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kali-sama.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jun. 28th, 2005 11:32 pm)Title: Untitled (3/?)
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 shifted uncomfortably, brushing sweat from his upper lip. Dom was sprawled on the floor playing his PS2 and his tee shirt had ridden up to reveal the sinuous muscles of his back. There was a bottle of beer next to his elbow, fresh from the fridge, and occasionally he would reach out to grasp it, rings clinking against the cool glass. He’d raise it to his lips and take a long swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing, lips closing around the mouth of the bottle in a way that was far too erotic.
Not for the first time that evening, Billy wondered why he’d agreed to hang out with Dom when all he’d wanted to do was curl up in his room and brood. But for whatever reason, he’d agreed, and now he was staring at Dom and feeling himself grow more aroused by the second.
“Ha! Yes! Take that, motherfuckers!”
Billy jerked at the loud, unexpected shout, and looked up to realise that Dom had just defeated the big bad boss and had rolled onto his back to grin triumphantly at Billy. Billy tried to focus on Dom’s face and not the smooth expanse of his stomach with that little trail of hair that disappeared into his low-slung jeans.
“Bills, you alright?” Dom asked, a worried little frown creasing his brows. “You’re awful quiet. D’ya wanna go out? We could ring up Lij and Sean and the others and see if anyone wants to-”
“No, it’s fine, Dom. I’ve just got a bit of a headache. Maybe I should just go home and get some sleep.” That, at least, wasn’t a lie-his headache from earlier still hadn’t faded and it was making him grouchy.
Dom frowned harder and then sprang to his feet, bounding into the kitchen. He returned a minute later with a glass of water and two aspirin. Billy smiled his thanks and swallowed the pills without the water, causing Dom to roll his eyes. After placing the water on the floor, Dom flopped down beside Billy and tugged until the Scot was nestled against his side.
“Dom-”
“Shut it, Billy. Just relax.”
Dom’s hand was pressing against his forehead, feeling his temperature, and then smoothed through his hair. Billy shivered a little at the gentle touch and felt his eyes drift close. Dom hummed contentedly and continued to toy with Billy’s hair as the other man slowly fell asleep.
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The first thought Billy had upon waking was ‘When did my pillow get so warm and lumpy?’ The second thought was ‘And when did it sprout hands that are rubbing my back?’
Billy moaned softly and rubbed at his eyes, trying to untangle dream from reality. One of the mysterious hands stopped roaming his back to tangle in his hair and gently caress his cheek. Billy’s eyes snapped open at the gentle touch and he pushed himself up, looking down at Dom with a mixture of shock and fear. Dom just looked at him, expression calm, but his hands were still on Billy, motionless but not gone.
Billy stood up clumsily, trying to figure out which limbs belonged to him and which belonged to Dom. He banged a shin against the coffee table and cursed, hopping on one foot whilst clutching at his bruised leg. He could feel Dom watching him, his skin itching with the knowledge of those sea-green eyes fixed on him, and he hop-walked towards the door, dragging his shoes out of the corner.
“Billy?”
Billy froze at the husky, confused voice but shook himself and continued pulling on his shoes.
“I’m sorry, Dom,” he muttered, tugging sharply on his shoelaces. “I need to go.”
“Why? It’s late, Bills, you might as well just stay here for the night-”
“No! I’ll see you tomorrow, Dom.” Billy grabbed his coat and walked out the door, forcing himself not to slam the door. He leant against the door for a moment, taking large gulps of the cool night air in an attempt to calm his pounding heart.
Sighing, Billy dug his car keys out of his jacket pocket and climbed into his car, flicking on the stereo automatically. It seemed to him like he’d only been driving for a second before he got home, and he blinked in confusion when he saw his house before him, the porch light on and the bathroom window open a crack.
Billy had barely stepped over the threshold before his phone began ringing and he muttered a few choice words before picking it up.
“Yeah?“
“Dom just rang me.“
Billy sighed, slumping against the wall and rubbing at his eyes. “Fuck off, Doodle, it’s none of your business.“
“Aw, c’mon, Billy, tell me what happened. Dom said you ran out like a bat out of hell. He’s worried about you.“
Billy paused before he said quietly, “He shouldn’t be.“
“Billy-“
“Bye, Lij.“
Billy hung up and shuffled into the kitchen, pouring himself a generous amount of whisky and gulping it back. But it didnt erase the sound of Dom’s husky voice, or the sight of his sleepy, calm eyes, or the feel of his body against his, warm and muscular and so delicous...
