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Title: Promises (ficlet)
Type: LOTR RPS AU
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
belladonnalin
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R, maybe? For language.
Summary: “’Cause when I say you talk too much, it’s cause there’s something I’d rather you have been doing, yeah?” – Alix Olsen. Silly Billy and Dom-ness ahead.
Distribution: Sure! Drop me a line and keep the headers intact, yeah?
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I’m a liar. They’re all lies. For the love of god, it’s AU … could I own this any less?
Feedback: Makes the world go ‘round – comment or e-mail belladonnlin@yahoo.com. I’ll squee, I’ll fangirl, you might just make a new friend!
Notes: Written as a supplemental story indeleerium’s “Football” Universe. Because I’m obsessed with it, dammit. Also, first 7 lines of dialogue are taken, directly from Football: 6. This happens directly after.
Billy had sobered up enough to jump out of the truck without stumbling when they pulled up to his driveway. He paused on the running board on the truck and turned to Elijah. “You know where he lives, right?”
Elijah nodded, obviously trying to refrain from a derisive comment about being the only sober person in the car. “Yes, Billy, I know where he lives. Thanks for your help. You too, Dom.” Elijah waved his hand impatiently and, once they had jumped down, pulled away.
Dom and Billy watched the truck’s tail lights disappear out of sight around the corner with growing devilish grins.
“They really are cute together, aren’t they?” Billy felt Dom’s arm slide familiarly around his shoulder and leaned against the shoulder he had come to know so well.
“Not as cute as us. Come on, give me some sugar, baby.” Dom replied, nuzzling Billy’s neck and nipping at the jawline.
Billy laughed at the poor attempt at a Mississippi accent. “Shut up, you don’t sound anything like Elvis. And someone’ll hear you.” Looking around furtively, he noticed that all of the surrounding houses were dark. He pulled away slightly, still not sure that he could count on 3 am to protect them from homophobic Texas.
He felt Dom’s lips against the back of his neck, breathing slowly over a particularly sensitive spot. Billy shuddered slightly. “Give it up, come on. You know you want it.” He felt Dom’s lips purse for a kiss … and then blow a particularly noisy raspberry.
Billy laughed, pulling fully away as he started to unlock the front door. “Dommie, stop…”
Dom looked at him mischievously and raised his eyebrows. “I could just go home,” he offered mock-innocently. “If you really want me to stop.”
Billy stepped inside the front door and turned around with a serious look on his face. “Dammit, Monaghan, you talk too much.”
Dom started slightly, searching Billy’s face for the softening touch of a joke or the sly slide of a mocking smile. When he didn’t see one, his face registered a fair dose of shock along with the hurt as he turned around, “Ok … I’ll just …”
Billy reached out a hand and caught the muscled arm of his slightly taller boyfriend. “Dom,” he said, pulling the arm until he turned around. He laughed suddenly, a puckish grin flashing briefly across his face. “It’s just that there’s stuff I’d rather we’d be doing.”
Dom grinned back and leaned in to the arms of the frustratingly perfect man that he loved. He grabbed Billy’s chin and bit the tip of his nose. “Asshole. You got me. You’ll pay for that one, you know.”
Billy raised his eyebrows, looking thoughtful. “Promise?” He rubbed his growing erection against Dom’s thigh, feeling the rising heat in Dom’s cock. Billy leaned his head down and licked the cleft of Dom’s chin, biting his way down his throat while unbuttoning his ridiculously-patterned western shirt.
Dom closed his eyes for a moment when he felt Billy’s teeth scrape against his nipple. “Oh, I sure as hell do.”
Type: LOTR RPS AU
Author:
belladonnalinPairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R, maybe? For language.
Summary: “’Cause when I say you talk too much, it’s cause there’s something I’d rather you have been doing, yeah?” – Alix Olsen. Silly Billy and Dom-ness ahead.
Distribution: Sure! Drop me a line and keep the headers intact, yeah?
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I’m a liar. They’re all lies. For the love of god, it’s AU … could I own this any less?
Feedback: Makes the world go ‘round – comment or e-mail belladonnlin@yahoo.com. I’ll squee, I’ll fangirl, you might just make a new friend!
Notes: Written as a supplemental story in
deleerium’s “Football” Universe. Because I’m obsessed with it, dammit. Also, first 7 lines of dialogue are taken, directly from Football: 6. This happens directly after.Billy had sobered up enough to jump out of the truck without stumbling when they pulled up to his driveway. He paused on the running board on the truck and turned to Elijah. “You know where he lives, right?”
Elijah nodded, obviously trying to refrain from a derisive comment about being the only sober person in the car. “Yes, Billy, I know where he lives. Thanks for your help. You too, Dom.” Elijah waved his hand impatiently and, once they had jumped down, pulled away.
Dom and Billy watched the truck’s tail lights disappear out of sight around the corner with growing devilish grins.
“They really are cute together, aren’t they?” Billy felt Dom’s arm slide familiarly around his shoulder and leaned against the shoulder he had come to know so well.
“Not as cute as us. Come on, give me some sugar, baby.” Dom replied, nuzzling Billy’s neck and nipping at the jawline.
Billy laughed at the poor attempt at a Mississippi accent. “Shut up, you don’t sound anything like Elvis. And someone’ll hear you.” Looking around furtively, he noticed that all of the surrounding houses were dark. He pulled away slightly, still not sure that he could count on 3 am to protect them from homophobic Texas.
He felt Dom’s lips against the back of his neck, breathing slowly over a particularly sensitive spot. Billy shuddered slightly. “Give it up, come on. You know you want it.” He felt Dom’s lips purse for a kiss … and then blow a particularly noisy raspberry.
Billy laughed, pulling fully away as he started to unlock the front door. “Dommie, stop…”
Dom looked at him mischievously and raised his eyebrows. “I could just go home,” he offered mock-innocently. “If you really want me to stop.”
Billy stepped inside the front door and turned around with a serious look on his face. “Dammit, Monaghan, you talk too much.”
Dom started slightly, searching Billy’s face for the softening touch of a joke or the sly slide of a mocking smile. When he didn’t see one, his face registered a fair dose of shock along with the hurt as he turned around, “Ok … I’ll just …”
Billy reached out a hand and caught the muscled arm of his slightly taller boyfriend. “Dom,” he said, pulling the arm until he turned around. He laughed suddenly, a puckish grin flashing briefly across his face. “It’s just that there’s stuff I’d rather we’d be doing.”
Dom grinned back and leaned in to the arms of the frustratingly perfect man that he loved. He grabbed Billy’s chin and bit the tip of his nose. “Asshole. You got me. You’ll pay for that one, you know.”
Billy raised his eyebrows, looking thoughtful. “Promise?” He rubbed his growing erection against Dom’s thigh, feeling the rising heat in Dom’s cock. Billy leaned his head down and licked the cleft of Dom’s chin, biting his way down his throat while unbuttoning his ridiculously-patterned western shirt.
Dom closed his eyes for a moment when he felt Billy’s teeth scrape against his nipple. “Oh, I sure as hell do.”
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*THUD*
they are so PERFECT!!!!!
*does happy spanking dance*
luv, D
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Glad it worked!