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Peel
Title: Peel
Part(s): 1
Pairings: Monaboyd/Elijah
Rating: R
Warnings:
Disclaimers: I don't know them and I'm not affiliated with them.
Feedback: I love feedback of all kinds.
Elijah toed off his worn sneakers and slumped against the wall to tug at his socks, reveling in the delicious tickle of cool air on his toes.
“Dom? Dom, are you here?”
Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Through the haze of jet-lag, it occurred to Elijah that he was a day early. He just wasn't very good at the details. His failure to call Dom had resulted in a less that optimal welcome. Oh well, at least he had a key. Billy would be arriving in a few hours and Dom was sure to be out and about and then on his way to the airport.
Elijah wandered the little house, depositing his bag in an empty room and then moving down the hall, looking and snooping. It was the view from Dom's bedroom window that caught his eye and the papa-san chair beckoned to him. No one was here so what could it hurt? Dom wouldn't mind.
Elijah curled into the chair, facing the window. There was a breeze, that he could almost taste, blowing through the palms and before long he'd decided that the window just had to be open. The sound of the waves was hypnotic and the cool, salt air chilled him. Pulling the afghan from the back of the chair, he draped it around his shoulders and over his body, cocooning himself.
Drifting in and out of lazy daydreams, he missed the darkening sky and the scent of rain on the air. He missed the wind picking up and whipping the gray water into a frothing frenzy. He missed the setting of the sun and the coming storm. When the power went out, he didn't know; his sleep was deep and sound.
A muffled thump and the flickering light of a candle is what wakes him. He's buried in his covers, muzzy with sleep and more than a little confused about his where-abouts. And then it hits him. He's been asleep in Dom's bedroom and the room is no longer empty. Judging by the breathy sighs and the tell-tale creak of bedsprings, he's definitely not alone.
“Billy, come on. Don't be a tease.”
“Why Dom, are you suggesting that I don't keep my promises?”
“No. It's just. Please. It's been so long. Hurry.”
“No need to rush, love. We have all night. No distractions. The power is out and you're helpless here. No one to save you from the big bad wolf, Dominic.”
“Who says I want to be saved? You going to eat me, Bill?”
“I'll huff and I'll puff?”
And then the voices fall silent and there is only the obscenely wet sound of something that Elijah is quite certain that he doesn't want to see. Then again, perhaps he does. It wouldn't be right though, would it? It'd be like spying; he'd be a voyeur. It's almost painful, the slowness, as he carefully turns on his side, frightened of making a noise, wary of being discovered. He's gone too far now and there's nothing to be done but to wait this out. He should have spoken up immediately. He should have told them that he was here and then excused himself, but now he's stuck.
The edge of the blanket is pushed back from his face and then he can see them, in all their disarrayed glory: Dom on his back, stretched full length on the bed, naked as the day he was born, every angle and curve of his body highlighted by the flickering of the candle on the bedside table and Billy still dressed, on hands and knees. What Billy is doing with his mouth sends a jolt through Elijah's belly and straight to his groin. Bill's mouth is working its way down Dom's stomach and across the jutting arc of his pelvis, tongue laving and lips nibbling.
“God Bill, didn't I ask you not to tease? Please. Hurry. I can't wait.”
“You can and you will. Just, trust me, Dom.”
Billy is rising, kneeling over Dom's thighs and hips and then tugging him up to lean against the headboard.
“Give me your hands Dom.”
Pressing a kiss to the palm of one hand and the knuckles of the other, Billy moves Dom's hands to the top of the headboard, covering and pressing long fingers around hard wood.
“Hold on there. Don't you dare let go.”
“But what are you...”
“Hush. Close your eyes.”
Dom's eyes slide shut and his breathing slows as Billy's hands stroke down the arcs of his raised arms and then his sides.
Elijah's eyes widen when Billy reaches over to take the candle in hand. The ache in his belly is soothed only slightly by the flat of his palm against the fly of his jeans.
“Take a breath Dom. Don't let go.”
And then the candle is tipped and hot, red wax is dripping onto Dom's stomach, the muscles twitching and jumping as he cries out harshly.
“Fuck Billy! What the hell are you playing at?”
