msilverstar (msilverstar) wrote in push_pull_push, @ 2008-05-12 13:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | dom/billy 2000 |
Fic: "The Good Ones More Than Once" (Billy/Dom, New Zealand, 2000)
Title: The Good Ones More Than Once
Authors: msilverstar and unstealthy
Pairing: Billy/Dom, Elijah
Rating: NC-17, warning for some S&M
Disclaimer: Completely untrue, absolute fiction.
Summary: In New Zealand, kinky sex is new and exciting, but it sometimes leaks out into the rest of their lives.
Notes For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Push-Pull-Push Master List.
Billy's been eying the black leather slapper for days now, ever since Dom bought it at the that shop. It's not more than a few stiff pieces of leather bound together with a handle, but it looks serious. And easier on the hand than spanking, the which Billy has been doing for several minutes, with Dom urging him to hit harder. Finally Billy growls, "I'll do you harder," and pushes Dom onto the bed, so Billy can move to get the slapper. "Take off your jeans, while you're there," Billy orders as he goes.
"Yeah, harder," Dom growls as he struggles to untangle himself from the jeans around his ankles. His arse is glowing pleasantly and his cock is rock hard, but he can always take more of whatever Billy wants to dish out.
Turning back to the bed, slapper in his hand, Billy's struck by the fabulously decadent sight of Dom on his knees and elbows, arse up in the air, wordlessly begging to be hit. He shoves his own jeans and pants down, then walks back, saying, "Here's harder for you," and brings the slapper down in the middle of Dom's arse. It makes such a loud noise that Billy stops a moment, stunned.
"Bloody hell!" Dom yells. It's fantastic: the noise, the feel of it. Nothing more happens, however, and Dom looks over his shoulder. "More? Please?"
"Impatient wanker," Billy says fondly, and hits Dom with the slapper again, on his left cheek and on his right. It makes a ferocious noise, but doesn't seem to be damaging Dom in any way.
"Yeah, god, yeah." Dom moans. "I've been bad. Need you to hurt me. Please." And Billy obliges, hitting Dom over and over with the slapper, his arse and thighs, until both of them are sweating and panting.
The slapper's getting slippery in Billy's hand, and he's as aroused as he can possibly get without exploding, so he drops the thing and drapes himself over Dom's back. Touching Dom, feeling the heat of his arse against Billy's crotch and the way he squirms when Billy runs a hand round to Dom's chest is outrageously sexy. "Want to fuck you," he tells Dom, rubbing against his skin, sliding a little because they're both so sweaty, "going to fuck you, hard."
When Dom's arse is on fire like this, he can feel Billy fuck him all the more. "Please," he moans. "Want you."
Out of bed, Dom never begs for anything, so it's all the better when he does. Billy leans over to get the lube and smears it on his fingers, pulling his body back a little to slip his hand between them and push two fingers right up Dom's arse.
All Dom can do is moan in response as Billy's fingers penetrate him and rub against his prostate. The hair on Billy's skin feels rough against Dom's arse, making Dom gasp and want more, want to feel Billy's hips pumping against him. "Yours, I'm yours."
Billy knows that Dom likes it rough, and he's gotten used to it, finally able to stop worrying about hurting him and just fuck him. Though there are times he likes to tie Dom to the bed and tease him for ages. But for now, he turns his hand round to guide his cock to Dom's arsehole, and pushes.
Dom can't help crying out as Billy's cock stretches his hole. So much sensation, it makes him forget everything else and focus. "Yeah, it's good, please Billy, more!"
Closing his eyes, Billy presses in, penetrating Dom, so hot and tight. "Dom, yeah, it's good, fantastic," he says breathlessly. When his cock is all the way in, Billy groans in pleasure, then stops for just a moment to kiss the middle of Dom's back. At Dom's pleas for more, Billy braces himself, and starts pumping in and out, moving just far enough for them both to feel it.
"Oh fuckfuckfuck," Dom mutters. The angle's perfect, the constant rubbing of Billy's hips against his sensitised arse sending jolts of pleasure to his cock. He can hear Billy's panting, heaving breaths, feel them on his back, and the awareness of Billy's excitement makes heat flood Dom's body. It's not long before Dom can feel his climax approaching rapidly, and he tumbles into his orgasm with a yell.
When Dom comes to, Billy's shuddering against him and groaning into Dom's skin. "Fucking amazing," Dom manages. "Love you, Bill."
