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Erhm, the first 3 of my 30_Kisses series. I am working on the 4th as we speak. Trying to improve, seeing as these are hardly well written.
Title: Day One
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: G
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Fandom: LotR RPS
Theme: #1, Look Over Here
Summary: Billy discovers he’s in love. Dom confuses him a little.
Notes: There will be 29 more of these, a series. Each fic is a day. Yes. Anyways. Disclaimer now.
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food- Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.
Archive: If you think it’s good enough, let me know at jiradamister@writing.com and archive away!
Dom seems to call to Billy just with his movements. He doesn’t even need to raise his voice, although it is loud as he talks. He laughs with that intense sparkle in his eyes and gestures wildly as he tells a story. And his eyes flick over to Billy’s and he jerks his head a bit, saying Get back over here, you’re missing a great story.
And Billy does return, his hands carrying this round’s set of drinks and setting them down in front of respective owners, said owners being Orlando, Elijah, Viggo, Dom, and his own empty spot that he slides into as Dom gets up to let him pass. “What did I miss?” He says, looking at them expectantly.
”A hell of a great story!” Dom exclaims, his face full of that aching brightness and Billy wonders when Dom started calling him without even trying.
Dom’s become Billy’s best mate and they practically share a mind at times. But best mates don’t cause a shot of fuzzy warmth to climb up and down the spine and settle in the stomach and groin, giving that nervous excited crush feeling. The kind that makes thinking about his lips completely normal.
Looking at Dom again, Billy finds that he can look at those lips, and easily picture kissing him. What’s more, the idea is not all that unfathomable. In fact, it’s quite accepted and now that Billy thinks about it, a pretty good idea at that. Billy never knew this.
He focuses on Dom’s face. Green eyes that burn and shine with life practically every minute (unless Dom has passed out on a chair of some sort). When did they go from Dom’s eyes to ohgod, Dom’s eyes? Billy wonders as he notes the second feature now beautiful.
Dom’s hair is absolutely mad, as usual, but still looks as if a caress over it would be soft and thrilling. Billy almost reaches over to touch it, but pulls his hand back before it starts moving. He continues to look at the hair, however. Number three.
Dom stands with a grinning, “I’ve got to visit the loo.” Billy notes that his voice is anything at any time, low and enticing, loud and frantic, daring and lightly teasing, or just soft and warm. Each voice brings a different shiver into Billy’s belly. Number four.
Billy survey’s Dom’s body on a whim. Slim but still nicely muscled and how did Billy never notice that Dom’s arse is not an eyesore at all? Oh boy. Number five.
Of course, it’s more than physical features alone. It’s his entire personality and pretty much everything about him. Billy doesn’t know why he’s never really noticed this before in the three months he’s known Dom. Maybe because it’s always been there and he just realized it. Number six.
So, Billy concludes, I’m not exactly thinking about him in a best mate-ish way anymore, am I. It’s more of a crush, and it’s more like fucking love.
With that settled, Billy is now more confused than ever. Mostly because he’s never fancied a bloke before and because he doesn’t exactly know how Dom feels about him.
Orlando snaps him back to reality. “What’s on your mind?” He asks, leaning against Viggo comfortably while the older man raps an arm around his chest.
”Just, y`know, ordinary everyday thoughts. Normal stuff.” Billy lies.
Orlando nods and winks at him. “So you’re interested in Dom, pretty much.”
Billy blinks in surprise. “How-what-who-me-Dom-erhm?” He manages to get out, annoyed for sounding like a complete idiot, proud that he managed to make that much sense with his brain doing the confused thing right now, and suddenly worried that he’s obvious and he didn’t even know it, considering he’s just figured it out now.
”Don’t worry.” Orlando reassures him. “He didn’t see you checking him out. Don’t know how, actually, you were pretty much ogling him and drooling about an inch from his lap.” Viggo pinches his arm lightly. “That hurts, filthy human.”
”Be good, elf-boy.” Viggo replies against his ear, low and warning. Orlando cranes his neck back.
”If I’m bad, will you punish me?” He murmurs against Viggo’s mouth. Viggo’s lips curve into a smirk and he breathes softly against Orlando’s mouth.
”Yes…but not in the way you’d like.” Viggo whispers back, his lips hovering only a millimeter from Orlando’s for the longest second. Orlando leans in and Viggo pulls back, leaving Orlando to half slide into his lap.
”Fuck.” Orlando says from his new location. “Thanks a lot.” But he sits up again and looks at Viggo out of the corner of his eye. Billy can see love in his eyes and a wicked glint, and he knows that Orlando will be paying Viggo back for that. “And I’ve noticed that you’ve always looked at him differently than the others. Just wondered when you were going to figure it out.”
”I was-erhm-I mean-oh-“ and Billy knows he’s not going to get better at denying so instead he says, “Does he know?”
Orlando shakes his head. “Doubt it. Don’t see how he couldn’t notice, but he hasn’t, I don’t think. But-ah, shit.” He stops abruptly and Billy glances to his left.
Dom has returned and as he slides back into his seat, he says happily, “Billy.”
Billy looks at him. “Dommie.”
Dom nods, as if having found the correct answer. Then he finishes his beer. “I say we all turn in so that we don’t look like we’re auditioning for the next ‘Night of the Living Dead’.” And with that he repeats, “Billy.” His voice is much more solemn.
Billy continues to stare at him, becoming more confused by Dom. “Dom.” He reiterates. He feels like a parrot.
Dom nods again, his eyes still locked on Billy’s. “There’s madness behind my reason.” He says. Billy groans at his joke.
”You don’t have reason to begin with, Dommie.” He mutters, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He feels a light brush of lips on skin and realizes that Dom has kissed his nose.
Orlando is biting his lip, swallowing snickers that would emerge if Viggo was not whispering in his ear again, warning him. Elijah’s eyes are laughing as well and he winks at Billy, mouthing, “Lucky you.”
Billy frowns at him, watching as Dom leaves, still saying Look over here all the while.
”So.” Orlando manages to get that far as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip, then promptly sprays the table as he cannot hold it back any longer and cracks up. Beside him, Elijah has also dissolved into laughter and only Viggo is holding out a straight face, although Billy suspects that once he leaves, that will change.
Billy touches his nose slowly. “Yea, I think I’ll be leaving now too.” He says to the still laughing duo and the ever police third who nods at him.
As Billy steps outside, he glances about and there is Dom, still saying Look over here and leaning against a bench about ten feet away. Billy walks to him. “You going too?” Dom asks.
”Yeh.” Billy replies and Dom grins.
”Right then. See you around.” Dom tells him. “Oh, and Billy?”
”Dom?” Billy asks for the third time in five minutes.
”Billy.” Dom agrees. Although a fluorescent light burns above them and throws shadows in odd angles across his face and casts a yellow glow to him and although he is slightly inebriated and disheveled, Billy still finds himself noting that Dom is looking incredibly good and this is not a wonderful situation to be in, alone with Dom. “Well, see you around.”
”Hey, wait, what’s the madness behind your reason?” Billy asks suddenly.
”You’ll find out. Eventually.” Dom laughs over his shoulder as he disappears into the crowd. His presence still lingers with Billy and Billy watches nothing under the dark night sky and notices he is smiling.
