Title: Glory Hole Author: escapist_art Pairing: DM/BB Word Count: 2869 Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: Sadly, I know neither Dominic Monaghan, nor Billy Boyd. 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: Elijah's sudden craving for Porn! and Chocolate! leads Dom and Billy into a place they ordinarily wouldn't go. Warnings: Coarse language, m/m sexual acts, talk of pissing, Author's Notes: First time experience fic. You might want to look up the term, "glory hole" first if you don't know what it is.
After looking through aisle after aisle of some of the most ridiculously titled movies on the planet, not to mention the foray into the BDSM section that lead to a mock battle between Dom and Billy with long, leather paddles wielded as if they were light sabers, Dom needed to take a piss. It had been a long night of partying and carousing, and he was frankly more than a little drunk. Weaving his way over to Billy, he rested one hand on top of the rack and looked at the section of movies with a twisted smile. "You seen a men's somewhere about, Bills?" he asked as he held up one of the boxes, his head tilting at the picture on the cover.
Billy glanced up over the top of the box he was studying, then turned it to show Dom the cover, "You see this? 'Intercourse with the Vampire'?" he chuckled, shaking his head as he placed it back on the shelf. "You need the men's room? Here?" Billy asked, his lip curling in distaste as he looked around the slightly shabby shoppe. The rest of the group was a few rows over, being entirely too loud as they compared videos. Though he could drink most of them under the table, and they had been doing quite a bit of elbow bending over the course of the evening, still Billy had already decided to give the loo here a pass. It was getting to the point of being uncomfortable now, though, and he didn't want to get caught using the alley. "Aye, it's back this way, I'll show you," he offered.
Dom gave a little snort at the title of the movie Billy showed him, and placed his own selection back on the shelf. "Ta, mate, I'm starting to see yellow," he said in an amused tone as Billy led the way towards the back of the store. Trailing along after him, none too steady on his legs, Dom's eyes were continually drawn to the bright, dirty pictures on the boxes they were passing. When they got to the darkened hallway with a long row of doors leading to separate booths, he didn't really think anything of it, other than that it was a little posh for a shoppe like the one they were in. Passing the doors, Dom noticed some scrawled writing on each of them, and asked, "Glory hole? Is that what I think it is?"
Billy paused in front of an unlocked booth, squinting to read the scribbled writing on the door. Then with a laugh, and a delighted grin, he looked back over at Dom, "I think it is!" Leaning in closer to him, he said in a low voice, "Must have hookers on the other side." The two men stood and looked at one another for a moment as they processed this, then let out surprised laughter in unison. Suddenly looking a little shy, Billy asked in an unmistakably excited tone, "Are you going to give it a go?" Because obviously, you can't be the only perv in the group, or they will take the piss out of you for all of eternity about it, this he knew without a doubt.
"Um," Dom said, rocking his head on his long neck as he mulled it over, just a little uncomfortable. It wasn't something he had ever given much thought, but now presented with the option in flesh and blood, it did excite him a bit. He was trying to read Billy, to see if the other man had the inclination to go through with it. Sucking in his lower lip, he ran his tongue over it before announcing his decision. "Yeah, I'll have a go. How often do you find a place like this? You almost have to try it," he said, his voice low, and his cheeks flushing with colour. He was trying to talk Billy into it, just in case the other man had any doubts.
Billy gave a little bounce, and reached for the door handle, "That's exactly what I was thinking," he said as his eyes lit up. "See you back out here in about ten, yeah? And, uh, let's not tell the others about this, right?" he asked with raised brows. It wasn't as though Billy frequented whores, there was just something about the idea of completely anonymous sex that piqued his interest. If he hadn't had quite so much to drink he probably never would have even considered it. He waited for Dom's agreement to the terms before ducking inside of the booth and locking the door behind him. It was a fairly dark room, and the walls on either side didn't go all of the way up to the ceiling. And there, a few feet up the walls on either side of the room, were holes big enough to fit a baseball through. There was also a sink, and a commode, which he made quick use of.
