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anewlife.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Feb. 21st, 2005 12:39 am)Title: Drunk (7/?)
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anewlife92385
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Gonna go with R
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 have had quite the time deciding what to do with this chapter. I am afraid that it is bad timing because it bears resemblance to the slew of "I Never" fics that have been surfacing recently. I do not want anyone to think that I copied their idea. If anyone is offended by this, please let me know immediatly and I will change it right away. Please know that I did indeed have this part of the story in my head before I read any of these aforementioned fics. Also, the game played here is "Truth or Dare" and not "I Never", but the similarities are still too much to not not post this warning. Thank-you. ~Kati (Also, I am sorry my A/N was offensive before. I hope this formatting is more acceptable.)
P.S. This is my first attempt at smut *blushes* *hides* I hope it doesn't suck too much?
Here are links to chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6
And so it begins…
The next couple of months were hell. Yes, months. It took me months to change my mind about the decision I made that morning, as I left with my terrible hangover and my heart aching with regret. I had decided that I loved him too much to put our friendship in jeopardy. I couldn’t go on like that, making myself sick over him, putting us in those awkward and difficult situations. Not that things weren’t awkward and difficult after that anyway. I mean, how could they not have been? But as time passed, it became easier and easier to pretend all of that had never happened. We remained best mates, and the world went on around us.
Rings ended, Billy went back to Scotland, I moved to L.A. Of course we kept in touch and saw each other every chance we could get. I decided it wasn’t so bad, even though he wasn’t technically mine he sure as hell didn’t belong to anyone else. That is, until she came along.
I liked Ali a lot. I really did. She was sweet and cute and treated Billy really nice, just the way I would have. And she made him happy. Really happy. I could see it in his eyes, I could tell by the way he looked at her. It was the same way he used to look at me. And that was why, even though I did like her, I hated her at the same time. I hated her for taking my place. For taking my Billy.
Yes, my Billy. I knew it wasn’t fair to think of him that way, but I couldn’t help it. Even though nothing had ever happened between us, I still felt somewhat possessive of him. And now I couldn’t even pretend he was mine. She had fucking shattered all my dreams.
It was only a few months after they became a couple that I decided I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I had to do something. It was tearing me up inside, watching them together. I needed to get him back. Somehow.
Billy had come for a visit (without her thank God!) and we were sitting around, bored out of our skulls, looking for something to do, when the idea hit me.
“Hey Bill, let’s play truth or dare.”
“What?!” he asked, cracking up. “Dom, are you serious?”
“Course I’m serious!”
“Dom, you’re insane. What the hell, why not?” he laughed. I smiled.
“Bills, I’ve got a great idea!” I suddenly exclaimed. “Let’s make this a tad bit trickier, just to liven things up a bit, yeah?” I got up and grabbed a bottle of liquor and two shot glasses. “If you refuse to answer a question or fulfill a dare, you have to take a shot. If you do answer or go through with the dare, the other person has to take a shot.”
“You should call it Truth or Shot, then.”
“Yeah! Truth or Shot! TOS! It’ll be a new game!”
“Whatever, Dom.” he snorted. “You go first.”
“Me? Why do I have to go first?”
“Because you’re the one that brought it up. And I’m no good at this game. Can never think of good ones.”
“Fine, then. Truth or Dare?”
“Uhhhhhh…truth.”
“Who do you like more, me or Ali?”
“Dom! I can’t answer that question! I like you both in different ways! I can’t compare you two like that!”
“Well, if you can’t answer, you know the rules.” I said with a devilish grin.
“Dom! That’s not fair! Oh, fine!” he poured a shot and tossed it back. “Okay, Dommie, truth or dare?” he said with an evil glint in his eyes.
“Hmmm…dare!”
“Right. I dare you to…I dare you to shave off all of your hair.”
“NO!” I said, “Deffinitely not!” I grabbed the bottle and poured the shot, quickly downing it. “Not even a second thought about that one!”
