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Broken Pavement (Final Installment)
Broken Pavement 4/4
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autumnlecroix
Monaboyd
Rated R
Disclaimer: I intend no harm to any of the actors mentioned within this story. I don't know them, and I don't know anything about this. This is purely fiction and I am making no profit from this.
Summary: The laughs and hardships Dom and Billy face as friends, morphing into something more. The challenges they face trying to cope with what their relationship is changing in to. (Our boys watch Tomb Raider. *cracks up* Am I the only one that finds this amusing??)
~~Each part is a mini story that is part of the whole mapping the journey that two friends make.
Author's notes: This is the end of this story. There is a sequel however that does wrap some loose ends up. The story comes full circle, so this particular part is over, though it does continue on in The Way We Were.
Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Over the next month Dom hadn’t officially moved back in with Billy, but he had stayed there much more then he had previously been doing. Billy cleaned out the spare bedroom and once again it was unofficially named Dom’s room.
They had never really discussed, or finished discussing what they had started those weeks ago, but there was this underlying understanding that was to just roll with it and go with the flow. No one teased or made fun of them this time when Dom was with Billy and Billy had even caught Orlando smiling at him out of the corner of his eye a few times. It was kind of unsettling, but at the same time, heartwarming.
They were back to being best friends again and finally re-achieved that closeness that they had lost while Dom was away.
They had just finished working an eleven day stretch without a day off and were about to have a three-day weekend all to themselves. No filming, no meetings, no nothing. “I am tired beyond belief.” Billy whined, lolling his head back in Dom’s car while Dom drove back to his flat.
“God, tell me about it. It’s about time we get a fucking day off. Peter’s such a work horse.” Dom agreed, turning into Billy’s driveway.
“I know. I don’t want to do anything tonight except sit on my duff and watch movies. I can’t remember the last time I did that.” Billy said, head now up, unbuckling his seatbelt.
Dom turned in his seat and looked at Billy. “While we’re in the car, should we got get a few movies and a six pack so we can just veg tonight? That way tomorrow we can go out with the boys and not be dead tired.”
“That’s a good idea. Let’s do it.”
Dom nodded, and pulled back out of Billy’s driveway to the video store.
After much debating and wrestling, they had finally decided on three movies: Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, James Bond: Golden Eye, and Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade. Yes, it was going to be an evening of action-adventure. Both too tired to really think, but neither one of them in the mood for comedy, they settled on what they deemed to be the greeted action flick’s ever. Tomb Raider of course being suggested by Dom.
“Okay. To the liqueur store, then?” Dom asked, holding the videos securely beneath his arm.
Billy nodded. “Aye, sounds good.”
Spending a fraction of the time they spent in the video store getting liqueur, they had bottles and cases up to the register in five minutes flat with enough alcohol to last them through the millennium, or at least an evening full of adventure movies.
Finally pulling into Billy’s driveway, they trudged up the stairs and unloaded their stock. “Finally!” exclaimed Dom. “I thought we’d never settle on what to watch.”
Billy laughed. “You’re the one who refused to put down Trainspotting, not me.”
Dom pouted. “Well, I wouldn’t have needed to put it down if you would have agreed to watch it.”
“Starring at Ewan McGreggor’s bits flashing across my television screen is not necessarily my idea of entertainment.”
“But he’s Scottish.” Dom attempted to reason.
Billy raised his eyebrow as if that were the most ludicrous thing he had ever heard. “So is Sean Connery, but he at least keeps his pants ON in his movies.”
Dom shook his head. “I’m tellin’ ya Bill, you’re missing out.” Dom walked into the kitchen and put the liqueur away.
“If I wanted to see bits, I'd go to the bloody bathroom and stare at my own.” Billy called after him, rolling his eyes. He picked up the movies and read the backs again. “Hey Dom, what one do you want to put in first?”
“Boob Raider!” He called enthusiastically from in the kitchen.
“Works for me.” Billy popped the video in the player and began to fast forward through the previews.
“Pick your poison.” Dom said, walking to the cusp of the living room holding up two bottles.
“As if you even needed to ask.” Billy laughed. “Your left, on the rocks.”
