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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: An exploration of friendship though various types of alcohol.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks tosurreality_fan for stepping in to be my temp-beta.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: A huge thanks tosurreality_fan for letting me borrow her theory, and for brainstorming with me. :::squishes you:::
Sunday - Beer
On a rare day off from their busy shooting schedule, the hobbits opt to spend the time together, exploring a wee bit more of New Zealand’s coastline with their surfboards, because according to the weatherman, ‘it’s supposed to be a great day on the waves.’ Others in the Fellowship are invited to join them, but many have already made plans, so it ends up being a smaller group, and nobody complains about that. The four head out early, as they’re becoming accustomed to rising before dawn, and all are glad for a reprieve from Feet, even if it’s for just one day.
They find a quiet spot, where the beach is deserted, the endless ocean stretching out in front of them, and while Sean sets down the cooler he’s brought, Elijah spreads a towel out on the sand. It’s Dom who ventures to the water’s edge first, taking in the smell of the sea, briefly stretching his arms over his head and smiling to himself. He looks over when Billy moves alongside him, and they good-naturedly bump shoulders before looking down in time to watch their bare feet get baptized.
“Hey Bills.”
“Hey Dom.”
“Looks good out there,” Dom comments as he nods his head in the direction of the ocean.
“Aye, it does,” Billy agrees. “It’s a perfect day for it, really.”
“Yeah.”
“Are we going to stand here and look at the water all day, or do you want to go surfing?” Billy asks as Dom slings an arm companionably around his shoulders.
“Surfing,” Dom declares with a firm nod, and then looks behind them. “But only if the birds over there ever finish setting up their bloody picnic.”
A muttered curse and an upturned middle finger from the youngest in their group cause both Dom and Billy to burst out laughing, and a few minutes later, the four hobbits are wading into the ocean with their boards strapped to their ankles. Side by side, they paddle out into the water, and don’t stop until their picnic, as Dom so aptly named it, is but a speck on the beach.
“It’s really too bad that Vig didn’t come today,” Dom muses aloud, drawing the tips of his fingers through the water and then across the black neoprene of his wetsuit. “Water’s nice.”
“I think Peter will kill him if he gets another black eye,” Billy replies, watching at Sean and Elijah nod in agreement. “He may be King, but-”
“Yeah,” Dom adds, remembering how Peter had to make changes in the way he had planned to shoot certain scenes until Viggo’s bruises faded.
“Who wants to go first?” Elijah inquires, shifting restlessly on his board and looking at the waves rolling in.
Sean glances around, and then replies, “I guess that would be you.”
After looking to Dom and Billy for confirmation, Elijah nods his thanks, and then paddles out to catch a wave.
“Dom?” Sean prompts.
“You two can go,” he says. “I’m not in a hurry.”
When Billy beckons Sean to go ahead, he complies, and then it’s just him and Dom, watching the water break and listening to the tide.
“What are you thinking about?” Billy asks. “Besides trying to figure out how to do yoga out here?”
Dom chuckles, his shoulders shaking with mirth and then slaps at the water, playfully splashing the other man. “That’s not what I was thinking, Bills.”
“Then what?” Billy retorts, repeating Dom’s action so their both wet.
“I think it’s going to be a good day,” Dom explains. “And I’m glad you suggested this.”
Billy smiles. “Me, too.”
“You can go first,” Dom adds. “I’ll be right behind you.”
“Okay.”
Rocking on his surf board in the rhythm of the waves, Dom watches Billy catch a curl and ride it in towards the shore, marveling at his grace and agility, the Scotsman’s body looking trim and fit in the neoprene wetsuit. Then, as promised, Dom follows Billy, albeit not quite as impressively, but at least he manages to avoid the humiliation of a spectacular wipe out.
