Title: Time to Shine
Author: Yours truly.
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: Light R
Summary: Billy never gets what he wants...until now [or does he?]
Disclaimer: Didn't invent these boys [that'd be awesome, though...if I had indeed invent them...] and don't know them [life sucks and we know it]. But it's fun to write about them together, but not like that.



I dream a lot. It's not normal, the way I dream. You're not supposed to dream every night about the same thing, are you? Because I do and...well, I kind of like it. In between the worrying of why the hell I'm dreaming this kind of thing and how to interpret it, I think about what I dream about. And what I'd like to do to him when I get him alone.


 


I could sit here and tell you every reason why I love him, but that'd take years and I doubt you have time to sit here and listen. After all, life is full of busybodies like yourself...hell, even me. But, I can narrow it down to a few if you'd like.


 


I can't get enough of him, you see. [like a fucking drug, Dominic Monaghan] There's nothing I like more than pressing his body against a counter, wall, table, etc...anything I get him close enough to so that he can't get away. The way he grins down at me from a small height difference... the way he gasps when I whisper to him in his ear every dirty little thing I'm going to give him...shite. Another reporter wanting another interview. Always getting in the fucking way.


 


I go to my next interview, watching the way he sways his hips just to taunt me. I can practically see him smile as I sit down and talk, never knowing what I'm really saying, just speaking. The only thing I've got on my mind is Dom [and how I'm going to fuck him into next Wednesday].


 


Finally, the interview's over and I go outside, passing Elijah and his insistent, "Hey, Billy, wanna grab a bite to eat?" with a simple, "Piss off, Wood" as I make my way to the nearest alley. I fall back against the wall, gasping for air. I always have a panic attack when I know the moment's soon to come.


 


My mobile vibrates in my pocket. I fish it out and Dom's left a text saying to meet him in his trailer. I swallow hard, throwing my head back against the brick wall. I know the way this is going to end. It always ends the same: Dom ends up taking control and I'm never satisfied enough. No. Can't let it happen. No. Not again.


 


Composing myself, I make my way down into the mass of trailers, passing my own [secretly wishing I could just curl up and hide inside] before stopping in front of Dom's. I swallow again, hands shoved in pockets [you know he'll have his hands preoccupied there soon, Boyd]. And I know this time has to be different.


 


I knock twice [our signature greeting] and open the door, walking in slowly. It's quiet [oh God, it's a funeral] and I don't see him anywhere. I open my mouth, licking my lips, but I have a feeling there's no need to ask where he is.


 


I feel to arms encircle my waist and a pair of soft lips press against the base of my neck [gather some courage, Boyd], making me weak in the knees. Sweet Jesus, I've been waiting for this all day...


 


"I have to," he whispers, lips now on my ear. I must've said it aloud...


 


"Oh, Billy...what beautiful hips you have. Why keep them hidden from the world?" he teases, fingers grazing the spots where my waist is uncovered. I close my eyes, falling back against his chest [always a bottom, Boyd. always]. I have to change this around. I have to. [so do it]


 


I grab his wrists and turn around, seeing the shocked look on his face turn to that cheeky grin that makes anyone melt.


 


"What're you doing, Bills?" he asks and I just smile, pushing him back on the couch [score!]. He looks up at me, that confused look on his face and I can't help but grin.


 


"You're always in charge, Dominic. Now, it's my turn," I explain, shortly and sweetly. He licks his lips, propping himself up on his elbows.


 


"Oh really?" he asks, being bold. I nod, crawling on top of him and straddling his lap.


 


"Yes. Really, really," I say, planting a kiss on those lips that always turned me into mush and never gave me a chance to shine [shine on, love].


 


"Billy...I don't--" he starts protesting [he's just pissed that he can't have it his way] and I grip his wrists tightly in my hands.


 


"Shut up, Monaghan. I've gone so many times with having you take control of me [and loved it] but it's my turn..." I say and watch a flicker of hurt flash through those eyes. I know I've got him now [whether he likes it or not].


 


By the time I've got his shirt unbuttoned, lips flushed from a proper snog [i'm proud of this, thank you] and his hair all messed up, I finally pull away from the neverending kiss we'd been sharing for the past ten minutes.


 


"Oh, Billy...d-don't stop...not now," he breathes and I smile, pressing my lips back against his. My hands dive deeper down his body, gripping his arousal through his jeans [always one with the details, eh?] and I practically go over the edge when I hear him moan in pure delight. [I've hit the right spot, haven't I, Dommie?]



 Knock, knock.



 


"Fucking hell!" I scream into his shoulder, feeling my body shake with need [that's going to be satisfied alone again...] as a voice calls out, "Mr. Monaghan, you're needed for your three o'clock interview."


 


Everyone's out to get me. I know it.



From: [identity profile] silentdescant.livejournal.com


CLIFFHANGER!!! write. more. now. *g*

I like all the little side-notes in the brackets. Very cool.


one note: "I have to," should be "I have too,"

From: [identity profile] silentdescant.livejournal.com


I hate when it formats stuff automatically too! It's like, I want it the way it is so QUIT CHANGING IT!!!!!

Let me know if you get any money out of Microsoft. *g*

Aww. *pets you*
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From: [identity profile] silentdescant.livejournal.com


Yeah, like aspirin really helped him a lot. I always believed he did give it up though, even when everyone else was like "Oh, he's using again!"

I could, I could! *trips* omfg, I laughed so hard at that.

From: [identity profile] silentdescant.livejournal.com


Yeah, I liked him when he was on heroin. He was... angsty-er. More desperate.

Yep, you're too hyper. Definitely.

Well, I think it was hilarious because I can picture you like, jumping up and down and then just falling over like that. *g* LOL!! It's the attack of third-person-perspective!!!

From: [identity profile] silentdescant.livejournal.com


Raquel and I were just talking about that last night! She said she'd probably still watch it because they hooked her in, but I said I'd MAYBE watch it. If Desmond is still on, then I'd watch it, but if both Charlie and Desmond were gone, I don't think I would.

LOL!!

I can see you like that. I should go watch this lost thingy while I'm still alone and free. ttyl!

From: [identity profile] silentdescant.livejournal.com


Yeah, same for me.

The show thingy was okay. They didn't really talk about Charlie, other than to mention him in relation to Claire. But they did seem to show a fair amount of clips of him. Not many from season 2, though, it was mostly season 1 clips. But still. Dom = hot, so I don't mind. *g*

From: [identity profile] rane-ab.livejournal.com


Ooh, this is quite lovely! I especially liked the brackets, they worked really well. And the funny ending! It made me smile very hard. :D

From: [identity profile] rainbowcobweb.livejournal.com


OMG, I haven't seen toppy Dom in MONTHS. Hee, thanks so much, I enjoyed this. :)
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