Cherry Red pt 14
Title: Cherry Red (Part Fourteen)
Rating: R
Summary: Dom's always kept a diary, it was only a matter of time before it was read. PART FOURTEEN: The mourning after
Disclaimer: I am fairly sure this didn't happen, and I own nothing.
Author: Trash
Feedback: is muse food
Warning(s): Non really
A/N: Finally! My PC started being an arse so it's taken me ages to get this up. ARGH! Response to secrett's plot bunny. Other parts here (Unless memories still aren't working in which case try later ^_^)
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Dom woke earlier, much much earlier than he had intended, and watched the sun rise through the hotel window. He turned away and studied Billy intently; the way his hair was all over the place and his eyes roamed behind his eyelids and the way his lips naturally turned up at the corners like a constant smile.
He could remember sitting down in the lunch tent in New Zealand with Astin and Billy. They’d been talking about family, well, Sean had been talking about family. He’d told them how Christine and the kids were flying down some time and how excited he was. He’d asked Dom if he’s ever have kids. At the time Dom had said no, and been in creases at the mental image of himself with some perfect wife bouncing a tyke on his knee. When Sean had asked Billy the response had been entirely different:
“Yes.” Billy had declared, whist pushing the food around his plate with a fork. “Yes I would, but not yet. I couldn’t, I don’t know who I am yet. It’d make no sense to settle down and be unhappy - none at all.”
Those words had stuck in Dom’s head and, as he watched the sun grace Billy’s skin with its rays, he wondered if that was still the case. He had already come to terms with the fact that he had fallen arse-over-tit in love with Billy, but the one thing Billy had told them that he wanted; Dom would never be able to give him.
He watched Billy for a little while longer before the Scot’s eyes fluttered open and he squinted at the sun that dappled his face with its rays. He mumbled something unintelligible before pushing himself up slowly and blinked sleepily. The colour of Billy’s face told him immediately that his friend was suffering the mother of all hangovers, this thought was aided when Billy sprung out of bed and hurtled to the bathroom where Dom heard him be violently sick. He winced a little, knowing just how much it hurt to be that sick. The sounds reminded him of the projectile vomiting scene at the beginning of Scary Movie 2, which he and Billy had watched and had come to the conclusion was a huge waste of time.
When the noises from the bathroom subsided, Dom stood up and wandered over to the door, “I’m going down to the pool, Bills, just for a bit. Go back to sleep, I’ll send someone up with a bucket to save you running back and forth.”
Billy immerged from the room with his hair sticking this was and that. He smiled tiredly and yawned. “Thank you, Dommie. Thank you.” He murmured.
“That’s OK.” He told Billy, kissing his forehead gently and feeling the cold-sweat which had broken out there. “Now get yourself back into bed.” He instructed, before opening the door and wandering down the hall.
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The poolside was empty. Dom had absolutely no intentions of swimming; he simply sat on the tiled pool side and tapped his toes along the water line and watching the ripples expand across its surface. The hotel had two pools, one inside and one out. Dom had chosen the inside, for no real reason, mostly because when people finally chose to go for a swim they’d most likely not choose the inside one.
He felt strange, like he was contradicting himself - he’d whined and moaned and harped on and on to get Billy, but now he had him all he wanted was for him to go back to his lovely little girlfriend back in Scotland. Which wasn’t fair really, because hadn’t Billy turned up at his room at fuck-knows what time and apologised endlessly to him and openly confessed his love to him?
It was frustrating that he just couldn’t get his head around this, why was it that when he got what he wanted he didn’t know quite what to do with it.
Dom nearly fell into the pool when a hand fell down hard and heavy on his shoulder.
“Heeeey, Sblomie.” Elijah sang, sitting down on the tile next to Dom, who could smell stale alcohol on his friend’s breath.
"Early start there, Elwood?” he asked, praying his heart would start beating again after the shock he’d received.
Elijah shook his head proudly. “I never really sobered up.” He grinned, “You’re mate Billy left me asleep in the bar, which was a pretty eeveel thing to do. So I’m still a bit tipsy, but just a little bit.”
Dom let his forehead his palm. “Jesus.”
“Have you seen Billy around anywhere? Can’t find him.” Elijah swivelled around, scanning the pool room in the off chance that Billy may be hiding in the corner.
“S’in me room.” He muttered quietly, hoping Elijah wouldn’t understand and wouldn’t try to either.
Apparently, today just wasn’t his day. “Woah, you took him to your room? How’d he take it when he woke up?”
“Oh my Christ.” He whispered into his palms. “He came up to my room, completely shit-faced and confessed his love for me and then we had sex. OK?”