~~~
The cup of hot tea finally wakes up Billy properly the next morning. He has no memory of getting up, showering (his hair doesn't itch), or being driven (thank goodness) to the warehouse set. But here he is, so he must have done. He doesn't remember a bloody thing since pulling put of Dom's arse and wiping himself off a bit. He blinks sleepily around the room, down to the new bloke gluing on his feet, over to Dom, who has his headphones on and eyes closed, rocking out to some CD in his own little world. A make-up artist brushes by, her tray bumping Billy's bicep, and it hurts, really hurts, so much he nearly dumps his tea over the himself and the foot bloke.
Dom's oblivious. Oblivious to Billy's aches and pains, anyhow. It's not until he's settling himself into his seat on Treebeard that his own sore bum begins to make itself felt. He can't get comfortable, even more than usual; no matter how much he wriggles and shifts, he's in pain. Why didn't they think of this last night? Clearly they weren't thinking about anything much last night, other than getting -- and giving -- as much pleasure as possible. Not the consequences.
It's a long, painful day, and by the end, other muscles in Dom's body are aching too, from compensating for the fact that he's having to sit even more awkwardly than usual. When they're let down for the last time, Dom can barely walk, and Billy has to help him back to the dressing-room. No-one comments much, though. They've seen where the hobbits have to sit and are just grateful it isn't them.
Elijah's waiting for them in the dressing room, having got out earlier, and lets out a long, cackling laugh when he sees the two hobbling hobbits.
"Shut your face and get me a beer," Dom says, easing himself gingerly into his seat to have his feet removed.
"Two," Billy says, rubbing his arm, "and some ice for our poor sore bits ."
"I'm not your servant," Elijah grumbles, but he goes off to the craft services area and grabs the two most awful lite beers he can find, and two bottles of Stella (which he hides under his shirt). When he gets back to Dom and Billy, he puts on his second-most-innocent face and offers them the beer cans.
"Cheers," Dom says, takes one gulp of the beer and gives an exclamation of disgust. "What the bloody hell's this, Elwood?"
"Beer, you wanted beer, right?" Elijah asks, keeping from laughing by sheer force of will.
"Billy, this Yank is insulting us with some sort of watery beer substitute," Dom says, holding up the can for Billy to see.
If only they were in the open, Billy knows the beer would be all over Elijah for this. "Oh, he's just a wee babe, and American," Billy says, thickening his accent and adding a bit of pity, "how could he possibly know what decent beer is?"
"You're right," Dom says, stretching in his seat and showing off his belly as his shirt rides up. "Although I thought you'd have learnt the difference by now, Lij. Have we taught you nothing?"
"Just that you have weird taste in beer," Elijah says, turning around and getting out the bottles, then turning back "ta-dah!"
"That'll get you off this time," Billy says reaching longingly for the bottle.
Elijah giggles as he offers them the good stuff, and says, "Get me off! Not a fucking chance, hands off me, unless you suddenly grow boobs!"
"He's a lost cause, Bill," Dom sighs dramatically, taking the bottle of Stella off Elijah, opening it and taking a long, satisfying pull. One foot is now mostly off, and they drink and swap the day's stories with Elijah as feet, wigs and ears are removed. With relief, Dom pulls off his costume and stands at the sink in his boxers, scrubbing his face.
It's not that Elijah means to look, but Dom's legs are right there, and they're pasty British white, except where there are stark pink lines running across them. Angry-looking. And while Elijah is trying not to look, Dom leans down and rubs a thigh, presses one of the lines and hisses like it really hurts.
Billy says, "Hey Dom, the can of shite beer is good for something!" He demonstrates by putting it between his legs and sighing happily as the cold hits his crotch in the places where the bloody bicycle seat in Treebeard had pressed.
Water dripping from his face and hands, Dom turns and grins to see what Billy's doing. "Nice one!" He scrubs the back of his neck and fumbles for a towel, pressing it to his face as he turns from the sink. The rejected beer can is beside his chair, and he bends to pick it up, holding it against the back of his thigh. "Ah, yeah. Ice'd be better though, Lij, did you bring any?"
As Dom bends over, his shorts ride up and Elijah can see more lines, the ends of them, as though they're all over Dom's ass. "Um, forgot," Elijah says, and runs out of there, into the air where he can breathe. He's not entirely sure what he saw. It probably isn't from Treebeard. And Dom's not making a big deal out of it, which he does about most things that hurt, like the splinter. He doesn't look beat up. By the time Elijah gets to this conclusion, he's gotten the ice pads. If he'd seen someone he knew, someone he could trust like Viggo or Ian, he'd have asked them, but they're off shooting with Orli and there's no one around he can talk to.
Dom pulls on a t-shirt, then watches appreciatively as Billy gets changed. Feeling like an old man, Dom puts his hands in the small of his back and arches his spine with a groan. "I'm never going to have children," he says, and then because they're temporarily alone, he adds, his voice low, "but if it means I get last night a few more times, I can live with it."
