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fellowshippers2002-07-14 08:31 pm
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DomBilly fic
Title: To Get To You
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darkie
Pairing: Billy Boyd / Dominic Monaghan
Rating: R
Summary: Billy really needs to see Dominic.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: This is fiction. The guys have no idea of what I'm writing about them. This is entertainment for which I don't get paid. As if.
Author's Notes: The song is Cyndi Lauper's "I Drove All Night" which I absolutely adore. Had to write a little fic inspired by the chorus. These guys kindly went along with my plan :)
Thanks: To Empy for beta'ing, as always :) And for naming this fic. I'm also glad to be the father of your very strange babies possibly to come :)
To Get To You
[I drove all night to get to you]
Billy was feeling tired when he seated himself behind the wheel, turned the key, and started the engine. He had to do it. He had to go and see Dominic. They had been apart for three weeks now and Billy had started to miss the guy more than he thought was even possible.
Damn. It was just Dominic. A cute guy he had got to liking. Why was Billy suddenly all dependent on Dominic and his presence? Why did he have to look at Dominic's picture every day to prevent himself from going mad? It wasn't healthy anymore. It couldn't have been. He was possessed. He refused to admit he might be in love.
But, whichever it was, it felt nice. Dominic Monaghan. Nice to look at, fun to be with. And in the bedroom... Billy pushed the gas pedal more than was legal. He had to see Dominic. Now.
After a few hours he was at Dominic's front door. Whatever tiredness Billy had experienced earlier it was gone now. He knew exactly what he wanted, and it wasn't sleep. He rang the doorbell and waited.
* * *
[Is that alright?]
Dominic didn't answer the door. He was asleep, of course. Just like every man and woman with common sense. It was almost five in the morning. The mailman was probably the only one up. But Billy knew where Dominic kept the spare key.
He searched for the key, found it, and opened the door that luckily creaked only a little. He stepped in, closed the door behind him, and took off his coat and shoes. He took a deep breath.
"I hope you don't mind my being here," he thought. "I had to come. It's been too long."
* * *
[I drove all night]
Billy looked out through the living-room window and saw that the sun was starting to rise. It had taken him all night to get to Dominic's place. Now that he was there, he couldn't explain to himself why he hadn't done it earlier. What had he been waiting for?
He turned away from the window and was now looking at the door across the hallway. Dominic's bedroom. THE place to be. With a few silent steps he reached the door and put his hand on the doorknob.
* * *
[Crept in your room]
Billy opened the door and looked at Dominic who was fast asleep. He was curled up like a baby, hugging his pillow, mouth slightly open. He had kicked the blanket off onto the floor and the only thing keeping him warm was the bottoms of his flannel pyjamas. Billy's pyjamas, to be more precise. Billy had forgotten them the last time he was there.
Billy could feel something tightening in his chest. Dominic missed him. He wanted Billy to be close and when Billy himself wasn't there, the pyjamas were the next best thing. Billy took a few steps but stopped when Dominic suddenly turned to lie on his other side, dropping the pillow on the floor. Billy didn't want to wake him up just yet. He wanted to watch for a while.
* * *
[Woke you from your sleep]
When Dominic was at ease again, Billy walked closer, took the pillow, and sat down on the other side of the bed, in front of Dominic. The mattress lowered a bit but Dominic didn't notice anything. Billy put his hand on Dominic's head and started to stroke the hair lightly. The hair was messy and a bit over-grown but it didn't bother Billy at all. Left more for him to tousle whenever he wanted to annoy Dominic.
"We both know you love it, you just don't admit it," Billy thought to himself.
Dominic made a sound. He was waking up. Billy didn't let it stop him from what he was doing. His hand still in Dominic's hair he smiled at the sleepy young man who now opened his eyes.
"Morning. I drove all night to get me some of that pretty arse of yours. Then you go and spoil it all by wearing my pyjamas. And you've dropped this. And the blanket, for that matter."
Dominic rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on the person sitting beside him. After the realization came a small, shy smile.
"It's called 'making love', not 'getting some pretty arse.' You can be so rude sometimes."
* * *
[To make love to you]
Billy smacked Dominic with the pillow.
"Jesus, Billy! Are you sure you're not here to kill me?" Dominic couldn't help laughing as he ripped the pillow out of Billy's hands.
"Yes. So are you going to give me that pretty arse or aren't you?" Billy insisted, trying to hold back his laughter. He tousled the messy hair, and then let his fingertips slide along Dominic's face and neck so lightly Dominic started to get ticklish.