Elijah’s jaw dropped. Actually, it didn’t just drop, it hit the tiled pool-side and fell straight down into the water. He stared at Dom, blinking owlishly. “Yay!” he yelled; throwing his arms in the air, his alcohol-enhanced cheer echoing around the empty pool-room. “Was it good?” he asked with a sly grin, as if he would snigger at any moment, saying ‘eeesh you guys had sex.’
“What the fucking hell did you drink, Elijah, you drunk bastard?” he asked with a small grin on his face.
“I dunno. But you look like hell, Sblom. So like, either the sex really sucked or something else is on your mind. I’m guessin’ it isn’t the sex……so….”
Dom nodded, kicking the water again in the pool. “He should be with Ali.” He told his friend, before giving one ferocious kick, splashing water everywhere.
“Thanks for that, friend.” Elijah groaned, wiping water from his head on his shirt. “Let me get this straight, because I’m…..really failing to understand.” He paused, turning a bit on his bum so he was facing Dom; his knees drawn up to his chest. “You are all depressed and shit ‘cause he’s with Alison, right? Then you like, get him to yourself, and you get all depressed and shit ‘cause he’s not with Alison. Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Mumbled Dom. “How do you always help me sort my thoughts out, even when you’re pissed, Doodlebug?”
Elijah shrugged, trying not to smile. “It seems fairly simple. I mean, if he wanted to be with Ali then he’d have brought her here. Dude, he didn’t even invite her. And he did spend the night with you. Is it not obvious who he chooses?”
Elijah was right. As usual. Elijah was right and Dom was left feeling like a complete, utter arse. Elijah was right; Billy hadn’t only not invited his potential girlfriend, but he had come up to Dominic’s room in the middle of the night and declared his love.
“Care for a swim to clear our minds?” he asked, without waiting for an answer; he grabbed Elijah’s arm and pulled him into the warm water - still fully clothed.
“What,” Elijah choked out, struggling to stay top side around his shirt which had bloomed out around him in the most awkward way, “the holy hell was that for?”
Dom lay back on the water, floating with a Cheshire-Cat grin on his face. He didn’t bother answering, he just laughed out loud at the ceiling, watching the light dance off the water and reflect onto the tiles. After a moment, during which Elijah jus treaded water; somewhat confused, his light laughter joined Dom’s own.
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Dom and Elijah casually strode through the hotel, paying the water dripping from every part of their body no heed. The other guests and their fellow cast members who were milling about stared, slack jawed, at the pair as they traipsed over to the lifts, leaving a wet trail behind them.
Elijah leaned heavily against the back wall, ringing his shirt out onto the marble floor of the lift once inside. He began to sing quietly. “Every face, even the one you saw yesterday. It looks different today, ‘cause everything's changed since yesterday”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, you mad tosser?” Dom asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Well I’m so-rry Mr. Perfect.” His friend replied, stripping his soaking wet shirt off and ringing it out again.
Dom watched the floor numbers morph into each other on the little screen above the doors. He knew what he would say to Billy when he returned to the room. It wasn’t hard really, but every time he thought about it, his stomach jumped up into his throat. He was in such deep thought he didn’t notice Elijah take a step forward until he felt the wet slap of material across his face.
Elijah was pissing himself laughing behind him but Dom just cracked a grin. “Stop thinking.” Elijah told him sternly, punctuated by another slap with the sodden shirt. “Think when you’re with Billy, don’t think when you’re with me.”
Dom laughed as the doors opened to their floor and he darted down the corridor. “That’d be because thinking isn’t something you do often, right?” he called back over his shoulder as he ran past the room doors, Elijah hot on his tail; waving the wet shirt above his head.
“Dom!” Elijah cried out in shock but it was too late, Dom collided head on with someone else and fell flat on his arse with an ‘oof’.
“Fuck.” He murmured quietly, climbing to his feet and going to apologise to whoever he had ran into when his eyes met Astin’s. “Seanwise, sorry man I just…”
“How old are you two?” he asked, obviously trying very hard not to laugh. “Five?”
Elijah stood behind Dom, leaned his head on his shoulder and gazed at Sean with doe eyes. “We’re sooooorry, Mr. Astin.”
Sean rolled his eyes. “I was just looking for you guys, Elijah here went to look for Billy but…..disappeared.” he paused, taking in the pair’s state of dress. “Been for a swim?” he asked cheerily.
Dom nodded eagerly. “Yes. Yes we have. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to my room….to erm…” he trailed off as he continued his walk along the corridor until he found his room and knocked lightly on the door.
“It’s your room, you retard. Why are you knocking?” Sean asked as he and Elijah moved closer towards him. Dom opened his mouth to reply when the door was tugged open from the inside and Billy squinted out at him, looking him up and down.
“Not goin’ teh ask.” He drawled, padding back inside and leaving Dom at the door.
“Guess we know where Billy is then.” Sean whispered to Elijah as he watched Dom disappear into the room after Billy.
Elijah let go a dreamy sigh. “Yeah, ‘bout time too.”
