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monaboyd_monthI had the idea for this fic while I was at in a Pumpkin cafe in Darlington train station. It made sense in my head at the time...mostly
I haven't written anything for a while, so I'm not going to make any promises about quality, I'll just be happy if it is comprehensible :)
Billy was in the bathroom cleaning his teeth. Dom listened to the extractor fan in the little room whirring and lounged.
The mattress dipped as Billy climbed onto the bed. He tucked himself against Dom, chest Dom's back and kissed Dom's neck. His lips were cold and Dom could smell the toothpaste on his breath.
"You're minty fresh."
"I like to think so."
They had already made love once. It had been fast and frantic the way it always was when they first met up. They clutched and clawed, teeth bared and breathe coming in rushed gasps.
It had been amazing, but Dom liked this part too. The part where they were both sated and content to linger. The part where they talked and touched, became reacquainted, inexorably moving toward making love again. Dom liked that part too; he liked all the parts.
"You have the strangest smile on your face, what are you thinking about?"
"Parts."
Billy cackled. "You would be."
Dom watched an aeroplane take off through the window. It streaked through the sky leaving a white wake against blue.
Airport hotels had been Billy's idea. He'd been staying with Dom on one of the rare occasions both their schedules allowed them a week together. They had shared a joint and were lying on the floor beside Dom's sofa enjoying the shift and play on the light on the ceiling. The breeze from an open window gently pushed at the blinds and if he squinted just right Dom thought he could see the light breathing.
"People go to airport hotels when they're waiting." Billy had said, apropos to almost nothing. His head was rested on Dom's stomach and he had obviously been thinking hard while Dom had been watching the suns rays inhale then exhale. "Waiting for fog to clear, waiting for the baggage handlers to stop striking. To go on holiday or go home."
"Waiting for room service." Dom added, not altogether helpfully.
"People go to them to waste time, not to spend it. It's like when you go for a coffee in one of the little cafes they have in railway station, you don't really want a drink but you just need something to do to kill time until your train arrives. See?"
He strained his neck to look expectantly up at Dom.
"I see." Dom answered, partly to encourage Billy to continue - he was interesting to see where this train of thought was going - and partly because the position Billy had moved into was pushing his skull uncomfortably into Dom's sternum. It wasn't just the light on the ceiling that liked to breathe.
"So airport hotels are like a bubble outside of normal life, like being on holiday, or in Vegas or…" Billy waved his hands in clumsy circles while he struggled to find another example for his theory.
"Limbo." Dom offered.
"Limbo, yes!" Billy was delighted, "Limbo with its own stationery!"
"And little bottles of shampoo."
"And a trouser press."
Billy's theory, while half baked, did have merit. They both enjoyed feeling that the time they spent together in the hotels was stolen and that they were secluded from the normal flow of living. It was like being in a whimsical episode of the Twilight Zone. There was freedom in the varnished generic furniture and in the way every trace of them would be quickly and effectively wiped away when they checked out. Their surroundings weren't important, Dom and Billy being together was what mattered.
"You are a genius, you know."
"I know," Billy answered "thanks for mentioning it. What makes you mention it?"
"Just thinking, you know, about limbo."
"I thought you were thinking about parts. Because since you mentioned parts I've been thinking about them too." Billy's hair tickled behind Dom's ear and made him squirm pleasantly. He rolled so that he and Billy were sharing the same pillow, their foreheads touching. "Which parts?" He asked.
"All the best ones."
Dom hummed with a contented rumble and pulled the sheet up and over, cocooning them both in the green linen. Billy grinned and Dom grinned back.
"Those are my favourite."
Billy leaned in to kiss Dom and as he did Dom reached over and dumped the spare pillow on top of the alarm clock placed neatly on the dresser beside the bed. Time could wait.
I haven't written anything for a while, so I'm not going to make any promises about quality, I'll just be happy if it is comprehensible :)
Billy was in the bathroom cleaning his teeth. Dom listened to the extractor fan in the little room whirring and lounged.
