Title: Elijah’s Empty Room Part One 
Author: SoundofHorns 
Author's Email: jls5v@mtsu.edu 
Pairings: Billy/Dom 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: Billy is trying to get some time to finish work when Dominic interrupts.  

Billy was sitting on the bed in Elijah’s empty hotel room trying to make some 
progress on finishing the Lord of the Rings.  He’d lost his first copy in a pool, and 
then if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d forgotten where he was in it and had to guess.  
He just hoped he wouldn’t drown or otherwise murder this book as well. He spent 
a few minutes flicking through pages, he’d already read this, and that, and this—
no wait, he hadn’t yet read this part.  Pleased, Billy scooted back on the bed.   
Stretching out, back against the headboard, he grabbed at the pillows.  
“Damn thin worthless hotel-pillows,” he grumbled as he shoved them behind his 
back. Finally he was comfortable and ready to be productive.  Cue Dominic.  He 
should have known leaving him and Orli at the bar wouldn’t guarantee a night to 
play catch-up.  
	
      The door opened; there was the sound of keys jingling then hitting the 
floor.  A slightly slurred, “whoops,” and Dom walked into sight.  Bastard.  Billy 
wondered how he’d found him; hell, Elijah didn’t even know he was in his room.  
	
      Dominic leaned against the wall, staring at him.  Billy sucked in a breath 
as Dom blinked slowly, sandy hair disheveled and hanging in his eyes, hands 
spread against the wall for balance, hips swaying slightly. Dom’s tongue slid out 
and licked his lips. 
      
      “Billy. Whatcha doin’ up here?” He moved to gesture and had to grab at 
the wall again.  “Elf-boy left me for a redhead an I was lonely.”
      
      Billy realized he was staring and quickly looked away.  His book was 
damn well not gonna read itself was it?  He could feel Dom’s beautiful blue eyes 
fixed on the top of his head.  He looked up again after a few seconds of silence; 
Dom was waiting for an answer.
      
      “Reading.” He held up the book as proof.  Then he wrinkled his nose, 
taking another look.  “What the bloody hell are you wearing?” It was something 
frilly, green and striped and altogether hideous.
      
      “Orli made me. He made me switch shirts when he spilled beer on his.” 
Sure enough, now that Billy could focus on something other than Dom’s hair in his 
eyes, he could see a large stain across the middle. “All the girls went whoooo!” 
Dominic smiled slowly, and then laughed, one hand moving up and down on that 
awful shirt, tracing the stain.  
Ah shit.  Billy loved that crooked smile and…and what fucking the hell—Dom was 
unbuttoning the shirt.  
      
      “What are you doing!?”  Billy prayed that didn’t come out sounding as 
shocked as he thought it did…or that Dom was too drunk to notice.  
      
      “Gonna take a shower.  You can come.” Dom’s smile widened. His hands 
moved down, unbuttoning deliberately.  Suddenly he didn’t seem so unstable, no 
longer leaning on the wall; his legs were spread wide to balance and, god 
almighty, he was still staring at Billy with those bedroom eyes.  “You can cuuum 
with me.” Oh, Billy got it.  It was a joke.   Not funny.  
Dom fluttered his eyelashes as he fingered each button, thumb flicking and fingers 
caressing the curves before slipping it from the hole. Jesus that was…something 
else.  Was it Billy’s imagination or was Dom hitting on him?  It must be his 
imagination…Dom loved women…He loved women…so why did the sight of 
Dom’s hands finishing with the last button and sliding up his bared chest send a 
jolt to his groin?  Billy desperately turned back to the book.  It was interesting, 
goddammit; certainly more fucking entertaining than watching Dom ever so slowly 
shrugging out of his shirt.
      
      “Billy.” Said in a thick, warm whisper that made heat flare in his stomach.  
Dom’s shirt hit him on the legs, causing him to look up, irritated, but god not to 
catch another look at the newly bared areas of Dom’s skin, no way in hell. 
      
      Holy shit.  Fucking Christ.  Billy was going to die, okay, so he lied, yes, 
yes, he was turned on, in fact, he was gonna die right now.
      
      Dom was smiling still, fingers on his right hand tracing up his chest, 
brushing his nipples.  Billy’s eyes were wide, unable to look away as Dom circled 
one of them, teasing.  He licked his lips before he could stop himself.  Dom’s hand 
left his chest, and keeping eye contact, he slid his index finger into his mouth, lips 
closing, and tongue caressing the digit.  He sucked gently, for what seemed to 
Billy a lifetime, before taking it out and rolling his nipple between his wet finger and 
his thumb.  It hardened immediately.  Billy was horrified to catch himself 
suppressing a whimper of disappointment as Dom abruptly stopped, blinked and 
nodded towards the bathroom door.  
      
