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I don't know why I wrote this. Really, I don't know why I'm posting it. I just haven't written anything more that a few drabbles for a while now, and I needed to produce something vaugely like a story or I would go mad.
So here is my latest creation. Un-beta'd, un-read through even by me, and written very, very, very quickly. Enjoy and Critisize.
Title: Waking up.
Author: Jill.
Pairing: Monaboyd
Feedback: Am feedback h0r. Though am expecting mostly bad feedback for this uninspired piece.
Disclaimer: 'Course it's real. But I can't prove it...
Notes: Don't ask. I'm really, really tired.
The blinds were cheap, and a boring, faded grey-color. They did nothing to stop the intrusion of those first, early-morning golden rays that drifted impishly around the room, playing on the faces of the two sleeping people. It wasn’t enough to wake them from their slumber, but it was just enough to rouse them. They both grumbled and muttered, tried to roll away from the incessant light, tried to pull the cotton sheets over their heads. It would have been comical had their been anyone to see it. The pair were both so entangled, with limbs and bodies entwined, that their faces ended up almost touching, stale breath meeting stale breath. They slept on.
Gradually, the sun strengthened, rising in the periwinkle-blue, New Zealand sky. Like a giant egg yolk that had been set on fire by some deranged chef. That’s what Dominic thought, as he was slowly provoked into semi-consciousness. The blinds in this hotel were cheap and nasty. And half broken. Dom could see the sky clearly, as he awoke. Funny, but he didn’t remember them being broken before. Still, last night had been a big one. Drinks, drinks, and more drinks. Pubs, pubs, and more pubs. Dom was actually proud of himself; this was his room. He had actually made it home for once.
Now it was time to focus his sleep-addled vision down a little. Now it time to have a look at whatever girl he’d obviously fucked last night. From what he could feel, she had hairy legs, which was odd. But then, he had been very drunk, and it wouldn’t be the first time. Dom sometimes preferred vaguely shaggy legs. They were interesting. Different.
Fighting back a wave of agony that suddenly ripped through his head, he would take a few painkillers once he’s sent the girl home, Dom looked down.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Dom had obviously been drunker than he thought. “Fuckin’ bloody hell.”
Well, it explained the hairy legs. Billy never was one to shave.
He was still asleep, looking so very peaceful. His lips, thin but beautifully shaped, were slightly parted, and his eyes, despite the lids that hid their enchanting green-ness, were still captivating. His hair was messy, and a little stubble covered his chin. All their appearances had been slightly neglected, since this week off from filming had turned into one, great booze-fest.
“Fuckin’ bloody fuckin’ hell.” Oddly enough, Dom didn’t find himself disgusted. He didn’t leap out of the bed. He didn’t feel a grip of fear in his stomach about the situation he found himself in. If anything, he sounded, and looked, amused by this discovery. He had expected to wake up with someone, and the fact that that someone was a man, and a man who had been his close friend for months, was, strangely, not at all disturbing.
Or maybe he was just really hung over. Whatever. He was just…curious, about how he and his best friend had ended up this way.
It seemed a shame to wake him, but Billy was draped over Dom’s body in such a way that they would both have to be conscious for the untangling. After managing to work one of his hands free, Dom reached over and, gently but firmly, poked Billy in the ribs.
The sleeping Scotsman slept on.
With his head beginning to protest the light violently, Dom lost all sense of subtlety. Jabbing a finger firmly into his friends chest, he yelled as loudly as his ears and head would allow.
“Oi, Sleeping Beauty. Yer on my leg.”
Billy woke slowly, blinking his eyes in a feeble protest against the glorious, golden morning. He was slow to realize where he was, was even slow to recognize the face he was waking up to. When the familiarity of that particular countenance finally set in, he sat up quickly (or tried to).
“Dom? Whattarya doin’ in my bed?” Billy’s accent was made a thousand times more unintelligible by a hangover.
“My bed, actually.” Dom, thankfully, had become accustomed to deciphering that slurred brogue.
“Well, whattamah doin’ in your bed, eh?”
Dom, for the first time, noticed exactly why it was that Billy was quite unsuccessful in his attempts to sit up. He was handcuffed to the bed. “Well.” Reaching down to the floor, Dom groped around for the key he sincerely hoped had been dropped there. It had. “I think I can safely say, we both got totally pissed last night.”
