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Title: Alien
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stationer
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Billy and Dom are always drinking.
Disclaimer: I made this all up!
Notes: This is my first serious foray into slash. Consider yourself warned.
Every second I spend waiting
Drags me closer to this grave
I’m not alone
No, I’m just on my own
-Tegan & Sara, Don’t Confess
1. Stuck
Billy feels a little bit like he’s drowning. Elijah is laughing and laughing and laughing and Billy is stuck on Viggo’s couch, feet where his head should be, head where his feet should be. He knows he’s been drinking. He knows this because his head is cloudy and he can hear a whole lot better than he can see. The last few minutes are a complete blank. He wonders if he passed out because the last thing he can remember is Dom and Elijah singing Oops! I Did It Again on the back porch with some sort of glittery pink underwear on their heads. He doesn’t know where they got the underwear from. He hopes it wasn’t Viggo’s.
It had been light then and now it is very, very dark. And Billy can’t breathe. He tries to move, struggles violently to roll off the couch, but finds that he’s stuck. All he can see are Viggo’s upside-down bare feet spread out on the mottled brown carpet. The room is spinning like crazy and there’s a whistling sound in his ears. He lifts his groggy, blood-filled head up and blinks.
“I think he’s waking up!” Elijah shrieks.
“Biiiiiillly,” Dom sing-sings softly.
Billy tries to lift his right hand up to the couch to pull himself into a sitting position, but stops when his hand hits something solid.
“Hey!” Dom says.
This time when Billy looks up, he really looks. And he gets it. There’s a big, warm pile of Dom sitting smack dab in the middle of his chest.
“Hiya,” Dom says, with a smile.
“Get off!,” Billy mumbles.
Dom leans forward so their faces are almost touching. Billy can feel Dom’s breath against his face, but he’s too drunk to care.
“Get off me, wanker!” he says a little louder.
Dom rolls off of Billy so they they’re laying side by side on the couch, their feet up in the air.
Billy brings his hand up and starts massaging his chest. His ribs hurt like crazy and he can feel them strain every time he takes a breath. Beside him Dom’s shirt has ridden up and he’s rubbing his bare stomach in slow, lazy circles.
“I’m never having any of you over again,” Viggo says.
Elijah starts giggling again, high pitched and piercing. Billy wonders where he is in the room. His voice sounds like it’s coming from all over.
“Bloody stupid voice-thrower,” Billy mutters.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dom asks.
Billy doesn’t answer. He tries to get up off the couch, but somehow ends up doing a backwards somersault, hooking his left leg under Dom’s right arm and sending them both crashing to the floor in a heap of limbs.
Elijah’s giggles somehow get even more high pitched.
“Elijah, my fucking head!” Viggo growls.
Dom silently pulls himself out from under Billy and crawls a few feet away before laying back down and resuming the slow circular tummy rub he had started on the couch.
“Bed,” Billy says.
And then he feels Viggo gently tugging on his arm, pulling him up. He feels shaky, like he hasn’t used his legs in years. He stumbles a little and leans on Viggo for support, letting himself be lead to a spare bedroom.
“Me too,” Dom says, crawling after them.
“No,” Billy replies.
“Billy, I’m sleepy,” Dom whines.
“Find your own bloody bed.”
Viggo keeps leading Billy forward, down the hall, through a door. He holds Billy’s arm as he lowers himself face first onto the bed. Billy pulls forward toward the pillows, plants his face in one and lets out a lung-full of air. It still hurts a little.
“’Night,” Viggo says.
Billy doesn’t reply, but is so grateful when Viggo turns the light out and leaves the room. All he wants to do is sleep, but he can hear everything from the living room; Elijah’s non-stop laughter, Dom’s insistent whining.
All he can see when he closes his eyes is Dom’s rough hand stroking Dom’s bare belly, Dom’s long fingers swiping so, so close to the top of Dom’s pants.
2. Left-Out
Two days later they’re in a pub. Dom is drunk again. Billy doesn’t think he’s recovered from the last time.
“Elijah, your penis is in my coffee,” Dom says very matter-of-factly.
