Fic: Mantra 1/1

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

Title: Mantra

Author: HMC

Rating: Oh, let’s say PG

Pairing: Monaboyd

Summary: A lot of communication happens, even though Dom and Billy say only the other’s name for the duration of the story.

 

 

 

“Bills.... Billy.... Bill....” Dom repeated this hushed whisper continuously.  He kept his voice in the lowest register possible and it resonated deep within his chest, which, turn, vibrated against his lover’s chest.

 

He thought that maybe if Billy could feel as well as hear his call, he’d be more inclined to answer.

 

But Billy was still, on his back, several shades paler than Dom was used to.  There were tubes up his nose, which curled around his head, over his ears and back into an awful beeping thing.  His chest rose gently, even with Dom’s slightly broader frame against it.

 

Dom was practically on top of him, seated on the hospital bed.  His elbows balanced him over his wounded love, they rested on either side of Billy’s shoulders, which brought their faces to mere inches apart.  Dom’s hands cradled Billy’s head, finger locked under his skull, thumbs massaging the Scot’s temples.  Tilting Billy’s head so that their foreheads and noses touched, Dominic continued his low chant, chests humming.

 

“Bills.... Billy.... Bill....”  He searched the blank face for any hint, any sign that Billy heard him.  But there was nothing: not even the shifting of eyes beneath the lids.

 

Elijah sat in a chair at the side of the bed, filling out forms.  He stopped for a moment, sighed and regarded Dom.  The Brit was pressed so gently against Billy that Elijah could not imagine them as two separate entities.

 

BillyandDom.  They had been joined, metaphorically, physically, and mentally. 

 

Metaphorically, in that they spent every possible moment together.  Talking, sharing, touching, completely at ease with one another.

 

Physically; Elijah could remember the exact morning when they had come to the make-up trailer together, holding hands and appeared to be glowing.  Elijah had never thought of “glowing” as a literal adjective for any living person, but the warm blush on Billy’s cheeks and the calm twinkle of Dom’s eyes had convinced him otherwise.  When away from the cooing of the make-up girls, Elijah, Orli, and Sean poked and teased until Billy finally fessed up.  The previous night had been his and Dom’s “first time” with each other.  They had made love.  And even though Orli begged for the juicy details, Billy said no more than that.

 

Mentally, because when they weren’t talking, they would still communicate.  Glances from across the room, touches on shoulders, chaste kisses when saying hello, a certain sparkle in their eye, they could do all this and never say a word.

 

A fluke, a simple surfing accident had put Billy in here.  It was nobody’s fault, it just happened.  Viggo had been there, thank God.  Dom thanked Viggo’s artistic powers of observation; he was able to sense an unease, noticed that Billy was nowhere to be found, dove in, dragged Billy’s small, water-logged body to the shore, and performed CPR.  Billy had coughed up water reflexively but his eyes remained closed.

 

He was unconscious, something (the doctors said) that only Billy could bring himself out of.  Doctors, Dom thought, did not understand the dynamics of their relationship.  Billy was not the only one who would bring himself back to the waking world, Dom could and would help.

 

“Bills.... Billy.... Bill....”  Gently dragging fingers along Billy’s scalp, against his temples.  Constant contact, stimulation.  Dom could feel Billy’s heartbeat, strong ands steady.

 

A twitch between Billy’s eyebrows, barely perceptible, would’ve been missed if Dom wasn’t mere inches from his face.  Billy’s eyes opened slowly, groggily.  A film over his green eyes that he blinked to rid himself of.  And through the haze, Dom came into view, grey eyes piercing through to his.  The edges of his mouth quirked up, and Dom fell forward gently to embrace him, littering his neck and cheek with tender kisses, the chests flush with each other.  Billy’s hand, shaking lightly with the effort, settled on Dom’s multi-shaded hair, and he ignored the light jolt of pain when the IV needle shifted with the movement. 

 

Elijah smiled and approached the bed where the two men lay entwined.  “Hey there, Sunny Bill.  You’re back, huh?”

 

Billy smiled softly, probably not even hearing the question, but at least recognizing Elijah.

 

“I’ll get the doctor.”  He patted Dom on the back and lifted Bill’s other hand to kiss it, before he left to find their doctor.  He’d have to call Vig as well; poor guy had been up for the better part of 48 hours before Orli forcibly dragged him home for some sleep.

 

As Elijah left, he heard Dom repeating his mantra over and over.  “Bills.... Billy.... Bill....” his voice cracked, relief finally washing over him.

 

And just before they were out of earshot, Elijah heard Billy’s voice, only slightly raspier, answer, “Dom.... Dommie....”

 

God, didn’t those two ever shut up?