Carpe Noctem.

None of this is true, ofcourse. Came all out of my mind. I don't own anything.

“Aren’t you ready yet? Or are you busy drooling at your own reflection, prettyboy!?”, Jennifer jokingly hollered at the bedroom where Dominic was getting dressed for the premiere. “Yeah, we’re pretty tired of waiting, you know… we’re growing roots over here!” Billy added with a big grin on his face.
Jennifer got a tad giggly from that remark and the silly expression on his face. Thing was, she had developed a major crush on Billy for some time now. She felt this lead to her behaving like a smitten teenager when he was around and that bothered her big time. What she really wanted, was just to come across as the mature woman that she normally was. When HE wasn’t near. And then there was another thing that bothered her; she felt like she couldn’t hit on Billy cause he was one of Dom’s best friends. And Dom of course, was one of her most promising clients. What if Billy and she would hit it off, get involved in a short, steamy relationship or maybe even only a one-night stand, discovering that there was no future in it and split? Wouldn’t that jeopardise her professional connection with Dom? Speaking of the handsome devil, what on earth was taking him so long? She decided to get up and to give a knock on the bedroom-door.

Dominic Monaghan was in his bedroom that smelled like Givenchy, placing the finishing touch to his designer-outfit; strapping one of his black leather cuffs to his right wrist while he whistled ”Strawberry fields forever”.

He heard Jen-bless her-yelling something about whether he was almost ready and this was almost immediately followed by a lame wisecrack of Mr. Boyd himself, who was staying for a few days at his house. No doubt Billy was ready for the premiere, but Dom had been hesitating between two different suits and four pairs of shoes. Not that he was particularly vain, but it was a big night for him; after all, this was his first movie with him starring in the leading part. So, no doubt, it was very important how he came across on camera and on the hundreds of pictures that would snapped this evening, to be put online yet only a few hours later. To be scooped up and posted in hundreds of messageboards and blogs. And to be transformed into dozens of avatars, wallpapers and backgrounds. Jen was reading some of those boards frequently, because she felt it was part of her job to keep up with what the avid fangirls had to say about “their yummy Hobbit”. She knew that the comments on his appearances made him die of shame, so she called him at least once a week reciting quotes like: “ Yikes! He looks that damn good. This has got to be one of my favourites. Just want to sit on his lap and wiggle.” Or something similar like: “Oh hell yeah!!!! He can stare at me like that whenever he wants. And he damn well can be the reason I feel sick in the morning!!! *blushes* Okay, I didn't say that”, while he screamed laughing “Shut up! You’re making this up, right?!” Not to even mention those sex-stories that were swarming around online about Billy and him, Billy and Lij, Lij and him, Orlando and Viggo… You name the combination, it had been done. Ian had mailed him some URL’s that led to the so-called “slash”, but he had been in no mood to check them out. Yeah, he knew he was getting a big fanbase, but blimey, those girls were worse then an average soccerboys-lockerroom!

But what the fangirls didn’t know, was that neither of them was ever likely to wiggle on his lap…. Simply because he had discovered that he had the same preferences as Sir Ian. He really had known since he was a little boy, but he’d always pushed it away. Now that he was in his late twenties, he had finally admitted to himself that in no way a girl would turn him on the way a man could. Like Billy did. Dom flushed at the thought of Billy. His stomach began to knot up and suddenly his neck and back were getting warm. That was so not like him, he thought, but Billy brought out the teenage boy in him again. Suddenly there was a knock on his door. Dom was startled out of his daydreaming and yelled quickly: “Come on in!”

Jen entered and asked if he was finally ready to go. Dom nodded. “Yeah, almost. Just gotta write something new on my hand. Any ideas?” “Hmmm, well, you’ve done things like “trees” and “girls” already…so… I dunno. I’m totally uninspired today, I guess. Sorry.” “Oh, alright. How about something to pull the fangirls out of balance? Like “Orlando”, or no wait! “BILLY!” That would REALLY mess with their minds”, Dom was only half kidding.

“No, Dom! If you do that, I’ll be answering stupid phone-calls of weird Japanese reporters who don’t get the joke all week - AGAIN!” “Well, I’ll give you a raise, then.” Jen rolled her eyes out of sheer desperation. Billy walked in. “Anybody call me?” Big grin on his funny face. “Guess what the cheeky monkey is going to do this time?” Jen complained. Dom grabbed his Sharpie from a desk and got the cap off. “No, but do enlighten me,” Billy said. “He’s gonna write YOUR name on his hand.” For about half a second, Billy kept quiet, but then he started to laugh so hard that he had to hold his belly. “You asshole! Gonna mindfuck the fangirls?” “Hell, yeah!” “Well, go for it! Best idea I heard all day.”

Jen left the room while she was muttering to herself about the extra work that no doubt was coming in as a result of this stunt. Dom started writing in big black letters, going back and forth to make them even easier to read. When he finished “Billy” in capitals, he added some little hearts to it. That had Billy even more in stitches. “You’re killing me, you know?!” Dom smiled a bit. “Yeah, I know….” Jen came back in again. “Limo is here in five minutes, gentlemen.”