The first hint Billy had at something gone wrong was the sharp, clear sound of glass shattering. He blinked, watching the shards fall, glinting in the light. He frowned at the warm, wet feel of his hand and raised an eyebrow when he saw a bright crimson stain on the palm.
“Shit,“ he muttered, striding over to the sink and pressing a dishcloth against the cut. It was only minor, just a little gash on his palm that wouldnt even require stitches, but it would be a pain tomorrow and he knew the others would ask about it.
The phone rang again, loud and annoying in the stuffy silence of the house, and he only just stopped himself from screaming as he stalked into the hall and picked up the handset, jamming it into the crook of his neck so that he could continue nursing his wound.
“What?“ he barked, not caring in the least that whoever was on the other end probably didnt deserve it.
“The Ringbearer just called me.“
Scratch that, Viggo deserved every ounce of his anger, especially if he was going to be all mysterious and irritating again.
“I am not in the mood for this, Viggo,“ he growled, wincing when he pressed the dishcloth a little too hard into the cut.
“He called me because Dom called him,“ Viggo continued, unfazed. “And apparently Dom called him because he was worried about you. Also a little bit hurt that you ran out on him without explaining, but I don’t think Elijah mentioned that bit.“
Billy’s eyes widened, the blood draining from his face as he realised that he probably had Dom’s feelings a little. He felt his chest constrict, crushing his heart as pain sparked through his whole body, and his eyes burned with tears that he refused to shed.
“I am not in the mood for this, Viggo,“ he repeated in a calm, steady voice. He hung up, placing the handset carefully back onto the base, and then collapsed on the floor, legs buckling as he slid down the wall.
He’d never wanted to hurt Dom. It was always the farthest thing from his mind and his immediate reaction to the sight of Dom upset was always to try and cheer him up. The thought of him causing Dom pain caused hot, bitter regret to spike in his gut. God, he’d fucked up so much.
Feeling hot, salty tears splash onto his cheeks, Billy let his head thump back against the wall, trying to figure out a way to salvage this mess.
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 shifted uncomfortably, brushing sweat from his upper lip. Dom was sprawled on the floor playing his PS2 and his tee shirt had ridden up to reveal the sinuous muscles of his back. There was a bottle of beer next to his elbow, fresh from the fridge, and occasionally he would reach out to grasp it, rings clinking against the cool glass. He’d raise it to his lips and take a long swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing, lips closing around the mouth of the bottle in a way that was far too erotic.
Not for the first time that evening, Billy wondered why he’d agreed to hang out with Dom when all he’d wanted to do was curl up in his room and brood. But for whatever reason, he’d agreed, and now he was staring at Dom and feeling himself grow more aroused by the second.
“Ha! Yes! Take that, motherfuckers!”
Billy jerked at the loud, unexpected shout, and looked up to realise that Dom had just defeated the big bad boss and had rolled onto his back to grin triumphantly at Billy. Billy tried to focus on Dom’s face and not the smooth expanse of his stomach with that little trail of hair that disappeared into his low-slung jeans.
“Bills, you alright?” Dom asked, a worried little frown creasing his brows. “You’re awful quiet. D’ya wanna go out? We could ring up Lij and Sean and the others and see if anyone wants to-”
“No, it’s fine, Dom. I’ve just got a bit of a headache. Maybe I should just go home and get some sleep.” That, at least, wasn’t a lie-his headache from earlier still hadn’t faded and it was making him grouchy.
Dom frowned harder and then sprang to his feet, bounding into the kitchen. He returned a minute later with a glass of water and two aspirin. Billy smiled his thanks and swallowed the pills without the water, causing Dom to roll his eyes. After placing the water on the floor, Dom flopped down beside Billy and tugged until the Scot was nestled against his side.
“Dom-”
“Shut it, Billy. Just relax.”
Dom’s hand was pressing against his forehead, feeling his temperature, and then smoothed through his hair. Billy shivered a little at the gentle touch and felt his eyes drift close. Dom hummed contentedly and continued to toy with Billy’s hair as the other man slowly fell asleep.
---
The first thought Billy had upon waking was ‘When did my pillow get so warm and lumpy?’ The second thought was ‘And when did it sprout hands that are rubbing my back?’
Billy moaned softly and rubbed at his eyes, trying to untangle dream from reality. One of the mysterious hands stopped roaming his back to tangle in his hair and gently caress his cheek. Billy’s eyes snapped open at the gentle touch and he pushed himself up, looking down at Dom with a mixture of shock and fear. Dom just looked at him, expression calm, but his hands were still on Billy, motionless but not gone.
