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Fic: That Feeling, DM/BB, PG-13
Title: That Feeling
Author: wyoluvr
Disclaimer: sadly, dom and billy don’t belong to me. This never happened.
Summary: Beer, sun, and gender changes. Mild slash, Dom/Billy.
Rating: PG-13 (language, love of BEER)
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queenofalostartgave me three words (questions, multiple, beatings) and babbled about Dom for so long that she catapulted me back into writing these boys. She’s evil, yo.
There was a name for that feeling you get when everything falls into place. Your body is comfortable, your head’s calm, and there are beautiful things to look at with a mate by your side. The beer was cold and the sun was hot. Life was simply good. Maybe giving it a name like ‘good’ or ‘satisfied’ was sort of stupid, too close to stating the obvious.
When things started to get serious, Dom knew he had to stop thinking and start doing something else. Dom curled onto his side, stretched out his hand toward Billy. And then he opened his eyes and yelped. Unless Billy’d grown a whopping pair of tits during Dom’s catnap, that wasn’t his dearest mate.
“Er, who the fuck are you?”
The buxom brunette leaned up one elbow and lowered her rhinestone-studded sunglasses. “Dominic, don’t be so rude. I’m just keeping Billy’s place warm.” Liv tapped her glasses back into place with one firm tap of her perfectly manicured fingers and snuggled back into the towel.
“Aren’t you in New York? Or some locale that’s not L.A.?” Dom knew the last two beers had been bad ideas. Or maybe it was the rounds of tequila before that. He looked around quickly. Right, still at the house in CA. He was still stretched out on the deck, enjoying the sun and the relative quiet. Beer, check. Sunblock, check. Billy…nope, that was Liv, alright, in all her sumptuous beauty.
“I was. Roy’s doing record stuff out here so I followed him out. I arrived this morning and came right out to see my favorite hobbits.” She flipped over, resting her chin on her hands. Mesmerized, he watched her smile, the ultra-white of her teeth standing out from her plum lips.
“Ah.” There was more to that thought, but it seemed easier to stop with the questions and just flop back down, Liv’s fingers trailing along his upper arm.
Warmth and a belly full of beer lulled him back to sleep.
Darkness and the soft sound of waves lapping the beach woke him up. Yawning, he shook his head to clear off the mental glop filling his head. Jesus, he was turning into a lazy arse. Spending days just sitting around, drinking beer and sunning himself.
His brow furrowed as he swept a hand over the towel next to his. Funny, he seemed to recall someone else…Billy? Liv? A remarkably unexciting sunstroke and beer dream? No, no, it had definitely been both of them. Laughter and light flowed from the house. He crawled up off the towel, picking it and the various items he’d had out with him up.
The sliding door whooshed closed behind him. Dom dropped the towel in the basket by the door and the other crap next to that. Off in the kitchen, he saw Liv sitting up on a counter, her husband leaning between her legs, with Billy at the stove stirring a pot, his other hand punctuating some story with wild jabs here and there. Roy caught sight of him first.
“Oy, Monaghan, had enough of that nap?”
“Yeah, you wanker, thanks for waking me up. Bad enough to look over and have your best mate turn into a fucking girl on you.”
“I dunno. If it’s this girl,” Roy squeezed Liv’s thigh and she smiled. “It’d be alright by me.”
“So you’d still be okay if I’d leaned over and groped her?”
“Wouldn’t so much a question of what I’d mind, mate.” Roy smirked at Dom.
“Dominic, what happened the last time you tried to grope me?”
Dom struggled with memories. Groping, Liv…ooooh. A pub in Wellington, nearly three years ago now. Piss drunk, sitting next to Liv, and he went for a bit of a snog and came back with a bruised ear.
“Vaguely. Er, yeah. Gonna go shower. Billy, you poisoning us over there, or am I gonna have to order pizza?”
“No worries. If my culinary masterpiece doesn’t work out, Elijah’s already on his way with pizza.”
Gotta love a man with multiple plans.
“And later, after Roy and Liv here give you a few beatings for being cheeky, maybe I’ll let you grope me. Maybe.”
Even better.
“You’re too kind, Mr. Boyd.”
