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core.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jul. 2nd, 2004 06:38 pm)Author: Meeeee!
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Summary: A wee bit of fluff. Dom and Billy wake up at 3 a.m. and think. It changes perspectives in the middle, from Dom to Billy.
Feedback is most most most most welcome!
You're sleeping. I see only the back of your head because the blankets are up to our shoulders. You like it that way when it's cold.
It's morning, 3 a.m., and I'd woken up an hour ago. I can't fall back to sleep. I can only look at you.
Looking at you helps me, because I woke up with my heart pounding, wondering how we’re going to make it through, with your girlfriend and the media and everyone that might hate us for being together. Looking at the sleeping back of your head helps everything.
I noticed when I woke up that my arm lies across your hips. I pull myself closer.
I kind of wish it was the sleeping front of your head.
That can be changed, I decide, and I climb over you to rest on the other side of you. Your green eyes are closed. I love your mouth, but I kiss your nose instead. If I want to sleep, I should probably face the other way.
I turn and look at your bedside table. Many times I’d reached in that top drawer to get something for you. Not once had I noticed the little bottle of lube you must have hidden from everybody. If Ali had found that…
Last night you’d finally gotten the chance to use it. It makes me smile. I might want to keep that little bottle forever.
There are many things I didn’t know about you, Billy. I didn’t know you were gay. I’d never seen the look in your eyes when you finally told me you loved me.
I close my eyes.
I’ve probably told you that I love your hair. Maybe I haven’t. You might’ve found out the truth from that little statement.
As I look at you, I know I should have told you a lot of things. But I can’t now. I’m looking only at the back of your head while you sleep.
You did find out one thing last night. The adrenaline coaxed the words out of my mouth.
I told you I loved you.
I hadn’t looked so deep into someone’s eyes as I did right then. Not even with Ali. I had loved her, but I love you more. I love you now.
I also didn’t tell you about the website I’d found and a page I’d looked at. It was a story about you and me.
I read it twice over and jerked off in the shower fifteen minutes later. So then I realized I was madly in love with you. So then I went out and bought lube. So then I told you.
You roll over and my heart thuds before I see that you’re asleep. I vaguely remember the weight shifting to the other side of me.
How could I have told you about the site, though? How could I have let you know when we both thought each other straight?
Your eyes open.
Good morning, Dom.
You move closer and we hold each other in the soft morning light. I feel again that warm rush that spread throughout my body when you’d first kissed me.
Soon, I will promise you that every morning we share will be like this first one.
Disclaimer: The stories published on this site are the intellectual property of their respective authors.
No ownership, claim or copyright is made of the actors involved in these stories.
The author does not know the actors and makes no claims about their lifestyles or sexual preferences.
To the best of my knowledge, all stories are complete works of fiction. No story is being used for profit.
Rating: Pg-13 for... references?
Summary: A wee bit of fluff. Dom and Billy wake up at 3 a.m. and think. It changes perspectives in the middle, from Dom to Billy.
Feedback is most most most most welcome!
You're sleeping. I see only the back of your head because the blankets are up to our shoulders. You like it that way when it's cold.
It's morning, 3 a.m., and I'd woken up an hour ago. I can't fall back to sleep. I can only look at you.
Looking at you helps me, because I woke up with my heart pounding, wondering how we’re going to make it through, with your girlfriend and the media and everyone that might hate us for being together. Looking at the sleeping back of your head helps everything.
I noticed when I woke up that my arm lies across your hips. I pull myself closer.
I kind of wish it was the sleeping front of your head.
That can be changed, I decide, and I climb over you to rest on the other side of you. Your green eyes are closed. I love your mouth, but I kiss your nose instead. If I want to sleep, I should probably face the other way.
I turn and look at your bedside table. Many times I’d reached in that top drawer to get something for you. Not once had I noticed the little bottle of lube you must have hidden from everybody. If Ali had found that…
Last night you’d finally gotten the chance to use it. It makes me smile. I might want to keep that little bottle forever.
There are many things I didn’t know about you, Billy. I didn’t know you were gay. I’d never seen the look in your eyes when you finally told me you loved me.
I close my eyes.
I’ve probably told you that I love your hair. Maybe I haven’t. You might’ve found out the truth from that little statement.
As I look at you, I know I should have told you a lot of things. But I can’t now. I’m looking only at the back of your head while you sleep.
You did find out one thing last night. The adrenaline coaxed the words out of my mouth.
I told you I loved you.
I hadn’t looked so deep into someone’s eyes as I did right then. Not even with Ali. I had loved her, but I love you more. I love you now.
I also didn’t tell you about the website I’d found and a page I’d looked at. It was a story about you and me.
I read it twice over and jerked off in the shower fifteen minutes later. So then I realized I was madly in love with you. So then I went out and bought lube. So then I told you.
You roll over and my heart thuds before I see that you’re asleep. I vaguely remember the weight shifting to the other side of me.
How could I have told you about the site, though? How could I have let you know when we both thought each other straight?
Your eyes open.
Good morning, Dom.
You move closer and we hold each other in the soft morning light. I feel again that warm rush that spread throughout my body when you’d first kissed me.
Soon, I will promise you that every morning we share will be like this first one.
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i loved it.
:)
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I read it twice over and jerked off in the shower fifteen minutes later. So then I realized I was madly in love with you. So then I went out and bought lube. So then I told you.
That is exactly why we continue to write slash. ;D
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