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Title: Hold On
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: R
Summary: Dom’s friends have had enough.
Feedback: Would be appreciated, but unbeta'd so please forgive my errors.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: Follow up to Good Enough. Forheather88, who begged that it not end there. Inspired by some lines of the song ‘Hold On’ by Sarah McLachlan and a comment Dom made in Rolling Stone magazine.
It’s Elijah’s voice, rather pissed off, that wakes him up. When the room darkening curtains are yanked back, flooding his bedroom with early afternoon sunlight, Dom groans and pulls the blanket over his head. His head is throbbing painfully, throat raw from too much smoke and alcohol. The resulting praying to the porcelain god in the wee hours has left him weak and aching.
“If you think I’m going to give up this easily, you’ve got another fucking thing coming,” Elijah threatens, grabbing hold of the material covering Dom and giving it a swift jerk.
“What the fuck is your problem, Lij?” Dom growls back, barely holding onto a sheet to conceal his nudity. “I was sleeping.”
“You’ve got one minute to get out of bed and into the shower,” Elijah replies matter of factly. “If you’re not in there when I get back, Sean and I are dragging you in there by any means necessary.”
Turning on his heel, the American stalks out of the room, arms still clutching the blanket. In the distance there is a low rumble of voices that Dom recognizes as Mac, Sean and Elijah.
“The fuck?” Dom grumbles, scrubbing a hand over his face. Now that his eyes have somewhat adjusted to the light, he looks around at the messy and cluttered room. Briefly considers telling Lij to shove it up his arse and going back to sleep, but something tells him that Elijah isn’t kidding this time. Kicking back the sheet with a heavy sigh, Dom does as he’s been told.
Wobbling unsteadily into the loo, Dom avoids looking at the mirror, positive that he looks like shite. He doesn’t remember what time he got home, or how much he had to drink the night before. The only semi-clear memory he can recall is when Mac found him passed out over the toilet and hauled his dead weight back to bed to sleep it off.
Ten minutes later he steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. Continuing to avoid the mirror, Dom brushes his teeth to rid himself of the foul taste lingering on his tongue. Next is two Paracetamol to help with his pounding head. Feeling as though he’s about to face a firing squad, Dom finally returns to the bedroom, where Elijah and Sean are waiting. Voices low, they stop talking when Dom enters the room. To his surprise there is a bag on the bed. His duffle bag.
“The fuck?” he asks, brow furrowing in confusion.
“Get dressed,” Elijah instructs, pointing to a pile of clean clothes next to the duffle bag. “We’ve already packed for you.”
“And where the fuck do you think I‘m going?” Dom fires back.
“You need to get out of here, Dom,” Sean replies patiently. “It’ll do you some good to go have some fun. Enjoy life.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere, besides back to bed.”
“Well, too bad,” Elijah chimes in. “You get a road trip with us.”
“Lij-”
“Dom,” Sean interrupts quietly, eyes serious. “This isn’t up for debate. You come with us willingly, or we’ll make you.”
Seeing that he has no choice, Dom nods. “Do you mind getting out of here so I can put some clothes on without an audience?”
“We leave in five minutes,” Sean adds before nudging Elijah out of the bedroom ahead of him, duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
Tossing the towel over the back of a chair, Dom pulls on the t-shirt and jeans left for him and runs his fingers through his wet hair in an attempt to put in some sort of order. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he finishes getting dressed, pulling on socks and shoving his feet into his favorite pair of trainers.
Taking one last look around his messy room, Dom grabs a pair of sunglasses off the cluttered dresser and slides them on before walking out to meet his friends.
* * *
Just under three hours later the three hobbits arrive at what Sean loudly proclaims is their destination for the day. The sound rouses Dom from sleep in the back seat where he’s been using his bag as a makeshift pillow. Squinting at the small house on the beach they’ve parked in front of, Dom frowns.
“Where are we?”
“You’ll see,” Elijah replies cheerfully.
Slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder, Dom follows the others up the narrow path to the front door. Confused, he looks around, wondering what Sean and Elijah have done. When the door opens, he understands.
“Special delivery, as per your instructions,” Elijah says brightly.
“Right on time,” Billy replies with a gentle smile, opening the door wide and gesturing for them all to enter. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
Dom wills his body to move, but it refuses to obey. He’s thankful for the sunglasses shielding his eyes, so they can’t see the excess moisture filling them and the rapid blinking to clear them.
“Welcome to Rosarito, Mexico, Dommie,” Billy says, taking Dom’s luggage with one hand and pulling him inside the air-conditioned house with the other. “Ever been to Baja before?”
“You-” Unable to find the words, Dom trails off, sagging weakly against the nearest wall.
“Thought you could use a holiday,” Billy explains after glancing over at Elijah and Sean.
Dom can’t see the expression on Billy’s face, but can hear the worry in his Scottish lilt. He watches silently as Billy and Sean exchange a few words.
“Okay then,” Sean says with a clap of his hands and rubbing them together. “We should get going.”
“What?” Dom exclaims.
“I promised the girls I’d be back to tuck them in tonight,” he replies.
“You’re not staying?”
“Nope,” Elijah adds, walking towards the door. “Billy wants you all to himself.”
Dom’s still searching for the words as the two hobbits hug him tightly and bid farewell. It’s only when he hears the car pull away that he looks over at Billy. Stomach churning, he can’t make himself talk. Can’t plaster on a happy façade and make his best mate believe that he’s fine.
“Hungry?” Billy asks quietly, very much aware of the tension in the room.
“A bit.”
Pointing down the hall, Billy adds, “Your room is the second door on the left. Put your stuff away while I get us some plates.”
Not waiting for an answer, Billy turns on his heel and disappears into the other room as Dom picks his bag up off the floor. He finds his room easily and takes a few minutes to unpack, wondering how he’s ever going to make it through the next few hours, let alone days. Who knows how long he’s here for. What did they tell Billy? Why? He’s busy shooting Master and Commander. They shouldn’t have bothered him.
Sensing that Dom isn’t in the mood to talk, Billy sets up dinner in the living room, a stack of dvd’s resting on the coffee table. All Dom’s favorites. He hasn’t watched them in months. Food and bottled water is gratefully consumed and the hours pass blessedly quick with few words exchanged. It’s after eleven when Billy shuts off the television and announces that he has to go to bed. Shooting tomorrow.
