Betty the Blow-up Doll.
Title: Betty the Blow-up Doll. Author: Escapist_Art Pairing: DM/BB Word Count: 3,760 Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: Sadly, I know neither Dominic Monaghan, nor Billy Boyd. This is a fictional tale only meant for entertainment purposes. None of this is fact, and though the characters may be based on real people, this story is in no way a reflection of their true characters or lives. Summary: Sharing can be fun. Author's Notes: Why they named her Beatrice, and not something nicer, like Delilah, I'll never know. The point is that they were both a little drunk, and both very horny, and she came with more than one opening. There would be no harm in sharing her, would there?
It had been a fairly entertaining night. Everyone had gone out to a club and had a great time dancing, joking around, and drinking. It was time to go home now, but the lady Dom chose had over-done it with the booze. Her girlfriend, the one Billy had been after all night, insisted on seeing her friend safely home. Dom was just glad that she hadn't gotten sick in his car. Billy, however, somehow blamed Dom for his bad luck.
On the drive back to their trailer Billy kept shooting Dom dark looks and going back to the same point. "I'm just saying, you should have kept a better eye on how much she was drinking. That's all," Billy said for the fifth time during the short drive, his words a little slurred from drinking.
"Look, I'm not her mum. I tried to get her to slow down, tried distracting her with dancing, even tried to get her to switch to a soft drink. She wasn't having it." It was the same thing Dom had said before each time, only now he had it down pat.
Sighing, Billy shifted uncomfortably in his seat and folded his arms over his chest as he looked out the window. "Do you think they were just having us on? Maybe they had no intention of going home with either of us. Just wanted free beer, and some naughty dancing?" Billy glanced back at Dom, trying to read his face in the dark.
Shrugging, Dom glanced over, then back at the road. "No, no, I don't think so. The one I was with, Angie, she did have an awful lot to drink, on my tab as well." The thought hadn't even occurred to Dom, of course they had really wanted to take them back to their places, why wouldn't they have?
Finally they were back at their trailer, and Dom parked outside. Both of them went inside, Dom ditching his shoes just inside the front door. Billy was in a foul mood, and headed right for the fridge, grabbing out a six-pack and taking up residence on the couch. He idly flipped through the channels on the telly until he found something to watch. It was late, so there weren't many choices.
Dom watched him with a frown, feeling vaguely responsible for his bad temper. He stalked off to the bathroom, intending to shower. All of his clothes, as well as his hair, reeked of cigarette smoke, and that odd combination of smells that you pick up when you're in a crowd of people.
When he was finished he came out with a white towel draped around his hips, and was using another to roughly rub his hair dry. Walking into their living area, he plopped down next to Billy on the couch, snagging one of the cans of beer from the six-pack resting between them. His reward was a dirty look from Billy.
"It wasn't enough for you to have your date run off with mine, now you're going to steal my beer as well?" There was a furrow between Billy's eyebrows as he looked Dom up and down.
"I'll have you know that I bought this beer myself yesterday," Dom said indignantly as he popped it open and took a swig.
"So now it's your beer? After all of the beer I've brought home, you're suddenly going to get stingy on me?" Getting up angrily, Billy slammed his second empty down on the table. He stormed off to the bathroom, although a little unsteady on his feet.
After a time Dom could hear the water running again, and giving an annoyed sigh, he settled back and watched the telly. Billy had been gone much longer than it should have taken him to shower, and Dom began to fret. He was pretty wasted, and that he was taking so long became more and more worrisome the longer that it was until Dom couldn't stand it any more. If he didn't at least check on him he'd feel terrible.
First pressing his ear to the door to see if maybe he could hear Billy singing like usual, his heart thudded at the complete lack of sound other than running water. Then he rapped his knuckles on the wooden door as he called out his name, and when there was no answer he rapped harder and called even louder. Still nothing. Finally he just opened the door and went in, a little frightened of what he might find. Calling out his name again, and still getting no answer, Dom pulled back an edge of the shower curtain and looked in.
He had started to call Billy's name again, but found himself suddenly speechless. Billy was less than a foot away from him, his forehead pressed against the tile wall, and his cock gripped tightly in one hand. Dom's eyes traveled slowly over him, from the look of bliss on his face, with his long eyelashes feathered down across his cheeks, to the sweet curves of his parted lips, and lower, where his hand was still moving. Finally the word broke free from his lips, but it was more a moan than the worried question it had been meant to be.
