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Title: Feels Like Home (2/2)
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jettabug
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and reference to slash
Feedback: It's my drug of choice!
Author's Notes: Don't know if I like this. Lyrics belong to Chantal Kreviazuk
Summary: Billy feels like home to Dom.
Feels Like Home
by Jenna
Billy kept his eyes firmly on Dom’s form as he adjusted the microphone stand and his eyes swept the crowd nervously.
Elijah patted Orlando on the back and shot him a ‘job well done’ look, and they both ordered beers.
Dominic Monaghan tightened the mic stand nervously, his palms sweaty and his heart beating painfully fast. He had no idea what had possessed him to think of this, but he was seriously regretting his choice of such a public display.
He closed his hand around the microphone and leant into the space a little more.
Something in your eyes makes me want to lose myself.
Makes me want to lose myself in your arms.
There’s something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast.
Hope this feelings lasts, for the rest of my life.
Billy gasped. He knew the song, he’d heard it before. It had been playing in Fidel’s, the first time he and Dom had ever eaten there together. Billy remembered nodding his head along to the beautiful lyrics.
Just weeks later, Dom gave him a blank CD, told him to listen to it when he was alone. On the CD was the song, and a special voice recorded message from Dom himself.
But now, as Billy’s eyes were trained to Dom as he echoed the lyrics Billy had found so beautiful and magical, tears began to fill his eyes.
If you knew, how lonely my life has been.
And how long I’ve been so alone.
If you knew how I wanted someone to come along.
And change my life the way you’ve done.
Dom felt the music take over his body and he removed the microphone from its holder and stood up, pressing his eyes shut.
It feels like home, to me,
It feels like home to me.
It feels like I’m all the way back where I come from.
It feels like home, to me,
It feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong.
The music flowed through his veins like a drug, propelling his voice loudly across the room. He sang each and every word for Billy.
A window breaks down the long dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I’m alright, cause I’ve have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light.
If you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I’ve waited for your touch.
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought I’d love anyone so much.
Tears dripped down Billy’s face, hitting the wooden tabletop and settling there in pools of conflict.
What did this mean?
Why was Dom singing this song?
Why was Dom singing at all?
Billy couldn’t answer the questions, he couldn’t even begin to think of the answers. He was more confused than ever.
“This is…” he murmured.
“What, mate?” Orlando asked.
“What’s he doing?” Billy asked softly as Dom sang.
“He’s singing.”
Billy tore is eyes away to look at Elijah. “Thank you. Like I didn’t notice.”
“Don’t you get it?” Orlando asked.
“Get what?” Billy demanded, his eyes floating back to Dom on the stage.
“You feel like home to him, Bill.”
It feels like home, to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I come from
Dom opened his eyes slowly, afraid. Afraid that Billy wouldn’t be there when he looked up. Or that he’d be angry, or embarrassed.
But he was surprised to see Billy still at the table with Orlando and Elijah, staring up at him, cheeks wet with tears.
Dom mustered all his strength and belted out the last part of the chorus.
It feels like home, to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong.
The pub erupted in scattered applause.
Billy didn’t know what to do. His first instinct was to embrace Dom, who was climbing off the stage and headed for the table. His second instinct was to run.
He slid out of the booth and lurched towards the exit, throwing himself out onto the sidewalk, gulping in huge lungfuls of air. He stumbled along and sank to the concrete, resting his head on his knees.
This is all too much… he thought to himself as he sat on the cold pavement, his body being assaulted by the whipping wind that circled his body.
Tears stained the knees of his jeans, but Billy didn’t care. He couldn’t care. He just had to think, to decipher the thoughts whirring around in his head like a martini shaker.
“Bill?”
Billy lifted his head to look at Orlando.
“You ok?”
“Dandy,” Billy replied.
Orlando sank down next to him and handed him his jacket.
Billy took it gratefully and slipped his arms into the heavy black coat, hugging it tightly around his body.
“What was that all about, mate?” Orlando asked. “Honestly, not the reaction we were expecting.”
