Fic: April's Fools 1/? for jhobbit
Happy Birthday jhobbit!!
Title: April’s Fools
Authors: kitty_trio and lozateazer
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Characters: Sean Bean/Karl Urban, with a little ‘foolproof’ help
Warning: There will be Slash
Rating: PG 13 (for now)
Beta: hickorynut gave it a look, but all mistakes our own.
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened! All lies from troubled minds. They just look and sound like people you recognize.
Summary: Dom foolishly plays matchmaker. That is if he doesn’t throttle the two clueless fools in the process.
Author's Notes: Written for jhobbit’s birthday. Who’s definitely not a fool despite the date. *muah!* Love ya babe!
banner by me -whoa! my first ever
Sean only spent enough time in the cottage to toss his bags toward the bedroom, and check cupboards and fridge. Fucking Elf and Hobbits hadn’t even left him one beer. Just as he threw open the slider out to the small garden, music blared from the -previously empty- cottage next door. Fucking fantastic. If he wasn’t positive Dom was perfectly happy in his massive house, he’d swear that was the twitchy bugger next door playing ear-splitting Sgt. Pepper’s.
“Och! ‘ave a care! Owt but noise at that level, yeah?” Blood pressure rising he shouted across. The slam of his slider cut off the string of expletives tossed back. He carded a hand through his hair and checked his watch. Someone should be down at the pub by now. Certainly had to be quieter there than here.
By the time the Brit climbed into his loaner, the house next door was quiet. A motorbike with two helmeted riders raced off the property with a revving of engines and spray of gravel.
Dom was laughing openly as he walked into pub, helmet underneath his arm. “Sorry, mate. It’s your fault for driving a great big bloody vibrator.” He shot the other man a wink. “Unless of course you felt something you liked? Since the doors in the loo do lock, y’know.” At the look that followed that, he poked the big man. “Lighten up. We’re here to have fun!”
“Fucking perverted Hobbit,” Karl groused, half-joking. The brief scene earlier still had a frown marring his brow. It must be a pensioner, back from holiday, in the next cottage. Fucking brilliant, now he’ll not be able to relax at home during his non-filming stretches. “You’re buying the first round. I’ll be out on the dance floor, trying to forget the feel of your bits snuggled against me arse.”
“Ah, you know you loved it. And with this lot, chances are you’ll end up with another set there. Maybe Lijah?” A quick glance around confirmed that the rest of the hobbits were indeed present. “And if you’re not taken by the time I’m back, then I’ll take the duty up myself.” Blowing a kiss at Karl, he scuttled over to the bar, and ordered two beers.
Karl snorted and one long arm reached out to goose Dom. “My bits nestled against, perhaps, not the other way around.” He flicked a lock of hair out of his eyes and studied the prospects gyrating to the techno beat.
While the pair exchanged light-hearted insults and tussled, Sean pushed open the door. A quick glance revealed a Hobbity pile at the edges of the dance floor, but none of his older cast mates. Wending his way to a corner, he motioned to the barmaid. Over the music he could hear Billy’s giggles, and it appeared Elijah had ‘discovered’ a new favorite word. Having just spent the last few months carving up his life with solicitors, he wasn’t equipped to handle pissed and randy Hobbits without other adult intervention. Sliding into a dark booth with a sigh, the Brit gave the waitress a shy smile as she placed a frothy mug before him.
After a few minutes (due to the sudden disappearance of the waitress), money was exchanged for beer. Dom took a few sips out of Karl’s. Not that any of their beers ever stayed exclusively one person’s. It all evened out in the end. His eyes slid across the pub. Karl it had seemed had become the meat of a Hobbit sandwich, Billy at his back and Elwood at his front. Sean A. was watching from a ways off, laughing. His eyes were drawn by something that hadn’t been there when he went to the bar-a mop of blonde hair hiding behind a mug. “Beanie!!”
Too late to slouch lower or withdraw further into the shadows, Sean acknowledged the lad’s call with a tip of his mug. One blond eyebrow lofted at Dom’s requisite eyeliner, glittery spiked hair, strips of leather and rings, and two pints. “Good t’ see yeh laddie,” his tongue swiped at a bit of foam and a rueful smile crinkled the skin around his eyes.