“You’re too right, Mr. Monaghan.”
Author: wyoluvr
Disclaimer: sadly, dom and billy don’t belong to me. This never happened.
Summary: Beer, sun, and gender changes. Mild slash, Dom/Billy.
Rating: PG-13 (language, love of BEER)
Notes:
queenofalostartgave me three words (questions, multiple, beatings) and babbled about Dom for so long that she catapulted me back into writing these boys. She’s evil, yo.There was a name for that feeling you get when everything falls into place. Your body is comfortable, your head’s calm, and there are beautiful things to look at with a mate by your side. The beer was cold and the sun was hot. Life was simply good. Maybe giving it a name like ‘good’ or ‘satisfied’ was sort of stupid, too close to stating the obvious.
When things started to get serious, Dom knew he had to stop thinking and start doing something else. Dom curled onto his side, stretched out his hand toward Billy. And then he opened his eyes and yelped. Unless Billy’d grown a whopping pair of tits during Dom’s catnap, that wasn’t his dearest mate.
“Er, who the fuck are you?”
The buxom brunette leaned up one elbow and lowered her rhinestone-studded sunglasses. “Dominic, don’t be so rude. I’m just keeping Billy’s place warm.” Liv tapped her glasses back into place with one firm tap of her perfectly manicured fingers and snuggled back into the towel.
“Aren’t you in New York? Or some locale that’s not L.A.?” Dom knew the last two beers had been bad ideas. Or maybe it was the rounds of tequila before that. He looked around quickly. Right, still at the house in CA. He was still stretched out on the deck, enjoying the sun and the relative quiet. Beer, check. Sunblock, check. Billy…nope, that was Liv, alright, in all her sumptuous beauty.
“I was. Roy’s doing record stuff out here so I followed him out. I arrived this morning and came right out to see my favorite hobbits.” She flipped over, resting her chin on her hands. Mesmerized, he watched her smile, the ultra-white of her teeth standing out from her plum lips.
“Ah.” There was more to that thought, but it seemed easier to stop with the questions and just flop back down, Liv’s fingers trailing along his upper arm.
Warmth and a belly full of beer lulled him back to sleep.
Darkness and the soft sound of waves lapping the beach woke him up. Yawning, he shook his head to clear off the mental glop filling his head. Jesus, he was turning into a lazy arse. Spending days just sitting around, drinking beer and sunning himself.
His brow furrowed as he swept a hand over the towel next to his. Funny, he seemed to recall someone else…Billy? Liv? A remarkably unexciting sunstroke and beer dream? No, no, it had definitely been both of them. Laughter and light flowed from the house. He crawled up off the towel, picking it and the various items he’d had out with him up.
The sliding door whooshed closed behind him. Dom dropped the towel in the basket by the door and the other crap next to that. Off in the kitchen, he saw Liv sitting up on a counter, her husband leaning between her legs, with Billy at the stove stirring a pot, his other hand punctuating some story with wild jabs here and there. Roy caught sight of him first.
“Oy, Monaghan, had enough of that nap?”
“Yeah, you wanker, thanks for waking me up. Bad enough to look over and have your best mate turn into a fucking girl on you.”
“I dunno. If it’s this girl,” Roy squeezed Liv’s thigh and she smiled. “It’d be alright by me.”
“So you’d still be okay if I’d leaned over and groped her?”
“Wouldn’t so much a question of what I’d mind, mate.” Roy smirked at Dom.
“Dominic, what happened the last time you tried to grope me?”
Dom struggled with memories. Groping, Liv…ooooh. A pub in Wellington, nearly three years ago now. Piss drunk, sitting next to Liv, and he went for a bit of a snog and came back with a bruised ear.
“Vaguely. Er, yeah. Gonna go shower. Billy, you poisoning us over there, or am I gonna have to order pizza?”
“No worries. If my culinary masterpiece doesn’t work out, Elijah’s already on his way with pizza.”
Gotta love a man with multiple plans.
“And later, after Roy and Liv here give you a few beatings for being cheeky, maybe I’ll let you grope me. Maybe.”
Even better.
“You’re too kind, Mr. Boyd.”
“You’re too right, Mr. Monaghan.”
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