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hyacinth-sky747.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Nov. 11th, 2007 10:04 pm)Cold. Messy.
d/b
Disclaimer: I make this stuff up.
“Where did you stay the last time you were in New York?”
Billy looked up at the ceiling, colored lights skated over it in time to some earthy music that was streaming from speakers hidden somewhere.
“Dunno. At a friend’s I think.”
“Was the bed this comfy?”
Billy snorted. “If I remember correctly it was an ancient pull-out couch, but I was so pissed I didn’t notice if it was comfy or not.”
They watched the lights swirl across the ceiling plaster.
“It was hot though. Winter-hot. All the steam heat was going. It was stuffy.”
Dom shivered. The loft had an airy, open design. It was caged by glass and it was December.
“Could use some of that now.”
Billy turned his head and opened one eye to look at Dom.
“Get under the covers.”
Dom grimaced.
“No one will care. I don’t think anyone actually lives here.”
“Someone must. There are beds and things.”
“It’s just rented space. For parties, and impressions, and things.”
Dom shifted uncomfortably. Three hours ago he had felt like he’d finally arrived. He’d been ushered away from the huddled crowds on the New York streets into this posh penthouse. He’d been pampered, plied with drink and weed, made to feel warm and wanted.
“I feel bought and sold.”
“I want to go home.” Billy’s voice was flat and drugged.
Dom tossed his body on the duvet.
“Don’t say that. I don’t want you to leave me here alone.”
“I can’t be like this. I can’t live in someone’s installation art. I need color and earth and weeds not in pots. I need messy.”
“I need you.”
“You won’t have me if I stay here like this. You may as well watch me on film. I’ll be two-dimensional, celluloid.”
“I’ll keep you whole. I promise.”
“No. I’m no good to anyone if you’re keeping me whole. That’s something I have to do for myself. I don’t want to give you a broken person.”
Dom sighed and wiggled himself under the covers. It was so cold. Billy shivered.
“Get under, you daft cow. Stay with me for the night anyway. You can survive one sleep in the museum.”
Billy squirmed on the bed until he was under the covers.
“Why? Why am I so uncomfortable here?” His voice was hoarse, like he was keeping back tears.
“Oh Bill,” Dom was very sleepy. “Isn’t there something about the meek inheriting? God, I’d be happy if the world was made over in your image.”
“You wouldn’t. You’d miss all your eyeliner and glam.”
“Would I? That’s just the show, Bill. I’d be happier with the shade of tree, and you, I think.”
“Shut up. Sleep. It’s warm here now with you and I.”
“Warmth in the cold museum. That’s you. You’re my warmth.”
~*~
“Is it messy and real where you are? Are the weeds growing wild?”
“Hard day?”
“Weedless. I mean…there weren’t any wild flowers.”
“You’re smoking too much.”
“That’s my line.”
“Lay off it, Dommie. Just for a little while.”
“I needed to hear you call me ‘Dommie.’”
“I know.”
“Come for a visit? It’s warm here. Not winter-warm. Just warm and sun-shiny. We could walk on the beach.”
“It’s cold here. It rains every day. The streets are grimy and the pubs are warm.”
“Sounds like heaven. I need to…I need to fucking sit down, Bill. Put all this on pause.”
“When’s the next flight? My treat. I need you here.”
“You don’t. You’re whole with out me, but I’m coming.”
“Just call and tell me when to pick you up.”
“I…”
“Shut up. You don’t thank family for loving you.”
~*~
“You picked me up at four in the morning.”
“I wanted to.”
“What time is it?”
“Noonish.”
“What are we going to do today?”
Billy rested his head on Dom’s chest.
“Sleep. Then we’ll eat and have drinks.”
“And then?”
“We’ll sleep some more.”
“Kiss?”
Billy planted a kiss on Dom’s mouth.
“Sleep now.”
Dom dreamt of blankets spread out on grass under trees.
~*~
“I’ll be in London next week.”
“So will I.”
“Isn’t it odd how our schedules always overlap that way?”
“It helps if you let me know beforehand.”
“Bill, you don’t have to.”
“Have we met? Cuz I have this friend, his name is Dom, and if he’s a planet’s width away from me I will make the trip to see him. I just thought that’s something you should know about me. If, you know, you think our acquaintanceship will continue.”
“I love you, Bill.”
“You should stop saying that. I might think you fancy me.”
“And then what?”
“You’d be in serious danger.”
“I love you.”
“Think you’re safe because there are oceans between us?”
“I only feel safe when I’m with you. I know it’s wrong. I never give you a whole person. I’m broken without you.”
“Don’t. Don’t say that.”
“I won’t. Only, there are some people who aren’t as whole as you.”
~*~
“How was your flight?”
“If you’re real and at the end of it then it couldn’t have been so bad.”
“You’re six hours late.”
“And you’re still here to get me.”
“I’ve got you.”
~*~
“Bill? It’s awfully cold.”
“Come closer. I won’t bite.”
“What will you do?”
“Kiss. Fondle. Destroy your innocence. Nothing to be afraid of.”
“I’m sorry I’m broken without you.”
