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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
6,085
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Daddy's Home
Daddy’s Home
By
Cliff Richards
You're my love, you're my angel,
You're the one in my dreams.
And I'd like to thank you for waiting patiently.
Daddy's home,
Your daddy's home to stay -
How I waited for this moment to be by your side.
Your best friends around told me
You had teardrops in your eyes.
Daddy's home,
Your daddy's home to stay.
It wasn't on a Sunday -
Monday and Tuesday went by.
It wasn't on a Tuesday afternoon
AII I could do was cry.
But I made a promise that you treasure,
And I made it back home to you.
How I waited for this moment to be by your side
Your best friends around told me
Your had teardrops in your eyes.
Daddy's home,
Your daddy's home to stay.
Daddy's home to stay –
I'm not a thousand miles away
Chapter fourteen
Daddy’s Home
By
Ghost in the Mist
Sean sat in his apartment and looked out of the window, he looked out of the window at a perfectly miserable rainy morning. He thought of the song “The Sky is Crying” and felt as miserable as the weather looked. Sean felt miserable, unthinkably miserable because he really missed Billy. Sean missed Billy and all this rain didn’t help. It made him think of those precious few days when he and Billy had shared their first few days together, rained in. Sean wondered how many songs there was about rain. It seemed that’s all he heard when he turned on the radio, one song after another with some reference to rain. Was this how it was going to be every time it rained?
He’d been gone for more than ten days now. His visit was supposed to be longer, and Sean wondered if he was going to feel this…incomplete, yes, incomplete…the whole time. The depth of his feelings had caught him by surprise. He knew he had developed a thing for his little Billy, but he hadn’t known how deep this feeling would go. He hadn’t anticipated the effect Billy had on him. He’d had no idea Billy’s love for him would be so thoroughly and completely returned, or how this would make him feel when he finally got it through his skull how Billy felt. Billy took Sean’s love and distilled it, made it more potent and, and what? Pure? Yes, pure.
Billy had made Sean’s love more potent and pure like some benevolent drug, and then Billy had returned that potent and pure love in large economy-sized doses. Billy had done this without asking anything in return, done it without the least bit of manipulation or demand, Billy had just trusted Sean, Billy had trusted Sean with the innocence and faith of a child. And it had snatched the fucking rug right out from under Sean’s feet.
Sean thought about Billy’s heart, that big, warm heart. Sean wondered how it was that no one had claimed that heart, really claimed it for their own. Well, whoever had had the chance had blown it. They had blown it and Sean was glad they had. Because you just don’t run into someone with a heart like that every day. Hell, most people don’t run into someone with a heart like that for their entire life.
Sean’s phone chirped. He pressed it to his ear, hoping it was Billy. It wasn’t Billy though, it was Viggo.
“Sean.” Viggo said.
“Hello, Vig, how are things?”
“Great, Sean, things are great for me.”
“How is everyone?”
“Well, good, I suppose, depending.”
“Depending on what?” Sean asked. Viggo sounded like he was in one of his moods when he felt like driving Sean to distraction.
“Depending on which everyone you’re talking about.”
“Billy?”
“I’ll put it this way, you stay gone much longer and someone might get it in their head to see he isn’t so lonely.”
“Viggo, are you telling me someone is moving in on my territory?”
“Hmm, territory. Interesting way to put it.”
“Viggo, kindly cut the bullshit, you know what I mean.”
“And apparently you know what I mean, too.”
“Look, just tell me, is someone making moves on Billy or not?”
“Not yet. Just trying to get it across to you what you’ve got. I wouldn’t leave something like that just lying around, waiting for someone to pick it up and claim it for their own. I mean, it’s still new. Fragile, like a new butterfly. You should be careful that some spider doesn’t come along and find it.”
“I know. You’re right, of course. To tell the truth, I was just thinking about cutting my visit here short and heading back. Billy wouldn’t hear of it the last time we talked.”
“Then don’t tell him. Surprise him. He’ll love it.”
“I think I will. Can you pick me up when I get there?”
“Of course.”
“Not a word, now, to anyone. Loose lips, you know.”
“I won’t say a word to anyone. So then, you’re coming back?”
“Just as soon as I can pack and say my goodbyes.”
“I’ll be waiting to hear from you.”
“You do that. Vig?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Sean. See you soon.” And click.
