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shellies.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Nov. 26th, 2003 07:59 pm)Title: Impulse (part eight)
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: This chapter R.
Summary: AU taking place at Stanford University. *Warning: this chapter contains homophobia and some words I hate.*
Archive: Little Things only, please.
Disclaimer: When Billy Boyd was 30, he was in New Zealand. So, clearly, I made this up.
Notes: The fraternity is fictional. I picked a Greek letter randomly. Many, many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aelane for the beta!
Takes place several months after Part Seven.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
It had been several years since Billy had done any himself, but he wasn’t so far separated that he didn’t recognize the smell of it. Marijuana. In the house, dammit. He closed his book with a frustrated sigh. Sometimes being the house monitor really sucked. As he stood, he looked at Dominic, lying asleep on his bed and drooling onto his political science book, and smiled. And, sometimes, it didn’t suck.
He crept out of his room, quietly closing the door behind him, and followed his nose toward the pot-smoking culprit. It was four o’clock on a Wednesday for Christ’s sake – who was smoking now?
He paused in front of a door at the end of the hall. Corey, he should have known. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d have to bust him for pot. He knocked on the door once as warning before walking in.
Corey, one of the upperclassmen who lived in the house, was seated on the floor in front of his bed, a brightly colored bong propped between his legs. To his left sat Luke, another upperclassmen, and to his left was Elijah.
Elijah, upon seeing Billy, jumped up off the floor and looked at Billy with big, guilty blue eyes. Luke and Corey sat there calmly.
Billy cleared his throat. “Corey?”
Corey looked up as though he hadn’t noticed Billy, which was possible considering how glazed over his eyes were, and smiled a lazy smile. “Mmm?”
Billy frowned. “Corey, you know I don’t care what you do when you’re not at the house, but when you are, you know you can’t smoke. Put it away, now. I don’t want to write you up again.”
Corey didn’t put it away, though. Or apologize, or even have the decency to look guilty. No, he snorted.
“Would it make it okay if we were smoking with your boyfriend? He’s allowed to do anything, right? I mean, he’s at least allowed to screw the house monitor.”
And Billy’s heart stopped. Just briefly, but enough of a falter for the others to notice. So, when he said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” there were only more snorts of disbelief.
Elijah stood there, frozen.
“You’re boyfriend? Dominic? We all know, Billy. I mean, we’ve all known forever that Dom’s a fucking fag, but you, too? Wow, man, cheap shot, moving in with a bunch of younger guys. A little pathetic, isn’t it?”
Billy took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. His hands were shaking – damn, his hands always shook when he was upset, and he needed control. He clenched his hands into fists at his side. “Corey, I don’t think that has anything to do with your smoking pot in the house. So how about you put it away?”
“How about you fuck off?” This time it was Luke who, unlike Corey, didn’t look calm at all. No, he looked angry.
Billy spoke through clenched teeth. “Look, I don’t want any trouble. Just put it away and don’t fucking do it again. You’re all getting written up for this.” For the first time, he looked at Elijah, who was still completely frozen in inaction. He looked back at Billy, eyes impossibly wide and his face even paler than normal.
“Billy…”
“Shut up, Elijah.” And with that, Billy turned and stormed out of the room. When he slammed the door shut behind him, he ran. He ran down the hall and around the corner until he was alone in the hall. He leaned against the wall and just breathed. His whole body was shaking. What the fuck was he going to do now?
“Billy!”
Elijah’s voice was like a gunshot. Billy jumped – God, he was the last fucking person Billy wanted to see, well, ever again. He didn’t respond, just looked at Elijah as he jogged up to him.
“Billy, oh my fucking god, I am so sorry, I –“
“I really don’t care how bloody sorry you are, Elijah, just get the fuck away from me right now.”
“Billy–“
But Billy was already walking toward his bedroom, where Dom was waiting for him.
Dom’s arms. That’s all Billy could think of as he held him, how fucking wonderful Dom’s arms felt around him. He lifted his head from Dom’s shoulder, wiping his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was fucking crying, but those little pricks – Billy hadn’t been this angry, or terrified, in a long time.
“Dom, what are we going to do?”