Hold on to yourself
for this is gonna hurt like hell
Dom can’t help stiffening when Billy hugs him goodnight, but hopes that he doesn’t notice. An awkward pat to Billy’s back and then he disappears into his room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He stays there for nearly an hour, until he can’t stand staring at the walls anymore.
Now dressed in dark blue cotton pajama bottoms that Sean most likely packed for him, Dom shuffles out into the living room in hopes of finding something to distract him. A familiar ache in his belly causes him to walk into the kitchen and over to the fridge. To his surprise, there is nothing in it to help dull his senses; only more bottled water like they’d had with dinner. Cursing himself for leaving his cigarettes back in LA, Dom returns to the living room and paces back and forth, searching his mind for something that will calm him down. Wishes that he had just one glass to help numb himself and escape the world for a few hours.
you know that you're my best friend
you know I'd do anything for you
“Are you even going to try to sleep or are you just going to wear a track in my floor?” Billy asks quietly, leaning against the wall. Dressed in plaid boxers and a faded t-shirt, he crosses his arms across his chest as he watches Dom.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you,” Dom offers as an apology. “I thought I was being quiet.”
“You were. I’ve just been listening for you.”
“Oh.”
“I heard you get up just after midnight,” Billy continues, pushing away from the wall and walking over to him. “It’s almost half one now.”
Surprised that so much time has passed, Dom looks over at the clock to see for himself. When he looks back, Billy is standing less than a foot away, eyes sad, brow furrowing with concern.
“C’mon,” he says softly, taking Dom’s hand and clasping it firmly. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
Wordlessly, Dom follows, only to be surprised again when Billy bypasses the guest room and leads Dom into his own bedroom at the end of the hall.
Not letting go of Dom, Billy slides between the sheets and settles on his pillow. Giving Dom’s hand a gentle tug, he beckons for the younger man to join him.
Am I in heaven here or am I . . .
at the crossroads I am standing
Eyes flooding with fresh tears, Dom slips into the bed next to Billy and starts to settle into the space beside him, only to be pulled closer and enveloped in Billy’s warm, gentle and comforting embrace. After stiffening for a few seconds, overcome with uncertainty, the tension begins to drain out of his body and Dom relaxes into Billy’s touch.
“We’ve been so worried about you, Dommie,” Billy whispers, fingers sliding through silky dark blonde strands of hair to hold Dom’s head to his chest. “I’ve been worried about you every single day.”
“I’m okay.”
“No you’re not.” A gentle kiss is pressed to the top of Dom’s head. “If you were okay you wouldn’t look so sad. You wouldn’t be avoiding us. Wouldn’t be hurting like this.”
“It’s not that bad,” Dom protests, but there is less conviction in his tone now.
“Dommie, if it’s not that bad, then why was Mac calling Sean at four in the morning, scared that you were going to drink yourself to death?” Billy’s voice cracks with emotion, and his breath hitches.
The gentle caress of Billy’s hand down his bare back and the other softly stroking his hair peels back the layers of lies covering Dom’s heart. The dam that’s been holding the pain and sadness that’s been consuming him more each day finally breaks, and it all comes pouring out in a massive rush of tears and incoherent sobbing.
Winding a leg around Dom’s and rocking back and forth ever so gently, Billy whispers softly as he cradles Dom in his arms, waiting for all the walls to come crashing down. To bring the dark truth into the light.
“It’s okay, Dommie,” Billy murmurs, holding Dom as tight as he dares, pressing kisses to his hair. “Let it out.”
Hot tears soak through the front of his t-shirt as one of Dom’s hands slide around his body, fisting a handful of cotton at Billy’s waist. Body wracked with harsh sobs, Dom holds on for dear life.
“I’m here,” Billy continues softly. “You’re safe with me.”
Hand gently stroking up and down Dom’s bare back, Billy continues whispering and rocking until Dom’s trembling sobs lessen and then finally stop. Listening and watching carefully in the moonlight, Billy keeps murmuring and rocking until he’s sure that Dom has fallen into a deep sleep.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he vows to the sleeping man. “Never again, I promise.”
Pulling the blankets over their bodies to ward off the chilly, air-conditioned air and wrapping his arms firmly around Dom, Billy finally allows himself to fall asleep as well.
* * *
Dom awakens when Billy reaches over him to silence the buzzing alarm clock on the nightstand.
“Sorry,” Billy mutters with a yawn as he settles back down on the pillow, leg and remaining arm still wrapped around Dom. “Meant to turn it off before so it wouldn’t wake you up.”
“It’s okay.”
Memories of the previous evening come crashing in and Dom flinches internally. The way he’d broken down and clung to Billy, crying himself to sleep. How he’d just woken up in the circle of his best mate’s arms having had a few peaceful hours of sleep; the first in months.
Smoothing Dom’s hair off his face and tracing the lines of dried tears, Billy cups his cheek and looks deep into his eyes.
“How you feeling?” he asks.
“Like a bit of a prat actually,” Dom admits, averting his gaze. “I’m sor-”
“Don’t you fecking dare apologize,” Billy interrupts firmly.
“But-”
“No.”
“Billy-”
“No,” Billy repeats softly, nudging up Dom’s chin so their eyes meet. “Don’t be sorry that you needed someone to hold you and remind you that they love you. And please don’t be sorry that it was me,” he pleads, eyes bright.
“Okay,” Dom whispers unsteadily, blinking back tears of his own.
“We’re going to get you through this, I promise,” Billy tells him, pulling their bodies close for a hug.
“Okay,” Dom replies, voice muffled against Billy’s t-shirt.
Several minutes later, Billy untangles himself from Dom and climbs out of bed before leaning down to press a kiss to Dom’s forehead.
“Go wash up,” he says. “I’ll make some breakfast for us.”
“Before you go?” Dom adds, unable to hide his disappointment.
“No, you’re coming with me, you daftie,” Billy corrects, ruffling Dom’s hair. “I’ve already cleared it with Peter.”
Giving Dom a warm smile he turns and heads for the kitchen.
“Billy?” Dom asks when he’s at the doorway.
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad I’m here.”
Billy smiles softly. “Me too.”
* * *
To Dom’s surprise the day passes quickly and he’s almost overwhelmed by the attention that Billy lavishes on him, despite the heavy shooting schedule. It’s almost as though they’re back in New Zealand; forever joined at the hip. Where there is Pippin, Merry cannot be far.
It feels good to be on set again, the energy of the creativity giving Dom’s heart a much needed spark. Watching Billy is wonderful, too. The rest of the cast treat him like they’ve known him all along, and in a way they have, as one crew member explains. Apparently Billy speaks of his time in New Zealand often, and of Dom on a daily basis.
