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fic: habits
Title: Habits
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thepsychicclam
Pairing: Dom/Lij
Rating: R
Summary: Dom and Lij go driving
Disclaimer: Never happened
Archive: My site, http://garden.expecto-patronum.net
Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre's "love without schmoop" challenge in like 30 minutes.
Elijah knocked on Dom’s door at exactly 12:41 a.m. Dom opened it slowly, and taking one look at Elijah, grabbed his jacket, car keys, and cell phone and followed Elijah. Dom got into the driver’s seat of his own car without having to ask; he always drove.
Out on the highway, Elijah pulled out a brand new pack of cloves, already lighting up the first one. Dom fumbled around in a CD case looking for a Smashing Pumpkins CD as Elijah cracked the window. The streetlights played patterns across the dashboard as Dom popped the CD in and he watched them out of the corner of his eye. Elijah drummed a beat on his jean-clad thighs, not seeming to notice that he was knocking ashes onto the fabric. While stopped at a red-light, Dom reached over and brushed his leg off.
Out of the city limits, Elijah rolled down his window all the way, hanging his arm out with his palm against the racing wind. Dom turned up the volume to a song he actually also knew and joined Elijah in singing at the top of his lungs.
“Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage…” they sang, and Dom wondered what Billy Corgan had to be so angry about. Lost in thought about Corgan’s anger issues, he didn’t notice Elijah beside him swearing and brushing off the spot on his knee where his cigarette had burned a hole through.
When the Pumpkins CD was over, Elijah immediately changed it to a Beatles CD. Dom hummed along while Elijah propped his arm on the window, staring out into the dark night. Before long they entered a small town, with only one street but not without a twenty-four hour McDonalds.
Pulling up to the drive-thru, Elijah turned down the radio as Dom ordered without having to consult him. Big Mac meal, supersized with a Dr. Pepper for Elijah, McChicken with fries and a Sprite for him. Dom paid the man at the window and handed the bag to Elijah as he left the parking lot and returned to the deserted road. Elijah fished out Dom’s chicken sandwich and unwrapped it for him. He grabbed it and chewed happily as Elijah set both boxes of fries between his legs. Every few seconds, Dom reached over, grabbed a handful, and popped them into his mouth. Elijah turned the radio back up just in time for “Eleanor Rigby”, Dom’s favorite song on the CD.
“Ah, look at the lonely people,” they sang, mouths full of fries. Elijah shoved a straw into Dom’s Sprite and handed it to him as the song ended. Dom threw the sandwich wrapper over into Elijah’s lap as he sipped on his drink contentedly.
Back towards home, Dom stopped at a convenient store and bought himself bottled water and a Mountain Dew for Elijah. Elijah gratefully took the drink, guzzling it while Dom sped down the open road.
Dom pulled into the driveway at exactly 3:04 a.m. Elijah gathered the trash and followed Dom into the house, his first stop the kitchen then the bathroom. Dom stood in his room, pulling off his clothes for bed when Elijah sidled up behind him, kissing a trail down his bare back.
Within minutes Elijah and Dom were naked and sliding against each other, Elijah looking down into Dom’s face as he pushed in slowly. The headboard set a nice tempo as the pair rocked back and forth together, their moans lost in the still room. Falling on top of Dom, sweaty and spent, Elijah traced small patterns in the gleam of moisture covering Dom’s skin. Dom closed his eyes and hummed as he ran his fingers through Elijah’s damp hair.
After Elijah fell asleep on top of him, Dom gingerly rolled Elijah off, pulled the comforter around his small body, and turned out the bedside lamp before draping an arm around Elijah’s waist and falling asleep.
~Fin
Author:
thepsychicclamPairing: Dom/Lij
Rating: R
Summary: Dom and Lij go driving
Disclaimer: Never happened
Archive: My site, http://garden.expecto-patronum.net
Written for
contrelamontre's "love without schmoop" challenge in like 30 minutes.Elijah knocked on Dom’s door at exactly 12:41 a.m. Dom opened it slowly, and taking one look at Elijah, grabbed his jacket, car keys, and cell phone and followed Elijah. Dom got into the driver’s seat of his own car without having to ask; he always drove.
Out on the highway, Elijah pulled out a brand new pack of cloves, already lighting up the first one. Dom fumbled around in a CD case looking for a Smashing Pumpkins CD as Elijah cracked the window. The streetlights played patterns across the dashboard as Dom popped the CD in and he watched them out of the corner of his eye. Elijah drummed a beat on his jean-clad thighs, not seeming to notice that he was knocking ashes onto the fabric. While stopped at a red-light, Dom reached over and brushed his leg off.
Out of the city limits, Elijah rolled down his window all the way, hanging his arm out with his palm against the racing wind. Dom turned up the volume to a song he actually also knew and joined Elijah in singing at the top of his lungs.
“Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage…” they sang, and Dom wondered what Billy Corgan had to be so angry about. Lost in thought about Corgan’s anger issues, he didn’t notice Elijah beside him swearing and brushing off the spot on his knee where his cigarette had burned a hole through.
When the Pumpkins CD was over, Elijah immediately changed it to a Beatles CD. Dom hummed along while Elijah propped his arm on the window, staring out into the dark night. Before long they entered a small town, with only one street but not without a twenty-four hour McDonalds.
Pulling up to the drive-thru, Elijah turned down the radio as Dom ordered without having to consult him. Big Mac meal, supersized with a Dr. Pepper for Elijah, McChicken with fries and a Sprite for him. Dom paid the man at the window and handed the bag to Elijah as he left the parking lot and returned to the deserted road. Elijah fished out Dom’s chicken sandwich and unwrapped it for him. He grabbed it and chewed happily as Elijah set both boxes of fries between his legs. Every few seconds, Dom reached over, grabbed a handful, and popped them into his mouth. Elijah turned the radio back up just in time for “Eleanor Rigby”, Dom’s favorite song on the CD.
“Ah, look at the lonely people,” they sang, mouths full of fries. Elijah shoved a straw into Dom’s Sprite and handed it to him as the song ended. Dom threw the sandwich wrapper over into Elijah’s lap as he sipped on his drink contentedly.
Back towards home, Dom stopped at a convenient store and bought himself bottled water and a Mountain Dew for Elijah. Elijah gratefully took the drink, guzzling it while Dom sped down the open road.
Dom pulled into the driveway at exactly 3:04 a.m. Elijah gathered the trash and followed Dom into the house, his first stop the kitchen then the bathroom. Dom stood in his room, pulling off his clothes for bed when Elijah sidled up behind him, kissing a trail down his bare back.
Within minutes Elijah and Dom were naked and sliding against each other, Elijah looking down into Dom’s face as he pushed in slowly. The headboard set a nice tempo as the pair rocked back and forth together, their moans lost in the still room. Falling on top of Dom, sweaty and spent, Elijah traced small patterns in the gleam of moisture covering Dom’s skin. Dom closed his eyes and hummed as he ran his fingers through Elijah’s damp hair.
After Elijah fell asleep on top of him, Dom gingerly rolled Elijah off, pulled the comforter around his small body, and turned out the bedside lamp before draping an arm around Elijah’s waist and falling asleep.
~Fin