Dom looked up and, to Billy’s disappointment, stopped doing that lovely back-rubbing thing he’d been doing for the last twenty-or-so minutes. “Billy, we can sort this out. I’ve never really liked Corey, but maybe if I talk to him—“
“Dom, did you not see this?” Billy waved around a paper that had been stuck to his door about an hour after the incident in Corey’s room. It read, ‘Don’t think I’m not going to the dean, faggot.’
“Fucking chicken, can’t even tell you like a man,” Dom growled upon seeing the paper again. “Fuck him, Billy, he’s on drugs eighty percent of the time, the Board of Trustees can’t overlook that.”
“Can’t they? They always have, Dom. His father gives a lot of money to the Sigmas, you’re the one who told me that, remember?” Billy sniffled and buried his head back into Dom’s shoulder.
“Shhh,” soothed Dom.
“I’m going to lose my fucking job, Dom,” Billy mumbled against Dom’s shirtsleeve. “I’m going to have to leave, and—“
Billy was cut off by the telephone. “Don’t answer it,” Dom said, but Billy shook his head and rose to pick it up.
“Hello?”
It was Mr. Anderson, the lawyer. His old boss and, Christ, the Sigma alum who had gotten him this job in the first place. He and Billy hadn’t spoken in months – this couldn’t be good.
He told Billy that Corey had gone to his father, who had promptly gone to the Dean. The Board of Trustees was going to meet the following morning and then Billy was to see them for a hearing.
“A hearing?” Billy was appalled. “What am I on trial for, being gay?”
“No, Billy, but you’ve broken the rules.” Mr. Anderson sighed. “My guess is that they’ll quietly sweep this under the rug and ask you to leave.” He paused. “I am sorry, Bill.”
When Billy hung up, he was shaking again.
Dom stayed in Billy’s room that night, the whole night through for the first time since their holiday break. They both figured there wasn’t any reason to pretend at this point.
The whole house knew. Word spread fast and, while most didn’t seem to care one way or the other, a few reacted like Corey. It made Billy sick to his stomach.
Even Dom seemed shattered. After the call from Mr. Anderson, and another from a board member asking Billy to the hearing tomorrow, Dom’s ‘it’ll work itself out’ seemed a bit ridiculous.
They went to bed early, bodies curled around each other, each holding on more tightly than necessary.
“You can deny it, Billy. Make something up, I’ll quit the frat,” Dom whispered. “Tell them I wanted you, but you’re not gay.”
Billy moved to face Dom, surprised. “Absolutely not! Dom, I’m not going to lie. I wouldn’t disrespect you – us – like that.”
Dom looked at him, eyes big and wet, shining. “I love you, Bill.”
Billy kissed him, a soft kiss that quickly turned to something deeper. They kissed as though they weren’t sure how many they had left. A sudden, irrational urgency took over Billy and he broke the kiss.
“Dom, I want you,” he whispered, and ground his hips into Dom’s. He could feel Dom, hot against him, and Dom whispered back, “I want you, too.”
“No,” Billy shook his head. “I want you, inside me. Please.”
Dom stopped his slow grind to meet his eyes. “Billy?”
Billy knew Dom would protest. They rarely did it that way, only a few times in all their months together. Each preferred it the other way and, honestly, it always hurt Billy more than each was comfortable with.
“I’ll hurt you.”
“I want to feel it,” Billy whispered, as he kissed up and down Dom’s jaw. “I want to still feel it tomorrow when I am sitting at that fucking hearing, I want to still feel you inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
“When I feel it, it’ll remind me why I am there, Dom.”
Dom didn’t say anything more, he just grabbed Billy’s chin and kissed him, hard. Clothes were quickly shed and, sooner than Billy expected, Dom was slicking up his fingers and sliding one inside him.
They both moved with a quiet desperation, too wrapped up in the feel of each other for soft-spoken words. Dom’s fingers moved slowly, agonizingly slowly, in and out of Billy until he was thrashing on the bed, head moving from side to side on the pillow, lip bit in anticipation.
When Dom slid inside, it hurt, burned. But it was what Billy wanted, and he knew tomorrow he’d remember exactly how it felt. Billy was full, so full, and he could barely breathe as Dom’s hand encircled him and began to stroke.
As they came, they were each keening, wailing, not giving one bloody fuck how loud they were being. Let the whole house hear them. Maybe they’d remember tomorrow, too.
