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perfect-oasis.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Feb. 10th, 2004 09:13 pm)Title: The 60 Second Fics
Author: The Phantom Writer![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fictionfictionfiction.
Feedback: It'd be mighty appreciated. :)
Notes: I noticed that another author mentioned www.oneword.com, and so I visited it. Once I read what it's 'bout, I decided to write short ficcies in 60 seconds, instead of just writing whatever came to mind. So... I took each word that'd been used, and wrote 6 stories, 60 seconds for each one, using them as spark words. The title for each one is the spark word.
So... yesh. Each was written in 60 seconds, so... be nice, please! :)
Amazingly, they're all fluffy!
Coaster
Dominic set his beer glass down on the coaster, sighing happily. He turned to his left, glancing at Billy. "Bills?"
"Yeah, Dommie?"
"D'you know what I love?"
"Beer, I'd guess."
"Well, yes, but that's obvious. I'm from Germany! D'you know what else I love, even more than beer?"
"What is it, love?"
"I love you, Billy."
Audio
“I wish you were here, Billy.”
“I wish I were there, too, Dom.”
“I’m so lonely.”
“I know. So am I.”
“But Margaret’s there a lot, isn’t she?”
“Well, yes, but… Elijah’s there a lot, isn’t he?”
“He’s not the same.”
“Neither is Margaret.”
“True.” A sigh. “I wish you were here, Billy. But I guess I have to settle for second best.”
“Second best?”
“Yeah. Listening to your voice. Your Scottish lilt gets me every time.”
“Perhaps I should make you a tape of my voice.”
“I think that’s a good idea.”
“But y’know what would be even better than a tape of my voice?”
“What?” Dom questioned, standing up to get a beer from the kitchen.
“Talking to you in person.”
There, holding a beer out to his astonished boyfriend, was Billy, a cheeky smile on his lips.
Repeat
“Dommie…”
“Dommie…”
“Stop it!”
“Stop it!”
“Seriously, Dom…”
“Seriously, Dom…”
“God damnit!”
“God damnit!”
“Dominic, this is truly one of the most annoying things you’ve done.”
“Dominic, this is truly one of the most annoying things you’ve done.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“If you keep repeating my words, then no sex for you for a week.”
“If you…” A realization. Silence.
Channel
“I don’t want to watch this, Dominic.”
“Why not?”
“It’s boring!”
“It is not! This is a nature documentary about the Galapagos Islands! What’s boring about that? Nothing.”
“What’s exciting about that? Nothing.”
“No, no, see, you don’t get it, Billy. Look at those birds there.”
“The ones with the blue feet?”
“Yup. They’re called Blue-Footed Boobies.”
“Blue-Footed Whats?”
“Ignore the name for a sec, willya’? Now, these Blue-Footed Boobies have a very distinct mating ritual. They stomp on the floor, like this, waving their wings about, trying to get the attention of the possible mate; waiting for a reply.”
“…You look insane, Dom.”
“I’m waiting, Billy!”
“Dominic, stay away from me with those stomping feet!”
“I’m coming for you, Bills! You are a possible mate, and you should accept my offer!”
“Dominic…” A squeak. “Dommie! I don’t even like boobies!”
“But I’m a Blue-Footed Booby! You can’t resist the blue feet!”
“You don’t have blue feet, Dom.”
“Maybe not, but you’ll have a very red and swollen rooster on your hands if you don’t help remedy this fact very soon! Now reply to the mating call!!!”
“…”
“Billy?!?”
“Get your blue feet and that red cock of yours in that fucking bedroom right now, you booby.”
“Now that’s what I call a mating call!”
Formal
“I hate ties.”
“I know.”
“I hate bow ties.”
“I know.”
“I don’t like suits.”
“I know.”
“They’re uncomfortable.”
“I know.”
“Yet you’re making me wear one.”
“I know.”
“I suppose it makes sense, since it’s the Academy Awards.”
“I know.”
“Unless we decided not to go.”
“I know.”
“Then we could start off in formal wear until I pin you down and tear the fucking tie off your throat.”
“I know.”
“Me thinks that this was your plan all along, Mr. Boyd.”
“I know.”
“There’s no need to get changed, Billy. I have a feeling we won’t be going anywhere tonight.”
“I know.”
“You’re wicked.”
“I know.”
“Wow… for a man of few words, your mouth truly does a lot, doesn’t it?”
“Uh-huh.”
Launch
“They’re awfully brave buggers, aren’t they?”
“Huh?”
“To go up into space like that. I mean, yeah, it’d be fucking fun, but… you never know what could happen.”
“That’s true.”
“… How would you have sex in space?”
“I… I really don’t know.”
“I know how to have sex here on earth.”
“That you do, Dommie. That you do.”
“Oh, look, ten seconds and counting.”
“Dominic…”
“Three, two, one, blast off!”
“DOM!” A gasp as a hand reached into his boxers.
