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Ficlet: Small Graces, in the Dom/Billy schmoop series
Title: Small graces
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sophrosyne31
Pairing: Dom/Billy, guest others
Rating: G
Disclaimer: if my counsellor had been on time, we wouldn't have this fiction
Feedback: only encourages me
A/N: following on from A very small excursion and prior parts, links to be found there
Billy comes back from an expedition to the bathroom to find Dom in bed with a pink beanie pulled over his eyes so he looks like a circumcised penis, and Viggo sitting smugly in bed next to him.
“Just how did you get in?” demands Billy. What he can see of Dom’s expression is Dom being simultaneously aggrieved and slyly pleased. His little scruffy mouth twitches up and down at the corners.
Billy sets his fists on his hips in what he thinks is an appropriate manner for confronting an unexpected apparition of Viggo. He glares, too, for good measure, although already he’s aware that this effect is jeopardized by his irretrievable bed-hair. “And what are you doing in my bed?”
“I was scared,” says Viggo serenely. He’s wearing his akubra fishing hat with the corks and the fishing flies stuck in the brim, a pink woolly scarf, and an unrepentant smile. “The sky was shouting at me today and I thought you might offer shelter.”
Billy refuses to soften, but his knees are getting a bit tired from standing so stiffly. “Shove over,” he says, and hops in on the other side of Dom.
“He came in through the window when I wasn’t looking,” offers Dom plaintively. He clutches Billy’s arm under the covers. Billy just looks sideways at him with more than a hint of suspicion.
“He did, I woke up and he had a leg over the windowsill already!” Dom insists. Under the blanket his toes wiggle covertly on Billy’s and start to creep up Billy’s calf.
“You’ve taken to the bed and I consider it a legitimate form of protest,” contributes Viggo from the other side of the bed, fishing a bunch of bananas from a pocket. He offers one to each of Dom and Billy. They take the fruit and munch it silently for a minute.
“There’s not a lot of room—“ begins Dom, but he’s cut off with a squeal from Billy. One of Dom’s hangnails has scratched the back of his knee. Billy blushes in a manly way and shuts his mouth again.
“I mean, we like you Vigs, and all, but—“ and Dom is interrupted again, this time by Viggo pulling the beanie right down to his chin and chucking him over the back of his condom-like head.
“I won’t stay long,” Viggo says, and starts mumbling something to himself, something that sounds like a haiku—bed so small but bestowed/with small graces/such big mouths—while nestling down and pulling the covers over his head. His hat makes a funny silhouette.
Billy just casts a haughty glance over the tableau. Dom lifts the hem of his beanie enough to shove another bit of banana in. Billy hems to himself and fusses with the sheets. He’s been nudged right to the side of the bed and there’s a breeze from where the blanket is drawn across over Viggo’s rather large bulk.
Suddenly he catches a rustle at the window, which is open. There’s a bump, and then a smallish hand pops up over the sill and paws clumsily at where the windowpane would be, if it weren’t already open.
A voice hisses. Viggo, man, is it clear?
“Elijah!” Billy shrieks, and rushes up to slam the window closed, but Viggo’s already there, dragging the blanket with him, and is yanking Elijah over the sill. Dom remains in the bed, looking dazed.
Elijah plops onto the floor, panting and askew, and peers up at Billy’s thunderstruck expression. “We thought you might be lonely,” he says desperately, and in a trice he’s taken a running jump at the bed. He lands with considerable heft on top of Dom, who just utters an “Ooof!” sound and immediately wraps his arms around Elijah.
“For the fucking love of god,” moans Billy, appalled.
He sees the lie of the land, though. With a martyrish sigh he clambers on top of the pile of bodies (Viggo is already back, staking a claim on the pillows) and wriggles a place for himself, the way he wriggles a Billy-shaped hole in the sand on the beach. There are a tremendous number of arms and legs to be negotiated. Dom’s beanie has been skewed off and he’s digging a banana skin out from under him with a pained look on his face.
“This isn’t what I had in mind today,” sys Billy.
"Have you got any icecream?" asks Elijah.
“A life less ordinary!” says Viggo happily. He wraps a huge arm around Billy’s small shoulders. There’s nothing for it but to agree.
