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Domlijah fic
Sorry for any cross-posting that might go on, but here is my latest Domlijah. It's a bit different to my usual stuff, but hopefully that won't put anyone off :) It's rated about 15 - sex, but nothing too heavy.
"Bills? we need to talk."
So it was one thirty in the morning, but I was confused, and that's what friends are for, right?
"Dom, do you know what time it is? we have a five thirty call tomorrow and - "
"Elijah wants to take it slow. What does that mean?" There was silence as Billy's one-thirty brain tried to process my question. I could just see his forehead creasing with concentration and the eyelids flickering with lack of sleep. Ah, good old Billy, always there when I need him.
"Well....I guess that just means he wants to take things slowly, mate."
"'Take things slow'?" I repeated, panicking and pacing accross my living room floor. "It sounds like something out of an American teen drama."
"Well, he is an American teen," Billy pointed out, a sleepy, warm laugh in his voice.
"Fuck off, this isn't funny."
"No, of course not," Billy replied, giving a cough and a rustle of the bedclothes, which meant he was sitting up. "How did this conversation come about?"
"Well, we were snogging on the sofa and then - "
"Do I want to hear this?" The slight disgust in Billy's voice made a laugh rumble at the back of my throat.
"Don't worry, we're talking PG-13 rating at the most here."
"'Kay, go on."
"Well, I started to get a bit frisky, because...well, you know, red blooded male and all that bollocks."
"Bollocks being the opperative word," Billy yawned.
"Yeah, well anyway, he took my hand away as though it was the 1940s and he was some maiden in distress."
"I'm not going to mention 'Etienne'," Billy sniggered.
"William, if you're not going to take this seriously, then - "
"Okay, okay, calm down, only joking."
"Well...that's it, anyway. He said that he had been thinking about things and that he would rather we 'take things slowly.'"
"So what did you say?" Billy asked when my silence made it apparent the story was going no further.
"I said it was fine and we.....we cuddled."
The laugh I had expected out of him never came, and I realised with more than a little shame that had the conversation been the other way around, I would have been ribbing the hell out of him.
"Now you're paranoid he doesn't fancy you?"
God, this man knows me too well.
"No," I said defensively, stopping in my frantic pacing to play with the edge of the couch like a guilty man in the dock.
"He's just being straight with you Dom, that's all. What more do you want?" When I didn't answer, he said smuggly, "Ah! you're just after the sex? I thought it was more than that this time."
"It is! God, I hate you - why do you always make me feel so guilty?"
Now, of course, I was just stranking. It's fair to say I felt more like 13 than 23 at that moment.
"You're over-worrying again, mate," Billy stopped to yawn, "he's essentially still a wee boy. I know we think of him as older, but don't you remember how you were at 18?"
"Yeah! I wanted to shag everything that moved - and quite possibly some things that didn't."
"Aye, me too actually," Billy said with a worrying sound of nostalgia in his voice. Then he seemed to snap back to me, "but everyone's different. He's only just got used to the fact that the entire cast and production crew have found out he's gay, now he's commited the ultimate taboo - dating a fellow cast member. He's probably nervous as hell, or something."
"Yeah, but it's not natural!" I announced. For a second I had a naked lunch moment and realised I sounded like a fraught, middle-aged woman, but couldn't bring myself to care.
"Calm down, Dom," Billy sighed. "He likes you, alright? He's just not ready to get cock-happy with you yet. Contrary to your established beliefs, not everyone is itching to get your clothes off."
So the laugh in his voice brought me back down to earth, but I still couldn't understand what I'd done wrong.
"Just give him time and it'll all be grand, I promise," Billy yawned again. "Now get to sleep, otherwise you'll be hell to work with tomorrow."
"So don't worry too much then?" I hesitated.
"No. Repress that queen inside of you and go to sleep."
I grinned, then said with positively sickly affection, "fuck off, cunt."
"Yeah, night mate," Billy laughed, and hung up without further ado.
*
After that, it only got worse, really. I don't know whether it was the arrival of summer and the hot weather, but my hormones were working overtime. Of course, it could have been the fact that Elijah's pants had become visably tighter and his arse much more squeezable since we'd been going out, but I felt like an over-sexed fishwife.
"What about her?" I observed, pointing out a blonde girl to Orli. "She's got cracking tits."
Elijah looked up at me from over his milkshake, one eyebrow raised. I smiled serenely, then he went back to learning his lines.
"Yeah, but the arse is saggy," Orlando sighed casually, flipping the menu between his fingers. "Have we really not got anything better to do on our day off than sit around Fidels all day rating the passers-by?"
"Pete said he might want me later," Elijah sighed, keeping his eyes on yesterday's re-writes. I, of course, was playing footsie with him under the table and couldn't resist a sexy....
"....I want you all the time, Frodo." I must admit that the leery wink I gave him was a little over the top, but none of it warrented the bright shade of tomato that overcame him, or that nervous giggle which bordered on sounding horrified, in my opinion. I let my foot drop from his leg.
"When you've quite finished with the foreplay," Orli laughed, elbowing me in the side, "we should think of something to do - I'm loosing my mind, here."
