monaboyd_month | Fiction

A little hopelessly into sweat and smut - hopefully I will die happy.

One more...

Author - Carribbe
Pairing- Dom/Billy
Rating - PG 13 - intended to be a work in progress.
Disclaimer - fiction and wishful thinking.
Summary - setting is near present day @ the conclusion of Billy's '09 US east coast tour - a touch of a hurt/comfort fic, which I always find deliciously fun.

Dom grabbed Billy’s lapels suddenly with both hands and shoved him roughly backward until they both collided heavily with the dressing room wall. Nose to nose he searched Billy’s eyes with his own before continuing, and when finally he spoke his voice had fallen to the level of a low, harsh timbre.

“How long did you think I could wait, Billy?" Dom asked sharply. “How long, huh?” he persisted, shaking him roughly.

“What the hell are ye talking about, Dom?" Billy returned defensively, voice escalating as he shrugged his shoulders with determination, his own anger sparking in response.

How long would you wait, huh?” Dom continued sarcastically, barely listening as he tightened his grip on Billy's jacket. Billy remained quiet, meeting Dom’s eyes but momentarily not moving or challenging him further. Whatever it was this outburst represented, it wasn’t his usual way of doing things, and Billy recognized that it was better to wait a bit longer before pushing Dom harder for insight. He needed to be sure he understood the situation clearly.

Without thinking Billy licked his lips quickly attempting to buy himself a little more time. It was an innocent, uncalculated gesture on his part, but it only served to heighten Dom’s agitation. His voice nearly a growl Dom continued suddenly, eyes glinting in the low light of the small room, jaw muscles tense and twitching slightly. "And just how fucking long do you think I can wait without totally losing my mind, Billy? The waiting kills me," he added loudly. “It all fucking kills me!"

Locking eyes with Dom and moving slowly, Billy wrapped his smaller fingers cautiously around Dom’s wrists before replying in a calmer tone. "Waiting? Waiting for what exactly, Dom?” Billy prodded gently. “Waiting for me?"

“Yes!" Dom shouted in return, stepping on Billy’s words and pushing back with his fists. “Yes! Fucking hell yes, I mean waiting for you!" Dom exclaimed, voice edgy and raw and beginning to crack.

Billy continued to remain quiet, but his mind was whirling, examining multiple possibilities and quickly discarding several. He was stunned at the level of Dom’s anger. He also knew he would have to diffuse the situation in order to help him, and the only road through that door would be straight back through Dom’s already revved up emotions. “I’m sorry," Billy began simply, swallowing a bit nervously. He wasn’t truly afraid of Dom, but he didn’t want to have any more misunderstandings.

Dom appeared more upset than he’d seen him at any other time in recent years. His breath was heavily tinged with alcohol, and he noted the recent scent of way too many cigarettes, and possibly a hint of something more. “I’m so sorry," Billy repeated evenly, rubbing Dom’s wrists lightly with his thumbs as he talked. “I know things didn’t go quite the way we thought they would," he tried to continue calmly, “but I can make it right for you," he added in a near whisper. “I can. Just give me a chance."

In the ensuing silence Billy carefully emboldened his touch, caressing Dom’s forearms lightly through the thin fabric of his shirt sleeves as he spoke. He knew if he could touch him he could begin to break through his anger, and he needed a solution quickly. It was evident Dom was reaching for him with only the fragments of himself that remained. Fearful of reacting too quickly, but worried it was risky to move too slowly in Dom’s current state, Billy forced himself to breathe evenly as he continued to wait for whatever Dom would say or do next. It was a bit of a momentary stale mate, but Billy was sure he knew how to win in these circumstances.

He noted the first hint of change as Dom suddenly swallowed hard, his frown deepening as though frustrated and trying to stay angry. His breath slightly ragged, fists tightly clenched, he continued to study Billy silently for several long moments. Blue eyes wide with anger, muscles clenched in every part of his body, he seemed to withdraw momentarily to a deeper personal place, as though mesmerized by their mere closeness. In a bizarre twist of thought Billy briefly considered kissing him, but he sensed that Dom needed something much different from him just now. Billy wanted lots of kisses later, but in the meantime he could see the war that was written on Dom’s face between his anger and his simpler need to not be angry any more. This quandary must have been going on awhile, too, Billy speculated, as lines of worry had etched themselves deeply at the corners of his eyes, the undersides puffy from lack of sleep, tears, or both.

In a moment of insight, Billy reprimanded himself for not knowing this had been happening, but business and distance, work and assorted other obligations had served to keep them apart for several weeks. Billy had finally been able to bring his band to play in the States again for a little taste of touring, and they had just finished their final gig last night. His band mates had departed this morning upon their separate ways, and he had been planning to remain behind for another couple of nights before returning to California mid week. He knew he had been maintaining a whirlwind schedule for the last four or five weeks, and the extra day or two off with no particularly set schedule had highly appealed him. In a good mood tonight, he had just finished a last bit of business with the stage manager and was collecting a few stray pieces of paper work when Dom had appeared unexpectedly in the dimly lit doorway.

