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many-miles-away.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 7th, 2004 07:55 pm)Hi all!
I've just joined, and I really need help. I've finally given in to the delicious temptation that is Dom/Billy slash, even though for some reason (and despite the fact that one year ago I was a rabbid BSB slasher) RPS is making me uneasy nowadays (unless it's Keira Knightley/Natalie Portman. Weird...).
Anyway, I've started writing a ficlet a couple of days ago, but I don't feel anything's right about it. Words just don't flow like they usually do, and I have that nagging feeling that I should just erase the whole thing and stop thinking about it. I've posted what I've written so far on my LJ, but for the first time nobody's commented on it. So I'm looking for comments, and advice if you have any to spare, and what better place to go to than here?! I've discovered this community two days ago and so far all the fics I've read were fantastic! And they all sounded so real, so in character (well, you know what I mean)... So if anybody can tell me how to achieve good Dom/Billy, I expect it should be you all.
So here's the first part of my story! Please do tell me what you think!
*hugs*
Maddy.
Everytime he laughs he leans closer to you; as if he wanted to tell you a secret, or maybe because he's only laughing for you. It's his laugh that got to you first, or at least now you look back on things, it seems that way.
Or maybe it was his eyes. They're always twinkling, either with joy or with sadness. Most often with joy. Seeing Dominic sad is like seeing one's mother crying. It's something that shouldn't happen, and makes people very uncomfortable.
Or maybe, Billy thought with ressentment as Dom did it yet again, it was this horrible habit of his, the way he couldn't go through one minute without licking his lips. Billy glared at Dominic for a second, then looked back down at his glass just in time to avoid Dom's amused eyes as they turned to him.
Billy had always thought that when you reached 35 (actually, when you reached anything older than 22), you wouldn't get silly crushes anymore, you wouldn't feel all giddy because the object of your affection smiled at you for half a second, and your hands surely wouldn't get moist just because he was sitting next to you. But they did, and he did, and even though it wasn't just a crush (but was that really an improvement?), it made him as giggly as a 14-year-old boy.
Mind you, Dominic was 27. Surely he shouldn't be that childish, that unbearably cute, right?
Right.
"You're looking pensive," Dominic suddenly said, leaning towards Billy. His shoulder pressed against Billy's, his eyes boring into Billy's profile. To his dismay, the latter found himself fidgetting in his seat, nails nervously tapping against his half-drunk pint.
Dom tipped his head to the site, licked his lips yet again, then grinned. "Somebody's unhappy..." he whispered playfully.
"I'm not!" Billy said, carefully avoiding to look at Dominic's face. Then wondered why he had even bothered answering.
Dominic scooted closer and nuzzled his face against Billy's neck, purring like an old cat.
"Dom..." Billy warned, trying to prevent his heart from outrunning itself.
Dominic purred louder.
"Stop it!" Billy squeaked.
But Dominic only snuggled closer, snickering. His warm (and inebriated) breath fanned over Billy's neck, sending a shiver so strong along his spine that he visibly trembled, his shoulder bumping against Dominic's chin, who didn't seem to notice.
"Dom!" Billy hissed as what was unmistakebly Dominic's tongue glided along his neck. His hand automatically went to Dominic's thigh and squeezed it warningly, which, Billy realized when said hand refused to move away, wasn't such a good idea after all.
"You're such a killjoy," Dominic slurred, one arm sliding around Billy's waist, pressing against his stomach.
Billy's fingers gripped Dominic's thigh so hard the nails broke through the jeans. Then Dom's lips closed around his earlobe and Billy litterally jumped up and away from the table, while a stunned Dominic collapsed on the red bench, blinking.
"I think you've really, really had too much to drink, there, lad" Billy stammered with a nervous laugh, feeling his cheeks heating up. He darted looks around them, worried to see somebody watching them, but nobody seemed to be paying them any attention. It was hard to tell when his vision was suddenly so blurry, though.
"What the..." Dominic began, then stumbled to his feet as Billy scampered in the general direction of the pub's door. It wasn't exactly easy to hurry when you had to slither between crowded bodies, but he had almost turned the corner of the next street when Dominic staggered out of the pub, calling out his name.