"How about going down the coast for a few hours?" Billy suggested brightly, just as a mobile started ringing and we all jumped to check our pockets. It was Elijah, so the rest of us listenned intently.
"Hello?" Elijah chirpped into his Nokia, and I felt his foot caress my leg under the table. "Oh, hi Pete," then he smiled at me and I found myself dreaming of me and him in decidedly erotic situations as his foot ran up and down my calf. "Really? oh, cool. No, that's okay," he paused, and mouthed something to me, but I couldn't make it out. "Yeah, no, that's fine. Have a nice afternoon. See ya!"
He grinned at us all as he replaced his phone in his pocket. "Afternoon free," he announced. There was a general murmur of celebration.
"Right then, surfing?" Billy asked, draining his cup as though to leave.
"Count me in!" Orlando said, drumming his hands on the table. "Guys?" I'll be honest, I expected Elijah to say yes - he'd really been getting into the surfing thing of late, and any time spent alone with me was a no-no, surely?
"Er.....I thought we'd take the oppertunity to spend some time together actually," Elijah said quietly, his foot now less playing footsie, rather knocking uncertainly against mine. It was obvious that when he said 'we' he meant us, so of course, I started thinking 'wahey! I'm in there!' If it were a cartoon, I'd have had pound signs flash up in my eyes like a slot machine.
"Yeah, sorry lads," I said with as much passe as I could muster. "See you later then?" and I grabbed Elijah's hand and dragged him giggling to my car.
"We didn't get to say a proper goodbye!" he laughed, as I reversed out of the car park minus my seat belt, and no mirror-signal-manouvre routine carried out.
"They won't mind," I told him whilst considering the logistics of feeling him up whilst driving.
Anyway, somehow we made it home without crashing into anything, and the second the door was shut, his mouth was on mine, warm, incessant and skillful.
He broke the kiss to say against my lips, "You look really hot today," in this deep, gravely voice that was full of sex and promises. I wanted to strip him and take him on the floor.
"God, Lighe," I managed to mutter before pressing him against the kitchen wall and going in for the kill on that soft, pale neck of his.
It was hot enough for soft porn at least, I considered. He was moaning softly, his fingers in my hair and I knew that if I looked up I would see him with his head thrown back, eyes shut, mouth slightly open. Rubbing against him gently, I could tell he was hard, and I angled it so he could feel just what was going on inside my pants. I got the desired effect, there was a sharp gasp and the next thing he was pulling my mouth back to his, tongue doing all kinds of sordid things against my teeth.
As much as I liked my kitchen, and even admitted to having a slight 'flesh on tiles' kink, I figured that could come later this afternoon, so I directed the both of us towards the sofa in the living room. It was getting pretty hot by all accounts - he'd even shed me of my shirt by the time he said,
"Stop!"
For a moment I thought maybe it was some game, you know? He wanted to be coy so that I'd persuade him, and I even started to say, "Aw, Lighe!" in a little whiney voice with my best pout on, when he flung my shirt at me and shuffled to the other end of the couch.
"Best.....stop......now," he panted, straightening his sweatshirt.
"But why?" I asked, utterly dumbfounded.
"Because we're taking it slow, remember?" he asked. He was all red and flushed in the face and for a second I let myself have the most wicked daydream about sucking on the tender, exposed skin of his collarbone, but then he hugged his sweatshirt to him and I snapped out of it.
"But.....I thought you were enjoying it," I frowned, well aware that I sounded like a dick.
"I was," he smiled cheerfully.
And they say girls are confusing.
"So then why - "
But the phone started to ring, and he nodded towards it before hopping off the couch and disappearing through into the kitchen. Working on auto-pilot, I picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Right, last chance. The surf is going to be amazing on a day like today, the weather is just right and Orli has said the pizza is on him. So?"
"He's a cock-tease."
"Who? Orli?"
"No, Elijah."
I heard Billy sigh.
"We're not back to this are we? I thought that today you looked all couple-y and - "
I heard rustling from my hallway, so I got up silently from the couch and followed the noise on tip-toe, holding my breath to keep quiet.
"Dom? are you still there?"
"Shhhush," I whispered to Billy, who sighed again. By now I was near the bathroom, and realised it was from in there that the strange, rustling noises were coming.
"Dom? I'm hanging up."
"I think Elijah Wood is masturbating in my bathroom," I whispered, ignoring Billy's threat.
After a gale of Scottish laughter in my ear, my best friend said, "You're both insane. Have a nice afternoon, I'm going surfing."
Then he really did hang up. I almost dropped the phone when the lock on the bathroom door clicked. Elijah appeared before me, looking much more composed that earlier.
"Have you been wanking in there?" I accused. Typically, he giggled.
"Maybe."
He blushed a faint, rather attractive colour before kissing my cheek and scampering off to the kitchen, leaving me shirtless in my hall.
*
"It's all a conspiracy against me," I told Billy as he re-adjusted his Pippin scarf and checked his watch. "I must have really offended the god of getting laid in a previous life and this is my fucking karma."
"Do you think my ankle will need re-glueing?"
"I mean, I've tried everything. I've worn the sexy shirt at least twice this week, I've made my hair all bed-messy and even tried to send him subliminal messages in the CDs I chose in feet last week."
