Connected

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galor5  suggested I post this fic as my first post after I finally worked up the guts to post it in the domlijah comm. So here it is, my first post on fellow_shippers and my first slash fic.

 

 

Title: Connected

Part(s):1/?
Pairings: Dom/Lijah
Rating: NC-17...I don't know. I am a dialog whore, so my smut may not be as vivid as some, but there will be smut annnnd then more dialog.

Warnings: Angst

Disclaimers: This is a complete work of fiction. I make no money from writing it. I don't know them, never met them. Not real.

Beta: Deb
Feedback:Yes Please! This is the first non Het I have ever written.

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Red wine sloshed recklessly from Josh’s glass as Naveen elbowed him from the left.

"Say somefinng pretteh for them." He slurred into his ear.

Josh shook the dripping wine from his hand before patting the dark skinned face beside him. Josh wasn’t quite sober himself, and therefore spoke far too close to Naveen’s face as he answered, exhaling the deep rich scent of Merlot.

"Nah...I’m no goon at that schtuff. Besides...you shood do it." he words began to run together as he stifled a drunken giggle. "I mean, he’s Engeesh....and you’re Engissh...Engush...Lingesh...fuck it...Britissh." Josh nudged Naveen back as he nodded.

"The man has a point!" Naveen yelled, causing a jump from those seated at their long table as he attempted to stand at the end of it. "I’d like to po-pose a toast.....to Dom and Evey!"

Dom watched in slow motion as his friends around him raised their glasses towards them.

"To Dom and Evey!" Their voices cheered happily. As Naveen grabbed Josh’s shoulder for stability.

"May they..." Naveen paused as Josh whispered sloppily into his ear. "...oooh nooo, I’m not shaying nat...she kick my arse..."

Dom felt Evey giggle beside him, threading her hand and fingers into his as she leaned into him. Kissing the top of her head, he noticed Terri beginning to stand across from him.

"Naveen...Josh...I really appreciate you...getting us started. If you want to fall into your chair and drink some more...I’d like to add a few words."

Josh and Naveen snorted as they fell back into their chairs. "I thought yoursh was lurvley...loovey..."Josh paused.."Purdy." Naveen nodded in agreement as Maggie slapped his arm.

"You guys!" she whispered harshly, yet with no malice in her voice. "Stop..." she ended with a giggle. She couldn’t help it, they were hopelessly adorable.

"I think what our inebriated wonder boys down there were trying to say was..." Terri smiled fondly at Dom and Evey. "That we wish you all the best this life has to offer. For us, you are the external representation of the love we all feel together, as one...in this family we’ve found in each other." Nods of agreement floated around him as he continued.

"There is a Samoan proverb: "Aloha mai no, aloha aku; o ka huhu ka mea e ola `ole ai." Which means: ‘When Love is Given, love should be returned; anger is the thing that gives no life."

"Hear! Hear!" came the cheer from the wonder boys as the table lifted their glasses to them again. Evey jumped to her feet and reaching across the table, pulled Terri into a warm embrace as she kissed his cheek.

"That was deep, man." Dominic heard Jorge say from behind him. "Anger is the thing that gives no life....beautiful man..."

"Not like our Evey could make anyone angry." Matt gushed from the seat beside hers, earning himself a kiss as she sat down on Dom’s lap.

"Same with Dominic." She beamed as she curled her fingers into the hair against his neck.. "I can’t imagine him making anyone angry."

 

"Why are you angry?" Dom felt his blood heating in his chest. " I should be the one who’s pissed here, Lijah."

"Oh I see. You are allowed emotion but I’m not." Elijah spat.

Dominic sighed, sinking into the overstuffed green chair beside the stereo. Putting a hand to his temple he rubbed idle circles into the skin. "Lij...I just don’t get it...you know I love you, don’t you?"

Elijah’s voice fell tender. "Of course I do, Dom."

"Always?" His eyes closed.

"Always." Elijah answered directly. "Same as you’ll love me. I love you, Dom. That hasn’t changed."

"But you won’t come with me." Dominic said flatly.

"I can’t."

"You mean you won’t."

"I can’t...Dom..." Elijah knelt on the floor in front of him. "Tell me, how would it work?"

Gray met blue as Dom opened his eyes. "It would." he pleaded. "I have to take this new series, Lijah. I need you there with me...we'd make it work.

