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hygher.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 4th, 2004 10:15 am)Title: He's Always Known
Author: Hygher
Rating: PG
Warnings: Somewhat Fluffy
Pairings: Monaboyd
Feedback: Always appreciated
Disclaimer: I don't know them or own them. This is a fictional story.
Flashing lights, liquor in his blood, the prospect of a night of nothing more than anonymous dancing and drinking. He doesn’t want it. Not tonight not when he knows he should be at home sleeping, not when he’d rather be doing anything than watch Billy dance with some random girl, some random girl who’s name Billy will forget but not her body, the way she looks beneath him, when he takes her home to his bed.
Dom loses track of Billy in the crowd and decides against sitting at the bar sober and alone when he could be sitting at the bar drunk and still as alone, but not as aware. He doesn’t notice Billy presence until he’s leaning against him, his chest to Dom’s back, and shouting “It’s time to dance Dominic” in his ear, barely loud enough to hear over the music, dragging him off the stool in the direction of the dance floor.
Billy moves to the tempo of the deep bass line, evident and throbbing around them due to the speaker lined walls. Facing Dom, Billy’s eyes are closed, hands on his hips pulling them together. Chest to Chest. Thighs to Thighs. Lips to Lips. It’s a lengthy kiss, long enough for Dom to wonder if Billy even remembers who he’s kissing, maybe he’s thinking about a girl he passed on the way in to club, maybe it’s just the alcohol coursing through his veins and he won’t even remember it in the morning.
Billy pulls away ever so slightly, ending the kiss and leaving Dom feeling cold despite to writing mass moving against them from every direction. Still dancing, Dom looks down to the slightly shorter man and catches his gaze, eyes, a milky green, soft, full of something almost undecipherable.
Billy is thinking about Dom, every sculpted muscle along his back, every somewhat dirty fingernail, every one of his less than perfect teeth. Not the girl who winked at him in the dim light at the beginning of the night. And it’s not the liquor; Billy hasn’t had but two beers.
This time it’s Dom drawing Billy from his rather comfortable spot, this time on the dance floor and in the other man’s arms to a darker, more secluded, more quiet corner of the club near the entrance. “Can I ask you something?” Dom receives nothing but a silent nod for an answer but continues, “why did you do that?” his voice is soft, comforting, and anything but demanding. “Because this time I wanted it to be you, whenever I kiss someone I think of you, whenever I dance with someone I think of you, hell whatever I sleep with someone I think of you, your body curled up against me after it’s all over, still there .not going anywhere fast, not ever going anywhere”
Billy’s looking at the ground now and Dom knows there’s tears. Scared tears, the ones that come fast and hot, the ones you can’t hold in the corners of your eyes because you have less than a second to feel them coming on. They make your eyes itch in the back and you almost can’t just let them fall but Billy does. He doesn’t move to wipe them away he just stares at his shoes and Dom thinks that maybe he would have already walked away, maybe ran if he hadn’t backed him into a wall, not intentionally but possibly subconsciously, maybe his mind had already decided that he wanted an answer, a real one, not an I don’t know or it was nothing answer.
“Oh Bills” Is all he can muster at first, meager and unfair compared to explanation that Billy has just presented, but words non-the- less, enough to give Billy a reason to look up so he does, taking in the sight of Dom smiling down at him, moving to wipe the still warm tears from the tip of his nose and cheeks. And then Dom is moving to wrap his arms around Billy’s neck playing with his hair and kissing him, answering Billy’s unasked question. When it’s over Dom leans against Billy pushing him into the smooth tile of the wall, and holds him there for a long while, wondering if it’s ok to answer out loud, say I love you but doesn’t because this isn’t the place, not up against a dingy wall in an even more dingy club, because Billy already knows, he’s always known.
Author: Hygher
Rating: PG
Warnings: Somewhat Fluffy
Pairings: Monaboyd
Feedback: Always appreciated
Disclaimer: I don't know them or own them. This is a fictional story.
Flashing lights, liquor in his blood, the prospect of a night of nothing more than anonymous dancing and drinking. He doesn’t want it. Not tonight not when he knows he should be at home sleeping, not when he’d rather be doing anything than watch Billy dance with some random girl, some random girl who’s name Billy will forget but not her body, the way she looks beneath him, when he takes her home to his bed.
