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boxcarglamour.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-02-24 12:17 am
[Sinatra's Singing Summer Wind, DM/BB, PG]
Title|Sinatra's Singing Summer Wind
Rating|PG (implied adult theme)
Author|![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
boxcarglamour
Pairing|Monaboyd
Summary|Songfic; Dom wants Billy back.
Disclaimer|I'm a liar, lair pants on fire. Summer Wind Was Always Our Song belongs to Kris Roe and the Ataris*.
Dominic inhaled a deep breath; his head fell back against the back of the couch; eyes closing tightly. Tears slipped through his closed lids, sliding down the curve of his cheeks, hitting the corners of his lips. They were salty. Three days, ten hours, fourteen minutes had passed since Billy closed the door to Dominic’s life and love.
These break up songs make sense again.
And I really wish they didn’t.
Sinatra’s singing Summer Wind
And I’m thinking of the night we met.
He had stepped off the plane in New Zealand. There had been a party that night; Peter wanted to cast members to become acquainted with each other. Dom remembered Billy’s shy smile and his drunken giggles. They had connected almost immediately. Dom would never forget that night. That night had changed his life forever.
They had spent the next three years together. New Zealand was beautiful; lunch at Fidel’s Café for lunch was always Dom’s favorite time of day. “Second breakfast,” he had declared on more than one occasion.
Just one last time
Can I hear you say
“You’re my little boy
I never want you to go away.”
They were laying in Billy’s bed in Scotland. Dominic had managed to steal away for a quiet weekend in Glasgow, well, except the nights at the pubs (but that’s another story). Dominic was curled around Billy, Billy’s finger running through his light brown locks. Dom’s eyes were falling closed, though he was trying to stay awake.
“Can we stay like this forever?” Billy’s voice was quiet, dreamy to Dom.
Dom had only smiled, pressing a kiss against Billy’s chest before he let his chin rest on Billy’s chest and looked up to his best friend, and lover. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“I never want you to go away, Dom.”
“Ditto.” Then they had kissed.
But Billy didn’t make the same promise that Dom had made to him that night in Glasgow. Billy was gone. He had walked out of Dominic’s life.
Dom inhaled a deep breath, ragged and choked. He didn’t want to think about it, he couldn’t think about it anymore. Billy had broken his heart and there was no way that it would ever be repaired.
Where are you?
Please believe in me.
I’m not hanging up the phone
Till I hear you say…
Dominic had called Billy in Scotland. He had called him on his cell phone. He had called him when Billy was in LA for an awards show. He had called him in England when he was visiting Orlando. They had talked, but only for minutes. It was strained conversation. Dominic tried not to cry, tried not to beg Billy to come back home. Billy had been quiet, awkward. Dominic had no idea what he was thinking; he would have paid any amount of money to know what thoughts were going through Billy’s head during those phone conversations.
They always ended with a strained “’See you around’,” or “’Bye, mate’.” But nothing more than that. It was never what Dom wanted to hear, and he only hung up when he heard the dial tone signifying that Billy had hung up minutes ago.
…”I love you
I need you near.”
Just give me one last chance
And I’ll never let you down again.
“I love you, Bill.” Dom’s words were nearly breathless in the phone. Silent tears were streaming down his cheeks as he held the phone close to his face. His hands were shaking - his entire body was shaking. “Please come home.”
The only sound on the other end of the receiver was a slight crackling noise from static. Dom’s eyes shut tightly; he could barely hear Billy breathing.
“Billy?”
“I can’t, Dom. Not yet. Please--”
But Dom didn’t hear what else Billy had to say. He dropped the phone, disconnecting the line from New York to Scotland direct.
Oh and what I wouldn’t give
Just to kiss your lips again
To hold your hand next to my heart
And wake up with you in your apartment.
Dom curled up against the pillows of the bed. The bed he and Billy had bought together a year ago. They wanted something bigger. With rods so that their handcuffs and silk ties would be more useful. Now, he lay on that bed alone with his body curled around a pillow that smelled distinctly of Billy - his cologne and sweat. Dom cried into that pillow.
All he could think about was all of those times when he and Billy would lay on the bed, or on the couch, fingers intertwined against each other, leaving soft kisses on random parts of skin. The “sleepovers” that they would share and the remembrance of how it felt to wake up in Billy’s apartment in Scotland and snuggling closer to him because it was so cold.
Dom wanted to have those times back again - the hugging, the snuggling, the kissing, and the waking.
Just one last time
Can I call you my sweetheart?
My best friend?
Why do all good things have to come to an end?
“Dear Billy,
I’m writing you this letter because it’s too hard for me to talk to you on the phone. I miss you. I love you. You’ll always be the only person for me. You’re always going to be my sweetheart, my best friend. You’re always going to be my everything - even if we’re a world apart. Even if you can’t be mine. I’m always going to be yours.
You have my heart.
Dominic.”
The letter was mailed on Monday morning in the post. Express to Scotland.
Two weeks later, Dom’s cell phone rang. He didn’t answer it when it showed Billy’s name on the caller ID. Instead, he just watched it ring. He never listened to Billy’s message, asking if he could come back home. He never got to hear Billy’s apology or his tears. He deleted the message without listening to it.