"How, Dom?" Elijah asked again. "When you moved to LA it was easy. You were here because ‘you were an actor who needed a place to stay’. No one questioned it. You were ‘here because the work was here.’ "

"Not for me, it wasn’t. But it is in Hawaii." Dom grasped Elijah’s face in his hands. "It’s an island, Lij. How many times have we laid in that bed in there, with you missing the islands? Feeling trapped by the landlocked side of this bloody state?"

Elijah sighed into his touch. "Too many times."

"Then. Come. With. Me." Dom insisted. "I know it’s not New Zealand-nothing ever will be like New Zealand. But I’m giving you an island again, Lijah. Blue water. Palm trees. Walks that could go on forever in a circle...Surfing...stars. Everything you miss, Elijah. Take it." Dom leaned forward brushing his lips against the fullness and promise he had always found in Elijah’s lips. Elijah sighed, his mouth opening as Dom’s tongue made a slow, deliberate swipe inside. "Please." Dom pleaded again. "Come with me." His tongue stroked against Elijah’s again. "Don’t make me go alone."

"And why am I there?" he sighed into Dom’s mouth. "What’s the story we have to live behind this time? Neither one of us is willing to fight to come out, Dom. If I move there....mmmm" He said as Dom’s lips melted into his again, his hand weaving itself around Elijah’s neck, into his hair.

"Dom...Dom...Don’t...we have to sort this out."

Elijah searched Dom’s eyes as they pulled apart. "Listen to me. This is a huge job for you. If I move there...for no professional reason...they’ll know...and then we are out. Do you know what that means?"

Dom leaned back into the chair, pulling Elijah off the floor and into the chair with him. "If memory serves...yes. "Out" means that I am no longer simply a man, with a life, with emotions, with a career." he sighed with frustration. "I become a man who people judge simply on the basis of what they imagine I do in the bedroom."

"Or the laundry room." Elijah smiled, reminding him of last night.

Dom chuckled. "I told you, Lij. There is something to be said about that spin cycle. Now don’t change the subject." He added as his long fingers drew soft waves along Elijah’s neck. "It wouldn’t be like that."

"Dom, stop." Elijah sat up in his lap. "We both know it would be just like that. People would know." he shook his head softly. "Sometimes saying nothing is worse than just admitting it."

"Which we have agreed..." Dom began.

"...The world is not ready for us to do." Elijah finished as Dom dropped his arms in defeat. Elijah felt his heart sink with Dom’s hopes, then lifted over another thought entirely.

"Hey, nothing says I can’t visit! I’ll come every few months-a little Hobbit Holiday-those are allowed." he said cheerfully. "Spend a couple of days..."

"I don’t want a couple of days." Dom replied sadly. "I want them all."

 

Orlando walked down the small set of steps which led to the back door of Elijah’s house. He looked behind him, as he tapped lightly on the sliding glass door. He hated being followed and lately, it was worse than ever. Even though no one really was there-he could still feel them.

He smiled as Hannah’s bright eyes peeked from behind the vertical blinds and with a slow click-whoosh she opened the door. Looking over Orlando’s shoulder as he slipped inside, Hannah closed the door, replaced the blinds and when she turned around again found herself enveloped in his arms. She slid her arms around his neck and releasing a heavy sigh, began to cry quietly.

"Aww Babes....it’s ok." he whispered.

"It’s not ok." she sniffed. "It’s horrible. I hate him, Orli...I hate him so much."

"No you don’t, luv." he smiled slightly. "No one does...no one can. He’s Dom."

"Fucking DOM!" She growled pushing away from him. "I DO hate him!" her voice was a harsh whisper as she pointed a small finger towards the hall which led to the bedrooms. "He hasn’t been out of bed in 4 days, Orlando! My brother...my brother who has adapted to everything life threw at him!" Her sharp whisper broke as she struggled to be silent in the house, yet dying to scream and be heard. "His heart is broken. HE is broken, Orli." Hannah’s shoulders began to shake as she broke down completely. Orlando’s long legs crossed the room with quick strides as he pulled her back into his arms.

"He’s the one who makes everything make sense, Orli." she sobbed into the firmness of his chest; her tears darkening the blue cotton jersey he’d thrown on as he ran out the door.

