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anewlife.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Feb. 15th, 2005 12:06 am)Title: Drunk (6/?)
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anewlife92385
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Still PG-13, I think
Disclaimer: This is all made up. Sort of. Well, it never happened to them. As far as I know. But we can always hope, right?
Feedback: Would love it, as this is my first fic ever and have no beta. If anyone would like to beta the future chapters, I would gladly welcome the help!!
Author’s Note: I feel I must mention that this scenario is not made up. I used something that happened in my real life and applied it to the monaboyd situation. So, maybe I’m not that creative, but it still makes for a good story! :)
here are link to chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5
Here is found chapter 6 (I am sorry it is not very gratifying...I want them to get together, too, ya know! :-P):
When I woke up a few hours later to be sick, I realized that my drunken haziness still hadn’t worn off. My eyes fluttered open and I was dimly aware that the room was still dark. I rolled over and moaned.
“Dommie?”
What in the hell was Billy doing here?
“M’gonna be sick…” I muttered.
“Dommie, come on, let’s get you to the toilet.”
“Noooo…can’t get up…can’t move…”
“Dommie, you’ll be sick all over yourself.”
“Don’t…care…” And with that, I wretched forward, spewing vomit all over myself as well as the bed.
“Oh, Dominic…” murmured Bill, softly. He quickly went to retrieve a basin and a cool cloth.
He held my head over the bucket while I was sick again and again, and ran the cloth gently over my forehead. At last I gasped and laid back, still.
“Do you think you’re done?” Asked Bill.
“Mmmm…”
“No, Dommie, you can’t go back to sleep yet, let me clean you up first.”
I felt myself being gently helped out of bed and laid on the floor. I immediately fell asleep. I awoke again when I felt my dirtied t-shirt being replaced by a clean one and the sick being wiped off of my arm. Then, I was back in bed, clean sheets and blanket covering me, and I slept once more. This time not waking until much later.
The next time I opened my eyes, I found the room flooded with light, and I immediately clamped them shut again. God, my head was splitting in two. I’d never had a worse hangover in my life.
I groaned and struggled to sit up, my head spinning. I opened my eyes once more, and looked around me, shocked.
I wasn’t in my own room, I wasn’t in my own bed. Well, then, where the hell was I?!
“Morning, Dom, feeling any better?”
Oh, God, Billy. And then everything came flooding back to me. What had happened the night before. How I had gotten so drunk off my arse that I had stupidly begged Billy to kiss me and, Oh, holy fuck! He had said he would! Promised in fact. Oh, I had been so stupid, so stupid and so, so drunk. But I couldn’t think about that right now, because Billy was saying something and waiting for an answer.
“Ah, fuck, Bill, m’head is killing me. What’d you say?”
He smiled at me kindly. “Well, it’s your own fault, you know. And I was saying I made you some coffee. And brought you something for your head.” He set down a tray which contained a mug of steaming liquid as well as a bottle of water and some pills. “And I hope you don’t mind that I brought you to my place instead of your own. I was worried you might need some looking after.”
I greedily reached over and grabbed the pills, downing the entire bottle of water in one go. Then gulped a large mouthful of coffee and leaned back, closing my eyes and trying to focus on anything that would take my mind off the pounding in my skull.
“You didn’t have to do that. I would have been fine on my own.”
“Oh like hell you would have. I guess you don’t remember how you were too drunk to get to the toilet when you were sick. You would have choked on your own vomit if I hadn’t made you sit up and puke into a basin.”
The reality of his words sunk in. Billy had probably saved my life, but that was too dark a thought for either of us, so I quickly changed the subject.
“Fuck. Did I get your blanket dirty?”
“Yes.” He laughed, “And to make up for it you can do my laundry for a month. But don’t worry about that now. I won’t make you start till you’re feeling better.”
