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desire-billy.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Feb. 17th, 2004 02:05 am)Title: Billy’s Old Music (Best if you can listen to ‘Time In A Bottle’ at the end of the story)
Author: desire_billy
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: G
Feedback: Please
Author's Notes: Just a short fic about Billy’s possible taste in music. I am 3 months younger than Billy and would like to think he enjoys some of the same 70’s music as I. This song was inspired as I listened to my 70’s music and looked at Billy pics. Written through Dom’s perspective. Time In A Bottle lyrics written by Jim Croce.
Summary: Dom loves Billy and his old music
Billy had good taste in music. I always enjoyed listening to his CDs. Elijah sometimes had a hard time with Billy’s old music. Sometimes usually after a particularly rough week, Billy would want to sit in his living room, drink beer and listen to Simon and Garfunkel, Gordon Lightfoot, The Moody Blues….
This Friday night was one of those nights. I came out of the shower to the stereo blaring out ‘Scarborough Fair’ by Simon and Garfunkel. I instantly mellowed. This was going to be a laid back night of beer, Billy and his old music. I dressed in sweat pants and socks.
I padded down the hall to find Billy on the floor looking at his CDs. Most had been ones he burned himself. I went to the kitchen and grabbed us each a beer. I sat next to Billy and handed him a beer.
He looked and smiled. “You don’t mind do you? I can’t deal with the pub or the dance club tonight. I just need to lose myself in some music.”
I smiled at him and said, “As long as I can get lost with you, love.” I leaned in and kissed him. I’m always amazed at how soft his lips are. They fit perfectly on my own.
I asked him, “Do you want your guitar?” I loved to sit and watch him play. I could even watch him tune the thing. His fingers would move so skillfully along the neck and then pluck at the strings to make beautiful sounds.
Billy looked at me and put a hand on my knee. His eyes twinkled. It was a good thing I was sitting down, as my knees went too weak to have held me up. “Would you like me to play?”
“You know I do, but only if you feel like it.” I was already standing though going for his guitar. I heard him laughing lightly as I walked down the hall. There in the corner of his room it sat. Lovingly leaned against the wall. Nothing touching it but the last streams of the sunset. I gently picked it up by the neck and returned to Billy.
I handed him the guitar and sat on the couch for a better view. As Gordon Lightfoot’s ‘Sundown’ played behind him, Billy tuned the guitar. Soon he was playing with the music. He would sway with the music, his eyes closed, his head slightly tilted, the guitar resting on his legs as he sat indian style. I could hear him singing the words and the hair on my arms stood up.
Gordon Lightfoot had a rather deep voice, but with Billy accompanying him the song felt almost haunting. Soon the next song started. ‘Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald’ another Lightfoot song. Billy never opened his eyes he started strumming to the song and singing.
I sat back and took a deep breath. I was admiring Billy for all his talents. I fixated on his fingers. He had small fingers, but on the guitar they looked strong and longer than they probably were. Billy’s volume would rise with the inflection of the song.
Oh, how I love this man. I never thought it possible to love like this. Everything about him I loved. All his talents, his quirks, his annoyances of none I could think of at the moment.
Billy opened his eyes as he sang the last few lines of the song. His gaze met mine. His eyes were soft, but none the less burning. I could lose my self in those beautiful pools of green. There were times I would get so lost in eyes I would forget to breathe. I leaned forward and held his gaze.
As the song finished, I said, “You know I love you, right?”
Billy smiled that beautiful smile and said, “I know.” Billy went back to his guitar. The music had stopped, but Billy continued to play.
As the first sounds of 'Time In A Bottle’ floated from his guitar I felt my breath being taken away. Billy looked up at me and into my eyes as he sang:
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
Billy’s fingers slid over the neck of the guitar but his eyes never left mine.
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
The last few strums of the guitar floated through the air and wrapped around me. We sat there looking into each other’s eyes, smiling. My heart was so full, I felt as if I would spill over and flood the room with the love I felt for him.
Billy stood and walked to me. Our eyes never leaving each other. He held his hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me into a lover’s embrace. We stayed like that for quite some time. Just holding each other relishing in the love we felt for one another.
Billy whispered in my ear, “I love you with all my heart, Dommie.”
I melted into his arms only able to whisper, “I know.”
