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owl-at-the-moon.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jul. 2nd, 2004 08:35 pm)TITLE: Being Meg Ryan. (1/1)
Pairing: Dom/Billy.
Rating: NC17.
Disclaimer: Lies.
Summary: Billy fakes it.
Notes: Originally posted on my journal some time ago, so please excuse me if you've seen it before. Extra special thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rynalwyn for the beta.
For Ali.
"Show me the way to go home, I'm tired and I wanna go to bed I had a little drink about an hour ago and it went right to my head……"
Our voices entwine easily. Must be all the practising we did for the hobbit drinking song. Billy's voice has got a little rumbly. It always does when he's had a drink. I like it like that, it gets too indecipherable when he's really pissed, but this is good - blurry round the edges. Just like me.
Arm in arm we wend our way across the lobby, our feet perfectly in time, but the direction a little out. Billy overcompensates in an effort to make the lift and we nearly crash into a luggage trolley. I frown at the offensive item and begin muttering about irresponsible porters but Billy steers me into the lift before my complaints grow louder.
We make it in just behind a courting couple. Courting - it's a phrase my mother always used to use and I'm ashamed to say that it's stuck in my head. Although courting seems a bit mild for what they're doing. The bloke's got his hand virtually up the back of her skirt and she's only giving a token resistance. Billy grins at me and I punch in our floor number "Which floor?" I enquire.
Billy's still wrapped around me, head lowered onto my shoulder. It's something he does rarely. He's usually inexhaustible when it comes to partying .I'm glad I persuaded him to leave early.
"Nineteenth," says the woman. Her voice is frosty. I turn my head, bemused by her tone. She's looking at us. Specifically at my arm round Billy. At the fond and affectionate smile gracing his lips. And she's disgusted. Shocked and disgusted.
All the warm buzz engendered by an evening spent with the best of friends leaches out of my body to be replaced by an anger that is fierce and implacable.
I don't know what's so bad about this. I've met my share of bigots before and I've remained happily unfazed. I think it's her age that's shocked me. Somehow you expect people of your generation to be more enlightened.
I punch in the floor number feeling stupid because it's the same one as ours. I feel the desire to punch her too.
I remember Elijah and Elijah's face the last time I saw him. Almost a week ago. Weary and heartsick, missing Orlando with the same determination with which he'd played Frodo. The girl was responsible -not directly of course - but it was the reaction of idiots like her that kept them apart.
I looked down at Billy, all oblivious against my shoulder and I balled up my fists and kept my temper.
I took some small satisfaction in barging past the two of them on the way out of the lift. With one arm round Billy I picked up some speed, anything to get away from their disapproving eyes. But Billy wasn't in the mood to be rushed. He ambled along like a hobbit collecting wild strawberries. I could hear the steps of the couple behind us, distant but dogged.
"Good to see Viggo again," he said out of the blue.
"Yeah. Must be a while since you last saw him."
"Ages," he said, and I waited patiently for what was clearly on his mind.
"You shouldn't snog him though. You're mine!" He held up one pointy finger, checked to see if it was working and prodded me in the ribs for emphasis.
How I wished that were true.
"Bills, Bills, when I signed up to this "flirting shamelessly to titillate the fan girls" business I never agreed to be mutually exclusive."
He stuck out his bottom lip, looking for all the world like a two year old in that second before a tantrum exploded. Only a two year old didn't have Billy's lips. Didn't have that plump, pouty texture that made me want to seize them between my teeth and just bite…
"Guess I'll just have to save my share for 'lij instead then."
"Look at him that way and you're golden."
He laughed clearly delighted and grazed his lips to my cheek. It was a casual and charming gesture that did not merit the overexaggerated gasp and the "Oh My God they're kissing!" from behind us.
The man's words were indistinct but the tone was aggressive. Billy stiffened against my side.
"Get me inside George before I'm sick."
