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georgia-mason.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Feb. 28th, 2006 07:49 pm)Title: A Brutal Kind Of Love (4/?)
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Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: NC17 (be gentle with me, i'm petrified bout posting this! can't write smut to save my life.)
Summary: The beginning of the end?
Notes: I'm absoutely dire at writing sexual scenes but this is my attempt. Don't throw things at me, I'm only 5"1. Unbeta'd and I'm sorry i can't spell.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Author:
georgia_masonPairing: Monaboyd
Rating: NC17 (be gentle with me, i'm petrified bout posting this! can't write smut to save my life.)
Summary: The beginning of the end?
Notes: I'm absoutely dire at writing sexual scenes but this is my attempt. Don't throw things at me, I'm only 5"1. Unbeta'd and I'm sorry i can't spell.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
The air is sticky with something bordering on breaking point and it makes Billy feel sick. Dom is like some mercenary sent to destroy Billy, "Do you remember that stupid drunken message you left me?" Billy turns his head away and winces as if Dom's burned him. He makes no reply but Dom presses on, "Well, I do. I remember how you tried to outdo me. You even lowered yourself to the level of telling me it disgusts you to think of our intimacy. The body I gave to you freely. You probably thought that one got to me but you know what I did when I read that?...I laughed Billy. It was fairly easy to see the funny side when all I had to do was remember how you used to moan like a whore."
Everything feels as if its stepped up a gear, they can both feel it. Doms crossing lines he shouldn't have crossed like some Coldplay song that Billy can't remember. There's a hate here borne of some undying love that Billy wishes he could remember more than the song. Then he reminds himself that he's trying to forget that love. He can't. Its coupled with the hate that Doms words extract from him. Billy wants Dom to keep talking, though. He wants him to dig a bigger hole for himself. That would justify what Billy wants to do to him right now so he doesn't speak, just lets Dom dig.
"Have you gone deaf and dumb, Billy? I just told you, you used to moan like a whore! I remember now, 'Oh Dommie, yeah, right there.' Do you remember? It's really amazing though and all props to ya, you managed to keep your hetrosexuality in tact. Well done on that." Dom is completely unnerved by the way that Billy still won't reply. He needs to spar with him. Needs it to come out in vitriol even though he means none of it. He keeps his fear in check though. One of these days, this boy is going to win an Oscar. It's going too far and yet not far enough so he opts for the dirty trick. The secret weapon. Ali. "Did you make Ali fuck you with a Dildo when you were together? I'm just trying to work out how you made do without." And....snap.
Billy is a small man. Small in stature but he's Glaswegian and that cancels the height out. The way he stalks towards Dom in three easy steps makes him seem like a giant. Even when looking up at Dom, he still seems to tower over him. Or at least that is how Dom feels. "Say that again," he demands firmly in that creepy calm tone thats almost mocking Dom.
"No." is Dom's only reply and it's almost a challenge. Like he's saying, 'Make Me.' Billy's face is suddenly only about two inches from Dom's and he repeats, "Say.That.Again." Dom's eyes are defiant but he doesn't reply. The truth is, he's gone too far. He's been too childish. The worst of it for him is that he knows Billy can see him try to feign bravery. He sees him try to be the bigger lad on the playground. Trouble with that is, Billy's somewhat of an expert when it comes to dealing with lads bigger than him. It's simple, when the big boys want to play rough, the small boys just play rougher. Survival tactics.
And Dom's 'Catch 22' now because if he stays silent Billy will throw him out. If he snipes back, Billy will lamp him and then throw him out. But he's travelled half way across the world and he reasons that Billy's touch is worth the air fare even if it does come in the form of another punch to the gut. "Do you know what your trouble really is Billy? It's that I can give you something that no one else can ever or will ever give you." Billy licks his lips threateningly, his jade green eyes sparkle and he challenges, "Oh yeah? What's that then Dominic?" The good old, full name. Works like a charm. "I give you the absolute right to be my little slut."
