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georgia-mason.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Apr. 4th, 2006 08:32 pm)Title: Hearburn
Author: ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
georgia_mason
Rating: NC17
Summary: Watching Brokeback Mountain together leads the best mates to a weird place. First time.
Notes: For aire_blair
Disclaimer: If this happened, no-one told me. So, it didn't happen.
"Billy? Billy? You here, mate?" Dom bounded down the hallway of Billy's flat like he owned the place. For the all the time he spent there, it may aswell have been his though. At least that's how he felt, in his own way. Under his right arm was a six pack and under his left arm was...lo! and behold...another six pack. Dom always liked to have a balance like that. Good for the karma.
The Tango to his Cash was standing with his back to him as he stood outside Billy's bedroom door. Billy was shirtless and engrossed in Mozarts, "Requiem," which was blasting out of his stereo without apology. Oblivious to Doms presence in his doorway, Billy continued to rub gel through his sandy coloured hair, spiking it up in a way that made him look barely a day over tweleve.
Dom watched the muscles on Billy's back play and move and contract deliciously as he continued to slick up his tresses. Doms stomach flipped and a flush crept up his neck to the tips of his ears. Billy was beautiful.
It was like seeing his best friend for the first time. Toned, glowing, muscular Billy was like the master of Apollo's horses thanks to the New Zealand sunshine.
All of a sudden, Dom had a mental image flash of honey dripping from a wooden spoon. He didn't understand the image but he licked his lips all the same.
"Ahem!" Dom felt it was time he announced his presence.
Billy turned, startled. "Oh! Alright, mate? Fuck. Sorry about the noise." He made his way, barefoot, to the blasting stereo and switched it off. "Ah, you brought alcohol! Good lad, yourself. As my good friend, Homer Simpson Esquire, would say; it's the cause of and solution to all of lifes problems!" He grinned a little grin and continued primping and preening himself.
Dom chuckled and wondered, privately, if a beer or two would solve the ache he now felt. It was dull and faint and sudden and more than a little inconvenient. He set the beer in his left arm down and rubbed at his chest. He thought it might just be a little heartburn. "Your good friend, Homer Simpson Esquire, is probably right! You going out or something...getting all dolled up and such. I can come round tomorrow if it's a bad time. Just, I thought Wednesday night was movie night."
"I'm not dolling myself up, you prick. I just wanted to fix my hair and change my clothes. I'd been for a run and came home smelling rank. Christ, you'd think you would appreciate that I'd like to look nice for you!" Billy's lighthearted joke seemed to go down like a lead balloon, taking in Doms stoney silence. He held Doms gaze as he buttoned up his black shirt. "Eh...you alright, Dom? You seem a wee bit out of sorts."
Dom cleared his throat and lowered his eyes to Billy's green stone. He admired the way it reflected against his pale skin and black shirt. "I'm fine, mate! No, I'm great. I think it's just a bit of indigestion. Nothing a little bit of inebriation won't fix!" He flashed a cheeky grin and laughed, purely to illustrate clearly how fine he was. "I'll put these in the fridge, yeah?"
"Go for it, yeah. I'll be right behind you."
Dom made his way toward Billy's kitchen and began putting the beers in Billy's, as usual, empty fridge. It wasn't any wonder the man was so small, he never bloody cooked for himself! Job done, Dom retired to the front room and opened the box containing the DVD Billy had rented.
The title took him by surprise and he blinked, comically. Dom always looked like an animation of himself when his eyes went wide. Brokeback Mountain.
The gay cowboy film. Yes, that gay cowboy film. And Billy had rented it. Billy Boyd. Manly, blokey, matey Billy.
Attention customers; Dom Monaghans Brain has just left the building.
Billy found him hunched over the coffee table, knees bent, still staring at the DVD. He plomped himself down on his couch in front of Dom. There was an air of nonchalance about him. "Is that one alright? There was fuck all else that we hadn't already seen and I remembered you saying how much you liked 'Donnie Darko,' so...you know...Jake Gyllenhall and what have you. I just picked it up. We can flick through the film channels if it's shite."
