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Title: Words of Wisdom
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish.
Summary: Dom’s in need of some guidance.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it's my drug of choice.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Last one written will be posted tomorrow... Still working on Y & Z.
Previous: A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V
It's the sharp sound of knuckles making contact with the solid wood of his front door that drags Dom from his heavy thoughts, and with a heavy sigh he pushes himself up off the couch to answer it. With a bit of luck, this will be the only interruption tonight, and he'll be free to drown his misery in peace, with pizza and beer. He scrubs a hand through already tousled hair, and reaches into his pocket for some cash with his free hand as he opens the door.
"That was fast," he comments. "How much-"
When he realizes that the person standing at his door isn't there to deliver pizza, Dom swallows a curse and turns his head, but it's too late.
"What the fuck happened to you?" Billy demands with a gasp, gently pressing against the side of the younger man's chin so he can get a better look at the right side of Dom's face.
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"Fine?" Billy repeats in disbelief, taking in the dampness around Dom's bloodshot eye, redness in his cheek, and an unmistakably puffy lower lip. "Who hit you?"
"I said it's nothing," Dom insists, shifting from one foot to the other and trying to pull away. "I thought you were meeting Lij and Orli at the pub."
"Don't change the subject," Billy says firmly, pushing his way inside Dom's flat. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened."
The bright glare of headlights washes across the foyer wall as the pizza delivery Dom was expecting finally arrives, and Billy holds his tongue while he pays for the takeaway. The second the door closes, he takes Dom by the elbow and walks him over to the couch, dropping the pizza box on the coffee table.
"Sit."
Obediently, Dom sinks down, staring at his hands.
"I'm waiting." The softer tone in Billy's voice causes Dom's belly to twist.
"It's not that bad," Dom whispers, hating that he can't suppress the tremble in his voice.
A frustrated stream of curses that would make a sailor blush roll off Billy's pointy tongue, and then he shoves his way up from the couch and stalks over to the kitchen. Less than a minute later he returns, a small package cradled in his hands, and it's as Billy sits down that Dom recognizes the sound of clinking ice cubes inside a dampened dish towel.
"Lie down and put your head back," Billy says, applying gentle pressure to Dom's shoulder, encouraging him to stretch out on the couch.
"I don't-"
"Dom please. Don't fight me. Ice will help with the bruise."
A sharp intake of breath is the only sound that Dom makes when Billy brings the ice pack to his cheek, and the younger man closes his eyes in attempt to hide his emotions. For nearly five minutes the room is silent, but Dom can feel Billy's questioning eyes on him, small fingers sliding through dark blonde hair, smoothing it off his forehead.
"Are you ready to talk?" Billy asks finally.
Reluctantly, Dom opens his eyes, knowing that he cannot put it off any longer. "It's not what you think."
"Probably not," Billy interjects. "Since I have no idea what to think right now. All I know is that someone hurt my best mate, and he didn't tell me. I thought you were going to meet us at the pub."
"I was there," Dom says, licking his lips to moisten them and wincing when the slight pressure on his lower lip causes discomfort. "I was early. Thought I'd grab a table, have a pint while I waited."
Adjusting the ice pack against the side of Dom's face, Billy slides the pad of his thumb ever so lightly over Dom's mouth. "I don't think a table or a pint did this."
"The fact that I'm a right fucking idiot is what did this," Dom replies sharply, shame coloring his cheeks. "Daft wanker, you’ve called me, more than once. You were right."
"That was piss taking," Billy protests, regretting the words now. "What happened?"
"Saw a bloke up at the bar. I'd seen him before," Dom explains hesitantly, unable to meet Billy's caring, confused gaze. "Went to the loo, and I was at the sink when he came in. Thought maybe he was interested and- Well, turned out I was wrong."
"And he hit you."
"Could've used some of that Ju Jitsu of yours," Dom laments.
"Jeet Kune Do," Billy corrects gently.
"And I'm wrong again. Terrific."
"Are you okay?" Billy asks, and quickly adds. "I mean you, not just your face."
"It hurts, but not as much as my pride," Dom whispers. "Feel like such a prat."
"You're not a prat. He's a fucking prick."
