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monaboyd_monthThe minutes tick down on my day. I hope you'll indulge me. I came into this fandom five years ago and met amazing people during that time. You have stood by me during hard times and great times. I look back on my writing and see the way that I've grown just by knowing your humor and grace. The stories that I'm posting are Monaboyd stories. They are reposts. Sorry.
The earlier ones are ones I'm proud of but they carry a lot of pain. There is love. But there is a lot of pain. The last one I'm proud of because it contains (so I like to think) the pain of love, but also the ridiculous beauty of it. That is a beauty you all have taught me. I have learned many things in my life. But you, you helped me see the most important lesson of all. Bring Your Own Joy.
So this, my friends, is really my love letter to all of you.
Happy Monaboyd Month.
On the way Home
Author: Hyacinth
Pairing: d/b
Disclaimer: Fiction
Rating: PG
We walked the elegant streets in the pink light of dawn. You were thirsty from drinking too much wine in the night. Your lips were stained red in their creases, reminding me of blood. I thought that’s how you would look if we were soldiers and you lay wounded and dying in my arms. Perhaps that had happened to us once in a life lived long ago. Of course we would have known each other. If we do come back to live again and again there’s not a doubt in my mind that the world will arrange itself each time so that our two souls will meet.
I bought you a frozen lemonade and you sucked it down eagerly. I walked with my hands in my pockets, rattling coins. You got a brain freeze and dropped to a squat on the pavement, pressing the heels of your hands against your eyes. I shook my head and sighed. You’re always doing things like this, making an arse of yourself. You’re too eager, impulsive, a child, but one that I love.
I rubbed your back. Your shoulder blades were tensed like wings poised for flight. You fluttered and sighed as you let the pain go.
Further on, past the gray church with its dark windows and open-mouthed gargoyles, the saunter returned to your step. You had a twinkle in your eyes and I liked to think it was because of me. Listen, I want to be all your twinkles and all your tears and all your joys forever. If I should die first this time I will go live in the dark seas of your eyes. I’ll swim and shine there until they shut for all time. They shall bury us both together when they bury you. Then, perhaps, in the next life, I will find you sooner.
I was staying on the fourth floor of a small hotel. We tiptoed past the sleeping porter for the stairs. I made my feet drag slowly, counting the steps until we parted.
On the first landing I hugged you goodbye. You said you’d see me tomorrow, today, ha, ha, whenever. I’ll always know what you mean.
On the second landing you were still with me and I kissed your cheek, cupped your face in my hand and called you, “friend.” You began to talk rapidly in French and I couldn’t understand you but I liked the sound of you. You knew I liked it. That’s why you did it. Our hands touched on the banister.
You began to back away, towards the stairs, your bed and your dreams. Our fingers slid against each other on the cool wood and I stretched out my arm to prolong the touch. Your shoes clattered loudly on the marble stairs. You called me “friend” in half a dozen languages over your shoulder.
The flight to the third landing was long and lonely. My feet dragged again, sad to be leaving you. I paused to feel old and sorrowful.
The cacophony that was you resounded in the stairwell. I looked down over the railing to see you rising towards me. Your brown shoes blurred in their haste. You paused for half a smile and kissed me full and long on the lips.
I said, “Dommie,” and patted your hand.
I said, “Tired?” and you let your lashes fall to your cheeks and nodded.
The last flight of stairs wasn’t lonely with your hand clutched in my hand. You leaned against my shoulder while I jiggled the lock in the door then walked ahead of me into the soft, morning room.
You left a trail from the door to the bed, two brown shoes, soft, charcoal pants, fuzzy, black shirt, dark, blue boxers. You dove head first under the yellow covers like the boy we saw in Mexico diving into the sunlit sea in the evening. I followed after, picking up your clothes like breadcrumbs, following the trail you left me, finding my way home.
The Main Thing
d/b
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aire_blair because she wanted something kind of like this.
Disclaimer: Yeah, this never really happened.
Love me gently. It used to be fierce, my love for you. It used to be waking in the morning ready to slice my life’s blood from this body of mine if you wouldn’t love me. It used to be staying up all night, dreaming of you and falling asleep at midday to forget you. It used to be trembling hands and not eating. It used to be some kind of curse. I couldn’t think right. My whole soul sang one song that was your name. Billy upon waking. Billy in the shower. Billy dressing. Billy when tying my shoes.
Love mellows. It becomes a part of me. Fits into my soul. It’s just this part of me roped off with yellow tape reading unrequited, like caution signs around a crime scene. It’s no crime though. No crime to love you. As long as I keep it secret, sacred, unto myself alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.
I used to think I’d find you, that you’d come across me quite suddenly while I trolled amongst the waves off Venice Beach. My loneliness, my want for you, seemed to scream out of me like an ambulance siren too high pitched for any ears but yours. All the way in the sun-drenched warmth of Mexico or on the cloudy shores of Scotland you would hear it. Come to rescue me. I don’t want to be the kind of person that needs rescuing. Except if it was you.
I am given to flights of fancy. Your figure emerging from the June gloom, steering my surf board towards shore and warm lamp light and the warmth of you. Why must I always pad my way across these sands on my own? Do I leave footprints? Am I anything without you? I will walk. I will walk across the teaming city of LA into the snowcapped mountains and down into the desert. I will pass great monuments of stone and time. I will travel through fabled Dixieland, strike out from Jacksonville and swim for your shores.
I will prostrate my self for you, if that’s what you want. Or I will tap dance on the ceiling. I will wear brightly colored flowers in my hair. Just so you will love me. I grow ridiculous. It shows more as I age. I can’t unwrap my thoughts from you.
You visit me at the end of summer. The days are all warm. They’re always warm here but cool at night. We wait until dark and then walk to the Mexican restaurant and eat salsa as hot as we can stand it. We walk back and I want to take your hand and run off into some Never-land with you. Why do I have to grow up? Can’t I wallow in my boyish crush for one day longer?
“My rooster. My Pan,” you say to me. “You keep me young.”
How come LA always feels like the very edge of the world? Why this Mecca that will slip off at any moment into the sea? It is all dreams and stardust and your eyes. I spread my hands as if you had asked me an unanswerable question.
“I don’t know,” I say.
“I’m thinking about missing you all the time I’m with you.”
“You don’t. It’s not something you’d do.”
“But that’s what you want me to say. So I’ll say it.”
“Where is that comfortable place you live in, Bills? Tell me.”