Karl un-wedged from between the smaller men and looked around for Dom and his pint, when he heard him call out. He trod on Billy’s foot and was shoved, nearly toppling over Lij. Sean -fucking- Bean was here. In a dim corner or no, the impact of the actor in the flesh was far beyond his presence on screen. Apologizing profusely to his mates, and allowing the accidental-on-purpose gropage as they sorted themselves, he escaped to the Men’s.
A part of Dom’s mind was aware that Karl was having a bit of trouble with the guys, but since that smile lit up Bean’s face, not even warfare could have kept him away from the booth. Helmets and beers discarded on the table, he literally jumped into the seat, and wrapped his arms around the other Brit. “You’re back! Why didn’t you call? We could have had a real party!” He landed a kiss on the other man’s cheek.
“How? Yeh bloody lush, me cupboards are bare.” Sean wound an arm around Dom’s neck and planted a noisy kiss to his pug nose. “I just got in, were lookin’ for some adult company. Instead only find Hobbits harassin’ the locals.” Though cheerful in the face of Dom’s exuberance, Sean hid a sigh with a swallow of beer.
Splashing his face with water, Karl called himself all manner of a fool. Acting like a fucking star-struck teenager he was. Vig or someone had mentioned Bean was due back soon and lived close. Fuck! the last thing he needed was Dom wandering in seeing him with shaky hands and eyes reflecting his lustful hero-worship. Or, god forbid, Sean -bloody fucking- Bean! Karl plunged his head under the faucet in an attempt to cool his ruddy face.
“Mm, well Vigs and Orli are off… I don’t know. Filming. Shagging. Something.” Dom waved off the rest of the thought. “And without Viggo and you, none of the other grownups wanted to come along.” All except one, Dominic thought with a smirk. “And we weren’t harassing the locals. We were molesting cast mates.” He winked at Sean, and said by way of explanation, “Karl Urban. Tall, dark, and positively dreamy. He’s a local, you’ll like him.” His eyes searched out the Kiwi, with no luck. “Hang on, let me go get him.” Another kiss and he was off, following pointing hobbit fingers. Poking his head through the door, he saw Karl bent over the sink. “Changed your mind on the quickie then?”
“Shit!” Karl slammed his head to the underside of the faucet. “Warn a mate, yeah?” He glared at Dom, and then turned to dry off. “Nerves are still frayed from the pensioner on one side reaming me a new one,” muttering softly, he tried to cover for his skittish behavior.
Dom nodded, moving closer to his friend. He wrapped one arm around Karl, and the other went to rub at the sore spot. The younger man knew the other was pissed at him, but he also knew it wouldn’t be enough to push him away. He frowned as he thought about the mention of neighbors. Dom had a suspicion he knew who it was. It wasn’t sheer chance that Karl ended up in the cottage next door to Bean. It had taken lots of sweet-talking the ladies in charge of housing to get Karl moved in there. To him, Karl and Sean were perfect for one another. But it seemed like they’d gotten off to a bad start… “Come on luv, I want you to come meet a friend of mine.” He could only hope that a second chance would have them hit it off.
Finishing his, Sean helped himself to the fuller of Dom’s pints after the lad bounded off. Idly his finger drew randomly in the condensation on the table. He should just go back to his empty cottage. He should’ve stayed longer in England, fought harder to spend more quality time with his girls. His filming schedule was slated to be sporadic, everyone else -the adults, well Viggo- will be working harder than ever. That gave Sean too much time on his hands in which to wallow in the quagmire that had become his life.
His head shot up when a deep hearty laugh rang out. His gut lurched, heart and breathing stopping when he spied the tall dark, lanky bloke exiting the men’s. Head thrown back exposed the long line of the lad’s neck. A silky lock of hair teased his cheek when he leant down to nuzzle his companion -Dom? Sean’s breath whooshed out, and he ducked his head into his beer. Bloody hell, he willed his body’s reaction to abate, the fucking last thing he needed to cock up his life more: dalliance with a local. Especially a local who's already made a conquest of a younger cast mate.
Karl snorted at Dom. “This better not be another attempt to get me in a threesome, eh?” He collared Dom’s neck as they exited, laughing at the smaller man’s spluttering. “I love yeh mate, but PJ will kill me if you show up too saddle sore to ride Treebeard,” he purred huskily to Dom’s temple.