      “Gonna go and take a shower now.  You can watch if you want.  Got more 
where that came from.” He laughed, then turned and made his way into the 
bathroom, not bothering to shut the door.  Billy could easily see him as he bent 
over to turn on the water.  Notgaynotgaynotgay…not turned on by best 
friend…goddamn, Dom’s back and arms flexed, smooth skin rippling as he 
straightened, sliding the shower curtain back.  Incredibly, Dominic turned back 
towards the open door, fingers going to fumble with his fly.  Billy flushed and 
stared back at his book, unwilling to look because he didn’t want to see Dom’s 
cock…though, god, he was already hard from the little show.  Jesus, he wasn’t 
even drunk at all.  Click of metal and rustle of cloth on tile as Dom’s jeans hit the 
floor.    
      
      “Beer?” Dom’s voice shockingly close.  Billy looked up on reflex, but 
hallelujah, there was a god and Dom was wearing boxers.  He was also leaning 
over Billy, making it hard to think.   
      
      “What?”
Another crooked smile.  A flash of wet tongue that made Billy unable to look away 
from Dom’s mouth as he spoke, “Lij got anything?”
      
      “No.  Uh, aren’t you cold?” His nipples, hovering a scant foot from Billy’s 
face, were still hard.  His eyes roamed up and down Billy’s body, then focusing on 
his almost invitingly.  
      
      “No.”  Dominic smelled like cigarettes and sweat.     
Billy didn’t know what to say after that, so he just watched Dom turn and walk into 
the bathroom, somehow-bared feet slapping on the white tiles.  Since Dom’s back 
was safely turned, Billy followed the curve of his spine as he moved, confused by 
the desire to reach out and touch that pale skin or maybe lick it.  He stared as 
Dom bent and twisted, yanking his boxers down and kicking them off.  Still a little 
off-balance, he had to catch himself against the sink, but managed to accomplish 
it. 
      
      Unable to look away from Dominic’s perfect ass, Billy felt hot all over; he 
told himself it was just the steam beginning to come from out of the bathroom—the 
hotel room was absurdly small for Elijah’s usual surroundings. 
      
      Dom stepped carefully into the shower.  Billy was both disappointed and 
relieved.  Now he could get back to the book and forget whatever signals Dom 
might have been sending had ever happened.  But it was not to be.
      
      “Billy, come talk to me.”  He should have known.  
      
      “What?  Why?” Nervous now, he got up, and gripping the Lord of the 
Rings in both hands like a protective talisman, Billy walked into the bathroom.  
Dom hadn’t closed the curtain.  Warm water splashed on the floor, steam fogged 
the mirror and began to curl the pages of the Lord of the Rings, foiling Billy’s 
second attempt at keeping it alive, but all that was completely unimportant 
because Dom was naked and wet…naked and wet (holyshit fuckme 
whatisgoingon?).
      
      “Sit down.” Dom gestured towards the toilet, then frowned. “Close the 
door, it’ll get cold.”
  	
      Billy did as he was told, then sat limply; well, not limply, he was pressing 
the book to his crotch in an attempt to hide the growing bulge there.  Dom stood 
beneath the showerhead, completely at ease.  Motherfucking Christ, Billy thought 
as the water ran down his friend’s face, dripping off his chin, wetly caressing his 
chest and thighs.  Little pools gleamed in the hollows of his collarbone, and yes, 
Billy was suddenly fantasizing about being that water, streaming down his chest, 
over his back, and running all the way down to Dom’s small ass…Billy snapped his 
eyes up, terrified Dom had caught him looking but no, he was leaning forwards, 
head down, eyes closed, running his hands through his hair, massaging his scalp.  
      
      “You’re…uh…you’re getting water everywhere,” Billy managed to gasp 
through his rapidly tightening throat.  Dom didn’t seem to hear.  Billy’s fingers 
clenched around his soggy book, his cock already throbbing in anticipation, as 
Dom grabbed blindly for the little bar of free soap.  
      
      “ Up a little. No, to the right. There.” Billy said helpfully (why?) as Dom 
kept poking his hand out.  Funny, he hadn’t noticed before, but Dom had 
something written on his hands…Billy on the right, Boyd on the left.  His stomach 
lurched.  Had Dom planned this?  Did Elijah know? Where was he anyway? He 
was beginning to wonder if Dominic was trying to seduce him.  
      
