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Triangulation, Dom/Billy/Elijah
Title: Triangulation
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sophrosyne31
Pairing: Dom/Billy/Elijah
Rating: R
Disclaimer: this is pure wishing
Feedback: fits right in
A/N: this fic is for the birthday ofdutch_eowyn, one of the sweetest, most generous, and tasteful women I know in fandom. She posts wonderful recs, supports many authors, and is also very very kind. Happy birthday, love, and may your dreams be full of sexy hobbits and male parts.
“Orlando’s just, like, a complete twat, isn’t he?”
Elijah stares. One finger rubs at his chin.
“What’s that?” Billy heaves himself into a better position in the chair. It’s a little too small to fit him and his costume and his special felty dressing-robe and he frets to fold it all in around him and sit properly. When he shifts he can smell himself, salty and comforting. It doesn’t matter how cold the day, he’s always hot in his corduroy britches.
“He’s a twat. That’s the right word, yeah?”
“That’s one word for him,” grunts Billy. Now the hood of his robe has caught somehow on the back of the chair and the fabric’s rucked up behind his spine. He frets at it, then looks up and follows Elijah’s gaze.
Orlando is shadow-knifing in the shade of a tree. In his silvery costume he does look good, but there’s something germanely irritating about the self-conscious way he thrusts the invisible blade in and out. From where they’re sitting, Billy and Elijah can hear Orlando puffing, “One! Two! One!” just loudly enough to let everyone know he’s practising.
“In my town we’d call him a fucking idiot,” mutters Billy. It felt wrong, at first, swearing in front of a sweet kid like Elijah, but then Billy heard Elijah one morning when he discovered a scratch on his DJ Shadow cd. It was enough to peel Billy’s ears back against his head.
Elijah slumps one hip against the back of Billy’s chair and bites at his thumb. “Where’s Dom?”
Billy peers around. The ground is a clatter of crew and props and lighting rigs and various young women pottering around with cosmetics kits and continuity pages. There’s a general confluence towards the side where Orlando is now doing squats with his arms outstretched. “I think he went for a pee.”
“Man, he just pees all day. I can’t be fucked, you know, with the costume. I just hold on,” Elijah says. The tilt of his hips is all about nonchalance.
“Dom just likes holding his cock as often as possible,” Billy says, and cracks open a newspaper. The news is all about misery. He looks up and gazes at the gentle blue sky overhead instead.
Viggo drifts past, dark in his Ranger coat. He’s gazing at the ground and walking with a stately pace, his mouth in a little moue of thought.
“There’s another one,” Billy says, but Elijah’s watching Viggo with a kind of rapt brightness.
“…Cock?” he says eventually. Behind Billy’s head Elijah’s fingers play with the back of the chair and tweak painfully at Billy’s hair.
“Idiot,” snaps Billy, jerking forward. “Elijah, would you like to leave me in peace for a bit? You’ve come over all dozey and I’m sure Dom would prefer playing with you than—”
Elijah jolts, and Dom’s face appears over his shoulder and his hands spring away from Elijah’s ribs.
“What what what?” says Dom. His face is round with curiosity and he wraps his arms around Elijah’s waist and cuddles him roughly. “You match-making again, Bills?”
“No,” says Billy, returning to his newspaper. Elijah’s giggling into Dom’s hug and observing Billy at the same time. He runs a hand more gently across Billy’s hair.
“Billy? You want a cup of tea? I’m going.”
Billy looks up with a small smile of grace on his lips. “You are a dear lad.”
“I’m not much good at tea—is it with sugar and milk?”
“The more the better,” says Billy, and winks at Dom. Elijah goes off, waylaid by Kieran along the way. Kieran slaps Elijah on the hip and they do some kind of mysterious hand-slapping greeting as they disappear into the catering tent.
“What’s with the sleazy winking?” Dom asks, and squats next to Billy. He tugs the newspaper across, peers at it, puts it back with a frown of disdain.
“You’re very sweet on Elijah today,” notes Billy. “That’s all.”
Dom hitches up a mite and then down again into a more comfortable position. The hobbit feet are on even if the wigs aren’t, and it’s difficult squatting. If anyone can do it gracefully, Dom can.
“You should know,” Dom says, and then mumbles something to the ground. Billy pokes him in the shoulder. “You’re kind of sweet yourself,” Dom says, throwing up a grin.
“Shut up, you sweet-talker,” Billy says, and pokes him again. “If you want a blow job, just ask Orlando.”
“I wouldn’t sully my hands,” says Dom, cocking his chin in Orlando’s direction.
“Good to know,” says Billy. He cuffs Dom on the back of the head and goes on reading.
::
“We never seem to do anything but go to the pub or someone’s house to drink or, you know, surf—” Orlando’s complaining. He wants to go trail-biking over the hills. Everyone’s ignoring his restless squirming. It’s a hot quiet Sunday and there’s no sound but listless birds and hushing trees.
“It’s because we’re fucking old and tired,” snipes Dom. He’s got his legs stretched out on the banana lounge and his beer hand’s sagging to the ground beside him. “Billy’s backyard is as adventurous as I get these days. Old man,” and he gestures weakly at himself with a limp finger.
Beside him, lounging on the grass with both a blade of grass and a cigarette between his lips, Elijah dandles a finger through the rough green swathes. “I don’t think that’s right,” he says, smiling absently at his own fingers.
“You what?”
“I just can’t imagine you not being adventurous, Dom. It’s like saying, um, Viggo’s given up being smelly.”
Dom raises his head and looks down at Elijah. “I like a bit of adventure, I’m not saying that,” and he lets his free hand scuff at the back of Elijah’s sun-pink neck.
“Watch it, he’s drunk and he’s horny,” says Billy. Elijah hunches up into Dom’s hand, like a cat raising its backside to a pat.
Dom pokes his tongue out. “I asked you for sexual relief earlier, Billy, there’s no point in getting jealous now.”
Billy lifts his beer bottle. “If you’d said ‘I’ve washed, Billy, how about a nice suck,’ that would have been more persuasive.”
Dom pats his own sun-warmed crotch. “It’s nice and warm…” he tempts.
Elijah gets up, freed from Dom’s stroking, and leans over Dom for a whiff. “Man, you smell like—like—”
“Like a horny man?” suggests Orlando, watching. He strokes down his own long thighs contentedly, now apparently having accepted that today would be all about lounging and passing piss-smart remarks about Dom’s libido. So long as the conversation doesn’t turn to Orlando’s recently-collapsed libido, that’s okay.
“I was thinking, more like a man who needs another beer,” Elijah says, raising an eyebrow at Dom.