Sean spent the remainder of the day saying goodbye to his family, then he packed, went to the airport and bought his ticket. Sean hated flying; he hated the turbulence. The turbulence made him uptight, made him all jittery and he hated being jittery, but he didn’t like this other jittery feeling any better, this jittery feeling of being incomplete.
By the time he got to New Zealand he was exhausted, wrung out. Viggo had picked him up in the wee small hours like the loyal friend he was and deposited him at his front door. Sean quietly unlocked the door and stepped in. Dom was sleeping on the sofa with the TV on and a pyramid of empty beer containers perfectly balanced on the table. He snored softly. Sean chuckled quietly to himself. Billy and his Dom… what a pair they made! Sean watched Dom sleeping for a few moments, thinking about how he had grown to love his friends here and how, since Billy had been with Sean, he had grown much more fond of Dom, if for no other reason than because Dom made Billy happy. Then Sean crept to their bedroom, softly opened the door and stepped inside.
He undressed in the dark as quietly as he could, then crept beneath the covers. Billy didn’t wake, but he moved, as if by instinct, closer to Sean and Sean couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around Billy and holding him close. As Sean’s eyes grew accustomed to the darkness he could see Billy’s face in the cold, silver light of a waxing moon, he could see Billy’s face, placid and sweetly sleeping as Billy lay in Sean’s arms. Light and shadow played on the features of Billy’s face, etching little lines here and there, bathing a curve here, and angle there. Thick, golden lashes lay against Billy’s cheeks, his perfectly shaped mouth was sweetly slack, like that of a child. He looked very much the profane little angel to Sean just now, and Sean’s exhaustion seemed to just vanish, the exhaustion vanished like a puff of smoke, insubstantial as writing on water and it was replaced with want.
Sean resisted at first, then gave in to himself and indulged himself in the merest whisper of a kiss to Billy’s cheek. Billy smiled in his sleep, Billy smiled in his sleep and murmured a single word dreamily.
“Daddy…” Billy said in his sleep.
Sean felt his heart swell, Sean felt his heart swell nearly to the point of bursting. He softly stroked Billy’s back in soothing little circles and gave Billy another whisper of a kiss, this time on the mouth.
“Ssh, ssh, little Billy.” Sean smiled as Billy cuddled into him, small and perfect, warm and cozy as a little squirrel. “Sleep, Billy baby. Daddy’s home.”
By
Cliff Richards
You're my love, you're my angel,
You're the one in my dreams.
And I'd like to thank you for waiting patiently.
Daddy's home,
Your daddy's home to stay -
How I waited for this moment to be by your side.
Your best friends around told me
You had teardrops in your eyes.
Daddy's home,
Your daddy's home to stay.
It wasn't on a Sunday -
Monday and Tuesday went by.
It wasn't on a Tuesday afternoon
AII I could do was cry.
But I made a promise that you treasure,
And I made it back home to you.
How I waited for this moment to be by your side
Your best friends around told me
Your had teardrops in your eyes.
Daddy's home,
Your daddy's home to stay.
Daddy's home to stay –
I'm not a thousand miles away
Chapter fourteen
Daddy’s Home
By
Ghost in the Mist
Sean sat in his apartment and looked out of the window, he looked out of the window at a perfectly miserable rainy morning. He thought of the song “The Sky is Crying” and felt as miserable as the weather looked. Sean felt miserable, unthinkably miserable because he really missed Billy. Sean missed Billy and all this rain didn’t help. It made him think of those precious few days when he and Billy had shared their first few days together, rained in. Sean wondered how many songs there was about rain. It seemed that’s all he heard when he turned on the radio, one song after another with some reference to rain. Was this how it was going to be every time it rained?
He’d been gone for more than ten days now. His visit was supposed to be longer, and Sean wondered if he was going to feel this…incomplete, yes, incomplete…the whole time. The depth of his feelings had caught him by surprise. He knew he had developed a thing for his little Billy, but he hadn’t known how deep this feeling would go. He hadn’t anticipated the effect Billy had on him. He’d had no idea Billy’s love for him would be so thoroughly and completely returned, or how this would make him feel when he finally got it through his skull how Billy felt. Billy took Sean’s love and distilled it, made it more potent and, and what? Pure? Yes, pure.
Billy had made Sean’s love more potent and pure like some benevolent drug, and then Billy had returned that potent and pure love in large economy-sized doses. Billy had done this without asking anything in return, done it without the least bit of manipulation or demand, Billy had just trusted Sean, Billy had trusted Sean with the innocence and faith of a child. And it had snatched the fucking rug right out from under Sean’s feet.
