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Perfection
Title: Perfection
Rating: Pg-ish...maybe
Author: EvanOnEarth
Feedback: Would love it. It only helps me out!
Disclaimer: I'm just a poor high school kid who gets her kicks by talkin' bout gay men. If ya wanna sue, ya can but all I can give ya is a cookie.
Summary: Laughter is tears turned inside out.
A/N: Big, big thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jesslotr and desire_billy for they betas. And I dedicate this to desire_billy because 1.) her stuff is super amazing and 2.) she really encouraged me! So yay for you!
A/N numbre deux: I posted this on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
monaboyd like a week ago or something and realized hey, I didn't post it here. So here it is. But you may have read it.
Dom never considered himself gay. He just didn’t find it weird to show affection to a guy. Back home in Manchester, it was nothing to sling an arm around another guy’s waist or chastely kiss each other’s lips. But in America he couldn’t even touch a guy’s arm to get his attention without being considered more gay than Liberace. To Dom, that was weird.
Billy once said that being comfortable in your own skin was the most important thing in life. Dom liked that, and he stood beside what Billy said, and everything he believed in. Of course Billy had also said that he was born Scottish and turned into Smashed-ish at the age of eight when he ran full force into his Nan’s sliding glass door. Then again, Billy was smashed when he told that story, so maybe that one didn’t count.
“Gay and straight are just labels, Dommie. Labels are confining and you shouldn’t be confined in your own life. Just be you and you’ll never have any worries,” Billy had said one night when Dom asked his view on sexuality. Billy was right. The only thing that mattered was that Dom was happy, and being happy wasn’t weird at all.
So, it wasn’t weird when Billy grabbed Dom’s hand under the table at a pub one night. It wasn’t weird when he kissed Billy and their tongues meshed easily. And when things progressed from drunken snogging sessions into sober cuddling and occasional hand jobs, which then led to the most intense love making Dom had ever experienced, it was totally natural. It was right to him and he didn’t question it. Questions ruin perfection and what Dom had with Billy was just that. Perfection.
In the living room, alone in the dark, Dom realizes that perfection is like a unicorn. So mythical and magical that you don’t believe it’s real until you see it with your own eyes and touch it with your own hands. Then, just as quickly as it appears, it is gone, disappearing into the mists and leaving you wondering if it was really there at all.
The whole thing ran through Dom’s mind like an old movie. With every blink, the scene changed.
*blink*
Billy running across the beach, surfboard still attached to his ankle. Yelling at the top of his lungs, “Dommie! It was the most amazing wave ever!” Just like he did after ever wave. Running straight to Dom, tripping and falling face first into the sand, then looking up and grinning with sand covered cheeks his eyes still sparkling from adrenaline.
*blink*
Billy’s body clinging to his own. The vein in Billy’s forehead pulsing with passion, hair matted to his forehead.
“So right, Dommie. Never stop.”
*blink*
“Dommie, I love you.”
Dom’s own silence followed. Questions flooding his head. What if it all fell through? What happens if love leaves? What happens if we can’t take the pressure?
“Dommie?...Dommie, please.”
This isn’t right, Dom’s conscience screamed, this is weird. Why can’t I say it back?
“For fuck’s sake, Dom! Say something!”
…but he couldn’t.
*blink*
Billy’s face shadowed with hurt. “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you, Dominic.”
Dom sitting on the couch still silent. “Love you, Bills!” he wanted to say. So scared. “Bills,” screaming in hishead.
”Yeah, see you.” Dom said out loud.
And that’s where the movie ends with Dom alone on the couch sitting in the dark living room wishing. Wishing he hadn’t questioned. Wishing he’d said it back. Wishing he had heeded to Billy’s advice. Wishing…and then laughing. Loud, bellowing laughs that reverberated off the walls. Laughter that came from no where and ended as quickly as it came.
“Billy once said laughter is tears turned inside out.” Dom said quietly as the first tears slipped down his cheeks.
Years after it all began, when New Zealand is so hazy it is hard to decipher fact from fiction, someone would ask about he and Billy. Was it like any other ordinary love story?
“Ordinary? No.” Dom would say. “Our love was anything but ordinary. Our love was like….a unicorn.” and smile.
Rating: Pg-ish...maybe
Author: EvanOnEarth
Feedback: Would love it. It only helps me out!
