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d//b
Disclaimer: This never happened and is not true. It's false.
“I’m listening to it!”
“I think there’s something better on another channel.”
“I don’t care. I’m listening to it.” Billy slapped Dom’s hand away from the car radio and turned it back to his program.
“I need some music, not all the talky talk talk.”
“And I need five minutes peace from you.”
“Yeah? Should I get out then? You can pick me up in five minutes?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Tempt you? Maybe I need a break from you, yeah?”
Billy swerved hard towards the shoulder of the road.
“Fine. Get out.”
Dom didn’t even say anything. He struggled ungracefully with his seatbelt and slammed the car door behind him. Billy peeled out, or tried to, tried to leave Dom in a cloud of dust, and cursed the rain. He drove a quarter of a mile around a curve and pulled over again. He sat fuming behind the wheel and snapped the radio off. He’d lost the thread of the conversation long ago and was too irritated to pick it up again.
“Why? Why does everything have to be loud and bouncy all the time? Why?” Billy looked in the rearview mirror. He couldn’t see Dom. “Why are you a bleeding, ass-buggering, sodding, loud, annoying git!” Billy slammed the steering wheel and put the car into reverse. “Why am I backing up? Why the fuck am I not leaving you to forage in the wilds of LA? Why do you look so cute with your thumb stuck out in the rearview mirror?”
Billy stopped the car and put it in park.
“Get the fuck in.”
Dom leaned down to peer in the window. “I’ve still got two minutes left of my break.”
“Get. The. Fuck. In. This. Car.”
“No.”
Billy sighed and counted to a hundred and twenty very slowly.
“Get in.”
Dom opened the car door and made himself comfy.
“No one touches the radio.”
“Is there a radio? How novel. I think I’ll just think some thoughts if it’s all the same to you, Bills.”
Billy drove.
“I’m thinking about you, by the way,” Dom said after a mile or two. “You don’t have any clothes on.”
“Yeah? I’m thinking about you too. You’re on your knees and you’re fucking silent for once.”
Dom closed his eyes and smiled.
“Yeah, I’m happy though.”
~*~
“Dom! Fucking ow!”
“Bill?”
“Fucking twat! Watch what you’re doing!”
“Did I get ya?”
“You poked my fucking eye out!”
“I’m sorry, tulip. I was just…I didn’t mean…”
“You were just flailing about, entirely out of control of your extremities, I know.”
“I’ll make Orli be your seeing-eye dog.”
Billy rubbed his eye and looked around. Elijah was staring at the sunset as if it was the last sunset ever. Orli was staring at Dom with affectionate hatred.
“Shall I kiss it better?”
Orlando got interested in the ice in his glass.
Billy had to smile. “Maybe later.”
Dom’s face was creased into lines of real concern though.
“Oh, I was more startled than hurt. Just watch what you’re doing, alright?”
Dom smiled. “I’ll kiss it better now. They can close their eyes so the gayness doesn’t rub off on them.” Dom nodded towards Orlando and Elijah and leaned over kiss both of Billy’s eyelids.
There was a hitched breath and Dom knew it didn’t come from Billy. He looked around and Elijah was staring at the sunset again.
“It’s really beautiful, you know? When the sun kisses the earth? I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it. It makes them both so much more beautiful.”
Dom leaned in close to Billy’s ear.
“You make me beautiful.”
~*~
“No.”
“Yes.”
“It won’t work.”
“Bill, I’m telling you…”
“Dom, just let me…”
“Fucking! I’m telling you! I’m speaking words! It will!”
“It says here to…”
“Listen, I know you think I’m some sort of over-grown, idiot child, but I know how it works!”
“I think you’re an idiot child? Yeah, because I often take idiot childs into my bed… children…shut up.”
“You shut up. I’m not… not going to be the person you’re all, like, oooo! I got stupid Dom to blow me last night. What? You’re, you know, calling your sister up and telling her how easy I am to get on my knees.”
“Yeah. Yeah, Dom, I’m calling up my fucking sister, who has just accepted the fact that her only brother went all headlong gay for you, and telling her about my sex life. And then we listen to Abba and paint each other’s toenails.”