Sean thought about Billy’s heart, that big, warm heart. Sean wondered how it was that no one had claimed that heart, really claimed it for their own. Well, whoever had had the chance had blown it. They had blown it and Sean was glad they had. Because you just don’t run into someone with a heart like that every day. Hell, most people don’t run into someone with a heart like that for their entire life.
Sean’s phone chirped. He pressed it to his ear, hoping it was Billy. It wasn’t Billy though, it was Viggo.
“Sean.” Viggo said.
“Hello, Vig, how are things?”
“Great, Sean, things are great for me.”
“How is everyone?”
“Well, good, I suppose, depending.”
“Depending on what?” Sean asked. Viggo sounded like he was in one of his moods when he felt like driving Sean to distraction.
“Depending on which everyone you’re talking about.”
“Billy?”
“I’ll put it this way, you stay gone much longer and someone might get it in their head to see he isn’t so lonely.”
“Viggo, are you telling me someone is moving in on my territory?”
“Hmm, territory. Interesting way to put it.”
“Viggo, kindly cut the bullshit, you know what I mean.”
“And apparently you know what I mean, too.”
“Look, just tell me, is someone making moves on Billy or not?”
“Not yet. Just trying to get it across to you what you’ve got. I wouldn’t leave something like that just lying around, waiting for someone to pick it up and claim it for their own. I mean, it’s still new. Fragile, like a new butterfly. You should be careful that some spider doesn’t come along and find it.”
“I know. You’re right, of course. To tell the truth, I was just thinking about cutting my visit here short and heading back. Billy wouldn’t hear of it the last time we talked.”
“Then don’t tell him. Surprise him. He’ll love it.”
“I think I will. Can you pick me up when I get there?”
“Of course.”
“Not a word, now, to anyone. Loose lips, you know.”
“I won’t say a word to anyone. So then, you’re coming back?”
“Just as soon as I can pack and say my goodbyes.”
“I’ll be waiting to hear from you.”
“You do that. Vig?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Sean. See you soon.” And click.
Sean spent the remainder of the day saying goodbye to his family, then he packed, went to the airport and bought his ticket. Sean hated flying; he hated the turbulence. The turbulence made him uptight, made him all jittery and he hated being jittery, but he didn’t like this other jittery feeling any better, this jittery feeling of being incomplete.
By the time he got to New Zealand he was exhausted, wrung out. Viggo had picked him up in the wee small hours like the loyal friend he was and deposited him at his front door. Sean quietly unlocked the door and stepped in. Dom was sleeping on the sofa with the TV on and a pyramid of empty beer containers perfectly balanced on the table. He snored softly. Sean chuckled quietly to himself. Billy and his Dom… what a pair they made! Sean watched Dom sleeping for a few moments, thinking about how he had grown to love his friends here and how, since Billy had been with Sean, he had grown much more fond of Dom, if for no other reason than because Dom made Billy happy. Then Sean crept to their bedroom, softly opened the door and stepped inside.
He undressed in the dark as quietly as he could, then crept beneath the covers. Billy didn’t wake, but he moved, as if by instinct, closer to Sean and Sean couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around Billy and holding him close. As Sean’s eyes grew accustomed to the darkness he could see Billy’s face in the cold, silver light of a waxing moon, he could see Billy’s face, placid and sweetly sleeping as Billy lay in Sean’s arms. Light and shadow played on the features of Billy’s face, etching little lines here and there, bathing a curve here, and angle there. Thick, golden lashes lay against Billy’s cheeks, his perfectly shaped mouth was sweetly slack, like that of a child. He looked very much the profane little angel to Sean just now, and Sean’s exhaustion seemed to just vanish, the exhaustion vanished like a puff of smoke, insubstantial as writing on water and it was replaced with want.
Sean resisted at first, then gave in to himself and indulged himself in the merest whisper of a kiss to Billy’s cheek. Billy smiled in his sleep, Billy smiled in his sleep and murmured a single word dreamily.
“Daddy…” Billy said in his sleep.
Sean felt his heart swell, Sean felt his heart swell nearly to the point of bursting. He softly stroked Billy’s back in soothing little circles and gave Billy another whisper of a kiss, this time on the mouth.
“Ssh, ssh, little Billy.” Sean smiled as Billy cuddled into him, small and perfect, warm and cozy as a little squirrel. “Sleep, Billy baby. Daddy’s home.”