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fellowshippers2004-02-08 09:47 pm
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First story...
Title: Run
Author: Jilly
Genre: LOTR RPS
Pairing: BB/DM
Summery: Billy likes to watch Dom run. (Plot bunny from the extended edition of Fellowship)
Disclaimer: Sure it really happened! I just can’t prove it…
Notes: Meep, first story posted here.
~~~~~~ Run ~~~~~~
Dom runs like a girl when he’s tired. Billy has seen it on set, when they’ve been filming all day, and sweat starts to glisten under his friend’s curly wig. But it’s nothing like this. Nothing like the way he’s flailing around now.
It started as a game, and Billy supposes that Dom still thinks it is. But somehow, it isn’t any more. It stopped being a game when Billy noticed how raspy and fast Dom’s breath was, how a red flush had shone through his makeup, how his costume clings a little more to his body as it dampens with a little sweat. And how his arms flail as he runs. Billy thinks he may be addicted to the way Dom runs.
“Time!” ‘Merry’ gasps triumphantly, as his hand brushes the last table, and he stops a few feet away from ‘Pippin’. He rests his hands on his knees, sucking in deep breaths of air as he glances up through a curtain of hobbit curls. His pale blue eyes are so appealing, like little boy eyes, puppy eyes, eyes caught up in the silly, pointless, but enthralling game. He looks so appealing. Billy’s almost ready to give up, to let him go.
Well, maybe just once more.
“Oops!” He laughs rather unnaturally, in a tone too high pitched for his usual Scottish brogue. He hadn’t noticed it till now, but Dom’s girly run had started to affect him. “I seem to have forgotten to start the timer.” Billy holds up the stopwatch, hoping his sweaty palms will be overlooked. “Looks like you’ll have to do it again!” He smiles. Inwardly and outwardly.
“Fuck!” Dom shakes his head, and narrows those puppy dog eyes. They still gleam with playfulness, though. “I’ve touched all the fuckin’ tables.” He steps forward. “Heaps of fuckin’ times.” And jabs Billy in the chest. “It’s your turn.”
Billy swallows.
And it’s not just that he has Dominic Monaghan, dressed as Merry, sure, but still there under wig and ears and makeup, sweaty and pressed up against him. And it’s not just that Dom’s eyes are looking straight into his, and it’s not just that Dom is still breathing heavily, and that Billy can feel his warm breath brush against his cheek.
It’s all of those things.
“A’right” He manages to say, and he gives the stopwatch to Dom, who grins with satisfaction. Billy steps backwards, pulling himself away before the faint, fluttering feelings in his stomach start to move down. But then he thinks about Dom running, with his girly lope and flailing hands, and it’s too late.
“Go!” Dom yells. Ah, bless him. He hasn’t noticed that Billy is running strangely, without the excuse of being tired. And for the first time, Billy praises the wardrobe people who designed Pippin’s costume. It’s nice and bulky. Good for hiding. He trundles slowly around the room, brushing each of the tabletops with his hand, but not really trying to race.
“You’re not trying!” Dom is frowning, hands on hips. But then, he smiles. Billy begins to feel afraid. “Let’s make it more interesting.”
And suddenly, Dom is chasing him. Sweaty Dom, who runs like a girl, and is dressed as a hobbit. He gets closer, and suddenly Billy doesn’t know what to do. Half of him, the bottom half, mostly, wants to run forward, but a sensible part wants to keep this a game, and tells him to run away.
So he compromises, and falls down in a heap.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dom grins as he prods Billy’s side with his foot.
“Oh, jus’ havin’ a nap, you know?” Billy’s voice is muffled against the floor, but he sits up.
Dom laughs. “You’re just upset cos you couldn’t go as fast as me.”
He’s being a smug bastard, but Billy lets him enjoy a moment of victory. After all, he has more pressing concerns. Namely, that irritating tightness in his pants is getting worse as Dom sits down beside him.
“Stupid game anyway” He says, throwing an arm around Billy’s shoulders. “Your not hurt, are ya?”
