Serious Issues (5/?)
Title: Serious Issues (5/?)
Authors: theonemonaghan (Kacey) and empathicfrost (Frost)
Rating: *overall series: NC-17*
Pairing: Monaboyd
Summary: 'What is this, Billy?' Dom asked.
'Eht's us, Dom. Just us."
Feedback: is delicious and nutritious
Disclaimer: What? Didn’t you know this all happened?
Previous Chapters: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four
Part five:
Morning came to Dominic Monaghan with a parched, dry tongue. It slid out to question his quiet lips as to why - and licked cool skin. Not his own. The body against his had shifted in the night and Billy's head was tucked into the blond boy's neck with Dom's lips resting against the Scottish ear. Now that ear was wet from Dom's tongue.
Overcome by the dragging temptation of more sleep and the perfect weight of Billy draped against him, Dom would’ve closed his eyes and fallen back into abyss - if it weren’t for the bedside clock over Billy's shoulder.
5:12
...
5:13
"Shit-" The word slipped from teeth that knocked closed and Dom jerked in panic. Merry and Pippin had an appointment in Fangorn forest at 7:45 and had two hours of makeup and costuming to do first. Dom tamed his rebellious urge to tell the movie to fuck off today - an urge he thought he had tamed when he started making the movie, the wild child who got his priorities straight about work. And work was calling.
"Bill…" A weak suggestion at first that became slightly more insistent the second time around. “Billy." He wouldn’t let Billy suffer by not waking him up in time. "C’mon - we have to take a shower. Now." Emphasis placed as he rolled Billy off of him and lingered above the man for a moment, waiting for a sign of life.
"Mmm...." Eyebrows knitted together for a moment, and an arm was thrown over Billy's head. Green eyes opened slowly after the safety of said arm. It still seemed bright, and his head felt dull.
Shower? Now? Billy did not pretend to not understand the time, or Dom's sudden urgency, and so he let out a questioning noise. "Hm?"
The arm fell down from his face, and the smaller man was left squinting, and feeling that Tylenol was definitely in order. "Shower?" He tried again for making himself sound understandable. "What time...?"
Blanket was shed aside slowly, as even without an answer, the sudden rush was gradually coming to his mind as well. Still pained, Boyd focused on sitting up, his eyes closed. He did not see that more than one place on his body was purple and blue. Shoulders were bruised, along with lower waist and hips; thighs were red and threatening to turn bruised as well.
In a fleeting moment of panic, Dom had considered slapping Billy a few times or dunking him with water - to make sure the Scot was really awake - and then running off to his own trailer to get ready.
But what if Billy just fell right back to sleep and didn’t get up for work at all? The man really did look that hung over.
But even as the thought came, Dom realized he couldn’t leave Billy. He had a responsibility to make sure his best friend got ready and made it out the door in time - besides the fact that he badly wanted to be near Billy, not just to take care of him, but be close to him. "C’mon now. Thatta boy." Dom was climbing off of the bed and pulling Billy with him. "We still have time to get on set. If you c’mon."
Into the cramped trailer bathroom, Dom led a groggy, pained figure behind him by the wrist. He was pushing aside the shower door and turning faucets. Evident avoidance in looking at the mirror.
"Can you stand well enough, Bill?" The words were barely there, willowy whisper.
Question had been a good one, and even now, Billy was wondering at the answer himself. After a moment of swaying, the hung over man took a good hold of the sink.
Have to work. Have to get ready. No time for feeling bad. "Yeah," he responded--if not a little blearily. "M'okay..."
If okay meant alive, anyway. A little nod was given, as if he were still trying to prove that fact that he really was okay. Sink faucet was turned and medicine cabinet dug into. Tylenol.
Bills took two, and then--still kind of swaying in place, gave Dom a little apologetic look. He was taking too long. They had to take a shower. "Hurrying," came a whispered out tone. He brushed his teeth as quickly and as roughly as he could.
He had a faint recollection of being sick the night before, and the taste in his mouth had only been further proof.
Dom was furthering the process of getting ready for himself while Billy was occupied with brushing his teeth.
Their trailers were all identical and Dom knew his way around this familiar cramped bathroom. If you turned the faucet 3/4 to the left, you get warm water - not too hot. If the water was too hot, it might only hurt Billy more.