“I do,” says Dom. “But I’ll come with you.”
Billy coughs.
“Yes, Billy, and one for you, you blow-job hoarder.”
Billy just pumps a loose fist up and down in the air and watches Dom’s swift smirk as he walks away.
::
Dom follows Elijah’s lazy stroll into the house.
“I really am horny, you know,” he says, and stands a little too close to Elijah in the dim hallway. “Very.”
“I can see that,” Elijah says, warily shifting and smiling. In the watery interior light their eyes and teeth gleam.
“Can you help a brother out?” Dom tilts in, his smile getting tighter and more wicked. A little shimmy with his head.
“You know, I’d like to, you being such a nice guy and all, but I like my men less fucking fragrant,” Elijah says, putting his hands on Dom’s hips to gently stall Dom’s forward momentum. Dom sways back.
“Missing out on the best thing since cheese,” he says, and shuffles past Elijah to the kitchen. Elijah bumps himself off the wall and goes to the toilet instead.
::
Billy and Dom and Viggo and Elijah are in Billy’s car, driving back to Wellington. It’s twilight and just a little cold even in the car, the evening outside the windows smooth and grey. Billy has the radio on and everyone’s silent, just staring out the windows in a twilight of fatigue, listening to the harmless sleek sounds of mainstream music.
The car jerks to a stop outside Viggo’s house and everyone bangs back in their seats.
“So, see you tomorrow on the mountainside,” says Viggo, and gets out. The rest of them chorus goodbyes and blink and fall silent again after Viggo has loped off up the dim-lit driveway.
“Fancy a takeaway?” Billy asks the back seat. Dom nods. Elijah nods.
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a ‘whatever you want to do with me I can’t stop you’,” mumbles Dom. He leans his face against the window next to him and moans quietly.
Billy starts the car again. He drives to a Thai place near his house, fetches the paper menu, brings it back to the car, gets Dom and Elijah’s orders, disappears again into the restaurant. Dom sags against Elijah.
“You’re warm.”
“Uh-huh,” says Elijah, and sags right back onto him. They stay like that until Billy startles them by getting back into the car; it tips slightly to one side with his weight.
“Are we home yet?” says Elijah into Dom’s shoulder.
“Nearly. You just slumber, princess.” Billy drives on, and a minute later they’re at his place.
Inside, they plomp down side by side on the couch and jam open the plastic containers.
“I’m not good with chopsticks,” says Dom. “I always like to eat with a spoon, like nana showed me.” He has a piece of rice sticking to his lip. “See?” he holds his chopsticks bunched together in his fist.
“There’s always something,” mutters Elijah, adroitly shoveling noodles.
Billy scoffs through a mouthful of prawn. “As if you ever had a nana, Dom. You told me you were gestated in a box!”
“That was my Monty Python rip-off joke, jeez, Billy, get with it,” says Dom. “Can’t you tell the difference?”
Elijah looks at him. “Monty Python?”
“Never mind.”
“So,” Billy says, falling back on the couch with the relieved smile of a man who has just put food in a tired and hungry stomach. “How did your libido issue clear up then, Dom?”
Elijah puts down his chopsticks for a moment. “Do we have to talk about this at dinner?”
Dom smirks. “Actually, I’m still horny as fuck, thank you Billy. It’s well known,” he says, leaning in aromatically to confide in Elijah, “that prawns are an aphrodisiac.”
Elijah leans away. “I’m not letting you kiss me with a mouthful of capsicum!”
Billy looks at him around Dom’s shoulder. “Would you kiss him if it was garlic beef?”
Elijah gives Dom’s mouth a considering look. “Maybe. I haven’t got any beef. But I am horny.” His smile is just a little off-kilter with embarrassment.
There’s an I-told-you-so perk to the smile Dom turns to Billy. “Are you now,” he says, and puts down his empty plastic container of stray rice.
Elijah curves away, as if in alarm. “Don’t you molest me, you’re all greasy!” He’s wiping his own hands on his jeans.
Dom wipes his mouth. “You don’t like a bit of lubrication?”
Billy has put down his container too. “Children, this will all end in tears,” he says, but his face is closer to Dom’s shoulder now.
“This is all just joking, right?” says Elijah, because Dom’s got a look on his face now that Elijah’s never seen before, except at night clubs when Dom’s gazing at some girl in what Elijah’s always thought of as Dom’s ‘cheeter look’. It combines predatory sleekness with the intimation of smug bravado.
Dom looks and looks at Elijah and then says, “Look, how about if I show you my cock and you tell me how you feel about it.”
There’s a moment’s silence while Elijah and Billy evaluate the little smile on Dom’s face.
Elijah hears Billy’s guffaw as he lets loose a tiny giggle of his own. “Yeah, sure, why not, it’s the perfect aftermath to takeaway on a Tuesday night.” He settles back in his chair—away from Dom and his closed-mouth grin and all that it means, and lays his hands on his thighs in what seems like anticipation and mockery. His hands smooth sweat from his palms for a moment.
“Right,” says Dom, and then he hesitates a moment.
“Wondering if you forgot your undies?” helps Billy.
“Shut up, I do not fret about underwear,” says Dom and he suddenly unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down. Everyone blinks. Then Elijah and Billy both peer forward to inspect the goods.
Dom’s penis is thicker than Elijah expected; more suede, more pink at the tip, more… erect than he was counting on. It’s a hard, stiff, sticking-up prick, smooth and satiny, rising unabashedly from a soft ruffle of pale brown curls, a delicate sheen to the rosy head. It curves, just a little, towards Dom’s belly. Dom holds it in his hand, as if in wonder.
There’s another silence.
“Nice,” says Billy. “As I believe I told you last time.” He quirks a quick look at Elijah to see if Elijah realises this is a joke. Elijah’s gazing at the tip of Dom’s cock with cheeks as healthily rosy as the object of his stare.
“Man, I can’t believe—you’re actually showing me—I—” he mumbles. His eyes don’t leave Dom’s penis. Dom sees a nice little smile on Elijah’s flummoxed face.
“You can touch it,” he offers smugly. “I’m not good, but I’m cheap.”
“I’ll believe that,” Elijah says, and then astonishes himself and everyone else by actually reaching forward. “I’ve never touched another guy’s tool before.”
“Tool??” Billy and Dom snicker together.
“Shut up!” says Elijah, and runs his finger around the rim of Dom’s cock. The penis jogs slightly, startled; Elijah’s finger runs back and forth, tenderly, soothing and making the tip flush darker. Everyone watches Dom’s balls tighten.
