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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd May. 31st, 2008 09:18 am)Title: Worth Waiting For
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish or so.
Summary: A best mate can always be counted on to see through a façade.
Feedback: Would be lovely.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: My beta says she wants to know what happens next. What do you think?
It's after Billy glances over at the front door of the pub for the third time in vain that he checks his watch and reaches for his mobile. While Dom has been known to be fashionably late from time to time, he's never kept the Fellowship waiting this long, especially when there's food or beer involved. Then again, with the bloke Dom has been seeing of late, perhaps he's forgotten about their plans to have dinner together.
Once the speed dial number for Dom's flat has been pressed, Billy holds the mobile to his ear, listening and counting the number of times the line rings. When it reaches double-digits, he hangs up and presses the number for Dom's mobile, hoping that perhaps the Englishman is on his way to the pub. As the seconds tick by, Billy's heart sinks, wondering what could've happened to his Merry. He's pulled from his thoughts when a familiar voice fills his ear.
"What?"
Sitting up in his chair, Billy smiles with relief. "Dom?"
"That's who you bloody well dialed," Dom replies sharply. "What do you want?"
Taken aback by Dom's tone, Billy clears his throat. "We’re all here at Backbencher’s. Fellowship dinner, remember?"
"Aww, fuck," the younger man curses under his breath.
"Want me to order for you?" Billy offers gently. "I can-"
"No," Dom interrupts. "I'm not going to make it."
"You could bring someone, if you wanted," Billy adds, suddenly wondering if perhaps he's interrupted something private. "I'm sure-"
"I said no," Dom spits out, only to soften almost immediately. "Buggering hell. I'm sorry, Billy. I-"
"It's all right."
"I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"
"But Dom-"
Before Billy can inquire as to the reason for Dom's sour mood, the call is disconnected, and he's left with more questions than when the conversation started.
"Is he coming?" Elijah asks expectantly over the rim of a frothy pint, one eyebrow arched.
"No."
A harried-looking waitress approaches the table, pen poised over a pad of paper.
"Are we ready?" she asks, and when Billy nods, begins to take down orders. By the time she gets to Billy, however, he's made a decision, and is laying some bills on the table to cover his drink. One hand pushes his wallet back into his hip pocket as the other reaches for his jacket, hanging over the back of the chair.
"You're not staying?" Orlando asks, speaking for everyone, judging by the looks of surprise on the faces of the Fellowship.
"Change of plans," Billy replies not quite sure how to explain what happened on the phone.
"Looking after Merry, that's our Pippin," Viggo comments with an enigmatic smile.
After nodding to Viggo gratefully, Billy waves goodbye and heads out to catch a taxi to Dom's flat.
He may not know why, but he's convinced that something is very wrong with his best mate, and he's going to find out what it is.
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Eternally thankful that Dom gave him the spare key to his flat months ago, Billy quietly lets himself in, checking the jumble of trainers in the foyer for any that don't belong to the Englishman. Dom didn't say he had company, but it's a possibility, and the last thing Billy wants to do is interrupt a private moment. To his surprise, once he closes the door it's oddly quiet; no music, no voices, nothing but the sound of evening. If Billy wasn't aware of Dom's mood, he might even call it peaceful.
After heeling off his shoes, Billy tucks the keys into his pocket as he decides to leave the bedroom to last, and then moves into the kitchen. The cooker is cold, no dishes in the sink, and the fridge contains only a half empty carton of Pad Thai and three bottles of beer. It's when he starts to close the fridge that a glint of metal on the countertop catches Billy's eye. A bottle opener, with a single, faint ring of moisture beside it.
With his curiosity and anxiety rising, Billy walks into the living room, frowning at the deep, lonely shadows falling across the empty couch, and it's as he turns to search the rest of the flat that he catches a flash of familiar through the window. A long, slender form is stretched out, overlooking the back garden, bare feet resting on the railing and a half empty bottle of beer dangling from elegant fingers. Like the flat, Dom's eerily quiet, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes the only movement Billy can see.