“It’s okay. I lie sometimes. I'm broken without you too.”
d/b
Disclaimer: I make this stuff up.
“Where did you stay the last time you were in New York?”
Billy looked up at the ceiling, colored lights skated over it in time to some earthy music that was streaming from speakers hidden somewhere.
“Dunno. At a friend’s I think.”
“Was the bed this comfy?”
Billy snorted. “If I remember correctly it was an ancient pull-out couch, but I was so pissed I didn’t notice if it was comfy or not.”
They watched the lights swirl across the ceiling plaster.
“It was hot though. Winter-hot. All the steam heat was going. It was stuffy.”
Dom shivered. The loft had an airy, open design. It was caged by glass and it was December.
“Could use some of that now.”
Billy turned his head and opened one eye to look at Dom.
“Get under the covers.”
Dom grimaced.
“No one will care. I don’t think anyone actually lives here.”
“Someone must. There are beds and things.”
“It’s just rented space. For parties, and impressions, and things.”
Dom shifted uncomfortably. Three hours ago he had felt like he’d finally arrived. He’d been ushered away from the huddled crowds on the New York streets into this posh penthouse. He’d been pampered, plied with drink and weed, made to feel warm and wanted.
“I feel bought and sold.”
“I want to go home.” Billy’s voice was flat and drugged.
Dom tossed his body on the duvet.
“Don’t say that. I don’t want you to leave me here alone.”
“I can’t be like this. I can’t live in someone’s installation art. I need color and earth and weeds not in pots. I need messy.”
“I need you.”
“You won’t have me if I stay here like this. You may as well watch me on film. I’ll be two-dimensional, celluloid.”
“I’ll keep you whole. I promise.”
“No. I’m no good to anyone if you’re keeping me whole. That’s something I have to do for myself. I don’t want to give you a broken person.”
Dom sighed and wiggled himself under the covers. It was so cold. Billy shivered.
“Get under, you daft cow. Stay with me for the night anyway. You can survive one sleep in the museum.”
Billy squirmed on the bed until he was under the covers.
“Why? Why am I so uncomfortable here?” His voice was hoarse, like he was keeping back tears.
“Oh Bill,” Dom was very sleepy. “Isn’t there something about the meek inheriting? God, I’d be happy if the world was made over in your image.”
“You wouldn’t. You’d miss all your eyeliner and glam.”
“Would I? That’s just the show, Bill. I’d be happier with the shade of tree, and you, I think.”
“Shut up. Sleep. It’s warm here now with you and I.”
“Warmth in the cold museum. That’s you. You’re my warmth.”
~*~
“Is it messy and real where you are? Are the weeds growing wild?”
“Hard day?”
“Weedless. I mean…there weren’t any wild flowers.”
“You’re smoking too much.”
“That’s my line.”
“Lay off it, Dommie. Just for a little while.”
“I needed to hear you call me ‘Dommie.’”
“I know.”
“Come for a visit? It’s warm here. Not winter-warm. Just warm and sun-shiny. We could walk on the beach.”
“It’s cold here. It rains every day. The streets are grimy and the pubs are warm.”
“Sounds like heaven. I need to…I need to fucking sit down, Bill. Put all this on pause.”
“When’s the next flight? My treat. I need you here.”
“You don’t. You’re whole with out me, but I’m coming.”
“Just call and tell me when to pick you up.”
“I…”
“Shut up. You don’t thank family for loving you.”
~*~
“You picked me up at four in the morning.”
“I wanted to.”
“What time is it?”
“Noonish.”
“What are we going to do today?”
Billy rested his head on Dom’s chest.
“Sleep. Then we’ll eat and have drinks.”
“And then?”
“We’ll sleep some more.”
“Kiss?”
Billy planted a kiss on Dom’s mouth.
“Sleep now.”
Dom dreamt of blankets spread out on grass under trees.
~*~
“I’ll be in London next week.”
“So will I.”
“Isn’t it odd how our schedules always overlap that way?”
“It helps if you let me know beforehand.”
“Bill, you don’t have to.”
“Have we met? Cuz I have this friend, his name is Dom, and if he’s a planet’s width away from me I will make the trip to see him. I just thought that’s something you should know about me. If, you know, you think our acquaintanceship will continue.”
“I love you, Bill.”
“You should stop saying that. I might think you fancy me.”
“And then what?”
“You’d be in serious danger.”
“I love you.”
“Think you’re safe because there are oceans between us?”
“I only feel safe when I’m with you. I know it’s wrong. I never give you a whole person. I’m broken without you.”
“Don’t. Don’t say that.”
“I won’t. Only, there are some people who aren’t as whole as you.”
~*~
“How was your flight?”
“If you’re real and at the end of it then it couldn’t have been so bad.”
“You’re six hours late.”
“And you’re still here to get me.”
“I’ve got you.”
~*~
“Bill? It’s awfully cold.”
“Come closer. I won’t bite.”
“What will you do?”
“Kiss. Fondle. Destroy your innocence. Nothing to be afraid of.”
“I’m sorry I’m broken without you.”
“It’s okay. I lie sometimes. I'm broken without you too.”
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I enjoyed this one. It was nice and light.
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