And with that Billy's sharp knuckles thwack against Dom's mouth hard causing his lips to bang painfully against his teeth. The copper tang of blood from his lower lip is warm as it seeps down his mouth and chin. Charlie Pace is going to have ALOT to answer for in a couple of weeks. Dom's brain ceases to function now. Rational thoughts genuinely refuse to process. There is only anger and adrenaline now as he lunges forward, tackling Billy to the floor.
They roll around awkwardly, trying to gain control over the other until Dom manages a sneaky knee into Billys abdomen causing the smaller man to 'oof' his way onto his back. Dom straddles him and some of his blood drips onto Billys sweatshirt. His blue eyes are screaming steel now.
"How does that feel Billy?! Eh?! Feel good, does it?!" He grabs a fistful of Billy's top and shakes him violently in time with his words, "Does it feel good to have the man you love knock the air out of you?! Does it feel good to make the man you love bleed?! Does it feel good to make the man who loves YOU feel like he's dying without you?! Hmm?! Answer me!" And the tears are freeflowing now but this is not a scene. There is no director, no camerman and the only grip is the one that Dom has on Billys shirt. "I remember every touch," Billy says quietly. His lip is quivering and his chest is heaving in an uneven rhythm for the sobs.
"What did you say?" asks Dom, even though he heard Billy perfectly. "Every caress..." replies Billy, ignoring the question. Dom lets it all out, crying violently with Billy in his shaky hold. Their eyes are burning holes in each other with all the anger and love they can summon.
"And I'm a liar, Dom. I'm a liar because it doesn't disgust me. It warms me. But I hate that. I have to hate it because it's devouring me entirely. It's the one thing I want, the one thing I had and the one thing I can't have now without losing the rest of me!" That's Billy Boyd bleeding. Just like he made Dom bleed. There's always retribution.
Dom lets go of Billy's shirt and abruptly stops crying. His heart is giving him, what feels like, a physical pain and he wonders if he's going to suffer a coronary from all of this. Then he reminds himself, no, thats love. Just love. Nothing to worry about.
"Billy, we are going to make love now and then I'm going to walk away," Dom announces as his fingers run over Billy's soft cherubic lips. "I know," replies Billy as he moves his hands up Doms shirt to the familiar warmth of his lovers velvet skin. "I know," he repeats and then Dom's bloody, swollen lips are between his own. It's not a brutal kiss. There has been too much brutality already. The kiss is sure and desperate and claiming. It's full wetness gathers causing their lips to slide easily against each other, suckling. Their heads move from side to side, going from fast to slow as they taste what they want to taste. Their arousal is inevitable and Billy doesn't want to dither about the point, there isn't time now. "You know where it is Dommie. Go get it please." Dom nods.
Dom returns with the lube to find Billy completely naked and spread out before him. It's a bold move for Billy and even bolder still as he pleasures himself before Dom. Dom soaks in the sight and knows that he will remember it completely for the rest of his life. "You going to stand there all night, gawping? It's not pay per view you know. You want me for the last time, then come to me." Billy orders angrily. Dom pads over slowly and discards the few garments remaining no the way. He straddles Billy unceremoniously. No need for pissing about with pleasantries now. He wastes no time in plundering Billy's mouth with his tongue and its almost violent as is Billys abrupt thrusting of his erection to Doms. Then they pull away for a second and look at each other to silently say, 'Make it right, make it good for old times sake.' They don't speak the words but Billy and Dom always had a telepathy.
Dom kisses Billys cheek, neck and chest affectionately. Knowingly. He licks the warm shell of Billys ear, causing Billy to shudder and then leans in to whisper, "I know it's been a while, I'll be gentle if you want. I'll fuck you into oblivion if you want. It's your call." And Billy always adored feeling Doms lips move against his senstive ears when he would whisper clandestine words of love and devotion, sex and secrets. He chuckles and Dom isn't prepared for that as he leans over to grab the lube from where he'd dropped it. He doesn't ask, just tilts his head at Billy giving him a funny, baffled look. Billy's explanation is blunt, "Well, Dommie, the sentiment is appreciated but I won't be needing prep or taking care of." Dom inhales a breath to protest until Billy brings a single finger to his lips, shakes his head and says, "Ride me."