"Yeah, I noticed," Billy rolled his eyes. "I still don't think he quite appreciated the frequent Barry White impressions."
"What would you do?" I asked. I really felt sorry for Billy by this point - I must have been pissing him off left, right and centre, but he was always patient, and considering I was beginning to sound like a complete and utter woman, he teased me very little.
"If it was me?" he said with an air of Gandalfian wisdom, "I would make a candlelight meal and for one evening, try not to think with my genitals."
"But - "
"Yes, I know the genitals thing is going to be difficult for you, but - "
"No, not that, it's the whole candlelight thing. Isn't it a bit....well, doesn't it seem like a desperate ploy to get him in the mood?"
Billy frowned at me then brushed some Pippin wig out of his eyes. "But that's exactly what it is, Dom."
Following Billy's advice had always been a good idea in the past, so preparations and plans for a romantic meal began. I spent an hour in the supermarket deciding the best veg to buy, then quite a considerable time picking out just the right wine, and when it was all set, I approached a very sleepy and exhausted looking Frodo to inform him that the very next evening I had a surprise planned. Elijah yawned and gave me a big hug in recognition, before falling asleep on my shoulder.
At this point in my tale I have to give in and say yes, he is adorably cute, and that if those big, blue eyes ask you to go slowly, then you do very much want to, if only to make them happy. However, he just does something to me - the little giggles, the pure, downright innocence, and more than anything, the kisses. It sounds odd, but I once heard Billy say that an ex-girlfriend of his used to kiss the way he imagined a whore would - like she knew everything he wanted and was more than willing to give it. Lighe kissed like that, and I don't know where he learnt it, but it was driving me bloody crazy.
Anyway, back to our romantic meal. Luckily, I had that afternoon off, so I spent it in my kitchen, apron on, fannying around like Delia Smith. It was chicken a la something, and to be honest, I was as nervous as a kitten. I was now building the whole thing up in my mind, which is never a good thing, and why I like to get stright to the point, so to speak. By seven o'clock everything was ready, James Taylor was playing low in the background and I had my best shirt on.
Doorbell.
I ran through the living room and along the hall. He looked gorgeous, as always.
"Hey,"
"Hey you," I grinned like the preverbial Cheshire cat.
The meal went along great, even though he did laugh at my multitude of candles. ("I can't see in here, man! it's so dark! like a brothel or something!") Of course, then came the after-dinner chat.
"This is really killing you, isn't it?" Elijah asked after a lull in conversation. He was swilling his red wine around in his glass, the candles causing his eyes to have an angelic shine.
"Killing me?" I asked casually, pretending not to know what he was talking about whilst taking a huge gulp of wine for dutch courage.
"You know, the two of us not rushing into anything."
When he looked up at me, it was like pleasure and guilty pain at the same time. I looked down.
"Whatever you want, Lighe, whatever you want." I didn't sound in the least bit genuine, and I hated myself for it.
"It's just....well, I know I never gave you much of an explanation," I didn't say anything to this, just gave him a smile and tried to make it as non long-suffering as possible. "You do know I've never done this before, right?"
"Yeah, well you said you'd never had a long-term thing before but - "
"By that I kind of meant...well, I meant that I hadn't ever had a short-term thing before either."
"Never?" I asked, pretty startled. "So where did the - " I was going to say 'kissing come from' but stopped myself.
"Where what?" he asked, and only then did I realise he was squirming unconfortably.
"The kissing - I mean, you're so good at it."
He laughed, and for a second I imagined it had all been one of those 'caught on camera' programes and expected Billy and Astin to come in laughing, followed by a full t.v. crew.
"I have actually kissed boys before." Now he looked really embaressed, but I figured it was okay, because he looked amused too.
"Oh, right." And damn, I blushed.
"People our age always rush into things, and so I thought - "
"God, you really are a thousand years old, aren't you?"
He laughed again.
"The thing is though," I said, "Do you stop me because you want to, or because you think you should?"
Bloody hell - when did this whole conversation get so serious?
"It's not as simple as that." He smiled faintly, then pushed back his chair and stood up slowly. I followed him with my eyes as he walked towards me. When he was stood by my side, I pushed back my chair for him and he sat on my knee, nice and snug, with his arms around my neck. I cuddled him close.
Like I said, cute as hell.
"Tell me about it then," I prompted.
"Well, it's like this. I do actually want to - "
"Stop me?" Yep, there goes my paranoia.
"No," he giggled. "I hate stopping you, but I just think - I've never does this before, why not savour it?"
By now he was playing with my ear, and because he was sat on my lap, I had to concentrate fully on not imagining him sticking his tongue in my ear, which really would have ruined the mood.
"You do know what you do to me Dom, don't you?" he asked, and his voice had that low, sultry tone again.
Figuring I might explode if he went on, I kissed him to keep him quiet.
"I don't mind waiting and....well, not touching, as long as I know that you're not...."
"Fucking you around?" he asked nicely, smiling as he did so.
"Erm...yeah."
He giggled. "No, I'm not, I just think that we need to appreciate each other - and waiting for something sweet is always just as nice as getting it, I think."
