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jaynecortese.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 15th, 2004 07:52 pm)TITLE: Forgiven
AUTHOR: Jayne Cortese
PAIRING: Monaboyd
RATING: R/NC-17
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Art imitates life sometimes, it's the damnedest thing. And so I suppose this fic is something of an apologetic offering to fanDOM, which I have been away from these last few weeks.
SUMMARY: "Set me on fire again, Billy."
Billy came home to see that his answering machine was blinking at him from its place on the table in his front hallway. He put down his bags, picked up his mail, and pushed the red button waiting for him expectantly.
“Oh,” said Dom’s unmistakable voice from wherever Dom was. “So I should start now, then?”
“Yeah, Dom. Start now,” Billy throatily half-laughed to nobody in particular. He wasn’t talking to himself, that’s for damned sure. And, Billy assured himself, he was not. Talking. To Dom. He slammed the forgotten collection of letters and bills onto the table as if that proved anything.
“I miss you, Billy. But that should go without saying. I don’t know if it’s a bad thing, missing you so much. Think about it. On the one hand, there’s nothing in the world I want more than to see you again and make this knot in my stomach go away. But on the other hand, if I’m missing you like this, and I’m dying a little inside every day, it’s gotta mean I love you, right? And then I can think that maybe if you miss me like this, even a millionth as much as I do, you might love me too.”
“Come on, Dom. Stop it, stop it, just stop now,” Billy muttered. His eyes were clenched shut but it didn’t seem to stop a thin line of wetness from gathering round his eyelashes.
“It’s the weirdest thing, Bills, but I keep thinking I see you here. Seeing you fucking everywhere. I’d want to go up to you and -- I don’t know. Say hello. Tousle your hair. Kiss you senseless, whatever. But I’d run up and get closer and it wouldn’t be you at all. Wouldn’t even look like you, not really. Once I thought you were the makeup girl. Now she thinks I’m crazy. Maybe I am.” Billy heard Dom’s nervous laugh escaping shyly from the answering machine. “Am I crazy, Bills?”
Billy opened his mouth to answer, but stopped. Partly because he was all alone in his apartment and Dom couldn’t hear him if he was Superman, partly because Dom’s disembodied voice cut him off again, and partly because Billy didn’t know.
“Wait, no, don’t answer that. I guess I am, a little. I’m crazy for you, at least.”
There was a pause, and both of them laughed. Billy’s was unexpected, torn from him and surprising. Dom’s was a shaky crackling giggle from half a world away.
“God, that was bad. See what this is doing to me? I’m losing my touch here, without you. Losing a lot of shit here alone. My touch, my mind. But you knew that already, didn’t you?”
Billy noticed a slight change in Dom’s tone, but couldn’t make much of it, as Dom had started up again, faster and more urgent.
“Fuck, Bills. This thing’s gonna cut me off. I’m not done, though, I’m calling you again. I'm calling you back right n--” A click, and Dom’s voice was gone. Billy wasn’t quite prepared for the empty silent space it left behind.
Billy’s index finger hovered indecisive over the buttons of the machine. After some soul-searching, he pressed the red button again.
“Good. I knew you’d listen,” Dom said, but Billy could feel the lingering uncertainty in his voice. “I guess what I’m saying is that I’m sorry, and I love you, and I wish you were here so I could see you and prove to you how much.” Ah. So that’s what Dom was starting before. Losing his touch. Bollocks. Billy smiled despite himself. His resolve that was flimsy at best to begin with was quickly shattering to dusty pieces all around him. Billy was dimly aware of rustling on Dom’s end of the line before he began to speak again in a husky whisper. “I want to show you so damn much, Billy. Wanna show you everything, you’ve got no idea.”
Billy shivered, clutching the small table for balance.
“Or on second thought, maybe you do. Do you need me as much as I need you?”
“Yes,” Billy hissed. He almost believed that Dom could hear him, too.
“This bed feels so wrong without you in it with me. It’s always so cold. But God, Billy, it’s so damn hot when you’re around. I’m always on fire when I'm with you. I didn’t fucking know it until I didn’t have you anymore.” Dom let out a shaky breath. “Set me on fire again, Billy.”
Billy was absolutely not getting hard. He certainly wasn’t unzipping his pants in his front hallway.
