Dom the Dom

Title: Dom the dom

Author: Ginny Powell

Rating: NC-17

Setting: During the filming of LotR

Pairing: Dom/Sean/Billy

Archive: Sure, just tell me.

Feedback: Of course! wmginnypowell@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: I don’t know these guys (damn!), I’m sure
they would NEVER do anything like this, but it turns me on to think about it,
and I think they would be cool with that.

Warning: Real Person Fic

Note: To see the pic that inspired it all, go to http://www.geocities.com/wmginnypowell/Domshowerfull.jpg.

Summary: In case the title doesn’t spell it out
enough for you: Dominic orders Sean and Billy around for their mutual pleasure.

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Part 2 – A Beginning

In the kitchen of his London home, Sean Bean took a sip of
Chardonnay with a floury hand, then went back to his tart dough. As he rolled
out the dough and shaped it into the pan, his mind was busily going over all
the other preparations still needed for the party he was giving that night.

In the year since he’d been back from New Zealand, he’d
pursued many projects, had a few film and stage roles. But this was the first
play he had considered producing, and he wanted the evening to go well. There
were people who needed to be persuaded to invest more money, big name actors to
coax into signing on. And everyone needed to get to know each other and make
sure they got along. A friendly cast was a happy cast.

His big hands paused halfway around the tart pan. Memories
of the one cast that would always mean the most to him flashed through his
mind. Especially memories of his last day on set. He’d seen some of the guys
since – had dinner with Viggo, spent a few weeks in a play with Ian, done Troy
with Orli. But he hadn’t seen Billy or Dom, as they’d both headed straight for
Hollywood and, it seemed, ever-growing fame.

Sighing, Sean went back to his work, took another sip of
wine. The phone rang. He made a half-hearted attempt to clean his hand on a
towel before reaching for it.

“Hello?” he said into the cordless receiver as he crossed to
the refrigerator.

“Hello, Sean,” came Dom’s low, seductive voice.

Sean stopped, bent nearly double behind the door of the
fridge, a quart of milk just beyond his fingertips.

“Are you there?” Dom sounded again. So it wasn’t a
hallucination.

“Yeah,” Sean replied, a little too heartily. “Just cookin’.
Hang on.” He closed the door of the fridge and stood up. “How are ya?” He
tried to sound breezy. Being an actor did have its uses.

“Good, good. Listen,” Dom said, “me and Billy ar tow town
and thought we’d drop”

No, Sean thought, bad timing. But he said,
“Yeah, sure, o’ course. Havin’ a party tonight.” At which important
business needs to be discussed, which you are not involved in. “In about
an hour. Come on by.”

“Excellent.” Dom sounded pleased. “See ya then.” Click.

Sean leaned against the counter, staring at the disconnected
phone for a while. Then he reached over, picked up his Chardonnay, and downed
the rest of the glass.

The hour passed quickly. Sean kept finding himself staring
into space when he was supposed to be checking something off his party list.
But somehow he managed to get most of it done and was standing in the living
room, dressed and ready, lighting some candles, when the doorbell rang.

He hurried over, unconsciously smoothing his burgundy
sweater and his hair before reaching for the knob.

“Well, hey, you’re right on time,” Sean said, smiling as he
stood back to let the first guest in. Though his smile wanted to droop – it
wasn’t Dom, only one of the venture capitalists. The man handed over a nice
bottle of wine and commented on how nice everything looked, while Sean kept
that frozen smile on his face and tried to make small talk.

This scene was repeated a dozen s ovs over the next een een
minutes. Each time the bell rang, Sean felt a nervous jolt in his stomach.
But each time it was someone-not-Dom, and the jolt relaxed into disappointment.

Then, when nearly everyone else had arrived, Sean found
himself opening the door, and smiling genuinely, if nervously.

“Hey,” Dom said, Billy waving over his shoulder. “Took us a
while to find the place.”

“Glad you could make it,” Seaid,aid, falling back on one of
his stock phrases. Then Dom stepped forward, holding out the requisite bottle
of wine.

And kept coming forward. He was very close now. Oh,
God, what is he going to do?, Sean suddenly worried. But Dom just gave him
a one-armed hug, and headed towards the food. Sean was left with the wine, and
a relieved expression. He held out a hand for Billy to shake, staving off any
more worries.

“How ya been, mate?” Billy asked, putting a hand familiarly
oan’san’s arm. “We’ve missed ya.”

“Yeah, I missed you, too,” Sean responded sincerely. “Well,
let me introduce you.” And they headed, together, into the living room, where
nearly everyone was standing around, nibbling hors d’oeuvres. Dom was
surrounded.

“You liked it? Yeah? Excellent,” Dom was saying, as
everyone seemed to want to congratulate him on the Fellowship of the Ring. “Wait’ll
you see the other two.”