Overcome with relief, Billy steps out into the cool night air and sinks down onto the weathered bench beside the prone man. Nearly a minute passes without words, Billy watching Dom stare aimlessly at the darkness, his normally sparkling-with-mischief grey eyes flat and unmistakably sad.
"Dom?"
What feels like an eternity passes before Dom takes another breath and slowly blinks. "I thought you were at Backbencher's."
"Was worried about you," Billy explains, a frown marring his brow. "Then I wondered if you might have company."
"No."
Not missing Dom's sharp intake of breath, Billy bites down on his lower lip for a moment. "Did you two have a row or something?"
Snorting in derision, Dom suddenly rises to his bare feet, leaning against the railing before taking a long pull from his beer.
"You don't have to pretend to care, Billy. I know you don't like him."
The raw hurt in Dom's voice causes pain to slice through the older man like a blade. "Dom, it's not that-"
Sagging a little, Dom rests his cheek against a support post, his free arm wrapping around it loosely. "Don't."
"But-"
"You said he was a prat who wasn't good enough for me, and he heard you."
"I want you to be happy," Billy says awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I'll apologize; try harder to-"
"Don't bother," Dom spits out, sitting his beer down on the railing with more force than necessary and standing up straight. "We broke up."
"What?"
"He dumped me," Dom says flatly looking over to meet Billy's stunned gaze. "Congratulations, you were right."
Billy opens his mouth to express his condolences, but is rendered speechless when Dom abruptly pushes past him, disappearing inside the darkened flat.
"Feel free to bugger off and let me drown my misery in private."
"Dom, wait!"
Almost tripping over his sock clad feet, Billy races to follow, catching up to Dom in the living room, fingers sliding around Dom's bicep and preventing the younger man from escaping.
"Dom, I'm-"
He trails off when their eyes meet again, excess moisture causing Dom's to glisten brightly. The pain that Dom can't hide tears at Billy's heart, making it ache and urges him to do something, anything, to bring comfort to his friend.
"Just go," Dom whispers hoarsely, twisting in Billy's grip, trying to pull free. "Leave me alone."
"Not a chance."
"Bill-"
One strong arm slides around Dom's narrow waist, the other around his trembling shoulders, refusing to release him, despite Dom's physical and verbal protest. Dom's such a tactile person, giving and receiving pleasure from the simple touch of a hand or a hug. Right now, what Dom needs is for someone he trusts to hold him, to remind him of the people who care for him.
"Stop," Dom whimpers, pushing at Billy's chest, not caring that it's futile. He's embarrassed by his lack of control over his emotions, and how Billy had seen what he didn't. How it all could've been prevented. "Let me go."
"No, Dommie," Billy murmurs, tightening his hold and stroking the nape of Dom's slender neck with the pad of his thumb. "I can't do that."
Struggling desperately, Dom is unprepared when his knees wobble dangerously, and then he's clutching at Billy in order to stay upright, forehead pressed against Billy's shoulder. He doesn't resist when Billy guides him over to the couch, sitting down and then stretching out on their sides, Billy cuddling Dom to his chest.
A tender kiss is pressed to the top of Dom's head, and then he feels Billy's breath flowing across his ear.
"It's all right, Dommie," Billy murmurs tenderly. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."
"I'm an idiot," Dom says into Billy's shirt, his leaking eyes dampening the fabric. "Twat. Fuckwit. Prat. Wanker. An utter and complete tosser."
"No, you're not," Billy corrects, rubbing his cheek against the mussed strands of Dom's hair. "The idiot is the one who didn't realize what a prize he had in you, and was stupid enough to let you go."
Looking up at Billy, eyelashes long and wet, Dom's can't disguise the hope when he replies, "Yeah? You think so?"
"Aye, I do."
For a long, almost endless moment, they stare at one another, Billy's hand sliding up and down Dom's t-shirt clad back in soothing caresses, and then Dom pushes up on his elbow to bring their lips together.
