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Title: Just Drive
Author: kiltsandlollies
Pairing: BB/DM (go on, recover from the shock. I'll wait.)
Rating: NC–17
Summary: Erm. Car and driver? pRon? Irritable Billy/Dom?

Dominic's not really holding a grudge.

And he's not sitting here sending telepathic waves of I told you so to Billy, either. No, he's being good, slouching in the passenger seat of Billy's black BMW and basking in the warm glow of Billy's furious silence.

It's been a good ten minutes since Billy signed off on the speeding ticket, a perfect, plastic smile on his face as he thanked the officer for docking the ticket fifty dollars after he heard Billy's accent. And it's been fifteen minutes since Dominic noticed the red and blue lights behind them and tried to explain to Billy that he should maybe release just a little bit of that pressure on the gas pedal.

It's been a shit day from the moment of first waking, actually. Dominic rolled over in bed and discovered to his horror that they were nearly an hour late for an appointment with a potential backer for the sodding script, and he spent the next several minutes screaming at Billy, wondering why Mr. I'm A Morning Person hadn't seen fit to set his fucking alarm clock on this day of all fucking days.

And of course, Billy being Billy, there had been no response other than muffled grunts that disappeared back into Billy's pillow.

When they finally tumbled into their meeting forty minutes later, neither of them were able to manage more than the most polite, serious conversation with the backer and to a lesser extent with each other. Perfect timing for that very special episode of The Dom and Billy Show, Dominic thought as the backer left with a copy of their script and good wishes all around.

So the day should have gone better from then now, right?

Right.

But no, instead it got worse. Billy spilled half his coffee and lunch all over himself in the car on the way back home, and Dominic could feel his own vocabulary expanding by leaps and bounds as Billy rattled off a long list of curses, some in the perverted Mexicanglish that Billy pretended to know how to speak after what? Three months in Mexico? Now Billy's stained and wet suit jacket was spread across the back seat, where it would stay until Billy remembered how to get to the dry cleaner's.

That should have sealed the afternoon, really.

But Billy had other errands to run, all over the city, and Dominic was trapped in the car with him, bracing himself against the dashboard during Billy's truly stunning sharp turns and biting his tongue to keep from screaming as Billy roared up the bumpers of cars ahead of them in traffic.

It's not that Billy's an overall shitty driver. On highways and in the countryside, he’s calm and steady, a comforting, happy presence behind the wheel. Many times Dominic has fallen asleep during their drives, eased into dreams by the sound of Billy humming along to the CD player. But in the city, Billy is a fucking loon, and no amount of Dominic's persuasion—not even threats of setting certain hated articles of clothing on fire or promises of earthshaking blowjobs—will make Billy give up the wheel to his precious car. Nor will Billy allow himself to be driven anywhere, especially by Dominic in Dominic's car. “At least my steering wheel stays attached to the dash, Dom,” Billy had smirked the first time Dominic had suggested he take over the chauffeur duties.

And so an hour ago found Billy and Dominic still in the car, still fuming separately and together over what a hideous day this had become, and it was all too easy for Billy to say something, for Dominic to respond, for them both to take each other's words the wrong way. The noise level in the car reached a pitch unheard since the last time Elijah visited, and Dominic had to restrain himself from crawling out from underneath his seatbelt and just fucking clocking Billy across his broad forehead, damn the obvious potential for damage to the car and, well, themselves.

It ended—okay, not really, because it’s not over yet—with Billy's roar for Dominic to “Shut. The fuck up. Now. Before I fucking leave you unrecognizable, Dom.” Dominic had huffed dramatically, as he imagined Billy expected him to do, and sat back in his seat, wondering why Billy was headed for the city limits now but refusing to ask. For one thing, Dominic was sure Billy wouldn't give him an answer if he did ask, and for another, Dominic wasn't sure he really wanted to know.

So Dominic tried to content himself by staring out the window at the dark clouds over the city, following them as they made their escape. It was only when he lowered his eyes to his side mirror that Dominic noticed the police car, and he sighed.

“Billy—”

“Shut it.”

“Billy, you need to slow down, now, like—”

“Of course, your worship. Anything for you.”

“I'm serious, Billy—”

And then there was the siren, and the sound of Billy's groan, and Dominic swallowed the laughter that rose in his throat just in time before Billy turned and caught his eyes.

Now they are back on the road, already out on the highway, and Billy is relaxing a little. He's still furious, Dominic can tell, but the anger left Dominic's system the moment Billy stopped the car for the ticket. He’s more tired than anything else at this point.

When the rain begins to pound down on the car, Billy exhales and turns down the music. Dominic knows this is part of Billy calming down, too—the combination of rain and music always seems to settle the guy, even at his angriest, and even when the music just happens to be (to Dominic's abject horror) Echo and the Bunnymen.

Dominic waits Billy out, just for a little while, then reaches and turns down the music a bit more. Somewhat to Dominic's surprise, Billy does not bark at him or smack his hand away from the controls. He just continues to drive, lost in the sound of the rain on the windshield. It's only when Dominic shifts in his seat and stares at Billy's profile, memorizing again the perfect line and shape of Billy's jaw and those pouty lips, that Billy even reacts, blinking and executing a sweet double take.

