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Title: Home (1/2)
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sassywitch
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC/17 for part 2
Summary: Too far apart
Feedback: Is a glorious thing!
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be damn it.
Author’s Notes: Couldn’t help but picture this when listening to Michael Buble. Home is the song that inspired it. The lyrics are behind the cut.
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be allright
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home
It was funny the things that made you realize what was important. One minute he was happily reading the newspaper, eating his morning cereal and drinking tea, the radio playing softly in the background. The next he was booking a seat on a plane, tears in his eyes, desperately trying to get to Hawaii as quickly as possible.
What had precipitated his sudden desire to flee his homeland? A song. One lousy little song that had wrapped itself around his heart and squeezed it painfully.
When they were apart his heart always ached. He was missing his other half. They were like a jigsaw. Both pieces were pretty good on their own, but would never be complete without the other.
It was the nature of their profession that they couldn’t be together all the time, and, logically it was more sensible for him to be the one to travel. After all he was the one doing movies, not a weekly show.
Moving thru to his bedroom he pulled his suitcase from under the bed. He’d packed two weeks ago, on a miserable night as they had spoken on the phone. He had needed to feel that he was going to see the love of his heart, even if he was just trying to distract himself.
A ghost of a smile played across his lips as he stopped at his computer. Sitting in front of it, he filtered through some search engines and found the file he was looking for. Downloading it quickly he attached it to an email that contained just three words. “I’m going home.” And sent it on its way across the world.
He smiled as he collected up the necessary documentation he would need and carried his suitcase out to the curb to wait for a cab he had called.
Less than three hours after he had left his half eaten cereal on his kitchen table he was on a plane bound for London and a connecting flight to LA and then his destination. Hawaii.
~~~~~~~~~~
Dom was restless. Even for him. Long after the sun had set and the waters had turned to black satin, glistening with sparkling moonbeams and starlight, he had turned his lights on and grabbed at his surfboard.
Needing the connection that was the biggest part of his restlessness, he slipped into the wetsuit that Billy had given him last Christmas and spent hours surfing in the darkness. Letting the water wash over his body willing it to wash away the desperate longing that burned through him.
By the time he stood his surfboard beside the lanai and wandered into his bathroom he knew it was a lost cause. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table he saw it was after one am. He sighed dramatically. The time didn’t matter he wasn’t sleeping worth a damn anyways.
He pressed his hands flat against the stark white tiles of the shower enclosure and cried. The shower was the only place he allowed himself this small piece of self pity. After all, if he couldn’t see the tears he was being strong right. The sound of his heart breaking sobs filled the bathroom as he stood under the pulsing water.
Stepping out of the shower, as the water grew cold, he absently patted the water from his skin. Walking naked through his house, he sat in front of his computer and checked his various instant messenger programs, looking for his Billy. His hopeful smile turned to a disappointed frown when he realized he’d been surfing at Billy’s normal log on time.
Checking his mailbox he almost clapped gleefully to see an email from Billy. Knowing that one of Billy’s long rambling daily ritual emails would make it easier to face his empty bed he clicked on it. He loved those emails almost as much as he loved Billy. Long rambling notes that told him everything that happened in Billy’s day. Dom often read pieces of them then closed his eyes, picturing the vivid scenes Billy had painted inside his head. If Dom’s own day had been long or tiring or the distance between them seemed insurmountable, reading one of Bill’s emails was the only way he could sleep at all.
Opening the mail, his brows furrowed tightly. Three words?! Billy’s emails had never been less than three paragraphs so he was instantly confused.
“I’m going home?” he read aloud. The words jumped off the screen at him as he read them. “What the?” he questioned.
“You’re at home you silly git.” He mumbled confused and disappointed.
Clicking on the attachment, a music file opened. As the music began, he wrinkled his nose, it definitely wasn’t his usual music. But knowing that Billy had sent it for a reason he leaned in closer to listen intently. As the words of the song washed over him, tears welled in his eyes. By the end of the song Dom sat on the chair, his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs as he listened. His toes unconsciously tapped out the rhythm on the edge of the seat even as tears streamed down his face. Silent sobs wracked his body as the lyrics ebbed and flowed over him.
He ached to wrap his arms around his lover and comfort him. He knew that Billy presented an altogether together front to him and the world at large every time they parted. He knew Billy did it for him, because Billy knew Dom’s moods and his emotions and tried to shield him from all that was unhappy, but Dom knew, he could see it in Billy’s eyes when he thought Dom wasn’t watching. He had seen the naked pain in those beautiful green eyes, he knew he was hurting far more than Dom ever was, but Billy would never admit it. He could hear the longing and the pain in Billy’s voice every time they spoke and ached to hold him to fix both their pains.
His hand snaked across the desk to click his mouse again and start the song over. This time he listened even more intently, his eyes closed focused on the image of his Billy. His eyes flicked to the time the email was sent. Billy would have been alone, in his kitchen probably eating breakfast, maybe reading the paper, or even the side of the cereal box. The words of the song wouldn’t register at first but when they did they would have struck a blow to Billy’s core. His sweet precious lover would have been shattered by the musical sentiment and would have felt that his heart had been cleaved in two.
Fresh tears welled in his own eyes at the thought of Billy being all-alone on the other side of the world and hurting so badly.
One single thought flashed through his mind. His eyes flew to the body of the email. He knew his lover almost as well as he knew himself. Billy was on his way he just knew it.
Checking the time on the email for the third time in as many minutes, he glanced at the clock and he smile more brightly, stifling a happy yawn. Time for him to sleep. He had to. His Billy was coming. He crawled into his bed sprawling across it, pulling Billy’s pillow into his arms and sighing deeply at the lingering scent of sexy Scotsman that clung to it.
