Fic: All That Matters for Now
Title: All That Matters For Now
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I am a bad, bad person.
Summary: Hobbits, in bars and in bed.
A/N: So after Out of Practice, and its sequel, Getting into Practice, I realised I needed to know what had brought them to this point - so here it is. As usual, lots of cuteness/silliness/falling over. Thank you again to my encouraging beta, canciona.
All That Matters for Now
It wasn't that Billy was homophobic. No, not at all. Some of his best friends were gay. Take Dom, for instance. OK, maybe not gay, but he was bisexual, anyway. Dom had even hit on him a couple of times - when he was drunk enough not to be fully aware of what he was doing - and Billy didn't take offence. Why would he? It's just that... well... the thought of it. Was. Weird. Bits being put in places they were never designed to go. And imagine kissing a bloke? Not that Billy ever imagined kissing a bloke. No. Men were stubbly. Not... soft. No. Billy didn't consider it at all.
It was Elijah's 19th birthday, and they were all in the pub. Dom had forced Elijah to wear a t-shirt he'd had printed specially: across the birthday boy's chest were, upside down, the words 'If you can read this, please pick me up and put me back on my bar stool'. Billy hadn't actually caught sight of the t-shirt, or its wearer, for quite some time now as he had been rather involved in a game of pool with Dom. Billy was just drunk enough to feel pleasantly fuzzy, but Dom was somewhat more out of it, trying as he was to drown his allergies with beer. By this stage of the game, Billy had managed to pot all his balls and just had the eight left. Dom had most of his still on the table, and was currently leaning over it with his arse pointing towards Billy (not that he was looking) and trying very hard to take a shot, while giggling inanely. This had taken some time and Billy was starting to lose patience.
"Get on with it, will you?"
"I'm concentrating."
"Well concentrate a bit harder and take the shot."
Dom did. He managed to miss the white completely, the cue swerved and hit another ball, which sailed into a pocket.
"Oops," Dom sniggered.
"Game over, my friend. But I'll just pot the eight anyway to make sure."
Dom hauled himself into a standing position and hovered behind Billy while he lined up to take the winning shot.
"Ow."
Billy looked over his shoulder to see Dom with his hand over his face. "What now?"
"I just poked myself in the eye with my cue."
"Wanker." Billy sighed and turned back to the table, before taking the final shot with a flourish and winning the game. He stood up and turned to Dom, a triumphant grin on his face.
"Drinks are on you, I believe. There should be enough time to get them in before closing time."
Dom threw a steadying arm around Billy's shoulders, and they started to carefully walk towards the bar. "You're a very gracious winner, Billy, and a very handsome one too, I might add."
"Yeah, yeah. Just buy me a drink."
There was a small commotion at the bar, with Elijah at the centre of it. "Birthday boy!" Dom yelled, reaching out to hug him, before tripping over his feet and falling against Elijah. Dom managed to grab the bar and stay almost upright, but Elijah toppled over, taking two bar stools with him, domino-fashion. He lay helpless with laughter in the pile of debris.
Billy found Orlando at his shoulder and they both stood looking at Elijah.
"That t-shirt, mate. Genius."
The t-shirt was, at that moment, the epitome of perfection.
"Dom's idea. Hey, you OK, Lij?"
"Fine, thank you," Elijah managed to say. "I'm actually quite enjoying myself."
Dom had let go of the bar and collapsed in a heap beside Elijah, both of them bursting in to fresh giggles. Looking at the two of them clutching each other on the floor, Billy felt... something. He shoved it aside, as suddenly Sean was there, out of nowhere.
"Elijah, I think I'd better get you home," he said, before grabbing Elijah's hand and hauling him to his feet.
"I'm so glad you're with me, Sam," Elijah said in his Frodo voice, hanging off Sean's shoulder.
Billy was dragging Dom up off the floor. "You're with me, mate. Come on."
"Have I ever told you you're a very handsome man, Billy Boyd, and that I'd like to kiss you?"