“I know, I just figured I’d give you the courtesy of asking before I made it.”
“Thanks.” Billy finished fast-forwarding and then pressed pause. “The movie’s ready! Get in here!” Billy called to his friend, leaning forward on the couch trying to see what Dom was doing in the kitchen.
“Yes, master.” Dom mocked, walking into the living room carrying two drinks and a bag of crisps. “You’re wish is my command.”
Billy smiled smugly and sat back in the couch. “Good, then sit down and press play.”
Dom rolled his eyes and handed Billy his drink. He set his own down on the coffee table in front of the screen and turned off the living room light, finally settling down on the couch ready to watch the movie. “Okay then. I’m all set.”
Billy pressed play and the sat engrossed in the movie while sipping their drinks.
~~~
The farther along the movie got, the drunker they became. Billy leaned closer to Dom and whispered in his ear. “You know, those are fake.”
“What, her jumbalies, or those rock creature thingies?”
“Both.” Billy whispered.
Dom nodded and took another drink from his glass. “You know, I really don’t care. They’re bouncy and quite enjoyable to look at. They could be plastic for all I care, and I’d still want to grope ‘em.” Dom said with a satisfied nod.
“God, me too.” Billy sighed dreamily, staring more at Ms Croft’s chest, then the movie itself.
“This is a great movie.” Dom expressed while his eyes moved back and forth in thyme with Lara swinging on the log thing.
Billy nodded his agreement. “Yah, and the plots not too bad either.”
“Yes,” Dom replied, engrossed in the movie. “Yes it is…but it’s a great movie anyway.”
“Aye.” Breathed Billy, eyes glued to the screen.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“INDY!” Billy shouted at the screen mimicking John Rhys-Davies. He fell back on the couch in a fit of laughs.
Dom pretty much joined him. They had made it through Tomb Raider, James Bond, and now they were halfway through Indiana Jones, both of them thoroughly inebriated.
“I had totally forgot John was in this!” Dom said mirthfully, tears shimmering in the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard.
“I know!” Billy joined in. “Gimli on a horse!!” He fell into another fit of laughter. He was laughing so hard that he actually rolled off the couch and landed on the floor, which caused him and Dom to laugh even harder.
They had been laughing so hard now, that they had forgotten what was originally so funny, and continued laughing for the sake of laughter.
Shit-faced didn’t even begin to describe their condition. Suddenly Dom looked up from his tears of laugher and gaped. “Billy! We missed the end of the movie from laughing so much!!” was barely able to finish the sentence without snorting here and there.
Sure enough, Billy looked up and saw the credits rolling up the screen. “Well, shite. There goes that movie, aye?”
Dom nodded, helping his friend back up on the couch. Still laughing slightly, Dom tried to ask, “How did you end up on the floor, mate?”
Still laughing, Billy shook his head. “I don’t know. All I know is that my stomach hurts soooo bad and it’s not the alcohol.”
“Mine too.” Dom added, cradling his stomach with his hands. “Billy?”
“Yah Dom?”
“I’m really drunk.”
“Really?” Billy asked credulously. “You don’t say.”
“No,” Dom replied, “I just did.”
Billy snorted causing the both of them to fall into fits of laughter again.
Chest heaving, Billy collapsed on top of Dom. “Can’t…move…too…drunk…” he said between giggles.
“But what if I want another drink? –Or have to pee?” Dom questioned, looking down at Billy’s mirthful face.
“Then it sucks to be you.” Billy replied smugly.
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Dom’s face calmed and he trapped his bottom lip between his front teeth. Billy wasn’t purposely trying to look, but he found it rather difficult to look at anything else in the position he was in. “Billy…” Dom breathed. Billy’s eyes were wide and sparkling; seeming to grow bigger as Dom moved his head lower.
“Dominic…” he whispered, trembling slightly. “What are you doing?”
“Will you run?” Dom asked, his face inches apart from Billy’s.
Trapped between fear and excitement, Billy’s pulse quickened and his breath became shallower.
Dom repeated himself. “I said, will you run?”
“From?” Billy asked, shaking more noticeably now, not sure whether to bolt or stay. Dominic’s eyes had trapped him, and he was helpless to do anything but stay where he was.
