Well, she lives for the written word

Sat, 02 Apr 2005 23:45:42 GMT

It had to happen... Pope-related wank.

When The Sinner goes off on one, it usually does it in impressively insane fashion.

Here, we have proof that the Pope is the Antichrist in Greek. They're probably just getting started.

Well...

Fri, 23 Jul 2004 00:43:53 GMT

I don't really post here much, do I?

If you want to read entries from me, you'd be best looking at my livejournal, which I update regularly, both with my rambling and with fic. I just don't have the time to post to two journals on a regular basis.

Just a FYI, for those who have me friended, or for whatever reason decide to friend me :)

Fic: The Balance of Power (BB/DM, NC-17, 1/1)

Wed, 21 Apr 2004 01:25:20 GMT

Title: The Balance of Power
Author: l_s_q
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, BDSM elements.
Disclaimer: Never happened. This is simply the product of my imagination.
Summary: St. Patrick's Day, 2004. It isn't always easy to tell where the balance of power lies.

Notes: Written for the three word challenge. My words are: Guinness, tablecloth and rope. Thanks to sunsetmog for her beta and encouragement.

The Balance of Power

Fic: Beside You (Billy/Dom, 1/1, NC-17)

Mon, 05 Apr 2004 21:25:54 GMT

Title: Beside You
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Never happened. The product of my imagination only.
Feedback: Need it, crave it. Give me concrit and I'll love you forever.
Summary: sunsetmog wanted realistic first-time sex, so I wrote this for her.

Thanks, inspiration and dedication to her.

Dom sighed. It had been a long week of filming, and he’d finally got the bloody feet off, after hours of trying- it had been one of those days where the glue just refused to budge. Staggering into the trailer he shared with the other hobbits (and he did tend to think of the four of them as hobbits, most of the time) and Ian, he just wanted to collapse onto a chair for a while. He was bloody exhausted.

Billy was in the trailer when he went in, sitting on the couch and looking almost as knackered as he felt.

“What you up to tonight, Dom? Think everyone’s off into town to get some chips, but I can't be arsed. Just going to sit in with a few beers and see what’s on telly. Think there’s rugby on. What’re you going to do?”

Billy or chips? Well, there was no competition, really. He and Billy had clicked so quickly and got on so well that he would choose to spend time with him before anyone else. Billy was one of the best people he had ever met- funny, friendly, and with an apparently genuine interest in people.

And, though Dom was trying to convince himself otherwise, Billy was also quite attractive. Very attractive, actually. Big, sparkling green eyes, a smile that could light up a room, a fantastic personality, and a really rather nice body. Yes, Dom was definitely interested in Billy, yes, in that way.

But there was no point thinking about that, was there? He probably wouldn’t be interested, he was probably straight, and they had to work together for months and no one needed any awkwardness on set. And if he tried anything, it could ruin their friendship.

And that was something Dom was not prepared to risk.

He’d much prefer to just be Billy’s mate than to risk alienating him as a friend, or making things uncomfortable between them. It sounded pathetic, even to himself, but he didn’t think he could stand it if things between he and Billy became strained.

He’d become so close to the man in such a short time, and their relationship, platonic though it was, meant a lot to him.

So he just kept telling himself ‘he won’t be interested, he’s probably straight’ and kept quiet. Tried to spend as much time with him as he could, yes, but being as careful as he could not to hint that he’d quite like to tear off his clothes and... well, he wasn’t quite sure what went after that (he was, theoretically at least, Not Thinking About It) but it probably involved skin and sweat and heat and... anyway. The point was, he and Billy were just friends, and that was how it was staying.

So he smiled at Billy, and replied “Think I’ll stay here too, I’m shattered. And I can’t be bloody bothered with doing anything after that bloody nightmare getting the sodding glue off...”

Billy laughed, and walked over to the fridge. “Sounds like you need a drink, mate. I’ll grab us some beer. And you can find out what’s on.”

