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I Found Love Like Change Between The Cushions Of A Couch
by Truly Bloom, Dom's asscrack head
The first questions of the ROTK EE panel were addressed to the DVD production blokes. Billy Boyd, after having waved and smiled at the enthusiastic fans, now sat quietly, knowing his turn would come. As he waited, his eyes wandered over the crowd; there were so many people and they'd come, at least in part, to see him. He couldn't believe it! It was unreal, but then Billy noticed something even more unreal and he looked quickly away.
He'd seen Dom sneaking in to the room. He couldn't let anyone know that he'd seen him. It would disrupt the panel and possibly put an unguarded Dom in a rather tense fan situation. Casually, as if randomly scanning the crowd again, Billy glanced up. Dom was standing in the darkest back corner, a stupid hat pulled low, as if that would hide his identity from anyone who bothered to look away from the stage and notice. For an instant, their eyes met, then Billy casually looked away again.
As he did so, he ran his hand idly over the plush fabric of the couch, as if he were stroking Dom's arm, as if Dom could feel the contact. The tips of Billy's fingers tingled and he found the sensation quite pleasant. He slipped his hand over the arm of the couch and placed his palm flat, as if it were resting against the small of Dom's back. He rubbed his hand up and down, up and down the side of the couch, up and down Dom's back. He imagined he could feel the warmth of Dom's body, the firmness of his muscles through the fabric.
Billy looked out over the audience who screamed as he began to answer a question about filming. His eyes casually raked over Dom and he knew that Dom saw what he was doing with his hand, knew that Dom knew the touch was mean for him. Dom stared until Billy had to look away, afraid he'd start to stutter under the intense gaze. Billy laughed and smiled and talked more about his time on the set, agreeing with David that the additional footage on the extended edition DVD would give the audience some wonderful new character development, but he thought only of touching Dom.
Billy glanced at the audience again and caught Dom licking his lips. He fingered the corner of the couch, as if he were rubbing Dom's hardening nipple. He wished he could run to Dom right now, part the audience and fling himself into Dom's enveloping arms. He missed him so much and their jobs since Lord Of The Rings wrapped never allowed them enough time together. It was only the rare occasion now, like at Comic Con that they had the opportunity to hang out, and even then their free time was so limited. He just wished he could see Dom more, that Dom could be sitting on this couch beside him, so that he could feel the warmth Dom's energetic metabolism gave off. They wouldn't sit apart like he and David were doing. Billy wouldn't tuck himself into the corner of the couch, hording his personal space. Instead, he'd lean into Dom; their shoulders would touch, as would their knees and thighs and feet. He and Dom would laugh, like he and David laughed, as they recalled something humorous from the shoot and then they'd laugh at nothing at all, to the bewilderment of the entire audience. He'd pat Dom's knee or Dom would throw a casual arm around his shoulder. They'd look at each other a little too long, smile a little too easily, and savor every moment.
They were comfortable together, even in public, and uncomfortable apart, even in public. It was an odd relationship, they both knew, as Billy continued to rub his hand over the couch, a touch only Dom could feel, a touch he'd personally give Dom later. He'd touch him in ways he could not show by merely caressing the fabric of a couch in a crowded room at a crowded convention, even though Dom was the only person Billy actually saw.
2 more Billy/couch furniture pr0ns - warning NC17!
yanks02's vids of ComicCon 2004 (please thank her!), available at dom_media----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I Found Love Like Change Between The Cushions Of A Couch
by Truly Bloom, Dom's asscrack head
The first questions of the ROTK EE panel were addressed to the DVD production blokes. Billy Boyd, after having waved and smiled at the enthusiastic fans, now sat quietly, knowing his turn would come. As he waited, his eyes wandered over the crowd; there were so many people and they'd come, at least in part, to see him. He couldn't believe it! It was unreal, but then Billy noticed something even more unreal and he looked quickly away.
He'd seen Dom sneaking in to the room. He couldn't let anyone know that he'd seen him. It would disrupt the panel and possibly put an unguarded Dom in a rather tense fan situation. Casually, as if randomly scanning the crowd again, Billy glanced up. Dom was standing in the darkest back corner, a stupid hat pulled low, as if that would hide his identity from anyone who bothered to look away from the stage and notice. For an instant, their eyes met, then Billy casually looked away again.
As he did so, he ran his hand idly over the plush fabric of the couch, as if he were stroking Dom's arm, as if Dom could feel the contact. The tips of Billy's fingers tingled and he found the sensation quite pleasant. He slipped his hand over the arm of the couch and placed his palm flat, as if it were resting against the small of Dom's back. He rubbed his hand up and down, up and down the side of the couch, up and down Dom's back. He imagined he could feel the warmth of Dom's body, the firmness of his muscles through the fabric.
Billy looked out over the audience who screamed as he began to answer a question about filming. His eyes casually raked over Dom and he knew that Dom saw what he was doing with his hand, knew that Dom knew the touch was mean for him. Dom stared until Billy had to look away, afraid he'd start to stutter under the intense gaze. Billy laughed and smiled and talked more about his time on the set, agreeing with David that the additional footage on the extended edition DVD would give the audience some wonderful new character development, but he thought only of touching Dom.
Billy glanced at the audience again and caught Dom licking his lips. He fingered the corner of the couch, as if he were rubbing Dom's hardening nipple. He wished he could run to Dom right now, part the audience and fling himself into Dom's enveloping arms. He missed him so much and their jobs since Lord Of The Rings wrapped never allowed them enough time together. It was only the rare occasion now, like at Comic Con that they had the opportunity to hang out, and even then their free time was so limited. He just wished he could see Dom more, that Dom could be sitting on this couch beside him, so that he could feel the warmth Dom's energetic metabolism gave off. They wouldn't sit apart like he and David were doing. Billy wouldn't tuck himself into the corner of the couch, hording his personal space. Instead, he'd lean into Dom; their shoulders would touch, as would their knees and thighs and feet. He and Dom would laugh, like he and David laughed, as they recalled something humorous from the shoot and then they'd laugh at nothing at all, to the bewilderment of the entire audience. He'd pat Dom's knee or Dom would throw a casual arm around his shoulder. They'd look at each other a little too long, smile a little too easily, and savor every moment.
They were comfortable together, even in public, and uncomfortable apart, even in public. It was an odd relationship, they both knew, as Billy continued to rub his hand over the couch, a touch only Dom could feel, a touch he'd personally give Dom later. He'd touch him in ways he could not show by merely caressing the fabric of a couch in a crowded room at a crowded convention, even though Dom was the only person Billy actually saw.
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Love the random 'Sreetcar' reference, too. WEG
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