Dom catches himself smiling as he watches the cameras roll and Billy lose himself in his character. He’s thankful for his sunglasses to hide the happy tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. When Peter calls ‘cut’ Dom has to sit on his hands to keep from bursting into applause, he’s just so proud. It’s late in the afternoon before he remembers that he hasn’t had a drink or a cigarette all day. He hasn’t needed anything to dull the sharp edges because he hasn’t felt them today.
That night they order pizza and it feels like old times. Billy has the next day off so there is no mention of going to bed early. Even so, the lack of sleep the night before, followed by a day in the sun proves to have sapped their energy, and it’s not long before both are fighting back yawns.
Pushing himself up off the couch, Billy stretches his arms over his head, causing his back to give a very satisfying crack.
“I’m going to bed,” he announces.
“Okay,” Dom replies, shutting off the television and rising as well.
Then they reach the guest room Dom starts to twist the doorknob, only to be stopped by Billy’s hand closing over his.
“Where are you going?” Billy asks softly.
“I thought you’d probably want-”
“I won’t be able to sleep if I’m worrying about you in your room, all alone,” Billy interrupts, pulling Dom close for a hug. “Stay with me. Please?”
“Okay.”
Silently, Dom is immensely relieved. He wasn’t looking forward to sleeping alone, but at the same time, doesn’t want to break down and cry again either. The knowledge that Billy wants him to be close helps to soothe his worries, but also makes him nervous.
“Get changed. I’m going to go brush my teeth,” Billy tells him before disappearing into the loo.
He’s back in a few minutes, finding Dom hovering in the hallway, now dressed in his pajama bottoms again, the uncertainty evident in his body language.
“Loo’s free.”
Nodding, Dom pushes away from the wall and walks into the small room as Billy ducks into the kitchen to grab two bottles of water from the fridge to take into the bedroom. He remembers that Dom usually gets thirsty in the night, or at least he did when they were in New Zealand.
So now you're sleeping peaceful
I lie awake and pray
that you'll be strong tomorrow
When Dom finally arrives at his bedroom door, the sheets have been turned down and Billy is settling into his pillow, having changed into a t-shirt and boxers. Wordlessly he reaches for Dom with one hand, patting the mattress beside him with the other.
Like the night before, there is a moment of tension as Dom lays down beside Billy, but it melts away when Billy’s arms close around him.
“So how are you feeling?” Billy asks gently. “And no telling me that you’re fine.”
“Better,” Dom replies quietly after thinking for a few moments. “Not great, but better than yesterday."
A now familiar kiss is pressed to the top of Dom’s head.
“Good. I bet tomorrow will be better than today.”
“I hope so.”
“Maybe we’ll go surfing.”
Shifting a little, Dom tries to decide what to do with the arm that isn’t folded between their bodies. Last night he’d been clutching Billy’s shirt with all the strength he had, but what about tonight? Behind him? In front of him? Around Billy? He’s running scenarios through his head over and over again until Billy reaches down and makes the decision for him.
“I can hear you thinking,” Billy says with a small smile. Wrapping his hand around Dom’s wrist, he guides the younger man’s arm until it’s curled around his waist. “That’s where it belongs.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Gnawing on his lower lip for a moment, Billy threads his fingers through Dom’s mussed hair and cuddles him closer. “Anything you want to talk about? Besides sleeping positions?”
Rubbing his cheek against Billy’s t-shirt, Dom sighs sleepily. “Not really. Just don’t want to be sad anymore.”
“It’ll happen,” Billy promises, rubbing Dom’s bare back in small, gentle circles. “Just takes time.”
“Yeah.”
They don’t speak for a long time, the faint hiss from the air conditioning vents filling the silence. Billy listens as Dom’s breathing becomes slow, steady and deep, much like the previous night after he’d calmed down. Pulling back ever so slightly, Billy looks down at Dom’s now sleeping face, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he dreams.
Desperately, he hopes that Dom is telling the truth; that he really is feeling better. Billy longs to see the light and sparkle in Dom’s usually playful and cheeky features. It’s been too long since he’s experienced that part of Dom, his face glowing and filled with mischief.
Tightening his arms around the sleeping man, Billy settles back down on his pillow and closes his eyes.
* * *
Waking with a start, Dom freezes, not wanting to disturb Billy as he sleeps peacefully, arms still holding Dom close.
Shaking his head, Dom tries to clear the dream from his memory; to wipe it away before it can take hold in his heart. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, he realizes that it’s the middle of the night. It’s when he’s curling back into Billy’s arms that he makes the mistake of looking at Billy’s sleeping face.
Before he can stop himself, Dom leans forward and brushes a feather light kiss across Billy’s bow-shaped lips, followed by another, with the slightest more pressure. Still, Billy sleeps on, completely oblivious. Dom aches to kiss him again, full, hard, with all the love in his heart. He knows that Billy cares about him, more than words could ever begin to express, as he has proven over the last two nights, but that it stops at best mates.
The truth hurts, but Dom realizes that he must accept it if he’s ever going to survive. He’ll have this time with Billy, where they can be closer than Dom ever imagined possible. It’ll be enough to get him through the darker moments, because he knows that Billy loves him. In his own way.
Snuggling into the circle of Billy’s arms, Dom closes his eyes and goes back to sleep.
* * *
Eyes snapping open, Billy’s breath catches. Looking down, he watches Dom breathe for a few moments, making sure that he hasn’t disturbed the younger man. Evidently not, as Dom continues to sleep peacefully, cheek resting against Billy’s chest.
Moving slowly and carefully, Billy gently untangles himself from Dom and slides silently out of bed. For a long time he stands at the edge of the bed, just watching Dom sleep; recalling the very familiar dream that had awoken him with such a start. His fingers linger over his mouth, trying to hold onto the feeling that the dream provided with such detail. After ensuring that Dom is adequately covered by a blanket, Billy grabs his mobile off the dresser and slips out of the bedroom.
Curling up on the couch, Billy presses the buttons of what used to be a frequently called number and then waits for the other end of the line to be answered. Finally it is, and the last question in Billy’s mind is answered.
“It’s me,” he says quietly. “We need to talk.”
