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I don't think it's possible for me to write these two guys as having a working, functional relationship because I just wrote this and I don't know why.
Title: Saying Goodbye
Author: Kali
Rating: R
Pairing: Dysfunctional Monaboyd
Summary: 'Billy knew that there was no love between them. At least, not the romantic kind of love, which was what he really wanted'. Angsty little ficlet of about five hundred words.
Disclaimer: Don't know Dom or Billy and this never happened.
Notes: Unbetaed so if you find any mistakes, please tell me so that I can fix them. Con crit and comments appreciated. ^_^
Billy knew that there was no love between them. At least, not the romantic kind of love, which was what he really wanted. He knew that their… relationship was just convenient, easy, safe. He knew that their relationship would end eventually, probably when Dom found a girl he really liked. But knowing all that didn’t make it any easier to accept. He tried to accept it, tried not to care that Dom was practically using him. He tried not to notice how he always woke up alone, searching for a warm, lean body that had left hours previously. He tried not to show how much it hurt when Dom danced and flirted with some anonymous girl at a club.
He tried not to realise that he’d seen that anonymous girl at least three times before, dancing and flirting and kissing Dom. But he did notice, against his will, that this girl was different, that she was special, and he reluctantly began preparing himself for what he knew was coming.
It took longer than he thought it would, maybe a couple of months, and those were the most bittersweet months of his life. Every touch and kiss and gasp and groan was both treasured and damned, all at the same time. He savoured every instant, storing them away in his memory to remind him of this time, but at the same time knew that those very memories would haunt him forever until he wished he could erase them.
When the time did come, it was raining. They’d spent the night watching movies and drinking beers, with Dom constantly making idle comments about the lousy weather until it was obvious that he wasn’t going home any time soon. Neither of them spoke as they walked upstairs, the click of the door seeming to just emphasise the silence instead of breaking it.
They undressed slowly, barely looking at each other, the rustle and slither of clothes masked by the rain as it pounded on the window. Billy tired not to look, tried to resist the feel of Dom’s body just bare inches from his own. Maybe if he put this off, he thought, maybe it would never happen. Maybe he could keep on pretending…
But then Dom touched him, ran his hands over his biceps, and he was lost, melting into that touch, letting Dom push him onto the bed. Kisses and touches were placed all over his body, sometimes in the most peculiar places, and he could do nothing to resist them, nothing but touch back, return a little of the incredible feelings washing through his body.
It was slow, unhurried, oddly gentle, and not at all like their usual sex. Dom spent a lot of time just touching him, looking at him, never saying anything, letting his hands and eyes and lips and body speak for him. Billy tried not to notice how different things were, tried not to think about why they were different. He tried not to know that this was Dom’s way of saying goodbye.
Title: Saying Goodbye
Author: Kali
Rating: R
Pairing: Dysfunctional Monaboyd
Summary: 'Billy knew that there was no love between them. At least, not the romantic kind of love, which was what he really wanted'. Angsty little ficlet of about five hundred words.
Disclaimer: Don't know Dom or Billy and this never happened.
Notes: Unbetaed so if you find any mistakes, please tell me so that I can fix them. Con crit and comments appreciated. ^_^
Billy knew that there was no love between them. At least, not the romantic kind of love, which was what he really wanted. He knew that their… relationship was just convenient, easy, safe. He knew that their relationship would end eventually, probably when Dom found a girl he really liked. But knowing all that didn’t make it any easier to accept. He tried to accept it, tried not to care that Dom was practically using him. He tried not to notice how he always woke up alone, searching for a warm, lean body that had left hours previously. He tried not to show how much it hurt when Dom danced and flirted with some anonymous girl at a club.
He tried not to realise that he’d seen that anonymous girl at least three times before, dancing and flirting and kissing Dom. But he did notice, against his will, that this girl was different, that she was special, and he reluctantly began preparing himself for what he knew was coming.
It took longer than he thought it would, maybe a couple of months, and those were the most bittersweet months of his life. Every touch and kiss and gasp and groan was both treasured and damned, all at the same time. He savoured every instant, storing them away in his memory to remind him of this time, but at the same time knew that those very memories would haunt him forever until he wished he could erase them.
When the time did come, it was raining. They’d spent the night watching movies and drinking beers, with Dom constantly making idle comments about the lousy weather until it was obvious that he wasn’t going home any time soon. Neither of them spoke as they walked upstairs, the click of the door seeming to just emphasise the silence instead of breaking it.
They undressed slowly, barely looking at each other, the rustle and slither of clothes masked by the rain as it pounded on the window. Billy tired not to look, tried to resist the feel of Dom’s body just bare inches from his own. Maybe if he put this off, he thought, maybe it would never happen. Maybe he could keep on pretending…
But then Dom touched him, ran his hands over his biceps, and he was lost, melting into that touch, letting Dom push him onto the bed. Kisses and touches were placed all over his body, sometimes in the most peculiar places, and he could do nothing to resist them, nothing but touch back, return a little of the incredible feelings washing through his body.
It was slow, unhurried, oddly gentle, and not at all like their usual sex. Dom spent a lot of time just touching him, looking at him, never saying anything, letting his hands and eyes and lips and body speak for him. Billy tried not to notice how different things were, tried not to think about why they were different. He tried not to know that this was Dom’s way of saying goodbye.