“Okay, well, this is a bit erotic for an old man like me,” says Billy abruptly, and puts his hands beside him to lever himself off the couch. “I’ll leave you two sad little horny men to—”
Elijah reaches around behind Dom and scrunches his fingers into Billy’s hair. Dom puts a hand on Billy’s thigh.
Billy stops. “You’re kidding.”
“Come on,” says Dom. “It’s just us.”
Elijah’s fingers have become three fingers on Dom’s cock, and they press harder, making Dom gasp just a little as Elijah whispers “Billy.”
The rapt look on his face is one that both Dom and Billy have imagined, but never thought they’d see.
Billy sits back. Dom’s hand smoothes up his leg and finds a very definite hardness in Billy’s crotch. His long fingers curl around it, and Billy flushes, hitches his breath, looks down, and then up again to meet Dom’s gaze. He glances at Elijah.
“Just no one fucking tell Orlando,” he says.
::
Getting everyone’s pants off is the easiest part. Knowing what to do next is harder.
Dom breaks the embarrassed silence by lunging across and cupping Elijah’s head in his hand and kissing Elijah. Their mouths meet in a clumsy bumping and sliding and then lock in, both of them grinning madly, tongues slipping glossily, succulently, chins getting wet. Billy watches, forgetting to breathe.
Elijah breaks off, his lips pink, smearing a hand across his mouth, smiling like an idiot. “Boys are really rough,” he giggles. “Stubble!” and he clambers over Dom’s lap and sits on him. His slender arm goes out to grab Billy’s head. “Now you.”
Kissing Elijah is like kissing a happy kid, except that the kid has a wicked tongue and a way of closing his eyes rapturously that makes Billy keep his own eyes open as he screws his tongue into the heat of Elijah’s mouth and hears Elijah grunt and groan into his own. The kiss finds its rhythm; slows; grows serious and languid. On Dom’s lap Elijah pumps his hips unconsciously; once, twice, and Dom tightens up to meet him. He wonders if Elijah is even aware that their cocks are naked now and sliding sweetly each against the other’s groin. His hands clench Elijah’s thighs.
Then that kiss breaks, and Elijah smiles, a bigger smile than ever, and says, “I think this is going to work. I can’t believe we’re doing this!” He is all flushed and bright; he strips his teeshirt off and slides backwards off Dom’s lap, only noting Dom’s distress by a little sharp glance and a change in the crook of his smile.
“I want to—can I—?” he nods at Dom’s cock. He kneels between Dom’s legs. Dom just looks at him.
“Knock yourself out,” says Dom, and spreads his legs wider. He glances at Billy, who’s got an absentminded hand on his own cock—very hard, long and wow, kind of thick too—and an absentminded smirk on his face. Billy’s head is easily pulled over to him and he finds that Billy tastes like lemongrass and coconut and exactly the way Billy smells when he arrives at the trailer in the morning, sweet and milky.
Billy mumbles into Dom’s mouth, “You’re such a canny bastard,” and the two of them press secret smiles against each other’s lips. They kiss with their eyes closed, to hide the awkwardness and the glee.
Elijah’s been just holding his face near Dom’s cock, breathing and staring, minutely getting closer. Then he lunges in and takes the tip in his mouth. Dom gasps and kisses Billy harder.
Working his way slowly, Elijah experiments with licks, sucking, slurps and curious tasting of Dom’s cock, which seems to respond quite precisely to every provocation. He raises his head. “It doesn’t taste like me,” he says wonderingly.
Dom spares him a moment. He seems to realise he’s got his hand on Billy’s cock now, and he tugs at it deliberately, slowly, before he says, “How do you know? Bills?” His voice becomes husky. “I think you should find out.”
“Stop trying to sound like a porn script, Dom,” says Billy. He slithers off the couch, still holding his face near Dom’s, and tells Elijah to stretch out a bit. Elijah slumps onto his side, tugging at Dom to come down on the floor as well, while Billy hitches himself into position at Elijah’s crotch. There’s just room for them all between the couches once Dom shoves the table out of the way with one foot.
“This is so stupid,” says Elijah delightedly. He tickles Dom’s balls. “Do you like that? I always love it when someone—”
“Yes,,” breathes Dom. They’ve got themselves in the implausible arrangement of a three-way 69. Locked in like a pretzel. He wonders why they never got training for this in hobbit boot-camp. “I’m still quite horny, by the way,” he reminds them.
“You are so hard to please,” says Billy. He looks at Elijah’s cock, which he’s wondered about. He thought, being so young (Billy’s so old, he thinks, the young seem like a different species) that it might be kind of small. But Elijah’s cock is just perfect. Lily-white and nibbleable. The skin on it is smoother than that on his cheeks; his two little balls, round and fuzzed with soft hair, sit beneath it, just where Billy’s hand itches to cup.
Elijah’s hips are already moving before Billy puts his mouth on the tangy, musky, beautifully young and perfect penis that fits so wonderfully between his lips. Elijah sucks and laves at Dom’s cock, and with every squeeze of his fist around the base of Dom’s penis, his own hips surge up and down; Billy finds the rhythm and an intoxicating sense of circuitry, even before Dom licks a slow, firm strip up Billy’s cock and makes him shiver and flush and tilt his own hips into Dom’s warm mouth.
::
For three lads so haphazard and inexperienced at a three-way 69, they think they do a pretty good job. The pace goes around: Billy sucks Elijah; Elijah ripples luxuriously, like a stroked cat, and runs his tongue around the head of Dom’s cock; Dom groans and the sensation of Dom groaning on his cock makes Billy suck in his cheeks and draw Elijah further down towards the back of his throat. With every pulse, the circle draws tighter, faster, tenser, more fierce, more full of blood and need and disbelief, the circle is tautening, the pace is quickening—Elijah shoves a knuckle beneath Dom’s balls—Dom shudders and licks right up the length of Billy—Billy can’t keep up, he can’t concentrate when his face is full of the scent of cock and Dom’s hand is gripping Billy’s hipbone, tugging him in, and his stomach is so tense and Elijah’s cock is so hot in his mouth—there’s too much saliva and he can’t gobble enough—he hears Dom grunt a muffled Fuck, fuck—
Elijah squirms up, his legs contracting and then shooting out again; under his hands Billy feels Elijah tremble, and Elijah’s voice suddenly say, “Oh god, I’m going to—I’m gunna—unnngh—” as a warning but Billy’s mindless now, he can’t stop sucking and then there’s a pulse jerking the flesh in his mouth and salt and liquid in his mouth, he can’t believe it but he spits out the cock and gulps it down; there’s a moment when he just concentrates on getting the thick fluid down his throat and then he opens his eyes from their closed clench and he realises he’s just let Elijah come in his mouth.
