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Little Lies (2/3)
Title: Little Lies (2/3)
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.
Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
red_moon_rising for the amazing beta. {{hugs}}
Part one can be found here
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning I was walking purposefully from my car towards the Feet trailer when a hand suddenly shot out from beside a truck and dragged me behind it. “Dom! What the hell?” He shoved me hard against the truck and pressed himself against me, kissing me until I saw stars.
“We…” he mumbled between kisses. “…have got to… do something about this…”
“Yeah,” I agreed, though at that precise moment I would have agreed with anything he said if it meant he was going to keep kissing me.
“We skip the pub tonight,” he said. “You’re coming to my place for a German lesson.”
I stared at him. “I don’t want to learn German.”
“Oh yes you do, Billy, oh yes you do.”
He let go of me and disappeared round the side of the truck leaving me breathless, confused and more than a little aroused. I took a couple of deep breaths, adjusted myself and followed him to the Feet trailer.
“Hi Billy,” said Sean, as soon as I opened the door. Elijah just waved. From the look on his face and the distinct lack of loud music, I guessed he was seriously hungover.
I nodded to them both and took my usual seat behind Dominic.
I was just trying to relax when Sean asked, “So how did it go with Jim last night, Billy? Did he get you into your house okay?”
“Yes, fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “It took him about an hour. He was very impressed with my security arrangements.” I didn’t mention that I’d spent a very cold and frustrating hour watching Jim trying to break into my house, when all the time I had the keys in my pocket. Then he’d charged me a hundred and fifty dollars. I was not a happy camper.
We lapsed into silence which gave me time to contemplate my relationship with Dom. Could I call it a relationship? All we’d had so far were a few quick kisses and a shit load of frustration. After a sleepless night and a close encounter with Rosie Palm and her five lovely daughters, I’d given up on the whole ‘I’m not gay’ thing – I obviously fancied Dom like mad and if we didn’t do something more than snog behind trucks soon I was going to burst – but it was true that I’d never been interested in any other guy. Apparently, Dom was enough to turn a straight man gay.
And I was going to learn German, was I? Well, it was an original excuse; I had to give him that. But would I actually have to learn German to prove to the others that Dom was giving me lessons? I was completely hopeless at French when I was at school – a ‘D’ was the highest mark I ever achieved – so I didn’t rate my chances of picking up German, particularly when it was Dom, who’d never been renowned for his patience, who’d be teaching me.
I stared at the back of his head. It was going to be a long day.
~~~~~~~~~~
I slumped in the chair as the technician removed my Feet. The warm water was immensely soothing. I sighed. It was just what I needed after a long day in the Mines of Moria with the rest of the Fellowship. Particularly as Sean had related the whole “I saved Billy from having to spend the night at Dom’s” story to Viggo, John, Ian, Bean, Peter, a couple of lighting guys and the tea lady. I could have throttled him.
Dom suddenly stood up. His feet removed, he turned round and grinned at me. “Right, Billy, you nearly ready?” I nodded.
At that moment, Orlando bounced into the trailer. “You guys coming to the pub?” he asked.
“Yeah,” muttered Elijah, then he added something about “the hair of the dog” that I didn’t quite catch.
I looked at Dom. He winked at me. “Actually, guys, me and Billy will give it a miss tonight.”
Three heads swivelled to look at us. “Dom’s going to teach me some German,” I said, hoping I sounded convincing.
“That’s cool,” said Sean, apparently impressed by my intellectual aspirations.
Orlando raised an eyebrow, getting that “Legolas is confused” expression on his face. He obviously couldn’t see why I would want to miss the pub.
Elijah had suddenly come to life; he looked more enthusiastic than he had about anything all day. “That’s an awesome idea, guys. Can I come too? I’ve never learnt a foreign language.”
Say no, Dom!
“I thought you were going to the pub,” said Dom carefully. I couldn’t see his face, but I hoped he was hiding his panic better than I felt I was.
“Don’t really feel like it. I think I had a bit too much last night.” He smiled sweetly.
Dom… say no!