"You mean if I haven't destroyed myself with self abuse first?"
Again, he giggled. Did I mention that the giggle kills me?
So then we got to kissing, and before I knew it, he was removing my hand from it's place straying dangerously close to the bulge in his jeans.
"Sorry," I said with guilt as we grinned at each other stupidly.
"No problem," he whispered, kissing my nose. "Get me a second helping of pudding and we'll forget it happened."
*
So, somehow I changed - I became....patient. I felt like I was going through everything for the first time again, and even started preaching to Billy about it. "It's an example of our throw away culture William - we've got too used to having what we want and moving on without consequence."
"This means you'll never go crusing on Canal Street again then?" he would say with a laugh in his voice as he eyed up some girl accross the bar.
Orlando, on the other hand, would just cut me dead when I started to tell him how wonderful things were between me and Lighe now. "Don't moralise at me, Dom," he would say, and I would listen, because....well, he's bigger than me.
The problem came one afternoon though, when we were on the South island, enjoying a rare day off together. We'd spent the morning in bed, just talking, kissing and lying there naked, tantalysing each other with little touches and dirty words. We never actually discussed it when we decided to move on a step, like last week we never said, "Hey! let's get naked!" instead it just sort of happened, but there was usually some kind of sign beforehand - we would be visably closer and I could usually feel myself slipping through the layers of our relationship, which was comforting, and nice. That's why I was kind of taken by surprise when, during a rather passionate snogging session, he grabbed my cock. Quite firmly.
I gasped.
"Elijah!"
He giggled, then whispered, "Shush."
Kissing me again, he started to stroke me with tentative, unpractised fingers. Even though I knew he'd probably done this to himself a million times before, his touches were slightly clumsy, but that just added to the whole thing. I gave a short moan against his lips as his right hand found my balls and began to massage gently.
It was all too much, and I figured that he may not acutally be ready for me to come all over him, so I broke our kiss, and screwing my eyes up tight, said, "Lighe, maybe you shouldn't -"
"Shussh," he said again, in a gentle tone that suggested me knew what he was doing.
"Oh God," I whispered, opening my eyes to find him smiling at me, his face all flushed, his eyes alive like a little boy stealing from a sweet shop. "Oh God, oh God."
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this to you, Dom," he said with a voice like silk. I'd promise him my first born son as long as he didn't stop. "I just want to watch you come and know it was me who made you do it."
Well, he was going to get his wish.
It didn't take me long, but in my defense, I had been fantasising about this moment for months, ever since I met Elijah in fact. I lay there with my eyes shut while he cleaned us both up, then the next thing, as I was starting to doze, I felt him jump on me like an excitable puppy. I opened my eyes and smiled.
"Nice?" he said nervously, and my heart flipped over with his adorable cuteness.
"Yes," I nodded, "very nice."
"Good," he blushed, and I realised that even though he had sounded confident with all those dirty words, he was probably nervous the entire time - I know I was, first time I did that to another guy.
"Come here," I said, then rewarded him with a rather nice kiss. I knew he must still be pretty horny himself, but was clueless as to how far our new 'progress' extended.
I soon got my answer.
"Dom," he said breathlessly, in-between kisses. "I want to fuck you - show me how to fuck you."
I stopped kissing with the shock.
"Lighe?"
"What?" he asked, eyes wide open and blushing to the tips of his hair.
"I - I thought we were, you know, going slowly," I stammered.
"I'm sick of that," he admitted, fingers toying with my nipples as though he hoped he could win me round that way.
"Pardon?" I laughed.
"Oh come on, Dom - it's boring! I want you," he pouted, "please?"
I seriously had to stop myself from laughing hysterically.
"Boring?" I repeated, "What happened to 'waiting for something sweet is just as nice as getting it'?"
"That's bullshit," Elijah said dismissively and I grinned. He was sitting on my stomach, straddling me, but I folded my arms accross my chest, getting comfy for when he started pleading. "I didn't realise how good it would feel when I said that, and now I just keep thinking of what it will feel like when we....oh please Dom, show me?"
"You know, Elijah, too many people our age rush into these things and - "
"Oh shut up!" he smacked my arm, smiling from ear to ear.
"Are you sure though?" I asked seriously, unfolding my arms to draw patterns on his chest with my fingers. He was already aroused though, so I didn't really have to ask the question.
"Yes," he nodded firmly. "I want to be inside you - I want to know how it feels and I want you to kiss me when I come. Please?"
So I showed him.
Again and again and again.
And now, when he teases me about being impatient, I just remind him of that quiet afternoon on the southern island of New Zealand, and he usually shuts up.
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"Bills? we need to talk."
So it was one thirty in the morning, but I was confused, and that's what friends are for, right?
"Dom, do you know what time it is? we have a five thirty call tomorrow and - "
"Elijah wants to take it slow. What does that mean?" There was silence as Billy's one-thirty brain tried to process my question. I could just see his forehead creasing with concentration and the eyelids flickering with lack of sleep. Ah, good old Billy, always there when I need him.
"Well....I guess that just means he wants to take things slowly, mate."
