"Dom Gets Lost" (Dom/Billy, Glasgow/LA, January 2004)
Title: Dom Gets Lost
Authors: msilverstar and unstealthy
Pairing: Dom Monaghan/Billy Boyd
Rating: R
Disclaimer: There was probably a phone call, but I'm pretty sure it didn't go like this.
Summary: Dom's got big news and phones Billy.
A/N: LA/Glasgow, late January 2004. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
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Finally Dom's home, and alone. He can't wait to tell Billy the news; really, he's the only person that matters, after his mum and dad. As soon as the door's closed and his shoes are off, he picks up the phone and dials Billy's cellphone.
A part of Billy's mind has been waiting for Dom to ring, so he's ready and nips right out of the pub when his mobile vibrates. "Billy's House of Beer," he answers.
Dom grins hugely and composes himself, making his voice flat. "Hey, Bill."
"What's the news?" Billy asks, hoping hard that Dom's finally broken through the casting wall.
For added effect, Dom gives a long, dramatic sigh. "I just got a call from my agent," he says, and then sighs again in case Billy hasn't got the idea.
Billy's furious at all the casting directors in LA, who can't see past Dom's ears to the insanely talented actor. "Oh fuck, again?" he asks, hoping he misunderstood.
"You got time to talk, mate?" Dom says, putting a slight wobble in his voice and then biting a cushion to stop himself from laughing out loud.
"Yeah, course, I'll give the end of the quiz a miss." Billy muffles the phone, calls back to his mates through the door and starts walking home. "Tell me exactly what happened," he says. Dom deserves more than a friendly voice on the phone, but that's all Billy can give right now.
"It's been such a fucking drawn-out process, you know?" Dom stretches out on the couch. Some of this frustration is real, although the ending was worth it. "They kept calling me back in and calling me back in, and then finally they said they'd let me know, and it's been two days. Two fucking days of torture."
Quietly, to avoid echoing down the street, Billy asks, "What did they say? Who was it, your agent?"
"Yeah, she just called." A huge grin spreads across Dom's face again, and this time he lets it show in his voice. "She told me they want me to come in for a meeting next week, because I fucking got the job! I got it, Billy!" He shouts the last few words at the ceiling, wishing so hard that he could see Billy's face.
"Fantastic!" Billy's so relieved that he feels like he can fly. "That's fucking great, Dom!"
"God, Bill, I can't believe it." Dom laughs out loud. "It's the pilot of a TV show, and it's JJ Abrams, and they've got such fucking amazing ideas, I can't tell you, Bill." Dom sighs again, with happiness, this time. "God, I'm so happy."
Nearly dancing up his steps, Billy grins at the air, "You deserve it, you'll be brilliant! JJ Abrams, is he the Buffy bloke?"
Dom laughs again. "No, but he's pretty big in TV over here, have you seen Alias? I know it's on over there, my brother likes it. Anyway, fuck, Billy, I'm going to play a rock star!" Dom's laughter is almost manic now.
Billy says, "You'll be needing a vocal coach, even rock stars are supposed to carry a tune." He's in the door and into the lounge where he can be as loud as he pleases.
"Yeah mate," Dom chuckles. "I want private lessons, from you."
"When does it start? I'll be in LA next month for the Oscars and all."
"You will? The Oscars? How come?" Dom laughs. On top of all this, they're going to the Oscars. "Fucking hell, Bill, my life. We're shooting in the summer, I think. When are you getting here so we can get trolleyed?"
This all tumbles out of Dom so fast that Billy answers the lot of it at once, "Our lives, yeah, who would have thought? I'll be there soon enough. I'm still jetlagged from Japan I think."
"You wuss. God, I can't wait to see you." Dom bounces on the sofa. "We'll have celebratory beers and shagging."
"Abso-fucking-lutely," Billy says, kicking off his shoes and lying down on the sofa. Dom's rather cute when he's excited. "We'll get completely blootered and sleep as late as we want."
"You're going to be knackered, mate. Shagged out. I'm going to own your body." A picture forms in Dom's mind, making him giggle. "Poor Lij will walk in on me giving you a blow job and his world will shatter. But then we'll all get pissed together and everything will be okay again." Dom realises how idiotic he sounds, and laughs. "I think I'm a bit manic, Bill."
Billy's been chuckling fondly through Dom's imaginary journey, but only says, gravely, "A bit, yeah." Dom makes a rude noise, apparently having not wanted agreement, but he's given Billy some ideas. "If you're that manic," he says, "I'll have to tie you to the bed, and only let you up when you're so shagged out that you have no energy at all."
