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Title : Lie back 1/?
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Pairing: Elijah/Dom, Orlando, Billy
Fandom : LOTR RPS
Rating: R may be NC17 in places
Disclaimer: Lies all of it
Summary: Dominic lies back and thinks of England. Not for those who love the Elijah/Dom pairing. Thanks go toaelane my wonderful beta andmysteriousaliwz my faithful spelling pixie, beta and twin in all things smutty and slashy. Extra special thanks goes to honeymufins who introduced me to the heady delights of LOTR RPS. I may never be the same again.
The five cracks in Elijah's ceiling were getting longer. Dom thought they might even need to be replastered. He knew a plasterer that he could recommend to Elijah. Only now wasn't a good time. Not when Elijah was lying on top of him, not when Elijah was thrusting deep within him, not when every heaving sigh and groan told Dom that Elijah was having a great time. Pity the feeling wasn't mutual.
Elijah hadn't noticed Dom's preoccupation with the ceiling but then Dom hadn't really expected anything else.
If someone had told Dom three moths ago that sex with Elijah would loose its appeal Dom would have laughed in their face. Elijah, lithe sensual Elijah who only had to look at him with those innocent and yet predatory eyes to make him hard. Elijah who'd seduced him with a half-filled jar of cocktail cherries.
It had been late one night when Elijah had been crashing at Dom's house and they'd both got the munchies in the middle of the night only to find the cupboard bare. The cocktail cherries had been lurking at the very back of the cupboard; silvered with a small cap of dust the cherries were luminous in the half-light. The mystery of their presence heightened their appeal. "Billy," Dom had said "must be Billy" The mental image this provoked of their mate downing his pint with a cherry charmingly bedecking the rim, set off the giggles and once started they couldn't stop, leaning into each other for support as they struggled to compose themselves, shushing their lips noisily in an effort not to wake their fellow hobbit.
Dom had found some cocktail sticks "The mystery deepens" and they'd tried to spear them. The buggers had refused to be caught though, even Elijah's normally deft fingers, couldn't persuade them out, his co-ordination addled as it was by one too many beers. So Elijah had dipped his fingers in, triumphantly raising the fruit to his lips. "Eugh, sticky" said Dom watching Elijah bite into the cherry with sharp precision. "Sticky's good" said Elijah, turning knowing, half lidded eyes up to meet Dom's. Then he'd proffered one, reaching up to place it in Dom's mouth, fingers brushing with a charming hesitancy against Dom's lips.
That had been all it took.
At first Dom had been entranced by Elijah's cat- like grace, his fluidity of movement by the soft purring sounds he could induce by the merest of touches. But cats he'd discovered were lazy. Sure Elijah worked like a Trojan on set, however when it came to relaxation time Elijah took the word to its limits. He liked to be pampered, to luxuriate in the slow stroke of worshipful fingers, to recline indolently whilst Dom would devoutly lick and kiss and nibble every inch of Elijah's body in a way that was attentive and loving and entirely un-reciprocated.
Dom appreciated that Elijah worked harder than any of them. He didn't begrudge Elijah his pleasure, truly loved to pander to Elijah's whims but just now and again he'd have liked to have some attention lavished on him. Dom had bad days sometimes, wanted nothing more than a bit of a massage to perk him up. Somehow, though it was always Dom who put the effort into their relationship.
Thinking that maybe they just needed a little more spice in their sex life Dom had persuaded Elijah to try some different positions, up against the wall, on the counter, even once down at the beach on a secluded dune - to no avail. This was the fourth time they'd tried it this way. The first time had been interesting because there had been the expected pain, the second time it was a bit of a novelty, the third time he was getting used to the disappointment, now he was just plain bored.
He felt like the archetypal housewife staring at the ceiling and thinking of England. So he thought of England. Of home. Of Manchester shrouded in drizzly, northern mist the urban landscape sliding across his retina like the view from a car. He reached up a hand to wipe the condensation from his minds eye. Finding instead of England... Scotland. Bleaker moors panning into heather clad foothills and mountains that spanned the horizon intruding on his vision. But the real intruder wasn't the mountains but the man they evoked for all he was a native Glaswegian.
Billy. Whispering again. His voice as seductive as caramel rippling through vanilla ice cream."Dom"
He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, which in retrospect wasn't the best idea because now Billy's eyes appeared lusty and overbright.
"Dom" he said conversationally "If it was me you wouldn't be staring at the ceiling. No Dom" he loved the way Billy liked to repeat his name "if it was me you wouldn't be capable of focusing. Stars are what you'd see Dom. Stars."