“I don’t know,” Billy admitted. “I just…I’m assuming you know the whole story.”
“Kinda,” Orlando revealed, blowing into his hands for warmth.
“It’s a little bit much. This morning, I thought I’d fucked everything up and now…I’m more confused than ever.”
Orlando nodded. “What are you confused about?”
Billy sighed, his breath appearing before him. “That song…I love it, and Dom knows that, but then the look on his face this morning…I never expected I’d talk to him again, and then he shows up and sings that song…I don’t know what this means.”
Orlando shrugged. “Maybe you should talk to him.”
Billy shook his head. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” Dom said from behind him, causing Billy to jump slightly. “Just listen.”
Orlando got up and brushed his jeans off. He clapped Dom on the shoulder as he walked past and back into the bar.
Billy shifted nervously as Dom sank down beside him, bundled in his jacket and beanie.
“Hi,” he said softly, pulling his knees up against his chest.
“Hi,” Billy echoed softly, looking down at his hands.
“We haven’t really talked much today, have we?”
Billy shook his head, not trusting his words.
“And I guess I kinda freaked you out in there?”
“Not really,” Billy murmured. “Just…confused me.”
“How?”
“What does this mean, Dom?” Billy took a deep breath and summoned the courage to look up at him. “Because the way you looked at me this morning, I never expected to talk to you again, let alone have you sing that song…”
Dom shifted. “I’m sorry about this morning, Bill. I was in shock, I guess. You took me by surprise and I reacted badly. I’m sorry.”
“You had every right to be shocked. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Dom frowned. “Did you want to?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Then you don’t have to apologise for it.”
It was Billy’s turn to frown. “I’m so…”
“…conflicted?” Dom offered.
Billy managed a small smile. “Yeah. Conflicted.”
“I guess I should explain.”
Billy nodded.
Dom drew in a deep breath. “This morning was…surreal. Not weird, but…surreal. You just kissed me and I was kissing you back and it felt so natural, I guess I freaked. I’ve kept my feelings about you locked up for so long now.”
“You’re feelings for me?” Billy asked softly.
Dom smiled. “Yeah Bills. I can’t go a day without thinking about you. And I walked away from you this morning feeling like shit, because you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. Then I was listening to some CD’s, and all of a sudden, I was listening to that song…and realised just how much it was saying.”
“So you got Elijah and Orli to get me here with some stupid story about Orli meeting some man on the Internet.”
“Huh?” Dom inquired, frowning.
“Nothing,” Billy told him.
“Ok.” He exhaled loudly. “That song…you love it so much and it describes so much…something you said this morning really triggered something in my brain. You said that ‘it feels like home when I’m with you’, and it got me thinking about how right you were. About how comfortable and at home we are with each other.”
Billy reached out and took Dom’s ungloved hands in his tentatively.
“I must’ve listened to that song five or six times, and then it hit me. It’s our song, Bills. It’s like it was written for us. Listening to it made me realise why that song mattered so much. It mattered because it was exactly how I feel about you. Does this make any sense?”
“Yeah, it does,” Billy said softly.
“I just lived my life for so long not letting anyone get too close. And then I met you and all of a sudden, we were the same person. We could talk to each other about anything and everything, we could share a bed without being weird and we could hug and kiss each other and be fine. Without even knowing it, I’d let you into my heart, and at first that scared me. Because I never used to let anyone see the real me, but then there you were, reading my thoughts, knowing me so well. I didn’t get that letting you in was ok until this morning. Until you kissed me.”
“Dom I—“
“No, wait,” Dom said, placing a finger to Billy’s lips. “I just need to say all this. I need to say that letting you in, letting you know me has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me and that knowing you is a magical gift, Bills. I just, I love you so much and—“
Billy placed his lips to Dom’s in a passionate kiss. His hands made their way around Dom’s neck and pulled him close.
Billy pulled away slightly. “I love you, Dommie,” he said against Dom’s lips.
