Hole In
One
by Hazel
~~~
The sun was
shining, birds were singing and a whole bunch of the crew was out on the golf-field.
Originally, Ian had asked Billy to join him, knowing that he could play. But
somehow the idea of an afternoon golfing had reached almost everyone.
Being the
only ones who actually knew how to play, Ian and Billy were three holes ahead.
It was Billy's turn and Ian watched him carefully, like trying to register his
every move. He had no idea how good Billy really was until the man had won one
hole. It wasn't up to this swing who would leave this hole as a winner but Ian
was still a little bit nervous since his own ball had landed far from the hole.
The club flashed and
hit the ball. They both kept their eyes on the ball as it flew across the air
and landed near the flag. Billy looked proud of himself when he turned to look
at the older man.
"So, why aren’t
you wearing your kilt today?" asked Ian troubled; he sure wasn’t going to
win this game. Not a chance. At least not anymore.
"What
do you mean?" Billy was totally astonished by Ian asking such a thing.
Ian seemed restless. He wanted to see the man’s legs. Gaaaaawd, he
really *did*.
"Well, I
know that you have at least one but I've never seen you wear it," Ian
explained, his face expressionless, starting to walk towards the golf-car,
carrying his bag of golf clubs. Billy followed with an unreadable expression on
his face.
"They're only used because of some big and important
event," the Scot answered with a smile.
"Aha, for example
on your mother’s birthday," Ian said sounding like a little boy who had
just figured out something very difficult.
Billy glanced at the man now sitting beside him in the car and
smirked.
"Yeah,
and events like a kitten next door getting it's first tooth, an election of the
next Pope and a grand opening of a new supermarket a block from my
apartment," Billy joked, having hard time not to burst out laughing.
Ian kept on driving but Billy could see a smile on the old man's
face.
~~~
Ian was
choosing a suitable club to put with when he heard the other man clear his
throat. Ian glanced at him.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just… Nothing," Billy claimed shaking his
head.
"What? You can always ask," Ian said and knocked
his ball gently, making it roll near to Billy's ball. Now it was up to Billy;
if he missed the hole Ian had another chance.
"Well, have you, being gay
and all, noticed *anything* between Elijah and Dominic?" Billy was too
curious not to ask.
"Well,
that really wasn't the question I was expecting," Ian said, not letting
the other man know how disappointed he was. He had been hoping he'd ask him
something more private. Almost *dying* to know, he asked the younger man:
"Why are you asking me that?"
"No reason," Billy lied and put his ball. It sank in the
hole.
"Are you interested in one of them?" Ian said, hiding
his disappointment and made his ball drop into the hole. He was yet another
point behind.
"I'm not," Billy replied, shifting from one leg to the
other.
"Which
one is it? Lijah? Dom? It's Dom, isn't it?" feeling betrayed, Ian tried to
get the Scott to answer as they walked to the car.
"No, it's not!"
"Don't
tell me you want them both," Ian raised his voice astonished. How was it
possible? He was right under Billy's nose and the man only thought about his
fantasy including the two inexperienced lovers!
"I don't
want either one of them!" Billy hated to lie. Especially to such a nice
man like Ian. He glanced at the man sitting beside him. To himself he admitted
he did want one of the hobbits.
"You
don't? You're sure?" Ian gave him the third-degree as they drove to the
next hole.
"Yes, I'm
*sure*!" Billy answered and shoved a club towards Ian's hand, "It's
your turn."
Ian took the
club and glanced at Billy one more time. He was available! There was a God
after all. Billy stood still with his arms akimbo, looking sexier than ever.
Ian's hands were sweaty and shaking but he hit the ball anyway.
"Look at
*that*!" Ian was truly amazed, "A hole in one; must be my lucky
day!"
"Congratulations," was
Billy's only comment on Ian's stroke of luck that was sure to make Billy lose
the game. "Well, here goes nothing," he muffled to himself as he hit
his ball. They both watched it land straight into the pool of water.
Ian saw Billy's shoulders drop. "Well, that ball might
have flown to the completely wrong direction but it had a pretty good
idea," Ian said having a long night full of drinks and dimmed lights in
mind, "It apparently wanted something to drink."
"So what
do you suggest?"
Ian wrinkled
his forehead trying to look thoughtful although he had his perfect plan all
ready in action. He smiled at the Scot, thinking about his probably
breathtakingly beautiful ass, and said: "C'mon, I know the perfect
place…"
-loppu-