* * *
Nearly an hour later Billy slips back into the moonlit bedroom and makes his way over to the bed. Without Billy to curl up to, Dom has rolled over onto his back, arm flung across the spot where Billy usually sleeps. The blanket and sheet have been shoved down nearly to his waist, exposing his bare skin to the cool air and pale blue light.
at the crossroads I am standing
Exhaling a nervous breath, Billy sits down on the mattress next to Dom and leans over, bracing himself with his arms. Heart pounding wildly in his chest, Billy closes the distance between their faces and lightly brushes his lips across Dom’s. When there is no reaction, Billy’s repeats the motion, this time with more pressure and a soft nibble to Dom’s lower lip.
Since his eyes are closed, Billy feels, rather than sees Dom awaken beneath him. Hears the surprised squeak and sharp intake of breath. Pulling back, Billy finally opens his eyes and waits for Dom’s reaction to the kiss.
Wide eyed, Dom stares up at him, lips parted, but no sound coming out. He blinks rapidly, mind racing to make sense of what has just happened. How the line between best mates and something else entirely has been crossed.
Ten, then twenty, then thirty seconds pass, and neither say a word. Finally, Billy averts his eyes and starts to pull away, cursing himself for burdening Dom further, when he already has so much to deal with. He’s stopped when Dom’s hands fist handfuls of his t-shirt at his hips.
“Wait,” Dom whispers. “Don’t go.”
And then Dom’s long arms are winding around Billy’s waist, bringing their bodies together. Silently, he nods his assent before closing the distance between their mouths and returning Billy’s soft and tentative kiss. Trembling hands slide up Billy’s back, touching and caressing as Dom moans softly at his tender touch.
Unable to hold back the sigh of relief, Billy deepens the kiss, whimpering when Dom parts his lips and draws Billy’s tongue into his warm, wet mouth. Tongues explore each others mouths shyly, growing bolder as lust and need overwhelm them both.
Hearts are pounding, breathing ragged as they continue to kiss hungrily, Dom’s hands pulling at Billy’s t-shirt and sliding his hands beneath it. Shifting so he’s stretched out beside Dom, Billy wraps his arms around Dom’s slender frame, pulling their bodies tightly together from chest to thigh. Gasps when their erections rub together through the layers of cloth.
Rolling onto his back so Dom is sprawled over him, Billy slides his lightly calloused fingertips down Dom’s smooth spine, pausing briefly at the waistband of his pajama pants before moving lower to cup the sweet curve of his arse. Unable to stop himself, Billy gives it a firm squeeze, causing Dom to whimper softly and ground their hips together.
Moaning into Billy’s mouth and thrusting his hips, Dom deepens the kiss further, his fists clutching handfuls of Billy’s t-shirt as their aroused bodies writhe against one another. Another roll and Billy is on top, Dom desperately pulling at the t-shirt until it’s finally tossed away and their bare skin can touch.
Their kisses grow in intensity, until Dom finally tears his lips away from Billy’s, panting heavily for breath.
“Wait.”
Rolling them over onto their sides, Billy cups Dom’s face and smoothes back the wild spill of hair.
“What?” he asks breathlessly.
Dom’s eyes are unreadable to Billy in the soft light until he says the word.
“Ali.”
Thankful that Dom doesn’t regret what they’ve just done, Billy shakes his head. “It’s over.”
“Since when?”
”Before I left for Mexico,” Billy replies softly. “We just hadn’t said the words.”
Confused, Dom frowns. “When did you say the words?”
“A little while ago. I woke up and had to call her.”
“Why now?”
and love the light that brings a smile across your face...
“Because for months now I’ve been having a wonderful dream, almost every single night. I’m on the beach, sitting in the sand after a day of surfing, but I’m not alone,” Billy says, cuddling Dom close. “The person I’m with is much more than a friend. I want to kiss, touch and love much more than a friend. Tonight I saw that person’s face for the first time. And then I knew. It was so clear to me that I wanted to smack myself for not seeing it from the beginning.”
Eyes wide, Dom can only stare and wait for Billy to finish.
“I’ve been dreaming of you, Dommie. It’s always been you.”
Billy wants to say more, but can’t because Dom’s tongue is buried in his mouth, hungrily stroking and sucking on his lips and tongue, hand sliding down his back and inside his boxers. Things are about to spin completely out of control when Billy breaks away.
“Wait,” he pants, placing his hands on Dom’s bare shoulders to hold him back. “We need to talk about this.”
“About what?”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have done this. You’re not in the right place to be starting a new relationship. There’s just so much-”
“No, Bills,” Dom protests, trying to press forward and kiss Billy again. “It’s okay.”
“Dommie, wait,” Billy whispers, cuddling Dom to his chest. “There’s no hurry. We can step back; take our time. Make sure it’s right.”
“I know that, Bills.”
“Huh?”
Pushing away just enough so their eyes can meet, Dom smiles. It’s not a fake smile either. His eyes are sparkling, his cheeks rosy with happiness. “Listen to me, Bills. It’s okay to take things slow.”
“But you-”
“It’s good enough just to be able to hold on,” Dom interrupts, finger tracing Billy’s lower lip. “To be in your arms and know how you feel about me.”
“Aw, Dommie.”
“For now,” he adds. “Just as long as you hold on.”
“I’ll never let you go,” Billy promises. “We take it one step at a time.”
“I also have one request.”
“What’s that?”
“Since it’s almost half four in the morning can we go back to sleep now?” Dom asks as he stifles a yawn. “I’ve discovered I quite like falling asleep in your arms, and waking up in your arms.”
Gathering Dom to his chest, Billy kisses the top of his head, wrapping his arms and leg possessively around the younger man.
“That makes two of us.”
Keeping his promise, Billy holds on, and they fall back to sleep together, curled up in each others embrace.
* * *
fin
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: R
Summary: Dom’s friends have had enough.
Feedback: Would be appreciated, but unbeta'd so please forgive my errors.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality.
A/N: Follow up to Good Enough. For
heather88, who begged that it not end there. Inspired by some lines of the song ‘Hold On’ by Sarah McLachlan and a comment Dom made in Rolling Stone magazine. It’s Elijah’s voice, rather pissed off, that wakes him up. When the room darkening curtains are yanked back, flooding his bedroom with early afternoon sunlight, Dom groans and pulls the blanket over his head. His head is throbbing painfully, throat raw from too much smoke and alcohol. The resulting praying to the porcelain god in the wee hours has left him weak and aching.
“If you think I’m going to give up this easily, you’ve got another fucking thing coming,” Elijah threatens, grabbing hold of the material covering Dom and giving it a swift jerk.
