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monaboyd_monthHere's a bit of fun and a bit of AU.
I'll be here all night.
provident: frugal; saving
"You spent $5100 on fucking suits?" Billy wipes at his mouth, having sprayed a bit of Guinness.
"My body is unique, Bill. It requires special care."
Billy smirks, spinning his glass in semi-circles with his palms. "I'm well aware."
And fuck if that look coupled with that tone doesn't go straight to Dominic's groin. He glances around the bar before leaning in and lowering his voice. "What are you playing at?"
Unsurprisingly, Billy is the picture of innocence. "What?"
"I mean." Dominic swipes a hand through his mostly shorn hair in frustration. "It's been a while. Years... since we've done that." When Billy merely blinks at him, Dominic sighs and pulls his chair closer by the arm. "You've been flirting with me all night. Give me a little credit; I know when you're taking the piss and when you're genuinely trying to get in my pants."
"Hmm." Billy pretends to consider this. He drains the rest of his glass. "It's just that. You're incredibly wasteful, Dom. I wanted to teach you how to conserve." Dominic stares at him. Billy smiles enticingly. "You know: how to be patient when faced with something you want." He reaches under the table and drags his fingers along the underside of Dominic's thigh, making the denim abrade. "Delayed gratification and all that."
Billy's barely touched him yet, but the vibrations of his voice practically have Dominic's pants around his ankles. "We could do that. We really could, if you want. Let's go."
Dominic moves to push his chair away from the table, but Billy shakes his head. "I want another drink. You'll wait."
abstruse: difficult to penetrate; incomprehensible to one of ordinary understanding or knowledge
*Set in the future of the Boston!verse; Dom is a prostitute and Billy is an almost-film-professor, for those who haven't read it and/or don't want to. :)
At some point in the middle of the night, Dominic can't sleep, and he really can't help himself either, so he explores Billy's room a bit more thoroughly than he ever has. He doesn't open drawers--that would be too invasive--but containers on Billy's dresser aren't off-limits, nor are the lower shelves of his bookshelf (which is mostly filled with films and books about those films). Dominic knows his DVD collection well, so he passes over that completely in favor of pawing through some of the folders and notebooks standing on the bottom shelf. He trails his fingers over the labels: there's one marked Syllabi, one Student Records 2008, one for Taxes (which makes him undeniably curious, but which he passes over anyway--they still haven't discussed that issue yet), and one for Master's papers.
And then, all the way on the end, wedged between a thick thesaurus and the wood of the shelf, there's a very serious-looking thick brown accordion folder. Dominic gently pulls on it so it hangs a few inches off the edge and looks at either side, but it doesn't appear to be labeled. He turns from his crouched position and peers over the end of the mattress to check on Billy, who's still oblivious in sleep. As slowly as he can, he pulls the folder out completely and fingers it open. There's a certificate in Latin with Billy's name on it--William Boyd, actually--and a statement of completion of his dissertation. Dominic notices the thick, clean volume just behind this paper and he smiles, his heart speeding up. Careful, he chants to himself as he removes it from the folder, knowing how precious it must be to Billy. Even Dominic knows how much time, thought, and preparation went into it.
Billy's dissertation is... a fucking book, Dominic thinks, stupidly, but then again how was he to know how long it was? It has a durable card stock cover on both sides and is bound with black plastic spiral. He flips through the first few pages, a Table of Contents and an Abstract, which seem innocuous enough, but the first sentence on the first page of chapter one makes him blink. He sees no meaning, only words. Words, words, and more words. Big words. Lots of big words. He flips a little further and, surprisingly, it gets worse. The fuck is a cinematic apparatus?
Dominic is torn; he doesn't know whether to feel proud or wistful. He supposes he knew this before, but here in his hands is the evidence: there's a whole part of Billy's mind that he doesn't know and will probably never comprehend. He flips to the appendix of screen shots at the end, just to give his eyes a break, and sighs. There. Pictures are much more his speed. Suddenly, he feels deft fingers in his hair, and he flushes. "Caught me."
"You can look," Billy yawns behind him. "I don't mind."
Dominic immediately closes the volume, as if Billy's just said the complete opposite. He wants to ask, "Why do you want me?" Instead, he turns and pulls Billy down for a kiss, because ultimately, he doesn't care.
I'll be here all night.
provident: frugal; saving
"You spent $5100 on fucking suits?" Billy wipes at his mouth, having sprayed a bit of Guinness.
"My body is unique, Bill. It requires special care."
Billy smirks, spinning his glass in semi-circles with his palms. "I'm well aware."
And fuck if that look coupled with that tone doesn't go straight to Dominic's groin. He glances around the bar before leaning in and lowering his voice. "What are you playing at?"
Unsurprisingly, Billy is the picture of innocence. "What?"