"Yes. Often. And as always, I'm very flattered. Now let's go home."
Somehow he got Dom in a cab, and somehow they ended up at his house, in his kitchen, and he was offering Dom a glass of water. "Stay here tonight, where I can keep an eye on you." He guided Dom to the spare bedroom, helped him off with his shoes and on to the bed, before switching off the light. "Sleep well, mate."
"'Night, Billy."
Billy undressed, brushed his teeth and climbed into his own bed. The feeling from earlier hadn't gone away, but he put it down to the amount of alcohol he'd consumed - enough to feel fuzzy but without completely losing control of himself. He was just drifting off to sleep when he heard the door open.
"Bill."
"You're pissed. Go back to bed, Dom."
Billy heard Dom approach the bed, and rolled over to look at him. He was naked. Not that Billy looked.
"I love you, Billy."
"I love you too, Dom, now if it's all the same to you, I'd like to get some sleep."
Instead, Dom pulled back the covers and climbed in beside Billy.
"Can I sleep here?"
"Whatever. Just as long as you let me get some kip, and soon."
Billy rolled back over to face away from Dom, but lay staring at the wall, his heart beating abnormally fast.
It's just the beer. It's got nothing to do with the fact that I'm naked, in bed, with Dom.
He felt the heat radiating from Dom's body and listened to Dom's breathing.
Oh shit.
Feather-light fingertips were brushing down his spine. Each time they reached his waist they returned to the nape of his neck and began their journey again. Billy felt goose-bumps rise in their path.
"Dom..." he whispered. "...don't."
Ohfuckfuckfuck.
Lips were ohsogently being applied to the back of his neck, breath ghosting in their wake, as the persistent fingertips continued their stroking.
"Dom... you don't mean this... please..."
"Billy..." Billy felt the word against his neck as Dom whispered it. "I want you..."
Billy screwed his eyes tight shut. I can't believe I'm even entertaining this. He was aware he was drunk enough to not consider the consequences, but drunk enough to also not care about the fact that he was drunk enough not to consider the consequences...
Oh what the fuck.
He rolled over and pushed Dom on to his back, planting a kiss firmly on his friend's lips. "There. Satisfied now?"
A mischievous grin spread across Dom's face. "Not in the slightest, mate." He slid his hand around the back of Billy's head, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling him down so their lips met again. Billy felt an insistent tongue, and his lips parted involuntarily to admit it, with a gasp that he wasn't sure came from him or Dom. He found he was returning the kiss. And enjoying it.
Fuck. Shit.
Dom was making a gratified humming sound, and slid his other hand across Billy's back Finally Billy had to come up for air, and propped himself up with an elbow either side of Dom's head.
"Fuck. Me."
Dom chuckled. "Does this mean I can stop pretending to be totally pissed now?"
"Whatthefuck?" Billy leapt back as if Dom had just administered an electric shock, and lay on his back panting on the other side of the bed, his eyes wide.
Dom rolled over on to one elbow and lay looking down at Billy and grinning. "Sorry, mate. It's just that... I thought that if you thought I was sober, you'd never go for it."
"You're not drunk?"
"Well, yes, a bit, but not so much that I don't know what I'm doing." He traced patterns on Billy's chest with his forefinger, Billy feeling too stunned to stop him.
Dom's not drunk. He knows what he's doing. Fuckingfuckinghell.
"Oh shit."
"So..." Dom wriggled closer until he could hook one leg over Billy's. Billy was in a fog, completely confused, but starting to realise that maybe he did want this, and that was all that mattered for now and he could think about regretting it in the morning.
He turned his head to look at Dom.
"We'll still be mates, right? No matter what?"
Dom stilled his hand flat on Billy's chest. "God, Bill, if I thought this would jeopardise that, then I wouldn't be here. Friends first. You and me. Merry and Pip. Always." He grinned.
Billy tentatively put out his hand to cover Dom's, and laced their fingers together. "You're not going to fuck me up the arse, if that's what you're thinking..."