      “Lij’ll slip and break his…his neck.  Wasn’t he with you and Orli tonight?” 
Billy was desperate for conversation.  Anything to make this seem more normal 
and prevent him from leaning forwards just a little to get a good look at Dom’s 
cock. Dom was soaping his upper body, sudsy water dripping down his arms, 
chest, navel and ass…yes, Billy was looking, no, fuck, he was staring.  
      
      And suddenly Dom was staring back.  Billy went cold inside despite the 
almost tropical heat of the bathroom.  Caught, caught, oh shit, his mind screamed.  
      
      “He’s playing Playstation with Sean.” A pause in which Dom’s hands 
slipped, no, slid provocatively into what Billy now thought of as the Forbidden 
Zone.  “Kicking his ass.” Some possible stroking and incredibly erotic soaping 
going on there, but Billy couldn’t be sure since he was NOT LOOKING.  
      
      “Oh.  So, uh, what are you doing here, then?” 
      
      “You’re here.  Anyway, what’s there for Merry to do without Pippin?” Dom 
turned to face him, eyes intense and dark.  Then he grinned and it was taking all of 
Billy’s self control not to fix his eyes on those slender hands.  Hands that would 
look sexier wrapped around his own eager dick than Dom’s.    
      
      “Why do you have my name written on your hands?” He was shocked to 
hear his voice, because, in order to see said writing he would have to be looking at 
said hands that were currently caressing Dom’s cock.  Which, Billy could see, was 
halfway hard.  His own hands clenched around the innocent book.    
      
      Dom didn’t answer.  He simply stood there for a moment longer, rinsing, 
then bent to turn off the water.  Billy quickly averted his eyes.  The sight of Dom’s 
gleaming ass, wet thighs spread, long line of his bare back bent in front of him 
would have been too much, and he would have had to ---to what? Billy thought in 
alarm.  What the hell was he thinking?  
      
      “Towel.” Dom pointed with the Billy hand, dripping onto the tiles.  Billy, the 
man, didn’t move.  To get the towel he would have to stand up and no way was his 
book going to hide his obvious erection.  Of course, the alternative was to sit and 
stare at a nude, wet Dom.    
      
      “Towel…or do you like me better without it?” Dom grinning, his 
nonchalantly hands planted on his hips, but his voice was rough, ragged.  He was 
breathing fast.    
      
      Billy couldn’t breathe at all.  His dick throbbed painfully, trapped in his 
jeans.  Unable to move, he watched as Dom stepped out of the shower, careful on 
the wet floor.  Ignoring the towel sitting on the sink, Billy stood numbly, dropping 
his poor book.  They were only inches apart now.
      
      “What do you want?” Dom whispered, his wet lips hovering over Billy’s.  
His hair was still hanging in his eyes, dripping chill little drops onto his chest.  Billy 
reached up and pushed the hair aside before moving to press his body to Dom’s.  
      
      “You.  I want you.” He growled into Dom’s mouth as his hands slid around 
his waist, then ventured lower—the smooth, damp skin of Dom’s buttocks as he 
cupped them and squeezed was goddamn amazing.  
      
        So was Dom’s warm tongue in his mouth as he kissed Billy.  Their cocks 
bumped and rubbed.  Billy could barely believe any of this was happening.  He 
was excited…more aroused than he could ever remember being with a girl…Dom 
was whimpering into his mouth as Billy pushed against him.  Denim grinding into 
naked flesh, Billy rubbed his cock against Dom’s and forced his back against the 
wall. The younger man’s hands were beneath Billy’s shirt; they pinched his nipples 
hard as Dom’s wet back hit the icy wall.  
      
      Billy moaned, gripping Dom’s ass cheeks, spreading and fondling them to 
hear him whimper. His mouth moved hotly over clean, soap-smelling skin; he 
teased Dom by lapping around his nipples until he was arching into his tongue and 
pulling Billy’s hair to position him.  All the while Dom’s hard cock was pressing 
against Billy, begging for attention.  
      
      Going to his knees, barely noticing the cold puddle he’d landed in, he 
hesitated.  His mind had finally caught up with his actions and Billy wondered what 
he was doing.  He wasn’t gay or even bi…yet, why did he have the almost 
uncontrollable urge to lick and taste his best friend’s dick?  Because it was Dom 
and Dom was beautiful.  
      
      “Billy, you don’t have to…” Dom began. He was panting above him, the 
Boyd hand resting on his shoulder.  
      
      Billy thought, yes I do and taking Dom’s thick cock in his hand, he stroked 
it.  It was smooth and warm, and very, very hard.  Thicker than his own, he mused.  
Billy laughed inwardly before taking the head into his mouth.  He was longer.      
      