Dom rather likes the direction the conversation has taken. "No-ho-ho, it's going to be you that's shagged out, old man. I'm like the Energizer Sex Bunny."
"You can be as energetic as you like, tied spread out and naked." And isn't that a lovely image in Billy's head? "I'll just nip off and get a cup of tea, while you wait for me."
Billy really does have Dom in the palm of his hand. Dom swallows and adjusts himself in his trousers before making a vain effort to assert himself. "Like you could have me spread out and naked and just do nothing. Right."
Smirking, Billy says, "I'd fuck you first, of course. Then just leave you there. Waiting for me. If you're too loud, I'll gag you."
This is getting serious, so serious that Dom has run out of comebacks. "Oh, you're a cruel man, Billy Boyd," he says, rubbing his burgeoning erection through the fabric of his trousers.
"That I am, I'll take the mickey out of you and make you love it." Billy stands up and fetches his hands-free kit, bought after he discovered the joys of Dom's voice during phone sex couldn't overcome the dreadful mess it makes of his neck, if he's trying to listen to the mobile phone itself. He has it on in time to hear Dom's breath catch and his little moan. Billy's half moaning too as he says, "You'll be so good after that, do whatever I want, no arguments or bouncing off walls."
Billy's voice has got Dom quiet and still. "I'll do whatever you want, you know I will," he says. He's breathing deep now, aroused by Billy's command over him, not to mention the ideas he's got. "Can I..." he says, hesitantly, "Can I touch myself?
His mouth suddenly dry, Billy says, "Yeah, touch your cock. In fact, that's an order." He wonders how fast he could make Dom come, and rubs his own cock just thinking about it.
Immediately, Dom unzips his fly and frees his hard cock with a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I wish it was you touching me."
"God, I wish I was too," Billy says, pushing down his own jeans and underpants. "Do you have any of my marks left on your skin, from Japan?" They'd done a little shopping in the kinky stores there, and tried out some of the new toys.
The memory of their games in Tokyo makes Dom moan and bite his lip. "No, they've all faded." He starts stroking his cock. "Need more, need you, Bill."
"You're gorgeous, Dom, you're a star." Billy runs his hand down to his balls and rolls them around, the way Dom does it, feels so good. "Now, with your other hand," Billy says in a low voice, "touch yourself on your nipple, squeeze it, pinch it hard."
All Dom can do is obey. Holding the phone under his chin he groans softly as his hand pinches his nipple, and wanks faster. "If you were here I'd beg you to bite me."
Billy can tell Dom's contorting round the phone, and smirks, "Told you to get a hands-free, ya wanker." But that's not the point, and he goes on, "I want to use my hand, pinch you.... take a big pinch and twist. Make you yell." He aches to touch Dom, to hear and smell and taste him.
"Oh god, yeah," Dom pants down the phone. "Can I? Do that, to myself I mean?"
"Yeah, do that right now, while I'm listening," Billy says, tweaking his own nipple and rubbing along his cock.
Dom breathes for a moment, then grasps a wedge of skin from his inner thigh and twists it hard. "Oh fuck!" he cries, the pain making him jerk his hips, thrusting his cock into the circle of his hand. He pants, sweating, and wanks harder.
The noises Dom makes are going straight to Billy's cock, and he asks, "Where was that, where did you pinch?"
"Inner thigh, my inner thigh," Dom pants. "I hope there'll be a bruise, I can touch it and think of you."
Billy smiles at Dom's eagerness and at the memory of the inside of Dom's thighs. He squeezes his own cock, and says, "Do your nipple, the other one this time, I want to hear it."
"Yeah..." Dom pinches his nipple, twists hard, and yells with the resulting painpleasure that sears through him. "Ohgod, gonna come soon, please can I come for you?"
Dom's eagerness is incredibly hot, just the way he wants so much, and yet, asks permission. Billy says, "Do it, let me hear it though, I want to hear everything." His hand is moving faster on his cock, just listening to Dom's noises and imagining what he looks like right now.
It's all Dom needs. "Fuck, Billy, fuck!" he gasps as he comes.
"Oh yeah, do that, 's good, beautiful," Billy murmurs, his whole body yearning to touch.
Still coming, fisting his cock, Dom groans, wishing he was pressed against Billy's naked body. Gradually, his orgasm subsides and he calms down. "Love you, Bill, wish you were here," he pants.
Thrusting into his fist, Billy says, "Love ya, mate, wish I were there, wish I could taste you, bend you over a table and feel you..."
Dom can hear Billy wanking and wants to help him along a bit, so puts on his best phone sex voice. "I want to suck your cock, hear you moan, make you come..."