Dom leafed through the TV guide, while Billy opened bottles of beer and grabbed some packs of crisps as television watching snacks, because everyone knows you can't have a Friday night in with rugby and beer without snacks. As they were doing this, Elijah and Sean appeared, on their way out. After finding out that Ian was in fact out to dinner with John in an older-cast-members-bonding thing, and that Elijah and Sean were off to the pub after acquiring their chips and wouldn’t be back till late, they waved them goodbye, and settled down in front of the telly.

First, they ended up watching crappy, typical Friday evening TV- the same stuff that is on everywhere. Bad gameshows, DIY programs and tacky ‘reality TV’ crap of utter tedium, all improved by the addition of alcohol, of course.

Then, there was rugby on- some random match between two New Zealand teams neither had heard of, but there was nothing better on so they left it running in the background while they talked.

Dom couldn’t help but notice how good Billy looked that night. Billy was looking slightly tired from a hard week’s filming, but Dom loved him that way- it brought out the laughter lines around his eyes, which Dom found incredibly cute, and very apt- Billy had such a great sense of humour, and laughed a lot, and so they just seemed like a physical reflection of his personality, and Dom loved them. He tried to stare as subtly as he could, not wanting to creep Billy out. He shouldn’t be staring at his mate like that. Just friends, remember?

Damn. He was getting hard, just from staring at Billy and his incredibly cute laughter lines. He averted his gaze, and tried to distract himself with the rugby. This didn’t help much, as he neither knew anything nor cared about either of the teams.

By the second half of the rugby, quite a considerable amount of beer had been consumed. Neither man was what you would describe as ‘wasted’, but both were definitely under the influence, and at the stage where everything is hilariously funny. So the half time commentary was a source of great hilarity, especially the repeated use of the terms ‘hooker’, and ‘great ball handling skills’. When used in conjunction with each other, the pair almost cried with laughter.

Billy leaned over and slumped against Dom, still giggling, his head resting on his shoulder, almost wrapping himself around him, his breath hot against Dom’s neck.

Dom swallowed slowly, carefully.

When the person who is making you incredibly horny is currently draped over you, and breathing on your neck, in a way that is incredibly sexy, it suddenly becomes a lot harder to be subtle about just how bloody turned they’re making you. A hell of a lot harder.

Speaking of ‘harder’, he was. Considerably more so. Oh God. Dom felt himself flushing, and he fought to control his breathing. Billy was bound to notice if he wasn’t careful.

Suddenly, he felt Billy stir, and turn to look at him. “You all right, Dom?”

Shit. He’d noticed. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Just a... bit too hot in here, that’s all.” Yes, because he’d really believe that. Very convincing, Dom.

“It isn’t hot in here,” Billy replied quietly, concern in his voice. “Are you sure you’re all right?” He leaned over to Dom, placing one hand on Dom’s forehead gently and the other on his lap to help keep his balance. As he placed his hand in Dom’s lap, his fingertips brushed against Dom’s erection. Dom flushed even more, but this time with embarrassment. So much for secrecy about how he felt. He looked up to meet Billy’s eyes, and began stammering out an apology. When he looked at Billy, however, he was surprised to see a slight smile playing across his lips. Billy moved his hand from Dom’s forehead, and softly caressed Dom’s cheek. Dom breathed deeply. Maybe Billy wasn’t so uninterested, after all.

Fuck it. He may as well take a risk. If it all went horribly wrong, he could just blame it on the booze.

Reaching out and putting his hand on the back of Billy’s head, he pulled him forward for a kiss. Tentatively, he brushed his lips against Billy’s, gently at first, then with more force. Running his fingers through Billy’s hair, Dom moaned with pleasure. Part of his slightly alcohol-hazed mind, probably his common sense, was still screaming that this was a bloody stupid idea, and what if he punches you and tells you to fuck off, but Dom wasn’t really paying attention to that part of his brain, and went right on with kissing Billy.

Suddenly, Billy broke off the kiss, shoved Dom roughly back onto the couch, and straddled him.

“You’re drunk,” Dom murmured.

“So?” countered Billy. He leaned forward and kissed Dom roughly, forcefully.

“Are you sure... you want to be doing this?” Dom gasped out. Billy was leaning on him heavily, pinning him to the couch, and this, combined with his arousal, was making breathing difficult.

