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Lollipop wishes 1/1, ficlett, Dom/Dave.
Title: Lollipop wishes 1/1
Author: Nixxie
Pairings: Dom/Dave
Rating: 15 for mental images
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail address for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com
Summary: Dom sucks and wants for more.
Disclaimers: Not ours. Simple as that! The fact that we wish they were is beside the point!
Warnings: Real Person Slash - meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is not known by us.
Authors notes: Written in 10 minutes, un-beta’d, inspired by these two pictures from the L.A. Premier of TTT:
I wish this was him.
But it’s not, and it’s not even a good substitute for him.
But still I suck.
And think of his lips, mine around him, on him, tongue in him, lazy days, hand in hand, traipsing over fields together, sunny picnics and dreamy nights.
I’ll show you this land, he said, and show me he did, for four glorious months we did, we were together, we were inseparable, but then it had to happen eventually didn’t it.
Her.
I knew he had a wife, it always niggled at the back of my mind, mostly when my hands ran through wiry red hairs, and thought of slimmer versions doing the same.
But he was away from home, and play away he did. He played with me.
And yes I’ll admit I played with him just as much, tried to cling when I knew I couldn’t, tried to draw him away from friends, tried to keep him mine and mine alone.
Tried to keep those blue eyes clear.
But they became cloudy eventually.
I have to go home, he said. And home he went. Back to his wife, back across the ocean to his usual life.
And left a huge gap in mine.
And so here I suck. And I catch his eye. And he seems alone tonight, no sign of pretty hanging off his arm, just him, and me.
And an ocean of memories in between us.
And the camera flashes, and back I’m drawn to my job, to the happy smiling guy I’m supposed to be. And he goes back to his group of press, talking and joking.
And yet his eyes trail back, and mine to his. As different as night and day they said we were, it’d never work, they said, he’s married, they said.
And yet tonight I don’t want to think of that.
Tonight I want to last forever.
Tonight I want something more substantial to suck on.
I wish this was him.
And soon it will be again.
Author: Nixxie
Pairings: Dom/Dave
Rating: 15 for mental images
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail address for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com
Summary: Dom sucks and wants for more.
Disclaimers: Not ours. Simple as that! The fact that we wish they were is beside the point!
Warnings: Real Person Slash - meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is not known by us.
Authors notes: Written in 10 minutes, un-beta’d, inspired by these two pictures from the L.A. Premier of TTT:
I wish this was him.
But it’s not, and it’s not even a good substitute for him.
But still I suck.
And think of his lips, mine around him, on him, tongue in him, lazy days, hand in hand, traipsing over fields together, sunny picnics and dreamy nights.
I’ll show you this land, he said, and show me he did, for four glorious months we did, we were together, we were inseparable, but then it had to happen eventually didn’t it.
Her.
I knew he had a wife, it always niggled at the back of my mind, mostly when my hands ran through wiry red hairs, and thought of slimmer versions doing the same.
But he was away from home, and play away he did. He played with me.
And yes I’ll admit I played with him just as much, tried to cling when I knew I couldn’t, tried to draw him away from friends, tried to keep him mine and mine alone.
Tried to keep those blue eyes clear.
But they became cloudy eventually.
I have to go home, he said. And home he went. Back to his wife, back across the ocean to his usual life.
And left a huge gap in mine.
And so here I suck. And I catch his eye. And he seems alone tonight, no sign of pretty hanging off his arm, just him, and me.
And an ocean of memories in between us.
And the camera flashes, and back I’m drawn to my job, to the happy smiling guy I’m supposed to be. And he goes back to his group of press, talking and joking.
And yet his eyes trail back, and mine to his. As different as night and day they said we were, it’d never work, they said, he’s married, they said.
And yet tonight I don’t want to think of that.
Tonight I want to last forever.
Tonight I want something more substantial to suck on.
I wish this was him.
And soon it will be again.