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Little Lies (1/?)
Title: Little Lies (1/?)
Author: Charlotte May
Email:charlottemay43@hotmail.com
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Dominic/Billy
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. I intend no disrespect to Dominic Monaghan or Billy Boyd.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Summary: Billy and Dominic try to keep things quiet.
Author's Notes: This hasn't been betaed and I'd be very grateful if anyone spots any mistakes they could let me know. On the same note, if anyone would be willing to act as my beta for the rest of this story (probably another couple of parts of about this length, all a PG13 rating) I'd be very grateful - either leave a comment, or email me. Thanks.
Little Lies
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“…me and Dom are actually just liars.” Billy Boyd, FotR cast commentary.
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It started one Sunday afternoon when Dom asked me to help him move some furniture. I arrived at his place at two o’clock, wearing my oldest jeans and a less than smart T-shirt, just as we’d arranged. I rang the doorbell and waited. And waited. I rang the bell again, just to make sure it was working. I pressed my ear to the door. Yes, I distinctly heard the bell sounding in the hall, but there was still no sign of Dom. I banged on the door with my fist and yelled through the letterbox and was rewarded by a faint, “Coming!”
Where the hell was he? The house wasn’t that big. After what seemed like an age, I heard footsteps and the door swung open. Dom was red in the face, breathing hard and sweating. In fact, he looked like he had just run a marathon. “Did you start without me?” I asked innocently.
He frowned, motioning me past him into the house and closing the front door. “There’s quite a lot of stuff I need to move, so I thought I ought to get going. Can’t expect you to help me with all of it.”
“Hey, what are friends for?” I joked, and wondered if that had been a wise thing to say, considering Dom’s apparent state of exhaustion. I know for a fact he’s a little stronger than me – I’ve arm wrestled him one too many times – so what was I going to look like when we’d finished? “What are we moving?”
“I want to move all the furniture out of my bedroom into the guest bedroom and vice versa.” Dom had the good grace to look slightly sheepish.
“Including the beds?” I was seriously beginning to regret this. I’m pretty fit, but I don’t exactly have the build for large scale furniture removals.
Dom nodded. “I’ve shifted the chests of drawers. There are only the wardrobes and beds left.” He smiled what I think of as his ‘innocent’ smile – usually used when he knows he’s up the creek without a paddle and is trying to charm his way out of a situation – and added, “I really couldn’t manage them on my own.”
“Of course you couldn’t,” I agreed sarcastically. “Dominic, the way you put this to me yesterday, I thought we’d be shoving the sofa around the living room, not swapping the entire contents of two bedrooms.” A thought struck me. “And why are you… why are we doing this… if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Feng shui.”
“Bless you.” I know, I know… but I couldn’t resist.
He frowned at me. “Don’t be thick, Bill. You know what feng shui is. According to my research, my room is facing the wrong way to aid restful sleep.”
“So why couldn’t you just sleep in the other room? Why move all the furniture?”
“I like the furniture.” He said it with an air of finality that brooked no argument.
I shook my head. “You realise you’re condemning any guests to a night of sleeplessness and bad karma?”
He grinned and put his arm round my shoulders. “Not in your case, Billy. You can always share with me.”
I laughed and followed him upstairs to the bedrooms.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Two hours later I was sweating like a pig and aching in places I didn’t know I had. I hadn’t been able to identify what exactly the beds were made of but ‘lead’ and ‘bricks’ were two alternatives that sprang readily to mind. I sat down on the edge of Dom’s bed and winced at my protesting muscles. On top of a six day week, working fourteen hours a day, this had not been a good idea. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this tired.
Dom flopped down on the bed next to me. “Thanks, mate,” he said, reaching for the phone. “I’ll order a take away. I think we’ve earned it.”
“Yeah,” I muttered and let myself fall backwards onto the soft mattress. A bone deep weariness seemed to spread over me like a blanket. I could hear Dom’s voice in the background saying something about egg foo yung. So we were having Chinese? That was nice. But it would involve sitting up which wasn’t something I felt like doing at the moment. Perhaps I could eat it lying down?
Unable to summon up the energy to do anything else, I stared at the ceiling. It was cracked. The crazy paving effect was quite mesmerising, and I started trying to make out patterns. I could see a cloud, a feather, a spider… and Peter Jackson? “Dom?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you know you’ve got Pete on your ceiling?”
