Hmmm...my lj's "Update Regularly" function seems to be broken...
I've friends locked all the non-rec posts, but I always add back if I'm added. I also noticed I tend to put long quotes from each rec (it makes sense, obviously since part of the reason I love these stories so much is the quality of the prose) so I'm not going to have as many recs in one entry to prevent these long Posts of Doom from appearing on my friends list.
Regular updates to follow...hopefully. *crosses fingers*
And now, onto the show.
5 WIPs Worth Waiting For
4 Smallville, 1 Lotrps
Pride and Prejudice by garryowen. This author tackles a hard concept- Modern day Smallville with a Jane Austen twist. garryowen suceeds and out of this seemingly strange merger comes a cute story that touches on one of my favorite kinks- Alien!Clark.
"I said I'm taking another mortgage out on the house and that is final." Mr. Kent did not appreciate contradiction.
"Jonathan, that's crazy. We could lose the farm. We can hold out a little longer until Clark--"
"Until he what? Marries a millionaire who will kindly bail us out of the financial mess we're in?"
"What millionaire wouldn't want to marry Clark?"
"Martha, Clark may be handsome. He may be smart. But no millionaire likes to marry so far outside of his class."
Clark decided that, since he was the object of discussion, it was fair to intrude. He made no effort to disguise the creak of the screen door, nor the tread of his feet.
Mr. and Mrs. Kent sat back in their chairs guiltily, as if Clark had caught them making out.
"Hi, Sweetie. How was your day?" Martha stood and crossed the kitchen to the refrigerator. "I have some pie in here and--"
"Why didn't you guys tell me things were so bad?" Clark sat at the table beside his father.
"It's not your worry, Clark. You just concentrate on graduating and doing well in college." Mr. Kent raised his bushy eyebrows seeking aquiescence.
Clark shook his head. "I'm a part of this family. I need to take on some of the burdens."
Martha regarded him fondly, still holding an apple pie.
"Let me help," Clark pleaded.
"Son..." Jonathan clapped a hand onto Clark's shoulder. "There's really nothing you can do. Let me handle this."
"Handle it by mortgaging our house again? No. There are other ways."
"Ah, yes, your mother's plan, which involves you in a white lace veil, apparently."
"Dad, don't be dumb. I'm talking about grants. I can apply for some government money or something. I know I could do it. I heard about this guy on the news who got 200 thousand dollars to install a water-saving irrigation system in California."
"That's California. This is Kansas."
"I'll think of a good reason for them to give us money. I'll start right after finals. I don't want you taking out another mortgage." Clark took the pie from his mother and dug in appreciatively.
"Clark, honey, what if you don't get any grants. Marriage might not be such a bad idea. You're biologically ready and it makes sense to find a man who can support you."
"Mom, this is the twenty-first century, not the middle ages."
"Exactly. Which means it's fine for a man to marry another man. And, by extension, fine for a man to marry another man for his money."
Someone to Watch Over Me by dolimir Young Lex and Clark escape from an institution for all the meteor mutants. They're adopted by Martha and the three of them must live life on the run from the government and Lionel. This is such an original idea, and I also really love stories that examine how differently the characters would be had they been raised by someone else. I'm really unsure how to link this b/c there are so many parts that are sort of scattered through dolimir's lj, so here's first part, when it was still an untitled AU.
Second Untitled part, Third part, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and then it gets a title at part Seven. It's labeled as such all the way up to the last part posted.
As soon as they were gone, Lex scrambled to Clark’s side.
“Lex.” Clark’s tearstained face turned toward Lex and he raised his arms, pleadingly.
“I got you, Clark. I got you.” As gently as he could, Lex gathered the boy into his arms and carried him back to the bed. Lex scooted beside the boy, pulled the blanket over both of them and held Clark tightly in his arms as the little boy sobbed as if his heart was breaking.
A fierce protectiveness washed through Lex.
The men had hurt Clark because they could, because there was no one to stop them, because nobody knew what was happening inside the facility’s sterile walls or cared if they did know. Anger, like he never knew before, burned within Lex as he realized no one was going to rescue them. If they were going to escape their hellhole, they were on their own. But one thing Lex knew for certain, he wasn’t going to leave the boy to the doctor’s mercies. They could just find another guinea pig. From this moment forward, Clark belonged to Lex and if there was one thing his father had taught him was that no one ever took anything away from a Luthor without a hell of a fight.
