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This was only possible because elmathelas gave pippinmctaggart a prompt, which I promptly stole. It was that good. So I hope those two ladies aren't disappointed.
This is How I Love You
d/b
Disclaimer: This never happened for real.
A world wide tour sounds fun, but it’s not, not when you tour most of the world in a few weeks to promote a television show. Dom had never been so exhausted. He’d always had trouble sleeping on planes and hopping time zones had left him dizzy, weak, and dim-witted.
The plane he was currently on descended through the clouds and circled Heathrow for twenty minutes before being cleared to land. Dom heaved a sigh of relief as the plane bounced along the runway. Usually he didn’t enjoy returning to England. The whole place left him feeling depressed, but this time he didn’t mind so much. He was scheduled to be there for a little over a week. He’d have time to regroup, catch up on sleep, breathe.
Plus, Billy was there.
Dom collapsed inside a taxi and looked out the windows at the overcast sky. It was strange, he couldn’t sleep on planes, but cars put him right to sleep. Once, in New Zealand, he had had trouble sleeping and Billy had loaded him, along with his blankets and pillows, into the backseat of his car and driven him around until he nodded off. He had woken the next morning, cramped but rested. The car was parked on the side of some mountain road and Billy was snoring in the driver’s seat.
He nodded off again as the cabbie wound his way into the heart of London and when they arrived at the hotel Dom had to be shaken awake.
“Sorry, mate,” Dom mumbled. He stuffed a wad of bills into the man’s hand and smiled gratefully at the porter who grabbed Dom’s bags as Dom himself swayed drunkenly on the sidewalk. “I swear I’m hung-over,” Dom said.
The porter arched an eyebrow at him and Dom scrubbed his hands over his face and shook his head.
“I mean, I swear I’m not hung-over. Or drunk. Just tired,” he amended. Then he stumbled, and he wasn’t even walking yet.
“Take it easy, mate,” the porter said and offered Dom a steadying hand. “Sleep it off, yeah?”
“Mmmm, sleep,” Dom mumbled, or might have mumbled, he may have just thought it, inside his head, like.
“Need help with your key?” the porter asked outside the door to Dom’s room.
“Will knocking work?”
“Um.”
“Let’s try it, shall we?”
Dom knocked heavily on the door. The man clearly thought Dom was crackers but he played along, heaving a long-suffering sigh and letting his shoulders slump as they waited.
The door was opened from within by a small, slightly furry man, in a great white dressing robe.
“Thank God,” Dom said. “Can you tap him Billy? I can’t fumble with things right now.”
Billy tapped the porter on his back in a friendly way and then, seeing the defeated look in the man’s eyes, tipped him generously.
“Look at it this way,” Billy said, “At least you get paid to put up with his nonsense. I just have to do it out of the kindness my heart.”
He turned his attention to hugging Dom then and did not hear any derogatory remarks the porter may have mumbled under his breath.
Once the door was closed behind them Dom let himself lean heavily against Billy, still swaying on his feet.
“I’m so tired, Bill. Missed you. Sleep.” He tugged on Billy’s robe. “Looks comfy. Is there another one of these?”
“There is, reserved especially for one Mr. Monaghan.”
“You smell good. I want that. Want to smell. Shower. With soap.”
“You drunk, Dom?”
“Noooo.” Dom whined. “Stop thinking that. Tell the persons of the world. Dom is tired.”
“Okay then,” Billy said. He cradled Dom’s head against his shoulder. “Think I should come with you. Prop you up while you shower.”
“I need someone to take care of me,” Dom agreed. “Just for a little while.”
“You came to the right place then.” Billy squeezed Dom tightly and led him to the shower.
“Feels so good, Bill,” Dom said as the water cascaded over his head and Billy washed his back firmly but not roughly.
“I am a master back scrubber.” Billy eyed Dom’s ass longingly. For the sake of thoroughness and cleanliness he soaped up his hand and slid it between Dom’s cheeks. “I want you so fucking bad,” he whispered in Dom’s ear.
