fic: The Size Of Something
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monaboyd_monthTitle: The Size Of Something
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vensre
Rating: low R for language
Disclaimer: This fiction is for fun, not for serious.
Summary: A night of drunken shenanigans ends in more drunken shenanigans.
Author's Note: I found the bones of this foolish little thing in my old notebooks and realised I had never posted it. Possibly for good reason, but here it is anyway. Happy monaboyd month! Thanks go tolunchy_munchy for concrit under pressure and telling me this story didn't suck, and to pippins_penny for accidentally pinch-hitting for me on the 26th. XD
"I fuckin' dare you, c'mon," Orlando crowed from his precarious position hanging over the back of the sofa, his voice suddenly, excitedly loud.
"What is he on about?"
"Better not to ask, I think. Looks like it's bedtime for Orlando."
"Don't forget to lay him on his side!"
The task of herding Orlando off to whichever bedroom Liv hadn't claimed fell to Bean, who seemed the steadiest on his feet. This was only the second Fellowship Collective Spree of Alcohol and Silliness, but patterns were already emerging.
"What was he daring you, Bill?" Dom asked, sprawled happily in his staked-out floorspace, halfway under the coffee table.
"I will say that it involved inaprapirate, eh, inpra— ...bad. Bad touching."
"Aw, he's sweet on you. Isn't that precious?"
"Who wouldn't be sweet on me?"
Elijah, intent on his muted game, crashed the station wagon into the tank and blew everything on-screen to hell. He groaned, laughing, flung his arms up and tipped the video chair over backwards, which obliged Billy and Dom to point and laugh at him too.
"Fucking fuck me," Elijah wheezed. "I'm shit at this."
"Even moreso with booze for blood," Billy agreed.
"I'm for bed. 'Cause I feel good..." Elijah rolled upright and made his unsteady way down the hall, goodnights following from the other hobbits (minus Sean, who had bailed hours ago in favour of dinner with his family. Lucky bastard).
Dom reached with one foot, accidentally unplugging at least one of the controllers before he finally succeeded in shutting off the console with his toes. "What did Orli say? He was gonna grope you?"
"Pff, not him groping me. Some dare that'd be."
"He could dare you to let him. Unsubtle, but he could."
"It wasn't even to do with him. That's when I knew it was time to shut him up." Billy grinned conspiratorially across at Dom's knees. "He wanted me to feel up my unsuspecting castmates."
"What, everybody?"
"Nah, just you. Because you'd let me, or so he claimed. And you'd like it."
"Ah, Orlando. Always m' best interests at heart, that one."
"Which is true. At least he hasn't tried to sic Viggo on you. That you know of. Yet. Probably only because he's buggered off somewhere. I bet he's a freak in the sheets."
"Vig?"
"Yeah, think on it."
Forehead wrinkling, Dom thought on it. "Not completely sure I want to go there."
"Bet you don't, too. That's not safe."
Dom rolled out from his spot beneath the table and sat up, propping his elbows on the top. "Better it's you after all."
"So you would let me. Is that because I'm your best mate, or because you just let people?"
The implications of that didn't seem entirely fair to Dom, since everyone was as handsy as everyone else on-set, but he let it slide. "Almost definitely more because it's you than because of loose personal space boundaries. Or loose morals."
"That's quite promising."
"Yeah, isn't it."
There was a medium-length and rather formless silence. Billy was slumped so deep into the leather sofa that he was barely visible.
Dom lifted his head expectantly. "Well?"
"What?"
"We keeping this all theoretical, or were you going to try something?"
"I don't need to take any dares from drunken elves."
Billy had closed his eyes, but when Dom's voice next sounded right beside him he didn't seem too surprised. Perhaps Dom hadn't been as ninja-like clambering up onto the sofa as he imagined. "So you mind if I try something?"
Green eyes slitted open. "Such as?"
"Just a little something. Nothing bad."
Billy pretended to deliberate, but he wasn't hiding his amusement very well. At last he said, "Just a little something, then," and tilted his head, lazily challenging.
"Yeah, good," breathed Dom, and kissed him, new but almost familiar, all cosy heat and one arm curling behind Billy, nearly toppling them.
Time passed, probably. The kiss lasted, or maybe it was more than one kiss.
"Don't fuck with me, Dominic. You said a little something."
Dom wedged himself alongside Billy on the sofa, who made room with a grumble of laughter. "Because it's you, this is as small-scale as it gets," Dom said.
Billy rubbed Dom's cropped hair. "You enormous flirt," he accused fondly, then rolled Dom over for a little something more.
END
Author:
vensreRating: low R for language
Disclaimer: This fiction is for fun, not for serious.
Summary: A night of drunken shenanigans ends in more drunken shenanigans.
