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hobbits-r-cute.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Aug. 10th, 2004 09:38 pm)Title: Tour de Something-Chapter One
Rating: R
Pairing: BB/DM, BB/OB
Disclaimer: Didn't happen
Summary: AU, Billy's training for the Tour de France, Dom's his trainer, Orlando's his childhood friend.
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ruby_took and loadedsixstring. ::snogs repeatedly::
Chapter One
Dominic Monaghan glanced at the stopwatch in his hand and shook his head. “He’s going slower,” he muttered to himself as his trainee finally came flying over the hill and pulled to a stop in front of him.
“How’d I do?” Billy Boyd asked as he pulled his helmet off.
Dom shook his head again. “You’re slowing down. If you want to beat the American wonder, you’ll have to do better.”
Billy took his water bottle from the holder and took a few quick sips. “You’re kidding, right? I was flying. Everything was a blur.”
“Look, you took thirty seconds longer than yesterday,” Dom said, holding out the stopwatch. “Fucking Armstrong would be on his third glass of celebratory wine by the time you crossed the line.”
Billy groaned. “It’s hopeless. I haven’t a prayer against him. Against any of them.”
Dom sighed. “Look, Bill. I’ve been your trainer for six months now and you are improving, but you’re just not there yet. You have to forget about your personal life when you’re racing.”
“Are you talking about Sean? If so, you can drop it. I’m over him.” Billy picked up a towel and began to wipe the sweat off his face. “We broke up a month ago, mutually, if you’ll recall.”
Dom rolled his eyes. “Ok, ok, whatever you say, Billy. Look, just...don’t think when you race, just...race.”
“How philosophical, Dom. Thank you. Is that like the Karate Kid? ‘Wax on, wax off?’”
“Fuck you. Get your bike. We have to be at the gym.”
“You always work your riders this hard?” Billy asked as he pushed his bike towards Dom’s car.
“Yes. You knew this when you hired me.”
“Actually, Sean told me to hire you. I didn’t know a thing about you.” Billy fitted his bike into the rack on Dom’s car. “Just knew you’d trained race winners before.”
“I have, but never a Tour winner. He should’ve known this.” Dom threw his stopwatch and clipboard into the backseat. “Look, Billy, you have a lot of skill and potential. You’re small, light, and fast. You can ride for long distances without stopping. You can keep up a steady pace, but right now, you don’t have what it takes to beat Armstrong.”
“Gee, thanks for the encouragement.” Billy ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t care if I win or not. Sure, it’d be great if I could, but I know I don’t have a chance. It’s my first time in the Tour. I’ll be lucky if I don’t pass out in the first leg. I just want to finish. Can you help me finish, Dom?”
“I can help you finish, Billy. And I can help you win. You just have to want it. I know you want it. I can see it in your eyes when you take off. I don’t care how many times you say you don’t care if you win, I can tell that you do.” Dom walked over to Billy and stood just inches from the man he was being paid to help win the Tour de France. “You can win, Billy.”
“I can win? Me?” Billy scoffed. “I’ve never won anything, Dom. I came in third in a two man race.”
Dom rolled his eyes. “Get in the car. We’re gonna be late.” He shook his head as he got into the car. “But try that joke during the race, maybe Armstrong will be so dumbfounded, he’ll crash into a tree.”
“Come on, three more,” Orlando Bloom encouraged.
“Bloody hell, mate, you trying to kill me?” Billy asked as he did another rep.
“If you want your legs to be in shape, you’ll do it. Two more.”
Billy groaned and did two more leg reps before letting the weights fall loudly to the ground. “Fucking hell, I’ll have no legs at all if I keep this up.”
Orlando threw a towel at him. “Quiet, Boyd.” He plopped himself beside Billy. “So, you’re new trainer seems nice.”
Billy put the towel around his shoulders as he took a quick drink of water. “Dom? Yeah, he’s nice. Why?” He looked over at his childhood friend. “Oh, no. You aren’t going to flirt with him, Orli. That’s the last thing I need; a distracted trainer.”
