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writteninsable.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 7th, 2004 10:24 pm)Title: This Love (stolen from the song, yes)
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red_moon_rising (or Cai)
Rating: Definitely R, but NC-17 to lean on the safe side, cause I'm paranoid like that.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Disclaimer: Ha. I wish this'd happened. Maybe I could've worked things so I was the janitor in the bathroom or something...but that would've involved a lot of make-up and padding and I really just am not up to putting that much effort into catching two guys shagging...
Dedication:arabella_o because I swear. It's ALL her fault. Honestly. Blame her.
Note #1: Not a song-fic.
Note #2: This has nothing to do with Straight Translators. Sorry for the confusion.
“This love has taken its toll…
I'll fix these broken things
Repair your broken wings
And make sure everything's alright
My pressure on your hips
Sink in my fingertips
Every inch of you
Because I know that's what you want me to do...”
Maroon 5, “This Love”
The first time was messy and fast and so wonderful Billy thought his head would implode. It didn't take long to clean up, but it left him looking at the tiny stain on the hem of his shirt for the rest of the day simply to have some type of proof. Proof that Dominic Monaghan had the best fucking mouth in the entire fucking world.
The second time neither of them meant it to happen but it did and Billy couldn't say he was complaining as he took Dom in his mouth and licked along the thick vein that ran from his base to his crown. He flicked his tongue and things went rather quickly after that. Broom closets in public make-up trailers weren't exactly the ideal spot if one wanted privacy. Not that either of them thought the rest of the cast didn't know. But intuitive knowing and walking in mid-blow-job were two completely different things.
There were many times after that and neither of them could really understand why. It was never official, never in a bed with sheets and pillows…though there was that one time they almost made it to the bed. They ended up on the floor, Billy’s pants around his knees and Dom buried to the hilt as they strained and moved, seeking a release that had them breathing so hard they couldn’t speak.
Many, many times. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, the illicit sensation that crept along their spines, mingling with the pleasure and the intensity of the silence they had to maintain. When they had to maintain silence, anyway. Sometimes they just let the sounds come, listeners be damned.
But when filming ended and Billy moved back to Scotland some things that had always been taken for granted before were put to the test. And then Billy met Ali, hooking up with her in hopes of driving off the cravings he kept getting, the longing to taste Dom, to have him in the back corner of a bar while all the other members of the cast danced. But no. Ali wasn’t like that. Ali wanted the sheets and the bed and the pillows. She wouldn’t even go in for a fuck-on-the-couch.
Little Miss Prim’n’proper. But by the time Billy’d figured that out it was too late and he was, for all intents and purposes, committed. And when the hell’d that happened? But it was useless asking so he went to all the premieres, all the parties and award shows.
Dom was always there. Always lurking in the background, temptation incarnate, and Billy found himself, more often than not, pushed up against the wall of some abandoned room, thighs spread, lips bitten nearly raw, hands scrabbling over too-familiar flesh he hadn’t touched in far too long.
The last time was in a bathroom stall and it was one of those oh god I love you but I can't have more of you than this and yesyesyes keep doing that god want so much more of you than this but I'll take what I can get cause this is better than nothing at all and yeah, my girlfriend’s out there waiting but pretty please don't stop cause I beg so nicely kinda times and Billy walked out to Ali, shirt undone, pants barely staying on his hips, to inform her that things just weren’t working out quite as he’d hoped they would and would she mind catching a cab home, as he had prior engagements?
He thought about it afterward and realized that probably hadn’t been very subtle, but it was too late to change it, and really the pillows were very comfortable and the sheets were quite soft…and Dom pressed against his back was really too distracting. Hands on his hips took his mind from thoughts of his ex and lips trailing down his neck to his collarbone made him throw thought in general out the window. Naked skin on naked skin was better than torn open shirts and shoved-down pants and maybe, just maybe, there was something to the whole bed thing after all…
*nods* All her fault. *points at Ara*
Author:
red_moon_rising (or Cai)Rating: Definitely R, but NC-17 to lean on the safe side, cause I'm paranoid like that.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Disclaimer: Ha. I wish this'd happened. Maybe I could've worked things so I was the janitor in the bathroom or something...but that would've involved a lot of make-up and padding and I really just am not up to putting that much effort into catching two guys shagging...
Dedication:
arabella_o because I swear. It's ALL her fault. Honestly. Blame her.Note #1: Not a song-fic.
Note #2: This has nothing to do with Straight Translators. Sorry for the confusion.
I'll fix these broken things
Repair your broken wings
And make sure everything's alright
My pressure on your hips
Sink in my fingertips
Every inch of you
Because I know that's what you want me to do...”
Maroon 5, “This Love”
The first time was messy and fast and so wonderful Billy thought his head would implode. It didn't take long to clean up, but it left him looking at the tiny stain on the hem of his shirt for the rest of the day simply to have some type of proof. Proof that Dominic Monaghan had the best fucking mouth in the entire fucking world.
