking it greedily again.
Billy was more than happy to be distracted by that, and his hands started to slowly pull up the hem of Dom’s shirt, trying to sneak inside, to better feel the solid warmth of his body.
Never leaving Dom’s mouth, his left hand finally won the fight with the shirt, and slowly started to explore Dom’s chest, delighting in tracing the contour of his muscles, and paying particular and careful attention to his nipples, after the first gasp (their breaths tasted the same, cigarette and wine) proved to him that Dom liked it indeed.
Their cocks had started a slow grinding movement, and Billy couldn’t quite decide if it was the feeling of Dom’s cock on his hip, or of his own cock on Dom’s, or just the fact that he finally had him there, below him, flushed and exploring his body like a multi-tentacled octopus that was more wonderful and made him almost furious with lust.

Soon the hands of them both were everywhere, tongues inextricably woven together, and somewhere along the road Dom’s shirt had disappeared, to give Billy easier access to his nipples, collarbone and neck. After a long and thorough tongue exploration of Dom’s neck (just as he had dreamed to, not too long ago), Billy drew back from Dom with his upper body, propping himself on his arms. Smiling down at him, he started a slow, hard, deliberate motion of his cock against Dom’s, briefly closing his eyes every time the contact was harder. Dom’s hips started to answer him, arching up to meet him with more force at each thrust, while he closed his eyes and moaned with a low growl, his hands gripping Billy’s forearms.
A slow, dangerous smile dawned on Billy’s lips, and he thrust even harder, starting to think that maybe coming in your pants isn’t something reserved to teenagers, after all...he started to move down to Dom’s neck again, wanting to lick that delicious droplet of sweat that was travelling towards his collarbone, his left hand exploring the borders of the wonderful, strange land that was behind the waist of Dom’s trousers, when he was suddenly struck by...a strange silence.

He stopped, and looked at his right, his sight taking a moment to focus: on the other couch, the three junkies had stopped smoking, stopped laughing and talking, and (it seemed) stopped breathing, too.
A lit joint dangled dangerously close to the couch fabric from Viggo’s right hand; Lij had frozen midway into attacking Orlando’s neck again, and Orli...well, Orli had a stupid, slightly incredulous smile stuck on his face.

Much as he wanted to laugh at them, Billy remembered that they must make a pretty strange sight, making out on Dom’s couch like hormones-driven fifteen-year-old boys. He looked at Dom with a puzzled look, than at Viggo, than back at Dom, who just laughed, kissed him one more time and motioned to him to sit up. Jumping up from the couch, he grabbed Billy from the waist and planted a wet kiss on his neck, while grinning wickedly at the three frozen figures on the couch: “Please, we don’t want to spoil your evening. Go on, and make yourselves at home for the night, if you want...you know where everything is. Just don’t burn down anything, will you? Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to shag. Goodnight.”

Billy was barely able to wait until they were in the corridor outside the living room before he burst out laughing, holding onto Dom not to fall over. Dom joined him, and they both laughed to tears, leaning on the wall.
Slowly, they regained a bit of composure and of breath, occasional giggles still escaping their mouths; Billy tried to calm down his breath, but he was suddenly attacked by Dom’s mouth on his neck, his tongue drawing circles all the way down to his collarbone.
Forgetting what it even meant to breathe deeply, Billy grabbed Dom’s head and kissed him again, pushing him with all his weight to the wall. He thrust his tongue into Dom’s mouth, pulling his lips roughly apart, greedily sucking on them; Dom arched and pushed against him, his cock straining under his jeans and aching for friction against Billy’s crotch.
“We’d better try and get to the bedroom first”, Billy whispered on Dom’s mouth, while the other man’s hands slid down Billy’s back and under his trousers and boxers, cupping his ass from the inside.
“Mmm...you might be right...but I don’t really want to move...” Dom moaned, while Billy sucked that now familiar spot under his left ear, hard enough to leave a little sign.
“Come on, you can’t fuck me here against the wall...it’s pretty uncomfortable...”
“Yeah, but it’s damn hot too...wait, did you say “fuck me”?”
“Aye, I did...” answered Billy, looking at Dom with a wicked light in his eyes, and licked his lips slowly.
Dom’s only answer was a low, long growl, as he grabbed Billy by the waist once more and started dragging him towards the bedroom, never losing body contact with him along the way. He turned Billy so that his back was against his belly, and pushed his crotch against Billy’s bottom while they walked, whispering “Is this what you want then? Me inside you? Me fucking you through the mattress? To feel me coming inside you while you come in my hand, clenching and shaking around my cock?”.
Billy could smell the smoke in the breath that carried all those lovely obscenities to his ear, and shivered, arching his back against Dom’s crotch, pushing hard to feel him. His hands travelled backwards to Dom’s bottom, and he grabbed it, pulling it closer to him.
As a response, Dom opened the buttons of his jeans, and his long, slender fingers slid inside Billy’s boxers, grabbing his cock and stroking it roughly a couple of times.
Billy stopped, whispering with a broken voice “All right then, I don’t care, shag me right up against that wall, just do it now...”.
He felt Dom’s evil chuckle in his ear, and his only answer was “No, I thought you asked for the bedroom...and to the bedroom we’re going...” with a long, luscious lick to Billy’s right ear.