"I mean." Dominic swipes a hand through his mostly shorn hair in frustration. "It's been a while. Years... since we've done that." When Billy merely blinks at him, Dominic sighs and pulls his chair closer by the arm. "You've been flirting with me all night. Give me a little credit; I know when you're taking the piss and when you're genuinely trying to get in my pants."
"Hmm." Billy pretends to consider this. He drains the rest of his glass. "It's just that. You're incredibly wasteful, Dom. I wanted to teach you how to conserve." Dominic stares at him. Billy smiles enticingly. "You know: how to be patient when faced with something you want." He reaches under the table and drags his fingers along the underside of Dominic's thigh, making the denim abrade. "Delayed gratification and all that."
Billy's barely touched him yet, but the vibrations of his voice practically have Dominic's pants around his ankles. "We could do that. We really could, if you want. Let's go."
Dominic moves to push his chair away from the table, but Billy shakes his head. "I want another drink. You'll wait."
abstruse: difficult to penetrate; incomprehensible to one of ordinary understanding or knowledge
*Set in the future of the Boston!verse; Dom is a prostitute and Billy is an almost-film-professor, for those who haven't read it and/or don't want to. :)
At some point in the middle of the night, Dominic can't sleep, and he really can't help himself either, so he explores Billy's room a bit more thoroughly than he ever has. He doesn't open drawers--that would be too invasive--but containers on Billy's dresser aren't off-limits, nor are the lower shelves of his bookshelf (which is mostly filled with films and books about those films). Dominic knows his DVD collection well, so he passes over that completely in favor of pawing through some of the folders and notebooks standing on the bottom shelf. He trails his fingers over the labels: there's one marked Syllabi, one Student Records 2008, one for Taxes (which makes him undeniably curious, but which he passes over anyway--they still haven't discussed that issue yet), and one for Master's papers.
And then, all the way on the end, wedged between a thick thesaurus and the wood of the shelf, there's a very serious-looking thick brown accordion folder. Dominic gently pulls on it so it hangs a few inches off the edge and looks at either side, but it doesn't appear to be labeled. He turns from his crouched position and peers over the end of the mattress to check on Billy, who's still oblivious in sleep. As slowly as he can, he pulls the folder out completely and fingers it open. There's a certificate in Latin with Billy's name on it--William Boyd, actually--and a statement of completion of his dissertation. Dominic notices the thick, clean volume just behind this paper and he smiles, his heart speeding up. Careful, he chants to himself as he removes it from the folder, knowing how precious it must be to Billy. Even Dominic knows how much time, thought, and preparation went into it.
Billy's dissertation is... a fucking book, Dominic thinks, stupidly, but then again how was he to know how long it was? It has a durable card stock cover on both sides and is bound with black plastic spiral. He flips through the first few pages, a Table of Contents and an Abstract, which seem innocuous enough, but the first sentence on the first page of chapter one makes him blink. He sees no meaning, only words. Words, words, and more words. Big words. Lots of big words. He flips a little further and, surprisingly, it gets worse. The fuck is a cinematic apparatus?
Dominic is torn; he doesn't know whether to feel proud or wistful. He supposes he knew this before, but here in his hands is the evidence: there's a whole part of Billy's mind that he doesn't know and will probably never comprehend. He flips to the appendix of screen shots at the end, just to give his eyes a break, and sighs. There. Pictures are much more his speed. Suddenly, he feels deft fingers in his hair, and he flushes. "Caught me."
"You can look," Billy yawns behind him. "I don't mind."
Dominic immediately closes the volume, as if Billy's just said the complete opposite. He wants to ask, "Why do you want me?" Instead, he turns and pulls Billy down for a kiss, because ultimately, he doesn't care.
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Date: 2009-05-09 07:41 am (UTC)that just made me laugh out loud as I visualized it. IN my minds eye I can see Dom gasp and have his mouth drop open.
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Date: 2009-05-09 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-09 09:52 am (UTC)That feeling of being inferior in the wake of someone you love is summed up so perfectly here.
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Date: 2009-05-10 03:00 am (UTC)OF COURSE. ~offers to help take care of that unique body~ Also, something tells me that Dom in not very good at delayed gratification :D. I enjoyed it very much.
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Date: 2009-05-10 03:49 am (UTC)Something had to be done when he dropped that figure on Kimmel.
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Date: 2009-05-22 04:44 pm (UTC)And Abstruse just leaves me all *flailyhands*. You've given your Boston!verse characters so much depth and layers that I can't wait until it's all finished just to bask in its awesomeness. Oh you. Of course, now I want more of it.
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Date: 2009-05-23 03:17 am (UTC)Thank you so much, re: Boston. (I can't wait until I finish it either...) I hold Boston!Billy&Dom very close to my heart, and I could seriously write them forever. And I feel like I've barely started! Well, there's a lot more already written--I just need to clean it up and actually post it. *tries to get on it NOW*
Seriously, thank you for enjoying it and expressing said enjoyment. It takes a lot of persistence and patience to keep working on it.