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Threesome Slash -- YAY!!! Part One of possibly Five
Title: Author! Author!
Pairing: Billy-Dom-Elijah threesome
Rating: NC-17
Premise: Billy takes a bet from Dom to write a slash story, and the resulting work has quite the effect on both the author and his readers.
Disclaimer: I don't know of a story called The Gang Bang with this subject matter, but if you do could you point it out to me? I'd love to read it!
For my beta Hanarobi, who suggested/insisted I finally work up the nerve to post this damn thing.
Also posted separately to my LJ, because I honestly don't know how to cross-post.
Part One
“Oh God, Dom, come on!” Elijah groaned. His one day off from filming this week, and Dominic insisted he spend it sitting around his apartment. This was bad enough, but now Dominic leaned over him to type a slash website address into the computer. “Can’t you read this shit on your own time?”
“There’s something I want you to see,” Dom replied, his tone asking for patience, apparently scrolling in search of one story in particular.
“Who’s shagging now? Frodo and Bilbo? Frodo and Bill the Pony? Frodo and the fucking Eye of Sauron?” Knowing Dom, he would take note of the most freakish pairings.
“No, that’s all been done,” Dom said. “This is RPS.”
“Oh, what then? Me in a three-way with Fran and Phillipa? Me with the Gollum model WETA made? Or maybe I’ve moved up in the world and I'm getting buggered by P.J. himself!” At this point he fixed Dom with a glare. “I’ve got exactly 16 hours to spend doing something other than channeling Frodo Baggins. Can I please spend them remembering who Elijah fucking Wood is?!”
“Will you calm down? It’s right… here.” In that pause, Dominic’s jaw slowly dropped, his eyes running across the screen as if to double-check what he’d read.
With a notable lack of enthusiasm, Elijah turned to the screen. “The Gang Bang, NC-17. Hmph, there’s a pairing: Billy, me, you, Vig, Orli, both Seans and Ian. Fascinating. Now can we leave -- what?” For Dominic now stood up straight, still staring quizzically at the screen.
Elijah continued scanning. “Eight chapters… 9,468 words… PWP… author, The Artful Dodger --”
“Look at the e-mail.” Dominic’s eyebrows were still knitted together, but now a half-smile quirked his face.
“BB1968@…” he didn’t finish. The four hobbit actors had sent enough e-mails back and forth over the past year to memorize each other’s addresses. “Billy?!”
“Yeah.”
A jumble of questions suddenly fought for dominance in Elijah’s head. Since when did Billy start writing this shit? Why would he do it? Why would he post it? Then Elijah turned to Dominic, who still looked surprised himself, and one question won out. “How the hell did you know where to find it?”
“Billy and I made a bet, and the loser had to try his hand at one of these and submit it for the wrath of the fans. Billy lost, and just as well; he was bragging on how he could write one of these in his sleep. He said he’d post it to this site, so I’ve been checkin’ it for updates, you know. This morning I saw him listed.”
“Then why do you look as shocked as I am?”
“He said he’d do a lesbian threesome on Liv, Miranda and Cate Blanchett. I… didn’t read this pairing and stuff before I came over here.” Now Dominic bared his teeth in a full smile. “I can’t believe Billy did this.”
Elijah could swear he saw Dominic’s admiration for Billy going up a few notches, just from the expression on his face. He turned back to the screen. 9,468 words… their Billy wrote 9,468 words of slash… about them… Two clicks, and Dominic and Elijah were reading Billy’s story.
Thirty minutes later they logged off the site, having read The Gang Bang twice. Dominic’s breathing had grown heavier with each paragraph, and now warmed Elijah’s neck. The younger man had increasing difficulty controlling his mouse hand; the arrow trembled and jerked onscreen.
“Do you --” Elijah swallowed and tried again, his voice almost a moan. “Do you think Billy really wants us to… do that to him?”
Dominic caught the husky tone of Elijah’s voice and decided he wanted more. He leaned into Elijah’s ear and whispered, “Would you like to, Lighe?” He felt a tremor run through Elijah as his lips grazed his ear. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he smiled.
“Would you?” Elijah almost growled, his hands shaking from his tight grips on the mouse and armrest. “Could you do that with a guy? Your best friend?”
Dominic spoke again into his ear. “Now that the subject’s up, I have, actually. Oh, not with Billy,” he amended as Elijah turned to him. “At least not yet; thought he was straight before I read this,” he grinned. “But yeah: as long as the attraction was mutual…,” his eyes questioned Elijah.
Elijah’s eyes seemed to take in Dom’s entire face before settling on his mouth. He nodded once. “Yeah,” he said to Dom’s mouth.