He shook his head in an attempt to dislodge the stray thought. Stray - yes, random - no. Seemed like lately the running dispute with the Billy in his head was all he had to occupy him. Elijah didn't even notice the movement.
"Hasn't found it, has he Dom?"
"What?"
"That spot, the one on your neck"
Billy knew where it was, that one-inch square swatch of skin at the back of his neck, that craved the graze of skin over skin far more than his lips craved kisses.
It had been several months ago now so Dom really wasn't sure why he remembered it because helpfully adjusting your mate's collar when the label was sticking out was hardly memorable stuff. A brief flutter of fingers there and Dom had skittered away from him as if stung. "Ticklish are we?" Billy had laughed and Dom had groaned because admitting you were ticklish to Mr Billy Boyd was like admitting you might possibly believe in God to a Jehovah's witness. It was an open invitation, yes come torture me with feathers, blades of grass, fingers…and Billy had and Billy did, and every time it had happened Dom felt the illicit shiver down his spine like condensation inching its way down a frosted glass.
There was a groan from Elijah and Dom concentrated on it. He had once loved Elijah's voice, the easy American drawl of it that would mutate into soft mewling sounds of entreaty or quick little rasps of breath depending on how the mood took him. Yes Elijah's noises, good noises, excellent noises.
"Dom"
"Bugger off Billy, and take your bloody voice with you" The voice that made Dom think of animal fur rubbed up the wrong way, thick and heavy, always deeper when he wanted something. Always got what he wanted with a voice like that. He didn't need to ask the feet girls twice for a glass of water or another tissue.
Billy carried on regardless "You know I love Lij but he hasn't got what it takes.."
Perhaps if he made more of an effort Billy would give up his ghost and he'd be left in peace. He sent his hands skimming down Elijah's back to push down into the hollow just before his arse. There was a reciprocal groan.
"He hasn't got what it takes to make you writhe. Want to see you writhe Dom."
He could writhe; see wasn't he doing it now ? Dom's sudden snaking movement slid Elijah further home and something clicked, or more like exploded and he felt a delicious surge of triumph that enhanced the sparks zigzagging through his blood stream "See I can do writhing, I can do spots in front of my eyes" But it was short lived because the more Dom writhed beneath him the more Elijah lost his rhythm "Fuck Dom" he said and it sounded like a complaint and not the "Fuck Dom" he wanted to be growled on superheated breath into his ear.
So he stilled again and Elijah picked up the rhythm again and Billy continued to whisper again. The words tumbling in hot syllables formed spirals and helixes that corkscrewed through his veins. They were sighed like a song and like a song they stirred him, made his flesh flush, his heart stammer, his hands ache for something more substantial than Elijah's buttocks twitching beneath his hands.
It was Billy's words that were pounding him like a pestle into a mortar, grinding his flesh reducing him to pulp. Not Elijah. He wasn't fighting Billy's voice anymore but still there was a vestige of resistance. " Let it happen Dom" said Billy "just let it happen" it was encouragement the kind that the Scotsman gave him every day of the week.
"Billy" It was a last plea and it started out of his head and onto his tongue and he bit down on it hard tasting the blood as well as the guilt. His heart had dipped then but Elijah hadn't noticed hadn't slowed his beat
"Dom" and in the end that was all Billy had to say, his name, no more and he was coming, hard and fast and spinning Elijah down with him. Elijah curling, as he always did in that final moment, like a fern frond in the frost, curving around him in a way that was all Elijah vulnerable and open and he couldn't help but reciprocate to draw him into a tender embrace and stroke his hair."
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owl_at_the_moonPairing: Elijah/Dom, Orlando, Billy
Fandom : LOTR RPS
Rating: R may be NC17 in places
Disclaimer: Lies all of it
Summary: Dominic lies back and thinks of England. Not for those who love the Elijah/Dom pairing. Thanks go to
aelane my wonderful beta andmysteriousaliwz my faithful spelling pixie, beta and twin in all things smutty and slashy. Extra special thanks goes to honeymufins who introduced me to the heady delights of LOTR RPS. I may never be the same again.The five cracks in Elijah's ceiling were getting longer. Dom thought they might even need to be replastered. He knew a plasterer that he could recommend to Elijah. Only now wasn't a good time. Not when Elijah was lying on top of him, not when Elijah was thrusting deep within him, not when every heaving sigh and groan told Dom that Elijah was having a great time. Pity the feeling wasn't mutual.
Elijah hadn't noticed Dom's preoccupation with the ceiling but then Dom hadn't really expected anything else.
If someone had told Dom three moths ago that sex with Elijah would loose its appeal Dom would have laughed in their face. Elijah, lithe sensual Elijah who only had to look at him with those innocent and yet predatory eyes to make him hard. Elijah who'd seduced him with a half-filled jar of cocktail cherries.