Billy laughed. “I didn’t think you would! I was just getting even. Now. I believe it’s your turn.”
“Right. Truth or dare, Bills”
“I’m gonna stick with truth.”
“Ah, you’re no fun.” I thought for a moment and decided, yes, now was the time. “Bill, do you remember a long time ago, when you said you thought you were bisexual?”
“…Yeah”
“And you said you had never done anything with a bloke before…well…have you, I mean, since then, you know, done anything? With a bloke, I mean.”
“No. Drink up.” I did. “What brought that up?” he asked.
“Dunno. Was just curious, I guess. It’s your turn, by the way.”
“Right. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“All right, have you done anything with a man, since then?”
“Oh, come on, Bill, you have to make up your own question! You can’t use the one I just asked you! Everyone knows that! It’s a fundamental rule of truth or dare!”
“Aye, but this isn’t truth or dare, it’s truth or shot, and so anything goes. Are you going to answer? Or are you going to take a shot?” He grinned.
“Fine.” I grumbled. “No, I haven’t. Now take your shot.” He did. “Truth or dare, Billy?”
“Truth.”
“Billy! Come on! You can’t just pick truth all the time! Or are you afraid of what I’ll dare you to do?”
“Maybe.” He giggled. “But it’s my choice, after all. So ask me a question.”
“Fine. Billy, did you ever fantasize about any of the guys in Rings?”
“Mmmm…tough one…well, I guess I’ll answer. Yeah, yeah I did. Now, take your shot, you prying bastard.”
“Aw, Bills, I’m hurt, I really am.” I laughed as I took my third shot. I was beginning to feel pleasantly buzzed.
“Ok, Dom, truth or dare.”
“Mmmm, gonna go with truth.”
“Right.” He gave me an evil grin. “Have you ever fantasized about me?”
I blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Then, not taking my eyes off of him, I poured liquor into the shot glass and drank it. Billy just smiled.
“Truth or dare?” I managed to croak out.
“Truth.”
“Oh, I didn’t see that one coming. …Have you ever fantasized about me?”
He blushed, smiled, and took a drink. I just grinned smugly at him, hoping my pounding heart wasn’t loud enough to give away how excited I was becoming (in more ways than one).
I was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. “Billy,” I said, “It’s your turn to ask me.”
“Oh, right. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Oh, now who’s only picking truth?” he laughed. “All right then, truth it is. Why did you want to play this game?”
Ok, here it was, the moment of truth (literally). “Because, Billy, I wanted to get you drunk so I could seduce you.” I said sarcastically, but I tried to show Billy with my eyes that I was serious.
“Ah!” he giggled, rather tipsily, taking another drink. “I knew it!” But he blushed as he was saying this, proving that he had understood perfectly that I wasn’t fooling around.
“All right, Bills, truth or dare?”
“Dare.” He said, looking straight at me, all trace of giggles vanished.
“Finally…” I said quietly, almost a whisper. “Billy,” I said, hardly daring to breath. “I dare you to…let me kiss you.”
One of those split-second pauses that seem like forever.
“Okay.”
He said it so softly and seductively that it took everything within me to keep from throwing myself at him, devouring every inch of his sexy little body. But I just stared into his eyes. And he stared into mine. And suddenly, I was aware that I was slowly being drawn forward, towards those gorgeous lips of his, and he was moving towards me, attracted by some invisible force, as strong and as real and as inevitable as gravity.
And suddenly his lips were on mine and mine on his, and there aren’t words to describe how soft and pliable and goddamn sexy those lips were. He wasn’t an aggressive kisser, and that made me want him even more. I hungrily kissed him harder, trying to claim that territory as my own, trying to put my mark on him so that no one, not even she, could ever take him away from me again.
Oh, Fuck! Ali! If she found out about this, what would she do? Would she leave Billy? Oh, God, I hope so! NO! That’s a horrible thought! Billy would be heartbroken and that was the last thing I wanted. If I ever did something that hurt Billy, I would never forgive myself. But I was finding it really hard to think with Billy’s hand on my arse!
