Five (lotrips, pg13, bb/dm, dm/ew)
Title:Five
By: sine
Fandom: lotrips
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction, no profit is being made from this and no harm is meant for any of the real people in the story.
Notes: For the contrelamontre change over time challenge, written in 1 hour and fifteen minutes.
1.
The feeling of nausea and impending panic that Billy always gets during flights disappears completely once he is enveloped in the almost-forgotten but still familiar warmth of Dom’s bone-crushing hug.
The taxi is stiflingly warm in stark contrast to the icy cold outside, and smells like leather cleaner and stale potato crisps. Dom is dozing in his seat, slumped against the door with his face pressed against the glass, while Billy clutches at the worn haversack in his lap and doesn’t look out of the window. Billy glances at Dom, and realises that Dom is wearing a pair of Elijah’s threadbare old jeans.
2.
Elijah is not home that night and Dom offers to cook instant cup noodles for the two of them, but Billy suggests ordering Chinese takeaway. Dom calls. Billy flips through Elijah’s (and Dom’s) CD collection and randomly picks out an album.
Later that evening, amongst empty chow mien boxes, Dom catches Billy’s wrist.
“I missed you,” Dom is saying, but Billy swiftly closes the space between them.
They kiss sloppily, teeth clacking together as they try to express what hasn’t been said for the entire evening. As Billy pulls away, breathless, he realises that there is a trace of Cloves cigarettes in Dom’s mouth.
3.
Elijah is in and out of the house fast enough for jet-lagged Billy to miss him. Billy lies, freezing cold under his quilt, and pretends to be asleep until he hears the sound of Elijah locking the apartment door.
Billy is up and making coffee by the time Dom shuffles into the kitchen and stands next to Billy, eyes shut with sleep.
“L- Love you, Billy,” Dom murmurs. He presses a kiss on Billy’s temple.
Billy thinks Dom is stupid to think Billy stupid enough to overlook the accidental L sound that must be the hushed beginning of a lovingly whispered lijah.
4.
Elijah looks dismayed when Billy tells him that he’ll be going back to Scotland a week earlier. Billy grimaces and gulps down the rest of his beer.
Dom has not spoken to Billy for the entire evening they’ve been at the pub; Dom has been dancing, Dom has been drinking, Dom has been kissing that redhead, and Dom is still dancing. Billy knows all this because he’s been watching Dom the whole time.
And when Dom comes over and tries to drape himself over Billy, Billy slurs a drunken, “Gerrof me, you sodding wanker!” and half regrets sounding so bitter when he sees the hurt crossing Dom’s inebriated face.
5.
Billy cannot figure out why Dom has had him pinned against a wall, why Dom’s face is so full of anger as he asks Billy over and over again why the fuck he’s leaving early and what the fuck is wrong with him.
Billy can see the blue-grey of Dom’s eyes from this proximity; can see the dark shadows around his eyes. Dom is yelling something at Billy that Billy doesn’t understand. And then Dom leans in and kisses him roughly on the lips.
“I don’t fucking feel like I know you any more, Billy.” Dom’s voice is bitter as he turns and walks away.
Thanks for reading this! (my first improv, first lotrps fic, third attempt at slash. ><)