27 Monaboyd Drabbles (Rated R)
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sua_laySo what if I got a little carried away with the whole thing... At least now I've tried drabbles. Maybe I'll try the champagne next.
27 drabbles = one ficlet
by Rimau
Monaboyd with a slight Sean Bean Worship kinda thingy (yes, LotRiPS, that's RPS, sue me)
Rated R
One drabble could be kinda considered a songfic, but not really.
Excellent beta by Wolfsbride.
Everyone here seemed to be at least slightly gay. Dom didn’t really get it. How could they be slightly gay? If you wanted dick, you wanted dick. How could you want it just a little bit?
Dom didn’t know why it mattered. It shouldn’t have; it had nothing to do with the work. But he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He told himself it was the newness of everything; the friends he’d made, the heat. He wasn’t really intrigued by the matter, his interest was purely academic. Something to think about while he waited for the cameras to start rolling.
*
Define life. Define love. Define lust or fear or that hollow feeling in the pit of your belly that can mean anything from a free fall to finally finding your ground.
Dom hated definitions, leaving it to things that were precise; cataloguing bugs, going through character study.
He didn’t want things to be in small boxes with labels, gathering dust on a shelf. He didn’t want to make up his mind about things, ‘cause things changed and then he would have to change the labels as well.
Still, there were questions, buzzing around his head like confused bees.
Define friendship.
*
He was younger than Billy.
Taller than Billy. More handsome than Billy. Sometimes faster than Billy and definitely louder than Billy. He had more hair on his head, and made loud and obnoxious comments about it almost every day. Was more outgoing, was noticed by girls more often.
But Billy liked him anyway.
Billy didn’t mind if he made stupid jokes or poked him in the ribs and fought over the remote. Billy laughed with him and drank with him and made sure they both got home safely. He was the perfect friend.
It was sometimes a mystery to Dom.
*
He had been completely wrong.
Should have guessed it. His theories were often a bit wobbly, not really quite there.
Some people liked to be certain, with clear lines and no in-betweens. He didn’t know if they had chosen the roles in their lives or if they’d just grown on them like mold on bread.
Stupid cliches turned into real, breathing life. Not caricatures but real people he knew.
The old flaming queen should have been ridiculous in his pursuit of younger men, but wasn’t. The stolid father figure actually loved his family.
They seemed happy. And not just slightly.
*
There were kisses.
Friendly kisses, on cheeks, on the lips. Following the achingly easy hugs where you didn’t have to think about what was proper and what was not.
Dom loved it. It was easy, it was natural. Greeting a friend when he barged into feet, saying good night when he was yawning too hard to get words out. Lips brushing against soft skin or stubbled cheek. Lips seeking him and then parting with an audible smack that was always followed by silly giggles.
Kissing was never complicated, and neither were hugs, or falling asleep resting against your mate’s shoulder.
*
“Annie Lennox.”
There was a spluttering sound. Then, “Get out of here.”
“I mean it. Annie Lennox. A Whiter Shade of Pale. Definitely.”
“Really?”
“Would I lie to you, mate?”
“Bugger off.”
Maniacal giggling.
“Daft prick…”
“I mean it, Dom. It’s the best song to wank to. Annie Lennox singing.”
“You mean you… With… Oh get out of here!”
“Sorry, too drunk to move. You’ll have to carry me out if you want me to leave.”
“You’ll give me a hernia…”
“And that would serve you right for making fun of your best mate’s honest confession!”
“Oh shut up, Billy!”
*
Of course he had to ask. His mind was just too focused on the damn thing. He asked Viggo, who shrugged and muttered something about the spice of life and life being the core of everything important. Very beautiful, but it wasn’t exactly helpful. Elijah had no idea of the hows and whys, he was just happy experiencing stuff. Orli didn’t exactly answer him, but asked in turn if he wanted to fuck him and would it be okay if he took a shower first. Beanie laughed in his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Dom didn’t ask Billy.
*
He was going to stop fretting about things. It was the new Dominic Monaghan; the confident, suave actor who never questioned himself.
Giggling into his glass, he took another drink.
He was lying through his teeth and he knew it!
On the other side of the table, Billy was smiling at him, his eyes slightly unfocused. Whiskey did that to you.
Better to stick with beer. But it always sounded right to have a Scotsman drink whiskey. One of those things you didn’t question.
Dom smiled back at Billy.
When Billy asked why he was smiling, he just smiled more.
