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"Billyyyy! What do you mean we can't have cornflakes for dinner?"

"We can't have cornflakes for dinner because cornflakes are not dinner food, Dom. Cornflakes are breakfast food. Therefore, we are having lentil soup."

"But I like cornflakes," whined Dom, levering himself off the couch with considerable effort and plodding into the kitchen where Billy was cooking.

"You may like cornflakes," said Billy in a carefully controlled tone of voice, "you may like cornflakes all you want. You may love cornflakes. You may even dedicate your life to cornflakes, if you feel so inclined. However, we are not eating any for dinner, and that is final."

Dom considered this for a moment.

"Pleeeeaaase?"

Billy turned to be faced with him fluttering his lashes outrageously.

"Dom!"

Seeing that this ploy wasn't working, Dom immediately switched to pitiful puppy dog eyes.

"Dom..."

Silence.

"Don't do that."

Silence.

"You know I hate it."

Dom held it for a second more before giving up.

"Why?"

"You look so...tragic. It's awful."

"Oh. So we get cornflakes then?"

"No!" Billy took a swipe at Dom, who ducked. He frowned, gave up, and left the kitchen, sulking. Billy finished what he was doing in blessed silence.

"Half an hour 'till dinner," he called, setting the timer.

"Good," replied Dom, "I need your help with this."

Glad that the cornflake issue had been dropped, Billy sat on the couch, his head on Dom's shoulder, one hand tangled in the back of Dom's hair.

"What've you got left?" He tilted the crossword puzzle in Dom's lap toward him and studied it in silence for almost a minute before Dom spoke.

"Billy?" He sounded acutely uncomfortable. Billy looked up into Dom's face, only an inch or so away.

"Mmm?"

"Why do you do this?

"Do what?"

There was a pause.

"Flirt with me."

Billy sat up abruptly. Dom was bright red and staring resolutely at the crossword puzzle. He floundered for an answer.

"Do..does...does it bother you?"

"Nonono. It's fine." If possible, Dom grew even redder. He refused to say more on the subject, though, and they returned to the puzzle. It was almost finished by the time Dom came out with his second question.

"Billy?"

"Mmm?"

"Are you straight?"

Billy looked up, shocked, to find that this time Dom was meeting his eyes squarely.

"Um...why?"

"I asked first. You have to answer first."

"...No. Now, why?"

"Why do you think?" He turned back to the puzzle.

"Dom!"

"Yes?"

"What was that about?

"What? Oh, that was about me figuring out that 47-down is Orpheus."

"Dom!"

"Yes?"

Billy sighed.

"Why did you just ask if I was straight?"

"I was curious."

"No ulterior motive?"

"Never said that."

There was silence as Dom contemplated the crossword and Billy contemplated Dom.

"Dom?"

He turned and locked his gaze on Billy's wordlessly. Billy swallowed and almost winced away from the intensity of Dom's unwavering attention under the circumstances.

"Are you..." he searched for the right word. "...propositioning me?"

Dom reached out slowly, not looking away, and cupped Billy's face in his hand. His rings were startlingly cold brands against Billy's cheek.

"Maybe."

He started to pull away, but Billy caught his wrist just as he dropped his gaze, surprising him into lookiing up. Billy took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and risked it.




The soup had mostly evaporated when Billy started laughing and couldn't stop. At first he tried to control it, burying his face in Dom's bare chest to smother the noise. It didn't work.

"What is it?" Dom pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at Billy. The brightness in his eyes was threatening to become tears of mirth. He managed to choke out a few words.

"You...you...you cornflake whore!"

That set Dom off as well, laughing so hard that he rolled off the couch. He sprawled on the floor in half-naked glory for a moment before holding out his arms. Billy joined him willingly, but started laughing again when he realized that Dom hadn't denied his accusation.





meh. Didn't really like how the ending turned out, but oh well. And the pronouns got confusing. But I think the image of Dom doing a really really pitiful puppy dog face makes up for it. Mmmmnnnn.