“Dom, just breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. Just, don't let go of the headboard, yeah? Keep your eyes closed for me.”
Elijah can see the confusion etched on Dom's face, the furrowed brow and hard set of his jaw. He sees it soften when Billy leans in carefully, to kiss away the frown.
“I'm going to do it again, Dom. Do you want me to stop?”
“No. No, I'm ok. It's just, you surprised me, is all. Go on. Please.”
With a little twist of his hips, Billy grinds down into Dom's lap and then tips the candle again, this time coating Dom's nipple and provoking a whimper.
“God, you look amazing. All smooth skin and tense muscles. I've missed you, Dom.”
“I've missed you too, Billy. God, what are you doing to me?”
The candle drips across his shoulder and down his chest and this time he doesn't jump.
When the wax hits his other nipple, Dom bucks, searching for friction and contact and Billy gives it to him.
“So fucking sexy. You look good in red, Dom.”
Red wax spatters onto lower belly and cock and the hissing, hitching breath makes Elijah sure that Dom is in pain, but the soft set returns to Dom's open mouth and and his hands stay in place, knuckles white and wrists flexed.
Murmured curses are all that Dom seems to be able to manage and Elijah is mesmerized by the play of light on shifting muscle and tendon drawn tight.
Billy is transfixed as well, his eyes intent, his hands sure as they scribe a waxy latticework in lurid red across Dom's skin.
“Dommie. Look at me.”
Dom's eyes, when they open, are the color of the storm-thrashed ocean, not 100 feet distant: blue and gray and sparking like lightning. They go wide as he sees his chest and thighs and wider still as he catches a sliver of himself in the shadowed mirror against the wall, behind Billy.
“Will. Will it come off?”
It's said in a strangled whisper that ghosts over Billy's lips, just out of reach.
In answer Billy simply kisses him and then proceeds to work his way down Dom's body, his lips and tongue teasing as they work to lift and peel the wax from shoulder and chest, belly and thigh.
By the time Billy has latched onto a breathless Dom's nipple, Elijah is breathless as well, struggling to stay silent and still. By the time Billy has worked his way to Dom's cock, Elijah is coming, mouth full of blanket, teeth clenched but eyes open wide. By the time Billy swallows Elijah is wondering how Dom lasted as long as did.
“That was amazing, Bills. How'd I miss the fact that you're a kinky fucker?”
“I don't know, Dom. I always thought that it was obvious.”
As it's said, Billy takes Dom's hands from their appointed position and sucks one long finger into his mouth with a grin. The kiss they share seems to go on forever before Dom wrestles Billy onto his back and starts to tug at denim and cotton.
“Your turn.”
“Hey Dom, can we just sleep? I know that I said we had all night but I think that the long flight is starting to catch up to me. In the morning, yeah? I just want to hold you now.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“I have all morning to let you ravish me. You'd best do it properly or I might spank you.”
“You wouldn't.”
“Are you trying to find out, Dom?”
“Perhaps.”
“Well, we'll see in the morning then, won't we? Elijah won't be in until afternoon you said?”
“Yeah, that's what I said.”
Dom leans to blow out the candle and Elijah can hear them shifting and the rustle of sheets and blankets. Shadow-Dom must kiss shadow-Billy because Elijah can hear the quiet, wet slide of tongue and lip and then all is silent.
The minutes feel like hours and what must have been an hour feels like eternity. Elijah almost succumbs to sleep and fights the urge with the knowledge that he definitely doesn't want to be in this chair, come morning.
When all he can hear is the rush of the ocean outside and the slow drip of water from the eaves, he makes his move. Surely they're asleep. Billy is face-down, one arm slung across Dom's chest, and his knee drawn up over Dom's thighs. Dom, as always, is on his back, face relaxed and open, arms flung up over his head and eyes.
It's only 15 feet but it feels like miles and Elijah is creeping slowly, so slowly, through the mine-field of shoes and clothing, books and CD's. A quick glance confirms that the happy couple are still sleeping and he's almost there. The door is open and with a relieved sigh he slips through and pulls it almost closed behind him.
With a last glance through the crack, he startles at Dom's gravely whisper.
“G'night Elijah.”