Oh. My. God. We had somehow ended up on the floor. No idea how that happened. But he was sitting on the carpet, legs straight out in front of him, and I was straddling him on my knees, pressing his back against the couch as I shoved my tongue inside his mouth, ran my fingers through his hair, down his back, up his chest, God, all over his body.
I wanted him. I was so turned on and I wanted him to know it. I wanted us naked, so I could feel that blessed friction of skin on skin.
“I’m going to take my shirt off.” I gasped out stupidly, as his lips found my neck.
“I…don’t think that’s a…good idea…” he managed to say, in between kisses. And then, both our hands were franticly tugging at his t-shirt, nearly ripping it in our hurry to remove it. Soon, I was shirtless as well, my mouth making its way down his chest, in an effort to locate one of those gorgeous nipples. When I finally reached the tiny red bump and began to suck on it and gently roll my tongue over it, I was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure, and tight squeeze of one of my arse cheeks.
“Billy!” I cried, and we were fucking rolling on the ground, all over each other, mouths, tongues, arms, legs, fingers flailing, moving desperately to maintain contact at every possible point on each other’s body. And FUCK! He was pushing his knee between my thighs, up against my raging erection, bringing such incredible pleasure that I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold my orgasm off for much longer.
“Ah, Fuck, Billy!” I moaned. “I love-“ Shit! I almost said I love you! We might have been drunk, but we weren’t that drunk. Not drunk enough that he wouldn’t have had questions afterward. “I love this.” I said instead. “Feels so good!”
“Yeah…” he whispered. And then that wonderful mouth of his was focusing all its attention on one of my hardened nipples, and I responded by rubbing one of my knees against his erection. He moaned and thrust himself into my leg.
He was so fucking hard. Knowing that I had that effect on him only turned me on even more and soon we were frantically fucking each other’s leg until it came to an earth-shattering climax and we finally lay back, collapsing on the floor into a deep and blissful sleep.
…
When I woke up, Billy was still asleep. I was still in somewhat of a shock from the previous night’s endeavors, and walked in a sort of daze, into the bathroom, showering as quickly as possible. I entered the kitchen, put on some coffee, and went about making breakfast. A few minutes later, a still-sleepy Billy joined me and sat down at the table. God, he looked so delicious, hair rumpled from sleep (and before that me), those green eyes clouded with morning haze, making them look like sea-green pools shrouded in mist, a more beautiful sight I had never seen in my life. I had to tell him I loved him.
“Morning, I made some coffee.” I said instead, handing him a mug, giving him a smile, trying to act like nothing had changed between us.
“Thanks,” he said softly, giving me a smile that plainly said we need to talk. It was a look that sent shivers down my spine.
We drank our coffee in silence for a few seconds, until he finally looked me in the eye and said, quite pointedly,
“I have to tell Ali.”
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anewlife92385Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Gonna go with R
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 have had quite the time deciding what to do with this chapter. I am afraid that it is bad timing because it bears resemblance to the slew of "I Never" fics that have been surfacing recently. I do not want anyone to think that I copied their idea. If anyone is offended by this, please let me know immediatly and I will change it right away. Please know that I did indeed have this part of the story in my head before I read any of these aforementioned fics. Also, the game played here is "Truth or Dare" and not "I Never", but the similarities are still too much to not not post this warning. Thank-you. ~Kati (Also, I am sorry my A/N was offensive before. I hope this formatting is more acceptable.)
P.S. This is my first attempt at smut *blushes* *hides* I hope it doesn't suck too much?
Here are links to chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6
And so it begins…
The next couple of months were hell. Yes, months. It took me months to change my mind about the decision I made that morning, as I left with my terrible hangover and my heart aching with regret. I had decided that I loved him too much to put our friendship in jeopardy. I couldn’t go on like that, making myself sick over him, putting us in those awkward and difficult situations. Not that things weren’t awkward and difficult after that anyway. I mean, how could they not have been? But as time passed, it became easier and easier to pretend all of that had never happened. We remained best mates, and the world went on around us.
