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My First Pr0n. :-\
Title: "A Wasted Cup of Tea"
Author: ChiFlipGrl
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: Um... R/NC-17? For language and sexual content?
Summary: Angsty!Billy on the phone with Dom. Summary suckage. Aye.
Feedback: Go easy... I'm a beginner.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys, and if this has ever really happened, I've got a bridge I'd like to sell ya...
Author's Notes: Angst, and sex, and angst, OH MY!! Also, I have no idea what I'm doing, and mucho props to eosthilas for teh BETAOMGWTF.



The distant buzzing in his ear invaded his senses, demanding his attention...

"... Sean and Elijah getting it on in New York, in public... Absolute nancy boys, those two..."

He's once again become the mediator, the shoulder to cry on, to vent to...

"... Have you seen the trailer for Sean's new movie? Don't know what Lijah sees in him, honestly..."

He takes a deep breath and forces himself off the couch. Always 'Elijah this, Elijah that'... Yet, he's the one Dom always comes back to. 'Bollocks.' A cup of tea, he figures, will calm his nerves, ease his mind.

"... You there, Bill?"

"Aye. I'm just listenin' to you, mate."

He inadvertently slams down the kettle onto the stove. He doesn't want to listen anymore. He needs to put down this phone. He's not sure how much more of this he can take, how much more of Dom's game he can play.

"... I went to this pub the other night. Met someone quite fascinating. Couldn't take my eyes off of her..."

He blinks, momentarily freezes searching for a tea cup. 'Met a girl, did we?' He draws in a shaky breath, feigning smug interest.

"Really now? On you go, Dom." Billy clears his throat. "What was so fascinating about her?"

Dom pauses for a second. "Something about her eyes. Iridescent emeralds, they were." Billy snorts at Dom's dreamlike tone. "And she had these lips. This pair of light pink lips... like pink butterfly wings. Absolutely gorgeous"

He ignores the annoying tugging and breaking of the heart strings in his chest. He determinedly steeps a tea bag in the hot water in his cup.

"Well, then... You going to see this beautiful butterfly lady again?"

Dom continues his train of thought, oblivious to Billy's question.

"And I was watching her, you know? Her hands, her fingers..." They were so delicate, so pale, so dainty..."

'On with it, Dom. I don't bloody care...' Billy struggles to keep his temper in order, instead channeling his frustration into the stirring of his tea. Dom rambles on.

"... And her body... Bloody hell, Bill... She had this, you know, strong build... her waist, her hips, her legs... But she had this milky skin that would probably bruise if you touched her... Oh, God, mate..."

Billy chuckles, hearing Dom shift in his chair through the phone. "Gettin' randy just talking about her, eh?"

"You bet, man. I should shag her the next time I see her at that pub. You wanna know why, Bill?"

Billy exhaled harshly. 'I don't care who you fucking shag, you ponce.' He leaned back against his kitchen counter and brought the hot cup to his lips. "Because she's bloody gorgeous? I don't know... Why, Dom?"

"Because she reminds me of you."

The pain from the hot water, along with the thud of the heavy cup against his foot, doesn't seem to register in Billy's head until about ten seconds later, when he finally blinks and remembers to breathe.

"Fuckin' shite!" He scrambles to clean up the now-wasted cup of tea all over his just-mopped floor, remembering that one needs a towel to clean and that just wiping with your hand does not absorb the liquid; it spreads it.

"Billy..." Dom sounds incredibly unconcerned about Billy's current situation.

"Dammit... Dom, hold on." He puts down the phone and cleans the mess properly with actual paper towels. He stops midway through. He sits on the floor and leans back on the cabinet doors. All the implications that could be construed from that one sentence rush into his brain. He pictures himself picking up the phone and yelling into Dom's ear, 'What the fuck does that mean?! You're such a fucking wanker! You can't keep doing this to me! Make up your fucking mind!' He tries to steady his breathing.