Billy was trying to turn to see what was going on but for some reason I didn't want him to see and I urged him forward "Leave it Billy," I muttered trying to get us in to his room.
"Can you believe that?" exclaimed Billy as soon as we were in the door.
"I know. Fucking bitch," I said, throwing my jacket over the sofa
"So much for the enlightened twenty first century," said Billy ruefully. He'd already opened the mini bar and was digging around for the whisky or whatever passed for it in these parts.
"You know what," I said scanning the room regretfully.
"Pity there's no stereo. We could crank up the volume and really piss them off."
"It's fucking amazing how you do that. It's like you've got this trapdoor in my head."
"I am John Malkovitch," said Billy proudly.
I sighed, giving him my patented "You're drunk but I love you anyway" look.
"Nah you're the guy in his head. Whoever that was."
"Can't remember."
"Me neither. So Mr "I live in John Malkovitch's head" what am I thinking?"
Billy placed his tumbler of whisky on the side table and gave me his thoughtful look, then flexed his fingers towards me in a gesture worthy of Mystic Meg .
"Ommmmmmmmm….."
I tried to keep my expression serious but the nerve at the side of my mouth couldn't cope with the strain and was twitchy wildly. It didn't help that I was now envisioning Billy adorned with hooped earrings with a tea towel over his head peering into a crystal ball.
"You're still thinking revenge."
"I am."
Billy's fingers flexed again.
"Some prank? Hmmmm. Knock and run?"
"What am I? Eight?"
"Sometimes! Something more sophisticated then? Something tailored just to them."
"Your gonna post them gay porn?"
"Not post Billy. Play."
"They're hardly gonna watch…"
"Ahhh but they can listen."
Billy smirked.
"Where we going to get gay porn at this time of night?"
"We're not. Ever seen when Harry met Sally?"
Billy stopped smirking.
"Oh no! No fucking way!"
"Oh Yes. Oh so very yes. Yes. Yes. YES. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"
Billy widened his eyes. "Looks like you've got it under control. You won't need me."
"That's where you're wrong. You've got to do it Billy."
"What? Me? As Meg Ryan?"
"Your always saying how much better you are at throwing your voice than me."
"I am aren't I?" he said smugly "I guess I could give it a go. In the interests of character development."
"Exploring your feminine side…"
"Pissing off the bastards next door."
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Five minutes later and Billy was laying on the bed nearest to the boundary wall whilst I sat in the comfy armchair opposite.
"Dom," he said.
I was about to say "Yeah?" when I recognised the silky inflection of his voice.
"Mmmmmmm."
"They're never going to hear that Bills, you'll have to make it louder."
"I'm getting warmed up," said Billy indignantly.
"Oh ok then."
Billy stretched his arms over his head, shifted his hips to get comfy.
He groaned. There was an interval and then he groaned again. My diaphragm flatlined, my breath an audible gasping rush of air. This was Billy groaning. The object of my desire simulating sex. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't thought out the consequences of my request.
Like an urgent desire for looser trousers. Thank Christ Billy had his eyes closed. I wondered whether grabbing a cushion would be too obvious. But even with the erection hid nothing would be able to disguise the blush staining my cheeks like a neon sign announcing "Horny Dom. See below!"
"Oh," said Billy. How was it that he could turn one syllable into the sexiest sound on the planet?
"Oh," said Billy again.
And "Oh" and "Oh" again. Each "Oh" was accompanied by a jagged breath, a little higher, a little needier.
Amendment. My name was now officially the sexiest sound on the planet. My name stretching out like spun sugar over the pale pink frosting of his lips.
My fingers dug themselves divots in the soft flesh of the chair arms as I shifted awkwardly, trying to loosen the pressure in my jeans.
