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kitt.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 13th, 2004 04:14 am)Title: Chasing Me
Author: Mistoffelees
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Feedback: Is loved
Disclaimer: It's not true. They belong to their agents, I belong to my Visa bill, if you want to sue me, then get in line.
Summary: When Dominic turns thirty, he finds that he can't stand being in the same place any longer.
A/N: The title is taken from a Korn album, because I couldn't think of anything on my own. Hasn't been beta'd because I don't have one, am thinking about adopting one though, seeing as this is my second story in as many weeks.
Dom stared out at the rain wet streets, longing for something. He wasn't sure what, and it was beginning to aggravate him. He gave an annoyed sigh and turned back to the newspaper on the table in front of him.
His eyes refused to move past the date on the paper.
December 8th, 2006.
He hadn't been able to read the rest of the paper that morning. He just stared at the date.
Thirty, he thought with some amount of wonder, today I'm thirty.
He turned back to the rain splattered window. It looked the same as it had a moment ago. The deluge hadn't slowed. Always the same. Even if the sun had suddenly come out, it still would have been the same. Nothing ever changed here, and it was slowly driving Dom mad.
I have to get out of here, he thought wildly. I have to go somewhere different, somewhere... away. He grabbed his jacket, keys and wallet off the couch in the living room. Just as he was shutting the door, the phone rang.
"Sorry, you're too late..." He whispered to nobody in particular as he slammed the door with some finality and turned his key in the lock. His cell phone sat, forgotten and unwanted, on the table next to the morning paper. When it eventually rang, there was nobody there to hear it.
-----
Two weeks later...
Billy bolted in the door, leaving it wide open, trying to reach the phone before it quit ringing.
"I'm here, I'm coming, don't hang up!" He yelled uselessly at the phone as he dashed across the room. "'Lo?" He said as he grabbed the phone from it's perch on the counter.
"Billy? Hey man, it's Elijah."
"Lij! Hey, how are you? What's going on?" A big grin spread across Billy's face. He hadn't heard from Elijah in nearly a month.
"Billy, um, this is going to sound real weird man, but have you heard from Dominic recently?" That was when Billy realized just how tired and upset Elijah sounded.
"No, I tried to call him on his birthday a couple weeks ago, but he didn't answer," Billy frowned, "What's going on Lij?"
"I, well," Elijah actually sounded fidgety over the phone, "Nobody's heard from him Bill. Not since his birthday. Nobody knows where he's at. It's really weird. He even missed an audition that he's been gearing up for. That's not like him."
"No, it's not." Billy couldn't think of anything very comforting to say. "I might have an idea of where he's at though. I'm going to check it out and I'll get back to you if I come across him, okay?"
Elijah sighed with relief. "Thanks Bill."
They said their good byes and hung up. Billy headed for the living room, grabbing a beer from the fridge on the way. Oh, he had an idea of where Dominic was all right. And if he did find Dom there, the man better have some damn good explanations for why he was willing to make his friends and family worry about him.
Billy flopped on the couch and sipped at his beer. He'd talked to Dom a couple days before his birthday, just catching up. He remembered that Dom had sounded upset, and had mentioned the age thing several times in the conversation. Billy had simply brushed it off at the time, certain that his friend would get over it once the birthday had passed and he realized that being thirty was no different then being twenty nine.
Apparently he'd been wrong.
"I don't like being wrong Dommie, you arse," he whispered to his bottle of beer, "You're in so much trouble when I find you."
And with that, Billy phoned his travel agent. It was time to find his best friend and give him a good kick.
----
New Zealand was hotter then hell, the day Billy Boyd flew in. The hot, sticky weather didn't improve his disposition at all. It just made him more angry with Dom for running off in the first place, and setting him on this trek.
Normally, Billy loved New Zealand.
Usually, he enjoyed every moment spent in the country.
Eventually, he planned on buying some property there.
Right at this particular moment though, he was miserable, irate, and not enjoying any of it.
He turned the rental car down a side street. He was driving so automatically that it was as if he'd never really been away at all. Years could go by, and had, and he would always know his way around this town. They'd all called it home for only a couple years at most, but it had ingrained itself into all of their memories.
As he pulled into the parking lot by the beach, he couldn't suppress a happy sigh at the sight of the waves crashing onto shore. He promised himself that if he had time, he'd be surfing those very waves. It would relax him at least. Too bad he didn't have time to catch a few before finding Dom, it might increase his friends life span if Billy could have taken some of his energy and anger out on the sea.
