For unstealthy: Summer Fun
Title: Summer Fun
Recipient: unstealthy
Author: dizzydame
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG
Summary: Dom and Billy are hot.
Post-reveal Notes: Beta read by wildaboutharry, but any remaining mistakes are all my own fault!
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, non-commercial work of fiction using the names and likenesses of real individuals. This fictional story is not intended to imply that the events herein actually occurred, or that the attitudes or behaviors described are engaged in or condoned by the real persons whose names are used without permission.
It's hot. Way, way too hot. Dom can feel his shirt sticking to the small of his back, uncomfortable dampness to match the sodden material under his arms. He squirms, wanting nothing more than half an hour in front of an air conditioning unit with the coldness blasting his face, followed by an equally long shower. Cool shower.
"Nice weather, eh?" Billy says, settling onto the bench beside Dom. Really close. Too close. Close enough that their arms are touching. "Could do with this year round, don't you think?"
Dom barely stifles a groan. When did Billy turn into a walking furnace? He waves him away with his eyes still closed. "You're sitting too close to me. Go sit... there."
Billy laughs, but the sound is slightly less enthusiastic than normal. (Because normally, Billy is a notoriously enthusiastic laugher.) Dom opens one eye and grins. Billy's red faced and sweating at least as much as Dom is. Well, that's good, at least. Especially since Elijah is still looking fresh as a daisy as he bounces around the set. He'd really like to give Elijah one of those nice just-this-side-of-too-hard punches to the arm that he sometimes does. He likes the way they make Elijah squeak like a little mouse and the way Billy always cracks up when he does it. But Elijah's all the way over there and Dom's really not planning on moving until Peter or one of his minions beckons. From the slow moving status of the light crew, he's betting it'll be a while.
"Feel bad for the poor bird who has to wash these costumes." Billy says, his face scrunching up. "I can smell me coming from a mile away."
Dom snorts. "I can smell you, too." It's a weak response to a weak wisecrack but he figures he and Billy deserve a little bit of slack, since they're both obviously suffering from some sort of heat induced delirium.
"Do Elijah and Orlando even sweat?" Billy ponders, striking close to Dom's earlier thoughts.
Not too much of a surprise, though. He and Billy are usually on the same page.
"Know what I'd like right now?" Dom asks, stretching out his arms and then letting them flop back down. "Hot cocoa."
Billy makes a gurgling noise. "Your mind has now officially packed up and gone on holiday, right? Because that's the only way you could've actually said what I think you just actually said."
"No, I mean it," Dom insists. "This whole summer in December bit was fun for a while but I want it to be winter. Dead of winter, snowing out. So much snow you can't open the front door. Wind so cold it makes you want to band aid your nipples before you go for a walk. I want it to be that kind of cold outside and me inside, sitting inside in front of a roaring fire drinking hot cocoa."
"Egg nog." Billy says after a pause. "I'd rather be drinking egg nog. And is it a real fireplace, or one of those fancy ones you work with a remote control."
"Of course!" Dom agrees whole-heartedly. He keeps his eyes shut and maybe it's his imagination but it almost feels like for a few seconds the temperature actually drops.
"Be nice to have someone to share it with, too." Billy says, with that thing of something in his voice. Something that they've sort of been dancing around for a few weeks now. Something that started one night last month when they walked home a little too close and hugged a little too long and Billy's hand ended up in Dom's back pocket. They haven't talked about it but now and then when it's just the two of them Billy will say something and his voice will be a little quieter, a little lower, a little more of that something that makes Dom perk his ears and sit a little bit straighter.
"Yeah." Dom is cautious but not hesitant to agree. "Someone... special."
"Someone," Billy says, sounding very serious. "That can appreciate the importance of rituals."
"You got Christmas rituals, Bill?" Dom looks over at him. Billy's face is still damp and red but Dom's picturing him all bundled up on a snowy December night now - something completely opposite of these past few December nights, which have been spent largely in board shorts and t-shirts. He likes that sort of image in his head... can so easily picture himself on the floor beside Billy, sitting with their backs to the couch.
"Yep. Star Wars." He enunciates carefully. "Marathon."
Dom grins. "I like your kind of ritual."
"Thought you might," Billy says, managing to sound smug and affectionate at the same time. "You're the perfect kind of person to be with on Christmas. Bet you get good presents, too."
"I try." Dom says. "Hey, you'll find out for yourself."
"Good." There's a gleam of little white teeth when Billy smiles. "You shop ahead, or wait until the last minute?"
"Last minute," Dom admits. "Except in special cases."
Billy's elbow nudges him. "You've already got mine, eh? Had it for months, right? Cause I'm so special?"
Dom doesn't but the way Billy winks at him makes him want to run right out and get it now.
"You're special all right." Dom smirks.