Part(s): 1
Pairings: Monaboyd/Elijah
Rating: R
Warnings:
Disclaimers: I don't know them and I'm not affiliated with them.
Feedback: I love feedback of all kinds.
Elijah toed off his worn sneakers and slumped against the wall to tug at his socks, reveling in the delicious tickle of cool air on his toes.
“Dom? Dom, are you here?”
Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Through the haze of jet-lag, it occurred to Elijah that he was a day early. He just wasn't very good at the details. His failure to call Dom had resulted in a less that optimal welcome. Oh well, at least he had a key. Billy would be arriving in a few hours and Dom was sure to be out and about and then on his way to the airport.
Elijah wandered the little house, depositing his bag in an empty room and then moving down the hall, looking and snooping. It was the view from Dom's bedroom window that caught his eye and the papa-san chair beckoned to him. No one was here so what could it hurt? Dom wouldn't mind.
Elijah curled into the chair, facing the window. There was a breeze, that he could almost taste, blowing through the palms and before long he'd decided that the window just had to be open. The sound of the waves was hypnotic and the cool, salt air chilled him. Pulling the afghan from the back of the chair, he draped it around his shoulders and over his body, cocooning himself.
Drifting in and out of lazy daydreams, he missed the darkening sky and the scent of rain on the air. He missed the wind picking up and whipping the gray water into a frothing frenzy. He missed the setting of the sun and the coming storm. When the power went out, he didn't know; his sleep was deep and sound.
A muffled thump and the flickering light of a candle is what wakes him. He's buried in his covers, muzzy with sleep and more than a little confused about his where-abouts. And then it hits him. He's been asleep in Dom's bedroom and the room is no longer empty. Judging by the breathy sighs and the tell-tale creak of bedsprings, he's definitely not alone.
“Billy, come on. Don't be a tease.”
“Why Dom, are you suggesting that I don't keep my promises?”
“No. It's just. Please. It's been so long. Hurry.”
“No need to rush, love. We have all night. No distractions. The power is out and you're helpless here. No one to save you from the big bad wolf, Dominic.”
“Who says I want to be saved? You going to eat me, Bill?”
“I'll huff and I'll puff?”
And then the voices fall silent and there is only the obscenely wet sound of something that Elijah is quite certain that he doesn't want to see. Then again, perhaps he does. It wouldn't be right though, would it? It'd be like spying; he'd be a voyeur. It's almost painful, the slowness, as he carefully turns on his side, frightened of making a noise, wary of being discovered. He's gone too far now and there's nothing to be done but to wait this out. He should have spoken up immediately. He should have told them that he was here and then excused himself, but now he's stuck.
The edge of the blanket is pushed back from his face and then he can see them, in all their disarrayed glory: Dom on his back, stretched full length on the bed, naked as the day he was born, every angle and curve of his body highlighted by the flickering of the candle on the bedside table and Billy still dressed, on hands and knees. What Billy is doing with his mouth sends a jolt through Elijah's belly and straight to his groin. Bill's mouth is working its way down Dom's stomach and across the jutting arc of his pelvis, tongue laving and lips nibbling.
“God Bill, didn't I ask you not to tease? Please. Hurry. I can't wait.”
“You can and you will. Just, trust me, Dom.”
Billy is rising, kneeling over Dom's thighs and hips and then tugging him up to lean against the headboard.
“Give me your hands Dom.”
Pressing a kiss to the palm of one hand and the knuckles of the other, Billy moves Dom's hands to the top of the headboard, covering and pressing long fingers around hard wood.
“Hold on there. Don't you dare let go.”
“But what are you...”
“Hush. Close your eyes.”
Dom's eyes slide shut and his breathing slows as Billy's hands stroke down the arcs of his raised arms and then his sides.
Elijah's eyes widen when Billy reaches over to take the candle in hand. The ache in his belly is soothed only slightly by the flat of his palm against the fly of his jeans.
“Take a breath Dom. Don't let go.”
And then the candle is tipped and hot, red wax is dripping onto Dom's stomach, the muscles twitching and jumping as he cries out harshly.
“Fuck Billy! What the hell are you playing at?”
“Dom, just breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. Just, don't let go of the headboard, yeah? Keep your eyes closed for me.”