      “Ohhh.  Oh, yeah, Billy.” Dom sounded like he was enjoying it as Billy 
sucked gently on the first few inches, sliding his hand up and down the shaft; he 
took a bit more into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the head.  He’d never 
done this before, but hell, he knew what he liked.  He could taste Dom’s precum. 
Huh, not terrible at all, kind of nice.  Moving up and down, trying to remember how 
he liked it, Billy alternated sucking hard with licking and lapping at Dom’s cock.  All 
at once, it was thrust deep into his mouth and Dom’s hands tangled in his hair.  
Surprised, Billy swallowed as Dom came.   
      
      “Sorry…you were really good.” He looked up at Dom’s worried eyes and 
felt the heat running through his veins intensify.  He was so beautiful, so lovely.  
Billy wasn’t shocked to realize he didn’t just want a blowjob…he wanted to fuck 
him, to fuck Dom and make him come again, this time screaming his name.          
      
      “Guess that means it’s my go.” Billy said; standing and pressing himself 
back up against Dom’s body.  He wanted to reassure him; and let him feel how 
hard he still was.  Dom looked so nervous and utterly unlike his usual 
mischievous, confident self.  The younger man hadn’t moved…he seemed willing 
for him to take control.  Blind leading the blind, Billy thought with a mental shrug 
and kissed him hungrily.  
      
      Getting back to the bed was complicated by Dom’s attempts at undressing 
him and Billy capturing his mouth at every opportunity.  Stopping bathroom 
doorway, he lifted his arms briefly so Dom could pull his shirt off.  Then, unable to 
wait, Billy nipped at his lips and sucked at his tongue before turning to lick a path 
up his neck. Dom froze, hands gripping Billy’s fly, as Billy breathed hotly into his 
ear, gently chewing on his earlobe.  
      
      “My Dommie.” He crooned, fingers rubbing and circling Dom’s nipples to 
the rhythm of his swirling tongue.  Billy trailed one hand teasingly down his belly, 
nails scraping through the light fringe of hair to find Dom’s hard on.   It bumped 
hard against him as Dom instantly thrust up into his hand.   
      
       Billy laughed and moved his mouth to suckle at his collarbone, pleased 
by Dom’s eager whimpering cries. He wondered if anyone in the surrounding 
rooms could hear them.  The idea sent an electric jolt of excitement straight to his 
cock.  Dom fumbled clumsily with his pants and boxers, fingers stammering when 
Billy changed the pace of his mouth.  Finally, they were down, then stumbling back 
the last few feet to fall heavily together on the bed, Billy rolled on top of Dom, 
pinning the younger man. The sensation of bare skin touching, their cocks rubbing 
with Billy’s precum slick between them was ecstasy. Dom wrapped his arms 
around his neck and immediately began to rock, encouraging Billy thrust.  For the 
first time he wondered how many times Dom had done this.   
      
      Billy moaned against Dom’s neck, his balls ached, god, he wanted to 
come so bad.  It was unbelievable, incredible …but he wanted more and he wasn’t 
sure exactly how to go about it.  Dom was bucking excitedly beneath him, hips 
moving faster and faster, the friction sending him closer to the edge.   
      
      “Wait, wait,” he gasped, pulling back.  Dom didn’t stop, exactly, but he 
slowed.  Good, Billy could think a little now. 
      
      “I want to…Dom, could I…would you…” he felt himself flush in 
embarrassment. Christ, he was asking if he could fuck him.  Beneath him Dom 
inhaled sharply before whispering, 
      
      “Yeah, yeah.  I…I want you to.”  
      
      Jesus, that was hot.  Sweaty, flushed, Dom’s smooth skin moving away 
was like a physical pain as Billy sat back. But, to his surprise, Dom didn’t turn over.  
Instead he ran his hands up Billy’s thighs, making him shudder.  
      
      “Let me do this first.” Dom said, eyes half-lidded, voice velvety.  Before 
Billy could answer he’d already lowered his head, blonde hair brushing Billy’s 
navel, tongue flicking on his cock.  
      
      “Oh god.” Billy moaned, hands clutching and twisting the sheets as Dom’s 
hot mouth engulfed him, felt like the bastard was swallowing him whole.  “Jesus, 
Dom…” He couldn’t stop himself from arching up from the bed, thrusting into 
Dom’s throat.  
      
