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TITLE: "Burn" (1/1)
AUTHOR: mcee (mcee@sblomie.com)
SITE: http://sblomie.com
ARCHIVE: BTF only, please.
DISCLAIMER: Lies, all lies.
FEEDBACK: By all means!
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Dom/Lij
SUMMARY: "Dominic blinked at the bright sunset disappearing behind Elijah's shoulder and his breath only hitched a little."
* * *
The sun was setting over Elijah's shoulder and Dominic had to squint to see the water gather in round drops at the tip of Elijah's hair, twinkling momentarily before gravity took them. Elijah was wet, wet from the sea, and smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. He had a smudge of sand on his arm, another on his shoulder, and he smelled like salt and sunscreen. Dominic, dry and fully clothed, and stretched out on the thick cushion of a sturdy deck chair, couldn't help smiling back stupidly. Elijah, his flesh cold from the water prickling Dominic's warm skin like little fingers, had straddled Dominic's outstretched legs and sat on his thighs, pinning him down. His body radiated playfulness. Dominic's went along, out of habit.
The plate Dominic was holding between them tipped under Elijah's finger as it traced a little circuit in the pink sauce. The creamy digit was then stuck ungracefully in its owner's mouth and licked clean with a resounding slurp. Dominic felt his smile pull further at his lips.
"Good?"
"Very good. You made?"
"Yeah."
Dominic took a thin strip of tender chicken between his fingers, smudging his hand with sauce in the process. The seasoned meat was warm against his fingers, and smelled as good as it tasted. Dominic bit off half of his offering and nudged the rest between Elijah's lips; they closed around it and Dominic's world shrunk down to the feel of Elijah's tongue against his fingertips. Then the chicken was gone, and so were Dominic's fingers from Elijah's mouth. Dominic blinked at the bright sunset disappearing behind Elijah's shoulder and his breath only hitched a little.
Elijah chewed and smiled, then leaned in to meet Dominic's lips. Dominic's hand cupped the back of his head, and tongues slid hotly onto one another. Elijah moaned contentedly and Dominic could swear the cool drops of water from Elijah's skin were sizzling on his own.
"FUCK! Dom--"
Dominic's hand was yanked away by a forceful wrist and he only became aware of the pain when Billy turned on the cold water and thrust his hand under the faucet. Dominic blinked owlishly at his friend, beginning to feel the dull ache of the burn on his fingers. He looked at it and saw nothing but pale skin. And yet it burned, burned, burned. How could something that painful be invisible?
Billy's anger seemed frustrated. "You've got to be more carefully! I understand you're upset, but you have to get over this, Dom..."
Dominic tuned him out and looked around them at the empty apartment strewn here and there with unpacked boxes. Billy's suitcase, its airport tags hanging off of it like Christmas ornaments, lay half-open next to the couch, with bits of clothing spilling out from the sides. Everything else in the room also belonged to Billy. Dominic had a toothbrush next to the bathroom sink. Sleeping pills. Clothes left in haphazard piles around his bed in a near-empty bedroom. He lived here now, he had to remind himself.
Billy let go of his wrist and Dominic's hand wandered from the rush of cold water. The sharp sting to his skin brought him out of his daze.
Pennes were cooling on the back burner. The front burner was red-hot and a burnt smell wafted out of the small pot there. Dominic reached out and turned it off.
"There goes dinner," he muttered, wondering if Billy would get mad at him for ruining their meal for a third time this week. But Billy just looked at him with a mix of discouragement and shared pain. He took Dominic's keys by the door and Dominic by the elbow.
"Come on. We're eating out."
Dominic followed numbly, sticking his aching finger between his lips. The burn was excruciating, and he dragged it over his teeth, biting down until his eyes watered and he couldn't see where Billy was taking him.
A burn was a good reason to cry.
end
AUTHOR: mcee (mcee@sblomie.com)
SITE: http://sblomie.com
ARCHIVE: BTF only, please.
DISCLAIMER: Lies, all lies.
FEEDBACK: By all means!
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Dom/Lij
SUMMARY: "Dominic blinked at the bright sunset disappearing behind Elijah's shoulder and his breath only hitched a little."
* * *
The sun was setting over Elijah's shoulder and Dominic had to squint to see the water gather in round drops at the tip of Elijah's hair, twinkling momentarily before gravity took them. Elijah was wet, wet from the sea, and smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. He had a smudge of sand on his arm, another on his shoulder, and he smelled like salt and sunscreen. Dominic, dry and fully clothed, and stretched out on the thick cushion of a sturdy deck chair, couldn't help smiling back stupidly. Elijah, his flesh cold from the water prickling Dominic's warm skin like little fingers, had straddled Dominic's outstretched legs and sat on his thighs, pinning him down. His body radiated playfulness. Dominic's went along, out of habit.
The plate Dominic was holding between them tipped under Elijah's finger as it traced a little circuit in the pink sauce. The creamy digit was then stuck ungracefully in its owner's mouth and licked clean with a resounding slurp. Dominic felt his smile pull further at his lips.
"Good?"
"Very good. You made?"
"Yeah."
Dominic took a thin strip of tender chicken between his fingers, smudging his hand with sauce in the process. The seasoned meat was warm against his fingers, and smelled as good as it tasted. Dominic bit off half of his offering and nudged the rest between Elijah's lips; they closed around it and Dominic's world shrunk down to the feel of Elijah's tongue against his fingertips. Then the chicken was gone, and so were Dominic's fingers from Elijah's mouth. Dominic blinked at the bright sunset disappearing behind Elijah's shoulder and his breath only hitched a little.
Elijah chewed and smiled, then leaned in to meet Dominic's lips. Dominic's hand cupped the back of his head, and tongues slid hotly onto one another. Elijah moaned contentedly and Dominic could swear the cool drops of water from Elijah's skin were sizzling on his own.
"FUCK! Dom--"
Dominic's hand was yanked away by a forceful wrist and he only became aware of the pain when Billy turned on the cold water and thrust his hand under the faucet. Dominic blinked owlishly at his friend, beginning to feel the dull ache of the burn on his fingers. He looked at it and saw nothing but pale skin. And yet it burned, burned, burned. How could something that painful be invisible?
Billy's anger seemed frustrated. "You've got to be more carefully! I understand you're upset, but you have to get over this, Dom..."
Dominic tuned him out and looked around them at the empty apartment strewn here and there with unpacked boxes. Billy's suitcase, its airport tags hanging off of it like Christmas ornaments, lay half-open next to the couch, with bits of clothing spilling out from the sides. Everything else in the room also belonged to Billy. Dominic had a toothbrush next to the bathroom sink. Sleeping pills. Clothes left in haphazard piles around his bed in a near-empty bedroom. He lived here now, he had to remind himself.
Billy let go of his wrist and Dominic's hand wandered from the rush of cold water. The sharp sting to his skin brought him out of his daze.
Pennes were cooling on the back burner. The front burner was red-hot and a burnt smell wafted out of the small pot there. Dominic reached out and turned it off.
"There goes dinner," he muttered, wondering if Billy would get mad at him for ruining their meal for a third time this week. But Billy just looked at him with a mix of discouragement and shared pain. He took Dominic's keys by the door and Dominic by the elbow.
"Come on. We're eating out."
Dominic followed numbly, sticking his aching finger between his lips. The burn was excruciating, and he dragged it over his teeth, biting down until his eyes watered and he couldn't see where Billy was taking him.
A burn was a good reason to cry.
end
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