“Shh. I got you Clark. I got you. No one else is ever going to hurt you again. I swear it. I swear it.”
Omiai by rose_emily
Clark needs a college scholarship. Lex wants the money his mother willed to him on the condition that he get married. The solutions seems simple, right?
I really, really love this story. In fact, I think I love practically everything this author has written. (It's all bookmarked somewhere, waiting for a future rec) She has such a witty style with laugh-out-loud funny lines. It was hard to find a little bit to quote b/c it's all really great.
The day of the Lana Lang Incident, Clark came home to find Lex glaring menacingly at the clothes dryer. Said dryer was open, wet clothes dangling from it like innards pulled from a fallen prey animal. "Is it broken?" Clark asked, setting down his backpack and eyeing the machine.
"I'll call the repairman," Lex announced, prodding at a damp knit shirt. "These clothes have just been going around for three hours, and they're barely warm."
"No, wait," Clark urged, stepping forward. "I might be able to fix it myself."
"I need these clothes for tomorrow, Clark," Lex said dryly.
Clark grinned and chose not to take offense. Instead, he dramatically rubbed his palms together and knelt down to examine the dryer. "Hey, did you check the lint trap?"
"What's that?" Lex asked, somewhat irritably. Most likely he wasn't eager to appear ignorant about the inner workings of a domestic appliance.
Clark tugged at the mesh frame and held it up. It was thickly layered with grey lint. "This is the lint trap. You have to clean it off after every load or the heat won't come through as well. That's why it's taking so long to dry your clothes." Neatly disposing of the lint and replacing the trap, Clark stood up and tugged at the machine. "Also, if the dryer gets pushed back too far, it can block the dryer hose."
Clark pushed the wet clothes back into the drum, closed the door, and twisted the start button. "Should work now."
Lex stood still and watched the dryer, ostensibly to make sure that Clark was telling the truth. When the dryer showed no signs of exploding, he stuck his hands in his pockets and smiled over at Clark. "My hero."
Clark blushed, inordinately pleased at this teasing praise. "Growing up on a farm, you learn how to make things work," he commented lamely. "Because they don't always. Work." Stop, Clark. Stop it now. The voice in his head sounded disconcertingly like Chloe.
Lex just laughed, kindly overlooking Clark's Attack of Spazzitude. "How was school?" he asked, heading back towards the kitchen. He opened the fridge and tossed Clark a bottle of the expensive water that Lex kept in constant supply.
"It sucked," Clark replied, twisting off the bottle cap and sitting at the table. "Just like it sucks every day."
Lex sat down opposite Clark and flicked his own bottle cap across the surface of the table. "Still no luck on the friends-making front?" he said sympathetically.
Clark shook his head. "I just ... in Smallville, I was this big dork, right? But I had my place as a dork and people didn't mind that I was a big dork and here, it's like I'm wearing this invisible nametag that says, 'Hello! My name is Big Dork! Shun me!'."
Lex chuckled. "It can't be that bad, Clark. You're a nice person, you're smart, you're attractive --"
"Ha," Clark interjected gloomily.
Lex did that *thing*, that thing where it was like someone offstage flipped some switch and Lex became a totally different person. He shifted forward maybe an inch in his seat, moved his elbows some infinitesmally small distance, and spoke, in this low purr, "You're attractive, believe me."
SiWWtSoU bu joyfulgirl41 a.k.a. Something is Wrong With the Sum of Us
Lex and Lana switch bodies. Sexual confusion for Clark and hilarity ensues. This is a really fun take on an old fanfic cliche.
It was all Lex's fault, really. Maybe partially Lana's.
Actually, they were both to blame. What was it about those two anyway? Between the two of them, they attracted enough freaks to have their own volume of Ripley's Believe it or Not. Of course they would be the ones to switch bodies. Stuff like that didn't happen to other people.
But Clark's sleeplessness was Lex's fault. It was Lex's fault because of his gross misuse of Lana's body. It was entirely inappropriate for Lex to be that sexy when he looked like Clark's girlfriend. Not only was it inappropriate, it was just plain rude!
Clark sat up and punched his pillow a few times before lying back down. If Lex didn't want Clark to touch him, than he shouldn't go around being all enticing as a girl.
