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flickerswitch.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Apr. 14th, 2004 07:26 pm)Title: Undone
Chapter: 1/5
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flickerswitch
Warnings: Strong language and boy kissing
Disclaimer: Never happened, all lies, every word
Feedback: Is what makes it all worth it :o)
Comments: Thanks tohobbit_fancier2 for the Easter plot bunnies
Billy knelt up on the bed next to Dom in the half darkness and slipped his hand across the sleeping man’s mouth, shaking him slightly with the other. “Dom?” he whispered, “Dom wake up.”
Dom’s eyes flickered open as he came round and panic registered in them momentarily at the blockage to his air way.
“Shh,” Billy held a finger up to his lips and lifted his hand away when Dom nodded. “There’s someone sneaking around downstairs.”
“In the house?” whispered Dom, startled, sitting up.
Billy shook his head, “I don’t know, but there was definitely someone poking around outside, I heard them poking around in the bins.”
Dom frowned, “Press maybe? Burglars?”
“I don’t know,” whispered Billy urgently, “but we left the kitchen window open. Dom, we’ve got to close it.”
“Don’t you think we should phone the police? My mobile’s on the dresser, here, I’ll get it.” He started to move to get out of bed but Billy grabbed his arm.
“This is not LA Dom, we’re not in the middle of town, it’ll take them twenty minutes to get here at least.”
“Ok, but I’m phoning the police first Bills, you are sure about his aren’t you?”
As if in answer, something metal, probably a dustbin lid, clattered outside; Dom’s blood ran cold as a low metallic scraping confirmed that the lid had been picked up and replaced; foxes didn’t do that.
“Ok,” said Dom, breathing quickly, “I believe you.” He slipped out of bed and crossed to the dresser, fear making him tread as quietly as possible.
Billy got back up, shifting from foot to foot and listening to the soft bleeping of Dom’s phone as he dialled 999 and asked for ‘police’. Moving out onto the landing he strained pick up sounds from the lower level and jumped violently when Dom came up behind him and put a hand on his arm.
“They said to sit tight Bills, they’ll be here as fast as they can. You’re sure you left the window open?”
“I’m positive, I always do in the summer,” hissed Billy, he felt Dom’s fingers tighten on his arm, fingers eating into flesh. “Stay here,” he whispered, “I’m going down to close it.”
“You’re not going on your own,” hissed Dom, “the woman on the police line said to stick together.”
“Do you think-” Billy swallowed, “Maybe we should just turn on all the lights and make lots of noise?”
“What if it’s not burglars?” breathed Dom, almost inaudible.
“Well in any case,” said Billy, getting his nerve back slightly, “I’m shutting that window; this is my bloody house, we can worry about who it is when we’ve locked ourselves in. Wait here a moment.”
Dom watched as Billy melted into the shadows on the landing and padded back into the bedroom, returning with a cricket bat.
“I keep it under bed,” he explained, “ Just in case.”
At Billy’s nod they started to creep as quietly as they could down the stairs, Dom copying Billy’s action of stepping over the last but second step to the bottom, correctly presuming that it must creak.
They tiptoed down the dark hall and stopped by the kitchen door at the far end. At a signal from Billy, Dom reached round him and eased the handle down with painstakingly slow care to ensure that it didn’t squeak. He pushed gently.
Billy walked in first, crouched just slightly and holding the bat poised over his shoulder ready to swing; Dom followed him, holding onto Billy’s T-Shirt and craning to see into the dimly lit room.
“Ahh shite,” breathed Billy, and stepped right into the kitchen.
***
“Hey there Lij; yeah yeah fine, look, got a bit of bad news.”
(…)
“No no, nothing like that, no. Err, Billy got burgled last night.”
(…)
“No we’re fine, we went to investigate and the back door was swinging open.”
(…)
“No, through the kitchen window and then just let themselves out.”
(…)
“Yeah, keys gone, Billy always leaves the spares on the hook just inside the door.”
(…)
“I know, I-”
(…)
“Yeah, Billy heard noises, s’what woke him up, police reckon he heard em leaving.”
(…)
“Not really, aside from his keys and his mobile; they had a good poke about but didn’t really take very much as far as we can tell and nothing of value. It’s really odd, got everybody’s back up.”
(…)
“Yeah, silly twit left it on charge in the kitchen, that’s actually what I’m calling about.”
(…)
“Yeah, he’s cancelled his credit contract, the police told us to call everyone listed on his phone and let them know.”
(…)
“Yep, they say you’ll probably need a new number.”
(…)
“Yeah”
(…)
“Totally, Billy’s kicking himself”
(…)
“Nah, it was turned on so the pin won’t lock them out until it’s turned off again.”
(…)
“No he had them written down and I had a load of them stored in my phone anyway.”
(…)
“Yeah ok mate”
(…)
“Oh, and the police say could you possibly turn your sim card over to them?”
