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A cool hand slipped below the cocoon of Dominic’s cloak and tugged him to his feet.

"What…?"

Billy turned back long enough to flash him a grin as he led him into the shade behind the trailers.

"Billy, mmph…" The intended question had been ‘What the hell are you doing?’ but the kissing was pretty self-explanatory. The gentle licks and nibbles lavished on his mouth were pleasantly unnecessary persuasion for Dominic to allow Billy entry, as his tongue eagerly darted out to meet the other.

He hungrily explored Billy’s mouth, tasting the bitter remnants of coffee, and raspberry jam – the liar had eaten the last doughnut this morning.

They blindly stumbled back, awkwardly tripping over each other, until Dominic felt through the fabric of his costume the chill of metal against his back, contrasted against the solid heat of Billy plastered against his front.

"We can’t…" That might have been more convincing if it hadn’t been gasped against Billy’s lips. And if he hadn’t been rather unsubtly grinding against the leg which had handily come to rest between his.

One hand had already pushed his cloak and jacket aside and was now steadily unbuttoning Merry’s waistcoat. Dominic figured he’d better regain the ability to finish a sentence if he didn’t want them to put on a show for any member of cast or crew that happened to turn their corner.

He hitched a breath as slim fingers dragged themselves slowly over his crotch, the thick cord doing surprisingly little to detract from the sensation. Though, to be fair, his imprinted sense memory sometimes made him feel those fingers ghosting over his skin when the only connection he could make to them was the sound of a Scottish accent or a twinkle of green eyes.

It felt like the thud reverberated through his brain as his neck surrendered the will to hold up his head and let it drop heavily back against the trailer.

"Five minutes. Peter said…" Okay, so not quite a sentence but pretty good considering.

Billy licked up the exposed column of Dominic’s neck. "It’s never only five minutes." Something in amongst the sea of desire Dominic was currently drowning in must have signalled some kind of doubt at this reasoning, because Billy shook his head and offered him that grin again. "Don’t worry, I can be fast."

It really wasn’t fair to offer him such good material for comedic abuse when he wasn’t in a position to exploit it.

Without warning, Billy swooped low to Dominic’s chest and, with his mouth, caught Dominic’s nipple through the shirt. The rub of wet cotton against sensitised flesh transformed in his mind to the rough scrape of skin from days off when Billy didn’t have to be the clean-shaven Pippin.

His hips bucked forward helplessly as Billy bit down. "Fuck."

The snap of his trouser buttons managed to awaken his last shred of common sense. But when the cool air caressing his aching flesh was replaced with the slide of a slightly roughened hand, well, common sense may as well have been screaming in a vacuum.

He choked back a groan at the slick slide of Billy’s tongue along the underside of his cock, hands desperately scrabbling at the wall beside him as he fought the need to break the ingrained ‘do not touch the hair’ rule. And he almost bit his tongue when Billy skipped any further preliminaries and slid his mouth down over him

Billy seemed to have grown extra hands – it seemed like he was everywhere.

One against his hip to hold him steady, though Dominic considered it to be doing a damn good job of propping him up too since his leg muscles were going the way of those in his neck.

One tugging his trousers further down to bunch around his ankles, so one could slide around his ass and pull him deeper into the heat of Billy’s mouth – which would seem to negate the purpose of the hip-hand if it wasn’t for the holding up part so maybe Billy was aware of that problem.

One cupping his balls and one gripping the base of his cock, of which he could feel every whorl of the fingerprints as it slid up to meet Billy’s mouth.

One slipping teasingly past the base of his spine, and Billy was humming or something because he could feel the vibrations prickling all the way up to his scalp, and one tracing down the crack of his ass, and there was the barest hint of teeth that made him curl his toes, and one pressing in, and he might have shouted then but he wasn’t sure because the world folded in on itself and imploded about then.

Dominic lay blinking up at the blue New Zealand sky. With a strength of will he didn’t know he possessed he turned his head to see Billy flopped out beside him. "If it wasn’t for the stones I can feel digging into my arse right now, I’d think you killed me."

"Guys…?" Orlando came bounding around the corner, only to come to a grinding halt at the sight of them "Oops, naked hobbit." He turned and called behind him, "I found them!" A Cheshire grin grew on his face as he backed away. "Time to shelve the afterglow boys, they’ve been calling you for ten minutes already."

Dominic raised his eyebrows at Billy, who just looked pleased with himself. "Billy Boyd – master of the slow quickie."

Billy shrugged as he helped Dominic to his feet. "It’s not my fault I’ve been wanting to do that all morning."

Dominic leaned forward and brushed his lips across Billy’s as he hastily finished tidying himself up. "Remind me to forget to set the alarm more often then."