Orlando, Elijah and Liv burst out laughing. Dom just looks up, bewildered.
“What?” he asks.
This only makes everyone laugh even harder. Orlando bends over and clutches his stomach. Elijah kicks his chair and Orlando goes tumbling to the floor.
Dom turns to Billy, wide-eyed and innocent. Billy tries not to smile. He doesn’t want to encourage him.
“Billy?” Dom asks.
“Dom,” Billy replies.
“Help?” Dom says, shrugging his shoulders.
“Well. For starters, you aren’t drinking coffee, you’re drinking beer.”
“Oh.”
“And Elijah’s penis is most definitely still in his pants, where it should be.”
Everyone holds their laughter in, waiting for Dom’s response. Dom just cocks his head to the side, looks at Billy for a few seconds and then leans forward, kissing him right on the lips with a big smack. He settles himself back in his seat and places his hands flat on the table.
“I want some coffee!” Dom yells.
Everyone laughs but Billy.
3. Alone
The shot tastes like turpentine and laundry detergent. Billy lost track of what he was drinking long ago. When one bottle was empty he just went to his liquor cabinet and found another one.
The only light in Billy’s living room is coming in through the window from the streetlight outside. He’s sitting on the floor and leaning on the coffee table. The hard wooden edge is digging into his back and he kind of likes it. He’s wearing his old blue bathrobe, having never actually made it to the shower. There are still bits of glue between his toes and behind his ears.
The answering machine is sitting on the floor beside him, the black cord stretched over the carpet, the little red light blinking 1 over and over again.
Billy pushes the play button. He’s lost count of how many times he’s done that, too.
“Hey Bills!” Dom’s voice rings out loudly through the room. He’s slurring his words and is obviously drunk. “We’re here at the plub! I mean the pub! M’randa says hellooooooo! I miss you Bills. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. Viggo! Shut up! Anyway, I don’t know why you didn’t come Billy. Don’t you like me anymore?”
Elijah’s laughter rings out in the background.
“Billy, Billy, Billy. My little Pippin,” Dom coos into the phone.
And then Elijah.
“He’s probably afraid you’ll kiss him again!”
And then Dom says something that sounds like, “Fuck you, Lij!” and the answering machine makes a clicking noise.
4. Alien
Billy is putting bottles of beer into the fridge. He slides them in, one after the other, trying to find space.
Dom is on his way over. Billy is worried there isn’t enough beer.
5. Home
“What’s with you two?” Orlando asks.
He’s sitting cross-legged on one of Billy’s kitchen chairs. Even completely sober Billy can’t understand how Orlando is comfortable like that.
“Who two?” Dom asks.
“You two,” Orlando repeats, gesturing between Dom and Billy with his beer bottle.
Billy tenses up and grips the edge of the table.
“Yeah!” Elijah pipes in from the kitchen floor. “You guys have only had, like, one beer between you!”
Billy relaxes a little and lets go of the table.
“Don’t feel like it,” Dom says.
“Too tired,” Billy adds.
The kitchen lights are bright and cheerful against the blackened window. Billy glances behind himself to the microwave clock. The blue digital numbers say 3:42.
“It’s late,” Dom says.
Billy glances over at Dom. His hands are curling over his half empty beer bottle, tugging at the label.
“You know that means you’re sexually frustrated, right?” Elijah asks Dom.
“What does?”
“Peeling the label.”
Dom smirks and rips the whole thing off in one tug.
Billy swallows hard.
“I’m going to bed,” he says.
“Noooooooo!” Elijah wails, “the party’s just starting.”
Billy ignores him and gets up off his chair.
“Goodnight everyone,” he says. “You’re all welcome to crash on whatever piece of floor you find most comfortable.”
“Goodnight Billy!” Orlando says.
“Billy, no!” Elijah yells.
Dom just looks up and smiles, his eyes glowing and bright. Billy feels a little tug in his chest. Just for a second he lets himself think about pushing his fingers through Dom’s messy hair, kissing both of his eyelids, breathing in his smell.
“’night Bills,” Dom says softly.
