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Hi...I'm new. I've been lurking around and reading the stuff here for a little while. I really admire all of the stories that are up here. I'm an uber slow writer when it comes to stories so I go months between them but here's my first ever Monaboyd fic.
Title: Wine-coolers (complete)
Rating: R
Pairing: Dom/Adele/Billy...eventually pure Monaboyd
Disclaimer: My pants are burning and I've crisped my "no-no" area.
They had met her at an art opening and they both wanted to fuck her. Lust evident in both pairs of eyes acknowledged led to a sort of game of conquest. She probably saw it too and so spent the entire three hours seducing both at the same time. She only talked to them each briefly but she acted out for them thousands of scenes of love and adoration and touching just by walking across the room a few times. Dom liked the way she wiggled her hips just so and Billy like girly way she licked her lips and dabbed at them with edge of her fingernail after she took a sip of her champagne.
“What’s your name sweetheart?” Dom had asked, mustering all that Hollywood sleaze he had learned somewhere along the line. It was probably somewhere between the end of shooting and now in which his English charm had forced him out of the running for several large contracts.
“Sorry I don’t think I caught your name.” Billy had smiled gently at her and turned on the old world charisma that magiced most girls into puddles on the floor. That charisma he had retained by staying away from Hollywood even if it meant staying away from Dom.
It was typical that this was Viggo’s idea. The artist was a cousin of his in fact, a youngish kid by the name of Dag, which came as no surprise because if he was related to Viggo he had to have some “crazy-ass” name as Dom put it early in the evening. Her name was Adele and she looked nothing like the delicate Adele both Dom and Billy pictured when they thought of that name. No, she had black hair that screamed with fury and black eyes that could break tree limbs. Dom, she thought, had eyes that could melt walls, while Billy had eyes that could slowly wear away at them until they fell to the floor. Billy was like water and Dom was like fire, the perfect opposites of each other. She had whispered it all into Viggo’s earthy ears with her airy voice and he walked his moldy walk out the door with his arm slung around her waist. Neither of them had gone home that night satisfied and Billy’s vacation to L.A. to see his buddy Dom see suddenly unfruitful.
It was on his next visit, which wasn’t a visit because it lasted five months, four of which he was working anyway and caught for an extra month by extenuating circumstances. He had been staying with Dom because once it came through the grapevine (or rather he told Viggo and Viggo told Dom) that he would be in L.A., Dom left him at least four messages offering his guest room instead of having to stay in some impersonal hotel room provided by the production company. Billy couldn’t really say no to Dom. The first week, God, they had shitloads of manly fun. They got drunk, they watched action movies, and they yelled at taxi-cabs. But, Dom got bored, as he easily does and wanted to do something else.
Viggo had called, told them to drop in whenever they wanted. They did. They came bearing a bottle of wine and some native British food (schoolboy cookies and the like) and you can guess who wanted to bring what. Stupidly, they forgot that dropping in on Viggo was a horrible and utterly idiotic idea because Viggo could be doing God knows what at any time of the day during the week. And that evening he happened to be taking photographs of an almost entirely naked Adele. He seemed to have procured an old brass bath tub from his basement (Dom didn’t want to ask and Billy didn’t need to). He had piled pillows into the bottom so that when Adele on her side, it was possible to see three-quarters of her body, all raging physicality. Her hair was flung around like mad and the only thing that was covering her was a turquoise cloth spread “artfully” over her “no-no” areas. Viggo ushered them out of the room without any embarrassment and winked back at the smirking woman in front of his camera.
Billy needed to get sozzled. Dom only felt the desire to slink closer to Adele when she finally entered the room. They had some scintillating conversation or Adele and Viggo did, Billy and Dom drooled quite a lot. But Dom had been feeling philosophical and managed to make her smile indulgently and Billy had woken up in a philandering mood and made her tip her head to the side and blink in amazement.
“It’s odd isn’t it, that when you look it to someone’s eyes, you’re looking into what they’re seeing?” Dom had inquired.
“Perhaps you could make it a series of photos, Vig. Call it, The Beautiful Women who Step into My Apartment.” Billy had wiggled his eyebrows when he said it and Dom had scolded him gently.