Rings ended, Billy went back to Scotland, I moved to L.A. Of course we kept in touch and saw each other every chance we could get. I decided it wasn’t so bad, even though he wasn’t technically mine he sure as hell didn’t belong to anyone else. That is, until she came along.
I liked Ali a lot. I really did. She was sweet and cute and treated Billy really nice, just the way I would have. And she made him happy. Really happy. I could see it in his eyes, I could tell by the way he looked at her. It was the same way he used to look at me. And that was why, even though I did like her, I hated her at the same time. I hated her for taking my place. For taking my Billy.
Yes, my Billy. I knew it wasn’t fair to think of him that way, but I couldn’t help it. Even though nothing had ever happened between us, I still felt somewhat possessive of him. And now I couldn’t even pretend he was mine. She had fucking shattered all my dreams.
It was only a few months after they became a couple that I decided I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I had to do something. It was tearing me up inside, watching them together. I needed to get him back. Somehow.
Billy had come for a visit (without her thank God!) and we were sitting around, bored out of our skulls, looking for something to do, when the idea hit me.
“Hey Bill, let’s play truth or dare.”
“What?!” he asked, cracking up. “Dom, are you serious?”
“Course I’m serious!”
“Dom, you’re insane. What the hell, why not?” he laughed. I smiled.
“Bills, I’ve got a great idea!” I suddenly exclaimed. “Let’s make this a tad bit trickier, just to liven things up a bit, yeah?” I got up and grabbed a bottle of liquor and two shot glasses. “If you refuse to answer a question or fulfill a dare, you have to take a shot. If you do answer or go through with the dare, the other person has to take a shot.”
“You should call it Truth or Shot, then.”
“Yeah! Truth or Shot! TOS! It’ll be a new game!”
“Whatever, Dom.” he snorted. “You go first.”
“Me? Why do I have to go first?”
“Because you’re the one that brought it up. And I’m no good at this game. Can never think of good ones.”
“Fine, then. Truth or Dare?”
“Uhhhhhh…truth.”
“Who do you like more, me or Ali?”
“Dom! I can’t answer that question! I like you both in different ways! I can’t compare you two like that!”
“Well, if you can’t answer, you know the rules.” I said with a devilish grin.
“Dom! That’s not fair! Oh, fine!” he poured a shot and tossed it back. “Okay, Dommie, truth or dare?” he said with an evil glint in his eyes.
“Hmmm…dare!”
“Right. I dare you to…I dare you to shave off all of your hair.”
“NO!” I said, “Deffinitely not!” I grabbed the bottle and poured the shot, quickly downing it. “Not even a second thought about that one!”
Billy laughed. “I didn’t think you would! I was just getting even. Now. I believe it’s your turn.”
“Right. Truth or dare, Bills”
“I’m gonna stick with truth.”
“Ah, you’re no fun.” I thought for a moment and decided, yes, now was the time. “Bill, do you remember a long time ago, when you said you thought you were bisexual?”
“…Yeah”
“And you said you had never done anything with a bloke before…well…have you, I mean, since then, you know, done anything? With a bloke, I mean.”
“No. Drink up.” I did. “What brought that up?” he asked.
“Dunno. Was just curious, I guess. It’s your turn, by the way.”
“Right. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“All right, have you done anything with a man, since then?”
“Oh, come on, Bill, you have to make up your own question! You can’t use the one I just asked you! Everyone knows that! It’s a fundamental rule of truth or dare!”
“Aye, but this isn’t truth or dare, it’s truth or shot, and so anything goes. Are you going to answer? Or are you going to take a shot?” He grinned.
“Fine.” I grumbled. “No, I haven’t. Now take your shot.” He did. “Truth or dare, Billy?”
“Truth.”
“Billy! Come on! You can’t just pick truth all the time! Or are you afraid of what I’ll dare you to do?”
“Maybe.” He giggled. “But it’s my choice, after all. So ask me a question.”