"Bill!! For fusck...cuf...fuck's sake, wait!"
Billy waited. He couldn't believe he had actually tried to run away. Was he really turning 14 again? God, it was a scary, scary thought...
Fourteen or not, he didn't have any choice anyway. He was the one supposed to drive them back to the hotel. Which was why Dominic was stone drunk and he was stuck in this uncomfortable sobriety.
Something suddenly leaned on him heavily, and arms slung over his shoulders, as Dominic caught up with him.
"What's wrong?!" Dominic shouted.
Billy put his hands on his hurt ears, wincing, and Dom laughed.
"Nothing's wrong," Billy said once Dominic had calmed down, his eyes feverishly looking for something to rest on other than Dominic's smile. "I just...felt like having a bit of fresh air, is all."
"You know what?" Dominic asked, frowning in concentration.
"What?"
"When you're nervous your accent's stronger."
Billy opened his mouth, then closed it back. What could you say to that, anyway?
"That's neat," Dominic added, nodding to himself.
There was a pause, then Billy started walking again. "It's getting late," he said, even though it was barely midnight. "We'd better go back to the hotel."
Dominic shrugged, and fell into pace with Billy. They passed in front of another pub; somebody shouted their names, but the voice faltered before the end of "Monaghan", as if the person was suddenly deciding it was time to stop drinking. Billy smiled to himself.
"Why are you nervous??" Dominic asked suddenly, as if ten minutes hadn't passed between this and his last remark.
Billy screwed his eyes shut, sighing. His pace slowed down until he was barely moving. Dom continued walking for a few seconds before realizing that Billy wasn't at his side anymore, and trotted back to him.
Billy smiled at him. He couldn't help it. Dominic grinned back, hands stuck in the back pockets of his jeans.
"So, why are you nervous?" he repeated, nonchalantly balancing himself on tiptoes.
"I'm not nervous."
"Yes you are," Dominic insisted. He stepped forward, and, instinctively, Billy stepped back.
He knew it was a bad idea as soon as his foot touched the ground. Dominic's smile widened and he chuckled, shaking his head.
"Since when are you afraid of physical contact, Billy Boy?"
"I'm not...look, there were people in that place, in case you haven't noticed!"
"And?" Dominic asked, blinking innocently. "Think they might think that..." he started, mischievousness growing steady on his face.
Billy had his mouth opened when Dom said "Aww...", waved his hand dismissively and hugged Billy, laughing under his breath.
Billy's body stiffened as they stumbled backwards. "Dom..." he said, sounding weary.
"Whaaat, are you afraid I'm coming on to you?" Dominic teased, pressing Billy against the nearest wall, and his body against his.
Billy closed his eyes, feeling faint. He had also thought that at 35, you wouldn't get hard without previous notice anymore.
Dominic froze, and Billy carefully kept his eyes closed, waiting for Dom to just step away from him. Any second now.
But seconds passed and Billy could still feel the weight of Dominic's body against his own. There was movement, which Billy couldn't identify, then the smell of beer got sensibly closer to his nose.
Then something happened, something so absurd that Billy had to open his eyes. They only met Dominic's forehead and closed eyelids.
Billy blinked. Then Dominic's lips started moving against his and, both from habit and eagerness, he felt his own lips respond.
Dominic was kissing him.
...
Something was wrong there. Let's see, thought the part of his brain that could still function normally.
Dominic was kissing him.
Dominic was kissing him.
A drunk as fuck Dominic was kissing him.
Ah. So that's where the error lay.
Ignoring the screams of protest erupting from and the picket lines taking shape in every cell of his body, Billy pushed Dominic away, gently but firmly, and took a deep breath.
"Dom, I think we'd better go back to the hotel and you had better drink one or five cups of coffee," he said.
Ah. At last the calm befitting his age. His hands weren't even moist! Feeling bold, he gazed straight into Dominic's twinkling eyes and instantly wished he hadn't. It was all he could do not to throw himself at his friend and ravish him on the pavement.
