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fic: restless
Title: Restless
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thepsychicclam
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG
Summary: Billy is restless and Dom helps to keep him occupied
Disclaimer: Never happened
A/N: Forshirasade
“Come on, Billy! Let’s go!” Dom said grabbing Billy’s arm as it hung limply from the couch. Billy didn’t move. Dom pulled a couple more times, but the lump didn’t budge. “Billy! We’re going to be late!”
“I don’t want to go,” Billy said, other arm covering his eyes so the only thing visible was the top of his sandy-colored hair and his small, pursed lips. Dom plopped down on the floor in front of the couch, watching him.
“Okay, I don’t want to go either.” Dom moved around uneasily, twiddling his thumbs together and swaying his head back and forth. Billy flung his arm off his face and sat up.
“I don’t want to stay here.”
“Me either,” Dom agreed. Billy looked down at Dom who was sitting on the floor and looking back up at him.
“What do you suppose we do then?” Billy asked irritably. Dom’s browed furrowed in concentration for a few minutes before his face broke into a wide grin. He jumped up, ran out of the room, and sounded like he was tearing down the house. “Dom! What in the bloody hell are you doing?”
Dom returned to the living room, dust clinging to his hair and shoulders, carrying a box. As he stepped closer, Billy noticed it was an ancient version of Risk.
“Risk?”
“It’s a fucking brilliant game! You get to take over the world!” Dom said excitedly, taking things off the coffee table and setting up the game. Billy watched interestedly.
“Those aren’t even real country names,” Billy pointed out. Dom shrugged and kept setting up the pieces.
After a heated three hour session where they both swore and yelled a lot, neither had made any progress towards taking over the world. The board was littered with an almost equal number of blue and yellow blocks.
“This is hopeless!” Billy said, falling against the back of the couch. Dom got up again and disappeared. Billy waited patiently, not even trying to figure out what Dom would do next. Dom returned shortly carrying a couple decks of cards and a carton of ice cream.
“Canasta.”
Billy spooned out ice cream in various states of melting as Dom explained the complicated rules of the game to him. He always mixed up the draw two but discard one rule and tried to play red threes with black ones to form a canasta. Dom was patient, always letting Billy retract stupid plays. When Billy went out before Dom in one hand, Billy was convinced Dom let him win.
Following canasta there was slapjack and rummy, and then Dom found an old checkerboard covered in a thick layer of dust. Noticing Billy was starting to mope again, Dom let him win the checker game and turned on the television.
“No more games?” Billy asked, slightly disappointed. Dom shook his head and popped in a video. Billy stretched out along the couch, lifting his arms above his head and making a noise in the back of his throat. Dom walked over, noticing the small patch of exposed stomach. Reaching down, he tickled the skin, causing Billy to jerk violently and howl.
“Dom! Stop! Please!”
Dom pulled his hand away and fell down on top of Billy. Billy yelped and attempted to push Dom off the couch, but Dom rolled more securely on top of Billy, pinning his arms down.
“I love you,” Dom said, leaning down and brushing his lips against Billy’s lightly. Billy wrapped his arms around Dom’s waist, pulling him closer. Neither noticed a single thing that happened in the movie playing in the background.
~Fin
Author:
thepsychicclamPairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG
Summary: Billy is restless and Dom helps to keep him occupied
Disclaimer: Never happened
A/N: For
shirasade“Come on, Billy! Let’s go!” Dom said grabbing Billy’s arm as it hung limply from the couch. Billy didn’t move. Dom pulled a couple more times, but the lump didn’t budge. “Billy! We’re going to be late!”
“I don’t want to go,” Billy said, other arm covering his eyes so the only thing visible was the top of his sandy-colored hair and his small, pursed lips. Dom plopped down on the floor in front of the couch, watching him.
“Okay, I don’t want to go either.” Dom moved around uneasily, twiddling his thumbs together and swaying his head back and forth. Billy flung his arm off his face and sat up.
“I don’t want to stay here.”
“Me either,” Dom agreed. Billy looked down at Dom who was sitting on the floor and looking back up at him.
“What do you suppose we do then?” Billy asked irritably. Dom’s browed furrowed in concentration for a few minutes before his face broke into a wide grin. He jumped up, ran out of the room, and sounded like he was tearing down the house. “Dom! What in the bloody hell are you doing?”
Dom returned to the living room, dust clinging to his hair and shoulders, carrying a box. As he stepped closer, Billy noticed it was an ancient version of Risk.
“Risk?”
“It’s a fucking brilliant game! You get to take over the world!” Dom said excitedly, taking things off the coffee table and setting up the game. Billy watched interestedly.
“Those aren’t even real country names,” Billy pointed out. Dom shrugged and kept setting up the pieces.
After a heated three hour session where they both swore and yelled a lot, neither had made any progress towards taking over the world. The board was littered with an almost equal number of blue and yellow blocks.
“This is hopeless!” Billy said, falling against the back of the couch. Dom got up again and disappeared. Billy waited patiently, not even trying to figure out what Dom would do next. Dom returned shortly carrying a couple decks of cards and a carton of ice cream.
“Canasta.”
Billy spooned out ice cream in various states of melting as Dom explained the complicated rules of the game to him. He always mixed up the draw two but discard one rule and tried to play red threes with black ones to form a canasta. Dom was patient, always letting Billy retract stupid plays. When Billy went out before Dom in one hand, Billy was convinced Dom let him win.
Following canasta there was slapjack and rummy, and then Dom found an old checkerboard covered in a thick layer of dust. Noticing Billy was starting to mope again, Dom let him win the checker game and turned on the television.
“No more games?” Billy asked, slightly disappointed. Dom shook his head and popped in a video. Billy stretched out along the couch, lifting his arms above his head and making a noise in the back of his throat. Dom walked over, noticing the small patch of exposed stomach. Reaching down, he tickled the skin, causing Billy to jerk violently and howl.
“Dom! Stop! Please!”
Dom pulled his hand away and fell down on top of Billy. Billy yelped and attempted to push Dom off the couch, but Dom rolled more securely on top of Billy, pinning his arms down.
“I love you,” Dom said, leaning down and brushing his lips against Billy’s lightly. Billy wrapped his arms around Dom’s waist, pulling him closer. Neither noticed a single thing that happened in the movie playing in the background.
~Fin