Orlando sighed and rubbed her back firmly; willing her to calm down. When she’d called his mobile yesterday, he’d been in another post production meeting and missed her call.

Leaving the meeting, he joked and teased with Keira as they both rode together back to the pair of beach front cottages they’d lived in for the past 11 months.

He was relieved to have a break finally, and the two weeks they’d been given had promised to be some down time for him. Keira was going home to her mother’s to ‘drink a lot and eat until she knew they could never ask her to wear a corset again’.

He would stay there, on the island. Swimming, eating, sleeping. Just hiding from the world...for two whole weeks..before they were expected back for looping. Then just one week of that and he’d be done.

"Why is my ass vibrating?" Kiera asked as she stopped laughing.

"I don’t want to know." He giggled as she punched his shoulder.

Keira leaned into his lap as she jerked his pullover out from beneath her and tossed it to him.

"‘Your phone in there?" She asked.

"Oh yeah!" his eyes lit up as he reached inside the zippered pocket. "Ew..it’s all warm now from your arse." She pouted in reply and he smiled warmly at her. Keira was an amazing person-too bad; yet quite lucky for her she was not his type, he thought as he flipped open the phone.

The voice mail was hard to hear. He plugged his ear as Keira asked if he wanted to order dinner together or eat alone. It was Hannah, he’d heard that much. Then something muffled about Elijah...bad...Dom getting married...what the fuck? That can’t be right...and then: Elijah...so quiet...woecray? Oh wait...won’t cry...can you come?

"Shit." He muttered.

"Everything ok, Tiger?" Keira asked with genuine concern.

He smiled at her. She had insisted on calling him tiger since the first Pirates; due to his habit of growling from his gut when he cocked up his lines. Now, he loved her nickname as much as he loved her.

"I’ve gotta go back to LA." He leaned back into the seat, thumbing through his phone’s recent call list.

"When? Like, during the break?"

"Like now." He said, looking out the window. Of all the people he knew and loved, Elijah was the one he never worried about. Now it was all he could think of. Not wanting to call her back-he had a feeling Elijah didn’t know she’d called...he reopened his phone and sent her a text.

Three words-then home to pack.

"Be there tomorrow."

Now that he was here, he felt the worry and burden Hannah had been under.

"Mom called me when he wasn’t answering the phone. I’ve been here for 3 days, but he won’t talk to me...Christine just had surgery and Billy and Ali are on vacation...I’m sorry." she paused. "I didn’t know who else to call."

"Fuck, Hannah! Don’t be sorry, he’s as much my brother as yours and you know it." Orlando answered. "Just tell me exactly what’s going on."

"Fucking Dom..." She growled.

"Yes, yes..I got that part already." he smiled patiently.

"He’s getting married." She whispered through clenched teeth. "To Evangeline!"

"Evey?" Orlando gaped. "Fucking Hell."

 

 

"Fucking hell, Evey." Dom grunted as he struggled to hold her up and unlock his front door. "At least try to stand up for a second."

"I think I’m gonnabesick." She groaned.

"Not in my house you’re not." He said as she lurched forward. Spinning her to the left, he jumped back as she began to vomit into the bushes beyond the front step. The girl could really get some distance, he thought with an amused grin as she moaned and hurled again.

"Sorry Dommie." She said between gasps of air, then turned into his arms and wiping her moist face on his shirt, he felt her go limp in his arms.

"Christ." he muttered, throwing her shoes and handbag through the now open door beside him, he lifted her legs and weaving her head through the doorway, carried her into the house.

Dominic kicked the front door closed and without hesitation, carried Evey straight to the guest room and laid her on the bed. She was used to this bed, he reminded himself. They’d only ever had sex in this bed and oddly enough; she’d never asked him why. She groaned several non-words as he removed her stained shirt and shorts, then went silent into a more relaxed sleep as he pulled the covers over her almost nude form.

He stood for a moment, thinking about her body. The tight, tanned skin over flat, lean muscle. She was beautiful; she really was. He bent over her, kissing her forehead before leaving her to sleep off the tequila he’d warned her about earlier.

Dominic went downstairs into the kitchen. He was dehydrated from too much wine and knew he’d hurt in the morning for it. He gave the refrigerator door a tug and peered inside.

Fuck.

