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kali-sama.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jun. 19th, 2005 06:25 pm)Title: Untitled (2/?)
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. Previous part is here
Billy sipped his coffee, wincing at the sharp, hot, bitter taste of it, and thumbed through the new pages of his script, noting the revisions and additions. He shifted slightly and was instantly chastised by Sarah, who was trying to fit his wig on. He smiled his apology because the thumping music Dom had put on made any verbal communication extremely difficult. He could just make out the sound of Elijah trying to chat to Wendy, his makeup girl, but it was just a low, thread of noise underlying the music.
Dom was silent, eyes closed as Traci fussed over his Merry wig, and Billy knew that he was running over the day’s schedule in his mind, letting the music wash over him and drown out the world so that he could focus better on his thoughts. Not that Billy was paying any particular attention to Dom, of course, it was just that he was an observant bloke and usually knew what his friends were up to. It wasn’t because Dom was just a bit more special than his other friends, or that Billy knew his every mood and thought like the back of his hand.
Billy sighed, closing his eyes and trying to push away the swell of emotion rising in his chest. He could feel a lump in his throat and he swallowed thickly, licking his lips and chugging down the rest of his coffee, not caring that it burned his throat and scalded the roof of his mouth. In fact, he was grateful for it, it gave him something else to focus on, let him concentrate on the stinging pain so that the storm of emotion passed.
Someone was jabbing him incessantly in the shoulder, quick, sharp pokes, and he opened his eyes reluctantly to see Elijah standing next to him, Frodo’s curls falling into his baby blue eyes, watching him with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Billy realised belatedly that the music had been turned off and that the other hobbits had left.
“You alright, Bills?” Elijah asked, watching as Billy set his empty coffee cup on the counter and stood up, stretching.
“Yeah,” he muttered, quickly averting his eyes, “Just thinking a bit.”
“Ah. Right. Well, let’s go then, Pete’ll do his nut if we’re late two days running.”
Billy chuckled hoarsely and followed Elijah out of the van, wincing as the bright New Zealand sunlight pierced his eyes. He quickly fell into step behind the others, staring at his hairy hobbit feet so that he didn’t fixate on the way Dom’s arm was slung over Sean’s shoulder, making his jacket hike up to reveal the snug way his hobbit pants clung to his arse. He spent several minutes cursing the wardrobe ladies for not giving Merry looser clothes, and had moved onto cursing Tolkein himself by the time they reached the set. Today was not going to be a good day, he realised, and resignedly prepared himself for whatever was to come.
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By lunchtime, Billy was ready to just go home and hide under the covers until it was tomorrow. He’d missed his cue three times, forgotten his lines twice, fallen over, tripped or stumbled half a dozen times, and was getting a splitting headache just behind his left eye.
Growling and muttering under his breath, Billy stomped over to the food tent and snatched up a bagel and a cup of coffee, glaring at a few of the stunt guys who tried to strike up a conversation with him. Clutching at his meagre excuse for lunch, he stalked over to the makeup van and slammed the door, leaning against it and letting out a heavy sigh.
Shaking his head in disgust, Billy threw himself into a chair and bit savagely into his bagel, glaring at his reflection. he ate in silence for a few moments, trying to get his head into what he called ‘actor space’ where he ceased to be Billy and just became a blob of tissue and muscle and bone, ready to be whatever was needed. In this case, his needed to be happy, cheerful, innocent little Pippin Took. But it wasn’t as easy as it used to be, because he couldn’t stop thinking of Dom, writhing on the dance floor; Dom smiling seductively at him, eyes a cloudy grey; Dom slinging an arm around his shoulder and kissing him sloppily on the cheek.
The door opened and he jumped slightly, freezing when he saw Dom reflected in the mirror, standing in the doorway and watching him with a frown. He tried to think of something to say, tried to figure out what his best course of action was, but he gave up and just looked at Dom sullenly.
Dom was silent for a moment, looking at him thoughtfully, before he sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “So what’s up, Billy Boyd? Why’re you such a shit actor today?”
Billy snorted and took a gulp of coffee, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s none of your business,” he grumbled, and Dom chuckled mirthlessly.
“Bullshit. You’re my mate, Billy, and I care about you. So stop being such a git and tell me what’s going on with you.”
“I said it’s none of your fucking business!” Billy lashed out, sending his half-empty coffee cup flying. He stood up, hands clenched into fists, and whirled around to face Dom. He hesitated when he saw the younger man was watching him with wide, startled eyes, his whole body language radiating the words ‘shock’ and ‘surprise’.
For a tense, frozen moment, neither moved. Then Dom sighed softly and stepped forward, ignoring Billy’s vicious glare, to wrap his arms around the Scot. Billy resisted for as long as he could, which was about ten seconds, before letting himself fall into Dom’s warm embrace. Neither of them spoke, they just stood there in silence for several long minutes.
Billy had nearly calmed down completely, ready to forget the horrible morning and its cause and just get on with the rest of the day, when he felt soft, slightly wet lips against cheek. He froze, body going tense, not daring to breath. Dom was slowly making his way to Billy’s mouth, mouth a warm, soft pressure against his skin, and for a moment, Billy let him. But then his brain kicked into gear again and he pulled away, not fast enough to be obvious and smiled wearily at Dom.
“Thanks, Dom,” he said, his voice husky and quiet. “I guess I’m just having a bad day.” He walked out quickly, trying not to see the quiet pain flickering in Dom’s green-grey eyes.