He locked the car door and started down the steps to the beach. It was bright and sunny, with just the right amount of wind. A perfect day for surfing. A perfect day for the beach. Billy found his mood shifting without his approval. He was tired, jet lagged, and in desperate need of a shower and change of clothes. But the weather was so perfect, and the sea so beautiful. He couldn't stop the wistful smile that crossed his face.
When he finally found Dominic, sitting on a rock in the cutoff denim shorts that were all the rage these days, the last of Billy's anger dissipated. Dom was hunched over, writing something in a notebook. Billy just stood and watched him for a moment, feeling like he wasn't even there at all. Dom was in his own world of sea and sand and beauty, Billy was just an interloper in that world. A bystander who shouldn't have been allowed.
Billy shook his head to rid himself of the thought, and approached his friend quietly. Sneaking up behind him on the rocks, refusing to give himself away. As soon as he was close enough, he reached around Dom and grabbed the pen from his hand.
Dominic whipped around in shock. "What..." The question died on his lips as he saw who was crouching less then a foot from him.
"You are a complete and total fucking cunt, Dominic Monaghan." Billy had intended to say it with at least a hint of the anger and confusion he'd felt since Elijah had called him. Instead, he found himself grinning at Dom, just like always.
"Billy," Dom whispered in amazement, then a smile spread across his face as the truth hit home, "Billy!" And with that, he launched himself from where he was sitting and tackled his friend to the ground.
They hit the sand with an audible "Oomph!" as the air rushed out of Billy's lungs.
"Jesus Dom, give a guy some warning next time," Billy grinned up at his friend from where he lay, startled but happy. "You going to let me up anytime soon?"
Dom appeared to consider this for a moment before smiling down at his best friend, "No, definitely not. You're far more comfortable then that bloody rock."
Billy smiled for a moment longer, but as he looked up at Dom he remembered why he'd come halfway around the world. Dominic was supposed to be having some sort of crisis, wasn't he? He'd left without a word, never called anyone, put everyone through so much worry. And yet here he was, straddling Billy and grinning like the cat who got the cream.
"What?" Dom watched as his friend frowned at him thoughtfully, "What's wrong?"
"Everybody's really worried about you, you know." Billy said slowly. His hands rose from the ground before he could stop them, he wasn't sure what to do with them, so he rested them on top of Dom's thighs. Billy realized how intimate the gesture was, but he just wanted to touch his friend and make sure this was real, make sure Dom was real. He'd been so angry, but he'd also been worried that he wouldn't find Dom here.
Dom sighed but kept smiling down at Billy, his eyes shining, "I know. I thought about calling Lij or mum, or somebody, a dozen times."
"But you didn't."
"No, I didn't. I wanted to get away from everything. I had to get away from everything. I needed to think for a while, that's all. I would have called to let everyone know I was okay after a couple weeks, if nobody had come looking for me," at this his smile grew wider, "But I knew you'd find me Bills. You always know what I'm thinking."
Billy was still prone on his back with Dom straddling his waist. Sand was starting to work it's way into uncomfortable places, and he rather wished that they could be having this conversation somewhere more pleasant, like the middle of the antarctic. "Yeah, well, it's been over two weeks since anybody's heard from you Dommie. And what you're thinking right at this moment is that you'd really like to let me up."
"Has it been two weeks already?" Dom sounded honestly surprised at this, "Wow, time flies. And you're wrong about that last bit. Here I thought you knew me so well. I have absolutely no intention of letting you up Mr. Boyd. You stole my pen, and I owe you for that." A dangerous look crossed Dom's face, and Billy started to squirm.
"Dom, Dommie, no, don't you dare..." Billy's plea trailed off as Dom's hand slowly reached towards his ribs. Before Billy could do anything more then whimper, Dom was tickling him mercilessly. And they were both laughing. "No, stop, please!" Billy gasped out between fits of giggles, still struggling to get away from Dominic.
"Not on your life!" Dom yelled happily.
Eventually the attack subsided, and as Billy lay there gasping for breath, Dom did something that Billy couldn't have foreseen.
Dom leaned down and kissed him.
Billy stopped breathing all together. He felt Dom's lips pressed lightly to his own. Dom's body a heavy, but somehow comforting, weight above him. Dom's bare thighs, warm under his hands. When had he put his hands on Dom's thighs again? Billy didn't know, and he stopped caring as soon as Dom's tongue swept lightly across his lips, asking permission. Billy opened his mouth without a thought, and the kiss became something entirely new as Dom's tongue teased across his own.