"Depends," Dominic answered, turning onto his back and adjusting the pillow back under his head. He stretched his whole body and let his arms fall onto the pillow. He looked down at his toes and started to wiggle them.
"On what?" Billy asked, voice much softer than it had been before.
"My pretty arse, as you so nicely put it, is covered with your pyjamas. Are you sure you like that much friction?"
On that note Billy jumped up from the bed, grabbed the waistband of Dominic's pyjamas, and started to tear them off so violently Dominic wriggled on the bed laughing, kicking Billy on the forehead with his knee.
"Ow! I want arse! Not knee! Arse, I tell you!" Billy played mad while holding his forehead.
Dominic lifted his hips and took off the pants himself. He sat up on the bed, legs crossed in front of him. Billy sat next to him, still holding his forehead.
"I think there'll be a bump. You violent little fucker."
"A fucker with a pretty arse. Which one is it? Want me to fuck you or will you do the honours?"
Billy turned his head so he was staring right into Dominic's eyes. The laughter wasn't there anymore. There was something else. This was what he had come here for.
"What about both?"
"Alright," Dominic answered absentmindedly only a moment before Billy was all over him, kissing him, lying on top of him, then under him, then next to him. The pillow fell back onto the floor but neither of them noticed it. Nor cared, really.
* * *
[Is that alright?]
Dominic's head was resting on Billy's arm as they lay there, on their backs, next to each other. Billy played with Dominic's hair. They had picked up the blanket that was now covering their naked bodies from waist down.
"Are you sure you don't mind my coming here like this?" Billy asked seriousness in his voice. "We haven't met in ages. I'm beginning to think you really want the distance."
Dominic raised his head, leaning it against his hand. He looked at Billy, the free hand playing with Billy's chest hair.
"Is that what you're thinking?"
"I said it, didn't I? Just tell me. Do you want to end this? Because if you do then I'll just get my things and leave you to sleep."
"Don't. I don't want you to leave. I don't want to end anything. I missed you. You of all people should know that."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Come here," Dominic assured him before he pulled the covers up and laid his arm over Billy's chest. Soon they both fell asleep.
* * *
[I drove all night]
It was way past noon when Dominic opened his eyes. His face was buried into Billy's neck while Billy's arm was protectively around him. Dominic hadn't slept so well in weeks. He tried to get up without waking Billy up but didn't succeed.
"Morning, boy with the pretty arse. Where you think you're going?"
"Someone has to make coffee. If it's not you then that doesn't leave much choice, does it?" Dominic answered as he stood up and started to search for his clothes.
"Mmm. Breakfast in bed. First I drive all night like a horny perv, which I probably am since I'm strangely attracted to a Dumbo-boy, and when I wake up I get coffee by the very same guy."
"Dumbo-boy? That's it. I'll show you 'breakfast in bed'," Dominic pretended to be angry and hurt. He put on his shirt and walked to the kitchen.
"You're mad at me. Aww. Come here and I'll make sure you bring the coffee AND croissants!" Billy yelled after him.
"Get your own coffee!" Dominic shouted back. "And we don't have croissants!"
Billy stayed in bed, thinking. "WE don't have croissants." We. Was it really a 'we' now?
He got up, put on his jeans and walked to the kitchen where Dominic was measuring the water. Billy sat at the table and watched Dominic who was looking for Billy's special mug which he had put somewhere in the cupboard. After he found it he put it on the table. Quick glance at Billy's tired being brought a thought to his head.
"You shouldn't drive like that. Takes hours and gets you tired."
"And what do you suppose we do about that? I have to see you, you know that. And you said you don't want to break up. Are you going to drive to my place the next time?"
Dominic sat down at the table in front of Billy and took him by the hands.
"Why should either one of us drive anywhere? I have room enough for two here. Move in with me."
Billy looked at the thumbs that were now caressing the backs of Billy's hands. He suddenly realized he hadn't come to Dominic for the sex. He wasn't possessed. He was just in love.
"You want your Dumbo-boy fancying perv here twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week? Are you serious?"
"Aren't I always?"
"Not really. But if you think you're up to it. My living here, that is. I warn you, though; I might wear out that pretty arse in no time. Don't hold me responsible."
"Not if I wear out yours first," Dominic answered, looking at Billy with a playful glint in his eyes. And they both knew the coffee was going to have to wait for a while longer. Billy had rent to pay.