Dom took the DVD out of the box and made for the player like a man possessed, shaking his head. "No. No. No. This looks good. I mean...I've been meaning to watch it...Just to see what all the hype is about." He switched on the DVD and sat down next to Billy on the sofa.
Then, something strange happened.
With their heads back against the cushions behind, they faced each other and smiled. Just smiled. Silently.
It was a comfortable, silent moment. Neither knew what the other was thinking but it only lasted a few seconds, so it didn't matter anyway.
"I'll go and get the popcorn and beers, then." Billy's voice was quiet, as if they were in a church or something. Some sacred place that deserved the respect of lowered voices. And he went then. And came bearing snacks.
Billy's smell wafted through the house. New aftershave and soap and hair gel and Billy. The ache in Doms chest had taken a soft, warm journey south and nestled itself firmly between his legs. So, he drew his legs up underneath him, looking like a cross between Buddha and a boy scout around a camp fire. He grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lap but only to balance his beer on. Of course.
The only thing that lay between Billy and Dom on the couch, was the bowl of popcorn. But it had its rightful place there. It was like an anchor. They were both barefoot and comfortable. Night-timey, Dom thought. Billy in his black shirt and Dom in his white sweater. Perfectly balanced. Always. In everything.
Dom had the remote control to lower the lights and close the blinds all at once. All done in a few seconds without having to move an inch! Billy, he realised, had become a lazy bastard since coming into money. Adorable cunt, he thought.
As the film started, all that could be heard was the faint munching and guzzling from Billy and Dom mixed with the Southern twang of Ennis Del Mar and Jack Twist. Billy and Dom stole occasional glances at each other, which was odd for them. Something was simmering underneath the surface. Dom felt like a giddy child who had been given a mystery present, all big and gift wrapped. But that he wasn't allowed to open until Christmas Day.
But I want it nowwwwwwwww!
Neither Billy nor Dom moved an inch when Ennis shagged Jack six ways from Sunday. When Dom heard Jacks strangled, choked admission, "Gun's goin off," he felt his face redden and was glad of the darkness that surrounded him. He heard Billy gulp loudly and knew it wasn't the beer he was swallowing.
After a moment or two, he paused the film. "Do you think you could do a scene like that, Bills?"
Billy didn't turn to look at him. "Could you?" But he countered.
"Well, I'm Bi so it wouldn't be as big a deal for me. No, I meant...I'm just interested whether you, as a straight bloke, could act a scene like that with another bloke. Just curious." Dom knew his voice sounded shy and kind of formal and mentally kicked himself for it.
Billy shifted in his seat and caught Dom's eye, as if meeting a challenge. "You know, Irvine Welsh once said that we're only heterosexual by default, not by decision. He said, it's all just a question of who you fancy."
Dom's brows furrowed and his heart sank. What the fuck? "Yeah. I've seen Trainspotting too but I was talking about acting."
Billy was unflinching. I am Jacks Iron Lung, he thought. "Aye and I'm talking about life. I can act anything, Dom." Billy grabbed the remote and they watched the rest of the film in silence.
When it was over, they let the credits roll until the DVD stopped automatically. The popcorn bowl had long been discarded and they now sat shoulder to shoulder in the dim light, shrouded by an invisible bubble of electricity. But there was a softness in the atmosphere, too.
Dom dropped his head on Billy's warm shoulder and felt Billy's head come to rest against his. He grabbed Billy's hand and entwined their fingers. Billy resisted none of it. Something was giving way.
They sat there for a moment, caressing each others fingers and breathing in each others scent. Dom could feel Billy shaking beside him. When he lifted his head and their eyes locked, Billy looked like a rabbit caught in headlights but one who had accepted his fate. Accepted that there was no way of avoiding the collision.
The impact was sudden, all the same. Dom's lips crashed onto his. They devoured each other with tongues and teeth and soul. They gasped and moaned into each others mouths as hungry as they had ever felt before. They were grabbing and pulling at each other with a subtle violence.
Dom's cock was straining so hard in his jeans, it hurt. Billy's fingers threading through his hair was like a vicious need or an absolute want. He didn't know which. He thrilled at the feeling of Billy's gelled hair through his own fingers.