“Are you touching yourself? Oh God, please say you are.”
“Fuck, yes, Dom,” Billy moaned.
“I’ve been -- shit, I’ve been wanking since I picked up the phone. If I close my eyes tight and talk to you and pretend it’s you touching me I don’t miss you quite so much. I can almost feel you here if I pretend.”
“Oh God --” Billy’s ragged breathing quickened as his hand moved faster.
“Shit, Bills, are you close too?”
“So close, Dom, need you.” Billy could feel it building at the base of his spine, a white-hot feeling spreading like lightning to his fingers and toes.
Dom babbled wildly, incoherent except for the occasional “I miss you”, “I’m sorry”, “I love you”, and, once, a “God, Bills, I’m such an asshole”.
They both screamed the other’s name as they came in unison, panting into the spaces between them.
Minutes later, when Billy had collected himself -- his pants that had been pooled round his ankles, and his thoughts that had been scrambled and strewn around the world and back -- he picked up the phone with still shaking hands. He dialed Dom’s cell phone number faster than he could think of a reason why he shouldn’t. Three and a half rings later, Dom, whose voice still echoed and bounced around Billy’s head, answered sleepily.
“Hello?”
“You are so very, very forgiven.”
AUTHOR: Jayne Cortese
PAIRING: Monaboyd
RATING: R/NC-17
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Art imitates life sometimes, it's the damnedest thing. And so I suppose this fic is something of an apologetic offering to fanDOM, which I have been away from these last few weeks.
SUMMARY: "Set me on fire again, Billy."
Billy came home to see that his answering machine was blinking at him from its place on the table in his front hallway. He put down his bags, picked up his mail, and pushed the red button waiting for him expectantly.
“Oh,” said Dom’s unmistakable voice from wherever Dom was. “So I should start now, then?”
“Yeah, Dom. Start now,” Billy throatily half-laughed to nobody in particular. He wasn’t talking to himself, that’s for damned sure. And, Billy assured himself, he was not. Talking. To Dom. He slammed the forgotten collection of letters and bills onto the table as if that proved anything.
“I miss you, Billy. But that should go without saying. I don’t know if it’s a bad thing, missing you so much. Think about it. On the one hand, there’s nothing in the world I want more than to see you again and make this knot in my stomach go away. But on the other hand, if I’m missing you like this, and I’m dying a little inside every day, it’s gotta mean I love you, right? And then I can think that maybe if you miss me like this, even a millionth as much as I do, you might love me too.”
“Come on, Dom. Stop it, stop it, just stop now,” Billy muttered. His eyes were clenched shut but it didn’t seem to stop a thin line of wetness from gathering round his eyelashes.
“It’s the weirdest thing, Bills, but I keep thinking I see you here. Seeing you fucking everywhere. I’d want to go up to you and -- I don’t know. Say hello. Tousle your hair. Kiss you senseless, whatever. But I’d run up and get closer and it wouldn’t be you at all. Wouldn’t even look like you, not really. Once I thought you were the makeup girl. Now she thinks I’m crazy. Maybe I am.” Billy heard Dom’s nervous laugh escaping shyly from the answering machine. “Am I crazy, Bills?”
Billy opened his mouth to answer, but stopped. Partly because he was all alone in his apartment and Dom couldn’t hear him if he was Superman, partly because Dom’s disembodied voice cut him off again, and partly because Billy didn’t know.
“Wait, no, don’t answer that. I guess I am, a little. I’m crazy for you, at least.”
There was a pause, and both of them laughed. Billy’s was unexpected, torn from him and surprising. Dom’s was a shaky crackling giggle from half a world away.
“God, that was bad. See what this is doing to me? I’m losing my touch here, without you. Losing a lot of shit here alone. My touch, my mind. But you knew that already, didn’t you?”
Billy noticed a slight change in Dom’s tone, but couldn’t make much of it, as Dom had started up again, faster and more urgent.
“Fuck, Bills. This thing’s gonna cut me off. I’m not done, though, I’m calling you again. I'm calling you back right n--” A click, and Dom’s voice was gone. Billy wasn’t quite prepared for the empty silent space it left behind.
Billy’s index finger hovered indecisive over the buttons of the machine. After some soul-searching, he pressed the red button again.