End Part Eight.
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: This chapter R.
Summary: AU taking place at Stanford University. *Warning: this chapter contains homophobia and some words I hate.*
Archive: Little Things only, please.
Disclaimer: When Billy Boyd was 30, he was in New Zealand. So, clearly, I made this up.
Notes: The fraternity is fictional. I picked a Greek letter randomly. Many, many thanks to
aelane for the beta! Takes place several months after Part Seven.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Impulse (part eight)
It had been several years since Billy had done any himself, but he wasn’t so far separated that he didn’t recognize the smell of it. Marijuana. In the house, dammit. He closed his book with a frustrated sigh. Sometimes being the house monitor really sucked. As he stood, he looked at Dominic, lying asleep on his bed and drooling onto his political science book, and smiled. And, sometimes, it didn’t suck.
He crept out of his room, quietly closing the door behind him, and followed his nose toward the pot-smoking culprit. It was four o’clock on a Wednesday for Christ’s sake – who was smoking now?
He paused in front of a door at the end of the hall. Corey, he should have known. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d have to bust him for pot. He knocked on the door once as warning before walking in.
Corey, one of the upperclassmen who lived in the house, was seated on the floor in front of his bed, a brightly colored bong propped between his legs. To his left sat Luke, another upperclassmen, and to his left was Elijah.
Elijah, upon seeing Billy, jumped up off the floor and looked at Billy with big, guilty blue eyes. Luke and Corey sat there calmly.
Billy cleared his throat. “Corey?”
Corey looked up as though he hadn’t noticed Billy, which was possible considering how glazed over his eyes were, and smiled a lazy smile. “Mmm?”
Billy frowned. “Corey, you know I don’t care what you do when you’re not at the house, but when you are, you know you can’t smoke. Put it away, now. I don’t want to write you up again.”
Corey didn’t put it away, though. Or apologize, or even have the decency to look guilty. No, he snorted.
“Would it make it okay if we were smoking with your boyfriend? He’s allowed to do anything, right? I mean, he’s at least allowed to screw the house monitor.”
And Billy’s heart stopped. Just briefly, but enough of a falter for the others to notice. So, when he said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” there were only more snorts of disbelief.
Elijah stood there, frozen.
“You’re boyfriend? Dominic? We all know, Billy. I mean, we’ve all known forever that Dom’s a fucking fag, but you, too? Wow, man, cheap shot, moving in with a bunch of younger guys. A little pathetic, isn’t it?”
Billy took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. His hands were shaking – damn, his hands always shook when he was upset, and he needed control. He clenched his hands into fists at his side. “Corey, I don’t think that has anything to do with your smoking pot in the house. So how about you put it away?”
“How about you fuck off?” This time it was Luke who, unlike Corey, didn’t look calm at all. No, he looked angry.
Billy spoke through clenched teeth. “Look, I don’t want any trouble. Just put it away and don’t fucking do it again. You’re all getting written up for this.” For the first time, he looked at Elijah, who was still completely frozen in inaction. He looked back at Billy, eyes impossibly wide and his face even paler than normal.
“Billy…”
“Shut up, Elijah.” And with that, Billy turned and stormed out of the room. When he slammed the door shut behind him, he ran. He ran down the hall and around the corner until he was alone in the hall. He leaned against the wall and just breathed. His whole body was shaking. What the fuck was he going to do now?
“Billy!”
Elijah’s voice was like a gunshot. Billy jumped – God, he was the last fucking person Billy wanted to see, well, ever again. He didn’t respond, just looked at Elijah as he jogged up to him.
“Billy, oh my fucking god, I am so sorry, I –“
“I really don’t care how bloody sorry you are, Elijah, just get the fuck away from me right now.”
“Billy–“
But Billy was already walking toward his bedroom, where Dom was waiting for him.
Dom’s arms. That’s all Billy could think of as he held him, how fucking wonderful Dom’s arms felt around him. He lifted his head from Dom’s shoulder, wiping his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was fucking crying, but those little pricks – Billy hadn’t been this angry, or terrified, in a long time.
“Dom, what are we going to do?”
