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This is my first post in this community, and uh, these are my first desperate attempts at writing slash. There are 4 of the nasty critters, all short and pretty tame. I don't have a beta, and I've only ever posted my writing once before, so any feedback you could give would be adored more than cookie dough ice-cream! I'd love any kind of feedback, so you know, constructive criticism, a simple nod of the head, obscene gestures if you really hate it... I'm not fussy!

I've tried to keep these short because I'm acutely aware of my tendency to ramble, and I would really appreciate it if anyone could let me know if I've managed to get the point across alright in as few words as possible or if it all just sounds daft?

Loads of thanks and squishies in advance.

Title: Blunt
Author: [Bad username or unknown identity: snugette@hotmail.com]
Rating: PG I think. (One use of strong language)
Pairing: DM/BB
Summary: Questions. Regret. The End.
Content warnings: Angst, one use of strong language.
Disclaimer: Yes. It's true. Oh? Oh, sorry... perhaps not it's not.
Feedback: See above ^.^ (Hint, hint!)
Notes: Not exactly an original scenario, sorry. Exactly 200 words. Sometimes I impress even myself *much eye rolling*

Billy’s question is direct and to the point, because it’s Billy, and he doesn’t ask questions often, so he can afford to be blunt.

“What are you thinking?”

There’s a beat, a shuffle of feet, a nervous tug on one sticky-out ear, and then for the first time he can remember, Dom won’t answer one of Billy’s questions.

“Do you regret how this turned out?”

No beat, no shuffle, no nerves or hesitation. “Every second of the day.”

And Dom discovers what happens when you refuse to answer one of Billy Boyd’s direct and to the point questions. You end up on your knees in the middle of a crowded airport terminal, suffocating fast because the muggy air is suddenly too thick to breathe, and your heart strains desperately to follow your stomach, which Dom thinks has just left through his shoulder blades.

“I regret this ever starting because of how it ends…”

And Billy is beside Dom on the grimy tiles; arms wrapped tightly around the boy who’s wishing to God and all the deities ever known that he’d just answered the bloody question. And for the first time he can remember, Billy wishes he hadn’t been so blunt.

Title: Don't Lie To Me
Author: [Bad username or unknown identity: snugette@hotmail.com]
Rating: G or U or whatever rating things that are suitable for all get. (I'm a confused Brit.)
Pairing: DM/BB
Summary: “Then why are you trembling?”
Content warnings: More of the dreaded angst.
Disclaimer: Jelly. Ice-cream. Fiction. Rearrange to make a well known phrase.
Feedback: See above ^.^ (Yes, please!)
Notes: Almost a drabble 103 words.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not. Why would I lie?”

Billy ignored Dom’s look, avoided those eyes. He focused on the younger man’s hands, clasped and resting lightly on one denim clad thigh, one thumb nail rubbing against smooth skin on the back of the other hand.

“Then why are you trembling?”

“Because you’re looking at me like that.” The reply was too fast, too sharp, too practised, and the words were over too soon as they gave way to thick silence again.

Nails dug into skin. Dom didn’t flinch. The awkward quiet was unbroken. Then Billy’s hoarse whisper; “Don’t lie to me.”

Title: Blue
Author: [Bad username or unknown identity: snugette@hotmail.com]
Rating: G or U or whatever rating things that are suitable for all get. (I'm a confused Brit.)
Pairing: DM/EW
Summary: A seemingly endless blue sky...
Content warnings: Uh, angsty?
Disclaimer: More lies baby.
Feedback: See above ^.^ (Would be so great...)
Notes: 114 words.

When it rains, Dom feels unhappy. But it’s not raining, it’s a beautiful day; the sun shining in a seemingly endless blue sky, no whisper of a cloud and it’s not too hot, not too cool.

The sky looks more than familiar, because it’s not just the sky today. Today it’s a reminder of what he’s left behind. It’s the exact same colour, same shade, the same intensity, the same depth of blue as Elijah’s eyes. The sky is the colour of Elijah’s eyes, but the hue in Dom’s memory is brighter, because the last time he saw those eyes they were burning with hurt and shining with tears.

Dom feels like it’s raining.

Title: Bad Habits
Author: [Bad username or unknown identity: snugette@hotmail.com]
Rating: G or U or whatever rating things that are suitable for all get. (I'm a confused Brit.)
Pairing: DM/EW
Summary: Bad habits are hard to break.
Content warnings: You should be starting to notice a trend here. Angst.
Disclaimer: I lost my imagination, can I borrow yours?
Feedback: See above ^.^
Notes: My favourite of the lot. 101 words. I just couldn't do it.

Music blares out of speakers that stand twice as high as anything else in the room, but Elijah can’t stand the silence. He can’t stand the emptiness. Can’t stand the way he misses Dom.

There’s a low table in front of Elijah, as he’s stretched across the sofa. Somewhere among the junk before him is an ashtray, brimming with cigarette butts and grey mess. When Elijah first took up smoking he gave up biting his nails, but that bad habit came back in time. Elijah wonders what he’ll do now he’s given up Dom. Perhaps he’ll come back in time too?

And that, ladies and gents, is the end. Thank you for reading this far, leave me some feedback and I'll send you jellybeans?