***
Billy’s bed is warm and cozy. His sheets are clean and he inhales the crisp, fresh scent, snuggling down underneath the duvet. Muffled sounds of laughter are sliding into his bedroom from the kitchen.
Billy feels like he’s going to cry. He shuts his eyes tightly and tries to ignore the lump in his throat.
There are soft footsteps coming down the hall. Billy holds his breath. He hears his door creaking open, can see the slant of light growing wider in the wall in front of him. And then the door shuts and Billy’s duvet lifts up as someone slides in behind him.
“Billy,” Dom whispers.
Billy bites his lip, fear coursing through his body. Dom reaches out and slides a hand down Billy’s bare arm, inching closer as Billy shivers in the dark.
“Dom. No,” Billy whispers back.
Dom slides even closer and Billy tenses as he feels Dom’s body push up against his back. Billy shuts his eyes tightly and Dom smiles, settling himself up on his elbow.
And then Dom leans forward and kisses the back of Billy’s neck, very, very softly. And Billy can feel Dom’s heart beating against his back.
“C’mere Bills,” Dom whispers into Billy’s ear.
Billy pushes his face into his pillow.
“Billy,” Dom says, his tone smooth and even. “Billy, look at me.”
Billy turns his whole body away, pulling himself out of Dom’s grasp. He’s trying not to picture what Dom looks like in the dark of his room, trying not to imagine Dom with heavy lidded eyes caressing Billy’s half naked body.
Suddenly Dom is on his knees pulling at Billy’s shoulder and holy fuck is he strong. Before he can do anything to stop it Billy is flat on his back and Dom is straddling him, pressing his shoulders into the mattress. His eyes are piercing, even in the dark.
“Billy,” Dom says.
And Billy can’t look away.
“Billy, I’m not drunk.”
Oh. Right.
“No,” Billy finally says. “Neither am I.”
And then Dom smiles his big Dom smile and Billy thinks mine just before Dom’s lips crash down on his and Dom’s tongue licks at the corner of his mouth.
Author:
stationerPairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Billy and Dom are always drinking.
Disclaimer: I made this all up!
Notes: This is my first serious foray into slash. Consider yourself warned.
Every second I spend waiting
Drags me closer to this grave
I’m not alone
No, I’m just on my own
-Tegan & Sara, Don’t Confess
1. Stuck
Billy feels a little bit like he’s drowning. Elijah is laughing and laughing and laughing and Billy is stuck on Viggo’s couch, feet where his head should be, head where his feet should be. He knows he’s been drinking. He knows this because his head is cloudy and he can hear a whole lot better than he can see. The last few minutes are a complete blank. He wonders if he passed out because the last thing he can remember is Dom and Elijah singing Oops! I Did It Again on the back porch with some sort of glittery pink underwear on their heads. He doesn’t know where they got the underwear from. He hopes it wasn’t Viggo’s.
It had been light then and now it is very, very dark. And Billy can’t breathe. He tries to move, struggles violently to roll off the couch, but finds that he’s stuck. All he can see are Viggo’s upside-down bare feet spread out on the mottled brown carpet. The room is spinning like crazy and there’s a whistling sound in his ears. He lifts his groggy, blood-filled head up and blinks.
“I think he’s waking up!” Elijah shrieks.
“Biiiiiillly,” Dom sing-sings softly.
Billy tries to lift his right hand up to the couch to pull himself into a sitting position, but stops when his hand hits something solid.
“Hey!” Dom says.
This time when Billy looks up, he really looks. And he gets it. There’s a big, warm pile of Dom sitting smack dab in the middle of his chest.
“Hiya,” Dom says, with a smile.
“Get off!,” Billy mumbles.
Dom leans forward so their faces are almost touching. Billy can feel Dom’s breath against his face, but he’s too drunk to care.
“Get off me, wanker!” he says a little louder.
Dom rolls off of Billy so they they’re laying side by side on the couch, their feet up in the air.
Billy brings his hand up and starts massaging his chest. His ribs hurt like crazy and he can feel them strain every time he takes a breath. Beside him Dom’s shirt has ridden up and he’s rubbing his bare stomach in slow, lazy circles.
