Title: Wasted a Year
Author: SoundofHorns 
Author's Email: jls5v@mtsu.edu 
Pairings: Billy/Dom/?
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: The last night in New Zealand.  Billy, Dom, and a girl they 
don’t really need. Thankfully they come to their senses. 

It was over.  Finished.  They sat in the same chairs, in the same trailer, as 
the same girls scraped and tugged off their prosthetics—but it wasn’t the 
same.  No one joked or talked.  Dom swallowed hard, staring at the wall.  
He didn’t want to look at anyone.  On his left, Elijah was squirming 
impatiently while Sean sat still as a Buddha. Sitting on the right of him, 
Billy’s eyes were closed.  They didn’t open when Elijah finally broke the 
silence.
	
      “What…uh…what’re we…”He trailed off, blue eyes wide.  Dom 
clenched his fingers, twisting his hands in his lap.  Couldn’t he just shut 
up?  Elijah’s hand was playing with the chain around his neck, fondling 
the ring on it.  He hadn’t taken it off.  He always took it off.  Dominic 
wanted to break something, wanted violence, anything.
	
      “You’re done, Mr. Wood.” Her voice was quiet, professional.  
Elijah flinched as though she’d just told him he was going to be executed.  
He stood slowly, wig off, feet off, ears gone…stripped of his hobbithood.  
Dominic looked at Billy helplessly; his eyes were still closed tightly.  Sean 
was staring downwards.  
	
      “Sean?” His voice was suddenly very, very young.  High in his 
throat, vulnerable as he fidgeted.  Elijah looked lost; a Frodo without his 
Sam.  Oh God, Dom thought, these characters die hard.  
	
      “ Of course.” Sean somehow fit it all in two words that conveyed 
impossible warmth, friendship, and comfort.  Elijah bobbed his head, still 
twisting, twisting the ring around his index finger.  Dominic thought it was 
a nice touch that it could still fit even with the chain.  But everyone knew 
Peter would give it to Elijah.  Billy inhaled deeply on Dom’s right, his 
hand covering his face.  Dominic gritted his teeth; he knew what was 
coming.   
	
      “Okay, Sean.” The girls stood and parted.  Their faces were sad as 
they began to clean up.  Sean stood composed, strong beside the twitchy 
Elijah.  Dominic put his hand to his face, not wanting to see, not wanting 
to hear. 
	
      “Bye.” It was just one word, a small word as they went out the 
door, Sean’s arm around Lij’s narrow shoulders.  Billy’s shiver jerked his 
chair.  Inwardly Dominic was screaming, desperate, we still have 
tomorrow, we still have the plane rides, the cabs, the years of TV spots, 
awards…it’s not over…but he just smiled and nodded at Sean and Lij’s 
departing backs.  Naturally, easily, as though from somewhere deep inside 
him Merry wasn’t whispering in anguish: Frodo…Sam. It was just them 
now, he and Billy.  Billy’s eyes were open, tired and bloodshot as they 
locked on his. 
      
      “Mr. Monaghan?” He looked down, surprised.  She was pretty, his 
foot girl.  A brunette, with large brown eyes and a nice figure, she’d 
always rebuffed his playful advances before…now she smiled slowly, 
licking her lips as he stared.  Dom tensed, overly aware her soft mouth 
was only inches from his crotch as she rubbed his foot, removing the last 
of the glue.  It felt good.  Billy’s girl had vanished.  He was done.  
      
      “Yeah? ”His voice was rough from tension.  
      
      “You wouldn’t mind giving me…an autograph would you?” She 
purred it, fluttering her eyelashes and pausing delicately, with just perfect 
flirtation, letting him know that she was his…all he had to do was accept.  
God no, Dominic thought, not this night.  It was horrible, she was stroking 
his foot while Billy was watched with a mild expression.  He blinked 
rapidly, faking pleasure and smiling back, he was an actor dammit, and a 
good one.  He could flirt and sign whatever and then get the hell out of 
here without hurting her feelings. He tried to think of an excuse that 
sounded more normal than he had to go and drown Merry in a pub 
somewhere. To get out before he went insane. Then, to his shock, before 
he could reply, she gazed adoringly up at Billy.
      
      “You wouldn’t think I’d forget you, do you?” If anything her voice 
was sexier, smoky.  Dominic flushed, realizing for the first time that her 
shirt was low enough for him to have an excellent view of her breasts as 
she turned to beam up at Billy. 
      
      “Course not, darling. Now, what do you want me to write?” Billy, 
ever the charmer, was ten times as smooth as Dom sat, mouth hanging 
open like a fool, envious.  No one realized that in the magazines or 
interviews.  He winked at Dominic and Dom understood—Billy was just 
as unhappy and horrified as he was.  The foot girl giggled at Billy’s 
thickened accent; he lilted the words intentionally, flirting back.  She 
wanted them both; the package deal of Merry and Pippin.  Dominic felt 
sick.  I don’t want to share, Dom thought; he didn’t mean the girl.  
      
