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dsufiction.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 14th, 2004 10:31 am)Title: Aftermath of Tears (Prequel to Touch of my Hand)
Author: dsufiction
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG-13. Swears!
Feedback: Would be appreciated.
Summary: Yet Another Oscar Fic. Angst!
Disclaimer: This only happened in my head... probably. *sigh*
Author’s Note: This all stems from me being loopy. No, really. After watching the interview by Jonathan Ross before the Oscars, then seeing Billy and Dom’s behaviour afterwards (pointedly the now infamous Joan Rivers interview) I have become convinced that something happened between these events. Once again, thank you to my wonderful beta Joanna[![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Part of the now collectively titled Reversal Series:
Touch of my Hand|Playing Games|Just Called to Say...
So here they were. The end of the road.
Having just given their first interview of the night, both Billy and Dom sat quietly in the back of the limo, reflecting. Mainly because they had little else to do, the limo was going to swing by the hotel and pick up Elijah and Sean. So until then, all they had was the anticipation of Oscar night before them.
Dom was twiddling his thumbs. He looked across at Billy, tracing his every feature, immediately spotting the crease between his eyes that would appear when he was thinking too hard. “It’s been a mad couple of years.”
“That it has...”
There was more silence, how had it come to this? Dom couldn’t remember a time when there would be silence between them. There would always be a joke or a giggle or something stupid to keep them occupied. But now that they were no longer together everything had changed. Change, why did things have to change? It’s not like he hadn’t seen it coming either.
In New Zealand they were all over each other, in more ways then one. During the day would be filming, during the night… well… the night was a lot of things. It was all unexpected but Dom was grateful for every waning second.
After filming had wrapped Billy had gone and got himself a girlfriend. Dom wasn’t worried. The two had never agreed on an exclusive relationship but he knew that at the end of the week it would be his bed Billy would be crawling into. Only things didn’t stay that way. Months passed and Dom was graced with Billy’s presence less and less. He was spending more time with her. Then it came. Dom had tried to black it out, but there it was, still bouncing around in his brain since the day it was uttered.
“I don’t think we should do this anymore, Dom. It’s getting serious...” He trailed off. “Me and Ali.”
Someone call 999, we got a heart failure.
And of course it had come just mere seconds after he had shagged him senseless. Typical.
“…But there’s no one I would have rather spent them with.”
Dom’s face became a wall of grin. He scooted over towards his friend, the two of them previously sitting at opposite sides facing away from one another.
“I think to commemorate our time on this project we should get together once a year and sit uncomfortably up a tree. What do you say?” Billy smirked.
Dom must have lost all sense at this point, because he placed a hand on Billy’s knee. It was only going to be downhill from here. As soon as it happened he felt Billy tense up. It was intended as a simple gesture, but knowing their history, Dom should have known better. He looked across at Billy and his stomach fluttered. It could all be just so simple. Dom’s head bowed and he moved in to feel those lips, the ones that he was so acustomed to, that felt so right, like an extension of his own.
Those lips were different now. They didn’t part, or give in to him. In fact they resisted, as did Billy’s hands, another feature of his body that Dom adored so much.
“Dommie…”
“I don’t understand you.” Dom’s hand slinked away and he pushed back across the seat. “You send out so many mixed signals.” He could feel it now, the anger of everything creeping in around him, encompassing him like a suffocating blanket. The need for something that was just beyond his grasp but so far away.
“I have a girlfriend now.”
“You don’t have to keep throwing it in my face!” Dom’s voice cracked.
“For fuck’s sake, Dom! What do you want from me?” He didn’t mean to be so defensive. He didn’t mean for a lot of things. But there it was. Billy felt like curling in on himself and forgetting everything. He looked across at the young man, that mouth which would usually form that stupidly lovable crooked smile, those intense gray eyes that he’d previously gotten lost in for hours, and he just wanted to surrender.
“I love…”
“Don’t!” Billy felt that sting, the one on your face which makes your feelings so obvious. The water pooling just beneath your eyes.
“Are you ready to paaarrrrtttyyyy?” The limo’s door flew open and a young man practically bounced in. “This is gonna’ be so fuckin’ great.” Elijah collapsed in to the seat, forcing Dom back towards Billy so there was enough room.
Sean, close behind chose a much more graceful entrance, with a quick hello and nod he seated himself down next to the hyperactive hobbit. The door shut and they were off again.
“Did I miss something?” Elijah asked.
Dom hadn’t said a word since the two men had entered the vehicle and Billy hadn’t even looked at them. His face was turned away and a hand to his features gave a clear indication that everything was far from perfect.
