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rawiyaparand and sassywitch
Pairing: Primarily Monaboyd, with a smattering of Ordaisy, Kargo, EmEli
Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m and shock horror some het sex
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monaboyd and all_sensation
Disclaimer: No money was made from this, and this in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexual preferences or practices of anyone mentioned within this story. No matter how true they are.
Summary: Dom is injured, and Billy goes along with the hallucinations for his best friends sake; but is it really only for Dom?
WARNING: contains slash (men doing men), het, angst, and fluff. If any of this bothers you, please don't read.
A/N: Due to popular demand, after speaking to my wonderful co-authorrawiyaparand we'll now be posting three days per week, Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays.
The song that spawned the fic: Can be found Here
Previous Chapters: Here
~*~
Billy's lips brushed against Dom's forehead, a small giggle breaking loose as warm hands began to caress his back.
"You're awake," he whispered, looking down into blue eyes.
"I was having the most wonderful dream," Dom said in a sleep-filled voice. "This incredibly handsome Scot was about to make mad, passionate love to me."
"Oh, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Dommeh," Billy teased, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "But that wasn't a dream."
Dom's reply was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "We're going to have roasted hobbit and elf for dinner," Billy grumbled as he stalked to the door and flung it open.
"Good afternoon William…Dominic. I thought we could enjoy our meal together." Viggo smiled broadly and held out the tray.
"It would be a pleasure to dine with our King," Billy said as he smiled.
Moving back to the bed, Billy fluffed the pillows behind Dom and waited for him to settle back against them, letting him get comfortable before pressing a kiss to his forehead and sinking onto the bed beside him.
Viggo walked in and sprawled across the end of the bed, settling the tray on the bed between Dom and Billy's legs. He lifted a can of soda from the tray and handed it to Dom, then passed a beer to Billy and took one for himself.
"Are they still alive out there?" Billy lifted one eyebrow as he spoke.
"They are," Viggo answered enigmatically. "Tonight we are going to have a barbecue on the beach. I should like very much if my favourite hobbits were to serenade us," he stated.
"That's a great idea, Vig," Billy said cheerfully. He had noticed the dark cloud that covered Dom while Viggo spoke, and tried to lighten the mood.
"Won't it be nice to play your guitar again?" he asked Dom.
Dom looked down at the can of soda in his hand. "You guys don't want a washed-up VH1 reject playing," he said somberly. "I'm not a rock god anymore. I know that."
Viggo sat up and took Dom's hands into his own. "I know that you are a talented musician. I'm asking you to play for me tonight, just as a favour. One friend to another."
Dom looked from one to the other and sighed. "Just don't expect too much okay," he said as he gripped Viggo's hands tightly. "I don't even know if I can remember how to play."
"You can," Billy spoke, softly stroking his arm "Those fingers were meant to make music, Dommie."
"I think after lunch you might like to come outside with me. I'd like to take some photos of you," Viggo stated.
"Like the ones on the fridge?" Dom smiled, enjoying the prospect of having more photos of himself and Billy around. Photos that he could remember the origins of.
Viggo made a so-so motion with his hand. "Yes and no. This afternoon I'd like to take photos of just you."
"Why not Billy and I?" Dom asked nervously, reaching out to grasp Billy's hand.
"So often, when people lose part of their memory, they feel the need to remember facts and details about others, forgetting about themselves. I'm going to take pictures of you, Dom, so that you can see who you are now, and maybe that will help you remember who you were. Don't worry, we won't go too far from the house. Billy'll still be in arms reach."
"It'll be good, Dommie," Billy spoke. "I've seen you when you think I'm not watching, looking at yourself in the mirror. I'm not going to say I know how you feel, but know that I feel it with you, and maybe this will be a way to not be confused about who you are on the outside." Billy smiled, and leaned in to press a long, tender kiss to Dom's lips. "And I promise I'll never be further than arms length away."
"Good." Dom smiled, leaning forward to nip at his bottom lip playfully.
Viggo watched the exchange with a smile. "If you're both good boys, we can have a special photo shoot just for you two before I go home."
Dom's eyes lowered and he looked up at Viggo through dark lashes, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Do you do nudes?"
"Dom!" Billy squeaked, his face turning red in embarrassment, as he slapped Dom's arm.
"What? What did I say?"
"I think it's a brilliant idea," Viggo said thoughtfully. "There is no better canvas for an artist than the human form. It would be my honour."
He nodded at the two men in front of him and bit hungrily into his sandwich. "And anyways, it wouldn't be our first time, would it?" he said slyly, winking at Billy.
"No, no it wouldn't be," Billy answered, almost shyly.
"Why haven't I seen these photos?" Dom frowned.
Billy's eyes flew to Viggo's, and then flashed nervously to Dom. "It was a surprise for you. Viggo convinced me to do it for you, and I've been waiting for the right occasion to give them to you," Billy replied truthfully.
"Where are they?" Dom's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"They're in Scotland. When we go over there, they're all yours." Billy leaned in and kissed him.
"Aren't you just full of surprises?" Dom said, as he leaned in for another kiss. He suddenly hissed in pain and grabbed the back of his neck.
"Dommeh? Are you alright?" Billy asked frantically, propping pillows behind Dom's back.
"Yeah, I'll be fine in a minute." Billy looked down at his watch and then at Dom worriedly. "It's been over five hours since you last took some medication. You can have another pill now."
Dom's protests were cut off by Viggo. "I think that's a great idea. You have a busy afternoon and evening ahead of you, Dom. Not to mention your appointment tomorrow. Why don't you take the pill and get some rest?"
"I don't need the pill." Dom reiterated "I just need to lie down for a while."
"Too bad." Billy leaned in and pressed his lips to Dom's as the younger man settled against the pillows. When they parted, Dom put the pill in his mouth and tilted the soda can to his lips so he could swallow it.
"Rest, my young hobbit. We'll wake you when its time," Viggo stated as he stood and lifted the tray, moving toward the door.
"You're not staying?" Dom frowned at Billy, reaching out one hand.
"Nope I've got a couple of things I need to do." Billy leaned down to kiss Dom again. "You'll be alright, baby, and I'll be back before you know it."
Dom pouted, but was drifting off to sleep before Billy had even gotten out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.
"I can't believe you told him," Billy hissed at Viggo as he followed him.
Viggo turned his head slightly, looking back at Billy with one raised eyebrow and a smirk on his lips.
"Tell him what?" Viggo's innocent voice asked as the two men entered the kitchen.
"You told him that you've seen me naked, that you've taken nude pictures of me!" Billy stood in the middle of the kitchen, hands on hips, shooting daggers into the Dane's back.
"Whoa! You posed nude for Viggo?" Elijah exclaimed from the table. "Can we see the pictures?"
"Shut up!" he was told in unison by a Scottish and a Danish accent.
Viggo turned around from the kitchen sink, drying his hands on a dish towel. "If I remember correctly, I told him that I had seen you naked. You were the one that told him about the pictures."
"I just don't see the reason in telling him. What would it accomplish?"
