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FIC: The First Time, VM/DM, VM/BB, DM/BB, VM/DM/BB PG-13
Title: The First Time
Author Name: Aralinde
Email: here
Site: Tooken
Pairing: VM/DM, VM/BB, DM/BB, VM/DM/BB
Rating: PG-13
Date: March 22nd.
Summary: Billy thinks briefly that this isn’t what he expected, at all—but he’s lying.
Disclaimer: I do not own these people (they own themselves). This is 100% fiction.
Notes: each section is a drabble of 100 words.
Note the second:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
danachan made me write this. Go, DANA!
Note the third: x-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fellow_shippers and aralinde.
The first time Dom kisses Viggo, it’s against his trailer. Dom pushes Viggo by his shoulders, and bites his lower lip just hard enough to let him know he’s there. He pushes his hips against Viggo, rough and impatient. This isn’t meant to be romantic. They tangle for what seems like hours, but is probably only a minute or two, before Viggo gently pushes him away with a crooked smile. He leaves without saying a word, leaving Dom leaning against the trailer. Dom refuses to look at Viggo’s back as he walks away. He places a finger against his lips.
**
The first time Billy kisses Viggo, it’s outside of that one pub with the absolutely awful décor—green and orange, of all things. Somehow, they’ve ended up in this alley, which smells like wet garbage, and Billy just pulls him close and kisses him softly on the lips. He keeps it light and easy—closed lips giving them impression of friendliness, slight pressure letting them know that it’s more than just friends. Viggo leans forward, just enough—just for a minute—before stepping back, hands raised, and going back in the bar. Billy leans against the damp wall and sighs.
**
The first time Viggo kisses Dom, they’ve been talking about his hands. Words are smeared on his skin, and Dom can’t even remember what they said this morning. He’s thinking aloud, head cocked to the side, when Viggo puts a hand around the back of his neck and pulls him close. Their lips meet across the café table, and Dom drops his Sharpie. Viggo’s hand is rough against his skin, and the air smells like coffee and vanilla and all sorts of things that almost remind him of Viggo, but not quite. He buys another pen on the way home.
**
The first time Viggo kisses Billy, Billy was half-asleep and trying to explain why being a morning person was better than sleeping the day away. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure what he was saying, and he has the suspicion that it was all bullshit. Maybe Viggo kissed him just to shut him up. Either way, he leaned down and his lips met Billy’s, and Billy decided to use his lips for something else. And by the time it was over, Billy wasn’t sleepy anymore, and had a lot more on his mind than morning people versus sleeping in.
**
The first time Dom kisses Billy, they’re on the couch, watching a Godzilla marathon. Billy’s startled by something on the screen, and Dom leans his forehead against Billy’s, teasing him about being a baby. And somehow, in the midst of these murmured insults, Dom’s lips get confused with Billy’s lips, and it’s alright. Billy tilts his head when he kisses, almost like he has questions. Kissing Billy is almost like kissing Viggo, for some reason, and Dom isn’t quite sure why. He leans back against the couch, and Billy throws popcorn at him. And rests his head on Dom’s shoulder.
**
The first time Billy kisses Dom is the next day, when Dom comes to his trailer to borrow a DVD. When he places it in Dom’s hands, Dom grins at him so cheekily, that he has to lean forward for a kiss. They sway just a little, kissing with their hands at their sides. Almost losing their balance, but not quite. When the kiss is over, Dom’s smile is softer, more sly. Kissing Dom is nothing like kissing Viggo—so Billy isn’t sure why kissing Viggo is even in his mind. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs.
**
The first time Dom sees Viggo kissing Billy, he doesn’t say anything. Just turns around and goes back the way he came. He wants to be mad, but he’s not. He’s hot and his fists are clenched as if in anger—but it’s not. He’s angry because he’s not angry, and that’s what makes no sense. He should feel cheated, but the only thing he feels is—left out. He wants to say something—to Viggo, to Billy—but doesn’t even know where to begin. He turns the stereo on when he gets home, as loud as he can stand.
