Going to the Chapel Title: Going to the Chapel Author: escapist_art Pairing: DM/EW, DM/OB, BB/EW, DM/BB Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: 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. Warnings: Force, MM, Angst, Cursing, Mild Violence, Gay Marriage, and they are all very, very bad boys. Summary: There's a wedding the next day, if they can just make it through the night.
Dom happily hummed, "Going to the Chapel," as he entered the men's room and stood in front of a urinal. In fact, it was because of his wedding plans that he was in the pub right now with a fairly large gathering of his best mates. Not just his mates, but Elijah's as well. There had been some discussion about whether or not it was proper for both grooms to be at the same bachelor party, but with them sharing so many of the same friends it was inevitable. It wasn't as if they would be having some bint jumping out of a cake or anything like that anyway.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up in alarm, only to meet with two deeply brown eyes. "Orlando, don't you know better than to go round touching other men in the loo? Do you have any idea what they'll think you're up to?" he chided the other man while Orlando started unzipping his own jeans in front of the urinal next to Dom. Rolling his eyes and letting out a little snort, Dom gave himself two shakes, then tucked himself away. As he zipped up he turned to face Orlando, studiously not looking downward, as befits usual custom in the men's.
Raising an eyebrow, Orlando smirked at Dom and gave a little, knowing nod, "Yeah, I know. Don't imagine you could give me a hand here, do you?" As he asked Orlando turned to face Dom and placed a warm, firm hand on his shoulder. The smell of the fine whisky Billy had insisted on toasting with tonight was heavy on the other man's breath, and Orlando seemed a little worse for wear. There was a certain glitter to his eyes, though, something daring, challenging almost. "Elijah is always, always telling everyone how good you are with your hands," Orlando said with a purr to his voice as he backed Dom up against the wall, "Why don't you show me, hmm?"
Shocked beyond belief, Dom's eyebrows looked as if they were trying to crawl up into his hairline. "Orlando! I'm getting married tomorrow! Remember?! To your best mate? Ring any bells?" Dom kept backing away as Orlando advanced, until there wasn't anywhere left for him to go. First his back hit against the wall in a corner, then Orlando pushed himself up against his front. The hand Orlando had had around his own cock went to the wall next to Dom's head, trapping him. Dom let out a small squeak of protest as Orlando ignored his protests and lowered his mouth to Dom's.
The hand that had been on Dom's shoulder went to fist into his hair, tugging his head back as Orlando kissed him hard. With a muffled sound to object to this invasion, Orlando forced Dom's mouth open and began kissing him heatedly while he ground up against him. Dom struggled with him, trying to push him off, but they were wedged in the corner next to the urinal and it gave Orlando enough leverage to push Dom back hard against the wall again. It wasn't that he didn't fancy Orlando, because he did, in fact if it hadn't been for Elijah he might just have gone for Orlando. He even had to admit that he was quite enjoying the kiss, and the feel of Orlando's hard cock pressed up against his hip. Somewhere between those two thoughts Dom forgot why exactly he was meant to be objecting right now and began simply enjoying.
Then his hand was being guided to Orlando's massive prick, and he found himself aroused by it all. Especially when Orlando made that unbelievably needy sound right into his mouth. Yeah, fuck that was nice. His fingers wrapped around and caressed over Orlando's cock, and he found the rhythm and pressure that made the other man tear his mouth away so that he could gasp and pant freely. Dom's mouth was gaping open as he worked, encouraged greatly by the reactions coming from Orlando. The pretty boy had his red, kiss-swollen lips parted, and the fan of his chocolate brown lashes spread out against his dark cheeks. Then there was the arch of Orlando's body, and the way he nearly went up on his tip-toes trying to thrust into Dom's hand. It was a heady thing having that much control over another person's body. Reaching down between them with his other hand, Dom held Orlando's balls in his palm while his fingers reached just beyond to stroke along his perineum.