"Nothing, something, everything," Viggo said as he shrugged.
"Jesus, Viggo. He thinks I'm his lover. How the hell was I supposed to explain it? Besides, I'm lying to him more than I should be, and I won't when I don't have to."
"Then what is the problem?"
"Because I had those photos done 5 years ago, Viggo. When Dom gets his memory back, he doesn't need to know that his best friend has been lusting after him that long."
Viggo tilted his head, looking at Billy with a slightly bemused expression. "When he gets his memory back, he's going to remember that he and his best friend have been going at it like sex-crazed teenagers for the past week. Wouldn't it be better for him to know that this wasn't some new-found feeling, something that you decided to do because you were bored or felt sorry for him?"
Billy bit his lip and sat down beside Orlando, knowing that Viggo was right - as usual.
"He's going to need to know that you've felt this way for a long time, and he's going to need proof. What better than photographic evidence?" Viggo smiled and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the three younger men to sit open-mouthed and amazed.
"He's good," Elijah finally spoke. "Real good."
"Was it weird?" Orlando asked softly. "Having Vig shoot you nude?"
"A little at first, but I wanted to do it for Dom, and Vig made it easy."
"So why haven't you given it to him?" Elijah asked, earning himself a black look from Billy.
"There's never been the right time." Billy answered with a shrug.
"Now could be the perfect time," Orlando mused. "Viggo is always right."
"Maybe," Billy said with a far-away look on his face. "I just keep thinking that if we don't work out, will he want naked pictures of me?"
"First off, you're going to work out," Orlando said, ruffling Billy's hair. "Second, he'll want the pictures. Hell, I want the pictures."
"Plus, it's kinda creepy keeping naked pics of yourself," Elijah said, biting into an apple. "Anyways, if you don't work out, Dom'll have the pictures to use as wanking material, then he'll feel bad about not having the real thing, and get back together with you. It's genius."
Bill shrugged and slid off his chair. "I'm going to go lay down for a while," he murmured. Wandering into the bedroom they shared, Billy pulled his t shirt off and stepped out of his jeans, crawling onto the bed carefully and laying down beside Dom in his boxers.
Careful not to disturb Dom, Billy curled up on his side, watching the gentle rise and fall of Dom's chest as he slept. Reaching out, he laid one hand on Dom's chest, content to lay there and feel his heat beat.
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Spectacular hues of red, orange, and yellow streaked across the sky as the sun set on another day. In the distance, conch shells were blown and the faint music of hula dancers could be heard as the evening entertainment began.
Orlando peered into the barbeque, unsure if the glowing embers would stay lit. He breathed in the salty sea air and glanced at the small man sitting on the stairs.
"Relax, Bills. They'll be back soon."
Billy shifted his gaze from the wide stretch of deserted beach to his friend. "It's been nearly four hours. They should have been back a while ago." His knee bounced nervously as he willed himself to stay seated. "Dom can't walk for four hours. Something's happened, I know it."
"Stress less, Mom," Elijah replied "He's with Viggo. He'd never let anything happen to any of his hobbits, least of all Dom."
"You need a chill pill dude," Orli laughed,
Billy looked up to see Dom and Viggo walking along the waterline. Dom carried his shoes in one hand while Viggo had several cameras looped around his neck, and both men were smiling and talking casually. Billy rolled to his feet and walked with very limited restraint down the beach to his lover and friend, folding Dom into a tight embrace without asking.
Viggo winked at Dom and continued towards the house, leaving the two standing at the edge of the water, arms wrapped tightly around each other, soft waves washing the sand away from their feet.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Dom pulled Billy closer, feeling the older man's rapidly beating heart through his sweater.
Billy clung to Dom, the black knitted yarn loops stretching where his fingers pulled them tautly. After a long moment, Billy raised his head, one hand resting on Dom's bearded cheek. "You're tired. We'll go inside and rest. I'll tell the guys that the barbeque is cancelled."
Dom laughed and moved his head so that he was able to press wet kisses into the palm of Billy's hand. "I'm
not tired, and we're not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong."
"I was worried," Billy admitted, looking into Dom's eyes for any sign of fatigue. He was shocked to see them livelier and happier than they had been in the past few days. "You were gone for a long time, and I didn't know if you had gotten tired, or hurt, or…" Billy's voice trailed off as he swallowed and blinked back a few tears.
Dom framed Billy's face with his hands and kissed his eyelids softly tasting the salty, unshed tears that clung to his lashes.
"I'm sorry, Billy," he murmured "I didn't realize that you'd worry."
"Of course I'd worry, you daft git. You've been so sick; this is the longest you've been away from me since it happened." Billy pressed his face against Dom's chest and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I knew you'd be alright, the King wouldn't let anything happen to you, but I was worried anyway."
"I'm sorry." Dom kissed the top of Billy's head, rocking side-to-side slowly. "Is it bad of me to think that your protectiveness is sexy?"
"Dominic Monaghan!" Billy tilted his head back and looked at his best friend, lover, life. "No, it's not bad, fool of a took! Now tell me, what were you and Mr. Mortensen up to?"
Billy saw Dom swallow and shift his eyes to the left, classic signs that he was about to lie. "Oh, nothing. Just took some pictures." He brought one hand to his mouth, yawning. "Hmm, maybe I am a bit tired. Why don't we head back to the house?"
Billy moved to fit under Dom's arm, pressed along his side, and Dom's arm wrapped around his shoulder, his own arm across Dom's back as they walked.
"Want to take a nap, or am I invited?"
"I don't need a nap. I can rest on the swing set, while you guys set up the barbeque." They walked slowly towards the house, the light from a small fire pit and the laughter of their friends welcoming them.
"Thank God, you're alive!" Elijah joked as he came out of the house holding a tray of raw meat. "I was about to call the Coast Guard, FBI, CIA…"
"Don't forget the National Guard and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police," Orlando chimed in.
Billy helped Dom to the swing, ignoring his friends teasing. "Don't listen to them, Dommeh. It wasn't that bad."
"Like hell it wasn't," Elijah grumbled. "I thought your eyes were going to cross from staring at the clock so long."
"Really?" Dom reached out an arm and stroked Billy's thigh comfortingly. "I should have thought that you'd worry," he murmured, leaning against Billy as he stepped closer. He pressed his face against Billy's belly, his words vibrating against Billy's shirt as he spoke. "You've taken such good care of me; I didn't mean to worry you."
"Don't fret about me, Dom, it's all okay really," Billy spoke carding his fingers through Dom's hair.
"I want to fret, just like you want to worry. It's what people do when they're in love, isn't it? They worry about each other. Take care of each other." Dom breath was hot as it seeped through Billy's t-shirt, causing the older man to shiver involuntarily.
The patio door opened and Viggo stepped out in faded jeans and a palm-tree covered shirt. His camera hung loosely from his neck, and before Billy or Dom could react, he had already placed them in the viewfinder and captured them on film.
"So what took you guys so long?" Elijah asked, turning over a piece of steak on the bbq. "'Cuz you guys were gone an awfully long time."
