Karaoke Night

“Let’s get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let’s get into physical!”

The guys were sitting on a big table staring at Dom with their mouths hanging open.

“This is madness, he’s singing a chick’s song!” said a very shocked Elijah.

“That’s because he’s pissed mate”, replied Orli.

Billy was hiding a smile behind his beer; he knew what a drunken Dom meant fun, weirdness and surprises. The best thing was that Dom was singing out of tune, he sounded worse than a chipmunk.

The song ended, the crowd cheered. Dom returned to his seat, put his arms around Orli and Elijah.

“That was a demonstration of absolute talent. I’m the master of karaoke!”

“Master who can’t control his bloody liquor”, said a very serious Orli.

“Mmm bugger off you damn elf!” Dom replied cheerfully.

“Alright who’s next!” shouted the announcer.

“I wanna hear Billy sing something nice, hot and heavy!”, said Dom again.

“Oh you just want to get your pants sticky you bastard”, laughed Billy.

“Let’s make this interesting”, said Viggo.

They all looked at Viggo, though Dom seemed to be more interested than the others.

“How interesting Viggo?”

“Well, I know this song that’s dirty, hot, and sexy if you want add that too. If Billy sings it, I’ll give him $200.”

“$200? That’s cheap! Not for $200!” laughed Billy.

“I’ll put an extra $200 if you like”, challenged Dom; Billy stared at him.

“I’ll chip in for an extra 500”, said Elijah.

Everybody was raising the bet and the total was $1500.

Billy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He’d walk out that night with $1500 if he sang a raunchy song, plus, he would get the chance to have some fun by doing something he’d normally never do. Why the hell not?

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

Viggo smiled, stood up and went to the announcer and whispered something to him. The announcer gave Viggo a shocked look but went to the microphone anyway.

“Ladies and gentlemen! We will have a very special performance this evening by Scotland’s grand master singer Billy Boyd who will sing Paula Cole’s “Feelin’ Love”. I may have to warn you that there are naughty lyrics and a nasty rhythm, but it’s hot and sexy!”

The crowd cheered, Billy was close from backing out, because of the massive attention he was getting from the crowd but unfortunately, he accepted the bet.

He stood up and went upstage. The crowd had already been cheering. When he was ready, he looked at his friends and they were all appeared amused except Dom. He was serious, with his eyebrows raised and long faced; Billy couldn’t read his expression.

The song started. It was slow, like the kind of song that makes people want to move their hips in a slow movement. Then Billy’s voice came high, adding some sexual feeling in it, but his body was tense as the words came.

“You make me feel like a sticky pistil leaning into a stamen.”

People began to cheer and the Fellowship broke into laughter. Billy noticed that Dom’s expression was still the same.

“You make me feel like a Mr. Sunshine himself.”

Billy began to relax and he started to slow dance and he closed his eyes while singing.

“You make me feel like splendor in the grass while we’re rollin’.”

He moved his hand through his hair.

“Damn skippy baby, you make me feel like the Amazon runnin’ between the thighs.”

This time, he threw his head back while singing this part as he was bending a little and rubbing his thighs up and down.

“You make me feel loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved.”

Billy began to look at the audience until his eyes focused on Dom’s.

“You make me feel loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved, loved.”

His eyes never left Dom’s as he sang the next part.

“You make me feel like a candy apple all red and horny.”

Dom’s mouth fell open as Billy sang this line; his pants were getting just a wee bit uncomfortable.

“You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde in a centerfold, the girl next door.”

Dom was starting to breath hard, he felt intimidated the way Billy was looking at him. Suddenly, he didn’t feel drunk anymore.

“I’d be all wet and with my tits soaking through this tiny felt t-shirt.”

Billy was rubbing his chest while saying this line, his eyes never leaving Dom’s. Billy gave him a small sly smile.

“And I would pray that you would open the door and tie me up to the bed.”

Oh my fucking God, Dom thought. I can’t take this anymore. So he stood up and ran to the bathroom. He didn’t bother to listen to the others calling him but he didn’t care. Billy watched from stage, and his face fell a bit but kept on singing.

Inside the bathroom, Dom got inside one of the stalls, locked it, and leaned against the wall. With urgent movements, he unzipped his pants releasing his aching cock and began to stroke really fast, wanting release desperately.