"... Billy?" Dom's voice faintly touches his ears from the phone lying on the floor. Billy stares at it. His brain chastises him. 'Pick up the fucking phone, you idiot.'

Billy takes a deep breath and smiles into the phone. "Sorry 'bout that. Cup ran away from me..." Comedic relief. Right.

"Billy..."

Billy fakes a laugh. "Are you trying to say that I'm feminine, Mr. Monaghan?"

"Bill..."

"... Because, the last time I checked, I wasn't the one flouncing around New York and LA shopping for shoes..."

"You know what I'd love to do, Billy?"

The tone in Dom's voice stops Billy in his tracks. It's became deeper, more serious, sultry even. Billy swallows the lump in his throat. "What?" he says, almost whispering.

"I'd love to take her into that pub's bathroom and thrust her against a stall door..." he begins, "... if she's anything like you, no doubt she'll let out a little mewl slash gasp, like you do."

Billy shuts his eyes. 'Don't listen. Please don't listen. Hang up this phone.' "Dom..." Billy has to stop this. This is Dom's game, what he always does. "Dom, don't."

Dom's only just begun. "... I'd love to run my tongue from her ear lobe to her stomach because if she's anything like you, she'll groan when I lick her nipple and grab my hair when I tongue her navel."

Billy feels his arousal awaken. He can feel Dom's tongue on his body, sweeping across the expanse of his incredibly hot skin. It's been too long, far too long since the last time he had Dom in that position. Right now, he can do nothing but listen.

"... I'd love to turn her around and grind myself into her. If she's anything like you, she'll reach behind her and motion for me to slap her ass. You like that, don't you, mate? Well, so will she."

Billy resists the urge to stroke himself. 'I'm not doing this, dammit... He will not do this to me...' He's fully aware that Dom has been stroking his own member for the past few minutes.

"... I'd love to lift up her skirt, pull down her panties, and just lick around her ass hole and tease it with my fingers. She'll probably start swearing under her breath at that point. That's what you do." Dom sighs, no doubt having just adjusted the angle of his stroke and hitting a sweet spot.

Billy throws caution to the wind and lowers his jeans and boxers. The head of his cock flushes reddish purple from the lack of attention. Billy licks his right palm and finally strokes himself upwards. He lets out a little groan.

He hears Dom softly chuckle. "About time, you twat..."

"Dom..." Billy hears the urgency in his own voice. Urgency for what, Billy has no clue.

"... I'd love to bend her over the toilet, and have her hands gripping the wall. She'll be dripping wet already, just like you are. Aren't you, Billy?" Dom's breath is beginning to catch in his throat.

Billy spreads the pre-cum collecting at the tip over his shaft. The slick sensation and musky smell invades his skin, causing goose bumps to form up and down his arms. Billy moans loudly.

"... I'd love to spread her ass cheeks wide and just lightly blow air onto her hole. You taught me that trick, Bill. Feels fucking great, doesn't it?"

Billy groans. He can feel Dom teasing his ass, lightly licking the puckered entrance. He can faintly hear the sound of Dom's hand, the stroke becoming slightly erratic. Billy sucks on his left middle finger until it's properly lubed. He reaches behind and underneath his left leg to moisten his entrance. Taking in a breath, he slowly enters it into himself. "Oh, God..."

Dom's breathing has become shallower by the second. "If you stick two more in there, it'll feel like I'm inside of you."

Billy quickly brings his left hand back to his mouth to wet his ring and pointer fingers. He deftly thrusts his fingers back inside himself, enjoying the sudden singe of pain. "Oh... Christ..."

"But, nothing feels as good as my cock actually inside you, eh, Bill? Filling every inch of you?" Dom punctuates the question with a low growl that sends shivers through Billy's brainwaves.

Billy has set up a rhythm, a thrust-thrust/stroke-stroke-squeeze simultaneous method that he's perfected over the years. But, now, there's a feeling of anger, of frustration, behind the thrusting of his fingers in his ass, the squeezing of his flushed shaft.