Dom nuzzled against Billy's belly, his arms wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer, his fingers sliding under Billy's shirt and stroking the warm skin there.
"Nothing really, it didn't seem to be so long. We didn't mean to make you worry," Dom said softly. "We watched the sun for a while, and Vig took some pictures."
"It's okay, Dommie," Billy replied. "You don't have to explain."
Dom hummed his understanding, his fingers pushing the fabric of Billy's t-shirt up slightly, exposing a thin strip of tanned skin. He licked the patch of skin before blowing on it gently, causing the hair on Billy's arms to stand on end.
"Is it bedtime yet?" he mumbled, tongue dipping into the small indentation in Billy's stomach.
"Soon, love, soon." Billy shifted, hoping that the darkness would be able to hide his rapidly growing erection.
Orlando and Viggo stood at the fire pit, beers in hand, watching the display with amusement in their eyes. Elijah joined them, rolling his eyes, and making gagging noises. "I'll say twenty that they don't even make it through dinner. Who's on?"
"They'll make it through dinner and later," Viggo replied "Dom is nervous about his musical abilities, but he wants to try." He watched as Dom licked Billy's quivering belly, Billy's hands gently touching Dom's shoulders and caressing his back.
"I think they'll disappear and come back," Orlando replied "Welcome to our lives this week, King."
"Expressions of love are a beautiful thing. Perhaps you two wouldn't be alone if you understood that," Viggo said as he raised an eyebrow at them.
"So," Elijah quickly changed the subject. "What did take you so long?"
Viggo looked at him, a glint in his eyes. "Dominic and I were spending some quality time together, like he has said,I'm sure, numerous times." He tilted his head back and drank some beer, a small smile on his lips.
"Come on," Elijah whined, one foot stomping in the sand for emphasis. "You can tell me. You were gone for four hours. I know you; you didn't take enough film for four hours of photography."
Orlando held back a laugh, bringing the beer bottle to his lips instead. While he too was dying to know what had occurred during the walk, he was a little more subtle than Elijah.
"Is it that important that you know what we spoke about?" Viggo asked Elijah, who nodded his head rapidly. "Fine then, I'll tell you."
"Have your secrets, King." Orlando answered slowly, glaring at Elijah as he spoke.
"Nope," Elijah almost whined. "I want to know. If something is wrong, I want to know before it hits the fan."
"Nothing will be hitting the fan, Ringbearer," Viggo spoke softly.
"With that pair, you can never be sure." Elijah spoke seriously turning his eyes towards the entwined couple. Billy had sunk to his knees in front of Dom, their bodies pressed close as they kissed.
"I am," Viggo stated enigmatically.
"For God's sake, just tell us," Elijah growled.
"Your meat is burning," Viggo said nonchalantly. Elijah turned around to see black smoke billowing out from the barbeque. He cursed out loud and ran to the grill, arms attempting to waft away the smoke.
"You're going to have to tell him something," Orlando told Viggo. "He's a persistent bugger."
Viggo looked from Elijah to Dom and Billy. The pair had somehow moved so that Dom now laid out top of Billy, and Billy's hand was lost somewhere underneath the dark sweater. The crackle of the fire was accompanied by soft, wet kissing noises.
"If all goes according to plan," Viggo said, turning away from the couple, "there'll be nothing to tell."
"Plan?" Orli asked "What plan?" He paused, running his hand through his brown curls. "Don't worry, I don't think I want to know." He turned back to watch Dom and Billy. They were still kissing, but Billy had rolled them onto their sides, his arm cradling Dom's neck, supporting his head with his hand as his other hand rested on Dom's denim covered hip, fingers swirling ineffectually across the fabric. One of Dom's hands cupped Billy's face, his arm trapped between their bodies, his other hand caressing up and down Billy's back under his t-shirt, and one leg curved over Billy's thigh, pulling him closer as they kissed wetly.
"God, I hope I find someone who loves me like that," Orlando murmured.
"Don't worry, Orli." Viggo swung an arm around the younger man's shoulder, pulling him into his side. "That special girl is out there. You'll find her."
Orlando's shoulder visibly slumped. "Yeah. Her."
Viggo looked at Orlando through the corner of his eye. Orlando's head was bent, long brown curls hiding his eyes, lower lip pulled between his teeth. Viggo exhaled, wondering when 'match-maker' had been placed on his resume.
"You will. I should go and check on the Ringbearer. He's been inside the house for far too long." Viggo pulled on a curl and began to walk to the house. He stopped and looked back to Orlando. "You should come back to Idaho with me. Dave will be visiting, and I have an exhibition to set-up. You can keep him company when I'm not there."
Without waiting for an answer, Viggo climbed the stairs, stopping momentarily to look at the two hobbits on the swing set. Although there were two heads, their bodies seemed to have morphed into one, and it appeared that they had grown some extra arms, with all the clutching and petting taking place.
"Oxygen, gentlemen," Viggo advised. "It's a wonderful thing."
Dom lifted his head for the briefest of moments "Vig, we're being environmentally friendly," he chuckled. "We're sharing oxygen."
"That's water, you great git," Billy explained, pressing a kiss against the corner of Dom's mouth.
"We can do that too later if you like?" Dom waggled his eyebrows as he gazed into Billy's eyes.
"Dinner will be ready soon hobbits," Viggo laughed. "If you're still hungry."
"We're good, thanks," Dom said dismissively, hand already working its way back under Billy's t-shirt.
Billy giggled as Dom's fingers tweaked a nipple. "Actually, we're starving. I'll come in and help." He kissed Dom quickly, biting the protruding bottom lip. "Food gives you energy, and you'll need a lot of energy tonight," he whispered in Dom's ear. Dom grabbed Billy's hand and pulled him back for a quick(,) hard kiss, his fingers tangling in Billy's hair as he pulled him closer.
"Then maybe I should eat well," he murmured against Billy's lips.
Billy felt Dom's grin against his lips before he dipped his head and caught Dom's bottom lip in his teeth again, tugging at it gently before pulling away.
"Maybe I should, too," Billy whispered before he straightened and followed Viggo into the house, winking at Dom as he slipped through the door.
The two men worked silently for a few minutes, gathering utensils and condiments. Viggo passed Elijah a loaded tray and indicated with a slight movement of his head that he wished for the Ringbearer to leave.
Muttering under his breath about modern day slavery, Elijah slid out the door, closing it behind him.
"You know that I'd never put Dom in harms way?" Viggo said, breaking the comfortable silence.
"I know. It was silly for me to worry," Billy said, embarrassed.
"And I'd never put you in harms way, either," Viggo continued. "I'm going to do everything I can so that the two of you remain this happy."
"I know." Billy nodded. "It was wrong of me to not trust you with him." He paused. "It's just….I've been the one looking after him; I've been with him practically every minute." Billy trailed off. "He's so important to me, Vig. I want to be there when his memory comes back. I need to see his face, to know if he hates me."
"That will not be an option, my wee hobbit."
Billy frowned. "Why not? I certainly hate me."
