Perfect Complements
Title: Perfect Complements
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened.
"Hello?"
"Dom. Help me."
"Billy?" The voice was slightly groggy. "It's five in the morning, why the fuck are you calling me?"
"I need your help. I need to go shopping."
"At five in the morning?"
"Well, no. I was thinking around seven. Want to get some breakfast?"
Dom sighed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Billy wasn't usually a morning person - something that they both shared. He wondered what had come over him. Deciding that he wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep at this point anyway, he agreed. "Fine. You're crazy, you know that?"
"It's why you love me," Billy answered. "I'll be over in fifteen."
Dominic pushed the 'off' button on the phone and set it down next to his bed, sitting up and groaning. God, he hated mornings. Though, he mused, he'd gladly wake up every morning at five if Billy wanted it.
When it had started, he hadn't thought he'd fall as hard as he had. Sure, he had had a crush on the Scotsman, but really, who hadn't? And when Billy voiced the same feelings, over a night of beer and cards, he had been excited, yes. But he didn't expect to fall in love with him.
Sometimes, the least-expected things had a way of happening.
***
Fifteen minutes later - on the dot, Dom noticed with a wry grin - he heard the sound of a horn out in front. Giving one last rub to his still-damp hair, he grabbed his keys and dashed outside. Opening the passenger door, he took in the sight of Billy - hair tousled, eyes still vaguely sleepy (and how, how did he make that look so sexy?) - before sliding in and kissing him in greeting.
"Mmm. Hello," Billy said, smiling.
"Hello to you, too. Shopping? Why?"
"Everything in my closet is blue, Dommie. Blue. All of it."
"You look good in blue."
"I need something brighter."
Dom looked at him. He did wear blue an awful lot, but it really did look good on him. Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair. "Okay. Where to?"
Well," Billy replied, "I did promise you breakfast. We'll get that, and then...I don't know. We'll find somewhere."
"Billy Boyd, PlanMaster," Dom joked. Billy swatted him lightly on the head. "Ow!"
"Aw. Poor baby," Billy said as he leaned over the arm rest to kiss him again. Somehow it turned from a chaste, comforting kiss to one that held the promise of other, much less chaste things.
As they broke apart, Dominic laughed softly. "If that's what happens when you hit me, you should hit me more often."
Billy gave him a look over the top of his sunglasses that made Dom's insides lurch in a very pleasant way. 'Maybe I will."
***
An hour later, stomachs pleasantly filled, the two strode into the department store. Billy turned to Dom and said, with complete seriousness, "I'm all yours."
Dom nodded. Steering him towards the men's section, he picked out a few things that he thought would suit what Billy was looking for. He gave them to Billy, without giving him a chance to complain, and pushed him towards the dressing room, seating himself in one of the chairs adjacent to it.
After several minutes had passed and Billy had not yet emerged, Dom stood up and walked to the door of the dressing room. "Billy. Let me in."
The doorknob turned reluctantly and Dominic walked into what appeared to be a completely empty dressing room. Then, turning, he saw Billy wedged in the corner.
"What're you doing?"
"It's orange." Billy's tone was incredulous.
"What's wrong with orange?" Dom asked defensively. He liked orange. Was wearing it at that very moment, actually.
Billy stepped out from the corner and in front of the mirror. "Dominic. It's orange. I look like a fucking pumpkin."
"Well, what about the other stuff?"
Billy sighed. "It's all too bright."
Dom raised his eyebrow. "You said you wanted bright."
"Yes, well, maybe I don't," Billy replied irritably. Pulling off the shirt he was wearing, he reached for his sweater, but was stopped halfway across the dressing room.
Pulling Billy into his arms, Dominic mumured, "You are a grumpy morning person," punctuating each word with a kiss.
Billy melted into his arms and sighed. "I don't know what I was thinking. I just...I woke up this morning, and I looked at my closet, and everything was blue, and I thought to myself, 'Billy-boy, is this how you're going to be? Monotonous?' and...I panicked."
Letting go for a fraction of a second, he reached for his sweater and pulled it on. Straightening it, he turned towards the mirror and put his arm back around Dom. Their mirror images - Dom in his bright orange t-shirt, Billy in his blue sweater - looked back at them, and Billy smiled. "But then I realized that I didn't need to worry as long as I had you."
Gazing at their reflections, Dominic smiled too. "Perfect complements, eh?"
In response, Billy kissed him.
***
As they drove home, Dominic mused again on the fact that sometimes the least-expected things had a way of happening. He'd certainly never expected to have sex in a department store dressing room.