And really, what was up with that? There was no other guy in the world who would be that comfortable if they woke up as a girl one morning. Any other guy in the world would be all awkward, checking every few minutes to see if their equipment was still missing, or they would lock themselves in the bathroom and spend the day playing with their new set of breasts.
But could Lex be that normal? Of course not! Lex had to wear everything well, including someone else's body. Lex had to walk so that his hips swayed back and forth in an almost hypnotic fashion. Lex had to snuggle in Clark's arms, looking up at him like he could solve the worlds problems one minute, and then shove him away like the world's biggest tease the next! Lex had to look totally adorable even when he was blowing his nose, his eyes all puffy from crying.
It was slowly becoming obvious to Clark that Lex might, in fact, be some sort of criminal mastermind, his sole purpose in life being to drive Clark up a fucking wall.
Clark yawned and nodded to himself, his eyes drooping closed, his body obviously satisfied that a reasonable conclusion had been reached. It was really the only conclusion to be reached.
Lex was totally evil.
Off the Ropes by abundantlyqueer
Dom's a small-time gambler with big time debts. His one way out is by betting on the slim chance than an unknown boxer, Orlando Bloom, can beat the champion, Karl Urban.
Another lovely story. I didn't expect to like it because the premise was so odd, and there's no definitive pairing (and I'm such an OTP girl) but the writing is amazing, the sex is blazingly hot and every Lotr person imaginable shows up (and hooks up in ways I hadn't thought of before, but somehow they all work). I literally cannot wait for the next installment of this story.
Here's the first part and here's the last part posted. All the parts are clearly marked and I would suggest reading everything in between- and I mean everything. There are some lovely drabbles and snippets (Some pertaining to the story, others not) located between the parts.
“Ah’m gonna fuckin’ kill ‘im,” Billy says, pushing his chair back from his desk irritably.
“Yeah, poor schmuck,” Dom shrugs, parking one hip on the edge of the desk. “He’s in love; he’s not thinking clearly.”
“Aye. I remember how that goes,” Billy says darkly.
“Yeah,” Dom says, letting his gaze drift to Billy’s face and linger there, waiting from an answering softening in Billy’s expression, but it doesn’t arrive.
“Yeh’re not here to discuss Sala’s romantic life. An’ Ah doubt yeh’re here to pay me the six grand yeh owe me in gamblin’ debts, are yeh?” Billy asks.
“Not exactly,” Dom admits. “Thing is Bills, I need a favor - but I’m in a position to pay. Or, at least, I will be.”
“Yeh need - a favor,” Billy says, his voice suddenly brittle.
“Yeah. See, thing is, I’m having a bit of a cash-flow thing at the moment and - ”
“Don’t bother wi’ the censored version,” Billy cuts in. “Yeh’re into McKellen for twenty grand, I already know.”
“Oh.”
“Jesus Dom, what were yeh thinking, takin’ his money? If yeh’re trying to get yerself killed, yeh’re goin’ the right way about it. Ah don’t understand yeh anymore; it’s like everything good yeh get yeh throw away with both hands.”
Dom scowls. The truth is, he asks himself the same question often, in the long reaches of the night, with Elijah’s small body curled confidingly next to his. Dom’s not gonna admit that to Billy of all people, though.
“Point is,” Dom says tightly, “I’m in a position to win big on the MMA welterweight fight.”
“Yeh won’t get any kind of odds on Urban, no matter who declares to fight him. He’s unbeatable this year.”
“I’m not betting on Urban, I’m betting against him,” Dom announces, savoring the way Billy’s eyes widen and his prim little mouth drops open.
“Yeh - ”
“I’ve got the guy to go up against him,” Dom goes on, his eyes glittering with excitement. “Fucking incredible - like fucking Bruce Lee with a sugar rush. He’s never fought in the league, nobody even fucking knows this guy. He’s like the fucking stealth bomber or something. Bookies’ll give twenty, fifty, a hundred to one on this guy right now.”
“Oh aye, yeh’ll get great odds,” Billy says dryly. “What are yeh gonna use for a stake? Yer underwear?”
Dom has the decency to look slightly shame-faced.
“I’ve got - I can get - I can borrow about twenty-five hundred.”
“Twenty-five hundred,” Billy echoes, nodding sagely.
“Yeah, the guy I’m shacked up with, his parents’re gonna send - ”
“Yer boyfriend,” Billy says flatly. “Yer boyfriend who’s young enough to have parents sending him money.”
