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Title: Favor
Pairing: bb/dm
Rating: R
Summary: Dom’s too drunk to move and needs a favor
Notes: For [personal profile] dreambastion in return for a bet I’ve long since lost. Thanks to [profile] rynalwyn for the very quick beta and whose advice I may have ignored. (Nobody gets a POV.)

“Hey, Bill?”

Hearing Dom in the bedroom, Billy stopped in the hall on his way to the kitchen. “Yeah?”

“Mind if I ask you a favor?”

Billy walked backwards, leaning in the bedroom doorway. Dom lay on his stomach, his face buried into the duvet. “Yeah, Dom?”

Dom rolled onto his back and hung his head over the side of the bed. “I think I’m too drunk to move.”

“You just did.”

“Did I?”

Billy walked over to the side of the bed and sat on his haunches, running a hand through Dom’s sweaty hair. “You did. You rolled over.”

“Oh. You look funny upside-down, Billy. Upside-down-Billy.” Closing his eyes, Dom laughed. Billy laughed with him and Dom opened his eyes wanting to see that. Billy laughing.

“You were going to ask me a favor.”

“Was I?”

“I think you need some sleep.”

“No. I remember. I was going to ask you something.” Dom reached both hands to awkwardly rest on Billy’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “C’mere. Closer. I have to whisper it.”

Leaning his head closer, Billy smelled the alcohol on Dom’s breath. Sweet, rather than unpleasant, reminding him of nights spent in the pub. He dropped to his knees as Dom reached up to cup his face, tugging.

“Closer, closer.” Finally, close enough, Dom stretched his neck slightly to force their lips together. For a moment, it was just that; two sets of lips pressing against one another. And then, Billy tasted it and wondered why he’d never sought it out before.

His hands found their way to Dom’s face, holding and caressing him in much the same way Dom was holding and caressing him. The kiss deepened and Billy tasted the sugary, slightly sticky, very fruity alcohol on Dom’s lips. He wondered what Dom had been drinking. Something red and slightly fizzy, he remembered. Billy purposely licked across Dom’s lips and dove his tongue into a willing mouth, searching out more of the flavor. Something very, very sweet.

Dom slowly twisted from his position to turn their upside-down kiss right side up, pulling Billy up by the shoulders of shirt as he went. Billy followed, not wanting to end his hunt. His tongue slid over warm tongue. Glided over smooth teeth. Reached over gums. Tickled the ridges at the roof of Dom’s mouth. Searching. Greedy. He let himself be pulled and tumbled forward, resting on Dom’s chest.

Reaching his hands underneath Billy’s shirt, Dom scraped his nails over Billy’s back, pressing his fingertips against his shoulder blades. His hands slid up, roughly massaging Billy’s neck, tangling in his hair. The tee shirt stretched as Dom attempted to pull it off. Unwilling to stop their kiss, Billy’s arms were slowly raised above his head by the shirt sleeves.

“Shirt, Bill. Shirt.” Talking around lips and tongue, Dom yanked, tossing the shirt aside.

“Ow! Shirt burn!” Billy rolled onto his side and rubbed his chin.

“Let me see.” Dom rolled to face Billy, taking one of his wrists in hand and pulling Billy’s hand away from his throat. Dom looked and then pressed a kiss to the abused skin, dragging his tongue across the raspy stubble.

“What were you drinking tonight?”

“Mai Tai’s.”

“Very good.”

“You think?”

Leaning forward to give Dom’s a quick lick, he answered, “Very. In fact, it’s all you should drink from now on.” He pressed their lips together again, eager to resume his tasting. Dom pulled his mouth away, laughing when Billy followed.

“Wait. I haven’t asked you my favor, yet.”

“I don’t think you’re very drunk.”

“But I am. You’re very intoxicating.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. What happened to ‘I’m too drunk to move’?”

“Lulling you into a false sense of security?”

“I think it worked.” Grabbing a handful of hair, Billy leaned in, pushing their mouths back together again.

Dom rolled them over to partially lay on top of Billy, and let Billy kiss him. He loved how Billy’s hand would curl around his cheek, fingers playing with his ear. How their noses would smoodge against one another’s. How his other hand would… He smiled into the kiss, feeling the hand creep lower, beneath the fabric of his boxers. Feeling fingers stretch and reach, Dom pulled his mouth away again. “So, I still haven’t asked you my favor.”

“Have I been stopping you?”

“Distracting me, I would say.”

“I’m very sorry,” Billy said, trying to look appropriately contrite.

“I’m sure you are.”

“You’re very distracting.” Billy stretched up, kissing the corner of Dom’s mouth.

Giving in momentarily, Dom kissed back, pressing Billy’s head onto the mattress then raised back up. “You’re being very sappy.”

“You’re the one who said I was intoxicating.”

“You are.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welc—oh! Wow. Yeah. Don’t stop that.” Billy had finally managed to slide one finger inside Dom, but was finding it very difficult to do more than press to the first knuckle. Resting his forehead into the crook of Billy’s neck, Dom tried to angle his body to give him more access.

“Be a lot easier without your jeans on.”

“Brings me back to my favor.”

“Does it?”

“It does.”

“And what was that?”

“Was going to ask you to…” Dom bit into Billy’s flesh, loudly humming his approval of what Billy’s hand was now doing to him. He arched his back, trying to force Billy’s fingers to slide further into him. He felt Billy’s other hand in his hair, pulling his head up. “Damn. That’s going to leave a mark, isn’t it?”

“More. I need more.”

“Take your trousers off.”


“Is it related to your trousers?”

“Directly.” Dom lips tilted up as he began grinding his hips into Billy’s.

Billy traced his hand through the sheen of sweat covering Dom’s back, matching his movements. He tried to add another finger inside of Dom but found it hard to move his hand, pinned between skin and denim. Moving his hips against Dom’s, he moaned into their kiss. “Not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”

Holding Billy’s shoulders down against the mattress, Dom rubbed their covered erections together. He watched as Billy’s mouth fell open, his chest heaving, as his release approached. A drop of sweat fell from his face onto Billy’s and ran down his cheek.

Billy pulled his hand out of Dom’s jeans and used both hands to grab at his ass, tightly pressing their bodies together. He felt the muscles in his body clench moments before the heat coursed through his body and he cried out Dom’s name. Dom followed, feeling his crash through his body.

They lay, their breathing harsh in the quiet of the room. Dom rolled off Billy. He propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at him and swirling the damp chest hairs through his fingers. Billy stroked Dom’s neck, exhaling loudly. “Did you still want to ask me for a favor?”

Dom pulled on the waistband of his jeans, his boxers sticking to his skin. “Was going to ask you to help me get undressed.”

“Was that all?”

“Well, was planning on seducing you in the process.”

“Good plan. Too tired to help you now.”

“S’alright. Too tired to seduce you again.”


Dom smiled, leaning to rest his head in the crook of Billy’s neck. “Do me a favor?”

Billy pulled him a bit closer, settling down and closing his eyes. “What’s that?”

“Help me clean up?” Dom snuggled closer, closing his eyes as well and deeply inhaling Billy’s scent.


“Alright. Later.”


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