Tour de Something-Chapter Two

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Title: Tour de Something-Chapter Two
Rating: R (language)
Pairing: BB/DM, BB/OB, mentions of SB/BB
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 ceartas. ::snogs repeatedly::

Previous Chapter:One

I'll be a bit slower in updates, school. I mean who thought in college you actually had to go to class?!

Chapter Two

Billy turned the key in the lock and stumbled into his apartment. His legs felt like rubber from the workout. He’d been training with Dom for months now and had never come home feeling like this. The Tour was in a few months and he was pushing Billy twice as hard in order to make the cut. He didn’t want to be the person that had to quit after the first day.

He half-walked, half-tripped into the living room, where he threw his keys on the coffee table and collapsed onto the couch. He buried his face in the cushion and tried to fall asleep.

Orlando woke from a sound sleep when Billy had entered the apartment. He waited for Billy to join him in bed. When he didn’t hear the door to Billy’s room open and close, he got out of bed and shuffled into the living room where he found Billy lying on the couch, tossing and turning in a vain attempt to find a comfortable position. “Hey you,” he whispered as he knelt beside Billy. “Tired?”

“Fuck you, Orli,” Billy muttered into the cushion. “M’sore.”

“Aw, my poor Pickle.” Orlando rubbed soothing circles on Billy’s back. “You shouldn’t sleep on the couch if you’re sore, Billy. Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He hauled Billy to his feet and practically carried him down to their bedrooms. “Mine or yours, Bill?”

Billy buried his face into Orlando’s neck. “Yours,” he whispered.

Orlando smiled as he kissed Billy’s forehead. “Come on, Pickle.”

Billy fell onto Orlando’s bed in a heap. He crawled up to the head of the bed and hugged a pillow to his chest. “Hmm. Why is your bed so much more comfortable?” he muttered into the pillow.

“Cause I’m in it,” Orlando said as helped Billy out of his jeans before he sat on the bed beside his roommate. He ran his hand down Billy’s leg. He could feel the tension in Billy’s calf. He roughly ran his thumb over it. “Jesus, Pickle. What did he do to you?”

“I was on that damn machine for over an hour and then I did more leg reps. I’ve never felt like this before.” Billy groaned as Orlando began to massage his calf. “Keep doing that, Orli.”

Orlando smiled. “You shouldn’t train tomorrow, Pickle. You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep this up.” He found a particularly tense area and began to knead the muscle between his fingers.

“Christ, Orli. You’re wasted as a fitness trainer. Should give massages. Fuck, that feels great. Love you, Orli. Love you,” Billy muttered as he sank deep into the mattress.

Orlando leaned over and kissed the back of Billy’s leg. “Love you, too, Pickle.” He ran his hand up Billy’s leg and back. “Love you, too.” He kissed the back of Billy’s neck. “Get some sleep.” He lay down, draped his arm over Billy’s back and closed his eyes.

Billy shifted and turned so their chests touched. He placed a soft kiss on Orlando’s lips. “You’re wonderful, Orli. Me best mate.”

Orlando tightened his grip on Billy, trying to ignore the rush of blood to the lower area of his body. The last thing Billy needed was Orlando crushing him if they had sex.

Billy chuckled as he buried his face into Orlando’s neck. “You’re...something else, I see.”

“Go to sleep, Bill.”






Billy groaned as he opened his eyes. The blinds were open causing the sun to spill into the apartment. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He got out of bed, but his legs were so strained from all the exercise that he promptly fell to the ground.

“Easy, Pickle,” Orlando said softly as he walked into the room. He put his hands under Billy’s armpits and lifted him off the ground. He settled him on the bed and chuckled. “You look exhausted, Billy.”

“M’fine. Just need to wake up.” Billy stifled a yawn. “Meeting up with Dom soon.”

Orlando shook his head. “You’re going to hurt yourself, Billy.”

“Just some light work. A jog ‘round the track. He said he knows my legs will be sore, but doing nothing is the worst thing we could do.”

“Ok, Bill, if you say so.” Orlando patted Billy on the back.

Billy caught sight of something yellow around Orlando’s wrist. He grabbed at Orlando’s arm. “What’s this? ‘Livestrong’? Wearing the band of the enemy, are you, Bloom?”

“It’s for cancer research, Boyd, so fuck off.” Orlando pulled his arm free and chuckled. “Besides, I’ll collect enough of these, and chuck ‘em at Armstrong as he rides by.” He kissed Billy quickly on the cheek. “You should shower, mate.”

“Are you saying I smell?” Billy asked as he stood up and pealed off his t-shirt.

“Bill, you exercised and trained for hours yesterday so, yes, you smell.”

Billy rolled his eyes and got into the shower. The water hitting his sore skin hurt like hell, but it soothed and relaxed him. When the water started cooling, he stepped out of the shower and got dressed. He was pulling on his trainers when Orlando came into the room.

“Dom’s here. He looks good.” Orlando leaned against the wall and smiled.

Billy tied his shoe and glared up at Orlando. “You aren’t going to stop, are you?”

“Nope!” Orlando moved and sat beside Billy. “I just think you two would be good together. You haven’t been with anyone that makes you truly happy and I want you to be happy, Billy.”

“And how to you know I’m not happy already?” Billy looked over at Orlando before kissing him quickly on the cheek. He stood up and left the room before Orlando could reply.






“Just a quick stretch, and we’ll be off, eh?” Dom said as he dumped his duffel bag onto the track just outside of the gym. “How are your legs?”