This is the first day of being in love with Dom. He understands finally.
Title: Day Two
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Fandom: LotR RPS
Theme: #2, News, letter
Summary: Little notes start to make their way to Billy and Dom all throughout the day.
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food- Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.
Archive: If you think it’s good enough, let me know at jiradamister@writing.com and archive away!
Billy opens his eyes to find the post-it note plastered to his forehead and takes it off. Good morning.He sits now, staring at it. Scrawled in Dom’s handwriting, it’s a good wake-up. So apparently Dom stopped by. Which means-
”Shit!” Billy sits upright. “What time is it?”
”Go back to bed.”
Billy turned his head to see Dom next to him. “Wha-“ He managed to say before realizing that Dom that Dom was in bed with him. “How-“ He still wasn’t doing the think thing. Then he remembered what he’d gotten up for. What time is it?”
”I don’t know. But when I was ever so rudely woken up by Peter telling me that it was supposed to storm like mad and we weren’t going to shoot until possibly later this afternoon, I told him that I’d tell you and save you the exasperation of wanting to kill him too.” Dom explains. Billy cranes his neck to look past Dom and sees the clock reads seven after five.
”And you felt the need to put this on my head?” Billy asks, exhausted and well too aware of the fact that Dom is lying in his bed, in his fucking bed, and it’s suddenly completely different to him. His body is reacting in ways that it never did before. Oh boy.
Dom leans over and kisses his forehead where the post-it was. “Go back to bed, Bills.”
Billy lies there, and although they have done it countless times before, having Dom sleeping in his bed is definitely affecting him. He would get up, but Dom would doubtlessly see the issue he was having through his flannel pants.
So he lies there, listening to Dom’s breathing, the way it was steady and slow, and it lulls him into his own sleep, filled with hazy dreams of touching and closeness that drive him mad and yet fill him with pleasure.
~~~
When he wakes up about three hours later, Dom is up and he can hear him in the kitchen. Billy yawns and feels something sticky on his forehead. “Not again.” He mutters, peeling off another note.
Breakfast for you when you’re ready.
Billy stretches out, lying in bed and enjoying the feel of sleeping in. Then he rolls out of bed and pads into the kitchen, seeing Dom is cooking breakfast, as promised. Dom glances over and smiles and Billy wants to hug him and kiss his lips and see how soft they are.
Dom’s usually up for anything. He wonders if Dom would be up for kissing. And touching. Shagging would be nice, too. He shakes that thought from his head and walks up behind Dom to steal a piece of sausage and bite off the end. Dom turns suddenly and grabs his wrist and holds it inches above the sausage.
”Nope, wait, Billy.” He grins. Billy frowns at him, which only makes his tilt of his lips broader. Billy has trouble thinking of many times when Dom can’t smile. He pouts and tries to lean past Dom and get the food with straining fingers but Dom’s grip is firm.
He can smell Dom, and he knows that Dom recently showered because he smells like Billy’s shampoo and that’s a really good smell on Dom, Billy thinks. So he moves away and hunts down a post-it note from the drawer, wanting payback for waking up twice with the sticky paper on his forehead.
He scribbles down You smell like my shampoo, thief. Then he scribbles another note and ticks the first over it before walking over to Dom who is working on eggs now; Billy is lifting his shirt from behind and pushing the paper against his chest hard to make sure it stays. It is only after he drops the shirt that he lets the mental image of Dom’s shoulders and back muscles sear into his memory.
Dom raises an eyebrow at him as he pulls off the note. “Thanks, Bills, lost a few hairs with that. Stings a bit.” He scowls. He reads the first note. “Thief, indeed.” He says. “But a clean thief.” And then he reads the second. “But I smell nice.” He says, looking at Billy. “I’m glad you think so. Anyways, breakfast’ll be finished in about ten minutes. Mostly because I want pancakes.”
Billy shrugs. “Just be sure to replenish my shower supplies if you’re going to keep on stealing them. Make some pancakes for me.” He replies to Dom before going to the bathroom to shower quickly.
The shower releases some of the tensions that have arisen recently after discovering that he’s interested in Dom. By the time he gets out, he has a fairly good grip on the fact that Dom is no longer just a friend to him and he has figured out how to control his brain (he hopes) in situations that might otherwise be a bit iffy.
When he returns to the kitchen, feeling clean and logical finally, Dom is waiting for him. “You could have started.” Billy tells him, feeling pleased that he didn’t. It’s more couple-ish that he waited. Dom shrugs.
”I only finished a couple minutes ago and you have a microwave if it’s too cold for you.” He answers. He has already loaded his plate with pancakes and syrup, leaving the eggs and sausages for Billy. Billy makes his own plate, taking a couple pancakes.
”You don’t want one of my sausages?” He asks Dom. Dom, who has just taken a bite of his pancakes, starts to laugh and almost chokes. “Oh, for fucks sake, Dom, and you know I didn’t mean it like that!”
Dom ignores him, wiping at the slight dampness at the corners of his eyes, still chuckling in between bites. “No thanks, Bills.” And then he reaches over just as Billy is about to bite off the end of the sausage and steals the fork, bites off half of it, and returns the fork to a stunned Billy’s hand. “Thanks.”
Billy stares at him for a moment before finally eating what’s left of the remaining food on his fork. “You’re welcome.” He says after he swallows.
Their talk is light and easy, teasing back and forth about assorted things, discussing the day’s shoot, and plans for the next free day. After they finish, Billy does the dishes while Dom calls Peter to find out what’s going on.
As it turns out, they are shooting later that day. So for a few hours, Billy and Dom simply hang out and watch television before heading out to get makeup and feet and then salvage a few hours of daylight for filming. When they aren’t needed, Billy wanders over to Orlando and talk to him and the conversation turns to Viggo. Of course, Orlando proceeds to ask Billy about Dom and Billy has no idea what to say.
”Are you going to tell him how you feel?” Orlando asks. “Are you going to see if he likes you too? What are you going to do?”
Billy can only take so much of the questioning that he cannot answer and so he goes back to Dom, only to find out that Dom and he are needed on set. So he goes to join Elijah and Sean and finds Elijah looking at him with wide curious eyes. When they get a moment alone, Elijah whispers, “So what’s going on with Dom?”
”Christ, not you too!” Billy groans and then focuses on acting, not social drama. He also makes a mental note never to tell Elijah or Orlando anything.
By the time filming is finished for the day, he is more than ready to go home. So he heads back to the chairs to get his feet and makeup removed. But when he goes to sit, he sees another sticky note. He picks it up and reads it.
Elijah and Orlando are talking about something and I don’t know what. Do you?
He looks up at Dom a few feet away, who is looking back. He shakes his head. “Not a clue. But d`you want to get a movie and we’ll discuss it then?”
Dom nods agreeably and they settle into the process that is the ending of the day and the switching from Merry and Pippin to Dom and Billy. They head back to Billy’s place after grabbing a movie and Billy settles into the comfort of his couch. Halfway through the movie, he notices that Dom has something poking out of his shirt. “Dom, your tag’s sticking out of your shirt.” He says.
Dom stretches to reach. “I can’t get it. You do it, okay?”
