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Title: The Ten Commandments According To Billy Boyd
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Commandment #6: Thou Shall Surf At Least Once A Week
Notes: A bit on the rushed side, but looked over decently.
Commandment Number Six: Thou Shall Surf At Least Once A Week
Before Rings had become Billy’s life, commandment number six had been steadfast with the rule that he should delve in a game of pool once a week. However, that was before his life changed in a veritable hurricane. Once the storm died down – or perhaps this was only the eye – Billy found he had a new hobby to pursue. There was the sublime matter of surfing to attend to.
Billy was really regretting putting the words that he did to paper.
One week had nearly gone by, and one week of Dom shunning him; giving him the dirtiest of looks and the coldest of stares. Billy found out that he knew everything and really, Billy expected to be treated worse.
And of course, there was the guilt.
Billy needlessly began to apply the sunscreen that was sitting by his chair. It was near dusk anyway, but the options were to either lather on sunscreen, or to talk with Elijah about what happened. The smell of pineapple filled his nose as he slathered it all over his body.
“Dom ignoring you?” Elijah let his sunglasses slip a little so he could have eye contact with Billy. His gaze kept shifting from further up on the beach – where Dom grasped his surfboard and was speaking to a member of the crew – and back to Billy who was furiously rubbing his arm with the white creamy liquid.
“A little, yeah,” Billy snapped the lid shut on the sunscreen. He fixed Elijah with an expression that approached snarl. “Wonder why?” his voice dripped with sarcasm and Elijah winced a little.
“I remember,” Elijah nodded vehemently. “But it has been a little more than a week.”
“A week is nothing to Dom,” Billy muttered as he lay down on his back to stare up at the dimming sky. “A month is a speck of time. Dom is the king of grudges.”
“Well, then, you’re pretty screwed,” Elijah spelled it out simply with a sympathetic smile as he lay back and put his sunglasses back into place. Billy felt a bout of tension filling his muscles and limbs as he desperately reminded himself that harming Elijah would do nothing. He reminded himself that it wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own.
He sat up and watched Dom as he spoke enthusiastically with the crew and with a newly arrived Orlando who was probably there to collect everyone to head back to their homes and hotels. Orlando was still in his trunks and Billy’s eyes narrowed when he saw Dom’s hands running down the sides of material.
All is fair in love, his brain thought.
Bastard, his heart replied.
He shrugged off any uneasy feelings with the replaced guilt and had the onslaught of ‘You Deserve This’ playing loudly in his mind again. Dom gestured out to the waves and he laughed loudly before heading off into the setting sun for the last surf of the day. Billy felt a strange buzz inside him, and he quickly recognized it as logic.
He got up, dusted the sand off the stray parts of his body that had been attracting it and grabbed his surfboard under his arm. He walked quickly – but not frantically, Billy was many things, but he hadn’t become desperate yet – towards Orlando.
“Bills!” Orlando smiled widely when he saw the visitor.
“Dom went surfing?”
“Said not to hold up the van for him,” Orlando filled him in. “Said he’d grab a ride back with a taxi. Personally, if you ask me, it’s because he’s avoiding you!”
Billy fixed Orlando with a look of tiresome and bitter anger as he scoffed. “Priceless,” he muttered as he waded into the water, the cool temperature of the waves lapping at his feet as he began to paddle out after the spot that was Dom on the horizon.
“Dom!” he called out, but his voice was tuned out by the large, crashing waves. Billy struggled to see as a spray of water splashed in his eyes and gave him a large stinging sensation. He was filled with a large, sobering sense of panic at his chance of fixing things drifting out to sea along with the rolling back waves.
He opened his mouth once more, but no sound came out when he found his eyes couldn’t track onto Dom and that he had lost sight of him. He fixed his posture on the board so that he was straddling the object, and bobbed up and down with the swelling waves as he dully stared out at the horizon and the setting sun.
It was about to hit the water.
Billy felt his chance of fixing things disappear with the sun; slowly but surely.
He paddled back into shore; riding along the waves to allow himself the minimal amount of work and dug his feet into the wet sand as he saw people beginning to pack up, save for Miranda who was sitting there casually.
“Staying?” he asked her.
“Watching the sunset,” she fixed him in her gaze with a sweet smile. “It’s gorgeous.”
Billy smiled weakly as he nodded and began to load his board in the back of the van Orlando had driven here. He piled into the vehicle with his towel and belongings in hand as he leaned his head against the car material.
“Billy?” Elijah was sitting next to him, and spoke quietly. The engine started up and the only person able to hear the voice was the sole person it was intended for.
