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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 17th, 2006 01:47 pm)Title: The Accidental Confession
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, maybe.
Summary: An ordinary night brings an unexpected conversation.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. As always, my thanks tofrojane for the beta.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: I was craving some NZ fic, and the Muse was so helpful with ideas that I decided to jot some down. This is one of them. Dedicated tobite_me_luv, for being such a good friend. *cuddles you*
There’s nothing particularly special about this night, unless you count that it’s a Saturday, and that Peter has no filming scheduled for the next day. A single day off to relax and recharge before diving in for another week in the trenches. For most people it’s an average night at the pub. The hobbits and Orli are at the bar, ordering a fresh round of drinks, laughing and comparing stories about their experiences that day.
Sitting back in a corner booth, nursing his tumbler of scotch, Billy watches the room, eyes wandering from person to person, never lingering long enough to attract attention or be accused of staring. Except for one. There is one face that he returns to, over and over again. He’s drawn to it, helpless to resist it. When he’d accepted the role of Pippin, Billy never would’ve guessed that he’d travel half way around the world, only to find his soul mate.
If Billy’d had a year to guess who would be the one to steal his heart, make his blood burn with lust and his body ache with need, the young man taking on the role of Merry wouldn’t have been his first guess. He was the last to arrive, only to bound into the costume trailer with a crooked grin, throwing himself into Billy’s arms with a child’s exuberance, and greeting Billy as though they’ve known each other for years. Dominic. Merry. His cousin and best friend.
At first glance, Dom seems wild and crazy, and often hopelessly daft, but in the quieter moments, when’s it just the two of them, Billy learns the other side Dom. There is an innocent sweetness there, a part of him that refuses to take on the darkness of the world. It doesn’t take Billy long to discover that under that bright and cheerful exterior, lies a soul so loving and caring that it almost hurts.
Billy can’t put his finger on the moment when he started to fall for Dom, all he knows is that one day he was. In love, that is. On the other side of the world, struggling to wrap his mind around a part in a production of epic proportions, and what does he do? He falls for his best mate. It doesn’t help that Dom is the most tactile person he’s ever met. For all of Dom’s years in school, he obviously never learned the phrase ‘personal space,’ as he’s constantly in Billy’s. Pressed close to keep warm when the winds pick up on the hills, or slinging his arm around Billy’s shoulders when they’re at the pub, it seems that they’re always touching in some way or another.
Of course, Billy has tried not to notice that he fits perfectly under Dom’s arm, as though he was made to be there. He tries not to take pleasure in the fact that nobody else fits into Dom’s side like he does. It pleases him greatly when Dom seems to find his way to Billy’s side, no matter where they are or what they’re doing. A part of Billy likes to think that Dom misses him as much as he misses Dom when they’re not together, that he, too, craves that connection. It’s a ridiculous fantasy, but Billy can’t make himself give it up. There’s no chance that it’ll ever be, so why not hold tight to a dream that makes him happy?
This has been going on week after week, and it’s not getting any better or easier to handle. Every single day Billy falls a little further, getting lost in the beautiful blue-grey eyes of the German-born Brit. How does one go about telling a best mate that you imagine how they look naked, or that you keep losing time, staring at the pouty curve of a sensual, lower lip? It doesn’t seem to matter if Dom is made up as Merry or not. It’s worse when they’re getting in and out of costume, because Billy gets to watch Dom struggle with the hated fat suit, the result of his lean, gorgeous body refusing to plump up like Peter wanted.
Prosthetics in the morning is the worst, Dom stumbling into the Feet trailer at five in the morning with his hair tousled about and standing up in a dozen different directions. Dom always looks like he’s spent the night rolling about the sheets, indulging in magnificent, wanton pleasure. The sight makes heat pool, low in Billy’s belly, wanting to be the one Dom shares his bed with. Many a night, Billy’s awoken and needed to change his boxers, thanks to yet another vivid, erotic dream of Dom, their lips coming together in wild, hungry kisses and bare skin pressed tight, craving closer contact.
There’s no other way to describe it, no way to gloss over it. Billy is fucked. Well and truly fucked. For the next year and some months, he’ll have to settle for watching Dom from afar. When filming is complete, they’ll go their separate ways. As painful as it is, it’s just that simple. All Billy can do now is watch and wait.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” Dom asks sternly, breaking into Billy’s thoughts and making him flinch in surprise.
“What?”