A head loomed above me, blocking my view of our director. “You what?”
I pointed upwards, almost poking him in the eye. “In the cracks. If you look carefully, you can see Peter Jackson.” Now I said it out loud, it was beginning to sound more than usually daft. I shrugged to myself. Never mind, Dom was used to me being daft. After all, what were mates for?
“You silly bugger!” He put the phone down and lay down next to me on his back.
I realised he was waiting for an explanation. “Just there, if you look at the cracks.” I pointed. “There’s his body, his arms, his legs… and there’s his head, with the hair and beard.”
“I don’t see…” muttered Dom, edging nearer to me on the bed. “Where exactly?” He pressed his head against mine in an effort to see where I was pointing.
“There.” I wiggled my index finger in an effort to emphasise my point.
Dom thought about this. Well, at least I assume he was thinking - he certainly went quiet - but he may just have been taking a quick nap. I heard him breathe in as he moved his head away. “No… can’t see it,” he said carefully, in that tone usually reserved for dotty maiden aunts.
I turned my head towards him and found he was doing the same. I was suddenly painfully aware of his proximity. I could feel his breath on my face, see the colour of his eyes, I watched him lick his lips. I felt my pulse quicken, my mouth go dry, my blood flow head south. I swallowed hard. What was I thinking? This was my best friend… and while I was at it I just wanted to point out to my body that I was not, in no way, shape or form, gay.
I saw Dom swallow too. Idly, I wondered what was going through his mind. Was he fancying me? Or was he thinking what a tosser his mate Billy was? My logical mind was hoping for the second, but my body had other ideas. Hoping and praying I hadn’t misread the look on his face, I closed the small space between us and brushed my lips against his.
He made a little noise in his throat and tentatively kissed me back. It was slow and careful but that didn’t stop me getting hard almost immediately. We stayed like that for a moment, just our lips touching. It felt so good, particularly when Dom raised his hand and touched my cheek, his fingers rasping against the stubble. I think I sighed. I slowly opened my mouth and ran my tongue gently against his lips. He took the hint and I felt his tongue meet mine, slowly and inexorably deepening the kiss. I reached across and put my hand on his shoulder, pulling him towards me so we were both lying on our sides.
Dom wrapped his arm around me and crushed our bodies together. I wasn’t prepared for the sudden rush of sensation, or the feel of another hard cock against mine. I shuddered, tangling my tongue with his. I wasn’t about to analyse what was happening between us – it felt too good – and I wasn’t about to stop. But Dom did. He suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back. “What?” I murmured, suddenly afraid he’d had second thoughts about what we were doing.
“I heard the doorbell. It’ll be the Chinese.” He grinned at me, his eyes dark and stormy. “Stay right there, we’ll continue this in a few minutes.”
I nodded, then flopped over onto my back. I wasn’t sure what this all meant but it was going to be fun finding out. I relaxed into the soft mattress and wondered what we might do when Dom got back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You aren’t going to believe this, but I fell asleep. Yes, to my eternal shame, I fell asleep. Dom said that when he came back into the bedroom I was lying flat on my back and snoring. He didn’t have the heart to wake me up. He left me there until the alarm went for Feet the next morning. So not only did I miss out on a Chinese takeaway, but I missed out on having some fun with Dom.
Believe it or not, in the morning my head was still trying to tell me it was an hallucination or something, and I very definitely was not gay. I wanted to screw my best friend – my best male friend – but no, I was definitely not gay. Or was I? I pinched the bridge of my nose. Was I getting a headache?
We got ready for work in virtual silence, not mentioning the night before at all, except for Dom calling me ‘Sleeping Beauty’ a couple of times. Neither of us are morning people and it was only five am, but I found the quiet oppressive. I tried to think of a way to broach the subject but words failed me. I began to have horrible stomach-churning doubts. Did Dom regret it? Had I dreamt it? Had I ruined our friendship?
I was still mired in an introspective fog when we were leaving the house to go to the studio. I jumped a mile when Dom grabbed my arm to stop me opening the front door. “We have unfinished business, Billy,” he said in a tone that made the hair on the back of my neck prickle. “Tonight?”
