Fool for Love
Prompt from
numb3rsficathon : Blowback (NCIS)/Fool For Love (BtVS)
Title: A Fool for Love
Pairing: Don/Coop, brief appearance of Lia at the end
Rating: M
Spoilers: All's Fair and Man Hunt
Author Notes: Title and dialog taken from BtVS's Fool for Love episode. Song lyrics are from Dwight Yoakam's Sad Sad Music. Specials thanks to the following:
bubbleslayer,
munchkinofdoom , and
sororcula . Also thanks to the
n3_slashchat for just being who they are, slashers with ♥
Disclaimer: I own nothing and well I wish it wasn't so.
Xander: [to Anya] I've gotta say something, 'cause I don't think I've made it clear. I'm in love with you. Powerfully, painfully in love. The things you do, the way you think, the way you move. I get excited every time I'm about to see you. You make me feel like I've never felt before in my life... like a man. I just thought you might like to know.............................
I’m going out to get some air,” Don said, making Billy look up from his book. Don met his partner’s blue eyes evenly, trying to determine what he was thinking, but they held his gaze momentarily before returning to his book.
Don suppressed a sigh as he stepped out into the brisk night air. The parking lot was empty except for Don and Billy’s FBI-issued SUV, a compact car that belonged to a salesman, and a minivan belonging to a couple of women who were out on a road trip. Don looked around and spotted a picnic table and some benches under some trees. He sat down on a tabletop, resting his boots on the bench, and looked up at the stars.
He mused to himself that one of the perks of being out on the road away from any large cities was that one could see the clear night sky in all its glory. When Don was a kid and went camping with his family, his brother would stare up at the night sky, and much to Don’s chagrin, try to count all the stars. A cool breeze made the hairs on Don’s arms stand up, making him wish he'd grabbed his jacket. He rubbed his arms, trying to make the chill leave his skin. Don briefly thought about returning to the motel room, crawling into bed with Billy, and chasing away the chill in his lover’s embrace. He shook his head from those thoughts and pulled out his cell phone. He scrolled through his contact list ‘til he reached one particular number and stared at it for a good thirty seconds before hitting the send button. He listened to the sound of ringing, almost hoping that the person did not pick up.
After the fourth ring, Don heard a voice answer on the other line. “Hello? Donnie, is that you?”
He took a deep breath and answered, “Yeah Mom, it’s me.”
“Oh Donnie, it’s so good to hear your voice,” replied his mother.
”Same here, Mom. Sorry about last week’s phone call. Coop got a call and we had to take off.”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, I understand. I knew you’d call back when you were free again.”
“Yeah, thanks, Mom.” He checked his watch quickly. “How're Charlie and Dad doing?’
“Dad’s fine; he and his golfing buddies won the fifty-five and under challenge last week. And your brother called me last night before running to a seminar with Susan.”
“Susan, huh? So you think they’re serious?” he asked, almost wistful at the life his brother had.
“Yeah, I think so. She sounds like a delightful woman. Your father and I are both looking forward to meeting her when we make a stopover in London.”
“Oh, that’s right, you and Dad are going on a trip at the end of the month.”
Don listened as his mother talked. He spied Billy stepping out of their motel room and heading over to the ice machine. Billy looked over to where Don was sitting, after filling the bucket up, and the look that he sent Don sent chills up and down his spine with promises of what he would get when he came back into the room. Don quickly looked away as Billy made his way back into the room, waiting for him.
“Yup, that’s right. Dad and I leave for London, Paris and Rome on the twenty ninth.”
“Sounds great,” Don said, adding, “Enjoy yourselves and travel safe.”
“Thank you, Donnie, we will. We’ll bring you back some tacky souvenirs,” Margaret replied, making Don chuckle.
“Yeah, thanks, Mom, maybe an ugly t-shirt too,” he answered, trying to keep his voice from sounding strained.