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Rating: R
Summary: Dom's always kept a diary, it was only a matter of time before it was read. PART FOURTEEN: The mourning after
Disclaimer: I am fairly sure this didn't happen, and I own nothing.
Author: Trash
Feedback: is muse food
Warning(s): Non really
A/N: Finally! My PC started being an arse so it's taken me ages to get this up. ARGH! Response to secrett's plot bunny. Other parts here (Unless memories still aren't working in which case try later ^_^)
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Dom woke earlier, much much earlier than he had intended, and watched the sun rise through the hotel window. He turned away and studied Billy intently; the way his hair was all over the place and his eyes roamed behind his eyelids and the way his lips naturally turned up at the corners like a constant smile.
He could remember sitting down in the lunch tent in New Zealand with Astin and Billy. They’d been talking about family, well, Sean had been talking about family. He’d told them how Christine and the kids were flying down some time and how excited he was. He’d asked Dom if he’s ever have kids. At the time Dom had said no, and been in creases at the mental image of himself with some perfect wife bouncing a tyke on his knee. When Sean had asked Billy the response had been entirely different:
“Yes.” Billy had declared, whist pushing the food around his plate with a fork. “Yes I would, but not yet. I couldn’t, I don’t know who I am yet. It’d make no sense to settle down and be unhappy - none at all.”
Those words had stuck in Dom’s head and, as he watched the sun grace Billy’s skin with its rays, he wondered if that was still the case. He had already come to terms with the fact that he had fallen arse-over-tit in love with Billy, but the one thing Billy had told them that he wanted; Dom would never be able to give him.
He watched Billy for a little while longer before the Scot’s eyes fluttered open and he squinted at the sun that dappled his face with its rays. He mumbled something unintelligible before pushing himself up slowly and blinked sleepily. The colour of Billy’s face told him immediately that his friend was suffering the mother of all hangovers, this thought was aided when Billy sprung out of bed and hurtled to the bathroom where Dom heard him be violently sick. He winced a little, knowing just how much it hurt to be that sick. The sounds reminded him of the projectile vomiting scene at the beginning of Scary Movie 2, which he and Billy had watched and had come to the conclusion was a huge waste of time.
When the noises from the bathroom subsided, Dom stood up and wandered over to the door, “I’m going down to the pool, Bills, just for a bit. Go back to sleep, I’ll send someone up with a bucket to save you running back and forth.”
Billy immerged from the room with his hair sticking this was and that. He smiled tiredly and yawned. “Thank you, Dommie. Thank you.” He murmured.
“That’s OK.” He told Billy, kissing his forehead gently and feeling the cold-sweat which had broken out there. “Now get yourself back into bed.” He instructed, before opening the door and wandering down the hall.
****
The poolside was empty. Dom had absolutely no intentions of swimming; he simply sat on the tiled pool side and tapped his toes along the water line and watching the ripples expand across its surface. The hotel had two pools, one inside and one out. Dom had chosen the inside, for no real reason, mostly because when people finally chose to go for a swim they’d most likely not choose the inside one.
He felt strange, like he was contradicting himself - he’d whined and moaned and harped on and on to get Billy, but now he had him all he wanted was for him to go back to his lovely little girlfriend back in Scotland. Which wasn’t fair really, because hadn’t Billy turned up at his room at fuck-knows what time and apologised endlessly to him and openly confessed his love to him?
It was frustrating that he just couldn’t get his head around this, why was it that when he got what he wanted he didn’t know quite what to do with it.
Dom nearly fell into the pool when a hand fell down hard and heavy on his shoulder.
“Heeeey, Sblomie.” Elijah sang, sitting down on the tile next to Dom, who could smell stale alcohol on his friend’s breath.
"Early start there, Elwood?” he asked, praying his heart would start beating again after the shock he’d received.
Elijah shook his head proudly. “I never really sobered up.” He grinned, “You’re mate Billy left me asleep in the bar, which was a pretty eeveel thing to do. So I’m still a bit tipsy, but just a little bit.”
Dom let his forehead his palm. “Jesus.”
“Have you seen Billy around anywhere? Can’t find him.” Elijah swivelled around, scanning the pool room in the off chance that Billy may be hiding in the corner.
“S’in me room.” He muttered quietly, hoping Elijah wouldn’t understand and wouldn’t try to either.
Apparently, today just wasn’t his day. “Woah, you took him to your room? How’d he take it when he woke up?”
“Oh my Christ.” He whispered into his palms. “He came up to my room, completely shit-faced and confessed his love for me and then we had sex. OK?”
Elijah’s jaw dropped. Actually, it didn’t just drop, it hit the tiled pool-side and fell straight down into the water. He stared at Dom, blinking owlishly. “Yay!” he yelled; throwing his arms in the air, his alcohol-enhanced cheer echoing around the empty pool-room. “Was it good?” he asked with a sly grin, as if he would snigger at any moment, saying ‘eeesh you guys had sex.’