Billy groaned as he began to do some basic stretches. He bent his knee and grabbed his foot, hugging it to his back. He then did the same with his other leg. After that he sat on the ground, spread his legs and reached out for his foot. His favorite part of exercising was warming up. He liked how it made his body feel, like he could do anything, especially after a day like yesterday.

Dom mimicked most of Billy’s actions. After stretching for his feet three times, he leapt up and began to bounce on the balls of his feet. The hood of his Oxford sweatshirt hit his back each time he hit the ground. “Ready?”

Billy stood up and did a few quick arm stretches. “As I’ll ever be.”

“Let’s go.”

The pair jogged side by side around the track. Neither spoke for a lap as they tried to keep their paces the same.

“So, you and Orli, huh?” Dom said when they were halfway through their second lap.

Billy nearly tripped. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you kiss him. Knew you two were close but I thought you were still getting over Sean.”

“I am. Orli and I are friends. Best mates, even. We’re really close.”

Dom chuckled. “I’ll say. Friends with benefits right?”

Billy sighed. “S’not like that. I love him. I really do. He loves me, but not in a boyfriend kinda way, ok?”

“Alright, alright. Just asking. Didn’t mean to hit a nerve.” Dom increased his pace a bit.

It took Billy a few seconds to catch up, but soon he was ahead of Dom.

“Billy, come on. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Dom said as he caught up. “Really.”

Billy stopped and looked over at Dom. “You didn’t upset me, Dom, it’s just, me and Orli, we have this understanding. And unless you’re one of us, you...you don’t get it. He’s my closest friend and has always been there for me.”

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. Really.” Dom glanced down at his watch. “We have a few minutes if you want to take a quick ride. Nice and slow. Don’t want to strain you too much. Ok, Bill?”

Billy felt himself blushing under Dom’s gaze. He had to admit that after his conversation with Orlando, he’d felt a bit of attraction to Dom. “Sounds good. I love riding, even if it’s five miles followed by the most intense workout in the history of the Tour de France.”

Dom grinned and clapped Billy on the back. “Come on, mate, let’s go into the gym for a bit. Get us hydrated before we go off.” He jogged quickly towards the gym, Billy hot on his tail.

“Nice workout?” Orlando asked as the pair ran into the gym.

“Hey, Orli,” Billy panted. “Great.”

“Don’t work that leg too hard. I’m not up for giving you a massage every night.” Orlando went behind the main desk of the gym and looked over his schedule.

“It was so lovely though.” As he passed, Billy leaned over and kissed Orlando on the cheek.

“Get off, you cunt,” Orlando said with a chuckle as he playfully shoved Billy away.

“I’ll go get us some bikes, Billy. Back in a sec,” Dom said as he walked by the pair and headed toward the bike room.

“You’re riding again? I thought you weren’t.”

Billy sat himself behind the desk. “Just a slow ride. Can’t go too long without riding you know. Don’t want my body to forget what to do.”

Orlando shrugged his shoulders. “If you say so, Pickle.”

“I asked you not to call me that. Especially in front of Dom.”

Orlando chuckled. “Pickle.”

“Fucker.”

Orlando made a quick note on his schedule when he would be having lunch and sat on the desk, facing Billy. “So, you care what he thinks now? Going to ask him out?”

“Christ, Orli. Jesus.” Billy looked over his shoulder in the direction Dom had gone. “So what if I do care now? And we had this discussion yesterday. He’s my bloody trainer and he’s probably straight.”

“Who’s straight?” Sean Bean asked as he bounded up to the desk and leaned over, picking up the trainer schedule.

“Fuck, Sean. Scare the shit of out me and put that down,” Billy said, slapping Sean’s hand.

Sean chuckled. “Ok, down Boyd.” He put the schedule back down and Billy immediately moved it out of the way. “So, how’s Dom working out?”

Billy looked up at his ex-lover and smiled. “He’s great. Thank you, Sean, and I mean that.”

“Quite welcome. Glad he’s working out and I mean that. We’re still mates after all. So, who’s straight?”

“Dom,” Orlando said as he pulled an apple out his lunch bag. “I think he’s gay. Billy thinks he’s straight.”

“Maybe he’s bi,” Sean said as he reached over and took a bag of potato chips out of Orlando’s lunch bag.

“Oi, fucker. Give those back.” Orlando reached for the bag, but Sean pulled it out of his reach.

“These are not healthy, Bloom.” Sean waved the bag in front of Orlando before dropping the bag back on the desk. “So, like I was saying, maybe he’s bi. Bends both ways. Plays for both teams. Dances...”

“Fuck, Sean, you’ve made your point.” Billy looked over his shoulder just as Dom returned.

“Ready?”

“Hell, yes. Get away from these two clowns.” Billy stood up and took a helmet from Dom. “You two behave yourselves.” He pointed at Sean and Orlando. “Back in a bit,” he said as he snapped his helmet on.

Sean and Orlando waved good-bye the pair. Once they were out of sight, Sean turned to Orlando. “So, you told him?”

“Told him what?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Bloom.” Sean moved around the desk and sat in the chair Billy had vacated. “You love him. I saw it. Why do you think I didn’t fight it when I felt him pulling away? I still loved him, but, hell, Orli. Look, you have to tell him. If you don’t, you’re just setting yourself up for more pain than if he rejects you. At least then you’ll know.”

“When did you become all philosophical?”

“Last week.” Sean grabbed Orlando’s chips again, ripped open the bag, and ate a handle of chips.

“Fucker.”