Category: RPS
Author: Puddle
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: PG
Summary: Dom says thanks.
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�What�s funny?� Billy asked.
Oh yes, Dom remembered. Billy had the power of speech, and quite frequently exercised it, especially in fits of curiosity. �Just now,� Dom started, lifting his heavy eyelids a bit, which was difficult because it was so nighttime and the passenger seat was so comfy. �When you touched my face.� Obviously. Sleep now? Yes.
�You had a glue boogie on your cheek.�
Hm. �No�� What? He had it a second ago.
�Yes, I�m afraid you did. Remember? Fifth day of shooting, application of fake ears at sunrise, at which point you were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed due to a suspiciously concentrated cup of coffee?�
It was quickly becoming apparent that Billy was at least eighteen times more awake than Dom. Good, because Billy was driving. �God, do we really have to� can I call in sick tomorrow? Come in after feet? Oh. Wait. I meant it felt funny when you touched my.� He pointed floppily. �Cheek.�
�Are your cheeks ticklish?� A flittering set of fingers ghosted the right side of Dom�s face.
�No.� But he liked that. When the hand fell away, he let his head loll over to Billy�s direction and he pulled his knees up so he could rest his chin on them.
�No?�
�Mmmno.� Yaaaawwwwnnnn. He opened and shut his mouth in a sleepy manner. �Felt nice.�
�� Funny and nice? Alright. We�re making some progress.�
�Yeah. Funny and nice. Tingly, you might say.�
Silence.
Apparently, that was enough explanation. Dom shut his eyes and had strange half-to-sleep thoughts, like what does the inside of Billy�s hand look like, and it must glow really bright with warm colors like orange and red and� purple.
�I made you tingle?� Like he�d done something wrong.
�Mmm. Liked it.�
�Like� how, exactly?�
Dom made the noise of �I dunno� without opening his mouth, then, �You�re the one who did it.� You tell me.
�No, I mean� how did the tingle feel?�
�� Good.�
�Dom.�
Billy made the subject sound important enough for Dom to think. So he thought. And came up with: �Butterflies in m�stomach.�
�Dom.� Chuckle. �Do you have a crush on me?�
�No.� How silly.
Billy laughed. �Yes you do! I make you tingle!�
�S�cuz I�m tired as hell.� Buried his face into his knees and pretended to get sleepier as be began to wake up.
�Dom and Billy, sitting in a tree!�
�Mmmn.� Dom shot an arm out a little too quickly for a tired person and shoved Billy�s left shoulder slightly, not enough to disturb his driving.
�K-I-S-S-I-N-G!�
Dom knew he�d be doing the same if their roles were reversed, but� �Please shut up.�
�Sorry, I was only��
�I know. S�okay.�
�Touchy subject?�
�Billy!�
�Sorry!�
Aaand� silence. Silence, silence, and more silence. All the way home. Dom unbuckled his seatbelt; Billy kept the car running.
�Pick me up tomorrow?�
Billy�s jaw looked nearly cracked by his yawn. �Sure.�
Dom scrubbed his eyes. �Crash here?�
�Yeah.�
Dom leaned his head back on the seat as Billy turned the key, then flicked off the lights, and undid his seatbelt. And sat there.
He wasn�t particularly inclined to move himself. But. �When I said here, I didn�t mean here.�
Soon enough, Billy had opened his door and helped Dom up, but wound up hugging him. Dom hugged back and� yes, yes, he definitely felt butterflies in his stomach.
Shit. He did have a crush on Billy.
�Thanks, Billy.� Murmured into the top of his shoulder, warming the thin tee-shirt. Thanks for the hug.
�Mm?�
�For the butterflies.�
