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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Dec. 25th, 2005 07:45 pm)Title: The Promise
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, maybe.
Summary: A fluffy/angsty Christmas fic that came to me late last night.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. I also love chocolate.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: It’s a little late, but it’s still Christmas day where I am, so here’s a little something for you all. Merry Christmas. :)
Tilting his head to one side, Billy purses his bow shaped lips and critically eyes the twinkling lights draped over the mantle above the fireplace. Billy doesn’t usually decorate his cozy house for Christmas, but since Dom is flying in so they can spend the holidays together, he’s putting in some extra effort for things to look festive. The gorgeous pine tree in the corner is bare, as Dom requested that Billy wait until they can decorate it together, between rounds of snogging and lovemaking, Billy is sure.
Glancing at his watch, Billy smiles to himself. Dom is already on his way, providing his flight from Oahu left on time. For several days now, Dom has been watching the weather reports, not wanting anything to come between them spending ten glorious days together, tucked away from prying eyes, in Billy’s house in Scotland. To Dom’s relief, the weather appears to be cooperating, as the storm that was expected to hit New York has decided to move west instead of north from Virginia. Before night falls on this Christmas Eve, Dom will be here.
Billy is still caught up in his thoughts when the mobile in his pocket begins to sing a familiar tune. Dom had programmed it for him so he always knows it’s his Dommie calling. Grinning, Billy answers the call as he drops down to sprawl on the couch and take in the cheerful room.
“Hello, my love,” he says warmly, smiling when his stomach flutters in anticipation. “Waiting for your next plane to leave?”
“Billy-”
Dom’s voice is everything that Billy’s isn’t. The tone is cold, almost hollow sounding. Even though he’s uttered only one word, Billy can hear the wavering in Dom’s voice, the tension that's twisting his slender body.
“What’s wrong, meh Dommeh?” Billy asks gently as he sits up. “What’s going on?”
“My flight out of New York has been canceled,” Dom manages to choke out. “There’s something wrong with the hydraulic system, but they can’t figure out where it is, so they can’t fix it.”
“I think it’s better they find the problem now than when they’re trying to land at Heathrow, Dommie,” Billy replies. “Surely they can find another airplane,” he adds tenderly, feeling Dom’s distress through the phone line.
“With the holidays, all of their planes are booked solid. There aren’t any others available,” Dom replies miserably, his breath catching, a ragged sob building his throat. “I forgot to charge my mobile, and the battery is almost dead. I can’t call you from a pay phone because the strip is shot on my credit card. I’ve been here for almost four hours, trying everything I can think of to find a way to get to you.”
“Shhh, it’s alright, love,” Billy soothes, aching to reach through the phone and cuddle Dom close. “It’s alright.”
Dom crumbles, on the verge of losing it completely. “Billy-”
“Baby, take some deep breaths,” Billy instructs firmly. “Slow and easy.”
He listens as Dom obediently sucks air into his lungs and then slowly releases it, then again, and again. Each time is steadier, and Billy closes his eyes, listening closely.
“Just breathe, my love.”
“Okay, I’m better now,” Dom says finally, sniffling and muffling the phone as he scrubs a hand over his face to help compose himself.
“Dommie, you need to get out of that airport.”
“But there aren’t any flights-”
“I know, Dommie. I want you to get your suitcase, get into a taxi and find a hotel,” Billy requests. “I’d tell you to call Orli and stay with him, but he’s in LA this week.”
“Bills, I promised you. You and me, just the two-”
“I know, love. I know,” Billy interrupts gently. “But there’s nothing you can do. It’s out of your hands. Right now, the best present you can give me is for you to be warm and safe.”
“I want to be with you,” Dom whimpers. “I don’t want to be in some hotel, half a world away.”
“Will you do it for me?” Billy asks, knowing that he’s not being fair, but he’s desperate to make sure that Dom doesn’t spend the next two days sitting in an airport all alone, frantically trying to get to Scotland and quietly blaming himself.
There is a long quiet moment, the rush of people hurrying to their departure gates filling the silence.
“Okay,” Dom says finally.
