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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,679
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
His Lips Caress Your Skin
Series: Roxanne
Chapter: 3
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: not bloody likely
Warning: fucking, angst, slash, ya know, the usual. Oh, and this is a first person account.
Disclaimer: If I had my way, Billy Boouldould be my husband and Dominic Monaghan would be my love slave. *sigh* alas I do not know or own either of them or anyone else mentioned in this fic. To the best of my knowledge, this never fucking happened. kay?
Acknowledgements: Daisy and Emily as always
Reviews are always appreciated.
*His Lips Caress Your Skin*
Dom’s POV
I watch as Elijah and Billy dance slowly, Elijah kissing the top of Billy’s head. Then kissing (or whispering into) Billy’s ear. I almost pick up my coat and leave when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I meet the chocolate eyes of my mohawked friend.
“Hey Orli,” I say.
He smiles at me. “Why so glum, chum?” he asks tipsily. “You look like you just ate something that disagreed with you.” I look to the floor. “Who was that hot bloke you just checked I and out of the bathroom with?” I can hear the humor in his voice.
“I happened again Orli.” I say with shame, meeting his eyes again.
“Oh shit,” Orli’s face suddenly turns serious. “You called his name again?”
Orli knows all about my thing with Billy. Since we were almost the exactly same age, I’d confided a lot I him. We aren’t as close Billy and I are, but hey, not everyone can be Billy. But in Orli I had a real no-attraction, just plain buddy friendship.
“Yeah,” I can feel myself tearing up. “But look at him Orli, just look at him and Lij.”
“It’s not what you think Dom.” Orli says softly, as if he knew what was going on.
“What do you know?!” I snap. Orli just glares at me. Oh hell, now I’m gonna get it.
“Look at him Monaghan,” he says curtly, so I do. “You didn’t even notice through your jealousy that he’s crying and Lij is comforting him. Under the watchful eye of Karl, might I add.” My eyes flash to Karl, who’s sitting close to us, watching Elijah carefully. Love and lust written all over his face. I look back at Billy and blanche. “Now don’t you think that it’s coincidental that Billy is crying only seconds after you come out of the bathroom with some blonde?” I look back at Orli, who gives me a chaste kiss on the lips. “Do the math Sblomie,” he whispers. “I’m gonna go find Beanie.”
I watch him as he turns and leaves, getting his boyfriend and coaxing him onto the dance floor.
My brain has just hit overdrive.
Oh shit.
I’ve been sending bad messages.
Oh shit.
Bollocksbleedingchristonacrutchfuckinghellbloodystupididiotfuckergoddamnit.
Need to sort this out.
Chapter: 3
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: not bloody likely
Warning: fucking, angst, slash, ya know, the usual. Oh, and this is a first person account.
Disclaimer: If I had my way, Billy Boouldould be my husband and Dominic Monaghan would be my love slave. *sigh* alas I do not know or own either of them or anyone else mentioned in this fic. To the best of my knowledge, this never fucking happened. kay?
Acknowledgements: Daisy and Emily as always
Reviews are always appreciated.
*His Lips Caress Your Skin*
Dom’s POV
I watch as Elijah and Billy dance slowly, Elijah kissing the top of Billy’s head. Then kissing (or whispering into) Billy’s ear. I almost pick up my coat and leave when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I meet the chocolate eyes of my mohawked friend.
“Hey Orli,” I say.
He smiles at me. “Why so glum, chum?” he asks tipsily. “You look like you just ate something that disagreed with you.” I look to the floor. “Who was that hot bloke you just checked I and out of the bathroom with?” I can hear the humor in his voice.
“I happened again Orli.” I say with shame, meeting his eyes again.
“Oh shit,” Orli’s face suddenly turns serious. “You called his name again?”
Orli knows all about my thing with Billy. Since we were almost the exactly same age, I’d confided a lot I him. We aren’t as close Billy and I are, but hey, not everyone can be Billy. But in Orli I had a real no-attraction, just plain buddy friendship.
“Yeah,” I can feel myself tearing up. “But look at him Orli, just look at him and Lij.”
“It’s not what you think Dom.” Orli says softly, as if he knew what was going on.
“What do you know?!” I snap. Orli just glares at me. Oh hell, now I’m gonna get it.
“Look at him Monaghan,” he says curtly, so I do. “You didn’t even notice through your jealousy that he’s crying and Lij is comforting him. Under the watchful eye of Karl, might I add.” My eyes flash to Karl, who’s sitting close to us, watching Elijah carefully. Love and lust written all over his face. I look back at Billy and blanche. “Now don’t you think that it’s coincidental that Billy is crying only seconds after you come out of the bathroom with some blonde?” I look back at Orli, who gives me a chaste kiss on the lips. “Do the math Sblomie,” he whispers. “I’m gonna go find Beanie.”
I watch him as he turns and leaves, getting his boyfriend and coaxing him onto the dance floor.
My brain has just hit overdrive.
Oh shit.
I’ve been sending bad messages.
Oh shit.
Bollocksbleedingchristonacrutchfuckinghellbloodystupididiotfuckergoddamnit.
Need to sort this out.