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fellowshippers2003-06-24 01:52 pm
beizy.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-06-24 01:52 pm
A BB/DM drabble: "Restrained: II"
Title: Restrained: II
Website: http://geocities.com/beizy20
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, making it up.
Author's Notes: So, ya'll like, and therefore it continues. :D It's gonna get more bondagey as we go on, so be warned! *shifty eyes*
~~~
Billy likes to pretend that it was a whim. He fancies it's simpler that way, to say that his playing with the shoelace--after unceremoniously removing it from his sneaker--was an accident.
It's easier to say that he wasn't thinking about it when he leaned over and, just as casually, slipped one end of the lace through Dom's wrist cuff and tied a knot around the end table leg that sat to the left of Dom's hand just next to the couch.
In the middle of their movie, Dom doesn't even bother to acknowledge it. But when the beer runs out, circumstances become dire, in his opinion.
"Bill."
"Yeah?"
"The fuck'd'y'do that for?"
Billy took the shoelace that he had just removed from his other sneaker. His face screwed up with concentration as he slipped it through the cuff on Dom's hand that was nearest to him, lifted the obliging wrist, and tied it to the lamp behind them.
Dom chewed his cheek and then swirled a tongue there, which caused a tiny, thoughtful bulge.
"Don't want any more beer, then?"
"Do you?"
"Uh. Yes, Billy. As was the indication in my attempting to get up."
"You'll have to be good, then."
"That so?"
"That's so."
Dom reclined back onto the couch, looking thoughtful again, eyes never leaving Billy's. His spread and tied arms seemed alarmingly natural in the way that they hung-his whole frame relaxed and willing.
Billy stared at the lace where it bit into Dom's skin, changing the color there to a darker shade of pink. Dom stretched slowly to get comfortable, hips sinking low along the couch cushions.
I can be very...very good, said his eyes.
~~~
Website: http://geocities.com/beizy20
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, making it up.
Author's Notes: So, ya'll like, and therefore it continues. :D It's gonna get more bondagey as we go on, so be warned! *shifty eyes*
~~~
Billy likes to pretend that it was a whim. He fancies it's simpler that way, to say that his playing with the shoelace--after unceremoniously removing it from his sneaker--was an accident.
It's easier to say that he wasn't thinking about it when he leaned over and, just as casually, slipped one end of the lace through Dom's wrist cuff and tied a knot around the end table leg that sat to the left of Dom's hand just next to the couch.
In the middle of their movie, Dom doesn't even bother to acknowledge it. But when the beer runs out, circumstances become dire, in his opinion.
"Bill."
"Yeah?"
"The fuck'd'y'do that for?"
Billy took the shoelace that he had just removed from his other sneaker. His face screwed up with concentration as he slipped it through the cuff on Dom's hand that was nearest to him, lifted the obliging wrist, and tied it to the lamp behind them.
Dom chewed his cheek and then swirled a tongue there, which caused a tiny, thoughtful bulge.
"Don't want any more beer, then?"
"Do you?"
"Uh. Yes, Billy. As was the indication in my attempting to get up."
"You'll have to be good, then."
"That so?"
"That's so."
Dom reclined back onto the couch, looking thoughtful again, eyes never leaving Billy's. His spread and tied arms seemed alarmingly natural in the way that they hung-his whole frame relaxed and willing.
Billy stared at the lace where it bit into Dom's skin, changing the color there to a darker shade of pink. Dom stretched slowly to get comfortable, hips sinking low along the couch cushions.
I can be very...very good, said his eyes.
~~~