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Title: Earlier
Author: kiltsandlollies
Pairing: Billy/Dominic, natch.
Rating: R, I suppose.
Note: one of two ficlet things written in Kia’s notebook of porn power while we waited for the fireworks show at MGM Studios to begin. She’s transcribed my vile penmanship, but all typos and other issues are mine.


"You've got to be kidding me," Dominic says, rolling over onto his back only long enough to deliver the least amused expression imaginable to the man he usually calls both friend and lover. Today Dominic thinks the only thing he'd ever call Billy again is "early-rising geriatric bastard."

Dominic's petulance does nothing to change Billy's mood, which is one of perennial morning cheer. He wasn't always like this—Dominic remembers New Zealand, and how violently Billy had reacted to some of their early calls for Feet. But lots of things have changed since New Zealand, and because Billy's early rising often leads to Billy's early rising erection, Dominic really can only complain so much. Or at least Billy tells him.

Dominic thinks Billy tells him a lot of things, most of them good, some of them even better. A choice few things Billy tells him are best of all—things Billy says in the middle of the night, when he wakes up wanting—needing—Dominic so terribly that the words he speaks swiftly become whispers become moans become cries become shouts. The sound of Billy wanting him is what makes Dominic reconsider his (rather impressive) pout now and lower his hand to rake his fingers gently through Billy's sandy hair. Billy hums softly against the skin of Dominic's inner thigh, and Dominic feels his smile the same moment he sees it.

It's rare that Billy will wake Dominic this way, but they both agree it's much better than even the Kona coffee Dominic gets in Hawaii. Billy devours cup after cup of the stuff, hours after he's devoured Dominic very nearly whole. This time, it's slower and sweeter than usual, given Billy's jet lag and the roll and sway of an unfamiliar hotel bed. The arch of Dominic's hips toward Billy is almost balletic, and Billy reacts like the consummate blowjob artist he is, slipping one hand underneath Dominic's ass to cup it gently and squeeze before his fingers splay and the nails scrape just a touch too roughly over Dominic's skin. Dominic draws in breath between his teeth, and Billy smiles again, just before his fiendish tongue whips around Dominic's cock. Dominic's eyes fly open, and Billy's smile vanishes into a smooth line, his eyes going very soft. It's just a pause, because in another second Billy's furnace of a mouth is back at work, and Dominic's hand clenches in Billy's hair tightly.

It's messy and glorious and Dominic feels boneless and perhaps dead. Billy makes a show of licking two fingers, then rises up to Dominic's ear, already singing good morning.


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