“Plug in your mobile, take a hot bath, have something to eat and then get some sleep,” Billy requests tenderly. “When you wake up, it’ll be Christmas. Call me so we can at least talk to each other.”
“Shite,” Dom curses softly. “My battery is about to give out. I love you, so much, Billy. Merry Chr-”
Listening as the line goes dead, Billy reluctantly ends the call, staring at his mobile for a long while and then looking up at the cheerfully decorated room. Sighing heavily, his shoulders falling into a heavy slump, Billy tucks his mobile back into the pocket of his trousers and then walks over to the fireplace to put some more wood on the low burning flames. Whatever Christmas cheer he’d managed to muster up is gone, now that his Dommie won’t be with him. It’s not Dom’s fault, and Billy has done his best to comfort him. He hopes it’s enough, until they can talk again.
Needing to get away from the fragrant aroma of the pine tree, the tall reminder of the plans they’d made, and how they’ve just been painfully ripped away, Billy quickly escapes from the living room. Grabbing a bottle of scotch from the kitchen, Billy starts to walk into the bedroom, but changes his mind when he remembers the fresh sheets he’d put on the bed less than two hours ago. They're Dom’s favorite. Cursing at the lack of places to go in his cozy house, Billy decides on a long, hot soak in the bathtub, his mobile close by, just in case Dom calls him again, in need of his Billy. Nursing a tumbler of scotch when all he wants to do is drink the whole bottle down, Billy lets his head loll to one side as he remembers the last time he and Dom shared a bath, and the wonderfully passionate lovemaking that had occurred.
The rest of Christmas Eve day passes agonizingly slow, almost as though the clock is refusing to move at its usual speed. Dom calls just after dinner to talk for a few minutes, the longing clear in his voice, the sound of the New York traffic faint the background. All too soon they have to say goodnight, and Billy does his best to hide the disappointment in his voice, not wanting Dom to feel any worse than he already does. Finally, the hour grows late and it’s time for Billy to go to bed. There is an ache, deep in Billy’s chest, when he slides between the soft, flannel sheets, wishing that Dom was cuddled against him, smelling so sweetly of Hawaii, his long limbs wrapping possessively around Billy. Hoping that he can sleep through most of tomorrow, rather than face spending it alone, Billy falls into a restless, uneasy slumber.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Rolling over in bed again, in a futile attempt to find a comfortable position, Billy sighs heavily, whispering his lover’s name into the quiet and rubbing the aching spot on his chest. Longing to have Dom next to him, so he can touch and kiss Dom’s sweet skin as much as he wants to, Billy’s surprised when a voice, very close by, gently answers him.
“Yes, my love?”
“Dommeh?” Billy murmurs again, groggy and confused as he opens his eyes.
Squinting at the clock on the nightstand as he yawns, Billy can barely make out the numbers. Unless he’s mistaken, it’s the middle of the night. A little after half four, to be exact.
“Hi baby,” Dom says softly, nuzzling into Billy's side and rubbing his cold nose against Billy’s sleep-flushed cheeks.
Moaning under his breath at the sensation, Billy pulls Dom closer as he trails soft, loving kisses across Billy’s cherubic face.
“I’m not dreaming, am I?” Billy asks, almost afraid to hope. “You’re really here?”
“Yes, Bills. I’m really here.”
“How? You’re supposed to be in New York. I thought-”
“It’s a long story and I’m fucking exhausted, love. Mind if I tell you in the morning?” Dom requests as he fights back a yawn, laying a finger over Billy’s lips to quiet him. “I’m here, with you. That’s all that matters now.”
“Okay,” Billy agrees sleepily, shifting and tugging Dom further into his embrace. “C’mere.”
“I want to take a shower first, Bills. I’m all stinky from traveling.”
“No, you’re not,” Billy protests, attempting to pull Dom closer as he starts to withdraw. “You’re fine. Don’t go.”
“I’ll be back in five minutes, love. I promise,” Dom vows, the faintest hint of laughter in his tone. “I just want to rinse off the last eighteen or so hours.”
“Okay,” Billy agrees, reluctantly allowing Dom to slip out of his arms. “Hurry back.”
