The Sweater That Kidnapped Dominic

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Title: Sweater Struggle

Author: Lilly White lillywhite1

Pairing: Billy & Dom

Rating: totally G with one curse, ‘tis just a bit of fluff

Summary: The sweater kidnapped Dominic. Just a short fic.

Disclaimer: I feed it to you, you lap it up, doesn’t mean it’s true.

A/N: Feed back appreciated! And wonderfully beta-ed by hmcgirl

Billy sat on the couch sipping tea from one of his favorite mugs and reading an article about Elijah in some silly little girl mag. He knew it would be pointless and boring when he picked up the magazine, but he was still disappointed at the brevity.

The article contained nothing pertinent. It was rare that the screaming fan-girls had anything of merit to say in their pathetic excuses for articles. Just another attempt to get someone to buy the magazine. But Billy had made the promise to himself to keep up on his friends’ projects. ‘Lijah was going to work with Jim Carrey. Bill knew he was excited about that. Probably did his little nutter Yankee dance in his apartment when he found out.

But Billy’s thoughts were pulled out of his reverie when he heard strange grunting noises coming from the hallway.

Billy put down the mug carefully and rounded the corner to see what was making that noise. No doubt it was Dom, but ‘why’ was the question burning in Billy’s mind. He was in no way expecting what he soon saw.

Billy had happened upon Dom in a rather awkward position. He looked like he was trying to put a sweater on over his head, but the headphones of his discman had caught on the bottom seam. Halfway through the sweater Dom was back-peddling to stop from snapping his precious ‘phones when his sunglasses, perched on his head, had decided to enter the game and were caught on the collar and firmly tangled in Dom’s hair.

Dom was caught red-faced and obviously exasperated. A thin line of sweat was on his barely visible forehead and he was quietly cursing a blue streak. It didn’t help any when Billy began to laugh so hard he couldn’t stand straight.

"GAH!!!!" One of Dom’s grey eyes peeked out from the sweater and his lips made dents in the fabric as he said a muffled, "Fuck you."

This did nothing but knock Billy to the floor with laughter. After a stony silence from Dom, Billy collected himself and tried as best he could to untangle the headphones that were looped through the loose threads of fabric.

Finally released at one end, Dom pushed through the other side, and entrenched his sunglasses in his left nostril. Billy howled again. Dom, now free, could rant.

"You little wanker. I half thought you were going to leave me like that barking on the floor as you were."

"Sorry, Dommie. You were just, well... oh hell, you should’a seen yourself. If I had a nickel for every time I’ve wanted a camera for moments like that I–"

"Wouldn’t need to live in L.A." Dom smiled and kissed Billy once. "I’m off for a quick jog. Bye, Love."

Billy smiled and giggled, "Bye, sweetie-kins." And stood at the door humorously waving like a 50's housewife and beaming.