A quick glance to Bean’s table as Dom exited the restroom revealed the wide, lusty eyes of his favorite Gondorian. But then, oh fuck, Karl was right there, breathing down his neck, saying those sinful things. His already over-teased cock danced happily at the idea of being squished between those two. Oy, but that wasn’t what he was there to do. “Mm, as pleasurable as that sounds, I really just want you to meet Boromir.”
Mind on distracting Dom, Karl followed where he lead. “Just want me to meet Boro... Wha…?” Karl came to a full stop, head automatically swiveling to the actor’s booth. Thank god, Sean -fucking gorgeous- Bean wasn’t looking their way. A pleasant façade slid over his face as he resumed walking. “Ahh, your missing Fellowship member returns, yeah, will be a pleasure.” As long as Sean -fucking- Bean didn’t speak in that husky purr, didn’t do that bloody tongue thing, Karl may survive without embarrassing himself.
“Yeah, you’ll like him,” Dom chattered on as he tugged Karl towards the booth, “You two’ll have a lot in common. Both of you have that I’m-Going-To-Eat-You-Whole thing going on, like you’re some big scary thug, when you’re really just a big teddy at heart. Lion’s, I think you’re called. Bit scary to look at, but once you’re tamed, not only do I get my own attack-cat, but I can make you purr.” The young man winked, and then they were at the table. He climbed back in again next to Bean, and slung an arm around his neck. “I can make you purr, can’t I, Sean?”
“Och Laddie,” Caught wool gathering, Sean groused. “Not when yer twitchy sen are canoodlin’ tall dark and lovely locals…” he looked up into said tall dark and oh so fuckingly lovely’s face, and blushed.
Dom was crowing inside. This was going so much better than expected! Bean was definitely interested, and a quick glance to Karl made things look awfully reciprocated. It wouldn’t be obvious to people who’d just met him, but after a few months spent with Karl, Dominic knew that that particular look was the ‘Oh fuck yes’ look. This was the first time the hobbit had ever seen it used in regards to a person. His arms wrapped even tighter around the other Brit’s neck, and his lips brushed against Sean’s ear as he whispered, “Who you really jealous of there, love? Him or me?”
Karl shifted from foot to foot when Sean -fucking god, that gruff purr- Bean batted Dom off after a ticklish shiver. None of the words penetrated, just the irritated inflection. “Dom...?” he schooled his face, locked his knees from shaking. “I’ll let the two of you catch up. Welcome back Mr. Bean, hope to get to know you better on set.” He spun on his heel and headed to the front door, blood rushing in his ears.
“Karl!” Dom quickly turned to face Bean. “Hang on, gonna bring him back.” He was up and out of his seat before he was even done talking. Once he reached Karl, he grabbed his arm, and used his whole strength to pull him to a stop. “What the hell are you doing? You don’t just walk away like that! Especially when you’re my bloody ride!”
Jaw clenching, Karl sighed audibly, “Love, I’m very sure your ‘friend’ Sean -fu…erm… Bean will be more that satisfied to take you home.” With that less than subtle implication, Karl peeled off Dom’s fingers and escaped outdoors.
Staring at the closed door, for the first time in as long as he could remember, Dom was speechless. Karl left. Left without him. And thought he was fucking Bean, which really didn’t help so much for his plot on getting the two of them in bed together. A touch on his shoulder brought his head around to see the rest of the hobbits encircling him, and taking him back to the booth. “He went without me. Took the bike and just… went. Didn’t even take the helmets.”
Once allowed up for air after the other Hobbits welcomed him ‘home’, Sean pulled the moping Dom to his side. “I’m sorry if my presence cocked up matters with yer friend. Seemed a mite uptight and possessive, eh.”
He waved Bean off, scooting away from him. His over-affectionate behavior was what Karl narked in the first place. “Karl’s a good guy. A lot like you, in a lot of ways. I promised I was going to spend the day with him. And, obviously, I didn’t expect you to be back. He misunderstood my being happy to see you for something a bit… more.” Elijah snorted, and was promptly elbowed by Sean A. Dom glared. “He doesn’t know you, Beanie. All he knows is some stranger was taking me away from him.”
“Jealousy will do that Dommie,” Sean nodded sagely. “A right handsome lad, you need me to drop you at his? The least I can do for ending your evening’s plans.” His eyes went wide when Dom growled, face-palmed, and thunked his head to the table’s surface.
