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hygher.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jul. 27th, 2006 03:25 pm)I wrote this a really long time ago for a challenge and I never posted it here...I doubt any of oyu remember me because I don't write to much anymore, just lurk mostly. Anyway, let me know what you think.
Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit'
Billy/Dom (LOTR Rips)
PG
1021 words
Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit'
Billy/Dom (LOTR Rips)
PG
1021 words
“My mother used to make the best stewed rabbit, herbs and everything. What I wouldn‘t give to eat it just one more time. ” Billy said as he scanned over the sushi menu that the waitress had placed before him. He settled on ordering two shrimp rolls, a few California roles and some yellowtail.
“What reminded you of that?” Dom asked , handing their menus to the waiting server and looking back to Billy who was sitting across the table from him. The lights were dim in the corner booth and Billy’s face was hidden in a shadow, only the very left side of his face was visible.
“Oh I don’t know Dommie. Maybe I can’t imagine my mother ever consuming raw fish willingly.” Billy chuckled. “She would have loved you, you know. She could always appreciate a free spirit and that’s the only way I could ever describe you.” His voice was laced with a tinge of sadness, but he was smiling, the corner of his mouth curled upward.
The food arrived and they ate quietly , allowing the static of nearby conversations to invade the silence and soak into the space between them. They both ate their fill and when they had paid the bill they left.
Dom maneuvered his car through the traffic on the 405 like a true Californian, if not for his accent he could have passed as one. No one would have given his origin a second thought. Billy watched out the window as the burning Los Angeles night dashed by at 75 miles per hour. His breath fogged up a small patch of the window and his forehead occasionally smacked against the solid pane of glass when Dom hit an uneven bit of road.
Dom watched the other man, his eyes darting between his friend and the road in front of him continuously. He wanted to say something, anything to break the silence but he didn’t because for once he didn’t have the right words . In fact he didn’t have any words at all. There was no “I understand mate,” because Dom didn’t understand, he couldn’t. He’d just talked to his mother yesterday. He had whined about gas prices and talked about his hiatus from work, how he loved the city, missed the grit and grime and smog and smut when he was away filming on the pristine beaches of Hawaii.
Instead he just reached over and took Billy’s hand in his own, his thumb rubbing wide circles along Billy’s hand and index finger as he exited the highway where it spilled out onto Sepulveda Boulevard.
A few turns later Dom pulled into his driveway, paused to make sure the gate closed completely behind them and then drove up to the front entrance where he cut the engine. He waited, not knowing exactly how to act, what to do.
“Thank you Dominic,” Bill whispered into the quiet. He leaned toward Dom and cupped the younger man’s crooked jaw in his palm. He kissed him, waiting for Dom to respond, hoping that he hadn’t crossed the line. That thin almost invisible trip wire that held their friendship floating safely in the air. Dom kissed back and the wire broke. They both plummeted toward the ground only to be caught by another string, one newly formed with the remnants of the first wire and threaded together with new promises. Billy pulled away and leaned his forehead against Dom’s more prominent brow.
“Come on Bills, let’s get you in bed. You’ve had a long day.” Dom pulled him from the passenger side of the car and through the front door. “Go up to my room and lay down. I’ll be up in a minute.” Billy obeyed, exhaustion evident in his slowed movements and flawed grace; he tripped twice on his way up the stairs.
Dom jogged to the kitchen a filled up a glass with cold water from the refrigerator. He popped open the cap of the Tylenol bottle and poured two into his hand . He put the bottle down on the counter where he had found it and went upstairs, taking the steps 2 at a time and sloshing some of the water out of the cup.
Billy lay in the bed, sheets pulled up around his waist, his chest bare. “Take these, you have a headache.” Before Billy could ask how Dom had known Dom ran his finger across a specific crease that ran from Billy’s hairline to the bridge of his nose, crossing the other lines on his furrowed brow. “That’s the headache line.” Billy sat up and took the medicine as well as the water from Dom and swallowed the medicine.
“Come to bed Dom…?” Billy inquired, mildly hesitant, still testing the hold of the newly formed tightrope.
“Just a minute Bills. I’ve got to brush my teeth.” Moments later Dom emerged from the bathroom in a pair of plaid boxers. He shut off the lights and climbed under the down coverlet, sliding in until Billy’s lithe back stretched along his chest and his arm looped around the older man’s waist. Dom’s hand ran comforting circles on Billy’s stomach, straying to run over his chest at random intervals. He pressed kisses to Billy’s freckled shoulder and along the slender column of his neck.
Billy turned a little and kissed Dom, in slow sweeping strokes. Bill finally pulled away. “I’ll make you stewed rabbit Dom. It won’t be as good as my mum’s but you’ll enjoy it just the same. I wish she could have known you. God It’s good to know you.” He turned in Dom’s arms and placed his head on his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to Dom‘s sternum before settling in , his entire body aligned perfectly with Dom‘s, their legs entangled.
“Thank you Bill,” Dom whispered against Billy’s ear and then he placed a kiss on Billy’s temple, pulling him flush against his chest. “Tomorrow we’ll make rabbit stew with garlic and thyme and oregano.” Billy’s breath ghosted across Dom’s chest. After a few minutes it evened out as Billy fell asleep with Dom wrapped around him.