“For me? Don’t fool yourself. You were gay long before you met me. You just hadn’t the balls to admit it.”
Billy threw down the manual. “God damn it, Dom! Don’t!”
“I will! Because…” Dom paused in the act of kicking the sofa. “What the fuck are we actually fighting about?
Billy sighed. “Setting the time on the fucking clock.”
“Right.” Dom let his foot fall. “Bill?”
“What? Yes, what is it?”
“I’m going to go for a little walk around the block and then I’ll come back and we’ll pretend that I just came home after being gone for hours. Yeah?”
Billy sighed and shook his head.
“It’ll work. It’ll just…so long.”
Dom closed the door softly behind him. Billy looked at the manual lying on the carpet and closed his eyes. He gripped the remote and tried Dom’s way. It worked.
He went and flipped through his CD case. He queued up Dancing Queen and put it on repeat. He started dinner. He fumed and mentally kicked himself while he minced garlic. He picked up the phone.
“Can you get me a delivery in the next hour? Thank you.”
Dom opened the door.
“Oh! Hey, Bills! How are you?”
Dom (very obviously) did not look at the offending clock.
“I’m well. You hungry?”
“Famished. What can I do?”
Billy passed him a tomato to dice and they were silent for a time.
“The clock is set.”
“I don’t need to know about it.”
“Yes, well, I couldn’t have done it without you because your way worked.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does, I don’t think…”
“I know. It doesn’t matter. I am an over-grown child sometimes. I like that you look out for me. Sometimes I like looking out for you too though. Sometimes I want to be the one who shows you things.”
Billy added olive oil to the skillet and stared down into the pan.
“Yeah, I get that. I’m always showing you how to do laundry and fix your car and pay your bills on time and all you have to bring to the table is things like…oh…how to kiss in a crowd like no one is watching, and how to give really good blow jobs, and how to argue and be fucking really fucking annoyed but still be in love. All those mundane things.”
Dom put his knife down in the bloody tomato and came around the counter. He put his hands on Billy’s shoulders and whispered into his ear.
“Do you get tired of being my rock?”
Billy pulled back and thought about it. He leaned forward and put his lips to Dom’s ear.
“No. I just…hope I’m more than that.”
Billy cupped Dom’s face in his hands and leaned back to look at his face. Dom’s eyes were wet and he tried to lean forward to bury his face in Billy’s neck, but Billy wouldn’t allow it.
“The thing is, Bill,” Dom toyed with the collar of Billy’s shirt. “The thing of it is, is that I wouldn’t be any good at the things you think I’m good at if I didn’t have you. Except blowjobs. But, no one’s ever forgotten the crowd because of me and no one’s ever been as ready to forgive me for stupid things before…before you.”
“Yeah, I’m a fucking saint. Listen, let’s stop being the gayest gays that ever gayed for just one moment because the garlic is going to burn, yeah?”
Billy turned away to see to the skillet and Dom returned to his tomato.
“Is it more gay to worry to about one’s dinner burning than it is to worry about the feelings of one’s gay lover, Bill?”
“Yes and no. One does not want one’s gay lover to be hurt by a burnt dinner, Dom.”
“And if one takes one’s gay lover to bed afterwards and does naughty things to him that Dom can’t even believe then it is even gayer.”
“Is there something we haven’t done that you wouldn’t believe?”
“Oh, I’m always open for surprises, Bill.”
The doorbell rang. Billy tossed the salad.
“Get that, will you?”
Dom came back with a bouquet of flowers.
“Oh! Bill! This has to be the most…faggoty thing a man has ever done for me.”
“So I don’t have to peruse the Kama Sutra before taking you to bed?”
“Well, you could always top yourself.”
“Or you could top me.”
“Let’s decide later. I’m hungry.”
d//b
Disclaimer: This never happened and is not true. It's false.
“I’m listening to it!”
“I think there’s something better on another channel.”
“I don’t care. I’m listening to it.” Billy slapped Dom’s hand away from the car radio and turned it back to his program.
“I need some music, not all the talky talk talk.”
“And I need five minutes peace from you.”
“Yeah? Should I get out then? You can pick me up in five minutes?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Tempt you? Maybe I need a break from you, yeah?”
