RanDom little fic

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Title: Untitled
Rating: PG.13 - mainly fluff
Author: Corky
Disclaimer: Dom’n’Billy make my porridge and eggs for breakfast every morning before they ask me to transcribe their sexual adventures for the day...not really.
Feedback: Please?
Note: Just something I wrote instead of my english essay. I'm not sure if it makes much sense... Also, this is over the span of a few days. Just to clear that up.



I will kill you if you touch him! Onscreen Éowen declared.
Billy burst into a fit of giggles. “I’m not touching him, I’m not touching him, I’m not touching him…”
“That’s not funny, Bills,” Dom replied, jabbing him in the arm. A moment later, Billy turned his green eyes on him, causing Dom to smile.
“Evil Witch King of Angmar, picking on widdle Éowen like that,” he muttered. “She ended up whooping his ass though, so it turned out fine.”
“No way!” Dom exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “Merry whooped Witchy’s ass!”
Billy started laughing so hard that he ended up falling off of the sofa. “Ha-ha, like having your arm singed is kicking someone’s ass. Sorry my furry-footed friend, but you’re a complete failure in this portion of the film.”
Dom didn’t let Billy on the couch for the rest of the night.

*******
“What’re you writing there, Bill?” Dom asked, peering over Billy’s shoulder.
“Nothing you should poke your big nose into,” Billy replied, closing his notebook.
“Ouch man, very ouch.” Dom feigned injury. Billy didn’t buy it for a second. Dom’s stomach rumbled. “Did you make me some breakkie?”
“That depends…have you forgiven me yet?”
“I will if you tell me that I’m the king of everything and that you’re nothing compared to me.”
“Sounds like you’ve got major ego problems, Mr. Monaghan.”
“Come now, you know you want to stroke it.”
“Yuck. Oh God no! Fine,” Billy replied with a sigh.
“No irritated sighs, missy!” Dom barked.
“Oh Dom, king of everything, I am nothing compared to you.”
Dom grinned. “And why is that, peasant?”
“I am nothing because you are strong and brave and so much more beautiful than I am.”
“I forgive you.”
“Huzzah…”
“Now kiss my ring.” Dom held out his hand, extending the finger with the proffered ring.
Billy got up and went to the stove, collecting the pans of their respected burners and scraping their contents into the rubbish bin. As Dom stood there gaping in disbelief, Billy picked up his notebook and pen and padded off to the sunroom, his bunny slippers squeaking the whole way there.

*******
“So I see you’ve made yourself some breakfast,” Billy commented, not looking up from his notebook.
“Well I sort of had to since a certain best mate of mine threw the previous meal away! Tell me, who could that horrid best mate be?”
“Oh quit moaning. It’s not like you couldn’t have made it yourself.”
“Billy, Billy, Billy…you poor, delusional bastard. I will never make my own food as long as there’s someone else to make it,” Dom replied. He sat beside Billy, causing him to shut his notebook closed once again.
“From what I’ve heard, you made Elijah breakfast every day you could when we were shooting.”
“Don’t go there, Boyd.”
“I won’t if you leave me alone, Monaghan,” Billy said. Dom scooted closer to him. Billy picked up his things once again and left.

*******
Later on, after getting his own moment of peace, Billy decided to draw a Dom Pyramid:

dom
domdom
domdomdom
domdomdomdom
domdomdomdomdom

*******
“Knock-knock,” Dom said, tapping on the window pane. Billy hugged his knees to his chest and continued to watch the city glimmer and sparkle in the evening sun. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No, I’m just enjoying the breeze.”
“So, I can come out?”
“Be my guest.” Dom snuggled up beside Billy, wrapping an arm around his waist. Billy made no move to push him away. “What do you want, Dom?”
“A second chance?”
“At what?” He turned to study his face. Dom was smiling.
“To be your best mate,” Dom replied.
“Oh…”
“…so?”
“I guess.”
“Thanks.”
And they spent the rest of the day outside, watching Los Angeles blow by.

*******
“Dom, best mates don’t have sex.”
“I know, but we’re special.”

*******
“What did you just tell Elijah?”
“Nothing.”
“You said something; I saw your lips move.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“So what if I did?”
“Fine, be that way.”
Billy grabbed the phone and ran to Dom’s...wait...yeah, still Dom’s...bedroom. Before he dialed, Billy made sure it was his private line.
“Grand Master Elwood speaking!”
“Wow, Elijah. That doesn’t fit you at all.”
“I was just experimenting, man. What’s the nature of this particular call, William?”
“That sounded too smart…have you been listening to Seanwise again?”
“Maybe…so what if I have?”
“I knew it. Alright, so what did Dom say just a minute ago?”
“You’ll never get it out of me!”
“I know Jeet Kun Do, remember? Or do I need to refresh your memory?”
“No, no, that’s fine. He…he um…how do I put this, man?”
“It’s not like this is Aragorn’s coronation speech!”
“Oh God, now you’ve switched to movie references.”
“Out with it, lad! I’ve got my enchanted ninja sword right here…”
“Do Jeet Kun Do-ers use swords?”
“As far as you know. Just tell me what he said, Lighe.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll just out and say it then…”
“Well, on with it!”
“He loves you.”
“Oh...”
“…”
“…How about I hang up and leave the house, and then you call and tell Dom the exact same thing you just told me?”

*******
“Best mates don’t have meaningless fucks, Dom.”
“Aye. It meant something all along.”
“Aye.”

*******
“Elijah’s a good little boy.”
“Aye.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you, too.”



~Fin~