monaboyd_month | Fic: Serendipity

Here is my offering for today. It's a fic I had lying around and never posted for some reason, so

monaboyd_month gets the benefit!

Title: Serendipity
Rating: PG-13 (or possibly R for language)
Disclaimer: This is all out of my own imagination, unfortunately.
Warnings: None
Author's note: Set in early 2007 at the end of Dom's time working on Lost. The Dom in my head is no longer the Dom I see in interviews and photos. So I'm not writing them true to what I see of them - although who knows what they say to each other away from prying eyes?

Serendipity

It was a rare Sunday morning that Billy had nothing to do and nowhere to go. He had taken the opportunity to have an extra-long bath, and after an hour was lying there with his eyes closed thinking he was quite wrinkly enough even before he'd got in and that it was time he got out, only he knew if he stayed there just ten minutes longer he would probably be able to find a rhyme for this particularly tasty lyric that had just popped into his head... when the phone rang.

"Bugger."

In three seconds flat he changed his mind five times about whether to get out and answer it, deciding that if he didn't it would be his agent with that fantastic script that would launch him to international stardom and mean he'd never have to work again. Even though his agent never called on a Sunday morning. And so Billy found himself in the bedroom, naked and dripping, phone in hand.

"Hello?"

"Bill!"

"Oh god."

With just that one word Billy knew that the person on the other end was not, in fact, his agent with a life-changing offer, but Dom, drunk as a skunk, on a Saturday night out in Hawaii.

"You don't sound pleased to hear from me, oh Billy-mine."

"I'm not yours. And I got out of the bath to answer the phone, so no, not particularly pleased."

"Ah, so you're not wearing any pants? I'm imagining you with no pants on."

"I'd rather you didn't, if it's all the same to you. Now, was there a point to this call?"

Billy resolved to go that very day and buy a cordless phone for the bedroom. He was attached by the cord, unable to move, and starting to shiver.

"Yes, we're discussing your pantslessness."

"That's not even a word." Billy couldn't help laughing.

"Stop distracting me from the matter in hand, Bill." Dom's voice was slurry and warm.

"There's no matter in hand. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to put some clothes on."

"Bet you say that to all the girls." A pause and an unidentified thud. "How is Ali anyway? Is it on or off at the moment?"

"On. Off. Oh, I don't know. On." Now Billy was both physically and mentally uncomfortable.

"That's the spirit, Bill." Another pause. "Look, I'm done here for good in a couple of weeks. I'm coming over there, my mum and dad have forgotten what I look like."

"I haven't, don't worry." Billy smiled at the empty room.

"I'm going to come and visit you anyway, just to make sure."

"Good. Email me. Now I'm going to go before my todger disappears completely."

"Ah, Billy's willy, I remember the little guy. Good times." Spluttering laughter.

"See you soon, Dom."

"Love you, Bill."

---

And so Dom arrived in Glasgow, demob happy. Billy was delighted to see him. Dom didn't want to go out, but instead insisted on cooking Billy a huge meal. This delighted Billy even more.

After dinner, Billy poured whisky for himself and vodka and cranberry for Dom, and they positioned themselves on the couch. Billy at one end with his guitar, and Dom slumped along the remainder of it with his back against the arm and his bare feet against Billy's thigh. Billy had forgotten how big Dom's feet were, in comparison to his own relatively dainty size sixes. He smiled to himself as he picked at the guitar strings, remembering the first time he'd teased Dom about his feet, and Dom had told Billy that they merely made him more stable in high winds. Billy had thought this was such a great rejoinder that he'd never again taken the piss out of Dom's feet.

"Watcha smiling at?"

"Oh, nothing." Billy continued to smile and strum.

"You look far too innocent for it to be nothing." Dom nudged Billy's thigh with his foot. "So is it on or off with Ali?"

Billy didn't reply, just hummed a little tune along with his playing. It was funny, after Dom had moved to the States and Billy met Ali, she was like an angel of mercy. A soft, welcoming angel of mercy ministering to his pain with her softness and gentleness, her breasts (breasts! Billy had forgotten how wonderful a breast felt under his hand), her cheeks, her pale thighs.

"I earned over a million dollars last year," Dom said, apropos of nothing, obviously trying a different tack as his first one hadn't produced a response.

"Before or after tax?"

"Does it matter? It's a million fucking dollars, Bill."

"American money. So not real money."

"Ha-bloody-ha. Unlike you, when I was born they didn't have pounds, shillings and pence." Dom removed his feet from Billy's leg and curled them under himself as he sat up, his shoulder against the back of the couch. "As a matter of fact I'm thinking of getting an American passport."

Billy stopped playing. Now Dom had his attention. "You're what? Why the hell do you want to do a thing like that?"

"Oh, don't worry, I'll still keep my Brit one. It's just...." Something odd crossed Dom's face. "Easier."

Billy put down the guitar and pulled his own feet under him, mirroring Dom's position and sliding along the sofa until they were forehead-to-forehead. Another memory assaulted Billy, this one with considerably more force, a memory of a morning in New Zealand when they had awoken on a rare morning off together. Dom had announced - insofar as a half-asleep mumble could be called an announcement - that he had a stiffie the size of Nelson's Column. Billy didn't particularly enjoy giving blow jobs before his mouth had woken up properly, but Dom's response was highly gratifying and the favour was returned with enthusiasm. After the post-coital banter, for some reason they had fallen silent, forehead-to-forehead, just studying each other, pretty much as they were now. Dom's face, the look in his eyes, was exactly the same, and Billy wondered what Dom saw in his own, rather more lined visage.

Little puffs of air landed on Billy's lips, and it was then that Billy realised that yes, it was off with Ali, and that he was going to make love to Dom. He smiled at Dom, and a slow, answering smile spread across Dom's face.

They both moved at precisely the same moment.