Orlando waved a hand. “I wasn’t thinking of me, Bill. I was thinking of you.”
“Me? Orli, I just broke up with Sean. I’m not ready to be with anyone. And he’s my bloody trainer. How do you even know he fancies men?”
“Dunno. Just a feeling. Look, Pickle, you race so much better when you’re with someone. I know your racing is shit right now.”
Billy threw his towel at Orlando. “Don’t call me ‘Pickle’. I’ve told you that. And what to you know about my racing?”
“You’re my roommate, my best friend, and I’ve known you for years. I’ve seen it happen before. I saw Dom’s sheet. You’ve gotten worse since you and Beanpole split up.”
Billy hit Orlando on the back of his head. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m friends with you. Why would I want to date Dom anyways?” he asked as the pair looked over in Dom’s direction. He was leaning over the counter, going over some notes with the head trainer of the gym, probably mapping out a new regimen for Billy. It was quite obvious to anyone looking at Dom, exactly why someone would wish to date him.
Orlando cocked his head to the side. “He has nice...assets?”
“You’re a fucking whore, you know that?” Billy said as he looked over at Orlando. His friend did have a point though about Dom’s ‘assets.’
“But you still love me.” Orlando leaned over and kissed Billy softly on the lips.
Billy didn’t push him away. Instead, he cupped Orlando’s face and returned the favor.
The pair had an unusual relationship, one that wasn’t discussed outside of their own apartment. Late at night, one would crawl into the other’s bed where they made lazy love. Billy and Orlando loved each other as friends, not as lovers. It was a comfort thing, and they never did it when either of them was in a relationship. They had started it shortly after Orlando moved into Billy’s apartment at age sixteen. Orlando was lonely and he’d crawled into Billy’s bed for comfort. In a sleep-filled daze, Billy had given Orlando a hand job. Billy had feared Orlando would be looking for commitment the next morning, only to find his young friend eager and excited to get out and find someone to be with. When Billy had broken up with Sean, he’d gotten into Orlando’s bed where they kissed for nearly an hour before falling asleep wrapped up in each other.
Billy smiled as he kissed Orlando’s cheek. “Yeah, I love you, you daft git. You’re my best mate, I have to.”
Dom bounded over. “Ok, I have you on the bike machine now for twenty minutes.”
“Are you kidding me? I just rode for 5 miles and you’re having me ride more?”
“Have to condition your legs. On your feet.” Dom held out his hand and hauled Billy to his feet.
“I’ll be back late tonight, Orli. Have to kill him first.”
Orlando chuckled as he watched Dom led Billy away. “Yeah, sure, Pickle,” he muttered to himself. He had to smile as Dom slung his arm over Billy’s shoulder. Orlando only wanted Billy to be happy, even if it meant losing their special relationship, no matter how hard it would be for him to accept. He loved Billy dearly, like a brother, if not more so. It was something he’d been trying to deny for years now. He really did love Billy, in every sense of the word. He’d been quite happy when the break up with Sean had occurred, hoping against hope, that Billy would finally see him as more than a friend. Orlando was never hurt by their midnight sessions. He knew that Billy wasn’t using him to get off, and besides, it was his own fault for not admitting his feelings. He knew Billy would never push him away. As he continued to watch the two men, Orlando made a choice. He would get them together. They fit each other, a lot better than he and Billy did. There was a chemistry there, something lacking in all of Billy’s previous relationships. After everything Billy had done for him over the years, he could at least make sure his friend was in a strong, steady, loving relationship. “For you, Pickle,” he mumbled as he walked towards his next appointment.
Another product from the mind that brought you Pain of Love, Little Scot, Baker, and others.
Rating: R
Pairing: BB/DM, BB/OB
Disclaimer: Didn't happen
Summary: AU, Billy's training for the Tour de France, Dom's his trainer, Orlando's his childhood friend.
Feedback: It does a body good.