She went home with both of them that night. They had all clambered into the same bed and Billy and Dom, Dom and Billy, touched each other through her. Dom’s hand on her back and Billy hand on her stomach, it was almost like they were holding hands, not that they ever intended it to be that way. There were hours of gyrations and moans and kisses and heat and they all woke up exhausted. It was the beginning of the end of sanity. She got stuck there somehow for the next three days and each night after Billy came back from shooting they would all climb back into that bed and touch and kiss and oh oh oh. It was indescribable, so alluring and mind-boggling and probably unhealthy. Not that any of them cared. They were a little too young and a little too lost to care.
She would only fuck them separately as long as she got to fuck the other within a few hours. She insisted on keeping the score even, so that no one got jealous. She had done this before, only it was her and this other girl and Viggo's cousin, Dag. The other girl and Dag got really involved and one day she had just gotten up and left. She took the other girl's black dress and her floral skirt and left. Billy asked her if it was the skirt she was wearing now. Dom asked if the black dress was the one she wore to the art opening. She told Dom she wanted to remind Dag of his failed conquest. He and the other girl had broken up three months later over artistic differences. Dom laughed until his stomach hurt and Billy snorted and then giggled softly.
After a while she sort of just started to live at Dom's apartment. Her stuff just sort of accumulated there. Dom and Billy knew she was becoming a permanent guest when they did loads of laundry with her clothes in it. She found them one weekday evening tossing about her bra, the red lacy one she always wore with the black dress, claiming to be having a lingerie fight because they couldn't have a snowball fight.
"It's too hot in L.A. to have snowball fight even in December." Billy stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"It's too fake in L.A. to have anything but sunshine and plastic boobs." Dom corrected him.
The fucking had gotten majorly hardcore. They started to tie each other up. Experiment with ways they touched each other. Dom asked Adele to do something with her tits she had never ever done before and Billy had asked her do something with her mouth she had done a lot but not something she offered on a regular basis. And when her full focus was on one of the boys they eye-fucked each other, though neither of them would admit it. Dom sent hot, firey waves of passion boring into Billy's head and Billy sent liquid beams of desire that wrapped themselves around Dom's entirety. After these certain encounters Billy and Dom were both exhausted and Adele would smirk because she knew, oh did she ever know.
Billy stayed that extra month for her, or so he said. By the time shooting was finished, he and Dom had begun touching each other without her in the middle, you know a stroke here, a dragging finger there. For Adele's amusement they had kissed, she had forced them into it, demanding them to kiss, and they both kind of liked it. But after it was over they both turned their attentions back to her, Dom with his hand on her ass and Billy sucking her collar bone. Then for some bizarre reason she stopped having sex with them all together. Oh sure, she would hang around and do the very same seductive dance she had done when they first met, but no sex. It was all Princess Iolanthe or something.
"Aw what the fuck." Dom muttered as he forced Billy up against the wall, grinding into him, with those fire eyes and his crackling, burning love.
"God, Dom, don't stop, not ever." Billy conceded, his tongue wrapping fluidly around Dom's. And that was the end of that.
The woke up the next morning, satiated in a way that Adele couldn't bring to the table, to find a note stuck to the headboard above them. On it were taped to condoms, one red, one blue, and it read:
"Glad you cunts finally came to your senses. It took you long enough. I figure you probably won't need these because you'll probably be glued to each other's cocks and never think about any other human being again, but you can always make wedding rings out of them. Love, Cupid"
"We were kind of stupid I guess."
"I love you too Dom."
Title: Wine-coolers (complete)
Rating: R
Pairing: Dom/Adele/Billy...eventually pure Monaboyd
Disclaimer: My pants are burning and I've crisped my "no-no" area.
They had met her at an art opening and they both wanted to fuck her. Lust evident in both pairs of eyes acknowledged led to a sort of game of conquest. She probably saw it too and so spent the entire three hours seducing both at the same time. She only talked to them each briefly but she acted out for them thousands of scenes of love and adoration and touching just by walking across the room a few times. Dom liked the way she wiggled her hips just so and Billy like girly way she licked her lips and dabbed at them with edge of her fingernail after she took a sip of her champagne.
“What’s your name sweetheart?” Dom had asked, mustering all that Hollywood sleaze he had learned somewhere along the line. It was probably somewhere between the end of shooting and now in which his English charm had forced him out of the running for several large contracts.