The second time neither of them meant it to happen but it did and Billy couldn't say he was complaining as he took Dom in his mouth and licked along the thick vein that ran from his base to his crown. He flicked his tongue and things went rather quickly after that. Broom closets in public make-up trailers weren't exactly the ideal spot if one wanted privacy. Not that either of them thought the rest of the cast didn't know. But intuitive knowing and walking in mid-blow-job were two completely different things.
There were many times after that and neither of them could really understand why. It was never official, never in a bed with sheets and pillows…though there was that one time they almost made it to the bed. They ended up on the floor, Billy’s pants around his knees and Dom buried to the hilt as they strained and moved, seeking a release that had them breathing so hard they couldn’t speak.
Many, many times. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, the illicit sensation that crept along their spines, mingling with the pleasure and the intensity of the silence they had to maintain. When they had to maintain silence, anyway. Sometimes they just let the sounds come, listeners be damned.
But when filming ended and Billy moved back to Scotland some things that had always been taken for granted before were put to the test. And then Billy met Ali, hooking up with her in hopes of driving off the cravings he kept getting, the longing to taste Dom, to have him in the back corner of a bar while all the other members of the cast danced. But no. Ali wasn’t like that. Ali wanted the sheets and the bed and the pillows. She wouldn’t even go in for a fuck-on-the-couch.
Little Miss Prim’n’proper. But by the time Billy’d figured that out it was too late and he was, for all intents and purposes, committed. And when the hell’d that happened? But it was useless asking so he went to all the premieres, all the parties and award shows.
Dom was always there. Always lurking in the background, temptation incarnate, and Billy found himself, more often than not, pushed up against the wall of some abandoned room, thighs spread, lips bitten nearly raw, hands scrabbling over too-familiar flesh he hadn’t touched in far too long.
The last time was in a bathroom stall and it was one of those oh god I love you but I can't have more of you than this and yesyesyes keep doing that god want so much more of you than this but I'll take what I can get cause this is better than nothing at all and yeah, my girlfriend’s out there waiting but pretty please don't stop cause I beg so nicely kinda times and Billy walked out to Ali, shirt undone, pants barely staying on his hips, to inform her that things just weren’t working out quite as he’d hoped they would and would she mind catching a cab home, as he had prior engagements?
He thought about it afterward and realized that probably hadn’t been very subtle, but it was too late to change it, and really the pillows were very comfortable and the sheets were quite soft…and Dom pressed against his back was really too distracting. Hands on his hips took his mind from thoughts of his ex and lips trailing down his neck to his collarbone made him throw thought in general out the window. Naked skin on naked skin was better than torn open shirts and shoved-down pants and maybe, just maybe, there was something to the whole bed thing after all…
*nods* All her fault. *points at Ara*
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*reads this*
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Sorry. I'll go edit it so as not to confuse people.
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And hey! You even used my favourite mood icon! Yay!
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I did it just for you, dearling.
*huggles*
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*loves*
Cai
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Indeed it would.
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Thanks so much!
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Thanks so much!
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heh.
this is really excellent. *nod*
But intuitive knowing and walking in mid-blow-job were two completely different things.
very amusing...
also "temptation incarnate" is a wonderful phrase.
im extremely tired, and yet i comment. im a dumbass. -.- great fic. short, sweet, cute, and funny. :)
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Thanks so much! I'm really glad you liked it!
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Well, I'm glad I was able to undo some of the angstiness I spawned.
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Thanks muchly!
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I've friended you as a result. Hope you don't mind!
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Oh, I don't mind. *smiles*
I'll friend you back as soon as I can get my lazy self over to LJ.
And thanks so much!
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Uh... Err...
Yes. *Nods* More of that, please. Now.
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Thank you!
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And the bed thing. Mmm. Lovely.
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I'm glad you liked it! Thanks so much!
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Love you back, babe.
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OH man. I *loved* this. I think I'll squee again.
*squee!!*
So so sososo good. I especially love that there is a happy ending. That's probably the main reason I am SO in love with this, instead of just in love with it (notice the lack of SO). Happy endings rule, dude.
YAY!!!
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Oh, I like you.
I totally noticed the lack of the "SO" and I'm really really happy you liked it. *smiles*
I'm all about the happy endings.
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*waves* I like you too!!! :D
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I like angst well enough, and I enjoy writing it, but happy endings are definitely essential. *smiles*
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but i love how billy gets rid of her, :p.
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Well, considering it was *me* who wrote that, I think you're lucky you got *any* porn. *grins* I'm not all that great at writing it, you know. *gg*
I'm glad you liked it. *laughs*
*loves*
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I'd figured.
I <3 you.
*loves*