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Title: Monaboyd
Author: pippinsalanna
Pairing: What else? (see title)
Rating: PG? Eensy bit of language
Summary: Billy finds our lovely Monaboyd community. Sees requests for a slashing. Fluffiness ensues
Disclaimer: If I owned Mr. Billy Boyd and/or Mr. Dominic Monaghan, I would be doing something other then writing. Them, for example. And everything of this story was made up. Except for what wasn't, like lil facts about our beautiful boys, right?
Feedback: I'll glomp you for it *wink*
*Note* I'll glomp anyone who can name a story Billy mentions in his comments


"No way…"

"Way to what, Bills?"

Next thing, the man at the computer was slumped over the keyboard, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

"You wouldn't believe what I just found, Dommie! It's a site dedicated to us."

Dominic Monaghan was lying down, one leg draped over the back of the couch and the other propped up on the armrest. He lazily turned his head toward Billy Boyd, who was at the computer, and prompted, "And…?"
Everyone knew that when it came to fans, Dom's vanity was second only to Orlando's swollen head.

"No, not just a fan site, but a sit dedicated to us. You know, together."

Dom's eyebrows rose and he commented only, "Hm."

For some reason, Dominic pretended to be more interested by flipping through the channels. Time after time he saw go by Martha Stewart, then Trading Spaces, then some news channel, then the weather, then the public station, and back to Martha. Half of him listened to Billy's comments like, "Didn't know I could do that," or, "Bloody 'ell, Lij's practically raping me!"
The corner of Dommie's mouth turned up, but his eyes were fixed on the telly. When Billy had called up his best friend to help him move into his new flat outside of Glasgow, Dom had wasted no time in booking a ticket on the first flight out.

"Lucky bastard, got Amy Lee in love wiv 'im."

As soon as Dom had carried the basic furniture in, Billy dragged him out to help buy a computer "to catch up with everyone's careers and the fans and such." He'd barely left the computer since.

"Two dead blokes on an island, what fun."

Bemusedly, Dom thought, "No one quite like my Bill." He knew it was true. Now that everything with Lord of the Rings as over, he knew he would miss having his best friend with him all the time in LA.

"Strip show…for a goldfish."

Dominic knew he'd be able to hang out with Elijah and Orlando, but they just weren't William Boyd. Neither of them made their grandmother's cream-of-mushroom soup for when he had a hangover. For that matter, neither danced jigs and spoke very fast Celtic when drunk.

"Lij and Orli. Hm."

Dom was now going slower through the channels. Slow enough, at least, to laugh at Martha Stewart and think, "Haha…She'll be in jail soon." Slow enough to say, "Rain sucks…wind sucks…you know what? You suck weather man." Slow enough to look at Trading Spaces and pity the person whose house was slowly being destroyed.
Suddenly, Dom noticed a eerie silence. He had gotten so used to the commenting that he missed it when it stopped. He looked over to see Billy inanimately staring at something on the computer screen. "What's up, Bills?"
He swung his legs onto the floor and walked over to look over Billy's shoulder and he, too, stopped. On the screen were the words "This picture needs to be slashed!" And underneath was a picture.
Dom was captivated. There were the two of them, eyes half-open, their faces oh so close. He focused on the small, perfect mouth that breath escaped to mingle with his own. He noticed his mate's nose, so petite that it could fit so…fittingly with his own. And skin so delicate, and hair so blown about and soft.

"Billy?" he whispered, eyes still fixed on that perfect being on the computer in front of him.

"Think we ever finished that, Dommie?" he asked low and huskily. "We always could now." Dom's breath and heartbeat stopped as he pulled him to his feet and Bills leaned to him. The hot breath he had almost seen twine with his was now completely one with his. Soon, Dom felt Bill's heart pulse in through his lips and Dominic's heart started again, beating a tattoo onto the chest aligned so naturally with his.
Eyes shut, they broke away, reluctantly, and Dom looked down to see Billy's hands resting on his hips. Both men turned to the computer and the older one said quietly, as if anything above a whisper would break the moment, "I believe that to slash is to write of two males together."

Dom laughed softy and replied, "It appears that it has been slashed now," and curled his hands behind Billy's neck.
They moved forward to kiss again and Dom heard Billy whisper, "Monaboyd…"

"Wha was that, Billeh?"

"Oh, nothing, love