Only one Gatorade left. Grabbing it and a bottle of water, he nudged the door closed with his hip. Evey would need it more than he would, he thought as he opened the water instead, taking a long slow drink. She’d thrown up quite a lot out there and oh for fuck’s sake: she’d wiped her mouth on his shirt, he realized as the odor hit him.

He finished his water and grabbed the bottle of Tylenol from the cabinet before locking the front door and heading back upstairs.

Evangeline was snoring softly as he set the bottle beside her bed, carefully balancing two small pills on the cap. She murmured incoherently as she rolled over, flinging her arm over the side of the bed as he backed out the door and headed to his bedroom.

Dom pulled off his shirt, made the mistake of smelling it then tossed it into the corner with a scowl. Billy had given him that shirt; so he’d have to salvage it in the morning. Right now, all he wanted was a hot shower...and to be alone.

 

"Leave me alone." Elijah yelled towards the knock on his bedroom door. "Please, Hannah." his voice broke into short breaths. "Go home."

"You should know by now, I don’t have a home to go to." Orlando said as he entered.

The room was dark save for the bouncing and blinking of small red lights from the expansive stereo system mounted to the wall above the bed. The air was clouded and stale with cigarette smoke and he found Elijah as one red tip glowed and died again from the pillow area of the bed.

"Aw Christ, Hannah-fucking go HOME!" Elijah screamed into the darkness.

It took Orlando a moment to realize that Elijah was wearing headphones and he hadn’t even heard him speak a moment ago. Orlando stumbled and tripped through the clutter covering the floor until he reached the windows. Pulling a curtain aside, the soft glow of the morning sky beyond invaded the room as Elijah covered his eyes.

"What the..?" Elijah began.

Now that Orlando could see the piles of clothes, CDs, magazines and shoes he’d just waded through, he opted to jump the distance instead of making that trip again. Showing his typical cat like balance and grace, he hurdled his way towards the large bathroom he knew to be to his right. Flipping on the light, he pulled back the curtain and turned the shower on just as Elijah’s eyes had adjusted to the previous assault the window had made on them.

"Orli?" He asked as his friend walked towards him.

Orlando pulled the retro style headphones from his head and looking at him more closely now, he sighed.

"Take a shower and we’ll talk, Lij."

"I don’t need a showe..."

"Yes." Orlando said firm, but lovingly, "You do. Get in the shower."

 

 

As the hot spray of the shower beat against his shoulders, Dom took comfort in the cool tile against his face as he leaned into the wall in front of him. His mind felt tired and fuzzy and he hated it. He hated the way his mind felt unbalanced lately. Yoga didn’t help. He’d tried to journal again, but just couldn’t bring the words to the paper. Now they were all swimming in wine and he felt like his head would explode.

Deep inside he knew why he hadn’t been able to write; to let it all out. Because seeing it in writing would be too real. He’d have to read it back to himself and accept what a fucking wanker he’d become. To admit he’d lost himself somewhere and had been too much of a coward dig in his heels and hang on. To admit he’d let his selfish emotions guide him into this...this minefield of a relationship. To admit he’d handled it all wrong. To admit it....he’d hurt Elijah.

"Lijah." Just a soft whisper on his lips.

Once he let his mouth speak the name, Dom felt his mind clearing, but his heart sank like dead weight inside his chest. The image racing across the inside of his closed eyelids caught his breath in his throat. Blue eyes-blue hot as he’d called them, like the blue line inside of a flame.

"I can’t do this." he said aloud. Snapping his eyes open, he reached for the shampoo and mashing far too much into his hair, began to scrub harshly with long fingers. He was aware of the image of himself, naked and wet in the shower, trying frantically to scrape those eyes from his mind.

It was, of course, impossible and he let his head fall back into the shower stream, feeling the lather run over his shoulders, both into the curve of his spine and down his chest. He couldn’t stop his mind from visiting that place where he kept Elijah. He’d do what he always did. He knew it. He could feel his will following the milky white bubbles down the drain at his feet.

He sighed deeply and allowed everything that was Elijah to be brought back to the surface, just beneath the skin. It always started with the eyes. But Elijah’s eyes were only the beginning. A lightning-bright gateway to the emotional utopia that existed inside of him.

Dom felt himself grow hard as his thoughts of Elijah began to boil to the surface. He wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t just Elijah’s body that turned him on; it was everything. His explosive laughter, his sorely bitten nails; his boyish smile that had never grown up...and that voice...so well trained that Elijah could manage Dom out of his moodiness and make him laugh at the darkest of times, and yet melt and still make him come with just a whispered flush of words against his throat.