They broke apart a moment later, both breathing heavily. Dom only pulled his mouth away a fraction, and Billy's eyesight swam as he tried to focus on Dom's eyes, so close to his own.
"Dommie..." Billy whispered, unsure of what he was going to say.
Dom smiled and pressed another light kiss to Billy's mouth before standing up and helping his friend to his feet.
When they were both standing, Dom didn't let go of Billy's hand. "C'mon Bills," he said as he dragged his friend toward the lot. "You look like hell man. Did you get any sleep before you came looking for me?"
"I, what?" Billy stammered, "No, no I just got off the plane."
"In that case, you can get some rest, and I'll make us some supper." Dom said happily as he unlocked the door to an unfamiliar car.
"Wait, my car..." Billy tried to pull away.
Dom yanked on his friend's hand and pulled Billy flush against him, "We'll come back for it later." He whispered as he kissed Billy again before ushering him into the passenger seat of the car.
Billy went without a word of protest.
The ride back to Dom's place was uneventful, if you didn't include their fingers being entwined for pretty much the entire trip. Which Billy was trying not to include, or think about, or analyze.
Oh god, he kissed me, Billy thought for about the thousandth time, and I kissed him back. What's going on?
They pulled into the drive of an unfamiliar house and Dom pulled his hand away from Billy's to shut off the engine.
As they entered the house Dom pointed Billy to the different rooms. "Kitchen is through there, down the hall to your left for the bathroom, bedroom is across the hall. Why don't you go take a shower first, then get some rest? I don't want sand in my bed."
"I, what?" Billy was getting really sick of stammering every sentence into a question. Maybe the sun on the beach had fried a few of his brain cells? Maybe it was something else...
"Shower, bed, in that order. There's a towel on the rack," and with that, Dom was propelling him down the hall. "I'm going to make some supper."
And then, Billy was alone in the bathroom.
"I... what?" Billy said to the towel rack.
Author: Mistoffelees
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Feedback: Is loved
Disclaimer: It's not true. They belong to their agents, I belong to my Visa bill, if you want to sue me, then get in line.
Summary: When Dominic turns thirty, he finds that he can't stand being in the same place any longer.
A/N: The title is taken from a Korn album, because I couldn't think of anything on my own. Hasn't been beta'd because I don't have one, am thinking about adopting one though, seeing as this is my second story in as many weeks.
Dom stared out at the rain wet streets, longing for something. He wasn't sure what, and it was beginning to aggravate him. He gave an annoyed sigh and turned back to the newspaper on the table in front of him.
His eyes refused to move past the date on the paper.
December 8th, 2006.
He hadn't been able to read the rest of the paper that morning. He just stared at the date.
Thirty, he thought with some amount of wonder, today I'm thirty.
He turned back to the rain splattered window. It looked the same as it had a moment ago. The deluge hadn't slowed. Always the same. Even if the sun had suddenly come out, it still would have been the same. Nothing ever changed here, and it was slowly driving Dom mad.
I have to get out of here, he thought wildly. I have to go somewhere different, somewhere... away. He grabbed his jacket, keys and wallet off the couch in the living room. Just as he was shutting the door, the phone rang.
"Sorry, you're too late..." He whispered to nobody in particular as he slammed the door with some finality and turned his key in the lock. His cell phone sat, forgotten and unwanted, on the table next to the morning paper. When it eventually rang, there was nobody there to hear it.
-----
Two weeks later...
Billy bolted in the door, leaving it wide open, trying to reach the phone before it quit ringing.
"I'm here, I'm coming, don't hang up!" He yelled uselessly at the phone as he dashed across the room. "'Lo?" He said as he grabbed the phone from it's perch on the counter.
"Billy? Hey man, it's Elijah."
"Lij! Hey, how are you? What's going on?" A big grin spread across Billy's face. He hadn't heard from Elijah in nearly a month.
"Billy, um, this is going to sound real weird man, but have you heard from Dominic recently?" That was when Billy realized just how tired and upset Elijah sounded.
"No, I tried to call him on his birthday a couple weeks ago, but he didn't answer," Billy frowned, "What's going on Lij?"
"I, well," Elijah actually sounded fidgety over the phone, "Nobody's heard from him Bill. Not since his birthday. Nobody knows where he's at. It's really weird. He even missed an audition that he's been gearing up for. That's not like him."
"No, it's not." Billy couldn't think of anything very comforting to say. "I might have an idea of where he's at though. I'm going to check it out and I'll get back to you if I come across him, okay?"