“This feels like home, Bill. You’re my home.”
Cross posted to:jettabug, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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: Don't know if I like this. Lyrics belong to Chantal Kreviazuk
Summary: Billy feels like home to Dom.
by Jenna
Billy kept his eyes firmly on Dom’s form as he adjusted the microphone stand and his eyes swept the crowd nervously.
Elijah patted Orlando on the back and shot him a ‘job well done’ look, and they both ordered beers.
Dominic Monaghan tightened the mic stand nervously, his palms sweaty and his heart beating painfully fast. He had no idea what had possessed him to think of this, but he was seriously regretting his choice of such a public display.
He closed his hand around the microphone and leant into the space a little more.
Something in your eyes makes me want to lose myself.
Makes me want to lose myself in your arms.
There’s something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast.
Hope this feelings lasts, for the rest of my life.
Billy gasped. He knew the song, he’d heard it before. It had been playing in Fidel’s, the first time he and Dom had ever eaten there together. Billy remembered nodding his head along to the beautiful lyrics.
Just weeks later, Dom gave him a blank CD, told him to listen to it when he was alone. On the CD was the song, and a special voice recorded message from Dom himself.
But now, as Billy’s eyes were trained to Dom as he echoed the lyrics Billy had found so beautiful and magical, tears began to fill his eyes.
If you knew, how lonely my life has been.
And how long I’ve been so alone.
If you knew how I wanted someone to come along.
And change my life the way you’ve done.
Dom felt the music take over his body and he removed the microphone from its holder and stood up, pressing his eyes shut.
It feels like home, to me,
It feels like home to me.
It feels like I’m all the way back where I come from.
It feels like home, to me,
It feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong.
The music flowed through his veins like a drug, propelling his voice loudly across the room. He sang each and every word for Billy.
A window breaks down the long dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I’m alright, cause I’ve have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light.
If you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I’ve waited for your touch.
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought I’d love anyone so much.
Tears dripped down Billy’s face, hitting the wooden tabletop and settling there in pools of conflict.
What did this mean?
Why was Dom singing this song?
Why was Dom singing at all?
Billy couldn’t answer the questions, he couldn’t even begin to think of the answers. He was more confused than ever.
“This is…” he murmured.
“What, mate?” Orlando asked.
“What’s he doing?” Billy asked softly as Dom sang.
“He’s singing.”
Billy tore is eyes away to look at Elijah. “Thank you. Like I didn’t notice.”
“Don’t you get it?” Orlando asked.
“Get what?” Billy demanded, his eyes floating back to Dom on the stage.
“You feel like home to him, Bill.”
It feels like home, to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I come from
Dom opened his eyes slowly, afraid. Afraid that Billy wouldn’t be there when he looked up. Or that he’d be angry, or embarrassed.
But he was surprised to see Billy still at the table with Orlando and Elijah, staring up at him, cheeks wet with tears.
Dom mustered all his strength and belted out the last part of the chorus.
It feels like home, to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong.
The pub erupted in scattered applause.
Billy didn’t know what to do. His first instinct was to embrace Dom, who was climbing off the stage and headed for the table. His second instinct was to run.
He slid out of the booth and lurched towards the exit, throwing himself out onto the sidewalk, gulping in huge lungfuls of air. He stumbled along and sank to the concrete, resting his head on his knees.
This is all too much… he thought to himself as he sat on the cold pavement, his body being assaulted by the whipping wind that circled his body.
Tears stained the knees of his jeans, but Billy didn’t care. He couldn’t care. He just had to think, to decipher the thoughts whirring around in his head like a martini shaker.
“Bill?”
Billy lifted his head to look at Orlando.
“You ok?”
“Dandy,” Billy replied.
Orlando sank down next to him and handed him his jacket.
Billy took it gratefully and slipped his arms into the heavy black coat, hugging it tightly around his body.
“What was that all about, mate?” Orlando asked. “Honestly, not the reaction we were expecting.”
“I don’t know,” Billy admitted. “I just…I’m assuming you know the whole story.”
