(![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
shellies.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
monaboyd Sep. 27th, 2003 11:52 am)
shellies.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Sep. 27th, 2003 11:52 am)Title: Impulse (part two)
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: This chapter R. Series will vary up to NC-17.
Summary: AU taking place at Stanford University.
Archive: Little Things
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 a few weeks after part one.
The last two weeks had been a blur of activity. Billy hadn’t had any idea that Fraternity Rush Week was so involved. He had spent nearly every minute since ‘his boys’ arrived overseeing meetings, attending them or holding his own. Not to mention starting his own coursework—and boy, did he curse whatever had possessed him to take Cognitive Neuroscience.
Overall, though, he was enjoying his new job. All of the young men living in the Sigma house seemed to be nice enough. There were sixteen altogether, most of them upperclassmen. A few ‘rushees’ would be moving in once they were selected.
Billy sat at his desk, relieved to have a few hours to himself. He already had a paper due on personality disorders, and he was finally going to get a chance to start it.
Just as he opened his book, there was a knock at his door. “Come in,” he called.
“Hey, Billy.” Dominic Monaghan stood in his doorway, leaning casually against the frame and looking way too hot for his own damn good. How was Billy supposed to get his paper started now? He knew the image of Dom, his low-rise jeans showing off his hipbones, leading down to his bare feet, would haunt him for at least a few hours. Billy could see a tattoo peeking out from a jean cuff.
Billy had been trying to keep some distance between himself and this particular Sigma. Not because he didn’t like him—no, Dom was by far Billy’s favorite in the house. In the small amount of time they had spent together, Billy had become quite smitten with him. Dom could make him laugh until he cried. He could talk for hours on end about literature and philosophy. He could make Billy hard just by smiling at him with that crooked grin. This was where the avoidance came in.
Billy sighed to himself. “What’s up, Dom?”
“Me and some of the guys are going out for drinks tonight, wanted to know if you’d like to come?”
“Oh.” Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes! “Er, I really shouldn’t, Dom, but thanks.” He motioned toward his stack of books and messy pile of papers.
“Billy, it’s Friday. You have all weekend to be a book nerd,” Dom said, but his words were softened by his smile. “C’mon, you need a break, don’t you?”
“I…” Billy faltered.
“I’ll buy you a driiiiiink,” Dom sing-songed. His mouth was puffed out in a pout and Billy wanted to lick it off. Not that he thought about licking Dom ever, nope, because that…well, that would be unprofessional, and Billy was a professional here.
So professional, in fact, that he was going to say no. “Sure, I’d like that,” Billy said. Wait, huh? That wasn’t a ‘no’ at all. Shite.
Three hours later, Billy was sitting at a booth in a smoke-filled bar packed with college students. He felt…old. And silly. Surely Dom had some sort of motive for asking him to come. He probably was just trying to get on Billy’s good side so that he’d let him break some of the rules. That must be it. Billy looked around, wondering for the third time where Dom had gone.
“Hey, sorry!” Dom came up to the table, his hands full of cups and a pitcher of beer. “The bar’s packed!”
“S’alright,” Billy smiled and took a cup, looking closely at the beer.
“Guinness,” he said. “Figured you wouldn’t want any Yank piss.”
Billy laughed. “So, who else is coming?”
Dom hesitated for a minute before answering. “Actually, it’s just us.” He looked uncomfortable. “I, uh, hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t mind.”
Dom’s face positively lit up with a smile. “Great!”
Hours passed and Billy started to relax. It wasn’t just the drink—being with Dom, when he didn’t think about being with Dom, was comfortable. He learned a lot about him. He was a senior, which he had known, and was planning on law school the following year. He was what the frat guys called ‘legacy.’ This meant that he was one in a long line of Sigmas.
“You know, my father’s father’s father’s father blah blah blah,” Dom had said, causing Billy to erupt into laughter.
The bar Dom had taken him to was called Lucky. All over the tables were little matchbooks that said ‘Get Lucky’ on them. Billy absently picked one up and noticed that they had lines on them. “What’re these lines for?”
“Phone numbers.” Dom made a cheeky face. “Guess I won’t have to get yours, eh?”
