can i do this?

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This entry is actually a plea from the deepest depths of my heart...disguised as a legit Monaboyd post :) Cross-posted everywhere I could think of.

Monaboydish, PG13-R, I don't know them, this never happened.



I'm considering applying to lotrpschallenge and...well...I've selected three pieces for them to choose from...or rather, I want to. I've got two already, and I won't say which ones they are yet, but for the third I need a bit of input.

I've narrowed it down to either:

18 Favorite Things

or

Walls

or

Exquisite

for reasons all my own. Please, please, please let me know which of those three you liked best, because I really don't know which to choose. Tell your friends to tell me which they like best. I know I'm spectacularly behind in dishing out presents, but truly, I think I could handle drabbles for every one of you who helps me out if you give me a word to go from, or, you know, something.

I'm begging here, if you haven't got that by now ;)

I'm offering fic, I'll offer cookies, I'll offer my firstborn if you PLEASE just comment on this entry with the title of the fic you think I should use.




Candy--I wrote this ages ago, as a present for suede_scripture and planned on making it multi-part, but never actually got around to more than a sequel which just Isn't That Good. So a oneshot it remains. I'm assuming the German is self-explanitory in the context of the story :)



It had been innocent enough at the time (although really, can anything concerning Dominic Monaghan be innocent? Doubtful). Ali had seen Dom and ran to him waving something clenched in her small fist, and she flung her arms around his neck as he bent down to scoop her into his arms, lifting her into the air and twirling her around before she settled at his hip, presenting her gift proudly.

“It’s your favorite!” she exclaimed, eyes shining brightly. Dom had to pull back slightly in order to focus on the object that had been thrust an inch from his face and grinned.

“A lollie?” he asked, and Ali brought her other hand from behind her back, beam growing larger every second. “Two lollies? For me?” he asked. And Ali was delighted that Dom was delighted and she giggled as she placed one in his shirt pocket for later and unwrapped the other, and popped it into his mouth, and he was smiling around the stick and oh look here comes Elijah! Ali squirmed in his arms in an attempt to be free and Dom released her, and off she ran to enthusiastically greet Elijah—without any presents, Dom was pleased to see.

Lollie in place, Dom turned minutely to the right, angling his body away from Elijah and Ali, and threw a glance ahead of him, head slightly cocked and eyesandbodyanddemeanor quite frankly stating, “Come fuck me,” and it wasn’t even a glance, it was a Look, all aimed at Billy.

Billy saw it but didn’t have time to even process it before it was gone, but the arousal the Look had evoked definitely was not ready to disappear that quickly, and really, that was just evil, wasn’t it. Dom was not making things any easier as he walked (sauntered) closer, maintaining eye-contact with Billy through hooded eyes, but they were only hooded because Dom’s head was deliberately tilted downward, forcing him to look up at Billy through his lashes and then there’s the stupid fucking lollie still sitting happily within his mouth. Stupid Dom fucking Monaghan.

Dom was in Billy’s personal space now, no questions there, seeing as if Billy inhaled too sharply his chest may just puff out against Dom’s and really, was that necessary? Dom’s face was not so close though, and that was nice, that was fine, Billy could still breathe but oh, naturally, that would be because Dom had to fucking pull the fucking lollie just that slowly from his mouth out his lips and that noise, that pop, that had to be intentional.

Billy swallowed and Dom smirked but Billy couldn’t see the smirk because Dom was three inches away and closing, and thus his vision was pretty much limited to an amazingly hypnotic gray that wasn’t just gray, Billy noted, it had flecks of blue and even some green, but you wouldn’t see those unless you saw Dom up-close, and Billy was very up-close.

“Du willst mich?” Dom murmured, he was so close Billy had no idea how there was still space enough between them for Dom’s lips to move without touching Billy, and Billy knew it was a question from the raised inflection at the end of the last word and that really is not nice at all, speaking in German when Dom knows good and well Billy can’t understand a word of it. “Komm und hol mich.” Billy blinked several times and this would all be terribly funny he was quite certain, that is, if he wasn’t rapidly becoming so hard he was sure it would be apparent through his trousers, and if Dom didn’t smell that good, and if his voice wasn’t dripping with sex, even though he was speaking a language Billy knew nothing of.

In fact, Elijah was laughing quite hysterically.

“Christ. You two look like you want to fucking eat each other alive,” he declared, jostling Dom and that intense gray-but-with-blue-and-a-touch-of-green was falling away from Billy as Dom broke eye-contact, head tilting back as he let out laughter, loud and long, along with Elijah.

“Jealous, Doodle?” Dom asked and he was Dom again, not this object of desire, not this vision that would no doubt haunt Billy’s dreams that night, not this essence of sex and lust and so many other things Billy hadn’t known existed but really wanted now that he was aware of them, just Dom.

Just Dom, swinging an arm lazily across Elijah’s shoulders as they moved past him. Just Dom, idly placing the lollie back into his mouth. Just fucking Dom, chancing a Look over his shoulder at Billy, and perhaps the Look was German as well, because Billy didn’t quite understand it.