“I’ll say.” Billy rubbed his wrists as he sat up, then threw back the bed sheets. He frowned. “Is that…peanut butter? All over my thighs? And ass?”
Despite his raging headache, Dom laughed. “Yeah, we musta been pretty wasted.” He yawned, then rolled out of bed, still very naked. “I’m gunna make some coffee. Want some?”
Billy, concentrating on wiping the peanut butter from his body with the sheets, made a grunting noise that sounded vaguely like ‘Yeah’.
After rummaging around on the floor for a moment, Dom managed to locate a shirt. Dragging it on (backwards) he wandered into the kitchen, bumping into a few doors on the way, but otherwise managing quite well. A mug of instant coffee, filled with hot water straight from the tap, later, he was ready to confront the world. And the situation at hand.
Namely, the fact that it seemed pretty clear that last night he had shagged Billy Boyd. It must have been a damn good shag, too, because he still felt vaguely tingly and satisfied. Or maybe that was just the caffeine kicking in.
Dom sat musing for a while, hunched over the breakfast bar and his second mug of bad coffee. He rocked backwards and forwards slightly on the stool, a bad habit, he knew, especially in his hung over state, but one he’d never been able to break. He was still half-naked, wearing only a faded old top, and the odd sensation of his peanut butter greased nether regions against the vinyl was perhaps better at rousing his addled mind than the caffeine was.
Billy had peanut butter all over himself, too. Dom remembered, and chuckled to himself. He wished he could remember what had happened last night.
But that was odd, and not odd at the same time. Dom knew that when Orlando and Elijah had woken up together, after a few two many drinks, they hadn’t been able to look at each other for months. Even now their friendship was still slightly strained. They were awkward around each other, and didn’t talk much.
Dom frowned. He had asked Billy if he wanted coffee as if it had been the most natural thing in the world. He had laughed when he’d seen Billy very naked, very peanut-buttery.
That was odd.
And just know. He’d wished he could remember what had happened. Dom shook his head blearily. It was too early in the morning to contemplate the aftereffects of bonking one’s best friend.
His thoughts were interrupted as Billy stumbled into the kitchen. He was half-dressed, like Dom, but had managed to clean himself up a little, and therefore looked a little more normal, despite his messy hair and bloodshot eyes.
“Coffee.” He grunted.
Dom got up to get another mug from the cupboard, but Billy snatched his mug, gulping down the contents in one swallow.
“More.”
Three mugs later, he was slightly more vocal.
The two men both dressed, and tried to make themselves a little more presentable, before meeting again at the kitchen counter. The glanced at each other for a while, not nervously, not awkwardly, but in a bemused way.
Billy broke the silence. “So, are we gay lovers now, eh?”
Dom snorted. Trust Billy to be blunt when hung over and on a caffeine high. He smiled. “I dunno. It’s kinda weird…”
“Because it’s not weird.” Billy finished the sentence. “Y’know, I never fancied you, before now.”
“So, you fancy me now?” Dom was oddly pleased.
“Eh…” Billy shrugged. “I wouldn’t have thought you were my type, but I guess you are.” He sniggered slightly.
Dom frowned. “It’s not funny, you know.”
“Actually, it is.” Billy leaned forwards. “I suddenly have a craving for peanut butter. Which, until this moment, I have hated with a passion.”
There was silence for a moment, then Dom burst into laugher. “Yeah. I guess it is fuckin’ funny.”
The two men, hobbits, friends, stared at each other for a moment. Blue-grey eyes met green ones.
Billy leant forward slightly more. His lips met Dom’s.
The kiss only lasted for a second, but it would change both their lives. In that second, both Dominic and Billy realized something. The both knew that they liked one another. Like-liked, as in want-to-throw-down-and-shag-senseless liked. Their whole friendship up until this point had taken the form of flirting. They teased each other about their sexuality, they touched one another in ways that normal friends don’t touch. They told each other things that normal friends would keep to themselves, they trusted each other, cared for one another.
It had all been the perfect relationship, without the sex. Until now.
“Wanna try and remember what we did last night?” Billy asked, breathless, his lips still close enough that his words tickled Dom’s mouth.
“I’d love to, but I think I’m out of peanut butter.”