“Dom, what—”

“Pull over, Billy.”

Billy's eyes narrow at first, going almond shape and then flattening, then widen as Billy reads the message in Dominic's own eyes.

“No,” Billy snorts suddenly. “Fuck no, Dom. Not after today.”

”Especially after today, Billy,” Dominic says smoothly, spiderwalking his fingers over the dashboard, getting closer to the steering column. Billy doesn’t say anything, just tightens his grip on the wheel and speeds up a little, making Dominic smile. “That's good. Because you need another ticket so soon.”

Billy's head whips around, and his mouth turns violently before Dominic places two fingers on Billy's lips. “Wait,” Dominic whispers. “Don't yell. For once don't yell at me.”

Billy turns back to the road, his forehead now as wrinkled as the suit jacket, which has slipped to the floor of the backseat. “Y'make me feel such a fuck, Dom,” Billy murmurs. “Since this morning. I can't always be the responsible one. I can't make sure you're dressed and ready to go every day. You're not a fucking child.”

Dominic blinks at this, opens his mouth to answer, then closes it again, feeling suddenly very lost. He allows the rain and music to take over, sitting in the half–silence. Billy's practically vibrating with other things unsaid, but Dominic's not quite ready to hear them. Instead, Dominic chews on his fingernails, sucks in the tips of the fingers he placed on Billy's lips and slowly, deliberately, plots his next gambit.

After several moments, Dominic returns to his previous task, letting his fingers crawl back over the dashboard, and this time Billy's eyes follow them. Dominic reaches closer, lets the same two fingers that now smell and taste of both Billy's lips and Dominic's own fall to the indicator lever, and presses up, making the left turn indicator light up and dance on Billy's screen.

“Dominic—” Billy whispers.

“Pull over,” Dominic says again, harder now. Dominic can see the little bob and clench of Billy's throat as he does so, gently persuading the car into a clearing a quarter mile down the road. Billy brings the car to a stop, but his hands still rest on the wheel.

Billy's fingers remind Dominic of stick insects, praying mantises and the like. When Billy is nervous, they flex and dance in the air slowly, delicately. He would never mention this to Billy, though, not after the time he called Billy's hands “dainty” and ended up with one of them cracked across his jaw. Of course, Dominic now knows intimately the power of Billy's hands, the hard grip of those fingers. He enjoys watching them move and curl around the leather of the steering wheel this way, and thinks he could watch Billy's hands all day if Billy let him.

And if he didn't have something else in mind.

“Get out of the car, Billy,” Dominic whispers now. The player has jumped to the next CD, one of Dominic's choices—something vaguely trancey, but with a soft, lulling vibe and beat to it that makes Dominic wants to do this well, to make Billy forgive and be forgiven just from the touch of Dominic's own hands, not as beautiful as Billy's but just as talented, out there in the darkness.

“‘S raining,” Billy breathes, but he is already unbuckling his seat belt. Only when he is fully out of the car and squinting into the heavy raindrops, getting rapidly soaked, does Dominic exit the car himself, slamming the door and walking around to Billy's side. Billy's hands raise and then clench into fists, uncertain where they are meant to go, and Dominic smiles.

It is admittedly rare that Dominic treats Billy this way. Billy's incredibly dominant in nearly every aspect of their relationship, a role Dominic allows him because it indulges his own laziness and, more so, because it's fucking fantastic to watch Billy turn fierce and demanding and occasionally cruel in bed. It gives Dominic pleasure beyond his imagination to know there is more to Billy than the sweet, placid man their friends know and love, and to know that Billy only gives himself this way to and for Dominic.

Still, it's shockingly good fun to undo Billy as well, and Dominic’s learning the right ways to do just that. For one thing, Dominic knows that Billy loves fucking outside, at night, in the rain, but Dominic's never been the one doing the fucking, so this will be ... different. And right in so many ways, especially after today, as he's tried to explain to Billy.

Not that Billy needs any more explanation, standing this way before Dominic, his tongue flickering across his lips, catching the rainwater and waiting for his cue. Billy almost speaks, but then Dominic's fingers are back again, pressing down on those perfect lips.

“No talking,” Dominic says clearly, calmly. “No begging. Whatever I say, you do—you don't fight it, and you don't answer back.”

Billy's face flushes, but he nods, slowly. Dominic gives an approving sigh, then brushes his wet hair from his forehead before he tucks his hands in his pockets.

“Turn around, Billy. Hands on the car.”

Billy obeys, his palms flattening against the metal, pale, matte white skin against glossy, wet black paint. Dominic moves behind him and speaks, low and gentle, in Billy's ear.