“Yeah, mate?” he replied gently.
“If it means anything at all, I think you still have a chance…”
“Elijah?”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s not talk about it, okay?”
“Now?”
“Ever.”
Dom could have sworn he had heard his name being called. He could have absolutely sworn on a portable, waterproof Bible that he heard his name called out atop the ocean water with a slight hint of Scottish lilt to the voice. His hopes soared at the thought of Billy finding him and them working it through like two sensible normal human beings.
He had almost turned around to check.
That was before he recalled their past relationship history and how neither of them were sensible, let alone normal in their strange dating ways. Instead, he kept going forward before making the turn to head towards the caves off to the west. He passed through the two towering rocks that always reminded him of the Argonath, and paddled his way through the calmer water into the shallow waters of the place he went to do all his thinking.
He let out a loud exhalation of breath and trailed his fingers in water as he listened to the hollow echo of the sound in the cave. In that moment, he tried to focus his mind on thinking about Billy.
Drunk, he thought, so drunk about everything.
That didn’t excuse the way Billy didn’t try to fix anything. Dom felt uneasy now, and got off the board to submerge himself completely in the water, bubbling tiny bubbles of air to the surface. He tried to clasp these with his hands.
When he came up for air, he noticed an intruder into his solitude standing there in a tankini and a disapproving look.
“Miranda,” he acknowledged as he got onto the board, his hair letting droplets of water loose all over his face. He wiped some out of his eyes as she waded forward. She pushed forward gently, sending the water into tiny ripples that bounced lightly off the walls of the sea cave.
“Now why are you out here on your own?” she asked him, running a hand along the rough walls.
Dom leaned forward and gave her a pain shrug. “Came to think was all,” he went for honesty.
“Billy?”
“That too.”
“He’s feeling really bad about it,” she swore, pleading with Dom using her eyes. Dom simply chuckled and began to paddle out of the cave and head back to use his cell phone on dry land.
“He shows it funnily,” was all he said as he passed her, and began to head back to the beach in the newly darkened waters that matched the darkening sky. In that time, he let nothing but the sound of the waves crash into his mind.
And for a moment, he imagined that the sound of waves accompanied a Scottish voice calling his name.
tbc
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Commandment #6: Thou Shall Surf At Least Once A Week
Notes: A bit on the rushed side, but looked over decently.
Before Rings had become Billy’s life, commandment number six had been steadfast with the rule that he should delve in a game of pool once a week. However, that was before his life changed in a veritable hurricane. Once the storm died down – or perhaps this was only the eye – Billy found he had a new hobby to pursue. There was the sublime matter of surfing to attend to.
Billy was really regretting putting the words that he did to paper.
One week had nearly gone by, and one week of Dom shunning him; giving him the dirtiest of looks and the coldest of stares. Billy found out that he knew everything and really, Billy expected to be treated worse.
And of course, there was the guilt.
Billy needlessly began to apply the sunscreen that was sitting by his chair. It was near dusk anyway, but the options were to either lather on sunscreen, or to talk with Elijah about what happened. The smell of pineapple filled his nose as he slathered it all over his body.
“Dom ignoring you?” Elijah let his sunglasses slip a little so he could have eye contact with Billy. His gaze kept shifting from further up on the beach – where Dom grasped his surfboard and was speaking to a member of the crew – and back to Billy who was furiously rubbing his arm with the white creamy liquid.
“A little, yeah,” Billy snapped the lid shut on the sunscreen. He fixed Elijah with an expression that approached snarl. “Wonder why?” his voice dripped with sarcasm and Elijah winced a little.
“I remember,” Elijah nodded vehemently. “But it has been a little more than a week.”
“A week is nothing to Dom,” Billy muttered as he lay down on his back to stare up at the dimming sky. “A month is a speck of time. Dom is the king of grudges.”
“Well, then, you’re pretty screwed,” Elijah spelled it out simply with a sympathetic smile as he lay back and put his sunglasses back into place. Billy felt a bout of tension filling his muscles and limbs as he desperately reminded himself that harming Elijah would do nothing. He reminded himself that it wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own.
He sat up and watched Dom as he spoke enthusiastically with the crew and with a newly arrived Orlando who was probably there to collect everyone to head back to their homes and hotels. Orlando was still in his trunks and Billy’s eyes narrowed when he saw Dom’s hands running down the sides of material.
All is fair in love, his brain thought.
Bastard, his heart replied.
