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Victorian Speedo
Title: Victorian Speedo
Author: Janna![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
empress_jae
Pairing: dorlijah…sorta
Rating: R-ish?
Summary: Dominic and Elijah decide to spend a nice quiet evening having a couple of beers while watching the critically acclaimed film Wilde. When Dom’s keen eye discovers something…bulging, from a very familiar looking extra. This might border on crack…not so sure.
Beta:violettefemme…who, when this slash thing gets old, plans to raise penguins and heifers with me somewhere in Pennsylvania…
A/N: I had the dubious pleasure of attending my first moot this past weekend, wherespillingvelvet informed me that there is a fuzzy and quick moment in Wilde where she believes Orlando is and extra swimmer that Bosie oogles over, squatting on a deck in a speedo. Then she exclaimed “The boy is hung!” So of course the only reasonable and sane thing for me to do after my 5 hour drive home was to pop in the DVD and search for it. And, I must say, after an hour of eye-crossing, extreme slow motion, hyper-zoom remote action…I think she’s right.
“No way.”
“I think so, mate.”
“It can’t be…there’s just…would he?”
Dom half-heartedly shrugged his shoulders as he tested the weight of his bottle before taking a swig of the Jamaican lager, determining whether it was time to take a trip to the kitchen for another.
“He did take the part of a rentboy Lij. Why wouldn’t he play an extra swimmer? Puts a few extra pounds in a struggling actors paycheck you know…even if he did have to wear a Victorian-style speedo.”
“Rewind it again!” Elijah blurted out. “We’ve gotta take a closer look to see if it’s him.”
“Dude…we’ve watched it like…20 times already.” Dom sighed. “I’m almost, positively, 99.82 percent, pretty sure it’s Orlando.”
“But we should just check one more time. Just to be exactly sure.” Elijah argued.
“Lij.” He said while pinching the bridge of his nose. “My eyes are killing me from staring at that screen. I don’t even want to finish the movie now. Besides if you really want to know, why don’t you just call the bloke up and ask him yourself?”
Elijah’s unnaturally, hypnotic wide sapphire eyes got even wider as he shook his head with an unusual hint of boyish bashfulness. “No. I couldn’t do that.”
“Why not?”
Elijah mindlessly picked at the fringe of fraying denim on his kneecap. Dom noticed the hint of pale white skin struggling to peek through the strands fighting to hold together. Now why the fuck is that boy wearing three hundred dollar Dolce and Gabbana jeans with a damn hole in the knee…
“No. No…that…no.” His mumbled no’s trailed off into intelligible aural sludge.
“Speak up man!” Dom exclaimed, slightly confused at the change of emotion in his friend. Not earlier the two buddies had been enjoying a couple of Red Stripes, trying to decide what tonight’s movie choice would be for their film night. That’s right. They had a movie night. Sooo…it might come across a little sissy-ish to some, but with the rare time that each had available for much deserved down time, movie night was manly enough. As long as plenty of beers were within reach.
“Spit it out man. Just call him and ask. All he’ll do is either confirm or deny if it’s him” Dom pointed out as he pulled out his cell for Lij to use. He had Orlando on speed dial. Number two. After his Mum, of course.
“I hope it is”
Dom paused in flipping open his Motorola. Although he had heard him, Elijah had barely spoken above a whisper.
“Come again?”
“I hope it is.” Elijah said as he looked over into Dom’s eyes across the room and whispered, “Because he’s huge.”
If Dom had been slightly more inebriated, he would’ve laughed in Elijah’s face, whipped out his cock and said, ‘Compared to what, mate?’
But there was an edge in Elijah’s whisper. Something feral and almost raw. Almost a little…desperate.