Author's Note: I found the bones of this foolish little thing in my old notebooks and realised I had never posted it. Possibly for good reason, but here it is anyway. Happy monaboyd month! Thanks go to
lunchy_munchy for concrit under pressure and telling me this story didn't suck, and to pippins_penny for accidentally pinch-hitting for me on the 26th. XD"I fuckin' dare you, c'mon," Orlando crowed from his precarious position hanging over the back of the sofa, his voice suddenly, excitedly loud.
"What is he on about?"
"Better not to ask, I think. Looks like it's bedtime for Orlando."
"Don't forget to lay him on his side!"
The task of herding Orlando off to whichever bedroom Liv hadn't claimed fell to Bean, who seemed the steadiest on his feet. This was only the second Fellowship Collective Spree of Alcohol and Silliness, but patterns were already emerging.
"What was he daring you, Bill?" Dom asked, sprawled happily in his staked-out floorspace, halfway under the coffee table.
"I will say that it involved inaprapirate, eh, inpra— ...bad. Bad touching."
"Aw, he's sweet on you. Isn't that precious?"
"Who wouldn't be sweet on me?"
Elijah, intent on his muted game, crashed the station wagon into the tank and blew everything on-screen to hell. He groaned, laughing, flung his arms up and tipped the video chair over backwards, which obliged Billy and Dom to point and laugh at him too.
"Fucking fuck me," Elijah wheezed. "I'm shit at this."
"Even moreso with booze for blood," Billy agreed.
"I'm for bed. 'Cause I feel good..." Elijah rolled upright and made his unsteady way down the hall, goodnights following from the other hobbits (minus Sean, who had bailed hours ago in favour of dinner with his family. Lucky bastard).
Dom reached with one foot, accidentally unplugging at least one of the controllers before he finally succeeded in shutting off the console with his toes. "What did Orli say? He was gonna grope you?"
"Pff, not him groping me. Some dare that'd be."
"He could dare you to let him. Unsubtle, but he could."
"It wasn't even to do with him. That's when I knew it was time to shut him up." Billy grinned conspiratorially across at Dom's knees. "He wanted me to feel up my unsuspecting castmates."
"What, everybody?"
"Nah, just you. Because you'd let me, or so he claimed. And you'd like it."
"Ah, Orlando. Always m' best interests at heart, that one."
"Which is true. At least he hasn't tried to sic Viggo on you. That you know of. Yet. Probably only because he's buggered off somewhere. I bet he's a freak in the sheets."
"Vig?"
"Yeah, think on it."
Forehead wrinkling, Dom thought on it. "Not completely sure I want to go there."
"Bet you don't, too. That's not safe."
Dom rolled out from his spot beneath the table and sat up, propping his elbows on the top. "Better it's you after all."
"So you would let me. Is that because I'm your best mate, or because you just let people?"
The implications of that didn't seem entirely fair to Dom, since everyone was as handsy as everyone else on-set, but he let it slide. "Almost definitely more because it's you than because of loose personal space boundaries. Or loose morals."
"That's quite promising."
"Yeah, isn't it."
There was a medium-length and rather formless silence. Billy was slumped so deep into the leather sofa that he was barely visible.
Dom lifted his head expectantly. "Well?"
"What?"
"We keeping this all theoretical, or were you going to try something?"
"I don't need to take any dares from drunken elves."
Billy had closed his eyes, but when Dom's voice next sounded right beside him he didn't seem too surprised. Perhaps Dom hadn't been as ninja-like clambering up onto the sofa as he imagined. "So you mind if I try something?"
Green eyes slitted open. "Such as?"
"Just a little something. Nothing bad."
Billy pretended to deliberate, but he wasn't hiding his amusement very well. At last he said, "Just a little something, then," and tilted his head, lazily challenging.
"Yeah, good," breathed Dom, and kissed him, new but almost familiar, all cosy heat and one arm curling behind Billy, nearly toppling them.
Time passed, probably. The kiss lasted, or maybe it was more than one kiss.
"Don't fuck with me, Dominic. You said a little something."
Dom wedged himself alongside Billy on the sofa, who made room with a grumble of laughter. "Because it's you, this is as small-scale as it gets," Dom said.
Billy rubbed Dom's cropped hair. "You enormous flirt," he accused fondly, then rolled Dom over for a little something more.
END
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Date: 2010-06-29 09:07 am (UTC)This made me laugh!
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Date: 2010-06-29 10:46 am (UTC)i LOVE the little => little more, I LOVE EEEEET.
congratulations at failing to suck :D
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Date: 2010-06-29 05:43 pm (UTC)Yay, Ven!fic. :D:D:D
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Date: 2010-06-30 01:53 am (UTC)did laugh merrily *face palm for pun*
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Date: 2010-07-01 09:34 pm (UTC)Fantastic. Fun and silly and still sweet and sexy.
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Date: 2010-12-15 08:11 am (UTC)slumped so deep into the leather sofa that he was barely visible
Because it's you, this is as small-scale as it gets
this is super happy-making!