Elijah sighed with relief. "Thanks Bill."
They said their good byes and hung up. Billy headed for the living room, grabbing a beer from the fridge on the way. Oh, he had an idea of where Dominic was all right. And if he did find Dom there, the man better have some damn good explanations for why he was willing to make his friends and family worry about him.
Billy flopped on the couch and sipped at his beer. He'd talked to Dom a couple days before his birthday, just catching up. He remembered that Dom had sounded upset, and had mentioned the age thing several times in the conversation. Billy had simply brushed it off at the time, certain that his friend would get over it once the birthday had passed and he realized that being thirty was no different then being twenty nine.
Apparently he'd been wrong.
"I don't like being wrong Dommie, you arse," he whispered to his bottle of beer, "You're in so much trouble when I find you."
And with that, Billy phoned his travel agent. It was time to find his best friend and give him a good kick.
----
New Zealand was hotter then hell, the day Billy Boyd flew in. The hot, sticky weather didn't improve his disposition at all. It just made him more angry with Dom for running off in the first place, and setting him on this trek.
Normally, Billy loved New Zealand.
Usually, he enjoyed every moment spent in the country.
Eventually, he planned on buying some property there.
Right at this particular moment though, he was miserable, irate, and not enjoying any of it.
He turned the rental car down a side street. He was driving so automatically that it was as if he'd never really been away at all. Years could go by, and had, and he would always know his way around this town. They'd all called it home for only a couple years at most, but it had ingrained itself into all of their memories.
As he pulled into the parking lot by the beach, he couldn't suppress a happy sigh at the sight of the waves crashing onto shore. He promised himself that if he had time, he'd be surfing those very waves. It would relax him at least. Too bad he didn't have time to catch a few before finding Dom, it might increase his friends life span if Billy could have taken some of his energy and anger out on the sea.
He locked the car door and started down the steps to the beach. It was bright and sunny, with just the right amount of wind. A perfect day for surfing. A perfect day for the beach. Billy found his mood shifting without his approval. He was tired, jet lagged, and in desperate need of a shower and change of clothes. But the weather was so perfect, and the sea so beautiful. He couldn't stop the wistful smile that crossed his face.
When he finally found Dominic, sitting on a rock in the cutoff denim shorts that were all the rage these days, the last of Billy's anger dissipated. Dom was hunched over, writing something in a notebook. Billy just stood and watched him for a moment, feeling like he wasn't even there at all. Dom was in his own world of sea and sand and beauty, Billy was just an interloper in that world. A bystander who shouldn't have been allowed.
Billy shook his head to rid himself of the thought, and approached his friend quietly. Sneaking up behind him on the rocks, refusing to give himself away. As soon as he was close enough, he reached around Dom and grabbed the pen from his hand.
Dominic whipped around in shock. "What..." The question died on his lips as he saw who was crouching less then a foot from him.
"You are a complete and total fucking cunt, Dominic Monaghan." Billy had intended to say it with at least a hint of the anger and confusion he'd felt since Elijah had called him. Instead, he found himself grinning at Dom, just like always.
"Billy," Dom whispered in amazement, then a smile spread across his face as the truth hit home, "Billy!" And with that, he launched himself from where he was sitting and tackled his friend to the ground.
They hit the sand with an audible "Oomph!" as the air rushed out of Billy's lungs.
"Jesus Dom, give a guy some warning next time," Billy grinned up at his friend from where he lay, startled but happy. "You going to let me up anytime soon?"
Dom appeared to consider this for a moment before smiling down at his best friend, "No, definitely not. You're far more comfortable then that bloody rock."
Billy smiled for a moment longer, but as he looked up at Dom he remembered why he'd come halfway around the world. Dominic was supposed to be having some sort of crisis, wasn't he? He'd left without a word, never called anyone, put everyone through so much worry. And yet here he was, straddling Billy and grinning like the cat who got the cream.
"What?" Dom watched as his friend frowned at him thoughtfully, "What's wrong?"
"Everybody's really worried about you, you know." Billy said slowly. His hands rose from the ground before he could stop them, he wasn't sure what to do with them, so he rested them on top of Dom's thighs. Billy realized how intimate the gesture was, but he just wanted to touch his friend and make sure this was real, make sure Dom was real. He'd been so angry, but he'd also been worried that he wouldn't find Dom here.
Dom sighed but kept smiling down at Billy, his eyes shining, "I know. I thought about calling Lij or mum, or somebody, a dozen times."
