Fic: Warm Winter Birthday
Warm Winter Birthday
PG
summary: Dom feels a bit melancholy in Hawaii
a/n: I had to write something for Dom's birthday... *g*
disclaimer: untrue. look up "fiction" in the dictionary.
Dom stretched out on the beach towel and tried to ignore the scratchy feeling of sand irritating his skin. He closed his eyes, his face warm with sunlight.
"It should not be this warm in December," he mumbled to no-one. "It's nearly Christmas, it should be snowing or something."
Dom listened to the steady beat of the waves on the shore and thought up a list of things he liked about Hawaii. It's warm, he started, but he discarded that after a moment, reasoning that if he was going to complain about it, it shouldn't be on his list. I can surf all the time. That was true, but it was a direct result of "Hawaii being warm," so he discarded that thought as well.
A few minutes later, he was dozing on the towel, the ocean lulling him to sleep. He'd given up on his list. Dom's mobile buzzed next to his ear, startling him awake. He answered it quickly, trying to slow down his frantic heartbeat.
"Where are you?"
"What? Bill? S'that you?"
"'Course it's me, you wanker. So, Dom, how are you?"
"Insults? On my birthday? You should be ashamed, Bill," Dom shook his head sadly, and Billy could hear his grin over the phone.
"Which brings me to the reason I'm calling!"
"What, you didn't call just to chat?" Dom asked jokingly. Billy was silent for a few seconds, and Dom tried to back-track. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"I know. But you're right, I haven't been making much of an effort, have I?" Billy asked apologetically.
"It's fine, Billy. I know you're busy. And it's not like I've made a tremendous effort to call you either," Dom admitted, trying to reassure his friend. "The point is, you've called now."
"Well, it's your birthday!" Billy exclaimed loudly, making Dom smile. "How old are you now, eighty?"
"Nah, that's you, Bill. I'm not quite there yet."
"How's Hawaii treating you, Dom?"
"I'm fine. It's fine. Everything's fine," Dom replied just a little to quickly.
"Just fine? It's a clear blue sky out there! Warm sun, cool waves..."
"I know, it's just... I'm not used to it yet," Dom sighed. "How are you, Billy? How's Scotland treating you? Still as pale as ever, I'll bet," Dom laughed.
"Wouldn't know, actually. I mean, obviously I know what my skin looks like, but I'm hoping to get a tan soon, with all the sun outside," Billy said vaguely.
"All the sun? Are you on holiday or something? And you didn't tell me?" Dom truly was surprised, but he tried to mask it with a joke. "Y'should've invited me; it is my birthday, after all."
"Actually, I decided I had to give you your present in person." Billy smiled broadly, picturing (correctly) Dom's jaw dropping. "Come pick me up, wanker," he added.
Dom's eyes were wide and disbelieving. "Pick you..." he started. Then his brain caught up with him. "Airport?" Dom asked in an awed voice. Billy... he thought, here?
"Yes. Baggage Claim entrance," Billy instructed.
Dom snapped his phone shut without answering. He leapt into action, scrambling off the towel and through hot sand that burned his feet. He didn't care; his mind was going in a loop of Billy, here, Billy, airport, Billy... Dom finally made it to his car and slid into the driver's seat. He was wearing only his board shorts, which were slightly damp from his earlier surfing, and gritty sand that he knew he would never be rid of. Ten minutes later, Dom pulled up to the airport entrance and jumped out of the car, spotting Billy instantly in the sparse crowd.
Until that moment, when he saw Billy smiling serenely at him from across the terminal, Dom hadn't really believed it was true. His expression melted from shocked to ecstatic, his smile wide and honest and joyful.
Billy beamed at Dom and dropped his duffel to the ground. Dom surged forward and Billy enveloped him in a tight, warm embrace. Billy grinned at Dom's awed expression and traced his fingers along Dom's bare, slightly sunburned shoulders.
"Couldn't manage to get dressed for me?" Billy asked in a mock-stern voice.
Dom laughed and buried his face in Billy's neck. Billy smiled again and kissed Dom's shoulder gently, the touch of his lips feather-light. He then pulled back and held Dom a few inches away. "Had to give you your present in person, Dommeh," Billy explained unnecessarily.
He placed a hand on the back of Dom's head, relishing the feel of the damp, sun-warmed, blonde spikes. He slowly pulled Dom closer, until he saw Dom's liquid-gray eyes flutter closed. The kiss was gentle, chaste, and translated all of their emotions to each other.
When he pulled away, Billy frowned and said apologetically, "I'm sorry I didn't call."
"I missed you."
"I know. Happy birthday, Dom."