Billy's breathing so hard he can barely think, he's so aroused by Dom's words and even more his tone. With a heartfelt, "Oh fuck, yeah," Billy comes into his hand, his whole body rocking into the feeling.
The sounds Billy's making are intensely gratifying, and Dom wants to encourage him to make more of them. "I'm gonna swallow your come, lick it all up and suck it 'til you're spent," Dom murmurs down the phone.
And that's what it takes to make Billy arch and come in his own hand, groaning wordlessly. He can hear Dom's smug smile right through the phone. "You have the voice for phone sex," Billy says, as his brain returns to a functional state, "when it goes low like that, no one could resist."
"I don't know about 'no-one'..." Dom chuckles. A sudden wave of missing Billy washes over him and he sighs. "We'll celebrate properly when you're here, yeah?"
"Celebrate your job, the show!" Billy agrees. He reaches for his underpants and wipes his hand and groin, then pulls a blanket over his bare bottom half. "I'll see if I can push my ticket up, come earlier. Am I staying at your flat?"
"You'd better be. In my bed, if I've got any say in it." Dom can hardly believe Billy's even asking.
Billy says, "That'll be grand." He sighs a bit and says, "Does all this mean you won't be coming to stay with me in July?"
Damn. They'd arranged for Dom to spend time in Glasgow during a planned furlough in the UK in the summer. "I think I'll be shooting the thing in July, no definite dates yet, but if the pilot's going out in September..." Dom sighs more, as it sinks in that every silver lining has a corresponding cloud. "Sorry, Bill."
"That's fine, work comes first," Billy says, but it is not fine. They were going to work on their script (finally), and Billy had some ideas of parts Dom might audition for. He'd rather hoped to lure Dom back from LA, what with the drought of work there.
Of course it's not fine, Dom thinks, but he's not about to get into that on the phone. He suspects Billy is upset, and aches to hold him, partly because he's feeling deprived himself. If the TV show takes off, he'll be home a lot less in future. "Love you, Bill, I'll see you very soon..." he murmurs. "Can't wait."
"Few weeks at the longest," Billy answers, trying to be upbeat about it, "and you'll know loads more about the show by then." He makes kissy noises into the phone. "Bye Dom, love you," he says, and presses the button. He keeps the blanket round him as he stands up and heads for the cupboard with the whisky.
Authors: msilverstar and unstealthy
Pairing: Dom Monaghan/Billy Boyd
Rating: R
Disclaimer: There was probably a phone call, but I'm pretty sure it didn't go like this.
Summary: Dom's got big news and phones Billy.
A/N: LA/Glasgow, late January 2004. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
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Finally Dom's home, and alone. He can't wait to tell Billy the news; really, he's the only person that matters, after his mum and dad. As soon as the door's closed and his shoes are off, he picks up the phone and dials Billy's cellphone.
A part of Billy's mind has been waiting for Dom to ring, so he's ready and nips right out of the pub when his mobile vibrates. "Billy's House of Beer," he answers.
Dom grins hugely and composes himself, making his voice flat. "Hey, Bill."
"What's the news?" Billy asks, hoping hard that Dom's finally broken through the casting wall.
For added effect, Dom gives a long, dramatic sigh. "I just got a call from my agent," he says, and then sighs again in case Billy hasn't got the idea.
Billy's furious at all the casting directors in LA, who can't see past Dom's ears to the insanely talented actor. "Oh fuck, again?" he asks, hoping he misunderstood.
"You got time to talk, mate?" Dom says, putting a slight wobble in his voice and then biting a cushion to stop himself from laughing out loud.
"Yeah, course, I'll give the end of the quiz a miss." Billy muffles the phone, calls back to his mates through the door and starts walking home. "Tell me exactly what happened," he says. Dom deserves more than a friendly voice on the phone, but that's all Billy can give right now.
"It's been such a fucking drawn-out process, you know?" Dom stretches out on the couch. Some of this frustration is real, although the ending was worth it. "They kept calling me back in and calling me back in, and then finally they said they'd let me know, and it's been two days. Two fucking days of torture."
Quietly, to avoid echoing down the street, Billy asks, "What did they say? Who was it, your agent?"
"Yeah, she just called." A huge grin spreads across Dom's face again, and this time he lets it show in his voice. "She told me they want me to come in for a meeting next week, because I fucking got the job! I got it, Billy!" He shouts the last few words at the ceiling, wishing so hard that he could see Billy's face.
"Fantastic!" Billy's so relieved that he feels like he can fly. "That's fucking great, Dom!"