“Ah, God, Bill, what would I do without you?” I took another sip of coffee, wondering how long it would be until the issue of the “promise” would be brought up. Did he think I was too drunk that I wouldn’t remember? Is that the only reason he had promised? I doubted it. Billy was too good a guy to lie like that. I wanted to ask him, right then and there, if he had meant what he said, I wanted to hold him to it, to make him kiss me, at that very moment, just to prove that he had meant it. I made a face, thinking about how pleasant kissing me would be right now, with the stale stench of vomit still on my breath and the revolting taste still in my saliva.
“Can I have a shower?”
“Of course. There’s a spare toothbrush by the sink, too, if you want to use it.” It was as if he had read my mind.
In the shower, as the hot water flowed over me, washed away the stench of vomit, soothed my aching head, I thought about how Billy had so lovingly, and tenderly taken care of me. It drove me crazy. I wanted to think it meant he thought of me as more than just his best mate, but I couldn’t make myself believe it. He would have said something. Billy wasn’t like me. He wasn’t afraid. He didn’t have to hide his feelings. He was so much stronger than me. I loved him so, so much. I couldn’t help myself. I found my hand moving slowly down my stomach, and I began to stroke myself, eyes closed, and I sighed contentedly. Fuck, this is so messed up, I thought. I was wanking in my best mate's shower, fantasizing, imagining that it was his sweet lips and not my own hand. He was just in the other room. He might hear me. I didn’t care. I finished myself off as quickly and quietly as I could, silently mouthing Billy! as I came. Got out of the shower, dressed, brushed my teeth, and exited the bathroom.
“Billy,” I said as I was leaving for my own place. “D’you remember me making you promise to kiss me when I was sober?”
There was a pause. Probably less than 5 seconds, but to me it felt like a lifetime.
“Yeah.” A slight laugh, and, did I imagine it almost seemed to get stuck in his throat?
Another pause.
“I say stupid things when I’m drunk, don’t I?” I turned, hardly daring to believe what I had just said, wanting to get away as fast as possible. We never brought that up that night, or the following morning, again, until long after shooting was over, and Billy had a girlfriend.
Author:
anewlife92385Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Still PG-13, I think
Disclaimer: This is all made up. Sort of. Well, it never happened to them. As far as I know. But we can always hope, right?
Feedback: Would love it, as this is my first fic ever and have no beta. If anyone would like to beta the future chapters, I would gladly welcome the help!!
Author’s Note: I feel I must mention that this scenario is not made up. I used something that happened in my real life and applied it to the monaboyd situation. So, maybe I’m not that creative, but it still makes for a good story! :)
here are link to chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5
Here is found chapter 6 (I am sorry it is not very gratifying...I want them to get together, too, ya know! :-P):
When I woke up a few hours later to be sick, I realized that my drunken haziness still hadn’t worn off. My eyes fluttered open and I was dimly aware that the room was still dark. I rolled over and moaned.
“Dommie?”
What in the hell was Billy doing here?
“M’gonna be sick…” I muttered.
“Dommie, come on, let’s get you to the toilet.”
“Noooo…can’t get up…can’t move…”
“Dommie, you’ll be sick all over yourself.”
“Don’t…care…” And with that, I wretched forward, spewing vomit all over myself as well as the bed.
“Oh, Dominic…” murmured Bill, softly. He quickly went to retrieve a basin and a cool cloth.
He held my head over the bucket while I was sick again and again, and ran the cloth gently over my forehead. At last I gasped and laid back, still.
“Do you think you’re done?” Asked Bill.
“Mmmm…”
“No, Dommie, you can’t go back to sleep yet, let me clean you up first.”
I felt myself being gently helped out of bed and laid on the floor. I immediately fell asleep. I awoke again when I felt my dirtied t-shirt being replaced by a clean one and the sick being wiped off of my arm. Then, I was back in bed, clean sheets and blanket covering me, and I slept once more. This time not waking until much later.
The next time I opened my eyes, I found the room flooded with light, and I immediately clamped them shut again. God, my head was splitting in two. I’d never had a worse hangover in my life.
