'Just Fiction'
It's been a while since I've posted fic. I wrote this for the monaboyd_month challenge.
TITLE: Just fiction
CHAPTER/WORK IN PROGRESS/COMPLETE: Complete
AUTHOR: owlgrey
PAIRING: Billy and Dom
RATING: NC17
SUMMARY: What if you had to write a slash fic about your mate?
CONTENT/WARNING:
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction…of course!
FEEDBACK: I'd love to know what you think of this!
BETA: silvan_lady who is a complete and utter legend for her thoroughness, patience, and willingness to read outside her usual comfort zone.
“I can't believe that girl's question,” Billy sighed as he collapsed onto the hotel bed and brought the miniature whisky glass to his lips.
“It's an interesting question, you've got to give her that,” Dom replied. “Better than the usual 'what was usually on Elijah's CD?' or 'how long did feet take?'”
“They're questions I can answer.” Billy grimaced as the whisky took its toll on his throat. “They really should vet what people are going to say before they come out with it.” He shook his head and reached for another small bottle. “I'm glad security moved her on. I don't mind 'what was it like to kiss Viggo?' That one's funny, but…”
From his position on the floor, and with a leg now nearly wrapped around his neck in his customary post work yoga pose, Dom quietly asked, “But if you'd answered Billy what would you have said?”
“That… that's a bloody stupid question and you should think of a better one or move along,” Billy grumped. “That's how I'd answer her.”
“No, we know you think it's a stupid question, still what would you answer?” Dom persisted. He was now in his favourite pose, one that had him relaxed and centred.
“There is no answer. It's a bloody pointless question and…”
“You know people write that stuff Bills. Elijah's found enough of it, and Orlando's read some it out aloud…much to Viggo's amusement.” Dom's eyes sparkled at the memory. “So, if you were to…say have a gun pointed at your head and forced to, what would you write?”
Billy rolled his eyes. “Dom, you're an intelligent man, way more intelligent than Orlando. Why are you pursuing this crap?”
“Because it's interesting to suppose. Come on Bills, if you had to write a saucy story about the two of us what would you write?” Dom shifted his bare foot a little in order to accommodate turning to face Billy head on. “Just an academic answer…”
“I'm not giving that a moment's thought,” Billy scowled.
“Me?” Dom said relaxing back into his stretch. ”I'd write about your mouth. You have a most…provocative mouth. That famous little bow…and your accent. I'd have you whispering sweet nothings in my ear in that Scottish brogue. I'd be melting and leaning back and just wishing that…”
“Dom! Cut it out! Now you're being as damn bloody foolish as that girl. All that 'every member of the cast was having some sort of homosexual affair with each other and we're going to write stories about it crap'…Fuck they'll be writing Bill the Pony having it off with Treebeard soon!”
“Ewww splinters!” Dom laughed.
“You see? It is all daft and not worth the time of day and…”
“So there's nothing you could write about me Bills,” Dom pouted. “There's not one single attractive thing about me you could wind into a little…God even just PG rated story?”
“PG?” Billy questioned after a pause. “Well…”
Dom grinned in anticipation.
“…well you're very bendy. I suppose, gun aimed and cocked at my head I could write something about that,” he ventured.
“Ha! Ha! You said 'cocked',” Dom laughed. “We just raised the rating to R!”
Billy rolled his eyes.
“So bendy huh? You'd have me in all sorts of positions and…”
“Dom shut it! I am not writing, let alone considering, doing carnal things to you as you bend your leg behind your neck.” Billy swallowed. “Like you are now.”
“You've got to admit Bills it shows off my bum pretty nicely,” Dom smirked bending his head around to try and look. “Come on, just have a peek...”
“I'm not looking at your bum Dom. I'm going to go have a shower and go to bed.” He paused and added for safety, “to sleep.”
“Aagh, hot shower sex followed by cuddling up in an unfamiliar hotel bed. That should make for a good fic. We could call it 'Soaped and Sated'.”
“You don't let things go do you?” Billy growled as he searched in his suitcase for his wash bag.
“Now there's a good line to use,” Dom grinned grabbing the pad and pen on the bedside dresser and pretending to take a note.
“So everything I say this evening is going to be turned into an idea for a pornographic story about you and I having a homosexual relationship?” Billy grunted from his position on the floor. “Dom at the moment I couldn't even say I like you because you're being so stupid. I like insect knowledgeable, can speak German, intelligent Dom; not write complete and utter crap Dom.”