“First star to the right and keep on till morning.”
“I’m a lost boy.”
“Not so lost. I’ve found you.”
“Are you lost?”
You chuckled. “I am. Doesn’t make it much of rescue mission now, does it?”
“Rescue?”
“I don’t want to rescue you. I want to remember you as you were, as you are. Don’t ever change.”
“Not even for the better?” These are the types of conversations I can have with you. You don’t think ill of me for them.
“You always change. You’re like crystal in light. Hidden depths you have. But I don’t want you to lose them. That’s what I mean.”
Kiss me. I thought. I thought and thought it. It must have been the millionth time.
It’s a charm, that millionth.
I kissed back.
“You must promise me I’ll never lose you,” you said. You’re so tough, so cheerful but there are little cracks in you.
“Never, you might misplace me though.”
You put your hand over your heart. “You’re just here. Always. I always know where to find you.”
I blinked back tears. You touched my heart.
“You’ll keep me there as well?”
“You’ve moved in. Made yourself rather comfy, haven’t you?”
You kissed me again. And then we walked homeward hand in hand.
Many things happened to me in my life, but you, you were the main thing.
Four Hotel Rooms and a Backseat
d/b
Disclaimer: This is not a true story.
Wellington
Dom paced the hotel room, still energized by the afternoon’s excitement, though Billy knew he hadn’t slept in over twenty hours, and he was jet-lagged. Billy flopped across the bed with a groan of exhaustion. Dom stopped pacing and pulled the knot on his tie loose.
“That was brilliant, yeah?”
“Great,” Billy agreed. “Surreal.”
“Want me to fix you a drink?”
Billy put his forearm over his eyes and shook his head. “No. Well yes, a little one. Maybe a big one? I don’t know. You decide.”
Dom laughed a little and Billy heard him clinking glasses and ice cubes around. He started to nod off before Dom touched the cool glass against the back of his hand. Billy tried to sit up to take it but he wasn’t interested in it after all.
“I need to sleep.”
Dom set the glass down on the night table.
“Okay. I’ll just finish mine and go.”
Billy shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Stay. You could have brought that whole crowd back with you and I’d sleep anyway.”
Dom flopped onto the bed, sending Billy bouncing around. Dom snuggled against his side.
“It was like being a rock star wasn’t it, Bill?”
“It certainly was loud.”
Dom wiggled around. “Don’t be blasé about it, Bill. It was incredible.”
Billy heaved a great yawn and put his hand on the top of Dom’s head, tangling his fingers into the hair and tugging gently.
“I’m not blasé. I’m sleepy.”
Dom hugged Billy fiercely around his middle. It hurt.
“Ow, Dom.”
“You’re so very tiny, Bill.”
“I am, but not all over.”
Dom propped himself up on one elbow to leer down at Billy.
”Oh?”
Billy nodded and smiled in a self-satisfied, if slightly sleepy way. “My big toe is humongous.”
“Is that all?”
“No. Yes. I don’t want to lie here with you and talk about my penis.”
Dom laughed again and planted a kiss on Billy’s forehead. Billy smiled. Dom ran his fingers over the spot he kissed.
“You get wrinkles there when you smile.”
“Really!? Is my hair starting to recede as well?” Billy stuck out his tongue.
“Stop it. You’re handsome.” He hugged Billy again, gentler this time.
The door opened and Astin walked in. He snorted when he saw the two of them entwined on the bed.
“Are you two officially lovers now?”
“I’m just snuggling him,” Dom said crossly.
“He’s lying,” Billy said. “He’s trying to take advantage of me when I’m too sleepy to resist him.”
“Dom, you’re such a slut.”
Dom whipped a pillow across the room. Sean caught it handily and sat in a chair with it. Dom glared at him.
“Why are you here?”
“Sometimes you can knock on doors,” Billy said, but he didn’t seem embarrassed to be caught lying in Dom’s embrace.
Sean seemed to find this amusing. “Elijah wanted to come. I don’t know where he’s got to. He was right behind me.”
Elijah chose that moment to bang into the room, bouncing off the door jams like a pinball and giggling. He took in the scene on the bed and the giggles got worse.
“Dom, you whore!”
Elijah launched himself at the bed, knocking the air out of Billy and annoying Dom.
“Doodle, you’re drunk,” Dom scolded. “Get off him.”
“Yes Mum.” Elijah tried to wiggle himself into the warm space between Billy and Dom but Dom was having none of it.
“Other side of him. I’m here!”
“Share, Dommie,” Elijah whined but he wiggled himself to the other side of Billy. This put him precariously close to the edge of the bed and he clung on to Billy’s arm. Billy rolled over, away from Dom, to make more room and pulled Elijah closer to him. Elijah smiled and made a face at Dom over Billy’s shoulder.
Billy began to tickle him and Elijah laughed until Billy started to hump himself against Elijah’s thigh, then he shrieked.
“Ear drums!” Dom complained. “The sound barrier. The space-time continuum. Everything is destroyed.”
Sean got up and closed the door to the room. “That’s enough,” he said.
It felt funny, Dom thought, to not be the one Astin was scolding. Billy let Elijah go and he promptly fell to the floor beside the bed, gasping for breath and trying to look contrite and disgusted.
“You loved it,” Billy mumbled.
Dom grabbed the whiskey he had poured earlier and gulped it. The room wavered a bit. Sean grabbed Elijah by the back of his shirt and hauled him to his feet.
“Everyone get out now, please,” Billy said, his voice was thick with sleep.
“Sorry, Bill.” Sean said. “We’ll let you sleep. Call us tomorrow.” He pushed Elijah ahead of him into the hall. “Come on, Dom.”
Dom shook his head in disbelief. “He didn’t mean me.”
“He needs to…’
“No,” Billy interrupted. “He’s okay.”
Sean shrugged, waved, and shut the door. The room wavered again.
“I think I’m tired now, Bill.”
“I know you are. Come here.” Billy didn’t open his eyes.
“We’ve still got our suits on. They’ll be all wrinkled.”
“Don’t care,” Billy said. His mouth went slack and he was sleeping. Dom sighed.
“That’s lovely,” he whispered. He went to pull Billy’s shoes off and took the tie from around his throat. There was no way to remove his other things without disturbing him so Dom didn’t. He removed his own things instead and stretched out under the covers. Billy was sleeping all wrong, across the bed with his feet still on the floor, but Dom figured Billy would wake at some point in the night and fix himself. It didn’t matter, all that mattered right then was that they both slept.