       “What are you two doing tonight?” She asked as Billy scrawled 
something on the day’s script, the final script.  Dom’s fingers were numb 
as he took it from his friend. Dom tapped the pen nervously on the paper 
and tried to think of something to write.  Glad you got all the glue from 
my feet?  I can see you have nice tits?  Normally I’d be delighted to fuck 
your brains out, but I’m busy being depressed? I don’t want to share Billy 
with you on our last night together in New Zealand because Merry’s got a 
possessive streak and that little fuck was a bad influence? 
      
      Screw it, he thought, rapidly signing and leaving a little joke about 
doing feet.  Shit, he needed something strong to drink.  What was wrong 
with him? She smiled in victory as Billy stood, and took his hand as he 
offered to help her up.  When she didn’t let go right away, Dominic felt an 
odd spark of anger. Jesus, what was her problem? What was his? 
      
      “Nothing exciting.” Billy finally replied.  His expression was 
strange.  Dominic felt his guts twist.  Damn, she was giving them the doe-
eyes, playing with her shirt’s buttonholes as though calling attention to her 
nice rack.  Dominic swallowed, utterly certain of one thing-- she would 
fuck them both. Billy raised an eyebrow at him.  Apparently he was 
supposed to speak.
      
      “Right.” He spoke sharply, completely unintentionally; he’d meant 
to nicely flirt or something, not snap at her.  Her brown eyes narrowed.  
Anger surged from somewhere deep in his middle, and Dominic bared his 
teeth in what he hoped was a smile.  
      
      “Good. I’ll meet you two in his trailer.” And with a promising look 
mainly directed at Billy she was walking out the door, ass swinging 
provocatively. They stood a moment, uncertain, neither looking at the 
other, and then followed.  
      
      Would Merry and Pippin do this? Dominic wondered, as he 
slammed the brunette hard against the wall. Billy was on her other side in 
an instant, tongue in her mouth, hands roaming.  Dom nipped her throat, 
oddly unaroused as she moaned and writhed against him.  Billy’s fingers 
rubbed his as Dom groped between her legs, disturbed that he wasn’t so 
much as stirring.  Billy’s hand was already slick with her wetness.  
Dominic jerked his hand away to her breasts, an inexpressible thrill 
shooting from his hands to his cock, hardening it instantly as their wet 
fingers briefly twined together between the heat of her inner thighs. 
      
      Dominic panted, it was stiflingly hot; he could feel Billy’s warmth 
like a torch burning his entire right side.  The girl pulled at him, making 
him kiss her.  Her tongue was scorching, her mouth tasted of Billy; 
Dominic felt a jolt of excitement that made him thrust against her 
stomach, it increased as Billy’s shoulder rubbed his.  Dominic was 
tremendously hard now, throbbing.  He felt bigger than he’d ever been 
before.  
      
      Suddenly, Billy made a noise…a small noise, a soft moan as she 
touched him, stroking him.  Dominic froze as fury rushed through his 
body.  How dare that bitch?  He didn’t question his rage, instead growling 
low in his throat, he ripped her shirt away, tearing the thin material like 
paper, teeth raking the sensitive skin of her breasts and neck as 
punishment.  She yelped but didn’t protest as he jerked her skirt up, 
spreading her thighs.  
      
      Would Merry do this? he wondered, as he thrust two fingers inside 
her, forceful, wanting to hurt her.  Would he fuck a hobbit lass like this, 
vicious and rough, after coming home from death and battle? Would he 
hate the girl that made Pippin moan in the dark and took his attention from 
him? Dominic, biting her neck, her nipples, twisting his fingers around her 
clit, thought he would.  
      
      Billy was slower, kinder.  His tongue lapped gently, soothing the 
red marks and indentations Dominic made on her skin.  He sucked her 
nipple, rolling the other with his thumb and forefinger. She murmured 
approvingly, hands unbuttoning Billy’s shirt, his pants. Dominic was on 
fire with fury; fighting the electric shocks of pleasure whenever his skin 
touched Billy’s.  How dare that cunt touch his Billy? Snarling, he pulled 
her from the wall, virtually throwing the girl on the bed.  She bounced 
with a cry, brown eyes wide.  
      
      Both men were panting; Billy stood quietly, controlled; Dom was 
shaking with wrath.  Dominic averted his eyes, ashamed as the older man 
studied him. He yanked off his shirt, kicking off his shoes, not daring to 
look up.  
      
      “Take off your clothes.” Dominic growled at the girl, this nameless 
whore, fucking slut.  He could see the bulge in Billy’s trousers. He 
despised her. He wanted to fuck her not for lust, but for hatred.  He was 
pleased when she obeyed and gratified at the unease in her eyes. 
      
      “Hey.” Billy breathed softly, he was close, Dominic’s muscles 
twitched uncontrollably as Billy’s breath heated the skin on his shoulder.   
He forced himself to turn, unbuttoning his pants, undressing.  Caring green 
eyes met his; Billy’s concern made Dominic feel sick with guilt.   “You all 
right, Dom?” He swallowed, nodding, trying not to look as Billy began 
taking off his clothes.  
      
      “Yeah.” He felt he needed to answer.  Billy deserved an answer. 
Always.
      