The thought was stalled there as Dom leaned over him and started kissing him again, carefully at first, and then more insistently and urgently. Billy found himself wanting more, more of that clever mouth and tongue, and he loosed his hand from Dom's to lace his fingers in Dom's hair and deepen the kiss. He only became aware of his erection when Dom's hand closed around it, making him gasp and break off the kiss.
"Dom..." he said, startled.
"Shh, it's OK, let me, I want to do this for you..." Dom's lips closed on his again, and the hand started stroking and massaging. Billy found himself moaning into Dom's mouth and thrusting his hips up into Dom's hand, which started to pump faster. Billy's moans grew louder, and Dom released his mouth and pressed their foreheads together. "Yes, Billy... that's it... so beautiful..."
Oh god, this isn't happening, it's so good...
And Billy came, with a cry.
As he floated back down to earth he became aware that Dom was slowly planting small, gentle kisses on his face and neck. Dom lifted his head and smiled a beaming smile at Billy.
Billy thought he'd never seen anything so lovely.
"How was that, straight guy?"
Billy allowed himself to smile back.
"As seductions go, that was pretty impressive, I have to say."
Dom chuckled, and snuggled down on the pillow, cuddling up to Billy. Billy closed his eyes, feeling sleepy and satisfied. He sighed, thinking that maybe he wouldn't regret this in the morning after all. After a few moments, he realised that Dom's arm was performing quick, small movements beside him, and he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the man beside him.
"Dom..." he said.
"It's OK, just let me look at you... oh Billy... yes... Billy..." Dom tensed up, gasped and Billy felt a sudden liquid warmth spurting on his hip. Dom relaxed again with a long, drawn-out sigh and pulled Billy closer. Billy reached out his free arm for the tissues on the beside table, and quickly cleaned up as best he could before cuddling up against Dom.
"Will you be my boyfriend, Billy?" Dom murmured sleepily into Billy's neck.
"We'll talk tomorrow, Dom. Go to sleep." Billy planted a protective kiss in Dom's hair, and drifted off into the best sleep he'd had in a long while.
****
After a much needed couple of days off, they were back in the Shire, and after four hours of sitting and waiting for something to happen, finally allowed a break. As Billy made his exit from the portable toilet, he found Dom hanging around waiting for him.
"Follow me, Pip," he said conspiratorially. Billy followed him around the back of one of the trailers, and as soon as they were out of sight, found himself being grabbed by the scarf and thoroughly kissed.
"Mmm," he hummed, joining in enthusiastically. His hands wandered under Dom's jacket and started to undo his waistcoat. "Hobbits wear too many bloody clothes," he muttered, undoing a couple of shirt buttons and slipping his hand inside, finally finding a nipple and rubbing his thumb over it. He was rewarded by a gentle moan of approval from Dom, who pulled their hips together, deepening the kiss, if that was possible.
"Oh my god."
If the voice had belonged to anyone but Elijah, they would have leapt apart, but as it was, they slowly disentangled themselves and turned to face him. Billy slid his hand out from Dom's shirt and patted his chest sheepishly.
Elijah stood frozen, an unlit cigarette held to his lips and a shocked expression on his face.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"You're nineteen now, you're not young and innocent any more," Dom said, mock-sternly. "What does it look like?"
"Well it looked like Merry and Pippin trying to swallow each other whole, which was a little, um... Startling." He lit his cigarette and blew smoke out, obviously trying to look nonchalant. He waved the cigarette. "So are you guys, like, um, an item or something?"
Billy and Dom looked at each other and laughed. "Something like that," Billy said.
"But Billy... I thought you were, um, straight and Dom's, um, a guy."
Dom looked down at his crotch. "I am?"
"Oh, it's far worse than that," Billy said.
Elijah's eyes widened even more, obviously wondering what other surprises were in store. "It is?"
Dom raised an eyebrow at Billy. "It is?"
