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Splitsville, Population: You - Part IV (BB/DM)
Title: Splitsville, Population: You - Part IV
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R for series
Summary: This fic exists in a little AU sector of my brain where everything is the same, except the boys haven’t worked together. This means Dom and Billy have never met. Until now.
Notes: I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get this next part together. Feel free to throw things at me.
Parts I, II and III
Billy looks around the house and smiles in satisfaction. Now this, he thinks, is what he needs. Something utterly relaxing and far away from the drear of his flat back home. He walks straight to the back and opens the glass doors, taking a deep breath of fresh sea air before heading back to the front to help Elijah and Dom unload the car.
Once outside, Elijah looks at Billy over a stack of small boxes in his arms with a smirk. “Yo! Did you get lost? Gimme a hand.”
Billy snorts and rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t insist on bringing your entire CD collection with you. Isn’t that what you bought an iPod for?”
“Billy,” Elijah looks at him at though he’s just said the stupidest thing a person could ever say. “Do you know how long it would take me to upload all of these CDs to my iPod? That’s just ridiculous.” He shakes his head and goes back to the car to grab more, leaving Billy standing bewildered with the boxes in his hands.
“Need some help?” Dom walks up to him from the car and takes some of the more precariously dangling boxes from Billy’s grasp.
“Thanks,” Billy smiles and Dom laughs, seeing what he’s holding.
“He still brings his CDs with him everywhere?”
Billy snickers. “Okay, good, I’m not the only one who thinks that Elijah is the King of Bizarre.”
“Definitely not,” Dom winks and heads toward the front door. Billy tries to pretend he doesn’t notice the way Dom’s jeans are slung low on his hips, no belt to hold them up and…no line of pants underneath to be seen.
He shakes his head and follows Dom into the house.
*
The good thing about having Dom along for the long weekend, Billy thinks, is that he’s a fantastic surfer. Better than him, to be sure. He’s been at it all morning, and doesn’t seem to have any intention of stopping. Billy, on the other hand, is parched. He pulls his board up the sand and walks the short distance to Elijah’s deck, where a cooler full of wonderfully cold beverages await him.
The bad thing about having Dom along, well…that’s only the fact that Dom is there. Surfing. And in a wet suit.
It’s ridiculous, really. It’s only noon, and Billy’s had to stop himself from staring at least seven times since they arrived. Eight if you count checking out his arse on the way into the house. But damn, it’s quite an arse.
Billy shakes his head and reaches into the cooler, twisting open a nice sweaty bottle of beer. He drinks half of it in one sip and looks out at the sea. Dom and Elijah are tiny spots in the distance, Dom much further back, riding a wave like a pro. Billy’s been surfing for years now, but Dom makes him look like a novice. Doesn’t he live in Hawaii half the time? He gets more practice is all, Billy thinks. Cheater.
He sips at his beer, thinking wistfully of Hawaii. He’s only been there once, on holiday with Ali. They’d done nothing but shag and drink mai tais for one week straight. Right, not a good train of thought, this. Vaguely, Billy considers giving Ali a call later today, just to see how she is doing. Ok, now that is really a bad train of thought. He goes to take another sip of his beer and realizes it’s empty. When did that happen? He reaches for another and his hand meets another hand inside the cooler.
“You know, alcohol only dehydrates you more,” Dom’s voice says.
Billy looks up and suddenly Dom is sitting next to him on the deck, handing him a beer and taking a bottle of water for himself. Billy smiles.
“Yeah, I know.”
Dom takes a long sip of his drink and Billy is suddenly stupefied, watching. He’s still dripping from the ocean, little rivulets of water falling from his hair and sliding down his cheek. Billy follows one with his eyes, watches it trail down and over Dom’s jaw and down further, over his neck, where his Adam’s apple is working, swallowing down his water.
“…for the day?”
Shit. Snap out of it, Boyd. “What?”
Dom quirks a grin at him. “I said, so are you done for the day?”
“Oh! No, just taking a break.” He gives a tiny smile and tries to pretend Dom didn’t just catch him staring at his throat. He needs to get a grip. “So, your girl…Evie? She can’t meet us here after all?” Right, think about girlfriends. As in, Dom has one. As in, he probably doesn’t even like blokes, especially now, as he has a girlfriend.
Dom’s grin drops and he looks away, turning his gaze out to where Elijah is still surfing. “Nah,” he says, and then he’s quiet.
Billy swallows, looking at his beer, which suddenly seems less appetizing, and wonders if he’s said something wrong. Or maybe he’s just weirded out, since you’ve been staring at him all day.
“Right, well,” Dom says, standing abruptly. “See you out there.” And with that, he’s jogging back to the water, board in hand.
And despite everything that just happened – what exactly did just happen? – Billy watches him run, transfixed.
TBC
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R for series
Summary: This fic exists in a little AU sector of my brain where everything is the same, except the boys haven’t worked together. This means Dom and Billy have never met. Until now.