“Fine. Billy, did you ever fantasize about any of the guys in Rings?”
“Mmmm…tough one…well, I guess I’ll answer. Yeah, yeah I did. Now, take your shot, you prying bastard.”
“Aw, Bills, I’m hurt, I really am.” I laughed as I took my third shot. I was beginning to feel pleasantly buzzed.
“Ok, Dom, truth or dare.”
“Mmmm, gonna go with truth.”
“Right.” He gave me an evil grin. “Have you ever fantasized about me?”
I blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Then, not taking my eyes off of him, I poured liquor into the shot glass and drank it. Billy just smiled.
“Truth or dare?” I managed to croak out.
“Truth.”
“Oh, I didn’t see that one coming. …Have you ever fantasized about me?”
He blushed, smiled, and took a drink. I just grinned smugly at him, hoping my pounding heart wasn’t loud enough to give away how excited I was becoming (in more ways than one).
I was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. “Billy,” I said, “It’s your turn to ask me.”
“Oh, right. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Oh, now who’s only picking truth?” he laughed. “All right then, truth it is. Why did you want to play this game?”
Ok, here it was, the moment of truth (literally). “Because, Billy, I wanted to get you drunk so I could seduce you.” I said sarcastically, but I tried to show Billy with my eyes that I was serious.
“Ah!” he giggled, rather tipsily, taking another drink. “I knew it!” But he blushed as he was saying this, proving that he had understood perfectly that I wasn’t fooling around.
“All right, Bills, truth or dare?”
“Dare.” He said, looking straight at me, all trace of giggles vanished.
“Finally…” I said quietly, almost a whisper. “Billy,” I said, hardly daring to breath. “I dare you to…let me kiss you.”
One of those split-second pauses that seem like forever.
“Okay.”
He said it so softly and seductively that it took everything within me to keep from throwing myself at him, devouring every inch of his sexy little body. But I just stared into his eyes. And he stared into mine. And suddenly, I was aware that I was slowly being drawn forward, towards those gorgeous lips of his, and he was moving towards me, attracted by some invisible force, as strong and as real and as inevitable as gravity.
And suddenly his lips were on mine and mine on his, and there aren’t words to describe how soft and pliable and goddamn sexy those lips were. He wasn’t an aggressive kisser, and that made me want him even more. I hungrily kissed him harder, trying to claim that territory as my own, trying to put my mark on him so that no one, not even she, could ever take him away from me again.
Oh, Fuck! Ali! If she found out about this, what would she do? Would she leave Billy? Oh, God, I hope so! NO! That’s a horrible thought! Billy would be heartbroken and that was the last thing I wanted. If I ever did something that hurt Billy, I would never forgive myself. But I was finding it really hard to think with Billy’s hand on my arse!
Oh. My. God. We had somehow ended up on the floor. No idea how that happened. But he was sitting on the carpet, legs straight out in front of him, and I was straddling him on my knees, pressing his back against the couch as I shoved my tongue inside his mouth, ran my fingers through his hair, down his back, up his chest, God, all over his body.
I wanted him. I was so turned on and I wanted him to know it. I wanted us naked, so I could feel that blessed friction of skin on skin.
“I’m going to take my shirt off.” I gasped out stupidly, as his lips found my neck.
“I…don’t think that’s a…good idea…” he managed to say, in between kisses. And then, both our hands were franticly tugging at his t-shirt, nearly ripping it in our hurry to remove it. Soon, I was shirtless as well, my mouth making its way down his chest, in an effort to locate one of those gorgeous nipples. When I finally reached the tiny red bump and began to suck on it and gently roll my tongue over it, I was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure, and tight squeeze of one of my arse cheeks.
“Billy!” I cried, and we were fucking rolling on the ground, all over each other, mouths, tongues, arms, legs, fingers flailing, moving desperately to maintain contact at every possible point on each other’s body. And FUCK! He was pushing his knee between my thighs, up against my raging erection, bringing such incredible pleasure that I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold my orgasm off for much longer.
