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sophrosyne31.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2005-01-09 07:52 pm
A Mite of Peace, episode in the Schmoop Series, Dom/Billy
Title: A Mite of Peace
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sophrosyne31
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: M
Disclaimer: fiction. see note above
Feedback: will help me sleep better
A/N: another installment of the Schmoop Series -- but not the last. Previous episodes aired here
Dom and Billy peek out the bathroom door. Each man clutches the other's bottom for security.
"Do you--is it--are we clear?"
Dom juts his head further into the room. There's the destroyed bed, there are the orange peelings festooned around, there are the underpants flung merrily on high. There is absolutely no one having rambunctious sex in the room.
"Oh my god," he says. Billy tightens his talons on Dom's bottom and Dom squeaks in alarm.
"What what?" whispers Billy.
"I think we're fucking alone," breathes Dom, awestruck. "Billy, my sweet and frazzled mate, we are in perfect peace."
Billy almost sobs. He rests his head against the smelly hollow of Dom's underarm and nuzzles in.
Dom pats his fuzzy head. "Tell you what," he says. "You fix your hair, or whatever it is that a chap like you needs to do, and I'll be back in a moment." He extricates himself from Billy's rictus grip and slips out through the door. It shuts behind him.
Billy sit on the loo for a moment, to collect his thoughts. It's been, as Sean kept relentlessly saying, a hell of a situation. Viggo, that crazed shit-head--then Elijah--the rest of them--bloody Ian with his daisy chains--Billy hangs his head and rubs his eyes with a knuckle. It all started when Dom and he didn't want to leave the house--
He gets up, sploshes some cologne on to freshen his mental state, stares at his haggard little face in the mirror. Brutal. There's a crumb of jam roll in the corner of his mouth. He licks it, speculatively.
Now he comes to think of it, Orlando looked pretty funny with his arse in the air and Elijah's mouth attached to his cock like a fish on a hook. Viggo looked pretty amusing with Bernard's underpants on his head. Astin definitely looked hilarious batting away Orlando's grabby hands with a look of panic on his face and his thighs being groped by Elijah. Elijah looked fucking adorable with a lovebite on his forehead and his bottom pink with excitement.
Billy sighs. It's not like this kind of thing happened too often in Glasgow.
Dom pops his head around the edge of the door. "Allee oop!"
Billy goes and clings to him. Dom smells like sweat and sex and oranges. He's nice and ruffled and scrubbly and yum. Billy pats the frizz of thin hair on Dom's chest.
"Come on out, Bills," says Dom. He leads Billy--the two of them tottering close--out into the bedroom.
The bed is made, the detritus disappeared, the air smells of jasmine and there's a pot of tea steaming by the bed. Billy sags a little at the knees. Dom catches him.
"Ian left the tea," he says bashfully. "Just the two cups and saucers." He points. "Look, and Monte Carlo biscuits!"
"Oh Dom," says Billy tearfully. "They're good fellows really."
"Course they are," Dom agrees, tugging Billy over and sitting him on the bed. Dom pulls the covers away, and then over Billy, then hops in beside him. "Just very bloody loud." He slurps at his tea.
"And far too raucous for us." Billy reaches for a biscuit, munches it with a hand cupped underneath to catch the crumbs. Dom's brought out the special jaquard bedlinen; Billy appreciates this. He takes a gulp of tea. "Ah."
"Back to the two of us," sighs Dom. He wriggles down under the covers, wraps an arm around Billy's happy tummy. "I might need a wee nap," he mumbles. His fingers flickle lazily at Billy's ribs. Billy sluices the last of the tea down his throat and lies back. Dom's head just fits in the hollow of his shoulder.
"Don't forget that we have a vibrant and mysterious sex life ahead," he murmurs.
"Fellow needs his rest," mushes Dom into Billy's pectoral. He gives it a long kiss, into the soft flesh, breaks off with a smacky noise, and starts to snore.
Billy stares straight ahead. There's a little weary perky grin on his face. "Dom?" he says. "Elijah left his peppermint lube. And I think they're Orlando's happy-face underpants on the wardrobe handle. Dom?"