TBC
Title: April’s Fools
Authors: kitty_trio and lozateazer
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Characters: Sean Bean/Karl Urban, with a little ‘foolproof’ help
Warning: There will be Slash
Rating: PG 13 (for now)
Beta: hickorynut gave it a look, but all mistakes our own.
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened! All lies from troubled minds. They just look and sound like people you recognize.
Summary: Dom foolishly plays matchmaker. That is if he doesn’t throttle the two clueless fools in the process.
Author's Notes: Written for jhobbit’s birthday. Who’s definitely not a fool despite the date. *muah!* Love ya babe!
banner by me -whoa! my first ever
Sean only spent enough time in the cottage to toss his bags toward the bedroom, and check cupboards and fridge. Fucking Elf and Hobbits hadn’t even left him one beer. Just as he threw open the slider out to the small garden, music blared from the -previously empty- cottage next door. Fucking fantastic. If he wasn’t positive Dom was perfectly happy in his massive house, he’d swear that was the twitchy bugger next door playing ear-splitting Sgt. Pepper’s.
“Och! ‘ave a care! Owt but noise at that level, yeah?” Blood pressure rising he shouted across. The slam of his slider cut off the string of expletives tossed back. He carded a hand through his hair and checked his watch. Someone should be down at the pub by now. Certainly had to be quieter there than here.
By the time the Brit climbed into his loaner, the house next door was quiet. A motorbike with two helmeted riders raced off the property with a revving of engines and spray of gravel.
Dom was laughing openly as he walked into pub, helmet underneath his arm. “Sorry, mate. It’s your fault for driving a great big bloody vibrator.” He shot the other man a wink. “Unless of course you felt something you liked? Since the doors in the loo do lock, y’know.” At the look that followed that, he poked the big man. “Lighten up. We’re here to have fun!”
“Fucking perverted Hobbit,” Karl groused, half-joking. The brief scene earlier still had a frown marring his brow. It must be a pensioner, back from holiday, in the next cottage. Fucking brilliant, now he’ll not be able to relax at home during his non-filming stretches. “You’re buying the first round. I’ll be out on the dance floor, trying to forget the feel of your bits snuggled against me arse.”
“Ah, you know you loved it. And with this lot, chances are you’ll end up with another set there. Maybe Lijah?” A quick glance around confirmed that the rest of the hobbits were indeed present. “And if you’re not taken by the time I’m back, then I’ll take the duty up myself.” Blowing a kiss at Karl, he scuttled over to the bar, and ordered two beers.
Karl snorted and one long arm reached out to goose Dom. “My bits nestled against, perhaps, not the other way around.” He flicked a lock of hair out of his eyes and studied the prospects gyrating to the techno beat.
While the pair exchanged light-hearted insults and tussled, Sean pushed open the door. A quick glance revealed a Hobbity pile at the edges of the dance floor, but none of his older cast mates. Wending his way to a corner, he motioned to the barmaid. Over the music he could hear Billy’s giggles, and it appeared Elijah had ‘discovered’ a new favorite word. Having just spent the last few months carving up his life with solicitors, he wasn’t equipped to handle pissed and randy Hobbits without other adult intervention. Sliding into a dark booth with a sigh, the Brit gave the waitress a shy smile as she placed a frothy mug before him.
After a few minutes (due to the sudden disappearance of the waitress), money was exchanged for beer. Dom took a few sips out of Karl’s. Not that any of their beers ever stayed exclusively one person’s. It all evened out in the end. His eyes slid across the pub. Karl it had seemed had become the meat of a Hobbit sandwich, Billy at his back and Elwood at his front. Sean A. was watching from a ways off, laughing. His eyes were drawn by something that hadn’t been there when he went to the bar-a mop of blonde hair hiding behind a mug. “Beanie!!”
Too late to slouch lower or withdraw further into the shadows, Sean acknowledged the lad’s call with a tip of his mug. One blond eyebrow lofted at Dom’s requisite eyeliner, glittery spiked hair, strips of leather and rings, and two pints. “Good t’ see yeh laddie,” his tongue swiped at a bit of foam and a rueful smile crinkled the skin around his eyes.