Doms mind and body overflow with lust and confusion, all at once. Billy's never been inside him because, quite simply, Billy had never wanted to. And whatever Billy wanted, Billy got because he was the novice and Dom always felt responsible for him. But its ironic that they should do this now, for the first time. The end of a beginning and the beginning of the end. It's Billys parting gift. He knows it. "You've....you've never asked for that before," he replies. "I'm not asking now either," Billy states and thats what Dom had always been waiting for. For Billy to take the inititive, for Billy to get a little bolder. Why now?!, his mind is screaming. Why not when they were at their height together?! Why now when it doesn't matter anymore? But, he thinks, it isn't over til it's over and they've still got time to make it matter.
He nods slowly, kisses Billy's lips and neck, "Do you want to prep me or shall I do it?" He doesn't really care what the answer is. Billy strokes his face and says, "I want to watch you do it. I want alot of things right now." Dom can only nod, words have escaped him in a haze of lust, sadness, anger, love. He leans back, away from Billy, plants his feet firmly on the ground and puts the show on for Billy. Give's his seduction and want right over to him. The prep hurts, the stretch is burning. He hasn't been fucked in a very long time but he's also never had the luxury of seeing his partners face, during the act. He's always wanted that kind of intimacy. Thank god, it's Billy thats going to give it to him, he thinks. So many firsts at the end of all things. And there's a cliché.
Billy hasn't touched himself during Dom's little performance and that's a good sign. He hadn't wanted feel too much, too soon. The proud erection straining at his belly was all the proof Dom needed that Billy had appreciated it. He straddles Billy once again and takes the lube once more. He torturously rubs some up and down Billy's shaft and Billy gasps."No, please," he stills Doms hand, "Let me do it. It feels too good when you do it." He smiles weakly at Dom and takes care of himself. Dom strokes his hair lovingly, leans over and whispers in his ear, "I have never met anyone as beautiful as you."
And Billy doesn't want to hear that. Not now. Not when he's angry and horny and heartbroken. But he has and the love he feels for Dom in that moment, consumes him for the millionth time. He takes Doms hips gently and says, "Lift up so that I can make love to you. Christ, I need to make love now."
Dom hears it all, the need beneath the other need and complies. When he slides down over Billy's hardness there is heat and pressure and a slight sting. It's all distant compared to the sound of Billy's gasps and the sight of Billy's pulse quickening in his prominent neck veins. There are hisses of pleasure and gasps once again when he settles himself fully onto Billy's lap. It's new and undiscovered. It's the most erotic moment for both ot them, with anyone.
Dom leans his head against Billys chest for a minute, breathing and says, "Just give me a second." Billy nods and gently strokes Doms hair. He thinks it's because Dom needs a moment to adjust as he so often does himself but Dom just wants to bask it this. The feeling, the fullness of Billy. He thinks they have never been so close and maybe never so far apart. He can't believe this is the last time. He stops himself from crying all the same.
Dom lifts up once and Billy feels the movement like electricity at the base of his spine. When Dom descends again, the sweat is already gathering between them. They develop a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. The rest of the world has ceased to exist, there is only this room, in this house and these sounds in all of the universe. Their kisses, their bodies, their breaths all move in sync with each other. They just fit.
Billy feels Dom change the angle a bit and knows he's aiming for a something so he moves with him, accomodating him. Dom is right on target and Billy can't help but encourage him so he uses Doms favourite kink, "That's it. That's it, good lad. Right there, yeah?" And Dom just melts and lets the words echo in his mind, 'Good lad,' he tells himself he's a kinky fucker and that Billy's just as much a kinky fucker as to use the phrase. It's worked too well, "I need it a bit harder. Jesus...a bit faster yeah? Okay Bills?" And Billy's thanking a hundred deities now because it's too intense, "Yeah. God, I need to thrust up so badly Dom."
And it's frantic, moaning sex. Billy's hand comes between them to relieve Dom hard and fast. "Come on baby, let go now. It's time to let go." Dom knows he's talking about more than a climax but Billy's voice is sinful. He's gasping and crying, spilling over Billy's hand and Billy's crooning away gently, "That's it. Yeah. There we go." The strength of Doms orgasm makes his body convulse. When he regains his senses he feels safe.