“Perhaps you’d be better having an early night then,” Dom suggested.
“No, my mind’s active, I need something to occupy it for a few hours… and this sounds great.”
Dom? Say something?
“Billy? Is it all right with you?”
Dom, that wasn’t what I wanted you to say. Stop passing the buck!
Both of them turned to face me. I swallowed hard. I just couldn’t think of a sensible reason why Elijah shouldn’t join us. Dom’s eyes were pleading at me to get us out of this mess. My heart sank. I knew I was going to let him down, particularly when Elijah looked at me hopefully with those big blue searchlights of his. I couldn’t do it; it would have been like kicking a puppy. “Yeah, sure,” I said, without enthusiasm.
“Great,” said Elijah. “I’ll come and pick you up in an hour, Billy. Your place is on the way to Dom’s.”
Yes, it is. And Elijah driving made perfect sense, unless you were screaming with frustration and ready to jump Dominic Monaghan as soon as you had the opportunity.
~~~~~~~~~~~
I learned to count to twenty, I learned to introduce myself… I even learned how to order a beer. And I learned to snatch a quick kiss with Dom every time Elijah left the room. He went to the bathroom four times through the evening… I counted. I did keep topping his glass up with coke, trying to get him to drink more, thus producing more trips to the bathroom, but it didn’t seem to work.
On his fourth trip to the bathroom, Dom grabbed me and kissed me like he would never have the chance again. “God, Billy,” he muttered. “Tomorrow, yeah?”
I shook my head. “Tomorrow we’re all going to the theatre, don’t you remember? Romeo and Juliet?”
He groaned. “Ugh. Hated that play. Those two were unbelievably wet… they deserved to die. Let’s not go.” He ran his finger down my cheek for emphasis.
I swallowed hard. “We’re going with Pete and Fran. It’s a publicity thing. I don’t think we ought to piss off the boss, do you?”
At about eleven o’clock, Elijah decided he needed sleep, and who was I to disagree when we all had to be back at work at five am? When we got to the front door, Dom hugged Elijah, then turned to me. The look in his eyes was incendiary. My mouth went completely dry and I swear I started to get hard – just from a look. He took me in his arms, a normal friendly hug to all intents and purposes, but my body tingled from the contact. I had never wanted a good night kiss so much in all my life. Moving his head so I was masking him from Elijah, he whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll think of something. Tomorrow will be our night.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We’d all been filming separately the next day – stuff from Return of the King – and I didn’t see Dom until we got to the theatre that night. He grinned at me and pulled me to one side. “I’ve had a great idea,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
I stared at him doubtfully. “It doesn’t involve public toilets, does it?” I’d rather imagined our first time would be more romantic… or at least more private.
He shook his head. “No, you daft sod. I’m going to feel ill in about…” He looked at his watch. “… half an hour, and you’re going to take me home.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. “What’s going to be wrong with you?”
“Stomach upset, food poisoning… whatever.” He grinned again. He had a definite “cat that got the cream” look about him and I had to admit I couldn’t see any way this plan could go wrong. I mean, no-one was going to volunteer to come with me this time, were they?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thirty minutes later, we were in our seats and watching the play. I couldn’t have told you what was happening because my brain was completely fried due to Dom rubbing his knee against the side of my thigh for the last quarter hour. Suddenly, he stopped and I had to make an effort not to moan at the loss. I looked at him. He smiled mischievously and clutched his stomach. He fidgeted in his seat for the next few minutes, earning himself a few black looks from people sitting nearby, then he suddenly stood up and pushed past everyone on our row. When he got to the gangway, he broke into a run.
I waited a moment or two then followed him at a more sedate pace. When I reached the exit, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Pete. “What’s the matter with Dominic?” he asked.
“Upset stomach,” I replied. “I was just going to see if he was okay.”
“I’ll come with you,” he said, his face the picture of concern.
By this time, we were almost at the door to the Gents. I realised I had to do something to let Dom know I wasn’t on my own. “I think he’ll be in here, Pete,” I said loudly, just as I began opening the door.