“Duly noted Bills, duly noted.” Dom unravelled himself and sat cross-legged, a hangdog expression darkening his face. “Sorry, I went totally off on the wrong track.”
Billy nodded, accepting his friend's apology, and headed for the shower, toiletries bag and pyjamas in hand. A nice hot shower and a sleep would be sure to improve his mood.
~~~~~~~~~~
A newspaper thudding against the hotel door woke Billy. You'd think they could just place it there he thought. He stretched and tried to ignore the persistent ache in his bladder which announced he really had better get out of the incredibly comfortable bed and go pee. With a sigh he peeled the luxurious covers down and eased himself up.
From the corner the unmistakeable glow of a laptop screen caught his attention. Dom rarely slept as well as he did, and he was often to be found, in the early hours of the morning checking out creepy creatures only a creepy creature obsessed Dom could love. Billy had been quite shocked to learn that you could indeed purchase these things online, and had once caught Dom inputting his credit card details to buy something which had subsequently given Billy nightmares just thinking about.
However, the screen was not open at a website harbouring all variety of nasties, but at a wordy document. Curiosity aroused, and wondering whether Dom had returned to writing their screenplay at last, Billy ignored his desperate need to pee and padded over to check the screen. A snuffle from the bed opposite told him Dom was sleeping, obviously having left his work and finally gone to bed at…what was it?…4am.
”Home at last!” Dom announced. Well, home as in our hotel room. However, I have to say we got in a good day's scuba diving, and might have found a good location for the shop.”
“Yeah, I have sand where I really don't think there should be sand. I'm going to go have a shower.” Billy pulled at his jeans with a frown.
We'd got further than that! We had a shop already opened and had started our silly scuba diving hijinks Billy thought. And we didn't write it like a story. It was set out as a screenplay. Wonder why he's gone back to the beginning like this?He continued reading, hoping some revelation to explain Dom's changes to the script would become apparent.
”You want me to help you with that?” Dom offered moving closer to Billy.
Billy grinned. “Wouldn't say no.”
Dom took either side of Billy's windcheater and eased it over his head. “What? A t-shirt underneath that? How many clothes did you put on Boyd?”
“I get cold easily,” Billy shrugged.
“Bills you're from Glasgow and we're in LA.” Dom raised an eyebrow.
“Aye I'm from Glasgow but I've still a right to feel the cold,” Billy retorted.
“Love it when you say 'aye'.” Dom's hand crept under the t-shirt, tentatively feeling Billy's skin. “You are cold, want me to warm you up?”
'Aye,” Billy grinned back purposely repeating the word. “Although you're doing a pretty good job of it already.”
“Could do better,” Dom giggled fingers roving down to the top of Billy's jeans. “Now let's get these off and I'll help you with that sand up your arse. Put something else up there which you might enjoy a little more.”
”What the…?”Billy let out. He wheeled around to see if he had woken Dom up, but a faint little snore emanated from under the covers and Billy knew he was safe. 'He's reading that fan fic crap!' Billy shook his head. 'Never lets things go, and takes them too far. I thought he said he was sorry.' However, rather than going for his much needed pee Billy took a sneaky look over at the bed and continued to read…
After a nod of agreement from Billy Dom took his hand and led him into the luxurious bathroom. Once inside he pinned him against the marble vanity unit, hands roving and quickly relieving Billy of his remaining clothes.
“Can't wait to get mine off,” Dom muttered as Billy's fingers began on his shirt buttons. “Need you now.”
With a commanding grunt he pushed Billy into the shower cubicle and turned the tap on. Icy cold water gushed over the two of them, causing Billy to squeal. Dom silenced him with a kiss.
Gradually warmer water flowed over the two of them, glistening on Billy's naked skin, and causing Dom's clothes to cling to him.
“Can see those muscles you've been working on,” Billy grinned, tracing a finger over Dom's soaked shirt.
“You haven't been doing too badly yourself.” Dom slicked some shower gel onto his hands and ran them down Billy's chest. Their mouths connected, Dom hungrily taking in Billy's tongue with a moan.
“Want to fuck you Bills, right here right now.” Dom's fingers battled with his fly, slipping on the mixture of soap and water.
“Gonna need protection,” Billy replied breathlessly. His wet fingers delved into Dom's back pocket, struggling to find the condom packet he knew was always there; for him, 'just in case'.