I nodded as a wave of relief crashed over me. “But the guys will expect us to go to the pub as usual…” I let my voice trail off. This whole thing between the two of us was confusing the hell out of me, and I certainly didn’t feel like trying to explain it to anyone else, but of course I had no idea how Dom felt.
“Yeah, I see what you mean. I don’t know about you, but I’d sooner keep this between the two of us for now.” He looked at me and grinned mischievously. “How about we go to the pub as usual, then come back here?”
A little chill ran through me. I liked the sound of that. I nodded in agreement.
Dom said, “And in any case, so far we’ve only had a quick snog, so there isn’t anything to tell, is there?” His voice was deeper than normal, more sexual. It made my stomach do a neat little flip-flop.
“Do you want there to be something to tell?” I think my voice may have been lower than usual too – I know I had trouble getting the words out – and it certainly had an effect on Dom. His eyes darkened and he caught the front of my T-shirt, pulling me roughly towards him. Our mouths met in a bruising kiss. When we came up for air, he said “What do you think?”
I took that as a ‘yes’.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dom caught my eye and winked. I swallowed hard. I could tell just by that twinkle in his eye exactly what he had in mind… and it didn’t involve sitting around in this pub watching Elijah getting drunk, Sean eyeing Elijah disapprovingly and Orlando mooning over his ex-girlfriend.
We needed to leave… and soon. I thought for a moment. We usually all shared a cab, so how was I going to engineer this so that Dom and I could go home together without it looking suspicious? I looked round the table. Dom was still making bedroom eyes at me, Elijah was staring at his pint, Sean was fiddling with his car keys and watching Elijah, and Orlando was carefully shredding a beer mat. We were definitely better off out of here - the others were hardly exciting company this evening. There was a clink and a quietly muttered curse as Sean dropped his keys on the floor. As he bent down to pick them up, I had an idea.
I started to rifle through my pockets, then made a show of looking upset. “Shit!”
Dom seemed to realise I was up to something. “What’s up, Billy?” he asked innocently.
“I can’t find my keys. Can anyone see them?”
Orlando peered under the table, Sean stood up to make sure he wasn’t sitting on them and then Elijah, bless him, decided to look under his chair, which proved a little tricky considering how much he’d drunk and he fell onto the floor in a heap. I did feel a little guilty about that. Of course, they all came up empty. The keys were exactly where they’d been all evening – in my jacket pocket.
Under the cover of Sean and Orlando helping Elijah back into his seat, I looked at Dom and raised my eyebrows expectantly. I could see he knew I wanted him to say something but he couldn’t quite work out what. Then the dawn of realisation crossed his face and I stifled a grin before the others noticed. “You can come back to mine tonight, Billy. We’ll sort out the keys thing in the morning.”
Yes, Dom! Good boy!
“You don’t need to do that,” said Sean, pulling his mobile out of his pocket. “I know a really great twenty-four hour locksmith.” And before I could open my mouth to say a word, Sean had already hit a speed dial number. I looked across at a horror stricken Dom. He shrugged helplessly.
“You really don’t need to do that, Sean,” I protested.
“No,” echoed Dom. “Billy can stay at my place, it’s no trouble.”
He waved dismissively. “It’s what friends are for.” Sean smiled happily at me, totally unaware that at the moment I could quite cheerfully have torn him limb from limb. Turning to his phone, he said, “Hi Jim, it’s Sean Astin here. I wondered if you could get a colleague of mine into his house, he’s lost his keys.” I stared at him with a kind of morbid fascination. What sort of person not only had a locksmith on speed dial, but knew his first name? “No, it’s not Mr. Wood,” Sean continued. Of course! Sean was forever getting Elijah back into his apartment when he’d locked his keys inside. No wonder he was on first name terms with Jim. I heard Sean give Jim my address, then he finished his call and turned to me. “He’ll be at your place in about half an hour, so I guess we ought to call a cab.”
“Yeah,” I said weakly. By the time I’d sorted out Jim and got into my house, it’d be too late to go to Dom’s – we had feet in the morning. It looked like tonight wasn’t going to be the night after all.
After he’d called a cab, Sean turned to me again. “I think you’ll like Jim. He does a great job and his charges are very reasonable.”
My mouth dropped open. I was paying for the privilege of being frustrated?
