Fic: Over

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Title: Over
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: R for language
Wordcount: 400
Summary: Dom is drunk and wants Billy.
Warnings: Angst. No happy ending. Sorry. Also: unbetad
Disclaimer: complete work of FICTION. I've never even met them. Simply my screwy brain at work here.
Feedback: is amazing.

Dom noisily unlocked Billy’s hotel room and stumbled in without knocking. Billy could smell the alcohol on Dom’s breath. Dom leaned against Billy’s back, his arms circling around Billy’s chest and his chin on Billy’s shoulder.

“Missed you,” he slurred into Billy’s ear. Dom’s right hand snuck underneath Billy’s black button-down shirt, his fingers skimming the planes of Billy’s stomach.

“It’s late. Been a long day. Should get to bed,” Billy nudged Dom’s arms, breaking them apart and stepping out of Dom’s space.

“I heartily agree.”

“I didn’t mean you.”

“C’mon, Bill,” Dom stepped forward again, tugging at Billy’s shirt.

“You’re drunk.”

“You’re not. S’okay with me.” Billy jumped when he felt Dom’s hands on his arse.

“Dominic…” Billy pushed him gently away, but reached out in time to catch him as he stumbled backward. “You’re drunk, you’re tired, and now it’s time for bed.”

“Don’ wanna go to bed with anyone but you, Bill.” Dom grinned drunkenly. “C’mon.”

“No.”

“Yes.” Dom stripped off his t-shirt and inched closer to Billy again. His hands caressed Billy’s shoulders for a moment before starting in on Billy’s shirt buttons. Billy closed his eyes and grasped Dom’s wrists.

“No. Dom, stop it. Now.” Billy’s voice was tired, but firm. He led Dom to the double bed and pushed him down onto it. “Sleep it off, Dom.”

“Only if you’re with me, Bills,” Dom replied, grinning again. He tugged Billy’s shirt again, pulling Billy down on top of him.

“Dominic, stop it!” Billy yelled, pushing up off the bed and across the room. “What about Ali, eh? What about Jack? What about Evangeline?”

“I don’t fucking care, Bill.”

“You don’t care, Dom? I care. And I don’t like what you’re doing to yourself. Getting drunk nearly every night? Ringing me at three in the fucking morning?! You need to stop doing this, Dom. For your own sake, if not for mine. I have a family now. You have a girl who loves you. What more do you want?” Billy’s anger quickly dissipated, and his voice grew softer.

“You.” Dom replied clearly, licking his lips. “I want you, Bill. I love you.”

“I can’t. We can’t. I’m sorry, Dom.”

Dom opened his mouth to reply, but Billy was kissing him gently on the forehead and picking up his coat from the floor. His mouth was still open when Billy left the room without looking back.

ETA: I've turned this into a series!

Next: Gone