“Sorry I don’t think I caught your name.” Billy had smiled gently at her and turned on the old world charisma that magiced most girls into puddles on the floor. That charisma he had retained by staying away from Hollywood even if it meant staying away from Dom.
It was typical that this was Viggo’s idea. The artist was a cousin of his in fact, a youngish kid by the name of Dag, which came as no surprise because if he was related to Viggo he had to have some “crazy-ass” name as Dom put it early in the evening. Her name was Adele and she looked nothing like the delicate Adele both Dom and Billy pictured when they thought of that name. No, she had black hair that screamed with fury and black eyes that could break tree limbs. Dom, she thought, had eyes that could melt walls, while Billy had eyes that could slowly wear away at them until they fell to the floor. Billy was like water and Dom was like fire, the perfect opposites of each other. She had whispered it all into Viggo’s earthy ears with her airy voice and he walked his moldy walk out the door with his arm slung around her waist. Neither of them had gone home that night satisfied and Billy’s vacation to L.A. to see his buddy Dom see suddenly unfruitful.
It was on his next visit, which wasn’t a visit because it lasted five months, four of which he was working anyway and caught for an extra month by extenuating circumstances. He had been staying with Dom because once it came through the grapevine (or rather he told Viggo and Viggo told Dom) that he would be in L.A., Dom left him at least four messages offering his guest room instead of having to stay in some impersonal hotel room provided by the production company. Billy couldn’t really say no to Dom. The first week, God, they had shitloads of manly fun. They got drunk, they watched action movies, and they yelled at taxi-cabs. But, Dom got bored, as he easily does and wanted to do something else.
Viggo had called, told them to drop in whenever they wanted. They did. They came bearing a bottle of wine and some native British food (schoolboy cookies and the like) and you can guess who wanted to bring what. Stupidly, they forgot that dropping in on Viggo was a horrible and utterly idiotic idea because Viggo could be doing God knows what at any time of the day during the week. And that evening he happened to be taking photographs of an almost entirely naked Adele. He seemed to have procured an old brass bath tub from his basement (Dom didn’t want to ask and Billy didn’t need to). He had piled pillows into the bottom so that when Adele on her side, it was possible to see three-quarters of her body, all raging physicality. Her hair was flung around like mad and the only thing that was covering her was a turquoise cloth spread “artfully” over her “no-no” areas. Viggo ushered them out of the room without any embarrassment and winked back at the smirking woman in front of his camera.
Billy needed to get sozzled. Dom only felt the desire to slink closer to Adele when she finally entered the room. They had some scintillating conversation or Adele and Viggo did, Billy and Dom drooled quite a lot. But Dom had been feeling philosophical and managed to make her smile indulgently and Billy had woken up in a philandering mood and made her tip her head to the side and blink in amazement.
“It’s odd isn’t it, that when you look it to someone’s eyes, you’re looking into what they’re seeing?” Dom had inquired.
“Perhaps you could make it a series of photos, Vig. Call it, The Beautiful Women who Step into My Apartment.” Billy had wiggled his eyebrows when he said it and Dom had scolded him gently.
She went home with both of them that night. They had all clambered into the same bed and Billy and Dom, Dom and Billy, touched each other through her. Dom’s hand on her back and Billy hand on her stomach, it was almost like they were holding hands, not that they ever intended it to be that way. There were hours of gyrations and moans and kisses and heat and they all woke up exhausted. It was the beginning of the end of sanity. She got stuck there somehow for the next three days and each night after Billy came back from shooting they would all climb back into that bed and touch and kiss and oh oh oh. It was indescribable, so alluring and mind-boggling and probably unhealthy. Not that any of them cared. They were a little too young and a little too lost to care.
She would only fuck them separately as long as she got to fuck the other within a few hours. She insisted on keeping the score even, so that no one got jealous. She had done this before, only it was her and this other girl and Viggo's cousin, Dag. The other girl and Dag got really involved and one day she had just gotten up and left. She took the other girl's black dress and her floral skirt and left. Billy asked her if it was the skirt she was wearing now. Dom asked if the black dress was the one she wore to the art opening. She told Dom she wanted to remind Dag of his failed conquest. He and the other girl had broken up three months later over artistic differences. Dom laughed until his stomach hurt and Billy snorted and then giggled softly.
