Fic: Knickers

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title: Knickers
pairing: Billy/Dom
rating: NC-17
summary: PWP - Dom finds something interesting in the wash.
disclaimer: to the best of my knowledge, none of this is true.
feedback: is all kinds of awesome. :)

“Billy Boyd!” Dom shouted from the laundry room, where he was pulling clothes out of the dryer. A few seconds later, Billy poked his head in.

 

“What’s up?”

 

“What are these?”

 

“Knickers, Dom, obviously.”

 

Dom rolled his eyes and held the lacy white underpants at arm’s length, shaking them.

 

“Look like Ali’s.”

 

“What are Ali’s pants doing in my wash?”

 

“Um…”

 

“Ali is not here. Ali has not been here in over a year. Why are her knickers at my house?”

 

“Must’ve fallen into my things, I guess,” Billy answered, shrugging. “Why, do you want them?”

 

Dom cocked his head to the side and studied the altogether too-small knickers. “You think they’d look good on me?”

 

Billy cackled. “I think the lace would stretch beautifully across your bum, but I also think that you shouldn’t wear white. White is too innocent for you. Maybe a black pair, or bright red.”

 

“Now there’s an idea I can get behind.” Dom tossed the knickers back into the pile of unsorted laundry and grabbed Billy by the arm. “C’mon, Boyd, we’re going shopping. Maybe they’ll have a blue that’ll match my eyes!”

 

“That would be lovely! Or, y’know, you could always go with a thong, to show off your arse.”

 

“Oi, you just want easy access.”

 

“Well, that is another benefit…”

 

***

 

“How do they feel?” Billy asked curiously, staring at Dom’s rear.

 

“Bit tight, but then I’m used to not wearing anything but my trousers, so…” Dom arched his neck, trying to see in the mirror.

 

“I like the lace ones better, I think.”

 

“Just because they’re see-through! I’m glad I didn’t try Ali’s on, though. They probably would’ve cut off the blood supply to my legs.”

 

Billy laughed. “Well, you do have more to put in them than most women…” He reached out and snuck his finger beneath the elastic waistband. “Wear them out tonight, I dare you.”

 

“I can’t wear them out, have you seen how tight my trousers are?” Dom protested loudly.

 

“Yeah, exactly. That’s the point, Dom, otherwise you’d do it in a heartbeat.”

 

“Alright, let’s make it a deal. If I wear them to the premiere tonight, you have to suck me off in the loo during the film.”

 

“Are you insane? We’ll be caught!”

 

“That’s the point, Billy, otherwise you’d do it in a heartbeat,” Dom replied, smiling angelically. Which was quite a feat, seeing as he was dressed only in a pair of blood-red women’s knickers and his leather wristcuffs.

 

***

 

“How does the lace feel against your cock, Dommeh?” Billy whispered in Dom’s ear as they posed for the cameras.

 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Billy!”

 

Billy grinned wickedly. “See you in the men’s room later…” he said, and wandered off.

 

***

 

“Dom?” Billy squinted in the darkened hallway.

 

“Over here.”

 

Dom took Billy by the hand and led him to the loos, then pushed him towards the door.

 

“Go in and make sure there’s nobody in there.”

 

A moment later, Billy came out again. “It’s empty, c’mon.”

 

The second the door was closed, Billy pounced, catching Dom by the chin and tilting his head for a kiss.

 

“You hard, Dommeh? Been thinking about this? Waiting for it?”

 

“You’ve no idea,” Dom moaned softly.

 

“I think I do,” Billy replied, reaching down and groping Dom’s cock through the layers of fabric. Dom’s hands pushed and pulled at Billy’s shoulders as Billy deftly unzipped Dom’s trousers and pushed them down to his thighs. Then he sank to his knees in front of Dom and dipped his tongue into Dom’s navel.

 

“Oh, god, Billy!”

 

“Y’look so pretty, Dom, all trussed up in tight lace.”

 

“Matches m’nails,” Dom said, fluttering his hands in front of Billy’s face. Three of his fingernails were painted bright red.

 

“I guess you’re wanting me to do this, then…” Billy said, stretching the fabric to grasp Dom’s cock and give it a long, slow lick.

 

“Oh, god, yes. Fuck yes.”

 

Billy licked his lips and closed them around the head of Dom’s cock, one hand stilling his hips and the other stroking up and down Dom’s thigh.

 

“You have… the most… perfect mouth, Billy,” Dom said between groans of pleasure and restraint. “So worth it.”

 

“Mmmm,” Billy hummed.

 

The hand that was on Dom’s thigh slid up and pulled the knickers tight around Dom’s legs, then kept moving up to touch and fondle Dom’s balls, and then behind them, and when Billy carefully pushed one finger into Dom’s arse, Dom came with a shout muffled behind his own hand. Billy quickly licked Dom clean and let his softening cock fall from his mouth, then stood up and kissed Dom soundly on the lips so that Dom could taste himself on Billy’s tongue.

 

“Nnnngggh,” Dom moaned into Billy’s mouth, sagging against the wall. Billy held him tightly and walked him over to the short row of sinks.

 

“Turn ‘round,” he murmured, nipping at Dom’s lower lip.

 

Dom did so, but said, “This wasn’t part of the deal, y’know, Bill.”

 

“Oi, shut up. You want this as much as I do,” Billy said good-naturedly and pressed Dom down to lean over the sink. With one hand he unbuttoned and unzipped his own trousers and with the other he pulled a small bottle of lube from his pocket.

 

“Ha, you planned this,” Dom said, chuckling, as he watched Billy’s actions in the mirror.

 

“Yep,” Billy replied, pushing one finger all the way into Dom’s arse. He stared at Dom’s face in the mirror, captivated by the range of expressions he saw there. After a bit more stretching, Dom’s breath had become shallow and his knuckles were white around the edge of the sink.

 

“I was waiting for this too,” Billy whispered, leaning down to nip at Dom’s earlobe as he pushed slowly into Dom. “I was waiting for this ever since you saw Ali’s knickers in the wash this morning.”

 

“Oh fuck, Billy, c’mon, fuck me,” Dom groaned. “Did you—did you plan that too?”

 

“Nah. Lucky chance. Fuck, but you do look decadent in red lace, Dommeh. Debauched. Beautiful.”

 

Moments later, Billy came whilst muttering a dirty monologue in Dom’s ear. Dom groaned and craned his neck to kiss Billy awkwardly.

 

“Mm, that was nice,” he said, regaining his breath. “Bloody fantastic, actually,” he amended after a moment.

 

“That’s better,” Billy said, stepping back and reaching for a paper towel to clean themselves up.

 

The doorknob rattled. “Is someone in there? Hello?” came a muffled voice from the other side of the door.

 

“Fuck,” Dom mouthed frantically. Billy was glad he’d locked the door when they came in.

 

“Sorry, um… Just a moment, we’ll be out in a second,” he called, quickly pulling up his own trousers and tossing a paper towel at Dom. “Just one more minute…”

 

“Fucking hell,” Dom breathed, carefully pulling the knickers up his thighs and over his sensitized cock.

 

When they were both presentable, Billy opened the door.

 

“Sorry about that, sir, we were just having a bit of a… wardrobe issue,” he said apologetically, pushing Dom along.

 

The man gave them a narrowed, suspicious look and closed himself in the loo. Dom burst into laughter the second the door closed.

 

“Shh-shhhh!” Billy clapped a hand over Dom’s mouth, laughing silently as well, and the two hurried back into the theater to catch the end of the movie. “Good thing we’ve already seen it, eh?” he whispered as they searched for their seats, sending Dom into another fit of muffled giggles.


fin.