The contact lasts for a fraction of a second before Billy pulls back, shaking his head, eyes filled with regret.
"I'm sorry, Dom. I don't think-"
A fresh wave of shame washes over Dom, and while Billy struggles to explain, he takes the opportunity to wrench free, rolling off the couch and putting as much distance as he can between them.
"Like I said, an utter and complete tosser," Dom mutters under his breath as he makes his way down the hall to his bedroom.
"For fuck's sake, Dom," Billy growls, surprising the younger man by appearing at his side. "Let a bloke finish a sentence, yeah?"
"Fine," Dom agrees flatly, leaning against the wall and staring at the floor, his posture the very definition of defeated. "Go ahead and say it."
"Say what?"
Finally, Dom looks up to meet Billy's gaze. "I told you so."
The hurt that flashes across Billy's face causes Dom to wince internally.
"Dammit," he curses softly, averting his eyes again. "I'm sorry, Bills. Just go before I bugger up our friendship for good."
"For the last time, yeh daftie, I'm not going anywhere," Billy informs him, slipping an arm around Dom's waist once again and gently guiding him into the bedroom. He doesn't speak again until Dom's sitting on the edge of the bed and a nearby lamp has been switched on to its lowest setting. "You mentioned our friendship, and that's exactly why I-"
"Right. I get it."
"No, I don't think you do," Billy says firmly, pressing on, determined to make his point. "I'm sorry that I wasn't more supportive, and that you didn't feel you could come to me when that bastard-"
Dom's sharp intake of breath causes Billy to pause.
"Dommie, you're my best mate, and I don't want to lose that. You're too important to me."
"I don't want to lose that either," Dom adds quietly.
"That's why I pulled back," Billy adds, sinking down to sit beside Dom. "You're hurting, and right now all you want is for the pain to stop."
Silently, Dom nods in agreement.
"As Lij would say, you're on the rebound."
" 'm not a bloody basketball," Dom grumbles.
Billy can't help but smile. "Definitely not. If you were, you wouldn't have to wear that damn fat suit."
"Smelly, rat-arsed sodding thing."
"I know you're fecking miserable right now, but it won’t last forever," Billy murmurs soothingly, petting the fine strands of hair at the nape of Dom's neck, smiling gently when the younger man leans into his touch and sighs. “It’ll get better.”
"Promise?" Dom asks softly.
"Aye."
"When?"
"You just have to be patient, Dommie," Billy replies, giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze. "I know that's not easy for you."
"No."
"But you know I'm here for you, yeah?"
"Just don't like thinking about it," Dom confesses.
"Hence the kissing your best mate," Billy adds, moving his hand lower to grip Dom's bicep so he can't pull away.
"Fuck," Dom moans. "I'm sorry."
"Of course, if the circumstances were different-"
Billy realizes that he's spoken aloud when Dom looks up at him, eyes wide.
"Um- Ah-"
"What do you mean, if the circumstances were different?" Dom prompts, holding Billy's gaze. "Are you saying that you- You- And me-"
"I may have been a wee bit biased in my dislike of the person responsible for the change in your availability status," Billy confesses, his cheeks pinking.
"Well that explains some things" Dom muses to himself. “Quite a few, come to think about it.”
"I'm sorry."
"Why didn't you say something?" Dom inquires, his mind reeling at the revelation. "Why did you pull back when I kissed you if-"
"I don't want to be the bloke you're with while you’re trying get over that fuckwit," Billy explains, his breath catching when Dom surreptitiously edges closer to him. “Losing yourself in booze and sex.”
"No?"
"No.”
“Why not?”
"Because I want to be the bloke you’re with when you're ready to open your heart again," Billy concludes, now blushing fiercely, to the tips of his ears. “The one that you’ll want to have around for a long time.”
"You would do that?" Dom asks softly. “For me?”
“Aye.”
“Why?”