Just in case for him? Billy shook his head. Billy secretly wondered if in the story he was the only one Dom did this to, and then shook his head again as if to worry the concept out immediately. All so bloody daft. Billy's thoughts began to lack a certain conviction as he read on.
Dom took the condom from Billy and lovingly stroked his friend's cock to full attention before rolling the latex onto himself. Billy moaned at the feel of Dom's fingers on his soft skin, which were then to be replaced by his cock lining up against him and making the slow familiar push he loved so much.
“How many times have we done this?” Dom sighed, lips pressed against Billy's throat.
“In a shower? Not ever,” Billy giggled. “Don't know why not but…”
Billy's words were interrupted by a thrust from Dom's hips.
“Fuck!” he yelped.
Yelped? I never 'yelp'. Especially when I'm being fu…
Dom shifting position suddenly interrupted Billy's thoughts. Thinking he was safe; Dom often stirred quite dramatically when he did eventually get off to sleep; Billy returned to reading. He had to admit to himself he wanted to know what Dom could do so effectively to have him yelping.
“So, what do you think?” Dom's voice had Billy jumping away from the laptop and looking at him like a stunned deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
“Nothing, I wasn't…I just…” Billy stammered.
Dom lifted the covers and lithely jumped out of bed to join Billy.
“Which part you up to? Where we fuck in the shower? Or where we cuddle up in a nice warm bed all sated from our shower sex?” Dom grinned and looked at the screen. “Aaaagh, just where I'm about to put my hand on your cock and help you…”
“Silly girls writing stupid crap,” Billy muttered. “They should all get a life and take up a proper hobby like…”
“I did,” Dom stated looking Billy in the eye.
“Took up a proper hobby?” Billy questioned.
“I did, as in I wrote it,” Dom stated.
Billy was about to reply with 'don't be stupid' or 'stop all this now' but was silenced by Dom wheeling him round to face the laptop screen and recounting next line word for word, even though his head was turned the other way.
”Love you Bills, just so happy this is the way I can show it.”
There were more lines Dom could recount from memory, and he did at length. However, he didn't use words. It wasn't until he and Billy were safely wrapped up in bed; definitely soaped and sated having not even bothered to dry off, that he brushed an errant drop of water from just above Billy's mouth and with a self- satisfied grin said, “Now it's not just fiction Bills.”
TITLE: Just fiction
CHAPTER/WORK IN PROGRESS/COMPLETE: Complete
AUTHOR: owlgrey
PAIRING: Billy and Dom
RATING: NC17
SUMMARY: What if you had to write a slash fic about your mate?
CONTENT/WARNING:
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction…of course!
FEEDBACK: I'd love to know what you think of this!
BETA: silvan_lady who is a complete and utter legend for her thoroughness, patience, and willingness to read outside her usual comfort zone.
“I can't believe that girl's question,” Billy sighed as he collapsed onto the hotel bed and brought the miniature whisky glass to his lips.
“It's an interesting question, you've got to give her that,” Dom replied. “Better than the usual 'what was usually on Elijah's CD?' or 'how long did feet take?'”
“They're questions I can answer.” Billy grimaced as the whisky took its toll on his throat. “They really should vet what people are going to say before they come out with it.” He shook his head and reached for another small bottle. “I'm glad security moved her on. I don't mind 'what was it like to kiss Viggo?' That one's funny, but…”
From his position on the floor, and with a leg now nearly wrapped around his neck in his customary post work yoga pose, Dom quietly asked, “But if you'd answered Billy what would you have said?”
“That… that's a bloody stupid question and you should think of a better one or move along,” Billy grumped. “That's how I'd answer her.”
“No, we know you think it's a stupid question, still what would you answer?” Dom persisted. He was now in his favourite pose, one that had him relaxed and centred.
“There is no answer. It's a bloody pointless question and…”
“You know people write that stuff Bills. Elijah's found enough of it, and Orlando's read some it out aloud…much to Viggo's amusement.” Dom's eyes sparkled at the memory. “So, if you were to…say have a gun pointed at your head and forced to, what would you write?”
Billy rolled his eyes. “Dom, you're an intelligent man, way more intelligent than Orlando. Why are you pursuing this crap?”
“Because it's interesting to suppose. Come on Bills, if you had to write a saucy story about the two of us what would you write?” Dom shifted his bare foot a little in order to accommodate turning to face Billy head on. “Just an academic answer…”
“I'm not giving that a moment's thought,” Billy scowled.