Dom smiled again and continued “…and I knew it wouldn’t fuck up the friendship, I’d be game... you?”
That was all the invitation he needed; Elijah leapt out of his seat and practically tackled Dominic to the floor, covering his mouth in sloppy, wet kisses. Dominic struggled with Elijah’s shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head. Dominic’s hands frantically roamed Elijah’s body as the younger man fumbled with the other’s button fly. The frustrating task of unfastening each button was rewarded with Dom’s total disregard for underwear. Elijah made a sound of surprise and approval into Dominic’s mouth, and quickly set about undoing his own jeans. Dominic pushed his pants down and busied himself with the buttons of his shirt until he heard Elijah’s zipper; then his hands flew to Elijah’s waistband to help him push the clothes mid-thigh.
There was no patience for preparation, lubrication or even condoms. His hands already gripping Elijah’s ass, Dominic held him in place and started grinding their cocks together. A gasp and very loud moan answered this, and then Dominic felt Elijah’s hands grab his cheeks, pressing their hips closer still. They lay with their foreheads together, grunting and groaning at each other, the kissing abandoned, hips grinding furiously now in a desperate dance, their cocks crushed between them. Finally, and all too soon, they came simultaneously, Elijah shouting with each spasm, Dominic emitting one long, continuous howl.
For a few minutes they just lay there, catching their breath. Dominic became vaguely aware of his shirt, still on and only halfway unbuttoned, now thoroughly soiled. He moved his hands and felt Elijah wince slightly; obviously they’d held each other hard enough to leave somewhat of a bruise.
“See?” Dominic panted, “Told you -- I could -- do it.”
Elijah managed a laugh. “I’m impressed,” he wheezed. Once they were breathing normally again, he asked, “So, what d’you think led to this: how hot the story was, or just the idea that Billy wrote it?”
“Heh. Hard to say. As I read it, I did keep picturing Billy thinking it up, typing it --”
“One-handed?”
“For some scenes,” Dominic smirked. “Like the one where he’s got himself tied to the bed with all the Elven rope props so he can’t move --”
“And one of the blindfolds Faramir used so he can’t see --”
“While Ian and Bean tease him with ice, candle wax and tongues all over his body. Christ, I didn’t know Bill was so bleedin’ pervy!”
“I didn’t know he wants Viggo to bend him over his knee and beat him with Aragorn’s leather belt!” Elijah snickered.
“Or the bit where he’s forced to swallow both Sean’s and Orli’s cocks at the same time!” Dominic laughed. “And the stuff he wrote about you and me…!”
They stared at each other, silently revisiting the images of themselves Billy’s words had conjured. Then Elijah moved to sit up and Dominic noticed his cock, semi-hard again. “All that talk,” he said sheepishly, reaching for his shirt. Dominic smiled, wriggling on the floor to pull his pants up.
“Wait. Do you think Billy really wants all that, or even fantasizes about it, or is it all just bullshit? It was just a bet, after all,” Elijah pointed out.
“If this was just about the bet, why didn’t he tell me the story’s done? It’s been online for a couple of weeks now. Got another shirt I can borrow?”
Elijah nodded and headed for his bedroom, Dominic trailing behind him. “Do we ask him about it?” Elijah asked.
“I certainly intend to!”
“You gonna… let him know how much we liked it?”
“And risk becoming fodder for his next installment? Nah, I’ll let his imagination sort that one out. But if we wanted to give him, say, his own experience to draw on…”
Elijah smiled over his shoulder from the closet. “A frame of reference?”
“Well, yeah. What if he’s sending out a cry for help, you know?” Dominic moved toward Elijah, voice and face dead serious, save the glint in his eye. “Writing all that stuff in a vain attempt to purge his tormenting desires…”
“‘Tormenting desires?!’” Elijah laughed. Dominic stood directly behind him now.
“What if he secretly wants someone to call him on it?” His hands rested at Elijah’s hips. “Or maybe he’s resigned himself to a life of hot stories about men, instead of the real thing?” The hands moved around Elijah’s stomach and down to his fly. “Either way, we can’t let him down, or leave him in that state, can we?” The sound of a snap and zipper echoed on the closet walls. “We’re his friends, right?” Elijah gasped and sighed as Dominic stroked him through his briefs. “He’s done us the favor of opening us up to new things; it’s only right to return it.”
“Uh-hum,” Elijah whimpered in response. Leaning back into Dominic, he tilted his head up for another kiss, slower and deeper than their first. Only when he felt the bulge in Dominic’s pants pushing against him did Elijah drop the shirt he’d chosen.