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author: Charlotte May
Email:charlottemay43@hotmail.com
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Dominic/Billy
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. I intend no disrespect to Dominic Monaghan or Billy Boyd.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Summary: Billy and Dominic try to keep things quiet.
Author's Notes: This hasn't been betaed and I'd be very grateful if anyone spots any mistakes they could let me know. On the same note, if anyone would be willing to act as my beta for the rest of this story (probably another couple of parts of about this length, all a PG13 rating) I'd be very grateful - either leave a comment, or email me. Thanks.
Little Lies
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“…me and Dom are actually just liars.” Billy Boyd, FotR cast commentary.
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It started one Sunday afternoon when Dom asked me to help him move some furniture. I arrived at his place at two o’clock, wearing my oldest jeans and a less than smart T-shirt, just as we’d arranged. I rang the doorbell and waited. And waited. I rang the bell again, just to make sure it was working. I pressed my ear to the door. Yes, I distinctly heard the bell sounding in the hall, but there was still no sign of Dom. I banged on the door with my fist and yelled through the letterbox and was rewarded by a faint, “Coming!”
Where the hell was he? The house wasn’t that big. After what seemed like an age, I heard footsteps and the door swung open. Dom was red in the face, breathing hard and sweating. In fact, he looked like he had just run a marathon. “Did you start without me?” I asked innocently.
He frowned, motioning me past him into the house and closing the front door. “There’s quite a lot of stuff I need to move, so I thought I ought to get going. Can’t expect you to help me with all of it.”
“Hey, what are friends for?” I joked, and wondered if that had been a wise thing to say, considering Dom’s apparent state of exhaustion. I know for a fact he’s a little stronger than me – I’ve arm wrestled him one too many times – so what was I going to look like when we’d finished? “What are we moving?”
“I want to move all the furniture out of my bedroom into the guest bedroom and vice versa.” Dom had the good grace to look slightly sheepish.
“Including the beds?” I was seriously beginning to regret this. I’m pretty fit, but I don’t exactly have the build for large scale furniture removals.
Dom nodded. “I’ve shifted the chests of drawers. There are only the wardrobes and beds left.” He smiled what I think of as his ‘innocent’ smile – usually used when he knows he’s up the creek without a paddle and is trying to charm his way out of a situation – and added, “I really couldn’t manage them on my own.”
“Of course you couldn’t,” I agreed sarcastically. “Dominic, the way you put this to me yesterday, I thought we’d be shoving the sofa around the living room, not swapping the entire contents of two bedrooms.” A thought struck me. “And why are you… why are we doing this… if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Feng shui.”
“Bless you.” I know, I know… but I couldn’t resist.
He frowned at me. “Don’t be thick, Bill. You know what feng shui is. According to my research, my room is facing the wrong way to aid restful sleep.”
“So why couldn’t you just sleep in the other room? Why move all the furniture?”
“I like the furniture.” He said it with an air of finality that brooked no argument.
I shook my head. “You realise you’re condemning any guests to a night of sleeplessness and bad karma?”
He grinned and put his arm round my shoulders. “Not in your case, Billy. You can always share with me.”
I laughed and followed him upstairs to the bedrooms.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Two hours later I was sweating like a pig and aching in places I didn’t know I had. I hadn’t been able to identify what exactly the beds were made of but ‘lead’ and ‘bricks’ were two alternatives that sprang readily to mind. I sat down on the edge of Dom’s bed and winced at my protesting muscles. On top of a six day week, working fourteen hours a day, this had not been a good idea. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this tired.
Dom flopped down on the bed next to me. “Thanks, mate,” he said, reaching for the phone. “I’ll order a take away. I think we’ve earned it.”
“Yeah,” I muttered and let myself fall backwards onto the soft mattress. A bone deep weariness seemed to spread over me like a blanket. I could hear Dom’s voice in the background saying something about egg foo yung. So we were having Chinese? That was nice. But it would involve sitting up which wasn’t something I felt like doing at the moment. Perhaps I could eat it lying down?
Unable to summon up the energy to do anything else, I stared at the ceiling. It was cracked. The crazy paving effect was quite mesmerising, and I started trying to make out patterns. I could see a cloud, a feather, a spider… and Peter Jackson? “Dom?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you know you’ve got Pete on your ceiling?”
A head loomed above me, blocking my view of our director. “You what?”
