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fellowshippers2003-09-05 03:11 pm
andrealyn) wrote in fellowshippers2003-09-05 03:11 pm
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Title: Fashion Sense
Pairing: light Dom/Billy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, but it should happen.
Summary: Billy has bad fashion sense.
Notes: Inspired by those pics from Camper.
“You know what they say about shoe sizes, don’t you Billy?”
Dom eyed the closet dubiously and cringed a little at all the monstrosities that sat within the square cubic space. He looked up and into the deep recesses that seemed to stretch on ever and ever. He turned around to find a very not amused Billy.
“What are we doing this for?” he demanded in a very flat, very tired voice.
Dom smirked and his eyes lit up with delight as he tugged at the hem of Billy’s shirt playfully, tugging him down and requesting his presence on the ground with him. Billy tumbled down to the ground and sat cross-legged beside Dom’s splayed legs all over the ground.
“Yes I do know,” Billy finally answered. “But why are we doing this?”
“I’m in a shoe mood,” Dom answered. “And you know what else they say, do you know what they say about ugly shirts that people wear too much?”
“I like this shirt,” Billy replied defensively.
“It’s a monstrosity,” Dom replied kindly and tugged at one of the buttons, using expert skills to tease it out of the hole and popped it undone. Billy’s eyes went wide as his hand covered his shirt in defence. “One day, someone is going to rip the bloody thing straight off your chest just to feed it to the dogs, burn it and send it to outer space. Maybe not in that order.”
“What’s wrong with the shirt?” Billy asked as Dom flattened out on his stomach and dove into the closet.
“It’s got stripes,” Dom tossed out a shoe over his shoulder.
“Stripes are classic,” Billy replied as he tucked the shoe away.
“And the stripes don’t all go in the same direction,” Dom said pointedly as he tossed out a second, matching shoe to accompany the one he had just previously tossed. Billy opened his mouth to reply and for a moment he found himself at a loss for words.
“What’s wrong with that?” he asked weakly.
“And Billy…” Dom laughed sympathetically as he took out a pair of pink and black shoes from the back. “The colours!” He tilted his head to the side in order to get a rough idea of the measurement of the shoe and smirked at his own private joke he told himself.
“Red is a striking and bold colour,” Billy nodded.
“Red, and white, and grey, and black,” Dom went on and teased another button open, this time getting a peek at some of Billy’s blonde chest hairs. Billy didn’t fight it as much as he did the first button as he began to dig out hideous pairs of shoes and toss them into a garbage bag.
“So, are you sure we get these free shoes because we went to the show?” Billy asked while tossing yellow flip-flops into the growing pile. Dom shrugged and turned his attention to the closet and from the deepest black, he found high-top sneakers.
“It doesn’t matter. I hate to break it to you Bills, but your sense of fashion seems to have died a decade or so ago,” Dom winced playfully and tugged yet another button open. Billy didn’t fight the action at all. The two of them scanned the closet completely for any other monsters of fashion and when they decided the rest were acceptable, the bag was pushed aside.
“Is it that bad?” Billy fingered the material of his favourite red shirt and asked Dom. “Honestly?”
“It’s that bad,” Dom shrugged.
“Well…”
“Well what?”
“It could be worse,” Billy offered. Dom’s face twisted up in extreme confusion and he tilted his head to the other side – a dare for Billy to keep speaking and indulge in exactly what could be worse than the red eyesore. “I could have Orlando’s fashion taste!”
“Billy,” Dom began, “if you wear that shirt one more time in public with me around, it will be so much worse than that.”
“That bad?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh.”
“I know Billy, it’s really that bad.”
“A favour then?”
“Anything.”
“Help me burn it?”
“Gladly.”
end
Pairing: light Dom/Billy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, but it should happen.
Summary: Billy has bad fashion sense.
Notes: Inspired by those pics from Camper.
“You know what they say about shoe sizes, don’t you Billy?”
Dom eyed the closet dubiously and cringed a little at all the monstrosities that sat within the square cubic space. He looked up and into the deep recesses that seemed to stretch on ever and ever. He turned around to find a very not amused Billy.
“What are we doing this for?” he demanded in a very flat, very tired voice.
Dom smirked and his eyes lit up with delight as he tugged at the hem of Billy’s shirt playfully, tugging him down and requesting his presence on the ground with him. Billy tumbled down to the ground and sat cross-legged beside Dom’s splayed legs all over the ground.
“Yes I do know,” Billy finally answered. “But why are we doing this?”
“I’m in a shoe mood,” Dom answered. “And you know what else they say, do you know what they say about ugly shirts that people wear too much?”
“I like this shirt,” Billy replied defensively.
“It’s a monstrosity,” Dom replied kindly and tugged at one of the buttons, using expert skills to tease it out of the hole and popped it undone. Billy’s eyes went wide as his hand covered his shirt in defence. “One day, someone is going to rip the bloody thing straight off your chest just to feed it to the dogs, burn it and send it to outer space. Maybe not in that order.”
“What’s wrong with the shirt?” Billy asked as Dom flattened out on his stomach and dove into the closet.
“It’s got stripes,” Dom tossed out a shoe over his shoulder.
“Stripes are classic,” Billy replied as he tucked the shoe away.
“And the stripes don’t all go in the same direction,” Dom said pointedly as he tossed out a second, matching shoe to accompany the one he had just previously tossed. Billy opened his mouth to reply and for a moment he found himself at a loss for words.
“What’s wrong with that?” he asked weakly.
“And Billy…” Dom laughed sympathetically as he took out a pair of pink and black shoes from the back. “The colours!” He tilted his head to the side in order to get a rough idea of the measurement of the shoe and smirked at his own private joke he told himself.
“Red is a striking and bold colour,” Billy nodded.
“Red, and white, and grey, and black,” Dom went on and teased another button open, this time getting a peek at some of Billy’s blonde chest hairs. Billy didn’t fight it as much as he did the first button as he began to dig out hideous pairs of shoes and toss them into a garbage bag.
“So, are you sure we get these free shoes because we went to the show?” Billy asked while tossing yellow flip-flops into the growing pile. Dom shrugged and turned his attention to the closet and from the deepest black, he found high-top sneakers.
“It doesn’t matter. I hate to break it to you Bills, but your sense of fashion seems to have died a decade or so ago,” Dom winced playfully and tugged yet another button open. Billy didn’t fight the action at all. The two of them scanned the closet completely for any other monsters of fashion and when they decided the rest were acceptable, the bag was pushed aside.
“Is it that bad?” Billy fingered the material of his favourite red shirt and asked Dom. “Honestly?”
“It’s that bad,” Dom shrugged.
“Well…”
“Well what?”
“It could be worse,” Billy offered. Dom’s face twisted up in extreme confusion and he tilted his head to the other side – a dare for Billy to keep speaking and indulge in exactly what could be worse than the red eyesore. “I could have Orlando’s fashion taste!”
“Billy,” Dom began, “if you wear that shirt one more time in public with me around, it will be so much worse than that.”
“That bad?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh.”
“I know Billy, it’s really that bad.”
“A favour then?”
“Anything.”
“Help me burn it?”
“Gladly.”
end
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