Gasping loudly, Orlando arched back, his fingers tightening in Dom's hair. Then he bent in a tight bow forward, pressing his face into Dom's neck as he shuddered and came over Dom's hand repeatedly. When Orlando was through each man had a little patch on the fabric of their shirts where the liquid was spreading out. Draping both long arms over Dom's shoulders, Orlando murmured against the warm skin of Dom's neck, "Mmm...Yeah, that was good. Nice long fingers..." The other man was still panting and recovering when Dom suddenly realized what he had done. Shoving Orlando away, wild eyed, he looked at his hand and then down at his shirt.
"Fuck! Fucking hell!" he yelled as he started wiping at the mess on his shirt, which only made it worse, "Bloody buggering hell!" Storming to the sinks, he left Orlando swaying, a little dazed and confused as he watched Dom. Dom washed his hands, then pulled a massive amount of paper towel out of the dispenser, which he wet down and began dabbing at the stain on his shirt. "This is not good, oh, this is so not good," he muttered over and over again. When he was done he'd gotten most of the stain off, but there was a huge wet spot left over his belly. Looking at it in the mirror, he rolled his eyes and tossed the used paper toweling into the bin. Leaning his bum back against the wash basin, he held his face in his hands and mumbled between his fingers, "Oh God, oh God, oh God, why did I do that?"
As he did up the zipper of his jacket he glanced over at Orlando, who was just now tucking himself away and doing up his zipper. "You! You sodding wanker. Just you stay the fuck away from me, if you know what's good for you!" he growled at the other man before stomping from the room. When he got through the doorway he was suddenly overcome with fear and shame. He gave a quick look around the pub, finding Elijah happily involved in a game of pool with some of his friends. Then his eyes lit on Billy, who was sitting alone at the bar sipping at a glass of whisky. Dom crossed the room to him and took the bar stool right beside him. Folding his arms down on the bar top, he drooped down and rested his forehead on them.
"Oh, God, Bills, I don't know what to do. I've gone and buggered it all up, all of it. My life is ruined, completely, absolutely ruined. What am I going to do?" Turning his head to look pleadingly at Billy, he realized that Billy was half tight, if not almost completely rat-arsed. Blearily Billy grinned back at him, his head bobbling a little, and his emerald green eyes set in a reddish backdrop. "Did you hear me? I've fucked it all up. Elijah won't want to marry me now, it's all...it's all fucked to hell," he whinged, leaning in closer to Billy to be sure that he could hear, "Fucking Orlando cornered me in the men's for a hand job, and I gave it to him." As if to demonstrate, Dom held up the offending hand and flopped it in front of Billy. Then Dom's eyes trained on the hand, and he groaned, pressing his eyes shut tight. "I should cut it off. Just, zoop, slice the bloody thing right off. Fuck!" he groused as he made a slicing motion across his wrist.
Billy fixed his eyes on Dom's hand, one eyebrow raising, then he looked up at the other man. "You gonna tell him?" he asked, his words slurring a little, the corners of his mouth still curling just a little. With the hand holding his nearly empty whisky glass he pointed at Dom's wrist and made a small circular motion. "How's he to know if you don't tell him?" he asked, a little too calmly for as upset as Dom was.
For a brief moment there was a surprised look in Dom's eyes, which brightened for a split second before going dark again. He shook his head, let out a long, slow breath, and pressed his lips together before muttering, "It was Orlando. Orlando fucking Bloom. Skinny bloke, can't hold his liquor? First time he gets in his cups near Elijah he'll be boasting on it to him. I have to tell Elijah. Can't let him find out that way." Giving a slow blink, Dom turned away, his shoulders slumping. "I wish there was some way to make it not seem that bad. Something I could do to make it easier for Lij to forgive me it," he said dejectedly as he lay back down on his arms.
Billy turned around and watched Elijah heading toward the loo, then setting his glass down as if he'd make his mind up about something, he patted Dom on the shoulder. "I'll be right back, you stay put. I've some whisky to return, then we can discuss this little," waving his hand around, he wrinkled his nose, "problem of yours." Dom barely answered Billy with a little nod of his head, and Billy gave him another couple of pats on his shoulder before tottering off to the bathroom. Once Billy passed through the door he pushed it closed, then threw the bolt. As he made his way over to Elijah he had a huge grin plastered on his face, and his eyes fairly twinkled. "Well, hello, my young friend," he greeted the other man as he sidled up next to him. "Fancy meeting you here," he grinned broadly, looking up into Elijah's face. Unsteady on his feet, he bumped shoulders with him, then giggled as Elijah's aim went wild and he splashed the wall. "Oops, sorry about that, I might be just a little blootered. Have to forgive me," he said as he held up his forefinger and thumb a hairs breath away from one another.