Dom had obviously taken the hint. The sound of violent retching came from one of the cubicles. “Billy, is that you?” he croaked.
It was impressive – he sounded truly awful. I would have believed he was at death’s door. “Yes, how are you?”
There was more retching, worse this time. I had no idea how he was making those noises without actually being sick. I felt slightly put out that I was never taught how to do that at drama school; it was obviously a useful skill. “Bloody awful. I need to go home.” The croaking had a pathetic tone to it now.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take you,” I said, trying not to sound too happy.
Dom retched again. I was beginning to wish he’d stop; it was starting to make me feel a little nauseous. Pete tapped me on the arm. “I don’t like the sound of this, I think he ought to see a doctor.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary, Pete. It’s probably just something he ate.”
“God, Billy! It sounds like he’s projectile vomiting in there.”
We were interrupted by a gentle tap on the outer door. “Pete? Is he all right?” It was Fran.
“Call the medic, Fran,” said Pete decisively. “Dominic really isn’t very well. He ought to be checked out.”
At this comment, the cubicle door opened and Dom emerged. He looked bloody awful – pale and sweating – though I suppose pretending to throw up for five minutes straight would take it out of a man, and the thought of Pete finding out he wasn’t ill at all would be enough to make him lose a little colour. “I don’t need a doctor, Pete. Just let me go home.” His voice was barely audible. It was the best performance of his career. I wanted to applaud.
Pete shook his head. “No way. I need to find out what’s wrong with you. You’re seeing the Doctor.”
There was another tap on the door. “The Doc asked us to take him to the hospital – he’s on duty there tonight. Is he fit to travel?”
“He’s standing,” said Pete, eyeing Dom doubtfully. “And he isn’t being sick at the moment.”
“I’ll take him,” said Fran. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll bring my car to the front entrance.”
The last I saw of Dom that night was him staring at me through Fran’s car window. He looked terrified… and this time I didn’t think he was acting.
~~~~~~~~~~
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.
Thanks to
red_moon_rising for the amazing beta. {{hugs}}Part one can be found here
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning I was walking purposefully from my car towards the Feet trailer when a hand suddenly shot out from beside a truck and dragged me behind it. “Dom! What the hell?” He shoved me hard against the truck and pressed himself against me, kissing me until I saw stars.
“We…” he mumbled between kisses. “…have got to… do something about this…”
“Yeah,” I agreed, though at that precise moment I would have agreed with anything he said if it meant he was going to keep kissing me.
“We skip the pub tonight,” he said. “You’re coming to my place for a German lesson.”
I stared at him. “I don’t want to learn German.”
“Oh yes you do, Billy, oh yes you do.”
He let go of me and disappeared round the side of the truck leaving me breathless, confused and more than a little aroused. I took a couple of deep breaths, adjusted myself and followed him to the Feet trailer.
“Hi Billy,” said Sean, as soon as I opened the door. Elijah just waved. From the look on his face and the distinct lack of loud music, I guessed he was seriously hungover.
I nodded to them both and took my usual seat behind Dominic.
I was just trying to relax when Sean asked, “So how did it go with Jim last night, Billy? Did he get you into your house okay?”
“Yes, fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “It took him about an hour. He was very impressed with my security arrangements.” I didn’t mention that I’d spent a very cold and frustrating hour watching Jim trying to break into my house, when all the time I had the keys in my pocket. Then he’d charged me a hundred and fifty dollars. I was not a happy camper.
We lapsed into silence which gave me time to contemplate my relationship with Dom. Could I call it a relationship? All we’d had so far were a few quick kisses and a shit load of frustration. After a sleepless night and a close encounter with Rosie Palm and her five lovely daughters, I’d given up on the whole ‘I’m not gay’ thing – I obviously fancied Dom like mad and if we didn’t do something more than snog behind trucks soon I was going to burst – but it was true that I’d never been interested in any other guy. Apparently, Dom was enough to turn a straight man gay.