Billy stood up clumsily, trying to figure out which limbs belonged to him and which belonged to Dom. He banged a shin against the coffee table and cursed, hopping on one foot whilst clutching at his bruised leg. He could feel Dom watching him, his skin itching with the knowledge of those sea-green eyes fixed on him, and he hop-walked towards the door, dragging his shoes out of the corner.
“Billy?”
Billy froze at the husky, confused voice but shook himself and continued pulling on his shoes.
“I’m sorry, Dom,” he muttered, tugging sharply on his shoelaces. “I need to go.”
“Why? It’s late, Bills, you might as well just stay here for the night-”
“No! I’ll see you tomorrow, Dom.” Billy grabbed his coat and walked out the door, forcing himself not to slam the door. He leant against the door for a moment, taking large gulps of the cool night air in an attempt to calm his pounding heart.
Sighing, Billy dug his car keys out of his jacket pocket and climbed into his car, flicking on the stereo automatically. It seemed to him like he’d only been driving for a second before he got home, and he blinked in confusion when he saw his house before him, the porch light on and the bathroom window open a crack.
Billy had barely stepped over the threshold before his phone began ringing and he muttered a few choice words before picking it up.
“Yeah?“
“Dom just rang me.“
Billy sighed, slumping against the wall and rubbing at his eyes. “Fuck off, Doodle, it’s none of your business.“
“Aw, c’mon, Billy, tell me what happened. Dom said you ran out like a bat out of hell. He’s worried about you.“
Billy paused before he said quietly, “He shouldn’t be.“
“Billy-“
“Bye, Lij.“
Billy hung up and shuffled into the kitchen, pouring himself a generous amount of whisky and gulping it back. But it didnt erase the sound of Dom’s husky voice, or the sight of his sleepy, calm eyes, or the feel of his body against his, warm and muscular and so delicous...
The first hint Billy had at something gone wrong was the sharp, clear sound of glass shattering. He blinked, watching the shards fall, glinting in the light. He frowned at the warm, wet feel of his hand and raised an eyebrow when he saw a bright crimson stain on the palm.
“Shit,“ he muttered, striding over to the sink and pressing a dishcloth against the cut. It was only minor, just a little gash on his palm that wouldnt even require stitches, but it would be a pain tomorrow and he knew the others would ask about it.
The phone rang again, loud and annoying in the stuffy silence of the house, and he only just stopped himself from screaming as he stalked into the hall and picked up the handset, jamming it into the crook of his neck so that he could continue nursing his wound.
“What?“ he barked, not caring in the least that whoever was on the other end probably didnt deserve it.
“The Ringbearer just called me.“
Scratch that, Viggo deserved every ounce of his anger, especially if he was going to be all mysterious and irritating again.
“I am not in the mood for this, Viggo,“ he growled, wincing when he pressed the dishcloth a little too hard into the cut.
“He called me because Dom called him,“ Viggo continued, unfazed. “And apparently Dom called him because he was worried about you. Also a little bit hurt that you ran out on him without explaining, but I don’t think Elijah mentioned that bit.“
Billy’s eyes widened, the blood draining from his face as he realised that he probably had Dom’s feelings a little. He felt his chest constrict, crushing his heart as pain sparked through his whole body, and his eyes burned with tears that he refused to shed.
“I am not in the mood for this, Viggo,“ he repeated in a calm, steady voice. He hung up, placing the handset carefully back onto the base, and then collapsed on the floor, legs buckling as he slid down the wall.
He’d never wanted to hurt Dom. It was always the farthest thing from his mind and his immediate reaction to the sight of Dom upset was always to try and cheer him up. The thought of him causing Dom pain caused hot, bitter regret to spike in his gut. God, he’d fucked up so much.
Feeling hot, salty tears splash onto his cheeks, Billy let his head thump back against the wall, trying to figure out a way to salvage this mess.
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Second, Billy has to stop acting like a moron! Damn Billy! Sweet, sweet Dommie was taking care of him and humming and caressing his head.... damn Billy...
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There are two things I'd want to call to your attention, since you've asked for us to point things out. The first is a small typo. Might you want to change "dishclotch" to "dishcloth"?
The second is a link issue. Did you put in the links on the words "erotic" and "coffee" to those ad sites? If not, you may have a virus or spy program that is doing so against your will. (I had my husband find this story, as well, on his own computer, just to be sure that it wasn't my hard drive doing this, and the links popped up for him, as well.)
I am looking forward very much to the next part!
Catherine
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I hope you continue soon! <3
~Cait
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