I pointed upwards, almost poking him in the eye. “In the cracks. If you look carefully, you can see Peter Jackson.” Now I said it out loud, it was beginning to sound more than usually daft. I shrugged to myself. Never mind, Dom was used to me being daft. After all, what were mates for?
“You silly bugger!” He put the phone down and lay down next to me on his back.
I realised he was waiting for an explanation. “Just there, if you look at the cracks.” I pointed. “There’s his body, his arms, his legs… and there’s his head, with the hair and beard.”
“I don’t see…” muttered Dom, edging nearer to me on the bed. “Where exactly?” He pressed his head against mine in an effort to see where I was pointing.
“There.” I wiggled my index finger in an effort to emphasise my point.
Dom thought about this. Well, at least I assume he was thinking - he certainly went quiet - but he may just have been taking a quick nap. I heard him breathe in as he moved his head away. “No… can’t see it,” he said carefully, in that tone usually reserved for dotty maiden aunts.
I turned my head towards him and found he was doing the same. I was suddenly painfully aware of his proximity. I could feel his breath on my face, see the colour of his eyes, I watched him lick his lips. I felt my pulse quicken, my mouth go dry, my blood flow head south. I swallowed hard. What was I thinking? This was my best friend… and while I was at it I just wanted to point out to my body that I was not, in no way, shape or form, gay.
I saw Dom swallow too. Idly, I wondered what was going through his mind. Was he fancying me? Or was he thinking what a tosser his mate Billy was? My logical mind was hoping for the second, but my body had other ideas. Hoping and praying I hadn’t misread the look on his face, I closed the small space between us and brushed my lips against his.
He made a little noise in his throat and tentatively kissed me back. It was slow and careful but that didn’t stop me getting hard almost immediately. We stayed like that for a moment, just our lips touching. It felt so good, particularly when Dom raised his hand and touched my cheek, his fingers rasping against the stubble. I think I sighed. I slowly opened my mouth and ran my tongue gently against his lips. He took the hint and I felt his tongue meet mine, slowly and inexorably deepening the kiss. I reached across and put my hand on his shoulder, pulling him towards me so we were both lying on our sides.
Dom wrapped his arm around me and crushed our bodies together. I wasn’t prepared for the sudden rush of sensation, or the feel of another hard cock against mine. I shuddered, tangling my tongue with his. I wasn’t about to analyse what was happening between us – it felt too good – and I wasn’t about to stop. But Dom did. He suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back. “What?” I murmured, suddenly afraid he’d had second thoughts about what we were doing.
“I heard the doorbell. It’ll be the Chinese.” He grinned at me, his eyes dark and stormy. “Stay right there, we’ll continue this in a few minutes.”
I nodded, then flopped over onto my back. I wasn’t sure what this all meant but it was going to be fun finding out. I relaxed into the soft mattress and wondered what we might do when Dom got back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You aren’t going to believe this, but I fell asleep. Yes, to my eternal shame, I fell asleep. Dom said that when he came back into the bedroom I was lying flat on my back and snoring. He didn’t have the heart to wake me up. He left me there until the alarm went for Feet the next morning. So not only did I miss out on a Chinese takeaway, but I missed out on having some fun with Dom.
Believe it or not, in the morning my head was still trying to tell me it was an hallucination or something, and I very definitely was not gay. I wanted to screw my best friend – my best male friend – but no, I was definitely not gay. Or was I? I pinched the bridge of my nose. Was I getting a headache?
We got ready for work in virtual silence, not mentioning the night before at all, except for Dom calling me ‘Sleeping Beauty’ a couple of times. Neither of us are morning people and it was only five am, but I found the quiet oppressive. I tried to think of a way to broach the subject but words failed me. I began to have horrible stomach-churning doubts. Did Dom regret it? Had I dreamt it? Had I ruined our friendship?
I was still mired in an introspective fog when we were leaving the house to go to the studio. I jumped a mile when Dom grabbed my arm to stop me opening the front door. “We have unfinished business, Billy,” he said in a tone that made the hair on the back of my neck prickle. “Tonight?”
I nodded as a wave of relief crashed over me. “But the guys will expect us to go to the pub as usual…” I let my voice trail off. This whole thing between the two of us was confusing the hell out of me, and I certainly didn’t feel like trying to explain it to anyone else, but of course I had no idea how Dom felt.
