Fic: Juxtaposition
title: Juxtaposition
pairing: Monaboyd
rating: PG-13
warning: slight D/s
summary: It's all about the illusion...
a/n: ♥ to
bloodrayveness for helping me with general grammar and the title.
disclaimer: very fictional.
It was a normal day, up until Billy stumbled upon Dom sleeping in his bed. Not even that; Dom sleeping in Billy’s bed was a relatively frequent occurrence. Dom would stay with Billy if they had had a late night or if there was an early call the next morning. So no, it wasn’t Dom sleeping in his bed that startled Billy, it was how Dom was sleeping in his bed.
The blankets were strewn across the bed, half-covering Dom’s legs from the knee down. Other than his boxers (which he wore to sleep out of courtesy to Billy), Dom was naked. He was sprawled on his back, arms stretching away from his body. Billy’s gaze lingered over Dom’s bare chest, but his eyes were quickly drawn to Dom’s hands.
Dom's fingers tangled with the wrought-iron concentric curves of the headboard, his black leather cuffs giving the illusion of restraint. The juxtaposition of the dark metal, the leather, and the inside of his wrists made Dom look fragile, even though Billy knew he wasn’t really. Dom’s eyes were closed, and his head was tilted to one side, exposing the long line of his neck from his ear to his clavicle.
Billy licked his lips. Before he even registered his actions, he was retrieving a strip of black leather very similar to Dom’s cuffs from his nightstand drawer. Carefully, so as not to wake Dom, he placed the collar on Dom’s throat. He didn’t dare buckle it, sure that such a movement would rouse the sleeping man.
Billy stepped back again, studying Dom carefully. He wished for his blindfold, his own lockable cuffs, and for Dom to be awake. But no, Dom was asleep, and the items were safely tucked into the drawer. Where the collar should be. Sighing quietly, Billy lifted the collar from its position and dropped it back into the drawer. He bit his lip and crawled into the bed beside Dom, nudging him slightly and whispering “Budge over, Dommeh.” He set the alarm for four-thirty and clicked off the light.
“Sweet dreams,” Dom murmured, his breath tickling the back of Billy’s neck.
pairing: Monaboyd
rating: PG-13
warning: slight D/s
summary: It's all about the illusion...
a/n: ♥ to
bloodrayveness for helping me with general grammar and the title.
disclaimer: very fictional.
It was a normal day, up until Billy stumbled upon Dom sleeping in his bed. Not even that; Dom sleeping in Billy’s bed was a relatively frequent occurrence. Dom would stay with Billy if they had had a late night or if there was an early call the next morning. So no, it wasn’t Dom sleeping in his bed that startled Billy, it was how Dom was sleeping in his bed.
The blankets were strewn across the bed, half-covering Dom’s legs from the knee down. Other than his boxers (which he wore to sleep out of courtesy to Billy), Dom was naked. He was sprawled on his back, arms stretching away from his body. Billy’s gaze lingered over Dom’s bare chest, but his eyes were quickly drawn to Dom’s hands.
Dom's fingers tangled with the wrought-iron concentric curves of the headboard, his black leather cuffs giving the illusion of restraint. The juxtaposition of the dark metal, the leather, and the inside of his wrists made Dom look fragile, even though Billy knew he wasn’t really. Dom’s eyes were closed, and his head was tilted to one side, exposing the long line of his neck from his ear to his clavicle.
Billy licked his lips. Before he even registered his actions, he was retrieving a strip of black leather very similar to Dom’s cuffs from his nightstand drawer. Carefully, so as not to wake Dom, he placed the collar on Dom’s throat. He didn’t dare buckle it, sure that such a movement would rouse the sleeping man.
Billy stepped back again, studying Dom carefully. He wished for his blindfold, his own lockable cuffs, and for Dom to be awake. But no, Dom was asleep, and the items were safely tucked into the drawer. Where the collar should be. Sighing quietly, Billy lifted the collar from its position and dropped it back into the drawer. He bit his lip and crawled into the bed beside Dom, nudging him slightly and whispering “Budge over, Dommeh.” He set the alarm for four-thirty and clicked off the light.
“Sweet dreams,” Dom murmured, his breath tickling the back of Billy’s neck.