The Finger
Title: The Finger
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG
Summary: A double drabble. My first, and the shortest thing I’ve ever written. Just an idea that came to me one day, and I finally got around to transcribing it from my notebook.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Dedicated my dear beta, frojane. I know I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating: I have no idea what I would do without you.
The Finger
Curled up on his side, Dom watches silently, intoxicated by the fluttering ginger eyelashes and soft, cupid’s bow of his best mate’s mouth.
It’s all Elijah’s fault that they’re laying in bed together, since he’s the one who insisted the hobbits get together and ingest copious amounts of alcohol last night. It was evident early on that nobody would be going home, and Dom and Billy ended up sharing the bed in the spare room, while Sean crashed on the couch, his snores rumbling down the hall.
All was well until Dom woke up nearly half an hour ago, sprawled at Billy’s side, and ever since, Dom’s been hopelessly mesmerized. Weeks of working side by side, so close but yet so far, and now they’re mere inches apart.
Unable to stop himself as the carefully tucked away longing slips free for a moment, Dom’s elegant, slender hand closes the distance between their prone bodies. Ever so gently, the tip of Dom’s finger traces the seam of Billy’s cherubic lips, then the seductive lower curve.
So caught up in the unguarded, stolen moment, Dom doesn’t realize that he’s being watched until he feels a sleepy, green-eyed gaze, and then Billy smiles.
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Part 2
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG
Summary: A double drabble. My first, and the shortest thing I’ve ever written. Just an idea that came to me one day, and I finally got around to transcribing it from my notebook.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Dedicated my dear beta, frojane. I know I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating: I have no idea what I would do without you.
The Finger
Curled up on his side, Dom watches silently, intoxicated by the fluttering ginger eyelashes and soft, cupid’s bow of his best mate’s mouth.
It’s all Elijah’s fault that they’re laying in bed together, since he’s the one who insisted the hobbits get together and ingest copious amounts of alcohol last night. It was evident early on that nobody would be going home, and Dom and Billy ended up sharing the bed in the spare room, while Sean crashed on the couch, his snores rumbling down the hall.
All was well until Dom woke up nearly half an hour ago, sprawled at Billy’s side, and ever since, Dom’s been hopelessly mesmerized. Weeks of working side by side, so close but yet so far, and now they’re mere inches apart.
Unable to stop himself as the carefully tucked away longing slips free for a moment, Dom’s elegant, slender hand closes the distance between their prone bodies. Ever so gently, the tip of Dom’s finger traces the seam of Billy’s cherubic lips, then the seductive lower curve.
So caught up in the unguarded, stolen moment, Dom doesn’t realize that he’s being watched until he feels a sleepy, green-eyed gaze, and then Billy smiles.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Part 2