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fellowshippers2003-09-02 03:54 pm
andrealyn) wrote in fellowshippers2003-09-02 03:54 pm
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Title: Waiting Game
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Dom waits while it rains.
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rorylie said she wanted Dom/Billy and loved. I hope this is up to par.
It was quite a dark and stormy night.
Torrential downpours, masses of thunder and the like. A heavy sheet of rain amassed and then released itself on the city of Glasgow, drenching everything in quite a good covering of wet. Dom managed to give one look out the window before a veritable barrage of rain pounded angrily at the glass: straight at him.
Billy is out there, was the sole thought that blessed his mind. A flight was supposed to be bringing the man back home, because Billy had promised he was coming back.
‘Simply to be with you,’ was what he had said.
Dom warmed at the very memory, and found himself unable to remain sitting any longer. He packed, he wandered, he began to wonder even what the possible delay could be. And briefly, a thought passed through his mind – unwelcome and thoroughly unwanted – what if Billy wasn’t coming home after all?
Silly that, Dom thought, it’s his home.
So all that meant was he would play a waiting game. He would have intense staring games with the audibly ticking clock and he would wear out the floor as he paced the planks the wooden slats had to offer. Friendly rhythms began to emerge as he paced for periods of five and ten minutes.
‘Me and only me? Not some second cousin and his neighbour’s sheep?’
‘Don’t be crazy Dom. I’ll be there if you’re willing to have me.’
The trees rocked back and forth with a terrible wind; rain invading the hidden labyrinths and dousing every last leaf quite thoroughly. Dom thought he heard the lock on the door turning. He dashed to the foyer to find utter stillness and the wooden branch of a tree scratching the window on the outside.
He paced himself back to the sitting room.
Then, he allowed himself to fall victim again to the droning rain, the bouts of noisy thunder and the rocks hurtling against the window in such an impatient manner that…
Wait, Dom paused, rocks against the window?
He grabbed an umbrella and dashed out to the porch to find Billy on the corner, drenched in the pouring rain, a vision of sopping manhood, with a handful of rocks in one hand and suitcases sitting in a pool of water beside him.
‘You wanker!’ Billy shouted atop the noisy rain. Dom ran into the street, uncaring that he was barefoot. ‘I knocked and you don’t answer. I throw stones…’
But Dom barrelling at him at top speed and surrounding him with a warm hug cut off whatever he meant to say next.
‘Billy!’ Dom delighted in the name.
‘I told you I’d come. Through snow, and sun, and rain,’ he raised his head to the crying heavens, beads of water rolling down his cheeks and neck and wetting his shirt even further.
‘I love you,’ Dom cheerfully replied as he shared his umbrella and led the man inside to the warmth where he could properly attend to him.
end
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Dom waits while it rains.
Notes:
rorylie said she wanted Dom/Billy and loved. I hope this is up to par.It was quite a dark and stormy night.
Torrential downpours, masses of thunder and the like. A heavy sheet of rain amassed and then released itself on the city of Glasgow, drenching everything in quite a good covering of wet. Dom managed to give one look out the window before a veritable barrage of rain pounded angrily at the glass: straight at him.
Billy is out there, was the sole thought that blessed his mind. A flight was supposed to be bringing the man back home, because Billy had promised he was coming back.
‘Simply to be with you,’ was what he had said.
Dom warmed at the very memory, and found himself unable to remain sitting any longer. He packed, he wandered, he began to wonder even what the possible delay could be. And briefly, a thought passed through his mind – unwelcome and thoroughly unwanted – what if Billy wasn’t coming home after all?
Silly that, Dom thought, it’s his home.
So all that meant was he would play a waiting game. He would have intense staring games with the audibly ticking clock and he would wear out the floor as he paced the planks the wooden slats had to offer. Friendly rhythms began to emerge as he paced for periods of five and ten minutes.
‘Me and only me? Not some second cousin and his neighbour’s sheep?’
‘Don’t be crazy Dom. I’ll be there if you’re willing to have me.’
The trees rocked back and forth with a terrible wind; rain invading the hidden labyrinths and dousing every last leaf quite thoroughly. Dom thought he heard the lock on the door turning. He dashed to the foyer to find utter stillness and the wooden branch of a tree scratching the window on the outside.
He paced himself back to the sitting room.
Then, he allowed himself to fall victim again to the droning rain, the bouts of noisy thunder and the rocks hurtling against the window in such an impatient manner that…
Wait, Dom paused, rocks against the window?
He grabbed an umbrella and dashed out to the porch to find Billy on the corner, drenched in the pouring rain, a vision of sopping manhood, with a handful of rocks in one hand and suitcases sitting in a pool of water beside him.
‘You wanker!’ Billy shouted atop the noisy rain. Dom ran into the street, uncaring that he was barefoot. ‘I knocked and you don’t answer. I throw stones…’
But Dom barrelling at him at top speed and surrounding him with a warm hug cut off whatever he meant to say next.
‘Billy!’ Dom delighted in the name.
‘I told you I’d come. Through snow, and sun, and rain,’ he raised his head to the crying heavens, beads of water rolling down his cheeks and neck and wetting his shirt even further.
‘I love you,’ Dom cheerfully replied as he shared his umbrella and led the man inside to the warmth where he could properly attend to him.
end