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many-miles-away.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 11th, 2004 10:44 pm)Ah-ha! After days of slaving, I've finally written some more of my very first fic! And it has finally become natural to me to write Billy/Dom slash. Actually, I'm starting to get too many ideas now.
(First part can be found here)
Title: Turning Fifteen.
Author: Maddy, as in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: R
Disclaimer: We really shouldn't need to put disclaimers. If this had really happened, then I'd probably be dead from happiness right now and unable to write it down.
Truth be told, Dominic looked a bit winded himself. And...curious. Curious like a baby who's just discovered that the cube actually fits into the square hole. He gazed at Billy for a while, eyes wide and thoughtful, hands dangling uselessly at his sides.
Billy had a mind to slap him back to his senses and get him to talk, but refrained. Instead, he forced his trembling legs to move, slithering past Dominic, away from the wall. He grabbed Dom's hand on his way and forced his dazed friend to follow, starting back towards their hotel.
His body must have gone on auto-pilot, Billy thought as buildings went past them and Dom stumbled behind him like a puppy, his arm still gripped by Billy's hand. He wasn't about to complain.
"Hey! Where are we going?!" Dominic finally shouted.
"Back to the hotel," Billy answered without turning round. His lips were tingling and his fingers kept wanting to climb up and touch them, but he fought the urge with what looked a lot like anger.
Because to be honest? This wasn't at all how he had pictured (yes, he had thought about it, he had to admit) (in the bathroom, most of the time) their first kiss, if first kiss there was ever going to be. Not against a street wall with Dom's breath stinking of beer and his brain cells reduced to the grand number of two by the alcohol.
He didn't expect, either, to be petrified by the thought that Dominic might actually remember the whole thing the following day.
"We're walking back there?!" Dominic shouted after a few seconds.
Billy stopped dead in his tracks and Dom crashed into him. Even drunk Dominic was being more sensible than him. And that was saying a lot.
"Okay, we've got to find a taxi," he said, ignoring the heavy body leaning against his back, the head resting on his shoulder. He was pretty sure that if he walked forward, Dominic would fall flat on the ground. He was getting tempted to try it.
"'fine here..." Dominic mumbled against Billy's shoulder, his arms slithering around Billy's waist.
Billy had no idea what he had done, but it must have been something pretty awful for whoever was up there to taunt him that evilly. He promised himself to do something atrocious the next morning, as payback.
But for now, just for a second, he gave up. He closed his eyes and let the noises of the night wash over him and pretended that Dominic wasn't leaning against him because he was about to pass out but because it was so much better than just standing up. Pretended that they were being all teasy and couply before catching the first cab to go shag like rabbits in their hotel.
It was surprisingly easy to give in to the fantasy. Dominic didn't say anything, didn't throw up on Billy's shoulder; he just stayed there, his hands dangling against Billy's thighs, his spiky hair tickling Billy's chin.
But it was just a fantasy. Billy opened his eyes and stared at the pavement for a while, trying to clear up his mind. Enough.
He saw a cab coming their way and stepped forward brusquely, waving his hand.
A shriek and a thump behind him made him grin.
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Billy woke up without the slightest hangover, unless you counted the way his guts twisted and paled just thinking about what had happened the previous night. He lied in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling and wishing at the exact same time that Dominic wouldn't remember a single thing about their pub hopping the previous night, and that he would remember, because goddammit, he had kissed him!
After one hour it finally dawned on him that staying in bed for the rest of his life would probably not make anything better, and he got up, showered, dressed, went down to eat breakfast, and then waited. And waited some more.
Around noon, when Dominic still hadn't come down and Billy hadn't any fingernail left to gnaw on, he climbed back up to the third floor and stopped in front of Dominic's room.
And then his body froze. His heart started hammering so fast he thought he might puke, and his hands started shaking so much that even pushing them inside the pockets of his jeans wouldn't make them stop, and his knees turned to jelly.
And no matter how many times he tried to convince his body that he was a grown-up, and grown-ups didn't feel petrified like teenagers, his body refused to listen to him.
It was only when a couple walked past him, sending him curious looks, that Billy managed to knock on the door.
Nobody answered.
He knocked again, swearing under his breath when he realized he was crossing his fingers.
Still no answer.
Finally, he tried the doorknob. It wasn't locked. Curiously, this calmed him down a bit. Basic security was a concept still quite new to Dominic. Actually, he would probably be delighted if a fan crept inside his room in the hopes of ravishing him.
There was a weird white mountain on the bed. Or maybe it was a polar bear.
