Jigsaw

This is just a short little ficlet I was inspired to start writing in English one day....hmmmm, wonder what would happen if I tried to hand it in for a creative writing assignment........hehehe. The title for this came from a gorgeous little quote I found from Dom....
Enjoy, review, and go forth and multiply to create more wonderful Billy/Dom's, my minions!




JIGSAW

Dom knows he needs Billy.
Billy is a kindred spirit, his soulmate, his best friend, and his welcome shackles.
Billy keeps Dom grounded.
Sometimes, Dom thinks that without Billy, he might just fly away, fall into the stars and get lost in the night sky and never come down.
But then Dom stops thinking, he just stops, because he can't think about life without Billy. That is something Dom can't even begin to imagine.

The first time he saw Billy, he felt an almost magnetic pull. He likes to think it was their souls touching in some way....
Whatever it was, their sudden friendship was inevitable. The first time Dom heard Billy laugh, he was hooked. Hooked on Billy's laugh, his voice and his presence.
They both reached out invisible hands of friendship, took the offered hands and grasped them tight. Billy took Doms friendship and returned it with all of his heart, and all of his soul.

Dom knows that Billy's is the only shoulder he can cry on. They've both had their fair share of hard times and heartbreak, so Dom has cried many a time on Billy's shoulder, and it's times like that when Dom feels Billy's strength and love keeping him on the ground.
But Dom also feels things he never thought he'd feel, and knew he never should feel. Things he had always been taught were 'wrong', Like a small but prominent speeding up of his heart when Billy is around him, a slight fluttering whenever Billy touches his skin...or the fact that seeing Billy in just a towel after a shower made him hard as a rock.
But Dom knows he can't act on these feelings, because there are some things you just don't do.

Like fall for your best friend.

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Billy knows he needs Dom.
He needs Dom in his arms, in his bed, entangled with him in a naked, passionate embrace until the world ends.
He needs to feel Doms skin against his, to hear the small whimpers of pleasure Dom would make as he slides into Billy's waiting body.
He desires Dom, wants him beyond any feeling he's felt before, but there's more to it than that. It would be easier if it was only desire Billy feels for his friend....but he also loves him.
And not just friendly, platonic love, no, Billy is in love with Dom and may have been since the moment they met.

The worst part is that they're good enough friends for no one to think twice about it if they casually hug, or Dom kisses him on the cheek, and its things like this which make Billy ache, make him want to pull Dom into a scorching kiss and make love to him for hours. Because it wouldn't be sex, no, it would never be sex between them. It would be making love, completely and utterly connecting. Billy dreams of that day, a day that will never come.

Its funny really, but Billy felt like he already knew Dom when he met him. He believes now that something in him recognised Dom as a kindred spirit........or even a soulmate.

So for now, Billy waits for something he knows he can never have, and dreams. He dreams of Dom most nights, and wakes up harder than he's ever been in his life. So closing his eyes, he takes his aching flesh in his hand, thinking of Dom and making himself believe its Dom's hand stroking him, sending shocks of pleasure through his body and forcing strangled whimpers and gasps out of his mouth. Billy's hand speeds up as he imagines Dom leaning over him, kissing him hard as he strokes harder and faster, sending Billy swiftly towards a glorious release. Billy's moans sound empty in the small bedroom, but in his mind, Dom silences them with a kiss before sliding down his body and taking Billy's cock deep into his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head swiftly up and down. Billy's moans turn to cries as he grips harder, almost seeing Doms head between his thighs as he feels his release growing nearer.
And suddenly he's there, slamming his head back against the headboard and crying Doms name as he comes hard, hips jerking off the bed, and spilling into his hand.

As he falls back to earth, tears come to Billys eyes. Tears of love, grief and mourning, Mourning for the love he is denied.

Because falling for your best friend is one of those things you just don't do.

The End