Dom leaned against sides of the shower, slowing beginning to stroke himself as the lather in his hand foamed and ran down the inside of his thigh. He lifted his free hand to grab the shower curtain rod above him and with a groan he surrendered his mind to the sweet places inside where he had try to confine Elijah. With ragged breath he continued, thrusting into his grip while images of Elijah tortured his mind...and lifted his heart. Tender memories of swollen lips with a peek of tongue. His soft grunts as he bucked against the slow deep rocking of Dom’s hips into him. Far more intoxicating was the imagine of Elijah’s sweat damp hair sticking beautifully to the sides of his face, feathered along etched cheekbones as he smiled peacefully at the ceiling.

"Fucking Brilliant." he grinned into Dom’s memory. "Loving you is the best fucking rush in the world, man."

With a cry, Dominic came in a blinding swirl of senses....the sound, the smell, the never forgotten feel of Elijah, mixed with the taste of wine still in his mouth as he moaned deeply, the foam of soap now mixing with hot, thick semen in his fist.

He knew he would do that, he thought with a measure of disgust...let his mind go there again. Let himself see and miss and love and feel Elijah again and now, like every other time he’d let himself go these past three months, he also knew what he would do next.

Dom rinsed his body, turned off the shower and dried himself as he walked into the bedroom, where he closed the door, crawled naked into his bed.... and let himself do that one last thing. Dominic rolled onto his stomach, closed his eyes and talked softly to Elijah until he feel asleep.

 

 

 

"I'd rather just sleep, thanks." Elijah muttered running a hand through his freshly washed hair and reaching for his cigarettes.

Orlando swiped them from his reach and tossed them to the other side of the room. "No." he said calmly.

"Orli, I appreciate this whole ‘Elijah needs me’ thing...but I don’t..."

"You’re right, you don’t need me, Elijah." Orlando replied. "But he’s not here."

Deep vivid pools of blue narrowed at him. "Thanks for stopping by, Orli. Now fuck off."

Orlando laughed a wicked laugh. "Oh no you don’t Elwood. It’s never worked that way before, it’s not going to work now. We’re all still in this and if you and Dom have cocked this up, it involves us all. Not only because we love you, but because we lie for you."

 

Elijah stared at the floor and said nothing. Orlando went to the bed and sat beside him pulling him into his side and kissing the top of his head. "Let’s just go get something to eat, Lij." His voice was soft and pleading; almost seductive as he played with Elijah’s hair and Elijah recognized it for what it was: Orlando was determined to get this way and always got his way if he wanted it bad enough.

Relenting, Elijah nodded. "Ok man." He sniffed. "Just coffee...I’m not hungry."

Orlando cocked an eyebrow at Elijah as he was sliding on a pair of worn black sneakers. Elijah had the appetite of a fraternity. This was bad.

They walked through the living room passed Hannah who stood beside one of the CD racks, organizing the "F" titles and avoiding eye contact with them.

"Orli and I are going out." Elijah muttered. "I’ll be back."

Following him out the door, Orlando turned back and whispered to her, "Open the windows, shove the shit on the floor into the closet...and for Christ’s sake-change his sheets."

Hannah nodded with a grin and as the back door slide closed, Hannah headed for the bedroom, dialing the phone as she walked.

The phone in her ear engaged and she smiled. "Hi Mom."

 

 

"I’m fine Mum, damn." Dominic mumbled into the phone. "Where is that clock I bought you?"

"What clock?"

"The Gray one, with the green numbers. The one I put in my old room, which has the time set to the current time in Hawaii." Dom said in a low voice. He needed some water, but knew better then to move at his point. He’d only slept an hour before his mother had called, not enough to feel better; barely enough to keep breathing.

"Oh that one. It’s in your room. Why? Do you need it?" She answered cheerfully.

"No." Dom growled. "I want you to use it. It’s 2:00 in the fucking morning, Mom."

"Dominic." His mother’s voice was soft, but had lowered to a near growl of her own, not unlike a wolf’s warning. "You don’t use that tone, or that language with me. You will call me back when you remember that...and then we’ll talk about why I just now found out my son is getting married."

Click.

"Fuck."