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"Guilty" (EW/DM, R)
Title: Guilty
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
magicallyd
Pairing: EW/DM
Rating: R for language and sexual situations
Summary: Dominic feels guilty about watching Elijah.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Comments: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre as a fic challenge. Could be 45 min in length, was 44 min. Challenge was: "Write a story, any story, that starts with the following sentence: Even watching him felt like being a voyeur."
Feedback: I love it!
Even watching him felt like being a voyeur. Watching him do anything. Even if that’s what I was supposed to be doing in the scene. Peter would tell us to “keep our eyes on him” and I would. But I felt guilty. Felt like I was doing something dirty. And when he would look back, big blue eyes that seemed to dive right in to your very soul. That’s when it was the worst. When I felt I had been caught with my proverbial hand in the cookie jar. He would just smile, a smile I wasn’t sure the meaning of. If he knew, or if he was just smiling a friendly smile. And I would always look away.
-
“Dom?”
“Yeah, Bill?”
“You feeling all right, mate?”
“Fine. Why?”
“You just seem down, that’s all. Wanna go out tonight, get a beer?”
“Yeah, I would.”
Billy was always there for me. Even if he didn’t know he was being there for me, he was. I thought about telling him. Telling him about how I felt about Elijah. But then again, I wasn’t sure how I felt. I just know that I felt guilty. About everything. About watching him, about speaking to him, about being within five feet of him. Maybe I’d just keep my mouth closed.
-
A bottle of whiskey sat on the table, next to an empty bottle of whiskey. Billy leaned in across the table. He still seemed moderately sober. Damn Scots, they have such a bloody tolerance.
“So, what’s on your mind really?” Billy asked. We’d been making small talk and now he wanted to get to the nitty gritty.
“Nothing.”
“You sure?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Well, I think I might be in love with Elijah, but other than that...” Well, so much for not saying anything.
“Wow. That’s not what I expected, but... wow.”
“Sorry Billy. I didn’t mean to say that,” I slurred, realizing what was going on.
“Don’t be sorry, lad. Let’s talk. Obviously it’s bothering you.”
“I dunno, I just feel... whenever I look at him... like I’m not supposed to, ya know? Like he’s untouchable and I’m a pervert, looking at him. We’re such good mates, I don’t know why it came to this.” Billy nods, thinking over what I’m saying. Trying to comfort me, or give me advice.
“Why don’t you tell him? Or ask him to come out with you some night? See what he says.”
“It’s too much, Billy. He’ll just say no, and things will be so awkward.”
“Ask him out as mates, and see what happens. We go out all the time, but usually it’s all of us. Maybe getting him alone might help.”
“Well, it can’t hurt.”
“Cheers to that.”
-
Billy drove me home that night, considering I was too drunk to drive myself. And I took his advice. The next day, as shooting wrapped, I approached Elijah, my eyes trained on the ground. Afraid to get caught looking.
“Hey Lij... you wanna go out tonight, to the pub?”
“Sure Dom! I could use a drink after today. Should we invite Billy and Orli?” he asked, seeming very cheerful.
“I, uh... thought maybe just you and I could go. Ya know, just a quiet drink...” There was a long pause, but I was afraid to look up. After a while, I had to. Had to know what was going on with his face, had to know what he thought.
He was staring at me. Just patiently watching. After a moment of me looking at him, he broke out into a smile. He laid his hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
“Yeah, that sounds good. Let’s get out of these feet.” I smiled with relief when he said this, and when I did he grinned wider.
-
We got to the pub and chose a quiet table and started drinking. Elijah’s eyes were on me all the time. We talked about the shoot, and about little things you talk about when you’re not sure what else to say.
“Why don’t you tell me why you asked me out here?” Elijah proposed suddenly. I could feel his eyes on me, and I glanced up at him.
“For a drink, you know. To unwind,” I replied. Elijah snorted and shook his head in disbelief. His foot nudged mine under the table.
“That’s why you invited me, just me, to come out to drink?”
“Yeah... what did you think?” I asked blankly, trying to fein innocents.
“You asked me out to fuck me,” he stated plainly. I choked on the mouth full of beer I’d been trying to swallow.
“Pardon?” I asked once I had stopped coughing.
“Didn’t you? Isn’t that why you can’t look me in the eyes?”
“I - I think you have the wrong idea...”
“Do I? What if I told you that if you said yes, that’s why you asked me out here, we could cut the bullshit, drive back to my place, and you could fuck me as soon as the door closed?”
I sat in silence, mulling it over in my head. This is what I wanted. What I’d been waiting for. I just didn’t think it’d be this easy. After a few minutes, I heard him sigh impatiently.
“Well?” he asked.
“Let’s go.”
-
We could barely make it into him house, our hands all over each other. He was hard, hard from the moment he pressed up against me in the parking lot of the pub to kiss me. We stumbled inside his house, into the messy living room. He flicked on the lights, stripped off his clothes, and started to strip off mine. The door clicked into it’s frame and he pulled me down onto the floor, panting and saying my name as I pushed inside.