Billy crept closer, feeling considerably calmer now that he knew Dominic was still asleep. Which was why he couldn't understand why the first thing he did was yank the covers away, uncovering a grumbling monster curled around a pillow, and shout: "Dom, time to get your sorry ass out of bed!"
Really, he couldn't understand.
There was a grunt, then hands fumbled around for the spare pillow, and smacked it on Dominic's head.
"Oh no, you don't," Billy said, gripping the pillow and fighting against Dominic's own grip. He decided once and for all that his brain had gone mad and resolved to let it do whatever pleased it. At least it took his mind off everything else.
Dominic's hands finally let go of the pillow and Billy, still pulling said pillow towards him, stumbled back and almost tripped.
"Go away..." Dom whined, scrunching up his face. The white classy curtains did nothing to stop the bright mid-day sun from drowning the room in light. "Sleep!!" he growled, burying his head in his other pillow in frantic attempts to find darkness.
Billy laughed and half climbed on the bed, trying to drag Dominic out of it. Dominic rolled on his other side and suddenly Billy found himself pinned down to the mattress with a very determined body preventing him to move.
"You know what your problem is?" Dominic asked, staring at Billy through blurry, puffed up eyes.
Billy shook his head. He was painfully aware of Dominic's leg pressing between his.
"You don't know how to relax," Dominic answered. He fumbled around, gripped the covers, and put them over both their heads.
Billy gasped. The smell of Dominic closed over him, hot and intense. Okay, it wasn't exactly a good smell, more a mix of stale beer, sweat, morning breath and other things Billy would rather not think about, but it was Dom. And the heat drenching the sheets was Dominic's body heat.
And the thing now scratching his cheek and his neck was the stubble on Dom's chin.
"Dom..." Billy almost whined.
"Shh," Dom said, his arm wrapping itself firmly around Billy's waist. "Time to sleep."
Billy chuckled. "It's noon."
"Exactly. Now shh."
Less than two minutes later Dominic was asleep. It was easy to tell, because he always snored slightly when he was really really tired.
Billy blinked.
Seriously. What had he done to deserve this?!
This time, he didn't even let himself enjoy the feeling, didn't give in to the fantasy. It couldn't do him any good to be in bed with Dominic, asleep or not, and he was afraid that when Dom awoke he would have forgotten that he had been the one to trap Billy into his bed, and would freak out.
Okay, so knowing Dom, he would most probably not freak out upon finding one of his (clothed) best friends in his bed, but still.
Billy rolled on his side, legs already hanging out of the bed, but Dominic's grip on his shirt tightened and Billy was dragged back on his back. Dom grumbled and cuddled closer, wrapping one leg over Billy's right one.
Billy's heart did a few summersaults inside his chest, then dropped to the bottom of his stomach and bounced back up.
Okay. He couldn't breathe. Why couldn't he breathe?
Dominic sighed in his sleep and nuzzled his face closer to Billy's neck, so close that for a second or two his lips pressed against Billy's skin.
Billy's lungs contracted and expended in a flash, leaving him dizzy. It was a good thing Dominic's body was pinning him to the bed, because right this instant, Billy very much doubted he could have gone anywhere without collapsing on the floor.
His heart and lungs had fun with him for a while, until, seconds dragging into minutes, minutes dragging into what seemed like hours, Billy finally became used to the feel of Dominic sleeping on him. So used to it that it almost felt natural.
He didn't sleep though. And when, at long last, Dominic rolled away from him, Billy got up and exited the room as silently as he could.
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Later that night, in his room (and after a day so uneventful and so devoided of any embarrassing moment it almost looked suspect), Billy thought again of how it had felt to lie beside Dominic. The warmth of his body, the caress of his breath... But later that night, in Billy's memories, Dominic smiled in a faked sleep and his hand sneakily glided downwards on Billy's torso, down down down until his fingers reached the hem of his boxers. And in Billy's memories, he turned his head around and smiled and kissed Dominic full on the mouth, tongue hungry and seeking. And Dominic's hand closed around him, firm and claiming, and soon there were lips everywhere, and sweat, and moans.
Billy was quite proud of his wrapped memories.
Finally, his eyes fluttered open again and brought him back to his dark room. His head slowly turned to the right, his body heaving from the aftermath of his release. It was almost the thing he preferred about the whole thing. When the sheets were feeling cool and moist against your sweating body and the tension was leaving every single one of your limbs and you felt as if you could fall asleep on the spot.
Maybe it was because he was so utterly relaxed that he didn't scream or jump away from his bed. He just froze. Then blinked. Then gaped.
And still Dominic was standing in front of him.