He leaned his head against Billy's forhead and gasped for air as he undid the buttons of the black shirt. Billy did the same to him and the delicious feeling of warm, bare skin on skin was making his stomach flip and his cock leak.
They kissed again with Billy's fingers fumbling clumsily to free Dom from the confines of his jeans. They broke away then, to strip themselves hurriedly. They looked ridiculous and greedy in that instant.
That made them both laugh until Dom grabbed Billy, pulling him down against him on the couch. All laughter abruptly ceased when their warm, wet cocks touched and gave way to gasps and moans instead.
Everything seemed to slow down then. Things became less urgent and more intimate. Billy's liquid green eyes concentrated hard on Dom's blue ones as he settled himself down between Dom's legs. Dom leaned up and took Billy's bottom lip between his own, sucking and biting. Everything was damp and foggy - their breath, their bodies, their minds.
"It's okay. Move against me. Come on, Billy. God, I need to come." Dom thrust his hips up into Billy's to prove his point and Billy moved then. A slow drag of his hips and cock against Dom's. He hissed and bit his lip, murmuring and gasping, "Fuck. Fuck Fuck. Yeah."
As his space sped up, they developed a steady rhythm. In sync, as always. In everything. Dom wrapped his legs around Billy's waist and Billy fell foward, wedging them together even more. They kissed and rocked back and forth against each other. Delicous fucking friction with Dom moaning unabashedly and Billy gasping.
As Billy neared the edge he bore down on Dom, hard and fast. The couch creaked in protest with every thrust of his hips. Dom pressed his head into Billy's shoulder and moaned something that sounded like, "Aannnghhh," as if in pain, as he came hard against Billy's stomach.
Feeling Dom's warmth against him, Billy followed, spilling warmly between Dom's legs with a choked cry. His cries subsided as he spent himself against his best mate.
The lay together, sweaty and spent for a while with Dom curling his fingers through the hair on the nape of Billy's neck, like a tired child. He chuckled quietly. "You were right Bills, what you said...Well, what Irvine Welsh said...We are only heterosexual by default."
Billy chucked too, nuzzling his face into the crook of Dom's neck. "Aye. Apparently, it's just a matter of who you fancy."
Dom wagered he would never again feel his heart burn quite like this.
The Tango to his Cash was standing with his back to him as he stood outside Billy's bedroom door. Billy was shirtless and engrossed in Mozarts, "Requiem," which was blasting out of his stereo without apology. Oblivious to Doms presence in his doorway, Billy continued to rub gel through his sandy coloured hair, spiking it up in a way that made him look barely a day over tweleve.
Dom watched the muscles on Billy's back play and move and contract deliciously as he continued to slick up his tresses. Doms stomach flipped and a flush crept up his neck to the tips of his ears. Billy was beautiful.
It was like seeing his best friend for the first time. Toned, glowing, muscular Billy was like the master of Apollo's horses thanks to the New Zealand sunshine.
All of a sudden, Dom had a mental image flash of honey dripping from a wooden spoon. He didn't understand the image but he licked his lips all the same.
"Ahem!" Dom felt it was time he announced his presence.
Billy turned, startled. "Oh! Alright, mate? Fuck. Sorry about the noise." He made his way, barefoot, to the blasting stereo and switched it off. "Ah, you brought alcohol! Good lad, yourself. As my good friend, Homer Simpson Esquire, would say; it's the cause of and solution to all of lifes problems!" He grinned a little grin and continued primping and preening himself.
Dom chuckled and wondered, privately, if a beer or two would solve the ache he now felt. It was dull and faint and sudden and more than a little inconvenient. He set the beer in his left arm down and rubbed at his chest. He thought it might just be a little heartburn. "Your good friend, Homer Simpson Esquire, is probably right! You going out or something...getting all dolled up and such. I can come round tomorrow if it's a bad time. Just, I thought Wednesday night was movie night."