A little relieved that Billy didn't want to make this one of their funny stories to tell, Dom quickly agreed to the arrangement. Once Billy was locked away in his booth, Dom moved along to the next door, taking a calming breath before entering the small cubicle and locking himself inside. It was much the same as the one Billy had gone into, from what he could tell from the flash he'd seen of it as the other man had gone inside. Right off he went to relieve himself, then cleaned up, figuring he should at least be considerate that way. The entire time he kept looking from one of the holes to the other, wondering who, or what, was on the other side. Nothing seemed to be happening, and he got closer to one of the holes, wanting to take a peek at the other side.
As he dried his hands after freshening up, his trousers still left hanging open, Billy approached one of the holes in the wall. There was crude writing all over the surface indicating that he should shove his willy through the hole, instructions which he didn't really need. Between all of the images on the boxes he'd been looking at, and the thought that there would be a warm, wet, welcoming hole of some kind on the other side, he was more than ready to comply. Still, as he lined up he gave himself a few long strokes, then began feeding his length through the thin wall. Briefly he wondered if he was supposed to pay before or after, but he imagined they would tell him if he was going about things wrong.
Just as Dom was about to have a peek through the hole, someone started pushing their cock in through it. His own suit slacks were still gaping, and hanging down low, tripping him up a little as he jumped back in surprise. So there would be no hookers, it was more of a do unto others sort of thing, he realized. Scratching nervously at the scruff on the side of his face, he contemplated what he should do. He'd always been a little bi-curious, and this seemed like the perfect situation in which to try that out. No faces, no names, just two blokes getting one another off. Or at least him getting the other bloke off. Reaching out a tentative hand, he let his fingers brush out lightly over the exposed length to the tip. The other person responded by slamming up harder against the wall, straining to get as much as possible through the hole. With a devilish smile, Dom curled his fingers around the prick and gave it a stroke, surprised at how suddenly hard he had become.
Feeling particularly exposed and vulnerable, Billy stood with his body pressed close to the questionably clean surface. What if there was someone with evil intentions on the other side? What if Lorena Bobbit was over there? He was three seconds away from pulling back out when he felt the softest brush of fingers over his cock. It sent an erotic flush of heat to every nerve in his body, and he grabbed at the top of the wall, hooking his fingers over the thin material as he flattened himself against it. Sod how dirty it might be, he could always shower when he got back to his hotel room. The hand that gripped him felt bigger than his own, wrapping his circumference easily, and he realized that it might not be a woman. In fact, it was hardly likely to be. At this point he no longer cared, and it sort of added an element to what was happening. As the hand began stroking him, he moved into it, softly muttering, "Oh, yeah, that's nice."
It was a handsome cock; thick, long, uncut, much like his own. Yet the colouring was slightly different, more pink, and what he could see of the hair surrounding it was a brownish red. He gave the man a few more pulls, his rings bumping over the ridge of the head, and he wondered if the bloke on the other side liked the feel of that as much as he did. A little stream of pre-cum was starting to flow from the end, and Dom chewed his lower lip before making up his mind. In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought. He shoved his trousers down off of his hips, then hunkered down in front of the hole, gripping his own cock in one hand as he took the man's in his other. Stroking them both to the same rhythm at first, he paused, his thumb caressing over the sensitive little dip in the head of the man's cock. In a flash, he dipped his head and licked at the clear fluid, the pointy tip of his tongue just barely making contact. The taste wasn't all that different from his own, and he enjoyed the curse that came to him from over the wall.
Feeling as though the other man was only toying with him, Billy was still enjoying the goings on well enough. Even if he didn't get off, he knew this was enough to provide him with fantasy material for decades. Never in a million years would he have ever experimented with another man, but doing it anonymously felt freeing, and kinky as fuck. Every little touch, every sensation, was magnified a hundred times over, bringing him up on the tip of his toes as he clung to the wall. The little, warm, wet, flick of tongue didn't escape him, and he shook the partition as he thrust up against it, seeking more, a hoarse, "Fuck!" escaping him. "Come on, come on, come on, do it, why don't you?" he whispered urgently, more to himself than anything. He needed more, wanted so much more.