Immediately they find themselves spilling over the carpet, Dom on his back allowing Billy to pound into him as his legs tighten around Billy's waist. His words are in sync with the thrusts, he tries to make them mean something, "I love you so fucking much. I'm so fucking sorry. So fucking sorry." And as Billy's warmth fills him in three hard thrusts, they sob into each others embrace. They're both breathing heavily, exhausted and destroyed.
As Dom buttons up and makes his way to leave, he decides not to say "Goodbye." Instead he says, "I'll send for the rest of my things." Billy calls out to him and says, "Want to hear a joke?" At first Dom thinks this might be some cruel comment coming his way but he trusts Billy's tone. "I'm all ears," he replies, without turning. Billy says, "A gay man is in a bar, on all fours, trying to pick up some money he dropped. A big bouncer says, "Move lad, or you'll get a foot up your arse." The gay man looks around and says, 'I think your bragging but I'm game if you are.'"
Dom doesn't laugh, just replies, "Only a straight man would find that funny." Billy scoffs very sadly and says, "Do I look like I'm laughing?"
And Dom doesn't move to walk out because although he can't see Billy, he certainly doesn't sound like he's laughing.
Everything feels as if its stepped up a gear, they can both feel it. Doms crossing lines he shouldn't have crossed like some Coldplay song that Billy can't remember. There's a hate here borne of some undying love that Billy wishes he could remember more than the song. Then he reminds himself that he's trying to forget that love. He can't. Its coupled with the hate that Doms words extract from him. Billy wants Dom to keep talking, though. He wants him to dig a bigger hole for himself. That would justify what Billy wants to do to him right now so he doesn't speak, just lets Dom dig.
"Have you gone deaf and dumb, Billy? I just told you, you used to moan like a whore! I remember now, 'Oh Dommie, yeah, right there.' Do you remember? It's really amazing though and all props to ya, you managed to keep your hetrosexuality in tact. Well done on that." Dom is completely unnerved by the way that Billy still won't reply. He needs to spar with him. Needs it to come out in vitriol even though he means none of it. He keeps his fear in check though. One of these days, this boy is going to win an Oscar. It's going too far and yet not far enough so he opts for the dirty trick. The secret weapon. Ali. "Did you make Ali fuck you with a Dildo when you were together? I'm just trying to work out how you made do without." And....snap.
Billy is a small man. Small in stature but he's Glaswegian and that cancels the height out. The way he stalks towards Dom in three easy steps makes him seem like a giant. Even when looking up at Dom, he still seems to tower over him. Or at least that is how Dom feels. "Say that again," he demands firmly in that creepy calm tone thats almost mocking Dom.
"No." is Dom's only reply and it's almost a challenge. Like he's saying, 'Make Me.' Billy's face is suddenly only about two inches from Dom's and he repeats, "Say.That.Again." Dom's eyes are defiant but he doesn't reply. The truth is, he's gone too far. He's been too childish. The worst of it for him is that he knows Billy can see him try to feign bravery. He sees him try to be the bigger lad on the playground. Trouble with that is, Billy's somewhat of an expert when it comes to dealing with lads bigger than him. It's simple, when the big boys want to play rough, the small boys just play rougher. Survival tactics.
And Dom's 'Catch 22' now because if he stays silent Billy will throw him out. If he snipes back, Billy will lamp him and then throw him out. But he's travelled half way across the world and he reasons that Billy's touch is worth the air fare even if it does come in the form of another punch to the gut. "Do you know what your trouble really is Billy? It's that I can give you something that no one else can ever or will ever give you." Billy licks his lips threateningly, his jade green eyes sparkle and he challenges, "Oh yeah? What's that then Dominic?" The good old, full name. Works like a charm. "I give you the absolute right to be my little slut."
And with that Billy's sharp knuckles thwack against Dom's mouth hard causing his lips to bang painfully against his teeth. The copper tang of blood from his lower lip is warm as it seeps down his mouth and chin. Charlie Pace is going to have ALOT to answer for in a couple of weeks. Dom's brain ceases to function now. Rational thoughts genuinely refuse to process. There is only anger and adrenaline now as he lunges forward, tackling Billy to the floor.