Billy is dozing when the mattress dips beside him and Dom curls into his side, snuggling into the warm softness. He can’t help but smile when Dom’s long arm wraps snugly around his waist and he wedges a leg between Billy’s knees, fitting their bodies together as close as possible. Hand sliding down Dom’s narrow back to cup his hip, Billy relishes in the soft, bare skin, eternally grateful that Dom sleeps naked.
“Dommeh,” Billy whispers, fingertips of his other hand tangling in the damp curls laying against Dom’s slender neck.
“Go to sleep,” Dom says with a wide yawn, kissing the corner of Billy’s mouth before sinking into the pillow, his face mere inches from Billy’s.
In moments, both are fast asleep, content now that they are in each others arms.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Shifting a little, Dom’s eyes flutter open when he feels Billy’s lips pressing feathery kisses to his hair, cheeks and nose. Blinking several times to bring the world into focus and adjust to the light in the room, Dom lifts his chin so their lips can meet. His mouth opens automatically, inviting Billy’s tongue to slip into the warm cavern of sweetness, and Dom sighs happily, unable to stop smiling when their swollen lips finally part. Settling into the pillow, Dom looks over at the window. A moment later, his eyes are twinkling with joy.
“It’s snowing, Bills.”
“Yeah. It started about an hour and a half ago,” Billy tells him. “We’re going to have a white Christmas, Dommie.”
“You’ve been sitting around, waiting for over an hour for me to open my eyes?” Dom asks, his cheeks pinking. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“Because you looked so peaceful, laying in my arms,” Billy replies softly. “I just wanted to hold you and look at you.”
“Aww, Bills.”
“How in the world did you get here, my love?” Billy asks, unable to wait one more minute to find out how Dom had managed to get to Glasgow after his flight was canceled.
“There was one last flight to London, so I waited at the gate, on standby, hoping there would be a seat or that I could convince someone to part with their ticket,” Dom explains, pushing himself up a little, resting his weight on his elbow. His free hand slides up and down Billy’s arm in lazy, sensual exploration.
“There was an extra seat?” Billy prompts when Dom doesn’t immediately continue his story.
Slowly, Dom shakes his head. “No. There was nothing.”
“How much did you pay someone to give up their ticket?” Billy asks, arching an eyebrow at his lover.
“I would’ve paid triple what he asked, just so I could be here with you,” Dom replies lovingly, eyes bright with emotion.
“Why didn’t you call me?” Billy wonders aloud. “I would’ve come to the airport to pick you up.”
“I wasn’t at the airport, Bills,” Dom explains, shaking his head. “The ticket only got me as far as London. By the time I landed, there was nothing available to Glasgow, so I rented a car and drove.”
“All night?” Billy gasps. “It’s got to be seven hours, Dommie, at least.”
“Eight and a half in the dark,” Dom admits. “I called you from the parking lot at the rental place. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry or try to talk me out of it. ”
“You crazy bastard,” Billy says, pushing himself up into a sitting position, eyes wide with surprise. “You’ve could’ve fallen asleep at the wheel and gotten yourself killed.”
“I was careful, I promise,” Dom interjects. “I wanted to make sure I got here.”
“Why take the risk, Dommie?”
“I made you a promise when you left Hawaii, Bills,” Dom says softly, leaning closer and pressing a tender kiss to Billy’s throat.
“What was that?” Billy asks, brow furrowing in thought.
Cupping Billy’s cheek, Dom gives him the sweetest of smiles, his eyes sparkling. “I’ll be home for Christmas.”
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Hours later, Dom presses a warm kiss to Billy’s mouth before laying back on the couch to admire their newly decorated Christmas tree. Snuggling into Dom’s embrace, Billy looks over at the tree as well before guiding their lips back together. It’s long minutes later when they finally part, panting heavily for breath.
“Merry Christmas,” Dom whispers tenderly, lost in the deep pools of Billy’s lovely green eyes.
“Yes, it is a Merry Christmas,” Billy agrees, threading his fingers through Dom’s sun kissed hair. “Because my Merry is here.”