Startled green eyes met his, and Billy jerked the shower curtain closed again as he started cursing a blue streak. Dom backed out of the bathroom, calling, "Sorry!" about a dozen times in the few feet it took to carry him out of the room, then closed the door behind him. He leaned against the wall just outside of the bathroom for a few minutes, trying to get his breathing back under control. One hand ran down over his bare chest, along his muscled belly, and then pressed against his newly aroused prick through the towel.
When he heard the water cut-off, he startled, realizing that the last thing Billy would want to see right now was him standing there with an obvious erection. Padding quickly off to the bedroom, he discarded the towel, grabbed a pair of boxers and tugged them on, then crawled in between the covers. They had taken to sleeping with Betty the blow-up doll between them, a prop they had used during one of their recent exploits for the camera. Dom batted her over to center of the bed as he got comfortable.
Comfortable being a relative term, since he had little doubt that he would be awake most of the night now. Every time he closed his eyes the same picture returned to his mind, and his cock gave another little twitch of excitement. No matter how hard he tried to push it away, no matter who else he tried to bring to mind, Billy would pop right back up again. That desire to reach out, take Billy's cock from him, and finish him off in his own hand kept over-whelming him. "Fuck!" he muttered to himself, slamming his head back into the pillow again.
When Billy came out of the bathroom, Dom closed his eyes and tried valiantly to pretend that he was already asleep while Billy set about turning off the lights for the night. Dom could hear him moving around in the bedroom, and he dared to crack open his eyes to see what he was doing. Stifling a moan as Billy whipped the towel off from around his waist, his dark silhouette proving to Dom that Billy was still hard. Swallowing down, he watched as Billy pulled on a pair of boxers, then slammed his eyes shut again as he turned to get into the bed.
With a deep sigh, Billy curled up facing Dom, or rather Betty, since she was between them. "I know you're awake, Dommeh," he drawled, his accent thick from drink, "I can tell by the way you're breathing. Look, you don't have to be embarrassed, I'm not. You just startled me is all, wanker. You could have called out or something, let me know you were there instead of just sneaking up on me."
"I did!" Dom protested heatedly, leaning up on an elbow, "Several times in fact, and knocked rather loudly as well! I'd thought you'd passed out and drowned! And," he added with a little snort, "who are you to call me a wanker?"
"As if you've never done it yourself?! Oh," giving a little laugh, Billy's voice settled back into a conversational tone as he tried to reassure Dom, "Look, I'm not angry over it, OK? It's not that big of a deal. Let's just go to sleep." Billy wrapped an arm around Betty, the coarse hair of his arm brushing against Dom's arm, then he slipped a leg in between the doll's jutting, inflated legs.
Sucking in a deep breath, Dom slumped back against his pillow. Laying there quietly, he tried to think of things that would help calm him and let him get back to sleep, but nothing seemed to help. It kept crossing his mind that all he would have to do would be to reach around Betty and take matters into his own hand. It didn't help at all that Billy seemed every bit as restless as he was. Finally he decided to see what would happen if he just draped his arm across Betty, and sort of let his hand fall between her and Billy's crotch.
He swallowed, then sucked in his lower lip as he turned his body to face the back of the doll. As he moved in closer, his leg brushed Billy's and he heard a sharp intake of breath. Suddenly his heart was racing as he let his arm fall into position, purposely knocking against the other man's crotch.
A strangled sound came from Billy, and then a rush of words. "Hey, uh, Dom? You know, I didn't get to...finish...in the shower. Would it...bother you if I...made use of Betty? It's just, I don't think I'll sleep otherwise, and I really need to catch up on my sleep." The room went strangely quiet after that, probably because both of them were holding their breath.
At first he thought that his plan had worked, but his heart fell when it turned out it was Betty that he wanted, not him, not Dom. Why that should cause such a sharp pain in his chest he didn't quite get, and he stayed silent for just a few brief moments as he thought on it. Then a new plan popped into his head, one that would allow him to get some sleep too. "Actually, I...sort of have the same...problem. What...what would you think of sharing her? She does have more than one opening..." Dom faltered at the end, no longer sure that this was such a good idea, afraid that Billy would see right through it and know, know without a doubt, that Dom was aroused because of him.
Deadly silence met his suggestion, then Billy jumped away from Betty, and Dom's heart sunk. This was it, this was when everything would end. He never should have asked, never should have even thought it. Then he realized that Billy was hurriedly shucking his boxers, and fumbling in the nightstand for something.
"Well, come on then, get those things off already before my bollocks turn a lovely shade of blue," came Billy's answer as he indicated Dom's underwear.