Billy knows Dom is lying. But he leans over and goes to push the tag in, muttering, “Lazy.” He stops when he realizes that it is not a tag but a folded up post-it. “Where are you hiding the bloody things?” He asks as he unfolds it.
Billy.
He raises an eyebrow. This cannot be a continuation of yesterdays- Dom is looking at him, waiting. He stares back, reaching for a pencil and scribbling down Dom? on the sticky note. Dom nods happily and leans against the arm of the couch, returning to the movie.
Billy eyes him for a moment and then gets up to go to the bathroom. He also makes a stop to his bedroom, putting the post-it on his wall. Just a little reminder of Dom when he’s feeling a bit sad. He notes that he has the starts of a Dom wall with a couple pictures that he put up last night and now the post it. He wonders what it will look like in a month.
He returns to the couch and Dom leans against him as he sits down. “You make a good pillow.” He mumbles. “Your wife’ll be lucky. And your kids.”
Billy glances at him. “What?”
”Nothing.” Dom answers, settling more firmly against him. Billy moves his arm so that Dom is not digging into his ribs and hears Dom sigh. “You ever think that it could only be us that does this?”
”What?” Billy asks again.
”Just you and me. I mean, how many other people could you do this with and not feel at all uncomfortable?” Dom tilts his head back. Billy shakes his head. “None, right?”
”Right, Dommie. Now, be quiet and watch the movie.” He says gently. He can’t talk about this right now. It’s just painful to him. He needs time to figure out how Dom feels and if he has a shot in hell. But he drapes his arm over Dom’s shoulder just the same and feels Dom relax against him.
The night passes calmly, not much talking, and Dom seems to understand that Billy is sad. He finally turns and says, “What’s up, Billy?” Billy looks at him and shrugs.
”Dunno, just kind of out of it today.” He answers.
Dom stares at him. “You’re lying.” He mutters before getting up and storming out of the room. “And you’ve been lying to me all day. You know what Orlando and Elijah are talking about.”
Billy lets him leave, unable to stop him and not sure what he wants to think. It almost seems like Dom is being more than friendly with him and at the same time, he questions it. It is Dom, after all. When he goes to find Dom a few minutes later, he finds him lying on Billy’s bed.
”Go away. I don’t want to hear what you have to say. If you can’t talk to me about problems, then I won’t talk to you about mine. Or a problem about us.” He says. “Leave me in the dark, and I’ll do the same to you.”
”Dommie.” Billy whispers. He sits on the bed. “I’m sorry. But I can’t talk about it yet. Not even to myself. I wouldn’t leave you out of it otherwise.”
”What about Orlando and Elijah?” Dom asks. “You know what they’re talking about. I saw it in your eyes when you were talking to them and when you answered me earlier.” He turns to stare at Billy with accusing eyes.
”It’s part of the problem and they don’t even know it.” Billy says. It’s the truth and it’s not exactly giving away anything to Dom. If he said, “I can’t talk about that either”, then Dom would know that it was about him, or somehow involving him. So this was the best way to say it.
Dom stares at him. “You won’t tell me anything more, will you.” He was saying it mostly to himself but Billy answers anyways.
”I will. But not now. Just don’t hate me, Dom. Don’t get mad at me. I wish I could tell you. Come here.” And he holds out his arms, asking for a hug more than offering one, and Dom sighs and sits up and gives him one, squeezing tightly.
”You put the post-it up.” Dom says. Billy nods. “Why?”
”So when I’m depressed, I can smile.” Billy answers. Dom seems satisfied with that answer and he holds onto Billy for a moment longer. “Are we okay?”
Dom smiles. “Yea, we’re fine. Don’t worry about it. Just give me a few more hours to sulk that I don’t get to know and I’ll be fine.” He isn’t as hurt anymore, Billy can tell, and he leaves to stop the movie and turn off the television. Dom passes him to go home, and Billy wonders how forgiven he is if Dom is already leaving. Dom says before he leaves, “See you in the morning, Billy. Get some sleep, because Peter’s going to be running us hard after missing part of today’s shooting.”
Billy nods and goes back on lie down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. There are several post-its. “Dom.” He groans as he gets up. Billy, sorry for confusing you. I’m not mad at you. But this is more fun, right?
He shakes his head. “So he did know I’d be upset.” He reads the next. I’ll be here for when you’re ready to talk about whatever it is, no matter what it’s about. Billy moves to the third one. I hope I make you smile now, because I’m guessing you’re a little sad.
He does smile at this. He returns to his pillows. He’ll leave the post-its there. They’re more special that way. He picks up the phone and dials Dom’s cell. “You did, Dommie. You did. Thanks.” He says as Dom answers, and then hangs up.
He knows Dom is smiling slightly too as he drives home.
Title: Day Three
Author: Sonata Night
Rating:
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Fandom: LotR RPS
Theme: #3, Jolt
Summary: Billy is surprised by Dom.
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food- Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.
Archive: If you think it’s good enough, let me know at jiradamister@writing.com and archive away!
Dom was right about one thing, Billy thinks. Peter is working us hard today. Not that Billy hadn’t expected it. But it meant that he was going to be too tired to really enjoy himself when they went out.
Dom, on the other hand, was still going strong on energy and it had been one of the roughest shooting days so far. Billy had come in ready to apologize to Dom again if necessary. Dom had slung an arm around his shoulder as soon as he’d seen Billy and practically shouted good morning directly into Billy’s ear.
Orlando is sitting next to him, quiet. He hasn’t brought up Dom yet. Billy knows he’s trying not to, but he wants to. Billy finally speaks up to him. “Go ahead. Say what you want.” He’s tired, but Dom isn’t around and he doesn’t have to worry about the man hearing him.
Orlando tilts his head back to look over his shoulder rather than turn around. “Have you figured out anything? What to do?” His brown eyes are honestly concerned, and Billy is surprised.
”Not yet, no.” Billy shakes his head. “He knows something’s up and he cornered me on it. I told him nothing was up, he got mad at me, and I told him that I was sorry but I couldn’t tell him right now. And that you and Elijah are part of the problem.”
”We are?” Orlando looks upset to hear this; Billy is quick to amend himself.
”No, not a lot. It’s just that you question me and I don’t know what to say or do. I’m still trying to figure out what to do with Dom myself.” Billy answers gently. Orlando nods. “So just let Elijah to know to calm down a bit, y`know?” He turns back to Dom, watching him move.
”That would take a miracle or a few elephant tranquilizers.” Orlando says quietly as Elijah passes and the two of them stifle snickers until he is a fair distance away. “No, but good luck figuring it out. Honestly, I’d say he’s worth a shot.”
Billy looks at Orlando in surprise. “Why?” He asks. Orlando’s eyes have that bright, devilish, “I know something you don’t know” shine to them. “What aren’t you telling me?” He queries, his voice soft.
Orlando shrugs. “Just…ever since you two met, watching you has always been entertaining. You two have something special where you get each other and I wonder if he might not feel the same way. You should go find out.”
Billy snorts. “And if he doesn’t, then I’ve ruined a perfectly good friendship?” He asks. Orlando winces. “Yes, that’s the other part of it that we both know about.”
Orlando doesn’t say anything else for a few more minutes and then just as Billy is about to leave, he says softly, “Good luck.” Like he knows something that Billy doesn’t know. Like he knows what Billy is going to do before Billy does.