“Yeah, I see what you mean. I don’t know about you, but I’d sooner keep this between the two of us for now.” He looked at me and grinned mischievously. “How about we go to the pub as usual, then come back here?”
A little chill ran through me. I liked the sound of that. I nodded in agreement.
Dom said, “And in any case, so far we’ve only had a quick snog, so there isn’t anything to tell, is there?” His voice was deeper than normal, more sexual. It made my stomach do a neat little flip-flop.
“Do you want there to be something to tell?” I think my voice may have been lower than usual too – I know I had trouble getting the words out – and it certainly had an effect on Dom. His eyes darkened and he caught the front of my T-shirt, pulling me roughly towards him. Our mouths met in a bruising kiss. When we came up for air, he said “What do you think?”
I took that as a ‘yes’.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dom caught my eye and winked. I swallowed hard. I could tell just by that twinkle in his eye exactly what he had in mind… and it didn’t involve sitting around in this pub watching Elijah getting drunk, Sean eyeing Elijah disapprovingly and Orlando mooning over his ex-girlfriend.
We needed to leave… and soon. I thought for a moment. We usually all shared a cab, so how was I going to engineer this so that Dom and I could go home together without it looking suspicious? I looked round the table. Dom was still making bedroom eyes at me, Elijah was staring at his pint, Sean was fiddling with his car keys and watching Elijah, and Orlando was carefully shredding a beer mat. We were definitely better off out of here - the others were hardly exciting company this evening. There was a clink and a quietly muttered curse as Sean dropped his keys on the floor. As he bent down to pick them up, I had an idea.
I started to rifle through my pockets, then made a show of looking upset. “Shit!”
Dom seemed to realise I was up to something. “What’s up, Billy?” he asked innocently.
“I can’t find my keys. Can anyone see them?”
Orlando peered under the table, Sean stood up to make sure he wasn’t sitting on them and then Elijah, bless him, decided to look under his chair, which proved a little tricky considering how much he’d drunk and he fell onto the floor in a heap. I did feel a little guilty about that. Of course, they all came up empty. The keys were exactly where they’d been all evening – in my jacket pocket.
Under the cover of Sean and Orlando helping Elijah back into his seat, I looked at Dom and raised my eyebrows expectantly. I could see he knew I wanted him to say something but he couldn’t quite work out what. Then the dawn of realisation crossed his face and I stifled a grin before the others noticed. “You can come back to mine tonight, Billy. We’ll sort out the keys thing in the morning.”
Yes, Dom! Good boy!
“You don’t need to do that,” said Sean, pulling his mobile out of his pocket. “I know a really great twenty-four hour locksmith.” And before I could open my mouth to say a word, Sean had already hit a speed dial number. I looked across at a horror stricken Dom. He shrugged helplessly.
“You really don’t need to do that, Sean,” I protested.
“No,” echoed Dom. “Billy can stay at my place, it’s no trouble.”
He waved dismissively. “It’s what friends are for.” Sean smiled happily at me, totally unaware that at the moment I could quite cheerfully have torn him limb from limb. Turning to his phone, he said, “Hi Jim, it’s Sean Astin here. I wondered if you could get a colleague of mine into his house, he’s lost his keys.” I stared at him with a kind of morbid fascination. What sort of person not only had a locksmith on speed dial, but knew his first name? “No, it’s not Mr. Wood,” Sean continued. Of course! Sean was forever getting Elijah back into his apartment when he’d locked his keys inside. No wonder he was on first name terms with Jim. I heard Sean give Jim my address, then he finished his call and turned to me. “He’ll be at your place in about half an hour, so I guess we ought to call a cab.”
“Yeah,” I said weakly. By the time I’d sorted out Jim and got into my house, it’d be too late to go to Dom’s – we had feet in the morning. It looked like tonight wasn’t going to be the night after all.
After he’d called a cab, Sean turned to me again. “I think you’ll like Jim. He does a great job and his charges are very reasonable.”
My mouth dropped open. I was paying for the privilege of being frustrated?
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wow!
Re: Wow!
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Damn you Sean! *shakes fisties* This is VERY cute! :D
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::helps Renne up::
Damn you Sean! *shakes fisties* This is VERY cute! :D
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! :-)
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~Jewels
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You might be pleased to know Dom gets inventive in part two.;-)