      Dominic lifted his head long enough to gasp, “It’s okay,” before continuing. 
      The blowjob seemed to last forever, ages of almost unbearable pleasure.   
Dom bobbed his head up and down, taking all of Billy’s cock with every dip.  He 
lapped briefly at his balls before swirling his tongue around Billy’s cock head.   Billy 
was hanging onto his control by a thread.  Finally he managed the effort to pull 
Dominic’s head up.  
      
      “Now” He breathed.  Dom nodded and turned over obediently, his long 
thighs and legs shifting to stretch out one on each side of Billy.  He lifted his ass 
and stuffing the pillows still piled at the headboard beneath his hips, rested his 
head on his arms.  
      
      No lube, Billy thought.  He glanced down at his cock—it was still wet from 
Dom’s mouth and pearly drops of precum glistened on the tip.  Dominic didn’t 
seem concerned.  
      
      “Have you done this before?” Billy murmured, moving up to position 
himself directly in front of Dom’s tight hole.  Fuck, he looked so small.  Billy 
wondered if he would even fit.  The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Dom.    
      
      “No.” Dom turned his head, gorgeous eyes trustingly on his.  
	
Billy didn’t have to ask if he wanted it though…the way Dom’s thighs quivered in 
anticipation when he spread him answered that question.  Crouching, he began to 
slowly ease the tip of his cock into Dom’s ass.  Billy’s eyes closed as he tried not 
to lose control.  Dominic was extraordinarily tight, the ring of muscles almost 
defeating his attempts to inch it in.  He was panting, obviously struggling to 
accommodate him.  He yelped as Billy thrust deeper.  
      
      “Sorry…” Billy stopped moving, holding himself in place.  He’d only gotten 
about three inches inside.  Dom’s ass was fucking exquisite.  It gripped him 
snugly, throbbing with heat as he gently pumped in and out, only permitting 
himself those three glorious inches.  Slowly, slowly it yielded to his patience, 
allowing Billy to sink a little deeper.  Dom was making whining noises in his throat, 
volume increasing with each disappearing inch.
      
      “You’re so fucking amazing,” Billy gasped leaning forward to press his 
head against Dom’s shoulder.  Dom turned his head, whimpering and as Billy 
eased himself even deeper, his eyes widened.  Billy kissed Dominic’s open mouth 
to muffle the scream and stilled his thrusts to allow his lover a few moments to 
adjust.  Eventually Dom kissed him back, tongue tangling with his, mouth hot and 
eager.  
      
      “Not…hurting you…am I?” Billy asked seriously. Dom shook his head.  
      That was good.  Billy moved in and out, slowly at first then faster, finding a 
good rhythm.  He still wasn’t entirely inside, but didn’t lack much.  Dominic was 
moaning beneath him, breathing in panting gasps.  Billy began to carefully angle 
himself…he didn’t know exactly where to… Dom cried out suddenly, ass jutting up 
against Billy’s cock, taking him fully inside.  
      
      “Billy, dontstopdontstop.” Obviously Billy had found the place.  He was 
driving hard into Dom now, making sure to hit the right angle with every deep 
stroke.  
      
      “Billy oh god, ohhh.” Dom was screaming now, fortunately muffled a bit 
against his arm.  Still, Billy thought that everyone in the damn hotel could probably 
hear him.  Every time Dominic called his name Billy got closer to the edge, his dick 
being massaged by Dom’s snug ass, feeling him rock backwards every time he 
withdrew…. then Dom came and he squeezed Billy’s cock so hard it almost hurt, 
his entire passage throbbing. 
      
      It was too much, he couldn’t last any longer.  Billy gripped his Dominic’s 
hips tightly, burying himself as far as possible as he came, closing his eyes, light 
exploding in his brain, unbelievable sensation of Dom’s ass clenching around him, 
wringing every drop from his balls.   
      
      He collapsed on top of Dom, breathing hard, dripping sweat. For a few 
minutes Billy didn’t move, couldn’t move.  Then he rolled off of the younger man, 
flopping on his back.  Dom raised his head, and wriggled the few inches that 
separated them to press his cheek against Billy’s stomach, and wrap an arm 
around him.  Billy was gazing at the hand, still branded Boyd as it lay on his chest 
when Dom spoke,
      
      “Billy…I…”
      
      “I know.” Billy whispered.  Dom looked up, eyes wide.  Billy could barely 
breathe at the fear in them.  “I love you, Dom.”  He bent and kissed his forehead.  
Never hurt you, Dommie, he thought fiercely. Dominic shifted, moving upwards on 
Billy’s body.  Their mouths had just touched when voices materialized outside the 
door. 
      
      It was Elijah and company arriving to claim his room.  Billy and Dom’s 
eyes locked, one thought between them: “Oh, shit.”