Billy is so jolted that he forgets his first line, earning a “Been smoking too much pipeweed, Pip?” from Dom and an annoyed look from Peter.
~~~
Look around your world, pretty baby, is it everything you hoped it’d be
Billy is dancing with Dom, much to his surprise. Dom had grabbed him and hauled him onto the dance floor before he could protest, not that he would have been able to put up much of a stand. He was too tired from the day, and the idea of Dom and him dancing was not all that bad of an idea. He’d contemplated not coming from how tired he was, but this was definitely good.
The wrong guy, the wrong situation, the right time to roll to me, roll to me
So now there is some song that Dom is bouncing to and Billy is watching him, laughing slightly and trying to figure out where Dom is getting all this energy. He decides to ask.
”How are you able to keep yourself up?” He shouts to Dom. Dom turns to look at him with shining eyes, oddly reminiscent of the kind of shine that was in Orlando’s earlier.
”I don’t know. I’m just full of energy!” He shouts back. “So, I’m out here burning it off. How is it that you’re able to keep yourself up, since you look about ready to pass out?”
And look into your heart, is it aching with some aimless need
Billy shrugs. “I guess that I know you’ll catch me, right?” He means it as a joke, but it comes out a bit too serious for his liking. Dom pauses for a moment, also hearing it, but it doesn’t faze him and he nods.
”Right, Bills!” He says. Orlando is nearby with Viggo, and they’re nearly shagging on the dance floor. Billy looks away because that triggers thoughts of shagging Dom on the dance floor and he doesn’t need those thoughts screwing with his head.
Is there something wrong and you can’t put your finger on it, right then, roll to me
He pulls back from Dom and says something stupid. “I want to tell you something.” Because as soon as he says it, he knows that his mouth is running away from him and he can’t catch it. He doesn’t want to say what is going to be said, but he’s going to.
Dom, who has been dancing with his arms in the air and his hips lightly brushing up against Billy’s, lowers his arms and stops with the pelvic swaying. “D`you wanna sit down? Is it something important? Should we go outside?”
”Outside…outside would be … good, I think.” Billy says. If he’s going to do this and screw it up, at least let him screw it up right.
So he follows Dom outside and Dom waits for him patiently as Billy finally catches up to his brain. He can’t very well drag Dom outside for absolutely nothing. And then his brain takes off again, full of rambling thoughts that won’t slow down. His skin is burning but it’s cold outside.
”Christ, Dom, I’m sorry for all of this.” He says as an opening line. Oh, that’s wonderful, Bills. Scare him right away. His mind shouts. The music is still playing and he can hear it from the inside of the building faintly.
Dom glances at him. “Are you okay, Billy? What’s going on?” His eyes, that pleasant mixture of grey and blue that Billy has never been quite able to pinpoint down, search Billy’s. Billy feels that little shiver run through him.
”Yea. It’s just…y`know how I couldn’t tell you want was going on and everything with Elijah and Orlando and I don’t want you to hate me but then Orlando started saying something about our getting each other and I don’t know if he’s right or not and apparently he knows what I’m going to do and that’s why he told me good luck and now I’m telling you and making a fool of myself.” Billy rushes through his words and finally manages to inhale, feeling his abused lungs recover.
Dom raises an eyebrow. “You’re not making a fool of yourself, you’re just babbling nonsense. You can’t make a fool of yourself unless there’s someone else around, too, because I’ve seen you at your worst, Billy.” His entire face lights up with his laugh and Billy sighs. “Billy?”
”Dom?” Dom is silent and Billy realizes that he is calmer. “Oh. Thanks.” He mumbles, pink staining his cheeks. Dom looks at him expectantly. “Okay, let’s try that again.”
He tries to figure out where to start. “Three days ago.”
”Three days ago.” Dom nods. “More logical. You started acting weird three days ago. Alright, continue.”
Billy steels himself. “Three days ago, I started to think about you in a … not exactly friendly manner. And now I’m not sure what to do. And I don’t think I should be telling you.”
”Not friendly in which sense, Billy?” Dom’s face is much more serious now and Billy begins to worry about what he’s done.
”Not friendly as in the ‘He’s cute, I’d shag him, I’d like to hold him and be with him for a long time’ sort of fashion?” Billy’s voice squeaks out. Squeaks. He’s lost his voice because his throat is constricting. He coughs, swallows after producing a minuscule amount of saliva in his now cotton-dry mouth, and coughs again. Then he tries to speak up. “And Orlando figured it out and proceeded to bring it up with Elijah and Viggo nearby. Viggo, thankfully, is not teasing me and pestering me about you nonstop, but Elijah and Orli are and I couldn’t tell you that and I was worried that you’d hate me. And then yesterday when you got mad at me, I didn’t want you to hate me for not telling you but I was afraid you’d hate me if I did so I didn’t know what to do so I sort of compromised and lied while telling the truth.”
Dom is not talking. Dom is simply staring. His eyes are now dark, still that grey-blue that can’t be pinpointed. But they are dark, darker than Billy’s ever seen them, and he’s more frightened than ever that Dom hates him. Dom lets out a slow sigh. “Fuck!” He finally says.
It is Billy’s turn to be silent and listen as Dom suddenly turns on him. “And you didn’t fucking say a word? Don’t you think I’d have rather known than think it was something I was doing? I mean, yes I can see it was something I was doing, but that was because I was being myself and that was what it was. I mean, at least I’d understand why you were acting so weird! Jesus, Billy, did you really think that? Billy?” He glares at Billy.
”Dom.” Billy whispers. He takes a step away. He is pleading for Dom to forgive him without ever speaking and Dom is just staring at him. But now that he’s admitted exactly how he feels about Dom, that’s also there in his eyes.
”Billy.” Dom has taken a step forward to match Billy, and now he takes another step, longer and faster, pinning Billy against the wall. “You honestly thought that I’d hate you. And you never fucking noticed.” His laugh is harsh but surprised. As Billy takes in the thought that perhaps Dom doesn’t hate him, Dom leans in to kiss him.
Billy is so surprised that all other thoughts fly out of his head, abandoned and uncared for, as this single one starts to repeat. Kissing, kissing and it’s Dom, kissing.
”What-“He mumbles as Dom pulls away.
”Billy.” Dom murmurs against his ear before disappearing back into the club. And Billy is left outside.
”Dom.” He says. Suddenly he’s just as confused as before. And he can’t face Dom right now. Not after this; he’s too embarrassed, scared, and confused to try to understand tonight. So he calls Orlando, leaving him a message of, “I’m never listening to you again. I’ll see you on set tomorrow, and make sure Dom doesn’t do something stupid.” Well, that’s a nice version, as the real version is interlaced with furious curses, and not all are in English.
He gets home and lies down on his bed and tries to figure out what exactly has happened. After three hours, he gives up and instead, submits himself to a lack of sleep and a confused, depressed pressure on his heart.
Title: Day One
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: G
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Fandom: LotR RPS
Theme: #1, Look Over Here
Summary: Billy discovers he’s in love. Dom confuses him a little.
Notes: There will be 29 more of these, a series. Each fic is a day. Yes. Anyways. Disclaimer now.
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food- Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.
