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Author:

tilney
Title: Three (Easy) Pieces
Disclaimer: So completely a figment of my imagination.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dom/Billy/Elijah. They are all there.
Summary: A night out. And in.
Author note:

greenapricot did an utterly shagadelic beta for this, big thanks to her. And I hope you like it. :)

Billy leaves the club's loo wiping his hands on the jeans he is wearing, which actually might be Dom's, now that he thinks about it. Billy smiles hazily and thinks, let's see what Dom keeps close to his—heart. He leans against the vibrating wall, digs his hands deep into pockets that are not his, and finds: a keyring with no key on it, a Sharpie, a lollipop wrapper, some change and a bead bracelet that he himself gave Dom - what? A year ago? Back in Wellington, though, that’s for sure. Billy sniffs with surprise and thinks, Oh, Dommie; and after thumbing the bracelet for a moment, stumbles through dense basslines back to their table, where Dom is sitting with his heel on the edge of his chair, thigh snug against his chest, telling Elijah some yarn, obscene, probably, judging by the faint flush on the wee one's cheeks, and the way he's hunched forward over his ashtray.

***

Elijah is sitting on the bed (Billy's home, reached by way of one distinctly unpleasant taxi ride, with nausea and dizziness and a sneering driver, whose back Dom kneed through the seat, his face all innocence), one foot tucked under himself and the other pigeon-toed on the floor; a steadily burning cigarette in his fingers, half-raised towards his mouth and forgotten. Elijah's a bit woozy – alright, quite woozy by now, uncountable shots crowding in his bloodstream – and he's gaping at Dom, who has an arm around Billy's neck and is almost hanging from him, dragging him down, knees buckling under the weight of a guffaw. Elijah watches Billy's crinkled eyes, blurred with alcohol and tears of laughter, and Dom's pliant fingers, silver glittering in the dim light; their bodies aligned with easy familiarity, and for support. Elijah follows the slide of Dom's hip against Billy's thigh as Dom doubles up, and wonders hazily whether Billy is as oblivious as he seems. Elijah is almost thankful when his cigarette burns down to his fingers and he can squeak and curse and make them stop that, and make himself stop looking.

***

Dom belches loudly when they're standing on Billy's driveway in the warm, middle-of-the-night wind, waiting for the taxi to roll slowly their way. 'Oh, sweet, Monaghan', says Elijah, chuckling. Dom puts a hand on his belly and answers in, what he hopes, is a very dignified voice: 'A sure sign that good fun's been had'. He whips his head around, too fast, too fast, careful there, to see that Billy and Elijah are nodding solemnly, mouths pressed tight against laughter.

The taxi grinds to a halt and Dom opens the door saying, 'Sleep well then, you bums', and hears Elijah, 'Yeah, you too, and thanks', and Billy, affectionately, 'Wanker'.

He slides incongruously to the backseat of the taxi and looks at them once more, only to have his glance hit emptiness. Lij has ducked his head tiredly, watching his fingers plucking at the hem of Billy's shirt, and Billy is already turning to walk Lij back to the house. The taxi lurches slowly forward and Dom's field of vision tilts sideways as he rests his temple against the clammy leather.

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Have I told you lately how much I love your writing? It really doesn't make any difference how many times I read it. It still love it (possibly more). It's just... *snogs*

XD

LOVEYOULOVEYOULOVEYOULOVEYOU eeeeeeeeeeeeee. Thank you. SO MUCH. Am not worthy. You're such a darling.

*snogs back*

i love your descriptions, i love the images you give us. dom's thigh close to his chest, elijah curved over his ashtray, elijah sitting on the bed, billy and dom unbalanced with laughter, dom entering the taxi. and all that's left unsaid. sometimes silence is so much more significant than words, and you've conveyed that beautifully here.

*hugz*

!!!

Your feedback=better than Haagen-Dazs. I'm so glad and flattered you don't think that the leaving-unsaid part does not make the whole fic obscure and babbling -_-. I was just thinking about them and clearly I was not cut out to be an RPS-er, because I CANNOT write them in an explicitly sexual way. UST, friendship, UST, innuendo, oh, and UST - are fine. And reading sex is fine. But I just can't see them having sex (boy, this sounds so crude). Just, no. Maybe it's for the lack of trying. But I love them, and want to write about them, so this is what you get. Inhibitions. :)))))

*pants with gratitude* Thank you. *twirls*

*chuckles* oh, honey, a lot of us start that way. i did, for instance. i could read about the sex all i wanted, but actually writing required a bit of effort. but steadily that block faded away and, after more than a year of trying, 'deliberation' popped out - my first proper nc-17. that said, <3 UST <333333 i love it, loveitloveitloveit. perhaps that comes from being an x-phile, but sometimes i appreciate insinuation more than the RST. you put it perfectly - UST, friendship, UST, innuendo, oh, and UST - that really makes me tick. *g*

But I love them, and want to write about them

and do keep writing, please! *hugz* ;)

I'm so thankful for your reassurance; I mean, I think I just need to wait for it to come. I was surprised, because I have written quite a lot in HP, and some of it quite explicit, and i thought I was all done with that. But maybe it's not the writing per se I'm not used to, just the new characters, so much less vivid than in HP.

UST, man. And XFiles presses all my UST buttons. Yis. *develops a craving* Mmm, Agent Scully. :))

Thank you so for the kind words. You are such a dear to encourage a newbie. *kisses*

I have read so much sadness lately!! And most of the suffering is from Dom's angle. Why do we like making pretty suffer so much???

whose back Dom kneed through the seat, his face all innocence I can see that happening.

He slides incongruously to the backseat of the taxi and looks at them once more, only to have his glance hit emptiness. Very vivid line. It makes me so sad because it is as though they were just waiting for him to leave! *huggles Dommie*

Very good. I liked very much.

Oh, but he's not suffering. I hoped that it wouldn't give the impression of suffering or mad love, because I hate hysteria and I wanted to make it sort of tepid. Do you really feel he is suffering? Hmmm. *ponders*

I don't know. Maybe we can't stand him being so bubbly and outrageus and have to make him miserable to make him more bearable:))? I don't know, really. I just wanted to convey this vague feeling of being not-really there, but not suffering...

He's a mischevious bastard, that one. And I love that!

Oooh, I see what you mean. I honestly wasn't driving at it, just the sort of feeling when you're drunk and tired and that makes you a bit careless, and that's why they walk away without glancing back. But still, *huggles Dommie* <- cos he's just asking for it, being so CUTE.

Thank you so!! I appreciate it very much.