"Oi, not what I meant." Billy says, and Dom gets another nudge of the elbow for his trouble. He frowns and rubs his side like it hurts... which it actually does, kind of. He wonders if Billy's that bony all over and then immediately stops wondering because the only thing that would make him even more uncomfortable right now would be an unwanted erection. That strange something is clearly warping his mind, but it's tolerable at the worst of times and downright fun at the best so Dom isn't complaining all that much. "I shop ahead."
"Knew you would. You're the sort." Dom rolls his eyes. "So have you already gotten my gift yet?"
"Maybe." Billy responds prissily. "I thought I might get a nice big picture of me and autograph it for you. 'To my number one-'"
"Sex slave?"
"- sex slave. How'd you know!" Billy fakes surprised dismay. "Now I'll have to come up with something else."
"You know," Dom says. "We'll be here for Christmas. We ought to... do something."
The idea of making holiday plans with Billy makes Dom nervous in a weird way.
"You're not flying home?" Billy asks him.
Dom shifts on the bench, his bottom beginning to go numb from sitting for so long. For a few days, but we get a break in shooting, yeah? We could still... do something. If we plan it fast."
"Yeah. What'd you have in mind?"
"I don't know. Take a trip? A holiday?"
"Secluded little cabin in the mountains?" Billy says and somehow it comes out suggestive enough that Dom's ears redden. He hopes that if Billy notices, he assumes it's because of the heat and not Dom's imagination kicking into overdrive. He suspects that Billy's teasing him on purpose, but he's not quite ready to call him out on it just yet. "I think that'd be... nice."
Billy's voice goes all soft at the end and Dom feels a tugging somewhere between his heart and his gut. He smiles because he can't help but smile and when Billy sees it, Billy smiles back. Dom ducks his head down, breaking eye contact. "Yeah, that'd be fun."
Of course, if Elijah and Orlando get wind of this plan they'll probably want to come along too, but Dom chooses to ignore that right now and embrace... well, the moment, at least, since he can't really embrace anything else right now.
They get the set call. This scene and they're free to go. Dom's fantasies about a cold shower return. He stands carefully, tugging at the itchy cloth that is quickly becoming the bane of his existence, thanks to allergies and of course the unending, oppressive heat wave they've suffered the past few days. Billy stays sitting for a few seconds longer, enjoying the shade that Dom's shadow suddenly provides. Dom offers a hand and when Billy takes it, tugs him to his feet. He lets the grasp linger even though it's slightly damp and just a little bit gross feeling. He grins. "Happy Christmas, Billy."
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Recipient: unstealthy
Author: dizzydame
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG
Summary: Dom and Billy are hot.
Post-reveal Notes: Beta read by wildaboutharry, but any remaining mistakes are all my own fault!
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, non-commercial work of fiction using the names and likenesses of real individuals. This fictional story is not intended to imply that the events herein actually occurred, or that the attitudes or behaviors described are engaged in or condoned by the real persons whose names are used without permission.
It's hot. Way, way too hot. Dom can feel his shirt sticking to the small of his back, uncomfortable dampness to match the sodden material under his arms. He squirms, wanting nothing more than half an hour in front of an air conditioning unit with the coldness blasting his face, followed by an equally long shower. Cool shower.
"Nice weather, eh?" Billy says, settling onto the bench beside Dom. Really close. Too close. Close enough that their arms are touching. "Could do with this year round, don't you think?"
Dom barely stifles a groan. When did Billy turn into a walking furnace? He waves him away with his eyes still closed. "You're sitting too close to me. Go sit... there."
Billy laughs, but the sound is slightly less enthusiastic than normal. (Because normally, Billy is a notoriously enthusiastic laugher.) Dom opens one eye and grins. Billy's red faced and sweating at least as much as Dom is. Well, that's good, at least. Especially since Elijah is still looking fresh as a daisy as he bounces around the set. He'd really like to give Elijah one of those nice just-this-side-of-too-hard punches to the arm that he sometimes does. He likes the way they make Elijah squeak like a little mouse and the way Billy always cracks up when he does it. But Elijah's all the way over there and Dom's really not planning on moving until Peter or one of his minions beckons. From the slow moving status of the light crew, he's betting it'll be a while.
"Feel bad for the poor bird who has to wash these costumes." Billy says, his face scrunching up. "I can smell me coming from a mile away."
Dom snorts. "I can smell you, too." It's a weak response to a weak wisecrack but he figures he and Billy deserve a little bit of slack, since they're both obviously suffering from some sort of heat induced delirium.
"Do Elijah and Orlando even sweat?" Billy ponders, striking close to Dom's earlier thoughts.
Not too much of a surprise, though. He and Billy are usually on the same page.
"Know what I'd like right now?" Dom asks, stretching out his arms and then letting them flop back down. "Hot cocoa."
Billy makes a gurgling noise. "Your mind has now officially packed up and gone on holiday, right? Because that's the only way you could've actually said what I think you just actually said."
