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dsufiction.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 10th, 2004 09:47 pm)Title: Just Called to Say… (A sequel to Touch of my Hand & Playing Games)
Author: dsufiction
Pairing: Billy/Dom, some het.
Rating: R – For minor sexual content and language.
Feedback: Would be appreciated.
Summary: Taking Dom’s advice, Billy tries to figure out what he really wants.
Disclaimer: Only happened in my head... probably. *sigh*
Author's Note: I swear there is a prequel to Touch of my Hand that explains everything... theres just been a few problems getting that up. Also a big thank you to my wonderful beta Joanna[![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Billy has been staring at the ceiling for a while now; he is pretty sure that if he closes his eyes he could trace every single one of those sodding dots in his mind. Ceilings are stupid, he finally decided. Why not just leave them smooth, blank, then you could create something new every time, instead of looking upon a set pattern that would forever repeat itself. That did not much make sense, and Billy also decided that probably about ten percent of people who went crazy did so because they spent far too much time staring at ceiling dots.
Now all Billy can think is that if he starts to connect certain dots he could probably make out Dom’s warm face grinning down at him. That is helpful. With a sigh, he turned on his side.
He lay there, prone, unmoving on an uncomfy bed that was all too vacant. There was no foreign body, no heat, just Billy and his choices. He was cradling the phone in his right hand, just as he had done numerous times in the past week, never once managing to get past just holding the damn thing. He would hold it so gently in his palm as if at any moment it would just fall apart like everything else. The words did not seem to be coming but he dialled anyway. The generic answering machine message kicked in and he began.
“Hey, Dom. It’s me. I just called to say…”
~~~~
It had all started about a week ago.
There Billy was, speechless, backed up against a wall, sweat gliding across his skin. He began to zip himself up. Had Dom just turned him down? No. Wait. Yes.
How did that happen? Billy really shouldn’t have been surprised. His tolerance would probably have been running on empty if put under the same circumstances, yet he were surprised. Dom always just seemed to be there, Billy would call and the younger man would come running. It wasn’t a very fair relationship, but Billy just couldn’t help himself.
Every moment after this was filled with thoughts of Dom and the decisions that lay ahead.
~~~~
Three cameras pointing at him, cast and crew all waiting on his every word and he fumbles the line again.
Billy lets out an exasperated sigh as the Director barks for the scene to be set back up again. He can see the looks on the other actor’s faces. How many takes had it been, six? seven? Billy wasn’t even sure at this point. His mind was definitely elsewhere and any moment he was afraid to be told that they wouldn’t need him anymore, that he was going to be replaced.
He puts his hands up to his face, gently rubbing his eyes, focusing, anything to try and get this scene down. But when he pulls his hands away he only sees one thing. Dominic. He’s standing right there all dressed up in his Merry costume and a comforting smile.
“Don’t worry about it, Pip. You’ll get it the next time.”
It was the exact same reassurance Dom would utter every time during the filming of Lord of the Rings. Whilst other members of the cast and crew would get mad at a continual line flub, Dom wouldn’t. Even Peter in his mild tempered way could become annoyed, especially if there was a lot of filming to squeeze in that day. But never Dom. Sure, he would tease him, that’s what all friends would do, but there was also an understanding, as if he was just pleased to be around Billy.
It had never really occurred to Billy how much Dom actually did for him. It had never really occurred to him how sexy he looked either, even under all that hobbit hair.
“Are you all right?”
Billy snapped back to reality, now looking upon the concerned face of his female co-star.
“I… uhm… could I just have a quick break? I need to make a call.” Billy shyly called out towards the director.
“Yeah, sure, why not? I mean this is already the longest scene of my life, lets throw a few more minutes in to the mix.” Bouncing off Billy’s sorry expression the director added. “Go.” Throwing his arms in an exaggerated manner, “Let’s take five people.”
Billy gave an appreciative nod and then quickly ran off to the side of the set to retrieve his phone. He managed to find somewhere quiet but as soon as he was alone he couldn’t quite fathom what to say. “Hey Dom, I’m sorry I treated you like shit. We still can’t date but lets go out for a beer some time.” Damnit! Minutes passed and it was time to return to set. It was going to be a long day.
~~~~
The next time the same sort of thing occurred there were no cameras, no crew, just one small pair of eyes fixed on his own. Two naked bodies inter-locking, giving in to passion, or lack thereof on Billy’s part. Sex was almost like a chore and he hated it. Not only for himself, but also for Ali. She had no clue. It made him he feel sick.