He lays his head wearily on Elijah’s leg.
“Oh man, I’m sorry, I—” moans Elijah, flattened on the floor. Billy pats his knee weakly.
“Jesus, that was—that was fucking amazing,” says Dom from somewhere down around Billy’s balls. Billy rolls onto his back, carefully, feeling Dom manouevre into a more comfortable position. Dom’s still nuzzling Billy’s cock greedily with his closed lips, and he says “Bills, your cock is so hard…”
Elijah scrambles up. “Oh shit, sorry Dom, let me—” He’s all avid chagrin now, loose-limbed. The pinkness in his cheeks makes Billy happy. Elijah says, quietly, “I’m going to suck you till you blow.”
Dom huffs a satisfied little breath on Billy’s cock. “That’s my boy,” he says. His cock is ridiculously stiff, saturated with spit and hanging heavy between his legs as he kneels and Elijah squirms in beneath and between his knees. “You right there?” Dom says, and smiles upside down at Elijah.
“This is crazy.” Elijah grins. He cranes his head up and Dom’s cock bobs right into his open mouth. Dom rocks forward, his eyes squeezed shut, his cheeks red. His mouth hangs open; then he butts his head towards Billy’s crotch and finds his place. Elijah arches his back; takes Dom in further.
Billy lies there, his arms loose by his sides, as Dom resumes his sucking and licking; “More with the fist, lad,” he instructs softly, and Dom firms his grasp and pumps, slow and tight. Billy closes his eyes and his lips part; a little frown of delight creases his eyebrows. The sensation of Dom’s strong lips and deft tongue brings delicious threads of tension right through his legs, his groin, his belly; Billy feels Dom rocking against Elijah and onto him; Dom’s tongue grooves up and down and around and around; the threads pull tight, everything’s clenching down—
“Ah, Jesus!” shouts Billy. His hips jerk, his knees stutter apart; Dom jolts off him and watches as Billy pumps out three spurts of thin glossy come onto his belly. Dom’s fist around Billy’s cock tightens and he feels every pulse in his palm.
“I can’t believe I’m the last,” whispers Dom, still awestruck, shine of fervour in his eyes. “Bills, that was pretty good.”
“I’m dead,” moans Billy. He just lies there, abandoned, and then rests a forearm over his face. He takes it away and looks at Dom with dazed eyes.
“Okay, I’m up.” Dom sprawls on his back, finally. Elijah cranes up from where he’s lying, and flips neatly onto his knees to straddle Dom’s legs. He looks at Billy.
“You wanna—?” he perks a glance down at Dom’s cock, which is held bow-like above Dom’s belly by the force of its stiffness. Billy slithers over, closer, and wriggles wearily up to Dom’s face.
“It’s all yours, Doodle,” he mutters, and jams his lips onto Dom’s and kisses him: slowly, lazily; loose and dazed; then harder, more greedily, as Dom’s head arcs off the floor and pushes up into Billy’s. They breathe roughly through their noses and keep kissing and kissing and kissing.
Elijah watches, the blood still high in his cheeks, then ducks his own mouth down. Dom’s cock is thicker than ever, hard and so heavy on the flat of his tongue that he jams a fist around the base of it, angles it right, and commences sucking hard. Up and down, round and round. His tongue is a quick learner of Dom’s reflexes; it scrubs more and more firmly, intently, relentlessly—he’s holding his breath, he’s just a sucking machine, and Dom shudders and jerks, his legs stiffen and Elijah feels strong thigh muscles clenching and then Dom’s jerking up, up, arching off the ground, yelling urgently into the muffle of Billy’s mouth and Elijah catches the first spurt in his mouth and then recoils to watch Dom coming, one forceful pump of semen after another flying out and the cock in Elijah’s fist still rock hard.
He only remembers to let it go when Dom, collapsed again, mumbles, “You’re going to break it off” and he lets it go and sits back and just looks at Dom and Billy sprawled on the floor. Billy has a beatific smile on his face. Dom is still whimpering faintly. The air smells like fresh rain.
Elijah wipes his chin dry. “That was something. I don’t even know what you’d call it.” The look on his face is all triumph.
“Fucking… fucking… good,” groans Dom.
“I hope you’re satisfied,” says Billy. He gives Dom a quick peck on his sweaty cheek.
“Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” Dom cracks open one eye. “What did you think, Elijah?”
Elijah reaches forward and musses both heads of hair at once. “Only with my hobbits,” he says.
“I’m hungry again,” says Billy, looking around.
“Is there any more beer?” says Dom, recovering.
Elijah sits back against the legs of the couch. Everything is normal. He’s amazingly happy.
Dom darts over and kisses him hard on the lips.
“There’s still some beef,” calls Billy.
::
“Quiet night last night?” asks Viggo the next morning.
“Nah man, I went off to this café, down by the beach, there were the most amazing girls there, and we went skinny-dipping—” Orlando wriggles in his chair, sits forward, his make-up artist making an annoyed sound and trying to follow him with her brush. “The water was like ice, man, but these girls, they were so hot—”
“Not you.” Orlando sits back in his seat and shuts his mouth. “You guys looked fucking wrecked when you dropped me.”
Dom and Elijah and Billy all get the same smile.
“Bit wrecked, yeah,” says Dom. “Nothing a little lie-down couldn’t cure.”
“Takeaway,” says Billy, shrugging. “Telly.”
“A few beers,” adds Dom.
“They gave me blow-jobs,” says Elijah.
Viggo looks at him. Orlando looks at him. The make-up artists look at him.
“In your dreams,” says Orlando. “Anyway, these girls, right, they were—” He rambles on. Viggo sits back shaking his head.
Dom and Billy look at Elijah. And he smiles back with his big bright eyes.
“How’s your libido, then, Dom?” he asks, still smiling.
“Still not fixed,” says Dom. “Not at all.” He holds out his hand, the forefinger and thumb crooked at right-angles. Billy hesitates, then does the same and places his hand next to it. Elijah looks perplexed, then puts his there too. The three hands make a space in the shape of a triangle.
“Yeah,” says Elijah.
“Yeah,” says Billy.
Dom grins.
Author:
sophrosyne31Pairing: Dom/Billy/Elijah
Rating: R
Disclaimer: this is pure wishing
Feedback: fits right in
A/N: this fic is for the birthday of
dutch_eowyn, one of the sweetest, most generous, and tasteful women I know in fandom. She posts wonderful recs, supports many authors, and is also very very kind. Happy birthday, love, and may your dreams be full of sexy hobbits and male parts. “Orlando’s just, like, a complete twat, isn’t he?”