And as their mouths come together again, Billy realizes just how much he loves Christmas.
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Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, maybe.
Summary: A fluffy/angsty Christmas fic that came to me late last night.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. I also love chocolate.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: It’s a little late, but it’s still Christmas day where I am, so here’s a little something for you all. Merry Christmas. :)
Tilting his head to one side, Billy purses his bow shaped lips and critically eyes the twinkling lights draped over the mantle above the fireplace. Billy doesn’t usually decorate his cozy house for Christmas, but since Dom is flying in so they can spend the holidays together, he’s putting in some extra effort for things to look festive. The gorgeous pine tree in the corner is bare, as Dom requested that Billy wait until they can decorate it together, between rounds of snogging and lovemaking, Billy is sure.
Glancing at his watch, Billy smiles to himself. Dom is already on his way, providing his flight from Oahu left on time. For several days now, Dom has been watching the weather reports, not wanting anything to come between them spending ten glorious days together, tucked away from prying eyes, in Billy’s house in Scotland. To Dom’s relief, the weather appears to be cooperating, as the storm that was expected to hit New York has decided to move west instead of north from Virginia. Before night falls on this Christmas Eve, Dom will be here.
Billy is still caught up in his thoughts when the mobile in his pocket begins to sing a familiar tune. Dom had programmed it for him so he always knows it’s his Dommie calling. Grinning, Billy answers the call as he drops down to sprawl on the couch and take in the cheerful room.
“Hello, my love,” he says warmly, smiling when his stomach flutters in anticipation. “Waiting for your next plane to leave?”
“Billy-”
Dom’s voice is everything that Billy’s isn’t. The tone is cold, almost hollow sounding. Even though he’s uttered only one word, Billy can hear the wavering in Dom’s voice, the tension that's twisting his slender body.
“What’s wrong, meh Dommeh?” Billy asks gently as he sits up. “What’s going on?”
“My flight out of New York has been canceled,” Dom manages to choke out. “There’s something wrong with the hydraulic system, but they can’t figure out where it is, so they can’t fix it.”
“I think it’s better they find the problem now than when they’re trying to land at Heathrow, Dommie,” Billy replies. “Surely they can find another airplane,” he adds tenderly, feeling Dom’s distress through the phone line.
“With the holidays, all of their planes are booked solid. There aren’t any others available,” Dom replies miserably, his breath catching, a ragged sob building his throat. “I forgot to charge my mobile, and the battery is almost dead. I can’t call you from a pay phone because the strip is shot on my credit card. I’ve been here for almost four hours, trying everything I can think of to find a way to get to you.”
“Shhh, it’s alright, love,” Billy soothes, aching to reach through the phone and cuddle Dom close. “It’s alright.”
Dom crumbles, on the verge of losing it completely. “Billy-”
“Baby, take some deep breaths,” Billy instructs firmly. “Slow and easy.”
He listens as Dom obediently sucks air into his lungs and then slowly releases it, then again, and again. Each time is steadier, and Billy closes his eyes, listening closely.
“Just breathe, my love.”
“Okay, I’m better now,” Dom says finally, sniffling and muffling the phone as he scrubs a hand over his face to help compose himself.
“Dommie, you need to get out of that airport.”
“But there aren’t any flights-”
“I know, Dommie. I want you to get your suitcase, get into a taxi and find a hotel,” Billy requests. “I’d tell you to call Orli and stay with him, but he’s in LA this week.”
“Bills, I promised you. You and me, just the two-”
“I know, love. I know,” Billy interrupts gently. “But there’s nothing you can do. It’s out of your hands. Right now, the best present you can give me is for you to be warm and safe.”
“I want to be with you,” Dom whimpers. “I don’t want to be in some hotel, half a world away.”
“Will you do it for me?” Billy asks, knowing that he’s not being fair, but he’s desperate to make sure that Dom doesn’t spend the next two days sitting in an airport all alone, frantically trying to get to Scotland and quietly blaming himself.
There is a long quiet moment, the rush of people hurrying to their departure gates filling the silence.
“Okay,” Dom says finally.