Her breath washed over his face and it felt wrong. Not the breath in itself; in fact it was quite pleasant, minty. It just wasn’t Dom’s breath, that gentle encompassing sensation like a warm summer breeze.
For a moment he can see it, no, he can taste it. Dom is right there beneath him, beads of sweat covering his face. Billy’s heart just leaps and he can see the words forming on Dom’s mouth, “I love you.” He can hear them as if they were just uttered.
Billy adores the way Dom can look so innocent and so fucking beautiful when he’s begging for more. The way he would just give in to his every touch, when Billy would enter him and between gasps Dom would moan out “Faster, harder.” Billy wouldn’t hesitate to accommodate Dom’s every need, he would just want to touch every single inch of that gorgeous bare skin writhing and panting beneath him. When Dom would moan his name it would roll off his tongue so right, like it was the only word that those lips were ever supposed to form.
Billy would have been content to stay in that position forever, engulfed in Dom’s heat. Yet as soon as Dom would drift away into slumber, Billy would silently exit. It was tearing him in two, a part of him couldn’t even fathom why he had a girlfriend.
The moment ended and there she was, beneath him, and it’s her lips that his name escapes from. Between moans he wishes that those images that felt so real a little moment ago were physically happening. But they were simply an echo. When he comes it’s hollow, his brain and body sending conflicting sensations.
They disengage and she rolls up close to his body, laying her head on his chest. Billy just wants to scream. He can just make out the phone from the corner of his eye. There are calls that need to be made but what could he possibly say?
~~~~
“Hey Dom, it’s me. I just called to say… ack, I dunno. I hate fucking phones, so impersonal. I kept meaning to call you, but you know I’m such a chicken shit sometimes. I’ve been thinking about what you said and you’re right. I needed to sort some things out. I wasn’t fair to you.” There was a long silence. “It’ll probably be best if I come and see you, face to face…” Another pause. “I guess that’s all I have to say, so… until… I’ve missed you Dom... I’ve missed you Dom… I’ve missed you Dom.”
Dom released the rewind button and it sounded again. “I’ve missed you Dom.” He wasn’t sure how many times he was going to play it over, but there it was. He gripped a small glass in his free hand and briefly looked down at the brown liquid before taking it all down in one swig.
Author: dsufiction
Pairing: Billy/Dom, some het.
Rating: R – For minor sexual content and language.
Feedback: Would be appreciated.
Summary: Taking Dom’s advice, Billy tries to figure out what he really wants.
Disclaimer: Only happened in my head... probably. *sigh*
Author's Note: I swear there is a prequel to Touch of my Hand that explains everything... theres just been a few problems getting that up. Also a big thank you to my wonderful beta Joanna[
in_doms_eyes] Billy has been staring at the ceiling for a while now; he is pretty sure that if he closes his eyes he could trace every single one of those sodding dots in his mind. Ceilings are stupid, he finally decided. Why not just leave them smooth, blank, then you could create something new every time, instead of looking upon a set pattern that would forever repeat itself. That did not much make sense, and Billy also decided that probably about ten percent of people who went crazy did so because they spent far too much time staring at ceiling dots.
Now all Billy can think is that if he starts to connect certain dots he could probably make out Dom’s warm face grinning down at him. That is helpful. With a sigh, he turned on his side.
He lay there, prone, unmoving on an uncomfy bed that was all too vacant. There was no foreign body, no heat, just Billy and his choices. He was cradling the phone in his right hand, just as he had done numerous times in the past week, never once managing to get past just holding the damn thing. He would hold it so gently in his palm as if at any moment it would just fall apart like everything else. The words did not seem to be coming but he dialled anyway. The generic answering machine message kicked in and he began.
“Hey, Dom. It’s me. I just called to say…”
~~~~
It had all started about a week ago.
There Billy was, speechless, backed up against a wall, sweat gliding across his skin. He began to zip himself up. Had Dom just turned him down? No. Wait. Yes.
How did that happen? Billy really shouldn’t have been surprised. His tolerance would probably have been running on empty if put under the same circumstances, yet he were surprised. Dom always just seemed to be there, Billy would call and the younger man would come running. It wasn’t a very fair relationship, but Billy just couldn’t help himself.
Every moment after this was filled with thoughts of Dom and the decisions that lay ahead.
~~~~
Three cameras pointing at him, cast and crew all waiting on his every word and he fumbles the line again.
Billy lets out an exasperated sigh as the Director barks for the scene to be set back up again. He can see the looks on the other actor’s faces. How many takes had it been, six? seven? Billy wasn’t even sure at this point. His mind was definitely elsewhere and any moment he was afraid to be told that they wouldn’t need him anymore, that he was going to be replaced.
