Pairing: All of the LOTR Cast at some stage or another
Rating: PG13-NC17
Warnings: Bad language, stereotypes, bad jokes etc. Angst in this one, so handkies ready
Author's Notes: A daytime soap opera mission/quest/thing. Being the day-to-day story of ordinary movie star folk in their run-of-the-mill luxury men only complex in LA. "Hamlet: The Musical" does not exist as far as I know.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No profit is made nor offence intended.

Episode Two:
The One Where Dominic Takes a Gratuitous Shower

Scene: Dominic's apartment.

Dominic is not happy. He had an audition and it didn't go well. His agent sent him for the part of Leo Thane and the Casting Director said he wasn't right for the part.

His agent should surely have found out some basic info re the character "Leo Thane". Leo Thane, basketball player. A very tall, African American basketball player. For an hour he had sat outside in the foyer with a collection of very tall African Americans who were all looking at him very strangely. He really needs to change his agent.

Slouched on his couch, Dominic sips from his can of beer, imported Boddingtons, and flips through his "Manchester United – The Eric Cantona Years" book. That helps.

Billy. Billy. God, what wouldn't he give to have Billy right here, right now. On this couch.

Hartford.. With a sigh, he remembers their night of passion in Hartford but he feels so guilty. He likes Elijah so much, loves him like a brother. But Billy is Billy. Oh those sea green eyes, like two sparkling processed peas.

Dominic suddenly feels dirty, as if the guilt he feels for betraying his friend, Elijah, has transmogrified into physical grime. He heads for the shower.

First he peels off his velvet pants, inch by inch. No, first he removes his shoes and tosses them to one side. Then it's the velvet pants. Off they come, shimmying down his long, strong thighs. White, snug briefs are rolled down gleaming, warm flesh and discarded. Dominic's ruffled powder pink shirt he unbuttons with great care. The shirt is a present from Billy, bought in Hartford.. He holds it to his cheek for a moment then lays it on the chair. Mmm, a nice shirt but, in terms of his audition, not a lucky one.

The shower is steaming. How glad he is that he is living in California, US of A. All the hot and cold running water and other little luxuries. As the first blast of hot water hits his body, caressing his tattoo, Dominic remembers life in Manchester. Rain. Rain. Rain. Football. Rain. Football. Boddingtons. Football. Rain.

Dominic lathers up his golden skin and takes a gentle hold of his cock. Billy should be here in the shower with him, stroking him, necking him...his hand lathers behind him to his behind, to the cleft of his very firm and rounded behind, ever so slightly fluffy but very, very firm. His hand rubs the soap along the curve of his hip and down again, to the front and back again.

His celebrated rump glistens beneath the soapsuds that run like rivulets of polluted river water from a river whereon stands a soap factory, like two halves of a flesh coloured melon devoid of any nasty melony bits. With a deep sigh, Dominic remembers Hartford, the bright lights and underbelly of that exhilarating city, and the first time he had ever been taken using a- The telephone rings and, uttering a curse, Dominic jumps out of the shower and grabs a fluffy peach towel. Racing into the bedroom, he grabs the telephone from beside the bed.

"Hello!" he cries, breathless, the damp towel delineating his semi-erectness, "who is it? Oh, Elijah… hi!"

His face momentarily softens. Then a look of sheer horror crosses his handsome face. He listens for a moment, tries to say something, cannot and finally replaces the receiver.

"Elijah knows about me and Billy. Oh no. And he says he is going to do something drastic!" As Dominic says the words, he is already pulling his velvet pants back on and hopping around the bedroom.