Luckily Sean, being ever perceptive, gave Elijah a little tap on the shoulder followed by a little shake of the head, hoping he would get the picture.
The rest of the journey pretty much followed suit. Elijah would fidget but he’d try to do it in silence. Luckily they were only a few blocks from the Kodak theatre, Dom just wanted to get the night over with.
The door opened and it was time for faux smiles. They weren’t exactly false - both Billy and Dom were equally happy about Lord of the Rings achievements, only their situation wasn’t very accomodating to having to talk to a lot of people. As soon as they were out of the limo they were swept up in a frenzy of cheers and media excitment. They moved down from one reporter to the next, answering question after question.
Some of the tension lifted as the atmosphere seemed to take in Dom like a whirlwind, although he was actively aware that Billy would appear to distance himself, always keeping either Elijah or Sean between them.
It wasn’t until they were in an interview with Joan Rivers that things took another turn. Dom had managed to manouever himself next to Billy and after a simple squeeze to the chin Billy caught him off guard with a hardened “Get off!”
Dom quickly recoiled. Seconds past. Do something, his mind screamed. Smile at the camera, goofy grin, that always works. He didn’t want the world to know that a simple two words had hurt him more than if every appendage had just been ripped from his body.
The interview ended and the group made their way inside the Kodak theatre. Once again Dom tried to get close to Billy, but every attempt was met with disdain. The icing on the cake came when Billy openly asked to trade seats with Sean. Dom was now convinced that he could feel his heart shrivelling up inside his chest and that any moment he would die, to be later diagnosed with a broken heart.
The show begins and Billy Crystal came out with a bunch of jokes that Dom would usually find funny, but he didn’t, simply smirking and chuckling on cue with everyone else so as not to grab attention. Minutes flew by and the awards for Lord of the Rings began to pile up, quite clearly deserved. Dom wanted to shout and scream and hug, but he wants to do all those things with Billy but that been denied to him.
Rings wins yet again. Cheers envelop Dom, especially because Elijah is screaming right in his fucking ear. His eyes begin to wander and after a moment they lock with Billy’s. He’d been staring right at him - for how long? There seems to be a flicker of something and then Billy quickly excuses himself. Dom is tempted to follow but he becomes openly aware of how often he puts his foot in it.
Billy doesn’t return for over fifteen minutes. There was no way he’d simply slipped out to the bathroom. Dom notices something different about him as he purposely avoids his gaze. He’s wearing a smile but there’s rough skin under his eyes. The aftermath of tears.
The ceremony proceeds to a predictable but extremely gratifying conclusion, but all Dom can see is Billy’s haunted expression. Hugs are exchanged and Peter, Fran and the whole LotR cast and crew receive everything they deserved. Only Dom can’t shake the feeling that the night they gained something, he lost everything. They’re all on stage and he feels out of place, smile for the cameras, can’t forget that.
Moments blur, the night seems to be running by him not allowing him to catch a breath.
So that’s it, the end of the road. The experience of a lifetime is over.
Dom proceeds to tell everyone how great this all is - he just wishes he felt it. The group starts to break off as they decide to go to parties and events. No surprise to him that Billy decides to hit the New Line party. Was this how things would be from now on?
As Dom pushes his way through the crowd out in to the night, the fresh air hits his face like a wave. He takes a deep breathe. He’d barely been standing there for a second before he felt a comforting hand grace his shoulder.
“I think it’s time we hit the onering party, don’t you?” Elijah beams. “You know the fans love to go all out. Plus they think you’re fucking adorable and with Orlando MIA who do you think they’ll be trying to get a piece of?”
Always thinking of others. Dom gave an appreciative smile.
Elijah gaze a slight squeeze to Dom’s shoulder. “It’s his loss you know.”
The two clambered in to the awaiting car and proceeded on to their next destination. Dom’s spirits began to lift, Elijah’s overpowering hyperactivity seeming to claw at him from all sides. The fans went mad on their arrival, especially when Dom started out by telling all that he goes commando.
Then Billy arrives. Dom’s heart immediately sinks back to its previous position.
When Billy sings Dom feels asthough he is the only one in the room. He recalls when Billy would practice his vocals for the Lord of the Rings soundtrack and he would just sit contently, being floated along with Billys perfect melody. He wanted to feel that again and as he promised himself that he would, he also wondered if anyone would notice the aftermath of tears on his face.
Author: dsufiction
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG-13. Swears!
Feedback: Would be appreciated.
Summary: Yet Another Oscar Fic. Angst!
