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lavitanuova.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 31st, 2006 01:06 pm)Passing Notes, 2/10
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lavitanuova/dizzydame (same person)
PG this chapter, up to NC-17 total
Notes: High school au! Oh yeah, bring on the cheesy teenage angst. Formaverick0324, who requested so. Total chapter number subject to change. I am writing in advance, so I do know that it will be at least ten, but I can't promise not to go over.
*
What is Billy doing right now?
This was the key phrase of Dom’s evening.
I wonder if Billy’s holding her hand.
Billy always complained about people holding hands in public. He thought it was silly, and when Dom tried to grab his hand, he made a joke about Dom’s hands being too sweaty and something about Dom smelling like a pig.
I wonder if she’ll laugh at his trumpet joke.
She better, Dom thought. Because that was Billy’s favourite joke, and Billy thought it was the funniest thing in the world, ever. Then again, if she didn’t laugh at his joke, then Billy might stop liking her.
Okay, it probably wouldn’t happen like that. If she didn’t laugh, Billy would probably just stop telling the joke. And besides that, the joke really was funny, so she’d probably laugh anyway, and Billy would be proud, and like her even more.
I wonder if he’s wearing the green shirt or the black one.
When Billy’d asked, Dom had said the green one. Then he’d taken the piss out of Billy for ringing him up just to ask Dom what he thought he should wear. He’d called him a girl, and told him that his arse didn’t look big in those jeans at all.
Billy had just laughed, and said thanks.
I wonder if he’s going to kiss her.
Dom didn’t even want to think about that one. Mostly because he knew it would happen, but partly because it felt weird to think about Billy snogging anyway. He’d seen Billy snog girls before, plenty of times – at parties and at dances. He’d even seen Billy get in trouble once for snogging a little blonde bird named Daisy during gym class. But this was different than seeing it. This was thinking about it, Billy’s mouth all pressed up wet and close to girls. And it was... weird.
*
At five after eight, the phone rang. Dom was sitting on the sofa watching a comedy rerun with his father and his brother when he heard it. He and Matt both grabbed for it, but Matt beat him. Long arms, the tall bastard. Dom grumbled and glared until his mum hit him on the head and told him to shut it.
“It’s for Dommie-kins,” Matt cooed and threw Dom the phone. Dom glared back, and flipped Matt off when his mum’s back was turned.
He took the phone upstairs, fighting a grin. If Billy was calling this early, then the date must have gone horribly. “Bill?”
”No, but close.” Sean said.
Dom groaned. “I’m hanging up now.”
”No, wait. I was actually calling about Billy!” Sean said.
Dom fought the urge to groan again. “I don’t want to talk about him with you, okay?”
”Yeah, I kind of figured that from the way you give me the cold shoulder every time I mention him to you. But listen, I just wanted to see how you were. I mean, I know you-“
”Sean, just shut the fuck up, all right?” Dom said. He could feel a headache coming on. “It’s not what you think. I’ve told you that a hundred times.”
”I don’t care what it is!” Sean spoke quickly, sensing the proximity of Dom’s index finger to the off button on the phone. “I don’t care if you have a crush on him or if you’re just friends or what.”
”Then why the hell are you calling me and bugging me about it?”
”Because no matter what it was, you’re not happy about it.” Sean said. His voice was a little snappish, a little irritated. “You walked away when he started talking about it yesterday. You looked like you were going to hit something this morning at the field. Face it, you’re kind of transparent, buddy.”
“Thanks for the observation, buddy.” Dom sneered. “Billy and I are just mates, and I don’t care what you think you saw, that’s all there is to it. I’m just worried about him, okay? I think Miranda’s a bitch and she’s going to hurt Billy.”
”You’ve never liked anyone Billy’s dated.”
”So? Maybe he’s just never dated anyone worth anything.”
”This is only their first date. And Miranda seems perfectly nice, to me. I had chemistry with her last year, and she always let me-“
”I don’t care if she let you fucking copy her papers, she’s not-“
”God damnit, Dom! Calm down.”
