Domestic
"Get up."
A Delicate Condition
“What’re you writing now?”
Cold
"Billy!" Dom shifts the phone around, pads to the door of his room to close it. Just Orli out there down the hall, but still. "How are you?"
Choices and Chances
"I’m just–not." Billy furrowed his brow, aiming a severe look across the coffee table. He reclined on the settee, having forcibly ejected Dom an hour ago and held the position against all assaults.
Catalogue
Elijah and Dom go to Mexico together to see Billy, but they don’t sleep together. There is one spare bedroom, and they both put their bags in there, but that night Dom follows Billy into Billy’s room, and Billy doesn’t ask–kisses Dom goodnight and rolls away and falls asleep.
Brackish
For Beizy
Bound
"So then Josh says ‘If you do that one more time I swear to god they’ll have to write you out because you’ll be fucking dead.’ I know, he was completely pissed off." Dom snickers and shifts the phone, listening, still smiling. "Not much. Nah, don’t think I’ll be up for surfing today. Yeah." His eyes flick to Billy, naked and cross-legged on the sofa beside him. "Yeah, Bill’s here. We’re just gonna stay in, I think."
Billy watched
For Tarte.
Baby
“We need to leave.” Even as his gravelly voice slithers down Billy’s spine, Dom is sweeping past, already towing him off the dance floor. Billy backpedals, waving at Orlando, Elijah, and Sean, grinning like a fool.