"Because, my Dommie,” Billy replies with a fond smile. “You're worth waiting for.”
“Bills-”
Smoldering eyes drift closed as mouths move toward one another, and then the intimate mood is shattered by a long, rolling growl, emanating from Dom’s midsection. A moment later, both men are laughing, holding onto one another to keep from falling over.
“Hobbit,” Billy teases breathlessly.
“Oi! I haven’t had much to eat today,” Dom protests.
“I’m feeling rather peckish myself,” Billy replies, letting his fingers trail up and down the shallow groove of Dom’s spine. “Takeaway?”
“And a movie? Maybe a kiss goodnight?”
Billy grins. “Sounds like a perfect first date.”
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dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish or so.
Summary: A best mate can always be counted on to see through a façade.
Feedback: Would be lovely.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: My beta says she wants to know what happens next. What do you think?
It's after Billy glances over at the front door of the pub for the third time in vain that he checks his watch and reaches for his mobile. While Dom has been known to be fashionably late from time to time, he's never kept the Fellowship waiting this long, especially when there's food or beer involved. Then again, with the bloke Dom has been seeing of late, perhaps he's forgotten about their plans to have dinner together.
Once the speed dial number for Dom's flat has been pressed, Billy holds the mobile to his ear, listening and counting the number of times the line rings. When it reaches double-digits, he hangs up and presses the number for Dom's mobile, hoping that perhaps the Englishman is on his way to the pub. As the seconds tick by, Billy's heart sinks, wondering what could've happened to his Merry. He's pulled from his thoughts when a familiar voice fills his ear.
"What?"
Sitting up in his chair, Billy smiles with relief. "Dom?"
"That's who you bloody well dialed," Dom replies sharply. "What do you want?"
Taken aback by Dom's tone, Billy clears his throat. "We’re all here at Backbencher’s. Fellowship dinner, remember?"
"Aww, fuck," the younger man curses under his breath.
"Want me to order for you?" Billy offers gently. "I can-"
"No," Dom interrupts. "I'm not going to make it."
"You could bring someone, if you wanted," Billy adds, suddenly wondering if perhaps he's interrupted something private. "I'm sure-"
"I said no," Dom spits out, only to soften almost immediately. "Buggering hell. I'm sorry, Billy. I-"
"It's all right."
"I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"
"But Dom-"
Before Billy can inquire as to the reason for Dom's sour mood, the call is disconnected, and he's left with more questions than when the conversation started.
"Is he coming?" Elijah asks expectantly over the rim of a frothy pint, one eyebrow arched.
"No."
A harried-looking waitress approaches the table, pen poised over a pad of paper.
"Are we ready?" she asks, and when Billy nods, begins to take down orders. By the time she gets to Billy, however, he's made a decision, and is laying some bills on the table to cover his drink. One hand pushes his wallet back into his hip pocket as the other reaches for his jacket, hanging over the back of the chair.
"You're not staying?" Orlando asks, speaking for everyone, judging by the looks of surprise on the faces of the Fellowship.
"Change of plans," Billy replies not quite sure how to explain what happened on the phone.
"Looking after Merry, that's our Pippin," Viggo comments with an enigmatic smile.
After nodding to Viggo gratefully, Billy waves goodbye and heads out to catch a taxi to Dom's flat.
He may not know why, but he's convinced that something is very wrong with his best mate, and he's going to find out what it is.
Eternally thankful that Dom gave him the spare key to his flat months ago, Billy quietly lets himself in, checking the jumble of trainers in the foyer for any that don't belong to the Englishman. Dom didn't say he had company, but it's a possibility, and the last thing Billy wants to do is interrupt a private moment. To his surprise, once he closes the door it's oddly quiet; no music, no voices, nothing but the sound of evening. If Billy wasn't aware of Dom's mood, he might even call it peaceful.