“What the fuck is your problem, Lij?” Dom growls back, barely holding onto a sheet to conceal his nudity. “I was sleeping.”
“You’ve got one minute to get out of bed and into the shower,” Elijah replies matter of factly. “If you’re not in there when I get back, Sean and I are dragging you in there by any means necessary.”
Turning on his heel, the American stalks out of the room, arms still clutching the blanket. In the distance there is a low rumble of voices that Dom recognizes as Mac, Sean and Elijah.
“The fuck?” Dom grumbles, scrubbing a hand over his face. Now that his eyes have somewhat adjusted to the light, he looks around at the messy and cluttered room. Briefly considers telling Lij to shove it up his arse and going back to sleep, but something tells him that Elijah isn’t kidding this time. Kicking back the sheet with a heavy sigh, Dom does as he’s been told.
Wobbling unsteadily into the loo, Dom avoids looking at the mirror, positive that he looks like shite. He doesn’t remember what time he got home, or how much he had to drink the night before. The only semi-clear memory he can recall is when Mac found him passed out over the toilet and hauled his dead weight back to bed to sleep it off.
Ten minutes later he steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. Continuing to avoid the mirror, Dom brushes his teeth to rid himself of the foul taste lingering on his tongue. Next is two Paracetamol to help with his pounding head. Feeling as though he’s about to face a firing squad, Dom finally returns to the bedroom, where Elijah and Sean are waiting. Voices low, they stop talking when Dom enters the room. To his surprise there is a bag on the bed. His duffle bag.
“The fuck?” he asks, brow furrowing in confusion.
“Get dressed,” Elijah instructs, pointing to a pile of clean clothes next to the duffle bag. “We’ve already packed for you.”
“And where the fuck do you think I‘m going?” Dom fires back.
“You need to get out of here, Dom,” Sean replies patiently. “It’ll do you some good to go have some fun. Enjoy life.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere, besides back to bed.”
“Well, too bad,” Elijah chimes in. “You get a road trip with us.”
“Lij-”
“Dom,” Sean interrupts quietly, eyes serious. “This isn’t up for debate. You come with us willingly, or we’ll make you.”
Seeing that he has no choice, Dom nods. “Do you mind getting out of here so I can put some clothes on without an audience?”
“We leave in five minutes,” Sean adds before nudging Elijah out of the bedroom ahead of him, duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
Tossing the towel over the back of a chair, Dom pulls on the t-shirt and jeans left for him and runs his fingers through his wet hair in an attempt to put in some sort of order. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he finishes getting dressed, pulling on socks and shoving his feet into his favorite pair of trainers.
Taking one last look around his messy room, Dom grabs a pair of sunglasses off the cluttered dresser and slides them on before walking out to meet his friends.
* * *
Just under three hours later the three hobbits arrive at what Sean loudly proclaims is their destination for the day. The sound rouses Dom from sleep in the back seat where he’s been using his bag as a makeshift pillow. Squinting at the small house on the beach they’ve parked in front of, Dom frowns.
“Where are we?”
“You’ll see,” Elijah replies cheerfully.
Slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder, Dom follows the others up the narrow path to the front door. Confused, he looks around, wondering what Sean and Elijah have done. When the door opens, he understands.
“Special delivery, as per your instructions,” Elijah says brightly.
“Right on time,” Billy replies with a gentle smile, opening the door wide and gesturing for them all to enter. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
Dom wills his body to move, but it refuses to obey. He’s thankful for the sunglasses shielding his eyes, so they can’t see the excess moisture filling them and the rapid blinking to clear them.
“Welcome to Rosarito, Mexico, Dommie,” Billy says, taking Dom’s luggage with one hand and pulling him inside the air-conditioned house with the other. “Ever been to Baja before?”
“You-” Unable to find the words, Dom trails off, sagging weakly against the nearest wall.
“Thought you could use a holiday,” Billy explains after glancing over at Elijah and Sean.
Dom can’t see the expression on Billy’s face, but can hear the worry in his Scottish lilt. He watches silently as Billy and Sean exchange a few words.
“Okay then,” Sean says with a clap of his hands and rubbing them together. “We should get going.”
“What?” Dom exclaims.
“I promised the girls I’d be back to tuck them in tonight,” he replies.
“You’re not staying?”
“Nope,” Elijah adds, walking towards the door. “Billy wants you all to himself.”
Dom’s still searching for the words as the two hobbits hug him tightly and bid farewell. It’s only when he hears the car pull away that he looks over at Billy. Stomach churning, he can’t make himself talk. Can’t plaster on a happy façade and make his best mate believe that he’s fine.
“Hungry?” Billy asks quietly, very much aware of the tension in the room.
“A bit.”
Pointing down the hall, Billy adds, “Your room is the second door on the left. Put your stuff away while I get us some plates.”
Not waiting for an answer, Billy turns on his heel and disappears into the other room as Dom picks his bag up off the floor. He finds his room easily and takes a few minutes to unpack, wondering how he’s ever going to make it through the next few hours, let alone days. Who knows how long he’s here for. What did they tell Billy? Why? He’s busy shooting Master and Commander. They shouldn’t have bothered him.
Sensing that Dom isn’t in the mood to talk, Billy sets up dinner in the living room, a stack of dvd’s resting on the coffee table. All Dom’s favorites. He hasn’t watched them in months. Food and bottled water is gratefully consumed and the hours pass blessedly quick with few words exchanged. It’s after eleven when Billy shuts off the television and announces that he has to go to bed. Shooting tomorrow.
Hold on to yourself
for this is gonna hurt like hell
Dom can’t help stiffening when Billy hugs him goodnight, but hopes that he doesn’t notice. An awkward pat to Billy’s back and then he disappears into his room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He stays there for nearly an hour, until he can’t stand staring at the walls anymore.
Now dressed in dark blue cotton pajama bottoms that Sean most likely packed for him, Dom shuffles out into the living room in hopes of finding something to distract him. A familiar ache in his belly causes him to walk into the kitchen and over to the fridge. To his surprise, there is nothing in it to help dull his senses; only more bottled water like they’d had with dinner. Cursing himself for leaving his cigarettes back in LA, Dom returns to the living room and paces back and forth, searching his mind for something that will calm him down. Wishes that he had just one glass to help numb himself and escape the world for a few hours.
you know that you're my best friend
you know I'd do anything for you
“Are you even going to try to sleep or are you just going to wear a track in my floor?” Billy asks quietly, leaning against the wall. Dressed in plaid boxers and a faded t-shirt, he crosses his arms across his chest as he watches Dom.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you,” Dom offers as an apology. “I thought I was being quiet.”