"Then you obviously don't love yourself as much as young Master Brandybuck," Viggo said sagely, leaning against the counter. "I've spent the past four hours listening to how great and wonderful and perfect you are. If I didn't know otherwise, I'd be convinced that you walked on water."
"This is the exact reason why he's going to hate me so much. It will shatter this image that he has of me. He's going to remember that we were just friends. He's going to know just how badly I've betrayed everything we've meant to each other and he's going to hate everything about me." Billy sighed. "It's a no win situation, Vig. Face it. I have."
"The way I see it, it's nothing but win-win, and it's not like our optimistic, inquisitive Pippin to be cynical about something so dear to him."
"That's because I'm older and wiser than our foolish hobbit," Billy muttered.
"You know that's crap, Boyd," Viggo spoke firmly. "You just don't want to see that there is another outcome." He paused, until Billy looked up at him. "You can't or won't see that maybe he'll remember, and he'll know exactly how much it took for you to go along with his subconscious. He'll see just how deeply you do love him, and love you even more because of that."
"Or he'll hate me, Viggo." Billy took in a shaky breath, voice cracking. "He'll hate me so much and never want anything to do with me. And I'll die, Vig. I swear to God, I'm going to die by the time this is through."
Billy slumped forward and walked tiredly into Viggo's open arms. His tears were warm, and soaked through the colourful Hawaiian-print shirt.
"Go on, let it out," Viggo soothed, knowing that much of these tears were remnants from the accident. "He's not going to hate you. Dom's incapable of hating anyone, especially you. You should know that by now."
Billy nodded against Viggo's chest, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. "Hands off my boyfriend," a familiar voice teased. Billy spun around to see Dom leaning against the patio door, his smile falling when he noticed Billy's tear-streaked face.
Dom's smiling face crumbled into a frown as he watched Billy wipe at the tear tracks on his cheeks, smiling shyly at Dom.
"What the hell did you say to him, Viggo?" Dom walked around the edge of the kitchen counter and opened his arms to Billy who sank into them willingly, pressing his cheek against the warmth of Dom's chest, his heartbeat thudding comfortingly against his face.
"My fault, I'm afraid, Dom," Billy murmured, closing his arms around Dom's waist. "I was telling Viggo about your accident, I guess I wasn't really ready to talk about it."
"He's quite certain that you were destined to leave him," Viggo explained as he moved to stand behind Dom, wrapping his arms carefully around the entwined duo and pulled them back against his chest. "You both need to have faith that you are forever joined now, whatever happens." He murmured against Dom's hair then pulled away. "Come hobbits, it's time to eat." He walked out of the kitchen, expecting them to follow.
Dom held back, not letting go of Billy. "You're not destined to lose me. After all we've been through in our lives, to somehow end up in New Zealand, together. It's fate. We were meant to be together, Bills."
"The fates are sometimes cruel, Dommeh."
"Not with us. I've beat my addiction, we've gotten over deaths in our families, we've passed all their tests. We've won. We get to be happy now."
"I am happy, Dom." Billy kissed him slowly, backing him up against the counter. "I'm happy, I'm with the man that I love beyond life itself, and he loves me." His hands moved to cup Dom's buttocks and pull him closer, grinding their hips together, his ever-present erection nudging against Dom. "I'm just waiting for Fate to fuck with me."
"Don't think I don't know you're trying to distract me." Dom slid his hand down the waistband of Billy's loose jeans, surprised to encounter bare flesh. "It won't work you know. This isn't over. We need to talk about this, because I hate the way it gets you down." He leaned down to suckle tightly on Billy's neck, leaving a red mark on his skin. "But I'm hungry for you and for dinner, so later, we will talk." His long fingers slid across the curve of Billy's buttocks, tracing across the sensitive skin, he laughed low in his throat as Billy's legs spread for him, letting his fingers roam freely.
Billy groaned as one of Dom's fingers slipped between the crack of his cheeks and rested against his entrance. The pad of the finger rubbed gently before pushing in slightly. Billy didn't know whether to push back onto the finger or forward to relieve the pressure in his groin.
"Baby, we should…ugh…we need to stop," Billy finally managed to say. "We have guests…"
Dom rolled his hips twice, enjoying the sounds that came out of Billy's mouth. "Dinner, two songs, and then bed. That's the deal." He waited for Billy to agree before releasing the older man.
Billy straightened his clothes, even though he was certain that their friends knew what had just happened. "Deal," he agreed, holding out his hand, and smiling when Dom clasped it tightly. They shared another tender kiss before slipping out into the backyard.
Billy pressed his lips to Dom's as they stepped through the door into the waning sunlight. "I love you," he murmured before pulling Dom after him down to the sandy expanse of beach, ignoring the knowing gazes of their friends.
Authors:
rawiyaparand and sassywitch Pairing: Primarily Monaboyd, with a smattering of Ordaisy, Kargo, EmEli
Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m and shock horror some het sex
Betas: The wonderful
dylan_dufresne Much ♥Archiving:
all_sensation and glasgowhobbit , any others please ask firstFeedback: Yes, please. We live for it.
Header Art: Our wonderful header was created by
loki_girl Crossposted: to
monaboyd and all_sensationDisclaimer: No money was made from this, and this in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexual preferences or practices of anyone mentioned within this story. No matter how true they are.
Summary: Dom is injured, and Billy goes along with the hallucinations for his best friends sake; but is it really only for Dom?
WARNING: contains slash (men doing men), het, angst, and fluff. If any of this bothers you, please don't read.
A/N: Due to popular demand, after speaking to my wonderful co-author
rawiyaparand we'll now be posting three days per week, Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. The song that spawned the fic: Can be found Here
Previous Chapters: Here
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Billy's lips brushed against Dom's forehead, a small giggle breaking loose as warm hands began to caress his back.
"You're awake," he whispered, looking down into blue eyes.
"I was having the most wonderful dream," Dom said in a sleep-filled voice. "This incredibly handsome Scot was about to make mad, passionate love to me."
"Oh, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Dommeh," Billy teased, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "But that wasn't a dream."
Dom's reply was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "We're going to have roasted hobbit and elf for dinner," Billy grumbled as he stalked to the door and flung it open.
"Good afternoon William…Dominic. I thought we could enjoy our meal together." Viggo smiled broadly and held out the tray.
"It would be a pleasure to dine with our King," Billy said as he smiled.
Moving back to the bed, Billy fluffed the pillows behind Dom and waited for him to settle back against them, letting him get comfortable before pressing a kiss to his forehead and sinking onto the bed beside him.
Viggo walked in and sprawled across the end of the bed, settling the tray on the bed between Dom and Billy's legs. He lifted a can of soda from the tray and handed it to Dom, then passed a beer to Billy and took one for himself.
"Are they still alive out there?" Billy lifted one eyebrow as he spoke.
"They are," Viggo answered enigmatically. "Tonight we are going to have a barbecue on the beach. I should like very much if my favourite hobbits were to serenade us," he stated.
"That's a great idea, Vig," Billy said cheerfully. He had noticed the dark cloud that covered Dom while Viggo spoke, and tried to lighten the mood.