Before Dom can close his eyes or shift away, Billy leans forward and gathers him close for a hug, stroking the younger man's back and rocking him ever so gently. "Wish you'd called me."
"Didn't really want an audience for my wallowing," Dom admits reluctantly, voice muffled against Billy's neck. “Pity will only make me feel worse.”
"Best mates, remember?" Billy murmurs against his hair. "If it was me-"
A snort of disbelief causes him to pause, then Dom is pulling out of his embrace, sitting up and feet coming to rest on the floor. There's so much Billy wants to say, but he opts to let the matter rest for a little while, at least until they've had some pizza. Once they've both eaten their fill, however, he tries again, disappearing into the kitchen briefly and returning with fresh ice.
"Lip still looks puffy," he comments. "Feeling any better?"
"Yeah."
"Did he hit you anywhere else?"
"No, just the one time. That was more than enough."
"Are you going to keep beating yourself up?" Billy inquires, watching Dom meet his gaze in surprise. "Pick up where he left off?"
"Bill-"
"When are you going to figure out that you're special, Dom?" Billy interrupts, holding the younger man's gaze by sheer force of will. "The right person is out there, someone who'll appreciate you."
"It's a little tough to believe that at the moment," Dom says ruefully, eyes dark and sad. "I was so wrong this time. How am I ever going to know when it's right?"
"The good news is, you don't have to figure it out tonight," Billy tells him, smiling gently when Dom leans into him, sliding an arm around his shoulders. "It also helps to have a friend to lean on. Like say, a best mate?"
The heavy weight that Dom's been carrying on his shoulders since that disastrous moment in the loo finally slides away, and with a sigh he sinks gratefully into Billy's strength.
"Thank you," he whispers. "And I'm sorry you missed the pub."
"It'll be there tomorrow, and besides, it wouldn't have been much fun without you," Billy says with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to the top of Dom's head. "Can I stay here tonight?"
Grateful for the company, Dom asks, "You wouldn't mind?"
"As long as you promise to share the blankets," Billy teases. "Don't fancy the idea of freezing my arse off, ta very much."
The next several hours pass quietly with movies on the DVD player and some Paracetamol to give Dom some relief, and when Dom's eyelids start to grow heavy, the two men opt to turn in early. The ice seems to have helped with the swelling and bruising, Dom decides as he eyes himself critically in the mirror while brushing his teeth, and is relieved to discover that Billy is already settled on the mattress when he walks into the bedroom a few minutes later. The urge to curl into the Scotsman is strong, but Dom tries to resist, determined not to make the same bloody mistake twice in one day, turning out the light and shifting around to find a comfortable position on his side of the bed.
"Get over here," Billy growls, lifting his arm and tugging the younger man closer with his other hand, not letting go until Dom is pressed against him, head tucked under his chin. "This work for you?"
Comforted by Billy's warm breath wuffling his hair, Dom nods and loops his arm around Billy's waist. "Thanks."
"Sweet dreams, Dommie."
There is no talking after that, Billy's small fingers rubbing a slow, lazy circle on Dom's lower back, the soothing touch lulling him off to sleep in a matter of minutes. Knowing that Dom is curled up in his embrace, safe and protected, helps Billy to put his mind at ease, and he finally relaxes, surrendering to the welcoming arms of sleep.
In the morning they can talk about Dom's taste in blokes, and maybe, just maybe, Billy will be able to convince him to try again. This time, with a Scot.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
fin
Title: Words of Wisdom
Author:
dylan_dufresnePairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish.
Summary: Dom’s in need of some guidance.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it's my drug of choice.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Last one written will be posted tomorrow... Still working on Y & Z.
Previous: A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V
It's the sharp sound of knuckles making contact with the solid wood of his front door that drags Dom from his heavy thoughts, and with a heavy sigh he pushes himself up off the couch to answer it. With a bit of luck, this will be the only interruption tonight, and he'll be free to drown his misery in peace, with pizza and beer. He scrubs a hand through already tousled hair, and reaches into his pocket for some cash with his free hand as he opens the door.
"That was fast," he comments. "How much-"
When he realizes that the person standing at his door isn't there to deliver pizza, Dom swallows a curse and turns his head, but it's too late.