"Oh yes." Billy winked at Dom. "He's English."
Dom burst out laughing, partly at Billy and partly at Elijah's total confusion. "Hey, mate, don't worry. Nobody knows yet, it's a pretty new thing."
Billy wrapped his arms around Dom and rested his forehead against Dom's neck. It felt good. Really, really good.
Elijah relaxed and dragged on his cigarette, wandering over to lean on the trailer beside them. "So how long has this... you know."
"Since Friday night," Dom said, trailing his fingertips over Billy's neck. Billy closed his eyes and sighed.
"Since my birthday party?"
"Well, after it, actually."
"After...Ohmigod. You guys are... having sex?"
Billy sniggered into Dom's neck.
"There was carnal knowledge, yes," Dom said matter-of-factly.
"Oh." Elijah frowned into the distance and drew on his cigarette again.
"You'd better not be trying to picture it," Dom said.
Billy snorted with laughter, and Elijah looked at Dom with alarm. "Oh god, no."
"That's OK, then." There was a summoning shout from somewhere beyond the trailer. Elijah took on last drag on his cigarette and dropped it as Dom and Billy reluctantly released their hold on each other. The three of them started to slowly make their way back on to the set.
"Listen, Lij, keep this to yourself for a while, yeah?" Dom said.
"We're still... getting used to the idea ourselves," Billy said.
"Yeah, sure whatever," Elijah said. He stopped and turned to the others, beaming. "Look you guys, I know before, I looked kind of taken aback..."
"You can say that again," Billy said.
"...but I'm really pleased for you. Really. You fucking belong together, if anyone does."
"Thanks, mate," Dom said, clapping his hand on Elijah's shoulder. "Thanks."
They started walking again, and rounded the corner of the trailer. Elijah sniffed the air. "Billy, did you fart?"
"Yes. Sorry."
Dom gave him a shove. "Fuck, mate. That's gross. You're no boyfriend of mine."
"Oh god. Boyfriends. You guys are boyfriends. I think this is going to take some getting used to..."
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I am a bad, bad person.
Summary: Hobbits, in bars and in bed.
A/N: So after Out of Practice, and its sequel, Getting into Practice, I realised I needed to know what had brought them to this point - so here it is. As usual, lots of cuteness/silliness/falling over. Thank you again to my encouraging beta, canciona.
All That Matters for Now
It wasn't that Billy was homophobic. No, not at all. Some of his best friends were gay. Take Dom, for instance. OK, maybe not gay, but he was bisexual, anyway. Dom had even hit on him a couple of times - when he was drunk enough not to be fully aware of what he was doing - and Billy didn't take offence. Why would he? It's just that... well... the thought of it. Was. Weird. Bits being put in places they were never designed to go. And imagine kissing a bloke? Not that Billy ever imagined kissing a bloke. No. Men were stubbly. Not... soft. No. Billy didn't consider it at all.
It was Elijah's 19th birthday, and they were all in the pub. Dom had forced Elijah to wear a t-shirt he'd had printed specially: across the birthday boy's chest were, upside down, the words 'If you can read this, please pick me up and put me back on my bar stool'. Billy hadn't actually caught sight of the t-shirt, or its wearer, for quite some time now as he had been rather involved in a game of pool with Dom. Billy was just drunk enough to feel pleasantly fuzzy, but Dom was somewhat more out of it, trying as he was to drown his allergies with beer. By this stage of the game, Billy had managed to pot all his balls and just had the eight left. Dom had most of his still on the table, and was currently leaning over it with his arse pointing towards Billy (not that he was looking) and trying very hard to take a shot, while giggling inanely. This had taken some time and Billy was starting to lose patience.
"Get on with it, will you?"
"I'm concentrating."
"Well concentrate a bit harder and take the shot."
Dom did. He managed to miss the white completely, the cue swerved and hit another ball, which sailed into a pocket.
"Oops," Dom sniggered.
"Game over, my friend. But I'll just pot the eight anyway to make sure."