Dom moaned. “I know, Bill. After I sleep, yeah?”
Billy pressed his erection against Dom’s crack insistently. “I’ll do all the work. Let me play with you?”
“Billy, I couldn’t get it up right now if you paid me in Viagra.”
Billy said no more. He just kept sliding his hands over Dom’s body, cleaning every inch of him. Despite Dom’s remarks to the contrary his cock hardened ever so slightly when Billy slid a soapy fist up and down it.
“Gonna dream of you, Bill.” Dom said when he had been swaddled in his own white robe and tucked into bed. “Purely pornographic. Then I’ll wake up and fuck you silly.”
“Alright.” Billy climbed into bed and spooned himself against Dom. It wasn’t even four o’clock in the evening yet but Billy needed to be near Dom. He needed to feel his nearness. They lay quietly for a minute or ten. Dom’s breathing grew deeper and so did Billy’s, though his breathing had nothing to do with sleepiness.
“Dom? Dom, I’m just gonna. Just lie there, Dom.” He slid his hand down Dom’s thigh and hiked up his robe just enough so he could press himself against Dom’s bare backside.
“Billy don’t. Later.”
Billy backed off, but only to slip himself out of his own robe.
“Shhh. Go to sleep. Pretend you’re dreaming.”
“I… Bill!”
Billy pressed himself inside. Dom was so warm, so tight around his cock and Billy didn’t move for a moment, trying to adjust his body to the sensation. He wrapped his arms around Dom’s middle, held him tight and breathed Dom’s name.
“Going to murder you,” Dom slurred.
“Later,” Billy said. “Sleep now.”
He began to rock his hips, rocking Dom in the hold of his embrace. After a few minutes he began to hum a sleepy tune quietly into Dom’s ear, a lullaby. Dom kicked out with his legs once and then settled into the rhythm of the rocking, letting it send him to sleep. When Billy’s grip tightened around him and Billy kicked out with his own legs Dom didn’t even notice. He was fast asleep.
***
Billy cleaned Dom up and then lay in bed for a long while, watching Dom sleep. At six he got up and went downstairs to the hotel restaurant for some dinner and a whiskey. He wandered around outside for a bit, smoking cigarettes and staring at the night sky above the city. By nine he was lonesome for Dom again and headed back to their room.
Dom was spread out all over the bed. His toes were sticking out from beneath the covers in clear violation of the “limbs sticking out of covers= nightmares” rule. Billy had violated Dom once that evening so he figured a little more wouldn’t hurt. He stuck another cigarette in his gob and fiddled with his video camera.
He set it up on the bureau and nearly strained his neck checking the viewfinder. He wasn’t making a porno he told himself. He was making a gift, a gift for Dom. He was making love.
He pulled the covers off Dom so slowly that Dom didn’t even flinch in his sleep. Billy put out his cigarette. Dom had been true to his word. He was dreaming of Billy. He was dreaming of someone at any rate, and Dom, at least, was making a porno, if the state of Dom’s cock was any indication.
Billy kept his kisses light, but not so light as to be ticklish. He kissed Dom’s shoulders, and his elbows and his knees. He kissed Dom’s nipples and Dom moaned and spread his legs, flexing his toes as he did so.
Billy placed a kiss on Dom’s forehead. “Good boy,” he said. “Love you.”
Billy took his time worshipping Dom’s sleeping body. He wanted Dom to see this. He wanted Dom to see him love every inch of him, hence the video camera. It felt strange, like a sacred rite to be left nearly alone with Dom’s body. Billy wanted him to see how well he would take care of it, how he worshipped it, even when Dom wasn’t around.
I love you even when you’re far away. I’ll always love you, even when you can’t see it.
Billy put his head between Dom’s thighs and stayed there for awhile. He breathed in the scent of him, letting his tongue flick out occasionally to put the taste of Dom in his mouth. When he finally pulled away Dom was fully erect.