Archive: If you think it’s good enough, let me know at jiradamister@writing.com and archive away!
Dom seems to call to Billy just with his movements. He doesn’t even need to raise his voice, although it is loud as he talks. He laughs with that intense sparkle in his eyes and gestures wildly as he tells a story. And his eyes flick over to Billy’s and he jerks his head a bit, saying Get back over here, you’re missing a great story.
And Billy does return, his hands carrying this round’s set of drinks and setting them down in front of respective owners, said owners being Orlando, Elijah, Viggo, Dom, and his own empty spot that he slides into as Dom gets up to let him pass. “What did I miss?” He says, looking at them expectantly.
”A hell of a great story!” Dom exclaims, his face full of that aching brightness and Billy wonders when Dom started calling him without even trying.
Dom’s become Billy’s best mate and they practically share a mind at times. But best mates don’t cause a shot of fuzzy warmth to climb up and down the spine and settle in the stomach and groin, giving that nervous excited crush feeling. The kind that makes thinking about his lips completely normal.
Looking at Dom again, Billy finds that he can look at those lips, and easily picture kissing him. What’s more, the idea is not all that unfathomable. In fact, it’s quite accepted and now that Billy thinks about it, a pretty good idea at that. Billy never knew this.
He focuses on Dom’s face. Green eyes that burn and shine with life practically every minute (unless Dom has passed out on a chair of some sort). When did they go from Dom’s eyes to ohgod, Dom’s eyes? Billy wonders as he notes the second feature now beautiful.
Dom’s hair is absolutely mad, as usual, but still looks as if a caress over it would be soft and thrilling. Billy almost reaches over to touch it, but pulls his hand back before it starts moving. He continues to look at the hair, however. Number three.
Dom stands with a grinning, “I’ve got to visit the loo.” Billy notes that his voice is anything at any time, low and enticing, loud and frantic, daring and lightly teasing, or just soft and warm. Each voice brings a different shiver into Billy’s belly. Number four.
Billy survey’s Dom’s body on a whim. Slim but still nicely muscled and how did Billy never notice that Dom’s arse is not an eyesore at all? Oh boy. Number five.
Of course, it’s more than physical features alone. It’s his entire personality and pretty much everything about him. Billy doesn’t know why he’s never really noticed this before in the three months he’s known Dom. Maybe because it’s always been there and he just realized it. Number six.
So, Billy concludes, I’m not exactly thinking about him in a best mate-ish way anymore, am I. It’s more of a crush, and it’s more like fucking love.
With that settled, Billy is now more confused than ever. Mostly because he’s never fancied a bloke before and because he doesn’t exactly know how Dom feels about him.
Orlando snaps him back to reality. “What’s on your mind?” He asks, leaning against Viggo comfortably while the older man raps an arm around his chest.
”Just, y`know, ordinary everyday thoughts. Normal stuff.” Billy lies.
Orlando nods and winks at him. “So you’re interested in Dom, pretty much.”
Billy blinks in surprise. “How-what-who-me-Dom-erhm?” He manages to get out, annoyed for sounding like a complete idiot, proud that he managed to make that much sense with his brain doing the confused thing right now, and suddenly worried that he’s obvious and he didn’t even know it, considering he’s just figured it out now.
”Don’t worry.” Orlando reassures him. “He didn’t see you checking him out. Don’t know how, actually, you were pretty much ogling him and drooling about an inch from his lap.” Viggo pinches his arm lightly. “That hurts, filthy human.”
”Be good, elf-boy.” Viggo replies against his ear, low and warning. Orlando cranes his neck back.
”If I’m bad, will you punish me?” He murmurs against Viggo’s mouth. Viggo’s lips curve into a smirk and he breathes softly against Orlando’s mouth.
”Yes…but not in the way you’d like.” Viggo whispers back, his lips hovering only a millimeter from Orlando’s for the longest second. Orlando leans in and Viggo pulls back, leaving Orlando to half slide into his lap.
”Fuck.” Orlando says from his new location. “Thanks a lot.” But he sits up again and looks at Viggo out of the corner of his eye. Billy can see love in his eyes and a wicked glint, and he knows that Orlando will be paying Viggo back for that. “And I’ve noticed that you’ve always looked at him differently than the others. Just wondered when you were going to figure it out.”
”I was-erhm-I mean-oh-“ and Billy knows he’s not going to get better at denying so instead he says, “Does he know?”
Orlando shakes his head. “Doubt it. Don’t see how he couldn’t notice, but he hasn’t, I don’t think. But-ah, shit.” He stops abruptly and Billy glances to his left.
Dom has returned and as he slides back into his seat, he says happily, “Billy.”
Billy looks at him. “Dommie.”
Dom nods, as if having found the correct answer. Then he finishes his beer. “I say we all turn in so that we don’t look like we’re auditioning for the next ‘Night of the Living Dead’.” And with that he repeats, “Billy.” His voice is much more solemn.
Billy continues to stare at him, becoming more confused by Dom. “Dom.” He reiterates. He feels like a parrot.
Dom nods again, his eyes still locked on Billy’s. “There’s madness behind my reason.” He says. Billy groans at his joke.
”You don’t have reason to begin with, Dommie.” He mutters, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He feels a light brush of lips on skin and realizes that Dom has kissed his nose.
Orlando is biting his lip, swallowing snickers that would emerge if Viggo was not whispering in his ear again, warning him. Elijah’s eyes are laughing as well and he winks at Billy, mouthing, “Lucky you.”
Billy frowns at him, watching as Dom leaves, still saying Look over here all the while.
”So.” Orlando manages to get that far as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip, then promptly sprays the table as he cannot hold it back any longer and cracks up. Beside him, Elijah has also dissolved into laughter and only Viggo is holding out a straight face, although Billy suspects that once he leaves, that will change.
Billy touches his nose slowly. “Yea, I think I’ll be leaving now too.” He says to the still laughing duo and the ever police third who nods at him.
As Billy steps outside, he glances about and there is Dom, still saying Look over here and leaning against a bench about ten feet away. Billy walks to him. “You going too?” Dom asks.
”Yeh.” Billy replies and Dom grins.
”Right then. See you around.” Dom tells him. “Oh, and Billy?”
”Dom?” Billy asks for the third time in five minutes.
”Billy.” Dom agrees. Although a fluorescent light burns above them and throws shadows in odd angles across his face and casts a yellow glow to him and although he is slightly inebriated and disheveled, Billy still finds himself noting that Dom is looking incredibly good and this is not a wonderful situation to be in, alone with Dom. “Well, see you around.”
”Hey, wait, what’s the madness behind your reason?” Billy asks suddenly.
”You’ll find out. Eventually.” Dom laughs over his shoulder as he disappears into the crowd. His presence still lingers with Billy and Billy watches nothing under the dark night sky and notices he is smiling.
This is the first day of being in love with Dom. He understands finally.
Title: Day Two
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Fandom: LotR RPS
Theme: #2, News, letter
Summary: Little notes start to make their way to Billy and Dom all throughout the day.
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food- Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.
Archive: If you think it’s good enough, let me know at jiradamister@writing.com and archive away!