**
The first time Billy sees Viggo kissing Dom, his mouth drops open in shock. This should explain things, but it doesn’t. This should be a surprise to him, but it isn’t. What it is, is—interesting. Which is the biggest surprise of all. Which explains—nothing. Billy closes the door to his trailer, feeling oddly excited, as if waiting for a birthday or Christmas. The kind of nervous excitement that keeps you up all night, because you know tomorrow will bring something wonderful. He leans back in his chair and wonders what tomorrow will bring for the three of them.
**
The first time Dom and Billy approach Viggo is the very next day, at his flat. He doesn’t seem surprised to see them—but what ever surprises Viggo?—and when Dom, impatient as always, kisses him on the mouth, Viggo’s eyes only flicker to Billy momentarily. It’s almost anticlimactic when Billy leans in for a kiss as well, but Viggo’s lips part slightly, as if to tell him there are no worries. Dom’s hand rests on the small of Billy’s back, as he kisses Billy’s neck. Billy thinks briefly that this isn’t what he expected, at all—but he’s lying.
**
The first time Viggo approaches Dom and Billy is the first time after the first time. He tells them to keep a night of the week free—perhaps tomorrow night? Dom looks away as he nods. He doesn’t want to seem too agreeable. He can hear the same thing in Billy’s voice when Dom calls to ask about his plans for tomorrow—mustn’t seem too eager. They have an unspoken agreement to save their eagerness for tomorrow night, when the pace gradually quickens until everything turns black and white and everything in between, and they sleep three to a bed.
**
Each time is the first time. Dom doesn’t want to think that each time could possibly be the last time. He tries not to think that far ahead. It doesn’t matter when the last time is.
Each time is the first time. Billy tries to remember the actual first time, but it’s turned to a blur of skin and look and touch. He tries not to think that far back. It doesn’t matter what the first time really was.
For Viggo, each time is the first time. Over and over, until a new first time presents itself. Over and over.
Author Name: Aralinde
Email: here
Site: Tooken
Pairing: VM/DM, VM/BB, DM/BB, VM/DM/BB
Rating: PG-13
Date: March 22nd.
Summary: Billy thinks briefly that this isn’t what he expected, at all—but he’s lying.
Disclaimer: I do not own these people (they own themselves). This is 100% fiction.
Notes: each section is a drabble of 100 words.
Note the second:
danachan made me write this. Go, DANA!Note the third: x-posted to
fellow_shippers and aralinde.The first time Dom kisses Viggo, it’s against his trailer. Dom pushes Viggo by his shoulders, and bites his lower lip just hard enough to let him know he’s there. He pushes his hips against Viggo, rough and impatient. This isn’t meant to be romantic. They tangle for what seems like hours, but is probably only a minute or two, before Viggo gently pushes him away with a crooked smile. He leaves without saying a word, leaving Dom leaning against the trailer. Dom refuses to look at Viggo’s back as he walks away. He places a finger against his lips.
**
The first time Billy kisses Viggo, it’s outside of that one pub with the absolutely awful décor—green and orange, of all things. Somehow, they’ve ended up in this alley, which smells like wet garbage, and Billy just pulls him close and kisses him softly on the lips. He keeps it light and easy—closed lips giving them impression of friendliness, slight pressure letting them know that it’s more than just friends. Viggo leans forward, just enough—just for a minute—before stepping back, hands raised, and going back in the bar. Billy leans against the damp wall and sighs.
**
The first time Viggo kisses Dom, they’ve been talking about his hands. Words are smeared on his skin, and Dom can’t even remember what they said this morning. He’s thinking aloud, head cocked to the side, when Viggo puts a hand around the back of his neck and pulls him close. Their lips meet across the café table, and Dom drops his Sharpie. Viggo’s hand is rough against his skin, and the air smells like coffee and vanilla and all sorts of things that almost remind him of Viggo, but not quite. He buys another pen on the way home.