Billy laved his tongue over Dom’s belly. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I love you awake. I love you asleep. I love you when you’re on the other side of the fucking world. I love you best though, when you’re in my arms.”
Billy kept his voice low. He wasn’t sure if wanted the camera to pick up the sense of his sweet-nothings. He imagined Dom watching the film back in Hawaii, straining to hear the words, but only catching the cadence, the sound of love.
He moved his hand to gently cup Dom between his legs.
“That’s…want that.” Dom tossed his head on the pillow.
Billy left his hand where it was but moved his head close to Dom’s ear.
“Shush, Dom. We’re filming.”
“Wha? Sorry,” Dom mumbled and fell back into silence.
Billy waited for long minutes before moving his hand to slide slowly up and down Dom’s shaft. Fluid gathered at the head of it and Billy tried to restrain himself but he couldn’t help but lean over and suck it away. The taste of Dom was strong in his mouth.
“Don’t wake up,” he whispered. “You’ll ruin your surprise. Don’t wake up but I have to. I have to.”
Billy stretched his cramped legs and placed himself cautiously astride Dom’s narrow hips. He reached around and stretched himself a bit with saliva soaked fingers and settled, with painful slowness around Dom’s cock.
Dom whined.
“Bill!”
“Shh! Don’t wake. Don’t wake up. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just a dream.”
Billy sat still as long as he could and then he had to move. He tried to control it, tried to ride Dom as unobtrusively as he possibly could but Dom had always made him lose his head and he thrust harder and harder until Dom came awake with start.
“No! No, no, no. Go back to sleep.”
“The fuck!” Dom was wild eyed and confused for a moment and then his face settled into lines of what looked like anger. Billy stopped bouncing around and sat frozen, his hands thrust comically into thin air.
Dom’s eyes cleared and he sat up abruptly. His expression was still fierce but he leapt forward and crushed his lips against Billy’s.
“You horny fucking bugger,” he growled.
He flipped Billy off him with more skill than Billy thought Dom possessed and pinned him to bed. He rubbed his eyes on Billy’s shoulder to clear the sleep out them and ran one hand down Billy’s side and reached around to squeeze roughly at Billy’s bottom.
“You want to be buggered? Huh?”
Billy nodded.
“Fine,” Dom said. “That’s just bloody fucking fine.”
He spread Billy’s legs, grabbed hold of his own cock to line it up properly and gave Billy the buggering of his life.
***
Listen, I’m just a bloody camera. I don’t get a say. You turn me on. I look at you. I look at you until you tell me to shut off. I may think that what you’re telling me to look at is boring but, hey, whatever. I look all the same. If you fall asleep and forget to shut me off then I sit here all night. I watch you sleep. You don’t want footage of you sleeping? Then shut me off. Otherwise, I see everything. I see who you grab and cling to in the wee hours of morning. I hear the mumblings you make in your sleep. I see you when you half-wake to struggle over the covers and kiss and I know that in the morning you’ll wonder if it was all a dream. But you won’t wonder long, because I’m here, watching over you. That’s my job.
I’ll see you if you slide from the covers at first light and look at your love still tangled in the blankets. Maybe that look of tenderness, of pure adoration, is one you don’t want anyone to see. Hide it away then, because I’m here, I can’t hide it for you. I can only show you what you show me.
***
Billy woke to find Dom gone. He could hear the shower running though and he wondered vaguely what time it was. He could still see the indent of Dom’s head on his pillow and he leaned over to kiss it. It smelled musty from Dom’s hair drying on it in the night but Billy didn’t care. It reminded him of days spent at the beach, towels drying in the sun. He hugged the pillow to his chest but it wasn’t enough. He wrapped his legs around it and squeezed the bejeezus out of it.
The shower shut off and Billy hastily let go of the pillow. He stretched out in the bed, allowing himself to make all the sounds that go along with a really good stretch.
The bathroom door opened.
“I had very strange dreams, Bill.”