“You were. I’ve just been listening for you.”
“Oh.”
“I heard you get up just after midnight,” Billy continues, pushing away from the wall and walking over to him. “It’s almost half one now.”
Surprised that so much time has passed, Dom looks over at the clock to see for himself. When he looks back, Billy is standing less than a foot away, eyes sad, brow furrowing with concern.
“C’mon,” he says softly, taking Dom’s hand and clasping it firmly. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
Wordlessly, Dom follows, only to be surprised again when Billy bypasses the guest room and leads Dom into his own bedroom at the end of the hall.
Not letting go of Dom, Billy slides between the sheets and settles on his pillow. Giving Dom’s hand a gentle tug, he beckons for the younger man to join him.
Am I in heaven here or am I . . .
at the crossroads I am standing
Eyes flooding with fresh tears, Dom slips into the bed next to Billy and starts to settle into the space beside him, only to be pulled closer and enveloped in Billy’s warm, gentle and comforting embrace. After stiffening for a few seconds, overcome with uncertainty, the tension begins to drain out of his body and Dom relaxes into Billy’s touch.
“We’ve been so worried about you, Dommie,” Billy whispers, fingers sliding through silky dark blonde strands of hair to hold Dom’s head to his chest. “I’ve been worried about you every single day.”
“I’m okay.”
“No you’re not.” A gentle kiss is pressed to the top of Dom’s head. “If you were okay you wouldn’t look so sad. You wouldn’t be avoiding us. Wouldn’t be hurting like this.”
“It’s not that bad,” Dom protests, but there is less conviction in his tone now.
“Dommie, if it’s not that bad, then why was Mac calling Sean at four in the morning, scared that you were going to drink yourself to death?” Billy’s voice cracks with emotion, and his breath hitches.
The gentle caress of Billy’s hand down his bare back and the other softly stroking his hair peels back the layers of lies covering Dom’s heart. The dam that’s been holding the pain and sadness that’s been consuming him more each day finally breaks, and it all comes pouring out in a massive rush of tears and incoherent sobbing.
Winding a leg around Dom’s and rocking back and forth ever so gently, Billy whispers softly as he cradles Dom in his arms, waiting for all the walls to come crashing down. To bring the dark truth into the light.
“It’s okay, Dommie,” Billy murmurs, holding Dom as tight as he dares, pressing kisses to his hair. “Let it out.”
Hot tears soak through the front of his t-shirt as one of Dom’s hands slide around his body, fisting a handful of cotton at Billy’s waist. Body wracked with harsh sobs, Dom holds on for dear life.
“I’m here,” Billy continues softly. “You’re safe with me.”
Hand gently stroking up and down Dom’s bare back, Billy continues whispering and rocking until Dom’s trembling sobs lessen and then finally stop. Listening and watching carefully in the moonlight, Billy keeps murmuring and rocking until he’s sure that Dom has fallen into a deep sleep.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he vows to the sleeping man. “Never again, I promise.”
Pulling the blankets over their bodies to ward off the chilly, air-conditioned air and wrapping his arms firmly around Dom, Billy finally allows himself to fall asleep as well.
* * *
Dom awakens when Billy reaches over him to silence the buzzing alarm clock on the nightstand.
“Sorry,” Billy mutters with a yawn as he settles back down on the pillow, leg and remaining arm still wrapped around Dom. “Meant to turn it off before so it wouldn’t wake you up.”
“It’s okay.”
Memories of the previous evening come crashing in and Dom flinches internally. The way he’d broken down and clung to Billy, crying himself to sleep. How he’d just woken up in the circle of his best mate’s arms having had a few peaceful hours of sleep; the first in months.
Smoothing Dom’s hair off his face and tracing the lines of dried tears, Billy cups his cheek and looks deep into his eyes.
“How you feeling?” he asks.
“Like a bit of a prat actually,” Dom admits, averting his gaze. “I’m sor-”
“Don’t you fecking dare apologize,” Billy interrupts firmly.
“But-”
“No.”
“Billy-”
“No,” Billy repeats softly, nudging up Dom’s chin so their eyes meet. “Don’t be sorry that you needed someone to hold you and remind you that they love you. And please don’t be sorry that it was me,” he pleads, eyes bright.
“Okay,” Dom whispers unsteadily, blinking back tears of his own.
“We’re going to get you through this, I promise,” Billy tells him, pulling their bodies close for a hug.
“Okay,” Dom replies, voice muffled against Billy’s t-shirt.
Several minutes later, Billy untangles himself from Dom and climbs out of bed before leaning down to press a kiss to Dom’s forehead.
“Go wash up,” he says. “I’ll make some breakfast for us.”
“Before you go?” Dom adds, unable to hide his disappointment.
“No, you’re coming with me, you daftie,” Billy corrects, ruffling Dom’s hair. “I’ve already cleared it with Peter.”
Giving Dom a warm smile he turns and heads for the kitchen.
“Billy?” Dom asks when he’s at the doorway.
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad I’m here.”
Billy smiles softly. “Me too.”
* * *
To Dom’s surprise the day passes quickly and he’s almost overwhelmed by the attention that Billy lavishes on him, despite the heavy shooting schedule. It’s almost as though they’re back in New Zealand; forever joined at the hip. Where there is Pippin, Merry cannot be far.
It feels good to be on set again, the energy of the creativity giving Dom’s heart a much needed spark. Watching Billy is wonderful, too. The rest of the cast treat him like they’ve known him all along, and in a way they have, as one crew member explains. Apparently Billy speaks of his time in New Zealand often, and of Dom on a daily basis.
Dom catches himself smiling as he watches the cameras roll and Billy lose himself in his character. He’s thankful for his sunglasses to hide the happy tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. When Peter calls ‘cut’ Dom has to sit on his hands to keep from bursting into applause, he’s just so proud. It’s late in the afternoon before he remembers that he hasn’t had a drink or a cigarette all day. He hasn’t needed anything to dull the sharp edges because he hasn’t felt them today.
That night they order pizza and it feels like old times. Billy has the next day off so there is no mention of going to bed early. Even so, the lack of sleep the night before, followed by a day in the sun proves to have sapped their energy, and it’s not long before both are fighting back yawns.
Pushing himself up off the couch, Billy stretches his arms over his head, causing his back to give a very satisfying crack.