The mattress dipped as Billy climbed onto the bed. He tucked himself against Dom, chest Dom's back and kissed Dom's neck. His lips were cold and Dom could smell the toothpaste on his breath.
"You're minty fresh."
"I like to think so."
They had already made love once. It had been fast and frantic the way it always was when they first met up. They clutched and clawed, teeth bared and breathe coming in rushed gasps.
It had been amazing, but Dom liked this part too. The part where they were both sated and content to linger. The part where they talked and touched, became reacquainted, inexorably moving toward making love again. Dom liked that part too; he liked all the parts.
"You have the strangest smile on your face, what are you thinking about?"
"Parts."
Billy cackled. "You would be."
Dom watched an aeroplane take off through the window. It streaked through the sky leaving a white wake against blue.
Airport hotels had been Billy's idea. He'd been staying with Dom on one of the rare occasions both their schedules allowed them a week together. They had shared a joint and were lying on the floor beside Dom's sofa enjoying the shift and play on the light on the ceiling. The breeze from an open window gently pushed at the blinds and if he squinted just right Dom thought he could see the light breathing.
"People go to airport hotels when they're waiting." Billy had said, apropos to almost nothing. His head was rested on Dom's stomach and he had obviously been thinking hard while Dom had been watching the suns rays inhale then exhale. "Waiting for fog to clear, waiting for the baggage handlers to stop striking. To go on holiday or go home."
"Waiting for room service." Dom added, not altogether helpfully.
"People go to them to waste time, not to spend it. It's like when you go for a coffee in one of the little cafes they have in railway station, you don't really want a drink but you just need something to do to kill time until your train arrives. See?"
He strained his neck to look expectantly up at Dom.
"I see." Dom answered, partly to encourage Billy to continue - he was interesting to see where this train of thought was going - and partly because the position Billy had moved into was pushing his skull uncomfortably into Dom's sternum. It wasn't just the light on the ceiling that liked to breathe.
"So airport hotels are like a bubble outside of normal life, like being on holiday, or in Vegas or…" Billy waved his hands in clumsy circles while he struggled to find another example for his theory.
"Limbo." Dom offered.
"Limbo, yes!" Billy was delighted, "Limbo with its own stationery!"
"And little bottles of shampoo."
"And a trouser press."
Billy's theory, while half baked, did have merit. They both enjoyed feeling that the time they spent together in the hotels was stolen and that they were secluded from the normal flow of living. It was like being in a whimsical episode of the Twilight Zone. There was freedom in the varnished generic furniture and in the way every trace of them would be quickly and effectively wiped away when they checked out. Their surroundings weren't important, Dom and Billy being together was what mattered.
"You are a genius, you know."
"I know," Billy answered "thanks for mentioning it. What makes you mention it?"
"Just thinking, you know, about limbo."
"I thought you were thinking about parts. Because since you mentioned parts I've been thinking about them too." Billy's hair tickled behind Dom's ear and made him squirm pleasantly. He rolled so that he and Billy were sharing the same pillow, their foreheads touching. "Which parts?" He asked.
"All the best ones."
Dom hummed with a contented rumble and pulled the sheet up and over, cocooning them both in the green linen. Billy grinned and Dom grinned back.
"Those are my favourite."
Billy leaned in to kiss Dom and as he did Dom reached over and dumped the spare pillow on top of the alarm clock placed neatly on the dresser beside the bed. Time could wait.
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Date: 2009-05-13 07:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 01:25 pm (UTC)I didn't think of it as a comeback, it makes me feel like Britney Spears, except with hair :)
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Date: 2009-05-14 06:46 pm (UTC)Oops, that's a bit insulting, isn't it? XD
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Date: 2009-05-14 11:57 am (UTC)They clutched and clawed, teeth bared and breathe coming in rushed gasps.
There are a whole lot of lines I could quote actually but I adored this. Your wording is just wonderful.
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Date: 2009-05-22 05:52 pm (UTC)I really liked this story. Your writing has such a nice flow to it. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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Date: 2009-06-09 01:02 pm (UTC)