Life with Billy, he decided, was full of surprises.
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened.
"Hello?"
"Dom. Help me."
"Billy?" The voice was slightly groggy. "It's five in the morning, why the fuck are you calling me?"
"I need your help. I need to go shopping."
"At five in the morning?"
"Well, no. I was thinking around seven. Want to get some breakfast?"
Dom sighed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Billy wasn't usually a morning person - something that they both shared. He wondered what had come over him. Deciding that he wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep at this point anyway, he agreed. "Fine. You're crazy, you know that?"
"It's why you love me," Billy answered. "I'll be over in fifteen."
Dominic pushed the 'off' button on the phone and set it down next to his bed, sitting up and groaning. God, he hated mornings. Though, he mused, he'd gladly wake up every morning at five if Billy wanted it.
When it had started, he hadn't thought he'd fall as hard as he had. Sure, he had had a crush on the Scotsman, but really, who hadn't? And when Billy voiced the same feelings, over a night of beer and cards, he had been excited, yes. But he didn't expect to fall in love with him.
Sometimes, the least-expected things had a way of happening.
***
Fifteen minutes later - on the dot, Dom noticed with a wry grin - he heard the sound of a horn out in front. Giving one last rub to his still-damp hair, he grabbed his keys and dashed outside. Opening the passenger door, he took in the sight of Billy - hair tousled, eyes still vaguely sleepy (and how, how did he make that look so sexy?) - before sliding in and kissing him in greeting.
"Mmm. Hello," Billy said, smiling.
"Hello to you, too. Shopping? Why?"
"Everything in my closet is blue, Dommie. Blue. All of it."
"You look good in blue."
"I need something brighter."
Dom looked at him. He did wear blue an awful lot, but it really did look good on him. Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair. "Okay. Where to?"
Well," Billy replied, "I did promise you breakfast. We'll get that, and then...I don't know. We'll find somewhere."
"Billy Boyd, PlanMaster," Dom joked. Billy swatted him lightly on the head. "Ow!"
"Aw. Poor baby," Billy said as he leaned over the arm rest to kiss him again. Somehow it turned from a chaste, comforting kiss to one that held the promise of other, much less chaste things.
As they broke apart, Dominic laughed softly. "If that's what happens when you hit me, you should hit me more often."
Billy gave him a look over the top of his sunglasses that made Dom's insides lurch in a very pleasant way. 'Maybe I will."
***
An hour later, stomachs pleasantly filled, the two strode into the department store. Billy turned to Dom and said, with complete seriousness, "I'm all yours."
Dom nodded. Steering him towards the men's section, he picked out a few things that he thought would suit what Billy was looking for. He gave them to Billy, without giving him a chance to complain, and pushed him towards the dressing room, seating himself in one of the chairs adjacent to it.
After several minutes had passed and Billy had not yet emerged, Dom stood up and walked to the door of the dressing room. "Billy. Let me in."
The doorknob turned reluctantly and Dominic walked into what appeared to be a completely empty dressing room. Then, turning, he saw Billy wedged in the corner.
"What're you doing?"
"It's orange." Billy's tone was incredulous.
"What's wrong with orange?" Dom asked defensively. He liked orange. Was wearing it at that very moment, actually.
Billy stepped out from the corner and in front of the mirror. "Dominic. It's orange. I look like a fucking pumpkin."
"Well, what about the other stuff?"
Billy sighed. "It's all too bright."
Dom raised his eyebrow. "You said you wanted bright."
"Yes, well, maybe I don't," Billy replied irritably. Pulling off the shirt he was wearing, he reached for his sweater, but was stopped halfway across the dressing room.
Pulling Billy into his arms, Dominic mumured, "You are a grumpy morning person," punctuating each word with a kiss.
Billy melted into his arms and sighed. "I don't know what I was thinking. I just...I woke up this morning, and I looked at my closet, and everything was blue, and I thought to myself, 'Billy-boy, is this how you're going to be? Monotonous?' and...I panicked."
Letting go for a fraction of a second, he reached for his sweater and pulled it on. Straightening it, he turned towards the mirror and put his arm back around Dom. Their mirror images - Dom in his bright orange t-shirt, Billy in his blue sweater - looked back at them, and Billy smiled. "But then I realized that I didn't need to worry as long as I had you."
Gazing at their reflections, Dominic smiled too. "Perfect complements, eh?"
In response, Billy kissed him.
***
As they drove home, Dominic mused again on the fact that sometimes the least-expected things had a way of happening. He'd certainly never expected to have sex in a department store dressing room.
Life with Billy, he decided, was full of surprises.