Billy opens his eyes to find the post-it note plastered to his forehead and takes it off. Good morning.He sits now, staring at it. Scrawled in Dom’s handwriting, it’s a good wake-up. So apparently Dom stopped by. Which means-
”Shit!” Billy sits upright. “What time is it?”
”Go back to bed.”
Billy turned his head to see Dom next to him. “Wha-“ He managed to say before realizing that Dom that Dom was in bed with him. “How-“ He still wasn’t doing the think thing. Then he remembered what he’d gotten up for. What time is it?”
”I don’t know. But when I was ever so rudely woken up by Peter telling me that it was supposed to storm like mad and we weren’t going to shoot until possibly later this afternoon, I told him that I’d tell you and save you the exasperation of wanting to kill him too.” Dom explains. Billy cranes his neck to look past Dom and sees the clock reads seven after five.
”And you felt the need to put this on my head?” Billy asks, exhausted and well too aware of the fact that Dom is lying in his bed, in his fucking bed, and it’s suddenly completely different to him. His body is reacting in ways that it never did before. Oh boy.
Dom leans over and kisses his forehead where the post-it was. “Go back to bed, Bills.”
Billy lies there, and although they have done it countless times before, having Dom sleeping in his bed is definitely affecting him. He would get up, but Dom would doubtlessly see the issue he was having through his flannel pants.
So he lies there, listening to Dom’s breathing, the way it was steady and slow, and it lulls him into his own sleep, filled with hazy dreams of touching and closeness that drive him mad and yet fill him with pleasure.
~~~
When he wakes up about three hours later, Dom is up and he can hear him in the kitchen. Billy yawns and feels something sticky on his forehead. “Not again.” He mutters, peeling off another note.
Breakfast for you when you’re ready.
Billy stretches out, lying in bed and enjoying the feel of sleeping in. Then he rolls out of bed and pads into the kitchen, seeing Dom is cooking breakfast, as promised. Dom glances over and smiles and Billy wants to hug him and kiss his lips and see how soft they are.
Dom’s usually up for anything. He wonders if Dom would be up for kissing. And touching. Shagging would be nice, too. He shakes that thought from his head and walks up behind Dom to steal a piece of sausage and bite off the end. Dom turns suddenly and grabs his wrist and holds it inches above the sausage.
”Nope, wait, Billy.” He grins. Billy frowns at him, which only makes his tilt of his lips broader. Billy has trouble thinking of many times when Dom can’t smile. He pouts and tries to lean past Dom and get the food with straining fingers but Dom’s grip is firm.
He can smell Dom, and he knows that Dom recently showered because he smells like Billy’s shampoo and that’s a really good smell on Dom, Billy thinks. So he moves away and hunts down a post-it note from the drawer, wanting payback for waking up twice with the sticky paper on his forehead.
He scribbles down You smell like my shampoo, thief. Then he scribbles another note and ticks the first over it before walking over to Dom who is working on eggs now; Billy is lifting his shirt from behind and pushing the paper against his chest hard to make sure it stays. It is only after he drops the shirt that he lets the mental image of Dom’s shoulders and back muscles sear into his memory.
Dom raises an eyebrow at him as he pulls off the note. “Thanks, Bills, lost a few hairs with that. Stings a bit.” He scowls. He reads the first note. “Thief, indeed.” He says. “But a clean thief.” And then he reads the second. “But I smell nice.” He says, looking at Billy. “I’m glad you think so. Anyways, breakfast’ll be finished in about ten minutes. Mostly because I want pancakes.”
Billy shrugs. “Just be sure to replenish my shower supplies if you’re going to keep on stealing them. Make some pancakes for me.” He replies to Dom before going to the bathroom to shower quickly.
The shower releases some of the tensions that have arisen recently after discovering that he’s interested in Dom. By the time he gets out, he has a fairly good grip on the fact that Dom is no longer just a friend to him and he has figured out how to control his brain (he hopes) in situations that might otherwise be a bit iffy.
When he returns to the kitchen, feeling clean and logical finally, Dom is waiting for him. “You could have started.” Billy tells him, feeling pleased that he didn’t. It’s more couple-ish that he waited. Dom shrugs.
”I only finished a couple minutes ago and you have a microwave if it’s too cold for you.” He answers. He has already loaded his plate with pancakes and syrup, leaving the eggs and sausages for Billy. Billy makes his own plate, taking a couple pancakes.
”You don’t want one of my sausages?” He asks Dom. Dom, who has just taken a bite of his pancakes, starts to laugh and almost chokes. “Oh, for fucks sake, Dom, and you know I didn’t mean it like that!”
Dom ignores him, wiping at the slight dampness at the corners of his eyes, still chuckling in between bites. “No thanks, Bills.” And then he reaches over just as Billy is about to bite off the end of the sausage and steals the fork, bites off half of it, and returns the fork to a stunned Billy’s hand. “Thanks.”
Billy stares at him for a moment before finally eating what’s left of the remaining food on his fork. “You’re welcome.” He says after he swallows.
Their talk is light and easy, teasing back and forth about assorted things, discussing the day’s shoot, and plans for the next free day. After they finish, Billy does the dishes while Dom calls Peter to find out what’s going on.
As it turns out, they are shooting later that day. So for a few hours, Billy and Dom simply hang out and watch television before heading out to get makeup and feet and then salvage a few hours of daylight for filming. When they aren’t needed, Billy wanders over to Orlando and talk to him and the conversation turns to Viggo. Of course, Orlando proceeds to ask Billy about Dom and Billy has no idea what to say.
”Are you going to tell him how you feel?” Orlando asks. “Are you going to see if he likes you too? What are you going to do?”
Billy can only take so much of the questioning that he cannot answer and so he goes back to Dom, only to find out that Dom and he are needed on set. So he goes to join Elijah and Sean and finds Elijah looking at him with wide curious eyes. When they get a moment alone, Elijah whispers, “So what’s going on with Dom?”
”Christ, not you too!” Billy groans and then focuses on acting, not social drama. He also makes a mental note never to tell Elijah or Orlando anything.
By the time filming is finished for the day, he is more than ready to go home. So he heads back to the chairs to get his feet and makeup removed. But when he goes to sit, he sees another sticky note. He picks it up and reads it.
Elijah and Orlando are talking about something and I don’t know what. Do you?
He looks up at Dom a few feet away, who is looking back. He shakes his head. “Not a clue. But d`you want to get a movie and we’ll discuss it then?”
Dom nods agreeably and they settle into the process that is the ending of the day and the switching from Merry and Pippin to Dom and Billy. They head back to Billy’s place after grabbing a movie and Billy settles into the comfort of his couch. Halfway through the movie, he notices that Dom has something poking out of his shirt. “Dom, your tag’s sticking out of your shirt.” He says.
Dom stretches to reach. “I can’t get it. You do it, okay?”
Billy knows Dom is lying. But he leans over and goes to push the tag in, muttering, “Lazy.” He stops when he realizes that it is not a tag but a folded up post-it. “Where are you hiding the bloody things?” He asks as he unfolds it.
Billy.
He raises an eyebrow. This cannot be a continuation of yesterdays- Dom is looking at him, waiting. He stares back, reaching for a pencil and scribbling down Dom? on the sticky note. Dom nods happily and leans against the arm of the couch, returning to the movie.