~*~
Paris
“Oh shite!” Billy whispered. “Shhh! Dom’s sleeping.”
It was four o’ clock in the afternoon. Dom was lying on his stomach, his hands under the pillow, the sunlight falling in golden bars across the skin of his back. The sheets were pulled up to his hips but not far enough. Billy could see the band of his boxers and a bit of arse cleavage peaking out over the top of them.
Billy turned to Viggo and smiled nervously. Viggo just raised his eyebrows and gave him a tight smile in return. If it had been Sean or Elijah that had been with him they would have immediately started taking the piss out of him and Billy could have told them both where to put it.
Viggo didn’t say anything at all. It was unnerving.
“I don’t even know what he’s doing here. He has his own room. He wasn’t here when I left, so…He has a habit of turning up. Well, not a habit per se…” Me thinks thou dost protest too much. Billy stopped prattling. Viggo probably didn’t care why Dom was in Billy’s bed, and it wasn’t like Billy had anything to hide anyway.
He turned to the bed. “Oi! Dommie!”
Dom sat up, red marks from the pillow all down one cheek and blinked blearily at them.
“What?”
“What? What are you doing in my bed? That’s what.”
Dom lay back down, facing the ceiling this time, and rubbed his hands over his eyes.
“My air conditioner is broken.”
“Oh,” Billy said. “How’d you get in here anyway?”
“I just pretended to be you. Just used your accent and stuff. People think I look like you. They gave me a key.”
“Oh,” Billy said again. He stood there for a minute or two, unable to form complete thoughts for some reason. He realized he was just staring at Dom and that Viggo was watching him stare. “Dom’s here,” Billy said to Dom. “I mean, Viggo. Viggo is here. Right, I’m going to have tea. Want tea?”
“Tea, yes,” Dom said groggily.
“I’ll go,” Viggo said.
“Oh?” Billy turned away to fiddle with the kettle. His voice was all high-pitched and his face was hot.
“Told Peter I’d stop by.” Viggo put his hand on Billy’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “Goodbye, Bill.”
“Me too,” Dom said.
“Bye Dom.” Viggo turned quietly and left.
“He kisses you more than he kisses me.”
Billy rolled his eyes.
“He thinks you and I are having an affair.”
Dom’s eyes opened and he sat up in the bed.
“A love affair?”
“No, you dolt, he thinks we’re having a business affair. He thinks we’re secretly conducting business meetings.”
Dom waved this away. “Did he ask you?”
“No, he looks at me funny is all.”
“Maybe he has a crush on you.”
“Or maybe you keep showing up in my bed, half-naked this time!”
“I couldn’t help it. It was so stuffy in my room.”
“It’s four seventeen in the afternoon! Why are you sleeping?”
“I was tired! That’s usually why people sleep, Bill.”
The kettle started to whistle and Billy dropped the argument while he fixed the tea. He knew he was being silly, overreacting. He sipped his tea and carried Dom’s mug to him.
“Do you want me to ignore you in public so people won’t think we love each other?”
Billy was stung by these words and Dom sounded hurt as he said them.
“No, of course not.” Billy heaved a sigh and sat down on the bed. “It wouldn’t matter if you did. Everyone already knows I love you.”
Dom lifted his cup to sip but Billy saw the secret smile of delight that Dom tried to hide behind it.
~*~
Sydney
Dom chewed on the end of his pen thoughtfully.
“Bill? Do you know any sea creatures that have an H as their second letter?”
“Of course I don’t,” Billy said. “I’ve told you a hundred times that I’m rubbish at those things. So are you, I might add.”
“I’m not!”
“Why are you always asking me for help then?”
“That’s how you’re meant to do the Sunday crossword.”
“You’re meant to annoy everyone around you?” Billy said.
“Are you two arguing like an old married couple? Honeymoon over, then?”
Orlando plopped into the seat next to Dom.
“Orli, my one true friend,” Dom said, “Should one ask for help with the Sunday crossword?”
“Absolutely,” Orlando said and Dom beamed. “Especially if one is as thick as you.” He reached over and stole the last piece of toast off Dom’s plate, then summoned the waitress with a raised eyebrow. “Coffee please, love.”
Dom scowled at him. He tried to scowl at Billy too but Billy was hiding behind his section of the newspaper. It was shaking slightly and Dom was certain he was laughing. Dom picked up his coffee cup and took a sip. It was cold and bitter and he felt like tossing it at Orli.
“I’m going to shower,” he said instead. He wandered off.
Orlando’s coffee came and Billy put aside the paper.
“Are you going to go chase after your girlfriend or what?” Orlando asked.
“He’s not my girlfriend.”
“Sorry, your boyfriend then. He seemed a bit miffed. Things not going well in the bedroom?”
Billy refused to be ruffled by Orlando Bloom.
“I don’t think it will be a good day for surfing. It’s a shame. We won’t get another chance this week.”
“Want to go parasailing?”
Billy looked at him in horror.
“No.”
“Hang gliding?”
“Are you mad?”
As Billy clearly wasn’t going to be convinced to endanger his life in any way Orlando left in search of Elijah who was easy to talk into doing all sorts of things. Billy gathered his belongings, noticing that Dom had left his room key on the table next to his nearly-finished crossword.
Billy found him sitting in the courtyard kicking at pebbles.
“Locked out?”
Dom nodded.
“I’m sorry,” Billy said.
Dom shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I’m tired I guess. I needed a bit of a sulk.”
Billy sat down next to him on the bench and put the crossword on Dom’s knee.
“Sea creatures is it?”
“Yes.”
“How many letters?”
“Five.”
“Whale,” Billy said. “Shark.”
Dom slumped in his seat. “Of course. Whale. I really am rubbish at these aren’t I?”
Billy shrugged. “You’re good at other things.”
Dom leaned his head against Billy’s shoulder. “I’m good at annoying you.”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to kick the stuffing out of Orli?”
“Most of the time. He wanted me to go parasailing.”
Dom laughed. “What are you going to do today?”
“Dunno, rent a car maybe. Take a drive in the country?” Billy sighed. “I miss my dog. She would be sticking her head out the window, panting and smiling at the sun.”
“I could do that,” Dom said.
“You’re going to stick your head out the window and pant?”
“Absolutely. Orli says I follow you around like a love-sick puppy anyway.”