“Fuck, yes,” Billy breathed into Dom’s mouth. Dom shuddered, then felt Billy’s hands pull at the buttons of his shirt.

“Bloody shirt,” Billy muttered, clawing at the buttons, managing to undo some of them, sending the rest scattering onto the sofa. Running one hand over Dom’s chest, he moved the other hand lower and started working on Dom’s jeans.

Dom was trapped beneath Billy, almost paralysed, quivering with lust. This shouldn’t be happening... but it was, and it was skin and sweat and heat and fucking unreal, and the most fucking erotic experience of Dom’s life, and now he was trying to lift his hips and trying to help Billy get the fucking jeans off, but he couldn’t move and Billy was licking his neck which wasn’t bloody helping because it was distracting and really bloody hot, and oh God, he was so turned on it hurt.

And now Billy finally had the bloody jeans pulled down, and had his hands in his boxers and was just stroking, gently, tentatively, and Dom, half-gasping, half-sobbing, writhed beneath him wantonly. With his other hand, Billy caressed Dom’s hair, while still licking his neck.

“If I’d known you’d be this fucking hot,” Billy breathed, punctuating with a nibble to Dom’s neck, causing Dom to moan slightly, “I’d have tried something bloody ages ago.”

Billy got up then, and Dom whimpered at the loss of his heat and weight, but then Billy was pulling his jeans lower and his boxers down and Dom whimpered again, but this time with anticipation and need. Billy swore, clawing at Dom’s shoes. “Fucking bloody things! Give us a hand here, Dom!” Dom tried to kick them off, both getting in each other’s way in their frustration and hurry, but finally got them off, then faced the challenge of the socks. These were dispatched with yet more swearing and struggling, ending with Billy falling over onto his arse when he finally got the second one off. Dom burst out laughing, and Billy mumbled “Shut it, you,”, hiding a smile of his own. Moving quickly, Billy pulled off Dom’s jeans and boxers, leaving him sprawled on the couch in just his unbuttoned shirt.

Dom stopped laughing when Billy took hold of his erection and ran his tongue lightly over the tip. He glanced down at Billy, who looked back up at him nervously. Dom noticed his hands were shaking. Even with the drink, they both knew what was at stake here.

“Never done this before,” he explained in a whisper. “Hope it isn’t too crap.” He smiled wryly up at Dom, before uncertainly taking the tip of Dom’s now almost painful cock in his mouth and carefully, almost softly, sucking. Dom gasped at the warm soft wetness, relief mingled with his pleasure. Billy slowly took more in, and Dom clutched desperately at the couch cushions.

Billy’s technique was far from perfect- too slow, and uncertain, and with the occasional nip and scrape of teeth- but Dom didn’t care, because it was Billy, and as he stared down at Billy through lust-lidded eyes, the sight of that gorgeous mouth sucking him off was definitely the hottest thing Dom had ever seen.

He watched Billy the whole time, never taking his eyes off him. He could sense Billy get more confident, and begin to get the hang of the technique, and he felt the familiar tightening in his stomach as he got close. He reached down, and rested his hand on top of Billy’s head, and tenderly stroked his hair. Billy’s hands were resting on Dom’s thighs, and Dom could feel them still shaking slightly.

Jesus. And he’d thought the kissing was good. And then he closed his eyes and stopped anything which could pass as thinking, because this was better than any sex Dom had had before, even though it was clumsy and imperfect, because it was desperate and risky and, oh God, it was Billy. And then he was coming, shaking and gasping on the couch, Billy’s hands digging into his thighs as he tried to keep him still.