Billy eyes him for a moment and then gets up to go to the bathroom. He also makes a stop to his bedroom, putting the post-it on his wall. Just a little reminder of Dom when he’s feeling a bit sad. He notes that he has the starts of a Dom wall with a couple pictures that he put up last night and now the post it. He wonders what it will look like in a month.
He returns to the couch and Dom leans against him as he sits down. “You make a good pillow.” He mumbles. “Your wife’ll be lucky. And your kids.”
Billy glances at him. “What?”
”Nothing.” Dom answers, settling more firmly against him. Billy moves his arm so that Dom is not digging into his ribs and hears Dom sigh. “You ever think that it could only be us that does this?”
”What?” Billy asks again.
”Just you and me. I mean, how many other people could you do this with and not feel at all uncomfortable?” Dom tilts his head back. Billy shakes his head. “None, right?”
”Right, Dommie. Now, be quiet and watch the movie.” He says gently. He can’t talk about this right now. It’s just painful to him. He needs time to figure out how Dom feels and if he has a shot in hell. But he drapes his arm over Dom’s shoulder just the same and feels Dom relax against him.
The night passes calmly, not much talking, and Dom seems to understand that Billy is sad. He finally turns and says, “What’s up, Billy?” Billy looks at him and shrugs.
”Dunno, just kind of out of it today.” He answers.
Dom stares at him. “You’re lying.” He mutters before getting up and storming out of the room. “And you’ve been lying to me all day. You know what Orlando and Elijah are talking about.”
Billy lets him leave, unable to stop him and not sure what he wants to think. It almost seems like Dom is being more than friendly with him and at the same time, he questions it. It is Dom, after all. When he goes to find Dom a few minutes later, he finds him lying on Billy’s bed.
”Go away. I don’t want to hear what you have to say. If you can’t talk to me about problems, then I won’t talk to you about mine. Or a problem about us.” He says. “Leave me in the dark, and I’ll do the same to you.”
”Dommie.” Billy whispers. He sits on the bed. “I’m sorry. But I can’t talk about it yet. Not even to myself. I wouldn’t leave you out of it otherwise.”
”What about Orlando and Elijah?” Dom asks. “You know what they’re talking about. I saw it in your eyes when you were talking to them and when you answered me earlier.” He turns to stare at Billy with accusing eyes.
”It’s part of the problem and they don’t even know it.” Billy says. It’s the truth and it’s not exactly giving away anything to Dom. If he said, “I can’t talk about that either”, then Dom would know that it was about him, or somehow involving him. So this was the best way to say it.
Dom stares at him. “You won’t tell me anything more, will you.” He was saying it mostly to himself but Billy answers anyways.
”I will. But not now. Just don’t hate me, Dom. Don’t get mad at me. I wish I could tell you. Come here.” And he holds out his arms, asking for a hug more than offering one, and Dom sighs and sits up and gives him one, squeezing tightly.
”You put the post-it up.” Dom says. Billy nods. “Why?”
”So when I’m depressed, I can smile.” Billy answers. Dom seems satisfied with that answer and he holds onto Billy for a moment longer. “Are we okay?”
Dom smiles. “Yea, we’re fine. Don’t worry about it. Just give me a few more hours to sulk that I don’t get to know and I’ll be fine.” He isn’t as hurt anymore, Billy can tell, and he leaves to stop the movie and turn off the television. Dom passes him to go home, and Billy wonders how forgiven he is if Dom is already leaving. Dom says before he leaves, “See you in the morning, Billy. Get some sleep, because Peter’s going to be running us hard after missing part of today’s shooting.”
Billy nods and goes back on lie down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. There are several post-its. “Dom.” He groans as he gets up. Billy, sorry for confusing you. I’m not mad at you. But this is more fun, right?
He shakes his head. “So he did know I’d be upset.” He reads the next. I’ll be here for when you’re ready to talk about whatever it is, no matter what it’s about. Billy moves to the third one. I hope I make you smile now, because I’m guessing you’re a little sad.
He does smile at this. He returns to his pillows. He’ll leave the post-its there. They’re more special that way. He picks up the phone and dials Dom’s cell. “You did, Dommie. You did. Thanks.” He says as Dom answers, and then hangs up.
He knows Dom is smiling slightly too as he drives home.
Title: Day Three
Author: Sonata Night
Rating:
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Fandom: LotR RPS
Theme: #3, Jolt
Summary: Billy is surprised by Dom.
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food- Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.
Archive: If you think it’s good enough, let me know at jiradamister@writing.com and archive away!
Dom was right about one thing, Billy thinks. Peter is working us hard today. Not that Billy hadn’t expected it. But it meant that he was going to be too tired to really enjoy himself when they went out.
Dom, on the other hand, was still going strong on energy and it had been one of the roughest shooting days so far. Billy had come in ready to apologize to Dom again if necessary. Dom had slung an arm around his shoulder as soon as he’d seen Billy and practically shouted good morning directly into Billy’s ear.
Orlando is sitting next to him, quiet. He hasn’t brought up Dom yet. Billy knows he’s trying not to, but he wants to. Billy finally speaks up to him. “Go ahead. Say what you want.” He’s tired, but Dom isn’t around and he doesn’t have to worry about the man hearing him.
Orlando tilts his head back to look over his shoulder rather than turn around. “Have you figured out anything? What to do?” His brown eyes are honestly concerned, and Billy is surprised.
”Not yet, no.” Billy shakes his head. “He knows something’s up and he cornered me on it. I told him nothing was up, he got mad at me, and I told him that I was sorry but I couldn’t tell him right now. And that you and Elijah are part of the problem.”
”We are?” Orlando looks upset to hear this; Billy is quick to amend himself.
”No, not a lot. It’s just that you question me and I don’t know what to say or do. I’m still trying to figure out what to do with Dom myself.” Billy answers gently. Orlando nods. “So just let Elijah to know to calm down a bit, y`know?” He turns back to Dom, watching him move.
”That would take a miracle or a few elephant tranquilizers.” Orlando says quietly as Elijah passes and the two of them stifle snickers until he is a fair distance away. “No, but good luck figuring it out. Honestly, I’d say he’s worth a shot.”
Billy looks at Orlando in surprise. “Why?” He asks. Orlando’s eyes have that bright, devilish, “I know something you don’t know” shine to them. “What aren’t you telling me?” He queries, his voice soft.
Orlando shrugs. “Just…ever since you two met, watching you has always been entertaining. You two have something special where you get each other and I wonder if he might not feel the same way. You should go find out.”
Billy snorts. “And if he doesn’t, then I’ve ruined a perfectly good friendship?” He asks. Orlando winces. “Yes, that’s the other part of it that we both know about.”
Orlando doesn’t say anything else for a few more minutes and then just as Billy is about to leave, he says softly, “Good luck.” Like he knows something that Billy doesn’t know. Like he knows what Billy is going to do before Billy does.
Billy is so jolted that he forgets his first line, earning a “Been smoking too much pipeweed, Pip?” from Dom and an annoyed look from Peter.
~~~
Look around your world, pretty baby, is it everything you hoped it’d be
Billy is dancing with Dom, much to his surprise. Dom had grabbed him and hauled him onto the dance floor before he could protest, not that he would have been able to put up much of a stand. He was too tired from the day, and the idea of Dom and him dancing was not all that bad of an idea. He’d contemplated not coming from how tired he was, but this was definitely good.