I've just joined, and I really need help. I've finally given in to the delicious temptation that is Dom/Billy slash, even though for some reason (and despite the fact that one year ago I was a rabbid BSB slasher) RPS is making me uneasy nowadays (unless it's Keira Knightley/Natalie Portman. Weird...).
Anyway, I've started writing a ficlet a couple of days ago, but I don't feel anything's right about it. Words just don't flow like they usually do, and I have that nagging feeling that I should just erase the whole thing and stop thinking about it. I've posted what I've written so far on my LJ, but for the first time nobody's commented on it. So I'm looking for comments, and advice if you have any to spare, and what better place to go to than here?! I've discovered this community two days ago and so far all the fics I've read were fantastic! And they all sounded so real, so in character (well, you know what I mean)... So if anybody can tell me how to achieve good Dom/Billy, I expect it should be you all.
So here's the first part of my story! Please do tell me what you think!
*hugs*
Maddy.
Everytime he laughs he leans closer to you; as if he wanted to tell you a secret, or maybe because he's only laughing for you. It's his laugh that got to you first, or at least now you look back on things, it seems that way.
Or maybe it was his eyes. They're always twinkling, either with joy or with sadness. Most often with joy. Seeing Dominic sad is like seeing one's mother crying. It's something that shouldn't happen, and makes people very uncomfortable.
Or maybe, Billy thought with ressentment as Dom did it yet again, it was this horrible habit of his, the way he couldn't go through one minute without licking his lips. Billy glared at Dominic for a second, then looked back down at his glass just in time to avoid Dom's amused eyes as they turned to him.
Billy had always thought that when you reached 35 (actually, when you reached anything older than 22), you wouldn't get silly crushes anymore, you wouldn't feel all giddy because the object of your affection smiled at you for half a second, and your hands surely wouldn't get moist just because he was sitting next to you. But they did, and he did, and even though it wasn't just a crush (but was that really an improvement?), it made him as giggly as a 14-year-old boy.
Mind you, Dominic was 27. Surely he shouldn't be that childish, that unbearably cute, right?
Right.
"You're looking pensive," Dominic suddenly said, leaning towards Billy. His shoulder pressed against Billy's, his eyes boring into Billy's profile. To his dismay, the latter found himself fidgetting in his seat, nails nervously tapping against his half-drunk pint.
Dom tipped his head to the site, licked his lips yet again, then grinned. "Somebody's unhappy..." he whispered playfully.
"I'm not!" Billy said, carefully avoiding to look at Dominic's face. Then wondered why he had even bothered answering.
Dominic scooted closer and nuzzled his face against Billy's neck, purring like an old cat.
"Dom..." Billy warned, trying to prevent his heart from outrunning itself.
Dominic purred louder.
"Stop it!" Billy squeaked.
But Dominic only snuggled closer, snickering. His warm (and inebriated) breath fanned over Billy's neck, sending a shiver so strong along his spine that he visibly trembled, his shoulder bumping against Dominic's chin, who didn't seem to notice.
"Dom!" Billy hissed as what was unmistakebly Dominic's tongue glided along his neck. His hand automatically went to Dominic's thigh and squeezed it warningly, which, Billy realized when said hand refused to move away, wasn't such a good idea after all.
"You're such a killjoy," Dominic slurred, one arm sliding around Billy's waist, pressing against his stomach.
Billy's fingers gripped Dominic's thigh so hard the nails broke through the jeans. Then Dom's lips closed around his earlobe and Billy litterally jumped up and away from the table, while a stunned Dominic collapsed on the red bench, blinking.
"I think you've really, really had too much to drink, there, lad" Billy stammered with a nervous laugh, feeling his cheeks heating up. He darted looks around them, worried to see somebody watching them, but nobody seemed to be paying them any attention. It was hard to tell when his vision was suddenly so blurry, though.
"What the..." Dominic began, then stumbled to his feet as Billy scampered in the general direction of the pub's door. It wasn't exactly easy to hurry when you had to slither between crowded bodies, but he had almost turned the corner of the next street when Dominic staggered out of the pub, calling out his name.
"Bill!! For fusck...cuf...fuck's sake, wait!"
