Um, Fic-sorta

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Well, I come bearing fic. I`m not exactly sure what this is but either way constructive criticism is greatly appreciated :D

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Title: Dreams and Memories      Author: Kytti
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Elijah Wood 
Rating: Soft R maybe,2 be safe, bad language and sexual undertones
Summary: Daydreaming was Dom's favourite hobby.
Feedback: Please..
Disclaimer: All made up whilst in the shower last nite, teehee 
Warnings: none, unless using the word "came" in a sexual manner offends you.. 
Notes: Please bear with me, this is my first Domlijah.Also, unbeta'd so abuse of the comma and a slightly confusing timeline. But I had to share this with you. :D The punishment will be worth it.

 

Daydreaming was fast becoming Dom's favourite hobby. His others, including yoga and masturbation, simply could not occupy his overactive mind. They could not settle it either. It was two months after the Wellington Premier of The Return of the King and he was bored. Bored stiff and bored out of his fucking mind. Rings had been such a huge part of his life that now, without it, he felt stripped bare as though he had lost all meaning,purpose and direction.

Why bother getting up in the morning? What was there for him out of the warm confines of his bed? Dom knew that he was overreacting, knew that he was sulking like a spoilt child who had been deprived of his favourite toy. He just couldn't shift his dark mood, and that was what forced him into fantasy. In his head Dom could be who he wanted to be, where he wanted to be and he could be with who he wanted without worries or fears. He loved it.

Naturally, Dom's fantasies led him back to New Zealand. Why not? New Zealand was quite possibly the most breathtakingly beautiful place on earth and it was also where he felt most at home. With the other cast members he could be who he wanted to be and no one judged him, they were his family and so they accepted him and they loved him. The bond created whilst filming Rings could never be broken, something happened there, something profound. These were people who had never met before the films and yet they had clicked as though they had known one another since birth. All the relationships were close but none more so than Dom's relationship with Elijah Wood.

Dom and Elijah had connected on day one. After a few moments of nervous tension they soon realised that they were very much alike. They shared a passion for music and good humour and a flare for the dramatic. They were inseparable from then on, only spending a decent amount of time apart when filming forced it, and that was not too often. This connected swiftly turned into an intense friendship but somewhere along the way the lines had gotten blurred.

Friendly hugs had turned into chaste kisses placed upon flushed cheeks and unshaven jaws. These kisses turned into butterfly touches upon lips trembling with the effect of too much alcohol. They denied their feelings for one another, maybe Elijah didn't feel that way about him but Dom knew that he had it bad for the boy. The full package, want, lust and need all coupled with a serious case of young love. Dom would never give away how much the little gestures meant to him, he would never let it show that his heart would beat twice as fast as usual when Elijah was around. He would never tell.

Elijah was not as innocent as he seemed, he wanted Dom, like nothing ever before and he would get him. Elijah knew what he was doing. Ok, so his methods weren't exactly subtle but surely getting the message across was the most important thing. People simply did not kiss their friends like that, not unless they were really drunk but when Elijah had consumed a bit too much alcohol his behaviour towards Dom was positively lewd. It was this behaviour that would create sinful images in Dom's mind in the time after the filming of Rings when he was parted from his fellow Hobbit.

One night the Fellowship had crowded into Orlando's beachside apartment for an evening of alcohol and entertainment. They had all taken to the partying like ducks to water and this sort of event was not a novelty. It was a comfort to Dom, that he could get absolutely wasted with his friends and do whatever his hormones urged him to and  none of his friends would question this, just taking it as a side branch of his exuberrant nature.

Dom had been sitting outside on the beach, plunging his hands into the sand repeatedly to feel the tiny little grains trickle from between his fingers slowly over and over again. He had looked up when he heard sounds from behind him and smiled as his eyes locked with a pair of blue orbs ringed with red from too little sleep and too much imported beer. The image of Elijah standing before him nervously shifting from foot to foot with his hands crammed into his pockets and a small smile upon his lips had filled Dom's wank bank for many months to come.