"Yeah?" Billy says, pulling his t-shirt down, "wasn't it a bit much? You couldn't sit properly all day." He feels guilty about that, he should have held back with the slapper or put ice on after, or something. Dom'll never limit anything, not when he's in that kind of mood. It's clearly up to Billy. He takes the can of beer, still quite cold, and moves it across Dom's arse.
"Mmmyeah," Dom says with a sigh. "Nah, wasn't too much. I trust you." He turns around and grins at Billy.
Elijah gets back just in time to see them kissing, which is a little too intimate, even with fellow Hobbits. But kindof hot, in a two-chick-porn-flick kind of way, except of course for the guys and best friends part. He coughs and says loudly, "Ice, getcher nice cold ice here!" and throws the packs at them.
It's easy for Billy to catch the first without moving away from Dom, but the second one escapes him and he turns at Elijah's squeaky laugh, as more packs rain down on them. "That's a lot of ice, d'you think we need to be deep frozen?" Billy asks.
"Obviously anyone in close proximity to me all day will need cooling off," Dom points out with another grin.
Billy smirks, "I'll show you close proximity," and suddenly slides an icepack down the back of Dom's jeans, giving his arse a nice squeeze before scooting away behind Elijah.
Dom lets out a shriek that would do Billy credit, and dances around, trying to fish the ice out of his shorts. "Fuck, that's cold!" He finally retrieves it and lobs it clumsily at Billy. "Bloody sadistic Scot."
Twisting out from between the two of them, Elijah makes for the doorway, ready to bolt if necessary.
But when Billy says, "That's why you love me, you masochistic Manc," and slaps Dom's ass, hard, Elijah can't seem to move. He's frozen, waiting to see what Dom will do.
The sting on his arse makes Dom let out a gasping laugh and leap in the air. "Fuck!" He turns to Lij. "See what I've got to put up with?"
"And you love every second of it," Billy says. He'd push Dom down on the couch and go to it right now if Elijah wasn't standing there, a deer-in-the-headlights look about him. "Sorry," Billy says to Elijah, "we've been on our own so much lately..."
Elijah says, "Um, guys? Should I just leave?"
"Sorry, mate," Dom says, realising that Elijah is intensely uncomfortable. He's also realising that what he and Billy get up to in private wouldn't be considered normal by quite a lot of people, gay or straight. Problem is, sometimes it leaks out a bit into a less private setting, such as this. Should they feel ashamed? Keep it hidden? Spare other people's feelings? It's not something Dom's ever had to worry about before.
~~~
He ceases to worry about it almost immediately, as their priorities become a) getting to a place where they can drink beer and b) drinking beer. Elijah seems to relax again as soon as he's got a couple of drinks inside him, and they discuss their plans for their day off tomorrow. Dom feels for the millionth time since arriving in New Zealand, that he's never been happier in his life, and it's only when Elijah nudges him hard that he becomes aware that he's gazing at the back view of Billy standing at the bar.
"Don't you ever get your mind out of his pants?" Elijah demands. They are so fucking lovey-dovey that he feels weirded out about spending time with them. Not so much the gay sex part, but the third-wheel part.
"Is that bad?" Dom grins, and then winces involuntarily as the edge of his chair presses against the welts on his thighs.
"It's boooooring." Elijah misses the fun they had before. And he's wondering what's making Dom's ass hurt so much, but he's not going to ask that now, oh no. Maybe when he's had more beer.
"Sorry for not keeping you as entertained as you'd like," Dom says, his sore bum making him less tolerant than usual.
But Dom does perk up when Billy comes back, and Elijah can tell that they're trying to include him more. Less of the finishing sentences for each other and more of the funny stories about Treebeard, and they're gratifyingly interested in how the crew is combining Andy and CGI-Gollum. Interesting implications, if it works. Could take someone's face and paste it on someone else's body. Weird thoughts.
Billy's sitting across the table from Dom, their feet tangled together in a friendly fashion. Problem is, Dom's arse really is sore now, mainly compounded by sitting on the heinous Treebeard seats all day. Billy shoots him funny looks every time Dom shifts in his chair or rather obviously grits his teeth. As they drink more, the tone of the conversation starts to deteriorate somewhat. Dom forgets sometimes just how young Elijah is, he's got so much life experience. Up to a point. He's got some filthy stories to tell, anyway.
Elijah keeps thinking about the motion capture implications for actors, keeps coming back to it, turning it around, trying to find an upside instead of the obvious problems. "Ah ha!" he finally says, as Billy's going off to the bathroom, "OK, it's good for something. You could get off the damn tree seat, Dom, and have your own face on there later."
"Have a stunt double sitting in the tree you mean?" Dom grins. "Would be nice not to have my balls crushed, definitely. Are you up for the job?"