“You’re sitting back here, all by yourself,” Dom adds, sliding into the booth and settling into the vacant space next to Billy. “Why aren’t you out there, chatting up a bird or dancing?”
“No reason,” Billy replies with a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders.
Averting his eyes, Billy focuses on the tumbler of scotch held between his small hands, lifting it to his lips and taking a sip. The amber liquid burns comfortably down his throat, warming his belly. Holding the glass close to his nose, Billy sniffs, hoping that it will mask the arousing aroma of the man now sitting next to him.
“C’mon, Bills,” Dom presses, resting his chin on Billy’s shoulder, his breath ghosting across Billy’s neck. “Tell me. Tell your Merry what’s wrong.”
“I can't take my eyes off you.”
Staring into his nearly empty glass of scotch, it takes Billy a moment to realize that he’s just spoken aloud. What he’s just confessed to his very best mate, when they have months upon months of filming left. Breath catching in the back of his throat, Billy quickly downs the remainder of his drink, closing his eyes as the alcohol scorches a trail down to his suddenly churning stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, setting his glass down on the table and starting to slip away.
Laying a hand on Billy’s denim clad knee, Dom applies just the slightest amount of pressure, enough to give Billy pause.
“Please don’t,” Dom says softly.
Finally mustering up the courage to meet Dom’s gaze, Billy looks up, his back stiff and unyielding. Preparing himself for whatever is about to come, Billy swallows hard. Better to take the rejection face to face and have it all out in the open.
“Please don’t be sorry, Bills,” Dom repeats. “I’m not.”
Jaw dropping, Billy can only stare in shock as Dom slides across the bench seat, bringing their bodies closer again.
“What?”
“I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since the day we met,” Dom confesses, exhaling a nervous breath.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Billy watches as Dom fits their bodies together, his eyes so open and trusting that it makes Billy’s heart skip a beat. Tentatively, Dom takes Billy’s hand in his, tracing the shape of his fingers and the lines on his small palm.
“I’ve wanted to say something for weeks now, but I didn’t know how,” Dom continues, ducking his head shyly. “I couldn’t stay away from you. Everywhere I went, I just had to be close to you, but I didn’t know what you’d say, so I just let myself dream.”
“Dommie-”
Releasing Billy’s hand, Dom watches his long, elegant fingers slide over Billy’s wristwatch, up his forearm, lightly tracing the muscle of his bicep before slipping across Billy’s shoulder to find the smooth skin of his neck. Eyes darkening with desire, Billy shivers, nervously licking his lower lip as Dom inches closer. Fingers tangling in Billy’s soft ginger hair, Dom lifts his face to Billy’s, his breath uneven as their mouths move steadily towards one another.
“Bills-”
Cupping Dom’s cheek, Billy dips his head the last couple of inches and brings their lips together, with just the lightest of touches at first. Mouths touch and separate, angles shift, and then they come back together again, with more pressure. Craving more, Dom pushes up with a soft moan, drawing Billy’s lower lip into his mouth and nibbling it gently as his fingers stroke the nape of Billy’s neck. Threading his fingers through Dom’s dark blonde hair, Billy groans and pushes back, tongue slipping past Dom’s teeth for an instant and then withdrawing. When Dom whimpers, Billy then takes the pouty lip he’s been fantasizing about between his lips and sucks as his other hand finds its way around Dom’s narrow waist, pulling their bodies together firmly.
Pulling apart, Dom pants for breath for a moment and then dives back in, the tip of his tongue tracing the sensual bow of Billy’s cherubic lips ever so gently. When Billy’s hand slides down Dom’s back to cup a round arse cheek, Dom gasps, giving Billy all the opportunity he needs to slip into the dark, honeyed cavern of Dom’s sweet mouth. Arching up into Billy, Dom moans wantonly, tearing his lips away and offering Billy his throat. Letting his head fall back, Dom sighs with pleasure as Billy’s tongue and teeth feast on the smooth column of his neck. It’s only when the room starts to spin that Dom pulls back, breaking the contact.
Realizing that Dom is now shaking violently, Billy cuddles Dom to his chest, stroking his hair and rubbing his back.
“Are you alright, Dommie?” he whispers, suddenly wondering if there have been any witnesses to what has just occurred.
A quick glance around the pub suggests that nobody has been paying attention to the corner booth for the last few minutes. If anyone was watching, they’re not looking right now.
“Yeah,” Dom replies unsteadily before looking up in Billy’s concerned gaze. “Are you okay?”