Dom had a towel slung around his hips and his eyes were clear and merry.
“Strange dreams, Dom? What next? Clearly you should return to bed immediately.”
“Clearly,” Dom said, eying Billy’s naked body stretched among the sheets.
The smile on his face as he leaned toward his friend was full of mischief and tenderness. It lit up the room. It shone down on Billy and Billy’s body rose from the bed with heat of it. It was a private smile and the camera was exhausted. Its battery was low, but it stayed awake just long enough to catch the beginnings of a kiss.
***
“Hello, this is Billy Boyd.”
“Billy, you know it’s me. You have caller ID for Christ’s sake.”
“Dom!”
“I got a package in the mail today.”
“Didja?”
“Did you watch this before you sent it along?”
“Nooooo. I felt I ought not to, seeing as I was the one who was conscious.”
“You didn’t turn it off before we fell asleep.”
“Oh?”
“Oh.”
“Where, em, where did it shut off?”
“In the morning. With a kiss.”
“A kiss?”
“Yes, it ended at kiss between two sentient, living, breathing beings and not, say, at a kiss between a man and a pillow.”
“Oh! Well, that’s good news.”
“Billy?”
“Yes Dom?”
“Would it be extremely unmanly to admit to getting choked up over a pornographic video of ones self taken without ones knowledge?”
“You wept like a wee baby didn’t you?”
“I said choked up!”
“Oh! There’s a difference then.”
“Yes!”
“If you say so.”
“Bill?”
“Yes Dom?”
“I…I love you best when you’re in my arms too.”
“Ah. So that camera really does pick up sound well, huh?”
“Every. Word.”
“Huh.”
“Even if one should happen to mumble in his sleep.”
“Oh?”
“We have extremely dirty minds when we’re sleeping, Bill.”
“Well…Good, my conscious mind is rather filthy as well. I’d like a matching set and all.”
“Do you have a copy of this?”
“Yes.”
“Put it in, Bill. Put it in and pull down your trousers.”
“Hang on, Dom. Hang on just a tick.”
This is How I Love You
d/b
Disclaimer: This never happened for real.
A world wide tour sounds fun, but it’s not, not when you tour most of the world in a few weeks to promote a television show. Dom had never been so exhausted. He’d always had trouble sleeping on planes and hopping time zones had left him dizzy, weak, and dim-witted.
The plane he was currently on descended through the clouds and circled Heathrow for twenty minutes before being cleared to land. Dom heaved a sigh of relief as the plane bounced along the runway. Usually he didn’t enjoy returning to England. The whole place left him feeling depressed, but this time he didn’t mind so much. He was scheduled to be there for a little over a week. He’d have time to regroup, catch up on sleep, breathe.
Plus, Billy was there.
Dom collapsed inside a taxi and looked out the windows at the overcast sky. It was strange, he couldn’t sleep on planes, but cars put him right to sleep. Once, in New Zealand, he had had trouble sleeping and Billy had loaded him, along with his blankets and pillows, into the backseat of his car and driven him around until he nodded off. He had woken the next morning, cramped but rested. The car was parked on the side of some mountain road and Billy was snoring in the driver’s seat.
He nodded off again as the cabbie wound his way into the heart of London and when they arrived at the hotel Dom had to be shaken awake.
“Sorry, mate,” Dom mumbled. He stuffed a wad of bills into the man’s hand and smiled gratefully at the porter who grabbed Dom’s bags as Dom himself swayed drunkenly on the sidewalk. “I swear I’m hung-over,” Dom said.
The porter arched an eyebrow at him and Dom scrubbed his hands over his face and shook his head.
“I mean, I swear I’m not hung-over. Or drunk. Just tired,” he amended. Then he stumbled, and he wasn’t even walking yet.
“Take it easy, mate,” the porter said and offered Dom a steadying hand. “Sleep it off, yeah?”
“Mmmm, sleep,” Dom mumbled, or might have mumbled, he may have just thought it, inside his head, like.