Elijah can see the confusion etched on Dom's face, the furrowed brow and hard set of his jaw. He sees it soften when Billy leans in carefully, to kiss away the frown.
“I'm going to do it again, Dom. Do you want me to stop?”
“No. No, I'm ok. It's just, you surprised me, is all. Go on. Please.”
With a little twist of his hips, Billy grinds down into Dom's lap and then tips the candle again, this time coating Dom's nipple and provoking a whimper.
“God, you look amazing. All smooth skin and tense muscles. I've missed you, Dom.”
“I've missed you too, Billy. God, what are you doing to me?”
The candle drips across his shoulder and down his chest and this time he doesn't jump.
When the wax hits his other nipple, Dom bucks, searching for friction and contact and Billy gives it to him.
“So fucking sexy. You look good in red, Dom.”
Red wax spatters onto lower belly and cock and the hissing, hitching breath makes Elijah sure that Dom is in pain, but the soft set returns to Dom's open mouth and and his hands stay in place, knuckles white and wrists flexed.
Murmured curses are all that Dom seems to be able to manage and Elijah is mesmerized by the play of light on shifting muscle and tendon drawn tight.
Billy is transfixed as well, his eyes intent, his hands sure as they scribe a waxy latticework in lurid red across Dom's skin.
“Dommie. Look at me.”
Dom's eyes, when they open, are the color of the storm-thrashed ocean, not 100 feet distant: blue and gray and sparking like lightning. They go wide as he sees his chest and thighs and wider still as he catches a sliver of himself in the shadowed mirror against the wall, behind Billy.
“Will. Will it come off?”
It's said in a strangled whisper that ghosts over Billy's lips, just out of reach.
In answer Billy simply kisses him and then proceeds to work his way down Dom's body, his lips and tongue teasing as they work to lift and peel the wax from shoulder and chest, belly and thigh.
By the time Billy has latched onto a breathless Dom's nipple, Elijah is breathless as well, struggling to stay silent and still. By the time Billy has worked his way to Dom's cock, Elijah is coming, mouth full of blanket, teeth clenched but eyes open wide. By the time Billy swallows Elijah is wondering how Dom lasted as long as did.
“That was amazing, Bills. How'd I miss the fact that you're a kinky fucker?”
“I don't know, Dom. I always thought that it was obvious.”
As it's said, Billy takes Dom's hands from their appointed position and sucks one long finger into his mouth with a grin. The kiss they share seems to go on forever before Dom wrestles Billy onto his back and starts to tug at denim and cotton.
“Your turn.”
“Hey Dom, can we just sleep? I know that I said we had all night but I think that the long flight is starting to catch up to me. In the morning, yeah? I just want to hold you now.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“I have all morning to let you ravish me. You'd best do it properly or I might spank you.”
“You wouldn't.”
“Are you trying to find out, Dom?”
“Perhaps.”
“Well, we'll see in the morning then, won't we? Elijah won't be in until afternoon you said?”
“Yeah, that's what I said.”
Dom leans to blow out the candle and Elijah can hear them shifting and the rustle of sheets and blankets. Shadow-Dom must kiss shadow-Billy because Elijah can hear the quiet, wet slide of tongue and lip and then all is silent.
The minutes feel like hours and what must have been an hour feels like eternity. Elijah almost succumbs to sleep and fights the urge with the knowledge that he definitely doesn't want to be in this chair, come morning.
When all he can hear is the rush of the ocean outside and the slow drip of water from the eaves, he makes his move. Surely they're asleep. Billy is face-down, one arm slung across Dom's chest, and his knee drawn up over Dom's thighs. Dom, as always, is on his back, face relaxed and open, arms flung up over his head and eyes.
It's only 15 feet but it feels like miles and Elijah is creeping slowly, so slowly, through the mine-field of shoes and clothing, books and CD's. A quick glance confirms that the happy couple are still sleeping and he's almost there. The door is open and with a relieved sigh he slips through and pulls it almost closed behind him.
With a last glance through the crack, he startles at Dom's gravely whisper.
“G'night Elijah.”
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mmm lovely sex, too. inventive sod, isn't he? billy....
and dom's gravelly whisper. dom, in general. mmmmdommmmm...
thank you.
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