He puts his hands up to his face, gently rubbing his eyes, focusing, anything to try and get this scene down. But when he pulls his hands away he only sees one thing. Dominic. He’s standing right there all dressed up in his Merry costume and a comforting smile.
“Don’t worry about it, Pip. You’ll get it the next time.”
It was the exact same reassurance Dom would utter every time during the filming of Lord of the Rings. Whilst other members of the cast and crew would get mad at a continual line flub, Dom wouldn’t. Even Peter in his mild tempered way could become annoyed, especially if there was a lot of filming to squeeze in that day. But never Dom. Sure, he would tease him, that’s what all friends would do, but there was also an understanding, as if he was just pleased to be around Billy.
It had never really occurred to Billy how much Dom actually did for him. It had never really occurred to him how sexy he looked either, even under all that hobbit hair.
“Are you all right?”
Billy snapped back to reality, now looking upon the concerned face of his female co-star.
“I… uhm… could I just have a quick break? I need to make a call.” Billy shyly called out towards the director.
“Yeah, sure, why not? I mean this is already the longest scene of my life, lets throw a few more minutes in to the mix.” Bouncing off Billy’s sorry expression the director added. “Go.” Throwing his arms in an exaggerated manner, “Let’s take five people.”
Billy gave an appreciative nod and then quickly ran off to the side of the set to retrieve his phone. He managed to find somewhere quiet but as soon as he was alone he couldn’t quite fathom what to say. “Hey Dom, I’m sorry I treated you like shit. We still can’t date but lets go out for a beer some time.” Damnit! Minutes passed and it was time to return to set. It was going to be a long day.
~~~~
The next time the same sort of thing occurred there were no cameras, no crew, just one small pair of eyes fixed on his own. Two naked bodies inter-locking, giving in to passion, or lack thereof on Billy’s part. Sex was almost like a chore and he hated it. Not only for himself, but also for Ali. She had no clue. It made him he feel sick.
Her breath washed over his face and it felt wrong. Not the breath in itself; in fact it was quite pleasant, minty. It just wasn’t Dom’s breath, that gentle encompassing sensation like a warm summer breeze.
For a moment he can see it, no, he can taste it. Dom is right there beneath him, beads of sweat covering his face. Billy’s heart just leaps and he can see the words forming on Dom’s mouth, “I love you.” He can hear them as if they were just uttered.
Billy adores the way Dom can look so innocent and so fucking beautiful when he’s begging for more. The way he would just give in to his every touch, when Billy would enter him and between gasps Dom would moan out “Faster, harder.” Billy wouldn’t hesitate to accommodate Dom’s every need, he would just want to touch every single inch of that gorgeous bare skin writhing and panting beneath him. When Dom would moan his name it would roll off his tongue so right, like it was the only word that those lips were ever supposed to form.
Billy would have been content to stay in that position forever, engulfed in Dom’s heat. Yet as soon as Dom would drift away into slumber, Billy would silently exit. It was tearing him in two, a part of him couldn’t even fathom why he had a girlfriend.
The moment ended and there she was, beneath him, and it’s her lips that his name escapes from. Between moans he wishes that those images that felt so real a little moment ago were physically happening. But they were simply an echo. When he comes it’s hollow, his brain and body sending conflicting sensations.
They disengage and she rolls up close to his body, laying her head on his chest. Billy just wants to scream. He can just make out the phone from the corner of his eye. There are calls that need to be made but what could he possibly say?
~~~~
“Hey Dom, it’s me. I just called to say… ack, I dunno. I hate fucking phones, so impersonal. I kept meaning to call you, but you know I’m such a chicken shit sometimes. I’ve been thinking about what you said and you’re right. I needed to sort some things out. I wasn’t fair to you.” There was a long silence. “It’ll probably be best if I come and see you, face to face…” Another pause. “I guess that’s all I have to say, so… until… I’ve missed you Dom... I’ve missed you Dom… I’ve missed you Dom.”
Dom released the rewind button and it sounded again. “I’ve missed you Dom.” He wasn’t sure how many times he was going to play it over, but there it was. He gripped a small glass in his free hand and briefly looked down at the brown liquid before taking it all down in one swig.
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There will be more on the way soon. :)
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Once i've gotten these pesky university essays out of the way I will get right on to the next chapter.
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::playing Britney Spears' 'Touch of my Hand' on repeat for the last half-hour!! I'm bopping around my bedrom like a loon!!!::
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I love that song!!! *bops like a loon too*
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More soon, i promise.
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More soon, i promise.
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