"Won't it be nice to play your guitar again?" he asked Dom.
Dom looked down at the can of soda in his hand. "You guys don't want a washed-up VH1 reject playing," he said somberly. "I'm not a rock god anymore. I know that."
Viggo sat up and took Dom's hands into his own. "I know that you are a talented musician. I'm asking you to play for me tonight, just as a favour. One friend to another."
Dom looked from one to the other and sighed. "Just don't expect too much okay," he said as he gripped Viggo's hands tightly. "I don't even know if I can remember how to play."
"You can," Billy spoke, softly stroking his arm "Those fingers were meant to make music, Dommie."
"I think after lunch you might like to come outside with me. I'd like to take some photos of you," Viggo stated.
"Like the ones on the fridge?" Dom smiled, enjoying the prospect of having more photos of himself and Billy around. Photos that he could remember the origins of.
Viggo made a so-so motion with his hand. "Yes and no. This afternoon I'd like to take photos of just you."
"Why not Billy and I?" Dom asked nervously, reaching out to grasp Billy's hand.
"So often, when people lose part of their memory, they feel the need to remember facts and details about others, forgetting about themselves. I'm going to take pictures of you, Dom, so that you can see who you are now, and maybe that will help you remember who you were. Don't worry, we won't go too far from the house. Billy'll still be in arms reach."
"It'll be good, Dommie," Billy spoke. "I've seen you when you think I'm not watching, looking at yourself in the mirror. I'm not going to say I know how you feel, but know that I feel it with you, and maybe this will be a way to not be confused about who you are on the outside." Billy smiled, and leaned in to press a long, tender kiss to Dom's lips. "And I promise I'll never be further than arms length away."
"Good." Dom smiled, leaning forward to nip at his bottom lip playfully.
Viggo watched the exchange with a smile. "If you're both good boys, we can have a special photo shoot just for you two before I go home."
Dom's eyes lowered and he looked up at Viggo through dark lashes, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Do you do nudes?"
"Dom!" Billy squeaked, his face turning red in embarrassment, as he slapped Dom's arm.
"What? What did I say?"
"I think it's a brilliant idea," Viggo said thoughtfully. "There is no better canvas for an artist than the human form. It would be my honour."
He nodded at the two men in front of him and bit hungrily into his sandwich. "And anyways, it wouldn't be our first time, would it?" he said slyly, winking at Billy.
"No, no it wouldn't be," Billy answered, almost shyly.
"Why haven't I seen these photos?" Dom frowned.
Billy's eyes flew to Viggo's, and then flashed nervously to Dom. "It was a surprise for you. Viggo convinced me to do it for you, and I've been waiting for the right occasion to give them to you," Billy replied truthfully.
"Where are they?" Dom's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"They're in Scotland. When we go over there, they're all yours." Billy leaned in and kissed him.
"Aren't you just full of surprises?" Dom said, as he leaned in for another kiss. He suddenly hissed in pain and grabbed the back of his neck.
"Dommeh? Are you alright?" Billy asked frantically, propping pillows behind Dom's back.
"Yeah, I'll be fine in a minute." Billy looked down at his watch and then at Dom worriedly. "It's been over five hours since you last took some medication. You can have another pill now."
Dom's protests were cut off by Viggo. "I think that's a great idea. You have a busy afternoon and evening ahead of you, Dom. Not to mention your appointment tomorrow. Why don't you take the pill and get some rest?"
"I don't need the pill." Dom reiterated "I just need to lie down for a while."
"Too bad." Billy leaned in and pressed his lips to Dom's as the younger man settled against the pillows. When they parted, Dom put the pill in his mouth and tilted the soda can to his lips so he could swallow it.
"Rest, my young hobbit. We'll wake you when its time," Viggo stated as he stood and lifted the tray, moving toward the door.
"You're not staying?" Dom frowned at Billy, reaching out one hand.
"Nope I've got a couple of things I need to do." Billy leaned down to kiss Dom again. "You'll be alright, baby, and I'll be back before you know it."
Dom pouted, but was drifting off to sleep before Billy had even gotten out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.
"I can't believe you told him," Billy hissed at Viggo as he followed him.
Viggo turned his head slightly, looking back at Billy with one raised eyebrow and a smirk on his lips.
"Tell him what?" Viggo's innocent voice asked as the two men entered the kitchen.
"You told him that you've seen me naked, that you've taken nude pictures of me!" Billy stood in the middle of the kitchen, hands on hips, shooting daggers into the Dane's back.
"Whoa! You posed nude for Viggo?" Elijah exclaimed from the table. "Can we see the pictures?"
"Shut up!" he was told in unison by a Scottish and a Danish accent.
Viggo turned around from the kitchen sink, drying his hands on a dish towel. "If I remember correctly, I told him that I had seen you naked. You were the one that told him about the pictures."
"I just don't see the reason in telling him. What would it accomplish?"
"Nothing, something, everything," Viggo said as he shrugged.
"Jesus, Viggo. He thinks I'm his lover. How the hell was I supposed to explain it? Besides, I'm lying to him more than I should be, and I won't when I don't have to."
"Then what is the problem?"
"Because I had those photos done 5 years ago, Viggo. When Dom gets his memory back, he doesn't need to know that his best friend has been lusting after him that long."
Viggo tilted his head, looking at Billy with a slightly bemused expression. "When he gets his memory back, he's going to remember that he and his best friend have been going at it like sex-crazed teenagers for the past week. Wouldn't it be better for him to know that this wasn't some new-found feeling, something that you decided to do because you were bored or felt sorry for him?"
Billy bit his lip and sat down beside Orlando, knowing that Viggo was right - as usual.
"He's going to need to know that you've felt this way for a long time, and he's going to need proof. What better than photographic evidence?" Viggo smiled and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the three younger men to sit open-mouthed and amazed.
"He's good," Elijah finally spoke. "Real good."
"Was it weird?" Orlando asked softly. "Having Vig shoot you nude?"
"A little at first, but I wanted to do it for Dom, and Vig made it easy."
"So why haven't you given it to him?" Elijah asked, earning himself a black look from Billy.
"There's never been the right time." Billy answered with a shrug.
"Now could be the perfect time," Orlando mused. "Viggo is always right."
"Maybe," Billy said with a far-away look on his face. "I just keep thinking that if we don't work out, will he want naked pictures of me?"
"First off, you're going to work out," Orlando said, ruffling Billy's hair. "Second, he'll want the pictures. Hell, I want the pictures."
"Plus, it's kinda creepy keeping naked pics of yourself," Elijah said, biting into an apple. "Anyways, if you don't work out, Dom'll have the pictures to use as wanking material, then he'll feel bad about not having the real thing, and get back together with you. It's genius."
Bill shrugged and slid off his chair. "I'm going to go lay down for a while," he murmured. Wandering into the bedroom they shared, Billy pulled his t shirt off and stepped out of his jeans, crawling onto the bed carefully and laying down beside Dom in his boxers.