"What the fuck happened to you?" Billy demands with a gasp, gently pressing against the side of the younger man's chin so he can get a better look at the right side of Dom's face.
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"Fine?" Billy repeats in disbelief, taking in the dampness around Dom's bloodshot eye, redness in his cheek, and an unmistakably puffy lower lip. "Who hit you?"
"I said it's nothing," Dom insists, shifting from one foot to the other and trying to pull away. "I thought you were meeting Lij and Orli at the pub."
"Don't change the subject," Billy says firmly, pushing his way inside Dom's flat. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened."
The bright glare of headlights washes across the foyer wall as the pizza delivery Dom was expecting finally arrives, and Billy holds his tongue while he pays for the takeaway. The second the door closes, he takes Dom by the elbow and walks him over to the couch, dropping the pizza box on the coffee table.
"Sit."
Obediently, Dom sinks down, staring at his hands.
"I'm waiting." The softer tone in Billy's voice causes Dom's belly to twist.
"It's not that bad," Dom whispers, hating that he can't suppress the tremble in his voice.
A frustrated stream of curses that would make a sailor blush roll off Billy's pointy tongue, and then he shoves his way up from the couch and stalks over to the kitchen. Less than a minute later he returns, a small package cradled in his hands, and it's as Billy sits down that Dom recognizes the sound of clinking ice cubes inside a dampened dish towel.
"Lie down and put your head back," Billy says, applying gentle pressure to Dom's shoulder, encouraging him to stretch out on the couch.
"I don't-"
"Dom please. Don't fight me. Ice will help with the bruise."
A sharp intake of breath is the only sound that Dom makes when Billy brings the ice pack to his cheek, and the younger man closes his eyes in attempt to hide his emotions. For nearly five minutes the room is silent, but Dom can feel Billy's questioning eyes on him, small fingers sliding through dark blonde hair, smoothing it off his forehead.
"Are you ready to talk?" Billy asks finally.
Reluctantly, Dom opens his eyes, knowing that he cannot put it off any longer. "It's not what you think."
"Probably not," Billy interjects. "Since I have no idea what to think right now. All I know is that someone hurt my best mate, and he didn't tell me. I thought you were going to meet us at the pub."
"I was there," Dom says, licking his lips to moisten them and wincing when the slight pressure on his lower lip causes discomfort. "I was early. Thought I'd grab a table, have a pint while I waited."
Adjusting the ice pack against the side of Dom's face, Billy slides the pad of his thumb ever so lightly over Dom's mouth. "I don't think a table or a pint did this."
"The fact that I'm a right fucking idiot is what did this," Dom replies sharply, shame coloring his cheeks. "Daft wanker, you’ve called me, more than once. You were right."
"That was piss taking," Billy protests, regretting the words now. "What happened?"
"Saw a bloke up at the bar. I'd seen him before," Dom explains hesitantly, unable to meet Billy's caring, confused gaze. "Went to the loo, and I was at the sink when he came in. Thought maybe he was interested and- Well, turned out I was wrong."
"And he hit you."
"Could've used some of that Ju Jitsu of yours," Dom laments.
"Jeet Kune Do," Billy corrects gently.
"And I'm wrong again. Terrific."
"Are you okay?" Billy asks, and quickly adds. "I mean you, not just your face."
"It hurts, but not as much as my pride," Dom whispers. "Feel like such a prat."
"You're not a prat. He's a fucking prick."
Before Dom can close his eyes or shift away, Billy leans forward and gathers him close for a hug, stroking the younger man's back and rocking him ever so gently. "Wish you'd called me."
"Didn't really want an audience for my wallowing," Dom admits reluctantly, voice muffled against Billy's neck. “Pity will only make me feel worse.”
"Best mates, remember?" Billy murmurs against his hair. "If it was me-"
A snort of disbelief causes him to pause, then Dom is pulling out of his embrace, sitting up and feet coming to rest on the floor. There's so much Billy wants to say, but he opts to let the matter rest for a little while, at least until they've had some pizza. Once they've both eaten their fill, however, he tries again, disappearing into the kitchen briefly and returning with fresh ice.
"Lip still looks puffy," he comments. "Feeling any better?"
"Yeah."