He closed his eyes and images flashed in his head of: Billy singing that blasted song, doing sexy movements with his hips, touching himself, teasing the audience, teasing him. In his mind, he heard Billy moan and whimper and that was it to send him over the edge. He bit his lip, closed his eyes tightly and threw his head back banging the stall and came with such force he nearly took the door with him.

After it was over, he sat on the toilet to calm himself down. What was he going to tell his friends? Billy! What was he going to tell Billy?

He left the bathroom quietly, and headed for the door. He went straight home and made it successfully.

A couple of hours later, Dom woke to listen to his front door open and close. He sat up feeling scared, but he remembered that he gave each of the Fellowship a key to his house.

He walked out of his room to the living room wearing only boxers and found Billy standing in the darkness, a surprised look on his face.

“Billy?”

“Dom.”

“What are you doing here?”

“You left.”

“Uh, yeah, I was tired.”

“You practically ran away.”

Oh fuck he thought, don’t make this difficult please. “Well yeah.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No! You didn’t! It’s just that… I uh… oh hell!” he said frustrated.

“You didn’t expect me to sing that, didn’t you?”

Surprise, surprise. “Ah, no, not really.”

Billy looked at the floor and sighed.

“When I started to sing,” he said quietly still looking at the floor, “I, uh, sang that for you. The song was for you Dom.”

He raised his eyes to look at Dom, who was giving Billy the same look he had back at the pub. Billy took out something from his jacket pocket; Dom couldn’t tell what it was. Billy walked to Dom’s stereo, did several movements for a bit and the song that Billy sang started to sound.

Billy and Dom stared into each other’s eyes until Billy moved closer to Dom, took his hands and kissed them.

“You make me feel like a sticky pistil leaning into a stamen.”

Dom was slightly confused of what was happening but he allowed Billy’s actions.

“You make me feel like a Mr. Sunshine himself.”

Billy looked into Dom’s eyes, smiled kindly, and began to trace Dom’s face with his fingertips, Dom leaned into the caress.

“You make me feel like splendor in the grass while we’re rollin’.”

Dom returned Billy’s kind smile and caress.

“Damn skippy baby, you make me feel like the Amazon runnin’ between the thighs.”

When Dom heard this part, he closed his eyes, and swallowed tightly. It reminded of how Billy touched himself while singing this part. His thoughts were interrupted by Billy’s husky voice.

“I want you. I’ve wanted you ever since I laid eyes on you. The way you welcomed me into you life”, breathed Billy.

Dom stared at Billy dumbly; but once Billy kissed him quickly and gently, hs expression changed.

“I love you Dom, I need you and want you, I didn’t have the courage to tell you until this night and I realized I was singing that for you.”

The song kept sounding on the background.

“You make me feel like a candy apple all red and horny.”

Billy wrapped his arms around Dom’s waist.

“Dommie, say something… please”, he whispered.

“Billy, I never thought you’d feel this way. I feel exactly the same as you.” He took a deep breath, “I love you too, and the way you sang tonight made me so hard that I had to ran to the loo and, ehm, you know, I was so hard from wanting you badly.”

Billy smiled and pressed his forehead against Dom’s. Both were breathing heavily, their heads moving until their lips met. They began to kiss madly. Dom moved to suck Billy’s neck; Billy threw his head back, and closed his eyes.

“Oh yes, I’ve dreamt of this,” he moaned.

Dom gently pushed Billy to the… couch, and crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs and returned to kiss Billy. Both moaned as Dom moved forward. Billy broke the kiss.

“I want to touch you Dommie,” he panted.

“Yes Billy, do anything you want with me, I want to touch you too”, he smiled.

Both grinned. Dom unzipped Billy and he pulled his own boxers until they were exposed. Each took the other’s cock and began to stroke rhythmically. Stroke, stroke, twist and the pattern repeated several times.

Both were moaning words of love and each other’s names. Occasionally, they would kiss, biting each other’s mouths gently with only their lips.

Dom released Billy and began to thrust rapidly, Billy threw his arms around Dom and he threw head back and laid it on the cushion, Dom leaned forward and sucked Billy’s neck.

Billy cried out and came, Dom followed seconds later. They were both breathing hard, still holding each other, until Dom looked at Billy questionably.

“How did the people react to your performance?”

“Mmm, really well, got a standing ovation.”

They kissed briefly and laughed gently.

“What about the bet? Did you get the $1500?

“Oh I got the money, but I got the best prize of all.”

“What is that?”

“You.”