“Me?” Dom said relaxing back into his stretch. ”I'd write about your mouth. You have a most…provocative mouth. That famous little bow…and your accent. I'd have you whispering sweet nothings in my ear in that Scottish brogue. I'd be melting and leaning back and just wishing that…”
“Dom! Cut it out! Now you're being as damn bloody foolish as that girl. All that 'every member of the cast was having some sort of homosexual affair with each other and we're going to write stories about it crap'…Fuck they'll be writing Bill the Pony having it off with Treebeard soon!”
“Ewww splinters!” Dom laughed.
“You see? It is all daft and not worth the time of day and…”
“So there's nothing you could write about me Bills,” Dom pouted. “There's not one single attractive thing about me you could wind into a little…God even just PG rated story?”
“PG?” Billy questioned after a pause. “Well…”
Dom grinned in anticipation.
“…well you're very bendy. I suppose, gun aimed and cocked at my head I could write something about that,” he ventured.
“Ha! Ha! You said 'cocked',” Dom laughed. “We just raised the rating to R!”
Billy rolled his eyes.
“So bendy huh? You'd have me in all sorts of positions and…”
“Dom shut it! I am not writing, let alone considering, doing carnal things to you as you bend your leg behind your neck.” Billy swallowed. “Like you are now.”
“You've got to admit Bills it shows off my bum pretty nicely,” Dom smirked bending his head around to try and look. “Come on, just have a peek...”
“I'm not looking at your bum Dom. I'm going to go have a shower and go to bed.” He paused and added for safety, “to sleep.”
“Aagh, hot shower sex followed by cuddling up in an unfamiliar hotel bed. That should make for a good fic. We could call it 'Soaped and Sated'.”
“You don't let things go do you?” Billy growled as he searched in his suitcase for his wash bag.
“Now there's a good line to use,” Dom grinned grabbing the pad and pen on the bedside dresser and pretending to take a note.
“So everything I say this evening is going to be turned into an idea for a pornographic story about you and I having a homosexual relationship?” Billy grunted from his position on the floor. “Dom at the moment I couldn't even say I like you because you're being so stupid. I like insect knowledgeable, can speak German, intelligent Dom; not write complete and utter crap Dom.”
“Duly noted Bills, duly noted.” Dom unravelled himself and sat cross-legged, a hangdog expression darkening his face. “Sorry, I went totally off on the wrong track.”
Billy nodded, accepting his friend's apology, and headed for the shower, toiletries bag and pyjamas in hand. A nice hot shower and a sleep would be sure to improve his mood.
~~~~~~~~~~
A newspaper thudding against the hotel door woke Billy. You'd think they could just place it there he thought. He stretched and tried to ignore the persistent ache in his bladder which announced he really had better get out of the incredibly comfortable bed and go pee. With a sigh he peeled the luxurious covers down and eased himself up.
From the corner the unmistakeable glow of a laptop screen caught his attention. Dom rarely slept as well as he did, and he was often to be found, in the early hours of the morning checking out creepy creatures only a creepy creature obsessed Dom could love. Billy had been quite shocked to learn that you could indeed purchase these things online, and had once caught Dom inputting his credit card details to buy something which had subsequently given Billy nightmares just thinking about.
However, the screen was not open at a website harbouring all variety of nasties, but at a wordy document. Curiosity aroused, and wondering whether Dom had returned to writing their screenplay at last, Billy ignored his desperate need to pee and padded over to check the screen. A snuffle from the bed opposite told him Dom was sleeping, obviously having left his work and finally gone to bed at…what was it?…4am.
”Home at last!” Dom announced. Well, home as in our hotel room. However, I have to say we got in a good day's scuba diving, and might have found a good location for the shop.”
“Yeah, I have sand where I really don't think there should be sand. I'm going to go have a shower.” Billy pulled at his jeans with a frown.
We'd got further than that! We had a shop already opened and had started our silly scuba diving hijinks Billy thought. And we didn't write it like a story. It was set out as a screenplay. Wonder why he's gone back to the beginning like this?He continued reading, hoping some revelation to explain Dom's changes to the script would become apparent.
”You want me to help you with that?” Dom offered moving closer to Billy.
Billy grinned. “Wouldn't say no.”
Dom took either side of Billy's windcheater and eased it over his head. “What? A t-shirt underneath that? How many clothes did you put on Boyd?”
“I get cold easily,” Billy shrugged.
