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deesarrachi.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Aug. 18th, 2004 12:03 pm)Title: Because It’s Funny
‘Ship: Monaboyd
Rating: Erm, hard PG? For innuendo. And slash, duh.
Disclaimer: Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m sure that you realize
This is not true
Summary: Billy and Dom have always just done things because they’re funny.
Feedback: Please. It makes me happy, and happy Dee writes more fic.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrpschallenge Challenge #17, Notes. Enjoy.
Billy and Dom like to do things because they’re funny. From the moment they met, they’d been BillyandDom: A comedy in one act. They work off each other to make everyone else laugh.
Sitting in a bar in LA with Elijah and Sean A, they discuss what their children would look like with utter seriousness, much to the amusement of their friends.
“They’ll all have Dom’s massive nose,” intones Billy, waving a hand in the vague direction of the aforementioned feature.
“And Billy’s pixie ears,” adds Dom.
Elijah tries--and fails--to swallow a giggle. “And the eyes? Whose eyes will they have?”
“Dom’s,” says Billy.
“Billy’s,” says Dom at the exact same time. They look at each other, then laugh. “We’ll need two,” Dom decides.
They laugh the night away, playfully poking at and touching each other. Dom thinks it would be funny to nuzzle Billy’s neck. It doesn’t, of course, mean anything, and the fact that his skin tingles and buzzes as he breathes in Billy’s scent--mingled sweat and soap and beer and something unidentifiable--is pure coincidence. It’s more likely caused by the sudden draft from the bar door opening.
Billy thinks it would be funny to kiss Dom, sliding his tongue into the blond’s mouth. It doesn’t mean anything, and the fact that his hearing suddenly goes wonky as he tastes Dom’s mouth--mingled spice and salt and beer and something unidentifiable--is pure coincidence. It’s more likely caused by the alcohol finally taking effect.
Eventually, they decide it’s time to go home. The former hobbits prepare to part ways, Sean promising to see Elijah home safely. Dom and Billy, being Dom and Billy, decide that Billy will walk Dom home. “But no goodnight kiss,” Dom informs the world at large. “I don’t kiss on a first date.”
At this, Billy smacks him upside the head, reminding him of their little floorshow at the bar, and how long they’ve already been together. Both Sean and Elijah laugh, telling them they sound like an old married couple, a sentiment with which Dom and Billy agree wholeheartedly. The four finally manage to part ways after many additional hugs.
Once Billy and Dom reach Dom’s house, they pause almost awkwardly on the porch. Both of them are having sudden flashbacks to their respective first dates, which is ridiculous because this is not a date.
The silence is beginning to cross the line from awkward to uncomfortable when Dom grins and invites Billy in, because wouldn’t it be funny if they told everyone they’d spent the night together? And Billy agrees, following his best mate upstairs.
But there’s something new in the air, like a sound that’s just on the edge of hearing, and it makes both men feel almost jumpy. There’s almost something suddenly frightening about the night, so, with many a slightly sheepish look, Billy and Dom hop into the bed.
They’re half-asleep when the rain starts. The room is suddenly colder, and the wind howls outside, screaming around Dom’s home like a banshee. So, unconsciously, they huddle together beneath the blankets for warmth and comfort and maybe something more. And with the room full of the mingling scents of Billy and Dom (sweatsoapbeerspicesalt), it somehow seems natural for their hands to slid down below boxer waistbands and find each other, seems natural to spend the night with splayed limbs intertwining and breath coming quickly in their ears.
The next morning, Dom finds that he has plenty of room to stretch widely. The golden haze floating through the curtains is more than enough to light the room and reveal that Billy is nowhere to be seen. The room is empty, with nothing to show what had happened last night, leaving him only with his fuzzy memories.
He chides himself as he walks to the bathroom. He should have known that Billy would leave come morning. Billy has a girlfriend and a life back in Scotland, and he, Dom, doesn’t figure into it, except as someone to call long distance to joke with. To do things because they were funny, because they made the world laugh.
But when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he stops, eyes widening and breath catching in his throat. On his stomach, stark black against pale flesh, is a single sentence written in Billy’s handwriting. It’s upside-down, which seems appropriate since Dom feels like he’s been turned upside-down, too. It’s easy to read what’s been written because, unlike Dom--whose writing skills have been compared to drunken chicken scratch--Billy’s handwriting is neat and careful.
"It’s not so funny anymore, is it?" – Billy
Cross-posted to my journal.