Now Dom stalled. Should he be getting in the shower right now? Should he drag Billy in with him? The title of 'Best Friend' was still a bold, neon sign concerning Billy, the title 'Lover' was only starting to form - Dom had no confidence to treat Billy like a lover yet.
Were they lovers?
The apologetic expression that Billy turned toward Dominic confused the blond even further. Perhaps Billy saw it as a one night thing, done and over with now.
There was only one way to really tell. Billy wouldn’t come into the shower if it was all over.
So Dom was undressing, (Billy's) boxers and shirt dropped into a dry corner, and he stepped behind the curtain, into the water. The warm heat washing away every lingering residue of groggy fatigue. They only had a few minutes - and if Billy was going to take a shower after him, he had to get through his fast.
But Billy was not planning on taking a shower after Dominic. The plan was, that he would take one at the same time. It would cut down on time and be good for them.
Not nearly as bad off, was Billy Boyd once he'd gotten a drink of water and brushed his teeth. Headache was still there, but the Scot knew that soon enough it would only be a dull roar with thanks to the Tylenol.
So maybe he was stiff, and it hurt to move a bit, but that did not put him in an unpleasant mood.
There was, after all, a very naked Dominic Monaghan just a few feet away.
Scratch that. Inches. The shower curtain was moved back a little, and the smaller man stepped into the shower, and gave Dom a weak (though definitely very cheeky) grin. "Better hurry, eh?" He mumbled this to himself, even as he let his eyes wander for a moment before going back to the task at hand.
Must wash. Must not stare. Must be careful about both.
Maybe from the outside, the shower appeared as though it could fit two people easily. Where in truth, the two people would have to be very close to both get under the water, and changing positions was impossible without pressing together.
So while Dom couldn’t help but feel suddenly brighter about Billy's choice to join him, he also had to avoid hitting Billy in the face with his elbows when he reached up to rub his own wet hair.
Dom ended up nudging Billy in the shoulder when he dropped his hands, and with the encouragement of his new optimistic outlook (Billy doesn’t hate me, Billy wants this too) on his mind, Dom let his fingers linger down his friend’s waist, until the touch became the flat press of his palms on Billy's hips. And Dom's bowed head lifted enough to coax green eyes into looking at him again.
"What is this?" He asked, with a smile not as cheeky as Billy's, but seductively secret and hopeful.
How long had he wanted Billy? Since they'd first met. It was hard to hold on to the guilt when he was so close to Billy's acceptance. I'm sorry I hurt you, but… Dom pressed them both carefully against the tile, mindful of Billy's bruising and not pressing hard enough, only trapping Billy into his touch. What is this? I have to know.
"Et's us, Dom. Just us." Hands carefully moved to touch at the ones resting on his hips. Water poured down on them both, and Billy found it more than a little refreshing. Hurt or not, there didn't seem to be anything better than waking up to the prospect of a shower with Dom. "You and me."
The idea of being shy at a moment like this, after a night like the last seemed wrong, and even a little silly. It didn't matter much to Billy, as he could just feel the flush coming to his cheeks. He would blame it on the water's warmth, if asked later.
"If tha's what you want...Dom." Water dripped down the bridge of his nose and onto his lips.
Those words were exactly what Dominic had wanted, had needed, to hear. There was no response more right than to tilt his head into the gap between them - blue and green eyes loosing their connection as Dom's closed - and slide his lips over Billy's, both slick from water and warmth.
Their first kiss.
It made Dominic's head feel light and blurry -- this unspoken vow between them. You and me.
Dom was forgetful, especially when he was happy or turned on. In this case he was both, and the wet experiment of tasting Billy's mouth became the yearning to pass through and hands on hips forgetfully became arms around waist and Dominic requested entrance into his new lover's mouth, to take what rightfully he now saw as his. You and me. Finally.
The rest of the world's obligations (and time constraints) were wiped out of memory. Dom had no control of it, the way his mind and body worked. He didn’t have control last night and he didn’t have it now.
It wasn't how Billy had always imagined it. The kiss. The first kiss. Dom was pressing into his lips like there might not be a tomorrow. Tongue's wandered, as if they were feeling out a new home; getting used to it. Arms were entangled this way and that, and Billy wasn't quite sure anymore where he ended and where Dom started.
