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Fic: Pretty Animals (ew/dm) R
Title: Pretty Animals
Author: Chicane
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Elijah Wood
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't know their sexual proclivities. I have nothing to give butporn porn.
Archive: I'd be honored, but drop a line, if you please.
Notes: I realized I've written quite a few pieces from Elijah's perspective. I felt I'd really like to write something more from Dominic's point of view. Many thanks to me mum for looking this over in the middle of the night (and not making too many homoerotic jokes).
circles in the stars
they bind us now
we're pretty animals-Animals, BT
Dominic had felt an affinity with Elijah upon first introduction. Not a feeling that came at him ostentatiously, just something easy and familiar that had always been there.
Maybe it was because they were both short, or had the same kind of presence. Maybe it was the fact that Elijah wore glasses that crept slowly down the bridge of his nose as he read and Dominic wore scraps of fabric and tape and fake silver chains as jewelry. Perhaps it was the long nights of music turned down enough for them to talk over it-talk about it-while their stomachs ached with hollow, late-night starvation. Or it could have been that Elijah let Dominic pull his glasses off his face at any given moment so he could stick them on the back of his head and force Elijah to speak to his hair.
Dominic was not surprised when he thought he might want to squeeze Elijah's bum, one night. It seemed like the natural thing to do. So when Elijah was off the couch, changing CDs, Dominic had gotten up as well. He didn't squeeze Elijah's backside. He did kiss him, though, standing at the stereo holding Elijah's hand that was holding Sigur Ros. First a snow-light kiss on his cheek to let him know he was there, then Elijah turned his head and he didn't look surprised at all. So Dominic kissed his lips and although it was chaste Elijah received him like cream spilling into tea. And that was it; Dominic pulled away, kissed him goodbye, and returned to the couch. Elijah turned on Sigur Ros and they resumed conversation.
Somehow, when Dominic thought about Elijah he didn't use words in his mind. He didn't think what a mate, Elijah is, or I think I love him, or even he's turning me on. He didn't feel the need to tell Elijah how he felt or what he thought about them, because they weren't them, they were Dominic Monaghan and Elijah Wood. Elijah never said anything either, and so it simply was.
Then one morning (technically morning, though it shows all the signs of night) Elijah is lying on his bed awake, thinking it might be snowing outside, when Dominic opens the door and lies down next to him. No words are exchanged, just a long embrace between two young men. And that must be it, Dominic thinks at last as he pulls Elijah's T-shirt over his head and feels the warm, moving flesh with cold hands. As he lies down on top of Elijah's naked body and is overcome by a hard, erotic jolt, triggering intense vertigo. As they move, not against, but with each other, Elijah's soft short hair and Dominic's scruff bumping. They are two young men, feeling familiar curves of torso, upper-arm, and Adam's apple. Elijah smells like a boy, feels like one; the overwhelming love of his own gender takes him over like sudden narcissism.
But, no, that's not the end, not the final answer. Dominic does like the feel of a body like his, small and flat and masculine. But he likes glasses that slide down in response to his cheap, scrap jewelry. He likes staying up late with the music turned down while he ignores his aching stomach and his body crying out for sleep. He likes Elijah's crippling nerdyness. He likes thinking about him not in words, but in dark, ambient shapes.
Elijah is the answer. It's that simple.
Author: Chicane
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Elijah Wood
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't know their sexual proclivities. I have nothing to give but
Archive: I'd be honored, but drop a line, if you please.
Notes: I realized I've written quite a few pieces from Elijah's perspective. I felt I'd really like to write something more from Dominic's point of view. Many thanks to me mum for looking this over in the middle of the night (and not making too many homoerotic jokes).
circles in the stars
they bind us now
we're pretty animals-Animals, BT
Dominic had felt an affinity with Elijah upon first introduction. Not a feeling that came at him ostentatiously, just something easy and familiar that had always been there.
Maybe it was because they were both short, or had the same kind of presence. Maybe it was the fact that Elijah wore glasses that crept slowly down the bridge of his nose as he read and Dominic wore scraps of fabric and tape and fake silver chains as jewelry. Perhaps it was the long nights of music turned down enough for them to talk over it-talk about it-while their stomachs ached with hollow, late-night starvation. Or it could have been that Elijah let Dominic pull his glasses off his face at any given moment so he could stick them on the back of his head and force Elijah to speak to his hair.
Dominic was not surprised when he thought he might want to squeeze Elijah's bum, one night. It seemed like the natural thing to do. So when Elijah was off the couch, changing CDs, Dominic had gotten up as well. He didn't squeeze Elijah's backside. He did kiss him, though, standing at the stereo holding Elijah's hand that was holding Sigur Ros. First a snow-light kiss on his cheek to let him know he was there, then Elijah turned his head and he didn't look surprised at all. So Dominic kissed his lips and although it was chaste Elijah received him like cream spilling into tea. And that was it; Dominic pulled away, kissed him goodbye, and returned to the couch. Elijah turned on Sigur Ros and they resumed conversation.
Somehow, when Dominic thought about Elijah he didn't use words in his mind. He didn't think what a mate, Elijah is, or I think I love him, or even he's turning me on. He didn't feel the need to tell Elijah how he felt or what he thought about them, because they weren't them, they were Dominic Monaghan and Elijah Wood. Elijah never said anything either, and so it simply was.
Then one morning (technically morning, though it shows all the signs of night) Elijah is lying on his bed awake, thinking it might be snowing outside, when Dominic opens the door and lies down next to him. No words are exchanged, just a long embrace between two young men. And that must be it, Dominic thinks at last as he pulls Elijah's T-shirt over his head and feels the warm, moving flesh with cold hands. As he lies down on top of Elijah's naked body and is overcome by a hard, erotic jolt, triggering intense vertigo. As they move, not against, but with each other, Elijah's soft short hair and Dominic's scruff bumping. They are two young men, feeling familiar curves of torso, upper-arm, and Adam's apple. Elijah smells like a boy, feels like one; the overwhelming love of his own gender takes him over like sudden narcissism.
But, no, that's not the end, not the final answer. Dominic does like the feel of a body like his, small and flat and masculine. But he likes glasses that slide down in response to his cheap, scrap jewelry. He likes staying up late with the music turned down while he ignores his aching stomach and his body crying out for sleep. He likes Elijah's crippling nerdyness. He likes thinking about him not in words, but in dark, ambient shapes.
Elijah is the answer. It's that simple.
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This is so very well written. I like the repetition, the way you use details (Dom's jewellery, Lij's dorkiness - glasses ♥), the gentle unthinking boyness of it all; no Conversation About Us (bleurgh), just simplicity and awkwardness and yeah. Dom thinking about boys.
I like it, a lot. Write more.
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Mmm, glasses fetish :9no subject
"Or it could have been that Elijah let Dominic pull his glasses off his face at any given moment so he could stick them on the back of his head and force Elijah to speak to his hair. "
Force Elijah to speak to his hair... I love that.... *G*
And:
"Elijah smells like a boy, feels like one; the overwhelming love of his own gender takes him over like sudden narcissism."
A real gem - perfect... *S*
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Maybe it was the fact that Elijah wore glasses that crept slowly down the bridge of his nose as he read and Dominic wore scraps of fabric and tape and fake silver chains as jewelry.
that was a really nice image.
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and:
although it was chaste Elijah received him like cream spilling into tea
that is the most gorgeous description of a kiss I have read in a good long while.
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Elijah let Dominic pull his glasses off his face at any given moment so he could stick them on the back of his head and force Elijah to speak to his hair.
Now that's the Dom I love to read about. Wonderful, wonderful story!
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