Dom looked up and, to Billy’s disappointment, stopped doing that lovely back-rubbing thing he’d been doing for the last twenty-or-so minutes. “Billy, we can sort this out. I’ve never really liked Corey, but maybe if I talk to him—“
“Dom, did you not see this?” Billy waved around a paper that had been stuck to his door about an hour after the incident in Corey’s room. It read, ‘Don’t think I’m not going to the dean, faggot.’
“Fucking chicken, can’t even tell you like a man,” Dom growled upon seeing the paper again. “Fuck him, Billy, he’s on drugs eighty percent of the time, the Board of Trustees can’t overlook that.”
“Can’t they? They always have, Dom. His father gives a lot of money to the Sigmas, you’re the one who told me that, remember?” Billy sniffled and buried his head back into Dom’s shoulder.
“Shhh,” soothed Dom.
“I’m going to lose my fucking job, Dom,” Billy mumbled against Dom’s shirtsleeve. “I’m going to have to leave, and—“
Billy was cut off by the telephone. “Don’t answer it,” Dom said, but Billy shook his head and rose to pick it up.
“Hello?”
It was Mr. Anderson, the lawyer. His old boss and, Christ, the Sigma alum who had gotten him this job in the first place. He and Billy hadn’t spoken in months – this couldn’t be good.
He told Billy that Corey had gone to his father, who had promptly gone to the Dean. The Board of Trustees was going to meet the following morning and then Billy was to see them for a hearing.
“A hearing?” Billy was appalled. “What am I on trial for, being gay?”
“No, Billy, but you’ve broken the rules.” Mr. Anderson sighed. “My guess is that they’ll quietly sweep this under the rug and ask you to leave.” He paused. “I am sorry, Bill.”
When Billy hung up, he was shaking again.
Dom stayed in Billy’s room that night, the whole night through for the first time since their holiday break. They both figured there wasn’t any reason to pretend at this point.
The whole house knew. Word spread fast and, while most didn’t seem to care one way or the other, a few reacted like Corey. It made Billy sick to his stomach.
Even Dom seemed shattered. After the call from Mr. Anderson, and another from a board member asking Billy to the hearing tomorrow, Dom’s ‘it’ll work itself out’ seemed a bit ridiculous.
They went to bed early, bodies curled around each other, each holding on more tightly than necessary.
“You can deny it, Billy. Make something up, I’ll quit the frat,” Dom whispered. “Tell them I wanted you, but you’re not gay.”
Billy moved to face Dom, surprised. “Absolutely not! Dom, I’m not going to lie. I wouldn’t disrespect you – us – like that.”
Dom looked at him, eyes big and wet, shining. “I love you, Bill.”
Billy kissed him, a soft kiss that quickly turned to something deeper. They kissed as though they weren’t sure how many they had left. A sudden, irrational urgency took over Billy and he broke the kiss.
“Dom, I want you,” he whispered, and ground his hips into Dom’s. He could feel Dom, hot against him, and Dom whispered back, “I want you, too.”
“No,” Billy shook his head. “I want you, inside me. Please.”
Dom stopped his slow grind to meet his eyes. “Billy?”
Billy knew Dom would protest. They rarely did it that way, only a few times in all their months together. Each preferred it the other way and, honestly, it always hurt Billy more than each was comfortable with.
“I’ll hurt you.”
“I want to feel it,” Billy whispered, as he kissed up and down Dom’s jaw. “I want to still feel it tomorrow when I am sitting at that fucking hearing, I want to still feel you inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
“When I feel it, it’ll remind me why I am there, Dom.”
Dom didn’t say anything more, he just grabbed Billy’s chin and kissed him, hard. Clothes were quickly shed and, sooner than Billy expected, Dom was slicking up his fingers and sliding one inside him.
They both moved with a quiet desperation, too wrapped up in the feel of each other for soft-spoken words. Dom’s fingers moved slowly, agonizingly slowly, in and out of Billy until he was thrashing on the bed, head moving from side to side on the pillow, lip bit in anticipation.
When Dom slid inside, it hurt, burned. But it was what Billy wanted, and he knew tomorrow he’d remember exactly how it felt. Billy was full, so full, and he could barely breathe as Dom’s hand encircled him and began to stroke.
As they came, they were each keening, wailing, not giving one bloody fuck how loud they were being. Let the whole house hear them. Maybe they’d remember tomorrow, too.
End Part Eight.
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