And I was going to learn German, was I? Well, it was an original excuse; I had to give him that. But would I actually have to learn German to prove to the others that Dom was giving me lessons? I was completely hopeless at French when I was at school – a ‘D’ was the highest mark I ever achieved – so I didn’t rate my chances of picking up German, particularly when it was Dom, who’d never been renowned for his patience, who’d be teaching me.
I stared at the back of his head. It was going to be a long day.
~~~~~~~~~~
I slumped in the chair as the technician removed my Feet. The warm water was immensely soothing. I sighed. It was just what I needed after a long day in the Mines of Moria with the rest of the Fellowship. Particularly as Sean had related the whole “I saved Billy from having to spend the night at Dom’s” story to Viggo, John, Ian, Bean, Peter, a couple of lighting guys and the tea lady. I could have throttled him.
Dom suddenly stood up. His feet removed, he turned round and grinned at me. “Right, Billy, you nearly ready?” I nodded.
At that moment, Orlando bounced into the trailer. “You guys coming to the pub?” he asked.
“Yeah,” muttered Elijah, then he added something about “the hair of the dog” that I didn’t quite catch.
I looked at Dom. He winked at me. “Actually, guys, me and Billy will give it a miss tonight.”
Three heads swivelled to look at us. “Dom’s going to teach me some German,” I said, hoping I sounded convincing.
“That’s cool,” said Sean, apparently impressed by my intellectual aspirations.
Orlando raised an eyebrow, getting that “Legolas is confused” expression on his face. He obviously couldn’t see why I would want to miss the pub.
Elijah had suddenly come to life; he looked more enthusiastic than he had about anything all day. “That’s an awesome idea, guys. Can I come too? I’ve never learnt a foreign language.”
Say no, Dom!
“I thought you were going to the pub,” said Dom carefully. I couldn’t see his face, but I hoped he was hiding his panic better than I felt I was.
“Don’t really feel like it. I think I had a bit too much last night.” He smiled sweetly.
Dom… say no!
“Perhaps you’d be better having an early night then,” Dom suggested.
“No, my mind’s active, I need something to occupy it for a few hours… and this sounds great.”
Dom? Say something?
“Billy? Is it all right with you?”
Dom, that wasn’t what I wanted you to say. Stop passing the buck!
Both of them turned to face me. I swallowed hard. I just couldn’t think of a sensible reason why Elijah shouldn’t join us. Dom’s eyes were pleading at me to get us out of this mess. My heart sank. I knew I was going to let him down, particularly when Elijah looked at me hopefully with those big blue searchlights of his. I couldn’t do it; it would have been like kicking a puppy. “Yeah, sure,” I said, without enthusiasm.
“Great,” said Elijah. “I’ll come and pick you up in an hour, Billy. Your place is on the way to Dom’s.”
Yes, it is. And Elijah driving made perfect sense, unless you were screaming with frustration and ready to jump Dominic Monaghan as soon as you had the opportunity.
~~~~~~~~~~~
I learned to count to twenty, I learned to introduce myself… I even learned how to order a beer. And I learned to snatch a quick kiss with Dom every time Elijah left the room. He went to the bathroom four times through the evening… I counted. I did keep topping his glass up with coke, trying to get him to drink more, thus producing more trips to the bathroom, but it didn’t seem to work.
On his fourth trip to the bathroom, Dom grabbed me and kissed me like he would never have the chance again. “God, Billy,” he muttered. “Tomorrow, yeah?”
I shook my head. “Tomorrow we’re all going to the theatre, don’t you remember? Romeo and Juliet?”
He groaned. “Ugh. Hated that play. Those two were unbelievably wet… they deserved to die. Let’s not go.” He ran his finger down my cheek for emphasis.
I swallowed hard. “We’re going with Pete and Fran. It’s a publicity thing. I don’t think we ought to piss off the boss, do you?”
