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Title of Series: Fanfiction
Chapter: Erm... fourteen, I think. =)
Author: pokeh
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: The boyz have finally realized what life is all about. I guess. It goes a bit fast. I hope it's good enough.
Warnings: The chapters are teeny. Other than that, nothing. If you're looking at this post, you're probably prepared to read what goes on in my pervert mind.
Feedback: we wantsss it..

Disclaimer: I've never met these guys, forget about owning them. I haven't the foggiest about what they did together when the cameras weren't around. Well that's a lie (ha!), seeing as I've written all this, but no, this is for fun, see, even the title's called 'fanfiction.'

Previous Chapters:
One, two, three, four, five, six and seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.

note to celticpickle -- notice the words "bellybutton" and "traced" in the same line. OMGWTF.


Billy's mouth was sweet. Yeah, I'd known that from day one, just looking at it made me think of childhood and lollipops and melting ice cream and cinnamon, though I found Billy hated cinnamon, but he wasn't the one kissing that sweet baby mouth, now, was he? I lowered him onto the bed, nearly tore off his clothing, and proceeded to lick every inch of pale Scottish skin I could find, which wasn't hard considering he was completely nude, sprawled on the mattress wearing only a quirky smile that defied the burning intensity of his eyes, and his hair was rumpled, and he was nearly touching himself, and oh God, my pants were much too tight... I rid myself of them.
Soon, I was naked, and watching him watch my body. He pulled me onto the bed, straddled me, and introduced me to the feeling of pure bliss, rocking his hips into mine and ravishing my mouth with lips that no longer seemed so innocent...

"So," Dom ventured. "How d'you suppose we ended up like this?" In a sticky, sated heap, one arm tucked under Billy, the other drawing lazy circles around his bellybutton. How?
"Hmm." Billy nipped Dom's earlobe. "As I recall, it started with a kiss."
"It started with the notebooks, Bill." Dominic chuckled.
"Ah yes. The notebooks."
A comfortable silence filled the rom, broken only by the creaks of the house and the rustle of sheets as Dom's leg moved to cover Billy's. The traced circles didn't stop.
Billy felt safe and warm, some places suddenly warmer than others. His mind lazily trekked back to the past couple of months. Having the courage to write... spending time thinking about Dom, wanking off in the shower... freezing in terror when he found Viggo flipping through his work... Viggo.
"Viggo."
"No," the other corrected. "Dominic."
"No, Dom. It was Viggo. He switched the notebooks."
"How?"
"You ask him..."
"Perhaps later, Billy, love..." The circles slowly trailed lower... and Billy thought with a lazy smile, maybe there always is a spark of hope in pure fiction...