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shellies.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Oct. 3rd, 2003 08:55 pm)Title: Impulse (part three)
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: This chapter PG-13. Series will vary up to NC-17.
Summary: AU taking place at Stanford University.
Archive: Little Things
Disclaimer: When Billy Boyd was 30, he was in New Zealand. So, clearly, I made this up.
Notes: The fraternity is fictional. I picked a Greek letter randomly. Many, many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aelane for the beta!
Takes place one week after Part Two
(part one) and (part two)
The first big Sigma party of the semester was tonight—it had some ridiculous name like the Sigma Social or Sigma Soirée or something equally alliterative that Billy got wrong every time he said it. Billy checked himself in the mirror one more time before turning off the lights and leaving his bedroom. He vaguely wondered why he cared how he looked, anyway? It wasn’t as though he was looking to pick up some young sorority girl who was born over a decade after him.
Needless to say, he was not looking forward to this party.
He knew that his job as house monitor required him to be in the house during all parties, just in case someone got out of hand, whatever that meant. Billy was a bit apprehensive of this prospect. The last thing he needed was some kid overdosing or getting beat up or catching on fire or something. Or maybe he was just a little on edge.
Billy hadn’t seen or talked to Dom since he had walked out of Billy’s room a week ago. It was pretty impressive, considering they lived down the hall from each other, but Billy was nothing if not determined. And boy, was he determined to avoid Dominic.
But as much as Billy had successfully avoided Dom physically, mentally he had been haunted.
The look on Dom’s face when he had walked out of his room was burned in Billy’s memory. It had been the look of rejection. Utter and unexpected rejection. He probably thought Billy had been playing with him the whole time—that he had never wanted him in the first place. That was so very far from the truth, and it made Billy feel like a bastard.
When Billy wasn’t obsessing over this, he was haunted by another image—the look of pure lust as Dom had moved over him. The feel of his mouth, his hands. It was everything Billy wanted and everything he couldn’t have.
Billy sighed as he headed downstairs to the festivities. Most of the fraternity was there, though there weren’t many guests yet. In the corner of the living room was Dominic. He looked…amazing in leather pants—he was wearing leather fucking pants. It was then that Billy knew just how much his night was going to suck.
Four hours later, Billy had spoken to nearly every Sigma brother at the party save Dom and about thirty different little sorority girls who wore next to nothing and flirted shamelessly with him. Probably all freshmen, not that Billy really cared. If he were in better spirits, it would have amused him. As it were, it only further annoyed him. He checked his watch for the thousandth time and wondered when he would be able to just go to bed.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dom. He was chatting with some younger boys, most likely boys looking to rush Sigma. He was also very, very drunk. Billy had been paying close attention to this all evening—the amount of liquor that boy consumed was alarming.
But if Billy were honest with himself, he would admit that he was less concerned and more jealous. Dom had been hanging all over one of the younger boys for the better portion of an hour, a small fellow with blue eyes that could knock someone dead. And said boy was hanging back quite comfortably.
Billy moved around the room, trying to pretend he wasn’t looking, but the whole room probably knew he was. Dom pulled the boy close, said something into his ear, and they both laughed. As Dom raised his head, he met Billy’s eyes.
This would be the part of the evening where Billy was supposed to storm out of the party, hurt and betrayed, and Dom would follow him. Then they would reconcile in the most imaginative of ways.
As it was, Dom tightened his arm around the blue-eyed boy’s shoulders, and they both went up the stairs.
Billy wasn’t quite sure how, but he survived his first fraternity party. When the party had died down enough that Billy didn’t feel the need to monitor anymore, he had swiped a bottle of rum and gone to his room.
But no matter how much he drank, it couldn’t drown the sounds of sex from down the hall. He awoke the next morning with a hang over—his first in years.
Trudging to the bathroom, Billy showered quickly, intent on grabbing some strong coffee and locking himself in his room. His behavioral disorders paper was still a blank screen and the idea of dealing with anyone today was very, very unappealing.
“Hullo, Billy.”
But apparently, the fates hated him, because there stood Dom. Shirtless, sleep-rumpled Dom, still wearing his leather pants.