"God, Bill, I can't believe it." Dom laughs out loud. "It's the pilot of a TV show, and it's JJ Abrams, and they've got such fucking amazing ideas, I can't tell you, Bill." Dom sighs again, with happiness, this time. "God, I'm so happy."
Nearly dancing up his steps, Billy grins at the air, "You deserve it, you'll be brilliant! JJ Abrams, is he the Buffy bloke?"
Dom laughs again. "No, but he's pretty big in TV over here, have you seen Alias? I know it's on over there, my brother likes it. Anyway, fuck, Billy, I'm going to play a rock star!" Dom's laughter is almost manic now.
Billy says, "You'll be needing a vocal coach, even rock stars are supposed to carry a tune." He's in the door and into the lounge where he can be as loud as he pleases.
"Yeah mate," Dom chuckles. "I want private lessons, from you."
"When does it start? I'll be in LA next month for the Oscars and all."
"You will? The Oscars? How come?" Dom laughs. On top of all this, they're going to the Oscars. "Fucking hell, Bill, my life. We're shooting in the summer, I think. When are you getting here so we can get trolleyed?"
This all tumbles out of Dom so fast that Billy answers the lot of it at once, "Our lives, yeah, who would have thought? I'll be there soon enough. I'm still jetlagged from Japan I think."
"You wuss. God, I can't wait to see you." Dom bounces on the sofa. "We'll have celebratory beers and shagging."
"Abso-fucking-lutely," Billy says, kicking off his shoes and lying down on the sofa. Dom's rather cute when he's excited. "We'll get completely blootered and sleep as late as we want."
"You're going to be knackered, mate. Shagged out. I'm going to own your body." A picture forms in Dom's mind, making him giggle. "Poor Lij will walk in on me giving you a blow job and his world will shatter. But then we'll all get pissed together and everything will be okay again." Dom realises how idiotic he sounds, and laughs. "I think I'm a bit manic, Bill."
Billy's been chuckling fondly through Dom's imaginary journey, but only says, gravely, "A bit, yeah." Dom makes a rude noise, apparently having not wanted agreement, but he's given Billy some ideas. "If you're that manic," he says, "I'll have to tie you to the bed, and only let you up when you're so shagged out that you have no energy at all."
Dom rather likes the direction the conversation has taken. "No-ho-ho, it's going to be you that's shagged out, old man. I'm like the Energizer Sex Bunny."
"You can be as energetic as you like, tied spread out and naked." And isn't that a lovely image in Billy's head? "I'll just nip off and get a cup of tea, while you wait for me."
Billy really does have Dom in the palm of his hand. Dom swallows and adjusts himself in his trousers before making a vain effort to assert himself. "Like you could have me spread out and naked and just do nothing. Right."
Smirking, Billy says, "I'd fuck you first, of course. Then just leave you there. Waiting for me. If you're too loud, I'll gag you."
This is getting serious, so serious that Dom has run out of comebacks. "Oh, you're a cruel man, Billy Boyd," he says, rubbing his burgeoning erection through the fabric of his trousers.
"That I am, I'll take the mickey out of you and make you love it." Billy stands up and fetches his hands-free kit, bought after he discovered the joys of Dom's voice during phone sex couldn't overcome the dreadful mess it makes of his neck, if he's trying to listen to the mobile phone itself. He has it on in time to hear Dom's breath catch and his little moan. Billy's half moaning too as he says, "You'll be so good after that, do whatever I want, no arguments or bouncing off walls."
Billy's voice has got Dom quiet and still. "I'll do whatever you want, you know I will," he says. He's breathing deep now, aroused by Billy's command over him, not to mention the ideas he's got. "Can I..." he says, hesitantly, "Can I touch myself?
His mouth suddenly dry, Billy says, "Yeah, touch your cock. In fact, that's an order." He wonders how fast he could make Dom come, and rubs his own cock just thinking about it.
Immediately, Dom unzips his fly and frees his hard cock with a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I wish it was you touching me."
"God, I wish I was too," Billy says, pushing down his own jeans and underpants. "Do you have any of my marks left on your skin, from Japan?" They'd done a little shopping in the kinky stores there, and tried out some of the new toys.
The memory of their games in Tokyo makes Dom moan and bite his lip. "No, they've all faded." He starts stroking his cock. "Need more, need you, Bill."
"You're gorgeous, Dom, you're a star." Billy runs his hand down to his balls and rolls them around, the way Dom does it, feels so good. "Now, with your other hand," Billy says in a low voice, "touch yourself on your nipple, squeeze it, pinch it hard."