“Does he? And here I thought I was following you around.”
“We must both be walking in circles then.”
“Yes,” Billy said. He looked for a moment like he was about to say something else but changed his mind. “I like walking with you,” he said instead. His voice was soft and serious.
Dom smiled at him and kissed him softly on the mouth. Billy squeezed his hand and then seemed to shake of the seriousness.
“Go shower,” he said. “I’ll get the car.”
Dom scampered off. Billy watched him until he was gone then closed his eyes and let a shiver run through him. He put his fingers to his lips for a moment, feeling the spot where Dom had pressed against him so briefly.
~*~
London
“Hullo, Bill. You’re naked.”
Billy scratched at his wet hair, looking around in confusion.
“Have you seen my red bag?”
“No, I’ve seen your bum though.”
“I can’t find my comb.”
“Are you having trouble finding your pants as well?”
“Pardon?”
“You’re starkers, Bill.”
Billy looked down at himself distractedly. “Oh,” he said. “That’s only because I don’t have any clothes on. Help me look?”
For a moment Dom thought Billy wanted help looking at his body, but realized he was still missing his red bag.
“Did you leave it in the cab?”
“I don’t know where it is.”
The hotel room wasn’t big and after several minutes of looking Dom gave up.
“Just use my comb, Bill. I’ll call the cab company to see if it turned up there.” He tossed a pair of pants in Billy’s direction but Billy just let them slide to the floor and sat heavily on the bed. “What’s the matter, Bill?”
“Orli and Billy were here. Me. I’m still here. Elijah left. I got stoned, Dom,” Billy whispered.
“I’m going to tickle you.”
Billy screeched and wiggled up on the bed to hide behind a pillow. “Don’t! You know my heart stops when you do that.”
“But it’s so funny to tickle you when you’re stoned.”
Billy was laughing already. “I can’t breathe! Oh don’t. You can’t tickle a man with no pants on.”
“Put your pants on then.”
“No.”
“You’re going to stay naked just so I won’t tickle you?”
“No! Yes. I am. Good plan.”
Dom let his shoulders slump in defeat. Billy let out a little cackle of victory, bouncing on his knees on the bed. Dom tackled him.
“It’s against the rules!” Billy gasped. “No pants. Not fair.” He put an elbow in Dom’s ribs and managed to slither away. He stood on the far side of the room, panting while Dom massaged his ribs. “You okay, Dom?”
“I’ll live,” Dom grunted. “Come here, Bill.”
Billy shook his head. Dom picked up the boxers shorts again and tossed them at Billy.
“Come here. I promise I won’t tickle.”
Billy cautiously stepped into the pants and came to sit beside Dom on the bed. Dom slung one arm around Billy’s freckled shoulders and smiled at him. Billy smiled back. Dom rubbed his nose against Billy’s. Billy pulled back and sneezed.
“Sorry, Dom.”
“I’m sorry too.”
“For what?”
“Breaking my promise.” Billy’s eyes widened in horror as Dom rolled him onto the bed and started tickling him again. Billy howled.
Astin walked into the room. Dom froze.
“Do you ever knock?”
“Orli told me they left Billy stoned. I came to check on him.”
“Christ,” Dom said. He felt his face grow hot. Billy was flat on his back beneath him. Dom was holding both Billy’s wrists captive in one of his hands. His knees straddled Billy’s hips.
“I’m alright,” Billy said. He winked at Sean. “Just a bit of foreplay.”
Dom made a strangled sound and Astin rolled his eyes.
“Don’t take advantage of him, Dom,” Astin said and banged out of the room.
“I can’t believe you just said that!”
“I like foreplay.” Billy took a deep breath and blew it out. “I like…”
Dom put a finger to Billy’s lips.
“Don’t say things when you’re stoned, Bill. People will wonder if you really mean them.”
“I do,” Billy whispered.
“Then you’ll still mean it when you tell me later. Now get dressed.”
~*~
America
Billy pulled the zipper on his jacket up so only his eyes were left visible. They watered in the cold wind.
“Alright, Bill?” Dom wrapped his arms around Billy from behind.
“Just cold,” Billy said.
“You shouldn’t be out here.” Billy had had a fever two days ago. Dom still hadn’t gotten over his concern.
“I’m fine,” Billy said and smiled before he realized Dom couldn’t see it anyway. He felt like smiling. The view from here was beautiful, snow-capped mountains on the far side of a river valley, and Dom’s arms were warm.
“Let’s wait for them in the car,” Dom whispered in his ear.
“Okay.”
They sat in the backseat. Through the windshield Billy could see two tiny figures in the distance making their way along the river.
“That’s Lijah and Orli. Where’s Viggo?”
“Dunno. Wrestling with bears probably.”
“I’m still cold,” Billy said.
Dom rubbed one gloved hand up and down Billy’s back.
“When are you going to kiss me?”
Dom’s hand stopped moving. He cleared his throat.
“Is it okay if I do it now?”
Billy nodded and pulled his hood off of his head. Dom smiled at him and took off one of his gloves, placing his cold fingers on Billy’s cheek. Billy closed his eyes.
“It’s not time to go back to the car yet,” Viggo said.
“Why not?” Elijah asked.
“Are Billy and Dom making out in the backseat?”
Elijah took an excited breath.
“Are they fucking?”
“Did you watch?”
“Did you take pictures?”
“I want to see.”
Viggo smiled enigmatically and said nothing.
The kiss was tentative at first. It was softly questioning, delicately seeking. Then Billy took a deep breath that seemed to fuel a fire in him. Dom ended up a little bruised and breathless. He smiled anyway.
“Do you think they’re watching from the bushes?”
Billy grunted. “Probably.” He could see his breath on the air and snuggled closer to Dom. “I want to get inside your clothes with you.”
“I’d like to have you there.” Dom unzipped his jacket and pulled Billy tight against his chest, wrapping the jacket around him and pulling the zipper up. When the others finally came back Billy was sound asleep there, burrowed into Dom’s coat.
Viggo tossed him a friendly smile.
“Which one of you had the balls to finally do it?” Orlando asked.
“Just drive,” Dom said.
Elijah sat next to him in the back seat and pet Billy’s head shyly.
“Is he feeling better?”
“Yes.”
“Are you happy?”
“Very.”
“Good.”
Elijah settled back into his seat. Dom closed his eyes and held Billy tightly until Orli dropped them off home.