(First part can be found here)
Title: Turning Fifteen.
Author: Maddy, as in
so_much_to_sayRating: R
Disclaimer: We really shouldn't need to put disclaimers. If this had really happened, then I'd probably be dead from happiness right now and unable to write it down.
Truth be told, Dominic looked a bit winded himself. And...curious. Curious like a baby who's just discovered that the cube actually fits into the square hole. He gazed at Billy for a while, eyes wide and thoughtful, hands dangling uselessly at his sides.
Billy had a mind to slap him back to his senses and get him to talk, but refrained. Instead, he forced his trembling legs to move, slithering past Dominic, away from the wall. He grabbed Dom's hand on his way and forced his dazed friend to follow, starting back towards their hotel.
His body must have gone on auto-pilot, Billy thought as buildings went past them and Dom stumbled behind him like a puppy, his arm still gripped by Billy's hand. He wasn't about to complain.
"Hey! Where are we going?!" Dominic finally shouted.
"Back to the hotel," Billy answered without turning round. His lips were tingling and his fingers kept wanting to climb up and touch them, but he fought the urge with what looked a lot like anger.
Because to be honest? This wasn't at all how he had pictured (yes, he had thought about it, he had to admit) (in the bathroom, most of the time) their first kiss, if first kiss there was ever going to be. Not against a street wall with Dom's breath stinking of beer and his brain cells reduced to the grand number of two by the alcohol.
He didn't expect, either, to be petrified by the thought that Dominic might actually remember the whole thing the following day.
"We're walking back there?!" Dominic shouted after a few seconds.
Billy stopped dead in his tracks and Dom crashed into him. Even drunk Dominic was being more sensible than him. And that was saying a lot.
"Okay, we've got to find a taxi," he said, ignoring the heavy body leaning against his back, the head resting on his shoulder. He was pretty sure that if he walked forward, Dominic would fall flat on the ground. He was getting tempted to try it.
"'fine here..." Dominic mumbled against Billy's shoulder, his arms slithering around Billy's waist.
Billy had no idea what he had done, but it must have been something pretty awful for whoever was up there to taunt him that evilly. He promised himself to do something atrocious the next morning, as payback.
But for now, just for a second, he gave up. He closed his eyes and let the noises of the night wash over him and pretended that Dominic wasn't leaning against him because he was about to pass out but because it was so much better than just standing up. Pretended that they were being all teasy and couply before catching the first cab to go shag like rabbits in their hotel.
It was surprisingly easy to give in to the fantasy. Dominic didn't say anything, didn't throw up on Billy's shoulder; he just stayed there, his hands dangling against Billy's thighs, his spiky hair tickling Billy's chin.
But it was just a fantasy. Billy opened his eyes and stared at the pavement for a while, trying to clear up his mind. Enough.
He saw a cab coming their way and stepped forward brusquely, waving his hand.
A shriek and a thump behind him made him grin.
Billy woke up without the slightest hangover, unless you counted the way his guts twisted and paled just thinking about what had happened the previous night. He lied in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling and wishing at the exact same time that Dominic wouldn't remember a single thing about their pub hopping the previous night, and that he would remember, because goddammit, he had kissed him!
After one hour it finally dawned on him that staying in bed for the rest of his life would probably not make anything better, and he got up, showered, dressed, went down to eat breakfast, and then waited. And waited some more.
Around noon, when Dominic still hadn't come down and Billy hadn't any fingernail left to gnaw on, he climbed back up to the third floor and stopped in front of Dominic's room.
And then his body froze. His heart started hammering so fast he thought he might puke, and his hands started shaking so much that even pushing them inside the pockets of his jeans wouldn't make them stop, and his knees turned to jelly.
And no matter how many times he tried to convince his body that he was a grown-up, and grown-ups didn't feel petrified like teenagers, his body refused to listen to him.
It was only when a couple walked past him, sending him curious looks, that Billy managed to knock on the door.
Nobody answered.
He knocked again, swearing under his breath when he realized he was crossing his fingers.
Still no answer.
Finally, he tried the doorknob. It wasn't locked. Curiously, this calmed him down a bit. Basic security was a concept still quite new to Dominic. Actually, he would probably be delighted if a fan crept inside his room in the hopes of ravishing him.
There was a weird white mountain on the bed. Or maybe it was a polar bear.
Billy crept closer, feeling considerably calmer now that he knew Dominic was still asleep. Which was why he couldn't understand why the first thing he did was yank the covers away, uncovering a grumbling monster curled around a pillow, and shout: "Dom, time to get your sorry ass out of bed!"
Really, he couldn't understand.