“Need help with your key?” the porter asked outside the door to Dom’s room.
“Will knocking work?”
“Um.”
“Let’s try it, shall we?”
Dom knocked heavily on the door. The man clearly thought Dom was crackers but he played along, heaving a long-suffering sigh and letting his shoulders slump as they waited.
The door was opened from within by a small, slightly furry man, in a great white dressing robe.
“Thank God,” Dom said. “Can you tap him Billy? I can’t fumble with things right now.”
Billy tapped the porter on his back in a friendly way and then, seeing the defeated look in the man’s eyes, tipped him generously.
“Look at it this way,” Billy said, “At least you get paid to put up with his nonsense. I just have to do it out of the kindness my heart.”
He turned his attention to hugging Dom then and did not hear any derogatory remarks the porter may have mumbled under his breath.
Once the door was closed behind them Dom let himself lean heavily against Billy, still swaying on his feet.
“I’m so tired, Bill. Missed you. Sleep.” He tugged on Billy’s robe. “Looks comfy. Is there another one of these?”
“There is, reserved especially for one Mr. Monaghan.”
“You smell good. I want that. Want to smell. Shower. With soap.”
“You drunk, Dom?”
“Noooo.” Dom whined. “Stop thinking that. Tell the persons of the world. Dom is tired.”
“Okay then,” Billy said. He cradled Dom’s head against his shoulder. “Think I should come with you. Prop you up while you shower.”
“I need someone to take care of me,” Dom agreed. “Just for a little while.”
“You came to the right place then.” Billy squeezed Dom tightly and led him to the shower.
“Feels so good, Bill,” Dom said as the water cascaded over his head and Billy washed his back firmly but not roughly.
“I am a master back scrubber.” Billy eyed Dom’s ass longingly. For the sake of thoroughness and cleanliness he soaped up his hand and slid it between Dom’s cheeks. “I want you so fucking bad,” he whispered in Dom’s ear.
Dom moaned. “I know, Bill. After I sleep, yeah?”
Billy pressed his erection against Dom’s crack insistently. “I’ll do all the work. Let me play with you?”
“Billy, I couldn’t get it up right now if you paid me in Viagra.”
Billy said no more. He just kept sliding his hands over Dom’s body, cleaning every inch of him. Despite Dom’s remarks to the contrary his cock hardened ever so slightly when Billy slid a soapy fist up and down it.
“Gonna dream of you, Bill.” Dom said when he had been swaddled in his own white robe and tucked into bed. “Purely pornographic. Then I’ll wake up and fuck you silly.”
“Alright.” Billy climbed into bed and spooned himself against Dom. It wasn’t even four o’clock in the evening yet but Billy needed to be near Dom. He needed to feel his nearness. They lay quietly for a minute or ten. Dom’s breathing grew deeper and so did Billy’s, though his breathing had nothing to do with sleepiness.
“Dom? Dom, I’m just gonna. Just lie there, Dom.” He slid his hand down Dom’s thigh and hiked up his robe just enough so he could press himself against Dom’s bare backside.
“Billy don’t. Later.”
Billy backed off, but only to slip himself out of his own robe.
“Shhh. Go to sleep. Pretend you’re dreaming.”
“I… Bill!”
Billy pressed himself inside. Dom was so warm, so tight around his cock and Billy didn’t move for a moment, trying to adjust his body to the sensation. He wrapped his arms around Dom’s middle, held him tight and breathed Dom’s name.
“Going to murder you,” Dom slurred.
“Later,” Billy said. “Sleep now.”
He began to rock his hips, rocking Dom in the hold of his embrace. After a few minutes he began to hum a sleepy tune quietly into Dom’s ear, a lullaby. Dom kicked out with his legs once and then settled into the rhythm of the rocking, letting it send him to sleep. When Billy’s grip tightened around him and Billy kicked out with his own legs Dom didn’t even notice. He was fast asleep.
