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monaboyd Jan. 21st, 2005 04:53 pm)Title: Camera One
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[Bad username or unknown identity: Pairing: Monaboyd of course]
[Bad username or unknown identity: Rating: PG-13 for violence against inanimate objects]
[Bad username or unknown identity: Disclaimer: I'm waiting for this to happen. But it hasn't. Totally fictional.]
Notes: Inspired by the song "Camera One," by Josh Joplin Group. I know, I know, more angst. Sorry. I've been feeling emo lately, I guess. But with this piece I think the emo mood has broken! (Funny how I wrote this as kraken_writes was posting the previous piece.)
The sandy haired son of Hollywood
Lost his faith in all that's good
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock
Hung his clothes on the shower rod
But he never got undressed
And no, he never made a mess
~*~*~*~
Dom sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window at the street below. His back was to Billy.
"We can't keep doing this, Dom. We can't keep meeting in secret, being one thing in private and another in public."
Dom's stomach clenched up. He didn’t want to hear this. He didn’t want to have this conversation, and he especially didn't want to make that decision. He balled his fists up at his sides.
"Yes, we can. We have for how long now?"
"Six years, Dominic. And it has to stop. I can't be flying back and forth from Scotland. You can't keep saying the work is the reason you don't have a girlfriend."
"Can't, or won't?"
He turned to look at Billy, who stared hard at the floor. He had known this was coming. He'd known eventually one or both of them would tire of the hiding, of the lies. But he'd thought it would be him. Billy lifted his eyes.
"Dom, we can't do this anymore. I can't do this anymore."
Dom tried to hold back the tears, but they came anyway. He shoved them away with the heels of his hands. He wanted to say something. He wanted to plead with Billy as he had before, wanted to argue and fight. Instead he just sat there on the bed and cried. He rested his elbows on his legs and wept into his hands. Waited to feel a comforting hand on his shoulder. There was nothing. He heard quick footsteps. Looked up to see Billy flinging himself out the door. Fleeing. Escaping. Dom didn't have the heart to stop him. He sat on the bed until his tears gave way to hot anger.
Crash! The glass ashtray on top of the television shattered against the wall. Dom was barefoot. He was going to cut his foot open. He didn't care. He swept off the table, swept magazines and books and his cell phone onto the floor. He wanted to put his fist through the television. But he had a little too much self-control for that. He didn't want to incite a publicity frenzy. He ripped the covers off the bed and flung them into the corner. Kicked his suitcase. Cursed at his hurt toes. Threw the pillow across the room. Flopped onto the bed and cried into the sheets.
~*~*~*~
Dom sat on the bed, phone in his hand. He stared down at it with dry eyes. Breathed deep. He pulled up Billy's number. Closed the phone. Opened it. Closed it again. Set it on the bed. Picked it up. Set it down. Stared at it, thumb in his mouth. Chewed on his leather cuff. Picked up the phone. Called Billy. Voice mail.
"Bills, it's me. I don't know where you are, but I need to talk to you. I've... I've come to terms with some things. Please come back."
He closed the phone and fidgeted. Unsnapped the leather cuff on his wrist. Snapped it. Unsnapped it. Tossed it across the room. He heard the door open behind him and jumped to his feet. Billy stood there, mouth open.
"Jesus, Dom. What did you do?"
Dom scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I made a mess."
"You had a fucking tantrum's what it looks like."
Dom mumbled and looked down. He'd thrown a fit like a fucking child.
"Can we talk about this?" he asked. "I want to talk about this."
"Dom," Billy said, his voice full of impatience. "I told you--"
"I called my publicist."
Billy's eyebrows knitted together. "Okay..."
"I said I wanted to come out."
Billy stared at him. "What? Wait, what do you mean?"
"I said, I want to come out. As in, the closet, Billy."
"What? But Dom--"
Dom felt tears well up again and willed them back. "No. I've had enough of this. You were right. We can't do this anymore. We can't skulk and hide and lie anymore. And goddammit... I'm not going to give you up. Not for anything. Not for my career. Not for fucking PR, not for the network. I don't care anymore. All I care about is that I love you."
"Dom, you realise this could end everything for you?"
He swallowed hard. He knew all too well. The reaction was going to be nasty. The network was going to throw a fit. His publicist had already thrown one. So he'd sacked his publicist. He smiled a little at the thought of it. He stood and walked towards Billy. Those eyebrows were still crinkled. His eyes were unreadable. Dom squelched a stab of panic. He looked into Billy's eyes.
"I don't care. I love you. I need you. Nothing else matters."
Dom put a hand on the side of his face. Billy's expression shifted. His face crumpled. He sobbed.
"Dom."
Dom threw his arms around him and held him.
~*~*~*~
Dom carried his suitcases downstairs. Billy came just behind him. They reached the lobby and stopped. Looked around. There were a fair amount of people there. A knot of fans stared at them from across the way. They had cameras. They always did. He took a deep breath. He was shaking. He stood there and looked at Billy for a moment. Billy glanced over his shoulder. He could feel eyes on him. His mouth twisted into a smile, and he didn’t bother to suppress it.
"Well?" Billy asked. "What's this plan of yours?"
Dom grinned at him. He put his hands on the sides of Billy's face and kissed him. He heard a shriek from behind him and ignored it. A murmur went through the lobby. A flash went off behind him. Then another. He smiled as he kissed Billy. As Billy kissed him. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders. No more hiding. No more lying. No more pretending. He stood in the hotel lobby and kissed his boyfriend, and for the first time in six years he felt free.
~*~*~*~
The sunny-haired son of Hollywood
Lost his faith in all that's good
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock
Hung his clothes on the shower rod
But he didn't get undressed
And no, he didn't seem depressed
It's funny how life turns out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt
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Aw. Bless. That just got me. *g*
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And yay, happy ending. My heart is all gooey now.
<3
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Awwww. Damn I love a happy ending. That last line just *killed* me.
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If only this were true. *sniffles a bit and looks up at the powers that be* hehe!
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Thank you!
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Dom grinned at him. He put his hands on the sides of Billy's face and kissed him.....He smiled as he kissed Billy. As Billy kissed him. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders. No more hiding. No more lying. No more pretending. He stood in the hotel lobby and kissed his boyfriend, and for the first time in six years he felt free.
I love you. <3
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Wonderful.
And so realistic it made my heart ache.
Maybe there's still hope :P