“Plug in your mobile, take a hot bath, have something to eat and then get some sleep,” Billy requests tenderly. “When you wake up, it’ll be Christmas. Call me so we can at least talk to each other.”
“Shite,” Dom curses softly. “My battery is about to give out. I love you, so much, Billy. Merry Chr-”
Listening as the line goes dead, Billy reluctantly ends the call, staring at his mobile for a long while and then looking up at the cheerfully decorated room. Sighing heavily, his shoulders falling into a heavy slump, Billy tucks his mobile back into the pocket of his trousers and then walks over to the fireplace to put some more wood on the low burning flames. Whatever Christmas cheer he’d managed to muster up is gone, now that his Dommie won’t be with him. It’s not Dom’s fault, and Billy has done his best to comfort him. He hopes it’s enough, until they can talk again.
Needing to get away from the fragrant aroma of the pine tree, the tall reminder of the plans they’d made, and how they’ve just been painfully ripped away, Billy quickly escapes from the living room. Grabbing a bottle of scotch from the kitchen, Billy starts to walk into the bedroom, but changes his mind when he remembers the fresh sheets he’d put on the bed less than two hours ago. They're Dom’s favorite. Cursing at the lack of places to go in his cozy house, Billy decides on a long, hot soak in the bathtub, his mobile close by, just in case Dom calls him again, in need of his Billy. Nursing a tumbler of scotch when all he wants to do is drink the whole bottle down, Billy lets his head loll to one side as he remembers the last time he and Dom shared a bath, and the wonderfully passionate lovemaking that had occurred.
The rest of Christmas Eve day passes agonizingly slow, almost as though the clock is refusing to move at its usual speed. Dom calls just after dinner to talk for a few minutes, the longing clear in his voice, the sound of the New York traffic faint the background. All too soon they have to say goodnight, and Billy does his best to hide the disappointment in his voice, not wanting Dom to feel any worse than he already does. Finally, the hour grows late and it’s time for Billy to go to bed. There is an ache, deep in Billy’s chest, when he slides between the soft, flannel sheets, wishing that Dom was cuddled against him, smelling so sweetly of Hawaii, his long limbs wrapping possessively around Billy. Hoping that he can sleep through most of tomorrow, rather than face spending it alone, Billy falls into a restless, uneasy slumber.
Rolling over in bed again, in a futile attempt to find a comfortable position, Billy sighs heavily, whispering his lover’s name into the quiet and rubbing the aching spot on his chest. Longing to have Dom next to him, so he can touch and kiss Dom’s sweet skin as much as he wants to, Billy’s surprised when a voice, very close by, gently answers him.
“Yes, my love?”
“Dommeh?” Billy murmurs again, groggy and confused as he opens his eyes.
Squinting at the clock on the nightstand as he yawns, Billy can barely make out the numbers. Unless he’s mistaken, it’s the middle of the night. A little after half four, to be exact.
“Hi baby,” Dom says softly, nuzzling into Billy's side and rubbing his cold nose against Billy’s sleep-flushed cheeks.
Moaning under his breath at the sensation, Billy pulls Dom closer as he trails soft, loving kisses across Billy’s cherubic face.
“I’m not dreaming, am I?” Billy asks, almost afraid to hope. “You’re really here?”
“Yes, Bills. I’m really here.”
“How? You’re supposed to be in New York. I thought-”
“It’s a long story and I’m fucking exhausted, love. Mind if I tell you in the morning?” Dom requests as he fights back a yawn, laying a finger over Billy’s lips to quiet him. “I’m here, with you. That’s all that matters now.”
“Okay,” Billy agrees sleepily, shifting and tugging Dom further into his embrace. “C’mere.”
“I want to take a shower first, Bills. I’m all stinky from traveling.”
“No, you’re not,” Billy protests, attempting to pull Dom closer as he starts to withdraw. “You’re fine. Don’t go.”
“I’ll be back in five minutes, love. I promise,” Dom vows, the faintest hint of laughter in his tone. “I just want to rinse off the last eighteen or so hours.”
“Okay,” Billy agrees, reluctantly allowing Dom to slip out of his arms. “Hurry back.”