“What the fucking hell did you drink, Elijah, you drunk bastard?” he asked with a small grin on his face.
“I dunno. But you look like hell, Sblom. So like, either the sex really sucked or something else is on your mind. I’m guessin’ it isn’t the sex……so….”
Dom nodded, kicking the water again in the pool. “He should be with Ali.” He told his friend, before giving one ferocious kick, splashing water everywhere.
“Thanks for that, friend.” Elijah groaned, wiping water from his head on his shirt. “Let me get this straight, because I’m…..really failing to understand.” He paused, turning a bit on his bum so he was facing Dom; his knees drawn up to his chest. “You are all depressed and shit ‘cause he’s with Alison, right? Then you like, get him to yourself, and you get all depressed and shit ‘cause he’s not with Alison. Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Mumbled Dom. “How do you always help me sort my thoughts out, even when you’re pissed, Doodlebug?”
Elijah shrugged, trying not to smile. “It seems fairly simple. I mean, if he wanted to be with Ali then he’d have brought her here. Dude, he didn’t even invite her. And he did spend the night with you. Is it not obvious who he chooses?”
Elijah was right. As usual. Elijah was right and Dom was left feeling like a complete, utter arse. Elijah was right; Billy hadn’t only not invited his potential girlfriend, but he had come up to Dominic’s room in the middle of the night and declared his love.
“Care for a swim to clear our minds?” he asked, without waiting for an answer; he grabbed Elijah’s arm and pulled him into the warm water - still fully clothed.
“What,” Elijah choked out, struggling to stay top side around his shirt which had bloomed out around him in the most awkward way, “the holy hell was that for?”
Dom lay back on the water, floating with a Cheshire-Cat grin on his face. He didn’t bother answering, he just laughed out loud at the ceiling, watching the light dance off the water and reflect onto the tiles. After a moment, during which Elijah jus treaded water; somewhat confused, his light laughter joined Dom’s own.
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Dom and Elijah casually strode through the hotel, paying the water dripping from every part of their body no heed. The other guests and their fellow cast members who were milling about stared, slack jawed, at the pair as they traipsed over to the lifts, leaving a wet trail behind them.
Elijah leaned heavily against the back wall, ringing his shirt out onto the marble floor of the lift once inside. He began to sing quietly. “Every face, even the one you saw yesterday. It looks different today, ‘cause everything's changed since yesterday”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, you mad tosser?” Dom asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Well I’m so-rry Mr. Perfect.” His friend replied, stripping his soaking wet shirt off and ringing it out again.
Dom watched the floor numbers morph into each other on the little screen above the doors. He knew what he would say to Billy when he returned to the room. It wasn’t hard really, but every time he thought about it, his stomach jumped up into his throat. He was in such deep thought he didn’t notice Elijah take a step forward until he felt the wet slap of material across his face.
Elijah was pissing himself laughing behind him but Dom just cracked a grin. “Stop thinking.” Elijah told him sternly, punctuated by another slap with the sodden shirt. “Think when you’re with Billy, don’t think when you’re with me.”
Dom laughed as the doors opened to their floor and he darted down the corridor. “That’d be because thinking isn’t something you do often, right?” he called back over his shoulder as he ran past the room doors, Elijah hot on his tail; waving the wet shirt above his head.
“Dom!” Elijah cried out in shock but it was too late, Dom collided head on with someone else and fell flat on his arse with an ‘oof’.
“Fuck.” He murmured quietly, climbing to his feet and going to apologise to whoever he had ran into when his eyes met Astin’s. “Seanwise, sorry man I just…”
“How old are you two?” he asked, obviously trying very hard not to laugh. “Five?”
Elijah stood behind Dom, leaned his head on his shoulder and gazed at Sean with doe eyes. “We’re sooooorry, Mr. Astin.”
Sean rolled his eyes. “I was just looking for you guys, Elijah here went to look for Billy but…..disappeared.” he paused, taking in the pair’s state of dress. “Been for a swim?” he asked cheerily.
Dom nodded eagerly. “Yes. Yes we have. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to my room….to erm…” he trailed off as he continued his walk along the corridor until he found his room and knocked lightly on the door.
“It’s your room, you retard. Why are you knocking?” Sean asked as he and Elijah moved closer towards him. Dom opened his mouth to reply when the door was tugged open from the inside and Billy squinted out at him, looking him up and down.
“Not goin’ teh ask.” He drawled, padding back inside and leaving Dom at the door.
“Guess we know where Billy is then.” Sean whispered to Elijah as he watched Dom disappear into the room after Billy.
Elijah let go a dreamy sigh. “Yeah, ‘bout time too.”
****