They roll around awkwardly, trying to gain control over the other until Dom manages a sneaky knee into Billys abdomen causing the smaller man to 'oof' his way onto his back. Dom straddles him and some of his blood drips onto Billys sweatshirt. His blue eyes are screaming steel now.
"How does that feel Billy?! Eh?! Feel good, does it?!" He grabs a fistful of Billy's top and shakes him violently in time with his words, "Does it feel good to have the man you love knock the air out of you?! Does it feel good to make the man you love bleed?! Does it feel good to make the man who loves YOU feel like he's dying without you?! Hmm?! Answer me!" And the tears are freeflowing now but this is not a scene. There is no director, no camerman and the only grip is the one that Dom has on Billys shirt. "I remember every touch," Billy says quietly. His lip is quivering and his chest is heaving in an uneven rhythm for the sobs.
"What did you say?" asks Dom, even though he heard Billy perfectly. "Every caress..." replies Billy, ignoring the question. Dom lets it all out, crying violently with Billy in his shaky hold. Their eyes are burning holes in each other with all the anger and love they can summon.
"And I'm a liar, Dom. I'm a liar because it doesn't disgust me. It warms me. But I hate that. I have to hate it because it's devouring me entirely. It's the one thing I want, the one thing I had and the one thing I can't have now without losing the rest of me!" That's Billy Boyd bleeding. Just like he made Dom bleed. There's always retribution.
Dom lets go of Billy's shirt and abruptly stops crying. His heart is giving him, what feels like, a physical pain and he wonders if he's going to suffer a coronary from all of this. Then he reminds himself, no, thats love. Just love. Nothing to worry about.
"Billy, we are going to make love now and then I'm going to walk away," Dom announces as his fingers run over Billy's soft cherubic lips. "I know," replies Billy as he moves his hands up Doms shirt to the familiar warmth of his lovers velvet skin. "I know," he repeats and then Dom's bloody, swollen lips are between his own. It's not a brutal kiss. There has been too much brutality already. The kiss is sure and desperate and claiming. It's full wetness gathers causing their lips to slide easily against each other, suckling. Their heads move from side to side, going from fast to slow as they taste what they want to taste. Their arousal is inevitable and Billy doesn't want to dither about the point, there isn't time now. "You know where it is Dommie. Go get it please." Dom nods.
Dom returns with the lube to find Billy completely naked and spread out before him. It's a bold move for Billy and even bolder still as he pleasures himself before Dom. Dom soaks in the sight and knows that he will remember it completely for the rest of his life. "You going to stand there all night, gawping? It's not pay per view you know. You want me for the last time, then come to me." Billy orders angrily. Dom pads over slowly and discards the few garments remaining no the way. He straddles Billy unceremoniously. No need for pissing about with pleasantries now. He wastes no time in plundering Billy's mouth with his tongue and its almost violent as is Billys abrupt thrusting of his erection to Doms. Then they pull away for a second and look at each other to silently say, 'Make it right, make it good for old times sake.' They don't speak the words but Billy and Dom always had a telepathy.
Dom kisses Billys cheek, neck and chest affectionately. Knowingly. He licks the warm shell of Billys ear, causing Billy to shudder and then leans in to whisper, "I know it's been a while, I'll be gentle if you want. I'll fuck you into oblivion if you want. It's your call." And Billy always adored feeling Doms lips move against his senstive ears when he would whisper clandestine words of love and devotion, sex and secrets. He chuckles and Dom isn't prepared for that as he leans over to grab the lube from where he'd dropped it. He doesn't ask, just tilts his head at Billy giving him a funny, baffled look. Billy's explanation is blunt, "Well, Dommie, the sentiment is appreciated but I won't be needing prep or taking care of." Dom inhales a breath to protest until Billy brings a single finger to his lips, shakes his head and says, "Ride me."
Doms mind and body overflow with lust and confusion, all at once. Billy's never been inside him because, quite simply, Billy had never wanted to. And whatever Billy wanted, Billy got because he was the novice and Dom always felt responsible for him. But its ironic that they should do this now, for the first time. The end of a beginning and the beginning of the end. It's Billys parting gift. He knows it. "You've....you've never asked for that before," he replies. "I'm not asking now either," Billy states and thats what Dom had always been waiting for. For Billy to take the inititive, for Billy to get a little bolder. Why now?!, his mind is screaming. Why not when they were at their height together?! Why now when it doesn't matter anymore? But, he thinks, it isn't over til it's over and they've still got time to make it matter.
