Part the third
Title: Reality
‘Ship: Monaboyd
Disclaimer: I don’t know either Dominic Monaghan or Billy Boyd, although I’m sure they’re both lovely men.
Rating: Eh. PG, but more likely G
Summary: Both Billy and Dom get a taste of reality.
Word count: 321
Feedback: Is like a drug. I'm apt to love you for all eternity.
Notes: Part the first: Lies
Part the second: Truth
Also, this one’s written in a different style, just so you know.
Dom got up from his chair when he heard the doorbell ring.
It’s not Billy, you know, he told himself as he made his way to the door.
It was probably Elijah, wanting to go for a pubcrawl. It wasn’t Billy.
Or maybe it was Astin, needing someone to watch his kids while he and his wife took a much-needed night off. It wasn’t Billy.
Actually, it was most likely a salesperson, trying to sell Dom a new vacuum or something else he didn’t need. It wasn’t Billy.
Hell, it was more likely the Ghost of Christmas Past than Billy.
Dom tugged open the door, expecting anyone and everyone except Billy.
It was Billy.
***
Once Billy had pushed the doorbell, he stood back, going over what he planned to say as he shifted nervously from foot to foot.
Hey Dom. Listen, you know how I said, ‘Sorry, no,’ when you asked me if I loved you? Well, I was wrong. I do love you, no, need you. I’m like...like a stained glass window, and you’re the sun that shines through me and lights me up. You’re what makes me whole, and without you, I’m nothing. I’m sorry I hurt you, and I’ll understand if you never want to see me again, but I just...I just can’t live this lie anymore.
He’d scripted it carefully, and the mini-monologue had been going through his mind the entire duration of the flight from Glasgow to L. A. He just hoped Dom was willing to hear him out.
There were sounds of movement from behind the door, and it was tugged open. Billy found himself staring into those blue-gray eyes that had haunted him ever since they’d parted after the Oscars.
Suddenly, he was struck dumb. The planned and practiced speech he’d wanted to deliver flew out of his head, drifting into the air to join the seemingly-constant smog above the city. Opening his mouth, Billy said the first thing that came into his mind:
“Dom, I’m a liar.”
Dom blinked in confusion, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing his arms. “What are you going on about?”
Billy swallowed the lump that seemed to have formed in his throat. “Dom, I...” love you, he tried to say, but for some reason, it wouldn’t come. “I lied.”
“Lied when?”
“All the time. About you. About me. About us.”
The confusion began to fade from Dom’s eyes, replaced by slowly blossoming hope. “Is there an ‘us’?”
“No,” Billy replied bluntly. “Not now. But I want there to be. More than anything else, I want there to be.”
“But before you said--”
“I already told you,” interrupted Billy, “I lied. I though I knew what I wanted, but I lied”
Dom straightened, arms dropping to his sides as he stepped closer to the other man. “So what’s the truth, then?”
“This.” With that, Billy leaned in, crossing the gap between them to brush his lips lightly against Dom’s.
‘Ship: Monaboyd
Disclaimer: I don’t know either Dominic Monaghan or Billy Boyd, although I’m sure they’re both lovely men.
Rating: Eh. PG, but more likely G
Summary: Both Billy and Dom get a taste of reality.
Word count: 321
Feedback: Is like a drug. I'm apt to love you for all eternity.
Notes: Part the first: Lies
Part the second: Truth
Also, this one’s written in a different style, just so you know.
Dom got up from his chair when he heard the doorbell ring.
It’s not Billy, you know, he told himself as he made his way to the door.
It was probably Elijah, wanting to go for a pubcrawl. It wasn’t Billy.
Or maybe it was Astin, needing someone to watch his kids while he and his wife took a much-needed night off. It wasn’t Billy.
Actually, it was most likely a salesperson, trying to sell Dom a new vacuum or something else he didn’t need. It wasn’t Billy.
Hell, it was more likely the Ghost of Christmas Past than Billy.
Dom tugged open the door, expecting anyone and everyone except Billy.
It was Billy.
***
Once Billy had pushed the doorbell, he stood back, going over what he planned to say as he shifted nervously from foot to foot.
Hey Dom. Listen, you know how I said, ‘Sorry, no,’ when you asked me if I loved you? Well, I was wrong. I do love you, no, need you. I’m like...like a stained glass window, and you’re the sun that shines through me and lights me up. You’re what makes me whole, and without you, I’m nothing. I’m sorry I hurt you, and I’ll understand if you never want to see me again, but I just...I just can’t live this lie anymore.
He’d scripted it carefully, and the mini-monologue had been going through his mind the entire duration of the flight from Glasgow to L. A. He just hoped Dom was willing to hear him out.
There were sounds of movement from behind the door, and it was tugged open. Billy found himself staring into those blue-gray eyes that had haunted him ever since they’d parted after the Oscars.
Suddenly, he was struck dumb. The planned and practiced speech he’d wanted to deliver flew out of his head, drifting into the air to join the seemingly-constant smog above the city. Opening his mouth, Billy said the first thing that came into his mind:
“Dom, I’m a liar.”
Dom blinked in confusion, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing his arms. “What are you going on about?”
Billy swallowed the lump that seemed to have formed in his throat. “Dom, I...” love you, he tried to say, but for some reason, it wouldn’t come. “I lied.”
“Lied when?”
“All the time. About you. About me. About us.”
The confusion began to fade from Dom’s eyes, replaced by slowly blossoming hope. “Is there an ‘us’?”
“No,” Billy replied bluntly. “Not now. But I want there to be. More than anything else, I want there to be.”
“But before you said--”
“I already told you,” interrupted Billy, “I lied. I though I knew what I wanted, but I lied”
Dom straightened, arms dropping to his sides as he stepped closer to the other man. “So what’s the truth, then?”
“This.” With that, Billy leaned in, crossing the gap between them to brush his lips lightly against Dom’s.