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.
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I like all the little side-notes in the brackets. Very cool.
one note: "I have to," should be "I have too,"
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It always changes my fucking writing. I'm gonna sue LOL.
I can't write more...can't...stop...coughing...*dies*
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Let me know if you get any money out of Microsoft. *g*
Aww. *pets you*
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if Charlie can, so can I! But he DID have aspirin!!!! I could, I could! *trips*From:
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I could, I could! *trips* omfg, I laughed so hard at that.
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LOL. Really? I didn't think it was that funny, but anything for the fans *bows* You see how arrogant and egotistical I am? At least Taylor doesn't talk about herself in 3rd person like Dom. Oh shite.
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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!!!
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I am. It was the damn Olive Garden guy that looked like John Lennon *drools*
LMFAO. I am VERY clumsy. I trip over everything.
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LOL!!
I can see you like that. I should go watch this lost thingy while I'm still alone and free. ttyl!
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LMFAO. GO GO and tell me how it is!!!
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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*
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