monaboyd | Treasure Hunt: Part Two

Treasure Hunt
RPS: Dominic Monaghan/Billy Boyd
I'm giving it a PG-13 for a wee bit of bad language oh and a slight bit of kink in this chapter.
Summary: Billy gets an interesting package in the post prompting a mad dash to find Dom.
Disclaimer: I really don't know these people. And while I would like to think they are busy organising treasure hunts for each other this is all the work of my rather twisted mind! Also most of the places are real but I wouldn't like to say that either Mr Boyd or Monaghan stayed there, or induldged in kinky games at any point...
Notes: Comments/ constructive crit would be welcome. Go easy though I'm a little frightened...

Treasure Hunt: Part Two
In which Billy unexpectedly meets a friend and the clues start to get a little more interesting.

Billy stepped off the plane head spinning slightly. A lack of sleep, vile food and an extended journey cramped up behind a screaming child was enough to make him wonder if Dom’s much heralded prize was really worth it. ‘Billy!’ Two arms wrapped themselves around Billy’s surprised waist, picking him up from the ground. ‘What the fuck…’ feet back on solid concrete Billy turned pulling Elijah into a hug. ‘What are you…? How did you even know I was here?’ He asked confusedly, ‘I literally brought the ticket and got on the plane…’
Smiling broadly Elijah wrestled Billy’s bag from off his shoulders and walked him towards the exit. ‘All I know is that Dom rang me a few days ago said you would be getting into town and I should be ready to pick you up.’ Billy gave Elijah what he hoped was a very sceptical look. ‘Honest. Billy. I don’t know anything other than that.’ Wearing his most innocent face Elijah continued, ‘I’m supposed to take you for lunch and then drop you off at the uh…’ he ferreted around in his pocket for a scrap of paper, ‘Oh yeah that’s right, you are staying at the Cass Hotel.’

‘And you’re just going to leave me there?’ Billy asked
‘Yup.’

***

A few hours later and after a decent lunch, over which he attempted to get as much information as possible from Elijah (who still kept up the pretence he didn’t know anything), Billy was dutifully checked into the hotel and left to figure out the next clue. Dumping his bag on the floor he checked the room carefully for post-its, Polaroid’s, scraps of paper, anything that might be a potential clue. By seven he was mildly puzzled. At seven-thirty, he started to get a little annoyed. By eight he was sat on the bed totally flummoxed. This was beginning to get infuriating again. His stomach decidedly hungry, he abandoned the search in favour of a hunt for a decent restaurant.

‘Oh Mr Boyd’, the receptionist called as he walked past the front desk, ‘Mr Boyd? We have a fax for you, it, um, it just arrived.’ Slightly breathless and visibly flushed the receptionist walked over to him clutching a folded piece of paper. ‘It’s a little, unusual sir.’ Billy felt the familiar pangs of suspicion creep back, and taking the fax he cautiously unfolded the paper. ‘Thanks.’ The woman evidently a little disappointed turned back to the desk to greet a new guest. The fax had a single image of an empty wardrobe, dozens of coat hangers hanging inside of it. Billy glanced up at the receptionist, who was still staring nosily, in his direction. Ignoring her he examined the picture again. ‘Ah,’ he murmured suddenly spotting the ‘unusual’ part of the message. Hanging amongst the wire coat hangers were a set of handcuffs.

The wardrobe. The only place he hadn’t looked. Dashing back to his room Billy wrenched open the brown wooden doors and found a single, yellow T-shirt hanging within. The wardrobe. Dom was right. He really was rubbish at this treasure hunt thing.

Safety pinned to the inside-tag was another Polaroid, this time featuring both of Dom’s hands, which instead of leather cuffs, had been imaginatively handcuffed together, a small card wedged half under the left wrist. Despite the fact he was alone Billy began to blush. He remembered the last time he had seen that particular pair of handcuffs. On that occasion though they had been fastened around his wrists and formed one part of an elaborate device holding him to the bed. He remembered how Dom had delicately snapped them shut, how his eyes never left Billy’s as he had fixed the cuffs to the headboard. How he had slowly covered Billy’s body in kisses, causing him to quickly forgot the stressful day, forget the fact it wouldn’t be long until Dom had to leave again, forget that they wouldn’t see each other for another few months, forget his own name even…

Forcing himself to ignore that memory, Billy turned his attentions back to the photograph. Most of the card was blacked out leaving a single image in the centre. As he tilted his head to examine the picture closer his mobile started to vibrate violently on the bedside table. ‘How are you getting on?’ Dom asked mischievously.
‘Oh you know, pretty well,’ Billy lied, ‘Nice touch getting Elijah to meet me by the way. Anyone else in on this little game of yours?’
‘Well you know, I aim to please! Wouldn’t want you to get bored with the hunt… even explorers need some familiarity. Keeps them focused on the challenge.’ Dom replied wisely. ‘I only rang to see if you needed any help but if your fine then I’ll get back to what I was doing…’
‘Wait.’ Billy called desperately. ‘I guess if you have nothing to do then, I’ll accept a little help with the next clue.’ Ignoring Dom’s laughter he picked the photo back up and started turning it in different directions. ‘Couldn’t you have found a camera with a zoom?’ he muttered in frustration.

***

On the second morning of the treasure hunt Billy woke up to the sound of knocking. Squinting at the clock (and groaning to see that it was only 7:30) he reluctantly got out of bed to answer the door. ‘Good morning sir.’ It was the receptionist again this time carrying a tray of food. Billy shook his head sleepily, clearly the place was understaffed. ‘I didn’t order..’ he began pausing as he spotted a letter propped up alongside the toast. ‘Never mind.’

The logo on the teabag looked vaguely familiar. Scratching his head distractedly Billy felt around for the photo which had somehow managed to wedge itself under a pile of clothes. The teabag and photo firmly gripped in one hand he tore the envelope open. Inside was a menu for some coffee bar in the city. The address had, helpfully been blacked out, zooming through the rest of the leaflet, Billy noted that different section had been highlighted.
‘Magnolia Cafe is a specialist in imported tea and supplies several hotels in the area including: The Talbott Hotel, The Drake and The Cass Hotel.’

Turning back to the front page he searched for the café’s logo. He checked the card. ‘A-ha’ he exclaimed triumphantly. Hurriedly finishing some breakfast, Billy threw his belongings back into the bag and ran downstairs. Approaching the desk, he smiled at the receptionist: ‘I was wondering if you could help me… I need to get to the Magnolia Café ’