All Dom can do is obey. Holding the phone under his chin he groans softly as his hand pinches his nipple, and wanks faster. "If you were here I'd beg you to bite me."
Billy can tell Dom's contorting round the phone, and smirks, "Told you to get a hands-free, ya wanker." But that's not the point, and he goes on, "I want to use my hand, pinch you.... take a big pinch and twist. Make you yell." He aches to touch Dom, to hear and smell and taste him.
"Oh god, yeah," Dom pants down the phone. "Can I? Do that, to myself I mean?"
"Yeah, do that right now, while I'm listening," Billy says, tweaking his own nipple and rubbing along his cock.
Dom breathes for a moment, then grasps a wedge of skin from his inner thigh and twists it hard. "Oh fuck!" he cries, the pain making him jerk his hips, thrusting his cock into the circle of his hand. He pants, sweating, and wanks harder.
The noises Dom makes are going straight to Billy's cock, and he asks, "Where was that, where did you pinch?"
"Inner thigh, my inner thigh," Dom pants. "I hope there'll be a bruise, I can touch it and think of you."
Billy smiles at Dom's eagerness and at the memory of the inside of Dom's thighs. He squeezes his own cock, and says, "Do your nipple, the other one this time, I want to hear it."
"Yeah..." Dom pinches his nipple, twists hard, and yells with the resulting painpleasure that sears through him. "Ohgod, gonna come soon, please can I come for you?"
Dom's eagerness is incredibly hot, just the way he wants so much, and yet, asks permission. Billy says, "Do it, let me hear it though, I want to hear everything." His hand is moving faster on his cock, just listening to Dom's noises and imagining what he looks like right now.
It's all Dom needs. "Fuck, Billy, fuck!" he gasps as he comes.
"Oh yeah, do that, 's good, beautiful," Billy murmurs, his whole body yearning to touch.
Still coming, fisting his cock, Dom groans, wishing he was pressed against Billy's naked body. Gradually, his orgasm subsides and he calms down. "Love you, Bill, wish you were here," he pants.
Thrusting into his fist, Billy says, "Love ya, mate, wish I were there, wish I could taste you, bend you over a table and feel you..."
Dom can hear Billy wanking and wants to help him along a bit, so puts on his best phone sex voice. "I want to suck your cock, hear you moan, make you come..."
Billy's breathing so hard he can barely think, he's so aroused by Dom's words and even more his tone. With a heartfelt, "Oh fuck, yeah," Billy comes into his hand, his whole body rocking into the feeling.
The sounds Billy's making are intensely gratifying, and Dom wants to encourage him to make more of them. "I'm gonna swallow your come, lick it all up and suck it 'til you're spent," Dom murmurs down the phone.
And that's what it takes to make Billy arch and come in his own hand, groaning wordlessly. He can hear Dom's smug smile right through the phone. "You have the voice for phone sex," Billy says, as his brain returns to a functional state, "when it goes low like that, no one could resist."
"I don't know about 'no-one'..." Dom chuckles. A sudden wave of missing Billy washes over him and he sighs. "We'll celebrate properly when you're here, yeah?"
"Celebrate your job, the show!" Billy agrees. He reaches for his underpants and wipes his hand and groin, then pulls a blanket over his bare bottom half. "I'll see if I can push my ticket up, come earlier. Am I staying at your flat?"
"You'd better be. In my bed, if I've got any say in it." Dom can hardly believe Billy's even asking.
Billy says, "That'll be grand." He sighs a bit and says, "Does all this mean you won't be coming to stay with me in July?"
Damn. They'd arranged for Dom to spend time in Glasgow during a planned furlough in the UK in the summer. "I think I'll be shooting the thing in July, no definite dates yet, but if the pilot's going out in September..." Dom sighs more, as it sinks in that every silver lining has a corresponding cloud. "Sorry, Bill."
"That's fine, work comes first," Billy says, but it is not fine. They were going to work on their script (finally), and Billy had some ideas of parts Dom might audition for. He'd rather hoped to lure Dom back from LA, what with the drought of work there.
Of course it's not fine, Dom thinks, but he's not about to get into that on the phone. He suspects Billy is upset, and aches to hold him, partly because he's feeling deprived himself. If the TV show takes off, he'll be home a lot less in future. "Love you, Bill, I'll see you very soon..." he murmurs. "Can't wait."
"Few weeks at the longest," Billy answers, trying to be upbeat about it, "and you'll know loads more about the show by then." He makes kissy noises into the phone. "Bye Dom, love you," he says, and presses the button. He keeps the blanket round him as he stands up and heads for the cupboard with the whisky.