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intercursus.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-09-05 03:56 am
FIC: Smoke. SA/EW/DM.
FIC: Smoke
Author: intercursus
Pairing: SA/EW/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Talent in the limo.
Feedback: Would be appreciated!
Disclaimers: Didn't happen.
Note: This is a short little thing that I might expand upon later.
"I liked your hair better when it was longer," Sean says, rubbing his hand over Elijah's head, then dropping it to the seat, limp, gasping as his head moves up and off him.
"I liked you better when you didn't talk all the damn time." Elijah looks up, his mouth wet and open, his elbows digging into Sean's thighs. "Gonna be a one sided conversation anyway," he laughs, lowering himself back down, licking then swallowing most of Sean's cock in a smooth, practiced motion.
Dom laughs harder and longer. "Innit always a one sided conversation with you?"
"Dom, you're awfully funny while Elijah is sucking my dick." Sean gazes forward at the dark glass of the limo partition, his reflection distorted and hazy. The driver on the other side is reading a newspaper, and the radio is tuned to some R&B station. Thump, thump. Fair deal for him, he thinks. He gets an extra hour of pay, and we just sit here in the parking deck, no questions asked.
"Hmm, hey-" Dom leans over, fishing out the cigarettes in Elijah's shirt pocket, lights one, blowing the smoke out the window, opened to a slit. "Thanks, Lij. I owe you a pack."
Sean shakes his head and turns to watch Dom inhale the cigarette hard, his cheeks hollowing. "Picking up someone's habits? Anything else?"
"Hey, man, I love you, but not like that. Besides, he seems to like blowing you. You should sit back and enjoy it." Dom finishes up the cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray. "Lij, you got any weed?"
"Nnuhnn-" Elijah shakes his head, and goes back to work.
"Fuck." Dom presses the intercom. "Hey, man, you got any weed?"
Lij's back begins to shake with laughter, and he reaches a hand back, flipping Dom off.
"Yeah, I wish, but the Marathon Man here hasn't got off yet." Dom sits back, pushing his shirtsleeves up.
The intercom light blinks on. "How much you want, bro?"
Dom rubs his hands together, then pushes the button. "Oh, just kidding. Can't be toked up in front of a crowd." He looks over at the other two men just as Sean tenses up, and comes, shivering and grunting, softly stroking Elijah's cheek.
Dom grits his teeth as he sees their hands entwined, Lij's head resting on Sean's leg, and says nothing. "Smoke 'em if you got 'em," he mutters, lighting another cigarette, drawing on it hungrily, watching the lit end grow red-hot in the dim light of the limousine.
Author: intercursus
Pairing: SA/EW/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Talent in the limo.
Feedback: Would be appreciated!
Disclaimers: Didn't happen.
Note: This is a short little thing that I might expand upon later.
"I liked your hair better when it was longer," Sean says, rubbing his hand over Elijah's head, then dropping it to the seat, limp, gasping as his head moves up and off him.
"I liked you better when you didn't talk all the damn time." Elijah looks up, his mouth wet and open, his elbows digging into Sean's thighs. "Gonna be a one sided conversation anyway," he laughs, lowering himself back down, licking then swallowing most of Sean's cock in a smooth, practiced motion.
Dom laughs harder and longer. "Innit always a one sided conversation with you?"
"Dom, you're awfully funny while Elijah is sucking my dick." Sean gazes forward at the dark glass of the limo partition, his reflection distorted and hazy. The driver on the other side is reading a newspaper, and the radio is tuned to some R&B station. Thump, thump. Fair deal for him, he thinks. He gets an extra hour of pay, and we just sit here in the parking deck, no questions asked.
"Hmm, hey-" Dom leans over, fishing out the cigarettes in Elijah's shirt pocket, lights one, blowing the smoke out the window, opened to a slit. "Thanks, Lij. I owe you a pack."
Sean shakes his head and turns to watch Dom inhale the cigarette hard, his cheeks hollowing. "Picking up someone's habits? Anything else?"
"Hey, man, I love you, but not like that. Besides, he seems to like blowing you. You should sit back and enjoy it." Dom finishes up the cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray. "Lij, you got any weed?"
"Nnuhnn-" Elijah shakes his head, and goes back to work.
"Fuck." Dom presses the intercom. "Hey, man, you got any weed?"
Lij's back begins to shake with laughter, and he reaches a hand back, flipping Dom off.
"Yeah, I wish, but the Marathon Man here hasn't got off yet." Dom sits back, pushing his shirtsleeves up.
The intercom light blinks on. "How much you want, bro?"
Dom rubs his hands together, then pushes the button. "Oh, just kidding. Can't be toked up in front of a crowd." He looks over at the other two men just as Sean tenses up, and comes, shivering and grunting, softly stroking Elijah's cheek.
Dom grits his teeth as he sees their hands entwined, Lij's head resting on Sean's leg, and says nothing. "Smoke 'em if you got 'em," he mutters, lighting another cigarette, drawing on it hungrily, watching the lit end grow red-hot in the dim light of the limousine.