Mistletoe

Mistletoe

Summary: Struck by a touch of Christmas spirit, Billy hangs mistletoe up, as a decoration. But Dominic remembers the true significance of the plant and reminds Billy of it.

Author/s: Lillia Reye Ellese…you can just call me Lillia though.

Length: One Shot…and this is probably a longer confection than it truly should be, I tend to add conversations and details that aren’t completely necessary, but I don’t like leaving unanswered questions, especially if it’s a one shot.

Rating: Hmm…R because that’s the lowest you can go here, but its not really smut material. I was raised catholic, after all. (will take me a little time to get over that)

Warnings: hmm… nothing to be afraid of…maybe a drop of badly attempted humor, but really this fic is really mild.

Archive: Hey, if you want to, go ahead. Ask me or at least notify me about it, but I don’t mind…I’d be really, really flattered actually.

Disclaimer: I really hope that Dom and Billy don’t get into these websites by accident ever because they would be appalled-or perhaps humored, who knows?-by all these lies. Lies, yes lies! I make it all up! Never met these guys, never seen them in person, (although I see Dominic every Wednesday on Lost!! Love that show…love Charlie…i was almost crying when i thought he died...but then he came back! yay! oh...hope that didnt spoil it for anyone...sorry...moving on), and all I know about them I get from interviews…so this has nothing to do with them, really…I just use their names and images to get people to read my writing haha! Anyways, yeah…not real. Total AU…in my brain. Okay, now that that’s explained…

Notes: I came up with this story because my mother hangs a mistletoe in our kitchen doorway and no one has ever actually kissed under it because we see it as a decoration and don’t actually follow the tradition…and as I was walking under it today, a thought hit me and this fic is it….other than that…um, I am a borderline bi-sexual female virgin…not a gay man…so if I make any mistake in that area, please forgive me and inform me of it. There’s no smut in this anyways, though…sorry.

And now, my story…I know parts of it are lame, forgive me please. oh well. Read and be sure to review please!! I accept bad reviews and flames! It only takes a second *gets down on knees and pleads* please please review!! Anyways…

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*Click* Sigh. *Click, Click, Click*

“Damn it all to hell, there’s never anything on this bloody thing.” Billy grumbled, clicking through the channels for the third time. Finally, with a defeated sigh he settled on the cartoon version of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”. It was that, infomercials, or a puppet version of “Jack Frost”.

The puppet Jack Frost kind of gave him the creeps and the last time he watched infomercials he had…found himself persuaded into buying a set of Magic Knives that he accidentally cut himself with over a dozen times (“Won’t hurt a tomato my arse”), earrings for a girlfriend that…didn’t exist and probably was never going to since Billy was gay and pretty comfortable with that, and a giant talking fish he had to lock away in Elijah’s closet because it would start talking to him in the middle of the night…with or without batteries. Besides, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” had been one of his favorite Dr. Suess books when he was a kid and it happened to be Christmas season, so he figured, “Its better than buying a talking fish.”

After the first ten minutes Billy soon remembered why he had liked the story when he was a kid and got into the movie. By the time it was over, he had become completely enthralled. Turning off his t.v. he looked around his trailer and realized that it was impossible to tell it was only…hmm…23 days until Christmas. That simply couldn’t do. He was in a Christmas spirit now, and felt like putting stuff up.

Finding a box he had brought with him, he pulled out the only Christmas decoration he had packed: a fake, 6 inch Christmas tree. He set the tree on top of the television…and then preceeded to search his trailer for more decorations, even though he knew he hadn’t brought anything else. In the end he had found two red shoe laces, two green laces, and white laces. As he was tying the red shoelaces on his front doorknob in bows, one on each side, he spied Elijah’s trailer that was trimmed in chaser Christmas lights and gaudy tinsel.

“Oh yeah…Elijah started decorating last week…I bet he would have some extra decorations.” Billy said to himself before he left his trailer and went over to Elijah’s.

