Jan. 13th, 2003 12:25 am
Fic: The Play. Act II (of 4)
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See Act I for the stuff that goes here
Billy calmly followed Dom into the cab, gave the driver their hotel name and relaxed into his seat as the cab pulled away. He look over at Dominic, who was slouched in the corner, his leg pressed against Billy's again. One of Dominic's feet tapped impatiently, his fingers keeping rhythm on his knees, his head turned to look out the window.
Billy smirked, reaching over to stroke one his hands. "Patience."
A few minutes later, the cab slowed to a stop, behind a long row of cars, their red brake lights stretching endlessly. Dominic sat up in his seat, craning his neck around to look out the front windshield.
The driver stopped the cab completely, shifting in his seat as though he expected to be there a while. Dominic touched his shoulder and asked, "What's going on?"
"Don't know, probably an accident up ahead." The driver absently waved his hand towards the line of cars in front of them.
"Do you know another way around?"
Dominic heard Billy chuckle while the driver studiously ignored him. Feeling a hand tug on his shoulder, he fell back into his seat with an exagerated sigh. Dominic crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked out the side window again.
After a few minutes of silence, Billy asked, "So, how long have you been a cab driver?"
Dominic rolled his eyes. This was all he needed. He began to wonder if Billy was trying to kill him.
"Since 1988."
"Wow. You must have so many stories."
"The things I could tell you. I've seen it all."
"I bet you have. What's the worst?"
The cab driver started laughing, "I think some people believe they've rented a room..." Billy laughed along with the driver, encouraging him to go on. "What is it now? About five years ago..."
Dominic drew in a sudden breath as he felt a hand begin to knead his upper thigh. He turned his head to look at Billy.
"So this girl takes off her top, right in the back..."
Billy is watching the driver in the rearview mirror. "And this other girl starts kissing her..."
Dominic quickly looked back out the side window as Billy's hand slid further up to cover the bulge in his trousers. Dominic bit the inside of his cheek to keep from gasping. Dropping his arms to clutch at the seat, he struggled not to move into the caress.
"And the guy, he's just sitting there watching so I figure he's probably jacking off 'cause I can't see his hands, you know..."
Billy made a noise of consent, nodding his head. The driver laughed, his attention now out the front window as the line of cars moves up a bit.
Dominic shifted in his seat, trying hard not to buck his hips or cry out. Billy's hand stroked his erection through his dress trousers, the thin material growing damp. Dominic leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes. His hands opened and closed reflexively on the worn cloth of the seat.
"So finally, the girls are just going at it and I say..."
The driver stopped talking to answer a call on his radio. Billy's hand did not stop as he watched the driver in the mirror. Dominic brought a hand up to his mouth, biting the knuckle of his thumb. Billy's hand was building up a long, steady rhythm, designed to tease but not strong enough to bring relief.
The line of traffic began moving faster, the cab now speeding along. Billy flashed a look to Dominic, then returned his eyes to the rearview mirror. "So...what happened then?"
The driver laughed, "Oh, I told them..."
Billy's hand stopped and Dominic grabbed it, pressing it hard against his crotch. He jerked his head up at the sound of Billy's laughter and realized Billy was pulling away because they were stopped in front of the hotel.
Releasing Billy's hand, Dominic struggled to open the car door, practically falling out onto the curb. Straightening up, he stood outside, taking in great gulps of cold air, waiting for Billy to follow. He heard Billy's laugh again and then the cab door slammed shut.
"You know, Dom, you owe me half that hundred I gave him."
"The fare was that much?"
"No, you idiot. You were making such a scene, I had to tip him that much to keep from becoming one of his stories."
Dominic's mouth fell open as he tried to think of a response, something about Scots not knowing how to keep their hands to themselves. Billy saved him the trouble by leaning in close and saying, "You've cost me a hundred dollars and half a play. You'd better be worth it, Monaghan."
With that, Billy turned and walked into the hotel lobby, leaving Dominic to follow.
tbc...