“From me.” Dom whispered, making sure his breath caressed Billy’s lips. His eyes were deep and molten looking like Billy had never seen them look before.
“Aye…” Billy breathed, unable to move.
“Okay then.” Dom answered, lifting his head up and looking away. “Okay.”
Dom refused to meet Billy’s gaze after that. Billy sat up and pressed the rewind button on the video controller. Dom stood up and started walking away.
“Where are you going?” Billy asked.
“To the loo, I’ll be right back.” Billy nodded and Dom walked away. He sat in the couch shaking still, not quite sure what had just happened. His heart was pounding in his chest and his mind was cloudy and still spinning. He looked at the coffee table and groaned at the empty bottles and glasses that littered it. Sighing, he stood up and carried them into the kitchen.
Ten minutes had passed since Dom wondered up to the bathroom. Knowing that somehow he had messed up royally again, Billy slowly climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. “Dom? Can I come in?”
“Can’t a man have his privacy in the bathroom?” Dom replied coldly from behind the door.
“Please, Dominic. Let me in?” Billy said gently.
Dom opened the door a crack, letting Billy open it the rest. He was sitting on the ledge of the bathtub with his chin in his palms, resting on his knees. “I’ve already let you in.” He said into his palms. “You’re the one who hasn’t let me in.”
Billy closed the lid on the toilet and sat down across from his friend. “I’m sorry.”
“Billy, mate, I love you. I really do. But I can’t keep trying. I give up.” Dom dropped his palms and looked at Billy through heavy empty eyes.
Billy looked at Dom through drunken eyes. “I’m really sorry Dom, but I just don’t understand. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m drunker than shit, maybe it’s the fact that I’m slower than molasses, but please,” Billy pleaded, “what are you trying to tell me? I don’t understand.”
“Jesus Christ.” Dom sighed. “For months now, I have been trying to get you to open up and each time I do, you close up tighter than you were when I started. I just can’t do this anymore.”
Billy’s eyes filled with water and his lip quivered. “Are…are you trying to tell me that you don’t want to be my friend anymore?”
“Damnit Billy!” Dom shouted, standing up pulling at his hair frustratedly. “That is NOT what I’m trying to tell you. What I’m trying to tell you is that I think about you. As more than a friend. For fuck’s sake Billy, haven’t you?” Dom paced the bathroom angrily and stopped, staring intensely at Billy.
“No! …I mean yes…I mean no…FUCK! I don’t know Dom.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Yes, I do. More than I probably should, but we’re both straight, right? So what difference does it make? Nothing will ever come of it, right?”
“What difference does it make?” Dom was practically yelling. “CHRIST BILLY!” He turned around and rubbed his temples, breathing in deep gusts of air. After calming himself, he faced his friend again. “Bill, do you love me?”
“Of course I do, Dom.” Billy answered right away.
“Would you still love me if I were a pink spotted elephant?”
Billy rubbed the back of his head. “Yes? You’d still be you, no matter what you looked like.”
“Exactly!” Dom exclaimed, pumping his hands in the air triumphantly. “So what difference does it make whether I’m male or female?!”
Billy furrowed his brow. “It doesn’t make a difference.” He answered slowly.
“Then why are you so afraid of me?” Dom asked quietly, his words on the edge of breaking.
“Because!” Billy stood up. “Because what you’re asking of me, it’s different than anything I’ve ever known. I don’t know if I can give you what you want, Dom.”
Dom sat down on the ledge again, his eyes downcast. “Do you even want to?” He asked softly, barely able to be heard.
Billy dropped to his knees in front of his friend and grabbed his hands in his own. Forcing Dom to look at him, he smiled. “Aye, I do.” Billy leaned forward and brushed his lips against Dom’s. “My mum once told me there were three kinds of love in this world. The lustful kind, the friendship kind, and the no matter what kind.” Dom nodded, listening to what he was saying. “And I love you like the no matter what kind. So yes, I do.”
Dom reached forward and wrapped his arms around Billy, holding him close. “I love you too.” He whispered huskily.
“I know.” Billy whispered back. “If you didn’t, then I wouldn’t be here right now.” Billy pulled away from Dom’s hug and stood up. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He held out his hand and Dominic accepted it happily.