Billy waited. He couldn't believe he had actually tried to run away. Was he really turning 14 again? God, it was a scary, scary thought...
Fourteen or not, he didn't have any choice anyway. He was the one supposed to drive them back to the hotel. Which was why Dominic was stone drunk and he was stuck in this uncomfortable sobriety.
Something suddenly leaned on him heavily, and arms slung over his shoulders, as Dominic caught up with him.
"What's wrong?!" Dominic shouted.
Billy put his hands on his hurt ears, wincing, and Dom laughed.
"Nothing's wrong," Billy said once Dominic had calmed down, his eyes feverishly looking for something to rest on other than Dominic's smile. "I just...felt like having a bit of fresh air, is all."
"You know what?" Dominic asked, frowning in concentration.
"What?"
"When you're nervous your accent's stronger."
Billy opened his mouth, then closed it back. What could you say to that, anyway?
"That's neat," Dominic added, nodding to himself.
There was a pause, then Billy started walking again. "It's getting late," he said, even though it was barely midnight. "We'd better go back to the hotel."
Dominic shrugged, and fell into pace with Billy. They passed in front of another pub; somebody shouted their names, but the voice faltered before the end of "Monaghan", as if the person was suddenly deciding it was time to stop drinking. Billy smiled to himself.
"Why are you nervous??" Dominic asked suddenly, as if ten minutes hadn't passed between this and his last remark.
Billy screwed his eyes shut, sighing. His pace slowed down until he was barely moving. Dom continued walking for a few seconds before realizing that Billy wasn't at his side anymore, and trotted back to him.
Billy smiled at him. He couldn't help it. Dominic grinned back, hands stuck in the back pockets of his jeans.
"So, why are you nervous?" he repeated, nonchalantly balancing himself on tiptoes.
"I'm not nervous."
"Yes you are," Dominic insisted. He stepped forward, and, instinctively, Billy stepped back.
He knew it was a bad idea as soon as his foot touched the ground. Dominic's smile widened and he chuckled, shaking his head.
"Since when are you afraid of physical contact, Billy Boy?"
"I'm not...look, there were people in that place, in case you haven't noticed!"
"And?" Dominic asked, blinking innocently. "Think they might think that..." he started, mischievousness growing steady on his face.
Billy had his mouth opened when Dom said "Aww...", waved his hand dismissively and hugged Billy, laughing under his breath.
Billy's body stiffened as they stumbled backwards. "Dom..." he said, sounding weary.
"Whaaat, are you afraid I'm coming on to you?" Dominic teased, pressing Billy against the nearest wall, and his body against his.
Billy closed his eyes, feeling faint. He had also thought that at 35, you wouldn't get hard without previous notice anymore.
Dominic froze, and Billy carefully kept his eyes closed, waiting for Dom to just step away from him. Any second now.
But seconds passed and Billy could still feel the weight of Dominic's body against his own. There was movement, which Billy couldn't identify, then the smell of beer got sensibly closer to his nose.
Then something happened, something so absurd that Billy had to open his eyes. They only met Dominic's forehead and closed eyelids.
Billy blinked. Then Dominic's lips started moving against his and, both from habit and eagerness, he felt his own lips respond.
Dominic was kissing him.
...
Something was wrong there. Let's see, thought the part of his brain that could still function normally.
Dominic was kissing him.
Dominic was kissing him.
A drunk as fuck Dominic was kissing him.
Ah. So that's where the error lay.
Ignoring the screams of protest erupting from and the picket lines taking shape in every cell of his body, Billy pushed Dominic away, gently but firmly, and took a deep breath.
"Dom, I think we'd better go back to the hotel and you had better drink one or five cups of coffee," he said.
Ah. At last the calm befitting his age. His hands weren't even moist! Feeling bold, he gazed straight into Dominic's twinkling eyes and instantly wished he hadn't. It was all he could do not to throw himself at his friend and ravish him on the pavement.
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write more, please!
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I was going to try and find a very complicated and secret way to give you my email address and then I realized it's already in my profile, so...! So here it is: weaselslave@noos.fr.
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