Billy swerved hard towards the shoulder of the road.
“Fine. Get out.”
Dom didn’t even say anything. He struggled ungracefully with his seatbelt and slammed the car door behind him. Billy peeled out, or tried to, tried to leave Dom in a cloud of dust, and cursed the rain. He drove a quarter of a mile around a curve and pulled over again. He sat fuming behind the wheel and snapped the radio off. He’d lost the thread of the conversation long ago and was too irritated to pick it up again.
“Why? Why does everything have to be loud and bouncy all the time? Why?” Billy looked in the rearview mirror. He couldn’t see Dom. “Why are you a bleeding, ass-buggering, sodding, loud, annoying git!” Billy slammed the steering wheel and put the car into reverse. “Why am I backing up? Why the fuck am I not leaving you to forage in the wilds of LA? Why do you look so cute with your thumb stuck out in the rearview mirror?”
Billy stopped the car and put it in park.
“Get the fuck in.”
Dom leaned down to peer in the window. “I’ve still got two minutes left of my break.”
“Get. The. Fuck. In. This. Car.”
“No.”
Billy sighed and counted to a hundred and twenty very slowly.
“Get in.”
Dom opened the car door and made himself comfy.
“No one touches the radio.”
“Is there a radio? How novel. I think I’ll just think some thoughts if it’s all the same to you, Bills.”
Billy drove.
“I’m thinking about you, by the way,” Dom said after a mile or two. “You don’t have any clothes on.”
“Yeah? I’m thinking about you too. You’re on your knees and you’re fucking silent for once.”
Dom closed his eyes and smiled.
“Yeah, I’m happy though.”
~*~
“Dom! Fucking ow!”
“Bill?”
“Fucking twat! Watch what you’re doing!”
“Did I get ya?”
“You poked my fucking eye out!”
“I’m sorry, tulip. I was just…I didn’t mean…”
“You were just flailing about, entirely out of control of your extremities, I know.”
“I’ll make Orli be your seeing-eye dog.”
Billy rubbed his eye and looked around. Elijah was staring at the sunset as if it was the last sunset ever. Orli was staring at Dom with affectionate hatred.
“Shall I kiss it better?”
Orlando got interested in the ice in his glass.
Billy had to smile. “Maybe later.”
Dom’s face was creased into lines of real concern though.
“Oh, I was more startled than hurt. Just watch what you’re doing, alright?”
Dom smiled. “I’ll kiss it better now. They can close their eyes so the gayness doesn’t rub off on them.” Dom nodded towards Orlando and Elijah and leaned over kiss both of Billy’s eyelids.
There was a hitched breath and Dom knew it didn’t come from Billy. He looked around and Elijah was staring at the sunset again.
“It’s really beautiful, you know? When the sun kisses the earth? I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it. It makes them both so much more beautiful.”
Dom leaned in close to Billy’s ear.
“You make me beautiful.”
~*~
“No.”
“Yes.”
“It won’t work.”
“Bill, I’m telling you…”
“Dom, just let me…”
“Fucking! I’m telling you! I’m speaking words! It will!”
“It says here to…”
“Listen, I know you think I’m some sort of over-grown, idiot child, but I know how it works!”
“I think you’re an idiot child? Yeah, because I often take idiot childs into my bed… children…shut up.”
“You shut up. I’m not… not going to be the person you’re all, like, oooo! I got stupid Dom to blow me last night. What? You’re, you know, calling your sister up and telling her how easy I am to get on my knees.”
“Yeah. Yeah, Dom, I’m calling up my fucking sister, who has just accepted the fact that her only brother went all headlong gay for you, and telling her about my sex life. And then we listen to Abba and paint each other’s toenails.”
“For me? Don’t fool yourself. You were gay long before you met me. You just hadn’t the balls to admit it.”
Billy threw down the manual. “God damn it, Dom! Don’t!”
“I will! Because…” Dom paused in the act of kicking the sofa. “What the fuck are we actually fighting about?
Billy sighed. “Setting the time on the fucking clock.”
“Right.” Dom let his foot fall. “Bill?”
“What? Yes, what is it?”