He led them to Billy’s bedroom, but Dom stopped outside the door. “No, I don’t want to-“ but Billy silenced him with a finger to his lips.
“Ssssh…just stop thinking and come on.” Billy urged, pulling him into the room. Dom obliged, albeit cautiously. Billy pulled back the covers to his bed, stripped down to his boxers, and climbed in bed, sliding beneath the covers. Without moving, Dom had stood towards the edge of the room, simply watching, not quite sure what was happening. Just minutes ago Billy had turned him down for a simple kiss, now he wanted him in bed with him? Dom was reeling.
Billy sensed his friend’s confusion and smiled warmly. “Dominic,” he scolded gently. “I told you to stop thinking, didn’t I? Come on.” Billy beckoned with his hand. “Do you trust me?” Dom nodded slowly, and started to approach the bed. “You silly bugger. Get into bed with me and let’s go to sleep, okay?” Billy smiled brightly.
Relieved that all Billy wanted to do was sleep, Dom returned the smile and striped to his boxers as well, and climbed into bed next to Billy. “I didn’t mean to be hesitant, it’s just that you’re-“
Billy interrupted him. “I’m drunk. Yes. And you’re a gentleman for not taking advantage of your best friend.” Dom nodded. Billy leaned over and kissed Dom’s furrowed brow. “Don’t worry. I’m tired and want some sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning. For real this time, okay?” Billy leaned over and turned the lamp off, causing the room to fall dark.
Dom nodded, and burrowed himself down further into the covers. “Billy, can I-“
Interrupting him again, Billy chuckled. “Yes, Dommie, you can.”
He could practically feel Dom grinning as his friend scooted closer to him and wrapped his arms around him. “G’night, Billy.” He whispered in his ear.
“G’night, Dommie.” Billy replied, nestling further into Dom’s arms.
And the two fell asleep like that.
~~~
The End. Until the epilogue. >.> :D ♥
By
autumnlecroixMonaboyd
Rated R
Disclaimer: I intend no harm to any of the actors mentioned within this story. I don't know them, and I don't know anything about this. This is purely fiction and I am making no profit from this.
Summary: The laughs and hardships Dom and Billy face as friends, morphing into something more. The challenges they face trying to cope with what their relationship is changing in to. (Our boys watch Tomb Raider. *cracks up* Am I the only one that finds this amusing??)
~~Each part is a mini story that is part of the whole mapping the journey that two friends make.
Author's notes: This is the end of this story. There is a sequel however that does wrap some loose ends up. The story comes full circle, so this particular part is over, though it does continue on in The Way We Were.
Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Over the next month Dom hadn’t officially moved back in with Billy, but he had stayed there much more then he had previously been doing. Billy cleaned out the spare bedroom and once again it was unofficially named Dom’s room.
They had never really discussed, or finished discussing what they had started those weeks ago, but there was this underlying understanding that was to just roll with it and go with the flow. No one teased or made fun of them this time when Dom was with Billy and Billy had even caught Orlando smiling at him out of the corner of his eye a few times. It was kind of unsettling, but at the same time, heartwarming.
They were back to being best friends again and finally re-achieved that closeness that they had lost while Dom was away.
They had just finished working an eleven day stretch without a day off and were about to have a three-day weekend all to themselves. No filming, no meetings, no nothing. “I am tired beyond belief.” Billy whined, lolling his head back in Dom’s car while Dom drove back to his flat.
“God, tell me about it. It’s about time we get a fucking day off. Peter’s such a work horse.” Dom agreed, turning into Billy’s driveway.
“I know. I don’t want to do anything tonight except sit on my duff and watch movies. I can’t remember the last time I did that.” Billy said, head now up, unbuckling his seatbelt.
Dom turned in his seat and looked at Billy. “While we’re in the car, should we got get a few movies and a six pack so we can just veg tonight? That way tomorrow we can go out with the boys and not be dead tired.”
“That’s a good idea. Let’s do it.”
Dom nodded, and pulled back out of Billy’s driveway to the video store.