After a brilliant time on the ocean, with plenty of surfing, wipeouts and piss taking, they end up back on the beach, wetsuits discarded before stretching out on the sand, the sun warming their bodies. Food is roasted over an open fire pit, Sean ensuring that everything is cooked though, and refreshments are in the form of beer, the bottles housed in a cooler he’d so thoughtfully brought. As the sun moves across the clear sky and the heat rises, so does their consumption of the liquid.
Feeling parched again, thanks to the hot sun streaming down, Dom scratches absently at his shoulder before rolling over onto his stomach and grabbing a third, or is it his fourth beer? Sand shifts between his toes, and it’s when he digs a wee bit deeper that he finds some relief from the heat, if only temporarily. Dom takes a long pull off his beer bottle and then looks to his left when he realizes someone is watching him, green eyes closed to a squint, shielded by a small hand.
“Hey Bills,” he says with a lazy smile. “Want one?”
“No, I’m okay, but I think you’re getting a wee bit of sun, Dommie-lad,” Billy cautions in reply. “Where’s your shirt?”
“I’m fine,” Dom tells him, waving off the concern as he shifts onto his side and props himself up on his elbow so Billy doesn’t have to turn his head so much. “Good day, yeah?”
Billy chuckles and nods. “Aye. Good day.”
“You’re getting really good out there,” Dom adds, nodding at the ocean. “I meant to tell you that before.”
“Thank you.”
“And?” Dom prompts, arching an eyebrow at the other man, the mouth of the bottle poised at his lips.
“What?”
Dom takes another pull off his beer. “This is where you tell me how much better I’m getting at surfing.”
“But, Dommie,” Billy says with dismay, “I can’t lie. You’re shite.”
Feigning hurt, Dom groans and clutches his drink to his chest. “You refer to yourself as my best mate, demand the title as a matter of fact, and then wound me so? Maybe I should start calling you Brutus.”
A moment later, Elijah bursts into a fit of giggles, revealing he’s been listening when he accidentally knocks over his beer and then curses as he rushes to save it before too much of the liquid escapes.
“Laugh it up, fish-boy,” Dom retorts hotly. “You spent more time under the water than I did.”
“But I never claimed that I was any good,” the American reminds him, still shaking with laughter. “Dude, face it. You suck.”
Rolling his eyes, Dom tips his beer up and nearly drains it before lying back down on his towel, face turned away from the others.
“Dommie,” Billy stays quietly, leaning close, his fingertips brushing over Dom’s bicep. “I was just taking the piss a bit. Really.”
Grunting, Dom refuses to move, and instead closes his eyes, concentrating on the rhythm of the incoming waves as they crash on the beach, and the warm sun beating down on him. Distantly, he wonders how much beer he’s had, and then the desire to sleep becomes too great for him to resist. Lifting his head up far takes far too much effort, as all of his muscles are worn out from the exertion of the day.
He doesn’t stir until Billy rolls him over a long while later; murmuring his name repeatedly until Dom groans and blearily opens his eyes. A bottle of water is brought to his lips, and it’s after Dom’s had a few sips that he realizes what’s happened. His head is throbbing and his back screaming in protest, the skin bright red from the nape of his neck to the waistband of his board shorts. As Billy had cautioned earlier, Dom’s now got one Hell of a sunburn.
“Too much beer, Dommie,” is all Billy says before gently helping him to his feet and all but carrying him over to the car.
“Stupid beer.”
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Part 2 - Wine
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: An exploration of friendship though various types of alcohol.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to
surreality_fan for stepping in to be my temp-beta.Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: A huge thanks to
surreality_fan for letting me borrow her theory, and for brainstorming with me. :::squishes you:::Sunday - Beer
On a rare day off from their busy shooting schedule, the hobbits opt to spend the time together, exploring a wee bit more of New Zealand’s coastline with their surfboards, because according to the weatherman, ‘it’s supposed to be a great day on the waves.’ Others in the Fellowship are invited to join them, but many have already made plans, so it ends up being a smaller group, and nobody complains about that. The four head out early, as they’re becoming accustomed to rising before dawn, and all are glad for a reprieve from Feet, even if it’s for just one day.