"'Take things slow'?" I repeated, panicking and pacing accross my living room floor. "It sounds like something out of an American teen drama."
"Well, he is an American teen," Billy pointed out, a sleepy, warm laugh in his voice.
"Fuck off, this isn't funny."
"No, of course not," Billy replied, giving a cough and a rustle of the bedclothes, which meant he was sitting up. "How did this conversation come about?"
"Well, we were snogging on the sofa and then - "
"Do I want to hear this?" The slight disgust in Billy's voice made a laugh rumble at the back of my throat.
"Don't worry, we're talking PG-13 rating at the most here."
"'Kay, go on."
"Well, I started to get a bit frisky, because...well, you know, red blooded male and all that bollocks."
"Bollocks being the opperative word," Billy yawned.
"Yeah, well anyway, he took my hand away as though it was the 1940s and he was some maiden in distress."
"I'm not going to mention 'Etienne'," Billy sniggered.
"William, if you're not going to take this seriously, then - "
"Okay, okay, calm down, only joking."
"Well...that's it, anyway. He said that he had been thinking about things and that he would rather we 'take things slowly.'"
"So what did you say?" Billy asked when my silence made it apparent the story was going no further.
"I said it was fine and we.....we cuddled."
The laugh I had expected out of him never came, and I realised with more than a little shame that had the conversation been the other way around, I would have been ribbing the hell out of him.
"Now you're paranoid he doesn't fancy you?"
God, this man knows me too well.
"No," I said defensively, stopping in my frantic pacing to play with the edge of the couch like a guilty man in the dock.
"He's just being straight with you Dom, that's all. What more do you want?" When I didn't answer, he said smuggly, "Ah! you're just after the sex? I thought it was more than that this time."
"It is! God, I hate you - why do you always make me feel so guilty?"
Now, of course, I was just stranking. It's fair to say I felt more like 13 than 23 at that moment.
"You're over-worrying again, mate," Billy stopped to yawn, "he's essentially still a wee boy. I know we think of him as older, but don't you remember how you were at 18?"
"Yeah! I wanted to shag everything that moved - and quite possibly some things that didn't."
"Aye, me too actually," Billy said with a worrying sound of nostalgia in his voice. Then he seemed to snap back to me, "but everyone's different. He's only just got used to the fact that the entire cast and production crew have found out he's gay, now he's commited the ultimate taboo - dating a fellow cast member. He's probably nervous as hell, or something."
"Yeah, but it's not natural!" I announced. For a second I had a naked lunch moment and realised I sounded like a fraught, middle-aged woman, but couldn't bring myself to care.
"Calm down, Dom," Billy sighed. "He likes you, alright? He's just not ready to get cock-happy with you yet. Contrary to your established beliefs, not everyone is itching to get your clothes off."
So the laugh in his voice brought me back down to earth, but I still couldn't understand what I'd done wrong.
"Just give him time and it'll all be grand, I promise," Billy yawned again. "Now get to sleep, otherwise you'll be hell to work with tomorrow."
"So don't worry too much then?" I hesitated.
"No. Repress that queen inside of you and go to sleep."
I grinned, then said with positively sickly affection, "fuck off, cunt."
"Yeah, night mate," Billy laughed, and hung up without further ado.
*
After that, it only got worse, really. I don't know whether it was the arrival of summer and the hot weather, but my hormones were working overtime. Of course, it could have been the fact that Elijah's pants had become visably tighter and his arse much more squeezable since we'd been going out, but I felt like an over-sexed fishwife.
"What about her?" I observed, pointing out a blonde girl to Orli. "She's got cracking tits."
Elijah looked up at me from over his milkshake, one eyebrow raised. I smiled serenely, then he went back to learning his lines.
"Yeah, but the arse is saggy," Orlando sighed casually, flipping the menu between his fingers. "Have we really not got anything better to do on our day off than sit around Fidels all day rating the passers-by?"
"Pete said he might want me later," Elijah sighed, keeping his eyes on yesterday's re-writes. I, of course, was playing footsie with him under the table and couldn't resist a sexy....
"....I want you all the time, Frodo." I must admit that the leery wink I gave him was a little over the top, but none of it warrented the bright shade of tomato that overcame him, or that nervous giggle which bordered on sounding horrified, in my opinion. I let my foot drop from his leg.
"When you've quite finished with the foreplay," Orli laughed, elbowing me in the side, "we should think of something to do - I'm loosing my mind, here."
"How about going down the coast for a few hours?" Billy suggested brightly, just as a mobile started ringing and we all jumped to check our pockets. It was Elijah, so the rest of us listenned intently.
"Hello?" Elijah chirpped into his Nokia, and I felt his foot caress my leg under the table. "Oh, hi Pete," then he smiled at me and I found myself dreaming of me and him in decidedly erotic situations as his foot ran up and down my calf. "Really? oh, cool. No, that's okay," he paused, and mouthed something to me, but I couldn't make it out. "Yeah, no, that's fine. Have a nice afternoon. See ya!"
He grinned at us all as he replaced his phone in his pocket. "Afternoon free," he announced. There was a general murmur of celebration.
"Right then, surfing?" Billy asked, draining his cup as though to leave.