After much debating and wrestling, they had finally decided on three movies: Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, James Bond: Golden Eye, and Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade. Yes, it was going to be an evening of action-adventure. Both too tired to really think, but neither one of them in the mood for comedy, they settled on what they deemed to be the greeted action flick’s ever. Tomb Raider of course being suggested by Dom.
“Okay. To the liqueur store, then?” Dom asked, holding the videos securely beneath his arm.
Billy nodded. “Aye, sounds good.”
Spending a fraction of the time they spent in the video store getting liqueur, they had bottles and cases up to the register in five minutes flat with enough alcohol to last them through the millennium, or at least an evening full of adventure movies.
Finally pulling into Billy’s driveway, they trudged up the stairs and unloaded their stock. “Finally!” exclaimed Dom. “I thought we’d never settle on what to watch.”
Billy laughed. “You’re the one who refused to put down Trainspotting, not me.”
Dom pouted. “Well, I wouldn’t have needed to put it down if you would have agreed to watch it.”
“Starring at Ewan McGreggor’s bits flashing across my television screen is not necessarily my idea of entertainment.”
“But he’s Scottish.” Dom attempted to reason.
Billy raised his eyebrow as if that were the most ludicrous thing he had ever heard. “So is Sean Connery, but he at least keeps his pants ON in his movies.”
Dom shook his head. “I’m tellin’ ya Bill, you’re missing out.” Dom walked into the kitchen and put the liqueur away.
“If I wanted to see bits, I'd go to the bloody bathroom and stare at my own.” Billy called after him, rolling his eyes. He picked up the movies and read the backs again. “Hey Dom, what one do you want to put in first?”
“Boob Raider!” He called enthusiastically from in the kitchen.
“Works for me.” Billy popped the video in the player and began to fast forward through the previews.
“Pick your poison.” Dom said, walking to the cusp of the living room holding up two bottles.
“As if you even needed to ask.” Billy laughed. “Your left, on the rocks.”
“I know, I just figured I’d give you the courtesy of asking before I made it.”
“Thanks.” Billy finished fast-forwarding and then pressed pause. “The movie’s ready! Get in here!” Billy called to his friend, leaning forward on the couch trying to see what Dom was doing in the kitchen.
“Yes, master.” Dom mocked, walking into the living room carrying two drinks and a bag of crisps. “You’re wish is my command.”
Billy smiled smugly and sat back in the couch. “Good, then sit down and press play.”
Dom rolled his eyes and handed Billy his drink. He set his own down on the coffee table in front of the screen and turned off the living room light, finally settling down on the couch ready to watch the movie. “Okay then. I’m all set.”
Billy pressed play and the sat engrossed in the movie while sipping their drinks.
~~~
The farther along the movie got, the drunker they became. Billy leaned closer to Dom and whispered in his ear. “You know, those are fake.”
“What, her jumbalies, or those rock creature thingies?”
“Both.” Billy whispered.
Dom nodded and took another drink from his glass. “You know, I really don’t care. They’re bouncy and quite enjoyable to look at. They could be plastic for all I care, and I’d still want to grope ‘em.” Dom said with a satisfied nod.
“God, me too.” Billy sighed dreamily, staring more at Ms Croft’s chest, then the movie itself.
“This is a great movie.” Dom expressed while his eyes moved back and forth in thyme with Lara swinging on the log thing.
Billy nodded his agreement. “Yah, and the plots not too bad either.”
“Yes,” Dom replied, engrossed in the movie. “Yes it is…but it’s a great movie anyway.”
“Aye.” Breathed Billy, eyes glued to the screen.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“INDY!” Billy shouted at the screen mimicking John Rhys-Davies. He fell back on the couch in a fit of laughs.
Dom pretty much joined him. They had made it through Tomb Raider, James Bond, and now they were halfway through Indiana Jones, both of them thoroughly inebriated.
“I had totally forgot John was in this!” Dom said mirthfully, tears shimmering in the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard.
“I know!” Billy joined in. “Gimli on a horse!!” He fell into another fit of laughter. He was laughing so hard that he actually rolled off the couch and landed on the floor, which caused him and Dom to laugh even harder.
They had been laughing so hard now, that they had forgotten what was originally so funny, and continued laughing for the sake of laughter.