The earlier ones are ones I'm proud of but they carry a lot of pain. There is love. But there is a lot of pain. The last one I'm proud of because it contains (so I like to think) the pain of love, but also the ridiculous beauty of it. That is a beauty you all have taught me. I have learned many things in my life. But you, you helped me see the most important lesson of all. Bring Your Own Joy.
So this, my friends, is really my love letter to all of you.
Happy Monaboyd Month.
On the way Home
Author: Hyacinth
Pairing: d/b
Disclaimer: Fiction
Rating: PG
We walked the elegant streets in the pink light of dawn. You were thirsty from drinking too much wine in the night. Your lips were stained red in their creases, reminding me of blood. I thought that’s how you would look if we were soldiers and you lay wounded and dying in my arms. Perhaps that had happened to us once in a life lived long ago. Of course we would have known each other. If we do come back to live again and again there’s not a doubt in my mind that the world will arrange itself each time so that our two souls will meet.
I bought you a frozen lemonade and you sucked it down eagerly. I walked with my hands in my pockets, rattling coins. You got a brain freeze and dropped to a squat on the pavement, pressing the heels of your hands against your eyes. I shook my head and sighed. You’re always doing things like this, making an arse of yourself. You’re too eager, impulsive, a child, but one that I love.
I rubbed your back. Your shoulder blades were tensed like wings poised for flight. You fluttered and sighed as you let the pain go.
Further on, past the gray church with its dark windows and open-mouthed gargoyles, the saunter returned to your step. You had a twinkle in your eyes and I liked to think it was because of me. Listen, I want to be all your twinkles and all your tears and all your joys forever. If I should die first this time I will go live in the dark seas of your eyes. I’ll swim and shine there until they shut for all time. They shall bury us both together when they bury you. Then, perhaps, in the next life, I will find you sooner.
I was staying on the fourth floor of a small hotel. We tiptoed past the sleeping porter for the stairs. I made my feet drag slowly, counting the steps until we parted.
On the first landing I hugged you goodbye. You said you’d see me tomorrow, today, ha, ha, whenever. I’ll always know what you mean.
On the second landing you were still with me and I kissed your cheek, cupped your face in my hand and called you, “friend.” You began to talk rapidly in French and I couldn’t understand you but I liked the sound of you. You knew I liked it. That’s why you did it. Our hands touched on the banister.
You began to back away, towards the stairs, your bed and your dreams. Our fingers slid against each other on the cool wood and I stretched out my arm to prolong the touch. Your shoes clattered loudly on the marble stairs. You called me “friend” in half a dozen languages over your shoulder.
The flight to the third landing was long and lonely. My feet dragged again, sad to be leaving you. I paused to feel old and sorrowful.
The cacophony that was you resounded in the stairwell. I looked down over the railing to see you rising towards me. Your brown shoes blurred in their haste. You paused for half a smile and kissed me full and long on the lips.
I said, “Dommie,” and patted your hand.
I said, “Tired?” and you let your lashes fall to your cheeks and nodded.
The last flight of stairs wasn’t lonely with your hand clutched in my hand. You leaned against my shoulder while I jiggled the lock in the door then walked ahead of me into the soft, morning room.
You left a trail from the door to the bed, two brown shoes, soft, charcoal pants, fuzzy, black shirt, dark, blue boxers. You dove head first under the yellow covers like the boy we saw in Mexico diving into the sunlit sea in the evening. I followed after, picking up your clothes like breadcrumbs, following the trail you left me, finding my way home.
The Main Thing
d/b
For
aire_blair because she wanted something kind of like this.Disclaimer: Yeah, this never really happened.
Love me gently. It used to be fierce, my love for you. It used to be waking in the morning ready to slice my life’s blood from this body of mine if you wouldn’t love me. It used to be staying up all night, dreaming of you and falling asleep at midday to forget you. It used to be trembling hands and not eating. It used to be some kind of curse. I couldn’t think right. My whole soul sang one song that was your name. Billy upon waking. Billy in the shower. Billy dressing. Billy when tying my shoes.
Love mellows. It becomes a part of me. Fits into my soul. It’s just this part of me roped off with yellow tape reading unrequited, like caution signs around a crime scene. It’s no crime though. No crime to love you. As long as I keep it secret, sacred, unto myself alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.
I used to think I’d find you, that you’d come across me quite suddenly while I trolled amongst the waves off Venice Beach. My loneliness, my want for you, seemed to scream out of me like an ambulance siren too high pitched for any ears but yours. All the way in the sun-drenched warmth of Mexico or on the cloudy shores of Scotland you would hear it. Come to rescue me. I don’t want to be the kind of person that needs rescuing. Except if it was you.
I am given to flights of fancy. Your figure emerging from the June gloom, steering my surf board towards shore and warm lamp light and the warmth of you. Why must I always pad my way across these sands on my own? Do I leave footprints? Am I anything without you? I will walk. I will walk across the teaming city of LA into the snowcapped mountains and down into the desert. I will pass great monuments of stone and time. I will travel through fabled Dixieland, strike out from Jacksonville and swim for your shores.
I will prostrate my self for you, if that’s what you want. Or I will tap dance on the ceiling. I will wear brightly colored flowers in my hair. Just so you will love me. I grow ridiculous. It shows more as I age. I can’t unwrap my thoughts from you.
You visit me at the end of summer. The days are all warm. They’re always warm here but cool at night. We wait until dark and then walk to the Mexican restaurant and eat salsa as hot as we can stand it. We walk back and I want to take your hand and run off into some Never-land with you. Why do I have to grow up? Can’t I wallow in my boyish crush for one day longer?
“My rooster. My Pan,” you say to me. “You keep me young.”
How come LA always feels like the very edge of the world? Why this Mecca that will slip off at any moment into the sea? It is all dreams and stardust and your eyes. I spread my hands as if you had asked me an unanswerable question.
“I don’t know,” I say.
“I’m thinking about missing you all the time I’m with you.”
“You don’t. It’s not something you’d do.”
“But that’s what you want me to say. So I’ll say it.”
“Where is that comfortable place you live in, Bills? Tell me.”
“First star to the right and keep on till morning.”
“I’m a lost boy.”
“Not so lost. I’ve found you.”
“Are you lost?”
You chuckled. “I am. Doesn’t make it much of rescue mission now, does it?”
“Rescue?”
“I don’t want to rescue you. I want to remember you as you were, as you are. Don’t ever change.”