* * *
The End
Author:
darkiePairing: Billy Boyd / Dominic Monaghan
Rating: R
Summary: Billy really needs to see Dominic.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: This is fiction. The guys have no idea of what I'm writing about them. This is entertainment for which I don't get paid. As if.
Author's Notes: The song is Cyndi Lauper's "I Drove All Night" which I absolutely adore. Had to write a little fic inspired by the chorus. These guys kindly went along with my plan :)
Thanks: To Empy for beta'ing, as always :) And for naming this fic. I'm also glad to be the father of your very strange babies possibly to come :)
To Get To You
[I drove all night to get to you]
Billy was feeling tired when he seated himself behind the wheel, turned the key, and started the engine. He had to do it. He had to go and see Dominic. They had been apart for three weeks now and Billy had started to miss the guy more than he thought was even possible.
Damn. It was just Dominic. A cute guy he had got to liking. Why was Billy suddenly all dependent on Dominic and his presence? Why did he have to look at Dominic's picture every day to prevent himself from going mad? It wasn't healthy anymore. It couldn't have been. He was possessed. He refused to admit he might be in love.
But, whichever it was, it felt nice. Dominic Monaghan. Nice to look at, fun to be with. And in the bedroom... Billy pushed the gas pedal more than was legal. He had to see Dominic. Now.
After a few hours he was at Dominic's front door. Whatever tiredness Billy had experienced earlier it was gone now. He knew exactly what he wanted, and it wasn't sleep. He rang the doorbell and waited.
* * *
[Is that alright?]
Dominic didn't answer the door. He was asleep, of course. Just like every man and woman with common sense. It was almost five in the morning. The mailman was probably the only one up. But Billy knew where Dominic kept the spare key.
He searched for the key, found it, and opened the door that luckily creaked only a little. He stepped in, closed the door behind him, and took off his coat and shoes. He took a deep breath.
"I hope you don't mind my being here," he thought. "I had to come. It's been too long."
* * *
[I drove all night]
Billy looked out through the living-room window and saw that the sun was starting to rise. It had taken him all night to get to Dominic's place. Now that he was there, he couldn't explain to himself why he hadn't done it earlier. What had he been waiting for?
He turned away from the window and was now looking at the door across the hallway. Dominic's bedroom. THE place to be. With a few silent steps he reached the door and put his hand on the doorknob.
* * *
[Crept in your room]
Billy opened the door and looked at Dominic who was fast asleep. He was curled up like a baby, hugging his pillow, mouth slightly open. He had kicked the blanket off onto the floor and the only thing keeping him warm was the bottoms of his flannel pyjamas. Billy's pyjamas, to be more precise. Billy had forgotten them the last time he was there.
Billy could feel something tightening in his chest. Dominic missed him. He wanted Billy to be close and when Billy himself wasn't there, the pyjamas were the next best thing. Billy took a few steps but stopped when Dominic suddenly turned to lie on his other side, dropping the pillow on the floor. Billy didn't want to wake him up just yet. He wanted to watch for a while.
* * *
[Woke you from your sleep]
When Dominic was at ease again, Billy walked closer, took the pillow, and sat down on the other side of the bed, in front of Dominic. The mattress lowered a bit but Dominic didn't notice anything. Billy put his hand on Dominic's head and started to stroke the hair lightly. The hair was messy and a bit over-grown but it didn't bother Billy at all. Left more for him to tousle whenever he wanted to annoy Dominic.
"We both know you love it, you just don't admit it," Billy thought to himself.
Dominic made a sound. He was waking up. Billy didn't let it stop him from what he was doing. His hand still in Dominic's hair he smiled at the sleepy young man who now opened his eyes.
"Morning. I drove all night to get me some of that pretty arse of yours. Then you go and spoil it all by wearing my pyjamas. And you've dropped this. And the blanket, for that matter."
Dominic rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on the person sitting beside him. After the realization came a small, shy smile.
"It's called 'making love', not 'getting some pretty arse.' You can be so rude sometimes."
* * *
[To make love to you]
Billy smacked Dominic with the pillow.
"Jesus, Billy! Are you sure you're not here to kill me?" Dominic couldn't help laughing as he ripped the pillow out of Billy's hands.
"Yes. So are you going to give me that pretty arse or aren't you?" Billy insisted, trying to hold back his laughter. He tousled the messy hair, and then let his fingertips slide along Dominic's face and neck so lightly Dominic started to get ticklish.
