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Title: Feels Like Home (1/2)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jettabug
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and reference to slash
Feedback: It's my drug of choice!
Author's Notes: Wrote this not knowing what to write. Then I suddenly realised I had five pages of text.
Summary: Dom feels like home to Billy.
Feels Like Home
by Jenna
“Where is he?”
Elijah Wood stifled a giggle behind his hand and watched his friend turn repeatedly in his seat.
“Elijah! Where is he?!”
Elijah put his hand on his arm. “Calm down Billy, Jesus.”
Billy Boyd glared at his younger friend. “Look, I had a perfect evening planned, at home playing my guitar, but for some reason, you and Orlando, who hasn’t even bothered to show up, have dragged me out for some unknown reason and won’t tell me what it is!”
Elijah grinned. “Why Bill, are you angry?”
“Aye, I am. If Orlando isn’t here in the next ten minutes, I’m going to kill you, then leave.”
“Oh come on,” Elijah said, rolling his eyes. “Just be patient.”
Billy leant back against the soft torn leather of the booth in Excalibur, the best bar in Wellington. His fingers pulled at the napkin he had in his hands, tearing it to shreds.
It had been a long day, a very long, complicated day. A treacherous filming schedule, little to no rest or breaks, and oh yes…the sticky situation of him kissing his best friend behind the make-up trailer.
“Evening gents,” Orlando greeted, sliding into the booth. He took in Billy’s sour greeting. “Someone doesn’t look too impressed.”
Elijah nodded and mouthed ‘PMS’ and Orlando chuckled.
“What’s going on, Orli? I just want to go home.”
“I know,” Orlando said. “But you can’t. You have to stay here.”
“Why?”
“Uh…because.”
“Because why?” Billy asked, quickly becoming frustrated.
“Uh…you tell him, Lij.”
Elijah’s eyes widened. “Um, because…Orlando is meeting a girl here…who he met on the Internet…”
“What?” Billy demanded.
Elijah nodded enthusiastically. “But Orli thinks it might be a man, so he wanted us to sorta tag along, so if it is a man, we can help him bail.”
Orlando knitted his eyebrows together and looked at Elijah. “What?”
“Remember…Lucy?”
Orlando’s frown deepened. “Stacy. Not Lucy, dumbass.”
“Whatever,” Elijah retorted. “So that’s why we’re here.”
“So why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?”
“Wasn’t sure if Orli wanted you to know.”
Billy sighed. “What’s really going on here?”
Orlando signalled a waitress and she came over and took their drink orders.
“It’s nothing, Bill.”
Billy frowned at Orlando as the waitress walked away. “Bullshit. If this is some elaborate joke on my part, I will quite possibly kill both of you.”
“No joke, we swear,” Elijah said, putting his hands up in mock defence. “Just trust us.”
“Elijah, I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”
“Hey, that’s not too nice!” Orlando exclaimed as the waitress returned with their beers.
“Whatever,” Billy responded. “This man/woman better get here soon so I can go home.”
He sunk back into the leather once again, leaving his beer untouched, a sour look on his face. I don’t want to be here, he thought to himself, crossing his arms over his chest. He wanted to be at home playing sad, depressing songs on his guitar, reminding himself how badly he’d fucked everything up with his best friend.
Billy could barely remember how it all came together.
He remembered getting up that morning, driving to the set, and traipsing through the desolate gravel area set up with all the make up and costume trailers. It was a vivid image, but Billy could recall the events from there…
“Bill!”
Billy turned around. “Dom? What are you doing out here in the cold?”
Dom waved Billy over behind the make-up trailer. “Sshh! I’m hiding.”
Billy frowned. “From who?”
“Ella.”
“The make-up artist?”
Dom nodded, a smile on his face.
“And why are you doing that? You’re suddenly 5 again?”
“Ha ha,” Dom responded sarcastically, pulling Billy further behind the trailer. “I’m just messing with her, that’s all.”
“Do you do this often?” Billy asked, a bolt of electricity flying up his spine as Dom’s arm encircled his waist and pulled him closer to him behind the trailer.
“Sometimes. Before anyone else gets here.”
“Oh.”
Dom straightened up and let go of Billy. “What are you doing here this early anyway, Bills?”
Billy shrugged and sighed, watching his breath appear before him. “Just thought I’d get an early start.”
Dom nodded and took a look out from their hiding place. “There’s nothing like being here before everyone. Makes it feel like a ghost town or something.”
Billy nodded aimlessly, pulling his gloved hands from his pockets.
