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ficlet: analogous
Title: Analogous
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thepsychicclam
Pairing: Dom/Billy, Dom/Elijah
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This never happened
Archive: My site, http://garden.expecto-patronum.net
Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre "parallel dialogue" challenge in 35 minutes.
Five empty glass mugs sat before him and three in front of Billy. Dom was pretty sure he was drunker than Billy, but that was okay because Billy was hardly ever drunk, just pleasantly tipsy. Dom thought it was because he was Scottish, born with Guiness in his blood.
“Another beer?” Dom slurred. He swayed slightly in his seat and Billy grabbed his shoulder.
“Think we’ve had enough.”
Dom nodded. Billy was always so smart. They had come to the pub earlier with Sean and Viggo, but they headed out early because Sean had to call Christine and Viggo was being all artsy and brooding. It was times like those that everyone just nodded their heads and let Viggo be Viggo. Without thinking, Dom continued to drain glasses of beer and ramble to Billy about different things.
“I don’t want to get up for feet ever again,” Dom told Billy pointedly. Billy just laughed and because Dom knew they’d only been filming for two months. It wouldn’t be over anytime soon.
“Why did I take this role?” Dom shouted. A few of the people near by shot him annoyed glances, and Billy handed him another beer to shut him up because Dom liked to ramble. Dom took the glass and scooted closer to him because it was easier to whisper when one was right next to someone’s ear.
“Smells good,” Dom whispered, almost too low for Billy to hear him. Dom stared at Billy’s neck as Billy turned his head. He couldn’t see Billy’s expression, just see the movement as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. And smell the scent that was distinctively Billy.
“I love you,” Dom whispered again. This time he did look up to see Billy’s expression.
“I know.”
Dom nodded in silent understanding and leaned back against the booth. Billy shifted uncomfortably and excused himself, andDom watched as Billy headed for the bathroom. He picked up his full glass of beer.
*
Dom sat cross-legged on the floor. Elijah was curled up in the chair above him, game controller in hand, yelling at the television. The car onscreen slid around the slick road before finally crashing into a wall and blowing up. Dom picked up the controller from where it landed after Elijah chunked it down in aggravation.
The room was eerily silent. The television blared some annoyingly electronic background music, but Dom didn’t hear it. All he heard was Elijah’s breathing, his own heartbeat resounding in his ears, and the lack of conversation.
Dinner had been pizza and beer, plopped on the couch watching some new action flick Elijah rented.
“Another beer?” Elijah got up and headed for the kitchen.
“Think we’ve had enough,” Dom shouted. Elijah instead returned with two Cokes and a handful of cookies. Dom grabbed a couple.
“Smells good,” Dom said, popping one into his mouth. The movie continued spreading explosions and gunfire across the screen. Elijah took a few minutes getting situated, finally resting his head on Dom’s shoulder, yawning loudly. Dom stretched an arm around him without thinking.
“I love you,” Elijah whispered. Dom tensed and the exploding car on television was forgotten. He looked down at Elijah, staring back up at him with wide, anxious eyes. He was speechless. His mind was blank.
“I know,” Elijah said, getting off the couch. He turned off the movie and nervously turned on a video game. He fell into the armchair while Dom remained silent.
Dom’s car slid off a mountain and he laid the control down on the floor. Elijah was still in the chair, watching him. He blushed slightly when Dom caught his eye.
Dom crawled over to the chair and grabbed Elijah’s ankles, pulling Elijah’s legs down onto the floor. He rose up as he scooted closer on his knees. Elijah’s lips parted and his breath was heavy as Dom placed his hands gently on Elijah’s thighs and leaned closer to him. Their lips were inches apart, and Dom could feel puffs of air from Elijah’s mouth on his face. The first touch of their lips was brief, just contact of flesh. Neither blinked. Dom pressed his lips against Elijah’s again, this time more confident and more sure. Dom knew too.
~Fin
Author:
thepsychicclamPairing: Dom/Billy, Dom/Elijah
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This never happened
Archive: My site, http://garden.expecto-patronum.net
Written for the
contrelamontre "parallel dialogue" challenge in 35 minutes.Five empty glass mugs sat before him and three in front of Billy. Dom was pretty sure he was drunker than Billy, but that was okay because Billy was hardly ever drunk, just pleasantly tipsy. Dom thought it was because he was Scottish, born with Guiness in his blood.
“Another beer?” Dom slurred. He swayed slightly in his seat and Billy grabbed his shoulder.
“Think we’ve had enough.”
Dom nodded. Billy was always so smart. They had come to the pub earlier with Sean and Viggo, but they headed out early because Sean had to call Christine and Viggo was being all artsy and brooding. It was times like those that everyone just nodded their heads and let Viggo be Viggo. Without thinking, Dom continued to drain glasses of beer and ramble to Billy about different things.
“I don’t want to get up for feet ever again,” Dom told Billy pointedly. Billy just laughed and because Dom knew they’d only been filming for two months. It wouldn’t be over anytime soon.
“Why did I take this role?” Dom shouted. A few of the people near by shot him annoyed glances, and Billy handed him another beer to shut him up because Dom liked to ramble. Dom took the glass and scooted closer to him because it was easier to whisper when one was right next to someone’s ear.
“Smells good,” Dom whispered, almost too low for Billy to hear him. Dom stared at Billy’s neck as Billy turned his head. He couldn’t see Billy’s expression, just see the movement as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. And smell the scent that was distinctively Billy.
“I love you,” Dom whispered again. This time he did look up to see Billy’s expression.
“I know.”
Dom nodded in silent understanding and leaned back against the booth. Billy shifted uncomfortably and excused himself, andDom watched as Billy headed for the bathroom. He picked up his full glass of beer.
*
Dom sat cross-legged on the floor. Elijah was curled up in the chair above him, game controller in hand, yelling at the television. The car onscreen slid around the slick road before finally crashing into a wall and blowing up. Dom picked up the controller from where it landed after Elijah chunked it down in aggravation.
The room was eerily silent. The television blared some annoyingly electronic background music, but Dom didn’t hear it. All he heard was Elijah’s breathing, his own heartbeat resounding in his ears, and the lack of conversation.
Dinner had been pizza and beer, plopped on the couch watching some new action flick Elijah rented.
“Another beer?” Elijah got up and headed for the kitchen.
“Think we’ve had enough,” Dom shouted. Elijah instead returned with two Cokes and a handful of cookies. Dom grabbed a couple.
“Smells good,” Dom said, popping one into his mouth. The movie continued spreading explosions and gunfire across the screen. Elijah took a few minutes getting situated, finally resting his head on Dom’s shoulder, yawning loudly. Dom stretched an arm around him without thinking.
“I love you,” Elijah whispered. Dom tensed and the exploding car on television was forgotten. He looked down at Elijah, staring back up at him with wide, anxious eyes. He was speechless. His mind was blank.
“I know,” Elijah said, getting off the couch. He turned off the movie and nervously turned on a video game. He fell into the armchair while Dom remained silent.
Dom’s car slid off a mountain and he laid the control down on the floor. Elijah was still in the chair, watching him. He blushed slightly when Dom caught his eye.
Dom crawled over to the chair and grabbed Elijah’s ankles, pulling Elijah’s legs down onto the floor. He rose up as he scooted closer on his knees. Elijah’s lips parted and his breath was heavy as Dom placed his hands gently on Elijah’s thighs and leaned closer to him. Their lips were inches apart, and Dom could feel puffs of air from Elijah’s mouth on his face. The first touch of their lips was brief, just contact of flesh. Neither blinked. Dom pressed his lips against Elijah’s again, this time more confident and more sure. Dom knew too.
~Fin