I Dub Thee. . . (3/3)
Author: ilikeme33a
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-13? R?
Warning: language, adult situations
Words: 2,719
Summary: Something magical is afoot
Notes: This is the third of three fics that ponder the possible explaination into Dom’s nickname. This small series also represents my first foray into RPS writing.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated and adored.
Disclaimer: This work of fiction was produced through a wonderful overdose of PB& J and caffeine. The people represented within, do not belong to me nor anyone but themselves. Their personal lives and actions are their own, any insinuation within is purely made-up.
Sitting at a stoplight in Billy’s rather pungent car as Billy fiddled with the stereo, Dom couldn’t quite remember a day when he had experienced so many feelings. This day wasn’t like when he found out that he was to be Merry, with its unbelievable glee and a small dose apprehension. Nor was it like the day, two weeks after arriving in New Zealand, when his father phoned with the sad news of his grandmother’s passing. That day was filled with sorrow and despair topped with a healthy helping of guilt, for being so far away. No, this day went from fear and anxiety to a mind-bending adrenaline rush blended with pride. And that was all before 1 pm. He couldn’t even begin to describe the countless emotions that had raced through his head and heart since then.
Leaning his head against the seat as Billy pulled away from the light, Dom closed his eyes and thought. Yep, it had been a good day, even with the confusion that seeped into his thoughts during the past few hours. Of course he and Billy were close, they had been from the very beginning, but something about today made Billy come into focus as if for the first time since they met. Not unlike those Polaroid pictures that his mom took at every family gathering when he was young. Everyone would gather around as she fanned them through the air, waiting with nervous energy to see if Matt had put bunny ears on him, for the millionth time or if Dom had his finger up his nose again. Dom, with eyes still closed, smiled at the thoughts of his family and those damn Polaroid’s.
“Whatcha grinnin’ for?” Billy asked, casting a casual eye at his mate. “You look like that accursed Cheshire Cat.”
Dom shrugged, cocking his head towards Billy, “I don’t know, Polaroid’s, my family, today, it’s just been. . . this day seems. . .it all feels. . . oh, I don’t know, so . . .magical, I guess.”
“Magical,” Billy snorted, slowing for another light, “In what sense? That you hurtled yourself from a tram attached by an oversized rubber band and didn’t go SPLAT.” He slapped the dash for emphasis, jarring Dom.
“Or that we just lost 4 of 7 games of stick to the undoubtedly geeky, yet improbably lucky lightweight twins. I don’t know Dom if that was magical or merely, no definitely, yep definitely embarrassing.
“Magical,” Billy laughed again, “Perhaps Tinkerbell flitted by and put a healthy dose of faerie dust in your whisky.”
Dom turned and stared at Billy’s final remarks, catching the snarky tone in the alcohol-thickened Scottish accent in which they were delivered. “Jesus, Billy, I’m sorry we lost at pool and I’m sorry you think I’m a freak for facing my fears, but really, do you have to piss all over my terrific day.”
Billy continued driving in silence for another block until yet another red light forced him to stop. He turned and looked at Dom staring out the passenger window and instantly felt remorse for his caustic remarks.
“Dom, look, I’m sorry, I really am. I don’t mean to be a bastard. Yeah, losing to those two really does sting a bit, but it just wasn’t our night yeah? And I don’t think you’re a freak. On the contrary, I am proud of you for facing your fears, I’m just as scared of heights as you, but did you see me up there? Hell no, I’m not that brave. Hell, I’ll probably be called Billy Astin for the next couple a weeks, because of me trying to steal his ‘Mister Safety’ title and all.” Billy reached over and touched Dom’s hand. “Come on, Dom. I . . . well, I was scared that something was going to happen up there today and I would lose my Merry. Orli hell, he’s expendable, but what’s Pippin without Merry?”
Dom looked at Billy’s smaller hand on his, bathed in the blue light of the stereo, and was startled that he wanted nothing more than to feel that hand (and its mate) skimming over the rest of his body. Sure he was still miffed at Billy’s derisive attitude, but still. Great it seems the damn faeries were back. He look up at Billy, hoping that Billy couldn’t read what he was sure his face saying, but luckily for him the light turned green and they were off, only a few more blocks to go.