Disclaimer: This only happened in my head... probably. *sigh*
Author’s Note: This all stems from me being loopy. No, really. After watching the interview by Jonathan Ross before the Oscars, then seeing Billy and Dom’s behaviour afterwards (pointedly the now infamous Joan Rivers interview) I have become convinced that something happened between these events. Once again, thank you to my wonderful beta Joanna[
in_doms_eyes]Part of the now collectively titled Reversal Series:
Touch of my Hand|Playing Games|Just Called to Say...
So here they were. The end of the road.
Having just given their first interview of the night, both Billy and Dom sat quietly in the back of the limo, reflecting. Mainly because they had little else to do, the limo was going to swing by the hotel and pick up Elijah and Sean. So until then, all they had was the anticipation of Oscar night before them.
Dom was twiddling his thumbs. He looked across at Billy, tracing his every feature, immediately spotting the crease between his eyes that would appear when he was thinking too hard. “It’s been a mad couple of years.”
“That it has...”
There was more silence, how had it come to this? Dom couldn’t remember a time when there would be silence between them. There would always be a joke or a giggle or something stupid to keep them occupied. But now that they were no longer together everything had changed. Change, why did things have to change? It’s not like he hadn’t seen it coming either.
In New Zealand they were all over each other, in more ways then one. During the day would be filming, during the night… well… the night was a lot of things. It was all unexpected but Dom was grateful for every waning second.
After filming had wrapped Billy had gone and got himself a girlfriend. Dom wasn’t worried. The two had never agreed on an exclusive relationship but he knew that at the end of the week it would be his bed Billy would be crawling into. Only things didn’t stay that way. Months passed and Dom was graced with Billy’s presence less and less. He was spending more time with her. Then it came. Dom had tried to black it out, but there it was, still bouncing around in his brain since the day it was uttered.
“I don’t think we should do this anymore, Dom. It’s getting serious...” He trailed off. “Me and Ali.”
Someone call 999, we got a heart failure.
And of course it had come just mere seconds after he had shagged him senseless. Typical.
“…But there’s no one I would have rather spent them with.”
Dom’s face became a wall of grin. He scooted over towards his friend, the two of them previously sitting at opposite sides facing away from one another.
“I think to commemorate our time on this project we should get together once a year and sit uncomfortably up a tree. What do you say?” Billy smirked.
Dom must have lost all sense at this point, because he placed a hand on Billy’s knee. It was only going to be downhill from here. As soon as it happened he felt Billy tense up. It was intended as a simple gesture, but knowing their history, Dom should have known better. He looked across at Billy and his stomach fluttered. It could all be just so simple. Dom’s head bowed and he moved in to feel those lips, the ones that he was so acustomed to, that felt so right, like an extension of his own.
Those lips were different now. They didn’t part, or give in to him. In fact they resisted, as did Billy’s hands, another feature of his body that Dom adored so much.
“Dommie…”
“I don’t understand you.” Dom’s hand slinked away and he pushed back across the seat. “You send out so many mixed signals.” He could feel it now, the anger of everything creeping in around him, encompassing him like a suffocating blanket. The need for something that was just beyond his grasp but so far away.
“I have a girlfriend now.”
“You don’t have to keep throwing it in my face!” Dom’s voice cracked.
“For fuck’s sake, Dom! What do you want from me?” He didn’t mean to be so defensive. He didn’t mean for a lot of things. But there it was. Billy felt like curling in on himself and forgetting everything. He looked across at the young man, that mouth which would usually form that stupidly lovable crooked smile, those intense gray eyes that he’d previously gotten lost in for hours, and he just wanted to surrender.
“I love…”
“Don’t!” Billy felt that sting, the one on your face which makes your feelings so obvious. The water pooling just beneath your eyes.
“Are you ready to paaarrrrtttyyyy?” The limo’s door flew open and a young man practically bounced in. “This is gonna’ be so fuckin’ great.” Elijah collapsed in to the seat, forcing Dom back towards Billy so there was enough room.
Sean, close behind chose a much more graceful entrance, with a quick hello and nod he seated himself down next to the hyperactive hobbit. The door shut and they were off again.
“Did I miss something?” Elijah asked.
Dom hadn’t said a word since the two men had entered the vehicle and Billy hadn’t even looked at them. His face was turned away and a hand to his features gave a clear indication that everything was far from perfect.
Luckily Sean, being ever perceptive, gave Elijah a little tap on the shoulder followed by a little shake of the head, hoping he would get the picture.
The rest of the journey pretty much followed suit. Elijah would fidget but he’d try to do it in silence. Luckily they were only a few blocks from the Kodak theatre, Dom just wanted to get the night over with.