Elijah stares. One finger rubs at his chin.
“What’s that?” Billy heaves himself into a better position in the chair. It’s a little too small to fit him and his costume and his special felty dressing-robe and he frets to fold it all in around him and sit properly. When he shifts he can smell himself, salty and comforting. It doesn’t matter how cold the day, he’s always hot in his corduroy britches.
“He’s a twat. That’s the right word, yeah?”
“That’s one word for him,” grunts Billy. Now the hood of his robe has caught somehow on the back of the chair and the fabric’s rucked up behind his spine. He frets at it, then looks up and follows Elijah’s gaze.
Orlando is shadow-knifing in the shade of a tree. In his silvery costume he does look good, but there’s something germanely irritating about the self-conscious way he thrusts the invisible blade in and out. From where they’re sitting, Billy and Elijah can hear Orlando puffing, “One! Two! One!” just loudly enough to let everyone know he’s practising.
“In my town we’d call him a fucking idiot,” mutters Billy. It felt wrong, at first, swearing in front of a sweet kid like Elijah, but then Billy heard Elijah one morning when he discovered a scratch on his DJ Shadow cd. It was enough to peel Billy’s ears back against his head.
Elijah slumps one hip against the back of Billy’s chair and bites at his thumb. “Where’s Dom?”
Billy peers around. The ground is a clatter of crew and props and lighting rigs and various young women pottering around with cosmetics kits and continuity pages. There’s a general confluence towards the side where Orlando is now doing squats with his arms outstretched. “I think he went for a pee.”
“Man, he just pees all day. I can’t be fucked, you know, with the costume. I just hold on,” Elijah says. The tilt of his hips is all about nonchalance.
“Dom just likes holding his cock as often as possible,” Billy says, and cracks open a newspaper. The news is all about misery. He looks up and gazes at the gentle blue sky overhead instead.
Viggo drifts past, dark in his Ranger coat. He’s gazing at the ground and walking with a stately pace, his mouth in a little moue of thought.
“There’s another one,” Billy says, but Elijah’s watching Viggo with a kind of rapt brightness.
“…Cock?” he says eventually. Behind Billy’s head Elijah’s fingers play with the back of the chair and tweak painfully at Billy’s hair.
“Idiot,” snaps Billy, jerking forward. “Elijah, would you like to leave me in peace for a bit? You’ve come over all dozey and I’m sure Dom would prefer playing with you than—”
Elijah jolts, and Dom’s face appears over his shoulder and his hands spring away from Elijah’s ribs.
“What what what?” says Dom. His face is round with curiosity and he wraps his arms around Elijah’s waist and cuddles him roughly. “You match-making again, Bills?”
“No,” says Billy, returning to his newspaper. Elijah’s giggling into Dom’s hug and observing Billy at the same time. He runs a hand more gently across Billy’s hair.
“Billy? You want a cup of tea? I’m going.”
Billy looks up with a small smile of grace on his lips. “You are a dear lad.”
“I’m not much good at tea—is it with sugar and milk?”
“The more the better,” says Billy, and winks at Dom. Elijah goes off, waylaid by Kieran along the way. Kieran slaps Elijah on the hip and they do some kind of mysterious hand-slapping greeting as they disappear into the catering tent.
“What’s with the sleazy winking?” Dom asks, and squats next to Billy. He tugs the newspaper across, peers at it, puts it back with a frown of disdain.
“You’re very sweet on Elijah today,” notes Billy. “That’s all.”
Dom hitches up a mite and then down again into a more comfortable position. The hobbit feet are on even if the wigs aren’t, and it’s difficult squatting. If anyone can do it gracefully, Dom can.
“You should know,” Dom says, and then mumbles something to the ground. Billy pokes him in the shoulder. “You’re kind of sweet yourself,” Dom says, throwing up a grin.
“Shut up, you sweet-talker,” Billy says, and pokes him again. “If you want a blow job, just ask Orlando.”
“I wouldn’t sully my hands,” says Dom, cocking his chin in Orlando’s direction.
“Good to know,” says Billy. He cuffs Dom on the back of the head and goes on reading.
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“We never seem to do anything but go to the pub or someone’s house to drink or, you know, surf—” Orlando’s complaining. He wants to go trail-biking over the hills. Everyone’s ignoring his restless squirming. It’s a hot quiet Sunday and there’s no sound but listless birds and hushing trees.
“It’s because we’re fucking old and tired,” snipes Dom. He’s got his legs stretched out on the banana lounge and his beer hand’s sagging to the ground beside him. “Billy’s backyard is as adventurous as I get these days. Old man,” and he gestures weakly at himself with a limp finger.
Beside him, lounging on the grass with both a blade of grass and a cigarette between his lips, Elijah dandles a finger through the rough green swathes. “I don’t think that’s right,” he says, smiling absently at his own fingers.
“You what?”
“I just can’t imagine you not being adventurous, Dom. It’s like saying, um, Viggo’s given up being smelly.”
Dom raises his head and looks down at Elijah. “I like a bit of adventure, I’m not saying that,” and he lets his free hand scuff at the back of Elijah’s sun-pink neck.
“Watch it, he’s drunk and he’s horny,” says Billy. Elijah hunches up into Dom’s hand, like a cat raising its backside to a pat.
Dom pokes his tongue out. “I asked you for sexual relief earlier, Billy, there’s no point in getting jealous now.”
Billy lifts his beer bottle. “If you’d said ‘I’ve washed, Billy, how about a nice suck,’ that would have been more persuasive.”
Dom pats his own sun-warmed crotch. “It’s nice and warm…” he tempts.
Elijah gets up, freed from Dom’s stroking, and leans over Dom for a whiff. “Man, you smell like—like—”
“Like a horny man?” suggests Orlando, watching. He strokes down his own long thighs contentedly, now apparently having accepted that today would be all about lounging and passing piss-smart remarks about Dom’s libido. So long as the conversation doesn’t turn to Orlando’s recently-collapsed libido, that’s okay.
“I was thinking, more like a man who needs another beer,” Elijah says, raising an eyebrow at Dom.
“I do,” says Dom. “But I’ll come with you.”
Billy coughs.
“Yes, Billy, and one for you, you blow-job hoarder.”
Billy just pumps a loose fist up and down in the air and watches Dom’s swift smirk as he walks away.
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Dom follows Elijah’s lazy stroll into the house.
“I really am horny, you know,” he says, and stands a little too close to Elijah in the dim hallway. “Very.”
