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Disclaimer: A work of fiction; the recognizable people in the story belong to themselves and have never performed the actions portrayed here. I do not know the actors nor am I associated with them in any way. If you are underage, please do not read this story. I am not making any profit from these stories, nor do I mean any harm.

Title: Passing Seasons. 2
Pairing: BB, DM
Summary: and we know that the passing seasons
Notes: For [personal profile] maleyka, who wanted Virgin!Dom. Thank you so much to [profile] rynalwyn and [personal profile] magickalmolly for the beta.

Stumbling and barely awake, Billy opened his door to a very distracted Dom. He took in his disheveled clothes and slumped shoulders before pulling him into an embrace as Dom stumbled through the entry. Billy pushed the door closed and they held one another for a long time before either spoke.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m just stupid.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m sorry to wake you up.”

“I was reading. Hadn’t fallen asleep yet.”

Dom pulled out of Billy’s arms and walked into the living room, throwing himself onto the couch. Billy stood watching, his hands hanging loosely at his sides. Waiting. He was beginning to suspect he might have a long wait. He glanced at the clock, half past two, before asking, “Do you want to talk?”

Dom shook his head and continued to sit, looking dejected.

“Do you want to something to drink?”

Shoulder shrug.

Billy sat on a chair across from Dom. This wasn’t the Dom he was accustomed too; the one with too much energy and a mad sense of humor. Still, they’d only known each other for a short time and Billy wasn’t sure yet what would constitute pushing so he sat patiently.

“Came ‘round earlier to see if you wanted to go out.”

Billy jumped, startled by Dom’s voice. They’d sat quietly in the darkness for so long that Billy’s thoughts had begun to drift. He sat up, pulling his legs underneath him on the chair. “Grabbed some take away and then took a book into bed. Didn’t hear you knock.”

Dom nodded his head then went back to staring at his hands.

“Did you go out anyway?”

“Yeah. With Elijah and Orlando. Had a bit too much to drink." Dom stood suddenly. "I’m going to go. Don’t want to bother you.” Dom stared at the floor, and made no effort to move towards the door.

“Nonsense. Sit down.”

Dom dropped back into his seat obediently and started to tap his fingers on his knees.

Billy bit the inside of his lip. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing, really. I just…I don’t know. Had too much to drink. Not feeling well, I guess.”

“You drank a Scotsman under the table last Saturday night and then went rafting with Viggo the next morning. Something’s bothering you besides drink. Tell me.”

Dom ventured a small look at Billy before again being preoccupied with his hands. “I made a mistake tonight and I don’t know how to fix it.”

“Wrongs can be righted. Tell me what it is and we’ll figure something out together.”

“Someone came on to me. A guy. And I over-reacted a bit.”

“A guy. A friend?”

Dom nodded his head again, keeping his eyes trained on his lap. Billy exhaled, not sure how to proceed. In the few weeks they’d known each other, they had never discussed their sexuality; Billy had assumed Dom was gay and had been himself obvious in his preference for anything that moved. “What do you mean by ‘over-reacted’?”

“He was standing behind me with his arms around my waist, dancing, and he put his hand…” Dom made a vague motion with his hand before continuing in the same soft voice. “And asked if I wanted to go home with him.”

“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing. Just pushed him away from him and left. Came here.”

“You didn’t say anything?”

Dom shook his head.

“Dom. Just call him in the morning and explain.”

“He’s going to be mad at me. Think I was leading him on.”

“It’s just a misunderstanding. We’ll straighten it out in the morning. He probably just thought you would be open to the idea.” Billy stopped talking and studied Dom, wanting to add, ‘I thought you’d be open to it’. He thought about how to phrase his next question before speaking. “Were you just not interested in him? Or are you not interested in men?”

Dom’s head jerked up and his mouth opened and closed several times before he answered. “I’m not gay, Billy.”

A bit taken aback, Billy shifted in his seat. Biting on his thumbnail, Billy watched as Dom fidgeted nervously. A tense silence descended upon them, and they were quiet for what seemed an eternity. After watching him shift in his seat yet again, Billy opened his mouth to apologize.

“I’m not gay,” Dom said in a voice so soft and tightly controlled that Billy had to struggle to hear.

Moving over to the couch, Billy pulled Dom into a hug. Dom responded immediately, wrapping his arms around Billy's waist and burying his face in Billy's neck. He sighed shakily, and settled into Billy's tight embrace. “I’m not, Billy.”
Date: 2003-06-01 05:14 pm (UTC)

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Oh, poor Dom.... ::waits for the next part, hoping the wee thing feels better::


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