"Count me in!" Orlando said, drumming his hands on the table. "Guys?" I'll be honest, I expected Elijah to say yes - he'd really been getting into the surfing thing of late, and any time spent alone with me was a no-no, surely?
"Er.....I thought we'd take the oppertunity to spend some time together actually," Elijah said quietly, his foot now less playing footsie, rather knocking uncertainly against mine. It was obvious that when he said 'we' he meant us, so of course, I started thinking 'wahey! I'm in there!' If it were a cartoon, I'd have had pound signs flash up in my eyes like a slot machine.
"Yeah, sorry lads," I said with as much passe as I could muster. "See you later then?" and I grabbed Elijah's hand and dragged him giggling to my car.
"We didn't get to say a proper goodbye!" he laughed, as I reversed out of the car park minus my seat belt, and no mirror-signal-manouvre routine carried out.
"They won't mind," I told him whilst considering the logistics of feeling him up whilst driving.
Anyway, somehow we made it home without crashing into anything, and the second the door was shut, his mouth was on mine, warm, incessant and skillful.
He broke the kiss to say against my lips, "You look really hot today," in this deep, gravely voice that was full of sex and promises. I wanted to strip him and take him on the floor.
"God, Lighe," I managed to mutter before pressing him against the kitchen wall and going in for the kill on that soft, pale neck of his.
It was hot enough for soft porn at least, I considered. He was moaning softly, his fingers in my hair and I knew that if I looked up I would see him with his head thrown back, eyes shut, mouth slightly open. Rubbing against him gently, I could tell he was hard, and I angled it so he could feel just what was going on inside my pants. I got the desired effect, there was a sharp gasp and the next thing he was pulling my mouth back to his, tongue doing all kinds of sordid things against my teeth.
As much as I liked my kitchen, and even admitted to having a slight 'flesh on tiles' kink, I figured that could come later this afternoon, so I directed the both of us towards the sofa in the living room. It was getting pretty hot by all accounts - he'd even shed me of my shirt by the time he said,
"Stop!"
For a moment I thought maybe it was some game, you know? He wanted to be coy so that I'd persuade him, and I even started to say, "Aw, Lighe!" in a little whiney voice with my best pout on, when he flung my shirt at me and shuffled to the other end of the couch.
"Best.....stop......now," he panted, straightening his sweatshirt.
"But why?" I asked, utterly dumbfounded.
"Because we're taking it slow, remember?" he asked. He was all red and flushed in the face and for a second I let myself have the most wicked daydream about sucking on the tender, exposed skin of his collarbone, but then he hugged his sweatshirt to him and I snapped out of it.
"But.....I thought you were enjoying it," I frowned, well aware that I sounded like a dick.
"I was," he smiled cheerfully.
And they say girls are confusing.
"So then why - "
But the phone started to ring, and he nodded towards it before hopping off the couch and disappearing through into the kitchen. Working on auto-pilot, I picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Right, last chance. The surf is going to be amazing on a day like today, the weather is just right and Orli has said the pizza is on him. So?"
"He's a cock-tease."
"Who? Orli?"
"No, Elijah."
I heard Billy sigh.
"We're not back to this are we? I thought that today you looked all couple-y and - "
I heard rustling from my hallway, so I got up silently from the couch and followed the noise on tip-toe, holding my breath to keep quiet.
"Dom? are you still there?"
"Shhhush," I whispered to Billy, who sighed again. By now I was near the bathroom, and realised it was from in there that the strange, rustling noises were coming.
"Dom? I'm hanging up."
"I think Elijah Wood is masturbating in my bathroom," I whispered, ignoring Billy's threat.
After a gale of Scottish laughter in my ear, my best friend said, "You're both insane. Have a nice afternoon, I'm going surfing."
Then he really did hang up. I almost dropped the phone when the lock on the bathroom door clicked. Elijah appeared before me, looking much more composed that earlier.
"Have you been wanking in there?" I accused. Typically, he giggled.
"Maybe."
He blushed a faint, rather attractive colour before kissing my cheek and scampering off to the kitchen, leaving me shirtless in my hall.
*
"It's all a conspiracy against me," I told Billy as he re-adjusted his Pippin scarf and checked his watch. "I must have really offended the god of getting laid in a previous life and this is my fucking karma."
"Do you think my ankle will need re-glueing?"
"I mean, I've tried everything. I've worn the sexy shirt at least twice this week, I've made my hair all bed-messy and even tried to send him subliminal messages in the CDs I chose in feet last week."
"Yeah, I noticed," Billy rolled his eyes. "I still don't think he quite appreciated the frequent Barry White impressions."
"What would you do?" I asked. I really felt sorry for Billy by this point - I must have been pissing him off left, right and centre, but he was always patient, and considering I was beginning to sound like a complete and utter woman, he teased me very little.
"If it was me?" he said with an air of Gandalfian wisdom, "I would make a candlelight meal and for one evening, try not to think with my genitals."
"But - "
"Yes, I know the genitals thing is going to be difficult for you, but - "
"No, not that, it's the whole candlelight thing. Isn't it a bit....well, doesn't it seem like a desperate ploy to get him in the mood?"