"Depends," Dominic answered, turning onto his back and adjusting the pillow back under his head. He stretched his whole body and let his arms fall onto the pillow. He looked down at his toes and started to wiggle them.
"On what?" Billy asked, voice much softer than it had been before.
"My pretty arse, as you so nicely put it, is covered with your pyjamas. Are you sure you like that much friction?"
On that note Billy jumped up from the bed, grabbed the waistband of Dominic's pyjamas, and started to tear them off so violently Dominic wriggled on the bed laughing, kicking Billy on the forehead with his knee.
"Ow! I want arse! Not knee! Arse, I tell you!" Billy played mad while holding his forehead.
Dominic lifted his hips and took off the pants himself. He sat up on the bed, legs crossed in front of him. Billy sat next to him, still holding his forehead.
"I think there'll be a bump. You violent little fucker."
"A fucker with a pretty arse. Which one is it? Want me to fuck you or will you do the honours?"
Billy turned his head so he was staring right into Dominic's eyes. The laughter wasn't there anymore. There was something else. This was what he had come here for.
"What about both?"
"Alright," Dominic answered absentmindedly only a moment before Billy was all over him, kissing him, lying on top of him, then under him, then next to him. The pillow fell back onto the floor but neither of them noticed it. Nor cared, really.
* * *
[Is that alright?]
Dominic's head was resting on Billy's arm as they lay there, on their backs, next to each other. Billy played with Dominic's hair. They had picked up the blanket that was now covering their naked bodies from waist down.
"Are you sure you don't mind my coming here like this?" Billy asked seriousness in his voice. "We haven't met in ages. I'm beginning to think you really want the distance."
Dominic raised his head, leaning it against his hand. He looked at Billy, the free hand playing with Billy's chest hair.
"Is that what you're thinking?"
"I said it, didn't I? Just tell me. Do you want to end this? Because if you do then I'll just get my things and leave you to sleep."
"Don't. I don't want you to leave. I don't want to end anything. I missed you. You of all people should know that."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Come here," Dominic assured him before he pulled the covers up and laid his arm over Billy's chest. Soon they both fell asleep.
* * *
[I drove all night]
It was way past noon when Dominic opened his eyes. His face was buried into Billy's neck while Billy's arm was protectively around him. Dominic hadn't slept so well in weeks. He tried to get up without waking Billy up but didn't succeed.
"Morning, boy with the pretty arse. Where you think you're going?"
"Someone has to make coffee. If it's not you then that doesn't leave much choice, does it?" Dominic answered as he stood up and started to search for his clothes.
"Mmm. Breakfast in bed. First I drive all night like a horny perv, which I probably am since I'm strangely attracted to a Dumbo-boy, and when I wake up I get coffee by the very same guy."
"Dumbo-boy? That's it. I'll show you 'breakfast in bed'," Dominic pretended to be angry and hurt. He put on his shirt and walked to the kitchen.
"You're mad at me. Aww. Come here and I'll make sure you bring the coffee AND croissants!" Billy yelled after him.
"Get your own coffee!" Dominic shouted back. "And we don't have croissants!"
Billy stayed in bed, thinking. "WE don't have croissants." We. Was it really a 'we' now?
He got up, put on his jeans and walked to the kitchen where Dominic was measuring the water. Billy sat at the table and watched Dominic who was looking for Billy's special mug which he had put somewhere in the cupboard. After he found it he put it on the table. Quick glance at Billy's tired being brought a thought to his head.
"You shouldn't drive like that. Takes hours and gets you tired."
"And what do you suppose we do about that? I have to see you, you know that. And you said you don't want to break up. Are you going to drive to my place the next time?"
Dominic sat down at the table in front of Billy and took him by the hands.
"Why should either one of us drive anywhere? I have room enough for two here. Move in with me."
Billy looked at the thumbs that were now caressing the backs of Billy's hands. He suddenly realized he hadn't come to Dominic for the sex. He wasn't possessed. He was just in love.
"You want your Dumbo-boy fancying perv here twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week? Are you serious?"
"Aren't I always?"
"Not really. But if you think you're up to it. My living here, that is. I warn you, though; I might wear out that pretty arse in no time. Don't hold me responsible."
"Not if I wear out yours first," Dominic answered, looking at Billy with a playful glint in his eyes. And they both knew the coffee was going to have to wait for a while longer. Billy had rent to pay.
* * *
The End