Dom finally came back to earth, still breathing heavily, and looked down to see Billy spitting into an empty glass. “Fuck,” he muttered, under his breath. Grabbing Billy’s hand, he pulled him onto the couch, lying on his back, and tucked in beside him. Pushing one hand under his T-shirt and stroking his stomach, with the other Dom rubbed Billy’s hard cock through his jeans. Dom watched his face, entranced, seeing Billy close his eyes and part his lips slightly, gasping a little. Dom carefully, slowly, undid Billy’s flies, and worked his hand into his underwear. He slowly began to move his hand up and down Billy’s erection, slowly at first, then gradually faster. The whole time, he watched Billy’s face, and how expressive it was- lightly biting his lower lip, opening his mouth slightly with gasps of pleasure, occasionally a glimpse of tongue as he moistened his lips. One of Billy’s hands clung to the cushions tightly, the other to Dom’s shoulder, tightening enough to bruise, but Dom was so absorbed in staring at Billy, and how fucking good he looked flushed and sweaty, and so fucking needy. As he got closer and closer to completion, Dom watched as his light nipping of his lip became rougher, leaving white marks, and listened to his increasingly laboured breathing.

Dom noticed the TV for the first time in God knows how long, and the rugby was still on, and the comments of “Amazing try from the young winger!” and complaints about missed drop kicks added to the surreality of the situation- because he was wanking off his best mate, on the couch, in front of the rugby, and fuck, he knows this really shouldn’t be happening.

Suddenly, he felt Billy stiffen beneath him, and he came, moaning and shivering, and digging his hand even more roughly into Dom’s shoulder. Dom pulled his hand out of Billy’s clothing, and wiped his hands off on the side of his own jeans, because what else was he supposed to do? Still looking at Billy, he saw that Billy was slowly opening his eyes.

Their eyes met, and they stared at each other for a moment, slightly awkwardly. Then, Billy reached up, grabbed Dom by the back of the head, and pulled him down towards him.

They kissed, slowly and tenderly, and Dom thought that this may work out alright, after all. He tangled his fingers into Billy’s hair, and got on with enjoying kissing him.

Fic: Unusual Fixation (BB/DM, G, 1/1, pre-slash)

Sat, 13 Mar 2004 12:39:24 GMT

Title: Unusual Fixation
Author: l_s_q
Rating: G
Pairing: BB/DM
Disclaimer: All lies. Never happened.
Summary: A short piece of pre-slash. Rather fluffy. Dom has a slightly unusual fixation. Inspired by part of the now-legendary fanclub interview.

Many thanks to sunsetmog for the beta and encouragement.

Dom was beginning to suspect that his obsession with Billy’s hands was turning into a fetish.

He loved to watch Billy- that was fairly normal. Everyone loved to watch the people they were attracted to.

Fixating on their hands, was, however, not a normal thing to do. He hoped Billy didn’t notice his staring, as he sat and watched him make a cup of tea.

Billy’s hands were special, though- small, even for a short man, but perfectly formed, to use a cliché. Strong hands with nimble, deft fingers, slightly callused and worn still from his work; not so that a person would notice the first time they saw them, but just enough to show a lifetime of experience and effort.

Dom didn’t just like how Billy’s hands looked. He liked how they moved as well. Billy making a cup of tea was his favourite Billy activity. They moved with precise, graceful, but economical, motions, never doing anything unnecessarily, but getting the job done exactly and perfectly.

As he watched from a chair in the corner, Dom mused on what else those skilful hands were capable of.

Fic: Self-reflection (BB/DM, 1/1, R)

Tue, 02 Mar 2004 19:09:38 GMT

Title: Self-reflection
Author: l_s_q
Rating: hard R
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Warnings: RPS, some swearing, angst.
Disclaimer: Never happened. All in my head.
Summary: Mainly inspired by this picture. Billy is being worn down by the awards circuit, and has finally had enough at the NME awards. Slightly AU, as his girlfriend was with him, but I'd started the fic before pictures of her there came out.

A/N: This fic was, for some reason, a nightmare to write. I'd like to thank sunsetmog for her help and encouragement, as always.

Billy was starting to hate these awards ceremonies.

Fic: Murphy's Law

Mon, 09 Feb 2004 00:35:04 GMT

Title: Murphy's Law
Author: l_s_q
Rating: R
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Archive: Just ask, I'll probably say yes.
Feedback: Please. Concrit loved. Post it here, or email me at leopardskinqueen @ hotmail.com
Summary: Billy and Dom are back together after some time apart, but Murphy's Law seems to be conspiring agaisnt them...
Disclaimer: Never happened, all in my head.

A/N: I know, the title sounds like a bad '70s cop drama.