Dom opened his mouth to respond. Respond with what, he wasn’t sure, but there was no need, because Elijah continued as he turned his head to look back at the paused screen. The image was blurry what with being in extreme zoom. But the squatting young man on the dock had the cocked head and body frame of a young British gent whom he considered one of his best friends. For a brief moment, Elijah flashed back to New Zealand. To the numerous surfing trips where he saw Orlando hunched in the same position gracefully applying sex wax to his long board while his teeth gleamed, laughing over a joke Billy had just told.
“That boy is…hung,” He said, gesturing with his head towards the screen.
Something had changed. Dom could feel heat in Elijah’s simple statement. But where was he going with this.
With a chuckle, Dom tried to bring Elijah back down to planet Earth before he floated to far off into…well, he wasn’t exactly sure. “Yeah mate, well you know the tall and skinny ones are.”
“I wonder what he tastes like…”
Dom looked up and saw Elijah’s starring eyes turn a midnight hue. The slight strain of a bulge evident behind his jeans became naturally evident to Elijah’s right hand, as he cupped himself gently. The flexing of his fingers squeezing the growth as he slouched down lower into the couch. Any previous bashfulness had evaporated while he continued to stare at the screen. Trance-like.
Dom continued to watch the angelic face of his friend strain as pleasure envelop his lower region. Staring at the parting of wet pink lips, Dom could feel his own jeans tighten with every tiny undulation his younger mate made with his hips. A light “oh” escaped the rosebud mouth that Dom barely heard.
“Haven’t you ever wondered too?”
Dom hadn’t realized he had momentarily shut his eyes, for when he opened them again, he found his friend had shifted his attention from the tube, to him.
“He’s so…untouchable.” Elijah breathed. Hips moving at a more fluid pace into his hand. Jeans giving the perfect amount of delicious friction.
“Untouchable…” Elijah said again.
The temperature in the room had raised more then its fair share of degrees. There was no controlling the atmosphere that had entered uninvitingly by Elijah.
Dom found himself breathing along with Elijah. His groin begging to escape its encasement. Screaming to be touched. He was as entranced at watching Elijah as Elijah had been watching the “maybe or maybe not” Orlando on screen.
Elijah closed his eyes as his eyes as his hand that wasn’t busy stroking the outside of his jeans, aggressively made it’s way inside for much needed skin on skin contact.
Dom lost control of his own hands as they found their way to his clothed groin. Listening to Elijah. Watching him move. Knowing what he wanted, that he was willing to reveal this to him, made him feel he was coming close to sensual madness.
“I want to lick his naval.” Elijah moaned. A surreal wanton moan.
Dom felt the moan in his own fingertips and he grabbed his own bulge tighter. He couldn’t believe he was reacting this way. Watching a movie with one of his best mates that had one minuscule part, with a possible second ultra-miniscule played by his other best mate, led to whacking off with first mentioned best mate.
Weird.
But strangely hot, which is why Dom had no intention of stopping. With his eyes shut tight, his thoughts clouded with thoughts of Elijah on the opposite couch and the perfection of the scenario with the addition of a certain missing Brit joining them. Adding to the rising temperature. Breathing heavily along side with him. Licking the sweat off his cheek…
“But not yet.”
Dom was pulled out of his reverie and peeled his eyes open towards the interruption. Elijah sat upright, hands at his sides, starring at Dominic.
“What?” Dom asked, poorly attempting to gain his composure.
“No. Not yet.” He said as he stood up to walk down the hall towards the downstairs bathroom.
Flushed and still heavy with breathing, Dom’s head followed Elijah as he stopped to look back at Dom before heading into the darkness of the hall. He smiled slightly with the hint of bashfulness returning.
“But soon.”
Soon.
When was that supposed to be?
Dom sighed and looked down.
Fucking blue balls…
tbc?
Author: Janna
empress_jaePairing: dorlijah…sorta
Rating: R-ish?
Summary: Dominic and Elijah decide to spend a nice quiet evening having a couple of beers while watching the critically acclaimed film Wilde. When Dom’s keen eye discovers something…bulging, from a very familiar looking extra. This might border on crack…not so sure.