***
Billy cleaned Dom up and then lay in bed for a long while, watching Dom sleep. At six he got up and went downstairs to the hotel restaurant for some dinner and a whiskey. He wandered around outside for a bit, smoking cigarettes and staring at the night sky above the city. By nine he was lonesome for Dom again and headed back to their room.
Dom was spread out all over the bed. His toes were sticking out from beneath the covers in clear violation of the “limbs sticking out of covers= nightmares” rule. Billy had violated Dom once that evening so he figured a little more wouldn’t hurt. He stuck another cigarette in his gob and fiddled with his video camera.
He set it up on the bureau and nearly strained his neck checking the viewfinder. He wasn’t making a porno he told himself. He was making a gift, a gift for Dom. He was making love.
He pulled the covers off Dom so slowly that Dom didn’t even flinch in his sleep. Billy put out his cigarette. Dom had been true to his word. He was dreaming of Billy. He was dreaming of someone at any rate, and Dom, at least, was making a porno, if the state of Dom’s cock was any indication.
Billy kept his kisses light, but not so light as to be ticklish. He kissed Dom’s shoulders, and his elbows and his knees. He kissed Dom’s nipples and Dom moaned and spread his legs, flexing his toes as he did so.
Billy placed a kiss on Dom’s forehead. “Good boy,” he said. “Love you.”
Billy took his time worshipping Dom’s sleeping body. He wanted Dom to see this. He wanted Dom to see him love every inch of him, hence the video camera. It felt strange, like a sacred rite to be left nearly alone with Dom’s body. Billy wanted him to see how well he would take care of it, how he worshipped it, even when Dom wasn’t around.
I love you even when you’re far away. I’ll always love you, even when you can’t see it.
Billy put his head between Dom’s thighs and stayed there for awhile. He breathed in the scent of him, letting his tongue flick out occasionally to put the taste of Dom in his mouth. When he finally pulled away Dom was fully erect.
Billy laved his tongue over Dom’s belly. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I love you awake. I love you asleep. I love you when you’re on the other side of the fucking world. I love you best though, when you’re in my arms.”
Billy kept his voice low. He wasn’t sure if wanted the camera to pick up the sense of his sweet-nothings. He imagined Dom watching the film back in Hawaii, straining to hear the words, but only catching the cadence, the sound of love.
He moved his hand to gently cup Dom between his legs.
“That’s…want that.” Dom tossed his head on the pillow.
Billy left his hand where it was but moved his head close to Dom’s ear.
“Shush, Dom. We’re filming.”
“Wha? Sorry,” Dom mumbled and fell back into silence.
Billy waited for long minutes before moving his hand to slide slowly up and down Dom’s shaft. Fluid gathered at the head of it and Billy tried to restrain himself but he couldn’t help but lean over and suck it away. The taste of Dom was strong in his mouth.
“Don’t wake up,” he whispered. “You’ll ruin your surprise. Don’t wake up but I have to. I have to.”
Billy stretched his cramped legs and placed himself cautiously astride Dom’s narrow hips. He reached around and stretched himself a bit with saliva soaked fingers and settled, with painful slowness around Dom’s cock.
Dom whined.
“Bill!”
“Shh! Don’t wake. Don’t wake up. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just a dream.”
Billy sat still as long as he could and then he had to move. He tried to control it, tried to ride Dom as unobtrusively as he possibly could but Dom had always made him lose his head and he thrust harder and harder until Dom came awake with start.
“No! No, no, no. Go back to sleep.”
“The fuck!” Dom was wild eyed and confused for a moment and then his face settled into lines of what looked like anger. Billy stopped bouncing around and sat frozen, his hands thrust comically into thin air.
Dom’s eyes cleared and he sat up abruptly. His expression was still fierce but he leapt forward and crushed his lips against Billy’s.
“You horny fucking bugger,” he growled.