It was better than Billy had always imagined.
So he kissed back harder, opening his mouth to receive Dom's pushing lips, bottom teeth scraping a little against bottom lip. Dom's bottom lip. Lover.
Water from the still-running shower splashed him in the face, and Billy's eyes snapped opened, and he attempted to pull back in a moment of realization. The rough movement bruised his hips further, and he didn't notice.
"Dom--work, we hafta go." Regret so obvious.
But Dominic was far too consumed in that heated, quick pulse of breathing between them, in the tempting glide of moist skin touching, in the taste of Billy, in the taste of Billy he had wanted to steal from the man's mouth every time he and Billy had ever been alone?
He wanted to kiss Billy for every time he'd ever denied himself the courage to do it before. For every time Billy had play-wrestled him, for every time he'd made a joke and Billy had laughed until they were both crying. For every night of this damn movie they'd spent apart. You and me.
Dom was lost. He didn’t even hear the words Billy said.
And Dom was also still holding the Scot against the wall, and still had that (beautiful) determined look on his face. Billy wanted badly to forget about work and just stay here for the rest of the day. But no--impossible. They had to go--this could be picked back up again later.
Hands moved to Dom's shoulders, and the smaller man shook them a little--gently, as if trying to pull the man out of his reverie slowly and without alarm.
Mouth was close to Dom's ear when he spoke next. "Wait, Sblomie--Work first. Out of th' shower now, ey?"
A stifled protest purred against Billy's throat, where Dom's mouth had taken claim of a tempting spot. He was being shaken and reminded of work.
Realization dawned over what was left of his rational thought and Dom lifted his head with a miffed look of confusion. And then. Work. ...Fuck, -work-.
Dom jerked in panic and tore away, stumbling a little when left foot struck the edge of the shower wall. "Dammit- right."
A grumble, his skin flushed with arousal, his feeling of panic bringing him back to reality. He hit the faucet off and moved out of the shower, dripping water into a little pool and grabbing the towels.
He threw one around himself and with a returning spark of grin, threw the second one at Billy, leaning in and catching a kiss before the man had time to even wipe his eyes.
"You and me. Later."
Tbc….
Authors: theonemonaghan (Kacey) and empathicfrost (Frost)
Rating: *overall series: NC-17*
Pairing: Monaboyd
Summary: 'What is this, Billy?' Dom asked.
'Eht's us, Dom. Just us."
Feedback: is delicious and nutritious
Disclaimer: What? Didn’t you know this all happened?
Previous Chapters: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four
Part five:
Morning came to Dominic Monaghan with a parched, dry tongue. It slid out to question his quiet lips as to why - and licked cool skin. Not his own. The body against his had shifted in the night and Billy's head was tucked into the blond boy's neck with Dom's lips resting against the Scottish ear. Now that ear was wet from Dom's tongue.
Overcome by the dragging temptation of more sleep and the perfect weight of Billy draped against him, Dom would’ve closed his eyes and fallen back into abyss - if it weren’t for the bedside clock over Billy's shoulder.
5:12
...
5:13
"Shit-" The word slipped from teeth that knocked closed and Dom jerked in panic. Merry and Pippin had an appointment in Fangorn forest at 7:45 and had two hours of makeup and costuming to do first. Dom tamed his rebellious urge to tell the movie to fuck off today - an urge he thought he had tamed when he started making the movie, the wild child who got his priorities straight about work. And work was calling.
"Bill…" A weak suggestion at first that became slightly more insistent the second time around. “Billy." He wouldn’t let Billy suffer by not waking him up in time. "C’mon - we have to take a shower. Now." Emphasis placed as he rolled Billy off of him and lingered above the man for a moment, waiting for a sign of life.
"Mmm...." Eyebrows knitted together for a moment, and an arm was thrown over Billy's head. Green eyes opened slowly after the safety of said arm. It still seemed bright, and his head felt dull.
Shower? Now? Billy did not pretend to not understand the time, or Dom's sudden urgency, and so he let out a questioning noise. "Hm?"
The arm fell down from his face, and the smaller man was left squinting, and feeling that Tylenol was definitely in order. "Shower?" He tried again for making himself sound understandable. "What time...?"
