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monaboyd Apr. 26th, 2005 05:32 pm)Title:
Beautiful Boys (1/11?)
Song: "Michael" by Franz Ferdinand
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erraticrhapsody
Rated: R
Pairing: Uh...are we not in a Monaboyd community? It's Atila the Hun/Juliet
Monaboyd
Disclaimer: I'm a dirty liar. This never happened. If it did
happen (which it didn't) I want photos and video, please. I don't own Billy or
Dom (but God willing, someday I might) and I don't know these blokes
either...for now...I also didn't write the song "Michael".
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome.
A/N: This is my first songfic and my first non-drabble fic (be gentle!), so beware.
Also, this is un-betaed so I claim all of the mistakes. Instead of taking
forever to write one whole fic for the whole song, I decided to break the
stanzas off into chapters. Wow. I don't know whether that is extremely witty or
stupid. I want to keep everyone in suspense? Let's go with
that...
This is where I'll be
So heavenly
So come and Dance with me Michael
Bastard, Billy thought as he took another swig of his drink. Malt whiskey. A personal favourite of his. However, he didn't care, nor could he even think about what he was drinking. Billy released a bored sigh as his eyes darted to and fro at the dance floor. Loud, sensual music blared from unseen speakers.
After about 30 minutes of continuous staring at the dance floor, his prize was sought. Dominic made his way through the dance crowd, dancing with anyone who would have him. Women. Men. Men and women, women and women, men and men; all of them loved forming a "Dom sandwich." His gyrating hips and exploring hands made it evident that he was having a great time and loved when they did it as well. Dom made it a known fact that he was no amateur in the bedroom through his thrusting, slamming, licking, grabbing and pure sexual movement that exuded from him. To put it simply, the boy could dance.
Wow. He's never danced like that with me before. Well, not danced like that before. There was that one time when he visited me in Mexico and...Fuck. Stop thinking about that stuff. He's your best mate. You stopped doing stuff like that a long time ago. Besides, Boyd, you've got Ali. Ali's great. Just-
Billy's emerald eyes trailed down slowly to the circling, grinding lower half of his best mate. He gulped and shifted in his seat.
Ali's never done anything like that and she's a bloody dancer. If she could do half of what Dommeh's doing right now...Stop. Just stop. You're in a public place, you pervert.
Billy was a dear caught in the headlights. He wasn't one to stare, he knew it was rude. But there was no way that he could help it, Dom looked to damned hot. No one could help it because it was Dom and he simply oozed that lusty heat.
Dominic was dancing in such a way that would make Paris Hilton blush. Billy had to practically restrain himself. He had half a mind to push his chair aside, storm right up to that sexy, cheeky bastard and snog him like mad. However, Billy had more self-control than he expected. Once more he shifted uncomfortably in his chair and took another drink of his whiskey.
The blatant staring and burning holes into Dom's tight jeans and shirt had finally had some done some damage. Dom had caught Billy gawking at him for quite some time now; probably during Billy's inner comparison between Ali and Dom's dancing. A smirk spread across the younger man's face as he finished giving his dance partners the pleasure of his presence. A collective wail of objection came from them as turned toward Billy, crossing his arms as he did so. His smirk, which seemed forever glued onto his face, caught Billy off guard. Good job. Billy's face flushed to crimson. I bet this is just what Dom wanted. Getting caught in the act. Nice one, Billy Old Boy. He'll eat this up.
Billy barely had time to collect his thoughts and calm himself down when Dom casually strolled up to him. Billy leaned back into his seat and took a quiet sip of his whiskey. Why was he feeling this way again? His mind suddenly raced with visions of their two bodies intertwining...pulse rising...glistening...grinding to the blaring music. What the fuck? Shite, Boyd. Why, why, why am I thinking this now? Fucking aye...Of all the bloody times to be imagining you and Dommeh dancing and practically having sex through your jeans, you chose to do it when he's walking right up to you. You-
Too late to reprimand himself. Dom had already taken the liberty of pulling up a chair and sitting next to Billy. That sinister grin still plastered on his sweaty face.
"There you are, Billers! I've been looking for you. I trust you enjoyed my little show? You always have." smirked that damned cheeky bastard.
END CHP. 1
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Thank you and I shall. =]
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p.s Everyone wants to be a slice of bread in a Domwich.
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lol PERFECT icon. And you're right, everyone does. That creepy neighbor down the street and the crazy cat lady want to form a Domwich.
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Please write more and soon!
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So anyway. Yeah. I liked this, and I'll be reading it (the series I mean, because i've already read this part)
So keep up the good work :D
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Good start, but you might want to have someone beta it - there are a few typoes and things you've missed, and it pulls the reader out of the story for a moment so it doesn't flow.