Betaed by the wonderful sunsetmog, who has fics at sunsetmog_fics.

Billy had always found that Murphy’s Law applied to his life far more than anyone else’s. Things had always gone very wrong for him in very spectacular ways.

When he was in the school play of Peter Pan, aged seven, playing a Lost Boy, he dropped his cardboard sword, forgot his only line, and then fell over in front of everybody.

On his first date, aged fifteen, with some girl called Kate, he hadn’t had enough money to pay for the food, and had then spilled the entirety of his extra-large Coke all over her brand new white skirt.

When travelling to perform in a play in St Andrews, aged twenty six, he got on the wrong train in Edinburgh, and ended up in Carlisle.

So he was hoping that today, the day he was going to visit Dom, it would decide to leave him be for once.

It had been quite a while, nearly three months, in fact, since they had last had time to be together- their demanding schedules and the distance between their homes had seen to that. With one of them living in Scotland and the other in L.A., it was difficult. But finally, Billy had managed to arrange a visit to Dom’s place. They would be alone, for the first few days at least- Elijah had coincidentally arranged a holiday somewhere or other. While he was looking forward to seeing Lij again, and he knew that the pair of them being ‘couple-y’ wouldn’t bother their friend, he was grateful for a few days of privacy with Dom.

He’d missed him- living so far apart was still difficult, especially after the amount of time they had spent together in New Zealand, living in each other’s pockets all the time. They had got together after only a few months of filming, and quickly become an incredibly close couple. The separation had been hard, and it still felt all wrong. The ‘like a part of you is missing’ thing was such a bloody cliché, but that was how it felt. And it hadn’t got much easier over time. Oh well. They had a few weeks together, and that was all that mattered.

He had caught some sleep on the plane, so when he stepped off at the airport in LA, he felt surprisingly awake and alert, despite the irritating small child who spent the first three hours of the flight climbing over seats, asking inane questions, crying, trying to steal his tape player, before finally throwing up then falling straight asleep. Fetching his luggage (which, miraculously, wasn’t lost somewhere random) after a long and impatient wait- of course, his was the last bag- he looked around for Dom. Suddenly, he was seized from behind. He turned to see Dom had found him first. Dropping his case, he grabbed Dom and pulled him towards him for a hug.

“Missed you,” Dom breathed into his ear.

“Missed you too,” he replied, quietly. He smiled. Nice to know he wasn’t the only one who had found their time apart difficult; he felt a bit less like a soppy wuss now.

Breaking the embrace, Dom grabbed one end of the suitcase.

“C’mon, help me with this so we can get home,”

Of course. They couldn’t exactly tear each other’s clothes off in the middle of the airport. Taking the other end, Billy smiled. It was fantastic to see Dom again.

In the taxi to Dom’s apartment, Billy just wanted to grab Dom, kiss him, touch him- damn, just to feel him. The brief hug in the airport had just made him want more. He wasn’t too sure how the taxi driver would react to that, however, and he wasn’t keen on being kicked out, case and all. Instead, they chatted, rambling about how the flight was to surrealist plans to make money from specially trained stunt ants. It was great to be able just sit and talk utter rubbish with Dom, and laugh with him, but he wanted more than that. Being so close to Dom, and yet not being able to just kiss him was incredibly frustrating. Damn, this was bloody annoying. He sighed as they got stuck in yet another traffic jam, hoping that the drive would be over soon.

When they finally arrived, Dom paid the driver as hurriedly as he could, while Billy jumped out and dragged the case out of the boot. As soon as Dom finished dealing with the driver, he came over and helped, and between them they dragged the case into the building pretty quickly, and then to the lift.

Billy had been hoping for a few moments in the lift to basically snog Dom senseless, but, obviously, Murphy’s Law being what it is, they were joined in the lift by the stereotype personified of ‘sweet little old lady’, the kind who always shows up in situations like this in the films. She smiled at them demurely, and pressed the button for her floor. Of course, it was the floor above. Typical. He stared at the numbers as they ticked up, waiting for them to get to their floor. As soon as they did, he grabbed the case and hurried out as quickly as he could, noting that Dom was moving with as much urgency as he himself was. They stumbled into the apartment and dropped the case in the hallway. As soon as the door was shut they grabbed each other, almost simultaneously. There was a brief power struggle, which Billy won, and he pushed Dom against the wall- slightly more roughly than he had intended, and he heard Dom’s head hit the wall with a small bump- and they kissed, Billy’s hands in Dom’s hair, Dom’s hands clutching at Billy’s back.