Shit-faced didn’t even begin to describe their condition. Suddenly Dom looked up from his tears of laugher and gaped. “Billy! We missed the end of the movie from laughing so much!!” was barely able to finish the sentence without snorting here and there.
Sure enough, Billy looked up and saw the credits rolling up the screen. “Well, shite. There goes that movie, aye?”
Dom nodded, helping his friend back up on the couch. Still laughing slightly, Dom tried to ask, “How did you end up on the floor, mate?”
Still laughing, Billy shook his head. “I don’t know. All I know is that my stomach hurts soooo bad and it’s not the alcohol.”
“Mine too.” Dom added, cradling his stomach with his hands. “Billy?”
“Yah Dom?”
“I’m really drunk.”
“Really?” Billy asked credulously. “You don’t say.”
“No,” Dom replied, “I just did.”
Billy snorted causing the both of them to fall into fits of laughter again.
Chest heaving, Billy collapsed on top of Dom. “Can’t…move…too…drunk…” he said between giggles.
“But what if I want another drink? –Or have to pee?” Dom questioned, looking down at Billy’s mirthful face.
“Then it sucks to be you.” Billy replied smugly.
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Dom’s face calmed and he trapped his bottom lip between his front teeth. Billy wasn’t purposely trying to look, but he found it rather difficult to look at anything else in the position he was in. “Billy…” Dom breathed. Billy’s eyes were wide and sparkling; seeming to grow bigger as Dom moved his head lower.
“Dominic…” he whispered, trembling slightly. “What are you doing?”
“Will you run?” Dom asked, his face inches apart from Billy’s.
Trapped between fear and excitement, Billy’s pulse quickened and his breath became shallower.
Dom repeated himself. “I said, will you run?”
“From?” Billy asked, shaking more noticeably now, not sure whether to bolt or stay. Dominic’s eyes had trapped him, and he was helpless to do anything but stay where he was.
“From me.” Dom whispered, making sure his breath caressed Billy’s lips. His eyes were deep and molten looking like Billy had never seen them look before.
“Aye…” Billy breathed, unable to move.
“Okay then.” Dom answered, lifting his head up and looking away. “Okay.”
Dom refused to meet Billy’s gaze after that. Billy sat up and pressed the rewind button on the video controller. Dom stood up and started walking away.
“Where are you going?” Billy asked.
“To the loo, I’ll be right back.” Billy nodded and Dom walked away. He sat in the couch shaking still, not quite sure what had just happened. His heart was pounding in his chest and his mind was cloudy and still spinning. He looked at the coffee table and groaned at the empty bottles and glasses that littered it. Sighing, he stood up and carried them into the kitchen.
Ten minutes had passed since Dom wondered up to the bathroom. Knowing that somehow he had messed up royally again, Billy slowly climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. “Dom? Can I come in?”
“Can’t a man have his privacy in the bathroom?” Dom replied coldly from behind the door.
“Please, Dominic. Let me in?” Billy said gently.
Dom opened the door a crack, letting Billy open it the rest. He was sitting on the ledge of the bathtub with his chin in his palms, resting on his knees. “I’ve already let you in.” He said into his palms. “You’re the one who hasn’t let me in.”
Billy closed the lid on the toilet and sat down across from his friend. “I’m sorry.”
“Billy, mate, I love you. I really do. But I can’t keep trying. I give up.” Dom dropped his palms and looked at Billy through heavy empty eyes.
Billy looked at Dom through drunken eyes. “I’m really sorry Dom, but I just don’t understand. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m drunker than shit, maybe it’s the fact that I’m slower than molasses, but please,” Billy pleaded, “what are you trying to tell me? I don’t understand.”
“Jesus Christ.” Dom sighed. “For months now, I have been trying to get you to open up and each time I do, you close up tighter than you were when I started. I just can’t do this anymore.”
Billy’s eyes filled with water and his lip quivered. “Are…are you trying to tell me that you don’t want to be my friend anymore?”
“Damnit Billy!” Dom shouted, standing up pulling at his hair frustratedly. “That is NOT what I’m trying to tell you. What I’m trying to tell you is that I think about you. As more than a friend. For fuck’s sake Billy, haven’t you?” Dom paced the bathroom angrily and stopped, staring intensely at Billy.
