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kali-sama.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jun. 14th, 2005 04:27 pm)Title: Untitled (1/?)
Author: Kali
Rating: PG13 for now
Pairing: Eventually Monaboyd
Summary: Billy thinks he's too old for Dom. Much angst ensues.
Disclaimer: I don't know them, this never happened
Notes: This is unbeated so if you find any mistakes, please tell me. Con crit and feedback is loved.
Prologue
Billy sat alone at the table, nursing a bottle of beer and watching the dance floor. He tried to pretend that he was watching everyone, or no one in particular, but he couldn’t deny that his eyes kept finding two certain people. Or, if he was being brutally honest with himself, just one particular person.
Dom danced like he did everything else-passionately, sincerely and without holding anything back. He moved like a demon possessed, twisting and turning his body erratically to the deep, pounding beat of the music. He was currently dancing with Elijah and would occasionally grab at the younger hobbit, tugging their bodies together and grinding against him in a way that made several people stare at them. Dom seemed oblivious to the attention he was drawing, and he probably was, having given himself over to the music long ago and letting the rest of the world slip away.
Billy licked his lips and took a long swig of beer, resolutely looking away from Dom to stare at the bar. He was thankful that Dom was unaware of him watching; the younger man had already given him several subtle hints and he didn’t want to ruin his act of disinterest by being caught staring.
He jumped slightly when Viggo sat down beside him, giving him a brief smile before turning his eyes to the dance floor, to Dom. Billy shifted uncomfortably, rolling the beer bottle between his hands and wondering if he should say something. He was surprised when Viggo broke the silence first, gesturing with a lazy hand towards Dom and Elijah.
“He knows how to dance, doesn’t he?”
Billy didn’t ask who he was referring to, as Elijah’s movements were jerky and uncoordinated whenever he wasn’t pressed up against Dom. He swallowed and made a noncommittal grunting noise, discreetly glancing at his watch and wondering if it would be suspicious for him to leave now.
“Got two dozen eyes on him at least,” Viggo continued as if he were talking to himself. “He doesn’t know it, of course, wouldn’t care if he did. Looks very sexy right now.”
“Is there a point to this lovely little monologue?” Billy snapped, glaring at the other man, and Viggo smiled lazily at him.
“Something wrong, Billy?”
You know, you fuck, Billy thought viciously. You know exactly what’s wrong and you’re just toying with me. Well fuck you, Viggo, because I don’t let anyone toy with me.
“I’m tired,” he said out loud, draining the last of his beer and standing up.
“He’s made his feelings clear,” Viggo said, watching him carefully as he stepped around the table. Billy hesitated, back and shoulders tense, hands balled into fists. After a moment he turned his head just enough to glance at Viggo.
“I’m too old for him,” he muttered, before striding confidently out of the club.
Author: Kali
Rating: PG13 for now
Pairing: Eventually Monaboyd
Summary: Billy thinks he's too old for Dom. Much angst ensues.
Disclaimer: I don't know them, this never happened
Notes: This is unbeated so if you find any mistakes, please tell me. Con crit and feedback is loved.
Prologue
Billy sat alone at the table, nursing a bottle of beer and watching the dance floor. He tried to pretend that he was watching everyone, or no one in particular, but he couldn’t deny that his eyes kept finding two certain people. Or, if he was being brutally honest with himself, just one particular person.
Dom danced like he did everything else-passionately, sincerely and without holding anything back. He moved like a demon possessed, twisting and turning his body erratically to the deep, pounding beat of the music. He was currently dancing with Elijah and would occasionally grab at the younger hobbit, tugging their bodies together and grinding against him in a way that made several people stare at them. Dom seemed oblivious to the attention he was drawing, and he probably was, having given himself over to the music long ago and letting the rest of the world slip away.
Billy licked his lips and took a long swig of beer, resolutely looking away from Dom to stare at the bar. He was thankful that Dom was unaware of him watching; the younger man had already given him several subtle hints and he didn’t want to ruin his act of disinterest by being caught staring.
He jumped slightly when Viggo sat down beside him, giving him a brief smile before turning his eyes to the dance floor, to Dom. Billy shifted uncomfortably, rolling the beer bottle between his hands and wondering if he should say something. He was surprised when Viggo broke the silence first, gesturing with a lazy hand towards Dom and Elijah.
“He knows how to dance, doesn’t he?”
Billy didn’t ask who he was referring to, as Elijah’s movements were jerky and uncoordinated whenever he wasn’t pressed up against Dom. He swallowed and made a noncommittal grunting noise, discreetly glancing at his watch and wondering if it would be suspicious for him to leave now.
“Got two dozen eyes on him at least,” Viggo continued as if he were talking to himself. “He doesn’t know it, of course, wouldn’t care if he did. Looks very sexy right now.”
“Is there a point to this lovely little monologue?” Billy snapped, glaring at the other man, and Viggo smiled lazily at him.
“Something wrong, Billy?”
You know, you fuck, Billy thought viciously. You know exactly what’s wrong and you’re just toying with me. Well fuck you, Viggo, because I don’t let anyone toy with me.
“I’m tired,” he said out loud, draining the last of his beer and standing up.
“He’s made his feelings clear,” Viggo said, watching him carefully as he stepped around the table. Billy hesitated, back and shoulders tense, hands balled into fists. After a moment he turned his head just enough to glance at Viggo.
“I’m too old for him,” he muttered, before striding confidently out of the club.
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i cant wait for more :D
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Can't wait for more!
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This could go on forever :P
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hehe i think we should stop
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I can't wait to read more :D
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Now I got the image of Dom dancing stuck in my head *thud*
Oh boy *whipes forehead*
And Billy's not too old. The lad needs to go on the dancefloor and dance with his Dom. Yep. He needs to do that.
I loooooove this fic. Great imagery. Hehe.
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