Karl un-wedged from between the smaller men and looked around for Dom and his pint, when he heard him call out. He trod on Billy’s foot and was shoved, nearly toppling over Lij. Sean -fucking- Bean was here. In a dim corner or no, the impact of the actor in the flesh was far beyond his presence on screen. Apologizing profusely to his mates, and allowing the accidental-on-purpose gropage as they sorted themselves, he escaped to the Men’s.
A part of Dom’s mind was aware that Karl was having a bit of trouble with the guys, but since that smile lit up Bean’s face, not even warfare could have kept him away from the booth. Helmets and beers discarded on the table, he literally jumped into the seat, and wrapped his arms around the other Brit. “You’re back! Why didn’t you call? We could have had a real party!” He landed a kiss on the other man’s cheek.
“How? Yeh bloody lush, me cupboards are bare.” Sean wound an arm around Dom’s neck and planted a noisy kiss to his pug nose. “I just got in, were lookin’ for some adult company. Instead only find Hobbits harassin’ the locals.” Though cheerful in the face of Dom’s exuberance, Sean hid a sigh with a swallow of beer.
Splashing his face with water, Karl called himself all manner of a fool. Acting like a fucking star-struck teenager he was. Vig or someone had mentioned Bean was due back soon and lived close. Fuck! the last thing he needed was Dom wandering in seeing him with shaky hands and eyes reflecting his lustful hero-worship. Or, god forbid, Sean -bloody fucking- Bean! Karl plunged his head under the faucet in an attempt to cool his ruddy face.
“Mm, well Vigs and Orli are off… I don’t know. Filming. Shagging. Something.” Dom waved off the rest of the thought. “And without Viggo and you, none of the other grownups wanted to come along.” All except one, Dominic thought with a smirk. “And we weren’t harassing the locals. We were molesting cast mates.” He winked at Sean, and said by way of explanation, “Karl Urban. Tall, dark, and positively dreamy. He’s a local, you’ll like him.” His eyes searched out the Kiwi, with no luck. “Hang on, let me go get him.” Another kiss and he was off, following pointing hobbit fingers. Poking his head through the door, he saw Karl bent over the sink. “Changed your mind on the quickie then?”
“Shit!” Karl slammed his head to the underside of the faucet. “Warn a mate, yeah?” He glared at Dom, and then turned to dry off. “Nerves are still frayed from the pensioner on one side reaming me a new one,” muttering softly, he tried to cover for his skittish behavior.
Dom nodded, moving closer to his friend. He wrapped one arm around Karl, and the other went to rub at the sore spot. The younger man knew the other was pissed at him, but he also knew it wouldn’t be enough to push him away. He frowned as he thought about the mention of neighbors. Dom had a suspicion he knew who it was. It wasn’t sheer chance that Karl ended up in the cottage next door to Bean. It had taken lots of sweet-talking the ladies in charge of housing to get Karl moved in there. To him, Karl and Sean were perfect for one another. But it seemed like they’d gotten off to a bad start… “Come on luv, I want you to come meet a friend of mine.” He could only hope that a second chance would have them hit it off.
Finishing his, Sean helped himself to the fuller of Dom’s pints after the lad bounded off. Idly his finger drew randomly in the condensation on the table. He should just go back to his empty cottage. He should’ve stayed longer in England, fought harder to spend more quality time with his girls. His filming schedule was slated to be sporadic, everyone else -the adults, well Viggo- will be working harder than ever. That gave Sean too much time on his hands in which to wallow in the quagmire that had become his life.
His head shot up when a deep hearty laugh rang out. His gut lurched, heart and breathing stopping when he spied the tall dark, lanky bloke exiting the men’s. Head thrown back exposed the long line of the lad’s neck. A silky lock of hair teased his cheek when he leant down to nuzzle his companion -Dom? Sean’s breath whooshed out, and he ducked his head into his beer. Bloody hell, he willed his body’s reaction to abate, the fucking last thing he needed to cock up his life more: dalliance with a local. Especially a local who's already made a conquest of a younger cast mate.
Karl snorted at Dom. “This better not be another attempt to get me in a threesome, eh?” He collared Dom’s neck as they exited, laughing at the smaller man’s spluttering. “I love yeh mate, but PJ will kill me if you show up too saddle sore to ride Treebeard,” he purred huskily to Dom’s temple.