Billy lay resplendent across the width of the bed and ,as with any acting with which he was involved, he was giving it his all. His body betrayed that contrary mixture of languor and tension that arousal brought. His legs had fallen apart a little, forming a deep V into which I longed to crawl. One of his hands was now fisting in his own hair and I could see the veins on his wrist blue and engorged with oxygen depleted blood. I wanted my tongue to follow their fullness, to swipe across his palm onto the juncture of his neck. Billy's neck undid me at the best of times, now it was exposed his head thrown feverishly to the side. Soft skin, darkened by his flush, just begging to be bitten.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't at all fair that he should look like that, that he should look like that with my name on his lips. What was he thinking? Was he imagining a woman? Dominque perhaps? My train of thought was quickly derailed by the words exploding out of his mouth in ragged, broken cries.
"Dom….
God Dom…..
Yes……
God Yes……
There…… Just there……
Feels so fucking good."
He was good at this. Better than Meg "Queen of faked orgasms" Ryan.
"Kiss me again."
"Fuck yes!" I exclaimed. Billy's eyes shot open and I coloured like beetroot in a pickling jar. "Thought I'd make a contribution. Add some realism?" I stammered.
"Yeah," said Billy voice hoarse from it all, eyes shutting again as if giving tacit permission. "Yeah," he said again. "Make some bedroom noises."
I was struck by the worst case of stage fright ever.
"…"
"Make some noise for me baby."
"Billy!"
"Yeah, say my name."
"I can't."
His eyes opened. Gone was the hazy, slightly tipsy look and instead his eyes were intent.
"'I'm doing this for you Dom, say my name" he demanded.
".."
"Say it"
"Billeeeeeh"
His eyes closed satisfied.
"Your fingers Dom. God, your fingers. Love what they do to me. Put them on my cock."
"Billleeh."
"Ooooh yeah."
"Like that?"
"Love that."
"Again?"
"Don't stop."
"Maybe I will."
"Don't ever stop."
"Want to hear you beg."
"Dom, please."
"Oh!"
"Dom please."
"Oh god!"
"Dom please fuck me."
"Going to. Going to fuck you Billy Boyd."
"Want you to Dom Monaghan" His voice is challenging.
"Open your legs for me then."
And he does. Pulls up his knees and opens his legs. Nice and wide. The denim stretching and creasing so that the angle reveals how thick and hard he is beneath the jeans.
My heart stops. Starts up. Stops again. Lurches into a thundering crescendo that showcases the "Yes, yes, yes" that screams joyfully in my head.
I'm about to launch myself onto the bed when he makes a noise. A low almost pained groan. The kind that a man might make if someone where to open their legs further, position their cock just so and push up inside him nice and hard.
He's still faking it.
"Oh," I say again but this time it's flat.
"Dommie" he says opening his eyes his tone commanding "Don't you fucking dare stop now!"
His eyes have opened again to fix me with a look that is full of lust. Lust for me.
I manage to croak out some suitable words "So tight, Billy."
"Harder."
"Jesus."
"Dom."
Guttural groans fill the air as Billy fakes it with abandon. Every inch of him tensed as if for orgasm. I make noises myself. Ones that sound suspiciously like whimpers.
"Going to come."
"Come for me Billy" It's the oldest cliché in the book but I want it so I say it.
His voice climaxes on my name. Body falling loose back to the bed.
When I finally crawl onto the bed, it could be minutes later, or maybe hours. Time has ceased to be a concept.) and Billy welcomes me into his arms. There are no noises. Silence is our ally and she will not surrender us. All I need to know is in Billy's eyes, his face and the sweet twist of his fingers. The next time he comes with my name on his lips it will be in my home and in my bed. It's my noise now, I've claimed it.
The end.
Pairing: Dom/Billy.
Rating: NC17.
Disclaimer: Lies.
Summary: Billy fakes it.
Notes: Originally posted on my journal some time ago, so please excuse me if you've seen it before. Extra special thanks to
rynalwyn for the beta.For Ali.