When Sean and Billy entered, some of Dom’s crowd broke off
and surrounded Billy. Sean looked up and caught Dom’s eye. He was smiling
lopsidedly as he popped a carrot stick in his mouth. Apparently, Sean
thought wryly, my last two guests don’t need to be introduced.

Things went smoothly for an hour or so, talk and wine
flowing freely. Sean was in the kitchen refilling a per wer when Dom walked
in. Although, Sean thought, trying unsuccessfully to keep his eyes on
his work, it’s really more of a strut.

“So,” Dom began, leaning on the counter next to Sean and
grabbing a mini-quiche off the platter. “You’re gonna produce a play.”

“Yeah, I think so, if it works out,” Sean replied
noncommittally. Someone walked in to grab some ice from the freezer. Sean
nodded at them.

“We didn’t mean to butt in on anything,” Dom continued.
“Billy and me’ll disappear for a while, let you get your work done.”

“Thanks,” Sean said, meaning it. He was never going to be
able to conduct business with Dom’s eyes on him. “Then afterwards, we can-”

Ice-cube guy left, and Dom leaned close to Sean.
“Afterwards, Billy and I are gonna fuck you until you beg for mercy.” And
popping another quiche, Dom pushed off the counter and was gone.

Sean stood there a minute, getting his suddenly ragged
breathing under control, before he carried the platter back into the living
room.

Dom and Billy, as promised, were nowhere to be seen, though
conversation about them continued for a while before Sean could turn it to the
play. It was a struggleepineping his mind on the matter at hand, when it kept
straying to what was going to happen after, but be managed somehow.

When things had been worked out sufficiently for a start,
Sean didn’t even pretend to want people to stick around. They seemed to get
the hint, and soon everyone was making their goodbyes, promising to attend the
next meeting. When the last stragglers had left, Sean waved from the door,
then shut it and went to clean up.

He had thought that Billy and Dom would reappear when they
heard that the party was over, but when they hadn’t after several minutes, Sean
started to wonder whtheythey’d gone. He didn’t think they’d left the house. Upstairs,
then. They’d likely found his bedroom.

Sean’s hands shook a little as he scraped the last bit of
food off a plate. As he placed it in the sink, and surveyed the kitchen, he
decided it could all wait until morning. Quickly, he washed his hands and
headed up the stairs.

Sure enough, there was a light on in the room at the end of
the hallway. Sean’s steps slowed. As he neared the room, his hands once more
flitted over his clotand and hair. He reached the door, which was only partway
open. He pushed it back.

Dom was lounging on the bed, his hands behind his head, one
knee bent. Billy was laying on his stomach across the foot of the bed, kissing
the toes of Dom’s outstretched leg. Both were completely nude.

Dom looked up when the door opened. “Billy,” he said
lazily. “Help Sean out of those clothes.”

Billy jumped up and walked over to Sean, smiling shlyshly.
His hands went right to Sean’s waist and began to lift his sweater. Sean
raised his arms helpfully. Billy couldn’t quite reach high enough to pull the
sweater off Sean’s hands, so Sean finished, while Billy went to work on his
trousers. When he had them open, Billy knelt and pulled them and Sean’s underwear
slowly down his legs. Sean’s tempting cock sprang out, practically in Billy’s
face. Billy’s long tongue flicked toward it.

“Uh-uh-uh,” Dom admonished, from where he lay still lounging
on the bed. “Not until I tell you.”

With an apologetic glance up, Billy’s tongue subsided, and
he went back to concentrating on removing Sean’s trousers. Luckily, Sean
always went barefoot around the house, so it was simply a matter of lifting one
foot, and then the other, and Sean was as naked as the others.

“Come ‘ere, Sean,” Dom said, his voice commanding and deep,
just the way Sean liked it. The larger man walked toward the bed as though
pulled, leaving Billy kneeling on the floor. “On your hands and knees and suck
me,” Dom continued.

Sean hesitated only an instant. He would have liked to
spend some time kissing and caressing both the other men, getting to know them
the way there hadn’t been time for before. But he couldn’t deny that he’d also
like to get his hands and mouth on Dom’s cock, nor that being ordered to do it
turned him on. Perhaps cuddling could wait for later. He put one knee on the
bed and leaned forward, running his hands up Dom’s legs as he went, until his
face hovered over the younger man’s groin. While looking into Dom’s unwavering
eyes, Sean took the turgid erection into his warm mouth.

“Mmmm, yeah,” Dom hummeprecpreciatively, petting the back of
Sean’s head with one hand. “Billy,” he added, though still watching Sean, “get
the lube.”

Billy, who’d been thoughtfully folding Sean’s clothes and
setting them on a chair, hurried over to the bedside table and opened the top
drawer. Sean reflected that they must have had time to search the room pretty
thoroughly. He wondered what else they had found, as Billy took out a tube filled
with purple gel and flicked it open. A light, grapey scent wafted on the air.
Billy sniffed the tip, then looked to Dom for further direction.

