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hackthis_archive) wrote2003-03-27 11:56 am
Scots on top.
I’m whizzing around looking at the gorgeous icons by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
untitled06,lux__aeterna and edigo, and I keep thinking 'I lusted after Adrien back in his Restaurant days.' He's always been hot.
Lex, Draco and Harry are currently in union negotiations complaining that I work them too hard, consistently treat them badly and kill them (Draco’s peeve) incessantly. Whatever. I got them all laid last week. Talk to the rep.
Besides, I have a new toy - Billy. Ain’t he hot?
“Can I have your autograph? It's not for what you are, it's for only what you're not.”
-The Charlatans
LOTRips
Fame-22
Billy squeezes his toothpaste from the middle of the tube.
He also snores.
He sleeps in the middle of the bed, hogging the bedclothes, and he tends to get in a terrible strop when his tea goes cold, as Dom will attest. He takes his tea white, with two sugars, but will only drink his coffee black, with one.
Billy scratches himself inappropriately even when he can’t be sure someone’s not looking, and he’s been known to go without pants rather than do the laundry. He’s got a serious aversion to doing the laundry, but he makes up for it in the kitchen. He’s a cracking chef, even if he’s crap about doing the washing up.
Point being, Billy’s not perfect.
He doesn’t want to be either.
*
Billy’s always wanted to be on stage.
He’s always wanted to sit in the make-up chair for hours on end and be required to do wardrobe fittings.
He likes rehearsal.
He’s always wanted to get the girl (boy) in a grand, sweeping, dramatic style. As opposed to just scratching behind his right ear because his wig is driving him mental, and mumbling something that might be an invitation on a date.
Yes, Billy’s always wanted to be a performer, and the entertainment industry is one of the few places in the world where it doesn’t pay to be tall.
Obviously it’s tailor-made for Billy.
It’s his job. It’s not him.
*
Billy’s always wanted to be an actor.
He’s wanted light sabers and Jedi powers. He’s wanted CGI and Feet.
He’s wanted the experience.
No one ever said anything about the fame bit.
No one ever said anything about the shrieking girls with their autograph pens, or the blokes digging in his rubbish.
Nowhere in any contract did anyone say anything about his mates treating him odd or his exes going to The Scotsman and The Sunday Mail trying to sell stories about his sex life. No one said anything about unlisted phone numbers and generic answer phone messages. Billy certainly doesn’t remember signing away his right to go down to the pub and have a pint without half the city staring at him.
Fool of a Boyd.
He didn’t realise the chain reaction when he knocked the bucket down the well.
*
No one ever said anything to Billy about getting involved with his costars, because it’s an implicit fact:
Don’t piss on your own doorstep.
Don’t shag the people you have to see every bleeding day.
The scent of piss is a bit stale now though, perhaps because he’s been with Dom for so long (sixteen months, give or take). Or perhaps it’s because he’s heard all the rumours about Dom and Elijah (and those are just from his costars).
If he didn’t know differently, he might be concerned.
Billy has nothing to be concerned about. Dom’s mad about him. He’s said so. He’s even said so sober. However, no one said anything about hiding his lover away before.
But that was before.
This is after.
Billy’s got a reputation now.
The name ‘Billy Boyd’ actually means something outside a five kilometer radius in Glasgow, nowadays.
*
Billy got ‘the boy’ because of who he is. And what he does.
He tries very hard to forget that sometimes, but he can’t because it always comes back to Dom.
Billy wants Dom. Billy has Dom.
He never gets tired of his need to consume Dom, to be with him, a part of him. Plus, the sex is good.
The shagging is better.
Fucking generally never reaches the bedroom though, and every now and then they even make love. The sweat tastes the same even if the crevices are different, and the slick slide never develops a new catch.
Billy likes it that way.
Billy likes the comfort and the difference. There’s an unpredictable sameness to being with Dom no matter who’s on top. Kisses and bites and soothing massages stay the same no matter what the rest of the world thinks or does or says.
Afterwards, in a mess of sweat and astroglide, Billy practices his autograph in the small of Dom’s back.
Without some desire for fame and celebrity, Billy never would have met Dom.
Or maybe fate would have thrown them together anyway.
Billy can’t be sure, and he doesn’t really want to take the chance.
*
He’s Peregrin Took to the slightly-mental Tolkien worshippers.
He’s Mr. Boyd to the interviewers from Maxim and FHM.
He’s ‘mah wee boy’ to his nan, even though he’s 0.3 metres taller.
It’s nice to come home and just be ‘you fucking tosser’ when he forgets to pick up the takeaway for dinner.
*
At night, after the video of ‘They Think It’s All Over’ has been watched at least twice, Dom turns off the kettle and Billy makes sure the chain is fastened on the door.
The curtains have already been pulled.
