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clouds-up.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 11th, 2004 06:48 pm)Title:Crunchy or Smooth?
Pairing: Billeh and Dom
Rating: PG for language
Summary: Dom drunkedly analyzes Billy and food
Disclaimer: It's all true. My hamster told me so.
Feedback: I would appreciate it muchly. But with my luck I'll be stuck between 2 really great stories and be skipped over! ^_^ It's my first complete Monaboyd by myself. I guess it could be a drabble.
Some thanks to my lovahs![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
livingenfantasy and adwen_fae.
Please be gentle.
“Ally-oop, Dommie-lad.” A muffled voice said. The lock clicked and the door flew open. A more-than-a-lil-giddy Dom slumped through the doorway and fell face forward onto the carpet. Billy heaved a sigh and stepped over the heap of giggles. Throwing their coats onto the couch, he surveyed the flat: dirty plates and cups littered the coffee table; a pile of DVDs and their cases crowded around the sound system; blankets hanging wherever. He turned his attention towards Dom, now wheezing and catching his breath. He placed an arm under Dom and helped him up.
“A’right, Bills…billehbillehbillspoo. Thanks. More bar hoppin’? Le’s go!” Dom yelled loudly into Billy’s ear.
“Ow, Christ. No, no more. Oh man, what crawled down your throat and died?”
“Mm…a hippo! This big!” Dom threw his arms apart to measure but only caused himself to lose his balance. Billy maneuvered the staggering body so that it would land safely on the couch. Seeing as Dom is “Dom, he who takes the easiest things and makes them difficult,” he lands on the edge and rolls off, banging his head on a coffee table leg.
“Oooohshit-on-a-stick!” He rubbed his head where a bump was already forming. Billy kneeled down beside him.
“Wow, I’ve never seen you this pissed before. C’mon, let’s get you to a bed. You’d be better off there,” said Billy.
“No…dun’ wanna…floor good,” mumbled Dom, still rubbing the bump.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you. Bed, now.” Billy offered his hand and Dom took it hesitantly. He pulled him slowly up to his feet. They stumbled off into Dom’s room, to his bed where Billy let him fall onto the pillows and blankets. He pulled off Dom’s shoes and socks (Dom hates sleeping with socks on) and went to the bathroom to get a cold wet towel to place on Dom’s injury. He cat on the edge of the bed and turned on the lamp.
“Fuck, is it morning already?”
“Nah, it’s only 2 a.m. Still dark. Lemme see it.”
"See what?”
"Your forehead. Move your hand, please."
“Oh…alright, but don’t touch it.”
Billy tilted the lampshade to let the light move across Dom’s face. He saw Dom’s eyes twitch close before he leaned over him. He passed a finger lightly over the deep purple (“More like indigo,” thought Billy) bruise.
“Ach, I said ‘don’t touch!’ So what’s the diagnosis, Doctor?”
“Well, you have an acute level of idiocy which caused you to drink more than you should’ve and then bash your head on a table. Ah yes and you’re pregnant.”
“Damn,” chuckled Dom. “Hope the fall didn’t hurt the baby.” He laughed louder but stopped suddenly when waves of dull pain throbbed in his head. He pulled a blanket up to his chin and looked up at Billy.
“Y’know what, Bills?”
“Aye, what’s that?”
“You…you’re like a…like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
Billy snorted. “You’re very kind, Dommie.”
“No, really. Take the jelly, for instance…d’ya like strawberries?”
“Sure.” Billy had no idea where this was going.
“Strawberry jelly, sure it’s sticky and messy but it’s what makes the sandwich so much fun. Plus it adds flavor. You gotta have flavor, right? And the peanut butter, well lit all depends if it’s crunchy or smooth. I think you’re crunchy.”
Billy feigned a gasp. “Are you insinuating something?”
“Nah, I just like crunchy more than smooth. Anyway, peanut butter always sticks to you whether you like it or not. That is unless you guzzle down a glass of milk, but I don’t like milk that much. And when the bread brings it all together, it makes such a fantastic thing.” Dom rubbed his eyes and yawned. “I could live on those buggers for the rest of my life.”
Billy grinned and patted Dom’s shoulder. “That was touching, Dom, really.” He watched Dom, mouth wide in mid-yawn, roll over onto his side, facing the shadows in the room. He stood up, turned off the lamp and walked towards the door. Before he reached the hall, he heard a mumble.
“Maybe some Tabasco sauce on the side.”
Billy cocked his head in bewilderment. “Tabasco sauce?”
“Yeah, ‘cos you’re so fucking hot.” Then Dom proceeded to smoothly pass out. Billy let the last comment sink in before closing the bedroom door behind him.
Pairing: Billeh and Dom
Rating: PG for language
Summary: Dom drunkedly analyzes Billy and food
Disclaimer: It's all true. My hamster told me so.
Feedback: I would appreciate it muchly. But with my luck I'll be stuck between 2 really great stories and be skipped over! ^_^ It's my first complete Monaboyd by myself. I guess it could be a drabble.
Some thanks to my lovahs
livingenfantasy and adwen_fae.Please be gentle.
“Ally-oop, Dommie-lad.” A muffled voice said. The lock clicked and the door flew open. A more-than-a-lil-giddy Dom slumped through the doorway and fell face forward onto the carpet. Billy heaved a sigh and stepped over the heap of giggles. Throwing their coats onto the couch, he surveyed the flat: dirty plates and cups littered the coffee table; a pile of DVDs and their cases crowded around the sound system; blankets hanging wherever. He turned his attention towards Dom, now wheezing and catching his breath. He placed an arm under Dom and helped him up.