“Rub some on, then,” Dom supplied, a little impatiently.
“Let’s see if he can take it as well as he dishes it out.” And he turned back
to Sean, ruffling his hair.

Sean was suddenly very aware of his bare ass being exposed
as he bent over Dom. He could not see, but only felt the mattress shift as
Billy moved onto the bed behind him. Then hands were on Sean’s ass, slick
fingers gliding down his cleft. Sean moaned around Dom’s cock and redoubled
his efforts, like a starving man given a lollipop.

Dom smiled and looked over Sean’s bent back at Billy. Billy
didn’t look up, concentrating as he was on slipping a thumb into Sean’s tight
opening. Sean pushed back against the digit encouragingly, and Billy smilep>
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“He’s ready,” Dom declared. “Fuck him nice and slow.”

Sean tried to maintain the rhythm of his mouth and hand on
Dom’s erection as he felt the head of Billy’s cock press against him. But he
forgot all about it at the intensely pleasurable sensation of Billy slowly
filling him. Eyes closed, Dom’s glans solidly against the back of his throat,
Sean let out a long, low, sighing sound.

Dom chuckled. “He likes it, Bill.”

Called back to reality, Sean began once more to bob on Dom’s
cock. But he couldn’t find a rhythm until Billy was all the way inside him and
pumping out his own beat. Then Sean found himself rocking forward and back on
his knees, one phallus entering his body as the other left, so that he was
never empty. It was heavenly. Sean never wanted it to end. But Billy’s
thrusts were growing ever stronger and faster.

“That’s it, Billy, come inside him. Now.”

And Billy did, with several breathy grunts accompanying hard
thrusts. Sean could feel the cylinder filling him diminish, then slip wetly
out. The mattress bounced as Billy headed to the bathroom for a wash cloth.

“You liked that,” Dom declared, brushing back the damp hairs
around Sean’s face as the older man continued to suck him. “But you want
more. You want me to fuck you. Don’t you?”

Sean nodded and gave Dom’s cock one last laving before
lifting his head. “Yes.”

“Ask me,” Dom continued, his voice silky. “Beg me.”

“Please,” Sean readily complied, his voice husky. “Fuck me,
Dom. I need you inside me.” He crawled further up Dom’s body until their
faces were very close. “I need you to make me come.” And he leaned down for a
kiss.

But Dom held him off with an arm across his chest. “On your
back.”

Panting, Sean rolled to the side and pulled his knees up to
his chest, as Dom sat up and smiled approvingly at him.

“Very good,” Dom purred, moving to kneel between Sean’s
drawn-up legs. “You take direction very well. I like that in a man.” By way
of reward, Dom let his fingers play over the length of Sean’s weeping erection,
then over his balls, to finally circle his wide open ass, slick with lube and
come.

“Please,” Sean gasped, his hips twitching. He needed Dom,
and he needed him now.

“All right,” Dom drawled, positioning himself. Then,
without warning, he plunged into the prepared ground while simultaneously
grasping Sean’s cock firmly.

Sean wanted to say “Yes” or “Damn!” or at least something
coherent, but all that came out was an animalistic roar that seemed to go on
forever. He was completely unaware that Billy had returned and lain down
beside him to watch, completely indifferent to the twinges in his thighs and
arms as his muscles twitched out of his control. All he cared about was the
twin sensation of flesh inside and around him, stimulating seemingly every
pleasure nerve in his body. His head thrashed from side to side, his hips
bouncing against the mattress as Dom pounded him. Only dimly was he aware of
Dom’s voice, the meaning of the words entering his consciousness only as they
became true.

“Come for me, Sean, I want to feel you come around my cock.”

Something warm and wet was splattering over Sean’s chest and
stomach, but that was secondary to the wonderful fullness of his ass, the thumb
rubbing along the underside of his emptying cock in just the right place. The
muscles inside him were tensing over and over with enough force to bend his
spine, forcing grunts past his lips with each contraction.

At last, with a shuddering breath, Sean relaxed, letting his
legs drop as he felt Dom pull out. Sean opened his eyes in time to see his
lover stroke his own cock once, twice, three times. Then Dom was adding to the
sticky mess, growling deep in his throat with each spurt, before falling
sideways out of Sean’s line of sight.

The only sound in the room was of heavy, ragged breathing.
After a while, Sean had an itch and, when he went to scratch it, his hand came
away trailing something congealed and sticky.

“Shower?” he asked the ceiling, as though hoping it could
help him gather the energy.

“I’m up for it,” Billy said right beside him. Sean turned
to see the Scot smiling down at him, one hand slowly stroking his own rampant
erection.

Sean blinked and smiled tiredly.

It was going to be a long night.