They find a quiet spot, where the beach is deserted, the endless ocean stretching out in front of them, and while Sean sets down the cooler he’s brought, Elijah spreads a towel out on the sand. It’s Dom who ventures to the water’s edge first, taking in the smell of the sea, briefly stretching his arms over his head and smiling to himself. He looks over when Billy moves alongside him, and they good-naturedly bump shoulders before looking down in time to watch their bare feet get baptized.
“Hey Bills.”
“Hey Dom.”
“Looks good out there,” Dom comments as he nods his head in the direction of the ocean.
“Aye, it does,” Billy agrees. “It’s a perfect day for it, really.”
“Yeah.”
“Are we going to stand here and look at the water all day, or do you want to go surfing?” Billy asks as Dom slings an arm companionably around his shoulders.
“Surfing,” Dom declares with a firm nod, and then looks behind them. “But only if the birds over there ever finish setting up their bloody picnic.”
A muttered curse and an upturned middle finger from the youngest in their group cause both Dom and Billy to burst out laughing, and a few minutes later, the four hobbits are wading into the ocean with their boards strapped to their ankles. Side by side, they paddle out into the water, and don’t stop until their picnic, as Dom so aptly named it, is but a speck on the beach.
“It’s really too bad that Vig didn’t come today,” Dom muses aloud, drawing the tips of his fingers through the water and then across the black neoprene of his wetsuit. “Water’s nice.”
“I think Peter will kill him if he gets another black eye,” Billy replies, watching at Sean and Elijah nod in agreement. “He may be King, but-”
“Yeah,” Dom adds, remembering how Peter had to make changes in the way he had planned to shoot certain scenes until Viggo’s bruises faded.
“Who wants to go first?” Elijah inquires, shifting restlessly on his board and looking at the waves rolling in.
Sean glances around, and then replies, “I guess that would be you.”
After looking to Dom and Billy for confirmation, Elijah nods his thanks, and then paddles out to catch a wave.
“Dom?” Sean prompts.
“You two can go,” he says. “I’m not in a hurry.”
When Billy beckons Sean to go ahead, he complies, and then it’s just him and Dom, watching the water break and listening to the tide.
“What are you thinking about?” Billy asks. “Besides trying to figure out how to do yoga out here?”
Dom chuckles, his shoulders shaking with mirth and then slaps at the water, playfully splashing the other man. “That’s not what I was thinking, Bills.”
“Then what?” Billy retorts, repeating Dom’s action so their both wet.
“I think it’s going to be a good day,” Dom explains. “And I’m glad you suggested this.”
Billy smiles. “Me, too.”
“You can go first,” Dom adds. “I’ll be right behind you.”
“Okay.”
Rocking on his surf board in the rhythm of the waves, Dom watches Billy catch a curl and ride it in towards the shore, marveling at his grace and agility, the Scotsman’s body looking trim and fit in the neoprene wetsuit. Then, as promised, Dom follows Billy, albeit not quite as impressively, but at least he manages to avoid the humiliation of a spectacular wipe out.
After a brilliant time on the ocean, with plenty of surfing, wipeouts and piss taking, they end up back on the beach, wetsuits discarded before stretching out on the sand, the sun warming their bodies. Food is roasted over an open fire pit, Sean ensuring that everything is cooked though, and refreshments are in the form of beer, the bottles housed in a cooler he’d so thoughtfully brought. As the sun moves across the clear sky and the heat rises, so does their consumption of the liquid.
Feeling parched again, thanks to the hot sun streaming down, Dom scratches absently at his shoulder before rolling over onto his stomach and grabbing a third, or is it his fourth beer? Sand shifts between his toes, and it’s when he digs a wee bit deeper that he finds some relief from the heat, if only temporarily. Dom takes a long pull off his beer bottle and then looks to his left when he realizes someone is watching him, green eyes closed to a squint, shielded by a small hand.