For his part Elijah had been knocking back the drinks like they were water, and he swayed, then stumbled as Billy bumped him. Letting out a laugh that was much louder than usual, and lasted longer, he just barely managed to stay on his feet. Shaking his head while he gave his dick a couple of shakes, he shrugged, "Oh, I know, believe me, I know." Even in his own mind that didn't entirely make a lot of sense, and he giggled and bumped his shoulder back into Billy's. "I am so getting wasted tonight. So wasted," he giggled. Billy laughed easily in return, his mouth open, and he grabbed at Elijah's arm to steady himself. "Oh, hold on, let me get this put away," Elijah warned. Billy's grip on his arm made it harder to put himself away, and he looked at Billy and chuckled, "Hey, I kind of need my arm. I can't get this with just one hand."
Billy snorted and raised his eyebrows as he looked down at Elijah's hands. "Is it that much of a monster, takes both hands, then?" he asked in an amused tone. Reaching out, he took on a very business-like attitude, "Looks like you could use some help with that. I'll just give you a bit of a hand." As he said it he brushed away Elijah's hands and wrapped one of his own around the other man's exposed cock. The other went to pull the opening of Elijah's fly wider, then dipped down to fondle his balls through the thin material of his boxers. He'd already given Elijah a few strokes, with satisfying results, before the other man had come to his senses enough to respond.
At first Elijah thought that Billy was just fooling around, and that he wouldn't really do up his jeans. Then he thought Billy was being playful and would zip his jeans, just to be funny. But when he wrapped his deft hand around Elijah's cock and started stroking him, Elijah was completely stunned. Letting out a sharp gasp, Elijah flailed, then fairly shrieked, albeit under his breath, "What are you doing?! That's my..and you're...Billy!" His hands up in the air, he stood with his mouth gaping open, his jaw working a little as his eyes flitted from the other man's hands to his face and back again. As unexpected as it was, he had to admit that Billy was really good at what he was doing. But... "You can't, you can't just, just... I'm marrying your best friend tomorrow. Do you know what he would do if he knew? You have to... you have to stop!"
"Aye, you are!" Billy agreed happily, but he didn't pull his hand away, "Don't you want, you know, a last fling or something? Isn't that what bachelor nights are meant to be for, to get it out of your system or something?" Seeing the little flash of doubt cross Elijah face, Billy gave a knowing nod and slipped his hand to the back of Elijah's neck. As he pulled him close he wet his lips, and grinned when those lovely blue eyes flew open even more. Slowly and gently he kissed Elijah while his hand stroked over the other man's length. He could feel Elijah relaxing into the kiss, his small hands moving to grip at Billy's shoulders, and then his hips were pulsing forward into Billy's grip. When he caught the low moan Elijah let out into his mouth, Billy knew he had him.
Billy lingered over Elijah's mouth, allowing himself to enjoy the soft warmth while he could. When the need for air overwhelmed him he pulled away and started kissing down along Elijah's smooth, pale throat. At Elijah's collarbone he dipped his tongue in the little dip at center, then slowly dropped to his knees. Looking up over Elijah as he went, he saw how the other man's head was tipped back, his mouth ajar, lips reddened, and he smiled to himself. Maybe he was getting a little older, but he still had his touch. Swirling his thumb through the fine , clear liquid leaking from Elijah's prick, he smeared it over and around the head, then brushed across the frenulum repeatedly until Elijah jerked his head forward and looked down at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
That's when he flicked his tongue out and probed that same spot with the pointy little tip. Elijah's hands tightened on his shoulders, encouraging Billy, even as Elijah's mouth came more open as if he were the one about to wrap his lips around a cock. Billy's hand slipped down to the base of Elijah's shaft to work it while he plunged his mouth down along Elijah's erect rod, his lips dragging wetly over the smooth surface. He licked and sucked and took Elijah as deeply as he could until he was fairly choking on his length, but kept at it until the younger man made a throaty noise and came hard in his mouth. Pulsing and twitching, Elijah's cock emptied until there was nothing more left, and Elijah sagged, bracing himself on Billy at his feet. There was so much, but Billy dutifully swallowed every last drop of it, then tucked Elijah back away into his jeans.