“Sure, anything you want.” Don heard his mom pause. “Sweetheart, you alright? You sound, I don’t know, tense or something.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” he lied, trying to keep his tone even.
His mom sighed dramatically. “Donnie, I know you don’t always like to talk about things, keeping your feelings bottled up so you can deal with your job, but sometimes you have to let it out.”
Don leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, then rested his head in his hand. He didn’t reply right away, not sure of what he should say. “Mom,” he started, but Margaret interrupted him. “Donnie, please, talk to me. I only want to listen and help you.”
“I know, Mom, I know, it’s just…” His voice trailed off as he tried to will himself not to feel. But the weight that was on his chest was starting to press down on him, loosening his tongue into talking. “Mom, I, uh, did you ever feel something for someone, that you never wanted to let them go?” He heard his mother’s breathing on the other side, just letting him speak. “But, because of things, you knew it wouldn’t work, and if you kept holding onto it things would….” He stopped talking, unable to finish.
Margaret gently said, “Sweetheart?”
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. “Things would fall apart and you would end up hating each other?” He let out the sigh that he had been holding in and ran his hand through his hair. Don stared at the sky again. “Sorry, Mom.”
“Why are you sorry, son? There is nothing to be sorry for when you’re in pain,” Margaret said. Quietly, she added, “I wish I could take that pain from you.”
Don felt himself being choked with emotion, unable to reply.
“Don, the only advice I can offer is that sometimes things are not meant to be, and that the old saying about letting someone go sometimes is for the best.” Don imagined his Mom tilting her head, a sympathetic and tender look in her eyes.
“Yeah, maybe,” he agreed.
“I have always felt that if you care enough for someone, that you sometimes need to be the stronger one and take that step.” She cleared her throat. “Donnie, this is one of those times that I wish you were still a little boy and I could just hug away your pain.”
Don’s lips formed a small smile at his mother’s words. “Me too, Mom.”
“I guess the best thing you can do is listen to your heart and your head. They have always served you true before.”
“I know, they usually do.” He took a deep breath, feeling the chill come over his skin again. “Mom, it’s late, I should get going. We have an early call into the office tomorrow.”
He listened to his mother murmur her love and support for him before he mimicked the same back. He asked her to give his best to his dad and Charlie, and promised that he would call again before they left for their trip. He said goodbye to her one more time and sat outside for a few minutes more, alone with his thoughts. He stood up, resolved on what he needed to do, and made his way back to the motel room. When he stepped into the room, the only light was from a lamp near the beds and the shades were drawn shut.
Billy was standing at the table, freshly showered, with only a towel around his waist. He glanced up as he poured some Glenlivet over ice into two glasses.
There should be music
Sad, sad music
But this silence that you left
Is all I have
I must have missed a couple days
Or just forgotten
What went wrong or where it all
Fell apart
And I now you must have told me
You were leavin'
It just never crossed my mind
You'd take my heart
Don licked his lips and he walked slowly over to Billy. Billy’s eyebrows rose slightly as he handed Don a glass. They clinked them together as Billy said, “To another one in the bag.”
Don sipped his drink, taking in the sight of Billy partially nude. His skin still held a bit of moisture from the shower and his nipples were taut, begging Don to nip at them.
“How was your call to your Mom?” Billy asked as he took a swig of his drink.
“Fine,” Don replied, setting his drink down. He moved closer to Billy, reaching out with one of his fingers to trail slowly down the center of Billy’s chest. With his other hand he took Billy’s glass and placed it on the table. Don put his hands on either side of Billy’s face, and nuzzled his neck, taking in the scent of his freshly showered skin before pulling him in for a kiss. Don kissed Billy slowly, his tongue skimming over Billy’s. He enjoyed the taste of Billy mingled with Glenlivet. Don felt Billy step in closer as he returned Don’s kiss, wrapping his arm around Don’s waist. Don slid one hand down and undid the towel, letting it drop to the floor. No other words were spoken as the two men made their way to the bed. Billy helped Don remove his clothing one piece after another as Don trailed kisses over his body.