“Hey Bills,” he says with a lazy smile. “Want one?”
“No, I’m okay, but I think you’re getting a wee bit of sun, Dommie-lad,” Billy cautions in reply. “Where’s your shirt?”
“I’m fine,” Dom tells him, waving off the concern as he shifts onto his side and props himself up on his elbow so Billy doesn’t have to turn his head so much. “Good day, yeah?”
Billy chuckles and nods. “Aye. Good day.”
“You’re getting really good out there,” Dom adds, nodding at the ocean. “I meant to tell you that before.”
“Thank you.”
“And?” Dom prompts, arching an eyebrow at the other man, the mouth of the bottle poised at his lips.
“What?”
Dom takes another pull off his beer. “This is where you tell me how much better I’m getting at surfing.”
“But, Dommie,” Billy says with dismay, “I can’t lie. You’re shite.”
Feigning hurt, Dom groans and clutches his drink to his chest. “You refer to yourself as my best mate, demand the title as a matter of fact, and then wound me so? Maybe I should start calling you Brutus.”
A moment later, Elijah bursts into a fit of giggles, revealing he’s been listening when he accidentally knocks over his beer and then curses as he rushes to save it before too much of the liquid escapes.
“Laugh it up, fish-boy,” Dom retorts hotly. “You spent more time under the water than I did.”
“But I never claimed that I was any good,” the American reminds him, still shaking with laughter. “Dude, face it. You suck.”
Rolling his eyes, Dom tips his beer up and nearly drains it before lying back down on his towel, face turned away from the others.
“Dommie,” Billy stays quietly, leaning close, his fingertips brushing over Dom’s bicep. “I was just taking the piss a bit. Really.”
Grunting, Dom refuses to move, and instead closes his eyes, concentrating on the rhythm of the incoming waves as they crash on the beach, and the warm sun beating down on him. Distantly, he wonders how much beer he’s had, and then the desire to sleep becomes too great for him to resist. Lifting his head up far takes far too much effort, as all of his muscles are worn out from the exertion of the day.
He doesn’t stir until Billy rolls him over a long while later; murmuring his name repeatedly until Dom groans and blearily opens his eyes. A bottle of water is brought to his lips, and it’s after Dom’s had a few sips that he realizes what’s happened. His head is throbbing and his back screaming in protest, the skin bright red from the nape of his neck to the waistband of his board shorts. As Billy had cautioned earlier, Dom’s now got one Hell of a sunburn.
“Too much beer, Dommie,” is all Billy says before gently helping him to his feet and all but carrying him over to the car.
“Stupid beer.”
Part 2 - Wine
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And a welcome sight this is, too. Good to see you and your Muse again! I'm looking forward to seeing where this is going.
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I've got lots to post. Yay! Glad you liked. :)
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Yeah as a much experienced beer drinker in the sun ( I live in the Bahamas) -Beer and sunstroke does not mix well!
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Thank you. Happy that you enjoyed. :)
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Love it, Love the fact that you write them so normal. That I can see these guys fitting into my group of friends, even though their not real.
I'm so glad for a new story thanks!
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Glad you liked. :)
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I could not wait to see something written by you again, dear!
And I was not disappointed :) Can't wait for the next chapter!
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Thank you. :)
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i am glad to help, and get you posting again. i'll do whatever i can until
i still love the simpson-esk quality of the "stupid beer" at the end there. also? i am willing to bet that billy is quite fetching in a wetsuit. :)
i know that i have mentioned this to you somewhere in the past, but i love your elijah too. when he pops up in your fic he carries a wonderful annoying little brother quality, which amuses me a lot.
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"a wonderful annoying little brother quality" -- this made me giggle.
Thank you again for offering to help me out. It's much appreciated. :)
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Wonderful!
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More tomorrow!
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LOL, damn surfing is so much work!!!! And I guess the fellas forgot the sunblock.
Always a pleasure to read your work. Thank you!
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Thank you. So glad you enjoyed. :)