“I’m never having any of you over again,” Viggo says.
Elijah starts giggling again, high pitched and piercing. Billy wonders where he is in the room. His voice sounds like it’s coming from all over.
“Bloody stupid voice-thrower,” Billy mutters.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dom asks.
Billy doesn’t answer. He tries to get up off the couch, but somehow ends up doing a backwards somersault, hooking his left leg under Dom’s right arm and sending them both crashing to the floor in a heap of limbs.
Elijah’s giggles somehow get even more high pitched.
“Elijah, my fucking head!” Viggo growls.
Dom silently pulls himself out from under Billy and crawls a few feet away before laying back down and resuming the slow circular tummy rub he had started on the couch.
“Bed,” Billy says.
And then he feels Viggo gently tugging on his arm, pulling him up. He feels shaky, like he hasn’t used his legs in years. He stumbles a little and leans on Viggo for support, letting himself be lead to a spare bedroom.
“Me too,” Dom says, crawling after them.
“No,” Billy replies.
“Billy, I’m sleepy,” Dom whines.
“Find your own bloody bed.”
Viggo keeps leading Billy forward, down the hall, through a door. He holds Billy’s arm as he lowers himself face first onto the bed. Billy pulls forward toward the pillows, plants his face in one and lets out a lung-full of air. It still hurts a little.
“’Night,” Viggo says.
Billy doesn’t reply, but is so grateful when Viggo turns the light out and leaves the room. All he wants to do is sleep, but he can hear everything from the living room; Elijah’s non-stop laughter, Dom’s insistent whining.
All he can see when he closes his eyes is Dom’s rough hand stroking Dom’s bare belly, Dom’s long fingers swiping so, so close to the top of Dom’s pants.
2. Left-Out
Two days later they’re in a pub. Dom is drunk again. Billy doesn’t think he’s recovered from the last time.
“Elijah, your penis is in my coffee,” Dom says very matter-of-factly.
Orlando, Elijah and Liv burst out laughing. Dom just looks up, bewildered.
“What?” he asks.
This only makes everyone laugh even harder. Orlando bends over and clutches his stomach. Elijah kicks his chair and Orlando goes tumbling to the floor.
Dom turns to Billy, wide-eyed and innocent. Billy tries not to smile. He doesn’t want to encourage him.
“Billy?” Dom asks.
“Dom,” Billy replies.
“Help?” Dom says, shrugging his shoulders.
“Well. For starters, you aren’t drinking coffee, you’re drinking beer.”
“Oh.”
“And Elijah’s penis is most definitely still in his pants, where it should be.”
Everyone holds their laughter in, waiting for Dom’s response. Dom just cocks his head to the side, looks at Billy for a few seconds and then leans forward, kissing him right on the lips with a big smack. He settles himself back in his seat and places his hands flat on the table.
“I want some coffee!” Dom yells.
Everyone laughs but Billy.
3. Alone
The shot tastes like turpentine and laundry detergent. Billy lost track of what he was drinking long ago. When one bottle was empty he just went to his liquor cabinet and found another one.
The only light in Billy’s living room is coming in through the window from the streetlight outside. He’s sitting on the floor and leaning on the coffee table. The hard wooden edge is digging into his back and he kind of likes it. He’s wearing his old blue bathrobe, having never actually made it to the shower. There are still bits of glue between his toes and behind his ears.
The answering machine is sitting on the floor beside him, the black cord stretched over the carpet, the little red light blinking 1 over and over again.
Billy pushes the play button. He’s lost count of how many times he’s done that, too.
“Hey Bills!” Dom’s voice rings out loudly through the room. He’s slurring his words and is obviously drunk. “We’re here at the plub! I mean the pub! M’randa says hellooooooo! I miss you Bills. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. Viggo! Shut up! Anyway, I don’t know why you didn’t come Billy. Don’t you like me anymore?”
Elijah’s laughter rings out in the background.
“Billy, Billy, Billy. My little Pippin,” Dom coos into the phone.