It had been late one night when Elijah had been crashing at Dom's house and they'd both got the munchies in the middle of the night only to find the cupboard bare. The cocktail cherries had been lurking at the very back of the cupboard; silvered with a small cap of dust the cherries were luminous in the half-light. The mystery of their presence heightened their appeal. "Billy," Dom had said "must be Billy" The mental image this provoked of their mate downing his pint with a cherry charmingly bedecking the rim, set off the giggles and once started they couldn't stop, leaning into each other for support as they struggled to compose themselves, shushing their lips noisily in an effort not to wake their fellow hobbit.
Dom had found some cocktail sticks "The mystery deepens" and they'd tried to spear them. The buggers had refused to be caught though, even Elijah's normally deft fingers, couldn't persuade them out, his co-ordination addled as it was by one too many beers. So Elijah had dipped his fingers in, triumphantly raising the fruit to his lips. "Eugh, sticky" said Dom watching Elijah bite into the cherry with sharp precision. "Sticky's good" said Elijah, turning knowing, half lidded eyes up to meet Dom's. Then he'd proffered one, reaching up to place it in Dom's mouth, fingers brushing with a charming hesitancy against Dom's lips.
That had been all it took.
At first Dom had been entranced by Elijah's cat- like grace, his fluidity of movement by the soft purring sounds he could induce by the merest of touches. But cats he'd discovered were lazy. Sure Elijah worked like a Trojan on set, however when it came to relaxation time Elijah took the word to its limits. He liked to be pampered, to luxuriate in the slow stroke of worshipful fingers, to recline indolently whilst Dom would devoutly lick and kiss and nibble every inch of Elijah's body in a way that was attentive and loving and entirely un-reciprocated.
Dom appreciated that Elijah worked harder than any of them. He didn't begrudge Elijah his pleasure, truly loved to pander to Elijah's whims but just now and again he'd have liked to have some attention lavished on him. Dom had bad days sometimes, wanted nothing more than a bit of a massage to perk him up. Somehow, though it was always Dom who put the effort into their relationship.
Thinking that maybe they just needed a little more spice in their sex life Dom had persuaded Elijah to try some different positions, up against the wall, on the counter, even once down at the beach on a secluded dune - to no avail. This was the fourth time they'd tried it this way. The first time had been interesting because there had been the expected pain, the second time it was a bit of a novelty, the third time he was getting used to the disappointment, now he was just plain bored.
He felt like the archetypal housewife staring at the ceiling and thinking of England. So he thought of England. Of home. Of Manchester shrouded in drizzly, northern mist the urban landscape sliding across his retina like the view from a car. He reached up a hand to wipe the condensation from his minds eye. Finding instead of England... Scotland. Bleaker moors panning into heather clad foothills and mountains that spanned the horizon intruding on his vision. But the real intruder wasn't the mountains but the man they evoked for all he was a native Glaswegian.
Billy. Whispering again. His voice as seductive as caramel rippling through vanilla ice cream."Dom"
He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, which in retrospect wasn't the best idea because now Billy's eyes appeared lusty and overbright.
"Dom" he said conversationally "If it was me you wouldn't be staring at the ceiling. No Dom" he loved the way Billy liked to repeat his name "if it was me you wouldn't be capable of focusing. Stars are what you'd see Dom. Stars."
He shook his head in an attempt to dislodge the stray thought. Stray - yes, random - no. Seemed like lately the running dispute with the Billy in his head was all he had to occupy him. Elijah didn't even notice the movement.
"Hasn't found it, has he Dom?"
"What?"
"That spot, the one on your neck"
Billy knew where it was, that one-inch square swatch of skin at the back of his neck, that craved the graze of skin over skin far more than his lips craved kisses.
It had been several months ago now so Dom really wasn't sure why he remembered it because helpfully adjusting your mate's collar when the label was sticking out was hardly memorable stuff. A brief flutter of fingers there and Dom had skittered away from him as if stung. "Ticklish are we?" Billy had laughed and Dom had groaned because admitting you were ticklish to Mr Billy Boyd was like admitting you might possibly believe in God to a Jehovah's witness. It was an open invitation, yes come torture me with feathers, blades of grass, fingers…and Billy had and Billy did, and every time it had happened Dom felt the illicit shiver down his spine like condensation inching its way down a frosted glass.
There was a groan from Elijah and Dom concentrated on it. He had once loved Elijah's voice, the easy American drawl of it that would mutate into soft mewling sounds of entreaty or quick little rasps of breath depending on how the mood took him. Yes Elijah's noises, good noises, excellent noises.
