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Title: Boys' Night In (part two)
Author: mirith
Group: Dom/Billy/Elijah
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Elijah needs to lose control.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them; they own me. This is completely fictional, but there's a crispy five-dollar bill in it for them if they make it happen.
Potential squickage: mild BDSM. Hot men. Wait, there’s nothing squicky about hot men.
Feedback: The people who write it rule my universe.
Written: 8/05/04-8/26/04
My sister in slash: Is snoopydance4me. Thank you for your support, corrections, and inspired perversity. Love you always.


Billy lifts his hips, and Elijah slides the pillow under him. The sight of Billy waiting for sex – his head back, throat exposed, cock and nipples erect – makes it into Elijah’s rapidly expanding list of turn-ons. Blue eyes lock with lusty green, and Elijah reels from the aftershock.

Dom gazes at Billy with admiration. “Pervy Scot. He’d let you fuck him dry – shut up, Bill, you know you would. But maybe we should save that for the advanced class.” He hops off the bed and rummages through Billy’s jeans, but finds nothing.

“I left some by the sink,” he says. “Elijah, don’t touch him while I’m gone. Same goes for you, wanker.” Dom disappears into the bathroom.

“Fuck you,” Billy calls after him, but he makes no move towards Elijah. Instead, he rests his arms on the pillow where his head lies. His palms are facing up, and his wrists are temptingly close together. Elijah recognizes this as an invitation to pin him down, but he obeys Dom’s command.

Dom returns with a clear bottle of white liquid. It takes him half a second to appraise Billy’s position on the bed. “Tease,” he says, with a cockeyed grin.

“Can’t blame a boy for trying,” says Billy, fluttering his eyelashes.

Dom sets the bottle on the bed and turns his attention to Elijah. He studies the younger man’s face, and apparently likes what he sees. “Nice. You didn’t touch him. You wanted to please me, didn’t you?”

Elijah bites his lip and looks away. He’s already come, hard, and he doesn’t want to look desperate. But Dom catches his chin in his hand and forces the other man to look at him.

“Pretty little porn star. Every time you turn your head, you let me know how much you want it.” He captures Elijah’s mouth in a hard, probing kiss, his tongue making demands that Elijah is only too glad to satisfy.

“Let’s get this straight,” continues Dom. “We fucking own you.” He places his fingers on a pair of Yankee lips, then runs his tongue over the crack where the lips separate. “Your mouth? We own it.”

Hands stroke the smooth, boyish chest, pausing to twist dusky flesh. Elijah gasps as the pain vibrates through him, breaks into pieces, then resolves itself into pleasure. Dom smiles. “Go ahead and cry out, baby. We own that too.”

“Dibs on his arse,” comments Billy. His words are mild, but the predatory look is back.

Dom pays Billy no mind. “Your pretty belly?” He runs his hands down to Elijah’s navel, then fingers it. “Ours.”

“Like hell,” says Elijah.

“Fine,” replies Dom, taking his hand away. “Billy, get dressed.”

Elijah hastens to make things better. “No. Nonononono.” He pulls Dom’s hand back to his stomach.

Dom flashes him a wolfish smile. He puts an arm around Elijah’s waist and draws him close, nipping at his earlobe. “Not yours,” he murmurs. The bitten man thinks Dom is talking about his ear, so the hand closing around his balls catches him by surprise. When the hand begins to knead, Elijah yelps.

“Twisted fucker,” he says, but his throbbing cock belies any pretense of displeasure.

“And this…” says Dom, but Elijah is too distracted to hear the end of the sentence, because Dom’s other hand has gotten in on the action. It’s wrapped around his sex and squeezing. The rhythm must be Morse code for “owned.”

“Jesusfuckallright,” Elijah manages, tilting his head back. He knows he won’t get off, in either sense of the verb, this easily.

“All right, what?” Dom bites into the thin skin on the younger man’s throat.

“You know.” Elijah squirms with impatience. Dom is pumping him roughly now. In the absence of lube, his skin catches against the other man’s palm. He grits his teeth and thrusts. Billy watches, too engrossed to talk.

“No, I don’t know. Tell me.”

“Fuck,” gasps Elijah, as Dom tightens his fist. Unwieldy pleasure rises in him like sap through the branch of a tree. He doesn’t know how soon he’s going to come, but he knows it’s inevitable, given Dom’s talent and Billy’s slack-jawed voyeurism. “Whatever. Whatever you want.”