Billy just barely notices the question. He is far too busy trying not to think about Dom running, and instead picture Peter Jackson and Christopher Lee clad in bikinis. “Er…”
“Yer foot’s come off.” Dom points at Billy’s hobbit foot, which is lying twisted and crushed beneath the Scots leg.
Billy swears, totally forgetting all about the bikini-clad Dom who has suddenly popped into his consciousness, and suddenly feeling quite depressed. “Must have come off when I fell.” He sighs, then pauses “’Spose I’d better go get it fixed, then” He says, but makes no move to get up. Dom’s arm is still lying heavy over his shoulders.
“Yeah. I should probl’y go get my makeup fixed, too” Dom, also, remains exactly where he is.
“They might want us on set soon”
“Yeah. Or they might have forgotten us.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised.”
“Yeah.”
Conversation tapers off, and both men are left staring into space. Finally, Billy starts to squirm, and he wrinkles his nose for extra effect. “Yer all sweaty, Dommie, get off me.”
“Ah, don’t pretend yeh don’t like it!” Dom laughs, and bats his eyelashes.
Suddenly, Billy feels very strange. Dom knows. Dom knows that he, Billy Boyd, really does quite like having Dom Monaghan, sweaty and hot, pressed up against him. Quickly, he leans forwards, and takes Dom’s mouth with his own, slipping his tongue between those thin, but sensuous lips before he realizes that he’s getting no response.
There is a moment of silence, and Billy pulls back.
Dom blinks. “I didn’t mean it.” He says, his voice completely emotionless as he stands up.
“Oh.” Billy doesn’t seem capable of though any longer.
The silence stretches on, with both hobbits looking at each other, neither quite sure what to say.
Then a call comes; “Hobbits, on set now!”
“Shit!” Billy grabs his prosthetic foot, and races off to the makeup trailer, leaving behind a very confused co-star.
Author: Jilly
Genre: LOTR RPS
Pairing: BB/DM
Summery: Billy likes to watch Dom run. (Plot bunny from the extended edition of Fellowship)
Disclaimer: Sure it really happened! I just can’t prove it…
Notes: Meep, first story posted here.
~~~~~~ Run ~~~~~~
Dom runs like a girl when he’s tired. Billy has seen it on set, when they’ve been filming all day, and sweat starts to glisten under his friend’s curly wig. But it’s nothing like this. Nothing like the way he’s flailing around now.
It started as a game, and Billy supposes that Dom still thinks it is. But somehow, it isn’t any more. It stopped being a game when Billy noticed how raspy and fast Dom’s breath was, how a red flush had shone through his makeup, how his costume clings a little more to his body as it dampens with a little sweat. And how his arms flail as he runs. Billy thinks he may be addicted to the way Dom runs.
“Time!” ‘Merry’ gasps triumphantly, as his hand brushes the last table, and he stops a few feet away from ‘Pippin’. He rests his hands on his knees, sucking in deep breaths of air as he glances up through a curtain of hobbit curls. His pale blue eyes are so appealing, like little boy eyes, puppy eyes, eyes caught up in the silly, pointless, but enthralling game. He looks so appealing. Billy’s almost ready to give up, to let him go.
Well, maybe just once more.
“Oops!” He laughs rather unnaturally, in a tone too high pitched for his usual Scottish brogue. He hadn’t noticed it till now, but Dom’s girly run had started to affect him. “I seem to have forgotten to start the timer.” Billy holds up the stopwatch, hoping his sweaty palms will be overlooked. “Looks like you’ll have to do it again!” He smiles. Inwardly and outwardly.
“Fuck!” Dom shakes his head, and narrows those puppy dog eyes. They still gleam with playfulness, though. “I’ve touched all the fuckin’ tables.” He steps forward. “Heaps of fuckin’ times.” And jabs Billy in the chest. “It’s your turn.”
Billy swallows.