Dom hauled himself into a standing position and hovered behind Billy while he lined up to take the winning shot.
"Ow."
Billy looked over his shoulder to see Dom with his hand over his face. "What now?"
"I just poked myself in the eye with my cue."
"Wanker." Billy sighed and turned back to the table, before taking the final shot with a flourish and winning the game. He stood up and turned to Dom, a triumphant grin on his face.
"Drinks are on you, I believe. There should be enough time to get them in before closing time."
Dom threw a steadying arm around Billy's shoulders, and they started to carefully walk towards the bar. "You're a very gracious winner, Billy, and a very handsome one too, I might add."
"Yeah, yeah. Just buy me a drink."
There was a small commotion at the bar, with Elijah at the centre of it. "Birthday boy!" Dom yelled, reaching out to hug him, before tripping over his feet and falling against Elijah. Dom managed to grab the bar and stay almost upright, but Elijah toppled over, taking two bar stools with him, domino-fashion. He lay helpless with laughter in the pile of debris.
Billy found Orlando at his shoulder and they both stood looking at Elijah.
"That t-shirt, mate. Genius."
The t-shirt was, at that moment, the epitome of perfection.
"Dom's idea. Hey, you OK, Lij?"
"Fine, thank you," Elijah managed to say. "I'm actually quite enjoying myself."
Dom had let go of the bar and collapsed in a heap beside Elijah, both of them bursting in to fresh giggles. Looking at the two of them clutching each other on the floor, Billy felt... something. He shoved it aside, as suddenly Sean was there, out of nowhere.
"Elijah, I think I'd better get you home," he said, before grabbing Elijah's hand and hauling him to his feet.
"I'm so glad you're with me, Sam," Elijah said in his Frodo voice, hanging off Sean's shoulder.
Billy was dragging Dom up off the floor. "You're with me, mate. Come on."
"Have I ever told you you're a very handsome man, Billy Boyd, and that I'd like to kiss you?"
"Yes. Often. And as always, I'm very flattered. Now let's go home."
Somehow he got Dom in a cab, and somehow they ended up at his house, in his kitchen, and he was offering Dom a glass of water. "Stay here tonight, where I can keep an eye on you." He guided Dom to the spare bedroom, helped him off with his shoes and on to the bed, before switching off the light. "Sleep well, mate."
"'Night, Billy."
Billy undressed, brushed his teeth and climbed into his own bed. The feeling from earlier hadn't gone away, but he put it down to the amount of alcohol he'd consumed - enough to feel fuzzy but without completely losing control of himself. He was just drifting off to sleep when he heard the door open.
"Bill."
"You're pissed. Go back to bed, Dom."
Billy heard Dom approach the bed, and rolled over to look at him. He was naked. Not that Billy looked.
"I love you, Billy."
"I love you too, Dom, now if it's all the same to you, I'd like to get some sleep."
Instead, Dom pulled back the covers and climbed in beside Billy.
"Can I sleep here?"
"Whatever. Just as long as you let me get some kip, and soon."
Billy rolled back over to face away from Dom, but lay staring at the wall, his heart beating abnormally fast.
It's just the beer. It's got nothing to do with the fact that I'm naked, in bed, with Dom.
He felt the heat radiating from Dom's body and listened to Dom's breathing.
Oh shit.
Feather-light fingertips were brushing down his spine. Each time they reached his waist they returned to the nape of his neck and began their journey again. Billy felt goose-bumps rise in their path.
"Dom..." he whispered. "...don't."
Ohfuckfuckfuck.
Lips were ohsogently being applied to the back of his neck, breath ghosting in their wake, as the persistent fingertips continued their stroking.
"Dom... you don't mean this... please..."
"Billy..." Billy felt the word against his neck as Dom whispered it. "I want you..."
Billy screwed his eyes tight shut. I can't believe I'm even entertaining this. He was aware he was drunk enough to not consider the consequences, but drunk enough to also not care about the fact that he was drunk enough not to consider the consequences...