“Not even for the better?” These are the types of conversations I can have with you. You don’t think ill of me for them.
“You always change. You’re like crystal in light. Hidden depths you have. But I don’t want you to lose them. That’s what I mean.”
Kiss me. I thought. I thought and thought it. It must have been the millionth time.
It’s a charm, that millionth.
I kissed back.
“You must promise me I’ll never lose you,” you said. You’re so tough, so cheerful but there are little cracks in you.
“Never, you might misplace me though.”
You put your hand over your heart. “You’re just here. Always. I always know where to find you.”
I blinked back tears. You touched my heart.
“You’ll keep me there as well?”
“You’ve moved in. Made yourself rather comfy, haven’t you?”
You kissed me again. And then we walked homeward hand in hand.
Many things happened to me in my life, but you, you were the main thing.
Four Hotel Rooms and a Backseat
d/b
Disclaimer: This is not a true story.
Wellington
Dom paced the hotel room, still energized by the afternoon’s excitement, though Billy knew he hadn’t slept in over twenty hours, and he was jet-lagged. Billy flopped across the bed with a groan of exhaustion. Dom stopped pacing and pulled the knot on his tie loose.
“That was brilliant, yeah?”
“Great,” Billy agreed. “Surreal.”
“Want me to fix you a drink?”
Billy put his forearm over his eyes and shook his head. “No. Well yes, a little one. Maybe a big one? I don’t know. You decide.”
Dom laughed a little and Billy heard him clinking glasses and ice cubes around. He started to nod off before Dom touched the cool glass against the back of his hand. Billy tried to sit up to take it but he wasn’t interested in it after all.
“I need to sleep.”
Dom set the glass down on the night table.
“Okay. I’ll just finish mine and go.”
Billy shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Stay. You could have brought that whole crowd back with you and I’d sleep anyway.”
Dom flopped onto the bed, sending Billy bouncing around. Dom snuggled against his side.
“It was like being a rock star wasn’t it, Bill?”
“It certainly was loud.”
Dom wiggled around. “Don’t be blasé about it, Bill. It was incredible.”
Billy heaved a great yawn and put his hand on the top of Dom’s head, tangling his fingers into the hair and tugging gently.
“I’m not blasé. I’m sleepy.”
Dom hugged Billy fiercely around his middle. It hurt.
“Ow, Dom.”
“You’re so very tiny, Bill.”
“I am, but not all over.”
Dom propped himself up on one elbow to leer down at Billy.
”Oh?”
Billy nodded and smiled in a self-satisfied, if slightly sleepy way. “My big toe is humongous.”
“Is that all?”
“No. Yes. I don’t want to lie here with you and talk about my penis.”
Dom laughed again and planted a kiss on Billy’s forehead. Billy smiled. Dom ran his fingers over the spot he kissed.
“You get wrinkles there when you smile.”
“Really!? Is my hair starting to recede as well?” Billy stuck out his tongue.
“Stop it. You’re handsome.” He hugged Billy again, gentler this time.
The door opened and Astin walked in. He snorted when he saw the two of them entwined on the bed.
“Are you two officially lovers now?”
“I’m just snuggling him,” Dom said crossly.
“He’s lying,” Billy said. “He’s trying to take advantage of me when I’m too sleepy to resist him.”
“Dom, you’re such a slut.”
Dom whipped a pillow across the room. Sean caught it handily and sat in a chair with it. Dom glared at him.
“Why are you here?”
“Sometimes you can knock on doors,” Billy said, but he didn’t seem embarrassed to be caught lying in Dom’s embrace.
Sean seemed to find this amusing. “Elijah wanted to come. I don’t know where he’s got to. He was right behind me.”
Elijah chose that moment to bang into the room, bouncing off the door jams like a pinball and giggling. He took in the scene on the bed and the giggles got worse.
“Dom, you whore!”
Elijah launched himself at the bed, knocking the air out of Billy and annoying Dom.
“Doodle, you’re drunk,” Dom scolded. “Get off him.”
“Yes Mum.” Elijah tried to wiggle himself into the warm space between Billy and Dom but Dom was having none of it.
“Other side of him. I’m here!”
“Share, Dommie,” Elijah whined but he wiggled himself to the other side of Billy. This put him precariously close to the edge of the bed and he clung on to Billy’s arm. Billy rolled over, away from Dom, to make more room and pulled Elijah closer to him. Elijah smiled and made a face at Dom over Billy’s shoulder.
Billy began to tickle him and Elijah laughed until Billy started to hump himself against Elijah’s thigh, then he shrieked.
“Ear drums!” Dom complained. “The sound barrier. The space-time continuum. Everything is destroyed.”
Sean got up and closed the door to the room. “That’s enough,” he said.
It felt funny, Dom thought, to not be the one Astin was scolding. Billy let Elijah go and he promptly fell to the floor beside the bed, gasping for breath and trying to look contrite and disgusted.
“You loved it,” Billy mumbled.
Dom grabbed the whiskey he had poured earlier and gulped it. The room wavered a bit. Sean grabbed Elijah by the back of his shirt and hauled him to his feet.
“Everyone get out now, please,” Billy said, his voice was thick with sleep.
“Sorry, Bill.” Sean said. “We’ll let you sleep. Call us tomorrow.” He pushed Elijah ahead of him into the hall. “Come on, Dom.”
Dom shook his head in disbelief. “He didn’t mean me.”
“He needs to…’
“No,” Billy interrupted. “He’s okay.”
Sean shrugged, waved, and shut the door. The room wavered again.
“I think I’m tired now, Bill.”
“I know you are. Come here.” Billy didn’t open his eyes.
“We’ve still got our suits on. They’ll be all wrinkled.”
“Don’t care,” Billy said. His mouth went slack and he was sleeping. Dom sighed.
“That’s lovely,” he whispered. He went to pull Billy’s shoes off and took the tie from around his throat. There was no way to remove his other things without disturbing him so Dom didn’t. He removed his own things instead and stretched out under the covers. Billy was sleeping all wrong, across the bed with his feet still on the floor, but Dom figured Billy would wake at some point in the night and fix himself. It didn’t matter, all that mattered right then was that they both slept.
~*~
Paris
“Oh shite!” Billy whispered. “Shhh! Dom’s sleeping.”