He nods slowly, kisses Billy's lips and neck, "Do you want to prep me or shall I do it?" He doesn't really care what the answer is. Billy strokes his face and says, "I want to watch you do it. I want alot of things right now." Dom can only nod, words have escaped him in a haze of lust, sadness, anger, love. He leans back, away from Billy, plants his feet firmly on the ground and puts the show on for Billy. Give's his seduction and want right over to him. The prep hurts, the stretch is burning. He hasn't been fucked in a very long time but he's also never had the luxury of seeing his partners face, during the act. He's always wanted that kind of intimacy. Thank god, it's Billy thats going to give it to him, he thinks. So many firsts at the end of all things. And there's a cliché.
Billy hasn't touched himself during Dom's little performance and that's a good sign. He hadn't wanted feel too much, too soon. The proud erection straining at his belly was all the proof Dom needed that Billy had appreciated it. He straddles Billy once again and takes the lube once more. He torturously rubs some up and down Billy's shaft and Billy gasps."No, please," he stills Doms hand, "Let me do it. It feels too good when you do it." He smiles weakly at Dom and takes care of himself. Dom strokes his hair lovingly, leans over and whispers in his ear, "I have never met anyone as beautiful as you."
And Billy doesn't want to hear that. Not now. Not when he's angry and horny and heartbroken. But he has and the love he feels for Dom in that moment, consumes him for the millionth time. He takes Doms hips gently and says, "Lift up so that I can make love to you. Christ, I need to make love now."
Dom hears it all, the need beneath the other need and complies. When he slides down over Billy's hardness there is heat and pressure and a slight sting. It's all distant compared to the sound of Billy's gasps and the sight of Billy's pulse quickening in his prominent neck veins. There are hisses of pleasure and gasps once again when he settles himself fully onto Billy's lap. It's new and undiscovered. It's the most erotic moment for both ot them, with anyone.
Dom leans his head against Billys chest for a minute, breathing and says, "Just give me a second." Billy nods and gently strokes Doms hair. He thinks it's because Dom needs a moment to adjust as he so often does himself but Dom just wants to bask it this. The feeling, the fullness of Billy. He thinks they have never been so close and maybe never so far apart. He can't believe this is the last time. He stops himself from crying all the same.
Dom lifts up once and Billy feels the movement like electricity at the base of his spine. When Dom descends again, the sweat is already gathering between them. They develop a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. The rest of the world has ceased to exist, there is only this room, in this house and these sounds in all of the universe. Their kisses, their bodies, their breaths all move in sync with each other. They just fit.
Billy feels Dom change the angle a bit and knows he's aiming for a something so he moves with him, accomodating him. Dom is right on target and Billy can't help but encourage him so he uses Doms favourite kink, "That's it. That's it, good lad. Right there, yeah?" And Dom just melts and lets the words echo in his mind, 'Good lad,' he tells himself he's a kinky fucker and that Billy's just as much a kinky fucker as to use the phrase. It's worked too well, "I need it a bit harder. Jesus...a bit faster yeah? Okay Bills?" And Billy's thanking a hundred deities now because it's too intense, "Yeah. God, I need to thrust up so badly Dom."
And it's frantic, moaning sex. Billy's hand comes between them to relieve Dom hard and fast. "Come on baby, let go now. It's time to let go." Dom knows he's talking about more than a climax but Billy's voice is sinful. He's gasping and crying, spilling over Billy's hand and Billy's crooning away gently, "That's it. Yeah. There we go." The strength of Doms orgasm makes his body convulse. When he regains his senses he feels safe.
Immediately they find themselves spilling over the carpet, Dom on his back allowing Billy to pound into him as his legs tighten around Billy's waist. His words are in sync with the thrusts, he tries to make them mean something, "I love you so fucking much. I'm so fucking sorry. So fucking sorry." And as Billy's warmth fills him in three hard thrusts, they sob into each others embrace. They're both breathing heavily, exhausted and destroyed.