I groaned and struggled to sit up, my head spinning. I opened my eyes once more, and looked around me, shocked.
I wasn’t in my own room, I wasn’t in my own bed. Well, then, where the hell was I?!
“Morning, Dom, feeling any better?”
Oh, God, Billy. And then everything came flooding back to me. What had happened the night before. How I had gotten so drunk off my arse that I had stupidly begged Billy to kiss me and, Oh, holy fuck! He had said he would! Promised in fact. Oh, I had been so stupid, so stupid and so, so drunk. But I couldn’t think about that right now, because Billy was saying something and waiting for an answer.
“Ah, fuck, Bill, m’head is killing me. What’d you say?”
He smiled at me kindly. “Well, it’s your own fault, you know. And I was saying I made you some coffee. And brought you something for your head.” He set down a tray which contained a mug of steaming liquid as well as a bottle of water and some pills. “And I hope you don’t mind that I brought you to my place instead of your own. I was worried you might need some looking after.”
I greedily reached over and grabbed the pills, downing the entire bottle of water in one go. Then gulped a large mouthful of coffee and leaned back, closing my eyes and trying to focus on anything that would take my mind off the pounding in my skull.
“You didn’t have to do that. I would have been fine on my own.”
“Oh like hell you would have. I guess you don’t remember how you were too drunk to get to the toilet when you were sick. You would have choked on your own vomit if I hadn’t made you sit up and puke into a basin.”
The reality of his words sunk in. Billy had probably saved my life, but that was too dark a thought for either of us, so I quickly changed the subject.
“Fuck. Did I get your blanket dirty?”
“Yes.” He laughed, “And to make up for it you can do my laundry for a month. But don’t worry about that now. I won’t make you start till you’re feeling better.”
“Ah, God, Bill, what would I do without you?” I took another sip of coffee, wondering how long it would be until the issue of the “promise” would be brought up. Did he think I was too drunk that I wouldn’t remember? Is that the only reason he had promised? I doubted it. Billy was too good a guy to lie like that. I wanted to ask him, right then and there, if he had meant what he said, I wanted to hold him to it, to make him kiss me, at that very moment, just to prove that he had meant it. I made a face, thinking about how pleasant kissing me would be right now, with the stale stench of vomit still on my breath and the revolting taste still in my saliva.
“Can I have a shower?”
“Of course. There’s a spare toothbrush by the sink, too, if you want to use it.” It was as if he had read my mind.
In the shower, as the hot water flowed over me, washed away the stench of vomit, soothed my aching head, I thought about how Billy had so lovingly, and tenderly taken care of me. It drove me crazy. I wanted to think it meant he thought of me as more than just his best mate, but I couldn’t make myself believe it. He would have said something. Billy wasn’t like me. He wasn’t afraid. He didn’t have to hide his feelings. He was so much stronger than me. I loved him so, so much. I couldn’t help myself. I found my hand moving slowly down my stomach, and I began to stroke myself, eyes closed, and I sighed contentedly. Fuck, this is so messed up, I thought. I was wanking in my best mate's shower, fantasizing, imagining that it was his sweet lips and not my own hand. He was just in the other room. He might hear me. I didn’t care. I finished myself off as quickly and quietly as I could, silently mouthing Billy! as I came. Got out of the shower, dressed, brushed my teeth, and exited the bathroom.
“Billy,” I said as I was leaving for my own place. “D’you remember me making you promise to kiss me when I was sober?”
There was a pause. Probably less than 5 seconds, but to me it felt like a lifetime.
“Yeah.” A slight laugh, and, did I imagine it almost seemed to get stuck in his throat?
Another pause.
“I say stupid things when I’m drunk, don’t I?” I turned, hardly daring to believe what I had just said, wanting to get away as fast as possible. We never brought that up that night, or the following morning, again, until long after shooting was over, and Billy had a girlfriend.
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