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Fic: Flexible
Title: Flexible
Author: DarkRose
Fandom: LOTRPS
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: R, for language mainly
Disclaimer: I don't own either of these lovely guys. All of this is the product of an overly active imagination. It's all a big lie, I tell you.
Notes: Written originally for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre Voyeur challenge. 43 minutes to write plus a few extra minutes of buff and fluff. Unbetaed, so if it sucks, it's all my fault. Honest feedback always appreciated.
Even watching him felt like being a voyeur.
Billy couldn't quite figure out why that was, either. After all, this was hardly the first time he'd watched Dom go through his daily yoga postures. It was almost a weekend ritual when they'd still been in New Zealand; hobbits and elves alike would watch, amazed as Dom went through the body contorting stretches before their early-morning surfing. It was the yoga, Dom claimed, that gave him better control when he was on his board. He'd highly recommended that they all give it a go, but just watching made Billy cringe with imagined pain.
So why, when it was perfectly normal for him to watch Dom as he lay there on his back, bent in half so that his knees were all but against his forehead, toes resting against fingertips, did Billy feel the familiar tightening in his belly? Why the hell was this making him feel like he was observing something that he shouldn't?
Oh, right. Last night, and Dom's "innocent" teasing.
Innocent. Now there was a word, Billy thought, that should never be used in association with Dominic Monaghan. More like anything he said when taken by a mood such as he'd been in the night before, was highly calculated and plotted, words carefully selected based on their ability to produce shock, or whatever reaction Dom wanted to get from his target. So it shouldn't have surprised Billy that sooner or later, Dom would make some perverse remark about yoga. And it had finally happened, just last night.
"You know, yoga's having some fucking brilliant side effects that I hadn't even thought of when I took it up," Dom had confided as they sat at the pub.
"Oh, yeah? Such as?" Billy could now have kicked himself for taking such blatantly obvious bait.
Dom's eyes glimmered as he leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a low, licentious whisper.
"You know how flexible it's made me, yeah? How I can bend in half?" He paused, not really expecting Billy to answer, but more to heighten the sense of anticipation.
"Yeah, Dom, what about it?"
A cheeky smirk crept across Dom's lips, and his voice dropped even lower. "I'm pretty sure that soon, I'll be able to blow myself, mate."
Dom had erupted into a manic giggle as Billy's reaction to this declaration moved from not being quite sure he'd heard it correctly to shock that Dom would actually say such a thing. And that, of course, was Dom's plan all along, to witness that expression of horror as Billy looked around to see if anyone else had heard this bit of information. Satisfied that no one else had witnessed the exchange, Billy hit Dom's arm.
"You're insane. You know that, ya daft bastard?" Billy growled between clenched teeth. Talking about this shit at home was one thing. Talking about it in a crowded pub was something else entirely. "Totally fucking insane."
"Maybe," Dom chuckled, draining his mug and signaling the bartender for another pint. "But it's true. I fuckin' told you that you should take up yoga, man."
"I think I'd prefer to find someone else to do it for me. I don't wanna know how fuckin' hard up I'd be before I'd blow myself, thanks all the same."
And so it went. Dom had his laugh at Billy's expense as usual. Billy had thought nothing more of it - Dom was just being Dom, full of shit when on the piss, same as always. Still, even watching Dom now, as he put himself into a position from which he could have carried on with the previous night's implied activity, Billy felt like a voyeur. He couldn't help wondering if Dom had actually tried it, and what it would be like. He thought on that for a few moments then smirked to himself, turning away from Dom sprawled out on the living room floor, and headed to the kitchen for a cup of the coffee Dom had brewed when he was first up.
Billy knew, with no uncertainty, that Dom would give a fully detailed account of the event, should he ever manage to become that flexible.
Author: DarkRose
Fandom: LOTRPS
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: R, for language mainly
Disclaimer: I don't own either of these lovely guys. All of this is the product of an overly active imagination. It's all a big lie, I tell you.
Notes: Written originally for
contrelamontre Voyeur challenge. 43 minutes to write plus a few extra minutes of buff and fluff. Unbetaed, so if it sucks, it's all my fault. Honest feedback always appreciated. Even watching him felt like being a voyeur.
Billy couldn't quite figure out why that was, either. After all, this was hardly the first time he'd watched Dom go through his daily yoga postures. It was almost a weekend ritual when they'd still been in New Zealand; hobbits and elves alike would watch, amazed as Dom went through the body contorting stretches before their early-morning surfing. It was the yoga, Dom claimed, that gave him better control when he was on his board. He'd highly recommended that they all give it a go, but just watching made Billy cringe with imagined pain.
So why, when it was perfectly normal for him to watch Dom as he lay there on his back, bent in half so that his knees were all but against his forehead, toes resting against fingertips, did Billy feel the familiar tightening in his belly? Why the hell was this making him feel like he was observing something that he shouldn't?
Oh, right. Last night, and Dom's "innocent" teasing.
Innocent. Now there was a word, Billy thought, that should never be used in association with Dominic Monaghan. More like anything he said when taken by a mood such as he'd been in the night before, was highly calculated and plotted, words carefully selected based on their ability to produce shock, or whatever reaction Dom wanted to get from his target. So it shouldn't have surprised Billy that sooner or later, Dom would make some perverse remark about yoga. And it had finally happened, just last night.
"You know, yoga's having some fucking brilliant side effects that I hadn't even thought of when I took it up," Dom had confided as they sat at the pub.
"Oh, yeah? Such as?" Billy could now have kicked himself for taking such blatantly obvious bait.
Dom's eyes glimmered as he leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a low, licentious whisper.
"You know how flexible it's made me, yeah? How I can bend in half?" He paused, not really expecting Billy to answer, but more to heighten the sense of anticipation.
"Yeah, Dom, what about it?"
A cheeky smirk crept across Dom's lips, and his voice dropped even lower. "I'm pretty sure that soon, I'll be able to blow myself, mate."
Dom had erupted into a manic giggle as Billy's reaction to this declaration moved from not being quite sure he'd heard it correctly to shock that Dom would actually say such a thing. And that, of course, was Dom's plan all along, to witness that expression of horror as Billy looked around to see if anyone else had heard this bit of information. Satisfied that no one else had witnessed the exchange, Billy hit Dom's arm.
"You're insane. You know that, ya daft bastard?" Billy growled between clenched teeth. Talking about this shit at home was one thing. Talking about it in a crowded pub was something else entirely. "Totally fucking insane."
"Maybe," Dom chuckled, draining his mug and signaling the bartender for another pint. "But it's true. I fuckin' told you that you should take up yoga, man."
"I think I'd prefer to find someone else to do it for me. I don't wanna know how fuckin' hard up I'd be before I'd blow myself, thanks all the same."
And so it went. Dom had his laugh at Billy's expense as usual. Billy had thought nothing more of it - Dom was just being Dom, full of shit when on the piss, same as always. Still, even watching Dom now, as he put himself into a position from which he could have carried on with the previous night's implied activity, Billy felt like a voyeur. He couldn't help wondering if Dom had actually tried it, and what it would be like. He thought on that for a few moments then smirked to himself, turning away from Dom sprawled out on the living room floor, and headed to the kitchen for a cup of the coffee Dom had brewed when he was first up.
Billy knew, with no uncertainty, that Dom would give a fully detailed account of the event, should he ever manage to become that flexible.