When had Billy gone from best mate to object of obsession in his brain, Dom wondered. Sure, he had always thought Bills was good looking, handsome in fact, especially in a kilt or that cream cable knit sweater or Pippin’s scarf or a wetsuit, oh god, a wetsuit, were little is left to the imagination. Dammit, get a grip, Dom chided himself. Billy was his mate, his partner in crime and mischief, his Pippin. No, Dominic, he thought, you need to nip this obsession in the bud. . .rose bud, hmm. . .rosy budding lips. STOP IT!!! Just because you don’t mind the company of men, as it were, doesn’t mean that Billy does. Hell, have you ever seen him pull a guy? No? Well there’s you answer.
“. . .or stay at mine? Dom? Dominic? DOM-IN-IC?” Billy reached up and turned down the stereo.
“Mmm. . . huh. . .what?” Dom stammered, hoping against all that was holy that Billy wasn’t reading his mind like he often could. The way today had gone, he wouldn’t be surprised at all.
“Man, Dom, how much did you have tonight? Is the faerie dust cloggin’ your brain?” Billy kidded lightly as he laid a soft hand on his friend’s spiky honey-brown hair. “I asked if you wanted to go home or if you just wanted to stay at mine since your board is there and we’re meeting the guys in the morning.”
Dom realized that they were at the crossroads, where if you went left, you drove three blocks to his house. Or you could go right and go roughly the equivalent distance to Billy’s.
“Morning? Oh yeah, surfing. . .um. . .yours? If that’s, well if it’s okay with you?” Dom replied, closing his eyes again.
“I wouldn’t have asked if . . .oh, never mind.” Billy murmured watching Dom’s long lashes come to rest on his cheek before turning to the right. Lord, Dom is off tonight. Come to think of it, Billy thought, he hasn’t been right since he came up off that damn cord. Not that he has been terrible, just different, like he had entered into some alternate realm filled with peace, joy, and scented candles. Billy chuckled then thinking that perhaps this realm or universe that Dom was in was really magical and that Dom could actually interpret all the looks and touches that he had furtively been employing lately for what they really were. Invitations, each and every one. They were given as an opportunity to draw closer that is if Dom even liked men in that way, Billy just wasn’t sure. He thought that Dom might, but seeing how his friend was an affectionate bugger with just about everyone, it was difficult to get verifiable proof.
As Billy turned into his drive, he considered that perhaps he was the one in the magical world and that if Dom wasn’t there all the magic would be extinguished and the world would go dark, forever. He sighed as he shut off the car and got out, shutting his door behind him. Starting for the porch he noticed that Dom hadn’t even made a move to open his door.
Dom was aware that they had arrived home and purposely stayed in the car for a few moments trying to collect his thoughts. Which had taken on the actions of pub darts as if in the hands of Elijah, kinda loose, fast, and all over the bloody place. Rubbing his eyes with his long fingers, Dom managed to still them all, save but one. Fine, he conceded to himself, I want Billy. Billy, with his charm, his wicked sense of humor, his hopes and fears, and especially his golden hair and sparkling green eyes like a forest, deep yet light. But how does one go about convincing your best mate of this?
“Dom, Dom, my Dominic, where are you tonight?” Billy sang to himself as he walked behind the car and pulled the passenger side door open.
Dom felt Billy touch his hand again and decided that one does not try to convince anyone of anything. One lets magical particles collide like atoms and prays for the big bang. Hell, I just hope that doesn’t entail his fist and my nose, Dom thought not without a twinge of despair.
“Dom?”
Dom opened his eyes slowly and felt himself fall even harder upon seeing his mate’s beautiful lips purse on his very own name. All the elves, pixies, and faeries had been laboring all day for this moment and Dom, knowing that there was no turning away from this moment, threw caution to the wind. Covering Billy’s hand with his free one, he leaned forward in a quicksilver move that even Tinkerbell would be proud of and covered Billy’s undeniably soft lips with his own.