"But you didn't."
"No, I didn't. I wanted to get away from everything. I had to get away from everything. I needed to think for a while, that's all. I would have called to let everyone know I was okay after a couple weeks, if nobody had come looking for me," at this his smile grew wider, "But I knew you'd find me Bills. You always know what I'm thinking."
Billy was still prone on his back with Dom straddling his waist. Sand was starting to work it's way into uncomfortable places, and he rather wished that they could be having this conversation somewhere more pleasant, like the middle of the antarctic. "Yeah, well, it's been over two weeks since anybody's heard from you Dommie. And what you're thinking right at this moment is that you'd really like to let me up."
"Has it been two weeks already?" Dom sounded honestly surprised at this, "Wow, time flies. And you're wrong about that last bit. Here I thought you knew me so well. I have absolutely no intention of letting you up Mr. Boyd. You stole my pen, and I owe you for that." A dangerous look crossed Dom's face, and Billy started to squirm.
"Dom, Dommie, no, don't you dare..." Billy's plea trailed off as Dom's hand slowly reached towards his ribs. Before Billy could do anything more then whimper, Dom was tickling him mercilessly. And they were both laughing. "No, stop, please!" Billy gasped out between fits of giggles, still struggling to get away from Dominic.
"Not on your life!" Dom yelled happily.
Eventually the attack subsided, and as Billy lay there gasping for breath, Dom did something that Billy couldn't have foreseen.
Dom leaned down and kissed him.
Billy stopped breathing all together. He felt Dom's lips pressed lightly to his own. Dom's body a heavy, but somehow comforting, weight above him. Dom's bare thighs, warm under his hands. When had he put his hands on Dom's thighs again? Billy didn't know, and he stopped caring as soon as Dom's tongue swept lightly across his lips, asking permission. Billy opened his mouth without a thought, and the kiss became something entirely new as Dom's tongue teased across his own.
They broke apart a moment later, both breathing heavily. Dom only pulled his mouth away a fraction, and Billy's eyesight swam as he tried to focus on Dom's eyes, so close to his own.
"Dommie..." Billy whispered, unsure of what he was going to say.
Dom smiled and pressed another light kiss to Billy's mouth before standing up and helping his friend to his feet.
When they were both standing, Dom didn't let go of Billy's hand. "C'mon Bills," he said as he dragged his friend toward the lot. "You look like hell man. Did you get any sleep before you came looking for me?"
"I, what?" Billy stammered, "No, no I just got off the plane."
"In that case, you can get some rest, and I'll make us some supper." Dom said happily as he unlocked the door to an unfamiliar car.
"Wait, my car..." Billy tried to pull away.
Dom yanked on his friend's hand and pulled Billy flush against him, "We'll come back for it later." He whispered as he kissed Billy again before ushering him into the passenger seat of the car.
Billy went without a word of protest.
The ride back to Dom's place was uneventful, if you didn't include their fingers being entwined for pretty much the entire trip. Which Billy was trying not to include, or think about, or analyze.
Oh god, he kissed me, Billy thought for about the thousandth time, and I kissed him back. What's going on?
They pulled into the drive of an unfamiliar house and Dom pulled his hand away from Billy's to shut off the engine.
As they entered the house Dom pointed Billy to the different rooms. "Kitchen is through there, down the hall to your left for the bathroom, bedroom is across the hall. Why don't you go take a shower first, then get some rest? I don't want sand in my bed."
"I, what?" Billy was getting really sick of stammering every sentence into a question. Maybe the sun on the beach had fried a few of his brain cells? Maybe it was something else...
"Shower, bed, in that order. There's a towel on the rack," and with that, Dom was propelling him down the hall. "I'm going to make some supper."
And then, Billy was alone in the bathroom.
"I... what?" Billy said to the towel rack.
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this is cute. it's late so i can't come up with something better. but it's cute. i know u did more so i won't pout for more here...
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Warm, light, and delicious.
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I've got a thing for sap, god save me *snicker*
Thanks for reading!
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As they entered the house Dom pointed Billy to the different rooms. "Kitchen is through there, down the hall to your left for the bathroom, bedroom is across the hall. Why don't you go take a shower first, then get some rest? I don't want sand in my bed."
"I, what?" Billy was getting really sick of stammering every sentence into a question. Maybe the sun on the beach had fried a few of his brain cells? Maybe it was something else...
"Shower, bed, in that order. There's a towel on the rack," and with that, Dom was propelling him down the hall. "I'm going to make some supper."