There should be music
Sad, sad music
The kind the movies have
When love like ours goes bad
There should be music
Sad, sad music
But this silence that you left
Is all I have
I'd swear that I woke up with you
This morning
But I can see that it's been days
Since you were here
And every night it still hits home
Without a warning
As my world becomes a flood
Of scalding tears
Don, now naked, sat up to straddle Billy’s hips, and looked down at him, taking a mental photograph of this moment to keep forever. He reached over to the night table, turning off the lamp before he captured Billy’s lips for another long kiss. Don settled atop Billy so the two men’s cocks rubbed against one another as they continued to kiss slowly and languidly, as small moans of pleasure permeated the air. Don rolled them onto their sides, allowing him to wrap a leg around Billy. Don felt Billy’s hands move down to squeeze Don’s ass, making the contact between them tighter. He grunted as Don slid a hand in between their bodies and began to rub the head of his cock with his thumb. Billy pulled out of the kiss, throwing his head back with a passion filled breath. Don slowly moved his kisses down Billy’s chest to where his hand was, and took the hardened flesh deeply into his mouth. He savored the way Billy tasted, salty and somehow sweet. Don silently vowed, as he gave his lover and partner pleasure, that he would do what was best for them.
There should be music
Sad, sad music
As you walk away
Without looking back
There should be music
Sad, sad music
But this silence that you left
Is all I have
That first thing tomorrow morning he would file for a transfer, so one day, when he and Billy looked back on their lives, their only regret would be whether or not they were together. Hopefully they wouldn’t hate each other.
The candles flickered, making the shadows dance on the walls of their empty new home. Lia sat on the floor, leaning against Billy’s chest, as Don talked about the night before he’d ended things between them, something Don had never fully shared with anyone, not even Billy. Lia spoke no words as she took Don’s hand and placed it on top of Billy’s. She gave them a sad smile as she lifted her drink and toasted to them.
numb3rsficathon : Blowback (NCIS)/Fool For Love (BtVS)
Title: A Fool for Love
Pairing: Don/Coop, brief appearance of Lia at the end
Rating: M
Spoilers: All's Fair and Man Hunt
Author Notes: Title and dialog taken from BtVS's Fool for Love episode. Song lyrics are from Dwight Yoakam's Sad Sad Music. Specials thanks to the following:
bubbleslayer,
munchkinofdoom , and
sororcula . Also thanks to the
n3_slashchat for just being who they are, slashers with ♥
Disclaimer: I own nothing and well I wish it wasn't so.
Xander: [to Anya] I've gotta say something, 'cause I don't think I've made it clear. I'm in love with you. Powerfully, painfully in love. The things you do, the way you think, the way you move. I get excited every time I'm about to see you. You make me feel like I've never felt before in my life... like a man. I just thought you might like to know.............................
I’m going out to get some air,” Don said, making Billy look up from his book. Don met his partner’s blue eyes evenly, trying to determine what he was thinking, but they held his gaze momentarily before returning to his book.
Don suppressed a sigh as he stepped out into the brisk night air. The parking lot was empty except for Don and Billy’s FBI-issued SUV, a compact car that belonged to a salesman, and a minivan belonging to a couple of women who were out on a road trip. Don looked around and spotted a picnic table and some benches under some trees. He sat down on a tabletop, resting his boots on the bench, and looked up at the stars.
He mused to himself that one of the perks of being out on the road away from any large cities was that one could see the clear night sky in all its glory. When Don was a kid and went camping with his family, his brother would stare up at the night sky, and much to Don’s chagrin, try to count all the stars. A cool breeze made the hairs on Don’s arms stand up, making him wish he'd grabbed his jacket. He rubbed his arms, trying to make the chill leave his skin. Don briefly thought about returning to the motel room, crawling into bed with Billy, and chasing away the chill in his lover’s embrace. He shook his head from those thoughts and pulled out his cell phone. He scrolled through his contact list ‘til he reached one particular number and stared at it for a good thirty seconds before hitting the send button. He listened to the sound of ringing, almost hoping that the person did not pick up.