Thank you to my betas,
ruby_took and loadedsixstring. ::snogs repeatedly::Chapter One
Dominic Monaghan glanced at the stopwatch in his hand and shook his head. “He’s going slower,” he muttered to himself as his trainee finally came flying over the hill and pulled to a stop in front of him.
“How’d I do?” Billy Boyd asked as he pulled his helmet off.
Dom shook his head again. “You’re slowing down. If you want to beat the American wonder, you’ll have to do better.”
Billy took his water bottle from the holder and took a few quick sips. “You’re kidding, right? I was flying. Everything was a blur.”
“Look, you took thirty seconds longer than yesterday,” Dom said, holding out the stopwatch. “Fucking Armstrong would be on his third glass of celebratory wine by the time you crossed the line.”
Billy groaned. “It’s hopeless. I haven’t a prayer against him. Against any of them.”
Dom sighed. “Look, Bill. I’ve been your trainer for six months now and you are improving, but you’re just not there yet. You have to forget about your personal life when you’re racing.”
“Are you talking about Sean? If so, you can drop it. I’m over him.” Billy picked up a towel and began to wipe the sweat off his face. “We broke up a month ago, mutually, if you’ll recall.”
Dom rolled his eyes. “Ok, ok, whatever you say, Billy. Look, just...don’t think when you race, just...race.”
“How philosophical, Dom. Thank you. Is that like the Karate Kid? ‘Wax on, wax off?’”
“Fuck you. Get your bike. We have to be at the gym.”
“You always work your riders this hard?” Billy asked as he pushed his bike towards Dom’s car.
“Yes. You knew this when you hired me.”
“Actually, Sean told me to hire you. I didn’t know a thing about you.” Billy fitted his bike into the rack on Dom’s car. “Just knew you’d trained race winners before.”
“I have, but never a Tour winner. He should’ve known this.” Dom threw his stopwatch and clipboard into the backseat. “Look, Billy, you have a lot of skill and potential. You’re small, light, and fast. You can ride for long distances without stopping. You can keep up a steady pace, but right now, you don’t have what it takes to beat Armstrong.”
“Gee, thanks for the encouragement.” Billy ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t care if I win or not. Sure, it’d be great if I could, but I know I don’t have a chance. It’s my first time in the Tour. I’ll be lucky if I don’t pass out in the first leg. I just want to finish. Can you help me finish, Dom?”
“I can help you finish, Billy. And I can help you win. You just have to want it. I know you want it. I can see it in your eyes when you take off. I don’t care how many times you say you don’t care if you win, I can tell that you do.” Dom walked over to Billy and stood just inches from the man he was being paid to help win the Tour de France. “You can win, Billy.”
“I can win? Me?” Billy scoffed. “I’ve never won anything, Dom. I came in third in a two man race.”
Dom rolled his eyes. “Get in the car. We’re gonna be late.” He shook his head as he got into the car. “But try that joke during the race, maybe Armstrong will be so dumbfounded, he’ll crash into a tree.”
“Come on, three more,” Orlando Bloom encouraged.
“Bloody hell, mate, you trying to kill me?” Billy asked as he did another rep.
“If you want your legs to be in shape, you’ll do it. Two more.”
Billy groaned and did two more leg reps before letting the weights fall loudly to the ground. “Fucking hell, I’ll have no legs at all if I keep this up.”
Orlando threw a towel at him. “Quiet, Boyd.” He plopped himself beside Billy. “So, you’re new trainer seems nice.”
Billy put the towel around his shoulders as he took a quick drink of water. “Dom? Yeah, he’s nice. Why?” He looked over at his childhood friend. “Oh, no. You aren’t going to flirt with him, Orli. That’s the last thing I need; a distracted trainer.”
Orlando waved a hand. “I wasn’t thinking of me, Bill. I was thinking of you.”
“Me? Orli, I just broke up with Sean. I’m not ready to be with anyone. And he’s my bloody trainer. How do you even know he fancies men?”