“What reminded you of that?” Dom asked , handing their menus to the waiting server and looking back to Billy who was sitting across the table from him. The lights were dim in the corner booth and Billy’s face was hidden in a shadow, only the very left side of his face was visible.
“Oh I don’t know Dommie. Maybe I can’t imagine my mother ever consuming raw fish willingly.” Billy chuckled. “She would have loved you, you know. She could always appreciate a free spirit and that’s the only way I could ever describe you.” His voice was laced with a tinge of sadness, but he was smiling, the corner of his mouth curled upward.
The food arrived and they ate quietly , allowing the static of nearby conversations to invade the silence and soak into the space between them. They both ate their fill and when they had paid the bill they left.
Dom maneuvered his car through the traffic on the 405 like a true Californian, if not for his accent he could have passed as one. No one would have given his origin a second thought. Billy watched out the window as the burning Los Angeles night dashed by at 75 miles per hour. His breath fogged up a small patch of the window and his forehead occasionally smacked against the solid pane of glass when Dom hit an uneven bit of road.
Dom watched the other man, his eyes darting between his friend and the road in front of him continuously. He wanted to say something, anything to break the silence but he didn’t because for once he didn’t have the right words . In fact he didn’t have any words at all. There was no “I understand mate,” because Dom didn’t understand, he couldn’t. He’d just talked to his mother yesterday. He had whined about gas prices and talked about his hiatus from work, how he loved the city, missed the grit and grime and smog and smut when he was away filming on the pristine beaches of Hawaii.
Instead he just reached over and took Billy’s hand in his own, his thumb rubbing wide circles along Billy’s hand and index finger as he exited the highway where it spilled out onto Sepulveda Boulevard.
A few turns later Dom pulled into his driveway, paused to make sure the gate closed completely behind them and then drove up to the front entrance where he cut the engine. He waited, not knowing exactly how to act, what to do.
“Thank you Dominic,” Bill whispered into the quiet. He leaned toward Dom and cupped the younger man’s crooked jaw in his palm. He kissed him, waiting for Dom to respond, hoping that he hadn’t crossed the line. That thin almost invisible trip wire that held their friendship floating safely in the air. Dom kissed back and the wire broke. They both plummeted toward the ground only to be caught by another string, one newly formed with the remnants of the first wire and threaded together with new promises. Billy pulled away and leaned his forehead against Dom’s more prominent brow.
“Come on Bills, let’s get you in bed. You’ve had a long day.” Dom pulled him from the passenger side of the car and through the front door. “Go up to my room and lay down. I’ll be up in a minute.” Billy obeyed, exhaustion evident in his slowed movements and flawed grace; he tripped twice on his way up the stairs.
Dom jogged to the kitchen a filled up a glass with cold water from the refrigerator. He popped open the cap of the Tylenol bottle and poured two into his hand . He put the bottle down on the counter where he had found it and went upstairs, taking the steps 2 at a time and sloshing some of the water out of the cup.
Billy lay in the bed, sheets pulled up around his waist, his chest bare. “Take these, you have a headache.” Before Billy could ask how Dom had known Dom ran his finger across a specific crease that ran from Billy’s hairline to the bridge of his nose, crossing the other lines on his furrowed brow. “That’s the headache line.” Billy sat up and took the medicine as well as the water from Dom and swallowed the medicine.
“Come to bed Dom…?” Billy inquired, mildly hesitant, still testing the hold of the newly formed tightrope.
“Just a minute Bills. I’ve got to brush my teeth.” Moments later Dom emerged from the bathroom in a pair of plaid boxers. He shut off the lights and climbed under the down coverlet, sliding in until Billy’s lithe back stretched along his chest and his arm looped around the older man’s waist. Dom’s hand ran comforting circles on Billy’s stomach, straying to run over his chest at random intervals. He pressed kisses to Billy’s freckled shoulder and along the slender column of his neck.
Billy turned a little and kissed Dom, in slow sweeping strokes. Bill finally pulled away. “I’ll make you stewed rabbit Dom. It won’t be as good as my mum’s but you’ll enjoy it just the same. I wish she could have known you. God It’s good to know you.” He turned in Dom’s arms and placed his head on his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to Dom‘s sternum before settling in , his entire body aligned perfectly with Dom‘s, their legs entangled.
“Thank you Bill,” Dom whispered against Billy’s ear and then he placed a kiss on Billy’s temple, pulling him flush against his chest. “Tomorrow we’ll make rabbit stew with garlic and thyme and oregano.” Billy’s breath ghosted across Dom’s chest. After a few minutes it evened out as Billy fell asleep with Dom wrapped around him.
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What a lovely description. I liked this a lot, with its quiet sadness and hope, and especially the "God It's good to know you" bit.
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That thin almost invisible trip wire that held their friendship floating safely in the air. Dom kissed back and the wire broke. They both plummeted toward the ground only to be caught by another string, one newly formed with the remnants of the first wire and threaded together with new promises.i>
Beautiful.