He knocked two times before he remembered that since they had the morning off today, Elijah and Orlando had gone out somewhere. He tried the knob…and it was actually open!

“Stupid trusting kid.” Billy muttered happily as he walked in. He had thought that after Viggo’s latest practical joke on Dom (he had glued all his cupboards, dresser drawers, and doors shut), Elijah would have started locking his door…but then again Elijah did believe that he was on Viggo’s team. He would soon find out that Viggo had no team.

Elijah’s house was very decorated, almost to the point of gaudy…so Billy didn’t see how taking a few things here and there would upset him…if he noticed a few things missing out of a large array of ornaments. He grabbed a box and tossed a few things that caught his eye in it. Finally, with all of his selections, he slipped back out of the trailer and to his own.

He hadn’t picked up enough to make his trailer very decorated, but it was enough to satisfy Billy at the moment. As he was finishing placing the window stick ons on he heard Dom come in. He knew it was Dom because he was the only one to just walk in without knocking; even Elijah knocked AS he came in.

“Hmm…I see you’re in a festive mood. Where’d you get the decorations from, Billy?” Dom asked as he came into Billy’s kitchen and opened up his fridge.

“Stole them from Elijah’s trailer. Figured he had so many he wouldn’t really notice.” Billy explained as he stuck a Santa stick on to his kitchen window.

“Eh, that’s true. He’s still gonna throw a hissy when he recognizes some of this stuff.” Dom answered. “Aha, you’ve still got some pancake mix left in here…why do you have to keep the maple syrup in the fridge though? Just ruins the whole bloody pancake.”

Bill rolled his eyes as he came out from behind the curtains. “I am sorry, Dominic. Next time I will consider your feelings on the matter and be sure to keep my food where you tell me to.”

“Good. Because seriously, cold syrup? Its just ridiculous. Becomes all thick and makes the pancake cold too.” As Dom rambled he went into the living room….and then Billy heard him, “Hey…you’ve got a mistletoe.”

Billy went out into the living room and looked to where Dom stood. “Elijah’s got a mistletoe actually…I just nicked it from him.”

Dominic stood under the mistletoe for a few moments as Billy busied himself with tying green and white shoelaces around various objects in the room. Finally Dom sighed, and stepping up on his tiptoes kissed the gold bell that was hanging down from the mistletoe. Hearing the bell, Billy turned in time to see Dom.

“…Dom, why’d you kiss my mistletoe?” he asked, slightly confused.

“Well actually its not yours, its ‘Lij’s…and I’ve been standing here for nearly three minutes and haven’t been kissed yet or kissed anyone, so I decided I’m not going to leave the post with nothing, so if nothing else, I could at least kiss the mistletoe.”

Billy laughed, shaking his head at Dom as he walked up to him. “Its so sad when you’re that desperate, Dom, really it is.” And without further warning he leaned forward and promptly kissed Dom chastely on the lips, before stepping back. “Happy now?”

Dom stood in shock for a moment, before answering slowly… “You…just kissed me Billy.”

Billy had that not unfamiliar tickle of nervousness touch him, because Dom was his best friend…and because of that Dom also knew he was gay. What if he had actually crossed that line that he hadn’t realized Dom had and pushed their physical casualness too far? But it was just a tickle…after all, it was Dom.

“Yeah, I’m surprised too, Dominic…I mean, you were pretty much asking for it, but you really did not deserve it. You come into my house, raid my fridge, insult my refrigerated syrup and then start molesting my decorations…I’m just too forgiving, I suppose.” Billy answered, shaking his head sadly, his tone light to let Dom know the kiss had not been serious.

Dom still…looked serious. And then thoughtful. “I did ask for it though…forgive me for not asking this time.” And before Billy could ask for an explanation, Dom grabbed him by his shoulders and pulling him back under the mistletoe, kissed him full on the mouth.