And then Elijah.
“He’s probably afraid you’ll kiss him again!”
And then Dom says something that sounds like, “Fuck you, Lij!” and the answering machine makes a clicking noise.
4. Alien
Billy is putting bottles of beer into the fridge. He slides them in, one after the other, trying to find space.
Dom is on his way over. Billy is worried there isn’t enough beer.
5. Home
“What’s with you two?” Orlando asks.
He’s sitting cross-legged on one of Billy’s kitchen chairs. Even completely sober Billy can’t understand how Orlando is comfortable like that.
“Who two?” Dom asks.
“You two,” Orlando repeats, gesturing between Dom and Billy with his beer bottle.
Billy tenses up and grips the edge of the table.
“Yeah!” Elijah pipes in from the kitchen floor. “You guys have only had, like, one beer between you!”
Billy relaxes a little and lets go of the table.
“Don’t feel like it,” Dom says.
“Too tired,” Billy adds.
The kitchen lights are bright and cheerful against the blackened window. Billy glances behind himself to the microwave clock. The blue digital numbers say 3:42.
“It’s late,” Dom says.
Billy glances over at Dom. His hands are curling over his half empty beer bottle, tugging at the label.
“You know that means you’re sexually frustrated, right?” Elijah asks Dom.
“What does?”
“Peeling the label.”
Dom smirks and rips the whole thing off in one tug.
Billy swallows hard.
“I’m going to bed,” he says.
“Noooooooo!” Elijah wails, “the party’s just starting.”
Billy ignores him and gets up off his chair.
“Goodnight everyone,” he says. “You’re all welcome to crash on whatever piece of floor you find most comfortable.”
“Goodnight Billy!” Orlando says.
“Billy, no!” Elijah yells.
Dom just looks up and smiles, his eyes glowing and bright. Billy feels a little tug in his chest. Just for a second he lets himself think about pushing his fingers through Dom’s messy hair, kissing both of his eyelids, breathing in his smell.
“’night Bills,” Dom says softly.
***
Billy’s bed is warm and cozy. His sheets are clean and he inhales the crisp, fresh scent, snuggling down underneath the duvet. Muffled sounds of laughter are sliding into his bedroom from the kitchen.
Billy feels like he’s going to cry. He shuts his eyes tightly and tries to ignore the lump in his throat.
There are soft footsteps coming down the hall. Billy holds his breath. He hears his door creaking open, can see the slant of light growing wider in the wall in front of him. And then the door shuts and Billy’s duvet lifts up as someone slides in behind him.
“Billy,” Dom whispers.
Billy bites his lip, fear coursing through his body. Dom reaches out and slides a hand down Billy’s bare arm, inching closer as Billy shivers in the dark.
“Dom. No,” Billy whispers back.
Dom slides even closer and Billy tenses as he feels Dom’s body push up against his back. Billy shuts his eyes tightly and Dom smiles, settling himself up on his elbow.
And then Dom leans forward and kisses the back of Billy’s neck, very, very softly. And Billy can feel Dom’s heart beating against his back.
“C’mere Bills,” Dom whispers into Billy’s ear.
Billy pushes his face into his pillow.
“Billy,” Dom says, his tone smooth and even. “Billy, look at me.”
Billy turns his whole body away, pulling himself out of Dom’s grasp. He’s trying not to picture what Dom looks like in the dark of his room, trying not to imagine Dom with heavy lidded eyes caressing Billy’s half naked body.
Suddenly Dom is on his knees pulling at Billy’s shoulder and holy fuck is he strong. Before he can do anything to stop it Billy is flat on his back and Dom is straddling him, pressing his shoulders into the mattress. His eyes are piercing, even in the dark.
“Billy,” Dom says.
And Billy can’t look away.
“Billy, I’m not drunk.”
Oh. Right.
“No,” Billy finally says. “Neither am I.”
And then Dom smiles his big Dom smile and Billy thinks mine just before Dom’s lips crash down on his and Dom’s tongue licks at the corner of his mouth.
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Very funny, good pacing. More please!
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