“A wee bit dizzy, but good,” Billy says with an intimate smile.
“And us? Are we okay?” Dom asks, eyes filled with uncertainty.
“Never better,” Billy murmurs as he dips his head and captures Dom’s wet mouth in another passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless.
“Let’s get out of here,” Dom gasps against Billy’s rosy lips. “Please?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine. Better than fine. I just want to keep kissing you,” Dom explains, a blush coloring his cheeks. “Without having to worry about being interrupted.”
“Yeah?” Billy asks, body throbbing at the unrestrained desire reflected in Dom’s eyes.
“If you want,” Dom adds shyly.
Slowly, Billy nods, thumb brushing over Dom’s lower lip, smiling when Dom shivers at his touch.
“I definitely want,” Billy says huskily. “Let’s go.”
Sliding out of the booth at the back of the pub, the new couple slips through the crowd quickly, barely taking the time to say goodnight to the rest of the group. They’re eager to escape to a more private location, so they can begin to make up for the time they’ve missed. So caught up in each other, they fail to notice that all of their friends are desperately holding back knowing smiles, having witnessed the entire exchange.
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Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, maybe.
Summary: An ordinary night brings an unexpected conversation.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. As always, my thanks to
frojane for the beta.Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: I was craving some NZ fic, and the Muse was so helpful with ideas that I decided to jot some down. This is one of them. Dedicated to
bite_me_luv, for being such a good friend. *cuddles you*There’s nothing particularly special about this night, unless you count that it’s a Saturday, and that Peter has no filming scheduled for the next day. A single day off to relax and recharge before diving in for another week in the trenches. For most people it’s an average night at the pub. The hobbits and Orli are at the bar, ordering a fresh round of drinks, laughing and comparing stories about their experiences that day.
Sitting back in a corner booth, nursing his tumbler of scotch, Billy watches the room, eyes wandering from person to person, never lingering long enough to attract attention or be accused of staring. Except for one. There is one face that he returns to, over and over again. He’s drawn to it, helpless to resist it. When he’d accepted the role of Pippin, Billy never would’ve guessed that he’d travel half way around the world, only to find his soul mate.
If Billy’d had a year to guess who would be the one to steal his heart, make his blood burn with lust and his body ache with need, the young man taking on the role of Merry wouldn’t have been his first guess. He was the last to arrive, only to bound into the costume trailer with a crooked grin, throwing himself into Billy’s arms with a child’s exuberance, and greeting Billy as though they’ve known each other for years. Dominic. Merry. His cousin and best friend.
At first glance, Dom seems wild and crazy, and often hopelessly daft, but in the quieter moments, when’s it just the two of them, Billy learns the other side Dom. There is an innocent sweetness there, a part of him that refuses to take on the darkness of the world. It doesn’t take Billy long to discover that under that bright and cheerful exterior, lies a soul so loving and caring that it almost hurts.
Billy can’t put his finger on the moment when he started to fall for Dom, all he knows is that one day he was. In love, that is. On the other side of the world, struggling to wrap his mind around a part in a production of epic proportions, and what does he do? He falls for his best mate. It doesn’t help that Dom is the most tactile person he’s ever met. For all of Dom’s years in school, he obviously never learned the phrase ‘personal space,’ as he’s constantly in Billy’s. Pressed close to keep warm when the winds pick up on the hills, or slinging his arm around Billy’s shoulders when they’re at the pub, it seems that they’re always touching in some way or another.
Of course, Billy has tried not to notice that he fits perfectly under Dom’s arm, as though he was made to be there. He tries not to take pleasure in the fact that nobody else fits into Dom’s side like he does. It pleases him greatly when Dom seems to find his way to Billy’s side, no matter where they are or what they’re doing. A part of Billy likes to think that Dom misses him as much as he misses Dom when they’re not together, that he, too, craves that connection. It’s a ridiculous fantasy, but Billy can’t make himself give it up. There’s no chance that it’ll ever be, so why not hold tight to a dream that makes him happy?
This has been going on week after week, and it’s not getting any better or easier to handle. Every single day Billy falls a little further, getting lost in the beautiful blue-grey eyes of the German-born Brit. How does one go about telling a best mate that you imagine how they look naked, or that you keep losing time, staring at the pouty curve of a sensual, lower lip? It doesn’t seem to matter if Dom is made up as Merry or not. It’s worse when they’re getting in and out of costume, because Billy gets to watch Dom struggle with the hated fat suit, the result of his lean, gorgeous body refusing to plump up like Peter wanted.