Snorting, Elijah says, "Not a chance in hell, dude!" Dom can always get him riled up, it's like he knows exactly the buttons to push to drive Elijah nuts.
"Some friend you are," Dom says, mock-offended.
"I am a friend," Elijah says, "and Dom, I wanted to ask you." He takes a breath, and blurts out, "What the fuck is Billy doing to you? Is he, like, hurting you?"
"I. Um." Dom's tongue-tied. Without Billy here, he doesn't know what to answer. Elijah's his closest friend after Billy, and he's got every right to ask this question, but Dom's not sure what to tell him that won't freak him out. He gives a half-laugh, and then says weakly, "Been checking out my arse, mate?"
"Hard to ignore, you shake it in my face all the time," Elijah says, automatically . But he's not letting Dom off that easily. "It's not just taking it up the ass, shit, even I know that. So, um, what?"
"I'm not sure I should say anything when Billy's not here," Dom says, staring into his pint, unable to look Elijah in the eye. "This is just as much to do with him, you know."
The thought of talking about this with Billy makes Elijah quail a bit. But all the afterschool-specials about spousal abuse that Elijah's ever seen go running through his head, and he stands firm. "Ya gotta tell me, if he's like, jealous or controlling. You don't have to endure it alone, Dom."
"What, you think he's..." Ohmygod. Dom snorts with laughter. "Lij, mate, seriously, did you think Billy would be capable of that? Of physically abusing me?" He looks at Elijah's face, all seriousness and concern, and although Dom's a bit drunk he manages to compose himself. "No. Don't worry. It's all consensual." As the words pop out of his mouth he realises he's probably given more away than Billy would be happy with. But it's out there now. He sighs.
Elijah feels giddy, lightheaded with relief. He raises his glass and salutes Dom with it, drinking and hiding a little at the same time.
"That's all right then," Billy says, apropos of nothing as he puts three more glasses of beer on the table and sits next to Dom. "So, what've I missed?" Elijah giggles and turns away, so Billy looks at Dom enquiringly.
"You've missed finding out that Elijah's had his eye on my arse recently," Dom says, with a wink at Elijah. He rests his hand on Billy's arm. "Don't get jealous, Bill, I made him realise you're the only hobbit for me."
"You've a very nice arse," Billy says, "no wonder he's been looking at it." There's something mystifying going on here, but he knows Dom can't keep a secret from him for very long, whatever it is will come out soon enough.
"Oh, d'you think?" Dom says, batting his eyelashes at Billy.
To Elijah's relief, they seem to be their usual selves, taking the piss out of each other at regular intervals.
"I'd invite you to show it off, but it's a bit too public in here, and you've some serious bruises... Oh," Billy says, finally realising what Lij must have seen. He rubs his mouth and tries to decide how to talk about it.
"Yeah." Dom nods. "Lij was worried that you were knocking me about, I told him not to worry, that it's consensual." Dom grins at Billy, hoping he hasn't said too much.
Billy nods. "It's my mission," he says to Elijah seriously, "to fulfill every single one of his nasty dirty pornographic fantasies. And the good ones more than once."
Dom snorts with laughter into his beer. "It's the only reason I took him on," he says, still laughing.
Elijah's laughing too, though it's coming out as sortof a high-pitched giggle. He manages to say, "So it wasn't for his tall dark handsome manly beauty?"
"Oi," Billy says, cuffing both of them, "I've been told I have a short pale manly beauty, I'll have you know."
"Look at that chest hair," Dom says, pointing to the undone portion of Billy's shirt that, as usual, displays a mouth-wateringly tantalising amount of Billy underneath. "How is that not manly? How can you resist it?"
"No boobs!" Elijah says, "no boobs and no pussy, it's just one of those things." On this set, there's kindof a lot of manly beauty, and if anything was going to make Elijah gay, or even bi, he thinks it would have by now.
"Yeah, but Bill's got so much more to offer than mere physical beauty," Dom says. "Haven't you, Bill?"
"I'm very good at fulfilling dirty and pornographic fantasies," Billy says, brightly. He pitches his voice low and says, "Surely you have some of those."
"I know I have," Dom says, nodding seriously.
Elijah throws his hands up in surrender. When they gang up on him, he has no fucking chance. And he can do without discussing his pornographic fantasies at the moment. "You win," he says, "I give up. I'll get the next round."
"Good lad, off you go then," Dom says, grinning happily. When Elijah heads to the bar, Dom turns to Billy. "Well I think that went as well as it possibly could, don't you?"
Billy nods, giving Dom's thigh an encouraging squeeze. "Yeah, he's a good mate, he'll be all right," and lifts his glass. "Cheers, Dom."