The wrong guy, the wrong situation, the right time to roll to me, roll to me
So now there is some song that Dom is bouncing to and Billy is watching him, laughing slightly and trying to figure out where Dom is getting all this energy. He decides to ask.
”How are you able to keep yourself up?” He shouts to Dom. Dom turns to look at him with shining eyes, oddly reminiscent of the kind of shine that was in Orlando’s earlier.
”I don’t know. I’m just full of energy!” He shouts back. “So, I’m out here burning it off. How is it that you’re able to keep yourself up, since you look about ready to pass out?”
And look into your heart, is it aching with some aimless need
Billy shrugs. “I guess that I know you’ll catch me, right?” He means it as a joke, but it comes out a bit too serious for his liking. Dom pauses for a moment, also hearing it, but it doesn’t faze him and he nods.
”Right, Bills!” He says. Orlando is nearby with Viggo, and they’re nearly shagging on the dance floor. Billy looks away because that triggers thoughts of shagging Dom on the dance floor and he doesn’t need those thoughts screwing with his head.
Is there something wrong and you can’t put your finger on it, right then, roll to me
He pulls back from Dom and says something stupid. “I want to tell you something.” Because as soon as he says it, he knows that his mouth is running away from him and he can’t catch it. He doesn’t want to say what is going to be said, but he’s going to.
Dom, who has been dancing with his arms in the air and his hips lightly brushing up against Billy’s, lowers his arms and stops with the pelvic swaying. “D`you wanna sit down? Is it something important? Should we go outside?”
”Outside…outside would be … good, I think.” Billy says. If he’s going to do this and screw it up, at least let him screw it up right.
So he follows Dom outside and Dom waits for him patiently as Billy finally catches up to his brain. He can’t very well drag Dom outside for absolutely nothing. And then his brain takes off again, full of rambling thoughts that won’t slow down. His skin is burning but it’s cold outside.
”Christ, Dom, I’m sorry for all of this.” He says as an opening line. Oh, that’s wonderful, Bills. Scare him right away. His mind shouts. The music is still playing and he can hear it from the inside of the building faintly.
Dom glances at him. “Are you okay, Billy? What’s going on?” His eyes, that pleasant mixture of grey and blue that Billy has never been quite able to pinpoint down, search Billy’s. Billy feels that little shiver run through him.
”Yea. It’s just…y`know how I couldn’t tell you want was going on and everything with Elijah and Orlando and I don’t want you to hate me but then Orlando started saying something about our getting each other and I don’t know if he’s right or not and apparently he knows what I’m going to do and that’s why he told me good luck and now I’m telling you and making a fool of myself.” Billy rushes through his words and finally manages to inhale, feeling his abused lungs recover.
Dom raises an eyebrow. “You’re not making a fool of yourself, you’re just babbling nonsense. You can’t make a fool of yourself unless there’s someone else around, too, because I’ve seen you at your worst, Billy.” His entire face lights up with his laugh and Billy sighs. “Billy?”
”Dom?” Dom is silent and Billy realizes that he is calmer. “Oh. Thanks.” He mumbles, pink staining his cheeks. Dom looks at him expectantly. “Okay, let’s try that again.”
He tries to figure out where to start. “Three days ago.”
”Three days ago.” Dom nods. “More logical. You started acting weird three days ago. Alright, continue.”
Billy steels himself. “Three days ago, I started to think about you in a … not exactly friendly manner. And now I’m not sure what to do. And I don’t think I should be telling you.”
”Not friendly in which sense, Billy?” Dom’s face is much more serious now and Billy begins to worry about what he’s done.
”Not friendly as in the ‘He’s cute, I’d shag him, I’d like to hold him and be with him for a long time’ sort of fashion?” Billy’s voice squeaks out. Squeaks. He’s lost his voice because his throat is constricting. He coughs, swallows after producing a minuscule amount of saliva in his now cotton-dry mouth, and coughs again. Then he tries to speak up. “And Orlando figured it out and proceeded to bring it up with Elijah and Viggo nearby. Viggo, thankfully, is not teasing me and pestering me about you nonstop, but Elijah and Orli are and I couldn’t tell you that and I was worried that you’d hate me. And then yesterday when you got mad at me, I didn’t want you to hate me for not telling you but I was afraid you’d hate me if I did so I didn’t know what to do so I sort of compromised and lied while telling the truth.”
Dom is not talking. Dom is simply staring. His eyes are now dark, still that grey-blue that can’t be pinpointed. But they are dark, darker than Billy’s ever seen them, and he’s more frightened than ever that Dom hates him. Dom lets out a slow sigh. “Fuck!” He finally says.
It is Billy’s turn to be silent and listen as Dom suddenly turns on him. “And you didn’t fucking say a word? Don’t you think I’d have rather known than think it was something I was doing? I mean, yes I can see it was something I was doing, but that was because I was being myself and that was what it was. I mean, at least I’d understand why you were acting so weird! Jesus, Billy, did you really think that? Billy?” He glares at Billy.
”Dom.” Billy whispers. He takes a step away. He is pleading for Dom to forgive him without ever speaking and Dom is just staring at him. But now that he’s admitted exactly how he feels about Dom, that’s also there in his eyes.
”Billy.” Dom has taken a step forward to match Billy, and now he takes another step, longer and faster, pinning Billy against the wall. “You honestly thought that I’d hate you. And you never fucking noticed.” His laugh is harsh but surprised. As Billy takes in the thought that perhaps Dom doesn’t hate him, Dom leans in to kiss him.
Billy is so surprised that all other thoughts fly out of his head, abandoned and uncared for, as this single one starts to repeat. Kissing, kissing and it’s Dom, kissing.
”What-“He mumbles as Dom pulls away.
”Billy.” Dom murmurs against his ear before disappearing back into the club. And Billy is left outside.
”Dom.” He says. Suddenly he’s just as confused as before. And he can’t face Dom right now. Not after this; he’s too embarrassed, scared, and confused to try to understand tonight. So he calls Orlando, leaving him a message of, “I’m never listening to you again. I’ll see you on set tomorrow, and make sure Dom doesn’t do something stupid.” Well, that’s a nice version, as the real version is interlaced with furious curses, and not all are in English.
He gets home and lies down on his bed and tries to figure out what exactly has happened. After three hours, he gives up and instead, submits himself to a lack of sleep and a confused, depressed pressure on his heart.
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*smacks you upside the head*
*kisses it better*
THIS. IS. REALLY. REALLY. GOOD.
(I especially loved Billy's *moment* of realization and his whole thought process during it.)
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Dom's absolutely mad to write but Billy's always brilliant too because I can really get a more deeper side going. Plus Billy tends to have a sadder side to him that Dom only has sometimes. So it seems to even out.
... I'm rambling, seeing as it's rather late at night and I Should Go To Bed.
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Also, I love how Dom knew that something was up with Billy.
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See, they're gonna get together before the week is up. Then the rest of the month is dedicated to just their relationship and the insanity of a month in the Fellowship.
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You embarrass me!!!
Don't worry, I will be writing more, I promise!
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