They were both feeling desperate, and so the kiss was too hurried and too rough to be perfect- Billy thought Dom must be bruising his back, and he he thought he may be pulling at Dom’s hair just a bit too much- but right then, neither cared. They were just glad to finally be alone together.

And, of course, the phone rang.

“Damn,” Dom grumbled, as they pulled apart. “Better go and see who it is. Probably Lij checking you got here, he said he might call.”

While Dom was on the phone, Billy wandered into the kitchen, tried to find the glasses in that ‘open every cupboard and they’re in the last one’ way that everyone does when in an unfamiliar kitchen- they had rearranged the cupboards since he’d last visited- and got himself a drink of fruit juice. He could hear Dom on the phone, slightly muffled through the wall. From what he could hear, it sounded like it was Elijah, and probably completely unaware that he’d interrupted them. After a few minutes of sitting at the kitchen table, quietly sipping his drink, he heard Dom hang up and come into the kitchen to find him. He looked up and smiled at Dom, who smiled back, walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead.

“Want some food?” Dom asked. “Bet you’re hungry. What was the meal on the plane like?”

Billy made a face. “Like shredded cardboard mixed in with vomit. The same as always. Food would be great.”

Their kiss, even though it had been interrupted, had managed to take the edge off the urgency, so Billy thought he could last a little bit without jumping on Dom. Besides, he was hungry.

“Or would you want a shower first? It was a long flight...”

Damn. A decision. After some thought, Billy decided on food.

He could always drag Dom to the shower with him after eating, anyway.

After a bit of a rummage through the food cupboards, they decided on shop-bought pancakes and maple syrup- quick, easy and full of tasty carbohydrate goodness.

And, of course, messy.

Billy loved to watch Dom eating messy food. He loved the way he carefully licked off any smears of syrup from around his mouth, and the same for any on his fingers. Billy had always found this unbearably sexy to watch, and when Dom realised this he had made a point of playing it up, with the sole intention of driving Billy insane. Billy looked on from the other side of the kitchen table as Dom ate as messily as he could, his eyes glinting wickedly as he watched Billy squirm. And he’d thought he could wait a bit... Dom was an evil, evil man.

Finally, Dom finished his food, after what seemed to Billy like fucking hours. He still had one smear of syrup along the side of his hand, from little finger to wrist. Slowly, while giving Billy his patented sultry stare (which, incidentally, also drove Billy insane), he licked it off. He got up and walked towards Billy, still with that lust-inducing gaze trained on him, who was currently a puddle of helpless desire on the chair opposite. When Dom reached Billy, he put one hand on the back of the other man’s neck and stroked gently, while the other fiddled with the zip of his jeans. By now, Billy’s breath was quickening. Thank God. Finally.

“Something wrong?” Dom purred into Billy’s ear. By now, he had Billy’s jeans unzipped and unbuttoned, and was beginning to slide his hand under the clothing. Billy closed his eyes, shuddering.

Someone rang the doorbell.

“Fuck!” Billy’s eyes snapped open, and he grabbed Dom’s arm. “I’ve had enough of this. You are not answering that bloody door!”

Dom laughed. “Wasn’t going to,” he whispered. “So, where were we...” He leaned back towards Billy.

The doorbell rang again. This time, whoever was ringing it held down, in that really irritating way that tells you that they are planning on doing it for the next 5 minutes or so, if not longer.

“Fuck,” groaned Dom, his frustration obvious. “I’ll have to go and get rid of them. Just five minutes, I promise!” With that, he hurried to the door, cursing bloody overly social neighbours.

Left alone at the table, Billy swore. Fucking Murphy’s bloody Law! Typical! The world had to conspire against him. Especially today. It always did this. At this rate, they weren’t going to get any peace until about three in the morning, and by then he’d be too tired to rip Dom’s clothes off. Just his bloody luck.