*
It was Lij who came up with the plan. Usually Lij’s plans were strange and never seemed to get anywhere, but this time it sounded like it might actually work.
Of course going with his plan meant that Dom would have to ask the question again.
He let Lij do the talking and planning, so that if worse came to worse, he could always blame it on his friend.
Solidarity between hobbits and all that.
Deciding not to get a beer from the fridge, he steeled himself to this lunacy, prepared to feel like a total twat afterwards.
Like always.
*
“I don’t think fooling around with a friend is a good idea.”
Sean nodded. “Yeah, me neither.”
“And I’m not sure I really want to find out like that anyway. You know. Ruins a friendship better than anything.”
Sean nodded again. “That’s true.”
“You see, it’s got nothing to do with you, it’s about me. It’s a friendship thing.”
Sean didn’t bother to nod this time. “Of course.”
“I want to know, but not if that means you’re going to think I’m…”
Sean rolled his eyes. “Dominic!”
Dom stopped rambling and looked at Bean.
“Shut up and close your eyes.”
*
Dom shivered, even though Sean wasn’t even touching him.
“I would hold you down, I would. Press you against the bed and you wouldn’t even want to fight, would you Dominic?”
Only his breath was caressing his ear, his tender spot.
”Naked skin on naked skin, nothing else.”
Dom had to swallow.
”You would like my hand on your cock, wouldn’t you Dominic?”
Oh god….
”Would fuck you if you asked me to. Would you ask me to?”
Dom let out a whimpering sound and nodded.
Sean’s voice turned from a raspy purr into concerned. “Dom? Open your eyes, mate.”
*
The face looking back at him from the mirror looked shocked.
Dom could only stare. It was his face, his eyes, his nose, his funny ears, his hair standing on end.
Just him. It hadn’t changed at all. The world had changed; or maybe his mind had changed but his face remained the same.
He squeezed the sink harder, ignoring the way Lij pounded on the locked bathroom door. Ignoring Sean’s quiet voice.
Ignoring his clammy palms and his erection.
“Fuck…” He let out a sigh.
Nothing had really changed, it had all been there and he hadn’t seen it.
*
Elijah was sorry.
He apologized for kind of lying to Sean and for suggesting this whole thing to Dom. He swore he would never do it again. He bit his lip and asked if he’d just ruined everyone’s life or friendship or night.
Dom was glad when Sean told Lij to shut the fuck up and then hugged the bastard.
Sorry didn’t change anything. Most of them were still slightly drunk and all of them were still shaken. Yeah, it had been a stupid idea, but he could have said no. Sean could have said no.
Elijah was still sorry.
*
The strange tinny sound of the whatever synthesizer was echoing in Dom’s bedroom.
He didn’t know if this was any better an idea than asking Sean to talk dirty to him so that he could see if that would make him feel hot about a guy. This was probably much stupider.
He listened to the lyrics that didn’t really mean anything, wondering why Billy would even joke about this damn song.
A moment later, he was trying to hold onto that thought as his hand worked on his hardening cock.
Music didn’t work the magic. The idea of Billy did.
*
Billy was watching Lij nod off while the crew was having a crisis over Sean Astin’s feet. Leaning closer to Dom, he muttered casually, “I heard you slept with Lij and Beanie.”
Fortunately, Dom had heard the rumor himself, so he’d been expecting the question. “That’s just a rumor.”
“It is?” Billy turned his attention to Dom, his gaze awfully serious.
“I never slept with Lij and Beanie.” Dom didn’t know what he’d do if either ever asked. He’d said no to Orli. He might say yes to Sean.
Billy shrugged, curling a little closer to Dom. “That’s okay then.”
*
Dom’s inner child was stomping his feet and screaming, “But I want him!”
He kind of wished he could spank his inner child.
Billy was his best mate, and he was confident enough to think that it was the same thing the other way around. It was the most precious thing in his life and he was not going to let a stupid mental five year old whine him into something catastrophic.
Little Dommie wanted a lolly. Little Dommie wanted a pony. Little Dommie wanted to fuck Billy till they were both too tired to move.
Dom took another drink.
*
Things could be worse.
He could still be auditioning for commercials back home, or sorting mail in a post office. People around him could be arrogant bastards who had the notion of their own stardom shoved so high up their arses it was destroying their humanity. He could be stranded on a desert island with nothing but his own shoes to eat. He could be horribly disfigured or a drug addict or an insane killer. He could fancy farm animals.