Careful not to disturb Dom, Billy curled up on his side, watching the gentle rise and fall of Dom's chest as he slept. Reaching out, he laid one hand on Dom's chest, content to lay there and feel his heat beat.
Spectacular hues of red, orange, and yellow streaked across the sky as the sun set on another day. In the distance, conch shells were blown and the faint music of hula dancers could be heard as the evening entertainment began.
Orlando peered into the barbeque, unsure if the glowing embers would stay lit. He breathed in the salty sea air and glanced at the small man sitting on the stairs.
"Relax, Bills. They'll be back soon."
Billy shifted his gaze from the wide stretch of deserted beach to his friend. "It's been nearly four hours. They should have been back a while ago." His knee bounced nervously as he willed himself to stay seated. "Dom can't walk for four hours. Something's happened, I know it."
"Stress less, Mom," Elijah replied "He's with Viggo. He'd never let anything happen to any of his hobbits, least of all Dom."
"You need a chill pill dude," Orli laughed,
Billy looked up to see Dom and Viggo walking along the waterline. Dom carried his shoes in one hand while Viggo had several cameras looped around his neck, and both men were smiling and talking casually. Billy rolled to his feet and walked with very limited restraint down the beach to his lover and friend, folding Dom into a tight embrace without asking.
Viggo winked at Dom and continued towards the house, leaving the two standing at the edge of the water, arms wrapped tightly around each other, soft waves washing the sand away from their feet.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Dom pulled Billy closer, feeling the older man's rapidly beating heart through his sweater.
Billy clung to Dom, the black knitted yarn loops stretching where his fingers pulled them tautly. After a long moment, Billy raised his head, one hand resting on Dom's bearded cheek. "You're tired. We'll go inside and rest. I'll tell the guys that the barbeque is cancelled."
Dom laughed and moved his head so that he was able to press wet kisses into the palm of Billy's hand. "I'm
not tired, and we're not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong."
"I was worried," Billy admitted, looking into Dom's eyes for any sign of fatigue. He was shocked to see them livelier and happier than they had been in the past few days. "You were gone for a long time, and I didn't know if you had gotten tired, or hurt, or…" Billy's voice trailed off as he swallowed and blinked back a few tears.
Dom framed Billy's face with his hands and kissed his eyelids softly tasting the salty, unshed tears that clung to his lashes.
"I'm sorry, Billy," he murmured "I didn't realize that you'd worry."
"Of course I'd worry, you daft git. You've been so sick; this is the longest you've been away from me since it happened." Billy pressed his face against Dom's chest and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I knew you'd be alright, the King wouldn't let anything happen to you, but I was worried anyway."
"I'm sorry." Dom kissed the top of Billy's head, rocking side-to-side slowly. "Is it bad of me to think that your protectiveness is sexy?"
"Dominic Monaghan!" Billy tilted his head back and looked at his best friend, lover, life. "No, it's not bad, fool of a took! Now tell me, what were you and Mr. Mortensen up to?"
Billy saw Dom swallow and shift his eyes to the left, classic signs that he was about to lie. "Oh, nothing. Just took some pictures." He brought one hand to his mouth, yawning. "Hmm, maybe I am a bit tired. Why don't we head back to the house?"
Billy moved to fit under Dom's arm, pressed along his side, and Dom's arm wrapped around his shoulder, his own arm across Dom's back as they walked.
"Want to take a nap, or am I invited?"
"I don't need a nap. I can rest on the swing set, while you guys set up the barbeque." They walked slowly towards the house, the light from a small fire pit and the laughter of their friends welcoming them.
"Thank God, you're alive!" Elijah joked as he came out of the house holding a tray of raw meat. "I was about to call the Coast Guard, FBI, CIA…"
"Don't forget the National Guard and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police," Orlando chimed in.
Billy helped Dom to the swing, ignoring his friends teasing. "Don't listen to them, Dommeh. It wasn't that bad."
"Like hell it wasn't," Elijah grumbled. "I thought your eyes were going to cross from staring at the clock so long."
"Really?" Dom reached out an arm and stroked Billy's thigh comfortingly. "I should have thought that you'd worry," he murmured, leaning against Billy as he stepped closer. He pressed his face against Billy's belly, his words vibrating against Billy's shirt as he spoke. "You've taken such good care of me; I didn't mean to worry you."
"Don't fret about me, Dom, it's all okay really," Billy spoke carding his fingers through Dom's hair.
"I want to fret, just like you want to worry. It's what people do when they're in love, isn't it? They worry about each other. Take care of each other." Dom breath was hot as it seeped through Billy's t-shirt, causing the older man to shiver involuntarily.
The patio door opened and Viggo stepped out in faded jeans and a palm-tree covered shirt. His camera hung loosely from his neck, and before Billy or Dom could react, he had already placed them in the viewfinder and captured them on film.
"So what took you guys so long?" Elijah asked, turning over a piece of steak on the bbq. "'Cuz you guys were gone an awfully long time."
Dom nuzzled against Billy's belly, his arms wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer, his fingers sliding under Billy's shirt and stroking the warm skin there.
"Nothing really, it didn't seem to be so long. We didn't mean to make you worry," Dom said softly. "We watched the sun for a while, and Vig took some pictures."
"It's okay, Dommie," Billy replied. "You don't have to explain."
Dom hummed his understanding, his fingers pushing the fabric of Billy's t-shirt up slightly, exposing a thin strip of tanned skin. He licked the patch of skin before blowing on it gently, causing the hair on Billy's arms to stand on end.
"Is it bedtime yet?" he mumbled, tongue dipping into the small indentation in Billy's stomach.
"Soon, love, soon." Billy shifted, hoping that the darkness would be able to hide his rapidly growing erection.
Orlando and Viggo stood at the fire pit, beers in hand, watching the display with amusement in their eyes. Elijah joined them, rolling his eyes, and making gagging noises. "I'll say twenty that they don't even make it through dinner. Who's on?"
"They'll make it through dinner and later," Viggo replied "Dom is nervous about his musical abilities, but he wants to try." He watched as Dom licked Billy's quivering belly, Billy's hands gently touching Dom's shoulders and caressing his back.
"I think they'll disappear and come back," Orlando replied "Welcome to our lives this week, King."
"Expressions of love are a beautiful thing. Perhaps you two wouldn't be alone if you understood that," Viggo said as he raised an eyebrow at them.
"So," Elijah quickly changed the subject. "What did take you so long?"
Viggo looked at him, a glint in his eyes. "Dominic and I were spending some quality time together, like he has said,I'm sure, numerous times." He tilted his head back and drank some beer, a small smile on his lips.
"Come on," Elijah whined, one foot stomping in the sand for emphasis. "You can tell me. You were gone for four hours. I know you; you didn't take enough film for four hours of photography."
Orlando held back a laugh, bringing the beer bottle to his lips instead. While he too was dying to know what had occurred during the walk, he was a little more subtle than Elijah.
"Is it that important that you know what we spoke about?" Viggo asked Elijah, who nodded his head rapidly. "Fine then, I'll tell you."