Startled, but pleased to see him, Billy had walked the few steps to the doorway intending to greet him with a hug. He noticed the tension, but was used to the fact that Dominic often wore his emotions externally. He hadn’t realized it had anything to do with him until Dom had grabbed him by the lapels and whirled them both into the wall. Billy’s shoulders slammed against the wall with a heavy thud, his eyes wide, surprised and unprepared for Dominic’s response. Their verbal exchange had taken only a few moments, and knowing that they had been loud, he realized they would also most likely soon not be alone.

As if on cue, footsteps began to sound lightly at the end of the hall, and he knew it was probably the stage manager returning to see what had happened. He also knew it was a short hallway, and moving quickly, he easily broke Dom’s grip, grabbed the front of his T-shirt in both hands, and without exherting any real effort turned them both completely around again. Dom grunted in surprise, air jarred from his chest as he found himself now slammed into the unforgiving wall. Billy eyed him tersely for only a moment, holding his index finger to his lips to command silence, and walked quickly back toward the open door. Reaching it, he poked his head out to find, indeed, the stage manager only a few feet away.

“I’m ok," he said quickly, smiling as the man stalled to a standstill and eyed him a bit suspiciously.

“Are you sure, Mr. Boyd?” he asked cautiously.

“Yes," Billy insisted. "I’ve asked for a bit of company for this evening ye see, and I seem to have found me a bit of a lively one, if you know what I mean." Seeing that the fellow still did not comprehend him, he continued, “a man gets terribly lonely out on the road for too many nights. So I’ve found myself a bit of company for this evening," he added helpfully. Still perplexed, the man continued to look at him wearing a puzzled expression. Billy smiled warmly again, and as he winked theatrically, understanding flooded the other man's face at last.

“Oh, oh of course, Mr. Boyd," the man stammered, embarrassed. “Well," he then added, “the back door there is unlocked. You should be able to leave without any difficulty."

“Much appreciated," Billy returned quite properly and smiling broadly. “We shall be on our way shortly, I promise."

The stage manager smiled broadly now in return, and after a reciprocate wink himself, turned around casually and walked away grinning.

Turning back around in the doorway, Billy threw a quick glance in Dom’s direction, and noted thankfully that Dom was right where he’d left him. He was also slumping as though ready to crumble, and in an instant Billy realized that was accurate. Closing the door and quickly flipping the lock, Billy crossed the room in a few quick steps, reaching Dom and pulling him up gently. Looking deeply into his weary eyes he could see that all of the bitter anger was gone, and light traces of tears were beginning to form in the corners instead.

“Oh, Dominic," he said softly, gathering him in his arms and holding him tightly. “It’s ok, Dom," he soothed quietly, holding him and beginning to rock back and forth gently. "I'm here."

Dom clung to him silently, grateful for the embrace, and acquiescent now to having lost all of his control. Tears flowed freely down both his cheeks as he gave himself to Billy’s arms, his mind churning with additional questions. If he had shredded all remnants of his relationship with Billy tonight he would just have to accept that. He had been unable to go on without him anyway Now, however,
in the harsh light of potentially losing him forever, he had hoped desperately for the love and understanding that only Billy had ever been able to give him. Now, as he understood that tonight had the potential to become his personal Armageddon for his heart and future, he began to tremble lightly.

“Christ," he thought desperately to himself. “I may not be able to do this at all."

Billy groaned lowly and pulled back slightly in order to find Dom’s eyes once again. He smiled slowly as Dom met his gaze, his cheeks and the end of his nose a rosy, light pink from crying. “You’ll be coming with me now," Billy stated simply. “I don’t know how the hell you got here, or what you were planning next, but I’m taking over now because you’re absolute shite with surprises, Dom." Dom managed to smile and nod weakly in return. Exhausted and defused, at least for the moment, he simply stood quietly awaiting more instructions.

“The first thing we’re doing is taking advantage of that back door like the man offered," Billy continued. “I’ve a rental car out back. Then we’re going back to my hotel, and you’re getting a shower, a meal, and then a right good talking to. Now let’s get the fuck out of here." Dom only nodded mildly again as he continued to look solemnly at Billy, relief flooding his entire body. “Come on now," Billy instructed patiently. Quickly he cradled the back of Dom’s head with one hand and kissed him lightly on the forehead. “Come on”, he repeated. “We need to get going."

When Dom continued to remain rooted to the same spot Billy sighed mildly, drew him closer, and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. Surprised but willing, Dom melted against him returning his kiss eagerly. Billy knew this really wasn’t the place to kiss him good and properly, but there was little about Dom that was proper, and kissing him had always felt good. Lips lingering and warm against Dom’s, he allowed the intimacy to lengthen before coaxing him gently. “Now, Dom," he ordered quietly. “You have a lot of fucking explaining to do, and I'm wanting you in a better place than this while I’m listening."

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