He was so wrapped up in muttering under his breath about the cruelty of life, he didn’t notice Dom come back into the room. He looked up at the touch on his shoulder.

“The same old woman from the lift. Wanted to check that we were all right, or something. Dunno,” he said, and suddenly pulled Billy to his feet.

“I’ve had enough too. Bedroom!”

They staggered to the bedroom, clinging to each other, getting in each others’ way and hampering their progress. Not helping either was the fact that Billy’s jeans were still undone, and he was trying to hold them up with one hand, unable to think of buttoning them in his hurry. Finally, they made it to the bedroom and fell on the bed, Dom ending up on top. They kissed, and Billy could taste the maple syrup on Dom- sweet, yet rich. He gasped slightly, as he felt Dom’s hands creeping up his T-shirt and running lightly over his chest. They toed off their shoes and socks as they kissed, torn between their urgency and wanting to enjoy this.

Dom managed to de-sock himself first, and once he had finished, he straightened up and began to pull Billy’s T-shirt off, Billy trying to help him by wriggling out of it. Finally- though it was really only less than a minute, it seemed like ages to both- they managed to get it off, Dom immediately pulling off his own top and leaning forward to kiss Billy once more.

And as Dom kissed and nibbled on his neck, Billy thought that there was at least one thing that Murphy’s Law couldn’t ruin for them.

Fic: Homesick

Wed, 14 Jan 2004 14:28:22 GMT

Title: Homesick
Author: l_s_q
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG
Feedback: Please. This is my first RPS, so concrit is needed and loved, either here, or emailing leopardskinqueen @ hotmail. com
Disclaimer: Never happened, utterly fictional.
Summary: From this challenge here by lifeisame: to write a Billy/Dom fic based on the info that Billy sleeps on his stomach with his arms folded underneath him, and that he moves and talks in his sleep, which does not begin with the relationship already developed.

Pure fluff. Dom feels homesick. Billy has a nightmare.

Dom loved to watch Billy sleep.

He didn’t get a chance particularly often, but any opportunity that came up he seized upon. And tonight was one of those rare opportunities. They had a few days off for ‘family time’, and everyone else in the trailer was away for the night- Elijah with his parents, Sean with his wife and children, and Ian with Brian. Neither his nor Billy’s family were able to travel to New Zealand to visit them, and being the only ones whose family were not around had depressed both of them, leaving them feeling slightly homesick and isolated. He loved being here, and had made so many friends so quickly, but sometimes the distance from home got a bit much. Neither had felt much like doing anything, deciding to just sit around and mope together. After sitting slumped in front of the telly watching videos for a while, feeling a little sorry for themselves, Billy eventually went to bed.

So, he had a chance to watch Billy sleep, and was taking full advantage of it. Especially as he was feeling particularly lonely and homesick at the moment with nothing to do.

Dom loved the way he lay on his stomach, curling his arms around himself in an almost protective way. It was just so... Billy- unusual, but cute and endearing with it.

He was beginning to admit to himself that he had fallen for Billy, hard. Had fallen for him a few months ago. They had so much in common- similar tastes in music, films and books, and the same slightly twisted sense of humour. He had no idea how Billy felt. Probably just saw him as a friend. A very close friend, but only a friend nonetheless.

So Dom kept quiet, and contented himself with watching Billy sleep whenever he could.

Some nights, Billy lay peacefully and quietly. Others, he was restless, murmuring softly in his dreams. Tonight was one of the restless nights. Billy was tossing and turning, and muttering random words. Dom thought he caught something about flying danish pastries, and smiled to himself. Billy always seemed to have such vivid, and incredibly surreal, dreams. Again, a reflection of his quirky personality and odd sense of humour that had drawn him so strongly to the man in the first place.

Tonight though, Billy was more restless than usual, squirming about in the bed in an agitated way. Maybe those flying danish parties were more threatening in Billy’s dreams than what they seemed to an awake Dom. In fact, it seemed to be developing into a full-fledged nightmare, and Dom was beginning to wonder if he should wake him. Those unusually vivid dreams didn’t seem to be taking Billy to particularly nice places tonight.