After heeling off his shoes, Billy tucks the keys into his pocket as he decides to leave the bedroom to last, and then moves into the kitchen. The cooker is cold, no dishes in the sink, and the fridge contains only a half empty carton of Pad Thai and three bottles of beer. It's when he starts to close the fridge that a glint of metal on the countertop catches Billy's eye. A bottle opener, with a single, faint ring of moisture beside it.
With his curiosity and anxiety rising, Billy walks into the living room, frowning at the deep, lonely shadows falling across the empty couch, and it's as he turns to search the rest of the flat that he catches a flash of familiar through the window. A long, slender form is stretched out, overlooking the back garden, bare feet resting on the railing and a half empty bottle of beer dangling from elegant fingers. Like the flat, Dom's eerily quiet, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes the only movement Billy can see.
Overcome with relief, Billy steps out into the cool night air and sinks down onto the weathered bench beside the prone man. Nearly a minute passes without words, Billy watching Dom stare aimlessly at the darkness, his normally sparkling-with-mischief grey eyes flat and unmistakably sad.
"Dom?"
What feels like an eternity passes before Dom takes another breath and slowly blinks. "I thought you were at Backbencher's."
"Was worried about you," Billy explains, a frown marring his brow. "Then I wondered if you might have company."
"No."
Not missing Dom's sharp intake of breath, Billy bites down on his lower lip for a moment. "Did you two have a row or something?"
Snorting in derision, Dom suddenly rises to his bare feet, leaning against the railing before taking a long pull from his beer.
"You don't have to pretend to care, Billy. I know you don't like him."
The raw hurt in Dom's voice causes pain to slice through the older man like a blade. "Dom, it's not that-"
Sagging a little, Dom rests his cheek against a support post, his free arm wrapping around it loosely. "Don't."
"But-"
"You said he was a prat who wasn't good enough for me, and he heard you."
"I want you to be happy," Billy says awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I'll apologize; try harder to-"
"Don't bother," Dom spits out, sitting his beer down on the railing with more force than necessary and standing up straight. "We broke up."
"What?"
"He dumped me," Dom says flatly looking over to meet Billy's stunned gaze. "Congratulations, you were right."
Billy opens his mouth to express his condolences, but is rendered speechless when Dom abruptly pushes past him, disappearing inside the darkened flat.
"Feel free to bugger off and let me drown my misery in private."
"Dom, wait!"
Almost tripping over his sock clad feet, Billy races to follow, catching up to Dom in the living room, fingers sliding around Dom's bicep and preventing the younger man from escaping.
"Dom, I'm-"
He trails off when their eyes meet again, excess moisture causing Dom's to glisten brightly. The pain that Dom can't hide tears at Billy's heart, making it ache and urges him to do something, anything, to bring comfort to his friend.
"Just go," Dom whispers hoarsely, twisting in Billy's grip, trying to pull free. "Leave me alone."
"Not a chance."
"Bill-"
One strong arm slides around Dom's narrow waist, the other around his trembling shoulders, refusing to release him, despite Dom's physical and verbal protest. Dom's such a tactile person, giving and receiving pleasure from the simple touch of a hand or a hug. Right now, what Dom needs is for someone he trusts to hold him, to remind him of the people who care for him.
"Stop," Dom whimpers, pushing at Billy's chest, not caring that it's futile. He's embarrassed by his lack of control over his emotions, and how Billy had seen what he didn't. How it all could've been prevented. "Let me go."
"No, Dommie," Billy murmurs, tightening his hold and stroking the nape of Dom's slender neck with the pad of his thumb. "I can't do that."
Struggling desperately, Dom is unprepared when his knees wobble dangerously, and then he's clutching at Billy in order to stay upright, forehead pressed against Billy's shoulder. He doesn't resist when Billy guides him over to the couch, sitting down and then stretching out on their sides, Billy cuddling Dom to his chest.
A tender kiss is pressed to the top of Dom's head, and then he feels Billy's breath flowing across his ear.
"It's all right, Dommie," Billy murmurs tenderly. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."