”No, I won’t fucking calm down.” Dom shouted. “You’re always being nosy, and I’m tired of it. I don’t want to go through this with you. Just stay out of mine and Billy’s business.”
Sean didn’t say anything for long enough that Dom was about to hang up. “Sorry.” He said, and hung up.
*
Two hours and twenty minutes into his Bloody War XII marathon (because there was nothing like losing yourself in a world of savage gore to relieve the tension), Dom’s phone rang again. He lunged across the bed for it, his on-screen character dying a bloody, violent death at the hands of a blood sucking leech of a vampire. “Hello?”
”Dominic,” Billy said. Dom waited, but there was nothing else.
“Yes?” He sat cross-legged on the bed. “So.”
”So.” Billy said. Dom couldn’t read his voice.
“So!” He sighed an exasperated sigh. “How did it go?”
Billy laughed. “Dominic. It went… fucking great.” And now Billy wasn’t unreadable. Now Billy was the opposite of unreadable. Dom felt his heart drop a little. “It was amazing. We spent the whole night talking! The concert was good. We danced a little.”
”You danced?” Dom gaped. “I’ve never seen you dance. You refused to dance the last time I tried to make you, at that concert-”
”That’s different,” Billy laughed. “Sorry, but if you looked half as good as Miranda did in a skirt, I might have given in.”
Oh. Right.
“Well?” Dom said, in a ‘continue, please’ voice.
“So we went to the concert, and then I took her out to eat. We had Italian.” Billy resumed his retelling of the evening.
”And she didn’t get upset when you made her pay?”
“Idiot. No, I paid, and it was good. We finished eating and we went back to the park. She thought she’d left her sweater there, but it turns out it was in my car. But by the time she found it, we were almost back anyway, so we went on a walk. It was great. The moon was out and… and I kissed her. And she kissed me back.”
Dom forced out, “That’s great, mate.”
”Isn’t it? I’m seeing her again Friday.” Billy said, proud.
*
Dom lay in bed that night with his eyes shut and his chest moving in deep, even breaths.
Sure he was jealous of Miranda. He was man enough to admit that. Billy was the only best mate he’d ever had. Orlando and Elijah and the rest, sure, they were all mates. But Billy was the best. Billy was the one he went to with Real things. Important things.
And he was the one Billy came to. When Billy’s parents died, two summers ago, it was Dom’s house that Billy was at every single day. It was Dom’s bed that Billy lay in on those days when he didn’t feel like talking or going anywhere or doing anything. It was Dom’s house he stayed in for the two weeks it took his Gran to move from Leith. Dom didn’t know for sure, but he was pretty positive that he was the only one Billy had cried in front of.
That meant something, right? And was he really so wrong to not want a girl to come between them? It didn’t mean anything. Not like Sean thought it did.
What did Sean know? They didn’t even like him, really. No one did. He was arrogant and a know it all and he pissed them all of. Whatever he’d seen, or thought he’d seen, it was wrong. Sean was wrong.
Dom rolled over onto his side and stared at the clock. He and Billy and Orlando were going to see a movie tomorrow afternoon. At two. It was five past two now. He rolled back over onto his stomach. That was only twelve hours. And he was going to be asleep for probably eight of it. And then he’d take a shower and eat breakfast, and that’d take an hour, probably. So really, only three waking, lucid hours until he got to see Billy.
lavitanuova/dizzydame (same person)PG this chapter, up to NC-17 total
Notes: High school au! Oh yeah, bring on the cheesy teenage angst. For
maverick0324, who requested so. Total chapter number subject to change. I am writing in advance, so I do know that it will be at least ten, but I can't promise not to go over.What is Billy doing right now?
This was the key phrase of Dom’s evening.
I wonder if Billy’s holding her hand.
Billy always complained about people holding hands in public. He thought it was silly, and when Dom tried to grab his hand, he made a joke about Dom’s hands being too sweaty and something about Dom smelling like a pig.
I wonder if she’ll laugh at his trumpet joke.
She better, Dom thought. Because that was Billy’s favourite joke, and Billy thought it was the funniest thing in the world, ever. Then again, if she didn’t laugh at his joke, then Billy might stop liking her.