After the fourth ring, Don heard a voice answer on the other line. “Hello? Donnie, is that you?”
He took a deep breath and answered, “Yeah Mom, it’s me.”
“Oh Donnie, it’s so good to hear your voice,” replied his mother.
”Same here, Mom. Sorry about last week’s phone call. Coop got a call and we had to take off.”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, I understand. I knew you’d call back when you were free again.”
“Yeah, thanks, Mom.” He checked his watch quickly. “How're Charlie and Dad doing?’
“Dad’s fine; he and his golfing buddies won the fifty-five and under challenge last week. And your brother called me last night before running to a seminar with Susan.”
“Susan, huh? So you think they’re serious?” he asked, almost wistful at the life his brother had.
“Yeah, I think so. She sounds like a delightful woman. Your father and I are both looking forward to meeting her when we make a stopover in London.”
“Oh, that’s right, you and Dad are going on a trip at the end of the month.”
Don listened as his mother talked. He spied Billy stepping out of their motel room and heading over to the ice machine. Billy looked over to where Don was sitting, after filling the bucket up, and the look that he sent Don sent chills up and down his spine with promises of what he would get when he came back into the room. Don quickly looked away as Billy made his way back into the room, waiting for him.
“Yup, that’s right. Dad and I leave for London, Paris and Rome on the twenty ninth.”
“Sounds great,” Don said, adding, “Enjoy yourselves and travel safe.”
“Thank you, Donnie, we will. We’ll bring you back some tacky souvenirs,” Margaret replied, making Don chuckle.
“Yeah, thanks, Mom, maybe an ugly t-shirt too,” he answered, trying to keep his voice from sounding strained.
“Sure, anything you want.” Don heard his mom pause. “Sweetheart, you alright? You sound, I don’t know, tense or something.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” he lied, trying to keep his tone even.
His mom sighed dramatically. “Donnie, I know you don’t always like to talk about things, keeping your feelings bottled up so you can deal with your job, but sometimes you have to let it out.”
Don leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, then rested his head in his hand. He didn’t reply right away, not sure of what he should say. “Mom,” he started, but Margaret interrupted him. “Donnie, please, talk to me. I only want to listen and help you.”
“I know, Mom, I know, it’s just…” His voice trailed off as he tried to will himself not to feel. But the weight that was on his chest was starting to press down on him, loosening his tongue into talking. “Mom, I, uh, did you ever feel something for someone, that you never wanted to let them go?” He heard his mother’s breathing on the other side, just letting him speak. “But, because of things, you knew it wouldn’t work, and if you kept holding onto it things would….” He stopped talking, unable to finish.
Margaret gently said, “Sweetheart?”
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. “Things would fall apart and you would end up hating each other?” He let out the sigh that he had been holding in and ran his hand through his hair. Don stared at the sky again. “Sorry, Mom.”
“Why are you sorry, son? There is nothing to be sorry for when you’re in pain,” Margaret said. Quietly, she added, “I wish I could take that pain from you.”
Don felt himself being choked with emotion, unable to reply.
“Don, the only advice I can offer is that sometimes things are not meant to be, and that the old saying about letting someone go sometimes is for the best.” Don imagined his Mom tilting her head, a sympathetic and tender look in her eyes.
“Yeah, maybe,” he agreed.
“I have always felt that if you care enough for someone, that you sometimes need to be the stronger one and take that step.” She cleared her throat. “Donnie, this is one of those times that I wish you were still a little boy and I could just hug away your pain.”
Don’s lips formed a small smile at his mother’s words. “Me too, Mom.”
“I guess the best thing you can do is listen to your heart and your head. They have always served you true before.”
