J e n n a - - - W a y (jettabug) wrote in lotrporn,
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Hello! I'm new to the group, but I just wanted to post my latest Monaboyd smut fic. :D

Title: Deserves A Quiet Night
Pairing: Dominic/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic slash (m/m) sex. If this doesn't float your boat, please don't read.
Summary: Dom remembers.
Archives: *// Candy Clouds
Notes: I *heart* Monaboyd.


Deserves A Quiet Night
by Jetta


Deserves a quiet night…

There have been times in my life when things have been pretty close to perfect. It hasn’t happened very often, actually, no more than one particular time, but I’ve never forgotten it.

I don’t think I ever will.

The photograph on the dashboard,
Taken years ago…


It was one of those moments where everything was just so right. So unbelievably perfect, that in that moment, you were so happy to finally feel that way, yet so scared it would all go away.

I felt all that and more. I felt like the second I would embrace the feeling of happiness, of unpainted, unaffected happiness, I would lose it.

I guess I’m just so lucky I shared this perfect moment with a perfect person. Someone who means the world to me.

Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse…

It was the night of October 16, an unseasonably warm night in New Zealand that had me lying out on a chaise lounge on the deck of my apartment, looking out over one of the most beautiful bays Wellington had to offer.

I wasn’t sleeping, I was just thinking. Thinking about my life, about all that had happened in the year I’d been in New Zealand.

I was deeply involved in my thoughts when the sliding door slid open, and my best friend slipped out.

“Hot, ain’t it?” he asked, sitting down on the spare chaise lounge beside me.

“You got that right,” I told him, watching him out of the corner of my eye.

Billy Boyd wasn’t your regular best friend. He was better than that. He was everything you needed him to be. He was your mom when you were homesick, and your brother when you needed to talk, or your therapist when you had a problem.

‘Best friend’ didn’t really do him justice.

“We have a big day tomorrow, Dom,” Billy reminded me in his Scottish accent, that always reminded me of music. It had such a calming, flowing effect on me.

“Uhmmm,” I murmured, my eyes fixed out over the ocean, the moonlight bouncing off the white crest of the small waves, lapping at the sand.

“Don’t you think you should be sleeping?”

I looked at him and smiled. “It’s too hot to sleep. Inside, anyway.”

Not sure all these people understand...

Billy smiled, a mischievous smile, one that I knew well. “Well let’s cool off.”

I frowned, suspicious of his motivations. “What are you talking about?”

Billy nodded towards the ocean. “Swim with me.”

“Are you crazy?” I demanded of him, sitting up in my lounge chair to stare at him.

“No. Just hot.”

I sat there and thought for a while, studying Billy’s face. “Ok,” I agreed and stood up. “Let’s go.”

Billy followed suit and stood up, and followed me back inside, through my apartment and out the front door.

Not before long, we were standing on the dark beach, and I was curling my toes into the sand.

Night swimming, deserves a quiet night…

I felt Billy’s hand slip into mine as we just stood at the shoreline, looking out over the water, silent.

“It’s beautiful,” he said softly.

I smiled. “Let’s go.”

I stripped off my shirt, followed by my boxer shorts and sandals, and raced towards the water at full speed, hitting the cold water in a mass of flying limbs.

As I resurfaced, I heard Billy laughing at me. I looked towards where he stood, pulling off his own shorts, and began to run towards me.

He dove into the ocean and came up, grabbing me around the waist.

“God, this feels good,” he said, placing a salty kiss on my neck.

“That it does,” I agreed, hugging his body tightly to mine as I kicked out, taking us further out into the bay.

I stopped when I could just touch, and rubbed my fingers over Billy’s back under the water.

He let go of me suddenly and pushed away, floating over the surface of the water.

I watched him float, his body sliding effortlessly across the top of the water, like he weighed nothing. His hands were thrown out at the side of his body, and his legs parted to give him balance.

I swam over to him and reached out and lightly ran my fingers over his tight stomach.

He jumped and lifted his head out of the water. “You scared me,” he said, a smile on his face.

“You’re beautiful.”

He didn’t say anything, just paddled towards me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and leaned in, placing a long, passionate kiss to my lips.

And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe night swimming.


The water cooled me down, but Billy’s kisses just got me hot again.

“Stop,” I said softly between a kiss, placing my index finger to his lips.

“Why?” he demanded softly, breathing heavily, leaning his forehead against mine.

“Because, if you don’t…I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Oh,” Billy said knowingly, a smile on his lips.

“Yeah,” I told him, running my hands over his bare ass beneath the water.

“You doing that isn’t helping me much either,” he admitted, flinching as my fingers floated too closet to his tender opening.

“Love you, Bill.”

Billy sucked on my neck momentarily. “Love you, Dom.”