Notes: I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get this next part together. Feel free to throw things at me.
Parts I, II and III
Splitsville, Population: You - Part IV
Elijah’s house – or, rather, the house he's renting for the summer – is lovely. A tall two-story with one guest room downstairs and a large master bedroom on the second floor, the living room large enough for a small army. And the view through the sliding glass doors is stunning. They’re only a few footsteps from the sand.Billy looks around the house and smiles in satisfaction. Now this, he thinks, is what he needs. Something utterly relaxing and far away from the drear of his flat back home. He walks straight to the back and opens the glass doors, taking a deep breath of fresh sea air before heading back to the front to help Elijah and Dom unload the car.
Once outside, Elijah looks at Billy over a stack of small boxes in his arms with a smirk. “Yo! Did you get lost? Gimme a hand.”
Billy snorts and rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t insist on bringing your entire CD collection with you. Isn’t that what you bought an iPod for?”
“Billy,” Elijah looks at him at though he’s just said the stupidest thing a person could ever say. “Do you know how long it would take me to upload all of these CDs to my iPod? That’s just ridiculous.” He shakes his head and goes back to the car to grab more, leaving Billy standing bewildered with the boxes in his hands.
“Need some help?” Dom walks up to him from the car and takes some of the more precariously dangling boxes from Billy’s grasp.
“Thanks,” Billy smiles and Dom laughs, seeing what he’s holding.
“He still brings his CDs with him everywhere?”
Billy snickers. “Okay, good, I’m not the only one who thinks that Elijah is the King of Bizarre.”
“Definitely not,” Dom winks and heads toward the front door. Billy tries to pretend he doesn’t notice the way Dom’s jeans are slung low on his hips, no belt to hold them up and…no line of pants underneath to be seen.
He shakes his head and follows Dom into the house.
*
The good thing about having Dom along for the long weekend, Billy thinks, is that he’s a fantastic surfer. Better than him, to be sure. He’s been at it all morning, and doesn’t seem to have any intention of stopping. Billy, on the other hand, is parched. He pulls his board up the sand and walks the short distance to Elijah’s deck, where a cooler full of wonderfully cold beverages await him.
The bad thing about having Dom along, well…that’s only the fact that Dom is there. Surfing. And in a wet suit.
It’s ridiculous, really. It’s only noon, and Billy’s had to stop himself from staring at least seven times since they arrived. Eight if you count checking out his arse on the way into the house. But damn, it’s quite an arse.
Billy shakes his head and reaches into the cooler, twisting open a nice sweaty bottle of beer. He drinks half of it in one sip and looks out at the sea. Dom and Elijah are tiny spots in the distance, Dom much further back, riding a wave like a pro. Billy’s been surfing for years now, but Dom makes him look like a novice. Doesn’t he live in Hawaii half the time? He gets more practice is all, Billy thinks. Cheater.
He sips at his beer, thinking wistfully of Hawaii. He’s only been there once, on holiday with Ali. They’d done nothing but shag and drink mai tais for one week straight. Right, not a good train of thought, this. Vaguely, Billy considers giving Ali a call later today, just to see how she is doing. Ok, now that is really a bad train of thought. He goes to take another sip of his beer and realizes it’s empty. When did that happen? He reaches for another and his hand meets another hand inside the cooler.
“You know, alcohol only dehydrates you more,” Dom’s voice says.
Billy looks up and suddenly Dom is sitting next to him on the deck, handing him a beer and taking a bottle of water for himself. Billy smiles.
“Yeah, I know.”
Dom takes a long sip of his drink and Billy is suddenly stupefied, watching. He’s still dripping from the ocean, little rivulets of water falling from his hair and sliding down his cheek. Billy follows one with his eyes, watches it trail down and over Dom’s jaw and down further, over his neck, where his Adam’s apple is working, swallowing down his water.
“…for the day?”
Shit. Snap out of it, Boyd. “What?”
Dom quirks a grin at him. “I said, so are you done for the day?”
“Oh! No, just taking a break.” He gives a tiny smile and tries to pretend Dom didn’t just catch him staring at his throat. He needs to get a grip. “So, your girl…Evie? She can’t meet us here after all?” Right, think about girlfriends. As in, Dom has one. As in, he probably doesn’t even like blokes, especially now, as he has a girlfriend.
Dom’s grin drops and he looks away, turning his gaze out to where Elijah is still surfing. “Nah,” he says, and then he’s quiet.
Billy swallows, looking at his beer, which suddenly seems less appetizing, and wonders if he’s said something wrong. Or maybe he’s just weirded out, since you’ve been staring at him all day.
“Right, well,” Dom says, standing abruptly. “See you out there.” And with that, he’s jogging back to the water, board in hand.
And despite everything that just happened – what exactly did just happen? – Billy watches him run, transfixed.
TBC