"Show me the way to go home, I'm tired and I wanna go to bed I had a little drink about an hour ago and it went right to my head……"
Our voices entwine easily. Must be all the practising we did for the hobbit drinking song. Billy's voice has got a little rumbly. It always does when he's had a drink. I like it like that, it gets too indecipherable when he's really pissed, but this is good - blurry round the edges. Just like me.
Arm in arm we wend our way across the lobby, our feet perfectly in time, but the direction a little out. Billy overcompensates in an effort to make the lift and we nearly crash into a luggage trolley. I frown at the offensive item and begin muttering about irresponsible porters but Billy steers me into the lift before my complaints grow louder.
We make it in just behind a courting couple. Courting - it's a phrase my mother always used to use and I'm ashamed to say that it's stuck in my head. Although courting seems a bit mild for what they're doing. The bloke's got his hand virtually up the back of her skirt and she's only giving a token resistance. Billy grins at me and I punch in our floor number "Which floor?" I enquire.
Billy's still wrapped around me, head lowered onto my shoulder. It's something he does rarely. He's usually inexhaustible when it comes to partying .I'm glad I persuaded him to leave early.
"Nineteenth," says the woman. Her voice is frosty. I turn my head, bemused by her tone. She's looking at us. Specifically at my arm round Billy. At the fond and affectionate smile gracing his lips. And she's disgusted. Shocked and disgusted.
All the warm buzz engendered by an evening spent with the best of friends leaches out of my body to be replaced by an anger that is fierce and implacable.
I don't know what's so bad about this. I've met my share of bigots before and I've remained happily unfazed. I think it's her age that's shocked me. Somehow you expect people of your generation to be more enlightened.
I punch in the floor number feeling stupid because it's the same one as ours. I feel the desire to punch her too.
I remember Elijah and Elijah's face the last time I saw him. Almost a week ago. Weary and heartsick, missing Orlando with the same determination with which he'd played Frodo. The girl was responsible -not directly of course - but it was the reaction of idiots like her that kept them apart.
I looked down at Billy, all oblivious against my shoulder and I balled up my fists and kept my temper.
I took some small satisfaction in barging past the two of them on the way out of the lift. With one arm round Billy I picked up some speed, anything to get away from their disapproving eyes. But Billy wasn't in the mood to be rushed. He ambled along like a hobbit collecting wild strawberries. I could hear the steps of the couple behind us, distant but dogged.
"Good to see Viggo again," he said out of the blue.
"Yeah. Must be a while since you last saw him."
"Ages," he said, and I waited patiently for what was clearly on his mind.
"You shouldn't snog him though. You're mine!" He held up one pointy finger, checked to see if it was working and prodded me in the ribs for emphasis.
How I wished that were true.
"Bills, Bills, when I signed up to this "flirting shamelessly to titillate the fan girls" business I never agreed to be mutually exclusive."
He stuck out his bottom lip, looking for all the world like a two year old in that second before a tantrum exploded. Only a two year old didn't have Billy's lips. Didn't have that plump, pouty texture that made me want to seize them between my teeth and just bite…
"Guess I'll just have to save my share for 'lij instead then."
"Look at him that way and you're golden."
He laughed clearly delighted and grazed his lips to my cheek. It was a casual and charming gesture that did not merit the overexaggerated gasp and the "Oh My God they're kissing!" from behind us.
The man's words were indistinct but the tone was aggressive. Billy stiffened against my side.
"Get me inside George before I'm sick."
Billy was trying to turn to see what was going on but for some reason I didn't want him to see and I urged him forward "Leave it Billy," I muttered trying to get us in to his room.
"Can you believe that?" exclaimed Billy as soon as we were in the door.
"I know. Fucking bitch," I said, throwing my jacket over the sofa
"So much for the enlightened twenty first century," said Billy ruefully. He'd already opened the mini bar and was digging around for the whisky or whatever passed for it in these parts.
"You know what," I said scanning the room regretfully.
"Pity there's no stereo. We could crank up the volume and really piss them off."