“I love you, you bastard,” Dominic hums softly, letting his hands come around to unbuckle Billy's belt and pull Billy's shirttail from his waist. “Love you enough to take all the shit you throw at me day in and day out, when all I'm trying to do is make you laugh. Love you enough to know that you're not really angry at me, you're angry at yourself for not being the responsible one, when you told me yourself last night before you fucked me so well that you really, really wanted to make that meeting today and have plenty of time to get there. Love you enough to hurt you now because you need it, because you want it. So you'll stop kicking yourself so fucking hard, Billy.”

Dominic watches the corded muscles in Billy's neck and shoulders twitch and move at his words, and he knows that Billy wants to speak, wants to yell, but will not. In this, at least, Dominic has found a way to quiet Billy's anger and release it at the same time.

“Stay still,” Dominic hisses, pressing himself hard into Billy's back, and Billy's hands smack at the car before he does stop moving, his breath coming in shallow pants and puffing clouds into the rapidly chilling night air. Dominic tugs at Billy's trousers and boxers, pushing them past his slim hips to pool on the wet ground, before he reaches for the buttons of his own jeans, tearing them open and releasing his already hard cock. He presses forward again, letting Billy feel its warmth against him, and waits for Billy's telltale shudder, the turning of his hips that signals Dominic that he wants more.

Dominic gives him just a bit more, kicking Billy's legs further apart gently and pressing until Billy gasps and rises on his toes, allowing Dominic better access, inviting him to take, to do whatever he wants. Dominic laughs and draws his tongue up the top of Billy's spine and up into the hair that curls on his neck.

“Ready for me?” Dominic smiles into Billy's skin. Billy doesn't speak, and Dominic is something beyond pleased. He runs one wet hand underneath Billy's shirt, thrilling when Billy's stomach muscles clench and flutter at his touch. Dominic's other hand finds it way to Billy's jaw, turning Billy to face him half way. Dominic rests his lips just barely on Billy's and flicks his tongue out to dance across the tips of Billy pointed teeth. They both shiver, and a strangled sound gets lost somewhere on the journey between Billy's lungs and throat.

“You have ten seconds,” Dominic whispers as he touches Billy's lips with his fingers once more. “Do this well, or you'll regret it more than I will.”

Billy draws in those rough fingers expertly, bathing them with his tongue and dragging his teeth across their tips. Dominic closes his eyes in pleasure and counts out the seconds, dipping and swirling his fingers around in that warmth, until he pulls away, leaving Billy's mouth still open and wet and soft.

Dominic's hand on Billy's stomach is firmer now, keeping him as still as possible, and a slight tremor of fear runs through Dominic as he wonders if this is going to be enough. He does not want to actually harm Billy. He just wants to do for Billy what Billy cannot do himself. It is a vague feeling, one Dominic cannot hold for long as he bends just that tiny bit enough to sink into Billy, half an inch at a time.

Billy does not make a sound.

The silence is only broken by the rain, which seems to have grown wild and angry while Billy and Dominic have stood out here—affronted by their nerve, their sheer cheek in fucking in the middle of a storm. When Dominic is finally inside him, he reaches again for Billy's face, turning him this time for an actual kiss, one that starts off demanding and violent and ends softly, a gift Dominic gives when Billy most needs it. He knows that the juxtaposition of this tenderness next to the angry, tearing thrusts between them is exactly what Billy wants to feel, must feel for them to move on past this fucking miserable day. It is punishment and praise at once, and for how often Dominic receives that himself from Billy, he's made utterly joyful by giving it in return.

But it cannot last long. Dominic pushes Billy to face the car again and brings his attention back to fucking him, fucking him until Billy is gasping for breath and finally releasing the cries he's been holding down. Dominic allows this, knows it's not actually any form of speech falling from Billy's lips, and he likes the sound of it besides. Dominic shakes his head, clearing his vision of the rain as he pushes away at Billy's body, watching Billy throw his head back and half–laugh, half–cry, taking Dominic's weight and force like the strong fucker Billy absolutely is. It’s a beautiful sight, and it turns something inside Dominic, making him want to finish this now, before he loses himself completely.

He reaches for Billy's cock, and Billy pushes back by instinct, shocked and made even more ready by the contact. “Now?” Dominic whispers, and Billy nods furiously, tucking his chin to his chest, bracing himself for this final battle. Dominic grabs Billy's hips with his free hand and moves quickly, violently, twisting and stroking Billy's cock in time to his thrusts. Billy stops moving again, his face flushing, and it's only seconds afterward that he's coming, hard, crying out and feeling Dominic tense up behind him. Dominic pushes once more, enough that Billy's hands and arms finally give, and he sinks against the cold metal of the car as Dominic comes, chattering and gasping as he always does.

The rain pours down on them, and the logistics of the situation cross Dominic's mind like an invading Russian army, obnoxious but tenacious. Dominic sighs into Billy's shoulder before he pulls away, turning Billy so he rests against the car. There are relieved tears streaking down Billy's face, different from the tracks the rain leaves on his face, and Dominic takes that face in his hands, kissing Billy slowly, savouring the delights of Billy's saddened, softened mouth.

“Better?” Dominic whispers, and Billy nods.

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