“That’s quite a promise. But it’s not a question of what I want, is it, baby?” Dom switches back to a pumping motion. “It’s a question of what I already have.” Just as Elijah is beginning to hear angels, a hand pulls down on his testicles, forestalling release.

“You bastard!” Submission forgotten, the frustrated youth grabs at the restraining fist, trying to get free. He had wanted the orgasm badly, wanted to shoot off all over Dom’s insistent hand.

Dom lets go of Elijah, then wrestles him to the bed. Elijah pants and snarls and kicks, but the other man easily bests him.

“Slut,” says Dom. He’s addressing the back of Elijah’s head, because Elijah is once again facing down with a man on top of him. Elijah turns his face to the side and gulps down oxygen. “You little, wriggling whore. I ought to tie you up and let every tourist in fifty kilometers have their way with you for a dollar.”

“There’s a dollar in my jeans pocket,” says Billy. His eyes run the length of the prone man’s body.

“Let me up,” says Elijah. “I give, already.” He tells himself that if this is the only way he can get sex out of the two of them, he’ll go with it. It’s not that he prefers it this way. Or would beg for it. Or is going to spend the rest of the month trying to get them to do this again. His thoughts are interrrupted as Dom’s leather-clad cock presses against his backside, forcing his own arousal into the mattress.

“Fine,” says the owner of the appendage. “Elaborate on that.”

The younger man flushes hot. “You…” As Billy watches, Dom grinds his hips.

“You can do anything you want with me.” Oh, Jesus, did I just say that?

Billy traces a line from Elijah’s jaw to his ear, then fingers the whorl there. “And?”

“And … I’ll come when you want me to. And not until.” Elijah has never said anything so submissive and dirty in his life. Surrender makes his blood race, makes his eyes widen and his lungs work harder. Billy sucks in his breath.

“Only ‘when’?” Dominic chides. No longer content with the back of Elijah’s head, he rolls off the vanquished man and on to the bed. He pushes Elijah over on his side and peers at him through disbelieving eyes.

“And ‘where,’” Elijah adds. He’s feeling more confident now, and his voice turns sultry. “If you want me to fuck Billy, I will.”

“What about ‘how’?” Billy wants to know.

“Yes. I’ll do it however you want.” Taking his cue from the Scotsman’s faux-Elijah routine, he smiles shyly at Billy, then looks at Dom through lowered lashes. Absently, he runs a hand over his own chest, making sure that his thumb rubs against a nipple on the way down.

“I’ve created a monster,” mutters Dom, shaking his head at the transformation. “All right then, slick your hands up. You need to get him ready.”

“I am ready,” says Billy. “The mouth on him!”

Pleased that Billy enjoyed his speech, Elijah takes the bottle from the bed. He’s surprised it didn’t fall off while he and Dom were wrestling, but then, the match was a short one. He’s never been able to hold his own in a fight, and he’s not sure he’s going to put any effort into changing that, given this evening’s results.

The bottle comes with a pump mechanism, and he pushes it down. Creamy, white liquid rushes into his palm. It’s satiny, not sticky.

“What’s this?” Elijah asks.

“Proper lube,” Dom says. “None of your American wank.”

“We milked it out of you while you were napping between takes,” says Billy. Dom smacks his friend on the forehead with the back of his hand, but Elijah already knows to discount most of what comes out of Billy’s mouth. Except his pink, pointed tongue.

As directed, Elijah covers his palms and fingers with lube, then kneels between Billy’s parted legs. He turns his head to face Dom.

With a nod, the Englishman grants the silent request for permission. “Go ahead and touch him.” He sits down cross-legged on the bed, next to the two of them.

Elijah looks to Billy for reassurance.

“You heard him,” says Billy. “Touch me.”

Tentatively, Elijah spreads Billy apart. “Is it all right?” he asks.

“Yes,” says Billy. “There just needs to be more of it. Put your fingers in me.”

Not sure how many fingers Billy means, Elijah slips in two.

“Jesus,” says Elijah. His fingers almost cross from the pressure of the other man’s body.

“Tight, isn’t he?” asks Dom. “It’s amazing he stays that way. He lets me fuck him so hard, don’t you, baby?” He leans down and bites Billy on the ear. Billy gives a happy whimper and tosses his head.