Dom is kissing me, Billy thought.
On the lips.
Dom is kissing me on the lips, hallelujah.
Oh, I want to believe.
I do. I do believe.
I do believe in magic. Billy’s mind seemed to keep spinning faster and faster away from him, making it difficult to latch on to anything resembling reason.
Billy was the first to pull away, not far, but far enough for his eyes to focus on Dom’s. That’s when he realized three things, firstly, Dom’s eyes were alive and glittering in the pale light of the porch light. Secondly, they were surprisingly clear, not hazed over by alcohol as he previously assumed, and thirdly . . . ahh, bugger thirdly . . .and Billy mind cleared totally as he leaned in to recapture the warmth of Dom’s lips.
The second kiss lasted for barely a minute and it didn’t end in the manner that either man had hoped it would. Billy, feeling his shins aching from being pressed against the lower door frame, started to straighten so that he might gain better leverage. Unfortunately for them both, Dom had started to snake his loose hand around the back of Billy’s neck to draw him closer, and then. . .absolute destruction. The carnage was great as lips careened off one another, noses jabbed eyes, limbs seemed to lengthen as they sought to make purchase, and one of Dom’s fingers attempted to tickle his mate’s brain when it was thrust crudely into a delicate ear.
The aftermath left Dom lying back precariously with the stick shift threatening to puncture a kidney. One foot became wedged under the dash, while the other found itself hooked beneath the open door, which in turn flung a flailing, shrieking Scotsman all willy-nilly into the car.
Billy, for his part, once he allowed his initial shock to pass, found himself sprawled haphazardly over his young friend. Attempting to retain dignity, Billy attempted to act unruffled as he gingerly scooted back, extracting his head and shoulders from between the seats, he felt his elbow connecting with sharp ribs. “Oops, sorry Dom. . .I’ll just. . .um, yeah, uh. . .” Soon he found himself upon his battered knees outside of the car on the cold concrete of the driveway. One hand splaying on Dom’s knee to steady himself, Billy rubbed gently in a sort of an apology.
“S’ alright Bills. How ‘bout you scooch back a bit and once I remove this bloody stick from my internal organs, we can go on in and call it a night.” Dom stated tersely. He knew his voice was a bit nonchalant and not as untroubled as he hoped, but damn it, he had his chance, magic and everything and he had completely buggered it up. Hell, even Elijah wouldn’t have mucked it up this much.
Billy sighed inwardly. His hunger for Dom, growing steadily for some time now appeared to be crashing down around him and he was helpless to save it. He grimaced as he pulled himself up from the ground. His thoughts were on his failed opportunity, he had had his chance to make his move, ok really his move was a reaction to Dom’s move and he had royally screwed it up. Damn, why couldn’t he be charming like Ian, adorable like Orli, annoying like ‘Lijah (hell it worked for him), or smooth like Vig. . .HEY, wait a minute. . .Dom’s move?
Oh my! Billy stumbled back a few steps as the very realization hit him as if it were a tangible entity.
Dom slowly extracted himself from the car in time to see his usually unflappable friend backing away from him. A new pain joined the bruised ribs and nose. . .and kidney, that of his soul being ripped asunder. How can it hurt this much to be rejected by someone that he just realized was vital to his happiness. Sure, he can continue to be happy as mates, but now that he knew how soft Billy’s lip was and how gentle his caress could be, he would never feel joy again. Mounting the few steps that led up to the front door, Dom mentally kicked himself in the arse for completely fucking up the moment that both magic and man had provided for him. No, the spell is broken, irreparable, never to be cast again. Dom sagged against the railing in defeat.
Billy eased past Dom, noting the downcast eyes and slouching posture as he slid the key into the lock. He stepped into the entry and was preparing to flip off the porch light before he realized that Dom wasn’t following again. Vowing to himself to restore Dom’s belief in the fantastical, Billy made a decision.