Billy frowned at me then brushed some Pippin wig out of his eyes. "But that's exactly what it is, Dom."
Following Billy's advice had always been a good idea in the past, so preparations and plans for a romantic meal began. I spent an hour in the supermarket deciding the best veg to buy, then quite a considerable time picking out just the right wine, and when it was all set, I approached a very sleepy and exhausted looking Frodo to inform him that the very next evening I had a surprise planned. Elijah yawned and gave me a big hug in recognition, before falling asleep on my shoulder.
At this point in my tale I have to give in and say yes, he is adorably cute, and that if those big, blue eyes ask you to go slowly, then you do very much want to, if only to make them happy. However, he just does something to me - the little giggles, the pure, downright innocence, and more than anything, the kisses. It sounds odd, but I once heard Billy say that an ex-girlfriend of his used to kiss the way he imagined a whore would - like she knew everything he wanted and was more than willing to give it. Lighe kissed like that, and I don't know where he learnt it, but it was driving me bloody crazy.
Anyway, back to our romantic meal. Luckily, I had that afternoon off, so I spent it in my kitchen, apron on, fannying around like Delia Smith. It was chicken a la something, and to be honest, I was as nervous as a kitten. I was now building the whole thing up in my mind, which is never a good thing, and why I like to get stright to the point, so to speak. By seven o'clock everything was ready, James Taylor was playing low in the background and I had my best shirt on.
Doorbell.
I ran through the living room and along the hall. He looked gorgeous, as always.
"Hey,"
"Hey you," I grinned like the preverbial Cheshire cat.
The meal went along great, even though he did laugh at my multitude of candles. ("I can't see in here, man! it's so dark! like a brothel or something!") Of course, then came the after-dinner chat.
"This is really killing you, isn't it?" Elijah asked after a lull in conversation. He was swilling his red wine around in his glass, the candles causing his eyes to have an angelic shine.
"Killing me?" I asked casually, pretending not to know what he was talking about whilst taking a huge gulp of wine for dutch courage.
"You know, the two of us not rushing into anything."
When he looked up at me, it was like pleasure and guilty pain at the same time. I looked down.
"Whatever you want, Lighe, whatever you want." I didn't sound in the least bit genuine, and I hated myself for it.
"It's just....well, I know I never gave you much of an explanation," I didn't say anything to this, just gave him a smile and tried to make it as non long-suffering as possible. "You do know I've never done this before, right?"
"Yeah, well you said you'd never had a long-term thing before but - "
"By that I kind of meant...well, I meant that I hadn't ever had a short-term thing before either."
"Never?" I asked, pretty startled. "So where did the - " I was going to say 'kissing come from' but stopped myself.
"Where what?" he asked, and only then did I realise he was squirming unconfortably.
"The kissing - I mean, you're so good at it."
He laughed, and for a second I imagined it had all been one of those 'caught on camera' programes and expected Billy and Astin to come in laughing, followed by a full t.v. crew.
"I have actually kissed boys before." Now he looked really embaressed, but I figured it was okay, because he looked amused too.
"Oh, right." And damn, I blushed.
"People our age always rush into things, and so I thought - "
"God, you really are a thousand years old, aren't you?"
He laughed again.
"The thing is though," I said, "Do you stop me because you want to, or because you think you should?"
Bloody hell - when did this whole conversation get so serious?
"It's not as simple as that." He smiled faintly, then pushed back his chair and stood up slowly. I followed him with my eyes as he walked towards me. When he was stood by my side, I pushed back my chair for him and he sat on my knee, nice and snug, with his arms around my neck. I cuddled him close.
Like I said, cute as hell.
"Tell me about it then," I prompted.
"Well, it's like this. I do actually want to - "
"Stop me?" Yep, there goes my paranoia.
"No," he giggled. "I hate stopping you, but I just think - I've never does this before, why not savour it?"
By now he was playing with my ear, and because he was sat on my lap, I had to concentrate fully on not imagining him sticking his tongue in my ear, which really would have ruined the mood.
"You do know what you do to me Dom, don't you?" he asked, and his voice had that low, sultry tone again.
Figuring I might explode if he went on, I kissed him to keep him quiet.
"I don't mind waiting and....well, not touching, as long as I know that you're not...."
"Fucking you around?" he asked nicely, smiling as he did so.
"Erm...yeah."
He giggled. "No, I'm not, I just think that we need to appreciate each other - and waiting for something sweet is always just as nice as getting it, I think."
"You mean if I haven't destroyed myself with self abuse first?"
Again, he giggled. Did I mention that the giggle kills me?
So then we got to kissing, and before I knew it, he was removing my hand from it's place straying dangerously close to the bulge in his jeans.
"Sorry," I said with guilt as we grinned at each other stupidly.
"No problem," he whispered, kissing my nose. "Get me a second helping of pudding and we'll forget it happened."
*
So, somehow I changed - I became....patient. I felt like I was going through everything for the first time again, and even started preaching to Billy about it. "It's an example of our throw away culture William - we've got too used to having what we want and moving on without consequence."
"This means you'll never go crusing on Canal Street again then?" he would say with a laugh in his voice as he eyed up some girl accross the bar.