Seconds later Dom's boxers hit the floor and he was back up against Betty again. Thundering so loudly that he was sure the other man could hear it, his heart beat so hard that it was almost painful. "Do you...uh...care which side of her you get?" Dom asked, a little, nervous smile creeping into his voice.
"The way we have her right now suits," Billy replied with a shrug, "now let me have your hand and I'll give you a squirt of lube," and reached out his hand toward Dom, squeezing out a generous amount of lubricant into his palm. He then gave himself an equal amount and spread it out over his shaft. Plucking at his discarded boxers, he wiped the extra off of his hand, then passed them over to Dom to do the same.
Holding the lube in his palm long enough to let it warm a little, Dom then smoothed it over his erection with a hiss. It had been a while since he palmed himself through the towel, and he hadn't touched his cock since. Feeling this slick friction now drew a low moan from him that he didn't manage to bite back. His tongue poked out at the corner of his mouth as he stroked a few more times, then he murmured a soft, "Thank you, Bill."
All Billy managed in response was a thick, "Oh fuck," before he yanked Betty toward him, and with a funny, squeaking sound, thrust his cock into her. "Come on, Dom, quit playing with yourself and get over here. I feel odd doing this alone right next to you," he complained as he moved into Betty noisily, his hands gripping at her hips.
Not needing to be asked twice, Dom was over-whelmingly excited to be sharing such an intimate, and rather perverted, act with Billy. Pressing up behind Betty, he sought to find somewhere to place his legs amidst Billy's and Betty's, finally hooking one knee around Billy's leg. There was some resistance when he pressed his cock into her, and another rather loud, strange noise, but it felt pretty good all in all. Not at all like the real thing, but still nice enough.
The only problem was in getting the two rhythms worked out right. It felt like she was getting away and the friction just wasn't right. Panting, Dom grabbed onto Betty's hips just below where Billy's hands rested, and he tried to get the rhythms timed, but Billy kept changing his. With a grunt he grabbed Billy's hips, his fingers digging in as he plunged hard into the doll. That was when he noticed that he was bumping up against something inside of her, and realized that it was another cock. "Oh bloody fucking hell!" he cried out, his back arching. Then he leaned in close, murmuring huskily, "I can feel your cock inside of her, Bill. Can you feel me, too?"
Billy let out a deep, guttural sound, his hands going up to Dom's shoulders and clinging there. "Oh, Christ! Yes, I can feel you! Fuck!" The words came out in a tortured cry. Throwing a leg over both Betty and Dom's hips, his foot came to rest in the crease under Dom's bum as he frantically pumped into the doll.
A fine mist of sweat formed over Dom, his sense of frustration building faster than the pooling heat low in his abdomen. With a low roar, he shoved Billy onto his back as he rolled on top of him, trapping Betty in between them. Quickly he repositioned himself and began fucking into her hard and fast, and without thinking, his hands found Billy's wrists, pinning them to the mattress beside his head. The next thing he knew his mouth was on Billy's, kissing him hard and deep, his tongue mimicking the thrusting of his cock. When he tore his mouth away, it was just to whisper throatily against his lips, "I'm going to come Bill."
"Holy hell, Dom," he whimpered, moving his hands just enough to test the grip Dom had on his wrists, "Fucking come! Yeah, I want to hear you!" His body still moving, Billy's legs wrapped up and over Dom's waist. There was something in his voice, a tightness, as if he were barely hanging on, "Do it!"
Grunting animal noises filled the air around them as Dom powered into Betty roughly, then his hips stuttered, the rhythm changing. Bowing down over Billy, every muscle of Dom's body tightened, and he shuddered hard several times. "Oh my God!" he cried out as he shook, his hands tightening on Billy's wrists. After several long minutes, he looked at Billy in the darkness, mumbling hoarsely, "I came, Bill."
"Yeah, I know, Dom, I heard," Billy replied, his voice soft and amused. Now that Dom's grip on his wrists had gone slack, he lifted a hand and threaded his fingers through Dom's damp hair. "I only wish that I had seen what you looked like, Dommeh. That I could have seen what you look like when you come. I've always wondered," the admission making his breath catch a little, his tongue swiping over suddenly dry lips.
Dom stiffened, then moved off of Betty, plucking her away from Billy and sending her off onto the floor with a flick of his wrist. "Excuse us, love, we need a moment alone," he quipped as he snuggled against Billy. "You always wondered? How long is always?" he asked as he splayed his hand across Billy's chest, fingertips brushing across a nipple.
