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Title: Beautiful
Author:

24_centuries
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: R (?)
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan are real people that I have taken and put into very fake circumstances. They have never done anything that is described in this fic. They are just used to fullfill my need for perviness.
Feedback: May cause spontaneous glomping. You have been warned. *stretches to prepare*
Author's Note: Thank you to

blue_hobbit for looking this over for me =D *hugs* All mistakes are mine, sadly. Also -- I'm not British. I may have butchered your curses if you are. Any suggestions will be most appreciated.

Dom kept his eyes focused on the dazzling green ones that belonged to the head that was currently in his lap -- more specifically, the head that belonged to the mouth that currently had a vacuum seal around his throbbing cock.

He reached his hand down and slid it into thinning, blonde hair. Those green eyes stayed locked on his as slim, dexterous fingers slid down and circled his opening. Dom breathed in and relaxed his muscles as much as he could.

A flick and a twist and Dom was slamming down onto those fingers and pushing upupup into the warm, wet mouth; coating that talented tongue with his seed.

He pulled the smaller man up to him and kissed him, eyes squeezed shut. He tasted his own bitterness and felt the lithe body on top of him grow harder.

"Fuck me."

The green-eyed man gave him a look and started to say something.

"No - don't speak. Just. Just fuck me. I need to feel you inside me."

Dom grabbed the smaller man and flipped him over and straddled his denim-clad thighs. He unbuttoned the jeans with one hand while flicking and rolling the hard as rock nipples beneath him. Dom ripped off the jeans and delighted in finding no pants underneath - just an engorged cock that was about to split him open from end to end like a pig at a roast.

"Brilliant, mate. Sodding brilliant."

Dom bent down and sucked on the man like he was a lolly. He slicked him up with the spit that still tasted like Dom and then crawled back up the lithe body and kissed him again. The green-eyed beauty rolled them so that Dom was underneath - legs spread wide, eyes locked onto his.

Dom was imagining all the ways that they could continue on from this night - as much as it hurt him to do so. He imagined them arriving at parties where they had received invitations addressed to one house and both of their names adorning the front. He imagined walking hand in hand down the red carpet of a new premiere and talking about how ridiculously in love they were. He imagined the pictures of them with eyes only for each other and smiling - always smiling.

But - he wasn't a complete sap. He imagined nights when they'd get smashed and Billy would fuck him up against a wall in the alley behind said pub. He imagined them fighting about messes and money and Dom's casual flirtations and Billy checking out every bird that walked by. He imagined the hot, sweaty, marathon fuckings that would follow said fights.

Most of all, he imagined having his best friend back -- at his side, everyday. Waking up and knowing that he'd be seeing Billy that day. That morning. That minute that his eyes opened, he'd see his Billy, snoring softly, right by his side. He would look --

"Beautiful -- you're beautiful."

"Fuck! Didn't I say not to speak?"

"What?"

Dom wiped a hand over his eyes as his fantasy came crashing down around him.

"Get dressed."

"What?"

"I said, get dressed. Then leave."

"I don't get you, man."

"Look - I told you not to speak and you did. You've ruined this for me. You didn't do your job correctly, so leave."

"You still need to pay me."

Dom threw a glare and a wad of bills at his fantasygonewrong. The man looked so much like Billy that it was scary - down to the deep green pools for eyes and the small, delicate hands. Exactly like him -- except for the accent. Fucking L.A. accent. Sounded like every other person in this fucking city - and nothing like the soft burr that he longed to hear.

"Get the fuck out of my flat."

"Whatever."

"Oh, and just for the record - everyone looks beautiful when you're about to sink your cock into them and fuck your brains out. It's all just the endorphins and adrenaline taking over your eyes and making everything look better than it is. So that the experience will be better than it actually is and you can feel like you had the fuck of your life. Even when the person isn't your type."

The hooker left before Dom finished speaking and Dom's memories recalled the scene where the scared, older man chastely kissed his younger, love struck friend on the lips and told him - "You look beautiful, Dommie." - right before he walked off to kiss his pixie-like fiancee.

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