It wasn’t the end of the world to lust after a friend. At least he wasn’t in love with him.
*
“Want to tell me what’s bothering you?”
Stealing a handful of popcorns from Billy’s bowl, Dom didn’t even look away from the telly. “Not really.”
“Why?” Billy sounded slightly hurt and a lot worried.
Best mates. They’re best mates.
“Because nothing’s bothering me.” He should have said that in the first place. Nothing’s wrong, go back to watching the movie, mate. Ignore me looking like a wet blanket here. It’s just my insane lust after you. Nothing to talk about.
Billy shook his head slowly. “I think you’re lying to me, Dommie.”
No one ever said Billy Boyd was stupid.
*
Billy wanted to go surfing, so all the hobbits and Orli packed their boards and drove to the beach.
There was a barbecue over the Astin house and Billy brought two cold beers from the fridge when he stepped to the yard, casually handing the other one to Dom.
Lij’s attempt to drink Orli under the table had been a great success, and now it was Billy and Dom who had to carry their new hero to his bed.
Billy asked, then pestered Dom to come with him to hear Viggo read his latest poems.
Dom was slowly going insane.
*
“So what are you going to do after the filming?” Dom had the interviewer’s slightly nasal tone perfected.
Astin rolled his eyes. “Elijah is going to become a huge movie star and win a dozen Oscars.”
“And Sean here’s going back home and spend more time with his family.” It was all a litany they knew by heart now. Elijah didn’t even have to look up from the telly, his fingers tapping the Playstation controls frantically.
Billy smirked. “Dom is going to marry Billy and they will live happily ever after.”
Dom walked away before anyone could laugh at that.
*
The phone rang later that day, but Dom just ignored it. He wasn’t in the mood for apologies or soft words. He didn’t want to hear anyone’s voice.
If he could have his way, he’d become a hermit. There was lots of open space in New Zealand for him to do that. He didn’t even mind the bugs.
He wished they had the next day off; wished it would rain and they couldn’t do the shoots planned. He didn’t want to see anyone. Ever again.
Didn’t know how he could be the smiling Merry when he felt so damn sad.
*
There was an extremely uncomfortable silence in feet. Lij was biting his fingernails, trying very hard not to say anything, even to apologize. Others were casting confused looks at both him and Dom.
Dom didn’t mind. The silence was just fine.
The door banged open when Billy arrived and one of the crew almost screamed at the sound. She muttered something and then went back to gluing the prosthetics to Astin’s left foot.
It was stupid. Dom knew he should offer a joke about yesterday to hide the fact that he wasn’t okay, but he was too tired for that.
*
Dom looked up as something hard hit his head. Fortunately the wig softened the blow. “Ow!”
“You idiot.” Glaring at him, Billy sat on the bench next to him.
“Me?” Dom didn’t think he should try to protest. He was an idiot. On more levels than one.
It was good people were noticing. Maybe they would now appreciate the level of idiocy he’d achieved. Might even give him a prize of some sort.
“Yes, you.” Pointing the rolled up script he’d used as a club at Dom, Billy muttered angrily, “It was not a joke, Dom. It was a proposal.”
*
This was absolutely the worst time and place. PJ was about to call them any second, and Dom wanted this to be a private Dom and Billy thing, not a Merry and Pippin thing.
But he had to ask. “How did you guess?”
“Your face crunches weirdly when you’re thinking too hard, Dom.” Billy mimiced a pained wince.
“Wanker.”
Billy didn’t mind being called that. “Maybe. But I guess you fancy this wanker. And this wanker kind of fancies you back.”
Now Dom could finally smile. “Damn near gave me a heart attack.”
“Sorry about that, Dommie. Didn’t mean to.”
*
Billy didn’t need to be told that Dom had never really done this with another man. It was painfully obvious.
They didn’t talk about it or plan it in advance. It was easy to just watch telly like they always did and then kind of cuddle. When Dom reached out for the popcorn, it was only natural for Billy to kiss him.
All the frantic pulling at clothes was a blur, an uncoordinated sweaty dance. Clumsy like teenagers, they never even got completely naked. Dom didn’t need more; just Billy there, pressing him down, leg between his thighs and grinding.
*
“Billy?”
“Yes, Dommie?”
“Can we do that again?”
”Now?”
“Only if you’re buying the viagra. Not now, you wanker! Can we do that again, like later?”
