fic: Kinetic-Halcyon-Coalesce

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Kinetic-Halcyon-Coalesce

b/d

pg

 

A/N: My astronomy textbook inspired this with its talk of Kinetic Energy. It made me think of Dom.
A/N2: Thank you, Raquel, for helping me decide on an ending. ♥

 

 

 

Kinetic

pertaining to motion

 

 

Dom’s hands are a flurry of moment, blurring the video. His eyes dance from Billy, to the interviewer, to the camera, and around the room. He scratches his head, twists his long, gel-sticky hair between his fingers, then grips the armrests of his chair tightly, trying in vain to keep still. All of the sudden, he lifts himself up and rearranges his legs underneath him. Dom moves again and hugs his knees to his chest, tapping his fingers on his opposite wrist. The interviewer watches him warily, thinking that Dom’s body language means that he is nervous and flighty, but Dom (occasionally) looks the man in the eye and he (usually) answers the questions intelligently and completely. Dom watches Billy talk, and he watches Billy listen. A few times during the course of the interview, they talk solely to each other, almost ignoring the other man completely. During these times, Dom’s attention is completely focused, and his body is calm. But once the interview is over, Dom jumps up and shakes the man’s hand quickly before taking a walk around the room to look out the window or touch a picture frame or a potted plant. It’s just Dom’s nature.

 

[..::*::..]

 

 

Halcyon

calm; peaceful; tranquil

 

 

Billy sits quietly and still when the interviewer speaks. He folds his hands in his lap and listens intently. Billy’s voice is calm and measured when he answers, and he maintains eye contact with the man. Every so often, Billy will rearrange himself in his chair, but he is always sitting up straight, yet appearing comfortable. When Dom speaks, Billy turns his attention to his fidgeting friend and wills him to keep still. Billy tries to ignore Dom’s constant movement, but he has to physically restrain himself from catching Dom’s hand in his own or gently touching Dom’s arm to settle him. He occasionally poses questions of his own to Dom, intent on calming him down, and it works. Dom focuses on him and becomes still. During these moments, Billy himself is usually moving or fidgeting, but he doesn’t think about that. When the camera stops rolling and Dom jumps out of his seat, Billy stays seated to thank the interviewer and maybe chat for a moment. When the man leaves the room, Billy walks up behind Dom and lays a hand on his shoulder to still him. It’s just Billy’s nature.

 

 

[..::*::..]

 

Coalesce

to blend or come together

 

 

Billy murmurs a question, and Dom turns to answer him. Dom looks pointedly at the clock and pouts when Billy shakes his head, grinning. Dom’s hands are still moving, still touching things as he moves slowly around the small room. Billy steps up and catches both of Dom’s wrists in his hands. Dom doesn’t fight him. Dom leans into Billy’s hands and sends him a pitiful look.

 

Billy kisses Dom then, and they both take a step (backwards for Dom, forwards for Billy) so that Dom is leaning against the wall. His wrists are still caught in Billy’s hands, and he still doesn’t try to get free. Billy kisses Dom with everything he has; with every emotion he’s ever felt (especially his love), and every iota of his being. Dom lets Billy devour his mouth and he sags against the wall. Billy releases one of Dom’s hands to grip his upper arm. He can feel the muscles under Dom’s t-shirt, but Dom barely moves beneath Billy’s hands. He stays still, his muscles barely tensed, and lets himself relax and give over to Billy. Billy releases Dom’s other hand, knowing it won’t move, and suddenly Billy’s hands are everywhere; mussing Dom’s hair, stroking Dom’s cheek, kneading Dom’s shoulders. He takes a step closer to Dom, so that their bodies are flush against each other and the wall behind Dom. Dom hangs limply in Billy’s arms, propped up between Billy and the wall, and focuses on feeling everything. The ghosts of Billy’s fingertips on his skin beneath his shirt elicit a breathless gasp from his mouth, which Billy swallows immediately. Dom’s eyes are shut, but Billy’s flicker open when he draws back, looking and touching and feeling everything Dom offers him.

 

Their four and a half minutes are up, and Dom and Billy sit back in their chairs just as the door opens. Their clothes are slightly rumpled, and Dom’s lips are faintly bruised and glistening, but otherwise they look presentable. Before the interview starts, Billy reaches over to smooth down Dom’s unruly hair. The man in front of them smirks, but doesn’t say anything. He turns on the camera and begins his questions.

 

Dom leans back in his chair, breathing deeply. He keeps his eyes on the interviewer and the camera in front of him, but occasionally spares a glance at Billy. His hands rest on the his knees, but don’t move or flutter around aimlessly like butterflies sunning their wings. He clears his throat before answering a question with his trademark cheeky grin.

 

Billy clenches his hands around the armrests of his chair and tries to stay focused on the interview, but his eyes slide over to Dom every few seconds. Dom looks at him, and Billy realizes he’s missed the question. Dom smirks and answers for him, turning back to face the interviewer. Billy’s eyes flit from Dom, to the clock on the wall, to the door. Six more minutes, he thinks, tapping his fingers against his knee. Five minute, fifty seconds. Five minute, forty-five seconds… This time it’s Dom who stays to shake the interviewer’s hand and Billy who stands up quickly from his chair. When he feels Dom’s hand on his shoulder, he turns to find Dom smirking at him.

 

Dom breathes a suggestion against Billy’s cheek. Billy leans into Dom’s strong, still hands and feels himself begin to relax.

 

Dom kisses Billy then, catching Billy’s hands in his own and lacing their fingers together. Dom’s kiss is softer and more patient than Billy’s was, but no less uncontrolled. They both step towards the wall until Billy’s feet run into the baseboard. Billy squeezes Dom’s hand and Dom squeezes Billy’s in answer. Dom untangles one hand and runs his fingers lightly over Billy’s chest, tracing the breast pocket of Billy’s button-down shirt. Billy’s hand stills on Dom’s hip and he pulls Dom closer to him, holding them firmly together with his other hand at the small of Dom’s back. Dom’s hands move to Billy’s face and he strokes Billy’s cheeks with his thumbs. The contrast of the metal rings on Dom’s fingers and the heat of Dom’s hands sends a shiver down Billy’s spine.

 

Neither of them is still, yet neither takes control of the kiss. They’re simply them, and it’s just their nature.


fin.