"Did he hit you anywhere else?"
"No, just the one time. That was more than enough."
"Are you going to keep beating yourself up?" Billy inquires, watching Dom meet his gaze in surprise. "Pick up where he left off?"
"Bill-"
"When are you going to figure out that you're special, Dom?" Billy interrupts, holding the younger man's gaze by sheer force of will. "The right person is out there, someone who'll appreciate you."
"It's a little tough to believe that at the moment," Dom says ruefully, eyes dark and sad. "I was so wrong this time. How am I ever going to know when it's right?"
"The good news is, you don't have to figure it out tonight," Billy tells him, smiling gently when Dom leans into him, sliding an arm around his shoulders. "It also helps to have a friend to lean on. Like say, a best mate?"
The heavy weight that Dom's been carrying on his shoulders since that disastrous moment in the loo finally slides away, and with a sigh he sinks gratefully into Billy's strength.
"Thank you," he whispers. "And I'm sorry you missed the pub."
"It'll be there tomorrow, and besides, it wouldn't have been much fun without you," Billy says with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to the top of Dom's head. "Can I stay here tonight?"
Grateful for the company, Dom asks, "You wouldn't mind?"
"As long as you promise to share the blankets," Billy teases. "Don't fancy the idea of freezing my arse off, ta very much."
The next several hours pass quietly with movies on the DVD player and some Paracetamol to give Dom some relief, and when Dom's eyelids start to grow heavy, the two men opt to turn in early. The ice seems to have helped with the swelling and bruising, Dom decides as he eyes himself critically in the mirror while brushing his teeth, and is relieved to discover that Billy is already settled on the mattress when he walks into the bedroom a few minutes later. The urge to curl into the Scotsman is strong, but Dom tries to resist, determined not to make the same bloody mistake twice in one day, turning out the light and shifting around to find a comfortable position on his side of the bed.
"Get over here," Billy growls, lifting his arm and tugging the younger man closer with his other hand, not letting go until Dom is pressed against him, head tucked under his chin. "This work for you?"
Comforted by Billy's warm breath wuffling his hair, Dom nods and loops his arm around Billy's waist. "Thanks."
"Sweet dreams, Dommie."
There is no talking after that, Billy's small fingers rubbing a slow, lazy circle on Dom's lower back, the soothing touch lulling him off to sleep in a matter of minutes. Knowing that Dom is curled up in his embrace, safe and protected, helps Billy to put his mind at ease, and he finally relaxes, surrendering to the welcoming arms of sleep.
In the morning they can talk about Dom's taste in blokes, and maybe, just maybe, Billy will be able to convince him to try again. This time, with a Scot.
fin
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Well done, Dylan! I'm going to hate to see this series end.
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Thank you. It's nice to see you here...
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You know I love this one.
*goes to happy place*
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I love your writing so much! It's like an addiction...I just want your stories to go on and on... When I win the lotto can I possibly hire you to write me a new monaboyd story everyday? ;P Ahhhhhhhh to dream! LOL!
Ta!
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Thanks so much for your lovely words. :::blushes::: Happy that you enjoyed.
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Good luck with your deadline. :)
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Dom really is a daft wanker if he can't see how much Bily loves him.
and more tomorrow? yay! :D
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Yes, I've got one more to go - and to get going on the last 2 letters of the series...
Thanks so much. :)
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Sweet! I loved this one so much! Can't wait for the next<3.
Billy comforting Dommie - that works for me sooo much!!! Love it!
*still your fan*
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Thank you very much. So pleased that you're enjoying. :)
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Can I hate the mean bastard who hit Dommie? I'll take whatever is left after Billy gets after him..xD I just have the strangest feeling when Billy is pissed off it's best to say your prayers then run...especially if it's over Dom, his Dom.
I always love your writing! Great job!
<3
Robin Gurl
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I like writing Billy as the one doing the pursuing. It's fun. :)
Thank you.
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Oh, Dom. The bathroom? And dear Billy; he's such an understanding, soothing influence on Dom. They were just made for each other.
Thank you, Dylan!
*hugs*
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They were just made for each other.
Oooh. I like that. Thanks muchly. :)
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Thank you. :)
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Cozy resolution. That sounds lovely.