As Dom buttons up and makes his way to leave, he decides not to say "Goodbye." Instead he says, "I'll send for the rest of my things." Billy calls out to him and says, "Want to hear a joke?" At first Dom thinks this might be some cruel comment coming his way but he trusts Billy's tone. "I'm all ears," he replies, without turning. Billy says, "A gay man is in a bar, on all fours, trying to pick up some money he dropped. A big bouncer says, "Move lad, or you'll get a foot up your arse." The gay man looks around and says, 'I think your bragging but I'm game if you are.'"
Dom doesn't laugh, just replies, "Only a straight man would find that funny." Billy scoffs very sadly and says, "Do I look like I'm laughing?"
And Dom doesn't move to walk out because although he can't see Billy, he certainly doesn't sound like he's laughing.
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That was so intense and sad and I think it broke my heart! That whole thing was just amazing and sad and wonderful and the ending was perfect, really really perfect! Even though I dont think I can wait for more of it now, I need to no whats going to happen to them.
I really am in love with this fic and I love you for writting it, its just ... gah, I cant even express how much I love this!
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Would you mind terribly if I friended you? I feel a profound love for you just at the minute! :)
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Of course you can friend me! I was gonna ask you the same! :)
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You just wouldn't believe how nervous I was about posting this, to me it's such an intimate thing to put out there to the masses. I'm relieved you enjoyed! *goes off to Friend you*
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I cant believe you were nervous about this! It truly is wonderful, heartbreakingly sad but wonderful. You handled it really well! I really do love this series as I keep saying! lol.
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You rock XD
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So fucking beautiful. Really.
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Billy needs to establish his identity and I still don't think there CAN be a happily ever after, although I'm trying desperately to find some middle ground. Thanks again!
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It's the one thing I want, the one thing I had and the one thing I can't have now without losing the rest of me!" That's Billy Boyd bleeding. Just like he made Dom bleed. There's always retribution.
And I have to quit quoting now cause there was something in almost every paragraph that got me. I know I keep saying it but I really love this. This chapter was intense and beautiful. More fight (yes!) but sex. Guh.
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I'm so happy you're enjoying this:) *returns big sloppy kiss and includes a hug*
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Thanks for reading! Your little dance, rocks! lol.
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(and your spelling isn't that bad, but you might want to work on your apostrophes in your possesive words and contractions - *G*)
Damn - I can't leave you with no examples, though... of course, there's the last line. And this:
"And Dom's 'Catch 22' now because if he stays silent Billy will throw him out. If he snipes back, Billy will lamp him and then throw him out. But he's travelled half way across the world and he reasons that Billy's touch is worth the air fare even if it does come in the form of another punch to the gut. " From "Billy's" on - well it really does punch you in the gut to read that.
Or, on Billy's side: "And I'm a liar, Dom. I'm a liar because it doesn't disgust me. It warms me. But I hate that. I have to hate it because it's devouring me entirely. It's the one thing I want, the one thing I had and the one thing I can't have now without losing the rest of me!" That's Billy Boyd bleeding.
Everything that's been keeping them apart, all wrapped up with another punch to the gut. Wow.
And this - reminds me of BrokeBack Mountain, and how some people don't quite understand what's going on in that first sex scene: "Dom's brain ceases to function now. Rational thoughts genuinely refuse to process. There is only anger and adrenaline now as he lunges forward, tackling Billy to the floor. "
I was a little worried about this series at first, because I couldn't quite understand where Billy and Dom were each coming from... but this part cleared it all up.
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Actually, you've brought up a good point about not knowing where Billy and Dom are coming from because they don't really know either. They fell into this thing and it completely overwhelmed them.
I think maybe I should give some backround story, yeah? Should I maybe post a chapter revolving around their first time? *deliberates in a quiet Billy way*
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Thanks so much for reading and supporting again.
Teehee. I'm profoundly delighted you found the sex hot! "I had to stop reading halfway through it to do morning surgery and I was extremely hot and bothered(if only they knew!)" *falls off chair laughing* Classic!