(…)
“They say they can trace it if they try to ring or anything, just let your local station know and they can contact the station here, special treatment eh.”
(…)
“Yeah mate, I know, it’s a pain in the backside isn’t it? Billy’s really sorry about all this, he was gonna ring you himself but the police and Stuart have kidnapped him so I said I’d get started for him.”
(…)
“Ok I’ll tell him then.”
(…)
“Yeah no problem, see ya mate.”
(…)
“Bye.”
***
“He should’ve been here twenty minutes ago,” fretted Billy, pacing backwards and forwards in front of the couch, “I wish he’d hurry the fuck up!”
“Billy!” Dom heaved himself out of the armchair nearest the door and came to stand with his hands on Billy’s shoulders. “Calm down, I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”
“I’m sorry,” Billy leaned his head against Dom’s shoulder, “It’s just that home doesn’t feel sacred anymore, it feels violated. I feel violated.”
Dom wrapped his arms around the Scot and dropped a kiss onto his forehead. “I tell you what, when this guy finally gets here and sorts out the locks, why don’t me and you go off and stay in a swanky hotel for a few nights, get away huh? My treat.”
Billy shook his head slowly, “It makes me uneasy as hell knowing that someone out there came into my house and went through my things and it’s even worse knowing that they deliberately stole the spare set of keys so they could let themselves back in any time they wanted.” He sighed into Dom’s shoulder, “Home just doesn’t feel safe anymore but I don’t want to leave, not yet, I want to stay and make sure things are ok first.”
“Ok baby,” murmured Dom, “whatever you want. C’mon, why don’t we wait for the locksmith in bed?”
The doorbell rang. “Or not,” said Billy, smiling slightly for the first time that day, “kind of ironic don’t you think?”
“Locksmiths are like buses,” joked Dom, “you wait and wait and wait and then just when you’ve made up your mind to go round the back of the shelter for some quick hanky panky to pass the time…”
“The bloody bus turns up,” finished Billy leaning in and snatched a quick kiss, running his tongue tenderly along Dom’s lips before breaking away and yelling “I’m bloody coming!” when the doorbell rang again.
Dom reached out and grabbed Billy’s waist, pulling him back and whispering filthily “You will be, just you wait until I get you alone again, im gonna do things to you that you’ve only dreamed about.” He let him go, smirking, pleased to see that Billy was blushing as he went out to answer the door.
Chapter: 1/5
Author:
flickerswitchWarnings: Strong language and boy kissing
Disclaimer: Never happened, all lies, every word
Feedback: Is what makes it all worth it :o)
Comments: Thanks to
hobbit_fancier2 for the Easter plot bunniesBilly knelt up on the bed next to Dom in the half darkness and slipped his hand across the sleeping man’s mouth, shaking him slightly with the other. “Dom?” he whispered, “Dom wake up.”
Dom’s eyes flickered open as he came round and panic registered in them momentarily at the blockage to his air way.
“Shh,” Billy held a finger up to his lips and lifted his hand away when Dom nodded. “There’s someone sneaking around downstairs.”
“In the house?” whispered Dom, startled, sitting up.
Billy shook his head, “I don’t know, but there was definitely someone poking around outside, I heard them poking around in the bins.”
Dom frowned, “Press maybe? Burglars?”
“I don’t know,” whispered Billy urgently, “but we left the kitchen window open. Dom, we’ve got to close it.”
“Don’t you think we should phone the police? My mobile’s on the dresser, here, I’ll get it.” He started to move to get out of bed but Billy grabbed his arm.
“This is not LA Dom, we’re not in the middle of town, it’ll take them twenty minutes to get here at least.”
“Ok, but I’m phoning the police first Bills, you are sure about his aren’t you?”
As if in answer, something metal, probably a dustbin lid, clattered outside; Dom’s blood ran cold as a low metallic scraping confirmed that the lid had been picked up and replaced; foxes didn’t do that.
“Ok,” said Dom, breathing quickly, “I believe you.” He slipped out of bed and crossed to the dresser, fear making him tread as quietly as possible.
Billy got back up, shifting from foot to foot and listening to the soft bleeping of Dom’s phone as he dialled 999 and asked for ‘police’. Moving out onto the landing he strained pick up sounds from the lower level and jumped violently when Dom came up behind him and put a hand on his arm.
“They said to sit tight Bills, they’ll be here as fast as they can. You’re sure you left the window open?”
“I’m positive, I always do in the summer,” hissed Billy, he felt Dom’s fingers tighten on his arm, fingers eating into flesh. “Stay here,” he whispered, “I’m going down to close it.”
“You’re not going on your own,” hissed Dom, “the woman on the police line said to stick together.”
“Do you think-” Billy swallowed, “Maybe we should just turn on all the lights and make lots of noise?”
“What if it’s not burglars?” breathed Dom, almost inaudible.
“Well in any case,” said Billy, getting his nerve back slightly, “I’m shutting that window; this is my bloody house, we can worry about who it is when we’ve locked ourselves in. Wait here a moment.”