So here is my latest creation. Un-beta'd, un-read through even by me, and written very, very, very quickly. Enjoy and Critisize.
Title: Waking up.
Author: Jill.
Pairing: Monaboyd
Feedback: Am feedback h0r. Though am expecting mostly bad feedback for this uninspired piece.
Disclaimer: 'Course it's real. But I can't prove it...
Notes: Don't ask. I'm really, really tired.
The blinds were cheap, and a boring, faded grey-color. They did nothing to stop the intrusion of those first, early-morning golden rays that drifted impishly around the room, playing on the faces of the two sleeping people. It wasn’t enough to wake them from their slumber, but it was just enough to rouse them. They both grumbled and muttered, tried to roll away from the incessant light, tried to pull the cotton sheets over their heads. It would have been comical had their been anyone to see it. The pair were both so entangled, with limbs and bodies entwined, that their faces ended up almost touching, stale breath meeting stale breath. They slept on.
Gradually, the sun strengthened, rising in the periwinkle-blue, New Zealand sky. Like a giant egg yolk that had been set on fire by some deranged chef. That’s what Dominic thought, as he was slowly provoked into semi-consciousness. The blinds in this hotel were cheap and nasty. And half broken. Dom could see the sky clearly, as he awoke. Funny, but he didn’t remember them being broken before. Still, last night had been a big one. Drinks, drinks, and more drinks. Pubs, pubs, and more pubs. Dom was actually proud of himself; this was his room. He had actually made it home for once.
Now it was time to focus his sleep-addled vision down a little. Now it time to have a look at whatever girl he’d obviously fucked last night. From what he could feel, she had hairy legs, which was odd. But then, he had been very drunk, and it wouldn’t be the first time. Dom sometimes preferred vaguely shaggy legs. They were interesting. Different.
Fighting back a wave of agony that suddenly ripped through his head, he would take a few painkillers once he’s sent the girl home, Dom looked down.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Dom had obviously been drunker than he thought. “Fuckin’ bloody hell.”
Well, it explained the hairy legs. Billy never was one to shave.
He was still asleep, looking so very peaceful. His lips, thin but beautifully shaped, were slightly parted, and his eyes, despite the lids that hid their enchanting green-ness, were still captivating. His hair was messy, and a little stubble covered his chin. All their appearances had been slightly neglected, since this week off from filming had turned into one, great booze-fest.
“Fuckin’ bloody fuckin’ hell.” Oddly enough, Dom didn’t find himself disgusted. He didn’t leap out of the bed. He didn’t feel a grip of fear in his stomach about the situation he found himself in. If anything, he sounded, and looked, amused by this discovery. He had expected to wake up with someone, and the fact that that someone was a man, and a man who had been his close friend for months, was, strangely, not at all disturbing.
Or maybe he was just really hung over. Whatever. He was just…curious, about how he and his best friend had ended up this way.
It seemed a shame to wake him, but Billy was draped over Dom’s body in such a way that they would both have to be conscious for the untangling. After managing to work one of his hands free, Dom reached over and, gently but firmly, poked Billy in the ribs.
The sleeping Scotsman slept on.
With his head beginning to protest the light violently, Dom lost all sense of subtlety. Jabbing a finger firmly into his friends chest, he yelled as loudly as his ears and head would allow.
“Oi, Sleeping Beauty. Yer on my leg.”
Billy woke slowly, blinking his eyes in a feeble protest against the glorious, golden morning. He was slow to realize where he was, was even slow to recognize the face he was waking up to. When the familiarity of that particular countenance finally set in, he sat up quickly (or tried to).
“Dom? Whattarya doin’ in my bed?” Billy’s accent was made a thousand times more unintelligible by a hangover.
“My bed, actually.” Dom, thankfully, had become accustomed to deciphering that slurred brogue.
“Well, whattamah doin’ in your bed, eh?”
Dom, for the first time, noticed exactly why it was that Billy was quite unsuccessful in his attempts to sit up. He was handcuffed to the bed. “Well.” Reaching down to the floor, Dom groped around for the key he sincerely hoped had been dropped there. It had. “I think I can safely say, we both got totally pissed last night.”
“I’ll say.” Billy rubbed his wrists as he sat up, then threw back the bed sheets. He frowned. “Is that…peanut butter? All over my thighs? And ass?”