“Hey,” Billy said softly. “How did you sleep in those pants?”
“I didn’t, just put them back on to piss,” Dom replied. Oh. Right.
“Right. I, um. I heard. Where’s your friend?”
“He had to go.” Dom’s look was challenging, but Billy’s seven years of psych courses weren’t for nothing—he could tell Dom’s defiance was based in hurt. “What, you care now?”
“I always cared, Dom.” And damn that psychology for teaching him be open.
“Funny, that wasn’t your story last week.”
Billy sighed. Damn it all to hell. “I lied, Dom. What I said—it was a lie.”
Dom’s expression changed from defiant to confused. “Why? What did I do?”
“Nothing! Nothing you—Dom, I’m your house monitor. Your broke, otherwise homeless house monitor. I can’t, I just can’t.”
“That’s why? Shite, Billy, no one here cares. You’re the only one here who has the power to get someone in trouble.”
Billy knew that wasn’t entirely true. All it would take was one unhappy Sigma who didn’t approve of Billy and Dom to go straight to the Dean, and he would be gone. However. Dom was standing there, lips in a pout, half-naked and clad in leather—so when Dom took his hand and pulled him close, he didn’t resist.
Dom’s kiss tasted even better than Billy remembered. Billy’s lips moved against Dom’s, pliant and willing to let Dom take the lead.
Dom’s hands moved up and down Billy’s body, settling on the towel he had wrapped around his waist after his shower. It was only then that Billy realized his own state of undress.
Dom kissed Billy again and tugged gently on the towel. “You’re tempting me,” he whispered, sending shivers down Billy’s naked back.
“Aye, I’d better get dressed.”
Dom frowned. “That’s not what I meant.”
Billy smiled and pressed his mouth to Dom’s once more before pulling away. “But I have a paper to write,” he said. “I’ll see you later?”
“You’d better.”
“Later, then.” Billy readjusted his towel and walked back to his room, a goofy grin spread across his face. Suddenly, hangovers and frat parties didn’t seem so bad.
End Part Three.
Author: Shelly
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: This chapter PG-13. Series will vary up to NC-17.
Summary: AU taking place at Stanford University.
Archive: Little Things
Disclaimer: When Billy Boyd was 30, he was in New Zealand. So, clearly, I made this up.
Notes: The fraternity is fictional. I picked a Greek letter randomly. Many, many thanks to
aelane for the beta!Takes place one week after Part Two
(part one) and (part two)
Impulse
The first big Sigma party of the semester was tonight—it had some ridiculous name like the Sigma Social or Sigma Soirée or something equally alliterative that Billy got wrong every time he said it. Billy checked himself in the mirror one more time before turning off the lights and leaving his bedroom. He vaguely wondered why he cared how he looked, anyway? It wasn’t as though he was looking to pick up some young sorority girl who was born over a decade after him.
Needless to say, he was not looking forward to this party.
He knew that his job as house monitor required him to be in the house during all parties, just in case someone got out of hand, whatever that meant. Billy was a bit apprehensive of this prospect. The last thing he needed was some kid overdosing or getting beat up or catching on fire or something. Or maybe he was just a little on edge.
Billy hadn’t seen or talked to Dom since he had walked out of Billy’s room a week ago. It was pretty impressive, considering they lived down the hall from each other, but Billy was nothing if not determined. And boy, was he determined to avoid Dominic.
But as much as Billy had successfully avoided Dom physically, mentally he had been haunted.
The look on Dom’s face when he had walked out of his room was burned in Billy’s memory. It had been the look of rejection. Utter and unexpected rejection. He probably thought Billy had been playing with him the whole time—that he had never wanted him in the first place. That was so very far from the truth, and it made Billy feel like a bastard.
When Billy wasn’t obsessing over this, he was haunted by another image—the look of pure lust as Dom had moved over him. The feel of his mouth, his hands. It was everything Billy wanted and everything he couldn’t have.