He shrugged off any uneasy feelings with the replaced guilt and had the onslaught of ‘You Deserve This’ playing loudly in his mind again. Dom gestured out to the waves and he laughed loudly before heading off into the setting sun for the last surf of the day. Billy felt a strange buzz inside him, and he quickly recognized it as logic.
He got up, dusted the sand off the stray parts of his body that had been attracting it and grabbed his surfboard under his arm. He walked quickly – but not frantically, Billy was many things, but he hadn’t become desperate yet – towards Orlando.
“Bills!” Orlando smiled widely when he saw the visitor.
“Dom went surfing?”
“Said not to hold up the van for him,” Orlando filled him in. “Said he’d grab a ride back with a taxi. Personally, if you ask me, it’s because he’s avoiding you!”
Billy fixed Orlando with a look of tiresome and bitter anger as he scoffed. “Priceless,” he muttered as he waded into the water, the cool temperature of the waves lapping at his feet as he began to paddle out after the spot that was Dom on the horizon.
“Dom!” he called out, but his voice was tuned out by the large, crashing waves. Billy struggled to see as a spray of water splashed in his eyes and gave him a large stinging sensation. He was filled with a large, sobering sense of panic at his chance of fixing things drifting out to sea along with the rolling back waves.
He opened his mouth once more, but no sound came out when he found his eyes couldn’t track onto Dom and that he had lost sight of him. He fixed his posture on the board so that he was straddling the object, and bobbed up and down with the swelling waves as he dully stared out at the horizon and the setting sun.
It was about to hit the water.
Billy felt his chance of fixing things disappear with the sun; slowly but surely.
He paddled back into shore; riding along the waves to allow himself the minimal amount of work and dug his feet into the wet sand as he saw people beginning to pack up, save for Miranda who was sitting there casually.
“Staying?” he asked her.
“Watching the sunset,” she fixed him in her gaze with a sweet smile. “It’s gorgeous.”
Billy smiled weakly as he nodded and began to load his board in the back of the van Orlando had driven here. He piled into the vehicle with his towel and belongings in hand as he leaned his head against the car material.
“Billy?” Elijah was sitting next to him, and spoke quietly. The engine started up and the only person able to hear the voice was the sole person it was intended for.
“Yeah, mate?” he replied gently.
“If it means anything at all, I think you still have a chance…”
“Elijah?”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s not talk about it, okay?”
“Now?”
“Ever.”
Dom could have sworn he had heard his name being called. He could have absolutely sworn on a portable, waterproof Bible that he heard his name called out atop the ocean water with a slight hint of Scottish lilt to the voice. His hopes soared at the thought of Billy finding him and them working it through like two sensible normal human beings.
He had almost turned around to check.
That was before he recalled their past relationship history and how neither of them were sensible, let alone normal in their strange dating ways. Instead, he kept going forward before making the turn to head towards the caves off to the west. He passed through the two towering rocks that always reminded him of the Argonath, and paddled his way through the calmer water into the shallow waters of the place he went to do all his thinking.
He let out a loud exhalation of breath and trailed his fingers in water as he listened to the hollow echo of the sound in the cave. In that moment, he tried to focus his mind on thinking about Billy.
Drunk, he thought, so drunk about everything.
That didn’t excuse the way Billy didn’t try to fix anything. Dom felt uneasy now, and got off the board to submerge himself completely in the water, bubbling tiny bubbles of air to the surface. He tried to clasp these with his hands.
When he came up for air, he noticed an intruder into his solitude standing there in a tankini and a disapproving look.
“Miranda,” he acknowledged as he got onto the board, his hair letting droplets of water loose all over his face. He wiped some out of his eyes as she waded forward. She pushed forward gently, sending the water into tiny ripples that bounced lightly off the walls of the sea cave.
“Now why are you out here on your own?” she asked him, running a hand along the rough walls.
Dom leaned forward and gave her a pain shrug. “Came to think was all,” he went for honesty.
“Billy?”
“That too.”
“He’s feeling really bad about it,” she swore, pleading with Dom using her eyes. Dom simply chuckled and began to paddle out of the cave and head back to use his cell phone on dry land.
“He shows it funnily,” was all he said as he passed her, and began to head back to the beach in the newly darkened waters that matched the darkening sky. In that time, he let nothing but the sound of the waves crash into his mind.
And for a moment, he imagined that the sound of waves accompanied a Scottish voice calling his name.
tbc
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Can't wait for the next part! Love it!
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Whee for part 6!
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And thank you muchly for reading!
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Damn you.
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But thanks for reading, nonetheless. :)