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Title: Kisses
Author: Botticelli Angel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angelbotticelli)
Fandom: LotR RPS
Pairing: MonaBoyd
Rating: PG
Summary: Ficlet: Billy thinks there is something very addictive about Dom's kisses. Not fluff (for a change!)
Disclaimer: I don't know them, I don't owe them, I make no claims. So there.
Authors Notes: First ficlet ever (so we can forgive that it's 8 words under), written all those weeks ago when I was on holiday - this one was written in Spain in 38 degree heat, so please forgive it-, and have been to lazy to type up and post.
~*~
Billy thinks there’s something different about Dom’s kisses. Something addictive, very addictive.
Billy knows he’s not supposed to be addicted to Dom’s kisses. Especially not after just one. Especially after just one that meant nothing. Well, nothing to everyone but him. Billy had a sneaking suspicion that it meant a little more to him.
Which was a problem.
A very big problem indeed.
~
It was a game of spin the bottle, a very drunken game of spin the bottle. There had been beer, which had been just fine, and then there had been tequila, which had not been fine. It had left them all extremely rat-arsed. Then some one had suggested spin the bottle. Billy couldn’t remember who, but had a sneaking suspicion that it had been Elijah. The cheeky little bastard had been the drunkest of all four of them: Elijah, Dom, Billy and Orlando. No one of them had been sober enough to say no, they were all friends, right? Nothing more. No secret crushes pushed deep into subconscious’s. No, of course not.
Most of the game was a haze, vague memories of lips and the occasional tongue. The feeling of cradle snatching as Lij crawled over to him and the scent of gel from Orlando’s mohawk floated through his thoughts. But there was nothing vague about Dom’s kiss, that was far more vivid then Billy would have liked. Billy feared it would forever be burned into his memory, haunting him, taunting and tempting him.
Tempting him to something he couldn’t have.
He was never drinking tequila again. Ever.
Tequila. Dom had tasted of tequila.
Billy shook his head trying to banish the memory, push it back into the recesses, but it refused to go. The feel of Dom’s lips, the scratch of stubble, the taste of tequila, beer and the slightest hint of mouthwash. The familiar smell of Dom’s cologne, but closer, stronger than normal, the pressure of long fingers at the nape, holding him close. Like he needed to be held there, he was more than willing to stay right there. Kissing Dom. The gentle nudging of Dom’s tongue at his lips flooded back, impossible to forget. Lips parting willingly as their bodies pressed together, moulding, fitting together as hands groped. Drunken cheers rang in Billy’s ears, but as Dom’s hot tongue had moved against his, he hadn’t cared.
Breathing had stopped being important to Billy as the kiss had gone on. Longer, stronger, bolder. The feel and taste of Dom, tongue, mouth, teeth, lips, was addictive and when they broke apart Billy had wanted more.
But it had been a game. The bottle had been spun again and as Lij crawled over, everything blurred again. Billy wished he could blur Dom’s kiss, forget the heat and need.
But it sat, lurking in his mind every time he saw Dom, the wanting and yearning. Unaware Dom was waiting, just waiting for Billy to finally kiss him again.
~*~
Author: Botticelli Angel (
angelbotticelli)Fandom: LotR RPS
Pairing: MonaBoyd
Rating: PG
Summary: Ficlet: Billy thinks there is something very addictive about Dom's kisses. Not fluff (for a change!)
Disclaimer: I don't know them, I don't owe them, I make no claims. So there.
Authors Notes: First ficlet ever (so we can forgive that it's 8 words under), written all those weeks ago when I was on holiday - this one was written in Spain in 38 degree heat, so please forgive it-, and have been to lazy to type up and post.
~*~
Billy thinks there’s something different about Dom’s kisses. Something addictive, very addictive.
Billy knows he’s not supposed to be addicted to Dom’s kisses. Especially not after just one. Especially after just one that meant nothing. Well, nothing to everyone but him. Billy had a sneaking suspicion that it meant a little more to him.
Which was a problem.
A very big problem indeed.
~
It was a game of spin the bottle, a very drunken game of spin the bottle. There had been beer, which had been just fine, and then there had been tequila, which had not been fine. It had left them all extremely rat-arsed. Then some one had suggested spin the bottle. Billy couldn’t remember who, but had a sneaking suspicion that it had been Elijah. The cheeky little bastard had been the drunkest of all four of them: Elijah, Dom, Billy and Orlando. No one of them had been sober enough to say no, they were all friends, right? Nothing more. No secret crushes pushed deep into subconscious’s. No, of course not.
Most of the game was a haze, vague memories of lips and the occasional tongue. The feeling of cradle snatching as Lij crawled over to him and the scent of gel from Orlando’s mohawk floated through his thoughts. But there was nothing vague about Dom’s kiss, that was far more vivid then Billy would have liked. Billy feared it would forever be burned into his memory, haunting him, taunting and tempting him.
Tempting him to something he couldn’t have.
He was never drinking tequila again. Ever.
Tequila. Dom had tasted of tequila.
Billy shook his head trying to banish the memory, push it back into the recesses, but it refused to go. The feel of Dom’s lips, the scratch of stubble, the taste of tequila, beer and the slightest hint of mouthwash. The familiar smell of Dom’s cologne, but closer, stronger than normal, the pressure of long fingers at the nape, holding him close. Like he needed to be held there, he was more than willing to stay right there. Kissing Dom. The gentle nudging of Dom’s tongue at his lips flooded back, impossible to forget. Lips parting willingly as their bodies pressed together, moulding, fitting together as hands groped. Drunken cheers rang in Billy’s ears, but as Dom’s hot tongue had moved against his, he hadn’t cared.
Breathing had stopped being important to Billy as the kiss had gone on. Longer, stronger, bolder. The feel and taste of Dom, tongue, mouth, teeth, lips, was addictive and when they broke apart Billy had wanted more.
But it had been a game. The bottle had been spun again and as Lij crawled over, everything blurred again. Billy wished he could blur Dom’s kiss, forget the heat and need.
But it sat, lurking in his mind every time he saw Dom, the wanting and yearning. Unaware Dom was waiting, just waiting for Billy to finally kiss him again.
~*~