Blanket was shed aside slowly, as even without an answer, the sudden rush was gradually coming to his mind as well. Still pained, Boyd focused on sitting up, his eyes closed. He did not see that more than one place on his body was purple and blue. Shoulders were bruised, along with lower waist and hips; thighs were red and threatening to turn bruised as well.
In a fleeting moment of panic, Dom had considered slapping Billy a few times or dunking him with water - to make sure the Scot was really awake - and then running off to his own trailer to get ready.
But what if Billy just fell right back to sleep and didn’t get up for work at all? The man really did look that hung over.
But even as the thought came, Dom realized he couldn’t leave Billy. He had a responsibility to make sure his best friend got ready and made it out the door in time - besides the fact that he badly wanted to be near Billy, not just to take care of him, but be close to him. "C’mon now. Thatta boy." Dom was climbing off of the bed and pulling Billy with him. "We still have time to get on set. If you c’mon."
Into the cramped trailer bathroom, Dom led a groggy, pained figure behind him by the wrist. He was pushing aside the shower door and turning faucets. Evident avoidance in looking at the mirror.
"Can you stand well enough, Bill?" The words were barely there, willowy whisper.
Question had been a good one, and even now, Billy was wondering at the answer himself. After a moment of swaying, the hung over man took a good hold of the sink.
Have to work. Have to get ready. No time for feeling bad. "Yeah," he responded--if not a little blearily. "M'okay..."
If okay meant alive, anyway. A little nod was given, as if he were still trying to prove that fact that he really was okay. Sink faucet was turned and medicine cabinet dug into. Tylenol.
Bills took two, and then--still kind of swaying in place, gave Dom a little apologetic look. He was taking too long. They had to take a shower. "Hurrying," came a whispered out tone. He brushed his teeth as quickly and as roughly as he could.
He had a faint recollection of being sick the night before, and the taste in his mouth had only been further proof.
Dom was furthering the process of getting ready for himself while Billy was occupied with brushing his teeth.
Their trailers were all identical and Dom knew his way around this familiar cramped bathroom. If you turned the faucet 3/4 to the left, you get warm water - not too hot. If the water was too hot, it might only hurt Billy more.
Now Dom stalled. Should he be getting in the shower right now? Should he drag Billy in with him? The title of 'Best Friend' was still a bold, neon sign concerning Billy, the title 'Lover' was only starting to form - Dom had no confidence to treat Billy like a lover yet.
Were they lovers?
The apologetic expression that Billy turned toward Dominic confused the blond even further. Perhaps Billy saw it as a one night thing, done and over with now.
There was only one way to really tell. Billy wouldn’t come into the shower if it was all over.
So Dom was undressing, (Billy's) boxers and shirt dropped into a dry corner, and he stepped behind the curtain, into the water. The warm heat washing away every lingering residue of groggy fatigue. They only had a few minutes - and if Billy was going to take a shower after him, he had to get through his fast.
But Billy was not planning on taking a shower after Dominic. The plan was, that he would take one at the same time. It would cut down on time and be good for them.
Not nearly as bad off, was Billy Boyd once he'd gotten a drink of water and brushed his teeth. Headache was still there, but the Scot knew that soon enough it would only be a dull roar with thanks to the Tylenol.
So maybe he was stiff, and it hurt to move a bit, but that did not put him in an unpleasant mood.
There was, after all, a very naked Dominic Monaghan just a few feet away.
Scratch that. Inches. The shower curtain was moved back a little, and the smaller man stepped into the shower, and gave Dom a weak (though definitely very cheeky) grin. "Better hurry, eh?" He mumbled this to himself, even as he let his eyes wander for a moment before going back to the task at hand.
Must wash. Must not stare. Must be careful about both.
Maybe from the outside, the shower appeared as though it could fit two people easily. Where in truth, the two people would have to be very close to both get under the water, and changing positions was impossible without pressing together.
So while Dom couldn’t help but feel suddenly brighter about Billy's choice to join him, he also had to avoid hitting Billy in the face with his elbows when he reached up to rub his own wet hair.
Dom ended up nudging Billy in the shoulder when he dropped his hands, and with the encouragement of his new optimistic outlook (Billy doesn’t hate me, Billy wants this too) on his mind, Dom let his fingers linger down his friend’s waist, until the touch became the flat press of his palms on Billy's hips. And Dom's bowed head lifted enough to coax green eyes into looking at him again.