"Can I sit here?" The american queried nervously.

"`Course mate, pull up a pew." Dom had replied, patting the sand beside him. Truth be told Elijah's presence comforted Dom. He didn't say anymore, he simply plopped down beside Dom on the sand and laid his head on the Englishmen's shoulder. Elijah had taken his hand and wound his fingers in beside Dom's, the heat radiated between the intertwined digits like a forcefield, keeping them trapped together and everything else out. Dom had been suprised by this intimacy, kisses could be put down to over exuberance, an expressive nature but holding hands was surely a girl thing. A sign of intimacy normally shared with the person you were in a relationship with, not a drunken boy you considered to be your friend.

"Lij, you okay?" the older man's voice had wavered a little and the worry crept in.

"What? Oh, yeah, sure I am Dommie. I`m just enjoying this little moment, you know? It's so peaceful. New Zealand never ceases to amaze me with it's beauty. Shit, im babbling. Sorry. Dom, you listening mate?"

"Sure, just thinking."

"Dom..." Elijah had said as he lifted his head from the englishmans shoulder and stared deep into the others eyes. When Dom didn't answer Elijah had shifted so he was between his legs and put his hands on his friends knees.

Dom would run through these images in his head whilst in bed back in London and mimick the actions with his own hands. He would think of the way he had seen a fire behind Elijah's eyes as the American sat between his legs and how he had known, in that instant, that Elijah felt the same about him and his felt about Elijah. His hand would slowly slip up his leg and into his trousers as he stroked himself to the images blossoming in his head.

"Dom..." The query was repeated and Elijah had received a mumbled response. The younger man had shuffled closer in between Dom's legs, simultaneously sliding his hands up the Mancunians thighs. Dom held his eyes shut and swallowed deeply, willing his body not to react to Elijah's proximity and the feel of those small hands on his thighs.

"Lija, I..." Dom started, but was shut off by the feeling of soft hesitant lips placed on the corner of his mouth with all the pressure of a flower in the wind. He had felt bitten and abused nails coming up to trace over his cheekbone and rake through his hair and he had shuddered, Elijah's mouth still upon his own. He shifted a little and forced his hands up to cup Elijah's face and he felt the heat radiated off him in waves.

Suddenly, the warm mouth was removed from his own and was placing tiny little kisses along his jaw as Dom's hands ran down the others back until they reached the hem of a t-shirt and a hand was gently placed underneath on the hot flesh of Elijah's back. He heard a gasp at the touch and then a warm mouth was upon his with much more certainty and Dom could taste the beer and the cigarettes that Elijah chain smoked. This time there was a reaction from the englishmen and he leaned forward, placing a little pressure and moving numb lips slowly across the others. He had felt his heart beating like a wild stallion and he could sense Elijah was reacting in much the same way.

Moments passed, minutes, hours, days. Dom didn't know and he most certainly didn't care, but there it was, a tongue pressed against his lips, silently seeking entrance. With a slackened jaw and a sucked in breath the warm muscle was granted access.

When Dom was lonely he liked to lie in bed and reminisce about the way that Elijah had gripped his hair between small hands and pushed him back on the sand, completely in control and obviously loving it. When Dom was horny he liked to stand in the shower and stoke himself to the memories about all the times that Elijah would draw Dom's tongue into his mouth and suck on it in a blatant promise of what was to come. But times like now, when Dom was so far gone in his fantasy world of sex, sand and Elijah he liked to think about the way that Elijah's tongue had casually slipped out of his mouth and found a better use by muttering four perfect, beautiful words into Dom's ear.

"I love you, Dom."

He had said it that day and many others besides. Dom always had loved to think about the ways that Elijah had told him of his love for him. But his favourite thought was one where he had rocked inside of Elijah's warm passage and gazed into those stunning eyes as the younger man had bitten his eyelobe with small teeth before pulling back to whisper those words in a small, sinful voice. In his minds eye Dom would see the love, trust and the promise that radiated from Elijah's every pore.

With that thought, back in London, Dom closed his eyes, saw stars and came hard.