“Ah, Fuck, Billy!” I moaned. “I love-“ Shit! I almost said I love you! We might have been drunk, but we weren’t that drunk. Not drunk enough that he wouldn’t have had questions afterward. “I love this.” I said instead. “Feels so good!”
“Yeah…” he whispered. And then that wonderful mouth of his was focusing all its attention on one of my hardened nipples, and I responded by rubbing one of my knees against his erection. He moaned and thrust himself into my leg.
He was so fucking hard. Knowing that I had that effect on him only turned me on even more and soon we were frantically fucking each other’s leg until it came to an earth-shattering climax and we finally lay back, collapsing on the floor into a deep and blissful sleep.
…
When I woke up, Billy was still asleep. I was still in somewhat of a shock from the previous night’s endeavors, and walked in a sort of daze, into the bathroom, showering as quickly as possible. I entered the kitchen, put on some coffee, and went about making breakfast. A few minutes later, a still-sleepy Billy joined me and sat down at the table. God, he looked so delicious, hair rumpled from sleep (and before that me), those green eyes clouded with morning haze, making them look like sea-green pools shrouded in mist, a more beautiful sight I had never seen in my life. I had to tell him I loved him.
“Morning, I made some coffee.” I said instead, handing him a mug, giving him a smile, trying to act like nothing had changed between us.
“Thanks,” he said softly, giving me a smile that plainly said we need to talk. It was a look that sent shivers down my spine.
We drank our coffee in silence for a few seconds, until he finally looked me in the eye and said, quite pointedly,
“I have to tell Ali.”
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That was so good <3
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Unless, of course, he's going to tell her it's been a mistake all along and he's really meant to be with Dom, and not her! BWUAHAHA!!! That would be perfect, but alas, the plot's not going to go that way so soon, isn't it now? :( I knew it.
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And I asked my boyfriend if he wanted to play TOS, he only looked at me quizically, and walked away slowly, lol.
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HAHAHA!!! that's awesome about TOS. my friend and I made it up and thought we were so cool. lol. that's great.
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Lol, thanks for the feedback! I shall be writing more asap!
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Chapter 9? Chapter 9?
*waddles around like a penguin*
Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Chapter 9.....
Chapter 8 was fantastic, but.....CHAPTER 9?!?!?!?!
And yes, I think I'm beginning to see your diabolical plan and it's ingenius!!! ~_^
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*pees pants laughing at image of you waddling around like a penguin*
lol, and, um, yeah...about chapter 9...
see, erm, 'member when you were talking about how your mum took away your computer when she thought you were on it too late at night? and then later you mentioned how fucked-up it would be if your parents found out about slash? yeah... so my mum thought i was on the computer too much and forced me to show her what i was writing...heh...was she EVER surprised...so, she took away my laptop and said i was addicted to slash (like it's a bad thing!!!) and she'll only let me have it for short, supervised periods throughout the day. granted, she didn't tell me to STOP writing or reading slash...she just said i have to focus on other things for a change (really, what else IS there??!!), so i guess it's not too bad...
but i AM working on chapter 9, slowly, and little by little, and i know exactly how it ends...it may just be a little while before everyone gets to read it :-( sorry!
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HO. LY. CRAP.
o_O
holycrap
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OH HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!
*worries something fierce*
My god, I hope that doesn't happen to me.
BUT THANK GOD FOR PAPER AND PEN!!!!
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Yes, my Billy. I knew it wasn’t fair to think of him that way, but I couldn’t help it. Even though nothing had ever happened between us, I still felt somewhat possessive of him. And now I couldn’t even pretend he was mine. She had fucking shattered all my dreams.
....i just went through pretty much the exact same thing. I am so Dom!! haha, but seriously, thanks for that.
God, he looked so delicious, hair rumpled from sleep (and before that me), those green eyes clouded with morning haze, making them look like sea-green pools shrouded in mist, a more beautiful sight I had never seen in my life. I had to tell him I loved him.
*le sigh* :)