"Best present ever, Bills. You really are."
PG
summary: Dom feels a bit melancholy in Hawaii
a/n: I had to write something for Dom's birthday... *g*
disclaimer: untrue. look up "fiction" in the dictionary.
Dom stretched out on the beach towel and tried to ignore the scratchy feeling of sand irritating his skin. He closed his eyes, his face warm with sunlight.
"It should not be this warm in December," he mumbled to no-one. "It's nearly Christmas, it should be snowing or something."
Dom listened to the steady beat of the waves on the shore and thought up a list of things he liked about Hawaii. It's warm, he started, but he discarded that after a moment, reasoning that if he was going to complain about it, it shouldn't be on his list. I can surf all the time. That was true, but it was a direct result of "Hawaii being warm," so he discarded that thought as well.
A few minutes later, he was dozing on the towel, the ocean lulling him to sleep. He'd given up on his list. Dom's mobile buzzed next to his ear, startling him awake. He answered it quickly, trying to slow down his frantic heartbeat.
"Where are you?"
"What? Bill? S'that you?"
"'Course it's me, you wanker. So, Dom, how are you?"
"Insults? On my birthday? You should be ashamed, Bill," Dom shook his head sadly, and Billy could hear his grin over the phone.
"Which brings me to the reason I'm calling!"
"What, you didn't call just to chat?" Dom asked jokingly. Billy was silent for a few seconds, and Dom tried to back-track. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"I know. But you're right, I haven't been making much of an effort, have I?" Billy asked apologetically.
"It's fine, Billy. I know you're busy. And it's not like I've made a tremendous effort to call you either," Dom admitted, trying to reassure his friend. "The point is, you've called now."
"Well, it's your birthday!" Billy exclaimed loudly, making Dom smile. "How old are you now, eighty?"
"Nah, that's you, Bill. I'm not quite there yet."
"How's Hawaii treating you, Dom?"
"I'm fine. It's fine. Everything's fine," Dom replied just a little to quickly.
"Just fine? It's a clear blue sky out there! Warm sun, cool waves..."
"I know, it's just... I'm not used to it yet," Dom sighed. "How are you, Billy? How's Scotland treating you? Still as pale as ever, I'll bet," Dom laughed.
"Wouldn't know, actually. I mean, obviously I know what my skin looks like, but I'm hoping to get a tan soon, with all the sun outside," Billy said vaguely.
"All the sun? Are you on holiday or something? And you didn't tell me?" Dom truly was surprised, but he tried to mask it with a joke. "Y'should've invited me; it is my birthday, after all."
"Actually, I decided I had to give you your present in person." Billy smiled broadly, picturing (correctly) Dom's jaw dropping. "Come pick me up, wanker," he added.
Dom's eyes were wide and disbelieving. "Pick you..." he started. Then his brain caught up with him. "Airport?" Dom asked in an awed voice. Billy... he thought, here?
"Yes. Baggage Claim entrance," Billy instructed.
Dom snapped his phone shut without answering. He leapt into action, scrambling off the towel and through hot sand that burned his feet. He didn't care; his mind was going in a loop of Billy, here, Billy, airport, Billy... Dom finally made it to his car and slid into the driver's seat. He was wearing only his board shorts, which were slightly damp from his earlier surfing, and gritty sand that he knew he would never be rid of. Ten minutes later, Dom pulled up to the airport entrance and jumped out of the car, spotting Billy instantly in the sparse crowd.
Until that moment, when he saw Billy smiling serenely at him from across the terminal, Dom hadn't really believed it was true. His expression melted from shocked to ecstatic, his smile wide and honest and joyful.
Billy beamed at Dom and dropped his duffel to the ground. Dom surged forward and Billy enveloped him in a tight, warm embrace. Billy grinned at Dom's awed expression and traced his fingers along Dom's bare, slightly sunburned shoulders.
"Couldn't manage to get dressed for me?" Billy asked in a mock-stern voice.
Dom laughed and buried his face in Billy's neck. Billy smiled again and kissed Dom's shoulder gently, the touch of his lips feather-light. He then pulled back and held Dom a few inches away. "Had to give you your present in person, Dommeh," Billy explained unnecessarily.
He placed a hand on the back of Dom's head, relishing the feel of the damp, sun-warmed, blonde spikes. He slowly pulled Dom closer, until he saw Dom's liquid-gray eyes flutter closed. The kiss was gentle, chaste, and translated all of their emotions to each other.
When he pulled away, Billy frowned and said apologetically, "I'm sorry I didn't call."
"I missed you."
"I know. Happy birthday, Dom."
"Best present ever, Bills. You really are."