"No, I mean it," Dom insists. "This whole summer in December bit was fun for a while but I want it to be winter. Dead of winter, snowing out. So much snow you can't open the front door. Wind so cold it makes you want to band aid your nipples before you go for a walk. I want it to be that kind of cold outside and me inside, sitting inside in front of a roaring fire drinking hot cocoa."
"Egg nog." Billy says after a pause. "I'd rather be drinking egg nog. And is it a real fireplace, or one of those fancy ones you work with a remote control."
"Of course!" Dom agrees whole-heartedly. He keeps his eyes shut and maybe it's his imagination but it almost feels like for a few seconds the temperature actually drops.
"Be nice to have someone to share it with, too." Billy says, with that thing of something in his voice. Something that they've sort of been dancing around for a few weeks now. Something that started one night last month when they walked home a little too close and hugged a little too long and Billy's hand ended up in Dom's back pocket. They haven't talked about it but now and then when it's just the two of them Billy will say something and his voice will be a little quieter, a little lower, a little more of that something that makes Dom perk his ears and sit a little bit straighter.
"Yeah." Dom is cautious but not hesitant to agree. "Someone... special."
"Someone," Billy says, sounding very serious. "That can appreciate the importance of rituals."
"You got Christmas rituals, Bill?" Dom looks over at him. Billy's face is still damp and red but Dom's picturing him all bundled up on a snowy December night now - something completely opposite of these past few December nights, which have been spent largely in board shorts and t-shirts. He likes that sort of image in his head... can so easily picture himself on the floor beside Billy, sitting with their backs to the couch.
"Yep. Star Wars." He enunciates carefully. "Marathon."
Dom grins. "I like your kind of ritual."
"Thought you might," Billy says, managing to sound smug and affectionate at the same time. "You're the perfect kind of person to be with on Christmas. Bet you get good presents, too."
"I try." Dom says. "Hey, you'll find out for yourself."
"Good." There's a gleam of little white teeth when Billy smiles. "You shop ahead, or wait until the last minute?"
"Last minute," Dom admits. "Except in special cases."
Billy's elbow nudges him. "You've already got mine, eh? Had it for months, right? Cause I'm so special?"
Dom doesn't but the way Billy winks at him makes him want to run right out and get it now.
"You're special all right." Dom smirks.
"Oi, not what I meant." Billy says, and Dom gets another nudge of the elbow for his trouble. He frowns and rubs his side like it hurts... which it actually does, kind of. He wonders if Billy's that bony all over and then immediately stops wondering because the only thing that would make him even more uncomfortable right now would be an unwanted erection. That strange something is clearly warping his mind, but it's tolerable at the worst of times and downright fun at the best so Dom isn't complaining all that much. "I shop ahead."
"Knew you would. You're the sort." Dom rolls his eyes. "So have you already gotten my gift yet?"
"Maybe." Billy responds prissily. "I thought I might get a nice big picture of me and autograph it for you. 'To my number one-'"
"Sex slave?"
"- sex slave. How'd you know!" Billy fakes surprised dismay. "Now I'll have to come up with something else."
"You know," Dom says. "We'll be here for Christmas. We ought to... do something."
The idea of making holiday plans with Billy makes Dom nervous in a weird way.
"You're not flying home?" Billy asks him.
Dom shifts on the bench, his bottom beginning to go numb from sitting for so long. For a few days, but we get a break in shooting, yeah? We could still... do something. If we plan it fast."
"Yeah. What'd you have in mind?"
"I don't know. Take a trip? A holiday?"
"Secluded little cabin in the mountains?" Billy says and somehow it comes out suggestive enough that Dom's ears redden. He hopes that if Billy notices, he assumes it's because of the heat and not Dom's imagination kicking into overdrive. He suspects that Billy's teasing him on purpose, but he's not quite ready to call him out on it just yet. "I think that'd be... nice."
Billy's voice goes all soft at the end and Dom feels a tugging somewhere between his heart and his gut. He smiles because he can't help but smile and when Billy sees it, Billy smiles back. Dom ducks his head down, breaking eye contact. "Yeah, that'd be fun."
Of course, if Elijah and Orlando get wind of this plan they'll probably want to come along too, but Dom chooses to ignore that right now and embrace... well, the moment, at least, since he can't really embrace anything else right now.
They get the set call. This scene and they're free to go. Dom's fantasies about a cold shower return. He stands carefully, tugging at the itchy cloth that is quickly becoming the bane of his existence, thanks to allergies and of course the unending, oppressive heat wave they've suffered the past few days. Billy stays sitting for a few seconds longer, enjoying the shade that Dom's shadow suddenly provides. Dom offers a hand and when Billy takes it, tugs him to his feet. He lets the grasp linger even though it's slightly damp and just a little bit gross feeling. He grins. "Happy Christmas, Billy."
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