Disclaimer: I'm just a poor high school kid who gets her kicks by talkin' bout gay men. If ya wanna sue, ya can but all I can give ya is a cookie.
Summary: Laughter is tears turned inside out.
A/N: Big, big thanks to
jesslotr and desire_billy for they betas. And I dedicate this to desire_billy because 1.) her stuff is super amazing and 2.) she really encouraged me! So yay for you!A/N numbre deux: I posted this on
monaboyd like a week ago or something and realized hey, I didn't post it here. So here it is. But you may have read it.Dom never considered himself gay. He just didn’t find it weird to show affection to a guy. Back home in Manchester, it was nothing to sling an arm around another guy’s waist or chastely kiss each other’s lips. But in America he couldn’t even touch a guy’s arm to get his attention without being considered more gay than Liberace. To Dom, that was weird.
Billy once said that being comfortable in your own skin was the most important thing in life. Dom liked that, and he stood beside what Billy said, and everything he believed in. Of course Billy had also said that he was born Scottish and turned into Smashed-ish at the age of eight when he ran full force into his Nan’s sliding glass door. Then again, Billy was smashed when he told that story, so maybe that one didn’t count.
“Gay and straight are just labels, Dommie. Labels are confining and you shouldn’t be confined in your own life. Just be you and you’ll never have any worries,” Billy had said one night when Dom asked his view on sexuality. Billy was right. The only thing that mattered was that Dom was happy, and being happy wasn’t weird at all.
So, it wasn’t weird when Billy grabbed Dom’s hand under the table at a pub one night. It wasn’t weird when he kissed Billy and their tongues meshed easily. And when things progressed from drunken snogging sessions into sober cuddling and occasional hand jobs, which then led to the most intense love making Dom had ever experienced, it was totally natural. It was right to him and he didn’t question it. Questions ruin perfection and what Dom had with Billy was just that. Perfection.
In the living room, alone in the dark, Dom realizes that perfection is like a unicorn. So mythical and magical that you don’t believe it’s real until you see it with your own eyes and touch it with your own hands. Then, just as quickly as it appears, it is gone, disappearing into the mists and leaving you wondering if it was really there at all.
The whole thing ran through Dom’s mind like an old movie. With every blink, the scene changed.
*blink*
Billy running across the beach, surfboard still attached to his ankle. Yelling at the top of his lungs, “Dommie! It was the most amazing wave ever!” Just like he did after ever wave. Running straight to Dom, tripping and falling face first into the sand, then looking up and grinning with sand covered cheeks his eyes still sparkling from adrenaline.
*blink*
Billy’s body clinging to his own. The vein in Billy’s forehead pulsing with passion, hair matted to his forehead.
“So right, Dommie. Never stop.”
*blink*
“Dommie, I love you.”
Dom’s own silence followed. Questions flooding his head. What if it all fell through? What happens if love leaves? What happens if we can’t take the pressure?
“Dommie?...Dommie, please.”
This isn’t right, Dom’s conscience screamed, this is weird. Why can’t I say it back?
“For fuck’s sake, Dom! Say something!”
…but he couldn’t.
*blink*
Billy’s face shadowed with hurt. “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you, Dominic.”
Dom sitting on the couch still silent. “Love you, Bills!” he wanted to say. So scared. “Bills,” screaming in hishead.
”Yeah, see you.” Dom said out loud.
And that’s where the movie ends with Dom alone on the couch sitting in the dark living room wishing. Wishing he hadn’t questioned. Wishing he’d said it back. Wishing he had heeded to Billy’s advice. Wishing…and then laughing. Loud, bellowing laughs that reverberated off the walls. Laughter that came from no where and ended as quickly as it came.
“Billy once said laughter is tears turned inside out.” Dom said quietly as the first tears slipped down his cheeks.
Years after it all began, when New Zealand is so hazy it is hard to decipher fact from fiction, someone would ask about he and Billy. Was it like any other ordinary love story?
“Ordinary? No.” Dom would say. “Our love was anything but ordinary. Our love was like….a unicorn.” and smile.
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However, I would caution against making such a broad statement as you have done in the first paragraph. It might be misinterpretated by certain people (namely the people who are Brits) and some might take offence to it.
Just a thought. :D
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Lovely!
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Back home in Manchester, it was nothing to sling an arm around another guy’s waist or chastely kiss each other’s lips.
Is that true?