Billy laughed nervously. Was Dom flirting with him? That question was quickly answered when he felt a hand on his thigh that was most definitely not attached to his own arm. He wasn’t quite sure what to do about that, so he did nothing.
The hand stayed there until they left the bar.
By the time they got back to the house, stumbling drunkenly up the stairs laughing, Billy was wondering if he had just had his first date in… well, a long time. Stopping in front of his door, he turned to Dom and started to speak. “Dom, I—“
He was cut off by lips, warm lips tasting of Guinness and smoke. Billy didn’t have time to think, and instinct took over. Their mouths moved together, opened, and allowed room for curious tongues to explore. They staggered into Billy’s room and landed on the bed.
“Dom—“ Billy tried again, but this time was cut off by his own moan as Dom concurrently lowered Billy onto his back and slid a hand between his thighs. Oh. Oh.
Dom’s tongue was lapping at Billy’s collarbone, his free hand moving Billy’s shirt aside for more access. His tongue and hand moved in tandem, caressing, and the sensations were beginning to overwhelm. His mind was just reaching for the off-switch when Dom’s fingers undid the buttons on his jeans and all at once, Billy’s sense of responsibility came back into action.
“Dom. Dom, no!”
Billy sat up. He looked at Dom, whose lips were wet and dark in the soft light shining into the bedroom window. His chest moved up and down in rapid breath and his erection jutted urgently against his khakis.
It was the hottest thing Billy had seen in his thirty years. And that was including every time he had watched his neighbor, Janine, shower when he was eleven—even the time when she had masturbated.
“Billy, what…?”
“We can’t do this Dom. We—we just can’t, ok? I’m sorry.”
“But I thought...?” Dom’s voice was soft, and cracked on the ‘thought.’ It nearly broke Billy, but he had to stay firm. He had it good here. Now was definitely not the time to fuck it all up, all he had worked toward. Dom cleared his throat. “I thought you wanted me, too.”
Billy shook his head, as if trying to shake the indecision away. No. “No, Dom.”
Dom stood up. “Alright.”
And he walked out the door, closing it behind him.
End Part Two.
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: This chapter R. Series will vary up to NC-17.
Summary: AU taking place at Stanford University.
Archive: Little Things
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 a few weeks after part one.
Impulse (part two)
The last two weeks had been a blur of activity. Billy hadn’t had any idea that Fraternity Rush Week was so involved. He had spent nearly every minute since ‘his boys’ arrived overseeing meetings, attending them or holding his own. Not to mention starting his own coursework—and boy, did he curse whatever had possessed him to take Cognitive Neuroscience.
Overall, though, he was enjoying his new job. All of the young men living in the Sigma house seemed to be nice enough. There were sixteen altogether, most of them upperclassmen. A few ‘rushees’ would be moving in once they were selected.
Billy sat at his desk, relieved to have a few hours to himself. He already had a paper due on personality disorders, and he was finally going to get a chance to start it.
Just as he opened his book, there was a knock at his door. “Come in,” he called.
“Hey, Billy.” Dominic Monaghan stood in his doorway, leaning casually against the frame and looking way too hot for his own damn good. How was Billy supposed to get his paper started now? He knew the image of Dom, his low-rise jeans showing off his hipbones, leading down to his bare feet, would haunt him for at least a few hours. Billy could see a tattoo peeking out from a jean cuff.
Billy had been trying to keep some distance between himself and this particular Sigma. Not because he didn’t like him—no, Dom was by far Billy’s favorite in the house. In the small amount of time they had spent together, Billy had become quite smitten with him. Dom could make him laugh until he cried. He could talk for hours on end about literature and philosophy. He could make Billy hard just by smiling at him with that crooked grin. This was where the avoidance came in.
Billy sighed to himself. “What’s up, Dom?”
“Me and some of the guys are going out for drinks tonight, wanted to know if you’d like to come?”
“Oh.” Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes! “Er, I really shouldn’t, Dom, but thanks.” He motioned toward his stack of books and messy pile of papers.
“Billy, it’s Friday. You have all weekend to be a book nerd,” Dom said, but his words were softened by his smile. “C’mon, you need a break, don’t you?”