Dom loses track of Billy in the crowd and decides against sitting at the bar sober and alone when he could be sitting at the bar drunk and still as alone, but not as aware. He doesn’t notice Billy presence until he’s leaning against him, his chest to Dom’s back, and shouting “It’s time to dance Dominic” in his ear, barely loud enough to hear over the music, dragging him off the stool in the direction of the dance floor.
Billy moves to the tempo of the deep bass line, evident and throbbing around them due to the speaker lined walls. Facing Dom, Billy’s eyes are closed, hands on his hips pulling them together. Chest to Chest. Thighs to Thighs. Lips to Lips. It’s a lengthy kiss, long enough for Dom to wonder if Billy even remembers who he’s kissing, maybe he’s thinking about a girl he passed on the way in to club, maybe it’s just the alcohol coursing through his veins and he won’t even remember it in the morning.
Billy pulls away ever so slightly, ending the kiss and leaving Dom feeling cold despite to writing mass moving against them from every direction. Still dancing, Dom looks down to the slightly shorter man and catches his gaze, eyes, a milky green, soft, full of something almost undecipherable.
Billy is thinking about Dom, every sculpted muscle along his back, every somewhat dirty fingernail, every one of his less than perfect teeth. Not the girl who winked at him in the dim light at the beginning of the night. And it’s not the liquor; Billy hasn’t had but two beers.
This time it’s Dom drawing Billy from his rather comfortable spot, this time on the dance floor and in the other man’s arms to a darker, more secluded, more quiet corner of the club near the entrance. “Can I ask you something?” Dom receives nothing but a silent nod for an answer but continues, “why did you do that?” his voice is soft, comforting, and anything but demanding. “Because this time I wanted it to be you, whenever I kiss someone I think of you, whenever I dance with someone I think of you, hell whatever I sleep with someone I think of you, your body curled up against me after it’s all over, still there .not going anywhere fast, not ever going anywhere”
Billy’s looking at the ground now and Dom knows there’s tears. Scared tears, the ones that come fast and hot, the ones you can’t hold in the corners of your eyes because you have less than a second to feel them coming on. They make your eyes itch in the back and you almost can’t just let them fall but Billy does. He doesn’t move to wipe them away he just stares at his shoes and Dom thinks that maybe he would have already walked away, maybe ran if he hadn’t backed him into a wall, not intentionally but possibly subconsciously, maybe his mind had already decided that he wanted an answer, a real one, not an I don’t know or it was nothing answer.
“Oh Bills” Is all he can muster at first, meager and unfair compared to explanation that Billy has just presented, but words non-the- less, enough to give Billy a reason to look up so he does, taking in the sight of Dom smiling down at him, moving to wipe the still warm tears from the tip of his nose and cheeks. And then Dom is moving to wrap his arms around Billy’s neck playing with his hair and kissing him, answering Billy’s unasked question. When it’s over Dom leans against Billy pushing him into the smooth tile of the wall, and holds him there for a long while, wondering if it’s ok to answer out loud, say I love you but doesn’t because this isn’t the place, not up against a dingy wall in an even more dingy club, because Billy already knows, he’s always known.
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wud u like to be on my friends list? in other words may i add u?
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*melt*
this is great!!! GREAT!!!1
Scared tears, the ones that come fast and hot, the ones you can’t hold in the corners of your eyes because you have less than a second to feel them coming on.
ah. just... guh.
i love it! all of it! please, for the love of god, keep writing and keep posting!!
:)
wheee
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*smile*
thanks, i got it from this place (http://www.volitional.co.uk/nicky/LJ/icons/signs/signs.html). i love all of her icons.
and yours!!! eeee
evanescence!!! frodo!! heart!
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heh.
isnt it keen?! i love it dearly.
hm.
i think youre spiffy. i add now *poof*
c'est cool?
((ha. wish i could speak french))
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i love smushy fluffy as hell stories
cuz that's the way it should be
and i like, as well, the imagery you present! yay for intelligent slash!
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