“I’m going to go for a little walk around the block and then I’ll come back and we’ll pretend that I just came home after being gone for hours. Yeah?”
Billy sighed and shook his head.
“It’ll work. It’ll just…so long.”
Dom closed the door softly behind him. Billy looked at the manual lying on the carpet and closed his eyes. He gripped the remote and tried Dom’s way. It worked.
He went and flipped through his CD case. He queued up Dancing Queen and put it on repeat. He started dinner. He fumed and mentally kicked himself while he minced garlic. He picked up the phone.
“Can you get me a delivery in the next hour? Thank you.”
Dom opened the door.
“Oh! Hey, Bills! How are you?”
Dom (very obviously) did not look at the offending clock.
“I’m well. You hungry?”
“Famished. What can I do?”
Billy passed him a tomato to dice and they were silent for a time.
“The clock is set.”
“I don’t need to know about it.”
“Yes, well, I couldn’t have done it without you because your way worked.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does, I don’t think…”
“I know. It doesn’t matter. I am an over-grown child sometimes. I like that you look out for me. Sometimes I like looking out for you too though. Sometimes I want to be the one who shows you things.”
Billy added olive oil to the skillet and stared down into the pan.
“Yeah, I get that. I’m always showing you how to do laundry and fix your car and pay your bills on time and all you have to bring to the table is things like…oh…how to kiss in a crowd like no one is watching, and how to give really good blow jobs, and how to argue and be fucking really fucking annoyed but still be in love. All those mundane things.”
Dom put his knife down in the bloody tomato and came around the counter. He put his hands on Billy’s shoulders and whispered into his ear.
“Do you get tired of being my rock?”
Billy pulled back and thought about it. He leaned forward and put his lips to Dom’s ear.
“No. I just…hope I’m more than that.”
Billy cupped Dom’s face in his hands and leaned back to look at his face. Dom’s eyes were wet and he tried to lean forward to bury his face in Billy’s neck, but Billy wouldn’t allow it.
“The thing is, Bill,” Dom toyed with the collar of Billy’s shirt. “The thing of it is, is that I wouldn’t be any good at the things you think I’m good at if I didn’t have you. Except blowjobs. But, no one’s ever forgotten the crowd because of me and no one’s ever been as ready to forgive me for stupid things before…before you.”
“Yeah, I’m a fucking saint. Listen, let’s stop being the gayest gays that ever gayed for just one moment because the garlic is going to burn, yeah?”
Billy turned away to see to the skillet and Dom returned to his tomato.
“Is it more gay to worry to about one’s dinner burning than it is to worry about the feelings of one’s gay lover, Bill?”
“Yes and no. One does not want one’s gay lover to be hurt by a burnt dinner, Dom.”
“And if one takes one’s gay lover to bed afterwards and does naughty things to him that Dom can’t even believe then it is even gayer.”
“Is there something we haven’t done that you wouldn’t believe?”
“Oh, I’m always open for surprises, Bill.”
The doorbell rang. Billy tossed the salad.
“Get that, will you?”
Dom came back with a bouquet of flowers.
“Oh! Bill! This has to be the most…faggoty thing a man has ever done for me.”
“So I don’t have to peruse the Kama Sutra before taking you to bed?”
“Well, you could always top yourself.”
“Or you could top me.”
“Let’s decide later. I’m hungry.”
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*giggles* *snorts*
“I think you’re an idiot child? Yeah, because I often take idiot childs into my bed… children…shut up.”
Wowie. That was funny. XD
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This is not false. It's true. Well, it feels true. And so,so funny and sweet. So, thanks.
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snickersnickersnicker! Heh, sorry, immaturity. XD
Haha, I love this! Funny and sweet and. . . Perfect. Thanks for this!
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The second fight was so cute and sooooo GAY! LOL!
Great writing!!
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Gad, I can so HEAR Billy's exasperated voice saying this.
Sweet, funny, and touching. I love how you write these two.
Thank you very much!
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ETA: forgot I'd already commented. I mean it twice as much :-D
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(I'm laughing with you. Not, you know, at you.)
(You're laughing btw, in order for this scenario to work and so on.)
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really, but don´t let them fight more than this xD
else i would pee of laughing
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