"Have your secrets, King." Orlando answered slowly, glaring at Elijah as he spoke.
"Nope," Elijah almost whined. "I want to know. If something is wrong, I want to know before it hits the fan."
"Nothing will be hitting the fan, Ringbearer," Viggo spoke softly.
"With that pair, you can never be sure." Elijah spoke seriously turning his eyes towards the entwined couple. Billy had sunk to his knees in front of Dom, their bodies pressed close as they kissed.
"I am," Viggo stated enigmatically.
"For God's sake, just tell us," Elijah growled.
"Your meat is burning," Viggo said nonchalantly. Elijah turned around to see black smoke billowing out from the barbeque. He cursed out loud and ran to the grill, arms attempting to waft away the smoke.
"You're going to have to tell him something," Orlando told Viggo. "He's a persistent bugger."
Viggo looked from Elijah to Dom and Billy. The pair had somehow moved so that Dom now laid out top of Billy, and Billy's hand was lost somewhere underneath the dark sweater. The crackle of the fire was accompanied by soft, wet kissing noises.
"If all goes according to plan," Viggo said, turning away from the couple, "there'll be nothing to tell."
"Plan?" Orli asked "What plan?" He paused, running his hand through his brown curls. "Don't worry, I don't think I want to know." He turned back to watch Dom and Billy. They were still kissing, but Billy had rolled them onto their sides, his arm cradling Dom's neck, supporting his head with his hand as his other hand rested on Dom's denim covered hip, fingers swirling ineffectually across the fabric. One of Dom's hands cupped Billy's face, his arm trapped between their bodies, his other hand caressing up and down Billy's back under his t-shirt, and one leg curved over Billy's thigh, pulling him closer as they kissed wetly.
"God, I hope I find someone who loves me like that," Orlando murmured.
"Don't worry, Orli." Viggo swung an arm around the younger man's shoulder, pulling him into his side. "That special girl is out there. You'll find her."
Orlando's shoulder visibly slumped. "Yeah. Her."
Viggo looked at Orlando through the corner of his eye. Orlando's head was bent, long brown curls hiding his eyes, lower lip pulled between his teeth. Viggo exhaled, wondering when 'match-maker' had been placed on his resume.
"You will. I should go and check on the Ringbearer. He's been inside the house for far too long." Viggo pulled on a curl and began to walk to the house. He stopped and looked back to Orlando. "You should come back to Idaho with me. Dave will be visiting, and I have an exhibition to set-up. You can keep him company when I'm not there."
Without waiting for an answer, Viggo climbed the stairs, stopping momentarily to look at the two hobbits on the swing set. Although there were two heads, their bodies seemed to have morphed into one, and it appeared that they had grown some extra arms, with all the clutching and petting taking place.
"Oxygen, gentlemen," Viggo advised. "It's a wonderful thing."
Dom lifted his head for the briefest of moments "Vig, we're being environmentally friendly," he chuckled. "We're sharing oxygen."
"That's water, you great git," Billy explained, pressing a kiss against the corner of Dom's mouth.
"We can do that too later if you like?" Dom waggled his eyebrows as he gazed into Billy's eyes.
"Dinner will be ready soon hobbits," Viggo laughed. "If you're still hungry."
"We're good, thanks," Dom said dismissively, hand already working its way back under Billy's t-shirt.
Billy giggled as Dom's fingers tweaked a nipple. "Actually, we're starving. I'll come in and help." He kissed Dom quickly, biting the protruding bottom lip. "Food gives you energy, and you'll need a lot of energy tonight," he whispered in Dom's ear. Dom grabbed Billy's hand and pulled him back for a quick(,) hard kiss, his fingers tangling in Billy's hair as he pulled him closer.
"Then maybe I should eat well," he murmured against Billy's lips.
Billy felt Dom's grin against his lips before he dipped his head and caught Dom's bottom lip in his teeth again, tugging at it gently before pulling away.
"Maybe I should, too," Billy whispered before he straightened and followed Viggo into the house, winking at Dom as he slipped through the door.
The two men worked silently for a few minutes, gathering utensils and condiments. Viggo passed Elijah a loaded tray and indicated with a slight movement of his head that he wished for the Ringbearer to leave.
Muttering under his breath about modern day slavery, Elijah slid out the door, closing it behind him.
"You know that I'd never put Dom in harms way?" Viggo said, breaking the comfortable silence.
"I know. It was silly for me to worry," Billy said, embarrassed.
"And I'd never put you in harms way, either," Viggo continued. "I'm going to do everything I can so that the two of you remain this happy."
"I know." Billy nodded. "It was wrong of me to not trust you with him." He paused. "It's just….I've been the one looking after him; I've been with him practically every minute." Billy trailed off. "He's so important to me, Vig. I want to be there when his memory comes back. I need to see his face, to know if he hates me."
"That will not be an option, my wee hobbit."
Billy frowned. "Why not? I certainly hate me."
"Then you obviously don't love yourself as much as young Master Brandybuck," Viggo said sagely, leaning against the counter. "I've spent the past four hours listening to how great and wonderful and perfect you are. If I didn't know otherwise, I'd be convinced that you walked on water."
"This is the exact reason why he's going to hate me so much. It will shatter this image that he has of me. He's going to remember that we were just friends. He's going to know just how badly I've betrayed everything we've meant to each other and he's going to hate everything about me." Billy sighed. "It's a no win situation, Vig. Face it. I have."
"The way I see it, it's nothing but win-win, and it's not like our optimistic, inquisitive Pippin to be cynical about something so dear to him."
"That's because I'm older and wiser than our foolish hobbit," Billy muttered.
"You know that's crap, Boyd," Viggo spoke firmly. "You just don't want to see that there is another outcome." He paused, until Billy looked up at him. "You can't or won't see that maybe he'll remember, and he'll know exactly how much it took for you to go along with his subconscious. He'll see just how deeply you do love him, and love you even more because of that."
"Or he'll hate me, Viggo." Billy took in a shaky breath, voice cracking. "He'll hate me so much and never want anything to do with me. And I'll die, Vig. I swear to God, I'm going to die by the time this is through."
Billy slumped forward and walked tiredly into Viggo's open arms. His tears were warm, and soaked through the colourful Hawaiian-print shirt.
"Go on, let it out," Viggo soothed, knowing that much of these tears were remnants from the accident. "He's not going to hate you. Dom's incapable of hating anyone, especially you. You should know that by now."
Billy nodded against Viggo's chest, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. "Hands off my boyfriend," a familiar voice teased. Billy spun around to see Dom leaning against the patio door, his smile falling when he noticed Billy's tear-streaked face.
Dom's smiling face crumbled into a frown as he watched Billy wipe at the tear tracks on his cheeks, smiling shyly at Dom.
"What the hell did you say to him, Viggo?" Dom walked around the edge of the kitchen counter and opened his arms to Billy who sank into them willingly, pressing his cheek against the warmth of Dom's chest, his heartbeat thudding comfortingly against his face.
"My fault, I'm afraid, Dom," Billy murmured, closing his arms around Dom's waist. "I was telling Viggo about your accident, I guess I wasn't really ready to talk about it."