Pairing: Billy-Dom-Elijah threesome
Rating: NC-17
Premise: Billy takes a bet from Dom to write a slash story, and the resulting work has quite the effect on both the author and his readers.
Disclaimer: I don't know of a story called The Gang Bang with this subject matter, but if you do could you point it out to me? I'd love to read it!
For my beta Hanarobi, who suggested/insisted I finally work up the nerve to post this damn thing.
Also posted separately to my LJ, because I honestly don't know how to cross-post.
Part One
“Oh God, Dom, come on!” Elijah groaned. His one day off from filming this week, and Dominic insisted he spend it sitting around his apartment. This was bad enough, but now Dominic leaned over him to type a slash website address into the computer. “Can’t you read this shit on your own time?”
“There’s something I want you to see,” Dom replied, his tone asking for patience, apparently scrolling in search of one story in particular.
“Who’s shagging now? Frodo and Bilbo? Frodo and Bill the Pony? Frodo and the fucking Eye of Sauron?” Knowing Dom, he would take note of the most freakish pairings.
“No, that’s all been done,” Dom said. “This is RPS.”
“Oh, what then? Me in a three-way with Fran and Phillipa? Me with the Gollum model WETA made? Or maybe I’ve moved up in the world and I'm getting buggered by P.J. himself!” At this point he fixed Dom with a glare. “I’ve got exactly 16 hours to spend doing something other than channeling Frodo Baggins. Can I please spend them remembering who Elijah fucking Wood is?!”
“Will you calm down? It’s right… here.” In that pause, Dominic’s jaw slowly dropped, his eyes running across the screen as if to double-check what he’d read.
With a notable lack of enthusiasm, Elijah turned to the screen. “The Gang Bang, NC-17. Hmph, there’s a pairing: Billy, me, you, Vig, Orli, both Seans and Ian. Fascinating. Now can we leave -- what?” For Dominic now stood up straight, still staring quizzically at the screen.
Elijah continued scanning. “Eight chapters… 9,468 words… PWP… author, The Artful Dodger --”
“Look at the e-mail.” Dominic’s eyebrows were still knitted together, but now a half-smile quirked his face.
“BB1968@…” he didn’t finish. The four hobbit actors had sent enough e-mails back and forth over the past year to memorize each other’s addresses. “Billy?!”
“Yeah.”
A jumble of questions suddenly fought for dominance in Elijah’s head. Since when did Billy start writing this shit? Why would he do it? Why would he post it? Then Elijah turned to Dominic, who still looked surprised himself, and one question won out. “How the hell did you know where to find it?”
“Billy and I made a bet, and the loser had to try his hand at one of these and submit it for the wrath of the fans. Billy lost, and just as well; he was bragging on how he could write one of these in his sleep. He said he’d post it to this site, so I’ve been checkin’ it for updates, you know. This morning I saw him listed.”
“Then why do you look as shocked as I am?”
“He said he’d do a lesbian threesome on Liv, Miranda and Cate Blanchett. I… didn’t read this pairing and stuff before I came over here.” Now Dominic bared his teeth in a full smile. “I can’t believe Billy did this.”
Elijah could swear he saw Dominic’s admiration for Billy going up a few notches, just from the expression on his face. He turned back to the screen. 9,468 words… their Billy wrote 9,468 words of slash… about them… Two clicks, and Dominic and Elijah were reading Billy’s story.
Thirty minutes later they logged off the site, having read The Gang Bang twice. Dominic’s breathing had grown heavier with each paragraph, and now warmed Elijah’s neck. The younger man had increasing difficulty controlling his mouse hand; the arrow trembled and jerked onscreen.
“Do you --” Elijah swallowed and tried again, his voice almost a moan. “Do you think Billy really wants us to… do that to him?”
Dominic caught the husky tone of Elijah’s voice and decided he wanted more. He leaned into Elijah’s ear and whispered, “Would you like to, Lighe?” He felt a tremor run through Elijah as his lips grazed his ear. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he smiled.
“Would you?” Elijah almost growled, his hands shaking from his tight grips on the mouse and armrest. “Could you do that with a guy? Your best friend?”
Dominic spoke again into his ear. “Now that the subject’s up, I have, actually. Oh, not with Billy,” he amended as Elijah turned to him. “At least not yet; thought he was straight before I read this,” he grinned. “But yeah: as long as the attraction was mutual…,” his eyes questioned Elijah.
Elijah’s eyes seemed to take in Dom’s entire face before settling on his mouth. He nodded once. “Yeah,” he said to Dom’s mouth.