Point in fact, Billy can’t remember the last time he left them open. It’s not as though anyone can see anything for the enormous coat rack that was a gift from his nan back when he first bought the house. But still. Billy would rather not find out on the front page of The Herald that he was wrong.
So after all the precautions have been made, Billy goes up to the room that he shares with Dom and he sheds all his clothing in a heap on the floor.
Billy’s a messy homeowner.
He hates the dusting and maintenance, but he quite enjoys the hoovering.
Dom says that’s dodgy.
He says Dom’s jealous, to which Dom retorts that he can’t possibly be jealous since he’s shagging Elijah’s brains out. On it goes, until they’re both under the duvet and the world outside is sufficiently pushed away, and Billy is just Billy.
He goes to sleep with a guy named Dom, and no one anywhere wants his autograph for any reason at all.
untitled06,lux__aeterna and edigo, and I keep thinking 'I lusted after Adrien back in his Restaurant days.' He's always been hot. Lex, Draco and Harry are currently in union negotiations complaining that I work them too hard, consistently treat them badly and kill them (Draco’s peeve) incessantly. Whatever. I got them all laid last week. Talk to the rep.
Besides, I have a new toy - Billy. Ain’t he hot?
“Can I have your autograph? It's not for what you are, it's for only what you're not.”
-The Charlatans
LOTRips
Fame-22
Billy squeezes his toothpaste from the middle of the tube.
He also snores.
He sleeps in the middle of the bed, hogging the bedclothes, and he tends to get in a terrible strop when his tea goes cold, as Dom will attest. He takes his tea white, with two sugars, but will only drink his coffee black, with one.
Billy scratches himself inappropriately even when he can’t be sure someone’s not looking, and he’s been known to go without pants rather than do the laundry. He’s got a serious aversion to doing the laundry, but he makes up for it in the kitchen. He’s a cracking chef, even if he’s crap about doing the washing up.
Point being, Billy’s not perfect.
He doesn’t want to be either.
*
Billy’s always wanted to be on stage.
He’s always wanted to sit in the make-up chair for hours on end and be required to do wardrobe fittings.
He likes rehearsal.
He’s always wanted to get the girl (boy) in a grand, sweeping, dramatic style. As opposed to just scratching behind his right ear because his wig is driving him mental, and mumbling something that might be an invitation on a date.
Yes, Billy’s always wanted to be a performer, and the entertainment industry is one of the few places in the world where it doesn’t pay to be tall.
Obviously it’s tailor-made for Billy.
It’s his job. It’s not him.
*
Billy’s always wanted to be an actor.
He’s wanted light sabers and Jedi powers. He’s wanted CGI and Feet.
He’s wanted the experience.
No one ever said anything about the fame bit.
No one ever said anything about the shrieking girls with their autograph pens, or the blokes digging in his rubbish.
Nowhere in any contract did anyone say anything about his mates treating him odd or his exes going to The Scotsman and The Sunday Mail trying to sell stories about his sex life. No one said anything about unlisted phone numbers and generic answer phone messages. Billy certainly doesn’t remember signing away his right to go down to the pub and have a pint without half the city staring at him.
Fool of a Boyd.
He didn’t realise the chain reaction when he knocked the bucket down the well.
*
No one ever said anything to Billy about getting involved with his costars, because it’s an implicit fact:
Don’t piss on your own doorstep.
Don’t shag the people you have to see every bleeding day.
The scent of piss is a bit stale now though, perhaps because he’s been with Dom for so long (sixteen months, give or take). Or perhaps it’s because he’s heard all the rumours about Dom and Elijah (and those are just from his costars).
If he didn’t know differently, he might be concerned.
Billy has nothing to be concerned about. Dom’s mad about him. He’s said so. He’s even said so sober. However, no one said anything about hiding his lover away before.
But that was before.
This is after.
Billy’s got a reputation now.
The name ‘Billy Boyd’ actually means something outside a five kilometer radius in Glasgow, nowadays.
*
Billy got ‘the boy’ because of who he is. And what he does.
He tries very hard to forget that sometimes, but he can’t because it always comes back to Dom.
Billy wants Dom. Billy has Dom.
He never gets tired of his need to consume Dom, to be with him, a part of him. Plus, the sex is good.
The shagging is better.
Fucking generally never reaches the bedroom though, and every now and then they even make love. The sweat tastes the same even if the crevices are different, and the slick slide never develops a new catch.
Billy likes it that way.
Billy likes the comfort and the difference. There’s an unpredictable sameness to being with Dom no matter who’s on top. Kisses and bites and soothing massages stay the same no matter what the rest of the world thinks or does or says.
Afterwards, in a mess of sweat and astroglide, Billy practices his autograph in the small of Dom’s back.
Without some desire for fame and celebrity, Billy never would have met Dom.