“I’m going to bed,” he announces.
“Okay,” Dom replies, shutting off the television and rising as well.
Then they reach the guest room Dom starts to twist the doorknob, only to be stopped by Billy’s hand closing over his.
“Where are you going?” Billy asks softly.
“I thought you’d probably want-”
“I won’t be able to sleep if I’m worrying about you in your room, all alone,” Billy interrupts, pulling Dom close for a hug. “Stay with me. Please?”
“Okay.”
Silently, Dom is immensely relieved. He wasn’t looking forward to sleeping alone, but at the same time, doesn’t want to break down and cry again either. The knowledge that Billy wants him to be close helps to soothe his worries, but also makes him nervous.
“Get changed. I’m going to go brush my teeth,” Billy tells him before disappearing into the loo.
He’s back in a few minutes, finding Dom hovering in the hallway, now dressed in his pajama bottoms again, the uncertainty evident in his body language.
“Loo’s free.”
Nodding, Dom pushes away from the wall and walks into the small room as Billy ducks into the kitchen to grab two bottles of water from the fridge to take into the bedroom. He remembers that Dom usually gets thirsty in the night, or at least he did when they were in New Zealand.
So now you're sleeping peaceful
I lie awake and pray
that you'll be strong tomorrow
When Dom finally arrives at his bedroom door, the sheets have been turned down and Billy is settling into his pillow, having changed into a t-shirt and boxers. Wordlessly he reaches for Dom with one hand, patting the mattress beside him with the other.
Like the night before, there is a moment of tension as Dom lays down beside Billy, but it melts away when Billy’s arms close around him.
“So how are you feeling?” Billy asks gently. “And no telling me that you’re fine.”
“Better,” Dom replies quietly after thinking for a few moments. “Not great, but better than yesterday."
A now familiar kiss is pressed to the top of Dom’s head.
“Good. I bet tomorrow will be better than today.”
“I hope so.”
“Maybe we’ll go surfing.”
Shifting a little, Dom tries to decide what to do with the arm that isn’t folded between their bodies. Last night he’d been clutching Billy’s shirt with all the strength he had, but what about tonight? Behind him? In front of him? Around Billy? He’s running scenarios through his head over and over again until Billy reaches down and makes the decision for him.
“I can hear you thinking,” Billy says with a small smile. Wrapping his hand around Dom’s wrist, he guides the younger man’s arm until it’s curled around his waist. “That’s where it belongs.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Gnawing on his lower lip for a moment, Billy threads his fingers through Dom’s mussed hair and cuddles him closer. “Anything you want to talk about? Besides sleeping positions?”
Rubbing his cheek against Billy’s t-shirt, Dom sighs sleepily. “Not really. Just don’t want to be sad anymore.”
“It’ll happen,” Billy promises, rubbing Dom’s bare back in small, gentle circles. “Just takes time.”
“Yeah.”
They don’t speak for a long time, the faint hiss from the air conditioning vents filling the silence. Billy listens as Dom’s breathing becomes slow, steady and deep, much like the previous night after he’d calmed down. Pulling back ever so slightly, Billy looks down at Dom’s now sleeping face, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he dreams.
Desperately, he hopes that Dom is telling the truth; that he really is feeling better. Billy longs to see the light and sparkle in Dom’s usually playful and cheeky features. It’s been too long since he’s experienced that part of Dom, his face glowing and filled with mischief.
Tightening his arms around the sleeping man, Billy settles back down on his pillow and closes his eyes.
* * *
Waking with a start, Dom freezes, not wanting to disturb Billy as he sleeps peacefully, arms still holding Dom close.
Shaking his head, Dom tries to clear the dream from his memory; to wipe it away before it can take hold in his heart. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, he realizes that it’s the middle of the night. It’s when he’s curling back into Billy’s arms that he makes the mistake of looking at Billy’s sleeping face.
Before he can stop himself, Dom leans forward and brushes a feather light kiss across Billy’s bow-shaped lips, followed by another, with the slightest more pressure. Still, Billy sleeps on, completely oblivious. Dom aches to kiss him again, full, hard, with all the love in his heart. He knows that Billy cares about him, more than words could ever begin to express, as he has proven over the last two nights, but that it stops at best mates.
The truth hurts, but Dom realizes that he must accept it if he’s ever going to survive. He’ll have this time with Billy, where they can be closer than Dom ever imagined possible. It’ll be enough to get him through the darker moments, because he knows that Billy loves him. In his own way.
Snuggling into the circle of Billy’s arms, Dom closes his eyes and goes back to sleep.
* * *
Eyes snapping open, Billy’s breath catches. Looking down, he watches Dom breathe for a few moments, making sure that he hasn’t disturbed the younger man. Evidently not, as Dom continues to sleep peacefully, cheek resting against Billy’s chest.
Moving slowly and carefully, Billy gently untangles himself from Dom and slides silently out of bed. For a long time he stands at the edge of the bed, just watching Dom sleep; recalling the very familiar dream that had awoken him with such a start. His fingers linger over his mouth, trying to hold onto the feeling that the dream provided with such detail. After ensuring that Dom is adequately covered by a blanket, Billy grabs his mobile off the dresser and slips out of the bedroom.
Curling up on the couch, Billy presses the buttons of what used to be a frequently called number and then waits for the other end of the line to be answered. Finally it is, and the last question in Billy’s mind is answered.
“It’s me,” he says quietly. “We need to talk.”
* * *
Nearly an hour later Billy slips back into the moonlit bedroom and makes his way over to the bed. Without Billy to curl up to, Dom has rolled over onto his back, arm flung across the spot where Billy usually sleeps. The blanket and sheet have been shoved down nearly to his waist, exposing his bare skin to the cool air and pale blue light.
at the crossroads I am standing
Exhaling a nervous breath, Billy sits down on the mattress next to Dom and leans over, bracing himself with his arms. Heart pounding wildly in his chest, Billy closes the distance between their faces and lightly brushes his lips across Dom’s. When there is no reaction, Billy’s repeats the motion, this time with more pressure and a soft nibble to Dom’s lower lip.
Since his eyes are closed, Billy feels, rather than sees Dom awaken beneath him. Hears the surprised squeak and sharp intake of breath. Pulling back, Billy finally opens his eyes and waits for Dom’s reaction to the kiss.
Wide eyed, Dom stares up at him, lips parted, but no sound coming out. He blinks rapidly, mind racing to make sense of what has just happened. How the line between best mates and something else entirely has been crossed.