The door opened and it was time for faux smiles. They weren’t exactly false - both Billy and Dom were equally happy about Lord of the Rings achievements, only their situation wasn’t very accomodating to having to talk to a lot of people. As soon as they were out of the limo they were swept up in a frenzy of cheers and media excitment. They moved down from one reporter to the next, answering question after question.
Some of the tension lifted as the atmosphere seemed to take in Dom like a whirlwind, although he was actively aware that Billy would appear to distance himself, always keeping either Elijah or Sean between them.
It wasn’t until they were in an interview with Joan Rivers that things took another turn. Dom had managed to manouever himself next to Billy and after a simple squeeze to the chin Billy caught him off guard with a hardened “Get off!”
Dom quickly recoiled. Seconds past. Do something, his mind screamed. Smile at the camera, goofy grin, that always works. He didn’t want the world to know that a simple two words had hurt him more than if every appendage had just been ripped from his body.
The interview ended and the group made their way inside the Kodak theatre. Once again Dom tried to get close to Billy, but every attempt was met with disdain. The icing on the cake came when Billy openly asked to trade seats with Sean. Dom was now convinced that he could feel his heart shrivelling up inside his chest and that any moment he would die, to be later diagnosed with a broken heart.
The show begins and Billy Crystal came out with a bunch of jokes that Dom would usually find funny, but he didn’t, simply smirking and chuckling on cue with everyone else so as not to grab attention. Minutes flew by and the awards for Lord of the Rings began to pile up, quite clearly deserved. Dom wanted to shout and scream and hug, but he wants to do all those things with Billy but that been denied to him.
Rings wins yet again. Cheers envelop Dom, especially because Elijah is screaming right in his fucking ear. His eyes begin to wander and after a moment they lock with Billy’s. He’d been staring right at him - for how long? There seems to be a flicker of something and then Billy quickly excuses himself. Dom is tempted to follow but he becomes openly aware of how often he puts his foot in it.
Billy doesn’t return for over fifteen minutes. There was no way he’d simply slipped out to the bathroom. Dom notices something different about him as he purposely avoids his gaze. He’s wearing a smile but there’s rough skin under his eyes. The aftermath of tears.
The ceremony proceeds to a predictable but extremely gratifying conclusion, but all Dom can see is Billy’s haunted expression. Hugs are exchanged and Peter, Fran and the whole LotR cast and crew receive everything they deserved. Only Dom can’t shake the feeling that the night they gained something, he lost everything. They’re all on stage and he feels out of place, smile for the cameras, can’t forget that.
Moments blur, the night seems to be running by him not allowing him to catch a breath.
So that’s it, the end of the road. The experience of a lifetime is over.
Dom proceeds to tell everyone how great this all is - he just wishes he felt it. The group starts to break off as they decide to go to parties and events. No surprise to him that Billy decides to hit the New Line party. Was this how things would be from now on?
As Dom pushes his way through the crowd out in to the night, the fresh air hits his face like a wave. He takes a deep breathe. He’d barely been standing there for a second before he felt a comforting hand grace his shoulder.
“I think it’s time we hit the onering party, don’t you?” Elijah beams. “You know the fans love to go all out. Plus they think you’re fucking adorable and with Orlando MIA who do you think they’ll be trying to get a piece of?”
Always thinking of others. Dom gave an appreciative smile.
Elijah gaze a slight squeeze to Dom’s shoulder. “It’s his loss you know.”
The two clambered in to the awaiting car and proceeded on to their next destination. Dom’s spirits began to lift, Elijah’s overpowering hyperactivity seeming to claw at him from all sides. The fans went mad on their arrival, especially when Dom started out by telling all that he goes commando.
Then Billy arrives. Dom’s heart immediately sinks back to its previous position.
When Billy sings Dom feels asthough he is the only one in the room. He recalls when Billy would practice his vocals for the Lord of the Rings soundtrack and he would just sit contently, being floated along with Billys perfect melody. He wanted to feel that again and as he promised himself that he would, he also wondered if anyone would notice the aftermath of tears on his face.
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Sigh. *mourns own lack of insparation*
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::stops jumping::
And you write so prettyful. and I luff it. And there needs to more of things that I luff. ::gives you chocolate covered Dom to continue it::
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I actually wrote this within a week of the Oscars, just took forever to get it up. hee.
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Aww, thank you! I love positive feedback, best thing in the world... with a few exceptions. hee.
There will definately be more to this series, i already started on the next part, damn Uni getting in the way.
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I'm glad you enjoyed it :)
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