Are you sure this is a good idea? (aka The Library Porn), Billy/Dom, hard R.

[lizhanne]

Title: Are you sure this is a good idea?
Author: anne_elliot
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: Hard R
Author's notes: 1238 words. Crack!fic I wrote in a moment of extreme boredom while I was working on my thesis in the University library. Only ever posted in my journal, since it features a special appearance by a certain pervy girl-student tapping away on a laptop in said library. *g*
Many thanks to [Bad username or unknown identity: My Sam] and canciona, for reading and editing it a bit. Any horrible mistakes here are only my fault!
Disclaimer: the only real thing in here is that I was in that library, and that I was incredibly bored.

As Dom entered the room, he noticed the book-covered walls, lighted by big windows and full of the comforting, slightly dusty smell of old paper.
“What the fuck are we doing in a university library in Milan, Bills?”
“Shut up and kiss me, Dom...we’re only here to entertain Anne while she procrastinates instead of studying”.
“Oh, well...that makes sense, then. I like it, here...full of books, and the smell is just so sexy...”

Billy proceeded then to successfully shut Dom up, covering the younger man’s mouth with his own.
Their tongues searched each other mouths frantically, while they pushed against one another; Billy pressed Dom against the nearest bookshelf, his hands already at work at Dom’s waist, trying to unbuckle his belt and undo his buttons.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” gasped Dom when Billy moved his mouth to explore his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a light mark on Dom’s exposed skin. .
“C’mon, do you really think anyone will see us? I told you, we’re just the pervy fantasy of a bored student!”
Billy’s hand slid up Dom’s chest, having finally gained access to his skin underneath the shirt he was wearing.
”Did you really have to wear a formal shirt with buttons, Dom? What’s wrong with plain old t-shirts? And the evening jacket is most inconvenient, I have to say..”
“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that I didn’t choose how to dress myself today, Billy, as you very well know....or why would you be wearing a kilt and an Aran sweater to visit a foreign university in the bloom of spring?”
“Mmmm. You’re probably right. Not that I care so much, anyway. Undo those buttons for me, please”.

Dom complied with great haste, as Billy busied himself with the shirt buttons; unfortunately, Dom’s attempts to help Billy on the quest to his pants (which he wasn’t wearing anyway) came (haha!) to a halt for a moment when Billy, having finally disposed of the nasty shirt buttons, attacked one of Dom’s nipples with his tongue, teasing the other with his hand.
Poor Dom gasped for air and tried to move his hand to grab Billy’s head; but with a malicious smirk, his cruel boyfriend blocked his movement: “Undo those darn buttons, Dommie...or I won’t be able to suck you until your knees go weak...”
Obviously, no further encouragement was needed, and the trouser buttons soon shared their shirt-brother’s fate, albeit with a little difficulty, as Dom kept whimpering and gasping while Billy continued in the downward exploration of his chest.
Every breath brought him the smell of books surrounding them; he had always loved that smell, but he had never, ever thought that it could be....sexy? Arousing?
Billy dropped on his knees, following with the tip of his nose the trail of hair that led to the opening in Dom’s trousers; he inhaled deeply, and looked up at Dom, softly murmuring “Dom...and books. They should sell this in bottles, like perfume”. The hardness in Dom’s groin, already at interesting levels, came to full attention at those words, and the owner of said hardness shifted uncomfortably, hoping for some relieving friction.
But Billy stopped him, putting his hands firmly on Dom’s hips and pushing him even harder against the bookshelf; Dom could feel the volumes digging in his back, different shapes that gave way slightly against his weight.
Taking the trousers between his teeth, right where the buttons had been opened, Billy dragged them down a bit, freeing Dom’s enthusiastic erection; he nuzzled it for a moment, inhaling the more musky nuance of Dom’s scent that hid there, and licked it tentatively, with little touches of his tongue along the shaft.

“Lower your trousers, Dom”, Billy whispered against Dom’s cock, just loud enough to be heard.
“Fuck, Billy, I barely know my name right now and you want me to work, too? Why can’t you do it and stop being cruel to me?”
“Because Anne likes it when I talk bossy to you, and because I enjoy torturing you while you try to do something.”
“Ok, I see your point, but still, this isn’t ri...”
Dom hastily lowered his trousers a bit, only to be stopped short in his complaining by Billy suddenly taking the head of his cock in his mouth, and sucking hard.
“OHGOD”, he moaned, trying to restrain the urge to thrash wildly into Billy’s mouth.
“Now, Dom, don’t exaggerate....I barely took it in my mouth, what would you do if I did, say, this..” and Billy moved his dirty little mouth to completely envelop Dom’s cock, sucking gently.
Dom didn’t answer, as air seemed to have suddenly abandoned his lungs, and clung to the books on his sides for support, grasping them blindly.
Unsatisfied with the lack of response from Dom’s part, Billy dutifully applied himself to sucking him with passion, moving one of his hands along the shaft in time with his head to stimulate Dom even more.
Since one of his hips was now free from Billy’s grip, Dom started to move back and forth a bit, following Billy’s rhythm on his cock; a low moan, almost a growl, escaped him, and Billy chuckled around his cock, setting an even faster pace.
His mouth worked relentlessly, sucking and licking, biting gently along the shaft while his free hand cupped Dom’s balls and caressed them gently; Dom moved his hands to Billy’s head, grasping it firmly and moving it up and down in time with his thrusts.
Avoiding gag reflex altogether (Billy thanked Anne gratefully in his mind, as that was a most unpleasant experience indeed), his throat relaxed around Dom’s cock, taking him deeper and deeper; his hands left the other man’s balls and hips, and cupped Dom’s ass, pulling him closer with each thrust.
The fast rhythm was rapidly bringing Dom to the edge. Billy could feel the growing tension in Dom’s muscles and stiffness of his cock; his own hands squeezed Dom’s buttocks even harder, and then spread them wide, one finger tentatively caressing the tender spot in the middle.
The sudden jolt of Dom’s hips encouraged him to try again, and he massaged the area with gentle pressure, sliding one fingertip lightly inside.
“More” moaned Dom, his hips now thrashing wildly, his climax close at hand.
Billy looked up at him dubiously – they didn’t have any lubricant, after all, and he didn’t want to risk hurting him, but Dom just rolled his eyes, moaned again and whimpered a desperate plea: “Fuck, I don’t care! More! Please!”
Somehow managing not to lose the rhythm with his mouth, Billy slid the finger deeper inside, slowly moving it in time with each thrust of Dom’s hips. He felt Dom clenching tightly around him, and the cock in his mouth grew (he was surprised that it was even possible) harder yet; he consciously relaxed his throat, pulling Dom deeper inside him, pushing deeper inside Dom with his finger, urging him to come come come with every growl that escaped his throat to vibrate on his lover’s cock, and finally Dom was there, his finger tangled in Billy’s hair and books giving way behind him as he shook wildly.

“Wow”, Dom said a moment later, as he regained his breath, “We were lucky that no one found us.”

“Dom, don’t be absurd...can’t you see that this place is completely deserted, apart from that girl tapping away on her laptop?”

“She looks strangely familiar, doesn’t she?”

“Indeed she does, Dom”

“Mmm.”

“Do we care?”

“Well, not really. What should we do now?”

“I don’t kno.....wait, where did this bottle of lube come from? Since when there is lube in a university library?”