At about eleven o’clock, Elijah decided he needed sleep, and who was I to disagree when we all had to be back at work at five am? When we got to the front door, Dom hugged Elijah, then turned to me. The look in his eyes was incendiary. My mouth went completely dry and I swear I started to get hard – just from a look. He took me in his arms, a normal friendly hug to all intents and purposes, but my body tingled from the contact. I had never wanted a good night kiss so much in all my life. Moving his head so I was masking him from Elijah, he whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll think of something. Tomorrow will be our night.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We’d all been filming separately the next day – stuff from Return of the King – and I didn’t see Dom until we got to the theatre that night. He grinned at me and pulled me to one side. “I’ve had a great idea,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
I stared at him doubtfully. “It doesn’t involve public toilets, does it?” I’d rather imagined our first time would be more romantic… or at least more private.
He shook his head. “No, you daft sod. I’m going to feel ill in about…” He looked at his watch. “… half an hour, and you’re going to take me home.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. “What’s going to be wrong with you?”
“Stomach upset, food poisoning… whatever.” He grinned again. He had a definite “cat that got the cream” look about him and I had to admit I couldn’t see any way this plan could go wrong. I mean, no-one was going to volunteer to come with me this time, were they?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thirty minutes later, we were in our seats and watching the play. I couldn’t have told you what was happening because my brain was completely fried due to Dom rubbing his knee against the side of my thigh for the last quarter hour. Suddenly, he stopped and I had to make an effort not to moan at the loss. I looked at him. He smiled mischievously and clutched his stomach. He fidgeted in his seat for the next few minutes, earning himself a few black looks from people sitting nearby, then he suddenly stood up and pushed past everyone on our row. When he got to the gangway, he broke into a run.
I waited a moment or two then followed him at a more sedate pace. When I reached the exit, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Pete. “What’s the matter with Dominic?” he asked.
“Upset stomach,” I replied. “I was just going to see if he was okay.”
“I’ll come with you,” he said, his face the picture of concern.
By this time, we were almost at the door to the Gents. I realised I had to do something to let Dom know I wasn’t on my own. “I think he’ll be in here, Pete,” I said loudly, just as I began opening the door.
Dom had obviously taken the hint. The sound of violent retching came from one of the cubicles. “Billy, is that you?” he croaked.
It was impressive – he sounded truly awful. I would have believed he was at death’s door. “Yes, how are you?”
There was more retching, worse this time. I had no idea how he was making those noises without actually being sick. I felt slightly put out that I was never taught how to do that at drama school; it was obviously a useful skill. “Bloody awful. I need to go home.” The croaking had a pathetic tone to it now.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take you,” I said, trying not to sound too happy.
Dom retched again. I was beginning to wish he’d stop; it was starting to make me feel a little nauseous. Pete tapped me on the arm. “I don’t like the sound of this, I think he ought to see a doctor.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary, Pete. It’s probably just something he ate.”
“God, Billy! It sounds like he’s projectile vomiting in there.”
We were interrupted by a gentle tap on the outer door. “Pete? Is he all right?” It was Fran.
“Call the medic, Fran,” said Pete decisively. “Dominic really isn’t very well. He ought to be checked out.”
At this comment, the cubicle door opened and Dom emerged. He looked bloody awful – pale and sweating – though I suppose pretending to throw up for five minutes straight would take it out of a man, and the thought of Pete finding out he wasn’t ill at all would be enough to make him lose a little colour. “I don’t need a doctor, Pete. Just let me go home.” His voice was barely audible. It was the best performance of his career. I wanted to applaud.
Pete shook his head. “No way. I need to find out what’s wrong with you. You’re seeing the Doctor.”
There was another tap on the door. “The Doc asked us to take him to the hospital – he’s on duty there tonight. Is he fit to travel?”
“He’s standing,” said Pete, eyeing Dom doubtfully. “And he isn’t being sick at the moment.”
“I’ll take him,” said Fran. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll bring my car to the front entrance.”
The last I saw of Dom that night was him staring at me through Fran’s car window. He looked terrified… and this time I didn’t think he was acting.
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~Jewels
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You'll have to wait and see... ;-)
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Well, the third and final part will also be PG13 so you aren't going to see a great deal, sorry! ;-)
Jesus. You are a tease.
Guilty as charged! ;-)