"I'm an idiot," Dom says into Billy's shirt, his leaking eyes dampening the fabric. "Twat. Fuckwit. Prat. Wanker. An utter and complete tosser."
"No, you're not," Billy corrects, rubbing his cheek against the mussed strands of Dom's hair. "The idiot is the one who didn't realize what a prize he had in you, and was stupid enough to let you go."
Looking up at Billy, eyelashes long and wet, Dom's can't disguise the hope when he replies, "Yeah? You think so?"
"Aye, I do."
For a long, almost endless moment, they stare at one another, Billy's hand sliding up and down Dom's t-shirt clad back in soothing caresses, and then Dom pushes up on his elbow to bring their lips together.
The contact lasts for a fraction of a second before Billy pulls back, shaking his head, eyes filled with regret.
"I'm sorry, Dom. I don't think-"
A fresh wave of shame washes over Dom, and while Billy struggles to explain, he takes the opportunity to wrench free, rolling off the couch and putting as much distance as he can between them.
"Like I said, an utter and complete tosser," Dom mutters under his breath as he makes his way down the hall to his bedroom.
"For fuck's sake, Dom," Billy growls, surprising the younger man by appearing at his side. "Let a bloke finish a sentence, yeah?"
"Fine," Dom agrees flatly, leaning against the wall and staring at the floor, his posture the very definition of defeated. "Go ahead and say it."
"Say what?"
Finally, Dom looks up to meet Billy's gaze. "I told you so."
The hurt that flashes across Billy's face causes Dom to wince internally.
"Dammit," he curses softly, averting his eyes again. "I'm sorry, Bills. Just go before I bugger up our friendship for good."
"For the last time, yeh daftie, I'm not going anywhere," Billy informs him, slipping an arm around Dom's waist once again and gently guiding him into the bedroom. He doesn't speak again until Dom's sitting on the edge of the bed and a nearby lamp has been switched on to its lowest setting. "You mentioned our friendship, and that's exactly why I-"
"Right. I get it."
"No, I don't think you do," Billy says firmly, pressing on, determined to make his point. "I'm sorry that I wasn't more supportive, and that you didn't feel you could come to me when that bastard-"
Dom's sharp intake of breath causes Billy to pause.
"Dommie, you're my best mate, and I don't want to lose that. You're too important to me."
"I don't want to lose that either," Dom adds quietly.
"That's why I pulled back," Billy adds, sinking down to sit beside Dom. "You're hurting, and right now all you want is for the pain to stop."
Silently, Dom nods in agreement.
"As Lij would say, you're on the rebound."
" 'm not a bloody basketball," Dom grumbles.
Billy can't help but smile. "Definitely not. If you were, you wouldn't have to wear that damn fat suit."
"Smelly, rat-arsed sodding thing."
"I know you're fecking miserable right now, but it won’t last forever," Billy murmurs soothingly, petting the fine strands of hair at the nape of Dom's neck, smiling gently when the younger man leans into his touch and sighs. “It’ll get better.”
"Promise?" Dom asks softly.
"Aye."
"When?"
"You just have to be patient, Dommie," Billy replies, giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze. "I know that's not easy for you."
"No."
"But you know I'm here for you, yeah?"
"Just don't like thinking about it," Dom confesses.
"Hence the kissing your best mate," Billy adds, moving his hand lower to grip Dom's bicep so he can't pull away.
"Fuck," Dom moans. "I'm sorry."
"Of course, if the circumstances were different-"
Billy realizes that he's spoken aloud when Dom looks up at him, eyes wide.
"Um- Ah-"
"What do you mean, if the circumstances were different?" Dom prompts, holding Billy's gaze. "Are you saying that you- You- And me-"
"I may have been a wee bit biased in my dislike of the person responsible for the change in your availability status," Billy confesses, his cheeks pinking.
"Well that explains some things" Dom muses to himself. “Quite a few, come to think about it.”
"I'm sorry."