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. Previous part is here
Billy sipped his coffee, wincing at the sharp, hot, bitter taste of it, and thumbed through the new pages of his script, noting the revisions and additions. He shifted slightly and was instantly chastised by Sarah, who was trying to fit his wig on. He smiled his apology because the thumping music Dom had put on made any verbal communication extremely difficult. He could just make out the sound of Elijah trying to chat to Wendy, his makeup girl, but it was just a low, thread of noise underlying the music.
Dom was silent, eyes closed as Traci fussed over his Merry wig, and Billy knew that he was running over the day’s schedule in his mind, letting the music wash over him and drown out the world so that he could focus better on his thoughts. Not that Billy was paying any particular attention to Dom, of course, it was just that he was an observant bloke and usually knew what his friends were up to. It wasn’t because Dom was just a bit more special than his other friends, or that Billy knew his every mood and thought like the back of his hand.
Billy sighed, closing his eyes and trying to push away the swell of emotion rising in his chest. He could feel a lump in his throat and he swallowed thickly, licking his lips and chugging down the rest of his coffee, not caring that it burned his throat and scalded the roof of his mouth. In fact, he was grateful for it, it gave him something else to focus on, let him concentrate on the stinging pain so that the storm of emotion passed.
Someone was jabbing him incessantly in the shoulder, quick, sharp pokes, and he opened his eyes reluctantly to see Elijah standing next to him, Frodo’s curls falling into his baby blue eyes, watching him with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Billy realised belatedly that the music had been turned off and that the other hobbits had left.
“You alright, Bills?” Elijah asked, watching as Billy set his empty coffee cup on the counter and stood up, stretching.
“Yeah,” he muttered, quickly averting his eyes, “Just thinking a bit.”
“Ah. Right. Well, let’s go then, Pete’ll do his nut if we’re late two days running.”
Billy chuckled hoarsely and followed Elijah out of the van, wincing as the bright New Zealand sunlight pierced his eyes. He quickly fell into step behind the others, staring at his hairy hobbit feet so that he didn’t fixate on the way Dom’s arm was slung over Sean’s shoulder, making his jacket hike up to reveal the snug way his hobbit pants clung to his arse. He spent several minutes cursing the wardrobe ladies for not giving Merry looser clothes, and had moved onto cursing Tolkein himself by the time they reached the set. Today was not going to be a good day, he realised, and resignedly prepared himself for whatever was to come.
-
By lunchtime, Billy was ready to just go home and hide under the covers until it was tomorrow. He’d missed his cue three times, forgotten his lines twice, fallen over, tripped or stumbled half a dozen times, and was getting a splitting headache just behind his left eye.
Growling and muttering under his breath, Billy stomped over to the food tent and snatched up a bagel and a cup of coffee, glaring at a few of the stunt guys who tried to strike up a conversation with him. Clutching at his meagre excuse for lunch, he stalked over to the makeup van and slammed the door, leaning against it and letting out a heavy sigh.
Shaking his head in disgust, Billy threw himself into a chair and bit savagely into his bagel, glaring at his reflection. he ate in silence for a few moments, trying to get his head into what he called ‘actor space’ where he ceased to be Billy and just became a blob of tissue and muscle and bone, ready to be whatever was needed. In this case, his needed to be happy, cheerful, innocent little Pippin Took. But it wasn’t as easy as it used to be, because he couldn’t stop thinking of Dom, writhing on the dance floor; Dom smiling seductively at him, eyes a cloudy grey; Dom slinging an arm around his shoulder and kissing him sloppily on the cheek.
The door opened and he jumped slightly, freezing when he saw Dom reflected in the mirror, standing in the doorway and watching him with a frown. He tried to think of something to say, tried to figure out what his best course of action was, but he gave up and just looked at Dom sullenly.
Dom was silent for a moment, looking at him thoughtfully, before he sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “So what’s up, Billy Boyd? Why’re you such a shit actor today?”
Billy snorted and took a gulp of coffee, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s none of your business,” he grumbled, and Dom chuckled mirthlessly.
“Bullshit. You’re my mate, Billy, and I care about you. So stop being such a git and tell me what’s going on with you.”
“I said it’s none of your fucking business!” Billy lashed out, sending his half-empty coffee cup flying. He stood up, hands clenched into fists, and whirled around to face Dom. He hesitated when he saw the younger man was watching him with wide, startled eyes, his whole body language radiating the words ‘shock’ and ‘surprise’.
For a tense, frozen moment, neither moved. Then Dom sighed softly and stepped forward, ignoring Billy’s vicious glare, to wrap his arms around the Scot. Billy resisted for as long as he could, which was about ten seconds, before letting himself fall into Dom’s warm embrace. Neither of them spoke, they just stood there in silence for several long minutes.
Billy had nearly calmed down completely, ready to forget the horrible morning and its cause and just get on with the rest of the day, when he felt soft, slightly wet lips against cheek. He froze, body going tense, not daring to breath. Dom was slowly making his way to Billy’s mouth, mouth a warm, soft pressure against his skin, and for a moment, Billy let him. But then his brain kicked into gear again and he pulled away, not fast enough to be obvious and smiled wearily at Dom.
“Thanks, Dom,” he said, his voice husky and quiet. “I guess I’m just having a bad day.” He walked out quickly, trying not to see the quiet pain flickering in Dom’s green-grey eyes.
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...Right..all that's oput the way..now..where's the pr0n?
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yay
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More, more, more :D
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A;so anyone know the whole atrical with 'I want porn and chocolate!"
By the way, amazing fic.
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It will get better, though, will it?
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