Dom's not quite finished yet. "... I'd love to just grab her hips and fuck her inch by inch, make her feel me all the way into her stomach, until she feels like she's being split into two pieces. You like it when I make you feel like that, right, Bill?"

Billy's mind is swimming. He's angry, he's frustrated, he's bitter. But most of all, he's worried about coming all over the kitchen floor.

"Don't worry about the fucking clean-up, Bill."

Billy scoffs underneath his breath. It always amazes him that Dom can read his mind. Billy feels the wonderful heaviness swell within the depths of his belly.

"You're gonna come soon, aren't you, Bill?" Dom is out right panting into the phone, the low grumbling that his voice has succumbed to intensifying.

"Oh, God, Dom..." Billy stares at the ceiling, every cell in his body humming with arousal, screaming for release.

"... I'd love to fuck her into the wall, Bill. I'd love to grab her hips and thrust into her until she loses feeling in her legs and forgets her name. You know that feeling, right? The feeling you get when I'm fucking you into the bed? The feeling you get when I hit that right angle and it feels like your head and legs have shot off?" Dom's own moans cut himself off. "Ah... God, Billy..."

Billy's fingers curl inside of him, and graze near his prostate. Billy hisses, and speeds up his stroking. He hears that his furious pace matches Dom's own.

Dom makes a strangled sound. "Oh, God... I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come in her ass, and keep pounding into her until there's nothing left in me. She'll be screaming my name, clutching at the walls, trying to grab onto- ah..." ah..." Dom comes with a shout, grunting once every second, until, finally, he's spent. "Oooh.... She's so fucking tight, Bill..."

Billy groans, feeling his own release pushing near the edge. "Ah... fuck..."

"I bet she's a screamer... like you."

"Fuck... Dommie..."

"Come for me, Bill."

The low grumble in the command sends Billy's eyes rolling into the back of his head, screaming Dom's name towards the heavens, bucking into his hand, his seed spurting into lazy formations on the floor in front of him.

When Billy's eyes regain focus, he observes the crude mess on his kitchen floor. He scoffs at himself, disgusted that he played along, that he continues to play along, with this sick, twisted game in which Dom holds all the cards.

"Hey, Bill?" Dom's voice has gone back to its cheeky self rather quickly.

It's taking Billy longer to regain his composure and his breathing. He takes one, long, deep breath before responding. "Yes, Dom?"

"Elijah and I are going back to that pub. You fancy tagging along?"

Billy blinks and doesn't answer. He's stunned. 'That's it? Going back to the beginning, like we always do, in this fucking vicious cycle? Is it always going to be like this?' Billy feels the lust that was just humming in his veins melt away, being replaced by repulsion and rage.

"Bill?"

He stands up quickly, angrily pulling up his boxers and jeans. How Dom can act like the both of them didn't just wank off with each other over the phone is beyond Billy. It's all beyond Billy's comprehension. At one point, there has to be the last straw.

"You coming out with us, Billy? Just you, me, and Elijah? Oh, and that girl might be there, mate? Exciting, eh?" Dom sounds positively amused.

Billy breathes steadily. He stands over the kitchen sink, gripping the counter, his knuckles going white. He's likely to make himself faint, literally feeling his blood boiling underneath his skin. "No, thanks, Dom. I'll, ah... I think I'm just gonna stay in... and clean."

"Awww..." Dom's whining infuriates him even more. "Some other time, then?"

'Oblivious. Abso-fucking-lutely oblivious to what's happening, to the consequences of this entire fucking conversation.' He feels the tears of fury shivering at rim of his eyes. He doesn't respond.

"Bill?" Dom's voice changes again. To what emotion, Billy doesn't know, and finds himself not caring.

It takes all of Billy's left over energy to answer. "Yes, Dom?"

"I love you."

The final straw. The tears are flowing. Billy can't help himself now. He can't stop himself from taking the phone away from his ear, and staring at the buttons.

"Bill? Billy? Can you he-"

*Click*