"I'm not dolling myself up, you prick. I just wanted to fix my hair and change my clothes. I'd been for a run and came home smelling rank. Christ, you'd think you would appreciate that I'd like to look nice for you!" Billy's lighthearted joke seemed to go down like a lead balloon, taking in Doms stoney silence. He held Doms gaze as he buttoned up his black shirt. "Eh...you alright, Dom? You seem a wee bit out of sorts."
Dom cleared his throat and lowered his eyes to Billy's green stone. He admired the way it reflected against his pale skin and black shirt. "I'm fine, mate! No, I'm great. I think it's just a bit of indigestion. Nothing a little bit of inebriation won't fix!" He flashed a cheeky grin and laughed, purely to illustrate clearly how fine he was. "I'll put these in the fridge, yeah?"
"Go for it, yeah. I'll be right behind you."
Dom made his way toward Billy's kitchen and began putting the beers in Billy's, as usual, empty fridge. It wasn't any wonder the man was so small, he never bloody cooked for himself! Job done, Dom retired to the front room and opened the box containing the DVD Billy had rented.
The title took him by surprise and he blinked, comically. Dom always looked like an animation of himself when his eyes went wide. Brokeback Mountain.
The gay cowboy film. Yes, that gay cowboy film. And Billy had rented it. Billy Boyd. Manly, blokey, matey Billy.
Attention customers; Dom Monaghans Brain has just left the building.
Billy found him hunched over the coffee table, knees bent, still staring at the DVD. He plomped himself down on his couch in front of Dom. There was an air of nonchalance about him. "Is that one alright? There was fuck all else that we hadn't already seen and I remembered you saying how much you liked 'Donnie Darko,' so...you know...Jake Gyllenhall and what have you. I just picked it up. We can flick through the film channels if it's shite."
Dom took the DVD out of the box and made for the player like a man possessed, shaking his head. "No. No. No. This looks good. I mean...I've been meaning to watch it...Just to see what all the hype is about." He switched on the DVD and sat down next to Billy on the sofa.
Then, something strange happened.
With their heads back against the cushions behind, they faced each other and smiled. Just smiled. Silently.
It was a comfortable, silent moment. Neither knew what the other was thinking but it only lasted a few seconds, so it didn't matter anyway.
"I'll go and get the popcorn and beers, then." Billy's voice was quiet, as if they were in a church or something. Some sacred place that deserved the respect of lowered voices. And he went then. And came bearing snacks.
Billy's smell wafted through the house. New aftershave and soap and hair gel and Billy. The ache in Doms chest had taken a soft, warm journey south and nestled itself firmly between his legs. So, he drew his legs up underneath him, looking like a cross between Buddha and a boy scout around a camp fire. He grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lap but only to balance his beer on. Of course.
The only thing that lay between Billy and Dom on the couch, was the bowl of popcorn. But it had its rightful place there. It was like an anchor. They were both barefoot and comfortable. Night-timey, Dom thought. Billy in his black shirt and Dom in his white sweater. Perfectly balanced. Always. In everything.
Dom had the remote control to lower the lights and close the blinds all at once. All done in a few seconds without having to move an inch! Billy, he realised, had become a lazy bastard since coming into money. Adorable cunt, he thought.
As the film started, all that could be heard was the faint munching and guzzling from Billy and Dom mixed with the Southern twang of Ennis Del Mar and Jack Twist. Billy and Dom stole occasional glances at each other, which was odd for them. Something was simmering underneath the surface. Dom felt like a giddy child who had been given a mystery present, all big and gift wrapped. But that he wasn't allowed to open until Christmas Day.
But I want it nowwwwwwwww!
Neither Billy nor Dom moved an inch when Ennis shagged Jack six ways from Sunday. When Dom heard Jacks strangled, choked admission, "Gun's goin off," he felt his face redden and was glad of the darkness that surrounded him. He heard Billy gulp loudly and knew it wasn't the beer he was swallowing.
After a moment or two, he paused the film. "Do you think you could do a scene like that, Bills?"
Billy didn't turn to look at him. "Could you?" But he countered.
"Well, I'm Bi so it wouldn't be as big a deal for me. No, I meant...I'm just interested whether you, as a straight bloke, could act a scene like that with another bloke. Just curious." Dom knew his voice sounded shy and kind of formal and mentally kicked himself for it.