After a while she sort of just started to live at Dom's apartment. Her stuff just sort of accumulated there. Dom and Billy knew she was becoming a permanent guest when they did loads of laundry with her clothes in it. She found them one weekday evening tossing about her bra, the red lacy one she always wore with the black dress, claiming to be having a lingerie fight because they couldn't have a snowball fight.
"It's too hot in L.A. to have snowball fight even in December." Billy stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"It's too fake in L.A. to have anything but sunshine and plastic boobs." Dom corrected him.
The fucking had gotten majorly hardcore. They started to tie each other up. Experiment with ways they touched each other. Dom asked Adele to do something with her tits she had never ever done before and Billy had asked her do something with her mouth she had done a lot but not something she offered on a regular basis. And when her full focus was on one of the boys they eye-fucked each other, though neither of them would admit it. Dom sent hot, firey waves of passion boring into Billy's head and Billy sent liquid beams of desire that wrapped themselves around Dom's entirety. After these certain encounters Billy and Dom were both exhausted and Adele would smirk because she knew, oh did she ever know.
Billy stayed that extra month for her, or so he said. By the time shooting was finished, he and Dom had begun touching each other without her in the middle, you know a stroke here, a dragging finger there. For Adele's amusement they had kissed, she had forced them into it, demanding them to kiss, and they both kind of liked it. But after it was over they both turned their attentions back to her, Dom with his hand on her ass and Billy sucking her collar bone. Then for some bizarre reason she stopped having sex with them all together. Oh sure, she would hang around and do the very same seductive dance she had done when they first met, but no sex. It was all Princess Iolanthe or something.
"Aw what the fuck." Dom muttered as he forced Billy up against the wall, grinding into him, with those fire eyes and his crackling, burning love.
"God, Dom, don't stop, not ever." Billy conceded, his tongue wrapping fluidly around Dom's. And that was the end of that.
The woke up the next morning, satiated in a way that Adele couldn't bring to the table, to find a note stuck to the headboard above them. On it were taped to condoms, one red, one blue, and it read:
"Glad you cunts finally came to your senses. It took you long enough. I figure you probably won't need these because you'll probably be glued to each other's cocks and never think about any other human being again, but you can always make wedding rings out of them. Love, Cupid"
"We were kind of stupid I guess."
"I love you too Dom."
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"It’s odd isn’t it, that when you look it to someone’s eyes, you’re looking into what they’re seeing?” Dom had inquired.
That made me think of John Donne. "and drove into the glasses of your eyes and so made such mirrors and such spies that they did all to you epitomize."
She took the other girl's black dress and her floral skirt and left. Billy asked her if it was the skirt she was wearing now. Dom asked if the black dress was the one she wore to the art opening.
That just made me laugh my ass off. Nice job!
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Seriously, I loved this story. Funny, hot, monaboyd, bliss.
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Go ahead friend me! And you can totally follow me into the after life or have my babies or write me poetry too, if you want.
And I have another story on the way methinks.
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That seriously made me laugh so hard, my head hit my desk. No kidding. Just the images that dance through my mind with this...Oh, Jesus.
"We were kind of stupid I guess."
"I love you too Dom."
Another laughing moment. This story was hilarious and hot at the same time. Kudos to you.
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Totally hot.
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I feel like friending you. Can I?
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This was so fucking good =D I didn't even get squicked at the het parts =D =D
"Aw what the fuck." Dom muttered as he forced Billy up against the wall, grinding into him, with those fire eyes and his crackling, burning love.
"God, Dom, don't stop, not ever." Billy conceded, his tongue wrapping fluidly around Dom's. And that was the end of that.
Wheeeeeee! *claps hands*
This is superb! Thanks for sharing =D
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thanks for the comments.
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"Sorry I don't think I caught your name." Billy had smiled gently at her and turned on the old world charisma that magiced most girls into puddles on the floor. That charisma he had retained by staying away from Hollywood even if it meant staying away from Dom.
Guh. ... Guh. I really love that comparison, that slight nod to what location/stability can sometimes do. ♥ I just.... yeah.
He seemed to have procured an old brass bath tub from his basement (Dom didn't want to ask and Billy didn't need to).
And heh. *amused*
Humorous, hot, and enjoyed. =) (I stabbed at alliteration but couldn't make it happen. XD)
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p.s. the brass bath tub story is inspired by actual events.
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*adds to memories*
Lovely.
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