Pairing: Monaboyd, Mentions of Billy/Other
Rating: PG
Notes: While I'm not exactly new to fic (long time reader, some time writer), I am new to livejournal and this is my first fic(let) in a long while. (First Monaboyd ever!) Feedback is very welcome! Erm... also, the font size on the last paragraph is a bit wonky. Not exactly sure why, but it the font sizer won't quite match it up to the rest. Could anybody tell me how to fix this?
When Billy gets the call, Dom is lounging in an arm chair, demolishing some kind of many-armed, octopus-like creature, happily lost in his own boyish world. Out of the corner of his eye, Dom sees Billy’s face fall and glances over to see his friend disappearing down the hall to his bedroom. Hitting a button, Dom pauses the epic battle he had been waging and moves to sit outside of Billy’s door. He listens to the muffled voice that sounds strangely desperate until it falls silent and he’s fairly certain the conversation is over. He stands, pushes the door open, peers inside and doesn’t have to ask. Whatever romantic attachments Billy had back home are gone now, due to some obscure quarrel that Dom isn’t privy to. Dom puts a hand on his shoulder.
Days later, Billy’s no better. If anything, he’s in worse shape. Dom, being the forward thinker that he is, decides to try the old-fashioned way to help Billy get over his ex. Dragging Billy to the pub is no simple task, but once he’s there, it’s almost laughably easy to get him to nurse scotch after scotch while telling Dom (and the occasional stranger) tales of his would have been high school sweetheart, who didn’t notice him until after graduation. Dom sits for three solid hours playing with his rings and absorbing whatever weight Billy feels the need to unload, until he helps Billy (who’s now too far gone to notice he’s being moved) out the door and into a taxi. On the ride home, Dom let’s Billy sag into him, not particularly minding the awkward position that Billy seems to find comfortable. Dom musses Billy’s hair and holds him close.
Three more weeks finds Billy beginning a slight upward trend that Dom fervently hopes he continues on. He’s conceded to show his face at times and places not explicitly required by his contract and Dom could have sworn he made an honest to goodness attempt at a joke to Orlando earlier in the day. There are still times that Dom opens the door to their shared trailer and sees Billy staring out the window before lunging for a script that he was supposedly shut up in the first place to be studying, but they are becoming less frequent. When it does happen, Dom climbs in and sits beside Billy, acknowledging the unhappiness tinged with guilt that’s thick in the air with a small smile and a gentle pat on the knee. More often than not, Dom kisses him on the cheek.
Having made a full recovery from She-Who-Held-Billy’s-Heart (now demoted to She-Who-Screwed-Billy-Over), Billy’s been somewhat sheepish around everyone. He isn’t proud of following Dom around, hanging onto his coattails for the past month while resolutely ignoring everyone else, save those he had to talk to. Billy finds himself in a familiar position as he sits on his bed with Dom hovering outside the door, trying to convince him that no one cares if he’s been an arse, that he was allowed to be an arse and that everyone will just be happy to have non-arse Billy back. Tired of hearing what he already knows deep down, Billy cracks open the door to peek at Dom. Dommie, as he’s taken to calling him in his head. He knows that without Dom, he’d be a right mess by now, and that Dom’s support has solidified their bond in a way nothing else ever could. Billy sits down cross-legged across from Dom, grinning in spite of himself at the mildly annoyed, somewhat petulant expression. Surprising both of them, Billy kisses Dom.
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I love the ending:).
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