Okay, it probably wouldn’t happen like that. If she didn’t laugh, Billy would probably just stop telling the joke. And besides that, the joke really was funny, so she’d probably laugh anyway, and Billy would be proud, and like her even more.
I wonder if he’s wearing the green shirt or the black one.
When Billy’d asked, Dom had said the green one. Then he’d taken the piss out of Billy for ringing him up just to ask Dom what he thought he should wear. He’d called him a girl, and told him that his arse didn’t look big in those jeans at all.
Billy had just laughed, and said thanks.
I wonder if he’s going to kiss her.
Dom didn’t even want to think about that one. Mostly because he knew it would happen, but partly because it felt weird to think about Billy snogging anyway. He’d seen Billy snog girls before, plenty of times – at parties and at dances. He’d even seen Billy get in trouble once for snogging a little blonde bird named Daisy during gym class. But this was different than seeing it. This was thinking about it, Billy’s mouth all pressed up wet and close to girls. And it was... weird.
At five after eight, the phone rang. Dom was sitting on the sofa watching a comedy rerun with his father and his brother when he heard it. He and Matt both grabbed for it, but Matt beat him. Long arms, the tall bastard. Dom grumbled and glared until his mum hit him on the head and told him to shut it.
“It’s for Dommie-kins,” Matt cooed and threw Dom the phone. Dom glared back, and flipped Matt off when his mum’s back was turned.
He took the phone upstairs, fighting a grin. If Billy was calling this early, then the date must have gone horribly. “Bill?”
”No, but close.” Sean said.
Dom groaned. “I’m hanging up now.”
”No, wait. I was actually calling about Billy!” Sean said.
Dom fought the urge to groan again. “I don’t want to talk about him with you, okay?”
”Yeah, I kind of figured that from the way you give me the cold shoulder every time I mention him to you. But listen, I just wanted to see how you were. I mean, I know you-“
”Sean, just shut the fuck up, all right?” Dom said. He could feel a headache coming on. “It’s not what you think. I’ve told you that a hundred times.”
”I don’t care what it is!” Sean spoke quickly, sensing the proximity of Dom’s index finger to the off button on the phone. “I don’t care if you have a crush on him or if you’re just friends or what.”
”Then why the hell are you calling me and bugging me about it?”
”Because no matter what it was, you’re not happy about it.” Sean said. His voice was a little snappish, a little irritated. “You walked away when he started talking about it yesterday. You looked like you were going to hit something this morning at the field. Face it, you’re kind of transparent, buddy.”
“Thanks for the observation, buddy.” Dom sneered. “Billy and I are just mates, and I don’t care what you think you saw, that’s all there is to it. I’m just worried about him, okay? I think Miranda’s a bitch and she’s going to hurt Billy.”
”You’ve never liked anyone Billy’s dated.”
”So? Maybe he’s just never dated anyone worth anything.”
”This is only their first date. And Miranda seems perfectly nice, to me. I had chemistry with her last year, and she always let me-“
”I don’t care if she let you fucking copy her papers, she’s not-“
”God damnit, Dom! Calm down.”
”No, I won’t fucking calm down.” Dom shouted. “You’re always being nosy, and I’m tired of it. I don’t want to go through this with you. Just stay out of mine and Billy’s business.”
Sean didn’t say anything for long enough that Dom was about to hang up. “Sorry.” He said, and hung up.
Two hours and twenty minutes into his Bloody War XII marathon (because there was nothing like losing yourself in a world of savage gore to relieve the tension), Dom’s phone rang again. He lunged across the bed for it, his on-screen character dying a bloody, violent death at the hands of a blood sucking leech of a vampire. “Hello?”
”Dominic,” Billy said. Dom waited, but there was nothing else.
“Yes?” He sat cross-legged on the bed. “So.”
”So.” Billy said. Dom couldn’t read his voice.
“So!” He sighed an exasperated sigh. “How did it go?”