It was four o’ clock in the afternoon. Dom was lying on his stomach, his hands under the pillow, the sunlight falling in golden bars across the skin of his back. The sheets were pulled up to his hips but not far enough. Billy could see the band of his boxers and a bit of arse cleavage peaking out over the top of them.
Billy turned to Viggo and smiled nervously. Viggo just raised his eyebrows and gave him a tight smile in return. If it had been Sean or Elijah that had been with him they would have immediately started taking the piss out of him and Billy could have told them both where to put it.
Viggo didn’t say anything at all. It was unnerving.
“I don’t even know what he’s doing here. He has his own room. He wasn’t here when I left, so…He has a habit of turning up. Well, not a habit per se…” Me thinks thou dost protest too much. Billy stopped prattling. Viggo probably didn’t care why Dom was in Billy’s bed, and it wasn’t like Billy had anything to hide anyway.
He turned to the bed. “Oi! Dommie!”
Dom sat up, red marks from the pillow all down one cheek and blinked blearily at them.
“What?”
“What? What are you doing in my bed? That’s what.”
Dom lay back down, facing the ceiling this time, and rubbed his hands over his eyes.
“My air conditioner is broken.”
“Oh,” Billy said. “How’d you get in here anyway?”
“I just pretended to be you. Just used your accent and stuff. People think I look like you. They gave me a key.”
“Oh,” Billy said again. He stood there for a minute or two, unable to form complete thoughts for some reason. He realized he was just staring at Dom and that Viggo was watching him stare. “Dom’s here,” Billy said to Dom. “I mean, Viggo. Viggo is here. Right, I’m going to have tea. Want tea?”
“Tea, yes,” Dom said groggily.
“I’ll go,” Viggo said.
“Oh?” Billy turned away to fiddle with the kettle. His voice was all high-pitched and his face was hot.
“Told Peter I’d stop by.” Viggo put his hand on Billy’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “Goodbye, Bill.”
“Me too,” Dom said.
“Bye Dom.” Viggo turned quietly and left.
“He kisses you more than he kisses me.”
Billy rolled his eyes.
“He thinks you and I are having an affair.”
Dom’s eyes opened and he sat up in the bed.
“A love affair?”
“No, you dolt, he thinks we’re having a business affair. He thinks we’re secretly conducting business meetings.”
Dom waved this away. “Did he ask you?”
“No, he looks at me funny is all.”
“Maybe he has a crush on you.”
“Or maybe you keep showing up in my bed, half-naked this time!”
“I couldn’t help it. It was so stuffy in my room.”
“It’s four seventeen in the afternoon! Why are you sleeping?”
“I was tired! That’s usually why people sleep, Bill.”
The kettle started to whistle and Billy dropped the argument while he fixed the tea. He knew he was being silly, overreacting. He sipped his tea and carried Dom’s mug to him.
“Do you want me to ignore you in public so people won’t think we love each other?”
Billy was stung by these words and Dom sounded hurt as he said them.
“No, of course not.” Billy heaved a sigh and sat down on the bed. “It wouldn’t matter if you did. Everyone already knows I love you.”
Dom lifted his cup to sip but Billy saw the secret smile of delight that Dom tried to hide behind it.
~*~
Sydney
Dom chewed on the end of his pen thoughtfully.
“Bill? Do you know any sea creatures that have an H as their second letter?”
“Of course I don’t,” Billy said. “I’ve told you a hundred times that I’m rubbish at those things. So are you, I might add.”
“I’m not!”
“Why are you always asking me for help then?”
“That’s how you’re meant to do the Sunday crossword.”
“You’re meant to annoy everyone around you?” Billy said.
“Are you two arguing like an old married couple? Honeymoon over, then?”
Orlando plopped into the seat next to Dom.
“Orli, my one true friend,” Dom said, “Should one ask for help with the Sunday crossword?”
“Absolutely,” Orlando said and Dom beamed. “Especially if one is as thick as you.” He reached over and stole the last piece of toast off Dom’s plate, then summoned the waitress with a raised eyebrow. “Coffee please, love.”
Dom scowled at him. He tried to scowl at Billy too but Billy was hiding behind his section of the newspaper. It was shaking slightly and Dom was certain he was laughing. Dom picked up his coffee cup and took a sip. It was cold and bitter and he felt like tossing it at Orli.
“I’m going to shower,” he said instead. He wandered off.
Orlando’s coffee came and Billy put aside the paper.
“Are you going to go chase after your girlfriend or what?” Orlando asked.
“He’s not my girlfriend.”
“Sorry, your boyfriend then. He seemed a bit miffed. Things not going well in the bedroom?”
Billy refused to be ruffled by Orlando Bloom.
“I don’t think it will be a good day for surfing. It’s a shame. We won’t get another chance this week.”
“Want to go parasailing?”
Billy looked at him in horror.
“No.”
“Hang gliding?”
“Are you mad?”
As Billy clearly wasn’t going to be convinced to endanger his life in any way Orlando left in search of Elijah who was easy to talk into doing all sorts of things. Billy gathered his belongings, noticing that Dom had left his room key on the table next to his nearly-finished crossword.
Billy found him sitting in the courtyard kicking at pebbles.
“Locked out?”
Dom nodded.
“I’m sorry,” Billy said.
Dom shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I’m tired I guess. I needed a bit of a sulk.”
Billy sat down next to him on the bench and put the crossword on Dom’s knee.
“Sea creatures is it?”
“Yes.”
“How many letters?”
“Five.”
“Whale,” Billy said. “Shark.”
Dom slumped in his seat. “Of course. Whale. I really am rubbish at these aren’t I?”
Billy shrugged. “You’re good at other things.”
Dom leaned his head against Billy’s shoulder. “I’m good at annoying you.”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to kick the stuffing out of Orli?”
“Most of the time. He wanted me to go parasailing.”
Dom laughed. “What are you going to do today?”
“Dunno, rent a car maybe. Take a drive in the country?” Billy sighed. “I miss my dog. She would be sticking her head out the window, panting and smiling at the sun.”
“I could do that,” Dom said.
“You’re going to stick your head out the window and pant?”
“Absolutely. Orli says I follow you around like a love-sick puppy anyway.”
“Does he? And here I thought I was following you around.”
“We must both be walking in circles then.”
“Yes,” Billy said. He looked for a moment like he was about to say something else but changed his mind. “I like walking with you,” he said instead. His voice was soft and serious.
Dom smiled at him and kissed him softly on the mouth. Billy squeezed his hand and then seemed to shake of the seriousness.
