Disclaimer:
These gentlemen don't know me, and I don't know them. I write this because I like to and because I like to think they'd find it fun.Author's Notes: I freely admit my mad love for both Ian McKellen and Billy Boyd. I think they're nothing short of fantastic, and they can only be better together. :) This is a set of drabbles kind of, sort of, strung together under a basic theme. Do tell me if you enjoy.
Love in the Rain
By Perpetual Motion
It had started to mist as they stood on Orlando's deck. Billy curled against Ian, smiling when Ian pulled him closer. "Hey."
"Hello." Ian rubbed his back. "Chilled?"
"A bit."
"Would you rather be inside?"
It was tempting for the half a moment before Billy realized he couldn't curl up to Ian inside. "I'm fine."
"You're certain?"
"Oh, yes."
Ian smiled and slipped a hand under Billy's shirt. He rubbed again. "If you're certain."
Billy looked up at Ian's face, saw the knowing amusement in his eyes, and couldn't help smiling back. "I wouldn't be anywhere else."
"Neither would I."
*
I want to make love to you in a warm summer rain with your back pressed against a street lamp."
Ian arched against the hand caressing him through his pants and angled down to kiss Billy. "So why manhandle me in a graffitied bathroom stall with hideous smells?"
"It's winter." Billy smiled, unsnapped Ian's slacks. Ian gasped as Billy stroked his lower stomach. "It's raining."
"Freezing rain. I specified warm."
"Ah." Ian moaned as Billy started to stroke him earnestly.
"And there's something to be said for sex in a public loo."
Ian bucked as Billy squeezed just so. "Indeed."
*
Wine on the counter, orchids by the bed, and Billy drenched in the doorway. Ian had a good life. "You're wet."
"It's raining."
"Ah."
Billy pulled off his jacket and yanked his shirt over his head. He paused at unbuckling his pants when Ian started rubbing his hair with a towel. "Mmm."
Ian kissed him hello and moved the towel to the back of Billy's neck. "I was going to start us out with wine, but perhaps you'd prefer Scotch."
"Please."
Scotch in two glasses, orchids by the bed, and Billy wet by the doorway. Ian had a good life.
*
Rain ribboned the windows of the trailer as Ian and Billy lay nude on the bed. They were both damp from after-filming showers, and they lay in silence.
Ian turned and kissed Billy's neck. He took in a deep breath of Billy's hair and hobbit glue and rain. He pressed his lips to Billy's ear. "I'm mad for you."
Billy smiled and pulled the sheet over both of them. He maneuvered so he could share Ian's pillow. He kissed Ian with a soft, languid tongue. "I'm mad for you."
They made love with the rain on the windows and moist kisses.