Billy is dozing when the mattress dips beside him and Dom curls into his side, snuggling into the warm softness. He can’t help but smile when Dom’s long arm wraps snugly around his waist and he wedges a leg between Billy’s knees, fitting their bodies together as close as possible. Hand sliding down Dom’s narrow back to cup his hip, Billy relishes in the soft, bare skin, eternally grateful that Dom sleeps naked.
“Dommeh,” Billy whispers, fingertips of his other hand tangling in the damp curls laying against Dom’s slender neck.
“Go to sleep,” Dom says with a wide yawn, kissing the corner of Billy’s mouth before sinking into the pillow, his face mere inches from Billy’s.
In moments, both are fast asleep, content now that they are in each others arms.
Shifting a little, Dom’s eyes flutter open when he feels Billy’s lips pressing feathery kisses to his hair, cheeks and nose. Blinking several times to bring the world into focus and adjust to the light in the room, Dom lifts his chin so their lips can meet. His mouth opens automatically, inviting Billy’s tongue to slip into the warm cavern of sweetness, and Dom sighs happily, unable to stop smiling when their swollen lips finally part. Settling into the pillow, Dom looks over at the window. A moment later, his eyes are twinkling with joy.
“It’s snowing, Bills.”
“Yeah. It started about an hour and a half ago,” Billy tells him. “We’re going to have a white Christmas, Dommie.”
“You’ve been sitting around, waiting for over an hour for me to open my eyes?” Dom asks, his cheeks pinking. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“Because you looked so peaceful, laying in my arms,” Billy replies softly. “I just wanted to hold you and look at you.”
“Aww, Bills.”
“How in the world did you get here, my love?” Billy asks, unable to wait one more minute to find out how Dom had managed to get to Glasgow after his flight was canceled.
“There was one last flight to London, so I waited at the gate, on standby, hoping there would be a seat or that I could convince someone to part with their ticket,” Dom explains, pushing himself up a little, resting his weight on his elbow. His free hand slides up and down Billy’s arm in lazy, sensual exploration.
“There was an extra seat?” Billy prompts when Dom doesn’t immediately continue his story.
Slowly, Dom shakes his head. “No. There was nothing.”
“How much did you pay someone to give up their ticket?” Billy asks, arching an eyebrow at his lover.
“I would’ve paid triple what he asked, just so I could be here with you,” Dom replies lovingly, eyes bright with emotion.
“Why didn’t you call me?” Billy wonders aloud. “I would’ve come to the airport to pick you up.”
“I wasn’t at the airport, Bills,” Dom explains, shaking his head. “The ticket only got me as far as London. By the time I landed, there was nothing available to Glasgow, so I rented a car and drove.”
“All night?” Billy gasps. “It’s got to be seven hours, Dommie, at least.”
“Eight and a half in the dark,” Dom admits. “I called you from the parking lot at the rental place. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry or try to talk me out of it. ”
“You crazy bastard,” Billy says, pushing himself up into a sitting position, eyes wide with surprise. “You’ve could’ve fallen asleep at the wheel and gotten yourself killed.”
“I was careful, I promise,” Dom interjects. “I wanted to make sure I got here.”
“Why take the risk, Dommie?”
“I made you a promise when you left Hawaii, Bills,” Dom says softly, leaning closer and pressing a tender kiss to Billy’s throat.
“What was that?” Billy asks, brow furrowing in thought.
Cupping Billy’s cheek, Dom gives him the sweetest of smiles, his eyes sparkling. “I’ll be home for Christmas.”
Hours later, Dom presses a warm kiss to Billy’s mouth before laying back on the couch to admire their newly decorated Christmas tree. Snuggling into Dom’s embrace, Billy looks over at the tree as well before guiding their lips back together. It’s long minutes later when they finally part, panting heavily for breath.
“Merry Christmas,” Dom whispers tenderly, lost in the deep pools of Billy’s lovely green eyes.
“Yes, it is a Merry Christmas,” Billy agrees, threading his fingers through Dom’s sun kissed hair. “Because my Merry is here.”
And as their mouths come together again, Billy realizes just how much he loves Christmas.
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