“No! …I mean yes…I mean no…FUCK! I don’t know Dom.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Yes, I do. More than I probably should, but we’re both straight, right? So what difference does it make? Nothing will ever come of it, right?”
“What difference does it make?” Dom was practically yelling. “CHRIST BILLY!” He turned around and rubbed his temples, breathing in deep gusts of air. After calming himself, he faced his friend again. “Bill, do you love me?”
“Of course I do, Dom.” Billy answered right away.
“Would you still love me if I were a pink spotted elephant?”
Billy rubbed the back of his head. “Yes? You’d still be you, no matter what you looked like.”
“Exactly!” Dom exclaimed, pumping his hands in the air triumphantly. “So what difference does it make whether I’m male or female?!”
Billy furrowed his brow. “It doesn’t make a difference.” He answered slowly.
“Then why are you so afraid of me?” Dom asked quietly, his words on the edge of breaking.
“Because!” Billy stood up. “Because what you’re asking of me, it’s different than anything I’ve ever known. I don’t know if I can give you what you want, Dom.”
Dom sat down on the ledge again, his eyes downcast. “Do you even want to?” He asked softly, barely able to be heard.
Billy dropped to his knees in front of his friend and grabbed his hands in his own. Forcing Dom to look at him, he smiled. “Aye, I do.” Billy leaned forward and brushed his lips against Dom’s. “My mum once told me there were three kinds of love in this world. The lustful kind, the friendship kind, and the no matter what kind.” Dom nodded, listening to what he was saying. “And I love you like the no matter what kind. So yes, I do.”
Dom reached forward and wrapped his arms around Billy, holding him close. “I love you too.” He whispered huskily.
“I know.” Billy whispered back. “If you didn’t, then I wouldn’t be here right now.” Billy pulled away from Dom’s hug and stood up. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He held out his hand and Dominic accepted it happily.
He led them to Billy’s bedroom, but Dom stopped outside the door. “No, I don’t want to-“ but Billy silenced him with a finger to his lips.
“Ssssh…just stop thinking and come on.” Billy urged, pulling him into the room. Dom obliged, albeit cautiously. Billy pulled back the covers to his bed, stripped down to his boxers, and climbed in bed, sliding beneath the covers. Without moving, Dom had stood towards the edge of the room, simply watching, not quite sure what was happening. Just minutes ago Billy had turned him down for a simple kiss, now he wanted him in bed with him? Dom was reeling.
Billy sensed his friend’s confusion and smiled warmly. “Dominic,” he scolded gently. “I told you to stop thinking, didn’t I? Come on.” Billy beckoned with his hand. “Do you trust me?” Dom nodded slowly, and started to approach the bed. “You silly bugger. Get into bed with me and let’s go to sleep, okay?” Billy smiled brightly.
Relieved that all Billy wanted to do was sleep, Dom returned the smile and striped to his boxers as well, and climbed into bed next to Billy. “I didn’t mean to be hesitant, it’s just that you’re-“
Billy interrupted him. “I’m drunk. Yes. And you’re a gentleman for not taking advantage of your best friend.” Dom nodded. Billy leaned over and kissed Dom’s furrowed brow. “Don’t worry. I’m tired and want some sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning. For real this time, okay?” Billy leaned over and turned the lamp off, causing the room to fall dark.
Dom nodded, and burrowed himself down further into the covers. “Billy, can I-“
Interrupting him again, Billy chuckled. “Yes, Dommie, you can.”
He could practically feel Dom grinning as his friend scooted closer to him and wrapped his arms around him. “G’night, Billy.” He whispered in his ear.
“G’night, Dommie.” Billy replied, nestling further into Dom’s arms.
And the two fell asleep like that.
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The End. Until the epilogue. >.> :D ♥
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A few thoughts-- greatest, not greeted; liquor not liquer; and your not you're. Small things.