He flipped Billy off him with more skill than Billy thought Dom possessed and pinned him to bed. He rubbed his eyes on Billy’s shoulder to clear the sleep out them and ran one hand down Billy’s side and reached around to squeeze roughly at Billy’s bottom.
“You want to be buggered? Huh?”
Billy nodded.
“Fine,” Dom said. “That’s just bloody fucking fine.”
He spread Billy’s legs, grabbed hold of his own cock to line it up properly and gave Billy the buggering of his life.
***
Listen, I’m just a bloody camera. I don’t get a say. You turn me on. I look at you. I look at you until you tell me to shut off. I may think that what you’re telling me to look at is boring but, hey, whatever. I look all the same. If you fall asleep and forget to shut me off then I sit here all night. I watch you sleep. You don’t want footage of you sleeping? Then shut me off. Otherwise, I see everything. I see who you grab and cling to in the wee hours of morning. I hear the mumblings you make in your sleep. I see you when you half-wake to struggle over the covers and kiss and I know that in the morning you’ll wonder if it was all a dream. But you won’t wonder long, because I’m here, watching over you. That’s my job.
I’ll see you if you slide from the covers at first light and look at your love still tangled in the blankets. Maybe that look of tenderness, of pure adoration, is one you don’t want anyone to see. Hide it away then, because I’m here, I can’t hide it for you. I can only show you what you show me.
***
Billy woke to find Dom gone. He could hear the shower running though and he wondered vaguely what time it was. He could still see the indent of Dom’s head on his pillow and he leaned over to kiss it. It smelled musty from Dom’s hair drying on it in the night but Billy didn’t care. It reminded him of days spent at the beach, towels drying in the sun. He hugged the pillow to his chest but it wasn’t enough. He wrapped his legs around it and squeezed the bejeezus out of it.
The shower shut off and Billy hastily let go of the pillow. He stretched out in the bed, allowing himself to make all the sounds that go along with a really good stretch.
The bathroom door opened.
“I had very strange dreams, Bill.”
Dom had a towel slung around his hips and his eyes were clear and merry.
“Strange dreams, Dom? What next? Clearly you should return to bed immediately.”
“Clearly,” Dom said, eying Billy’s naked body stretched among the sheets.
The smile on his face as he leaned toward his friend was full of mischief and tenderness. It lit up the room. It shone down on Billy and Billy’s body rose from the bed with heat of it. It was a private smile and the camera was exhausted. Its battery was low, but it stayed awake just long enough to catch the beginnings of a kiss.
***
“Hello, this is Billy Boyd.”
“Billy, you know it’s me. You have caller ID for Christ’s sake.”
“Dom!”
“I got a package in the mail today.”
“Didja?”
“Did you watch this before you sent it along?”
“Nooooo. I felt I ought not to, seeing as I was the one who was conscious.”
“You didn’t turn it off before we fell asleep.”
“Oh?”
“Oh.”
“Where, em, where did it shut off?”
“In the morning. With a kiss.”
“A kiss?”
“Yes, it ended at kiss between two sentient, living, breathing beings and not, say, at a kiss between a man and a pillow.”
“Oh! Well, that’s good news.”
“Billy?”
“Yes Dom?”
“Would it be extremely unmanly to admit to getting choked up over a pornographic video of ones self taken without ones knowledge?”
“You wept like a wee baby didn’t you?”
“I said choked up!”
“Oh! There’s a difference then.”
“Yes!”
“If you say so.”
“Bill?”
“Yes Dom?”
“I…I love you best when you’re in my arms too.”
“Ah. So that camera really does pick up sound well, huh?”
“Every. Word.”
“Huh.”
“Even if one should happen to mumble in his sleep.”
“Oh?”
“We have extremely dirty minds when we’re sleeping, Bill.”
“Well…Good, my conscious mind is rather filthy as well. I’d like a matching set and all.”
“Do you have a copy of this?”
“Yes.”
“Put it in, Bill. Put it in and pull down your trousers.”
“Hang on, Dom. Hang on just a tick.”