Beta:
violettefemme…who, when this slash thing gets old, plans to raise penguins and heifers with me somewhere in Pennsylvania…A/N: I had the dubious pleasure of attending my first moot this past weekend, where
spillingvelvet informed me that there is a fuzzy and quick moment in Wilde where she believes Orlando is and extra swimmer that Bosie oogles over, squatting on a deck in a speedo. Then she exclaimed “The boy is hung!” So of course the only reasonable and sane thing for me to do after my 5 hour drive home was to pop in the DVD and search for it. And, I must say, after an hour of eye-crossing, extreme slow motion, hyper-zoom remote action…I think she’s right.“No way.”
“I think so, mate.”
“It can’t be…there’s just…would he?”
Dom half-heartedly shrugged his shoulders as he tested the weight of his bottle before taking a swig of the Jamaican lager, determining whether it was time to take a trip to the kitchen for another.
“He did take the part of a rentboy Lij. Why wouldn’t he play an extra swimmer? Puts a few extra pounds in a struggling actors paycheck you know…even if he did have to wear a Victorian-style speedo.”
“Rewind it again!” Elijah blurted out. “We’ve gotta take a closer look to see if it’s him.”
“Dude…we’ve watched it like…20 times already.” Dom sighed. “I’m almost, positively, 99.82 percent, pretty sure it’s Orlando.”
“But we should just check one more time. Just to be exactly sure.” Elijah argued.
“Lij.” He said while pinching the bridge of his nose. “My eyes are killing me from staring at that screen. I don’t even want to finish the movie now. Besides if you really want to know, why don’t you just call the bloke up and ask him yourself?”
Elijah’s unnaturally, hypnotic wide sapphire eyes got even wider as he shook his head with an unusual hint of boyish bashfulness. “No. I couldn’t do that.”
“Why not?”
Elijah mindlessly picked at the fringe of fraying denim on his kneecap. Dom noticed the hint of pale white skin struggling to peek through the strands fighting to hold together. Now why the fuck is that boy wearing three hundred dollar Dolce and Gabbana jeans with a damn hole in the knee…
“No. No…that…no.” His mumbled no’s trailed off into intelligible aural sludge.
“Speak up man!” Dom exclaimed, slightly confused at the change of emotion in his friend. Not earlier the two buddies had been enjoying a couple of Red Stripes, trying to decide what tonight’s movie choice would be for their film night. That’s right. They had a movie night. Sooo…it might come across a little sissy-ish to some, but with the rare time that each had available for much deserved down time, movie night was manly enough. As long as plenty of beers were within reach.
“Spit it out man. Just call him and ask. All he’ll do is either confirm or deny if it’s him” Dom pointed out as he pulled out his cell for Lij to use. He had Orlando on speed dial. Number two. After his Mum, of course.
“I hope it is”
Dom paused in flipping open his Motorola. Although he had heard him, Elijah had barely spoken above a whisper.
“Come again?”
“I hope it is.” Elijah said as he looked over into Dom’s eyes across the room and whispered, “Because he’s huge.”
If Dom had been slightly more inebriated, he would’ve laughed in Elijah’s face, whipped out his cock and said, ‘Compared to what, mate?’
But there was an edge in Elijah’s whisper. Something feral and almost raw. Almost a little…desperate.
Dom opened his mouth to respond. Respond with what, he wasn’t sure, but there was no need, because Elijah continued as he turned his head to look back at the paused screen. The image was blurry what with being in extreme zoom. But the squatting young man on the dock had the cocked head and body frame of a young British gent whom he considered one of his best friends. For a brief moment, Elijah flashed back to New Zealand. To the numerous surfing trips where he saw Orlando hunched in the same position gracefully applying sex wax to his long board while his teeth gleamed, laughing over a joke Billy had just told.
“That boy is…hung,” He said, gesturing with his head towards the screen.
Something had changed. Dom could feel heat in Elijah’s simple statement. But where was he going with this.