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I got goosebumps. That was the sweetest thing ever. Aside from the part about the pink spotted elephant *squee*
I want more! <3 Sober Monaboyd
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I loved this story. In so many ways. I loved how well you wrote both Dom and Billy. I loved how you put the plot together. I loved how you wove their friendship together and slowly built it up. I loved how you had the subtle hints of Dom wanting something more, but not saying it. I loved it all. If I could, I'd give it a big hug.
An added bonus was the type of fic it was. When I first came into the LOTR fandom, I found there was a lack of "how they got together stories", especially in the Monaboyd and Domlijah areas. Most of what I read had them already established as a couple, and I really love to read the "friendship developing into more" stories.
Getting a bit more specific...I adored the poker game in part 2. The banter between them all was hilarious, and so was that fact that Dom got a royal flush to beat out Viggo and Sean. I also loved part 3, when Orlando counseled Billy. It seemed really appropriate that Orli would be the one to basically spell things out for him. I loved the ending of the story, the end of part 4, as well.
“Will you run?” Dom asked, his face inches apart from Billy’s.
Trapped between fear and excitement, Billy’s pulse quickened and his breath became shallower.
Dom repeated himself. “I said, will you run?”
“From?” Billy asked, shaking more noticeably now, not sure whether to bolt or stay. Dominic’s eyes had trapped him, and he was helpless to do anything but stay where he was.
“From me.” Dom whispered, making sure his breath caressed Billy’s lips. His eyes were deep and molten looking like Billy had never seen them look before.
Ahh, loved that. And then Billy said he would, and Dom was crushed. But Billy didn't see that. Silly little drunk boy. I also loved this dialouge.
“Please, Dominic. Let me in?” Billy said gently.
Dom opened the door a crack, letting Billy open it the rest. He was sitting on the ledge of the bathtub with his chin in his palms, resting on his knees. “I’ve already let you in.” He said into his palms. “You’re the one who hasn’t let me in.”
So great. I loved it. I can't even begin to describe why.
Umm...there's only one thing that took away from this story, and I'm only mentioning it because it's a big pet peeve of mine and it can easily be avoided. And then you can have a completely perfect story. Anyway, what I'm talking about is grammatical errors. There's not a lot, overall, but the ones I saw were big things, like "you're" instead of "your". Part 2, I think, contatined most of them. I mean, I'll even beta future stories for you so that it doesn't happen, if you want. Because you're a really good writer, it's just those grammatical things...they bother me, and I tend to think they take a bit away from the story. But, umm, I hope I'm not offending you by telling you this, I'm just trying to help. You can ignore and/or smack me if you wish. Or whatever.
But, yeah, this was an excellent story...and I cannot wait for The Way We Were. I'm already trying hard not to sing Barbara Streisand. :-D Sorry this comment was so long, I tried not to make it so. It happened anyway. But...umm, yeah, excellent job. *applauds you*
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I think you have just made my weekend with this. *laughs*
And actually, I do have a beta, however she's a Sr in college and has no time to beta a story this long so if you really are willing, I would very much appriciate it. Thank you so much!! if you are still interested, my email is bunny_154 @ yahoo . com (minus the spaces).
and LOL @ Barbara! Me too! I even downloaded the song to keep the mood. *laughs* We'll have dommie singing Barbara style by the end in no-time flat. *laughs* (kidding!!)
So once again, thank you. from the bottom of my heart, you are absolutely fantastic.
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And yes, every emotional even that dom/billy experienced actually happened to me, almost exactly. I'm the type of person who needs to release through writing, so when we broke up, I came up with this because it helped me cope and get over it.
Once again, thank you so much!!
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I am so glad that you loved my feedback so much. Usually I feel like I'm just rambling on and on and nothing really makes sense. And I really felt bad about telling you your mistakes, usually I don't like to do that, because I don't want to make anyone feel sad or anything. I'm glad to know you appreciated that as much as you did.
And I would be more than willing to beta a story of yours if your normal beta can't. I don't want to steal her job, though. Umm, my e-mail is music_chick_2@yahoo.com I've already put yours in my address book :-) So, umm, if you want me to beta something, send it, or tell me where it is, and I'll do it. :-)
And because of your comment, I have this great picture in my head of Dom with a microphone singing "The Way We Were", just pouring his heart into it all. *giggles*