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Pretend
Billy and Dom
PG

Written for __sarah's Monaboyd fic-a-thon. My three words were: gummi-bears, sunglasses, and eyeliner.



He makes tea and sets it on the counter, knowing Billy will go for it as soon as he wakes up.

Billy appears in the doorway then, flannel pajama bottoms so long they cover his feet as he shuffles onto the kitchen tile.

Dom watches him from where he’s perched on the counter, and smiles to himself. Billy may be able to get up early, but he sure as hell isn’t human until he’s had his caffeine.

After the first sip, Billy is capable of speech. “What’re you eatin’?”

“Breakfast of champions.” Dom pops another squishy candy in his mouth. “Gummi-bears.”

Billy scoffs and takes another sip of his tea. “Why’re you up so early anyway?”

Dom hops off the counter. “Never went to sleep. Playstation’s addictive, Bill. I may need to attend group meetings.”

He leans over to throw the, now empty, candy wrapper into the bin.

He stands next to Billy, their hips brushing, and begins to wash the dishes from the previous night.

Billy watches Dom carefully. He finishes his tea and sets the empty mug in the sink. “Are we doing anything today?”

Billy asks a lot of questions in the morning.

“Surfing.”

“Yeah.”

Dom begins humming to himself as Billy shuffles out of the kitchen.

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Billy lay back. He can feel the sand sticking to his wet shoulders, but he doesn't care. He catches his breath and feels Dom flop down next to him.

The sun glints in his eyes and he pulls the sunglasses that are perched on top of his head, back down to block it out.

Dom sighs and Billy smiles. “Winded, Dommie?”

“Hardly. I’m not nearly as ancient as you, old man.”

Billy reaches over and pokes Dom in the side. “Respect your elders.”

Dom catches his hand before he can move it away. He tugs, and pulls Billy closer.

Billy feels the wet spikes of Dom’s hair tickle his chin, as strong arms wrap around his waist.

“S’like New Zealand, isn’t it Bills?” Dom murmurs from somewhere on his chest.

“Nothing’s like New Zealand.” He answers patiently.

“It could be. For us. Bit of surf and a house on the beach.”

Billy rubs lightly at the back of Dom’s neck. “Ohh, my Dommie…”

“Pretend.” Dom whispers anxiously, squeezing Billy tighter. “Pretend we’re back there. Things were simpler. We need to be up early. We’ve got feet tomorrow.”

Billy kissed the top of Dom’s head and decides to humor him. “Maybe we’ll be able to talk Pete out of it.”
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Dom went for the shower first, while Billy put the surfboards in the garage.

“Damn you, Monaghan!” He hears Billy shout from the living room as Dom washes the sand and salt from his body.

He stands staring at his reflection in the mirror, long after his shower is finished.

He opens the medicine cabinet door, cursing when an odd assortment of hair products and eye-liner pencils fall into the sink.

The door opens a crack, and Billy sticks his nose in. “What’re you doing in here? Some of us have sand in...rather uncomfortable areas...and we’d like to remedy that.”

Dom shuts the medicine cabinet quickly and Billy steps all the way into the bathroom. “You okay?”

Dom places both hands on the sink and hunches his shoulders. “I’m sorry for saying what I said. On the beach. I might be having a nervous break down.”

“I wish we could still be there, too.” Billy places his hand on Dom’s back. “But I’m here with you now. Does that count for something?”

The hand on his back is firm and confident. Billy’s voice is low and right beside his ear.

Dom looks up into the mirror again and catches Billy’s gaze. “More than you’ll ever know.”
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