“Bills you're from Glasgow and we're in LA.” Dom raised an eyebrow.
“Aye I'm from Glasgow but I've still a right to feel the cold,” Billy retorted.
“Love it when you say 'aye'.” Dom's hand crept under the t-shirt, tentatively feeling Billy's skin. “You are cold, want me to warm you up?”
'Aye,” Billy grinned back purposely repeating the word. “Although you're doing a pretty good job of it already.”
“Could do better,” Dom giggled fingers roving down to the top of Billy's jeans. “Now let's get these off and I'll help you with that sand up your arse. Put something else up there which you might enjoy a little more.”
”What the…?”Billy let out. He wheeled around to see if he had woken Dom up, but a faint little snore emanated from under the covers and Billy knew he was safe. 'He's reading that fan fic crap!' Billy shook his head. 'Never lets things go, and takes them too far. I thought he said he was sorry.' However, rather than going for his much needed pee Billy took a sneaky look over at the bed and continued to read…
After a nod of agreement from Billy Dom took his hand and led him into the luxurious bathroom. Once inside he pinned him against the marble vanity unit, hands roving and quickly relieving Billy of his remaining clothes.
“Can't wait to get mine off,” Dom muttered as Billy's fingers began on his shirt buttons. “Need you now.”
With a commanding grunt he pushed Billy into the shower cubicle and turned the tap on. Icy cold water gushed over the two of them, causing Billy to squeal. Dom silenced him with a kiss.
Gradually warmer water flowed over the two of them, glistening on Billy's naked skin, and causing Dom's clothes to cling to him.
“Can see those muscles you've been working on,” Billy grinned, tracing a finger over Dom's soaked shirt.
“You haven't been doing too badly yourself.” Dom slicked some shower gel onto his hands and ran them down Billy's chest. Their mouths connected, Dom hungrily taking in Billy's tongue with a moan.
“Want to fuck you Bills, right here right now.” Dom's fingers battled with his fly, slipping on the mixture of soap and water.
“Gonna need protection,” Billy replied breathlessly. His wet fingers delved into Dom's back pocket, struggling to find the condom packet he knew was always there; for him, 'just in case'.
Just in case for him? Billy shook his head. Billy secretly wondered if in the story he was the only one Dom did this to, and then shook his head again as if to worry the concept out immediately. All so bloody daft. Billy's thoughts began to lack a certain conviction as he read on.
Dom took the condom from Billy and lovingly stroked his friend's cock to full attention before rolling the latex onto himself. Billy moaned at the feel of Dom's fingers on his soft skin, which were then to be replaced by his cock lining up against him and making the slow familiar push he loved so much.
“How many times have we done this?” Dom sighed, lips pressed against Billy's throat.
“In a shower? Not ever,” Billy giggled. “Don't know why not but…”
Billy's words were interrupted by a thrust from Dom's hips.
“Fuck!” he yelped.
Yelped? I never 'yelp'. Especially when I'm being fu…
Dom shifting position suddenly interrupted Billy's thoughts. Thinking he was safe; Dom often stirred quite dramatically when he did eventually get off to sleep; Billy returned to reading. He had to admit to himself he wanted to know what Dom could do so effectively to have him yelping.
“So, what do you think?” Dom's voice had Billy jumping away from the laptop and looking at him like a stunned deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
“Nothing, I wasn't…I just…” Billy stammered.
Dom lifted the covers and lithely jumped out of bed to join Billy.
“Which part you up to? Where we fuck in the shower? Or where we cuddle up in a nice warm bed all sated from our shower sex?” Dom grinned and looked at the screen. “Aaaagh, just where I'm about to put my hand on your cock and help you…”
“Silly girls writing stupid crap,” Billy muttered. “They should all get a life and take up a proper hobby like…”
“I did,” Dom stated looking Billy in the eye.
“Took up a proper hobby?” Billy questioned.
“I did, as in I wrote it,” Dom stated.
Billy was about to reply with 'don't be stupid' or 'stop all this now' but was silenced by Dom wheeling him round to face the laptop screen and recounting next line word for word, even though his head was turned the other way.
”Love you Bills, just so happy this is the way I can show it.”
There were more lines Dom could recount from memory, and he did at length. However, he didn't use words. It wasn't until he and Billy were safely wrapped up in bed; definitely soaped and sated having not even bothered to dry off, that he brushed an errant drop of water from just above Billy's mouth and with a self- satisfied grin said, “Now it's not just fiction Bills.”