“You mean can we shag on the sofa again or can we just shag again?”
“I think that first time was shagging. I prefer to think the second time was making love.”
“I stand corrected. What about the third….”
”Billy!”
“Yes, Dommie, we can do that again. In bed. Or in the shower. I’m not sure about the kitchen counter, but we can always think about that.”
“That’s good.”
“My ideas always are, Dommie.”
*
Sex changed the friendship. Of course it did. Dom would have been a twat to think otherwise. But it wasn’t exactly a change for the worse. At least not this time.
People noticed, and their reactions were predictable. Most didn’t care. Orli was excited. Elijah was overwhelmingly happy. Sean laughed in Dom’s face again and then offered him a hug.
Life went on.
Dom didn’t mind being slightly gay. It wasn’t the worst definition he could think of. He didn’t mind being a total girl who loved his best friend either.
As long as his best friend loved him back.
*bounce*
Will have to think of something a bit less cliched the next time, but as an exercise, that was definitely a nice one. My opinion on drabbles: they're addictive and make you go insane. Kind of like watermelon or mandarin oranges. All hail drabbles.
27 drabbles = one ficlet
by Rimau
Monaboyd with a slight Sean Bean Worship kinda thingy (yes, LotRiPS, that's RPS, sue me)
Rated R
One drabble could be kinda considered a songfic, but not really.
Excellent beta by Wolfsbride.
Everyone here seemed to be at least slightly gay. Dom didn’t really get it. How could they be slightly gay? If you wanted dick, you wanted dick. How could you want it just a little bit?
Dom didn’t know why it mattered. It shouldn’t have; it had nothing to do with the work. But he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He told himself it was the newness of everything; the friends he’d made, the heat. He wasn’t really intrigued by the matter, his interest was purely academic. Something to think about while he waited for the cameras to start rolling.
*
Define life. Define love. Define lust or fear or that hollow feeling in the pit of your belly that can mean anything from a free fall to finally finding your ground.
Dom hated definitions, leaving it to things that were precise; cataloguing bugs, going through character study.
He didn’t want things to be in small boxes with labels, gathering dust on a shelf. He didn’t want to make up his mind about things, ‘cause things changed and then he would have to change the labels as well.
Still, there were questions, buzzing around his head like confused bees.
Define friendship.
*
He was younger than Billy.
Taller than Billy. More handsome than Billy. Sometimes faster than Billy and definitely louder than Billy. He had more hair on his head, and made loud and obnoxious comments about it almost every day. Was more outgoing, was noticed by girls more often.
But Billy liked him anyway.
Billy didn’t mind if he made stupid jokes or poked him in the ribs and fought over the remote. Billy laughed with him and drank with him and made sure they both got home safely. He was the perfect friend.
It was sometimes a mystery to Dom.
*
He had been completely wrong.
Should have guessed it. His theories were often a bit wobbly, not really quite there.
Some people liked to be certain, with clear lines and no in-betweens. He didn’t know if they had chosen the roles in their lives or if they’d just grown on them like mold on bread.
Stupid cliches turned into real, breathing life. Not caricatures but real people he knew.
The old flaming queen should have been ridiculous in his pursuit of younger men, but wasn’t. The stolid father figure actually loved his family.
They seemed happy. And not just slightly.
*
There were kisses.
Friendly kisses, on cheeks, on the lips. Following the achingly easy hugs where you didn’t have to think about what was proper and what was not.
Dom loved it. It was easy, it was natural. Greeting a friend when he barged into feet, saying good night when he was yawning too hard to get words out. Lips brushing against soft skin or stubbled cheek. Lips seeking him and then parting with an audible smack that was always followed by silly giggles.
Kissing was never complicated, and neither were hugs, or falling asleep resting against your mate’s shoulder.
*
“Annie Lennox.”
There was a spluttering sound. Then, “Get out of here.”
“I mean it. Annie Lennox. A Whiter Shade of Pale. Definitely.”
“Really?”
“Would I lie to you, mate?”
“Bugger off.”
Maniacal giggling.
“Daft prick…”
“I mean it, Dom. It’s the best song to wank to. Annie Lennox singing.”
“You mean you… With… Oh get out of here!”
“Sorry, too drunk to move. You’ll have to carry me out if you want me to leave.”
“You’ll give me a hernia…”
“And that would serve you right for making fun of your best mate’s honest confession!”