“Something wrong?” Dom asked suddenly, regarding Billy with a close look.
“Just the usual.”
“Oh?”
Billy looked up at Dom, into those grey eyes and felt his heart speed up just that little bit more. Their gaze was so tight, so trained, that Billy didn’t think he’d ever be able to look away ever again.
Dom reached out and put his hands on Billy’s shoulders. “Talk to me, mate.”
“I-I-uh…I don’t know, Dom.”
He smiled. “I think you do know, Billy boy.”
Billy licked his chapped lips and looked at Dom a little more closely. He had his grey beanie pulled down on his head, covering his hair, his cheeks were windblown and his favourite scarf was wound around his neck.
“I just feel conflicted, that’s all.”
“’Bout what?”
“You.”
Dom smiled. “What about me?”
Billy shifted from one foot to the other on the crunchy gravel. “Everything about you conflicts me, Dom.”
“That doesn’t sound too good.”
“No, I don’t mean it like that,” Billy said quickly. “I just mean…you make me feel a lot of things.”
“Where’s this going, Bill? Just talk to me.”
“I just…feel so much when I’m with you. Even when I’m not with you…I feel, Dom.”
He frowned. “You do know that feeling is a good thing, right?”
Billy sighed and again his breath ballooned in front of his face. “It feels like home when I’m with you, Dom.”
“That’s nice of you to say.”
“But its more than that,” Billy confessed, words tumbling forth his lips like they had a mind of their own. “You just don’t know how much you mean to me…”
“How much?”
“A lot,” Billy confessed. He blinked, watching Dom’s face. His eyes seemed to be searching Billy’s and his lips were wet and inviting.
Billy leaned in, ever so slightly, Dom’s hands still on his shoulders, and placed a kiss on his lips.
He leant into Dom’s body, wrapping his jacketed arms around his waist, crushing their bodies together.
He pulled away after only a moment, the feeling of Dom’s lips on his sending white-hot heat to his brain.
Dom’s face displayed shock. “I should go find Ella…” he mumbled before moving out of Billy’s embrace, and walked off in the direction of voices from the cafeteria tent.
“Billy!”
“What?” Billy snapped back, irritated.
“Meow!” Elijah said, raising his eyebrows.
Orlando grinned and looked back to Billy. “You want another beer?” he pointed to the empty glass in front of Billy.
I don’t even remember drinking that, he thought to himself, and nodded yes to Orlando.
Elijah and Orlando talked amongst themselves, but Billy tuned out, his sole purpose of the evening to mope and feel sorry for himself.
“Here you go,” said a blonde waitress, setting down three fresh beers on their table.
Billy noticed she had grey eyes. Even in the smoky, dim-lit club, he could see the colour, and it made his heart wrench in pain. He might never get to look into grey eyes again.
“You ok, Bill? You’re nearly crying into your beer.”
“I’m fine,” Billy mumbled. “I need to go to the bathroom. Slide out, Lij.”
Elijah did as he was told and Billy slid out of the booth and stumbled towards the bathrooms, weaving his way through the bodies littering the pub and pushed his way into the male toilets.
He leaned up against the ceramic sink and took a few deep breaths before raising his head to look at his reflection.
His eyes betrayed the pain he felt. They screamed in unhappiness as they stared back at Billy.
He took another deep breath and turned the faucet on, and splashed his face with cold water, hoping to calm himself down.
Billy wiped his dripping face off on the coarse paper towels the bar provided and binned them, running his hands through his hair as he stood in front of the mirror.
Get it together, he told his reflection. Lij and Orli don’t need to know you’re problems. Go back out there and get it together.
He shot his reflection a morose look before making his way back to the booth, sliding in next to Elijah, who had slid around and was sitting next to Orlando.
“You ok?” Elijah asked, watching his friend with concern.
“Fine. Just…the smoke in the bar got to me.”
“Oh,” Elijah responded, stubbing out his clove in the ashtray. “Sorry man.”
Bill waved him off. “S’ok, mate.”
He turned his attention to the small stage against the wall of the club where a man was announcing Open Mic Night.
“You should do that one time, Billy,” Orlando suggested. “Get your music heard.”
Billy shook his head. “My music is for me.”
“Suit yourself,” Orlando replied as the man on stage stopped talking and gestured to the curtain.
The curtain opened and a man took to the stage, sitting down on the stool in front of the microphone.
Billy gaped. “Dom?”