Dom doesn’t even bother.
“Dom, did Ah, in the course of our relationship, ever manage to convey to you what a complete an’ utter bastard yeh are?”
Regular updates to follow...hopefully. *crosses fingers*
And now, onto the show.
5 WIPs Worth Waiting For
4 Smallville, 1 Lotrps
Pride and Prejudice by garryowen. This author tackles a hard concept- Modern day Smallville with a Jane Austen twist. garryowen suceeds and out of this seemingly strange merger comes a cute story that touches on one of my favorite kinks- Alien!Clark.
"I said I'm taking another mortgage out on the house and that is final." Mr. Kent did not appreciate contradiction.
"Jonathan, that's crazy. We could lose the farm. We can hold out a little longer until Clark--"
"Until he what? Marries a millionaire who will kindly bail us out of the financial mess we're in?"
"What millionaire wouldn't want to marry Clark?"
"Martha, Clark may be handsome. He may be smart. But no millionaire likes to marry so far outside of his class."
Clark decided that, since he was the object of discussion, it was fair to intrude. He made no effort to disguise the creak of the screen door, nor the tread of his feet.
Mr. and Mrs. Kent sat back in their chairs guiltily, as if Clark had caught them making out.
"Hi, Sweetie. How was your day?" Martha stood and crossed the kitchen to the refrigerator. "I have some pie in here and--"
"Why didn't you guys tell me things were so bad?" Clark sat at the table beside his father.
"It's not your worry, Clark. You just concentrate on graduating and doing well in college." Mr. Kent raised his bushy eyebrows seeking aquiescence.
Clark shook his head. "I'm a part of this family. I need to take on some of the burdens."
Martha regarded him fondly, still holding an apple pie.
"Let me help," Clark pleaded.
"Son..." Jonathan clapped a hand onto Clark's shoulder. "There's really nothing you can do. Let me handle this."
"Handle it by mortgaging our house again? No. There are other ways."
"Ah, yes, your mother's plan, which involves you in a white lace veil, apparently."
"Dad, don't be dumb. I'm talking about grants. I can apply for some government money or something. I know I could do it. I heard about this guy on the news who got 200 thousand dollars to install a water-saving irrigation system in California."
"That's California. This is Kansas."
"I'll think of a good reason for them to give us money. I'll start right after finals. I don't want you taking out another mortgage." Clark took the pie from his mother and dug in appreciatively.
"Clark, honey, what if you don't get any grants. Marriage might not be such a bad idea. You're biologically ready and it makes sense to find a man who can support you."
"Mom, this is the twenty-first century, not the middle ages."
"Exactly. Which means it's fine for a man to marry another man. And, by extension, fine for a man to marry another man for his money."
Someone to Watch Over Me by dolimir Young Lex and Clark escape from an institution for all the meteor mutants. They're adopted by Martha and the three of them must live life on the run from the government and Lionel. This is such an original idea, and I also really love stories that examine how differently the characters would be had they been raised by someone else. I'm really unsure how to link this b/c there are so many parts that are sort of scattered through dolimir's lj, so here's first part, when it was still an untitled AU.
Second Untitled part, Third part, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and then it gets a title at part Seven. It's labeled as such all the way up to the last part posted.
As soon as they were gone, Lex scrambled to Clark’s side.
“Lex.” Clark’s tearstained face turned toward Lex and he raised his arms, pleadingly.
“I got you, Clark. I got you.” As gently as he could, Lex gathered the boy into his arms and carried him back to the bed. Lex scooted beside the boy, pulled the blanket over both of them and held Clark tightly in his arms as the little boy sobbed as if his heart was breaking.
A fierce protectiveness washed through Lex.
The men had hurt Clark because they could, because there was no one to stop them, because nobody knew what was happening inside the facility’s sterile walls or cared if they did know. Anger, like he never knew before, burned within Lex as he realized no one was going to rescue them. If they were going to escape their hellhole, they were on their own. But one thing Lex knew for certain, he wasn’t going to leave the boy to the doctor’s mercies. They could just find another guinea pig. From this moment forward, Clark belonged to Lex and if there was one thing his father had taught him was that no one ever took anything away from a Luthor without a hell of a fight.
“Shh. I got you Clark. I got you. No one else is ever going to hurt you again. I swear it. I swear it.”