**
The first time Viggo kisses Billy, Billy was half-asleep and trying to explain why being a morning person was better than sleeping the day away. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure what he was saying, and he has the suspicion that it was all bullshit. Maybe Viggo kissed him just to shut him up. Either way, he leaned down and his lips met Billy’s, and Billy decided to use his lips for something else. And by the time it was over, Billy wasn’t sleepy anymore, and had a lot more on his mind than morning people versus sleeping in.
**
The first time Dom kisses Billy, they’re on the couch, watching a Godzilla marathon. Billy’s startled by something on the screen, and Dom leans his forehead against Billy’s, teasing him about being a baby. And somehow, in the midst of these murmured insults, Dom’s lips get confused with Billy’s lips, and it’s alright. Billy tilts his head when he kisses, almost like he has questions. Kissing Billy is almost like kissing Viggo, for some reason, and Dom isn’t quite sure why. He leans back against the couch, and Billy throws popcorn at him. And rests his head on Dom’s shoulder.
**
The first time Billy kisses Dom is the next day, when Dom comes to his trailer to borrow a DVD. When he places it in Dom’s hands, Dom grins at him so cheekily, that he has to lean forward for a kiss. They sway just a little, kissing with their hands at their sides. Almost losing their balance, but not quite. When the kiss is over, Dom’s smile is softer, more sly. Kissing Dom is nothing like kissing Viggo—so Billy isn’t sure why kissing Viggo is even in his mind. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs.
**
The first time Dom sees Viggo kissing Billy, he doesn’t say anything. Just turns around and goes back the way he came. He wants to be mad, but he’s not. He’s hot and his fists are clenched as if in anger—but it’s not. He’s angry because he’s not angry, and that’s what makes no sense. He should feel cheated, but the only thing he feels is—left out. He wants to say something—to Viggo, to Billy—but doesn’t even know where to begin. He turns the stereo on when he gets home, as loud as he can stand.
**
The first time Billy sees Viggo kissing Dom, his mouth drops open in shock. This should explain things, but it doesn’t. This should be a surprise to him, but it isn’t. What it is, is—interesting. Which is the biggest surprise of all. Which explains—nothing. Billy closes the door to his trailer, feeling oddly excited, as if waiting for a birthday or Christmas. The kind of nervous excitement that keeps you up all night, because you know tomorrow will bring something wonderful. He leans back in his chair and wonders what tomorrow will bring for the three of them.
**
The first time Dom and Billy approach Viggo is the very next day, at his flat. He doesn’t seem surprised to see them—but what ever surprises Viggo?—and when Dom, impatient as always, kisses him on the mouth, Viggo’s eyes only flicker to Billy momentarily. It’s almost anticlimactic when Billy leans in for a kiss as well, but Viggo’s lips part slightly, as if to tell him there are no worries. Dom’s hand rests on the small of Billy’s back, as he kisses Billy’s neck. Billy thinks briefly that this isn’t what he expected, at all—but he’s lying.
**
The first time Viggo approaches Dom and Billy is the first time after the first time. He tells them to keep a night of the week free—perhaps tomorrow night? Dom looks away as he nods. He doesn’t want to seem too agreeable. He can hear the same thing in Billy’s voice when Dom calls to ask about his plans for tomorrow—mustn’t seem too eager. They have an unspoken agreement to save their eagerness for tomorrow night, when the pace gradually quickens until everything turns black and white and everything in between, and they sleep three to a bed.
**
Each time is the first time. Dom doesn’t want to think that each time could possibly be the last time. He tries not to think that far ahead. It doesn’t matter when the last time is.
Each time is the first time. Billy tries to remember the actual first time, but it’s turned to a blur of skin and look and touch. He tries not to think that far back. It doesn’t matter what the first time really was.
For Viggo, each time is the first time. Over and over, until a new first time presents itself. Over and over.