The pity party on the porch was banished when an arm, wrapped in buttery soft leather slipped out the open door and carefully cupped Dom’s chin forcing his cloudy grey eyes to look into startling green eyes.
“Care to make some magic my Dommie?”
Smiling, Dom reached up to touch the soft hand as another hand reached out to grasp his shoulder. He allowed himself to follow a pair of eyes that suddenly housed the twinkling reflection of thousands of faeries.
**********
A tinny version of “Barbie Girl” was on its second replay as Dom was pulled annoyingly from slumber. He reached over Billy to the nightstand to find the source of vexation and hopefully dash it against the headboard until it falls silently into oblivion.
“Ungh.” Billy awoke with a fuzzy thigh pressing his morning erection into a awkward direction.
“ ‘M, sorry love.” Dom muttered, shifting as he finally snatched the phone up, opening it swiftly, he dropped it due to early morning ineptitude, right onto Billy’s collarbone.
“Ow!. . .oh” Billy cried as Dom set about nuzzling the injury while groping around trying to find the source of evil that had awoken him. Following the distant sound of Orlando prattling on about surfing and laziness, Dom located the phone between Billy’s arm and his ribs. Extracting a giggle as well as the phone, he gripped it tightly as he pressed it to his ear.
“ ‘Lo?” Dom grunted as he brought his other hand up to play in his lovers disheveled hair.
“Wha. . .I thought I called Billy” Orlando stammered. Dom could almost see him pulling the phone from his ear to check the caller ID. “I did, Dom, I called Billy.” He reiterated, obviously flustered.
“Mm-hm.” Dom hummed as he pressed gentle kisses from Billy’s collarbone up to the tender flesh below his ear, earning himself a playful nip on his shoulder.
“Um, well, is Billy there?”
“ ‘S b’low me.” Dom didn’t wait hear Orli’s gasped response due largely to the fact that he hung up on the confused Brit. “Right where I hope he’ll always be.” He whispered against Billy’s lips before claiming them and snuggling tighter into the circle of arms presented by the magic-inducing Scotsman.
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-13? R?
Warning: language, adult situations
Words: 2,719
Summary: Something magical is afoot
Notes: This is the third of three fics that ponder the possible explaination into Dom’s nickname. This small series also represents my first foray into RPS writing.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated and adored.
Disclaimer: This work of fiction was produced through a wonderful overdose of PB& J and caffeine. The people represented within, do not belong to me nor anyone but themselves. Their personal lives and actions are their own, any insinuation within is purely made-up.
Sitting at a stoplight in Billy’s rather pungent car as Billy fiddled with the stereo, Dom couldn’t quite remember a day when he had experienced so many feelings. This day wasn’t like when he found out that he was to be Merry, with its unbelievable glee and a small dose apprehension. Nor was it like the day, two weeks after arriving in New Zealand, when his father phoned with the sad news of his grandmother’s passing. That day was filled with sorrow and despair topped with a healthy helping of guilt, for being so far away. No, this day went from fear and anxiety to a mind-bending adrenaline rush blended with pride. And that was all before 1 pm. He couldn’t even begin to describe the countless emotions that had raced through his head and heart since then.
Leaning his head against the seat as Billy pulled away from the light, Dom closed his eyes and thought. Yep, it had been a good day, even with the confusion that seeped into his thoughts during the past few hours. Of course he and Billy were close, they had been from the very beginning, but something about today made Billy come into focus as if for the first time since they met. Not unlike those Polaroid pictures that his mom took at every family gathering when he was young. Everyone would gather around as she fanned them through the air, waiting with nervous energy to see if Matt had put bunny ears on him, for the millionth time or if Dom had his finger up his nose again. Dom, with eyes still closed, smiled at the thoughts of his family and those damn Polaroid’s.
“Whatcha grinnin’ for?” Billy asked, casting a casual eye at his mate. “You look like that accursed Cheshire Cat.”
Dom shrugged, cocking his head towards Billy, “I don’t know, Polaroid’s, my family, today, it’s just been. . . this day seems. . .it all feels. . . oh, I don’t know, so . . .magical, I guess.”