‘Ship: Monaboyd
Rating: Erm, hard PG? For innuendo. And slash, duh.
Disclaimer: Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m sure that you realize
This is not true
Summary: Billy and Dom have always just done things because they’re funny.
Feedback: Please. It makes me happy, and happy Dee writes more fic.
Notes: Written for
lotrpschallenge Challenge #17, Notes. Enjoy.Billy and Dom like to do things because they’re funny. From the moment they met, they’d been BillyandDom: A comedy in one act. They work off each other to make everyone else laugh.
Sitting in a bar in LA with Elijah and Sean A, they discuss what their children would look like with utter seriousness, much to the amusement of their friends.
“They’ll all have Dom’s massive nose,” intones Billy, waving a hand in the vague direction of the aforementioned feature.
“And Billy’s pixie ears,” adds Dom.
Elijah tries--and fails--to swallow a giggle. “And the eyes? Whose eyes will they have?”
“Dom’s,” says Billy.
“Billy’s,” says Dom at the exact same time. They look at each other, then laugh. “We’ll need two,” Dom decides.
They laugh the night away, playfully poking at and touching each other. Dom thinks it would be funny to nuzzle Billy’s neck. It doesn’t, of course, mean anything, and the fact that his skin tingles and buzzes as he breathes in Billy’s scent--mingled sweat and soap and beer and something unidentifiable--is pure coincidence. It’s more likely caused by the sudden draft from the bar door opening.
Billy thinks it would be funny to kiss Dom, sliding his tongue into the blond’s mouth. It doesn’t mean anything, and the fact that his hearing suddenly goes wonky as he tastes Dom’s mouth--mingled spice and salt and beer and something unidentifiable--is pure coincidence. It’s more likely caused by the alcohol finally taking effect.
Eventually, they decide it’s time to go home. The former hobbits prepare to part ways, Sean promising to see Elijah home safely. Dom and Billy, being Dom and Billy, decide that Billy will walk Dom home. “But no goodnight kiss,” Dom informs the world at large. “I don’t kiss on a first date.”
At this, Billy smacks him upside the head, reminding him of their little floorshow at the bar, and how long they’ve already been together. Both Sean and Elijah laugh, telling them they sound like an old married couple, a sentiment with which Dom and Billy agree wholeheartedly. The four finally manage to part ways after many additional hugs.
Once Billy and Dom reach Dom’s house, they pause almost awkwardly on the porch. Both of them are having sudden flashbacks to their respective first dates, which is ridiculous because this is not a date.
The silence is beginning to cross the line from awkward to uncomfortable when Dom grins and invites Billy in, because wouldn’t it be funny if they told everyone they’d spent the night together? And Billy agrees, following his best mate upstairs.
But there’s something new in the air, like a sound that’s just on the edge of hearing, and it makes both men feel almost jumpy. There’s almost something suddenly frightening about the night, so, with many a slightly sheepish look, Billy and Dom hop into the bed.
They’re half-asleep when the rain starts. The room is suddenly colder, and the wind howls outside, screaming around Dom’s home like a banshee. So, unconsciously, they huddle together beneath the blankets for warmth and comfort and maybe something more. And with the room full of the mingling scents of Billy and Dom (sweatsoapbeerspicesalt), it somehow seems natural for their hands to slid down below boxer waistbands and find each other, seems natural to spend the night with splayed limbs intertwining and breath coming quickly in their ears.
The next morning, Dom finds that he has plenty of room to stretch widely. The golden haze floating through the curtains is more than enough to light the room and reveal that Billy is nowhere to be seen. The room is empty, with nothing to show what had happened last night, leaving him only with his fuzzy memories.
He chides himself as he walks to the bathroom. He should have known that Billy would leave come morning. Billy has a girlfriend and a life back in Scotland, and he, Dom, doesn’t figure into it, except as someone to call long distance to joke with. To do things because they were funny, because they made the world laugh.
But when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he stops, eyes widening and breath catching in his throat. On his stomach, stark black against pale flesh, is a single sentence written in Billy’s handwriting. It’s upside-down, which seems appropriate since Dom feels like he’s been turned upside-down, too. It’s easy to read what’s been written because, unlike Dom--whose writing skills have been compared to drunken chicken scratch--Billy’s handwriting is neat and careful.
"It’s not so funny anymore, is it?" – Billy
Cross-posted to my journal.
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