Elijah doesn’t doubt that the dynamic between the two men is as Dom describes. He can see marks on Billy’s upper thigh where Dom’s teeth have been, and there’s a purplish blotch on his shoulder. Sometime soon, he wants to see Dom making those marks as he pounds an amorous Billy into the carpet.

Elijah shakes off his erotic daydream. “Can I…can I move?”

“Fuck, yes,” breathes Billy. “Curl your fingers and … yes, like that … aghhh…”

Elijah strokes and teases, trying to replicate the motions that Dom used inside him earlier in the evening. Sweat breaking out on his upper lip, Billy clenches and moans.

Dom shifts to a kneeling position, then pushes Billy’s hair back from his forehead and kisses the exposed skin. “Good, isn’t it, love? Elijah, give him more fingers.”

Elijah presses another finger in and continues the caress. Billy is smooth and slick inside, and the younger man’s cock rises up in veneration.

“Filthy beast,” says Dom, his mouth hot and moist against Elijah’s ear. “You’re thinking about how good it will feel to push yourself inside him. It won’t be long.”

“No, it won’t,” announces Billy. “ElijahAHHahh…” His voice crests and falls in time with the rhythm established by the younger man’s hand. “Get…get on top of me. Now. Want…ummhhh…more…of you…”

Elijah withdraws his hand, then crawls over Billy on his hands and knees. He wouldn’t have thought that lust would have a physical presence, but it does, and it’s radiating from Billy’s eyes in waves of green. Trembling, Elijah strokes himself with wet fingers, thrilled to find them still warm from the other man’s body.

“I need this,” he groans. “Billy, I fucking need this.” He positions his hard, slippery cock against Billy’s entrance, then eyes Dom.

The Englishman leans over and bites Elijah on the side of the neck. “That’s it,” he says. “Do it, baby. I want to watch you fuck my boyfriend.”

When Billy is pretending to be surprised, he raises one eyebrow. When he is genuinely surprised, he raises two, and that is what he is doing now, as though the thought that he is Dom’s boyfriend is a new one. He doesn’t have long to mull this over, however, because Elijah slowly pushes into him.

Elijah is aroused, and every part of his body registers this. His heart pounds against his chest, and his skin tingles as though he’s just stepped out of a hot bath. Drawing on his skills as a veteran smoker, he sucks in a long draft of air. It enters his mouth like incense, pungent and heavy with the scent of the man beneath him, and the oxygen hits his bloodstream like nicotine. The hot, wet silk of Billy’s body confines him, and it’s so tight that Elijah can feel his own pulse throbbing in his cock. He wonders if Billy can feel it too.

“Tell me…tell me when to move,” Elijah manages. All he wants to do is thrust, and his muscles vibrate with the strain of holding himself back. Part of his brain is telling him to use Billy roughly for his own enjoyment, and it scares him.

“Oh, Jesus,” moans Billy. “JesusGod, Elijah, you feel so good…” He wraps his legs around Elijah’s hips and pulls him deeper inside.

“Ride him,” says Dom. He sounds like he’s panting, but Elijah can’t be sure, because all he can see is the person who sheathes him. “You’ve mounted him: now take him.”

“I want to,” gasps Elijah. “Billy…”

The Scot runs his hands down Elijah’s chest, then digs his heels into the younger man’s backside.

“Don’t make me get the spurs out,” he murmurs. “Move.”

Grateful, Elijah pulls halfway out of his lover, then plunges back in. Billy is whiskey, petroleum, liquid suns, a thousand things that shimmer and blaze. He is a flaming Catherine wheel, and Elijah is a willing martyr. He is…

“What the shite are you on about?” Dom asks. Elijah blushes, but keeps thrusting.

“Quiet,” says Billy. “He’s saying how happy…unghhh…he is to fuck me…yeah, sweetheart…tilt your hips…”

Elijah decides to tilt Billy instead, and repositions the cushion under him. Now he’s hitting the upper wall, not very far in, and Billy is keening a melody that must date back to the Paleolithic.

“Ahh…mmm…aghhh…OHH,” cries the horizontal man, and he throws his hands back against the headboard.

“Wants you to hold him down,” translates Dom, raking his fingernails down Elijah’s back. “Kinky bugger. It gets him all worked up.”