Straightening up, his knees aching, Dom shuffled closer to the wall. He brushed the head of his cock against the one protruding through the hole, then wrapped his hand around both at once. It was fascinating, and delightfully sinful, to feel the rub of silky skin against his, while they were both so incredibly hard underneath. Closing his eyes to shut out the vision of the filthy room, he reached up and gripped the top of the wall as he pressed close and stroked them both. His thumb sought out the thick vein on the side of the other man's prick, and followed it with every long slide along it. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and he loved it. Without realizing it, his mouth was gaping open in pleasure, and he strained for every sound coming from over the top of the booth. "It's good, yeah?" he said breathily, not sure if he was even loud enough to be heard.
It was so odd not being able to see what was being done and having to figure it out moment by moment. To have no control whatsoever over what the other person was doing, or was going to do. Billy felt almost detached from himself, as if all he was, was a cock. That was all, and everything within his body was focused on what he was feeling. The sensation of his cock being pressed tight and stroked against another was nearly unmistakable, no matter if he'd never felt it before. Gasping, his eyes fluttered closed as heat gathered low in his belly. "Oh, Christ, you're going to undo me," he moaned softly. Surging forward over and over again, the pulse of electricity in his groin grew more and more intense. Panting, there was no other thought in his head, only the incredible ecstasy of the other man's touch. Shifting one aching hand along the top of the wall, he brushed against the other man's hand, and felt himself rushing headlong over the edge.
There was the touch of a hand against Dom's on the top of the wall, then an eruption of long white strands of fluid shot out from the other man, coating his hand and cock. Dom's eyes popped open just in time to see the last burst as it arced up and splattered down over his rigid staff. Letting out a surprised whine, his hand sped up as his head dropped back. The added lubrication helped him along, as did the mental image of his having made another man come. Before he knew it he was caught in a flaming eruption of fire that lit his entire being up, and drew a wordless litany from him. He would have sworn in that moment that he was nothing more than a blinding flash of light. Dom's fluids mixed with the other man's, slicking them both up further as his hand eased and slowed, then stopped.
Shaking and cursing, Billy came hard, the barrier between the two men shaking with the force of it. The other man didn't release him when he was through, but kept at it, and it was nearly painful. Thankfully that didn't last long, and the extra strokes had pulled a bit more of his orgasm out of him. The really incredible part, or at least an incredible part, was the feeling of another cock throbbing and twitching against his as it unloaded, hot and slick. All of the sounds coming to him from over the thin partition were a music of their own, and he stored them away in his memory for later. When it was all over, and the hand came away from his prick, he shuffled over to the commode and collapsed onto the seat, his legs like jelly.
Light-headed now, Dom let go of both cocks, then dropped down onto the toilet behind him. His body shook with after-shocks for several long moments, and he panted to catch his breath. Slowly he turned his hand over in front of himself, as if he couldn't believe that it was his, the thick liquids on it glistening in the light of the room. He'd really done it; he'd actually brought off another man, and himself to boot. In his inebriated, sexual haze, it was taking time for it all to sink in. Right now he really wanted to take a nap, but then he remembered that Billy, and the rest of their group, would be waiting for him. Getting up, he stumbled over to the sink and washed himself up, before putting his clothes mostly right and heading out the door.
Recovering slowly, Billy leaned down with his elbows on his knees, his head hanging. "Now that was one for the record books," he said quietly, laughing afterward. "Wasn't at all what I expected, but I might have a go at it again sometime," he said lightly, talking to himself. He suspected that this would be something he would never tell another living soul as long as he lived, but he didn't regret it, either. Gathering his wits about himself, he remembered that the others would be waiting for him, and pried himself up off of the bowl. When he finished washing away the remnants of his encounter at the sink, he did up his trousers. Just on his way out the door, tucking in the tails of his shirt, he bumped into Dom. Glancing back into the room for signs of what had happened, he looked back at the other man, and lied in hushed tones, "Nothing happened. I waited and waited, but there was no whore."
Billy failed to see him when he came out, and Dom had to grip Billy's upper arm to steady himself after they collided. Surprised, Dom looked up and saw through the lie, but decided to be gracious about it. Whatever had happened to Billy was his business. Shrugging, Dom looked down as he straightened his clothes. "Yeah. No hookers in mine, either. They must not really use those things," he said, not really lying, but not telling the whole truth, either. Brushing his hands nervously over his thighs, he looked back up at Billy, then pointed down the hallway. "Shall we rejoin the others?" he asked, leading the way when Billy nodded his assent.