“Magical,” Billy snorted, slowing for another light, “In what sense? That you hurtled yourself from a tram attached by an oversized rubber band and didn’t go SPLAT.” He slapped the dash for emphasis, jarring Dom.
“Or that we just lost 4 of 7 games of stick to the undoubtedly geeky, yet improbably lucky lightweight twins. I don’t know Dom if that was magical or merely, no definitely, yep definitely embarrassing.
“Magical,” Billy laughed again, “Perhaps Tinkerbell flitted by and put a healthy dose of faerie dust in your whisky.”
Dom turned and stared at Billy’s final remarks, catching the snarky tone in the alcohol-thickened Scottish accent in which they were delivered. “Jesus, Billy, I’m sorry we lost at pool and I’m sorry you think I’m a freak for facing my fears, but really, do you have to piss all over my terrific day.”
Billy continued driving in silence for another block until yet another red light forced him to stop. He turned and looked at Dom staring out the passenger window and instantly felt remorse for his caustic remarks.
“Dom, look, I’m sorry, I really am. I don’t mean to be a bastard. Yeah, losing to those two really does sting a bit, but it just wasn’t our night yeah? And I don’t think you’re a freak. On the contrary, I am proud of you for facing your fears, I’m just as scared of heights as you, but did you see me up there? Hell no, I’m not that brave. Hell, I’ll probably be called Billy Astin for the next couple a weeks, because of me trying to steal his ‘Mister Safety’ title and all.” Billy reached over and touched Dom’s hand. “Come on, Dom. I . . . well, I was scared that something was going to happen up there today and I would lose my Merry. Orli hell, he’s expendable, but what’s Pippin without Merry?”
Dom looked at Billy’s smaller hand on his, bathed in the blue light of the stereo, and was startled that he wanted nothing more than to feel that hand (and its mate) skimming over the rest of his body. Sure he was still miffed at Billy’s derisive attitude, but still. Great it seems the damn faeries were back. He look up at Billy, hoping that Billy couldn’t read what he was sure his face saying, but luckily for him the light turned green and they were off, only a few more blocks to go.
When had Billy gone from best mate to object of obsession in his brain, Dom wondered. Sure, he had always thought Bills was good looking, handsome in fact, especially in a kilt or that cream cable knit sweater or Pippin’s scarf or a wetsuit, oh god, a wetsuit, were little is left to the imagination. Dammit, get a grip, Dom chided himself. Billy was his mate, his partner in crime and mischief, his Pippin. No, Dominic, he thought, you need to nip this obsession in the bud. . .rose bud, hmm. . .rosy budding lips. STOP IT!!! Just because you don’t mind the company of men, as it were, doesn’t mean that Billy does. Hell, have you ever seen him pull a guy? No? Well there’s you answer.
“. . .or stay at mine? Dom? Dominic? DOM-IN-IC?” Billy reached up and turned down the stereo.
“Mmm. . . huh. . .what?” Dom stammered, hoping against all that was holy that Billy wasn’t reading his mind like he often could. The way today had gone, he wouldn’t be surprised at all.
“Man, Dom, how much did you have tonight? Is the faerie dust cloggin’ your brain?” Billy kidded lightly as he laid a soft hand on his friend’s spiky honey-brown hair. “I asked if you wanted to go home or if you just wanted to stay at mine since your board is there and we’re meeting the guys in the morning.”
Dom realized that they were at the crossroads, where if you went left, you drove three blocks to his house. Or you could go right and go roughly the equivalent distance to Billy’s.
“Morning? Oh yeah, surfing. . .um. . .yours? If that’s, well if it’s okay with you?” Dom replied, closing his eyes again.
