Until I Wake Up - Billy/Dom, light R
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lizhanneTitle: Until I Wake Up
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
anne_elliot
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R, I guess...
Warning: This is not what it seems...because I'm evil! Also, this was my first posted fic, and a blatant songifc to boot! :)
Disclaimer: I don't mean any disrespect with this. I love the boys too much. Besides, I'm an incredible liar.
Author's notes: 876 words. This is not the first fic I wrote, but it's the first one I felt bold enough to share with someone else apart from my wonderful beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_devils_weed. English isn't my first language, but I try to do my best. The fic was inspired by the Dishwalla song of the same title, and I have slightly edited it to remove the song lyrics included in the first version that was posted on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
monaboyd.
Until I Wake Up
“Oh God, yes”.
Billy throws his head back on the pillow, breathing shakily. The only clear sensation at the moment is the heath of the body on top of his own, moving upon him, moving inside him; hands exploring every inch of him, holding to his hips for balance, as the thrusting becomes deeper, and more frantic.
His eyes are closed; the sensation feels a bit like riding a wave, or better, to let himself be taken by the rhythm of it, to just let go, and follow it to whatever end, wave after wave after wave, until...
...it stops.
He makes a little disappointed sound, his head still trashing the pillow – “Don’t stop now...don’t you dare stop now...”
“Open your eyes, Billy...look at me”
The voice caresses his ears, low and thick with desire; he smiles, and opens his eyes.
He looks up, and thinks he was right, after all...he must be out at sea, just letting himself be carried by waves, because right there, just above him, there’s the sky.
In the shape of two little orbits, looking at him with love and not a little darkened by lust, but the sky still.
He wonders briefly how anyone could ever call them grey.
They’re blue, always blue, especially when he’s happy.
That thought triggers something on his mind, something he knows he should think about, something he should know about this...
But the sky is just so beautiful when it’s so clear, isn’t it?
You just have to lose yourself in it...
So he does, and every coherent thought is swept away (see? waves! Billy giggles to himself) as the motion returns, with slow, deep strokes that make his whole body shudder.
“What...ah...what’s so....funny?”
“Mmmmh?”
“You were....oh...giggling”
“Nothing...nothing...it’s just...” – he giggles again, then gasps as another stroke drives deep inside him – “...this...so good...my mind is not working...uh...properly...don’t want it to...just keep...please...keep going like this...I like it when my mind’s not working...”
He keeps his gaze locked into the sky above him, even if it becomes increasingly more difficult, when the rhythm not only continues to keep going, but becomes more rapid, frantic almost, and Billy begs and pleads and wants more more more...
He keeps his gaze locked into the sky when he feels his stomach clench in something, that reminds him of the sensation you feel just before the rollercoaster starts his mad descent from the highest top, or the briefest moment of dread and panic as you just know that the car’s not going to stop soon enough to avoid crashing into the one in front of you...
And it’s good that the sky is there to embrace him, because why should he feel like that when everything around him now is warmness and lovely firmness and soaring pleasure?
He keeps his gaze locked into the sky, because he just couldn’t look away, even if he tried...and anyway, he doesn’t want to...he wants to lose himself in it, just to keep feeling safe and blissfully incoherent.
He keeps his gaze locked into the sky, even when he feels his head burrowing deep into the pillows, deeper with each thrust, and breaths become ragged and the sky darkens and he fears it’s going to rain, only it’s not, but maybe it’s night, because those are surely stars he sees and yes yes yes...oh God, yes...
“Not now, please...let me sleep just a bit more...don’t want to wake up...bloody ugly world waiting for us out there...”
Smiling at the little sleepy giggle that his words cause, Billy caresses away the hand that was gently trying to wake him up, and nests deeper in the warmth of the body beside him.
“Dom...always so warm” he thinks, smiling a little while drifting back to sleep, “so warm...and still...only still when he sleeps...sleep’s good...sleep some more...”
He actually thinks they might just stay like this forever, limbs entwined and sharing their warmth, feeling so safe...just so quiet...so still...so peaceful...
Billy drifts to sleep again, with a content sigh.
“Billy? Billy? Come on, wake up, you lazy mouse, it’s late now...”
“Mmm? What’s the time?”
“Almost 12 now...Dom’s plane lands in an hour, you’d better get up if you want to pick him up at the airport”
“Mmm...Dom...Dom? What the...” the thought flares up in Billy’s mind, clear and vivid.
Vivid as the light that’s now flooding the room and hurting his eyes, now perfectly awake.
“You were so cute this morning, cuddling me to sleep like that, but we really have to get up now...”
Vivid, white light...the sky, outside the window, is not blue; it’s white, completely covered by white clouds, that painfully reflect the light into the room, with none of the golden warmth of the sun.
Beside the bed, a neat little shape is crouching next to him, perfectly contoured against the white backdrop of the wall behind her.
Billy shakes away the last of sleepiness from his mind, trying to forget the reason why he didn’t want to get up, this morning.
He pushes it back in a little corner of his mind, folding unwanted thoughts away like a little neat housemaid would do with bed sheets in a closet.
He smiles, the light still hurting his eyes.