Omiai by rose_emily
Clark needs a college scholarship. Lex wants the money his mother willed to him on the condition that he get married. The solutions seems simple, right?
I really, really love this story. In fact, I think I love practically everything this author has written. (It's all bookmarked somewhere, waiting for a future rec) She has such a witty style with laugh-out-loud funny lines. It was hard to find a little bit to quote b/c it's all really great.
The day of the Lana Lang Incident, Clark came home to find Lex glaring menacingly at the clothes dryer. Said dryer was open, wet clothes dangling from it like innards pulled from a fallen prey animal. "Is it broken?" Clark asked, setting down his backpack and eyeing the machine.
"I'll call the repairman," Lex announced, prodding at a damp knit shirt. "These clothes have just been going around for three hours, and they're barely warm."
"No, wait," Clark urged, stepping forward. "I might be able to fix it myself."
"I need these clothes for tomorrow, Clark," Lex said dryly.
Clark grinned and chose not to take offense. Instead, he dramatically rubbed his palms together and knelt down to examine the dryer. "Hey, did you check the lint trap?"
"What's that?" Lex asked, somewhat irritably. Most likely he wasn't eager to appear ignorant about the inner workings of a domestic appliance.
Clark tugged at the mesh frame and held it up. It was thickly layered with grey lint. "This is the lint trap. You have to clean it off after every load or the heat won't come through as well. That's why it's taking so long to dry your clothes." Neatly disposing of the lint and replacing the trap, Clark stood up and tugged at the machine. "Also, if the dryer gets pushed back too far, it can block the dryer hose."
Clark pushed the wet clothes back into the drum, closed the door, and twisted the start button. "Should work now."
Lex stood still and watched the dryer, ostensibly to make sure that Clark was telling the truth. When the dryer showed no signs of exploding, he stuck his hands in his pockets and smiled over at Clark. "My hero."
Clark blushed, inordinately pleased at this teasing praise. "Growing up on a farm, you learn how to make things work," he commented lamely. "Because they don't always. Work." Stop, Clark. Stop it now. The voice in his head sounded disconcertingly like Chloe.
Lex just laughed, kindly overlooking Clark's Attack of Spazzitude. "How was school?" he asked, heading back towards the kitchen. He opened the fridge and tossed Clark a bottle of the expensive water that Lex kept in constant supply.
"It sucked," Clark replied, twisting off the bottle cap and sitting at the table. "Just like it sucks every day."
Lex sat down opposite Clark and flicked his own bottle cap across the surface of the table. "Still no luck on the friends-making front?" he said sympathetically.
Clark shook his head. "I just ... in Smallville, I was this big dork, right? But I had my place as a dork and people didn't mind that I was a big dork and here, it's like I'm wearing this invisible nametag that says, 'Hello! My name is Big Dork! Shun me!'."
Lex chuckled. "It can't be that bad, Clark. You're a nice person, you're smart, you're attractive --"
"Ha," Clark interjected gloomily.
Lex did that *thing*, that thing where it was like someone offstage flipped some switch and Lex became a totally different person. He shifted forward maybe an inch in his seat, moved his elbows some infinitesmally small distance, and spoke, in this low purr, "You're attractive, believe me."
SiWWtSoU bu joyfulgirl41 a.k.a. Something is Wrong With the Sum of Us
Lex and Lana switch bodies. Sexual confusion for Clark and hilarity ensues. This is a really fun take on an old fanfic cliche.
It was all Lex's fault, really. Maybe partially Lana's.
Actually, they were both to blame. What was it about those two anyway? Between the two of them, they attracted enough freaks to have their own volume of Ripley's Believe it or Not. Of course they would be the ones to switch bodies. Stuff like that didn't happen to other people.
But Clark's sleeplessness was Lex's fault. It was Lex's fault because of his gross misuse of Lana's body. It was entirely inappropriate for Lex to be that sexy when he looked like Clark's girlfriend. Not only was it inappropriate, it was just plain rude!
Clark sat up and punched his pillow a few times before lying back down. If Lex didn't want Clark to touch him, than he shouldn't go around being all enticing as a girl.
And really, what was up with that? There was no other guy in the world who would be that comfortable if they woke up as a girl one morning. Any other guy in the world would be all awkward, checking every few minutes to see if their equipment was still missing, or they would lock themselves in the bathroom and spend the day playing with their new set of breasts.