Dom still wonders why the best thing in his life had to come to an end.
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monaboyd fellow_shippers
Rating|PG (implied adult theme)
Author|
boxcarglamourPairing|Monaboyd
Summary|Songfic; Dom wants Billy back.
Disclaimer|I'm a liar, lair pants on fire. Summer Wind Was Always Our Song belongs to Kris Roe and the Ataris*.
Dominic inhaled a deep breath; his head fell back against the back of the couch; eyes closing tightly. Tears slipped through his closed lids, sliding down the curve of his cheeks, hitting the corners of his lips. They were salty. Three days, ten hours, fourteen minutes had passed since Billy closed the door to Dominic’s life and love.
These break up songs make sense again.
And I really wish they didn’t.
Sinatra’s singing Summer Wind
And I’m thinking of the night we met.
He had stepped off the plane in New Zealand. There had been a party that night; Peter wanted to cast members to become acquainted with each other. Dom remembered Billy’s shy smile and his drunken giggles. They had connected almost immediately. Dom would never forget that night. That night had changed his life forever.
They had spent the next three years together. New Zealand was beautiful; lunch at Fidel’s Café for lunch was always Dom’s favorite time of day. “Second breakfast,” he had declared on more than one occasion.
Just one last time
Can I hear you say
“You’re my little boy
I never want you to go away.”
They were laying in Billy’s bed in Scotland. Dominic had managed to steal away for a quiet weekend in Glasgow, well, except the nights at the pubs (but that’s another story). Dominic was curled around Billy, Billy’s finger running through his light brown locks. Dom’s eyes were falling closed, though he was trying to stay awake.
“Can we stay like this forever?” Billy’s voice was quiet, dreamy to Dom.
Dom had only smiled, pressing a kiss against Billy’s chest before he let his chin rest on Billy’s chest and looked up to his best friend, and lover. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“I never want you to go away, Dom.”
“Ditto.” Then they had kissed.
But Billy didn’t make the same promise that Dom had made to him that night in Glasgow. Billy was gone. He had walked out of Dominic’s life.
Dom inhaled a deep breath, ragged and choked. He didn’t want to think about it, he couldn’t think about it anymore. Billy had broken his heart and there was no way that it would ever be repaired.
Where are you?
Please believe in me.
I’m not hanging up the phone
Till I hear you say…
Dominic had called Billy in Scotland. He had called him on his cell phone. He had called him when Billy was in LA for an awards show. He had called him in England when he was visiting Orlando. They had talked, but only for minutes. It was strained conversation. Dominic tried not to cry, tried not to beg Billy to come back home. Billy had been quiet, awkward. Dominic had no idea what he was thinking; he would have paid any amount of money to know what thoughts were going through Billy’s head during those phone conversations.
They always ended with a strained “’See you around’,” or “’Bye, mate’.” But nothing more than that. It was never what Dom wanted to hear, and he only hung up when he heard the dial tone signifying that Billy had hung up minutes ago.
…”I love you
I need you near.”
Just give me one last chance
And I’ll never let you down again.
“I love you, Bill.” Dom’s words were nearly breathless in the phone. Silent tears were streaming down his cheeks as he held the phone close to his face. His hands were shaking - his entire body was shaking. “Please come home.”
The only sound on the other end of the receiver was a slight crackling noise from static. Dom’s eyes shut tightly; he could barely hear Billy breathing.
“Billy?”
“I can’t, Dom. Not yet. Please--”
But Dom didn’t hear what else Billy had to say. He dropped the phone, disconnecting the line from New York to Scotland direct.
Oh and what I wouldn’t give
Just to kiss your lips again
To hold your hand next to my heart
And wake up with you in your apartment.
Dom curled up against the pillows of the bed. The bed he and Billy had bought together a year ago. They wanted something bigger. With rods so that their handcuffs and silk ties would be more useful. Now, he lay on that bed alone with his body curled around a pillow that smelled distinctly of Billy - his cologne and sweat. Dom cried into that pillow.
All he could think about was all of those times when he and Billy would lay on the bed, or on the couch, fingers intertwined against each other, leaving soft kisses on random parts of skin. The “sleepovers” that they would share and the remembrance of how it felt to wake up in Billy’s apartment in Scotland and snuggling closer to him because it was so cold.
Dom wanted to have those times back again - the hugging, the snuggling, the kissing, and the waking.
Just one last time
Can I call you my sweetheart?
My best friend?
Why do all good things have to come to an end?
“Dear Billy,
I’m writing you this letter because it’s too hard for me to talk to you on the phone. I miss you. I love you. You’ll always be the only person for me. You’re always going to be my sweetheart, my best friend. You’re always going to be my everything - even if we’re a world apart. Even if you can’t be mine. I’m always going to be yours.
You have my heart.
Dominic.”
The letter was mailed on Monday morning in the post. Express to Scotland.
Two weeks later, Dom’s cell phone rang. He didn’t answer it when it showed Billy’s name on the caller ID. Instead, he just watched it ring. He never listened to Billy’s message, asking if he could come back home. He never got to hear Billy’s apology or his tears. He deleted the message without listening to it.
Dom still wonders why the best thing in his life had to come to an end.
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