Chat Ficlet #6 (Dom/Billy) 1/1) (LOTR RPS) R

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Two people requested MonaBoyd. You got it. Hot sex, even.

Dis: Dirty, whorey stuff involved. It's all lies. Also, RPS. Eep! I'm scared!



Billy hasn't had public bathroom sex in a long damn time. He's amazed at how easy it is to fall back on old habits like hitching his leg around the hip of the guy who's pinning him against the wall, about how simply he can shut off the part of his brain that's screaming 'disgusting public loo!'. He presses against Dom when Dom rubs against him, and he lets out a low sigh. "Dom."

Dom presses his teeth into the side of Billy's neck and breathes in fast through his nose. "Don't say 'stop', Bills. Whatever you do, don't make me stop." His hands are working on Billy's pants as he mumbles.

Billy gets one hand free from its grip on the dirty, scratched stall wall and wraps his fingers in Dom's hair. "I don't want you to stop. I've got no leverage."

Dom snorts against Billy's neck. "Hold on to the top of the wall." He watches as Billy does so. "Can you lift yourself?"

"I think." Billy tightens his fingers and pulls up as Dom slips his hands to just under Billy's ass and lifts him up. Billy looks down at Dom from a space of three inches and smiles. "You look different from up here."

"I won't in a minute." Dom drops to his knees and balances Billy's legs over his shoulders. "Slide down a little."

"You sure?"

"I can manage it. You weigh nothing."

"You were bitching about the opposite last night." But Billy lowers himself carefully until his zipper is even with Dom's face, and he sucks in a hard breath when Dom works the zipper down with his teeth. "Shit."

Dom smiles around Billy's zipper and finishes getting it open. He nuzzles against Billy's crotch and smiles again. "And where are your boxers, you perv?"

"You're wearing them, you klepto." Billy bucks as Dom pulls back enough to take the head of his dick into his mouth. "Oh, *yeah*."

There is a sudden slamming of the main bathroom door, and both Billy and Dom freeze as three voices come in.

"Dude, she wanted you."

"No, way, man. She had this funky hair."

"What about her boobs? She had good boobs."

And suddenly Billy realizes why he hasn't had sex in a dirty bathroom stall in a long time. Because the last time he did it in a mostly het club, he'd gotten the shit kicked out of him. "Dom?" He whispers the name.

Dom looks up, but doesn't take his mouth off of the head of Billy's dick. He sucks a little harder and watches Billy writhe and try to stay silent.

"Dom," Billy's voice is a hiss as he tries not to be heard over the three guys still going on about some women's boobs. "They beat up guys like us."

Dom finally pulls his mouth off of Billy's dick. "Not if they don't hear us." He strokes his fingers over Billy's lips and gets back down to business.

"D-" Billy cuts off as he feels a groan start low in his throat and pushes it back down with all the effort that isn't going towards making sure he doesn't squirm so much that it brings unwanted attention.

The three guys are washing their hands, laughing and making more comments about girls they're trying to get with, and as they linger over soap or towels or some other bullshit, Dom sucks Billy hard and twists his tounge just *so*, and Billy stiffens and starts to come.

"Ahhhh." Billy's moan dies off, and he barely realizes that he's touching the ground again until Dom reaches up and unclenches his hands. His head clears a bit. "What the *fuck* is wrong with you?"

Dom grins and licks his bottom lip. "You're fuckin' hot when you're tense."

There is no answer that Billy can give that won't end with slamming Dom against the opposite wall and jerking him off until they're both blind. He plants his hand in the center of Dom's chest and pushes until he's got Dom where he wants him. "You're fuckin' hot when you're a bastard."

Dom smirks as Billy unsnaps his pants. "All in good fun."

Billy slids his hands into Dom's pants and looks at him with no small surprise. "If I'm not wearing my underwear, and you're not wearing my udnerwear, then who the fuck is wearing my underwear?"

"Lij?"

"I thought we agreed to wait on that." Billy gets his hand around Dom's erection and pulls carefully once. He watches Dom's eyes flutter. "Or is that what you want? You want me to go find Lij and pull him in here with us?"

Dom makes a half-gurgle in the back of his throat and reaches out for Billy's hips. "I want *you*. We'll talk about Lij later."

Billy twists his hand up and around again. When Dom moans, he leans in and swallows it around his own tounge. He twistpulls again and cheats a little by sliding his fingers to trace the line of hair that trails down Dom's stomach. "Quiet, Dommie. Someone might here you."

"Fu-Fuck 'em." Dom's stutter is a sure sign he's close to the edge.

Billy licks the side of Dom's neck and whispers in his ear, "fuck me."

Dom shudders and keens loudly as his orgasm hits him.

The guy standing unheard in the doorway of the bathroom turns on his heel and leaves. He doesn't want to see the two guys in the first stall.

Billy and Dom stumble out, unaware, and wander back into the club.

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::pants and fans self:: a;slfkjl;asjf!!

Very hot! Excellent smut. ::grin::