“I know, they usually do.” He took a deep breath, feeling the chill come over his skin again. “Mom, it’s late, I should get going. We have an early call into the office tomorrow.”
He listened to his mother murmur her love and support for him before he mimicked the same back. He asked her to give his best to his dad and Charlie, and promised that he would call again before they left for their trip. He said goodbye to her one more time and sat outside for a few minutes more, alone with his thoughts. He stood up, resolved on what he needed to do, and made his way back to the motel room. When he stepped into the room, the only light was from a lamp near the beds and the shades were drawn shut.
Billy was standing at the table, freshly showered, with only a towel around his waist. He glanced up as he poured some Glenlivet over ice into two glasses.
There should be music
Sad, sad music
But this silence that you left
Is all I have
I must have missed a couple days
Or just forgotten
What went wrong or where it all
Fell apart
And I now you must have told me
You were leavin'
It just never crossed my mind
You'd take my heart
Don licked his lips and he walked slowly over to Billy. Billy’s eyebrows rose slightly as he handed Don a glass. They clinked them together as Billy said, “To another one in the bag.”
Don sipped his drink, taking in the sight of Billy partially nude. His skin still held a bit of moisture from the shower and his nipples were taut, begging Don to nip at them.
“How was your call to your Mom?” Billy asked as he took a swig of his drink.
“Fine,” Don replied, setting his drink down. He moved closer to Billy, reaching out with one of his fingers to trail slowly down the center of Billy’s chest. With his other hand he took Billy’s glass and placed it on the table. Don put his hands on either side of Billy’s face, and nuzzled his neck, taking in the scent of his freshly showered skin before pulling him in for a kiss. Don kissed Billy slowly, his tongue skimming over Billy’s. He enjoyed the taste of Billy mingled with Glenlivet. Don felt Billy step in closer as he returned Don’s kiss, wrapping his arm around Don’s waist. Don slid one hand down and undid the towel, letting it drop to the floor. No other words were spoken as the two men made their way to the bed. Billy helped Don remove his clothing one piece after another as Don trailed kisses over his body.
There should be music
Sad, sad music
The kind the movies have
When love like ours goes bad
There should be music
Sad, sad music
But this silence that you left
Is all I have
I'd swear that I woke up with you
This morning
But I can see that it's been days
Since you were here
And every night it still hits home
Without a warning
As my world becomes a flood
Of scalding tears
Don, now naked, sat up to straddle Billy’s hips, and looked down at him, taking a mental photograph of this moment to keep forever. He reached over to the night table, turning off the lamp before he captured Billy’s lips for another long kiss. Don settled atop Billy so the two men’s cocks rubbed against one another as they continued to kiss slowly and languidly, as small moans of pleasure permeated the air. Don rolled them onto their sides, allowing him to wrap a leg around Billy. Don felt Billy’s hands move down to squeeze Don’s ass, making the contact between them tighter. He grunted as Don slid a hand in between their bodies and began to rub the head of his cock with his thumb. Billy pulled out of the kiss, throwing his head back with a passion filled breath. Don slowly moved his kisses down Billy’s chest to where his hand was, and took the hardened flesh deeply into his mouth. He savored the way Billy tasted, salty and somehow sweet. Don silently vowed, as he gave his lover and partner pleasure, that he would do what was best for them.
There should be music
Sad, sad music
As you walk away
Without looking back
There should be music
Sad, sad music
But this silence that you left
Is all I have
That first thing tomorrow morning he would file for a transfer, so one day, when he and Billy looked back on their lives, their only regret would be whether or not they were together. Hopefully they wouldn’t hate each other.
The candles flickered, making the shadows dance on the walls of their empty new home. Lia sat on the floor, leaning against Billy’s chest, as Don talked about the night before he’d ended things between them, something Don had never fully shared with anyone, not even Billy. Lia spoke no words as she took Don’s hand and placed it on top of Billy’s. She gave them a sad smile as she lifted her drink and toasted to them.