After a few more particularly distressed whimpers, Dom decided that it really was time to wake him. He moved over to Billy’s bed, and kneeled down hesitantly. He reached out and shook him gently. Billy woke up almost immediately, gasping in surprise.

“Sorry- I was checking to see if you were all right, you seemed a bit... restless,” he finished lamely, feeling embarrassed and flustered. He hadn’t expected Billy to wake so quickly, but realised he probably shouldn’t be too surprised.

“Yeah, I was having some bloody weird dream. God knows what,” replied Billy, with a laugh.

“You did say something about danish pastries. I think you may have said they were flying.” They both laughed at the absurdity.

“What about you? Couldn’t sleep?” asked Billy, concern in his voice.

Dom shook his head. “No, just feels weird. Everyone else is off with their families, and ours are on the other side of the world. It’s just hard, y’know?”

“You forget about it, when we’re working, don’t you?” Billy, replied, nodding. “It’s when you have nothing to do you remember that... nearly everyone you care about isn’t here.”

Then Dom noticed that the atmosphere had changed. There was a tension in the air, some spark that hadn’t been there before. ‘Nearly everyone’, he had said. What had he meant by that? Their eyes met, and the tension grew even heavier between them, both almost seeming to hold their breath in anticipation.

Then, Billy reached forward and placed his hand on the back of Dom’s head, drawing him closer, and then softly pressed his lips to his. Slowly, tenderly they kissed, still with Billy lying in bed and Dom kneeling on the floor beside him. Dom reached out and started to stroke the nape of Billy’s neck, while Billy caressed Dom’s head, running his fingers through the short yet soft hair.

They continued like that for a while, the kiss slowly deepening, becoming more passionate. Suddenly, Billy broke the kiss off. Dom withdrew a little, confused and slightly hurt. Maybe Billy saw this as a mistake, wasn’t interested in him.

Then Billy smiled at him. “Why are you still on the floor?” He shifted over in the bed slightly, making room. He patted the empty bit of bed. “Please?”

Dom, didn’t need asking twice- he slipped in beside Billy quickly, grinning happily. Wrapping their arms about each other, they resumed their soft kisses, this time running their hands over each other, skimming each other’s body with caresses.

Dom was utterly bewildered, but wasn’t about to complain. This was completely unexpected, but just what he was hoping for. He allowed the wave of contentment to wash over him, lying in the older man’s arms and just going with the moment.

When they finally stopped the second time, they simply lay for awhile, stroking each others’ face. Eventually, Billy leaned forward and kissed Dom on the forehead.

“Let’s get some sleep now,” he said, smiling. “We’ll have plenty of time to carry on in the morning.” He rolled over and lay on his stomach and curled his arms in, just as he always did, and turned his head to face Dom, looking utterly gorgeous and adorable. Wrapping an arm around Billy’s shoulders, he cuddled up to him and sighed contentedly. That last remark had sounded remarkably like a promise...

Ending up in bed with an amazing guy was one way to cure homesickness, he thought to himself, as he drifted into sleep.

Sat, 10 Jan 2004 17:02:27 GMT

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Thu, 08 Jan 2004 00:10:39 GMT

Dom: I gave you my friendship.

Billy: That's not enough.

A solution to all the LOTR RPS arguments.

Mon, 05 Jan 2004 01:59:36 GMT

Forget OTPs. Let's have the OTO (no, not the Ordo Templi Orientalis- the One True Orgy)!

The One True Orgy would incorporate all pairings, leaving no one left out. Everyone would be happy. It'd be great!

New icon!

Sat, 03 Jan 2004 19:57:43 GMT

Got it here:

http://www.volitional.co.uk/nicky/LJ/icons/lotr_actors/billy/billy_boyd.html

Wed, 03 Dec 2003 19:18:42 GMT

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First entry....

Tue, 07 Oct 2003 21:18:16 GMT

Look, new blog at Journalfen, all shiny and new! Cheers to tintin for the code!

I'll probably use this for posting fics at some point, but mostly, I'm here for the wank.