"It's fucking amazing how you do that. It's like you've got this trapdoor in my head."
"I am John Malkovitch," said Billy proudly.
I sighed, giving him my patented "You're drunk but I love you anyway" look.
"Nah you're the guy in his head. Whoever that was."
"Can't remember."
"Me neither. So Mr "I live in John Malkovitch's head" what am I thinking?"
Billy placed his tumbler of whisky on the side table and gave me his thoughtful look, then flexed his fingers towards me in a gesture worthy of Mystic Meg .
"Ommmmmmmmm….."
I tried to keep my expression serious but the nerve at the side of my mouth couldn't cope with the strain and was twitchy wildly. It didn't help that I was now envisioning Billy adorned with hooped earrings with a tea towel over his head peering into a crystal ball.
"You're still thinking revenge."
"I am."
Billy's fingers flexed again.
"Some prank? Hmmmm. Knock and run?"
"What am I? Eight?"
"Sometimes! Something more sophisticated then? Something tailored just to them."
"Your gonna post them gay porn?"
"Not post Billy. Play."
"They're hardly gonna watch…"
"Ahhh but they can listen."
Billy smirked.
"Where we going to get gay porn at this time of night?"
"We're not. Ever seen when Harry met Sally?"
Billy stopped smirking.
"Oh no! No fucking way!"
"Oh Yes. Oh so very yes. Yes. Yes. YES. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"
Billy widened his eyes. "Looks like you've got it under control. You won't need me."
"That's where you're wrong. You've got to do it Billy."
"What? Me? As Meg Ryan?"
"Your always saying how much better you are at throwing your voice than me."
"I am aren't I?" he said smugly "I guess I could give it a go. In the interests of character development."
"Exploring your feminine side…"
"Pissing off the bastards next door."
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Five minutes later and Billy was laying on the bed nearest to the boundary wall whilst I sat in the comfy armchair opposite.
"Dom," he said.
I was about to say "Yeah?" when I recognised the silky inflection of his voice.
"Mmmmmmm."
"They're never going to hear that Bills, you'll have to make it louder."
"I'm getting warmed up," said Billy indignantly.
"Oh ok then."
Billy stretched his arms over his head, shifted his hips to get comfy.
He groaned. There was an interval and then he groaned again. My diaphragm flatlined, my breath an audible gasping rush of air. This was Billy groaning. The object of my desire simulating sex. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't thought out the consequences of my request.
Like an urgent desire for looser trousers. Thank Christ Billy had his eyes closed. I wondered whether grabbing a cushion would be too obvious. But even with the erection hid nothing would be able to disguise the blush staining my cheeks like a neon sign announcing "Horny Dom. See below!"
"Oh," said Billy. How was it that he could turn one syllable into the sexiest sound on the planet?
"Oh," said Billy again.
And "Oh" and "Oh" again. Each "Oh" was accompanied by a jagged breath, a little higher, a little needier.
Amendment. My name was now officially the sexiest sound on the planet. My name stretching out like spun sugar over the pale pink frosting of his lips.
My fingers dug themselves divots in the soft flesh of the chair arms as I shifted awkwardly, trying to loosen the pressure in my jeans.
Billy lay resplendent across the width of the bed and ,as with any acting with which he was involved, he was giving it his all. His body betrayed that contrary mixture of languor and tension that arousal brought. His legs had fallen apart a little, forming a deep V into which I longed to crawl. One of his hands was now fisting in his own hair and I could see the veins on his wrist blue and engorged with oxygen depleted blood. I wanted my tongue to follow their fullness, to swipe across his palm onto the juncture of his neck. Billy's neck undid me at the best of times, now it was exposed his head thrown feverishly to the side. Soft skin, darkened by his flush, just begging to be bitten.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't at all fair that he should look like that, that he should look like that with my name on his lips. What was he thinking? Was he imagining a woman? Dominque perhaps? My train of thought was quickly derailed by the words exploding out of his mouth in ragged, broken cries.