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monaboyd & fellow_shippers
Author:
jettabugPairing: Monaboyd
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and reference to slash
Feedback: It's my drug of choice!
Author's Notes: Wrote this not knowing what to write. Then I suddenly realised I had five pages of text.
Summary: Dom feels like home to Billy.
by Jenna
“Where is he?”
Elijah Wood stifled a giggle behind his hand and watched his friend turn repeatedly in his seat.
“Elijah! Where is he?!”
Elijah put his hand on his arm. “Calm down Billy, Jesus.”
Billy Boyd glared at his younger friend. “Look, I had a perfect evening planned, at home playing my guitar, but for some reason, you and Orlando, who hasn’t even bothered to show up, have dragged me out for some unknown reason and won’t tell me what it is!”
Elijah grinned. “Why Bill, are you angry?”
“Aye, I am. If Orlando isn’t here in the next ten minutes, I’m going to kill you, then leave.”
“Oh come on,” Elijah said, rolling his eyes. “Just be patient.”
Billy leant back against the soft torn leather of the booth in Excalibur, the best bar in Wellington. His fingers pulled at the napkin he had in his hands, tearing it to shreds.
It had been a long day, a very long, complicated day. A treacherous filming schedule, little to no rest or breaks, and oh yes…the sticky situation of him kissing his best friend behind the make-up trailer.
“Evening gents,” Orlando greeted, sliding into the booth. He took in Billy’s sour greeting. “Someone doesn’t look too impressed.”
Elijah nodded and mouthed ‘PMS’ and Orlando chuckled.
“What’s going on, Orli? I just want to go home.”
“I know,” Orlando said. “But you can’t. You have to stay here.”
“Why?”
“Uh…because.”
“Because why?” Billy asked, quickly becoming frustrated.
“Uh…you tell him, Lij.”
Elijah’s eyes widened. “Um, because…Orlando is meeting a girl here…who he met on the Internet…”
“What?” Billy demanded.
Elijah nodded enthusiastically. “But Orli thinks it might be a man, so he wanted us to sorta tag along, so if it is a man, we can help him bail.”
Orlando knitted his eyebrows together and looked at Elijah. “What?”
“Remember…Lucy?”
Orlando’s frown deepened. “Stacy. Not Lucy, dumbass.”
“Whatever,” Elijah retorted. “So that’s why we’re here.”
“So why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?”
“Wasn’t sure if Orli wanted you to know.”
Billy sighed. “What’s really going on here?”
Orlando signalled a waitress and she came over and took their drink orders.
“It’s nothing, Bill.”
Billy frowned at Orlando as the waitress walked away. “Bullshit. If this is some elaborate joke on my part, I will quite possibly kill both of you.”
“No joke, we swear,” Elijah said, putting his hands up in mock defence. “Just trust us.”
“Elijah, I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”
“Hey, that’s not too nice!” Orlando exclaimed as the waitress returned with their beers.
“Whatever,” Billy responded. “This man/woman better get here soon so I can go home.”
He sunk back into the leather once again, leaving his beer untouched, a sour look on his face. I don’t want to be here, he thought to himself, crossing his arms over his chest. He wanted to be at home playing sad, depressing songs on his guitar, reminding himself how badly he’d fucked everything up with his best friend.
Billy could barely remember how it all came together.
He remembered getting up that morning, driving to the set, and traipsing through the desolate gravel area set up with all the make up and costume trailers. It was a vivid image, but Billy could recall the events from there…
“Bill!”
Billy turned around. “Dom? What are you doing out here in the cold?”
Dom waved Billy over behind the make-up trailer. “Sshh! I’m hiding.”
Billy frowned. “From who?”
“Ella.”
“The make-up artist?”
Dom nodded, a smile on his face.
“And why are you doing that? You’re suddenly 5 again?”
“Ha ha,” Dom responded sarcastically, pulling Billy further behind the trailer. “I’m just messing with her, that’s all.”
“Do you do this often?” Billy asked, a bolt of electricity flying up his spine as Dom’s arm encircled his waist and pulled him closer to him behind the trailer.
“Sometimes. Before anyone else gets here.”
“Oh.”
Dom straightened up and let go of Billy. “What are you doing here this early anyway, Bills?”
Billy shrugged and sighed, watching his breath appear before him. “Just thought I’d get an early start.”
Dom nodded and took a look out from their hiding place. “There’s nothing like being here before everyone. Makes it feel like a ghost town or something.”
Billy nodded aimlessly, pulling his gloved hands from his pockets.