“Houston, we have take off.”
Author: The Phantom Writer
silentnumbsmokePairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fictionfictionfiction.
Feedback: It'd be mighty appreciated. :)
Notes: I noticed that another author mentioned www.oneword.com, and so I visited it. Once I read what it's 'bout, I decided to write short ficcies in 60 seconds, instead of just writing whatever came to mind. So... I took each word that'd been used, and wrote 6 stories, 60 seconds for each one, using them as spark words. The title for each one is the spark word.
So... yesh. Each was written in 60 seconds, so... be nice, please! :)
Amazingly, they're all fluffy!
Coaster
Dominic set his beer glass down on the coaster, sighing happily. He turned to his left, glancing at Billy. "Bills?"
"Yeah, Dommie?"
"D'you know what I love?"
"Beer, I'd guess."
"Well, yes, but that's obvious. I'm from Germany! D'you know what else I love, even more than beer?"
"What is it, love?"
"I love you, Billy."
Audio
“I wish you were here, Billy.”
“I wish I were there, too, Dom.”
“I’m so lonely.”
“I know. So am I.”
“But Margaret’s there a lot, isn’t she?”
“Well, yes, but… Elijah’s there a lot, isn’t he?”
“He’s not the same.”
“Neither is Margaret.”
“True.” A sigh. “I wish you were here, Billy. But I guess I have to settle for second best.”
“Second best?”
“Yeah. Listening to your voice. Your Scottish lilt gets me every time.”
“Perhaps I should make you a tape of my voice.”
“I think that’s a good idea.”
“But y’know what would be even better than a tape of my voice?”
“What?” Dom questioned, standing up to get a beer from the kitchen.
“Talking to you in person.”
There, holding a beer out to his astonished boyfriend, was Billy, a cheeky smile on his lips.
Repeat
“Dommie…”
“Dommie…”
“Stop it!”
“Stop it!”
“Seriously, Dom…”
“Seriously, Dom…”
“God damnit!”
“God damnit!”
“Dominic, this is truly one of the most annoying things you’ve done.”
“Dominic, this is truly one of the most annoying things you’ve done.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“If you keep repeating my words, then no sex for you for a week.”
“If you…” A realization. Silence.
Channel
“I don’t want to watch this, Dominic.”
“Why not?”
“It’s boring!”
“It is not! This is a nature documentary about the Galapagos Islands! What’s boring about that? Nothing.”
“What’s exciting about that? Nothing.”
“No, no, see, you don’t get it, Billy. Look at those birds there.”
“The ones with the blue feet?”
“Yup. They’re called Blue-Footed Boobies.”
“Blue-Footed Whats?”
“Ignore the name for a sec, willya’? Now, these Blue-Footed Boobies have a very distinct mating ritual. They stomp on the floor, like this, waving their wings about, trying to get the attention of the possible mate; waiting for a reply.”
“…You look insane, Dom.”
“I’m waiting, Billy!”
“Dominic, stay away from me with those stomping feet!”
“I’m coming for you, Bills! You are a possible mate, and you should accept my offer!”
“Dominic…” A squeak. “Dommie! I don’t even like boobies!”
“But I’m a Blue-Footed Booby! You can’t resist the blue feet!”
“You don’t have blue feet, Dom.”
“Maybe not, but you’ll have a very red and swollen rooster on your hands if you don’t help remedy this fact very soon! Now reply to the mating call!!!”
“…”
“Billy?!?”
“Get your blue feet and that red cock of yours in that fucking bedroom right now, you booby.”
“Now that’s what I call a mating call!”
Formal
“I hate ties.”
“I know.”
“I hate bow ties.”
“I know.”
“I don’t like suits.”
“I know.”
“They’re uncomfortable.”
“I know.”
“Yet you’re making me wear one.”
“I know.”
“I suppose it makes sense, since it’s the Academy Awards.”
“I know.”
“Unless we decided not to go.”
“I know.”
“Then we could start off in formal wear until I pin you down and tear the fucking tie off your throat.”
“I know.”
“Me thinks that this was your plan all along, Mr. Boyd.”
“I know.”
“There’s no need to get changed, Billy. I have a feeling we won’t be going anywhere tonight.”
“I know.”
“You’re wicked.”
“I know.”
“Wow… for a man of few words, your mouth truly does a lot, doesn’t it?”
“Uh-huh.”
Launch
“They’re awfully brave buggers, aren’t they?”
“Huh?”
“To go up into space like that. I mean, yeah, it’d be fucking fun, but… you never know what could happen.”
“That’s true.”
“… How would you have sex in space?”
“I… I really don’t know.”
“I know how to have sex here on earth.”
“That you do, Dommie. That you do.”
“Oh, look, ten seconds and counting.”
“Dominic…”
“Three, two, one, blast off!”
“DOM!” A gasp as a hand reached into his boxers.
“Houston, we have take off.”
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