"Dom….
God Dom…..
Yes……
God Yes……
There…… Just there……
Feels so fucking good."
He was good at this. Better than Meg "Queen of faked orgasms" Ryan.
"Kiss me again."
"Fuck yes!" I exclaimed. Billy's eyes shot open and I coloured like beetroot in a pickling jar. "Thought I'd make a contribution. Add some realism?" I stammered.
"Yeah," said Billy voice hoarse from it all, eyes shutting again as if giving tacit permission. "Yeah," he said again. "Make some bedroom noises."
I was struck by the worst case of stage fright ever.
"…"
"Make some noise for me baby."
"Billy!"
"Yeah, say my name."
"I can't."
His eyes opened. Gone was the hazy, slightly tipsy look and instead his eyes were intent.
"'I'm doing this for you Dom, say my name" he demanded.
".."
"Say it"
"Billeeeeeh"
His eyes closed satisfied.
"Your fingers Dom. God, your fingers. Love what they do to me. Put them on my cock."
"Billleeh."
"Ooooh yeah."
"Like that?"
"Love that."
"Again?"
"Don't stop."
"Maybe I will."
"Don't ever stop."
"Want to hear you beg."
"Dom, please."
"Oh!"
"Dom please."
"Oh god!"
"Dom please fuck me."
"Going to. Going to fuck you Billy Boyd."
"Want you to Dom Monaghan" His voice is challenging.
"Open your legs for me then."
And he does. Pulls up his knees and opens his legs. Nice and wide. The denim stretching and creasing so that the angle reveals how thick and hard he is beneath the jeans.
My heart stops. Starts up. Stops again. Lurches into a thundering crescendo that showcases the "Yes, yes, yes" that screams joyfully in my head.
I'm about to launch myself onto the bed when he makes a noise. A low almost pained groan. The kind that a man might make if someone where to open their legs further, position their cock just so and push up inside him nice and hard.
He's still faking it.
"Oh," I say again but this time it's flat.
"Dommie" he says opening his eyes his tone commanding "Don't you fucking dare stop now!"
His eyes have opened again to fix me with a look that is full of lust. Lust for me.
I manage to croak out some suitable words "So tight, Billy."
"Harder."
"Jesus."
"Dom."
Guttural groans fill the air as Billy fakes it with abandon. Every inch of him tensed as if for orgasm. I make noises myself. Ones that sound suspiciously like whimpers.
"Going to come."
"Come for me Billy" It's the oldest cliché in the book but I want it so I say it.
His voice climaxes on my name. Body falling loose back to the bed.
When I finally crawl onto the bed, it could be minutes later, or maybe hours. Time has ceased to be a concept.) and Billy welcomes me into his arms. There are no noises. Silence is our ally and she will not surrender us. All I need to know is in Billy's eyes, his face and the sweet twist of his fingers. The next time he comes with my name on his lips it will be in my home and in my bed. It's my noise now, I've claimed it.
The end.
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unable to produce any other coherent thought...
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BWAAA
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*Slinks off, grinning, to imagine similar scenes happening in hotels across the country...*
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You've killed me, is what you've done. Please see my icon for my current status. And I'm glad for it, and I have you to thank.
Wonderful, wonderful story!
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Loved it.
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I love this fic - and you :)
♥ ♥ ♥
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And, I giggled at the title's mix of the two films mentioned in the story. :).
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and the last part made me awwwwwww
v. good! <3
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thats my brain.
omg please tell me you'll do the sex scene in Dom's bed.
*is willing to beg.*
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Oh, wow. That is fantastically erotic. Billy voice is my favourite thing on the planet, and I would explode if I ever heard him saying such things. I love this whole thing. Though a little more 'kicking the bigots down the stairs would have been appreciated." <3
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<3 <3 <3
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Sweet mercy, bad. very bad. wow. jesus, oh my god. *tries to cleanse mind*