“Good morning, love”.
Author:
anne_elliotPairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R, I guess...
Warning: This is not what it seems...because I'm evil! Also, this was my first posted fic, and a blatant songifc to boot! :)
Disclaimer: I don't mean any disrespect with this. I love the boys too much. Besides, I'm an incredible liar.
Author's notes: 876 words. This is not the first fic I wrote, but it's the first one I felt bold enough to share with someone else apart from my wonderful beta
the_devils_weed. English isn't my first language, but I try to do my best. The fic was inspired by the Dishwalla song of the same title, and I have slightly edited it to remove the song lyrics included in the first version that was posted on monaboyd.Until I Wake Up
“Oh God, yes”.
Billy throws his head back on the pillow, breathing shakily. The only clear sensation at the moment is the heath of the body on top of his own, moving upon him, moving inside him; hands exploring every inch of him, holding to his hips for balance, as the thrusting becomes deeper, and more frantic.
His eyes are closed; the sensation feels a bit like riding a wave, or better, to let himself be taken by the rhythm of it, to just let go, and follow it to whatever end, wave after wave after wave, until...
...it stops.
He makes a little disappointed sound, his head still trashing the pillow – “Don’t stop now...don’t you dare stop now...”
“Open your eyes, Billy...look at me”
The voice caresses his ears, low and thick with desire; he smiles, and opens his eyes.
He looks up, and thinks he was right, after all...he must be out at sea, just letting himself be carried by waves, because right there, just above him, there’s the sky.
In the shape of two little orbits, looking at him with love and not a little darkened by lust, but the sky still.
He wonders briefly how anyone could ever call them grey.
They’re blue, always blue, especially when he’s happy.
That thought triggers something on his mind, something he knows he should think about, something he should know about this...
But the sky is just so beautiful when it’s so clear, isn’t it?
You just have to lose yourself in it...
So he does, and every coherent thought is swept away (see? waves! Billy giggles to himself) as the motion returns, with slow, deep strokes that make his whole body shudder.
“What...ah...what’s so....funny?”
“Mmmmh?”
“You were....oh...giggling”
“Nothing...nothing...it’s just...” – he giggles again, then gasps as another stroke drives deep inside him – “...this...so good...my mind is not working...uh...properly...don’t want it to...just keep...please...keep going like this...I like it when my mind’s not working...”
He keeps his gaze locked into the sky above him, even if it becomes increasingly more difficult, when the rhythm not only continues to keep going, but becomes more rapid, frantic almost, and Billy begs and pleads and wants more more more...
He keeps his gaze locked into the sky when he feels his stomach clench in something, that reminds him of the sensation you feel just before the rollercoaster starts his mad descent from the highest top, or the briefest moment of dread and panic as you just know that the car’s not going to stop soon enough to avoid crashing into the one in front of you...
And it’s good that the sky is there to embrace him, because why should he feel like that when everything around him now is warmness and lovely firmness and soaring pleasure?
He keeps his gaze locked into the sky, because he just couldn’t look away, even if he tried...and anyway, he doesn’t want to...he wants to lose himself in it, just to keep feeling safe and blissfully incoherent.
He keeps his gaze locked into the sky, even when he feels his head burrowing deep into the pillows, deeper with each thrust, and breaths become ragged and the sky darkens and he fears it’s going to rain, only it’s not, but maybe it’s night, because those are surely stars he sees and yes yes yes...oh God, yes...
~~~
“Not now, please...let me sleep just a bit more...don’t want to wake up...bloody ugly world waiting for us out there...”
Smiling at the little sleepy giggle that his words cause, Billy caresses away the hand that was gently trying to wake him up, and nests deeper in the warmth of the body beside him.
“Dom...always so warm” he thinks, smiling a little while drifting back to sleep, “so warm...and still...only still when he sleeps...sleep’s good...sleep some more...”
He actually thinks they might just stay like this forever, limbs entwined and sharing their warmth, feeling so safe...just so quiet...so still...so peaceful...
Billy drifts to sleep again, with a content sigh.
~~~
“Billy? Billy? Come on, wake up, you lazy mouse, it’s late now...”
“Mmm? What’s the time?”
“Almost 12 now...Dom’s plane lands in an hour, you’d better get up if you want to pick him up at the airport”
“Mmm...Dom...Dom? What the...” the thought flares up in Billy’s mind, clear and vivid.
Vivid as the light that’s now flooding the room and hurting his eyes, now perfectly awake.
“You were so cute this morning, cuddling me to sleep like that, but we really have to get up now...”
Vivid, white light...the sky, outside the window, is not blue; it’s white, completely covered by white clouds, that painfully reflect the light into the room, with none of the golden warmth of the sun.
Beside the bed, a neat little shape is crouching next to him, perfectly contoured against the white backdrop of the wall behind her.
Billy shakes away the last of sleepiness from his mind, trying to forget the reason why he didn’t want to get up, this morning.
He pushes it back in a little corner of his mind, folding unwanted thoughts away like a little neat housemaid would do with bed sheets in a closet.
He smiles, the light still hurting his eyes.
“Good morning, love”.