“A’right, Bills…billehbillehbillspoo. Thanks. More bar hoppin’? Le’s go!” Dom yelled loudly into Billy’s ear.
“Ow, Christ. No, no more. Oh man, what crawled down your throat and died?”
“Mm…a hippo! This big!” Dom threw his arms apart to measure but only caused himself to lose his balance. Billy maneuvered the staggering body so that it would land safely on the couch. Seeing as Dom is “Dom, he who takes the easiest things and makes them difficult,” he lands on the edge and rolls off, banging his head on a coffee table leg.
“Oooohshit-on-a-stick!” He rubbed his head where a bump was already forming. Billy kneeled down beside him.
“Wow, I’ve never seen you this pissed before. C’mon, let’s get you to a bed. You’d be better off there,” said Billy.
“No…dun’ wanna…floor good,” mumbled Dom, still rubbing the bump.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you. Bed, now.” Billy offered his hand and Dom took it hesitantly. He pulled him slowly up to his feet. They stumbled off into Dom’s room, to his bed where Billy let him fall onto the pillows and blankets. He pulled off Dom’s shoes and socks (Dom hates sleeping with socks on) and went to the bathroom to get a cold wet towel to place on Dom’s injury. He cat on the edge of the bed and turned on the lamp.
“Fuck, is it morning already?”
“Nah, it’s only 2 a.m. Still dark. Lemme see it.”
"See what?”
"Your forehead. Move your hand, please."
“Oh…alright, but don’t touch it.”
Billy tilted the lampshade to let the light move across Dom’s face. He saw Dom’s eyes twitch close before he leaned over him. He passed a finger lightly over the deep purple (“More like indigo,” thought Billy) bruise.
“Ach, I said ‘don’t touch!’ So what’s the diagnosis, Doctor?”
“Well, you have an acute level of idiocy which caused you to drink more than you should’ve and then bash your head on a table. Ah yes and you’re pregnant.”
“Damn,” chuckled Dom. “Hope the fall didn’t hurt the baby.” He laughed louder but stopped suddenly when waves of dull pain throbbed in his head. He pulled a blanket up to his chin and looked up at Billy.
“Y’know what, Bills?”
“Aye, what’s that?”
“You…you’re like a…like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
Billy snorted. “You’re very kind, Dommie.”
“No, really. Take the jelly, for instance…d’ya like strawberries?”
“Sure.” Billy had no idea where this was going.
“Strawberry jelly, sure it’s sticky and messy but it’s what makes the sandwich so much fun. Plus it adds flavor. You gotta have flavor, right? And the peanut butter, well lit all depends if it’s crunchy or smooth. I think you’re crunchy.”
Billy feigned a gasp. “Are you insinuating something?”
“Nah, I just like crunchy more than smooth. Anyway, peanut butter always sticks to you whether you like it or not. That is unless you guzzle down a glass of milk, but I don’t like milk that much. And when the bread brings it all together, it makes such a fantastic thing.” Dom rubbed his eyes and yawned. “I could live on those buggers for the rest of my life.”
Billy grinned and patted Dom’s shoulder. “That was touching, Dom, really.” He watched Dom, mouth wide in mid-yawn, roll over onto his side, facing the shadows in the room. He stood up, turned off the lamp and walked towards the door. Before he reached the hall, he heard a mumble.
“Maybe some Tabasco sauce on the side.”
Billy cocked his head in bewilderment. “Tabasco sauce?”
“Yeah, ‘cos you’re so fucking hot.” Then Dom proceeded to smoothly pass out. Billy let the last comment sink in before closing the bedroom door behind him.
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Also, you are the only other person I have ever seen to use "shit on a stick" in fic. I nicked it from Tanya Huff *years* ago and...yeah. I find that interesting. *grins* Makes me happy...I'll stop with the harassment now.
~Cai
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"Shit on a stick", the weirdest swear but I think it fits a drunk Dom.
(I must admit I was squealing when you commented 'cos I am in love with the Translator fic! [cant remembr the name. meep!])
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The sandwich analogy made me go, "Hold up..." And then I looked at it for a sec...and thought about it...and was like, "Dude. That *works*." *smiles* I liked it muchly.
Shit on a stick is, really, one of the strangest things I've ever heard, but it doesn't beat out "Christ on a Cracker," which has all kinds of other connotations we don't need to go into. *grins* You can thank my friend
And *smiles*. Thanks! Straight Translators is...progressing. *grins* ST10's getting betaed tomorrow and ST11's...um...being *written* tomorrow. *laughs*
~Cai
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Really? I'd never seen anyone but Mak use it. *grins*
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Sweetness. That's so funny.
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I can just see Dom coming out with that sandwich analogy.
And the line about the Tabasco is just the perfect touch! :) (Not that I would want to actually eat a peanut butter, jam and tabasco sandwich, but it's the thought that counts, lol)
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The Tabasco thing was last-minute. I was making myself a sandwich and saw a bottle and thought "PERFECT!"
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Do I know that feeling or what?
That is just me. Huh.
Great icon, btw.
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docapture those two so well. Almost makes me want to get back into RPSdom... so tempting...But yes, I absolutely loved it. And if you can dig up anymore, I'd love to read 'em. ;)