“I can see that,” Elijah says, warily shifting and smiling. In the watery interior light their eyes and teeth gleam.
“Can you help a brother out?” Dom tilts in, his smile getting tighter and more wicked. A little shimmy with his head.
“You know, I’d like to, you being such a nice guy and all, but I like my men less fucking fragrant,” Elijah says, putting his hands on Dom’s hips to gently stall Dom’s forward momentum. Dom sways back.
“Missing out on the best thing since cheese,” he says, and shuffles past Elijah to the kitchen. Elijah bumps himself off the wall and goes to the toilet instead.
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Billy and Dom and Viggo and Elijah are in Billy’s car, driving back to Wellington. It’s twilight and just a little cold even in the car, the evening outside the windows smooth and grey. Billy has the radio on and everyone’s silent, just staring out the windows in a twilight of fatigue, listening to the harmless sleek sounds of mainstream music.
The car jerks to a stop outside Viggo’s house and everyone bangs back in their seats.
“So, see you tomorrow on the mountainside,” says Viggo, and gets out. The rest of them chorus goodbyes and blink and fall silent again after Viggo has loped off up the dim-lit driveway.
“Fancy a takeaway?” Billy asks the back seat. Dom nods. Elijah nods.
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a ‘whatever you want to do with me I can’t stop you’,” mumbles Dom. He leans his face against the window next to him and moans quietly.
Billy starts the car again. He drives to a Thai place near his house, fetches the paper menu, brings it back to the car, gets Dom and Elijah’s orders, disappears again into the restaurant. Dom sags against Elijah.
“You’re warm.”
“Uh-huh,” says Elijah, and sags right back onto him. They stay like that until Billy startles them by getting back into the car; it tips slightly to one side with his weight.
“Are we home yet?” says Elijah into Dom’s shoulder.
“Nearly. You just slumber, princess.” Billy drives on, and a minute later they’re at his place.
Inside, they plomp down side by side on the couch and jam open the plastic containers.
“I’m not good with chopsticks,” says Dom. “I always like to eat with a spoon, like nana showed me.” He has a piece of rice sticking to his lip. “See?” he holds his chopsticks bunched together in his fist.
“There’s always something,” mutters Elijah, adroitly shoveling noodles.
Billy scoffs through a mouthful of prawn. “As if you ever had a nana, Dom. You told me you were gestated in a box!”
“That was my Monty Python rip-off joke, jeez, Billy, get with it,” says Dom. “Can’t you tell the difference?”
Elijah looks at him. “Monty Python?”
“Never mind.”
“So,” Billy says, falling back on the couch with the relieved smile of a man who has just put food in a tired and hungry stomach. “How did your libido issue clear up then, Dom?”
Elijah puts down his chopsticks for a moment. “Do we have to talk about this at dinner?”
Dom smirks. “Actually, I’m still horny as fuck, thank you Billy. It’s well known,” he says, leaning in aromatically to confide in Elijah, “that prawns are an aphrodisiac.”
Elijah leans away. “I’m not letting you kiss me with a mouthful of capsicum!”
Billy looks at him around Dom’s shoulder. “Would you kiss him if it was garlic beef?”
Elijah gives Dom’s mouth a considering look. “Maybe. I haven’t got any beef. But I am horny.” His smile is just a little off-kilter with embarrassment.
There’s an I-told-you-so perk to the smile Dom turns to Billy. “Are you now,” he says, and puts down his empty plastic container of stray rice.
Elijah curves away, as if in alarm. “Don’t you molest me, you’re all greasy!” He’s wiping his own hands on his jeans.
Dom wipes his mouth. “You don’t like a bit of lubrication?”
Billy has put down his container too. “Children, this will all end in tears,” he says, but his face is closer to Dom’s shoulder now.
“This is all just joking, right?” says Elijah, because Dom’s got a look on his face now that Elijah’s never seen before, except at night clubs when Dom’s gazing at some girl in what Elijah’s always thought of as Dom’s ‘cheeter look’. It combines predatory sleekness with the intimation of smug bravado.
Dom looks and looks at Elijah and then says, “Look, how about if I show you my cock and you tell me how you feel about it.”
There’s a moment’s silence while Elijah and Billy evaluate the little smile on Dom’s face.
Elijah hears Billy’s guffaw as he lets loose a tiny giggle of his own. “Yeah, sure, why not, it’s the perfect aftermath to takeaway on a Tuesday night.” He settles back in his chair—away from Dom and his closed-mouth grin and all that it means, and lays his hands on his thighs in what seems like anticipation and mockery. His hands smooth sweat from his palms for a moment.
“Right,” says Dom, and then he hesitates a moment.
“Wondering if you forgot your undies?” helps Billy.
“Shut up, I do not fret about underwear,” says Dom and he suddenly unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down. Everyone blinks. Then Elijah and Billy both peer forward to inspect the goods.
Dom’s penis is thicker than Elijah expected; more suede, more pink at the tip, more… erect than he was counting on. It’s a hard, stiff, sticking-up prick, smooth and satiny, rising unabashedly from a soft ruffle of pale brown curls, a delicate sheen to the rosy head. It curves, just a little, towards Dom’s belly. Dom holds it in his hand, as if in wonder.
There’s another silence.
“Nice,” says Billy. “As I believe I told you last time.” He quirks a quick look at Elijah to see if Elijah realises this is a joke. Elijah’s gazing at the tip of Dom’s cock with cheeks as healthily rosy as the object of his stare.
“Man, I can’t believe—you’re actually showing me—I—” he mumbles. His eyes don’t leave Dom’s penis. Dom sees a nice little smile on Elijah’s flummoxed face.
“You can touch it,” he offers smugly. “I’m not good, but I’m cheap.”
“I’ll believe that,” Elijah says, and then astonishes himself and everyone else by actually reaching forward. “I’ve never touched another guy’s tool before.”
“Tool??” Billy and Dom snicker together.
“Shut up!” says Elijah, and runs his finger around the rim of Dom’s cock. The penis jogs slightly, startled; Elijah’s finger runs back and forth, tenderly, soothing and making the tip flush darker. Everyone watches Dom’s balls tighten.
“Okay, well, this is a bit erotic for an old man like me,” says Billy abruptly, and puts his hands beside him to lever himself off the couch. “I’ll leave you two sad little horny men to—”
Elijah reaches around behind Dom and scrunches his fingers into Billy’s hair. Dom puts a hand on Billy’s thigh.
Billy stops. “You’re kidding.”
“Come on,” says Dom. “It’s just us.”