Oh what the fuck.
He rolled over and pushed Dom on to his back, planting a kiss firmly on his friend's lips. "There. Satisfied now?"
A mischievous grin spread across Dom's face. "Not in the slightest, mate." He slid his hand around the back of Billy's head, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling him down so their lips met again. Billy felt an insistent tongue, and his lips parted involuntarily to admit it, with a gasp that he wasn't sure came from him or Dom. He found he was returning the kiss. And enjoying it.
Fuck. Shit.
Dom was making a gratified humming sound, and slid his other hand across Billy's back Finally Billy had to come up for air, and propped himself up with an elbow either side of Dom's head.
"Fuck. Me."
Dom chuckled. "Does this mean I can stop pretending to be totally pissed now?"
"Whatthefuck?" Billy leapt back as if Dom had just administered an electric shock, and lay on his back panting on the other side of the bed, his eyes wide.
Dom rolled over on to one elbow and lay looking down at Billy and grinning. "Sorry, mate. It's just that... I thought that if you thought I was sober, you'd never go for it."
"You're not drunk?"
"Well, yes, a bit, but not so much that I don't know what I'm doing." He traced patterns on Billy's chest with his forefinger, Billy feeling too stunned to stop him.
Dom's not drunk. He knows what he's doing. Fuckingfuckinghell.
"Oh shit."
"So..." Dom wriggled closer until he could hook one leg over Billy's. Billy was in a fog, completely confused, but starting to realise that maybe he did want this, and that was all that mattered for now and he could think about regretting it in the morning.
He turned his head to look at Dom.
"We'll still be mates, right? No matter what?"
Dom stilled his hand flat on Billy's chest. "God, Bill, if I thought this would jeopardise that, then I wouldn't be here. Friends first. You and me. Merry and Pip. Always." He grinned.
Billy tentatively put out his hand to cover Dom's, and laced their fingers together. "You're not going to fuck me up the arse, if that's what you're thinking..."
The thought was stalled there as Dom leaned over him and started kissing him again, carefully at first, and then more insistently and urgently. Billy found himself wanting more, more of that clever mouth and tongue, and he loosed his hand from Dom's to lace his fingers in Dom's hair and deepen the kiss. He only became aware of his erection when Dom's hand closed around it, making him gasp and break off the kiss.
"Dom..." he said, startled.
"Shh, it's OK, let me, I want to do this for you..." Dom's lips closed on his again, and the hand started stroking and massaging. Billy found himself moaning into Dom's mouth and thrusting his hips up into Dom's hand, which started to pump faster. Billy's moans grew louder, and Dom released his mouth and pressed their foreheads together. "Yes, Billy... that's it... so beautiful..."
Oh god, this isn't happening, it's so good...
And Billy came, with a cry.
As he floated back down to earth he became aware that Dom was slowly planting small, gentle kisses on his face and neck. Dom lifted his head and smiled a beaming smile at Billy.
Billy thought he'd never seen anything so lovely.
"How was that, straight guy?"
Billy allowed himself to smile back.
"As seductions go, that was pretty impressive, I have to say."
Dom chuckled, and snuggled down on the pillow, cuddling up to Billy. Billy closed his eyes, feeling sleepy and satisfied. He sighed, thinking that maybe he wouldn't regret this in the morning after all. After a few moments, he realised that Dom's arm was performing quick, small movements beside him, and he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the man beside him.
"Dom..." he said.
"It's OK, just let me look at you... oh Billy... yes... Billy..." Dom tensed up, gasped and Billy felt a sudden liquid warmth spurting on his hip. Dom relaxed again with a long, drawn-out sigh and pulled Billy closer. Billy reached out his free arm for the tissues on the beside table, and quickly cleaned up as best he could before cuddling up against Dom.
"Will you be my boyfriend, Billy?" Dom murmured sleepily into Billy's neck.