Orlando, on the other hand, would just cut me dead when I started to tell him how wonderful things were between me and Lighe now. "Don't moralise at me, Dom," he would say, and I would listen, because....well, he's bigger than me.
The problem came one afternoon though, when we were on the South island, enjoying a rare day off together. We'd spent the morning in bed, just talking, kissing and lying there naked, tantalysing each other with little touches and dirty words. We never actually discussed it when we decided to move on a step, like last week we never said, "Hey! let's get naked!" instead it just sort of happened, but there was usually some kind of sign beforehand - we would be visably closer and I could usually feel myself slipping through the layers of our relationship, which was comforting, and nice. That's why I was kind of taken by surprise when, during a rather passionate snogging session, he grabbed my cock. Quite firmly.
I gasped.
"Elijah!"
He giggled, then whispered, "Shush."
Kissing me again, he started to stroke me with tentative, unpractised fingers. Even though I knew he'd probably done this to himself a million times before, his touches were slightly clumsy, but that just added to the whole thing. I gave a short moan against his lips as his right hand found my balls and began to massage gently.
It was all too much, and I figured that he may not acutally be ready for me to come all over him, so I broke our kiss, and screwing my eyes up tight, said, "Lighe, maybe you shouldn't -"
"Shussh," he said again, in a gentle tone that suggested me knew what he was doing.
"Oh God," I whispered, opening my eyes to find him smiling at me, his face all flushed, his eyes alive like a little boy stealing from a sweet shop. "Oh God, oh God."
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this to you, Dom," he said with a voice like silk. I'd promise him my first born son as long as he didn't stop. "I just want to watch you come and know it was me who made you do it."
Well, he was going to get his wish.
It didn't take me long, but in my defense, I had been fantasising about this moment for months, ever since I met Elijah in fact. I lay there with my eyes shut while he cleaned us both up, then the next thing, as I was starting to doze, I felt him jump on me like an excitable puppy. I opened my eyes and smiled.
"Nice?" he said nervously, and my heart flipped over with his adorable cuteness.
"Yes," I nodded, "very nice."
"Good," he blushed, and I realised that even though he had sounded confident with all those dirty words, he was probably nervous the entire time - I know I was, first time I did that to another guy.
"Come here," I said, then rewarded him with a rather nice kiss. I knew he must still be pretty horny himself, but was clueless as to how far our new 'progress' extended.
I soon got my answer.
"Dom," he said breathlessly, in-between kisses. "I want to fuck you - show me how to fuck you."
I stopped kissing with the shock.
"Lighe?"
"What?" he asked, eyes wide open and blushing to the tips of his hair.
"I - I thought we were, you know, going slowly," I stammered.
"I'm sick of that," he admitted, fingers toying with my nipples as though he hoped he could win me round that way.
"Pardon?" I laughed.
"Oh come on, Dom - it's boring! I want you," he pouted, "please?"
I seriously had to stop myself from laughing hysterically.
"Boring?" I repeated, "What happened to 'waiting for something sweet is just as nice as getting it'?"
"That's bullshit," Elijah said dismissively and I grinned. He was sitting on my stomach, straddling me, but I folded my arms accross my chest, getting comfy for when he started pleading. "I didn't realise how good it would feel when I said that, and now I just keep thinking of what it will feel like when we....oh please Dom, show me?"
"You know, Elijah, too many people our age rush into these things and - "
"Oh shut up!" he smacked my arm, smiling from ear to ear.
"Are you sure though?" I asked seriously, unfolding my arms to draw patterns on his chest with my fingers. He was already aroused though, so I didn't really have to ask the question.
"Yes," he nodded firmly. "I want to be inside you - I want to know how it feels and I want you to kiss me when I come. Please?"
So I showed him.
Again and again and again.
And now, when he teases me about being impatient, I just remind him of that quiet afternoon on the southern island of New Zealand, and he usually shuts up.
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Feedback is always nice :)
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Actually. It reminds me of this icon. How often does that happen?! Not often, I'll tell you.
This was wonderful. The way you wrote Billy amused me to no end, and I just felt so damn bad for poor Dommie. Wonderful work!
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Nice to get away from angst for a while. This story very well could have been angst, and it wasn't! Kudos! Very funny, too. Loved the Billy conversation at the beginning :)
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"I think Elijah Wood is masturbating in my bathroom."
Um, yes please...
I think I've offended the God of Getting Laid too.
fantastic!
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And yay! you have the perfect icon! *grin*
thankee for the nice comment
Angie
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I do like angst every once in a while, but sometimes fandom is serious enough for all of us, so I thought I'd write nice-ness :)
ta!
Ange
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It was the 'Elijah Wood masturbating in my bathroom' comment that set the whole fic off - what a starter line to come up with - my mind must be like a cess-pit *grin*
thank you!
Ange
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Very well written...perfect infact.
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patience is a virtue.. indeed.. heee..
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Oh, and I know I keep saying this, but Hetty will be in the post to you soon. I'm living in my sister's house at the moment, but as soon as I get home, it'll be done, I promise :)
thanks again,
Angie
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yep, unfortunately it's a virtue I can't say I have though *giggles*
-Angie