Billy’s surprise couldn’t keep him from reacting after a second and returning the kiss, his hands sliding up Dom’s neck and into his soft fuzz of hair at his nape, and pulling him tighter against him. Slick wetness touched at his lips and he opened up slowly, allowing a warm tongue to enter. Dom carefully traced every reachable part of Billy’s mouth, sliding against his tongue and pulling it into a tango of slick warmth.

Billy let his arms slide down to his sides as they parted slowly. He stared at Dom for a second, unable to think anything but ‘I hate having to breathe’.

“And that, my friend, is what you’re supposed to do under mistletoe.” Dom said, a drop of smugness in his slightly breathless tone.

“Quite nifty little plants.” Billy answered softly*…before… “You never told me you were gay. Not even when I pretty much asked you.”

Dom grinned before shrugging. “You asked the wrong questions, because I’m not…I’m bi.”

Billy growled, “You dirty little cheater.”

“Dirty…maybe. Cheater…never. Little…want to find out?” Dom asked mischievously.

“As long as you’re sure you’re done molesting the mistletoe.” Billy joked.

“Oh quite done. I’m ready to start molesting something a bit better.”

Billy looked around nervously. “Alright…but I’m not sure if Elijah will understand. Honestly, Dom, do you have to take out your sexual frustration on the ribbons and tinsel?...I’d be careful kissing the lights that are plugged in, by the way.” He answered, before starting to walk away to leave Dom to his molesting.

“You’d better get back here, Boyd.” Dom growled before chasing Billy into his bedroom.*

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“Dom…what kept you from telling me before?” Billy asked as he casually traced patterns on Dom’s soft stomach with his fingers.

Dom shrugged. “I was afraid you only liked me as a friend…really, I didn’t think I was your type.”

Billy laughed. “Really?...ask me these kind of things, Dom, honestly….I mean, the only thing that kept me from making a move was, well besides you purposely making me think you’re straight for almost a bloody year and a half, you wanker, I was afraid you were going to use me to get to Elijah’s mistletoe.”

Dom sighed. “Will you please let the mistletoe thing die? It got you to kiss me…really, I should’ve started molesting your things a lot earlier.”

“Molesting Elijah’s things, actually, considering the mistletoe is his…what do you say we go and thank him for lending it to me, later?” Billy said thoughtfully.

“Oh yes…we need to get him a great Christmas gift this year.” Dom added.

“We could always not play that joke on him we were going to…”

“And not see him run around the Shire trying to get his glued feet off after we would have coated the inside with itching powder?” Dom said incredulously.

Billy thought a moment. “Good point…lets just get him a good present…and I’ll return his mistletoe tomorrow. I really don’t think I could get any more good use out of it.”

Suddenly, Dom rolled on top of Billy, pinning his shoulders to the bed before kissing him deeply, their tongues sliding against each other in a passionate dance. Finally Dom pulled back. Leaning down, he dropped a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips, and panted softly in Billy’s ear, “Wanna bet?”

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and yes, that’s it. I could’ve easily ended it…two times before this, those little * represent where I could’ve ended it successfully, but no, I felt like adding more… but I hate it when characters suddenly realize they’re gay with no explanation. I mean…really…people usually know during puberty/teen years, so to suddenly realize when you’re like 25-30 is not very common…they can accept it at that age, but I think the idea comes to them a bit before that. But….i’m only basing that off of myself and people I know, oh and interviews of famous homosexuals. So…eh, if you think I’m wrong, I very well could be. People are all very different. I just figured, eh if I was in a situation like that, I’d have a few questions. Oh well…anyways, love it, hate it, don’t really care either way, please please please tell me! I love reviews. I will even personally reply and thank you if you include your email!

Oh, and if anyone is wondering, the other slash story that I am helping my friend Di write, (Understand), well she is working on a second chapter at the moment, but she is having serious WBS (Writer’s Block Syndrome), and…since we are kind of fighting, I am not exactly helping her with it. But, as soon as she stops being a bitch, I will gladly help her put up the next chapter. So, it will be updated…probably just before or after new years, really its up to her.