"What is this?" He asked, with a smile not as cheeky as Billy's, but seductively secret and hopeful.
How long had he wanted Billy? Since they'd first met. It was hard to hold on to the guilt when he was so close to Billy's acceptance. I'm sorry I hurt you, but… Dom pressed them both carefully against the tile, mindful of Billy's bruising and not pressing hard enough, only trapping Billy into his touch. What is this? I have to know.
"Et's us, Dom. Just us." Hands carefully moved to touch at the ones resting on his hips. Water poured down on them both, and Billy found it more than a little refreshing. Hurt or not, there didn't seem to be anything better than waking up to the prospect of a shower with Dom. "You and me."
The idea of being shy at a moment like this, after a night like the last seemed wrong, and even a little silly. It didn't matter much to Billy, as he could just feel the flush coming to his cheeks. He would blame it on the water's warmth, if asked later.
"If tha's what you want...Dom." Water dripped down the bridge of his nose and onto his lips.
Those words were exactly what Dominic had wanted, had needed, to hear. There was no response more right than to tilt his head into the gap between them - blue and green eyes loosing their connection as Dom's closed - and slide his lips over Billy's, both slick from water and warmth.
Their first kiss.
It made Dominic's head feel light and blurry -- this unspoken vow between them. You and me.
Dom was forgetful, especially when he was happy or turned on. In this case he was both, and the wet experiment of tasting Billy's mouth became the yearning to pass through and hands on hips forgetfully became arms around waist and Dominic requested entrance into his new lover's mouth, to take what rightfully he now saw as his. You and me. Finally.
The rest of the world's obligations (and time constraints) were wiped out of memory. Dom had no control of it, the way his mind and body worked. He didn’t have control last night and he didn’t have it now.
It wasn't how Billy had always imagined it. The kiss. The first kiss. Dom was pressing into his lips like there might not be a tomorrow. Tongue's wandered, as if they were feeling out a new home; getting used to it. Arms were entangled this way and that, and Billy wasn't quite sure anymore where he ended and where Dom started.
It was better than Billy had always imagined.
So he kissed back harder, opening his mouth to receive Dom's pushing lips, bottom teeth scraping a little against bottom lip. Dom's bottom lip. Lover.
Water from the still-running shower splashed him in the face, and Billy's eyes snapped opened, and he attempted to pull back in a moment of realization. The rough movement bruised his hips further, and he didn't notice.
"Dom--work, we hafta go." Regret so obvious.
But Dominic was far too consumed in that heated, quick pulse of breathing between them, in the tempting glide of moist skin touching, in the taste of Billy, in the taste of Billy he had wanted to steal from the man's mouth every time he and Billy had ever been alone?
He wanted to kiss Billy for every time he'd ever denied himself the courage to do it before. For every time Billy had play-wrestled him, for every time he'd made a joke and Billy had laughed until they were both crying. For every night of this damn movie they'd spent apart. You and me.
Dom was lost. He didn’t even hear the words Billy said.
And Dom was also still holding the Scot against the wall, and still had that (beautiful) determined look on his face. Billy wanted badly to forget about work and just stay here for the rest of the day. But no--impossible. They had to go--this could be picked back up again later.
Hands moved to Dom's shoulders, and the smaller man shook them a little--gently, as if trying to pull the man out of his reverie slowly and without alarm.
Mouth was close to Dom's ear when he spoke next. "Wait, Sblomie--Work first. Out of th' shower now, ey?"
A stifled protest purred against Billy's throat, where Dom's mouth had taken claim of a tempting spot. He was being shaken and reminded of work.
Realization dawned over what was left of his rational thought and Dom lifted his head with a miffed look of confusion. And then. Work. ...Fuck, -work-.
Dom jerked in panic and tore away, stumbling a little when left foot struck the edge of the shower wall. "Dammit- right."
A grumble, his skin flushed with arousal, his feeling of panic bringing him back to reality. He hit the faucet off and moved out of the shower, dripping water into a little pool and grabbing the towels.
He threw one around himself and with a returning spark of grin, threw the second one at Billy, leaning in and catching a kiss before the man had time to even wipe his eyes.
"You and me. Later."
Tbc….