Author:
sophrosyne31Pairing: Dom/Billy, guest others
Rating: G
Disclaimer: if my counsellor had been on time, we wouldn't have this fiction
Feedback: only encourages me
A/N: following on from A very small excursion and prior parts, links to be found there
Billy comes back from an expedition to the bathroom to find Dom in bed with a pink beanie pulled over his eyes so he looks like a circumcised penis, and Viggo sitting smugly in bed next to him.
“Just how did you get in?” demands Billy. What he can see of Dom’s expression is Dom being simultaneously aggrieved and slyly pleased. His little scruffy mouth twitches up and down at the corners.
Billy sets his fists on his hips in what he thinks is an appropriate manner for confronting an unexpected apparition of Viggo. He glares, too, for good measure, although already he’s aware that this effect is jeopardized by his irretrievable bed-hair. “And what are you doing in my bed?”
“I was scared,” says Viggo serenely. He’s wearing his akubra fishing hat with the corks and the fishing flies stuck in the brim, a pink woolly scarf, and an unrepentant smile. “The sky was shouting at me today and I thought you might offer shelter.”
Billy refuses to soften, but his knees are getting a bit tired from standing so stiffly. “Shove over,” he says, and hops in on the other side of Dom.
“He came in through the window when I wasn’t looking,” offers Dom plaintively. He clutches Billy’s arm under the covers. Billy just looks sideways at him with more than a hint of suspicion.
“He did, I woke up and he had a leg over the windowsill already!” Dom insists. Under the blanket his toes wiggle covertly on Billy’s and start to creep up Billy’s calf.
“You’ve taken to the bed and I consider it a legitimate form of protest,” contributes Viggo from the other side of the bed, fishing a bunch of bananas from a pocket. He offers one to each of Dom and Billy. They take the fruit and munch it silently for a minute.
“There’s not a lot of room—“ begins Dom, but he’s cut off with a squeal from Billy. One of Dom’s hangnails has scratched the back of his knee. Billy blushes in a manly way and shuts his mouth again.
“I mean, we like you Vigs, and all, but—“ and Dom is interrupted again, this time by Viggo pulling the beanie right down to his chin and chucking him over the back of his condom-like head.
“I won’t stay long,” Viggo says, and starts mumbling something to himself, something that sounds like a haiku—bed so small but bestowed/with small graces/such big mouths—while nestling down and pulling the covers over his head. His hat makes a funny silhouette.
Billy just casts a haughty glance over the tableau. Dom lifts the hem of his beanie enough to shove another bit of banana in. Billy hems to himself and fusses with the sheets. He’s been nudged right to the side of the bed and there’s a breeze from where the blanket is drawn across over Viggo’s rather large bulk.
Suddenly he catches a rustle at the window, which is open. There’s a bump, and then a smallish hand pops up over the sill and paws clumsily at where the windowpane would be, if it weren’t already open.
A voice hisses. Viggo, man, is it clear?
“Elijah!” Billy shrieks, and rushes up to slam the window closed, but Viggo’s already there, dragging the blanket with him, and is yanking Elijah over the sill. Dom remains in the bed, looking dazed.
Elijah plops onto the floor, panting and askew, and peers up at Billy’s thunderstruck expression. “We thought you might be lonely,” he says desperately, and in a trice he’s taken a running jump at the bed. He lands with considerable heft on top of Dom, who just utters an “Ooof!” sound and immediately wraps his arms around Elijah.
“For the fucking love of god,” moans Billy, appalled.
He sees the lie of the land, though. With a martyrish sigh he clambers on top of the pile of bodies (Viggo is already back, staking a claim on the pillows) and wriggles a place for himself, the way he wriggles a Billy-shaped hole in the sand on the beach. There are a tremendous number of arms and legs to be negotiated. Dom’s beanie has been skewed off and he’s digging a banana skin out from under him with a pained look on his face.
“This isn’t what I had in mind today,” sys Billy.
"Have you got any icecream?" asks Elijah.
“A life less ordinary!” says Viggo happily. He wraps a huge arm around Billy’s small shoulders. There’s nothing for it but to agree.
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I can't wait to find out!
Catherine
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You had me at hello.
Also, the last part was just the best little scene of camaraderie.
“This isn't what I had in mind today,” says Billy.
"Have you got any icecream?" asks Elijah.
“A life less ordinary!” says Viggo happily.
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*rubs your giggly head*
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*seriously ponders this*
will mockery ensue? will it what!
<3
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"shove over!"
"ouch!"
"is that your hat, viggo?"
"where's that banana--oh!"