fic: The Pleasure of a Sunday Morning
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monaboyd_monthYay, Free For All Day! It always thrills me to see how many people are excited to post now even after they've had their day. :D And here's my contribution:
The Pleasure of a Sunday Morning
Billy/Dom
PG-13
"I like this line." Dom says, reaching out and tracing a delicate crease just to the side of Billy's left eye.
Billy tries to swat him away. "Are you being daft again?"
"Always. Always and forever." Dom says, solemn. He tugs Billy back down. They're side by side, comfortably intimate without being crowded, just sharing space. "I'm not taking the piss, though. I really do like that line. I might even love it. And this, too."
His finger has migrated up and over, brushing Billy's hairline.
"My hair? You love my hair?"
"What's left of it to love." Dom smirks. "But no, I love this."
He gives a little yank on a strand or two. Billy shifts away, only to roll right back over.
"I love the gray." Dom explains. "It's dignified."
"Well, I've never." Billy feigns offense.
Dom smiles at him, small and almost tender. He leans in and kisses Billy, soft dry lips against even softer ones. Close-mouthed, chaste only not. Hint of pressure, but a lazy kiss, one that's not going anywhere. A kiss perfectly content to begin and end the very same way, no evolution contained within. Dom's beginning to liken the kiss to their own relationships, spin metaphors and similes, when Billy taps the side of his head with fisted knuckles. "What's that for?"
"Thinking too loud." Billy says, turning and stretching out, his arm catching Dom and reeling him in. Dom goes willingly, happily.
His head is on Billy's shoulder.
"You smell good." He says, turning his face in to press against the worn cloth of his shirt. "But this shirt is ugly."
"Have you taken a look at your own closet lately, Dominic? It's none too pretty. I think your colors have had a war. They're splattered all over each other. The survivors might breed, and create even more visual offenses if you don't do something about it soon." Billy says, in a rambling wandering nonsense voice that makes Dom grin. Sometimes Billy talks and says wonderful, wise things. Sometimes he says things that make Dom want to pee himself with laughter. And sometimes he just talks about Billy, as it happens, is fairly good at talking and even better at making nonsense sound like something that makes a good bit of sense because you're too busy listening to him to actually hear him.
Dom touches his finger to Billy's bottom lip, silencing him mid-word. "I like this, too."
Smirk, quick and wicked. "Oh, I know y'do."
"Not just your mouth, but this." He taps a finger to Billy's upper lip. "Filtrum."
The smile turns softer, squinting softly until it pops into place. "You said that once in an interview."
"Meant it." Dom says, pressing a kiss to that very spot. When he pulls back Billy is staring at him in that way that still makes Dom's stomach do funny things, ten years later. He kisses Billy again, licks his filtrum, laughs.
"None of that, now. What did we say?" Billy says, but his hand is on the back of Dom's head, fingers in his hair.
"Sunday morning is for lazing." Dom repeats, droll like a school child who has had a lesson crammed into his head. "You know we try this every Sunday, and it never works."
"Well, today it will."
"We get bored just laying in bed. It's always the same."
"Not this week."
"We'll just have sex, or start to fight."
"Or both."
"Or both!"
"But not this week."
Dom smiles, acquiesces, though impatience is already itching through him. They've got things to do today, and he has every intention of having Billy naked before he gets to any of it.
But on the other hand, it is nice to just rest here, feel Billy beside him and around him.
He shifts again so he can look at Billy some more, and then reaches up to touch the tip of his nose. "Have I told you all the reasons I like this..."
The Pleasure of a Sunday Morning
Billy/Dom
PG-13
"I like this line." Dom says, reaching out and tracing a delicate crease just to the side of Billy's left eye.
Billy tries to swat him away. "Are you being daft again?"
"Always. Always and forever." Dom says, solemn. He tugs Billy back down. They're side by side, comfortably intimate without being crowded, just sharing space. "I'm not taking the piss, though. I really do like that line. I might even love it. And this, too."
His finger has migrated up and over, brushing Billy's hairline.
"My hair? You love my hair?"
"What's left of it to love." Dom smirks. "But no, I love this."
He gives a little yank on a strand or two. Billy shifts away, only to roll right back over.
"I love the gray." Dom explains. "It's dignified."
"Well, I've never." Billy feigns offense.
Dom smiles at him, small and almost tender. He leans in and kisses Billy, soft dry lips against even softer ones. Close-mouthed, chaste only not. Hint of pressure, but a lazy kiss, one that's not going anywhere. A kiss perfectly content to begin and end the very same way, no evolution contained within. Dom's beginning to liken the kiss to their own relationships, spin metaphors and similes, when Billy taps the side of his head with fisted knuckles. "What's that for?"
"Thinking too loud." Billy says, turning and stretching out, his arm catching Dom and reeling him in. Dom goes willingly, happily.
His head is on Billy's shoulder.
"You smell good." He says, turning his face in to press against the worn cloth of his shirt. "But this shirt is ugly."
"Have you taken a look at your own closet lately, Dominic? It's none too pretty. I think your colors have had a war. They're splattered all over each other. The survivors might breed, and create even more visual offenses if you don't do something about it soon." Billy says, in a rambling wandering nonsense voice that makes Dom grin. Sometimes Billy talks and says wonderful, wise things. Sometimes he says things that make Dom want to pee himself with laughter. And sometimes he just talks about Billy, as it happens, is fairly good at talking and even better at making nonsense sound like something that makes a good bit of sense because you're too busy listening to him to actually hear him.
Dom touches his finger to Billy's bottom lip, silencing him mid-word. "I like this, too."
Smirk, quick and wicked. "Oh, I know y'do."
"Not just your mouth, but this." He taps a finger to Billy's upper lip. "Filtrum."
The smile turns softer, squinting softly until it pops into place. "You said that once in an interview."
"Meant it." Dom says, pressing a kiss to that very spot. When he pulls back Billy is staring at him in that way that still makes Dom's stomach do funny things, ten years later. He kisses Billy again, licks his filtrum, laughs.
"None of that, now. What did we say?" Billy says, but his hand is on the back of Dom's head, fingers in his hair.
"Sunday morning is for lazing." Dom repeats, droll like a school child who has had a lesson crammed into his head. "You know we try this every Sunday, and it never works."
"Well, today it will."
"We get bored just laying in bed. It's always the same."
"Not this week."
"We'll just have sex, or start to fight."
"Or both."
"Or both!"
"But not this week."
Dom smiles, acquiesces, though impatience is already itching through him. They've got things to do today, and he has every intention of having Billy naked before he gets to any of it.
But on the other hand, it is nice to just rest here, feel Billy beside him and around him.
He shifts again so he can look at Billy some more, and then reaches up to touch the tip of his nose. "Have I told you all the reasons I like this..."
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Date: 2010-07-02 02:45 pm (UTC)Aw, this is lovely and sweet. But tell the lads no fighting!
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Date: 2010-07-03 02:57 am (UTC)lovely lovely schmoop
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Date: 2010-07-05 02:28 pm (UTC)chaste only not
Great kiss and wonderful way of describing it.
and even better at making nonsense sound like something that makes a good bit of sense because you're too busy listening to him to actually hear him
I couldn't agree more. :-)