"Dom"
"Bugger off Billy, and take your bloody voice with you" The voice that made Dom think of animal fur rubbed up the wrong way, thick and heavy, always deeper when he wanted something. Always got what he wanted with a voice like that. He didn't need to ask the feet girls twice for a glass of water or another tissue.
Billy carried on regardless "You know I love Lij but he hasn't got what it takes.."
Perhaps if he made more of an effort Billy would give up his ghost and he'd be left in peace. He sent his hands skimming down Elijah's back to push down into the hollow just before his arse. There was a reciprocal groan.
"He hasn't got what it takes to make you writhe. Want to see you writhe Dom."
He could writhe; see wasn't he doing it now ? Dom's sudden snaking movement slid Elijah further home and something clicked, or more like exploded and he felt a delicious surge of triumph that enhanced the sparks zigzagging through his blood stream "See I can do writhing, I can do spots in front of my eyes" But it was short lived because the more Dom writhed beneath him the more Elijah lost his rhythm "Fuck Dom" he said and it sounded like a complaint and not the "Fuck Dom" he wanted to be growled on superheated breath into his ear.
So he stilled again and Elijah picked up the rhythm again and Billy continued to whisper again. The words tumbling in hot syllables formed spirals and helixes that corkscrewed through his veins. They were sighed like a song and like a song they stirred him, made his flesh flush, his heart stammer, his hands ache for something more substantial than Elijah's buttocks twitching beneath his hands.
It was Billy's words that were pounding him like a pestle into a mortar, grinding his flesh reducing him to pulp. Not Elijah. He wasn't fighting Billy's voice anymore but still there was a vestige of resistance. " Let it happen Dom" said Billy "just let it happen" it was encouragement the kind that the Scotsman gave him every day of the week.
"Billy" It was a last plea and it started out of his head and onto his tongue and he bit down on it hard tasting the blood as well as the guilt. His heart had dipped then but Elijah hadn't noticed hadn't slowed his beat
"Dom" and in the end that was all Billy had to say, his name, no more and he was coming, hard and fast and spinning Elijah down with him. Elijah curling, as he always did in that final moment, like a fern frond in the frost, curving around him in a way that was all Elijah vulnerable and open and he couldn't help but reciprocate to draw him into a tender embrace and stroke his hair."
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How it starts with Dom's vision and not his explanation. Great visual.
This line: "Elijah who'd seduced him with a half-filled jar of cocktail cherries." A cute, original little back-story.
Aww, and the little back of the neck thing. Adorable. "Billy had laughed and Dom had groaned because admitting you were ticklish to Mr Billy Boyd was like admitting you might possibly believe in God to a Jehovah's witness." Bwahaha! Yes.
Want to see Billy make Dom writhe. :|
Ooh, good line: "They were sighed like a song and like a song they stirred him, made his flesh flush, his heart stammer, his hands ache for something more substantial than Elijah's buttocks twitching beneath his hands."
"...like a pestle into a mortar..." Ooh, that's awesome, too.
*ushers you off to write next part* Want Monaboyd flashbacks! :} And. Stuff. Bravo, chica.
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"Want to see Billy make Dom writhe. :|" - me too. In fact I'm surprised that no directors have picked up on the box office potential of a slashy film featuring our boys.
As for more monaboyd flashbacks well we'll just have to wait and see. Kind of depends on what Billy in my head whispers to me.
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I take forever to write things--full time work and full time grad school--so I understand. This will definitely be worth the wait!
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And I love all those little images; the fern frond; the caramel rippling thru vanilla ice-cream ... delicious (and I don't mean in the edible sense!)
Looking forward to seeing the next bit :)
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*drools*
*drools again*
um....erm...yeah the next bit. I'm sure you'll be the first to see it :D
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I *loved*
Dom felt the illicit shiver down his spine like condensation inching its way down a frosted glass.
but
Billy. Whispering again. His voice as seductive as caramel rippling through vanilla ice cream.
Yes. Oh God! YES!!
Nnnngggghhhhh.
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This is really wonderful. You've really improved the begining since that last time I saw it. Not that there was much wrong with it then, but...well you remember what I said...and now it's ALL wonderful. It flows evenly, it makes much more sense and the atmosphere you've created is wrapping around me like a 'velvet fog' - lol, caramel flavoured of course.
Your descriptions are just gorgeous, you get better and better all the time - I squeed like a 12 year old while reading this, and I want to take home your 'imaginary' Billy and cuddle him all night as he showed me the stars. *sigh*
I love it, I love it, I love it - sexy, knowing Billy, confused and horny Dom, and delicious yet oblivious Lij.
Can't wait for more! Mwah!
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