“I wouldn’t have asked if . . .oh, never mind.” Billy murmured watching Dom’s long lashes come to rest on his cheek before turning to the right. Lord, Dom is off tonight. Come to think of it, Billy thought, he hasn’t been right since he came up off that damn cord. Not that he has been terrible, just different, like he had entered into some alternate realm filled with peace, joy, and scented candles. Billy chuckled then thinking that perhaps this realm or universe that Dom was in was really magical and that Dom could actually interpret all the looks and touches that he had furtively been employing lately for what they really were. Invitations, each and every one. They were given as an opportunity to draw closer that is if Dom even liked men in that way, Billy just wasn’t sure. He thought that Dom might, but seeing how his friend was an affectionate bugger with just about everyone, it was difficult to get verifiable proof.
As Billy turned into his drive, he considered that perhaps he was the one in the magical world and that if Dom wasn’t there all the magic would be extinguished and the world would go dark, forever. He sighed as he shut off the car and got out, shutting his door behind him. Starting for the porch he noticed that Dom hadn’t even made a move to open his door.
Dom was aware that they had arrived home and purposely stayed in the car for a few moments trying to collect his thoughts. Which had taken on the actions of pub darts as if in the hands of Elijah, kinda loose, fast, and all over the bloody place. Rubbing his eyes with his long fingers, Dom managed to still them all, save but one. Fine, he conceded to himself, I want Billy. Billy, with his charm, his wicked sense of humor, his hopes and fears, and especially his golden hair and sparkling green eyes like a forest, deep yet light. But how does one go about convincing your best mate of this?
“Dom, Dom, my Dominic, where are you tonight?” Billy sang to himself as he walked behind the car and pulled the passenger side door open.
Dom felt Billy touch his hand again and decided that one does not try to convince anyone of anything. One lets magical particles collide like atoms and prays for the big bang. Hell, I just hope that doesn’t entail his fist and my nose, Dom thought not without a twinge of despair.
“Dom?”
Dom opened his eyes slowly and felt himself fall even harder upon seeing his mate’s beautiful lips purse on his very own name. All the elves, pixies, and faeries had been laboring all day for this moment and Dom, knowing that there was no turning away from this moment, threw caution to the wind. Covering Billy’s hand with his free one, he leaned forward in a quicksilver move that even Tinkerbell would be proud of and covered Billy’s undeniably soft lips with his own.
Dom is kissing me, Billy thought.
On the lips.
Dom is kissing me on the lips, hallelujah.
Oh, I want to believe.
I do. I do believe.
I do believe in magic. Billy’s mind seemed to keep spinning faster and faster away from him, making it difficult to latch on to anything resembling reason.
Billy was the first to pull away, not far, but far enough for his eyes to focus on Dom’s. That’s when he realized three things, firstly, Dom’s eyes were alive and glittering in the pale light of the porch light. Secondly, they were surprisingly clear, not hazed over by alcohol as he previously assumed, and thirdly . . . ahh, bugger thirdly . . .and Billy mind cleared totally as he leaned in to recapture the warmth of Dom’s lips.
The second kiss lasted for barely a minute and it didn’t end in the manner that either man had hoped it would. Billy, feeling his shins aching from being pressed against the lower door frame, started to straighten so that he might gain better leverage. Unfortunately for them both, Dom had started to snake his loose hand around the back of Billy’s neck to draw him closer, and then. . .absolute destruction. The carnage was great as lips careened off one another, noses jabbed eyes, limbs seemed to lengthen as they sought to make purchase, and one of Dom’s fingers attempted to tickle his mate’s brain when it was thrust crudely into a delicate ear.
The aftermath left Dom lying back precariously with the stick shift threatening to puncture a kidney. One foot became wedged under the dash, while the other found itself hooked beneath the open door, which in turn flung a flailing, shrieking Scotsman all willy-nilly into the car.
Billy, for his part, once he allowed his initial shock to pass, found himself sprawled haphazardly over his young friend. Attempting to retain dignity, Billy attempted to act unruffled as he gingerly scooted back, extracting his head and shoulders from between the seats, he felt his elbow connecting with sharp ribs. “Oops, sorry Dom. . .I’ll just. . .um, yeah, uh. . .” Soon he found himself upon his battered knees outside of the car on the cold concrete of the driveway. One hand splaying on Dom’s knee to steady himself, Billy rubbed gently in a sort of an apology.