"We'll talk tomorrow, Dom. Go to sleep." Billy planted a protective kiss in Dom's hair, and drifted off into the best sleep he'd had in a long while.
****
After a much needed couple of days off, they were back in the Shire, and after four hours of sitting and waiting for something to happen, finally allowed a break. As Billy made his exit from the portable toilet, he found Dom hanging around waiting for him.
"Follow me, Pip," he said conspiratorially. Billy followed him around the back of one of the trailers, and as soon as they were out of sight, found himself being grabbed by the scarf and thoroughly kissed.
"Mmm," he hummed, joining in enthusiastically. His hands wandered under Dom's jacket and started to undo his waistcoat. "Hobbits wear too many bloody clothes," he muttered, undoing a couple of shirt buttons and slipping his hand inside, finally finding a nipple and rubbing his thumb over it. He was rewarded by a gentle moan of approval from Dom, who pulled their hips together, deepening the kiss, if that was possible.
"Oh my god."
If the voice had belonged to anyone but Elijah, they would have leapt apart, but as it was, they slowly disentangled themselves and turned to face him. Billy slid his hand out from Dom's shirt and patted his chest sheepishly.
Elijah stood frozen, an unlit cigarette held to his lips and a shocked expression on his face.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"You're nineteen now, you're not young and innocent any more," Dom said, mock-sternly. "What does it look like?"
"Well it looked like Merry and Pippin trying to swallow each other whole, which was a little, um... Startling." He lit his cigarette and blew smoke out, obviously trying to look nonchalant. He waved the cigarette. "So are you guys, like, um, an item or something?"
Billy and Dom looked at each other and laughed. "Something like that," Billy said.
"But Billy... I thought you were, um, straight and Dom's, um, a guy."
Dom looked down at his crotch. "I am?"
"Oh, it's far worse than that," Billy said.
Elijah's eyes widened even more, obviously wondering what other surprises were in store. "It is?"
Dom raised an eyebrow at Billy. "It is?"
"Oh yes." Billy winked at Dom. "He's English."
Dom burst out laughing, partly at Billy and partly at Elijah's total confusion. "Hey, mate, don't worry. Nobody knows yet, it's a pretty new thing."
Billy wrapped his arms around Dom and rested his forehead against Dom's neck. It felt good. Really, really good.
Elijah relaxed and dragged on his cigarette, wandering over to lean on the trailer beside them. "So how long has this... you know."
"Since Friday night," Dom said, trailing his fingertips over Billy's neck. Billy closed his eyes and sighed.
"Since my birthday party?"
"Well, after it, actually."
"After...Ohmigod. You guys are... having sex?"
Billy sniggered into Dom's neck.
"There was carnal knowledge, yes," Dom said matter-of-factly.
"Oh." Elijah frowned into the distance and drew on his cigarette again.
"You'd better not be trying to picture it," Dom said.
Billy snorted with laughter, and Elijah looked at Dom with alarm. "Oh god, no."
"That's OK, then." There was a summoning shout from somewhere beyond the trailer. Elijah took on last drag on his cigarette and dropped it as Dom and Billy reluctantly released their hold on each other. The three of them started to slowly make their way back on to the set.
"Listen, Lij, keep this to yourself for a while, yeah?" Dom said.
"We're still... getting used to the idea ourselves," Billy said.
"Yeah, sure whatever," Elijah said. He stopped and turned to the others, beaming. "Look you guys, I know before, I looked kind of taken aback..."
"You can say that again," Billy said.
"...but I'm really pleased for you. Really. You fucking belong together, if anyone does."
"Thanks, mate," Dom said, clapping his hand on Elijah's shoulder. "Thanks."
They started walking again, and rounded the corner of the trailer. Elijah sniffed the air. "Billy, did you fart?"
"Yes. Sorry."
Dom gave him a shove. "Fuck, mate. That's gross. You're no boyfriend of mine."
"Oh god. Boyfriends. You guys are boyfriends. I think this is going to take some getting used to..."