“Kinda,” Orlando revealed, blowing into his hands for warmth.
“It’s a little bit much. This morning, I thought I’d fucked everything up and now…I’m more confused than ever.”
Orlando nodded. “What are you confused about?”
Billy sighed, his breath appearing before him. “That song…I love it, and Dom knows that, but then the look on his face this morning…I never expected I’d talk to him again, and then he shows up and sings that song…I don’t know what this means.”
Orlando shrugged. “Maybe you should talk to him.”
Billy shook his head. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” Dom said from behind him, causing Billy to jump slightly. “Just listen.”
Orlando got up and brushed his jeans off. He clapped Dom on the shoulder as he walked past and back into the bar.
Billy shifted nervously as Dom sank down beside him, bundled in his jacket and beanie.
“Hi,” he said softly, pulling his knees up against his chest.
“Hi,” Billy echoed softly, looking down at his hands.
“We haven’t really talked much today, have we?”
Billy shook his head, not trusting his words.
“And I guess I kinda freaked you out in there?”
“Not really,” Billy murmured. “Just…confused me.”
“How?”
“What does this mean, Dom?” Billy took a deep breath and summoned the courage to look up at him. “Because the way you looked at me this morning, I never expected to talk to you again, let alone have you sing that song…”
Dom shifted. “I’m sorry about this morning, Bill. I was in shock, I guess. You took me by surprise and I reacted badly. I’m sorry.”
“You had every right to be shocked. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Dom frowned. “Did you want to?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Then you don’t have to apologise for it.”
It was Billy’s turn to frown. “I’m so…”
“…conflicted?” Dom offered.
Billy managed a small smile. “Yeah. Conflicted.”
“I guess I should explain.”
Billy nodded.
Dom drew in a deep breath. “This morning was…surreal. Not weird, but…surreal. You just kissed me and I was kissing you back and it felt so natural, I guess I freaked. I’ve kept my feelings about you locked up for so long now.”
“You’re feelings for me?” Billy asked softly.
Dom smiled. “Yeah Bills. I can’t go a day without thinking about you. And I walked away from you this morning feeling like shit, because you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. Then I was listening to some CD’s, and all of a sudden, I was listening to that song…and realised just how much it was saying.”
“So you got Elijah and Orli to get me here with some stupid story about Orli meeting some man on the Internet.”
“Huh?” Dom inquired, frowning.
“Nothing,” Billy told him.
“Ok.” He exhaled loudly. “That song…you love it so much and it describes so much…something you said this morning really triggered something in my brain. You said that ‘it feels like home when I’m with you’, and it got me thinking about how right you were. About how comfortable and at home we are with each other.”
Billy reached out and took Dom’s ungloved hands in his tentatively.
“I must’ve listened to that song five or six times, and then it hit me. It’s our song, Bills. It’s like it was written for us. Listening to it made me realise why that song mattered so much. It mattered because it was exactly how I feel about you. Does this make any sense?”
“Yeah, it does,” Billy said softly.
“I just lived my life for so long not letting anyone get too close. And then I met you and all of a sudden, we were the same person. We could talk to each other about anything and everything, we could share a bed without being weird and we could hug and kiss each other and be fine. Without even knowing it, I’d let you into my heart, and at first that scared me. Because I never used to let anyone see the real me, but then there you were, reading my thoughts, knowing me so well. I didn’t get that letting you in was ok until this morning. Until you kissed me.”
“Dom I—“
“No, wait,” Dom said, placing a finger to Billy’s lips. “I just need to say all this. I need to say that letting you in, letting you know me has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me and that knowing you is a magical gift, Bills. I just, I love you so much and—“
Billy placed his lips to Dom’s in a passionate kiss. His hands made their way around Dom’s neck and pulled him close.
Billy pulled away slightly. “I love you, Dommie,” he said against Dom’s lips.
“This feels like home, Bill. You’re my home.”
Cross posted to:
jettabug, monaboyd & fellow_shippers