"Why didn't you say something?" Dom inquires, his mind reeling at the revelation. "Why did you pull back when I kissed you if-"
"I don't want to be the bloke you're with while you’re trying get over that fuckwit," Billy explains, his breath catching when Dom surreptitiously edges closer to him. “Losing yourself in booze and sex.”
"No?"
"No.”
“Why not?”
"Because I want to be the bloke you’re with when you're ready to open your heart again," Billy concludes, now blushing fiercely, to the tips of his ears. “The one that you’ll want to have around for a long time.”
"You would do that?" Dom asks softly. “For me?”
“Aye.”
“Why?”
"Because, my Dommie,” Billy replies with a fond smile. “You're worth waiting for.”
“Bills-”
Smoldering eyes drift closed as mouths move toward one another, and then the intimate mood is shattered by a long, rolling growl, emanating from Dom’s midsection. A moment later, both men are laughing, holding onto one another to keep from falling over.
“Hobbit,” Billy teases breathlessly.
“Oi! I haven’t had much to eat today,” Dom protests.
“I’m feeling rather peckish myself,” Billy replies, letting his fingers trail up and down the shallow groove of Dom’s spine. “Takeaway?”
“And a movie? Maybe a kiss goodnight?”
Billy grins. “Sounds like a perfect first date.”
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Billy's absolutely right, of course - some things are definitely worth waiting for. I'm curious to see where this leads, if you're planning on continuing it.
One question, though - I wasn't aware the boys wore 'fat suits'. I know Sean didn't, because he purposely gained 40 pounds to play Samwise. The others didn't look especially big to me, even with the clothes they were wearing.
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Like I told my beta, this was written as a one shot, but who knows. I wasn't planning on writing this part. Heh.
I know Sean was able to gain weight all too easily, have heard stories that Elijah got to indulge in cheeseburgers to pudge up a wee bit, and that Billy was fine the way he was. I can't remember how I came to learn about Dom's fat suit, but the details I recall are something about how Dom was encouraged to gain, but unfortunately, during sword training, etc, he actually *lost* weight, and Pete's answer was a fat suit to make him appear more round - hobbit-like.
Now, it's entirely possible that the fat suit was something that was made up in the fic world. I really don't know for sure.
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Poor Dommie. An outcast in his smelly, unsexy woman's swimsuit. :( But like you said, at least Billy was there.
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And yes... moar? Plz?
Erm... more please? I would like to see what happens next!
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Not sure if a sequel is in the cards, but I'm open to the idea. We'll see what the Muse decides. :)
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Thank you so much. Glad you enjoyed. :)
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Ah, I've missed these two. :D:D:D:D:D
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I must admit, I've missed them, too.
Thanks muchly. :)
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Loved this story. I always love stories that show them taking care of each other. Viggo knew that Billy could not enjoy himself, knowing that something was wrong with Dom.
I also liked the touch of a 'best friend' knowledge: 'checking the jumble of trainers in the foyer for any that don't belong to the Englishman.' Only Best friends would know if something was new or missing - wouldn't they.
Then the ending...the confession of Billy being jealous towards Dom's boyfriend and the way he showed Dom that he would never leave him. Perfect just perfect.
Please! More would be much appreciative! It has great potential to go far...(wishful and hopeful thinking that you will stick around a little bit)
BTW: Muses are so flighty aren't they? I just found mine 2 months ago...and it's off again! LOL!
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I've got a soft spot for 'best mates' fic. I just like the idea of them taking care of each other on the other side of the world, whether they're a couple or not. Of course, the snogging and shagging is fun, too. Hee.
Flighty. Now that's a kind word to describe my Muse. I think he's on a different time zone from me or something. That needs to change.
I'm very glad you enjoyed. :)
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Thank you. :)
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I'm glad that you've shared this with us. It was so lovely :D
♥
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Glad you enjoyed.
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That is so sweet! Normally I would vote for continuation, but somehow I think "Worth Waiting For" is the perfect oneshot. So good to see a new post from you Dylan. Thank you!
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Thanks muchly.