Or maybe fate would have thrown them together anyway.
Billy can’t be sure, and he doesn’t really want to take the chance.
*
He’s Peregrin Took to the slightly-mental Tolkien worshippers.
He’s Mr. Boyd to the interviewers from Maxim and FHM.
He’s ‘mah wee boy’ to his nan, even though he’s 0.3 metres taller.
It’s nice to come home and just be ‘you fucking tosser’ when he forgets to pick up the takeaway for dinner.
*
At night, after the video of ‘They Think It’s All Over’ has been watched at least twice, Dom turns off the kettle and Billy makes sure the chain is fastened on the door.
The curtains have already been pulled.
Point in fact, Billy can’t remember the last time he left them open. It’s not as though anyone can see anything for the enormous coat rack that was a gift from his nan back when he first bought the house. But still. Billy would rather not find out on the front page of The Herald that he was wrong.
So after all the precautions have been made, Billy goes up to the room that he shares with Dom and he sheds all his clothing in a heap on the floor.
Billy’s a messy homeowner.
He hates the dusting and maintenance, but he quite enjoys the hoovering.
Dom says that’s dodgy.
He says Dom’s jealous, to which Dom retorts that he can’t possibly be jealous since he’s shagging Elijah’s brains out. On it goes, until they’re both under the duvet and the world outside is sufficiently pushed away, and Billy is just Billy.
He goes to sleep with a guy named Dom, and no one anywhere wants his autograph for any reason at all.
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So I just offer up my endless adoration.
Psst- "those gorgeous icons" weren't made by me. Angelina and Joaquin were actually made by
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So I just offer up my endless adoration.
Psst- "those gorgeous icons" weren't made by me. Angelina and Joaquin were actually made by edigo for me, because she's lurvely. I made this one. Which is why it isn't as good, hah.
Okay, first of all lalalalafingersinears I'm not listening to you slandering the hot icon that is Johnny snogging Jude, because yes, that is so lust-ridden. Also, pretty. Now secondly, this story. Okay, this barebones skeletal, 'I--really-used-to-write-stuff-longer-than-1000-words-I-swear piece of Billy AKA this story. Huh. I am very verbose today. I digress. I'm glad you liked it, but you know that already *g*
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Untill then, may I please archive this fic on Pretty Boy Kittens (http://www.tentative.net/sascha/pbk/index.htm)?
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Untill then, may I please archive this fic on Pretty Boy Kittens?
Thank you so much for your kindess, I'm glad you enjoyed the story. However, I'm not archiving any of my RPS at this time, but if/when that changes, I'll be sure to let you know.
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I don't just adore you.
I fucking worship you.
I love how you write Billy, love how you draw his relationship with Dom. It's gorgeous and soft and right and they fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Beautiful.
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I don't just adore you.
I fucking worship you.
I love how you write Billy, love how you draw his relationship with Dom. It's gorgeous and soft and right and they fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Beautiful.
Your icon makes me stutter. Really, I think it's the hat. I need that on an icon. I must go fling myself at the feet of
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Beautiful and heartbreaking. You write a lovely Billy.
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Why thank you, I'm honored you think so.
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Billy has nothing to be concerned about. Dom’s mad about him. He’s said so. He’s even said so sober.
...Which further illustrates my point, and. And I so adore that sentence. *g*
Ah, yes, I so do love your Billy. Beautiful.
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What amazingly effusive feedback, thank you so much. I'm honored that you liked this so much, it means a lot to me *smiles*
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This just made my day. Your Billy is so tangible, it really makes me a little melancholy to know that he's probably not real.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, with the city-love and the Billy-ness, it did. Wonderful.
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Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, with the city-love and the Billy-ness, it did. Wonderful.
I think Billy's quite real, in his own distinctive ways that hopefully will never be written about. *g* Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked this.
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Dom says that’s dodgy.
Hee. Dodgy. *loves* You may just be awakening my love for Billy.
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Dom says that’s dodgy.
Hee. Dodgy. *loves* You may just be awakening my love for Billy.
*zaps Sara with SekritDomesticPowers!*
You will succumb, you will adore Billy too. The great irony in all this is that, despite my making Billy rather domestic and committed, *I* can't commit to a fucking haircut/style let alone a partner.
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If you've taken the time to tell me you enjoyed this, trust me, you don't suck at the feedback thing. *smiles* Thank you very much, by the way.
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Also, hello. I'm mostly harmless and seriously in awe of your prolificness.
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Also, hello. I'm mostly harmless and seriously in awe of your prolificness.
Thank you so much for all your kind words, I'm glad you enjoy my writing. *smiles*
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Anyway.
It’s nice to come home and just be ‘you fucking tosser’ when he forgets to pick up the takeaway for dinner.
Luff that. Luff.
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