Author:
sassywitchPairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC/17 for part 2
Summary: Too far apart
Feedback: Is a glorious thing!
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be damn it.
Author’s Notes: Couldn’t help but picture this when listening to Michael Buble. Home is the song that inspired it. The lyrics are behind the cut.
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be allright
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home
It was funny the things that made you realize what was important. One minute he was happily reading the newspaper, eating his morning cereal and drinking tea, the radio playing softly in the background. The next he was booking a seat on a plane, tears in his eyes, desperately trying to get to Hawaii as quickly as possible.
What had precipitated his sudden desire to flee his homeland? A song. One lousy little song that had wrapped itself around his heart and squeezed it painfully.
When they were apart his heart always ached. He was missing his other half. They were like a jigsaw. Both pieces were pretty good on their own, but would never be complete without the other.
It was the nature of their profession that they couldn’t be together all the time, and, logically it was more sensible for him to be the one to travel. After all he was the one doing movies, not a weekly show.
Moving thru to his bedroom he pulled his suitcase from under the bed. He’d packed two weeks ago, on a miserable night as they had spoken on the phone. He had needed to feel that he was going to see the love of his heart, even if he was just trying to distract himself.
A ghost of a smile played across his lips as he stopped at his computer. Sitting in front of it, he filtered through some search engines and found the file he was looking for. Downloading it quickly he attached it to an email that contained just three words. “I’m going home.” And sent it on its way across the world.
He smiled as he collected up the necessary documentation he would need and carried his suitcase out to the curb to wait for a cab he had called.
Less than three hours after he had left his half eaten cereal on his kitchen table he was on a plane bound for London and a connecting flight to LA and then his destination. Hawaii.
~~~~~~~~~~
Dom was restless. Even for him. Long after the sun had set and the waters had turned to black satin, glistening with sparkling moonbeams and starlight, he had turned his lights on and grabbed at his surfboard.
Needing the connection that was the biggest part of his restlessness, he slipped into the wetsuit that Billy had given him last Christmas and spent hours surfing in the darkness. Letting the water wash over his body willing it to wash away the desperate longing that burned through him.
By the time he stood his surfboard beside the lanai and wandered into his bathroom he knew it was a lost cause. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table he saw it was after one am. He sighed dramatically. The time didn’t matter he wasn’t sleeping worth a damn anyways.
He pressed his hands flat against the stark white tiles of the shower enclosure and cried. The shower was the only place he allowed himself this small piece of self pity. After all, if he couldn’t see the tears he was being strong right. The sound of his heart breaking sobs filled the bathroom as he stood under the pulsing water.
Stepping out of the shower, as the water grew cold, he absently patted the water from his skin. Walking naked through his house, he sat in front of his computer and checked his various instant messenger programs, looking for his Billy. His hopeful smile turned to a disappointed frown when he realized he’d been surfing at Billy’s normal log on time.
Checking his mailbox he almost clapped gleefully to see an email from Billy. Knowing that one of Billy’s long rambling daily ritual emails would make it easier to face his empty bed he clicked on it. He loved those emails almost as much as he loved Billy. Long rambling notes that told him everything that happened in Billy’s day. Dom often read pieces of them then closed his eyes, picturing the vivid scenes Billy had painted inside his head. If Dom’s own day had been long or tiring or the distance between them seemed insurmountable, reading one of Bill’s emails was the only way he could sleep at all.
Opening the mail, his brows furrowed tightly. Three words?! Billy’s emails had never been less than three paragraphs so he was instantly confused.
“I’m going home?” he read aloud. The words jumped off the screen at him as he read them. “What the?” he questioned.
“You’re at home you silly git.” He mumbled confused and disappointed.
Clicking on the attachment, a music file opened. As the music began, he wrinkled his nose, it definitely wasn’t his usual music. But knowing that Billy had sent it for a reason he leaned in closer to listen intently. As the words of the song washed over him, tears welled in his eyes. By the end of the song Dom sat on the chair, his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs as he listened. His toes unconsciously tapped out the rhythm on the edge of the seat even as tears streamed down his face. Silent sobs wracked his body as the lyrics ebbed and flowed over him.
He ached to wrap his arms around his lover and comfort him. He knew that Billy presented an altogether together front to him and the world at large every time they parted. He knew Billy did it for him, because Billy knew Dom’s moods and his emotions and tried to shield him from all that was unhappy, but Dom knew, he could see it in Billy’s eyes when he thought Dom wasn’t watching. He had seen the naked pain in those beautiful green eyes, he knew he was hurting far more than Dom ever was, but Billy would never admit it. He could hear the longing and the pain in Billy’s voice every time they spoke and ached to hold him to fix both their pains.
His hand snaked across the desk to click his mouse again and start the song over. This time he listened even more intently, his eyes closed focused on the image of his Billy. His eyes flicked to the time the email was sent. Billy would have been alone, in his kitchen probably eating breakfast, maybe reading the paper, or even the side of the cereal box. The words of the song wouldn’t register at first but when they did they would have struck a blow to Billy’s core. His sweet precious lover would have been shattered by the musical sentiment and would have felt that his heart had been cleaved in two.
Fresh tears welled in his own eyes at the thought of Billy being all-alone on the other side of the world and hurting so badly.
One single thought flashed through his mind. His eyes flew to the body of the email. He knew his lover almost as well as he knew himself. Billy was on his way he just knew it.
Checking the time on the email for the third time in as many minutes, he glanced at the clock and he smile more brightly, stifling a happy yawn. Time for him to sleep. He had to. His Billy was coming. He crawled into his bed sprawling across it, pulling Billy’s pillow into his arms and sighing deeply at the lingering scent of sexy Scotsman that clung to it.
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I'm not big on Michael Buble either, but if a song strikes me I don't care who sings it.
It's true - home is where the heart is
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