Elijah’s fingers have become three fingers on Dom’s cock, and they press harder, making Dom gasp just a little as Elijah whispers “Billy.”
The rapt look on his face is one that both Dom and Billy have imagined, but never thought they’d see.
Billy sits back. Dom’s hand smoothes up his leg and finds a very definite hardness in Billy’s crotch. His long fingers curl around it, and Billy flushes, hitches his breath, looks down, and then up again to meet Dom’s gaze. He glances at Elijah.
“Just no one fucking tell Orlando,” he says.
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Getting everyone’s pants off is the easiest part. Knowing what to do next is harder.
Dom breaks the embarrassed silence by lunging across and cupping Elijah’s head in his hand and kissing Elijah. Their mouths meet in a clumsy bumping and sliding and then lock in, both of them grinning madly, tongues slipping glossily, succulently, chins getting wet. Billy watches, forgetting to breathe.
Elijah breaks off, his lips pink, smearing a hand across his mouth, smiling like an idiot. “Boys are really rough,” he giggles. “Stubble!” and he clambers over Dom’s lap and sits on him. His slender arm goes out to grab Billy’s head. “Now you.”
Kissing Elijah is like kissing a happy kid, except that the kid has a wicked tongue and a way of closing his eyes rapturously that makes Billy keep his own eyes open as he screws his tongue into the heat of Elijah’s mouth and hears Elijah grunt and groan into his own. The kiss finds its rhythm; slows; grows serious and languid. On Dom’s lap Elijah pumps his hips unconsciously; once, twice, and Dom tightens up to meet him. He wonders if Elijah is even aware that their cocks are naked now and sliding sweetly each against the other’s groin. His hands clench Elijah’s thighs.
Then that kiss breaks, and Elijah smiles, a bigger smile than ever, and says, “I think this is going to work. I can’t believe we’re doing this!” He is all flushed and bright; he strips his teeshirt off and slides backwards off Dom’s lap, only noting Dom’s distress by a little sharp glance and a change in the crook of his smile.
“I want to—can I—?” he nods at Dom’s cock. He kneels between Dom’s legs. Dom just looks at him.
“Knock yourself out,” says Dom, and spreads his legs wider. He glances at Billy, who’s got an absentminded hand on his own cock—very hard, long and wow, kind of thick too—and an absentminded smirk on his face. Billy’s head is easily pulled over to him and he finds that Billy tastes like lemongrass and coconut and exactly the way Billy smells when he arrives at the trailer in the morning, sweet and milky.
Billy mumbles into Dom’s mouth, “You’re such a canny bastard,” and the two of them press secret smiles against each other’s lips. They kiss with their eyes closed, to hide the awkwardness and the glee.
Elijah’s been just holding his face near Dom’s cock, breathing and staring, minutely getting closer. Then he lunges in and takes the tip in his mouth. Dom gasps and kisses Billy harder.
Working his way slowly, Elijah experiments with licks, sucking, slurps and curious tasting of Dom’s cock, which seems to respond quite precisely to every provocation. He raises his head. “It doesn’t taste like me,” he says wonderingly.
Dom spares him a moment. He seems to realise he’s got his hand on Billy’s cock now, and he tugs at it deliberately, slowly, before he says, “How do you know? Bills?” His voice becomes husky. “I think you should find out.”
“Stop trying to sound like a porn script, Dom,” says Billy. He slithers off the couch, still holding his face near Dom’s, and tells Elijah to stretch out a bit. Elijah slumps onto his side, tugging at Dom to come down on the floor as well, while Billy hitches himself into position at Elijah’s crotch. There’s just room for them all between the couches once Dom shoves the table out of the way with one foot.
“This is so stupid,” says Elijah delightedly. He tickles Dom’s balls. “Do you like that? I always love it when someone—”
“Yes,,” breathes Dom. They’ve got themselves in the implausible arrangement of a three-way 69. Locked in like a pretzel. He wonders why they never got training for this in hobbit boot-camp. “I’m still quite horny, by the way,” he reminds them.
“You are so hard to please,” says Billy. He looks at Elijah’s cock, which he’s wondered about. He thought, being so young (Billy’s so old, he thinks, the young seem like a different species) that it might be kind of small. But Elijah’s cock is just perfect. Lily-white and nibbleable. The skin on it is smoother than that on his cheeks; his two little balls, round and fuzzed with soft hair, sit beneath it, just where Billy’s hand itches to cup.
Elijah’s hips are already moving before Billy puts his mouth on the tangy, musky, beautifully young and perfect penis that fits so wonderfully between his lips. Elijah sucks and laves at Dom’s cock, and with every squeeze of his fist around the base of Dom’s penis, his own hips surge up and down; Billy finds the rhythm and an intoxicating sense of circuitry, even before Dom licks a slow, firm strip up Billy’s cock and makes him shiver and flush and tilt his own hips into Dom’s warm mouth.
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For three lads so haphazard and inexperienced at a three-way 69, they think they do a pretty good job. The pace goes around: Billy sucks Elijah; Elijah ripples luxuriously, like a stroked cat, and runs his tongue around the head of Dom’s cock; Dom groans and the sensation of Dom groaning on his cock makes Billy suck in his cheeks and draw Elijah further down towards the back of his throat. With every pulse, the circle draws tighter, faster, tenser, more fierce, more full of blood and need and disbelief, the circle is tautening, the pace is quickening—Elijah shoves a knuckle beneath Dom’s balls—Dom shudders and licks right up the length of Billy—Billy can’t keep up, he can’t concentrate when his face is full of the scent of cock and Dom’s hand is gripping Billy’s hipbone, tugging him in, and his stomach is so tense and Elijah’s cock is so hot in his mouth—there’s too much saliva and he can’t gobble enough—he hears Dom grunt a muffled Fuck, fuck—
Elijah squirms up, his legs contracting and then shooting out again; under his hands Billy feels Elijah tremble, and Elijah’s voice suddenly say, “Oh god, I’m going to—I’m gunna—unnngh—” as a warning but Billy’s mindless now, he can’t stop sucking and then there’s a pulse jerking the flesh in his mouth and salt and liquid in his mouth, he can’t believe it but he spits out the cock and gulps it down; there’s a moment when he just concentrates on getting the thick fluid down his throat and then he opens his eyes from their closed clench and he realises he’s just let Elijah come in his mouth.
He lays his head wearily on Elijah’s leg.
“Oh man, I’m sorry, I—” moans Elijah, flattened on the floor. Billy pats his knee weakly.
