Senza nome, Billy/Dom, PG13
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anne_elliot
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG13
Summary: I know I'm not going to fool anyone, but I liked the imagery of the main scene :)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but they own me.
Author's notes: 719 words. As always, betaed by my beloved Sam. I'm not particularly fond of this one anymore, but I want everything I wrote to be archived here.
If Billy could call to say it’s over, he would call, really.
Because he knows he has too, sooner or later.
But he can’t bring himself to say that yet, so he just sits in front of the telephone, staring.
Dom is afraid of the dark.
He always has been, since he was a child; and he has never been able to do something about it.
He learned to sleep with no lights on only when he was about 15.
But right now, his mind is numb and dazed, and everything he’d see would only trigger more tears.
Besides, there’s nothing worth seeing around him.
So he just sits on the floor besides his bed, hugging his knees, concentrating on the little red light of his phone, waiting for it to blink, announcing a call.
Billy tells himself he should stop staring at the phone.
It’s pointless, and the phone won’t start talking to him, telling him what he should do.
Besides, he knows it; the point is only mustering up the courage to do it.
Dom is starting to get used to the darkness.
The velvety black around him is not so uncomfortable, after all, and on it, just like on a movie screen, his thoughts can replay scenes from the evening.
The usual, burning feeling of jealousy and loneliness on seeing Billy – his Billy – with – her.
The way he had kept himself far from them, sulking in the corners with a drink and Elijah’s shoulder to cry on, as usual…
Billy knew why Dom had scarcely said two words to him all evening – not consciously maybe, but he knew – and it unnerved him.
Seeing him run into a toilet, with that hurt look on his face, after seeing him kissing Ali, had been too much – he had followed him, seriously intentioned to scold him…he had nothing to apologize for, and he couldn’t stand him walking around looking like death on legs.
Apologize – Billy shakes his head, still looking at the telephone like it’s a dangerous animal.
On the black screen of the darkness surrounding him, the contours of Billy’s black jacket blur, and the only thing Dom can evoke clearly is the brightness of his face, lit by the white lights of the room, reflected by the white shiny walls.
“Crying? You’re crying? For me?”
“Stupid, uh? I’m sorry, didn’t want to spoil your evening”
He had seen the anger in his eyes; he had seen it melt, too, in front of his tears.
“You didn’t…oh right, you did but I can’t stand to see you like this…don’t know what to do…”
Was that pity or care in his eyes? His own had been too blurred to know, but he didn’t really want to know…
“Just hold me, Bills. Just for a while…just for once…it will go away, sooner or later…”
Billy doesn’t know why it happened. He had only wanted to make Dom feel better, and he had hugged him a thousand times, but somehow, this was different…maybe it was knowing, really knowing now, not just guessing anymore, and then pushing away the thought because it carried too many problems with it, too many questions to himself…
His hands had found a will of their own, and his lips, buried in the scent of Dom’s hair, too…
At the moment, it all had seemed the rightest, most perfect thing to do. And Dom’s lips, the perfect place to be. It had just been instinctive.
Billy smiles for a fleeting moment, remembering that feeling.
Then he frowns, as what came next comes back to his mind.
A knock.
A door opening.
“Billy?”
Silence.
A gasp. Three gasps.
Respectively, shock, guilt, and – pain?
“Ali!”
Dom remembers only how cold he had felt, when Billy had run away from him.
He keeps on looking at the phone’s little red light.
Maybe he doesn’t want Billy to call, after all.
Billy puts the phone down.
It’s been hard, but he owed some clarity to himself, and to them both.
Billy smiles; he has another call to make, not any less hard, but he hopes its effect will be happier on the receiver than the first one.
A red light blinks.
A phone rings.
“Hello?”
If the room wasn’t completely dark, someone could see the smile on Dom’s face, right now.
Author:
anne_elliotPairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG13
Summary: I know I'm not going to fool anyone, but I liked the imagery of the main scene :)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but they own me.
Author's notes: 719 words. As always, betaed by my beloved Sam. I'm not particularly fond of this one anymore, but I want everything I wrote to be archived here.
If Billy could call to say it’s over, he would call, really.
Because he knows he has too, sooner or later.
But he can’t bring himself to say that yet, so he just sits in front of the telephone, staring.
Dom is afraid of the dark.
He always has been, since he was a child; and he has never been able to do something about it.
He learned to sleep with no lights on only when he was about 15.
But right now, his mind is numb and dazed, and everything he’d see would only trigger more tears.
Besides, there’s nothing worth seeing around him.
So he just sits on the floor besides his bed, hugging his knees, concentrating on the little red light of his phone, waiting for it to blink, announcing a call.
Billy tells himself he should stop staring at the phone.
It’s pointless, and the phone won’t start talking to him, telling him what he should do.
Besides, he knows it; the point is only mustering up the courage to do it.
Dom is starting to get used to the darkness.
The velvety black around him is not so uncomfortable, after all, and on it, just like on a movie screen, his thoughts can replay scenes from the evening.
The usual, burning feeling of jealousy and loneliness on seeing Billy – his Billy – with – her.
The way he had kept himself far from them, sulking in the corners with a drink and Elijah’s shoulder to cry on, as usual…
Billy knew why Dom had scarcely said two words to him all evening – not consciously maybe, but he knew – and it unnerved him.
Seeing him run into a toilet, with that hurt look on his face, after seeing him kissing Ali, had been too much – he had followed him, seriously intentioned to scold him…he had nothing to apologize for, and he couldn’t stand him walking around looking like death on legs.
Apologize – Billy shakes his head, still looking at the telephone like it’s a dangerous animal.
On the black screen of the darkness surrounding him, the contours of Billy’s black jacket blur, and the only thing Dom can evoke clearly is the brightness of his face, lit by the white lights of the room, reflected by the white shiny walls.
“Crying? You’re crying? For me?”
“Stupid, uh? I’m sorry, didn’t want to spoil your evening”
He had seen the anger in his eyes; he had seen it melt, too, in front of his tears.
“You didn’t…oh right, you did but I can’t stand to see you like this…don’t know what to do…”
Was that pity or care in his eyes? His own had been too blurred to know, but he didn’t really want to know…
“Just hold me, Bills. Just for a while…just for once…it will go away, sooner or later…”
Billy doesn’t know why it happened. He had only wanted to make Dom feel better, and he had hugged him a thousand times, but somehow, this was different…maybe it was knowing, really knowing now, not just guessing anymore, and then pushing away the thought because it carried too many problems with it, too many questions to himself…
His hands had found a will of their own, and his lips, buried in the scent of Dom’s hair, too…
At the moment, it all had seemed the rightest, most perfect thing to do. And Dom’s lips, the perfect place to be. It had just been instinctive.
Billy smiles for a fleeting moment, remembering that feeling.
Then he frowns, as what came next comes back to his mind.
A knock.
A door opening.
“Billy?”
Silence.
A gasp. Three gasps.
Respectively, shock, guilt, and – pain?
“Ali!”
Dom remembers only how cold he had felt, when Billy had run away from him.
He keeps on looking at the phone’s little red light.
Maybe he doesn’t want Billy to call, after all.
Billy puts the phone down.
It’s been hard, but he owed some clarity to himself, and to them both.
Billy smiles; he has another call to make, not any less hard, but he hopes its effect will be happier on the receiver than the first one.
A red light blinks.
A phone rings.
“Hello?”
If the room wasn’t completely dark, someone could see the smile on Dom’s face, right now.