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Title: A Kiss Is Just A Kiss
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, they are not mine. Just these mini-voodoo dolls that resemble them are mine!
Summary: Dom heard that Viggo kissed Billy. And after about five stages of grieving, figures some things out.
Notes: Inspired ages ago and finally written.
1. Denial .
“Did you hear?” Elijah stuck his head inside the trailer at the ungodly hour of five in the morning, catching Dom in the middle of a very large, world-threatening yawn. “Oh god,” he bounded inside, the door slamming behind him and shutting out the intruding six-AM light that accompanied him. “Vig totally kissed Bill,” he relayed with unending enthusiasm, giggling in amusement. “Like, for a while!” His eyes were wide with delight.
“Why are you so hyper?” Dom groaned.
“He just got into the gossip loop,” Sean relayed from a chair behind Dom. “You heard, right?”
“I did five seconds ago, care of the ADD gossip express,” Dom arched an eyebrow, staring pointedly at Elijah. “Besides, you actually believe that crap?” he grunted, too early yet for emotions and enunciation. He yawned and slumped down a little more in his chair, careful to keep his feet in the right position. “Why must people insist on boring me when Elijah, you should be putting on the nice music to wake me up.”
Elijah dropped into his chair. “Well, he did.”
“I know,” Sean snorted. “They almost broke my concentration. I nearly went off on them, but then I remembered that Peter would break me.”
Dom sat up slowly, finally waking up – though he’d yet to have his appropriate fix of caffeine. “Waitaminute,” he spoke, words rushing together. “Billy kissed Viggo?” He frowned. “Why?”
They were getting on the very last days of the shoot. It was all winding down and they were all packing up and Dom had been so content to just relax and let it all slide by, parties here and scenes there, an inside joke or two and maybe one more jump off the terrifying heights that Orlando had introduced him to.
“They were giving me ‘inspiration’,” Sean remarked, using the quotation marks. “I could barely keep restrained.”
Dom just stared, giving a small scoff. “It was nothing.” He avoided looking at anyone else, slumping down into his chair again and nursing his coffee. Figures Billy and Vig would put on a show like that and he wouldn’t get to have his name in the lights for another brief stint.
2. Anger.
They were running late again. Dom gave a frustrated growl and pounded on Billy’s trailer door, watching the sun sink down into the horizon as the sky turned inky. “Boyd!” he shouted out. “Get the curlers out of your hair and get out here!”
“Fuck off!” was Billy’s good-natured retort from inside the trailer. “And don’t get your panties in a twist, Monaghan.”
Dom rolled his eyes. Typically, he’d have stripped down to said panties and waved them about in the trailer window, but today, he was not in a stripping mood. Period. He pounded on the door. “I’m going to make you drink American piss!” He was pacing up and down the line of the trailer and wondering what else it would take to get Billy out of there so he could give him a proper talking to.
“You’ll pay for that,” Billy replied, opening the door, smiling winningly at Dom. “What’s all the noise for? Something crawl up your ass and die today?”
It was on the tip of Dom’s tongue to snap at Billy about the other day, about him and Viggo and ask him what the hell he thought he was doing going around kissing fellow castmates, but he just shut up and gave him a terse smirk. “Probably your porridge. That stuff’s vile, Bill.”
“Real funny,” Billy replied dryly. “So, American piss, I think is what I was promised…”
They set off towards the car and Dom didn’t say a word about the kiss all night, but he wasn’t pleased at all and the only time he smiled was when Billy leaned over and coaxed a smile from him, simply by whispering, ‘give us a smile, huh?’
3. Bargaining.
Okay.
Dom tossed and turned in mid-morning, staring up at the ceiling. They’d been rained out and he was in his trailer, staring up at the trailer’s dark ceiling. So, maybe Billy had kissed Viggo and maybe he had a reason for it. It wasn’t like they didn’t have their little adventures as a fellowship of actors and it was just one kiss. It wasn’t like they’d had sex.
Dom sat up immediately.
Maybe they had sex? God, please no. Please tell me that Billy and Viggo did not have sex, Dom prayed to the little picture on the wall of a horse and a puppy, then I will give you…well, I’ll not bug Elijah for a day. It wasn’t that he disapproved. Everyone had urges, didn’t they? It was just that…well, Viggo seemed to be better attuned to his horse than the majority of humanity.
And Billy was Billy.
Dom sighed and turned in his bed once more, trying to get comfortable.
I’ll be nice to Elijah. I’ll be calm. I’ll act like a mature, responsible adult for as long as I can, even if that can only be five minutes, he pleaded. Just please, don’t let them have done the deed.
He didn’t fall asleep for another hour of good, hard pleading.
4. Depression.
Dom winced as someone poked him hard in the side. “My spleen!” he created a good ruckus about it, howling playfully. He turned to see Billy standing there with a tree branch – not an actual one, but it looked like a puppet tree. “Any reason for the domestic abuse?” he asked pleasantly.