Author:
magicallydPairing: EW/DM
Rating: R for language and sexual situations
Summary: Dominic feels guilty about watching Elijah.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Comments: Written for
contrelamontre as a fic challenge. Could be 45 min in length, was 44 min. Challenge was: "Write a story, any story, that starts with the following sentence: Even watching him felt like being a voyeur."Feedback: I love it!
Even watching him felt like being a voyeur. Watching him do anything. Even if that’s what I was supposed to be doing in the scene. Peter would tell us to “keep our eyes on him” and I would. But I felt guilty. Felt like I was doing something dirty. And when he would look back, big blue eyes that seemed to dive right in to your very soul. That’s when it was the worst. When I felt I had been caught with my proverbial hand in the cookie jar. He would just smile, a smile I wasn’t sure the meaning of. If he knew, or if he was just smiling a friendly smile. And I would always look away.
-
“Dom?”
“Yeah, Bill?”
“You feeling all right, mate?”
“Fine. Why?”
“You just seem down, that’s all. Wanna go out tonight, get a beer?”
“Yeah, I would.”
Billy was always there for me. Even if he didn’t know he was being there for me, he was. I thought about telling him. Telling him about how I felt about Elijah. But then again, I wasn’t sure how I felt. I just know that I felt guilty. About everything. About watching him, about speaking to him, about being within five feet of him. Maybe I’d just keep my mouth closed.
-
A bottle of whiskey sat on the table, next to an empty bottle of whiskey. Billy leaned in across the table. He still seemed moderately sober. Damn Scots, they have such a bloody tolerance.
“So, what’s on your mind really?” Billy asked. We’d been making small talk and now he wanted to get to the nitty gritty.
“Nothing.”
“You sure?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Well, I think I might be in love with Elijah, but other than that...” Well, so much for not saying anything.
“Wow. That’s not what I expected, but... wow.”
“Sorry Billy. I didn’t mean to say that,” I slurred, realizing what was going on.
“Don’t be sorry, lad. Let’s talk. Obviously it’s bothering you.”
“I dunno, I just feel... whenever I look at him... like I’m not supposed to, ya know? Like he’s untouchable and I’m a pervert, looking at him. We’re such good mates, I don’t know why it came to this.” Billy nods, thinking over what I’m saying. Trying to comfort me, or give me advice.
“Why don’t you tell him? Or ask him to come out with you some night? See what he says.”
“It’s too much, Billy. He’ll just say no, and things will be so awkward.”
“Ask him out as mates, and see what happens. We go out all the time, but usually it’s all of us. Maybe getting him alone might help.”
“Well, it can’t hurt.”
“Cheers to that.”
-
Billy drove me home that night, considering I was too drunk to drive myself. And I took his advice. The next day, as shooting wrapped, I approached Elijah, my eyes trained on the ground. Afraid to get caught looking.
“Hey Lij... you wanna go out tonight, to the pub?”
“Sure Dom! I could use a drink after today. Should we invite Billy and Orli?” he asked, seeming very cheerful.
“I, uh... thought maybe just you and I could go. Ya know, just a quiet drink...” There was a long pause, but I was afraid to look up. After a while, I had to. Had to know what was going on with his face, had to know what he thought.
He was staring at me. Just patiently watching. After a moment of me looking at him, he broke out into a smile. He laid his hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
“Yeah, that sounds good. Let’s get out of these feet.” I smiled with relief when he said this, and when I did he grinned wider.
-
We got to the pub and chose a quiet table and started drinking. Elijah’s eyes were on me all the time. We talked about the shoot, and about little things you talk about when you’re not sure what else to say.
“Why don’t you tell me why you asked me out here?” Elijah proposed suddenly. I could feel his eyes on me, and I glanced up at him.
“For a drink, you know. To unwind,” I replied. Elijah snorted and shook his head in disbelief. His foot nudged mine under the table.
“That’s why you invited me, just me, to come out to drink?”
“Yeah... what did you think?” I asked blankly, trying to fein innocents.
“You asked me out to fuck me,” he stated plainly. I choked on the mouth full of beer I’d been trying to swallow.
“Pardon?” I asked once I had stopped coughing.
“Didn’t you? Isn’t that why you can’t look me in the eyes?”
“I - I think you have the wrong idea...”
“Do I? What if I told you that if you said yes, that’s why you asked me out here, we could cut the bullshit, drive back to my place, and you could fuck me as soon as the door closed?”
I sat in silence, mulling it over in my head. This is what I wanted. What I’d been waiting for. I just didn’t think it’d be this easy. After a few minutes, I heard him sigh impatiently.
“Well?” he asked.
“Let’s go.”
-
We could barely make it into him house, our hands all over each other. He was hard, hard from the moment he pressed up against me in the parking lot of the pub to kiss me. We stumbled inside his house, into the messy living room. He flicked on the lights, stripped off his clothes, and started to strip off mine. The door clicked into it’s frame and he pulled me down onto the floor, panting and saying my name as I pushed inside.
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I love me an aggressive Elijah. Wow. It suddenly got really hot in here as I read that last paragraph...
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