“Something wrong?” Dom asked suddenly, regarding Billy with a close look.
“Just the usual.”
“Oh?”
Billy looked up at Dom, into those grey eyes and felt his heart speed up just that little bit more. Their gaze was so tight, so trained, that Billy didn’t think he’d ever be able to look away ever again.
Dom reached out and put his hands on Billy’s shoulders. “Talk to me, mate.”
“I-I-uh…I don’t know, Dom.”
He smiled. “I think you do know, Billy boy.”
Billy licked his chapped lips and looked at Dom a little more closely. He had his grey beanie pulled down on his head, covering his hair, his cheeks were windblown and his favourite scarf was wound around his neck.
“I just feel conflicted, that’s all.”
“’Bout what?”
“You.”
Dom smiled. “What about me?”
Billy shifted from one foot to the other on the crunchy gravel. “Everything about you conflicts me, Dom.”
“That doesn’t sound too good.”
“No, I don’t mean it like that,” Billy said quickly. “I just mean…you make me feel a lot of things.”
“Where’s this going, Bill? Just talk to me.”
“I just…feel so much when I’m with you. Even when I’m not with you…I feel, Dom.”
He frowned. “You do know that feeling is a good thing, right?”
Billy sighed and again his breath ballooned in front of his face. “It feels like home when I’m with you, Dom.”
“That’s nice of you to say.”
“But its more than that,” Billy confessed, words tumbling forth his lips like they had a mind of their own. “You just don’t know how much you mean to me…”
“How much?”
“A lot,” Billy confessed. He blinked, watching Dom’s face. His eyes seemed to be searching Billy’s and his lips were wet and inviting.
Billy leaned in, ever so slightly, Dom’s hands still on his shoulders, and placed a kiss on his lips.
He leant into Dom’s body, wrapping his jacketed arms around his waist, crushing their bodies together.
He pulled away after only a moment, the feeling of Dom’s lips on his sending white-hot heat to his brain.
Dom’s face displayed shock. “I should go find Ella…” he mumbled before moving out of Billy’s embrace, and walked off in the direction of voices from the cafeteria tent.
“Billy!”
“What?” Billy snapped back, irritated.
“Meow!” Elijah said, raising his eyebrows.
Orlando grinned and looked back to Billy. “You want another beer?” he pointed to the empty glass in front of Billy.
I don’t even remember drinking that, he thought to himself, and nodded yes to Orlando.
Elijah and Orlando talked amongst themselves, but Billy tuned out, his sole purpose of the evening to mope and feel sorry for himself.
“Here you go,” said a blonde waitress, setting down three fresh beers on their table.
Billy noticed she had grey eyes. Even in the smoky, dim-lit club, he could see the colour, and it made his heart wrench in pain. He might never get to look into grey eyes again.
“You ok, Bill? You’re nearly crying into your beer.”
“I’m fine,” Billy mumbled. “I need to go to the bathroom. Slide out, Lij.”
Elijah did as he was told and Billy slid out of the booth and stumbled towards the bathrooms, weaving his way through the bodies littering the pub and pushed his way into the male toilets.
He leaned up against the ceramic sink and took a few deep breaths before raising his head to look at his reflection.
His eyes betrayed the pain he felt. They screamed in unhappiness as they stared back at Billy.
He took another deep breath and turned the faucet on, and splashed his face with cold water, hoping to calm himself down.
Billy wiped his dripping face off on the coarse paper towels the bar provided and binned them, running his hands through his hair as he stood in front of the mirror.
Get it together, he told his reflection. Lij and Orli don’t need to know you’re problems. Go back out there and get it together.
He shot his reflection a morose look before making his way back to the booth, sliding in next to Elijah, who had slid around and was sitting next to Orlando.
“You ok?” Elijah asked, watching his friend with concern.
“Fine. Just…the smoke in the bar got to me.”
“Oh,” Elijah responded, stubbing out his clove in the ashtray. “Sorry man.”
Bill waved him off. “S’ok, mate.”
He turned his attention to the small stage against the wall of the club where a man was announcing Open Mic Night.
“You should do that one time, Billy,” Orlando suggested. “Get your music heard.”
Billy shook his head. “My music is for me.”
“Suit yourself,” Orlando replied as the man on stage stopped talking and gestured to the curtain.
The curtain opened and a man took to the stage, sitting down on the stool in front of the microphone.
Billy gaped. “Dom?”
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jettabug, monaboyd & fellow_shippers
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I love that.
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But still, great fic!