When he got up he set the rest of both of their clothing right, then brushed a thumb over Elijah's flushed cheek. "You're quite lovely when you come, you know that?" he asked softly with a little smile, "I can see what Dom loves about you." Swallowing hard, Billy nodded and took a deep breath, then turned away and left the room. When he got back to his bar stool he seemed much more sober, and he grabbed his glass, draining it of the last little mouthful, which he swished around in his mouth before swallowing. Then he wiped his arm across his lips, and bowed his head. Wordlessly he climbed onto the stool and clapped a hand on Dom's back, who was still sulking miserably, and motioned to the bartender for another round.
A few moments later he felt Dom jerk and twist away from him, and he cut his eyes to the side to see who it was without moving his head. Elijah was there, hands in back pockets, looking sheepish and nervous as he looked into Dom's eyes. "I...I have something to tell you, Dommie," he stuttered, the color high on his cheeks. Casting a glance at Billy, he pressed his lips together, then looked out around the room. "Could we, um, go somewhere a little more private?" he asked before swallowing hard. His eyes kept shifting, not staying on anyone or anything for more than a second.
Thinking that word had already gotten back to Elijah, Dom gave a brief nod, sniffed, and followed after the other man. They ducked back into the men's room, and Dom rubbed his hand nervously along the back of his neck. He waited for the inevitable, knowing that this was when their relationship would end. Crossing his arms over his chest, Dom hugged himself, and finally let his eyes look up into Elijah's. He could see the tension in Elijah's body, and how difficult this was for him. "It's alright, Lij, I know. I understand. Just say it and get it over with," he said with resignation.
Elijah looked pained, and he shifted on his feet, then tucked his hands under his armpits. "You know, so I guess Billy told you? I mean..." sighing, he gave a little nod. "Of course Billy told you, he's your best friend. I just wish he would have thought of that before he went down on me," Elijah said with a grimace, and he twirled around so that he wouldn't have to face Dom's reaction. "I...I'm sorry. I was weak, and I should have, you know, stopped it at some point. But I didn't, and I guess you hate me now. I swear, Dom, I didn't go looking for it or anything. Billy came on to me, and I guess I just kind of, went along with it," his voice full of sadness and regret, Elijah dipped his head and looked back at Dom, his mouth tight.
All Dom could manage was a jumbled mix of sounds, and then the words came bursting out of him, "Billy gave you a blow job? My...My Billy..." he threw an arm outward, pointing back to where they had left Billy, another jumbled mix of sounds left him, and he threw his arms up, then ran his hands over his hair roughly. "When did he? He fucking... Here? Did he come in here and...?" Pacing agitatedly back and forth in the room, his fingers scrubbed at his scalp. "Of all the bloody, stupid, mad things for him to do! What in the name of hell was he thinking? Did he think he could..." stopping short in his ranting and pacing, he looked like he'd been struck with a revelation, and he nodded slowly. "Elijah, there's something I have to tell you. Orlando cornered me in here earlier tonight and I ended up giving him a hand job," Dom admitted quickly with obvious regret. "I'm not proud of it, but there it is. He kind of, well, he was very persuasive, yeah?" Wrapping his hands around opposing shoulders, he walked the floors a little more, then came to a stop, and took a deep breath.
"Wow," Elijah rolled his eyes and shook his head. "We, um, we're no angels tonight, are we?" Letting out a short, sharp laugh, he turned away from Dom and stood, feet spread. "We can't even make it through our bachelor party without cheating on each other. How are we going to make it 50 years? I mean, wow," the words coming out sounded flat and defeated to his own ears. "At least it happened now, right? Before we got married? Before everything got more complicated?" he asked, already resigned that their relationship was a complete failure. "So, um, I'll let people know, and, you know, yeah," Nodding, he didn't even try to look at the other man, just grabbed the door handle and left.