They all but crawled the last steps towards the bedroom, their brains too busy governing their searching hands to coordinate their feet, too; finally, Billy opened the door with a bang, and they rushed inside, Dom letting Billy go only to turn him and kiss him deeply again.
Billy went for the buttons of Dom’s jeans, deftly opening them and finally gaining access to his cock, which he squeezed and stroked, eliciting a hungry moan from him.
With a nervous gesture, Dom quickly lowered his jeans and, now completely naked, he pushed Billy backwards to topple him on the bed.

“You still have way too many clothes on”, Dom whispered while sliding down to catch the hem of Billy’s shirt with his teeth. He then slowly started to lift it up his chest, keeping his gaze locked into Billy’s eyes, who thought Dom closely resembled a very dangerous and absurdly beautiful feline right at that moment.
When Dom reached his chin with the shirt, Billy arched his back to help him take away the shirt completely, and soon Dom was covering his chest with kisses and small bites, his long fingers lingering lightly on Billy’s nipples.

“Your skin against mine, at last...” Billy groaned, pulling Dom back up to his mouth to kiss him, and caressing Dom’s back with his hands, enjoying every little shiver that the feeling of Dom’s skin on his started.
Dom rubbed himself against him, hard, deliberately pushing his erection against the fabric of Billy’s jeans, but avoiding the contact with Billy’s cock, partially freed by the brief encounter with Dom’s hands in the corridor.
He slowly started to move down Billy’s chest again, his hands caressing his sides, his lips and tongue drawing on it like an abstract painter, random circles and ellipses on his nipples, long wide strokes on his stomach, the light red scratch of fingernails as a final touch.
Billy moaned and shivered, his hands grabbing Dom’s head, fingers tangled in his hair; the painter continued his work, creating a new masterpiece on Billy’s stomach, then lower on his abdomen, then finally following the little trail down to Billy’s cock. It was still inside Billy’s boxers, and only the head, red and swollen, could be seen; Dom licked it gently, then gave it a little, careful bite, before sucking it inside for a moment.
Eager hands grabbed the hem of Billy’s trousers, and Dom tugged them off him, taking the boxers, too, on the way. He worked his way up Billy’s legs with slow kisses, and after a couple of quick, tentative licks on its sides, he slid his cock inside his mouth.

Billy moaned, and couldn’t help but thrust inside Dom’s mouth, his hands clutching helplessly on the bed sheets; he felt the warmth and wetness of Dom’s mouth on himself, Dom’s hands cupping his buttocks and gently opening them, his fingers hungry but delicate in asking permission to dare more.
Without thinking, he opened his legs a bit more, flexing them a bit, to give Dom more freedom to touch him, and a dizzying wave of warmth assailed him when he felt Dom’s fingers on him, gently pressing but clearly not wanting to risk hurting him.
Without stopping the suction on Billy’s cock, Dom slid a finger inside his mouth to wet it, and pushed against Billy’s entrance again, sliding in just a bit, playing more than anything.
But for Billy, the feeling of Dom’s mouth licking and sucking him, the sight of those obscenely wonderful lips stretched around his cock, and the strength of Dom’s hand stroking it in time with his mouth were already almost too much; he could feel the heath gathering and the dizzying pulse at the base of his spine, and he wanted Dom. Inside him. At that exact moment.

With a huge effort of will, he stopped Dom, and looked into his eyes.

He didn’t need to speak; the lust and want were clearly written in them, and Dom only nodded, and crawled on top of Billy again, just leaving his finger inside him, to kiss him, his tongue fucking Billy’s mouth in time with it.

