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Title: What REALLY Happened in New Zealand, pt 1.

Pairing: Sean/Elijah

Rating: PG13/R, for language.

A/N: So, one day this thought popped into my head-WHAT IF Dom and Elijah had been CAUGHT with their pants down, literally, while peeing in the Bucket Fountain? What really happened between Sean and Elijah in New Zealand?

Warnings: OH GOD IT'S SLASH!!! RUN AWAAAAAAAY. But only if you don't like it. Stay and read, if you do. Other than that, there's some CURSING in this fic, which gives it it's higher rating.




Elijah giggled as he reached up and grabbed a hold of the bar in front of him. With a mighty heave, he pulled himself up a little bit higher. Dimly, he registered the sound of Dominic just behind him, giggling. He didn’t know if Billy was behind Dom-he couldn’t remember, although he hazily recalled seeing him shaking and beet-red with suppressed laughter, feet firmly on the ground as he looked up at him and Dom.

“Agh!” Elijah cried out as his shoe, sock, and pant leg were suddenly wet. He looked down, and giggled when he saw his foot planted firmly in one of the brightly-colored buckets. He twisted his leg around and freed himself.

“SHHHH!” Dom hissed loudly. “It’s two in the morning. We have to be QUIET.” Dom’s voice sounded pretty loud to Elijah, and he couldn’t help bursting into giggles again. A few seconds later, Dom started to giggle too.


After a few more pulls, they were about as high up on the fountain as they could get. Billy giggled and waved enthusiastically up at them. Elijah let go with one of his hands to return the wave, and felt a mighty tug on his jacket, pulling him back as he began to lurch forward a bit. Dom. Elijah laughed, high-pitched. He looked down and over at Dom, who was a bright pink color, and laughing too.

“Ready?” Dom asked loudly. Elijah, still giggling-he just couldn’t STOP-this was just so FUNNY-nodded. He tightened his grip on the pole with one hand, and slowly released it with the other. His free hand fumbled at the buttons of his trousers for what seemed like forever, until he’d unfastened the button and pulled the zipper down. He took hold of his cock and drew it out of his pants. The urge to pee was unbearable now. After a few seconds, his anatomy grew accustomed to the cold, and he realized, slightly surprised, that he was urinating. He sighed and closed his eyes, relishing the feel of the release.

“HEY! YOU TWO, UP THERE! THIS IS THE POLICE!” Elijah gasped; beneath him, Dom did too. His eyes flew open, only to wince shut immediately as he was hit right in the eyes with the beam of a flashlight.

“You guys are in real trouble! Come down off the fountain, SLOWLY!” Elijah stepped on one of Dom’s hands and he moved downwards. Awkwardly, slowly, they managed to make their way down. Several seconds after touching down on the ground,
handcuffs were slapped firmly over their wrists.




It was the pounding in his head that coaxed Elijah out of sleep. He swallowed against a sudden rush of nausea. A moan escaped him before he could even think. He heard it answered. Dom.

“Where are we?” he asked quietly, trying to stave off another wave of sickness.

“We’re in jail, mate.”

“JAIL?!” Elijah sat up with a cry. He immediately grabbed his head to stop the swimming and groaned. He opened his eyes slowly, beholding Dom sitting against the wall across from him. He was fiddling with one of his leather bracelets.

“What are we doing in here?”

“The fountain, remember?” Elijah groaned.

“Yes.”

“Yeah, it’s about that, I’m afraid. Destruction of public property. Public indecency. That’s what we’re in here for.” Elijah was quiet for several long moments. He felt grimy and dirty, sweaty, and wearing clothes that he’d put on roughly twenty-four hours ago. He longed for a shower.

“Does Peter know?”

“I don’t think so. I didn’t mention anything to him.”

“What about….what’s it called—bail?”

“It’s five hundred for each of us.” Dom looked sullenly ahead, eyes fixed on a point above Elijah’s head. “Billy doesn’t have it.”

“Billy was here?” Elijah asked, hope creeping into his voice.