There was a grunt, then hands fumbled around for the spare pillow, and smacked it on Dominic's head.
"Oh no, you don't," Billy said, gripping the pillow and fighting against Dominic's own grip. He decided once and for all that his brain had gone mad and resolved to let it do whatever pleased it. At least it took his mind off everything else.
Dominic's hands finally let go of the pillow and Billy, still pulling said pillow towards him, stumbled back and almost tripped.
"Go away..." Dom whined, scrunching up his face. The white classy curtains did nothing to stop the bright mid-day sun from drowning the room in light. "Sleep!!" he growled, burying his head in his other pillow in frantic attempts to find darkness.
Billy laughed and half climbed on the bed, trying to drag Dominic out of it. Dominic rolled on his other side and suddenly Billy found himself pinned down to the mattress with a very determined body preventing him to move.
"You know what your problem is?" Dominic asked, staring at Billy through blurry, puffed up eyes.
Billy shook his head. He was painfully aware of Dominic's leg pressing between his.
"You don't know how to relax," Dominic answered. He fumbled around, gripped the covers, and put them over both their heads.
Billy gasped. The smell of Dominic closed over him, hot and intense. Okay, it wasn't exactly a good smell, more a mix of stale beer, sweat, morning breath and other things Billy would rather not think about, but it was Dom. And the heat drenching the sheets was Dominic's body heat.
And the thing now scratching his cheek and his neck was the stubble on Dom's chin.
"Dom..." Billy almost whined.
"Shh," Dom said, his arm wrapping itself firmly around Billy's waist. "Time to sleep."
Billy chuckled. "It's noon."
"Exactly. Now shh."
Less than two minutes later Dominic was asleep. It was easy to tell, because he always snored slightly when he was really really tired.
Billy blinked.
Seriously. What had he done to deserve this?!
This time, he didn't even let himself enjoy the feeling, didn't give in to the fantasy. It couldn't do him any good to be in bed with Dominic, asleep or not, and he was afraid that when Dom awoke he would have forgotten that he had been the one to trap Billy into his bed, and would freak out.
Okay, so knowing Dom, he would most probably not freak out upon finding one of his (clothed) best friends in his bed, but still.
Billy rolled on his side, legs already hanging out of the bed, but Dominic's grip on his shirt tightened and Billy was dragged back on his back. Dom grumbled and cuddled closer, wrapping one leg over Billy's right one.
Billy's heart did a few summersaults inside his chest, then dropped to the bottom of his stomach and bounced back up.
Okay. He couldn't breathe. Why couldn't he breathe?
Dominic sighed in his sleep and nuzzled his face closer to Billy's neck, so close that for a second or two his lips pressed against Billy's skin.
Billy's lungs contracted and expended in a flash, leaving him dizzy. It was a good thing Dominic's body was pinning him to the bed, because right this instant, Billy very much doubted he could have gone anywhere without collapsing on the floor.
His heart and lungs had fun with him for a while, until, seconds dragging into minutes, minutes dragging into what seemed like hours, Billy finally became used to the feel of Dominic sleeping on him. So used to it that it almost felt natural.
He didn't sleep though. And when, at long last, Dominic rolled away from him, Billy got up and exited the room as silently as he could.
Later that night, in his room (and after a day so uneventful and so devoided of any embarrassing moment it almost looked suspect), Billy thought again of how it had felt to lie beside Dominic. The warmth of his body, the caress of his breath... But later that night, in Billy's memories, Dominic smiled in a faked sleep and his hand sneakily glided downwards on Billy's torso, down down down until his fingers reached the hem of his boxers. And in Billy's memories, he turned his head around and smiled and kissed Dominic full on the mouth, tongue hungry and seeking. And Dominic's hand closed around him, firm and claiming, and soon there were lips everywhere, and sweat, and moans.
Billy was quite proud of his wrapped memories.
Finally, his eyes fluttered open again and brought him back to his dark room. His head slowly turned to the right, his body heaving from the aftermath of his release. It was almost the thing he preferred about the whole thing. When the sheets were feeling cool and moist against your sweating body and the tension was leaving every single one of your limbs and you felt as if you could fall asleep on the spot.
Maybe it was because he was so utterly relaxed that he didn't scream or jump away from his bed. He just froze. Then blinked. Then gaped.
And still Dominic was standing in front of him.
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Very good. More, please *holds out fic plate*
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(actually, the cantine won't open again before Sunday, I think. But smut there will be my friend.)
*evil smile*
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Awesome line.
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Thanks lots for the compliments! I'm hoping to get more posted this week-end, wish me luck!
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