But could Lex be that normal? Of course not! Lex had to wear everything well, including someone else's body. Lex had to walk so that his hips swayed back and forth in an almost hypnotic fashion. Lex had to snuggle in Clark's arms, looking up at him like he could solve the worlds problems one minute, and then shove him away like the world's biggest tease the next! Lex had to look totally adorable even when he was blowing his nose, his eyes all puffy from crying.
It was slowly becoming obvious to Clark that Lex might, in fact, be some sort of criminal mastermind, his sole purpose in life being to drive Clark up a fucking wall.
Clark yawned and nodded to himself, his eyes drooping closed, his body obviously satisfied that a reasonable conclusion had been reached. It was really the only conclusion to be reached.
Lex was totally evil.
Off the Ropes by abundantlyqueer
Dom's a small-time gambler with big time debts. His one way out is by betting on the slim chance than an unknown boxer, Orlando Bloom, can beat the champion, Karl Urban.
Another lovely story. I didn't expect to like it because the premise was so odd, and there's no definitive pairing (and I'm such an OTP girl) but the writing is amazing, the sex is blazingly hot and every Lotr person imaginable shows up (and hooks up in ways I hadn't thought of before, but somehow they all work). I literally cannot wait for the next installment of this story.
Here's the first part and here's the last part posted. All the parts are clearly marked and I would suggest reading everything in between- and I mean everything. There are some lovely drabbles and snippets (Some pertaining to the story, others not) located between the parts.
“Ah’m gonna fuckin’ kill ‘im,” Billy says, pushing his chair back from his desk irritably.
“Yeah, poor schmuck,” Dom shrugs, parking one hip on the edge of the desk. “He’s in love; he’s not thinking clearly.”
“Aye. I remember how that goes,” Billy says darkly.
“Yeah,” Dom says, letting his gaze drift to Billy’s face and linger there, waiting from an answering softening in Billy’s expression, but it doesn’t arrive.
“Yeh’re not here to discuss Sala’s romantic life. An’ Ah doubt yeh’re here to pay me the six grand yeh owe me in gamblin’ debts, are yeh?” Billy asks.
“Not exactly,” Dom admits. “Thing is Bills, I need a favor - but I’m in a position to pay. Or, at least, I will be.”
“Yeh need - a favor,” Billy says, his voice suddenly brittle.
“Yeah. See, thing is, I’m having a bit of a cash-flow thing at the moment and - ”
“Don’t bother wi’ the censored version,” Billy cuts in. “Yeh’re into McKellen for twenty grand, I already know.”
“Oh.”
“Jesus Dom, what were yeh thinking, takin’ his money? If yeh’re trying to get yerself killed, yeh’re goin’ the right way about it. Ah don’t understand yeh anymore; it’s like everything good yeh get yeh throw away with both hands.”
Dom scowls. The truth is, he asks himself the same question often, in the long reaches of the night, with Elijah’s small body curled confidingly next to his. Dom’s not gonna admit that to Billy of all people, though.
“Point is,” Dom says tightly, “I’m in a position to win big on the MMA welterweight fight.”
“Yeh won’t get any kind of odds on Urban, no matter who declares to fight him. He’s unbeatable this year.”
“I’m not betting on Urban, I’m betting against him,” Dom announces, savoring the way Billy’s eyes widen and his prim little mouth drops open.
“Yeh - ”
“I’ve got the guy to go up against him,” Dom goes on, his eyes glittering with excitement. “Fucking incredible - like fucking Bruce Lee with a sugar rush. He’s never fought in the league, nobody even fucking knows this guy. He’s like the fucking stealth bomber or something. Bookies’ll give twenty, fifty, a hundred to one on this guy right now.”
“Oh aye, yeh’ll get great odds,” Billy says dryly. “What are yeh gonna use for a stake? Yer underwear?”
Dom has the decency to look slightly shame-faced.
“I’ve got - I can get - I can borrow about twenty-five hundred.”
“Twenty-five hundred,” Billy echoes, nodding sagely.
“Yeah, the guy I’m shacked up with, his parents’re gonna send - ”
“Yer boyfriend,” Billy says flatly. “Yer boyfriend who’s young enough to have parents sending him money.”
Dom doesn’t even bother.
“Dom, did Ah, in the course of our relationship, ever manage to convey to you what a complete an’ utter bastard yeh are?”