"He's quite certain that you were destined to leave him," Viggo explained as he moved to stand behind Dom, wrapping his arms carefully around the entwined duo and pulled them back against his chest. "You both need to have faith that you are forever joined now, whatever happens." He murmured against Dom's hair then pulled away. "Come hobbits, it's time to eat." He walked out of the kitchen, expecting them to follow.
Dom held back, not letting go of Billy. "You're not destined to lose me. After all we've been through in our lives, to somehow end up in New Zealand, together. It's fate. We were meant to be together, Bills."
"The fates are sometimes cruel, Dommeh."
"Not with us. I've beat my addiction, we've gotten over deaths in our families, we've passed all their tests. We've won. We get to be happy now."
"I am happy, Dom." Billy kissed him slowly, backing him up against the counter. "I'm happy, I'm with the man that I love beyond life itself, and he loves me." His hands moved to cup Dom's buttocks and pull him closer, grinding their hips together, his ever-present erection nudging against Dom. "I'm just waiting for Fate to fuck with me."
"Don't think I don't know you're trying to distract me." Dom slid his hand down the waistband of Billy's loose jeans, surprised to encounter bare flesh. "It won't work you know. This isn't over. We need to talk about this, because I hate the way it gets you down." He leaned down to suckle tightly on Billy's neck, leaving a red mark on his skin. "But I'm hungry for you and for dinner, so later, we will talk." His long fingers slid across the curve of Billy's buttocks, tracing across the sensitive skin, he laughed low in his throat as Billy's legs spread for him, letting his fingers roam freely.
Billy groaned as one of Dom's fingers slipped between the crack of his cheeks and rested against his entrance. The pad of the finger rubbed gently before pushing in slightly. Billy didn't know whether to push back onto the finger or forward to relieve the pressure in his groin.
"Baby, we should…ugh…we need to stop," Billy finally managed to say. "We have guests…"
Dom rolled his hips twice, enjoying the sounds that came out of Billy's mouth. "Dinner, two songs, and then bed. That's the deal." He waited for Billy to agree before releasing the older man.
Billy straightened his clothes, even though he was certain that their friends knew what had just happened. "Deal," he agreed, holding out his hand, and smiling when Dom clasped it tightly. They shared another tender kiss before slipping out into the backyard.
Billy pressed his lips to Dom's as they stepped through the door into the waning sunlight. "I love you," he murmured before pulling Dom after him down to the sandy expanse of beach, ignoring the knowing gazes of their friends.
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One thing;
This sounds distinctly not-British. Maybe it's the "dude.'
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Thank you for the compliment; Viggo is dreamy, isn't he?
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I want to see them and I want more of this fic...now!
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It's a truly great story, I'm totally hooked and check everyday for a new chapter. Keep 'em coming!
Hugs to you.
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i love the way that viggo just comes in and takes control and everyone .....mmmm, naked billy pics....
nope, not going to work. good job, ladies! ;D
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Wondering just what Dom and Viggo were up to??? Will we find out? I'm still abit scared about whats gonna happen when Dom gets his memory back, dunno about it killing Billy, but it would deffinatly kill me if Dom does hate him.
This was really sweet and hot at the same time, I love it! Cant wait for the next part! More hottness? Please?
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Dom and Viggo? They were talking
and snogging...just talking ;)Now do you really think I'd let anyone hurt my Billy? Come on! I'd kick Dom in the shins, yes, I would!
Yes, more hotness on its way...i think!
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Dom and Viggo? Snogging? Could be hot. I didnt just say that. omg!Oh well thats good ti know, at least Billy wont be getting too badly hurt! But what about Dom? Please dont hurt Dom!
More hotness can only be good! Very, very good!
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"We're going to have roasted hobbit and elf for dinner," Billy grumbled
bwahahaha. there you go, making with teh funny. :grin:
Billy saw Dom swallow and shift his eyes to the left, classic signs that he was about to lie. "Oh, nothing. Just took some pictures."
hmmm. could it be that Billy is now going to be the one getting nudie pics?? :pleeeeeease?:
Orlando's shoulder visibly slumped. "Yeah. Her."
well well well. what do you two naughty minxes have up your sleeve? it seems the King is waaay ahead, as usual. dave, huh? hmmmm. the plot thickens. :grin:
there is so much gentle humor, warmth and love woven throughout this story. i can't believe you posted another chapter so quickly, but i sure appreciate it! what a wonderful thing to discover on a cold and dreary saturday morning. Thanks!
kerry =)
btw, i could just bop [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] with a feather pillow. what's with this thinking you're not a good writer, hmmm? i swear to pete, i've been hearing this more and more, and usually with the really good writers. i'm just gonna keep my pillow handy, and thwap away. you've been warned. *grin*
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We tried to add some humour into the story, otherwise it would have been "Woe Dom doesn't love me" "Woe Billy doesn't love me".
Nudie pics? I have no recollection of any nudie pics. None at all :P
I have nothing up my sleeve *checks* Nope. There's nothing there ;) Dave doesn't get enough love in Lotrips. We're equal opportunity slashers.
Heeey! What did I doo? Bopping me with a feather pillow. I'll start crying emo tears, oh yes I will! Hee
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This was my first attempt at writing a real story (can't believe Suzy took the chance, yikes!) and I'm still very nervous about it. The long breaks between postings were completely my fault. I think that's why Suzy's decided to take over posting duties :P
It makes me stress just a little less when we get comments like this. I don't suck! Yay!!!
of course you don't suck! *grin*
:more pillow thumping, but gently, natch:
you guys have been able to do something special, in that it's impossible to tell there are two different writers for this piece. i don't know if you're each taking a character and sticking with that one for the duration of the story, if you take turns writing a chapter, or go back and forth every other paragraph. that's what makes this so amazing. the styles compliment each other (and, frankly, more importantly, stay true to the nature of the characters you're writing).
btw, Bopping me with a feather pillow. I'll start crying emo tears, oh yes I will! Hee *snicker* lemme splain things to you the way i did to my daughter a few years back when she was seven and trying some emo tears on me to get her way over something. i sat her down, took her hand in mine, looked her right in the eye and told her, "sweetheart, let me tell you one of those secrets about being a woman. tears never work on other women". she looked up at me, got the most mischievous smile on her face, and my hand to jebus, she said (as her tears mysteriously dried) "eh, it was worth a shot". 7, she was 7! (she's a Leo and a natural born drama queen) :grin:
so, baby, hit me with your best crocodile tears. lemme just get the popcorn before the show starts. ;p *giggle* *snicker*
*hugs*
kerry =)
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i am so into this fic, and I have my fingers crossed for a happy ending. I'm glad that Viggo is around to be the voice of reason. This Dom and Billy are so perfect for each other, its lovely to read!
cant wait for more!
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Dom and Billy are always perfect for each. *squooshes OTP together*
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*joins in hugging otp*
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Viggo will always be "the King" won't he.
Glad that you're enjoying the fic, we had a blast writing it.