“No problem.” Elijah makes a silent pledge to stop biting his nails, then uses one hand to pin the writhing man. Billy’s wrists are tiny: all of his endowments lie elsewhere. Elijah has been holding himself up with his arms, but now he lowers himself on to Billy, sandwiching the other man’s thick, leaking cock between their two bodies. Every time he thrusts, Elijah can feel it rubbing against his stomach, and Billy must be able to feel it too, because his arousal thumps and jerks with the pleasure of it.

“You know what else he likes?” Dom asks, stroking one of Elijah’s hips. “Kissing. Get your tongue in him, princess.”

Elijah has many years of experience in taking direction, and he is skilled at obeying orders when it counts. He runs his tongue over Billy’s upper lip, then enters his mouth and ass simultaneously. Billy moans, and the sound waves reverberate against his lover’s palate. The younger man pulls back and catches Billy’s lower lip between his teeth, then releases it. Billy’s hips rise up to meet Elijah, and the two of them writhe and twist.

“Fuck, Billy…you’re so hot,” gasps Elijah. “When you…unhhh…move like that…yeah…I can’t stop…”

“Then DON’T. I want you…want all of you…” Their mouths meet, and Billy’s tongue simmers in Elijah’s mouth again. When the delicate, flickering tip penetrates the gap between Elijah’s two front teeth, the younger man cries out. The action is absurdly erotic, and pure Billy.

Something warm and wet inches its way into Elijah’s cleft. It takes a moment for him to recognize it as one of Dom’s saliva-slicked fingers. “Two minutes,” purrs Dom.

“Jesus,” whimpers Elijah. “I…ahhh…don’t know…if…I…yeah…likethatGodlikethat…”

“You don’t know if you’ll be able to get off in two minutes?” Indolent fingers circle Elijah’s tender entrance.

“Ohfuckohpleasefuck…” Elijah thrusts into his moaning, arching bedmate. When he draws back, the fingers are still waiting for him.

“He’s having doubts,” Dom announces to the man on bottom. “He’s not sure he’s going to be able to fill your arse with come so soon.”

“Harder,” begs Billy, oblivious to everything but the slick flesh claiming him. “GodJesus, Elijah, fuck me!”

A crystal filament floats and weaves in front of Elijah’s field of vision. Normally, he would interpret it as a protein strand shadow-dancing with his retina, but now he knows that it is his control. The last thread of it. And he watches it float away.

“Billy…Jesus…Billy…” His pelvis snaps forward, and he claims his eager lover with a passion that borders on frenzy. He has never taken anyone this hard, and he’s not sure how Billy will survive it, but it’s as though he’s not only the rider, but the ridden. Lust steers him, and it propels him into the other man’s body with such force that it’s as though all the earth’s gravity is now resident in Billy’s slight form. Struggling, he pulls back, and finds himself impaled on at least three of Dom’s fingers. Dom’s palm anchors itself on his ass.

He is hurting Billy. No, Dom is hurting him. No, Billy is not hurt, and neither is he, because both of them are shouting their ecstasy to the four walls that surround them. Billy bears down on Elijah, as though unwilling to give him up. Elijah wrenches himself away, then penetrates him again.

“Arghaaaaahhh….” Billy has had enough of being held down. He tears free from Elijah’s grip, then works a hand back to Elijah’s crease. Finding Dom already there, he plants his hand on one of Elijah’s buttocks, where it pulls and clenches in time with the thrusts, urging him on.

The encouragement has its effect, and Billy wraps his other arm around the younger man’s shoulders and hangs on. The green eyes had been hazy with lust, but now they sharpen with the clarity of what is to come.

“I’m going to…fuck…you’re making me…”

Oh, Jesus, that accent. Elijah has to taste the man who is making those sounds, and he presses his lips against Billy’s, his tongue seeking entrance. The Scot opens to it as if it were a second cock. He’s shaking now, and Elijah can taste the impending orgasm, copper-sharp against his tongue, as Billy contracts around him. The other man cries out his name, and Elijah hears it – not through his ears, but more intimately, through internal passages leading up from his throat. Billy’s cries flood Elijah’s mouth, just as hot, liquid pleasure floods his belly. Billy tells him to come, Dom’s fingers echo the sentiment, and Elijah screams as untethered pleasure careens through his body like a pinball, sparkling, diving, rewriting physics, touching every surface, hitting every target, lighting him with 10,000 watts from the inside, until there is only Elijah, and the man inside him, and the man he is inside.

To be continued…