If You Can't Stand the Heat II
Title: If You Can't Stand the Heat
Part(s): 2/?
Pairings: Monaboyd
Rating: PG in this chapter to NC-17 for later chapters
Warnings: AU
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Feedback: I love feedback of all kinds.
Previous parts live in my nearly empty journal.
Plinkin's Journal
So, where were we? Oh yes. I am so screwed. Well, I certainly hope so, anyway. I mean, if I could have anyone in the world, it would be Bill; he’s everything I’ve always looked for and dreamed about. We get along famously and he always gets my jokes, no matter how corny. He’s smart too, my Bill, and not just book smart; he’s got street smarts, that one does. And as for the rest of him, God, I don’t know where to start. His smile would melt glaciers and his laugh could start fires. And those eyes. His eyes do terrible, wonderful things to my insides. Who am I kidding? They do things to my outside too. Watch it, there, Dommie-boy. Don’t want to be getting all riled up.
“Dom! Dominic!”
Oh, lovely liquid sounds. Could listen all day, I could.
“Dom! Would you pay attention? Where’s your mind got to? Elijah is screeching for you from the kitchen.”
“Oh. Oh! Um, sorry Billy. What were you saying just now?”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake. Would you just go see what your puppy is yapping about?”
“I don’t have a puppy, Billy.”
“Yes Dom, you do. A very anxious puppy, with enormous blue eyes. He looks rather lost.”
Oh dear. Really, I’m quite enjoying myself here, my beer and Billy by my side. What the blazes could the little bugger need? Kitchen was almost clean when I left.
“Lij, we’re over here at the bar. Billy and I were just chatting about the evening. I told him what a right fine job you’d done with helping me out tonight.”
Here he comes. So much for keeping Billy all to my onesies. And those fucking eyes of his, come to tempt and lure and steal.
“So, I really did ok tonight? Because, I was so nervous and everything was, like, all confusing and loud. It was ok? Really? Oh man, there was this rush and we were going so fast and…”
“Lij! Calm down, mate. I can scarce make out what you’re saying.” God, he’s a spastic little guy. “Did you have something to say when you headed out here looking for me?”
“Oh! Yeah! Um. See, I um, I mean we. We. Orlando and myself were going to go have a few drinks and I thought that maybe you’d like to come with us. Oh, and you’re welcome to come as well, Bill. The more the merrier, right?”
No. Not the more the merrier. Two is company. God, why does the kid have to be so nice? I can’t very well say no to him when he’s got those great, blue beacons shining on me.
“It sounds like a good time, Lij. Sure, I’ll head out and meet you as soon as I pop into the locker room to shower and change. Ok? Give me thirty minutes and I’ll meet you there.”
“Thirty minutes? You great girl!”
Did Billy just call me a girl?
“Yes, you great girl! I can hear you thinking, Dom. You’re wrong though. I’m right and you’re wrong and you’re going to take an entire thirty minutes and prove it to both of us. What man needs a half-hour to shower and get dressed? I’ll tell you what man; a great, girly man named Dominic. Don’t forget to mousse your hair while you’re in there.”
Oh God. Please let him be going with us. Wait. I’ll be drinking. Maybe Billy with me at a bar isn’t such a great idea. Yes. No. Oh God.
“Look Bill, you just leave me to my ablutions and I’ll see you there, ok? And I don’t use mousse. It’s a spray. And it’s very manly. It reeks of masculinity.”
Good Dom. Slick. Protest a bit much, do you? He’s going to see right through your skin and straight into your chest. Heart’s pounding double time like it’s going to leap clean out of your body. Breathe. Woooo.
“Sure Dom, I’ll see you and young Elijah, there. Don’t forget your lipstick.”
Cheeky bastard. He wants make-up, does he?
Part(s): 2/?
Pairings: Monaboyd
Rating: PG in this chapter to NC-17 for later chapters
Warnings: AU
Disclaimers: I don't know them and I'm not affiliated with them.
Feedback: I love feedback of all kinds.
Previous parts live in my nearly empty journal.
Plinkin's Journal
So, where were we? Oh yes. I am so screwed. Well, I certainly hope so, anyway. I mean, if I could have anyone in the world, it would be Bill; he’s everything I’ve always looked for and dreamed about. We get along famously and he always gets my jokes, no matter how corny. He’s smart too, my Bill, and not just book smart; he’s got street smarts, that one does. And as for the rest of him, God, I don’t know where to start. His smile would melt glaciers and his laugh could start fires. And those eyes. His eyes do terrible, wonderful things to my insides. Who am I kidding? They do things to my outside too. Watch it, there, Dommie-boy. Don’t want to be getting all riled up.
“Dom! Dominic!”
Oh, lovely liquid sounds. Could listen all day, I could.
“Dom! Would you pay attention? Where’s your mind got to? Elijah is screeching for you from the kitchen.”
“Oh. Oh! Um, sorry Billy. What were you saying just now?”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake. Would you just go see what your puppy is yapping about?”
“I don’t have a puppy, Billy.”
“Yes Dom, you do. A very anxious puppy, with enormous blue eyes. He looks rather lost.”
Oh dear. Really, I’m quite enjoying myself here, my beer and Billy by my side. What the blazes could the little bugger need? Kitchen was almost clean when I left.
“Lij, we’re over here at the bar. Billy and I were just chatting about the evening. I told him what a right fine job you’d done with helping me out tonight.”
Here he comes. So much for keeping Billy all to my onesies. And those fucking eyes of his, come to tempt and lure and steal.
“So, I really did ok tonight? Because, I was so nervous and everything was, like, all confusing and loud. It was ok? Really? Oh man, there was this rush and we were going so fast and…”
“Lij! Calm down, mate. I can scarce make out what you’re saying.” God, he’s a spastic little guy. “Did you have something to say when you headed out here looking for me?”
“Oh! Yeah! Um. See, I um, I mean we. We. Orlando and myself were going to go have a few drinks and I thought that maybe you’d like to come with us. Oh, and you’re welcome to come as well, Bill. The more the merrier, right?”
No. Not the more the merrier. Two is company. God, why does the kid have to be so nice? I can’t very well say no to him when he’s got those great, blue beacons shining on me.
“It sounds like a good time, Lij. Sure, I’ll head out and meet you as soon as I pop into the locker room to shower and change. Ok? Give me thirty minutes and I’ll meet you there.”
“Thirty minutes? You great girl!”
Did Billy just call me a girl?
“Yes, you great girl! I can hear you thinking, Dom. You’re wrong though. I’m right and you’re wrong and you’re going to take an entire thirty minutes and prove it to both of us. What man needs a half-hour to shower and get dressed? I’ll tell you what man; a great, girly man named Dominic. Don’t forget to mousse your hair while you’re in there.”
Oh God. Please let him be going with us. Wait. I’ll be drinking. Maybe Billy with me at a bar isn’t such a great idea. Yes. No. Oh God.
“Look Bill, you just leave me to my ablutions and I’ll see you there, ok? And I don’t use mousse. It’s a spray. And it’s very manly. It reeks of masculinity.”
Good Dom. Slick. Protest a bit much, do you? He’s going to see right through your skin and straight into your chest. Heart’s pounding double time like it’s going to leap clean out of your body. Breathe. Woooo.
“Sure Dom, I’ll see you and young Elijah, there. Don’t forget your lipstick.”
Cheeky bastard. He wants make-up, does he?