“Trying to get a smile,” Billy said, very serious about it – but there was mischief in his eyes. He gestured with the branch about Dom’s face, tracing an invisible smile with the tip of the leafy and all-too-fake piece of tree. “Hold on,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “I think I see something.”
“Bill,” Dom scowled.
Billy just smirked. “And there it is. You, Dominic Monaghan, have had a permanent scowl on your face for days now. Who killed your sense of adventure?” He sat himself down next to Dom, nudging him gently with his shoulder. “Is it because we’re leaving soon?”
Is that why Dom was depressed? Well…no.
“Yeah,” he agreed, all those years of experience and acting there for him, but he bet that he was still a pretty piss-poor liar to Billy. “Yeah, that’s it.” He glanced up and offered Billy an all-too-fake smile and hopped off the table, heading away somewhere else where he won’t have to think about that bloody kiss and whether Billy had enjoyed it when Viggo’s lips had met his.
5. Acceptance.
It was all a big mistake.
Dom laughed to himself, sitting on the stoop of Billy’s porch on a clear night and stared up at the various stars that he never got to become properly acquainted with during the cloudy Northern Hemisphere nights. Billy was making tea and it was an unholy hour of the morning, but it was okay, you know? Billy and Viggo had kissed, sure.
But so had they.
Dom had appeared on Billy’s doorstep and without letting him say a single word, not even, “hello,” Dom had leaned in and cupped Billy’s cheeks, kissing him so hard that they stumbled into the foyer and up against the nearest wall for support. They’d parted after several long moments of hoarse breaths, breathless panting, and small sounds that resembled actual names.
Billy had offered tea and Dom had mocked him for how very British he’d become.
“Here,” Billy’s voice interrupted Dom’s thoughts and he held out a porcelain cup to him, with a small chip in the lip. Dom glanced up to see that he’d left his own little mark in Billy’s lip – a tiny red mark. Billy sat down beside Dom. “What was that all about, then?”
“Guess maybe I came to terms with things,” Dom shrugged it off. “Put down the tea,” he ordered. “I think I need to come to terms again.”
Billy just chuckled to himself and sipped casually at his tea, deliberately driving Dom mad as he rose to his feet and nodded inside.
Dom followed, as he always would.
THE END
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, they are not mine. Just these mini-voodoo dolls that resemble them are mine!
Summary: Dom heard that Viggo kissed Billy. And after about five stages of grieving, figures some things out.
Notes: Inspired ages ago and finally written.
1. Denial .
“Did you hear?” Elijah stuck his head inside the trailer at the ungodly hour of five in the morning, catching Dom in the middle of a very large, world-threatening yawn. “Oh god,” he bounded inside, the door slamming behind him and shutting out the intruding six-AM light that accompanied him. “Vig totally kissed Bill,” he relayed with unending enthusiasm, giggling in amusement. “Like, for a while!” His eyes were wide with delight.
“Why are you so hyper?” Dom groaned.
“He just got into the gossip loop,” Sean relayed from a chair behind Dom. “You heard, right?”
“I did five seconds ago, care of the ADD gossip express,” Dom arched an eyebrow, staring pointedly at Elijah. “Besides, you actually believe that crap?” he grunted, too early yet for emotions and enunciation. He yawned and slumped down a little more in his chair, careful to keep his feet in the right position. “Why must people insist on boring me when Elijah, you should be putting on the nice music to wake me up.”
Elijah dropped into his chair. “Well, he did.”
“I know,” Sean snorted. “They almost broke my concentration. I nearly went off on them, but then I remembered that Peter would break me.”
Dom sat up slowly, finally waking up – though he’d yet to have his appropriate fix of caffeine. “Waitaminute,” he spoke, words rushing together. “Billy kissed Viggo?” He frowned. “Why?”
They were getting on the very last days of the shoot. It was all winding down and they were all packing up and Dom had been so content to just relax and let it all slide by, parties here and scenes there, an inside joke or two and maybe one more jump off the terrifying heights that Orlando had introduced him to.
“They were giving me ‘inspiration’,” Sean remarked, using the quotation marks. “I could barely keep restrained.”
Dom just stared, giving a small scoff. “It was nothing.” He avoided looking at anyone else, slumping down into his chair again and nursing his coffee. Figures Billy and Vig would put on a show like that and he wouldn’t get to have his name in the lights for another brief stint.
2. Anger.
They were running late again. Dom gave a frustrated growl and pounded on Billy’s trailer door, watching the sun sink down into the horizon as the sky turned inky. “Boyd!” he shouted out. “Get the curlers out of your hair and get out here!”
“Fuck off!” was Billy’s good-natured retort from inside the trailer. “And don’t get your panties in a twist, Monaghan.”