"Oi!" Objecting as the doll is pulled off of his cock and tossed aside, "You know I wasn't quite done yet, don't you?" Billy sighed, then shrugged, "Don't know, how long have we known one another? About that long, maybe a little less."
Going silent, Dom toyed with Billy's nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, ignoring the sounds coming from him. Then his hand traced down along his centerline, fingernails dragging a path behind them. Moving beneath Billy's rigid prick, he curled his fingers into the soft ginger mass of hair and pulled lightly at it. His question cut through the near silence, "So tonight, you wanted me?"
Cutting off the stream of noises Dom had been enticing from him, Billy nodded as he struggled to get an answer out, "Yes, I wanted you. All bloody night long, if you must know. Watching you out there on the dance floor, the way that you move, you have an animal magnetism. And," the pause was long, as if he were considering whether he should say it or not, "every time you went to the men's I persuaded your date to do tequila shots."
"You did what?" Came the outraged cry as Dom's hand clamped around Billy's cock like a steel trap, eliciting a stifled yelp. "But you whinged about her getting sick all of the way home! Why would you do that?" Flailing at the surprisingly tight grip, Billy brought a hand to Dom's wrist, uttering a distressed sound. Easing his grip a bit, Dom's hand began to move over Billy's cock caressingly.
"I...I just wanted you here with me tonight. It was selfish, I know, but there it is. You looked so fucking sexy out there, and I got jealous. I know I have no right, but I did, and I'm sorry," pausing, he swallowed, pushing Dom's hand off his cock and holding the other one as well, "Actually, I'm not really sorry. When you came out after washing up I just wanted to ravage you, wanted to throw you down and rip that towel right off. Then you were right there next to me when I was wanking in the shower while thinking about you. I opened my eyes and there you were, just inches away. I nearly came right then." His words are cut-off as Dom's mouth covers his hungrily, Dom's hand stroking over his cock with enthusiasm.
Dom found a rhythm that seemed to make Billy's body jerk and shiver the most and kept at it as he explored the inner recesses of his mouth, swallowing down the moans that flowed from him with a smile. Each upward rub ended with a little twist of his wrist that made Billy's hips jut up wildly. The lube made a slick noise as his fist moved, and that combined with Billy's pleasurable sounds provided Dom with an aural treat as he worked away. He could tell when Billy was near, and he drew his mouth away.
"Did you know that I wanted you too, Bill?" Not waiting for an answer, or pausing in his rhythm, he kept going, "All of this time, really, only I thought that you didn't really like blokes. In fact, I wasn't really sure I liked blokes before. Plus, I didn't want to screw anything up by coming on to you. When I saw you in the shower earlier, I wanted to just reach out and wrap my hand around your cock, just like this, and make you come," his words turn into a purr, and he leaned in and kissed wetly at Billy's neck.
Panting and writhing, Billy fisted his hand in Dom's hair, the other grabbing onto his shoulder tightly. "I'm gonna come, Dommeh. Oh sweet Jesus!" Arching into a graceful curve, then bowing down again, Billy's body tightened as he erupted over Dom's hand, his orgasm rocketing through him. Long, hot strands shot out, coating his fingers. When it was over Dom sucked the liquid from his fingers, then shared Billy's salty flavour with him in a long, lingering kiss.
"What a couple of silly beggars we are," Dom opined as he drew away, his face going to snuggle in the curve of Billy's neck, then he let out a little chuckle, "Poor Angie, it's a wonder she didn't get sick sooner, what with both of us plying her with tequila shots. Must have a liver of steel, that one."
Slowly recovering, Billy trembled slightly every now and again, his breathing still more laboured than usual. "What? What exactly are you saying, Dom? Why would you be trying to get her drunk too?"
Giving a little shrug, he sighed contentedly against Billy's neck, his arm draped across him. "I didn't even really like her, but she was your girl's friend, and I figured if she got too drunk, or sick, her friend would take her home. Guess we're both a couple of tossers at that. I just wanted you to come home with me, even if you never did touch me. Selfish, wasn't it?"
"We're quite a pair, we are. Going straight to hell, the both of us," Billy replied as he stroked his hand over Dom's hair, then leaned in to kiss his forehead, "too bad we don't believe in it. Thank heavens being naughty paid off for us tonight. I finally managed to get what I wanted," Billy stated with a sleepy little yawn.
"Thanks heavens for Betty, I don't know what we would have done without her. She really brought us together," Dom added with a smirk as he curled tightly against Billy's side and drifted happily off to sleep.