Dom smiled again and continued “…and I knew it wouldn’t fuck up the friendship, I’d be game... you?”
That was all the invitation he needed; Elijah leapt out of his seat and practically tackled Dominic to the floor, covering his mouth in sloppy, wet kisses. Dominic struggled with Elijah’s shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head. Dominic’s hands frantically roamed Elijah’s body as the younger man fumbled with the other’s button fly. The frustrating task of unfastening each button was rewarded with Dom’s total disregard for underwear. Elijah made a sound of surprise and approval into Dominic’s mouth, and quickly set about undoing his own jeans. Dominic pushed his pants down and busied himself with the buttons of his shirt until he heard Elijah’s zipper; then his hands flew to Elijah’s waistband to help him push the clothes mid-thigh.
There was no patience for preparation, lubrication or even condoms. His hands already gripping Elijah’s ass, Dominic held him in place and started grinding their cocks together. A gasp and very loud moan answered this, and then Dominic felt Elijah’s hands grab his cheeks, pressing their hips closer still. They lay with their foreheads together, grunting and groaning at each other, the kissing abandoned, hips grinding furiously now in a desperate dance, their cocks crushed between them. Finally, and all too soon, they came simultaneously, Elijah shouting with each spasm, Dominic emitting one long, continuous howl.
For a few minutes they just lay there, catching their breath. Dominic became vaguely aware of his shirt, still on and only halfway unbuttoned, now thoroughly soiled. He moved his hands and felt Elijah wince slightly; obviously they’d held each other hard enough to leave somewhat of a bruise.
“See?” Dominic panted, “Told you -- I could -- do it.”
Elijah managed a laugh. “I’m impressed,” he wheezed. Once they were breathing normally again, he asked, “So, what d’you think led to this: how hot the story was, or just the idea that Billy wrote it?”
“Heh. Hard to say. As I read it, I did keep picturing Billy thinking it up, typing it --”
“One-handed?”
“For some scenes,” Dominic smirked. “Like the one where he’s got himself tied to the bed with all the Elven rope props so he can’t move --”
“And one of the blindfolds Faramir used so he can’t see --”
“While Ian and Bean tease him with ice, candle wax and tongues all over his body. Christ, I didn’t know Bill was so bleedin’ pervy!”
“I didn’t know he wants Viggo to bend him over his knee and beat him with Aragorn’s leather belt!” Elijah snickered.
“Or the bit where he’s forced to swallow both Sean’s and Orli’s cocks at the same time!” Dominic laughed. “And the stuff he wrote about you and me…!”
They stared at each other, silently revisiting the images of themselves Billy’s words had conjured. Then Elijah moved to sit up and Dominic noticed his cock, semi-hard again. “All that talk,” he said sheepishly, reaching for his shirt. Dominic smiled, wriggling on the floor to pull his pants up.
“Wait. Do you think Billy really wants all that, or even fantasizes about it, or is it all just bullshit? It was just a bet, after all,” Elijah pointed out.
“If this was just about the bet, why didn’t he tell me the story’s done? It’s been online for a couple of weeks now. Got another shirt I can borrow?”
Elijah nodded and headed for his bedroom, Dominic trailing behind him. “Do we ask him about it?” Elijah asked.
“I certainly intend to!”
“You gonna… let him know how much we liked it?”
“And risk becoming fodder for his next installment? Nah, I’ll let his imagination sort that one out. But if we wanted to give him, say, his own experience to draw on…”
Elijah smiled over his shoulder from the closet. “A frame of reference?”
“Well, yeah. What if he’s sending out a cry for help, you know?” Dominic moved toward Elijah, voice and face dead serious, save the glint in his eye. “Writing all that stuff in a vain attempt to purge his tormenting desires…”
“‘Tormenting desires?!’” Elijah laughed. Dominic stood directly behind him now.
“What if he secretly wants someone to call him on it?” His hands rested at Elijah’s hips. “Or maybe he’s resigned himself to a life of hot stories about men, instead of the real thing?” The hands moved around Elijah’s stomach and down to his fly. “Either way, we can’t let him down, or leave him in that state, can we?” The sound of a snap and zipper echoed on the closet walls. “We’re his friends, right?” Elijah gasped and sighed as Dominic stroked him through his briefs. “He’s done us the favor of opening us up to new things; it’s only right to return it.”
“Uh-hum,” Elijah whimpered in response. Leaning back into Dominic, he tilted his head up for another kiss, slower and deeper than their first. Only when he felt the bulge in Dominic’s pants pushing against him did Elijah drop the shirt he’d chosen.
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More, please?
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I want pictures of that...
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