“Dunno. Just a feeling. Look, Pickle, you race so much better when you’re with someone. I know your racing is shit right now.”
Billy threw his towel at Orlando. “Don’t call me ‘Pickle’. I’ve told you that. And what to you know about my racing?”
“You’re my roommate, my best friend, and I’ve known you for years. I’ve seen it happen before. I saw Dom’s sheet. You’ve gotten worse since you and Beanpole split up.”
Billy hit Orlando on the back of his head. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m friends with you. Why would I want to date Dom anyways?” he asked as the pair looked over in Dom’s direction. He was leaning over the counter, going over some notes with the head trainer of the gym, probably mapping out a new regimen for Billy. It was quite obvious to anyone looking at Dom, exactly why someone would wish to date him.
Orlando cocked his head to the side. “He has nice...assets?”
“You’re a fucking whore, you know that?” Billy said as he looked over at Orlando. His friend did have a point though about Dom’s ‘assets.’
“But you still love me.” Orlando leaned over and kissed Billy softly on the lips.
Billy didn’t push him away. Instead, he cupped Orlando’s face and returned the favor.
The pair had an unusual relationship, one that wasn’t discussed outside of their own apartment. Late at night, one would crawl into the other’s bed where they made lazy love. Billy and Orlando loved each other as friends, not as lovers. It was a comfort thing, and they never did it when either of them was in a relationship. They had started it shortly after Orlando moved into Billy’s apartment at age sixteen. Orlando was lonely and he’d crawled into Billy’s bed for comfort. In a sleep-filled daze, Billy had given Orlando a hand job. Billy had feared Orlando would be looking for commitment the next morning, only to find his young friend eager and excited to get out and find someone to be with. When Billy had broken up with Sean, he’d gotten into Orlando’s bed where they kissed for nearly an hour before falling asleep wrapped up in each other.
Billy smiled as he kissed Orlando’s cheek. “Yeah, I love you, you daft git. You’re my best mate, I have to.”
Dom bounded over. “Ok, I have you on the bike machine now for twenty minutes.”
“Are you kidding me? I just rode for 5 miles and you’re having me ride more?”
“Have to condition your legs. On your feet.” Dom held out his hand and hauled Billy to his feet.
“I’ll be back late tonight, Orli. Have to kill him first.”
Orlando chuckled as he watched Dom led Billy away. “Yeah, sure, Pickle,” he muttered to himself. He had to smile as Dom slung his arm over Billy’s shoulder. Orlando only wanted Billy to be happy, even if it meant losing their special relationship, no matter how hard it would be for him to accept. He loved Billy dearly, like a brother, if not more so. It was something he’d been trying to deny for years now. He really did love Billy, in every sense of the word. He’d been quite happy when the break up with Sean had occurred, hoping against hope, that Billy would finally see him as more than a friend. Orlando was never hurt by their midnight sessions. He knew that Billy wasn’t using him to get off, and besides, it was his own fault for not admitting his feelings. He knew Billy would never push him away. As he continued to watch the two men, Orlando made a choice. He would get them together. They fit each other, a lot better than he and Billy did. There was a chemistry there, something lacking in all of Billy’s previous relationships. After everything Billy had done for him over the years, he could at least make sure his friend was in a strong, steady, loving relationship. “For you, Pickle,” he mumbled as he walked towards his next appointment.
Another product from the mind that brought you Pain of Love, Little Scot, Baker, and others.
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Specifically, I like the fact that Orli and Billy have that "special" relationship, which could cause a conflict (*rubs hands together greedily in anticipation of teh angst*), and Billy is reluctant to start anything with anyone.
Can't wait for more! *hugs*
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Oh, thank you for the confidence! I really hope I do...::crosses fingers::
Shhh..stop reading ahead! LOL..yeah, it'll be a bit of a conflict...
::hugs::
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Thank you!!!!!!
GAH at icon..I may have to bring Lij in now...
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LOL
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thanks for reading!!
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And yeah, you've definitely gotten my attention. I'll be waiting! :)