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Now I Know My ABCs (Third set)
Disclaimer: I barely know the alphabet--sure don't know Billy or Dom. (In other words: I made this shit up.)
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: R (language and sexual content)
Summary: Twenty-six letters in the alphabet. Yeah, I can manage 26 Monaboyd drabbles. Here's the third set, K through O.
Now I Know My ABCs
K is for Kiss
Dom kisses with his eyes open. It makes Billy nervous. Dom's eyes, tilted and bright and wide open, distracted him long before they ever touched one another with intent. Dom's eyes, up close and blurry and deep as the sea, are enough to push the breath from his lungs, so he breaks their kisses with a gasp.
Dom knows it, and he doesn't care. Billy gets used to it, closes his own eyes and doesn't worry about the fact that Dom watches his eyelids move, his brow furrow just a little, his jaw shift as he opens his mouth fully.
L is for Laughter
"How'm I supposed to--"
"Just shift over, please?"
"Shift over to where? There's not enough room for a hobbit in here, much less two adult men."
"Guess we'll have to pretend we're one adult man."
"About as adult as a 13-year-old."
"This particular activity, Dominic, is quite adult."
"Even if we're doing it like two naughty adolescents?"
"Especially--ouch!--then. Ah. Thank you. I may regain use of that limb someday."
"Just don't hurt the--unh--costumes."
"Is wrinkling the same as hurting?"
"Certainly not. I'm sure they had--oooh--irons in Lorien."
"You think?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
M is for Misery
Dom shrugs Billy's hand off. "Ah, Dommeh." The younger man stands at the window, looking through himself as Billy flips the lightswitch and his reflection springs into being. "It's just... you know. Don't be mad."
"I'm sick of it," Dom whispers, and then, because he can't help himself, he seeks comfort in the one place most certain to hurt him. "Remind me again why we don't come out with it?"
"I'm having a hard time remembering." Billy's arms come up and they sway in silence for a long time, the harsh hotel room light glaring down on their bent heads.
N is for Names
Billy. Bills. Bill. William.
Dom. Dominic. Dommeh.
Sweet William. Pickles. Wee Scot.
Daft Dominic. Bloody Manc.
Billy Boyd!
Dominic Monaghan!
Pippin. Pip. Peregrin Took. Fool of a Took.
Merry. Meriadoc. Esquire of Rohan.
Jamie Holmes. Barrett Bonden. (What the hell kind of wig is that, anyway?) Shark. (Do the smile, Bills.) Jimmy. Ross. Glen. Glenda. (Glenda?)
Geoffrey Shawcross. (Christ, look at your ears, Dommeh!) Etienne. Sasha. Jimmy. Goat. (That's my favorite.) Charlie Pace.
Git. Wanker. Idjit. Fuckwit. Tosser.
Sometimes they forget names. There are just sounds: consonants like jagged glass, vowels as slow and thick as honey.
Mine.
Mmm. Mine.
O is for Obfuscated
"M'not drunk."
"How many beers am I holding up?"
"Less than you were an hour ago."
"C'mon, mate, time to get you to bed."
"I heartily second that."
...
"Dommeh?"
"Yeah?"
"You're a good mate."
"Yeah."
"Dommeh?"
"Yes, Bills."
"I'm wanting to kiss you, but I don't want to take advantage of you in my drunken state."
"I think you've got that backwards."
"I don't think so."
...
"Well. Maybe just one kiss."
...
"Mmmm. Thanks, Dommeh. More...?"
"Um. Yeah... But tomorrow, okay? If you still want to kiss me tomorrow, I'll be right here."
"Okay. G'night, Dommeh."
"G'night, Billy."
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: R (language and sexual content)
Summary: Twenty-six letters in the alphabet. Yeah, I can manage 26 Monaboyd drabbles. Here's the third set, K through O.
Now I Know My ABCs
K is for Kiss
Dom kisses with his eyes open. It makes Billy nervous. Dom's eyes, tilted and bright and wide open, distracted him long before they ever touched one another with intent. Dom's eyes, up close and blurry and deep as the sea, are enough to push the breath from his lungs, so he breaks their kisses with a gasp.
Dom knows it, and he doesn't care. Billy gets used to it, closes his own eyes and doesn't worry about the fact that Dom watches his eyelids move, his brow furrow just a little, his jaw shift as he opens his mouth fully.
L is for Laughter
"How'm I supposed to--"
"Just shift over, please?"
"Shift over to where? There's not enough room for a hobbit in here, much less two adult men."
"Guess we'll have to pretend we're one adult man."
"About as adult as a 13-year-old."
"This particular activity, Dominic, is quite adult."
"Even if we're doing it like two naughty adolescents?"
"Especially--ouch!--then. Ah. Thank you. I may regain use of that limb someday."
"Just don't hurt the--unh--costumes."
"Is wrinkling the same as hurting?"
"Certainly not. I'm sure they had--oooh--irons in Lorien."
"You think?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
M is for Misery
Dom shrugs Billy's hand off. "Ah, Dommeh." The younger man stands at the window, looking through himself as Billy flips the lightswitch and his reflection springs into being. "It's just... you know. Don't be mad."
"I'm sick of it," Dom whispers, and then, because he can't help himself, he seeks comfort in the one place most certain to hurt him. "Remind me again why we don't come out with it?"
"I'm having a hard time remembering." Billy's arms come up and they sway in silence for a long time, the harsh hotel room light glaring down on their bent heads.
N is for Names
Billy. Bills. Bill. William.
Dom. Dominic. Dommeh.
Sweet William. Pickles. Wee Scot.
Daft Dominic. Bloody Manc.
Billy Boyd!
Dominic Monaghan!
Pippin. Pip. Peregrin Took. Fool of a Took.
Merry. Meriadoc. Esquire of Rohan.
Jamie Holmes. Barrett Bonden. (What the hell kind of wig is that, anyway?) Shark. (Do the smile, Bills.) Jimmy. Ross. Glen. Glenda. (Glenda?)
Geoffrey Shawcross. (Christ, look at your ears, Dommeh!) Etienne. Sasha. Jimmy. Goat. (That's my favorite.) Charlie Pace.
Git. Wanker. Idjit. Fuckwit. Tosser.
Sometimes they forget names. There are just sounds: consonants like jagged glass, vowels as slow and thick as honey.
Mine.
Mmm. Mine.
O is for Obfuscated
"M'not drunk."
"How many beers am I holding up?"
"Less than you were an hour ago."
"C'mon, mate, time to get you to bed."
"I heartily second that."
...
"Dommeh?"
"Yeah?"
"You're a good mate."
"Yeah."
"Dommeh?"
"Yes, Bills."
"I'm wanting to kiss you, but I don't want to take advantage of you in my drunken state."
"I think you've got that backwards."
"I don't think so."
...
"Well. Maybe just one kiss."
...
"Mmmm. Thanks, Dommeh. More...?"
"Um. Yeah... But tomorrow, okay? If you still want to kiss me tomorrow, I'll be right here."
"Okay. G'night, Dommeh."
"G'night, Billy."
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