“Good. I knew you’d listen,” Dom said, but Billy could feel the lingering uncertainty in his voice. “I guess what I’m saying is that I’m sorry, and I love you, and I wish you were here so I could see you and prove to you how much.” Ah. So that’s what Dom was starting before. Losing his touch. Bollocks. Billy smiled despite himself. His resolve that was flimsy at best to begin with was quickly shattering to dusty pieces all around him. Billy was dimly aware of rustling on Dom’s end of the line before he began to speak again in a husky whisper. “I want to show you so damn much, Billy. Wanna show you everything, you’ve got no idea.”
Billy shivered, clutching the small table for balance.
“Or on second thought, maybe you do. Do you need me as much as I need you?”
“Yes,” Billy hissed. He almost believed that Dom could hear him, too.
“This bed feels so wrong without you in it with me. It’s always so cold. But God, Billy, it’s so damn hot when you’re around. I’m always on fire when I'm with you. I didn’t fucking know it until I didn’t have you anymore.” Dom let out a shaky breath. “Set me on fire again, Billy.”
Billy was absolutely not getting hard. He certainly wasn’t unzipping his pants in his front hallway.
“Are you touching yourself? Oh God, please say you are.”
“Fuck, yes, Dom,” Billy moaned.
“I’ve been -- shit, I’ve been wanking since I picked up the phone. If I close my eyes tight and talk to you and pretend it’s you touching me I don’t miss you quite so much. I can almost feel you here if I pretend.”
“Oh God --” Billy’s ragged breathing quickened as his hand moved faster.
“Shit, Bills, are you close too?”
“So close, Dom, need you.” Billy could feel it building at the base of his spine, a white-hot feeling spreading like lightning to his fingers and toes.
Dom babbled wildly, incoherent except for the occasional “I miss you”, “I’m sorry”, “I love you”, and, once, a “God, Bills, I’m such an asshole”.
They both screamed the other’s name as they came in unison, panting into the spaces between them.
Minutes later, when Billy had collected himself -- his pants that had been pooled round his ankles, and his thoughts that had been scrambled and strewn around the world and back -- he picked up the phone with still shaking hands. He dialed Dom’s cell phone number faster than he could think of a reason why he shouldn’t. Three and a half rings later, Dom, whose voice still echoed and bounced around Billy’s head, answered sleepily.
“Hello?”
“You are so very, very forgiven.”
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but i have to say that i quite liked it. hot!!!!
good job!
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hey hey. i have every intention of starting a trend. an answering-machine-sex!kink trend. and then, of course, i shall set my sights on ruling the world with an iron fist. a verrah sexah iron fist.
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omg we are! <3 billy
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*puts up bathtub!johnny icon to match your brooding!johnny icon*
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*sings, van morrison style* have i told you lately that i love you?
and yes. i loves me some ziggy stardust, yes i does. :D
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wow.
that was the greatest, most rewarding comment i've ever, ever gotten.
allow me to reiterate: wow.
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All I could think while reading this was, "Thank God Billy didn't bring anyone home with him!" But I really did like it.
“Hello?”
“You are so very, very forgiven.”
That just. *grins* Yeah. Made me very, very happy.
~Cai
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phew.....
wow. i survived. je l'aime.
well done. ;)
-kaleena
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s'goood, mate. : D
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Sexay!!
“I’ve been -- shit, I’ve been wanking since I picked up the phone. If I close my eyes tight and talk to you and pretend it’s you touching me I don’t miss you quite so much. I can almost feel you here if I pretend.”
“Oh God --” Billy’s ragged breathing quickened as his hand moved faster.
“Shit, Bills, are you close too?”
“So close, Dom, need you.” Billy could feel it building at the base of his spine, a white-hot feeling spreading like lightning to his fingers and toes.
Dom babbled wildly, incoherent except for the occasional “I miss you”, “I’m sorry”, “I love you”, and, once, a “God, Bills, I’m such an asshole”.
They both screamed the other’s name as they came in unison, panting into the spaces between them.
Wow.... answeringmachine!sex is the new phone sex! I loooove it.
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YES! I HAVE STARTED A REVOLUTION!
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or not. :)
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Lovely work!