“Jesus, that was—that was fucking amazing,” says Dom from somewhere down around Billy’s balls. Billy rolls onto his back, carefully, feeling Dom manouevre into a more comfortable position. Dom’s still nuzzling Billy’s cock greedily with his closed lips, and he says “Bills, your cock is so hard…”
Elijah scrambles up. “Oh shit, sorry Dom, let me—” He’s all avid chagrin now, loose-limbed. The pinkness in his cheeks makes Billy happy. Elijah says, quietly, “I’m going to suck you till you blow.”
Dom huffs a satisfied little breath on Billy’s cock. “That’s my boy,” he says. His cock is ridiculously stiff, saturated with spit and hanging heavy between his legs as he kneels and Elijah squirms in beneath and between his knees. “You right there?” Dom says, and smiles upside down at Elijah.
“This is crazy.” Elijah grins. He cranes his head up and Dom’s cock bobs right into his open mouth. Dom rocks forward, his eyes squeezed shut, his cheeks red. His mouth hangs open; then he butts his head towards Billy’s crotch and finds his place. Elijah arches his back; takes Dom in further.
Billy lies there, his arms loose by his sides, as Dom resumes his sucking and licking; “More with the fist, lad,” he instructs softly, and Dom firms his grasp and pumps, slow and tight. Billy closes his eyes and his lips part; a little frown of delight creases his eyebrows. The sensation of Dom’s strong lips and deft tongue brings delicious threads of tension right through his legs, his groin, his belly; Billy feels Dom rocking against Elijah and onto him; Dom’s tongue grooves up and down and around and around; the threads pull tight, everything’s clenching down—
“Ah, Jesus!” shouts Billy. His hips jerk, his knees stutter apart; Dom jolts off him and watches as Billy pumps out three spurts of thin glossy come onto his belly. Dom’s fist around Billy’s cock tightens and he feels every pulse in his palm.
“I can’t believe I’m the last,” whispers Dom, still awestruck, shine of fervour in his eyes. “Bills, that was pretty good.”
“I’m dead,” moans Billy. He just lies there, abandoned, and then rests a forearm over his face. He takes it away and looks at Dom with dazed eyes.
“Okay, I’m up.” Dom sprawls on his back, finally. Elijah cranes up from where he’s lying, and flips neatly onto his knees to straddle Dom’s legs. He looks at Billy.
“You wanna—?” he perks a glance down at Dom’s cock, which is held bow-like above Dom’s belly by the force of its stiffness. Billy slithers over, closer, and wriggles wearily up to Dom’s face.
“It’s all yours, Doodle,” he mutters, and jams his lips onto Dom’s and kisses him: slowly, lazily; loose and dazed; then harder, more greedily, as Dom’s head arcs off the floor and pushes up into Billy’s. They breathe roughly through their noses and keep kissing and kissing and kissing.
Elijah watches, the blood still high in his cheeks, then ducks his own mouth down. Dom’s cock is thicker than ever, hard and so heavy on the flat of his tongue that he jams a fist around the base of it, angles it right, and commences sucking hard. Up and down, round and round. His tongue is a quick learner of Dom’s reflexes; it scrubs more and more firmly, intently, relentlessly—he’s holding his breath, he’s just a sucking machine, and Dom shudders and jerks, his legs stiffen and Elijah feels strong thigh muscles clenching and then Dom’s jerking up, up, arching off the ground, yelling urgently into the muffle of Billy’s mouth and Elijah catches the first spurt in his mouth and then recoils to watch Dom coming, one forceful pump of semen after another flying out and the cock in Elijah’s fist still rock hard.
He only remembers to let it go when Dom, collapsed again, mumbles, “You’re going to break it off” and he lets it go and sits back and just looks at Dom and Billy sprawled on the floor. Billy has a beatific smile on his face. Dom is still whimpering faintly. The air smells like fresh rain.
Elijah wipes his chin dry. “That was something. I don’t even know what you’d call it.” The look on his face is all triumph.
“Fucking… fucking… good,” groans Dom.
“I hope you’re satisfied,” says Billy. He gives Dom a quick peck on his sweaty cheek.
“Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” Dom cracks open one eye. “What did you think, Elijah?”
Elijah reaches forward and musses both heads of hair at once. “Only with my hobbits,” he says.
“I’m hungry again,” says Billy, looking around.
“Is there any more beer?” says Dom, recovering.
Elijah sits back against the legs of the couch. Everything is normal. He’s amazingly happy.
Dom darts over and kisses him hard on the lips.
“There’s still some beef,” calls Billy.
::
“Quiet night last night?” asks Viggo the next morning.
“Nah man, I went off to this café, down by the beach, there were the most amazing girls there, and we went skinny-dipping—” Orlando wriggles in his chair, sits forward, his make-up artist making an annoyed sound and trying to follow him with her brush. “The water was like ice, man, but these girls, they were so hot—”
“Not you.” Orlando sits back in his seat and shuts his mouth. “You guys looked fucking wrecked when you dropped me.”
Dom and Elijah and Billy all get the same smile.
“Bit wrecked, yeah,” says Dom. “Nothing a little lie-down couldn’t cure.”
“Takeaway,” says Billy, shrugging. “Telly.”
“A few beers,” adds Dom.
“They gave me blow-jobs,” says Elijah.
Viggo looks at him. Orlando looks at him. The make-up artists look at him.
“In your dreams,” says Orlando. “Anyway, these girls, right, they were—” He rambles on. Viggo sits back shaking his head.
Dom and Billy look at Elijah. And he smiles back with his big bright eyes.
“How’s your libido, then, Dom?” he asks, still smiling.
“Still not fixed,” says Dom. “Not at all.” He holds out his hand, the forefinger and thumb crooked at right-angles. Billy hesitates, then does the same and places his hand next to it. Elijah looks perplexed, then puts his there too. The three hands make a space in the shape of a triangle.
“Yeah,” says Elijah.
“Yeah,” says Billy.
Dom grins.
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and i'm hoping that this really happened and i was just channelling billy's reverie the next day, but i don't know.
*wishes*
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thank you for commenting!
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thank you! btw your journal is friends-locked, mind if i friend you? um, my mind's gone a blank - does that mean i can read your journal or - no, it doesn't, does it. anyway. can i come in?
*inveigles you with complimentary elijahs*
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*puts elijahs on shelf where they won't get broken by overexcited hands*
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Also? D_E is way too cool. She probably deserves a sequel. Just sayin'. :-)
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<3
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and thank you for the rec! that really made my day. *loffs*
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now i'm dead.
thanks a lot.
*thud*
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*triangle of love*
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It's so hot and well characterized. Just...mmm.
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