In the time after leaving Orlando in this room Dom thought he had prepared himself for this ending. He'd hoped for better, but knew in his heart that this way was more likely than anything. Still, hearing it, seeing Elijah walking away, it was more than he could take. Gripping the edge of the sink, his body shook with repressed sobs until they broke free and echoed through the room. His hands tightened until his knuckles turned white, then he turned and crossed to the small row of booths. He kicked hard at one of the doors, making it fly inward with a loud clatter. Then he kicked it again while he let out a long, loud roar.
The door to the room opened and Billy stuck his head inside. "Dom? Dom, can I come in, or are you going to rip my head off?"
Spinning around, Dom threw his hands up in the air, "What the fuck, Billy?! What the bloody fuck do you want now? Huh? You want to rub it in my face or something? That you, you, guh!" he pointed at Billy, then flung his hand up in the air and spun away.
"I know, I know and I'm sorry," he said sheepishly, glancing out at some of the people nearby who were curious about all of the noise. "Look, I, um, you know, I just wanted to help," he said haltingly as he came the rest of the way into the room and let the door drop closed. "I didn't mean to make matters any worse, you kin?" his usual accent thickened, and he wrung his hands together. "You know I wouldn't have tried anything with Elijah if you hadn't, you know, with Orlando. I thought maybe he could forgive you it if he did something worse. So, um..." biting at his lower lip, he took a step closer. "I just love you, and I want for you to be happy. Just made things worse, though, didn't I?" he asked, the pain he was feeling coming through in his voice.
Dom turned to face Billy again, his head cocked to the side, and his fists clenching and un-clenching. Finally he got the grasp of what Billy had done and why, and his mouth dropped open, hanging there. The moment seemed to go on forever while Dom's brain tried to go back into gear. Slowly, as if speaking to a child, he said carefully, "You thought that you could save my relationship by going down on Elijah?" Taking a few steps forward, he blinked slowly. "You came in here and seduced Elijah, then...took his cock into your mouth and...blew him...so that he wouldn't dump me? Is that what you're saying?" Coming within arms reach of Billy, he stopped and looked at him as if he were completely out of his mind. Giving a little shake of his head, his brow furrowed. "You really did that for me? You're quite daft, you know that, don't you? What in the name of all that is holy would possess you to do that?" it felt as if the whole world had gone mad, and Dom wouldn't have been surprised no matter what the answer.
Billy rumpled his hand up over the back of his hair and shrugged his shoulders. "I, um, I told you. I love you, and I want you to be happy," he said, a little tone of hope in his voice. It was perfectly true, it just meant more than he had ever let on to Dom before. Right now he would happily settle for not losing Dom's friendship forever after what he had done.
After running his hand across his forehead, Dom walked a few steps back and forth in front of Billy, keeping his eyes trained on his wearily. Between the alcohol and all of the crazy things happening Dom was having trouble piecing everything together. Pausing, he ran a finger over his lips while he regarded Billy. This wasn't some small thing that Billy had tried to do for him. In fact Dom was fairly certain he would never have done anything of the kind to someone else in the name of keeping Billy happy. "When you say you love me, you don't mean like just a friend, do you? You mean," taking a breath, Dom licked over his lips and stepped closer, feeling he already knew the answer, "that you're in love with me. Don't you? That's the only thing that makes sense to me."
Drawing himself up to his full height, Billy lifted his chin defiantly and gave a little nod. "I may be, just a little, mind you, in love with you. And I may have, under the influence of drink, done something really quite foolish tonight. I don't think I deserve to be treated like a...a..." losing the word he was going for, Billy made a sweeping away motion with his hand and shook his head, "like I'm insane."
Dom let out a small laugh, then a chuckle, then started giggling until tears were rolling down his cheeks. "But you, you are! Mad as a hatter!" Wrapping his arms around himself, he shook with laughter until Billy looked as if he were about to cry. "Oh, here now, none of that. I love you, too, you big daftie. If I'd known I could get you to go down on me I might have well told you sooner!" he teased, taking the other man into his embrace and clasping him to his chest. "Here now, just let me drown my sorrow for a time, and," Dom stopped, looking at the other man thoughtfully, "then we'll see what happens, yeah?"