Dom watched as Billy melted into the shadows on the landing and padded back into the bedroom, returning with a cricket bat.
“I keep it under bed,” he explained, “ Just in case.”
At Billy’s nod they started to creep as quietly as they could down the stairs, Dom copying Billy’s action of stepping over the last but second step to the bottom, correctly presuming that it must creak.
They tiptoed down the dark hall and stopped by the kitchen door at the far end. At a signal from Billy, Dom reached round him and eased the handle down with painstakingly slow care to ensure that it didn’t squeak. He pushed gently.
Billy walked in first, crouched just slightly and holding the bat poised over his shoulder ready to swing; Dom followed him, holding onto Billy’s T-Shirt and craning to see into the dimly lit room.
“Ahh shite,” breathed Billy, and stepped right into the kitchen.
***
“Hey there Lij; yeah yeah fine, look, got a bit of bad news.”
(…)
“No no, nothing like that, no. Err, Billy got burgled last night.”
(…)
“No we’re fine, we went to investigate and the back door was swinging open.”
(…)
“No, through the kitchen window and then just let themselves out.”
(…)
“Yeah, keys gone, Billy always leaves the spares on the hook just inside the door.”
(…)
“I know, I-”
(…)
“Yeah, Billy heard noises, s’what woke him up, police reckon he heard em leaving.”
(…)
“Not really, aside from his keys and his mobile; they had a good poke about but didn’t really take very much as far as we can tell and nothing of value. It’s really odd, got everybody’s back up.”
(…)
“Yeah, silly twit left it on charge in the kitchen, that’s actually what I’m calling about.”
(…)
“Yeah, he’s cancelled his credit contract, the police told us to call everyone listed on his phone and let them know.”
(…)
“Yep, they say you’ll probably need a new number.”
(…)
“Yeah”
(…)
“Totally, Billy’s kicking himself”
(…)
“Nah, it was turned on so the pin won’t lock them out until it’s turned off again.”
(…)
“No he had them written down and I had a load of them stored in my phone anyway.”
(…)
“Yeah ok mate”
(…)
“Oh, and the police say could you possibly turn your sim card over to them?”
(…)
“They say they can trace it if they try to ring or anything, just let your local station know and they can contact the station here, special treatment eh.”
(…)
“Yeah mate, I know, it’s a pain in the backside isn’t it? Billy’s really sorry about all this, he was gonna ring you himself but the police and Stuart have kidnapped him so I said I’d get started for him.”
(…)
“Ok I’ll tell him then.”
(…)
“Yeah no problem, see ya mate.”
(…)
“Bye.”
***
“He should’ve been here twenty minutes ago,” fretted Billy, pacing backwards and forwards in front of the couch, “I wish he’d hurry the fuck up!”
“Billy!” Dom heaved himself out of the armchair nearest the door and came to stand with his hands on Billy’s shoulders. “Calm down, I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”
“I’m sorry,” Billy leaned his head against Dom’s shoulder, “It’s just that home doesn’t feel sacred anymore, it feels violated. I feel violated.”
Dom wrapped his arms around the Scot and dropped a kiss onto his forehead. “I tell you what, when this guy finally gets here and sorts out the locks, why don’t me and you go off and stay in a swanky hotel for a few nights, get away huh? My treat.”
Billy shook his head slowly, “It makes me uneasy as hell knowing that someone out there came into my house and went through my things and it’s even worse knowing that they deliberately stole the spare set of keys so they could let themselves back in any time they wanted.” He sighed into Dom’s shoulder, “Home just doesn’t feel safe anymore but I don’t want to leave, not yet, I want to stay and make sure things are ok first.”
“Ok baby,” murmured Dom, “whatever you want. C’mon, why don’t we wait for the locksmith in bed?”
The doorbell rang. “Or not,” said Billy, smiling slightly for the first time that day, “kind of ironic don’t you think?”
“Locksmiths are like buses,” joked Dom, “you wait and wait and wait and then just when you’ve made up your mind to go round the back of the shelter for some quick hanky panky to pass the time…”
“The bloody bus turns up,” finished Billy leaning in and snatched a quick kiss, running his tongue tenderly along Dom’s lips before breaking away and yelling “I’m bloody coming!” when the doorbell rang again.
Dom reached out and grabbed Billy’s waist, pulling him back and whispering filthily “You will be, just you wait until I get you alone again, im gonna do things to you that you’ve only dreamed about.” He let him go, smirking, pleased to see that Billy was blushing as he went out to answer the door.
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“The bloody bus turns up,” finished Billy
That made me laugh lol
Me likes. More please *puts out hands*
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*is curious*
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It's just that I keep discovering all these writers that I never knew existed and then I HAVE to see all their other stories! :D
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*will finish her own story first though*
Sorry! My motivation is terrible and I promised to finish it before my exams start!...that's tomorrow!