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A Dangerous and Silly Love
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Author's Note: This is a repost. But it is early summer and here is a bit of summertime love. There's nothing more devastating than summertime love.



It can happen, you know, love at first sight, wanting to die for love. It happened to Dom. He thinks he’s bewitched, ensnared by some sort of spell.

“You make my heart stop,” he tells Billy.
“It sounds dangerous,” Billy says.
“It is. You’re dangerous. You’re no good for me, Billy Boyd.”
“I’ll be better,” Billy promises.
“That won’t work. That will make it worse.”
“I’ll be wicked then.”
“Clearly you don’t grasp the problem at all. A wicked Billy would destroy me, slay me, turn me inside out.”
“I wouldn’t, not even if I was Sauron. I’d never slay you. I might use x-ray vision on you though.”
“Why?”
“So I could see what you have in your pockets.”
Dom dumps the contents of his pockets onto Billy’s coffee table. There is an avalanche of Domness spilling onto the carpet.
“How do you fit all that junk on your person?”
Dom shrugs. “I feel funny inside when you sit so far away from me.”
“Our thighs are touching.”
“Don’t remind me. It gives me a fever. Get me a blanket and a grave, won’t you, Bills? I think I’ll die now.”
“You’re not sick. You’re going surfing.”
Dom stands abruptly. “Yes, I’ll drown my misery in the black waters of the sea. Will you weep for me? Oh, don’t answer. I don’t want to imagine you without me.”

~*~

“Stop languishing.”
Dom looks down over the side of his surf board hoping to see a giant whale that will swallow him whole.
“I must languish. My soul is on the rack, Bills.”
A swell finds them, lifts them and sets them down again. Dom doesn’t even try to ride it. Billy paddles, catches hold of Dom’s board and kisses him.

“Someday people will write a million words about the curl of your lips, Bill, and the color of your eyes.”

Billy kisses him again and the sea swells beneath them, or perhaps it is just Dom’s heart filling to burst. Soon Billy has crawled his way onto Dom’s board and they lie side by side, kissing when the water rises around them and hides the land from view.

~*~

“You’ve sand in your pants. Let me wash you off.”
“No,” Dom says, “I need to take to my bed. I need to stay there with you forever.”
“Come on. I’ll rinse you in the outdoor shower. I want to make love to you while you’re only wearing flip-flops.”
“I don’t feel good.”
“You’re only love sick. Just hold on to me. It will pass.”

~*~

In the shower Dom tucks his hands under his chin and leans his forehead against the wet wood. Billy presses against Dom’s back. He moves gently, whispers, “Come, come, come,” in Dom’s ear.

~*~

There is only one towel and Billy leaves Dom’s hair wet so he can watch the water drip off his nose. His lips are blue and his teeth chatter.
“I’m cold, Bill.”
Billy hugs Dom tighter. He is all muscle spasms and jutting bones. He smells wet and clean and cold.
“Dry my hair.”
Bill pulls the towel over both their heads. After a moment it is warm in the little tent. Billy kisses Dom’s blue lips.

~*~

Later, the sheets are wrapped around them like the silk of a cocoon. Billy gets Dom to smile. It flickers on his lips, weak from disuse.
“Don’t waste away on me. Stay with me. Love me forever.”
“I will.”
Billy rolls and Dom, trapped in the sheet, rolls with him. A lawn mower purrs in the dusk. Everything smells like the sweet rot of hay and crisp cotton.
“Do you feel better now?”
“I wish I didn’t have to sleep. I want to be awake and kissing you.”
“Sleep. You’ve had a long day. You can kiss me tomorrow.”
“All my tomorrows.”
“Yes, and all of mine.”

~*~

Dom lies on a quilt spread out next to the lilies. Billy kisses his knees and sucks on his elbows.
“Can I kiss your belly?”
Dom arches his back and doesn’t say anything. Billy pets the hair under Dom’s navel. The elastic of his shorts have left red indents in his skin. Billy soothes them with his tongue.
Dom is eating cherries. His mouth is dyed red and his finger tips are messy. He wipes them on Billy’s face.
“Lick it off, lick it off.”
Dom licks Billy’s cherry cheeks. Billy steals from Dom’s bowl of cherries but Dom doesn’t object. Billy’s feeding them to him, holding the stem and letting Dom suck the fruit from the seed. It gets very messy. When they are done there are red handprints on Billy’s shirt and Dom’s trousers. The quilt is stained with memory.

Dom laughs, sounding like a boy at play. He is done languishing.

Billy pulls an old wheelbarrow out of the shed and pushes Dom around in it.

Fast.

It tips over.

“Did you ever make love in a wheelbarrow, Billy?”
“Is it possible?”
“Want to find out?”
“I want to find out everything there is to do with you.”

Wheelbarrows, Dom thinks, are cold and hard on the bottom.

“You still make my heart stop.”
“I hope I’ll always do that, Dom.”
“You will,” Dom says. He is very certain.

~*~

Comments

[pippins-penny.livejournal.com]

How do I not remember that, its gorgeous!

[living-is-nice.livejournal.com]

i must have missed this the first time around, but it is so lovely. so very, very lovely. :) and i will never object to the image of dom eating cherries.