“Oh shut up, Billy!”
*
Of course he had to ask. His mind was just too focused on the damn thing. He asked Viggo, who shrugged and muttered something about the spice of life and life being the core of everything important. Very beautiful, but it wasn’t exactly helpful. Elijah had no idea of the hows and whys, he was just happy experiencing stuff. Orli didn’t exactly answer him, but asked in turn if he wanted to fuck him and would it be okay if he took a shower first. Beanie laughed in his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Dom didn’t ask Billy.
*
He was going to stop fretting about things. It was the new Dominic Monaghan; the confident, suave actor who never questioned himself.
Giggling into his glass, he took another drink.
He was lying through his teeth and he knew it!
On the other side of the table, Billy was smiling at him, his eyes slightly unfocused. Whiskey did that to you.
Better to stick with beer. But it always sounded right to have a Scotsman drink whiskey. One of those things you didn’t question.
Dom smiled back at Billy.
When Billy asked why he was smiling, he just smiled more.
*
It was Lij who came up with the plan. Usually Lij’s plans were strange and never seemed to get anywhere, but this time it sounded like it might actually work.
Of course going with his plan meant that Dom would have to ask the question again.
He let Lij do the talking and planning, so that if worse came to worse, he could always blame it on his friend.
Solidarity between hobbits and all that.
Deciding not to get a beer from the fridge, he steeled himself to this lunacy, prepared to feel like a total twat afterwards.
Like always.
*
“I don’t think fooling around with a friend is a good idea.”
Sean nodded. “Yeah, me neither.”
“And I’m not sure I really want to find out like that anyway. You know. Ruins a friendship better than anything.”
Sean nodded again. “That’s true.”
“You see, it’s got nothing to do with you, it’s about me. It’s a friendship thing.”
Sean didn’t bother to nod this time. “Of course.”
“I want to know, but not if that means you’re going to think I’m…”
Sean rolled his eyes. “Dominic!”
Dom stopped rambling and looked at Bean.
“Shut up and close your eyes.”
*
Dom shivered, even though Sean wasn’t even touching him.
“I would hold you down, I would. Press you against the bed and you wouldn’t even want to fight, would you Dominic?”
Only his breath was caressing his ear, his tender spot.
”Naked skin on naked skin, nothing else.”
Dom had to swallow.
”You would like my hand on your cock, wouldn’t you Dominic?”
Oh god….
”Would fuck you if you asked me to. Would you ask me to?”
Dom let out a whimpering sound and nodded.
Sean’s voice turned from a raspy purr into concerned. “Dom? Open your eyes, mate.”
*
The face looking back at him from the mirror looked shocked.
Dom could only stare. It was his face, his eyes, his nose, his funny ears, his hair standing on end.
Just him. It hadn’t changed at all. The world had changed; or maybe his mind had changed but his face remained the same.
He squeezed the sink harder, ignoring the way Lij pounded on the locked bathroom door. Ignoring Sean’s quiet voice.
Ignoring his clammy palms and his erection.
“Fuck…” He let out a sigh.
Nothing had really changed, it had all been there and he hadn’t seen it.
*
Elijah was sorry.
He apologized for kind of lying to Sean and for suggesting this whole thing to Dom. He swore he would never do it again. He bit his lip and asked if he’d just ruined everyone’s life or friendship or night.
Dom was glad when Sean told Lij to shut the fuck up and then hugged the bastard.
Sorry didn’t change anything. Most of them were still slightly drunk and all of them were still shaken. Yeah, it had been a stupid idea, but he could have said no. Sean could have said no.
Elijah was still sorry.
*
The strange tinny sound of the whatever synthesizer was echoing in Dom’s bedroom.
He didn’t know if this was any better an idea than asking Sean to talk dirty to him so that he could see if that would make him feel hot about a guy. This was probably much stupider.
He listened to the lyrics that didn’t really mean anything, wondering why Billy would even joke about this damn song.
A moment later, he was trying to hold onto that thought as his hand worked on his hardening cock.
Music didn’t work the magic. The idea of Billy did.
*
Billy was watching Lij nod off while the crew was having a crisis over Sean Astin’s feet. Leaning closer to Dom, he muttered casually, “I heard you slept with Lij and Beanie.”
Fortunately, Dom had heard the rumor himself, so he’d been expecting the question. “That’s just a rumor.”
“It is?” Billy turned his attention to Dom, his gaze awfully serious.