      “Sure?” Billy murmured, so faint the girl couldn’t hear him.  The 
movements of his throat, the heat of his body, a light sweat on his arms 
and chest as he piled his clothes on the floor and straightened, possessed 
Dominic; he shivered as he saw beads of precum glisten on Billy’s cock.      
      
      He nodded, unsure if he could control his voice.  Dimly, he 
wondered what was the matter with him, a willing girl in his bed and all 
Dom could think about was would the drops of Billy’s cum, trickling from 
his cock, taste different from his.  
      
      “Billy…” The girl on the bed reached out for him. That whore was 
taking him away.  Billy gave Dominic one last worried glance, then knelt 
beside her.  One of her hands curled around his dick as she kissed him, 
and Dom was promptly furious again. He climbed on the bed, grabbing 
her wrist.  Her eyes widened, she was wary of him.  Good, Dominic 
thought as he latched his teeth to her breast, fingers of his other hand 
delving inside her.  She wanted Billy more, but she was too frightened of 
him to protest as he soon spread her legs, positioning himself without 
caring one shit if she were ready or not. Billy had moved behind her, 
pulling her body back against his chest, cradling her with his arms.  
Dominic tried desperately to ignore the waves of jealousy that washed 
through him as Billy kissed her gently, reassuringly.   
      
      Poised at her entrance, Dominic was aware of Billy’s cock 
pressing against his hip.  When he thrust into her it rubbed along his thigh, 
leaving a pearly trail of precum.  He shuddered, anger vanishing, not 
daring to look up into Billy’s eyes; he far more aroused by his erection 
then her hot, wet tunnel.  Dom unconsciously leaned into Billy’s cock; he 
was fucking her roughly, the friction was making Billy groan.  The girl 
was uttering gasps and little cries; Dominic was deaf to everything but 
Billy’s heavy breathing and low noises.  He rammed himself into her, 
panting.  
      
      Shockingly, he felt Billy thrust back.  Dominic’s cock jolted inside 
her, Jesus Christ he could feel it swelling even bigger, it was agonizingly 
hard as he raised his head.  When Billy’s eyes met his they were half-
lidded, intense.  He groaned, and felt Billy thrust against him again, his 
cock sliding on Dom’s come slick thigh and hip.  Dom felt he’d been 
hammering her cunt for forever, fingers dug into the bedspread for 
leverage, feeling Billy’s cock burning against his skin.  God, he was close, 
but he couldn’t come and it had been nearly fucking twenty minutes now.    
      
      As the brunette screamed in pleasure beneath him, Dom growled in 
impatience.  He fucked her hard as he could, desperate. It felt good…but 
shit, he wasn’t getting anywhere.  He lowered his head, gasping, sweating.  
A hand touched his hair and he jumped, realizing Billy had bent closer. 
Dom shot a panicked look at the girl; her eyes were closed as Billy 
touched Dom’s lips.  
      
      What the HELL? Dominic thought, as Billy’s thumb caressed his 
lower lip, and feeling a surge of blood fill his already painfully hard cock, 
Dom opened his mouth.  Billy’s eyes widened as he sucked on his thumb, 
tongue licking, taking it into his mouth.   Jesus, oh Christ, he was fucking 
hard as concrete, bigger than he’d ever been before, the girl whimpered, 
tossing her head and gasping that he was the best, the best ever, as he gave 
it to her.  
      
      Billy was moaning louder and louder as Dom sucked his fingers, 
taking the index and middle finger at once, head moving in rhythm to his 
strokes inside the girl, against Billy’s cock.  “Fuck, Dom…”He panted, 
accent thickened almost to the point of making the words impossible to 
make out. Dominic was hotter than fire now, each thrust, each eager 
suckle of Billy’s fingers was driving him closer and closer to his climax.   
      
      Abruptly Billy jerked his fingers away and grasped Dom’s chin, 
bending low.  Their mouths flirted, exchanging hot breath.  It was Dom 
that closed the final centimeters, his tongue darting out to tap at Billy’s 
eagerly. Billy opened his mouth, allowing Dom to taste him, their tongues 
rubbing wetly, tangling, mouths merging.  
      
      “What the FUCKING HELL?” They had forgot about the girl.  She 
shoved Dominic hard, kicking him in the stomach.  “Get the FUCK off 
me!”  He fell back, gasping, dull heat flaring in his middle.  Billy caught 
his arm, preventing him from falling off the bed as the brunette virtually 
vaulted off.  Her mouth twisted with disgust, she was putting on her 
clothes, moving jerkily.  
      
      “Fucking nasty.” She hissed, holding her shirt together where 
Dominic had ripped it.  “Don’t either of you ever come near me again! 
Ugh!”  And she was gone, slamming the door. 
      
      Billy’s hand tightened on Dom’s arm, pulling him against his 
body.  “You okay, Dom?” 
      
      Would Merry and Pippin do this? Dominic wondered. “Yes.” 
      
       Then Billy was on top of him, their mouths hot, sweating, skin 
rubbing.  The friction was amazing.  Dominic felt himself shooting closer 
and closer to the edge, to what promised to be an intensely powerful 
orgasm.  Would they? Would he and Billy? Fuck yes they would.