Prosthetics in the morning is the worst, Dom stumbling into the Feet trailer at five in the morning with his hair tousled about and standing up in a dozen different directions. Dom always looks like he’s spent the night rolling about the sheets, indulging in magnificent, wanton pleasure. The sight makes heat pool, low in Billy’s belly, wanting to be the one Dom shares his bed with. Many a night, Billy’s awoken and needed to change his boxers, thanks to yet another vivid, erotic dream of Dom, their lips coming together in wild, hungry kisses and bare skin pressed tight, craving closer contact.
There’s no other way to describe it, no way to gloss over it. Billy is fucked. Well and truly fucked. For the next year and some months, he’ll have to settle for watching Dom from afar. When filming is complete, they’ll go their separate ways. As painful as it is, it’s just that simple. All Billy can do now is watch and wait.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” Dom asks sternly, breaking into Billy’s thoughts and making him flinch in surprise.
“What?”
“You’re sitting back here, all by yourself,” Dom adds, sliding into the booth and settling into the vacant space next to Billy. “Why aren’t you out there, chatting up a bird or dancing?”
“No reason,” Billy replies with a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders.
Averting his eyes, Billy focuses on the tumbler of scotch held between his small hands, lifting it to his lips and taking a sip. The amber liquid burns comfortably down his throat, warming his belly. Holding the glass close to his nose, Billy sniffs, hoping that it will mask the arousing aroma of the man now sitting next to him.
“C’mon, Bills,” Dom presses, resting his chin on Billy’s shoulder, his breath ghosting across Billy’s neck. “Tell me. Tell your Merry what’s wrong.”
“I can't take my eyes off you.”
Staring into his nearly empty glass of scotch, it takes Billy a moment to realize that he’s just spoken aloud. What he’s just confessed to his very best mate, when they have months upon months of filming left. Breath catching in the back of his throat, Billy quickly downs the remainder of his drink, closing his eyes as the alcohol scorches a trail down to his suddenly churning stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, setting his glass down on the table and starting to slip away.
Laying a hand on Billy’s denim clad knee, Dom applies just the slightest amount of pressure, enough to give Billy pause.
“Please don’t,” Dom says softly.
Finally mustering up the courage to meet Dom’s gaze, Billy looks up, his back stiff and unyielding. Preparing himself for whatever is about to come, Billy swallows hard. Better to take the rejection face to face and have it all out in the open.
“Please don’t be sorry, Bills,” Dom repeats. “I’m not.”
Jaw dropping, Billy can only stare in shock as Dom slides across the bench seat, bringing their bodies closer again.
“What?”
“I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since the day we met,” Dom confesses, exhaling a nervous breath.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Billy watches as Dom fits their bodies together, his eyes so open and trusting that it makes Billy’s heart skip a beat. Tentatively, Dom takes Billy’s hand in his, tracing the shape of his fingers and the lines on his small palm.
“I’ve wanted to say something for weeks now, but I didn’t know how,” Dom continues, ducking his head shyly. “I couldn’t stay away from you. Everywhere I went, I just had to be close to you, but I didn’t know what you’d say, so I just let myself dream.”
“Dommie-”
Releasing Billy’s hand, Dom watches his long, elegant fingers slide over Billy’s wristwatch, up his forearm, lightly tracing the muscle of his bicep before slipping across Billy’s shoulder to find the smooth skin of his neck. Eyes darkening with desire, Billy shivers, nervously licking his lower lip as Dom inches closer. Fingers tangling in Billy’s soft ginger hair, Dom lifts his face to Billy’s, his breath uneven as their mouths move steadily towards one another.
“Bills-”
Cupping Dom’s cheek, Billy dips his head the last couple of inches and brings their lips together, with just the lightest of touches at first. Mouths touch and separate, angles shift, and then they come back together again, with more pressure. Craving more, Dom pushes up with a soft moan, drawing Billy’s lower lip into his mouth and nibbling it gently as his fingers stroke the nape of Billy’s neck. Threading his fingers through Dom’s dark blonde hair, Billy groans and pushes back, tongue slipping past Dom’s teeth for an instant and then withdrawing. When Dom whimpers, Billy then takes the pouty lip he’s been fantasizing about between his lips and sucks as his other hand finds its way around Dom’s narrow waist, pulling their bodies together firmly.