Author: desire_billy
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: G
Feedback: Please
Author's Notes: Just a short fic about Billy’s possible taste in music. I am 3 months younger than Billy and would like to think he enjoys some of the same 70’s music as I. This song was inspired as I listened to my 70’s music and looked at Billy pics. Written through Dom’s perspective. Time In A Bottle lyrics written by Jim Croce.
Summary: Dom loves Billy and his old music
Billy had good taste in music. I always enjoyed listening to his CDs. Elijah sometimes had a hard time with Billy’s old music. Sometimes usually after a particularly rough week, Billy would want to sit in his living room, drink beer and listen to Simon and Garfunkel, Gordon Lightfoot, The Moody Blues….
This Friday night was one of those nights. I came out of the shower to the stereo blaring out ‘Scarborough Fair’ by Simon and Garfunkel. I instantly mellowed. This was going to be a laid back night of beer, Billy and his old music. I dressed in sweat pants and socks.
I padded down the hall to find Billy on the floor looking at his CDs. Most had been ones he burned himself. I went to the kitchen and grabbed us each a beer. I sat next to Billy and handed him a beer.
He looked and smiled. “You don’t mind do you? I can’t deal with the pub or the dance club tonight. I just need to lose myself in some music.”
I smiled at him and said, “As long as I can get lost with you, love.” I leaned in and kissed him. I’m always amazed at how soft his lips are. They fit perfectly on my own.
I asked him, “Do you want your guitar?” I loved to sit and watch him play. I could even watch him tune the thing. His fingers would move so skillfully along the neck and then pluck at the strings to make beautiful sounds.
Billy looked at me and put a hand on my knee. His eyes twinkled. It was a good thing I was sitting down, as my knees went too weak to have held me up. “Would you like me to play?”
“You know I do, but only if you feel like it.” I was already standing though going for his guitar. I heard him laughing lightly as I walked down the hall. There in the corner of his room it sat. Lovingly leaned against the wall. Nothing touching it but the last streams of the sunset. I gently picked it up by the neck and returned to Billy.
I handed him the guitar and sat on the couch for a better view. As Gordon Lightfoot’s ‘Sundown’ played behind him, Billy tuned the guitar. Soon he was playing with the music. He would sway with the music, his eyes closed, his head slightly tilted, the guitar resting on his legs as he sat indian style. I could hear him singing the words and the hair on my arms stood up.
Gordon Lightfoot had a rather deep voice, but with Billy accompanying him the song felt almost haunting. Soon the next song started. ‘Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald’ another Lightfoot song. Billy never opened his eyes he started strumming to the song and singing.
I sat back and took a deep breath. I was admiring Billy for all his talents. I fixated on his fingers. He had small fingers, but on the guitar they looked strong and longer than they probably were. Billy’s volume would rise with the inflection of the song.
Oh, how I love this man. I never thought it possible to love like this. Everything about him I loved. All his talents, his quirks, his annoyances of none I could think of at the moment.
Billy opened his eyes as he sang the last few lines of the song. His gaze met mine. His eyes were soft, but none the less burning. I could lose my self in those beautiful pools of green. There were times I would get so lost in eyes I would forget to breathe. I leaned forward and held his gaze.
As the song finished, I said, “You know I love you, right?”
Billy smiled that beautiful smile and said, “I know.” Billy went back to his guitar. The music had stopped, but Billy continued to play.
As the first sounds of 'Time In A Bottle’ floated from his guitar I felt my breath being taken away. Billy looked up at me and into my eyes as he sang:
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
Billy’s fingers slid over the neck of the guitar but his eyes never left mine.
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
The last few strums of the guitar floated through the air and wrapped around me. We sat there looking into each other’s eyes, smiling. My heart was so full, I felt as if I would spill over and flood the room with the love I felt for him.
Billy stood and walked to me. Our eyes never leaving each other. He held his hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me into a lover’s embrace. We stayed like that for quite some time. Just holding each other relishing in the love we felt for one another.
Billy whispered in my ear, “I love you with all my heart, Dommie.”
I melted into his arms only able to whisper, “I know.”
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i'm like a classic rock/whatever else you wanna call this junkie.... and i'm only 18... i know the whole song by heart....
anyway
Man that's great, so sweet too. i love the image of billy with the guitar and him just watching dom
verrah sexae
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we studied it in school as well