And it’s not just that he has Dominic Monaghan, dressed as Merry, sure, but still there under wig and ears and makeup, sweaty and pressed up against him. And it’s not just that Dom’s eyes are looking straight into his, and it’s not just that Dom is still breathing heavily, and that Billy can feel his warm breath brush against his cheek.
It’s all of those things.
“A’right” He manages to say, and he gives the stopwatch to Dom, who grins with satisfaction. Billy steps backwards, pulling himself away before the faint, fluttering feelings in his stomach start to move down. But then he thinks about Dom running, with his girly lope and flailing hands, and it’s too late.
“Go!” Dom yells. Ah, bless him. He hasn’t noticed that Billy is running strangely, without the excuse of being tired. And for the first time, Billy praises the wardrobe people who designed Pippin’s costume. It’s nice and bulky. Good for hiding. He trundles slowly around the room, brushing each of the tabletops with his hand, but not really trying to race.
“You’re not trying!” Dom is frowning, hands on hips. But then, he smiles. Billy begins to feel afraid. “Let’s make it more interesting.”
And suddenly, Dom is chasing him. Sweaty Dom, who runs like a girl, and is dressed as a hobbit. He gets closer, and suddenly Billy doesn’t know what to do. Half of him, the bottom half, mostly, wants to run forward, but a sensible part wants to keep this a game, and tells him to run away.
So he compromises, and falls down in a heap.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dom grins as he prods Billy’s side with his foot.
“Oh, jus’ havin’ a nap, you know?” Billy’s voice is muffled against the floor, but he sits up.
Dom laughs. “You’re just upset cos you couldn’t go as fast as me.”
He’s being a smug bastard, but Billy lets him enjoy a moment of victory. After all, he has more pressing concerns. Namely, that irritating tightness in his pants is getting worse as Dom sits down beside him.
“Stupid game anyway” He says, throwing an arm around Billy’s shoulders. “Your not hurt, are ya?”
Billy just barely notices the question. He is far too busy trying not to think about Dom running, and instead picture Peter Jackson and Christopher Lee clad in bikinis. “Er…”
“Yer foot’s come off.” Dom points at Billy’s hobbit foot, which is lying twisted and crushed beneath the Scots leg.
Billy swears, totally forgetting all about the bikini-clad Dom who has suddenly popped into his consciousness, and suddenly feeling quite depressed. “Must have come off when I fell.” He sighs, then pauses “’Spose I’d better go get it fixed, then” He says, but makes no move to get up. Dom’s arm is still lying heavy over his shoulders.
“Yeah. I should probl’y go get my makeup fixed, too” Dom, also, remains exactly where he is.
“They might want us on set soon”
“Yeah. Or they might have forgotten us.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised.”
“Yeah.”
Conversation tapers off, and both men are left staring into space. Finally, Billy starts to squirm, and he wrinkles his nose for extra effect. “Yer all sweaty, Dommie, get off me.”
“Ah, don’t pretend yeh don’t like it!” Dom laughs, and bats his eyelashes.
Suddenly, Billy feels very strange. Dom knows. Dom knows that he, Billy Boyd, really does quite like having Dom Monaghan, sweaty and hot, pressed up against him. Quickly, he leans forwards, and takes Dom’s mouth with his own, slipping his tongue between those thin, but sensuous lips before he realizes that he’s getting no response.
There is a moment of silence, and Billy pulls back.
Dom blinks. “I didn’t mean it.” He says, his voice completely emotionless as he stands up.
“Oh.” Billy doesn’t seem capable of though any longer.
The silence stretches on, with both hobbits looking at each other, neither quite sure what to say.
Then a call comes; “Hobbits, on set now!”
“Shit!” Billy grabs his prosthetic foot, and races off to the makeup trailer, leaving behind a very confused co-star.
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Sequel, please?
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;laskj4;jkfj;a!!!
ICON!
teehee...
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It makes me v. happy. *grin*
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*begs*
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Good stuff. Like how you captured Bill
yeh.Chrissy.
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i like that!
omgwtf sequel
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Thank you for the lovely reviews! *hugs all*
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