“No. We’re allowed a phone call.” Elijah stood up.

“I’ll call Sean.” Elijah strode over to the bars of their cell, waving to catch the attention of the guard that was seated several feet away.

“Elijah, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Elijah turned around rapidly, shooting a glare at Dom.

“And why not?”

“You don’t think he’ll tell Pete?” Elijah let out a frustrated, exasperated noise as he turned back around.

“Not if I ask him not to.” He replied, anger touching his voice. He tried again to grab the attention of one of the guards. Dom looked up at him for a few moments, seeing the anxious and determined set of his shoulders, and nodded to himself.




Sean pressed mute, blocking out the noise of the TV, before reaching over to answer the phone.

“Hello.” A moment of quiet.

“Sean?” Elijah. Judging by the miserable, regretful tone, an in-need-of-help Elijah. Sean steeled himself.

“Hey Elijah. What’s up?” Another pregnant pause.

“I’m in trouble.” Sean sat up a bit straighter in bed. This was new-Elijah had never said anything like that before. His heart beat strongly in his chest.

“What’s wrong? Are you all right? Is everyone else all right?” Sean mentally kicked himself for that one-just who the Hell is ‘everyone else’ supposed to be, exactly? And where the Hell did that come from? Too much daddy instinct, Astin.

“No, I’m fine. Dom’s with me; he’s fine too. Sean…..We’re in jail.” Bile rose into Sean’s throat as shock hit him. He forced himself to take several deep, calming breaths. On one hand, no one was hurt, thank God. On the other-Oh, God- Dom and Elijah were in JAIL. This was bad. Really, really BAD.

“Sean? You still with me?”

“JAIL?! Oh my God, ELIJAH! How did you get in there? WHEN did you get in there? What’s Peter think-oh, man, he must be furious, and-“

“SEAN!” Sean stopped.

“We’re in here for-what?-indecent exposure and defacing public property, I think. And I’m pretty sure that we’ve been in here since this morning-“

“You’re pretty sure?! How could you not know? Elijah, what happened?” Elijah took an audible breath and exhaled slowly.

“You remember that ugly-ass bucket fountain that’s near that one pub Dom, Billy, and I like to go to on weekends?” A leaden feeling descended into Sean’s stomach, a sick thrill of anticipating and somehow guessing the answer. He replied that he did indeed remember such a monument.

“Well, last night, we were walking home-to our homes, I mean-and we were pretty fucking monged, and-“

“Excuse me-monged? What the Hell does that mean?”

“Drunk, Sean. We were drunk off our asses, all right? Anyway, we happened across that fountain, and we…..and we…..Oh God, this is so humiliating…..”

“You WHAT, Elijah?”

“Wepeedinthefountain.”

“Come again?”

“We peed. In the fountain.” Elijah sat in one of the rooms set aside for ‘personal calls’ in Wellington’s main prison. I am going to die of shame. I will never, EVER live this down, Elijah thought, covering his face with his free hand. His head pounded; the heated flush of embarrassment only made it worse. Even though he couldn’t exactly remember whose brilliant idea it had been to scale the fountain and urinate in it, he blamed Dom entirely and planned on neither forgiving nor forgetting it-at least, not entirely, and certainly not for many years.

“Does Pete know?” Sean’s quiet, forced-calm voice drew Elijah out of his quick contemplation of the many ways he’d be repaying Dom.

“Not yet. Sean……”

“Yes? Anything else you need to confess? Any robberies or extortions I need to know about?” Elijah smiled briefly-if Sean was still able to joke around with him a bit, that was no doubt a good sign.

“Well, um….There is one thing you could do. I’d owe you for about fucking forever-I pretty much already do-“

“What do you need?”



It only took Sean about half an hour to get to the station, and then it was just short of an hour before Elijah and Dom were finally-so it felt-able to get out of there. Sean offered to drive them home, as they both had been driven to the club the night before by Billy and therefore didn’t have their cars anywhere near at hand. After both of them thanked Sean profusely several times and sang his praises, all the while vowing to reimburse him, Dom and Elijah fell quiet. Dom was to be dropped off first, as he was closest to the station. After making sure that he got into the house all right, the door shut firmly behind him, Sean set out towards Elijah’s house.