See Act I for the stuff that goes here
Billy calmly followed Dom into the cab, gave the driver their hotel name and relaxed into his seat as the cab pulled away. He look over at Dominic, who was slouched in the corner, his leg pressed against Billy's again. One of Dominic's feet tapped impatiently, his fingers keeping rhythm on his knees, his head turned to look out the window.
Billy smirked, reaching over to stroke one his hands. "Patience."
A few minutes later, the cab slowed to a stop, behind a long row of cars, their red brake lights stretching endlessly. Dominic sat up in his seat, craning his neck around to look out the front windshield.
The driver stopped the cab completely, shifting in his seat as though he expected to be there a while. Dominic touched his shoulder and asked, "What's going on?"
"Don't know, probably an accident up ahead." The driver absently waved his hand towards the line of cars in front of them.
"Do you know another way around?"
Dominic heard Billy chuckle while the driver studiously ignored him. Feeling a hand tug on his shoulder, he fell back into his seat with an exagerated sigh. Dominic crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked out the side window again.
After a few minutes of silence, Billy asked, "So, how long have you been a cab driver?"
Dominic rolled his eyes. This was all he needed. He began to wonder if Billy was trying to kill him.
"Since 1988."
"Wow. You must have so many stories."
"The things I could tell you. I've seen it all."
"I bet you have. What's the worst?"
The cab driver started laughing, "I think some people believe they've rented a room..." Billy laughed along with the driver, encouraging him to go on. "What is it now? About five years ago..."
Dominic drew in a sudden breath as he felt a hand begin to knead his upper thigh. He turned his head to look at Billy.
"So this girl takes off her top, right in the back..."
Billy is watching the driver in the rearview mirror. "And this other girl starts kissing her..."
Dominic quickly looked back out the side window as Billy's hand slid further up to cover the bulge in his trousers. Dominic bit the inside of his cheek to keep from gasping. Dropping his arms to clutch at the seat, he struggled not to move into the caress.
"And the guy, he's just sitting there watching so I figure he's probably jacking off 'cause I can't see his hands, you know..."
Billy made a noise of consent, nodding his head. The driver laughed, his attention now out the front window as the line of cars moves up a bit.
Dominic shifted in his seat, trying hard not to buck his hips or cry out. Billy's hand stroked his erection through his dress trousers, the thin material growing damp. Dominic leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes. His hands opened and closed reflexively on the worn cloth of the seat.
"So finally, the girls are just going at it and I say..."
The driver stopped talking to answer a call on his radio. Billy's hand did not stop as he watched the driver in the mirror. Dominic brought a hand up to his mouth, biting the knuckle of his thumb. Billy's hand was building up a long, steady rhythm, designed to tease but not strong enough to bring relief.
The line of traffic began moving faster, the cab now speeding along. Billy flashed a look to Dominic, then returned his eyes to the rearview mirror. "So...what happened then?"
The driver laughed, "Oh, I told them..."
Billy's hand stopped and Dominic grabbed it, pressing it hard against his crotch. He jerked his head up at the sound of Billy's laughter and realized Billy was pulling away because they were stopped in front of the hotel.
Releasing Billy's hand, Dominic struggled to open the car door, practically falling out onto the curb. Straightening up, he stood outside, taking in great gulps of cold air, waiting for Billy to follow. He heard Billy's laugh again and then the cab door slammed shut.
"You know, Dom, you owe me half that hundred I gave him."
"The fare was that much?"
"No, you idiot. You were making such a scene, I had to tip him that much to keep from becoming one of his stories."
Dominic's mouth fell open as he tried to think of a response, something about Scots not knowing how to keep their hands to themselves. Billy saved him the trouble by leaning in close and saying, "You've cost me a hundred dollars and half a play. You'd better be worth it, Monaghan."
With that, Billy turned and walked into the hotel lobby, leaving Dominic to follow.
tbc...
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