“Go shower,” he said. “I’ll get the car.”
Dom scampered off. Billy watched him until he was gone then closed his eyes and let a shiver run through him. He put his fingers to his lips for a moment, feeling the spot where Dom had pressed against him so briefly.
~*~
London
“Hullo, Bill. You’re naked.”
Billy scratched at his wet hair, looking around in confusion.
“Have you seen my red bag?”
“No, I’ve seen your bum though.”
“I can’t find my comb.”
“Are you having trouble finding your pants as well?”
“Pardon?”
“You’re starkers, Bill.”
Billy looked down at himself distractedly. “Oh,” he said. “That’s only because I don’t have any clothes on. Help me look?”
For a moment Dom thought Billy wanted help looking at his body, but realized he was still missing his red bag.
“Did you leave it in the cab?”
“I don’t know where it is.”
The hotel room wasn’t big and after several minutes of looking Dom gave up.
“Just use my comb, Bill. I’ll call the cab company to see if it turned up there.” He tossed a pair of pants in Billy’s direction but Billy just let them slide to the floor and sat heavily on the bed. “What’s the matter, Bill?”
“Orli and Billy were here. Me. I’m still here. Elijah left. I got stoned, Dom,” Billy whispered.
“I’m going to tickle you.”
Billy screeched and wiggled up on the bed to hide behind a pillow. “Don’t! You know my heart stops when you do that.”
“But it’s so funny to tickle you when you’re stoned.”
Billy was laughing already. “I can’t breathe! Oh don’t. You can’t tickle a man with no pants on.”
“Put your pants on then.”
“No.”
“You’re going to stay naked just so I won’t tickle you?”
“No! Yes. I am. Good plan.”
Dom let his shoulders slump in defeat. Billy let out a little cackle of victory, bouncing on his knees on the bed. Dom tackled him.
“It’s against the rules!” Billy gasped. “No pants. Not fair.” He put an elbow in Dom’s ribs and managed to slither away. He stood on the far side of the room, panting while Dom massaged his ribs. “You okay, Dom?”
“I’ll live,” Dom grunted. “Come here, Bill.”
Billy shook his head. Dom picked up the boxers shorts again and tossed them at Billy.
“Come here. I promise I won’t tickle.”
Billy cautiously stepped into the pants and came to sit beside Dom on the bed. Dom slung one arm around Billy’s freckled shoulders and smiled at him. Billy smiled back. Dom rubbed his nose against Billy’s. Billy pulled back and sneezed.
“Sorry, Dom.”
“I’m sorry too.”
“For what?”
“Breaking my promise.” Billy’s eyes widened in horror as Dom rolled him onto the bed and started tickling him again. Billy howled.
Astin walked into the room. Dom froze.
“Do you ever knock?”
“Orli told me they left Billy stoned. I came to check on him.”
“Christ,” Dom said. He felt his face grow hot. Billy was flat on his back beneath him. Dom was holding both Billy’s wrists captive in one of his hands. His knees straddled Billy’s hips.
“I’m alright,” Billy said. He winked at Sean. “Just a bit of foreplay.”
Dom made a strangled sound and Astin rolled his eyes.
“Don’t take advantage of him, Dom,” Astin said and banged out of the room.
“I can’t believe you just said that!”
“I like foreplay.” Billy took a deep breath and blew it out. “I like…”
Dom put a finger to Billy’s lips.
“Don’t say things when you’re stoned, Bill. People will wonder if you really mean them.”
“I do,” Billy whispered.
“Then you’ll still mean it when you tell me later. Now get dressed.”
~*~
America
Billy pulled the zipper on his jacket up so only his eyes were left visible. They watered in the cold wind.
“Alright, Bill?” Dom wrapped his arms around Billy from behind.
“Just cold,” Billy said.
“You shouldn’t be out here.” Billy had had a fever two days ago. Dom still hadn’t gotten over his concern.
“I’m fine,” Billy said and smiled before he realized Dom couldn’t see it anyway. He felt like smiling. The view from here was beautiful, snow-capped mountains on the far side of a river valley, and Dom’s arms were warm.
“Let’s wait for them in the car,” Dom whispered in his ear.
“Okay.”
They sat in the backseat. Through the windshield Billy could see two tiny figures in the distance making their way along the river.
“That’s Lijah and Orli. Where’s Viggo?”
“Dunno. Wrestling with bears probably.”
“I’m still cold,” Billy said.
Dom rubbed one gloved hand up and down Billy’s back.
“When are you going to kiss me?”
Dom’s hand stopped moving. He cleared his throat.
“Is it okay if I do it now?”
Billy nodded and pulled his hood off of his head. Dom smiled at him and took off one of his gloves, placing his cold fingers on Billy’s cheek. Billy closed his eyes.
“It’s not time to go back to the car yet,” Viggo said.
“Why not?” Elijah asked.
“Are Billy and Dom making out in the backseat?”
Elijah took an excited breath.
“Are they fucking?”
“Did you watch?”
“Did you take pictures?”
“I want to see.”
Viggo smiled enigmatically and said nothing.
The kiss was tentative at first. It was softly questioning, delicately seeking. Then Billy took a deep breath that seemed to fuel a fire in him. Dom ended up a little bruised and breathless. He smiled anyway.
“Do you think they’re watching from the bushes?”
Billy grunted. “Probably.” He could see his breath on the air and snuggled closer to Dom. “I want to get inside your clothes with you.”
“I’d like to have you there.” Dom unzipped his jacket and pulled Billy tight against his chest, wrapping the jacket around him and pulling the zipper up. When the others finally came back Billy was sound asleep there, burrowed into Dom’s coat.
Viggo tossed him a friendly smile.
“Which one of you had the balls to finally do it?” Orlando asked.
“Just drive,” Dom said.
Elijah sat next to him in the back seat and pet Billy’s head shyly.
“Is he feeling better?”
“Yes.”
“Are you happy?”
“Very.”
“Good.”
Elijah settled back into his seat. Dom closed his eyes and held Billy tightly until Orli dropped them off home.
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Date: 2010-09-06 11:14 pm (UTC)These were all delightful; Four Hotels really engaged me, however, that mad dance these two take as they circle around each other, checking it out, ("We must both be walking in circles then."), drawing closer and closer. Your peripheral characters are always spot on. I find your writing plays like a film, is very visual, and the voices of the characters distinct and honest. Loved it!