Ten, then twenty, then thirty seconds pass, and neither say a word. Finally, Billy averts his eyes and starts to pull away, cursing himself for burdening Dom further, when he already has so much to deal with. He’s stopped when Dom’s hands fist handfuls of his t-shirt at his hips.
“Wait,” Dom whispers. “Don’t go.”
And then Dom’s long arms are winding around Billy’s waist, bringing their bodies together. Silently, he nods his assent before closing the distance between their mouths and returning Billy’s soft and tentative kiss. Trembling hands slide up Billy’s back, touching and caressing as Dom moans softly at his tender touch.
Unable to hold back the sigh of relief, Billy deepens the kiss, whimpering when Dom parts his lips and draws Billy’s tongue into his warm, wet mouth. Tongues explore each others mouths shyly, growing bolder as lust and need overwhelm them both.
Hearts are pounding, breathing ragged as they continue to kiss hungrily, Dom’s hands pulling at Billy’s t-shirt and sliding his hands beneath it. Shifting so he’s stretched out beside Dom, Billy wraps his arms around Dom’s slender frame, pulling their bodies tightly together from chest to thigh. Gasps when their erections rub together through the layers of cloth.
Rolling onto his back so Dom is sprawled over him, Billy slides his lightly calloused fingertips down Dom’s smooth spine, pausing briefly at the waistband of his pajama pants before moving lower to cup the sweet curve of his arse. Unable to stop himself, Billy gives it a firm squeeze, causing Dom to whimper softly and ground their hips together.
Moaning into Billy’s mouth and thrusting his hips, Dom deepens the kiss further, his fists clutching handfuls of Billy’s t-shirt as their aroused bodies writhe against one another. Another roll and Billy is on top, Dom desperately pulling at the t-shirt until it’s finally tossed away and their bare skin can touch.
Their kisses grow in intensity, until Dom finally tears his lips away from Billy’s, panting heavily for breath.
“Wait.”
Rolling them over onto their sides, Billy cups Dom’s face and smoothes back the wild spill of hair.
“What?” he asks breathlessly.
Dom’s eyes are unreadable to Billy in the soft light until he says the word.
“Ali.”
Thankful that Dom doesn’t regret what they’ve just done, Billy shakes his head. “It’s over.”
“Since when?”
”Before I left for Mexico,” Billy replies softly. “We just hadn’t said the words.”
Confused, Dom frowns. “When did you say the words?”
“A little while ago. I woke up and had to call her.”
“Why now?”
and love the light that brings a smile across your face...
“Because for months now I’ve been having a wonderful dream, almost every single night. I’m on the beach, sitting in the sand after a day of surfing, but I’m not alone,” Billy says, cuddling Dom close. “The person I’m with is much more than a friend. I want to kiss, touch and love much more than a friend. Tonight I saw that person’s face for the first time. And then I knew. It was so clear to me that I wanted to smack myself for not seeing it from the beginning.”
Eyes wide, Dom can only stare and wait for Billy to finish.
“I’ve been dreaming of you, Dommie. It’s always been you.”
Billy wants to say more, but can’t because Dom’s tongue is buried in his mouth, hungrily stroking and sucking on his lips and tongue, hand sliding down his back and inside his boxers. Things are about to spin completely out of control when Billy breaks away.
“Wait,” he pants, placing his hands on Dom’s bare shoulders to hold him back. “We need to talk about this.”
“About what?”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have done this. You’re not in the right place to be starting a new relationship. There’s just so much-”
“No, Bills,” Dom protests, trying to press forward and kiss Billy again. “It’s okay.”
“Dommie, wait,” Billy whispers, cuddling Dom to his chest. “There’s no hurry. We can step back; take our time. Make sure it’s right.”
“I know that, Bills.”
“Huh?”
Pushing away just enough so their eyes can meet, Dom smiles. It’s not a fake smile either. His eyes are sparkling, his cheeks rosy with happiness. “Listen to me, Bills. It’s okay to take things slow.”
“But you-”
“It’s good enough just to be able to hold on,” Dom interrupts, finger tracing Billy’s lower lip. “To be in your arms and know how you feel about me.”
“Aw, Dommie.”
“For now,” he adds. “Just as long as you hold on.”
“I’ll never let you go,” Billy promises. “We take it one step at a time.”
“I also have one request.”
“What’s that?”
“Since it’s almost half four in the morning can we go back to sleep now?” Dom asks as he stifles a yawn. “I’ve discovered I quite like falling asleep in your arms, and waking up in your arms.”
Gathering Dom to his chest, Billy kisses the top of his head, wrapping his arms and leg possessively around the younger man.
“That makes two of us.”
Keeping his promise, Billy holds on, and they fall back to sleep together, curled up in each others embrace.
* * *
fin
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Happy you enjoyed.
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*applauds*
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I seriously have no idea what to say to that, except a very humble thank you. I'm very touched that you enjoyed. Hope I continue to write stories that live up to your praise.
Again, thank you.
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Thanks so much. I hadn't planned this, but it just came to me and wouldn't stop until I wrote it down. So happy you liked.
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Aww, thank you. And, your welcome. After writing Good Enough I had to do something about it. Couldn't leave Dom that way. He needed Billy.
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Pleasant dreams.
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No because they're like peas and carrots those two! *hopes to have sweet Billy and Dom dreams now* :D
<333
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Chalk up another one for you!
Dylan: liek, fifty million gazillion trillion billion bajillion...liekwoah!
Tracie: ø
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What a good bedtime story. :) *cuddles up in blankets*
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What I loved the mostest was how they didn't automactically go at it in the end. Too many fics just jump the 8 billion baby steps two people go through from "I like you" to fucking like bunnies. Real people are usually still sleepy at 4 am, even if the love of their life has just admitted to loving you back.
This was a wonderful story.
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Oh, and I second the comment about Dom breaking down in Billy's arms - very nicely written. I was worried that I'd find this type of fic and Dom would magically be cured/fixed with no kind of having to deal with what had happened to his life, but this was beautiful.
Thank you.
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What a great way to start off a Monday that's gonna suck otherwise. Well done!
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“I can hear you thinking,” Billy says with a small smile. Wrapping his hand around Dom’s wrist, he guides the younger man’s arm until it’s curled around his waist. “That’s where it belongs.”
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Hope you had sweet dreams. I know I did.
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Thanks so much. Glad you enjoyed.