His legs wrapped tighter around my waist, pressing his erection into my stomach. I groaned and began to slowly paddle back to shore, Billy wrapped around my body.

“Dom…” Billy called as I felt my ass hit the sand, sending me into a sitting position.

“Yeah?”

Billy ground his erection into mine again. “Fuck me on the beach…”

It wasn’t a question, it was more of a demand. Not that Dom had any problem with that.

“We could get caught.”

It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.


Billy just smiled, and kissed my neck hungrily, which made my cock ache for what he was suggesting.

“Just wait,” I told him breathlessly.

His lips left my neck, and already I missed them.

“Get down on the sand.”

Billy raised an eyebrow, but climbed off my lap and lay down in the shallow water on his back, pressed to the sand.

I moved over to him, and lay down on top of him, my mouth seeking his.

Our lips joined in an obsessive kiss, our hands moving over each other’s body with such want.

My hand traveled down his body, reaching for his dick. I grasped it tightly in my fist and began to pump my hand up and down Billy’s length.

He moaned into my mouth. “God, Dom…”

I continued with my work, putting all my efforts of bringing Billy to the edge.

“Soon, Dom…I’m gonna come…”

At his admission, I pulled my hand away and ceased, which made Billy frown up at me.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

I smiled secretly and climbed atop his body once again, and positioned myself at his entrance.

Instead of answering his question, I thrust hard into his body, and he cried out in surprise.

“God, Dom…”

I dug my hands into the sand and began a fairly rigorous pace, thrusting into Billy with all I had, his tightness gripping my cock like a vice.

“Fuck…” Billy’s curse floated away on the breeze as his hands clamped my ass beneath the film of water, trying to force me into him further.

I drove in as hard as I could, until it physically hurt, my cock bumping Billy’s prostate in each heated plunge.

The world around us was silent, and the only sounds that filled the night air were Billy’s profanities, and my hostile grunts as I made love to my boyfriend in the ocean.

It was such a forbidden act, such a taboo thing to do in the middle of a public beach, when anyone could come along and spot us. Not to mention our co-stars, our friends, standing on their balconies for some reason, and catching us in the middle of such a public act.

The thought of being caught aroused me so much, I didn’t think I would last long. And I could tell by the way Billy’s face contorted with pleasure that he wouldn’t be too far off, either.

I reached down between our bodies and grabbed Billy’s cock, and began to tug on it, matching my thrusts.

“Dom, like fuck…” Billy growled and pressed his eyes closed in a last-ditch attempt to hold onto his sanity.

“Come for me Bill,” I encouraged, feeling him tightened precariously around my aching cock.

“I’m gonna come for you, Dommie…” Billy assured me, his legs wrapping around my waist as his balls tightened, and emptied himself into my hand.

“That’s it baby,” I praised, placing a wet kiss to Billy’s cheek as I thrust into him three more times before releasing my own seed into his tightness.

We lay there in three feet of water, breathing heavily and clinging to each other.

“Beautiful…” I murmured, wrapping my arms around Billy’s shoulders, pulling him too me.

Lying there beneath the stars and the moon shining down on us, it felt like such a magical moment. Like I had shared this beautiful gift with the man I loved surrounded by everything I valued. Nature, beauty, the ocean.

And that was when I felt truly happy.

The moon is low tonight…

I set down the jar on the mantle and smiled. The jar held so much beauty and wonder for me. Held so much of a time that was perfect.

To others, it wasn’t anything more than a decorative piece of art, set above the fireplace.

But to me, to Billy, it was more than that. It wasn’t just a simple jar filled with sand from a beach in Wellington. It was a jar that held a perfect moment, a moment where we were content, happy, faultless.

It was a jar of sand from our night swimming, the night of lying in the water of the New Zealand Ocean, staring up at the sky, and the shining stars when I turned to Billy and asked him to marry me.

He began to cry and accepted my proposal, and we hugged and kissed and cried together until the sun peeked up from over the mountains in the distance.

We had dressed and were ready to head back to my apartment when Billy had grabbed two handfuls of sand.

I didn’t ask about it, I didn’t have to.

He put it in an old jam jar as soon as we’d gotten back to my room. He just put it in there and put the lid on tight, and set it on my side table, and we made love right there next to it on my bed.

And now we’re married. And I can’t walk past this jar of sand without remembering our night swimming.

Night swimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.



Night Swimming, REM

Night swimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.

Night swimming deserves a quiet night.
I'm not sure all these people understand.
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday.

Night swimming, remembering that night.
September's coming soon.
I'm pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe night swimming.

You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me,
this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
Night swimming.

The photograph reflects,
Every streetlight a reminder.
Night swimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.
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I loved that.
Now, I wish that they would actually do that and tape it.
haha.
<3<3
Thank you!

And your icon...wowsa. ;)