“More. I want more. I want you. Inside me.”
Dom chuckled softly, and after a final stroke of his finger he slid it out of Billy.
“Just give me a second”, he growled, and rolled over to the bedside table, producing a small bottle of lube.
“Turn on your belly. I want you face down on the mattress”.
His words provoked a decidedly interested reaction in Billy’s cock, and he didn’t argue...he turned, and waited for Dom to come to him.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then he felt something warm and wet on the base of his spine, slowly wandering down to a more sensitive point...something that was altogether too soft for it to be Dom’s finger.
The mattress muffled his groan as Dom’s tongue slowly probed and teased him, gently exploring him. It was only a moment, and he could feel it being replaced by Dom’s lubed fingers; he couldn’t help but miss that warmth, but it was only a fling of regret, soon overwhelmed by the want that the not-so-gentle-anymore motion of Dom’s fingers inside him stirred. A third finger soon joined the first two, and he tried to breathe deeply, and to relax, but his body wasn’t answering him anymore, and he started trashing helplessly on the mattress, with little moans of pleasure and frustration.

Dom licked his back, one single smooth stroke of tongue on salty skin that brought him next to Billy’s left ear: “You do want it right now, don’t you? You want me inside yourself, hard and fast...you want me to ride you, to fuck you until you cry...yeah...tell me you want it...”.
“I...I...I want you...now...nowpleasefuckmedomplease...”.

Dom licked Billy’s neck again, and bit his shoulder in a possessive way before leaving him for a moment. But Billy didn’t have the time to protest, before he felt the slick tip of Dom’s cock pressing against him. He braced himself for the pain that he knew he was going to feel, and he had to consciously relax himself when he felt Dom entering him.
The pain wasn’t unbearable, and soon it mingled with the tighthotandohsogood sensation of Dom sliding inside him, slowly, waiting for him to ask for more with the begging of his hips; but soon Billy got restless, his own cock, pressed down against the mattress by his body, throbbing and aching for release. He started to thrash against the sheets, trying to get some relief from the friction, and his movements combined with Dom’s, so that he unexpectedly thrust into Billy harder than he had attempted before, drawing a loud moan from both of them.
Dom seemed to lose control, and pounded hard into him once more, satisfied that Billy didn’t seem to mind the pain, and was in fact asking for more, his back arching to meet his hips and give him more freedom to move.

Billy’s belly was lifted by a strong hand, and five slender fingers moved to take possession of his cock, stroking it hard and fast; his moans mingled into one continuous stream of sounds, some of them pleading and some of them demanding for more, and “harder, faster, deeper, now, please, Dom...”.
Dom grabbed him by his shoulders with both hands, and kept on thrusting into him hard, even harder, pounding Billy’s body again and again into the mattress, meaningless words escaping his lips, his brain oblivious of anything that wasn’t “Billy” and “at last” and “minemineminemine and he’s screaming for me...”

Then Billy was coming, hot and shaking and feverish in Dom’s hand, and the feeling of his hectic, frantic movements undid Dom, who felt a huge wave of heat press upon him, and his insides liquefied with his last hard thrusts inside Billy, leaving him empty and breathless, not knowing where Billy’s body ended and where his own began, and not caring at all to find out.

Dom lay on Billy’s back, their chests moving in unison with each breath.

He nuzzled Billy’s neck, and Billy could feel him smiling against his skin.
“Much as I love you as my personal duvet, maybe you should roll over, and let me breathe.”
Dom chuckled softly, and moved off Billy, sliding at his side. Billy turned, finding himself firmly encircled in Dom’s arms, and smiled, looking at him with shiny eyes.

“Hey”.
“Hey”, Dom answered, nuzzling his nose.
“So sleepy right now”.
“Mmmm”.
“Besides, I don’t think my legs would hold me, if I tried to walk”.
“You don’t have to. In fact, you don’t have to go anywhere further than this bed”.
“Mmmm.”

“Dom?”
“Yes?”
“Fancy a cigarette?”

A smile moved against Billy’s hair, as clear as if he could see it.

“Billy, you know I don’t smoke...it’s bad for your health.”

Comments

[mirith.livejournal.com]

Come on, mate, you’re acting really queer tonight... *does a spit-take, only without the spit*

This is smart, sexy, and seductive. There are so many things I love about this ... Billy's interior play-by-play, the "elaborate seduction of Orlando's ear," Dom licking Billy in the same spot Billy was thinking of courting on Dom, Dom's filthy mouth, and of course, the hot sex. Also, "Now, if you'll excuse us, we're going to shag." Emily Post would approve.

I'll be damned: we both see Billy as Dom's personal duvet. I knew I liked you. Thanks for posting this.

[anne-elliot.livejournal.com]

I seriously squeed out loud when I saw this. *beams*
Wow, thank you! You know, I really, really like you, too. :)
This comment made me start my day with a big smile on my face, especially since it's coming from you. I'm really glad that you liked it!