“I…” Billy faltered.
“I’ll buy you a driiiiiink,” Dom sing-songed. His mouth was puffed out in a pout and Billy wanted to lick it off. Not that he thought about licking Dom ever, nope, because that…well, that would be unprofessional, and Billy was a professional here.
So professional, in fact, that he was going to say no. “Sure, I’d like that,” Billy said. Wait, huh? That wasn’t a ‘no’ at all. Shite.
Three hours later, Billy was sitting at a booth in a smoke-filled bar packed with college students. He felt…old. And silly. Surely Dom had some sort of motive for asking him to come. He probably was just trying to get on Billy’s good side so that he’d let him break some of the rules. That must be it. Billy looked around, wondering for the third time where Dom had gone.
“Hey, sorry!” Dom came up to the table, his hands full of cups and a pitcher of beer. “The bar’s packed!”
“S’alright,” Billy smiled and took a cup, looking closely at the beer.
“Guinness,” he said. “Figured you wouldn’t want any Yank piss.”
Billy laughed. “So, who else is coming?”
Dom hesitated for a minute before answering. “Actually, it’s just us.” He looked uncomfortable. “I, uh, hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t mind.”
Dom’s face positively lit up with a smile. “Great!”
Hours passed and Billy started to relax. It wasn’t just the drink—being with Dom, when he didn’t think about being with Dom, was comfortable. He learned a lot about him. He was a senior, which he had known, and was planning on law school the following year. He was what the frat guys called ‘legacy.’ This meant that he was one in a long line of Sigmas.
“You know, my father’s father’s father’s father blah blah blah,” Dom had said, causing Billy to erupt into laughter.
The bar Dom had taken him to was called Lucky. All over the tables were little matchbooks that said ‘Get Lucky’ on them. Billy absently picked one up and noticed that they had lines on them. “What’re these lines for?”
“Phone numbers.” Dom made a cheeky face. “Guess I won’t have to get yours, eh?”
Billy laughed nervously. Was Dom flirting with him? That question was quickly answered when he felt a hand on his thigh that was most definitely not attached to his own arm. He wasn’t quite sure what to do about that, so he did nothing.
The hand stayed there until they left the bar.
By the time they got back to the house, stumbling drunkenly up the stairs laughing, Billy was wondering if he had just had his first date in… well, a long time. Stopping in front of his door, he turned to Dom and started to speak. “Dom, I—“
He was cut off by lips, warm lips tasting of Guinness and smoke. Billy didn’t have time to think, and instinct took over. Their mouths moved together, opened, and allowed room for curious tongues to explore. They staggered into Billy’s room and landed on the bed.
“Dom—“ Billy tried again, but this time was cut off by his own moan as Dom concurrently lowered Billy onto his back and slid a hand between his thighs. Oh. Oh.
Dom’s tongue was lapping at Billy’s collarbone, his free hand moving Billy’s shirt aside for more access. His tongue and hand moved in tandem, caressing, and the sensations were beginning to overwhelm. His mind was just reaching for the off-switch when Dom’s fingers undid the buttons on his jeans and all at once, Billy’s sense of responsibility came back into action.
“Dom. Dom, no!”
Billy sat up. He looked at Dom, whose lips were wet and dark in the soft light shining into the bedroom window. His chest moved up and down in rapid breath and his erection jutted urgently against his khakis.
It was the hottest thing Billy had seen in his thirty years. And that was including every time he had watched his neighbor, Janine, shower when he was eleven—even the time when she had masturbated.
“Billy, what…?”
“We can’t do this Dom. We—we just can’t, ok? I’m sorry.”
“But I thought...?” Dom’s voice was soft, and cracked on the ‘thought.’ It nearly broke Billy, but he had to stay firm. He had it good here. Now was definitely not the time to fuck it all up, all he had worked toward. Dom cleared his throat. “I thought you wanted me, too.”
Billy shook his head, as if trying to shake the indecision away. No. “No, Dom.”
Dom stood up. “Alright.”
And he walked out the door, closing it behind him.
End Part Two.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject
From:
no subject