The drive passed in a silence that was tense, awkward, and yet somehow companionable all at once. When they got to Elijah’s, he wasn’t surprised when Sean got out too and followed him to the door; he’d basically expected it, and Sean deserved to be obliged if he wanted a word with him. Elijah also knew that whatever he had to say, he probably needed to hear it. His stomach clenched up as he invited Sean in-he knew that Sean had to be angry, but what was somehow worse, he was probably DISAPPOINTED in him as well. When Elijah tried to think about that, tried to take it out and look at it, there wasn’t any one likely reason.

Perhaps the difference in their ages had something to do with it. Elijah knew that he was young, and excitable, and hyper…..The fact that he fucking looked like a Goddamned fourteen year-old didn’t help. He desperately wanted Sean to see that despite his age, his looks, he WAS mature, worthy of respect-an EQUAL. Disappointment was something that a parent felt when their child screwed up. It implied that somehow, something didn’t meet another’s expectations, wasn’t good enough.

It meant that in all likelihood, the person you disappointed would look down on you, wouldn’t expect much from you anymore. No, all in all, Elijah couldn’t stand the thought of Sean being disappointed in him. God, I’m a fucking idiot. Elijah knew self-pity as he let himself and Sean in, and offered a drink. He was quiet, sensing somehow that it was best to let Sean start. They made small talk at first; Elijah’s insides writhed so violently he was worried that he might get sick.

“Elijah….” Here we go. Elijah could tell from the tone of Sean’s voice, and the set of his body. He was ready to talk.

“Yeah?” They both turned towards one another so that they sat facing one another on opposite ends of one of Elijah’s couches in his living room. Elijah drew his knees up and propped his chin there, gazing at Sean soberly. Sean smiled lightly at him, and it seemed almost sad. Suddenly, one of his hands reached out towards Elijah, and their eyes met and stayed locked together. Helpless to surprise and sudden nervousness, Elijah simply watched as Sean’s hand drew closer to his face.

There was a ringing in his ears, and his blood began to pound through him, but it was not to be; Elijah’s lips parted in disappointment-at the last, crucial moment, Sean’s hand dropped to Elijah’s shoulder and gave it a brotherly squeeze. Elijah swallowed noisily. What was that? Sean glanced away, and Elijah stared determinedly down at his shoes.

“Are you all right?” Elijah laughed hollowly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Hungover as Hell, but….” Sean huffed a laugh and nodded. There was a second of quiet.

“So, what do we tell Pete?” Sean wondered, obviously trying to keep his voice casual.

“Dom and I are gonna tell him. Not about the getting arrested, but about what we-what we did.” Elijah paused. “Will you tell him?” he asked quietly. Sean stood and paced for several beats.

“No, I won’t tell him if you don’t want me to.” Elijah began to talk, to thank him, but Sean held up a hand. “I just….I can’t believe that you did this. You should’ve known better.”

“I know. What can I say? I was drunk.”

“But how could you be so-so-“ The volume of his voice grew loud before he cut himself off. His back was to Elijah, and he wouldn’t look at him. After about a minute of silence, Elijah spoke.

“It’s okay, Sean. I fucked up.” He paused. “You have every right to be mad at me.”

“I just can’t believe that you were so stupid! That just so-so reckless! I mean, that was just….And the fact that you were drunk-“

“What about it?” Elijah interjected forcefully.

“Well, you wouldn’t have done it otherwise, would you?” Sean turned and regarded Elijah. Elijah looked down at his shoes again.

“No.” he admitted quietly. “I-I don’t know what to say here, Sean.” Sean took a few steps forward, towards Elijah.


“It’s just-what if you’d slipped, what if you’d fallen? I can’t always be there to look after you, and if anything happened to you-I love you, and if anything-“ Sean stopped himself suddenly, and one of his hands flew to his mouth.




“You love me?”