With a chuckle, Dom tried to bring Elijah back down to planet Earth before he floated to far off into…well, he wasn’t exactly sure. “Yeah mate, well you know the tall and skinny ones are.”
“I wonder what he tastes like…”
Dom looked up and saw Elijah’s starring eyes turn a midnight hue. The slight strain of a bulge evident behind his jeans became naturally evident to Elijah’s right hand, as he cupped himself gently. The flexing of his fingers squeezing the growth as he slouched down lower into the couch. Any previous bashfulness had evaporated while he continued to stare at the screen. Trance-like.
Dom continued to watch the angelic face of his friend strain as pleasure envelop his lower region. Staring at the parting of wet pink lips, Dom could feel his own jeans tighten with every tiny undulation his younger mate made with his hips. A light “oh” escaped the rosebud mouth that Dom barely heard.
“Haven’t you ever wondered too?”
Dom hadn’t realized he had momentarily shut his eyes, for when he opened them again, he found his friend had shifted his attention from the tube, to him.
“He’s so…untouchable.” Elijah breathed. Hips moving at a more fluid pace into his hand. Jeans giving the perfect amount of delicious friction.
“Untouchable…” Elijah said again.
The temperature in the room had raised more then its fair share of degrees. There was no controlling the atmosphere that had entered uninvitingly by Elijah.
Dom found himself breathing along with Elijah. His groin begging to escape its encasement. Screaming to be touched. He was as entranced at watching Elijah as Elijah had been watching the “maybe or maybe not” Orlando on screen.
Elijah closed his eyes as his eyes as his hand that wasn’t busy stroking the outside of his jeans, aggressively made it’s way inside for much needed skin on skin contact.
Dom lost control of his own hands as they found their way to his clothed groin. Listening to Elijah. Watching him move. Knowing what he wanted, that he was willing to reveal this to him, made him feel he was coming close to sensual madness.
“I want to lick his naval.” Elijah moaned. A surreal wanton moan.
Dom felt the moan in his own fingertips and he grabbed his own bulge tighter. He couldn’t believe he was reacting this way. Watching a movie with one of his best mates that had one minuscule part, with a possible second ultra-miniscule played by his other best mate, led to whacking off with first mentioned best mate.
Weird.
But strangely hot, which is why Dom had no intention of stopping. With his eyes shut tight, his thoughts clouded with thoughts of Elijah on the opposite couch and the perfection of the scenario with the addition of a certain missing Brit joining them. Adding to the rising temperature. Breathing heavily along side with him. Licking the sweat off his cheek…
“But not yet.”
Dom was pulled out of his reverie and peeled his eyes open towards the interruption. Elijah sat upright, hands at his sides, starring at Dominic.
“What?” Dom asked, poorly attempting to gain his composure.
“No. Not yet.” He said as he stood up to walk down the hall towards the downstairs bathroom.
Flushed and still heavy with breathing, Dom’s head followed Elijah as he stopped to look back at Dom before heading into the darkness of the hall. He smiled slightly with the hint of bashfulness returning.
“But soon.”
Soon.
When was that supposed to be?
Dom sighed and looked down.
Fucking blue balls…
tbc?
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Thank you!
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hot and voyeuristic and my ot3, yay!
*loves*
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definitely!!
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Very nice :)
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I agree with everybody else. WTF "?" . TBC. GO ON PLEASE!!!! *on her knees*
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Lovely.
Lillie
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thanks for reading hun!
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yeah...i couldn't shake it. 2 days at chez queerbitch, and look what happens.
*shakes head*
if i start writing monaboyd, i might have to jump off a bridge...
*kisses*
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it is done!
thanks babe.
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gotta stay for the next part!
thanks much!
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i know...cliffhangers are a vice of mine. i know i'm evil.
thanks hun!
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glad you enjoyed it!
*hugs*
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thank god my parents gave me the trait of a vivid imagination!
thanks for reading!
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