“I never slept with Lij and Beanie.” Dom didn’t know what he’d do if either ever asked. He’d said no to Orli. He might say yes to Sean.
Billy shrugged, curling a little closer to Dom. “That’s okay then.”
*
Dom’s inner child was stomping his feet and screaming, “But I want him!”
He kind of wished he could spank his inner child.
Billy was his best mate, and he was confident enough to think that it was the same thing the other way around. It was the most precious thing in his life and he was not going to let a stupid mental five year old whine him into something catastrophic.
Little Dommie wanted a lolly. Little Dommie wanted a pony. Little Dommie wanted to fuck Billy till they were both too tired to move.
Dom took another drink.
*
Things could be worse.
He could still be auditioning for commercials back home, or sorting mail in a post office. People around him could be arrogant bastards who had the notion of their own stardom shoved so high up their arses it was destroying their humanity. He could be stranded on a desert island with nothing but his own shoes to eat. He could be horribly disfigured or a drug addict or an insane killer. He could fancy farm animals.
It wasn’t the end of the world to lust after a friend. At least he wasn’t in love with him.
*
“Want to tell me what’s bothering you?”
Stealing a handful of popcorns from Billy’s bowl, Dom didn’t even look away from the telly. “Not really.”
“Why?” Billy sounded slightly hurt and a lot worried.
Best mates. They’re best mates.
“Because nothing’s bothering me.” He should have said that in the first place. Nothing’s wrong, go back to watching the movie, mate. Ignore me looking like a wet blanket here. It’s just my insane lust after you. Nothing to talk about.
Billy shook his head slowly. “I think you’re lying to me, Dommie.”
No one ever said Billy Boyd was stupid.
*
Billy wanted to go surfing, so all the hobbits and Orli packed their boards and drove to the beach.
There was a barbecue over the Astin house and Billy brought two cold beers from the fridge when he stepped to the yard, casually handing the other one to Dom.
Lij’s attempt to drink Orli under the table had been a great success, and now it was Billy and Dom who had to carry their new hero to his bed.
Billy asked, then pestered Dom to come with him to hear Viggo read his latest poems.
Dom was slowly going insane.
*
“So what are you going to do after the filming?” Dom had the interviewer’s slightly nasal tone perfected.
Astin rolled his eyes. “Elijah is going to become a huge movie star and win a dozen Oscars.”
“And Sean here’s going back home and spend more time with his family.” It was all a litany they knew by heart now. Elijah didn’t even have to look up from the telly, his fingers tapping the Playstation controls frantically.
Billy smirked. “Dom is going to marry Billy and they will live happily ever after.”
Dom walked away before anyone could laugh at that.
*
The phone rang later that day, but Dom just ignored it. He wasn’t in the mood for apologies or soft words. He didn’t want to hear anyone’s voice.
If he could have his way, he’d become a hermit. There was lots of open space in New Zealand for him to do that. He didn’t even mind the bugs.
He wished they had the next day off; wished it would rain and they couldn’t do the shoots planned. He didn’t want to see anyone. Ever again.
Didn’t know how he could be the smiling Merry when he felt so damn sad.
*
There was an extremely uncomfortable silence in feet. Lij was biting his fingernails, trying very hard not to say anything, even to apologize. Others were casting confused looks at both him and Dom.
Dom didn’t mind. The silence was just fine.
The door banged open when Billy arrived and one of the crew almost screamed at the sound. She muttered something and then went back to gluing the prosthetics to Astin’s left foot.
It was stupid. Dom knew he should offer a joke about yesterday to hide the fact that he wasn’t okay, but he was too tired for that.
*
Dom looked up as something hard hit his head. Fortunately the wig softened the blow. “Ow!”
“You idiot.” Glaring at him, Billy sat on the bench next to him.
“Me?” Dom didn’t think he should try to protest. He was an idiot. On more levels than one.
It was good people were noticing. Maybe they would now appreciate the level of idiocy he’d achieved. Might even give him a prize of some sort.
“Yes, you.” Pointing the rolled up script he’d used as a club at Dom, Billy muttered angrily, “It was not a joke, Dom. It was a proposal.”
*
This was absolutely the worst time and place. PJ was about to call them any second, and Dom wanted this to be a private Dom and Billy thing, not a Merry and Pippin thing.
But he had to ask. “How did you guess?”
“Your face crunches weirdly when you’re thinking too hard, Dom.” Billy mimiced a pained wince.
