Polaroid 600 :: Interlude (nondrabble)
[ bb/dm . for Megolas ] R
Dom finds a Polaroid wedged in the back of the book on Billy's bedside table. He cannot tell who it is ? the pale slender blur that is bent against the body that he recognizes as Billy's, but it doesn't matter.
Maybe it's him, but Dom is inclined to think that, perhaps, maybe it's not.
"Hey," someone suddenly says into the hollow his ear, and Dom can tell by the shape of the lips upon the back of his neck, that it must be Billy. One hand snakes its way around his wrist in an urgent grip and it forces him to drop the photograph, which makes a sharp, pointed sound when it hits the floor on an edge. Another hand slides around Dom's waist to the front of his jeans.
"Hey," Dominic says back, turning his face into the kiss that is waiting for him. Billy murmurs nonsense for a moment into Dom's open mouth, savoring its familiarity and its strangeness all that the same time. Dom thinks to himself that infidelity tastes like Billy tastes like smoke, but Dom knows full well that Billy doesn't smoke. Elijah does.
"Where's your camera?" Dom asks, pulling away to study Billy's face with dark, wet eyes.