Billy shifted in his seat and caught Dom's eye, as if meeting a challenge. "You know, Irvine Welsh once said that we're only heterosexual by default, not by decision. He said, it's all just a question of who you fancy."
Dom's brows furrowed and his heart sank. What the fuck? "Yeah. I've seen Trainspotting too but I was talking about acting."
Billy was unflinching. I am Jacks Iron Lung, he thought. "Aye and I'm talking about life. I can act anything, Dom." Billy grabbed the remote and they watched the rest of the film in silence.
When it was over, they let the credits roll until the DVD stopped automatically. The popcorn bowl had long been discarded and they now sat shoulder to shoulder in the dim light, shrouded by an invisible bubble of electricity. But there was a softness in the atmosphere, too.
Dom dropped his head on Billy's warm shoulder and felt Billy's head come to rest against his. He grabbed Billy's hand and entwined their fingers. Billy resisted none of it. Something was giving way.
They sat there for a moment, caressing each others fingers and breathing in each others scent. Dom could feel Billy shaking beside him. When he lifted his head and their eyes locked, Billy looked like a rabbit caught in headlights but one who had accepted his fate. Accepted that there was no way of avoiding the collision.
The impact was sudden, all the same. Dom's lips crashed onto his. They devoured each other with tongues and teeth and soul. They gasped and moaned into each others mouths as hungry as they had ever felt before. They were grabbing and pulling at each other with a subtle violence.
Dom's cock was straining so hard in his jeans, it hurt. Billy's fingers threading through his hair was like a vicious need or an absolute want. He didn't know which. He thrilled at the feeling of Billy's gelled hair through his own fingers.
He leaned his head against Billy's forhead and gasped for air as he undid the buttons of the black shirt. Billy did the same to him and the delicious feeling of warm, bare skin on skin was making his stomach flip and his cock leak.
They kissed again with Billy's fingers fumbling clumsily to free Dom from the confines of his jeans. They broke away then, to strip themselves hurriedly. They looked ridiculous and greedy in that instant.
That made them both laugh until Dom grabbed Billy, pulling him down against him on the couch. All laughter abruptly ceased when their warm, wet cocks touched and gave way to gasps and moans instead.
Everything seemed to slow down then. Things became less urgent and more intimate. Billy's liquid green eyes concentrated hard on Dom's blue ones as he settled himself down between Dom's legs. Dom leaned up and took Billy's bottom lip between his own, sucking and biting. Everything was damp and foggy - their breath, their bodies, their minds.
"It's okay. Move against me. Come on, Billy. God, I need to come." Dom thrust his hips up into Billy's to prove his point and Billy moved then. A slow drag of his hips and cock against Dom's. He hissed and bit his lip, murmuring and gasping, "Fuck. Fuck Fuck. Yeah."
As his space sped up, they developed a steady rhythm. In sync, as always. In everything. Dom wrapped his legs around Billy's waist and Billy fell foward, wedging them together even more. They kissed and rocked back and forth against each other. Delicous fucking friction with Dom moaning unabashedly and Billy gasping.
As Billy neared the edge he bore down on Dom, hard and fast. The couch creaked in protest with every thrust of his hips. Dom pressed his head into Billy's shoulder and moaned something that sounded like, "Aannnghhh," as if in pain, as he came hard against Billy's stomach.
Feeling Dom's warmth against him, Billy followed, spilling warmly between Dom's legs with a choked cry. His cries subsided as he spent himself against his best mate.
The lay together, sweaty and spent for a while with Dom curling his fingers through the hair on the nape of Billy's neck, like a tired child. He chuckled quietly. "You were right Bills, what you said...Well, what Irvine Welsh said...We are only heterosexual by default."
Billy chucked too, nuzzling his face into the crook of Dom's neck. "Aye. Apparently, it's just a matter of who you fancy."
Dom wagered he would never again feel his heart burn quite like this.
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I loved to read a story about Dom and Billy yielding to love after years of friendship and not holding out anymore...
Just adult Dom and Billy making an adult, loving, intense choice...
Love and Congrats...
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