Billy laughed. “Dominic. It went… fucking great.” And now Billy wasn’t unreadable. Now Billy was the opposite of unreadable. Dom felt his heart drop a little. “It was amazing. We spent the whole night talking! The concert was good. We danced a little.”
”You danced?” Dom gaped. “I’ve never seen you dance. You refused to dance the last time I tried to make you, at that concert-”
”That’s different,” Billy laughed. “Sorry, but if you looked half as good as Miranda did in a skirt, I might have given in.”
Oh. Right.
“Well?” Dom said, in a ‘continue, please’ voice.
“So we went to the concert, and then I took her out to eat. We had Italian.” Billy resumed his retelling of the evening.
”And she didn’t get upset when you made her pay?”
“Idiot. No, I paid, and it was good. We finished eating and we went back to the park. She thought she’d left her sweater there, but it turns out it was in my car. But by the time she found it, we were almost back anyway, so we went on a walk. It was great. The moon was out and… and I kissed her. And she kissed me back.”
Dom forced out, “That’s great, mate.”
”Isn’t it? I’m seeing her again Friday.” Billy said, proud.
Dom lay in bed that night with his eyes shut and his chest moving in deep, even breaths.
Sure he was jealous of Miranda. He was man enough to admit that. Billy was the only best mate he’d ever had. Orlando and Elijah and the rest, sure, they were all mates. But Billy was the best. Billy was the one he went to with Real things. Important things.
And he was the one Billy came to. When Billy’s parents died, two summers ago, it was Dom’s house that Billy was at every single day. It was Dom’s bed that Billy lay in on those days when he didn’t feel like talking or going anywhere or doing anything. It was Dom’s house he stayed in for the two weeks it took his Gran to move from Leith. Dom didn’t know for sure, but he was pretty positive that he was the only one Billy had cried in front of.
That meant something, right? And was he really so wrong to not want a girl to come between them? It didn’t mean anything. Not like Sean thought it did.
What did Sean know? They didn’t even like him, really. No one did. He was arrogant and a know it all and he pissed them all of. Whatever he’d seen, or thought he’d seen, it was wrong. Sean was wrong.
Dom rolled over onto his side and stared at the clock. He and Billy and Orlando were going to see a movie tomorrow afternoon. At two. It was five past two now. He rolled back over onto his stomach. That was only twelve hours. And he was going to be asleep for probably eight of it. And then he’d take a shower and eat breakfast, and that’d take an hour, probably. So really, only three waking, lucid hours until he got to see Billy.
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(This is really good and fun. It's just I'm kinda drunk and I want porn RIGHT NOW. Sorry.)
:-)
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Three times he'd tiptoed into the loo, hand dripping; thighs cock and balls all smeared with come, though less and less with each orgasm, until morning when he'd woken hard again and rolled over and wanked again, his back covering the stained spot from the previous times. Three times, he'd cursed teenage hormones and his insatiable hunger for this thing that he'd never even had. Three times, he drifted back to sleep plagued by a pretty pink mouth and green eyes... and no, he wouldn't remember this when he woke up, dreaming of Billy's sweet little body underneath his or Billy's mouth on his cock sucking so hard, he wouldn't remember the any of it... but that might be a good thing, after all.
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Wtf put this in the story right now. Now, I say!
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Your little extra paragraph to the story is just WOW :)
I like the whole story as well :)
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Guh.
Fucking guh, actually. And thank you. :-)
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ouch. s'ok. not like i'm not already an emotional wreck today or anything. :eye roll: :grin:
poor baby. trying to figure where he'd fit in Billy's world if this woman came between them.
why do i get the feeling this is gonna get a lot more angsty before it gets settled? :grin: oh, that's right, it's High School. where terror lurks around every corner.
great lastest addition.
k =)
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Yes, it will get a bit more angsty before the happy. What would high school be without drunken encounters, humiliating rejection, and a failed homework assignment or two?
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Though, evil Miranda and her Twirly Skirt of Seduction!! *steals said skirt and twirls in it with Billy*
I love it my dear and I expect to see the pr0n coming to the yard quite soon!
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Mayyyybe.
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