Despite his raging headache, Dom laughed. “Yeah, we musta been pretty wasted.” He yawned, then rolled out of bed, still very naked. “I’m gunna make some coffee. Want some?”
Billy, concentrating on wiping the peanut butter from his body with the sheets, made a grunting noise that sounded vaguely like ‘Yeah’.
After rummaging around on the floor for a moment, Dom managed to locate a shirt. Dragging it on (backwards) he wandered into the kitchen, bumping into a few doors on the way, but otherwise managing quite well. A mug of instant coffee, filled with hot water straight from the tap, later, he was ready to confront the world. And the situation at hand.
Namely, the fact that it seemed pretty clear that last night he had shagged Billy Boyd. It must have been a damn good shag, too, because he still felt vaguely tingly and satisfied. Or maybe that was just the caffeine kicking in.
Dom sat musing for a while, hunched over the breakfast bar and his second mug of bad coffee. He rocked backwards and forwards slightly on the stool, a bad habit, he knew, especially in his hung over state, but one he’d never been able to break. He was still half-naked, wearing only a faded old top, and the odd sensation of his peanut butter greased nether regions against the vinyl was perhaps better at rousing his addled mind than the caffeine was.
Billy had peanut butter all over himself, too. Dom remembered, and chuckled to himself. He wished he could remember what had happened last night.
But that was odd, and not odd at the same time. Dom knew that when Orlando and Elijah had woken up together, after a few two many drinks, they hadn’t been able to look at each other for months. Even now their friendship was still slightly strained. They were awkward around each other, and didn’t talk much.
Dom frowned. He had asked Billy if he wanted coffee as if it had been the most natural thing in the world. He had laughed when he’d seen Billy very naked, very peanut-buttery.
That was odd.
And just know. He’d wished he could remember what had happened. Dom shook his head blearily. It was too early in the morning to contemplate the aftereffects of bonking one’s best friend.
His thoughts were interrupted as Billy stumbled into the kitchen. He was half-dressed, like Dom, but had managed to clean himself up a little, and therefore looked a little more normal, despite his messy hair and bloodshot eyes.
“Coffee.” He grunted.
Dom got up to get another mug from the cupboard, but Billy snatched his mug, gulping down the contents in one swallow.
“More.”
Three mugs later, he was slightly more vocal.
The two men both dressed, and tried to make themselves a little more presentable, before meeting again at the kitchen counter. The glanced at each other for a while, not nervously, not awkwardly, but in a bemused way.
Billy broke the silence. “So, are we gay lovers now, eh?”
Dom snorted. Trust Billy to be blunt when hung over and on a caffeine high. He smiled. “I dunno. It’s kinda weird…”
“Because it’s not weird.” Billy finished the sentence. “Y’know, I never fancied you, before now.”
“So, you fancy me now?” Dom was oddly pleased.
“Eh…” Billy shrugged. “I wouldn’t have thought you were my type, but I guess you are.” He sniggered slightly.
Dom frowned. “It’s not funny, you know.”
“Actually, it is.” Billy leaned forwards. “I suddenly have a craving for peanut butter. Which, until this moment, I have hated with a passion.”
There was silence for a moment, then Dom burst into laugher. “Yeah. I guess it is fuckin’ funny.”
The two men, hobbits, friends, stared at each other for a moment. Blue-grey eyes met green ones.
Billy leant forward slightly more. His lips met Dom’s.
The kiss only lasted for a second, but it would change both their lives. In that second, both Dominic and Billy realized something. The both knew that they liked one another. Like-liked, as in want-to-throw-down-and-shag-senseless liked. Their whole friendship up until this point had taken the form of flirting. They teased each other about their sexuality, they touched one another in ways that normal friends don’t touch. They told each other things that normal friends would keep to themselves, they trusted each other, cared for one another.
It had all been the perfect relationship, without the sex. Until now.
“Wanna try and remember what we did last night?” Billy asked, breathless, his lips still close enough that his words tickled Dom’s mouth.
“I’d love to, but I think I’m out of peanut butter.”
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LOVELY...*hugs* You rock!!
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Love it...!!!
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i think sometimes rereading and beta-ing is not necessary...
and this fic is the, uhm, living proof.
good job!
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