Pulling apart, Dom pants for breath for a moment and then dives back in, the tip of his tongue tracing the sensual bow of Billy’s cherubic lips ever so gently. When Billy’s hand slides down Dom’s back to cup a round arse cheek, Dom gasps, giving Billy all the opportunity he needs to slip into the dark, honeyed cavern of Dom’s sweet mouth. Arching up into Billy, Dom moans wantonly, tearing his lips away and offering Billy his throat. Letting his head fall back, Dom sighs with pleasure as Billy’s tongue and teeth feast on the smooth column of his neck. It’s only when the room starts to spin that Dom pulls back, breaking the contact.
Realizing that Dom is now shaking violently, Billy cuddles Dom to his chest, stroking his hair and rubbing his back.
“Are you alright, Dommie?” he whispers, suddenly wondering if there have been any witnesses to what has just occurred.
A quick glance around the pub suggests that nobody has been paying attention to the corner booth for the last few minutes. If anyone was watching, they’re not looking right now.
“Yeah,” Dom replies unsteadily before looking up in Billy’s concerned gaze. “Are you okay?”
“A wee bit dizzy, but good,” Billy says with an intimate smile.
“And us? Are we okay?” Dom asks, eyes filled with uncertainty.
“Never better,” Billy murmurs as he dips his head and captures Dom’s wet mouth in another passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless.
“Let’s get out of here,” Dom gasps against Billy’s rosy lips. “Please?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine. Better than fine. I just want to keep kissing you,” Dom explains, a blush coloring his cheeks. “Without having to worry about being interrupted.”
“Yeah?” Billy asks, body throbbing at the unrestrained desire reflected in Dom’s eyes.
“If you want,” Dom adds shyly.
Slowly, Billy nods, thumb brushing over Dom’s lower lip, smiling when Dom shivers at his touch.
“I definitely want,” Billy says huskily. “Let’s go.”
Sliding out of the booth at the back of the pub, the new couple slips through the crowd quickly, barely taking the time to say goodnight to the rest of the group. They’re eager to escape to a more private location, so they can begin to make up for the time they’ve missed. So caught up in each other, they fail to notice that all of their friends are desperately holding back knowing smiles, having witnessed the entire exchange.
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Happy you enjoyed.
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Thanks so much.
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When he’d accepted the role of Pippin, Billy never would’ve guessed that he’d travel half way around the world, only to find his soul mate. That's why I refuse to believe in coincidence.
And if this: he obviously never learned the phrase ‘personal space,’ as he’s constantly in Billy’s doesn't make you feel uncomfortable, but quite the contrary.. that's a sign ;)
Thank you for this one, hon, and: gladly :) *snuggles*
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I'm so happy you liked it. *snuggles you back*
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Thank you. Happy that you enjoyed.
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Thank you very much. :)
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Thank you. :)
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*gives you and your muse each a cookie*
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Thank you, hon. Yay for adorable and cuddlesome. I was feeling the need for it.
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*cuddles you*
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Thanks hon. I have a soft spot for NZ fic. Happy that you liked it.
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OMG, that was sooo cute. Sooo fucking frickin' bloody cute.
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Happy that you enjoyed.
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*glomps you*
OK, so can we have some more? Cause we gotta see where they go from there, right?
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I'm not sure I've ever been glomped before. Hee. Thank you.
I'm very tickled that you enjoyed.
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Aw... that was really sweet :).
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Happy that you enjoyed. :)
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I really loved the beginning with Billy musing over Dom. I love how his mind jumps from one aspect of Dom to the next that he loves. And the accidental confession was great. Thank God for alcohol loosening Billy's tongue and getting them together! Hee!
I love it when Dom blushes and is slightly vunrable or embarassed. Basically anytime you humanize him. Because a lot of the time, in the tabs and the such like he doesn't come off that way especially when he is with Evi *grumbles*) *cough* and I like how you write him as the Dom that we know and love, hopefully the one that still exists and hasn't gone all 'Hollywood'.
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I love it when the filter between brain and mouth doesn't work, but not when it happens to me. Eeep.
I've got a soft spot for vulnerable!Dom, because that's how I see him. I think that's a big part of what makes him special, and what Billy wants to protect, not let annoyone or anything - like Hollywood - take that away from him.
So pleased that you enjoyed. I really like writing this one, and I love the way they kiss. Hee.