“Wanker.”
Billy didn’t mind being called that. “Maybe. But I guess you fancy this wanker. And this wanker kind of fancies you back.”
Now Dom could finally smile. “Damn near gave me a heart attack.”
“Sorry about that, Dommie. Didn’t mean to.”
*
Billy didn’t need to be told that Dom had never really done this with another man. It was painfully obvious.
They didn’t talk about it or plan it in advance. It was easy to just watch telly like they always did and then kind of cuddle. When Dom reached out for the popcorn, it was only natural for Billy to kiss him.
All the frantic pulling at clothes was a blur, an uncoordinated sweaty dance. Clumsy like teenagers, they never even got completely naked. Dom didn’t need more; just Billy there, pressing him down, leg between his thighs and grinding.
*
“Billy?”
“Yes, Dommie?”
“Can we do that again?”
”Now?”
“Only if you’re buying the viagra. Not now, you wanker! Can we do that again, like later?”
“You mean can we shag on the sofa again or can we just shag again?”
“I think that first time was shagging. I prefer to think the second time was making love.”
“I stand corrected. What about the third….”
”Billy!”
“Yes, Dommie, we can do that again. In bed. Or in the shower. I’m not sure about the kitchen counter, but we can always think about that.”
“That’s good.”
“My ideas always are, Dommie.”
*
Sex changed the friendship. Of course it did. Dom would have been a twat to think otherwise. But it wasn’t exactly a change for the worse. At least not this time.
People noticed, and their reactions were predictable. Most didn’t care. Orli was excited. Elijah was overwhelmingly happy. Sean laughed in Dom’s face again and then offered him a hug.
Life went on.
Dom didn’t mind being slightly gay. It wasn’t the worst definition he could think of. He didn’t mind being a total girl who loved his best friend either.
As long as his best friend loved him back.
*bounce*
Will have to think of something a bit less cliched the next time, but as an exercise, that was definitely a nice one. My opinion on drabbles: they're addictive and make you go insane. Kind of like watermelon or mandarin oranges. All hail drabbles.
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Date: 2005-01-06 08:09 am (UTC)(Not that I know what Rimau means, mind. Or Sua Lay for that matter.)
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Date: 2005-01-06 08:13 am (UTC)Been awake for 24 hours, am all hyped up. *bounces more*
I prefer being called Rimau. That's the whole point of the name change. The sooner we forget all other names the better.
And rimau is an animal. So is a sua lay. They're actually both the same nice striped but deadly kitty. Meowr.
Aaaah...
Date: 2005-01-06 08:21 am (UTC)I realised you must've been awake 'cos you're answering comments at odd times. It might come back on you, y'know.
Mind you, I had a good night's sleep and I'm still knackered.
Hope you've recovered from the flu now.
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Date: 2005-01-06 11:46 am (UTC)About the new name: Can I still call you darlin V, every now and then? :O
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Date: 2005-01-08 02:09 am (UTC)And you can call me whatever you want to... Except you know what.
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Date: 2005-08-29 04:16 pm (UTC)If you wanted dick, you wanted dick.
Ha!
Am I weird if I think Billy's choice of wanksong is oddly fitting for him? Like, I could totally imagine that? And it would be hot?
I liked all mentions of Dom & bugs :D
Orli didn’t exactly answer him, but asked in turn if he wanted to fuck him and would it be okay if he took a shower first.
Oh, Orli. How could we not love you?
And, teehee, he proposed! At least sort of! *hugs Billy&Dom* *and Rimau, lots*
Can I rec the whole thing the next time I rec fics? I seriously love it.
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Date: 2005-08-30 06:24 am (UTC)Am glad you're an idiot! Er... I mean a grinning one! I kind of scribbled these down after reading lots of depressing fics and just needed something to make me feel good.
Ha!
Yup. Stupid thought.
I think Billy would totally have a weird wanksong. *nods* And even as a minor character, poor Orli does seem to be quite slutty. And of course Billy would propose! He's the older, more responsible one!
*smirk*
And yay! She liked my ficlet! Yay!
*dances*
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Date: 2005-09-01 02:00 am (UTC)I had been reading a lot of angsty stuff, so I really needed something happy like this. There should be more good, happy fic.
And of course Billy would propose! He's the older, more responsible one!
*giggle*
And yay! She liked my ficlet! Yay!
She sure did! :)