A quick glance to Bean’s table as Dom exited the restroom revealed the wide, lusty eyes of his favorite Gondorian. But then, oh fuck, Karl was right there, breathing down his neck, saying those sinful things. His already over-teased cock danced happily at the idea of being squished between those two. Oy, but that wasn’t what he was there to do. “Mm, as pleasurable as that sounds, I really just want you to meet Boromir.”
Mind on distracting Dom, Karl followed where he lead. “Just want me to meet Boro... Wha…?” Karl came to a full stop, head automatically swiveling to the actor’s booth. Thank god, Sean -fucking gorgeous- Bean wasn’t looking their way. A pleasant façade slid over his face as he resumed walking. “Ahh, your missing Fellowship member returns, yeah, will be a pleasure.” As long as Sean -fucking- Bean didn’t speak in that husky purr, didn’t do that bloody tongue thing, Karl may survive without embarrassing himself.
“Yeah, you’ll like him,” Dom chattered on as he tugged Karl towards the booth, “You two’ll have a lot in common. Both of you have that I’m-Going-To-Eat-You-Whole thing going on, like you’re some big scary thug, when you’re really just a big teddy at heart. Lion’s, I think you’re called. Bit scary to look at, but once you’re tamed, not only do I get my own attack-cat, but I can make you purr.” The young man winked, and then they were at the table. He climbed back in again next to Bean, and slung an arm around his neck. “I can make you purr, can’t I, Sean?”
“Och Laddie,” Caught wool gathering, Sean groused. “Not when yer twitchy sen are canoodlin’ tall dark and lovely locals…” he looked up into said tall dark and oh so fuckingly lovely’s face, and blushed.
Dom was crowing inside. This was going so much better than expected! Bean was definitely interested, and a quick glance to Karl made things look awfully reciprocated. It wouldn’t be obvious to people who’d just met him, but after a few months spent with Karl, Dominic knew that that particular look was the ‘Oh fuck yes’ look. This was the first time the hobbit had ever seen it used in regards to a person. His arms wrapped even tighter around the other Brit’s neck, and his lips brushed against Sean’s ear as he whispered, “Who you really jealous of there, love? Him or me?”
Karl shifted from foot to foot when Sean -fucking god, that gruff purr- Bean batted Dom off after a ticklish shiver. None of the words penetrated, just the irritated inflection. “Dom...?” he schooled his face, locked his knees from shaking. “I’ll let the two of you catch up. Welcome back Mr. Bean, hope to get to know you better on set.” He spun on his heel and headed to the front door, blood rushing in his ears.
“Karl!” Dom quickly turned to face Bean. “Hang on, gonna bring him back.” He was up and out of his seat before he was even done talking. Once he reached Karl, he grabbed his arm, and used his whole strength to pull him to a stop. “What the hell are you doing? You don’t just walk away like that! Especially when you’re my bloody ride!”
Jaw clenching, Karl sighed audibly, “Love, I’m very sure your ‘friend’ Sean -fu…erm… Bean will be more that satisfied to take you home.” With that less than subtle implication, Karl peeled off Dom’s fingers and escaped outdoors.
Staring at the closed door, for the first time in as long as he could remember, Dom was speechless. Karl left. Left without him. And thought he was fucking Bean, which really didn’t help so much for his plot on getting the two of them in bed together. A touch on his shoulder brought his head around to see the rest of the hobbits encircling him, and taking him back to the booth. “He went without me. Took the bike and just… went. Didn’t even take the helmets.”
Once allowed up for air after the other Hobbits welcomed him ‘home’, Sean pulled the moping Dom to his side. “I’m sorry if my presence cocked up matters with yer friend. Seemed a mite uptight and possessive, eh.”
He waved Bean off, scooting away from him. His over-affectionate behavior was what Karl narked in the first place. “Karl’s a good guy. A lot like you, in a lot of ways. I promised I was going to spend the day with him. And, obviously, I didn’t expect you to be back. He misunderstood my being happy to see you for something a bit… more.” Elijah snorted, and was promptly elbowed by Sean A. Dom glared. “He doesn’t know you, Beanie. All he knows is some stranger was taking me away from him.”
“Jealousy will do that Dommie,” Sean nodded sagely. “A right handsome lad, you need me to drop you at his? The least I can do for ending your evening’s plans.” His eyes went wide when Dom growled, face-palmed, and thunked his head to the table’s surface.
TBC