Billy sighed as he headed downstairs to the festivities. Most of the fraternity was there, though there weren’t many guests yet. In the corner of the living room was Dominic. He looked…amazing in leather pants—he was wearing leather fucking pants. It was then that Billy knew just how much his night was going to suck.
Four hours later, Billy had spoken to nearly every Sigma brother at the party save Dom and about thirty different little sorority girls who wore next to nothing and flirted shamelessly with him. Probably all freshmen, not that Billy really cared. If he were in better spirits, it would have amused him. As it were, it only further annoyed him. He checked his watch for the thousandth time and wondered when he would be able to just go to bed.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dom. He was chatting with some younger boys, most likely boys looking to rush Sigma. He was also very, very drunk. Billy had been paying close attention to this all evening—the amount of liquor that boy consumed was alarming.
But if Billy were honest with himself, he would admit that he was less concerned and more jealous. Dom had been hanging all over one of the younger boys for the better portion of an hour, a small fellow with blue eyes that could knock someone dead. And said boy was hanging back quite comfortably.
Billy moved around the room, trying to pretend he wasn’t looking, but the whole room probably knew he was. Dom pulled the boy close, said something into his ear, and they both laughed. As Dom raised his head, he met Billy’s eyes.
This would be the part of the evening where Billy was supposed to storm out of the party, hurt and betrayed, and Dom would follow him. Then they would reconcile in the most imaginative of ways.
As it was, Dom tightened his arm around the blue-eyed boy’s shoulders, and they both went up the stairs.
Billy wasn’t quite sure how, but he survived his first fraternity party. When the party had died down enough that Billy didn’t feel the need to monitor anymore, he had swiped a bottle of rum and gone to his room.
But no matter how much he drank, it couldn’t drown the sounds of sex from down the hall. He awoke the next morning with a hang over—his first in years.
Trudging to the bathroom, Billy showered quickly, intent on grabbing some strong coffee and locking himself in his room. His behavioral disorders paper was still a blank screen and the idea of dealing with anyone today was very, very unappealing.
“Hullo, Billy.”
But apparently, the fates hated him, because there stood Dom. Shirtless, sleep-rumpled Dom, still wearing his leather pants.
“Hey,” Billy said softly. “How did you sleep in those pants?”
“I didn’t, just put them back on to piss,” Dom replied. Oh. Right.
“Right. I, um. I heard. Where’s your friend?”
“He had to go.” Dom’s look was challenging, but Billy’s seven years of psych courses weren’t for nothing—he could tell Dom’s defiance was based in hurt. “What, you care now?”
“I always cared, Dom.” And damn that psychology for teaching him be open.
“Funny, that wasn’t your story last week.”
Billy sighed. Damn it all to hell. “I lied, Dom. What I said—it was a lie.”
Dom’s expression changed from defiant to confused. “Why? What did I do?”
“Nothing! Nothing you—Dom, I’m your house monitor. Your broke, otherwise homeless house monitor. I can’t, I just can’t.”
“That’s why? Shite, Billy, no one here cares. You’re the only one here who has the power to get someone in trouble.”
Billy knew that wasn’t entirely true. All it would take was one unhappy Sigma who didn’t approve of Billy and Dom to go straight to the Dean, and he would be gone. However. Dom was standing there, lips in a pout, half-naked and clad in leather—so when Dom took his hand and pulled him close, he didn’t resist.
Dom’s kiss tasted even better than Billy remembered. Billy’s lips moved against Dom’s, pliant and willing to let Dom take the lead.
Dom’s hands moved up and down Billy’s body, settling on the towel he had wrapped around his waist after his shower. It was only then that Billy realized his own state of undress.
Dom kissed Billy again and tugged gently on the towel. “You’re tempting me,” he whispered, sending shivers down Billy’s naked back.
“Aye, I’d better get dressed.”
Dom frowned. “That’s not what I meant.”
Billy smiled and pressed his mouth to Dom’s once more before pulling away. “But I have a paper to write,” he said. “I’ll see you later?”
“You’d better.”
“Later, then.” Billy readjusted his towel and walked back to his room, a goofy grin spread across his face. Suddenly, hangovers and frat parties didn’t seem so bad.
End Part Three.
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