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mcee's Default Icon Challenge Thingie. I am paranoid about posting fic in places that aren't my own personal LJ forgot to post it here until now.
Summary: Dom is a hotass. Billy has noticed.
Billy often finds himself watching Dom.
It’s never something that he plans to do – it comes unbidden, like stretching when he first wakes up.
He hates himself for it – feels like he’s invading Dom’s space. He finds it hard to drag his gaze away, but does, then forces laughter and nonchalance out of some kind of respect for invisible and unspoken boundaries.
But somehow, it happens again. There is something magnetic about Dom, and he cannot tear his eyes away.
Billy has tried to qualify that observation. When he catches himself watching – more and more frequently, lately – he tries to decide what it is about Dom that makes him stare.
The twinkle in his eyes, the cheeky-monkey grin, the incredibly long and taunting tongue. These he could admit to, as easily as he could admit to being slightly entranced by Elijah’s eyes, glowing skin, the small space between his front teeth.
Other observations are not so easy to admit. The air of casual and comfortable sensuality. His strong hands; the long, deft fingers. The definition of his broad chest and abs, the protruding hip above his low-slung trousers, the small patch of dark hair below his navel. His seemingly effortless grace; the silent power and focus of his yoga and meditation.
This morning, picking up Dom for a day of surfing, he caught himself again. He found himself watching Dom from across the street – a voyeur in the silvery morning light.
And he did not look away.
mcee's Default Icon Challenge Thingie. I Summary: Dom is a hotass. Billy has noticed.
Billy often finds himself watching Dom.
It’s never something that he plans to do – it comes unbidden, like stretching when he first wakes up.
He hates himself for it – feels like he’s invading Dom’s space. He finds it hard to drag his gaze away, but does, then forces laughter and nonchalance out of some kind of respect for invisible and unspoken boundaries.
But somehow, it happens again. There is something magnetic about Dom, and he cannot tear his eyes away.
Billy has tried to qualify that observation. When he catches himself watching – more and more frequently, lately – he tries to decide what it is about Dom that makes him stare.
The twinkle in his eyes, the cheeky-monkey grin, the incredibly long and taunting tongue. These he could admit to, as easily as he could admit to being slightly entranced by Elijah’s eyes, glowing skin, the small space between his front teeth.
Other observations are not so easy to admit. The air of casual and comfortable sensuality. His strong hands; the long, deft fingers. The definition of his broad chest and abs, the protruding hip above his low-slung trousers, the small patch of dark hair below his navel. His seemingly effortless grace; the silent power and focus of his yoga and meditation.
This morning, picking up Dom for a day of surfing, he caught himself again. He found himself watching Dom from across the street – a voyeur in the silvery morning light.
And he did not look away.
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