But there's only snuffling. Soft fingers twitch against Billy's ribs. Billy closes his eyes for a moment, in happiness, but it's a few hours before he opens them again.
Author:
sophrosyne31Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: M
Disclaimer: fiction. see note above
Feedback: will help me sleep better
A/N: another installment of the Schmoop Series -- but not the last. Previous episodes aired here
Dom and Billy peek out the bathroom door. Each man clutches the other's bottom for security.
"Do you--is it--are we clear?"
Dom juts his head further into the room. There's the destroyed bed, there are the orange peelings festooned around, there are the underpants flung merrily on high. There is absolutely no one having rambunctious sex in the room.
"Oh my god," he says. Billy tightens his talons on Dom's bottom and Dom squeaks in alarm.
"What what?" whispers Billy.
"I think we're fucking alone," breathes Dom, awestruck. "Billy, my sweet and frazzled mate, we are in perfect peace."
Billy almost sobs. He rests his head against the smelly hollow of Dom's underarm and nuzzles in.
Dom pats his fuzzy head. "Tell you what," he says. "You fix your hair, or whatever it is that a chap like you needs to do, and I'll be back in a moment." He extricates himself from Billy's rictus grip and slips out through the door. It shuts behind him.
Billy sit on the loo for a moment, to collect his thoughts. It's been, as Sean kept relentlessly saying, a hell of a situation. Viggo, that crazed shit-head--then Elijah--the rest of them--bloody Ian with his daisy chains--Billy hangs his head and rubs his eyes with a knuckle. It all started when Dom and he didn't want to leave the house--
He gets up, sploshes some cologne on to freshen his mental state, stares at his haggard little face in the mirror. Brutal. There's a crumb of jam roll in the corner of his mouth. He licks it, speculatively.
Now he comes to think of it, Orlando looked pretty funny with his arse in the air and Elijah's mouth attached to his cock like a fish on a hook. Viggo looked pretty amusing with Bernard's underpants on his head. Astin definitely looked hilarious batting away Orlando's grabby hands with a look of panic on his face and his thighs being groped by Elijah. Elijah looked fucking adorable with a lovebite on his forehead and his bottom pink with excitement.
Billy sighs. It's not like this kind of thing happened too often in Glasgow.
Dom pops his head around the edge of the door. "Allee oop!"
Billy goes and clings to him. Dom smells like sweat and sex and oranges. He's nice and ruffled and scrubbly and yum. Billy pats the frizz of thin hair on Dom's chest.
"Come on out, Bills," says Dom. He leads Billy--the two of them tottering close--out into the bedroom.
The bed is made, the detritus disappeared, the air smells of jasmine and there's a pot of tea steaming by the bed. Billy sags a little at the knees. Dom catches him.
"Ian left the tea," he says bashfully. "Just the two cups and saucers." He points. "Look, and Monte Carlo biscuits!"
"Oh Dom," says Billy tearfully. "They're good fellows really."
"Course they are," Dom agrees, tugging Billy over and sitting him on the bed. Dom pulls the covers away, and then over Billy, then hops in beside him. "Just very bloody loud." He slurps at his tea.
"And far too raucous for us." Billy reaches for a biscuit, munches it with a hand cupped underneath to catch the crumbs. Dom's brought out the special jaquard bedlinen; Billy appreciates this. He takes a gulp of tea. "Ah."
"Back to the two of us," sighs Dom. He wriggles down under the covers, wraps an arm around Billy's happy tummy. "I might need a wee nap," he mumbles. His fingers flickle lazily at Billy's ribs. Billy sluices the last of the tea down his throat and lies back. Dom's head just fits in the hollow of his shoulder.
"Don't forget that we have a vibrant and mysterious sex life ahead," he murmurs.
"Fellow needs his rest," mushes Dom into Billy's pectoral. He gives it a long kiss, into the soft flesh, breaks off with a smacky noise, and starts to snore.
Billy stares straight ahead. There's a little weary perky grin on his face. "Dom?" he says. "Elijah left his peppermint lube. And I think they're Orlando's happy-face underpants on the wardrobe handle. Dom?"
But there's only snuffling. Soft fingers twitch against Billy's ribs. Billy closes his eyes for a moment, in happiness, but it's a few hours before he opens them again.