“S’ alright Bills. How ‘bout you scooch back a bit and once I remove this bloody stick from my internal organs, we can go on in and call it a night.” Dom stated tersely. He knew his voice was a bit nonchalant and not as untroubled as he hoped, but damn it, he had his chance, magic and everything and he had completely buggered it up. Hell, even Elijah wouldn’t have mucked it up this much.
Billy sighed inwardly. His hunger for Dom, growing steadily for some time now appeared to be crashing down around him and he was helpless to save it. He grimaced as he pulled himself up from the ground. His thoughts were on his failed opportunity, he had had his chance to make his move, ok really his move was a reaction to Dom’s move and he had royally screwed it up. Damn, why couldn’t he be charming like Ian, adorable like Orli, annoying like ‘Lijah (hell it worked for him), or smooth like Vig. . .HEY, wait a minute. . .Dom’s move?
Oh my! Billy stumbled back a few steps as the very realization hit him as if it were a tangible entity.
Dom slowly extracted himself from the car in time to see his usually unflappable friend backing away from him. A new pain joined the bruised ribs and nose. . .and kidney, that of his soul being ripped asunder. How can it hurt this much to be rejected by someone that he just realized was vital to his happiness. Sure, he can continue to be happy as mates, but now that he knew how soft Billy’s lip was and how gentle his caress could be, he would never feel joy again. Mounting the few steps that led up to the front door, Dom mentally kicked himself in the arse for completely fucking up the moment that both magic and man had provided for him. No, the spell is broken, irreparable, never to be cast again. Dom sagged against the railing in defeat.
Billy eased past Dom, noting the downcast eyes and slouching posture as he slid the key into the lock. He stepped into the entry and was preparing to flip off the porch light before he realized that Dom wasn’t following again. Vowing to himself to restore Dom’s belief in the fantastical, Billy made a decision.
The pity party on the porch was banished when an arm, wrapped in buttery soft leather slipped out the open door and carefully cupped Dom’s chin forcing his cloudy grey eyes to look into startling green eyes.
“Care to make some magic my Dommie?”
Smiling, Dom reached up to touch the soft hand as another hand reached out to grasp his shoulder. He allowed himself to follow a pair of eyes that suddenly housed the twinkling reflection of thousands of faeries.
**********
A tinny version of “Barbie Girl” was on its second replay as Dom was pulled annoyingly from slumber. He reached over Billy to the nightstand to find the source of vexation and hopefully dash it against the headboard until it falls silently into oblivion.
“Ungh.” Billy awoke with a fuzzy thigh pressing his morning erection into a awkward direction.
“ ‘M, sorry love.” Dom muttered, shifting as he finally snatched the phone up, opening it swiftly, he dropped it due to early morning ineptitude, right onto Billy’s collarbone.
“Ow!. . .oh” Billy cried as Dom set about nuzzling the injury while groping around trying to find the source of evil that had awoken him. Following the distant sound of Orlando prattling on about surfing and laziness, Dom located the phone between Billy’s arm and his ribs. Extracting a giggle as well as the phone, he gripped it tightly as he pressed it to his ear.
“ ‘Lo?” Dom grunted as he brought his other hand up to play in his lovers disheveled hair.
“Wha. . .I thought I called Billy” Orlando stammered. Dom could almost see him pulling the phone from his ear to check the caller ID. “I did, Dom, I called Billy.” He reiterated, obviously flustered.
“Mm-hm.” Dom hummed as he pressed gentle kisses from Billy’s collarbone up to the tender flesh below his ear, earning himself a playful nip on his shoulder.
“Um, well, is Billy there?”
“ ‘S b’low me.” Dom didn’t wait hear Orli’s gasped response due largely to the fact that he hung up on the confused Brit. “Right where I hope he’ll always be.” He whispered against Billy’s lips before claiming them and snuggling tighter into the circle of arms presented by the magic-inducing Scotsman.