Dom rolled his eyes. Typically, he’d have stripped down to said panties and waved them about in the trailer window, but today, he was not in a stripping mood. Period. He pounded on the door. “I’m going to make you drink American piss!” He was pacing up and down the line of the trailer and wondering what else it would take to get Billy out of there so he could give him a proper talking to.
“You’ll pay for that,” Billy replied, opening the door, smiling winningly at Dom. “What’s all the noise for? Something crawl up your ass and die today?”
It was on the tip of Dom’s tongue to snap at Billy about the other day, about him and Viggo and ask him what the hell he thought he was doing going around kissing fellow castmates, but he just shut up and gave him a terse smirk. “Probably your porridge. That stuff’s vile, Bill.”
“Real funny,” Billy replied dryly. “So, American piss, I think is what I was promised…”
They set off towards the car and Dom didn’t say a word about the kiss all night, but he wasn’t pleased at all and the only time he smiled was when Billy leaned over and coaxed a smile from him, simply by whispering, ‘give us a smile, huh?’
3. Bargaining.
Okay.
Dom tossed and turned in mid-morning, staring up at the ceiling. They’d been rained out and he was in his trailer, staring up at the trailer’s dark ceiling. So, maybe Billy had kissed Viggo and maybe he had a reason for it. It wasn’t like they didn’t have their little adventures as a fellowship of actors and it was just one kiss. It wasn’t like they’d had sex.
Dom sat up immediately.
Maybe they had sex? God, please no. Please tell me that Billy and Viggo did not have sex, Dom prayed to the little picture on the wall of a horse and a puppy, then I will give you…well, I’ll not bug Elijah for a day. It wasn’t that he disapproved. Everyone had urges, didn’t they? It was just that…well, Viggo seemed to be better attuned to his horse than the majority of humanity.
And Billy was Billy.
Dom sighed and turned in his bed once more, trying to get comfortable.
I’ll be nice to Elijah. I’ll be calm. I’ll act like a mature, responsible adult for as long as I can, even if that can only be five minutes, he pleaded. Just please, don’t let them have done the deed.
He didn’t fall asleep for another hour of good, hard pleading.
4. Depression.
Dom winced as someone poked him hard in the side. “My spleen!” he created a good ruckus about it, howling playfully. He turned to see Billy standing there with a tree branch – not an actual one, but it looked like a puppet tree. “Any reason for the domestic abuse?” he asked pleasantly.
“Trying to get a smile,” Billy said, very serious about it – but there was mischief in his eyes. He gestured with the branch about Dom’s face, tracing an invisible smile with the tip of the leafy and all-too-fake piece of tree. “Hold on,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “I think I see something.”
“Bill,” Dom scowled.
Billy just smirked. “And there it is. You, Dominic Monaghan, have had a permanent scowl on your face for days now. Who killed your sense of adventure?” He sat himself down next to Dom, nudging him gently with his shoulder. “Is it because we’re leaving soon?”
Is that why Dom was depressed? Well…no.
“Yeah,” he agreed, all those years of experience and acting there for him, but he bet that he was still a pretty piss-poor liar to Billy. “Yeah, that’s it.” He glanced up and offered Billy an all-too-fake smile and hopped off the table, heading away somewhere else where he won’t have to think about that bloody kiss and whether Billy had enjoyed it when Viggo’s lips had met his.
5. Acceptance.
It was all a big mistake.
Dom laughed to himself, sitting on the stoop of Billy’s porch on a clear night and stared up at the various stars that he never got to become properly acquainted with during the cloudy Northern Hemisphere nights. Billy was making tea and it was an unholy hour of the morning, but it was okay, you know? Billy and Viggo had kissed, sure.
But so had they.
Dom had appeared on Billy’s doorstep and without letting him say a single word, not even, “hello,” Dom had leaned in and cupped Billy’s cheeks, kissing him so hard that they stumbled into the foyer and up against the nearest wall for support. They’d parted after several long moments of hoarse breaths, breathless panting, and small sounds that resembled actual names.
Billy had offered tea and Dom had mocked him for how very British he’d become.
“Here,” Billy’s voice interrupted Dom’s thoughts and he held out a porcelain cup to him, with a small chip in the lip. Dom glanced up to see that he’d left his own little mark in Billy’s lip – a tiny red mark. Billy sat down beside Dom. “What was that all about, then?”
“Guess maybe I came to terms with things,” Dom shrugged it off. “Put down the tea,” he ordered. “I think I need to come to terms again.”
Billy just chuckled to himself and sipped casually at his tea, deliberately driving Dom mad as he rose to his feet and nodded inside.
Dom followed, as he always would.
THE END
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and the only time he smile was
I think you want 'the only time he smiled was'.
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That was so very nice. Made me smile :).
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Thank you for reading!