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One and One Quarter Inch.
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Title: One and One Quarter Inch
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sophie_grace
Pairing: DM/EW
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer: This is all a big fat lie that I am in no way receiving monetary compensation for.
Feedback: I've ended up spending a bit of time on this one, and through the process became slightly attached to it. So feedback is greatly appreciated.
Notes: Beta'd by the lovelywilldirect4food. A huge thanks to her for being so supportive and helpful and patient, and for the title.
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domlijah.
There's a dripping from the faucet that Elijah is sure has been going for days. Constant, with a steady rhythm that bores deep inside of him, to the marrow of his bones until all that exists is the sound of one, solitary drop of water after another, slamming against ceramic.
The phone rings but he doesn't move.
"Elijah, it's me, Billy. I'm just... calling to check in. Why aren't you taking calls? We really need to have a chat... please pick up."
It's silent for a moment.
"Well, you know how to reach me."
On a different day, Elijah would have smiled at Billy’s concern. He would have called him back and told him everything, taking comfort in Billy’s nod of understanding, almost able to hear it through the line.
But not today.
Elijah pulls the sheet over his head and folds his knees to his chest.
There are moments Elijah will never forget. He replays them over and over in his head to the rhythm of the faucet.
Drip.
"So, you're the ring bearer?"
Elijah laughs nervously. "Well, one of them anyway. Elijah Wood." He sticks out his hand and the man takes it.
"Dominic Monaghan. I'll be providing my services as Merry, the gayest of all Hobbits."
His clothes are wrinkled and his hair is a wreck- but he smiles, crooked, and there's something almost magnetic about it.
Elijah laughs again. "Well, it's very nice to meet you. It looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together."
Dom claps Elijah on the back and smiles that crooked smile again.
"Yes, it would seem so."
Drip.
"You've got to tell him, mate."
Elijah is caught off guard and he nearly chokes on his beer.
"Tell who, what?"
"Oh come off it."
Elijah’s chest begins to thump and he widens his eyes, attempting to play innocent.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
"When you look at him... when you think no one else is looking, that is... your eyes kind of glaze over."
"So?"
"And you bite your bottom lip. There's only one reason a man bites his bottom lip, Elijah. Well... there are other reasons but they don't usually happen in the middle of a crowded room. Anyway, you were doing it, just now." Billy dramatically chews on his bottom lip and puts on an Oscar-worthy pair of doe-eyes.
"Billy, I wasn't..."
Billy cuts him off. "Elijah. Who are you talking to, here?"
Elijah lets his eyes focus on the brown liquid in his mug. He swirls it around a few times, considering how to gracefully end this conversation. He gives up.
"Even if... you know. You're right-"
"Which I am."
Elijah shoots him a glare. "Even if you're right... you see him over there? He's practically fornicating with that little redhead on the dance floor."
Billy sighs a smile. "Oh, Elijah, you've got a lot to learn about our friend, Mr. Monaghan." He stands up, "I'm going to the bar. Y'need another?"
Elijah shakes his head but Billy is already heading toward the bar.
"Billy! So why should I?"
Billy doesn't even turn around, he just laughs and yells over his shoulder, "Because he bites his lip too, Elijah."
Drip.
"I am the master of the universe!" Dominic throws his controller and dramatically beats on his chest.
Elijah rolls his eyes. "That phrase is so cliché. And no you're not. Beating me once out of twenty times does not mean you are the master of the universe. It means you got lucky."
Dom laughs. "No, it means I'm about to get lucky. Pay up, Doodle."
Elijah rolls his eyes again, more dramatically this time. He was used to Dom’s warped sense of humor by now. "I never agreed to those terms, Dominic."
"Oh, yes you did."
"It doesn't even matter, because I beat you 19 times before this."
"Don't change the subject."
"What subject? This is not even a subject for discussion. You won five percent of the time. If anyone is getting a blowjob, it's me. Or I can give you five percent of one, if you'd like."
Dominic gets a mischievous look in his eyes. "Or, I could give you ninety-five percent of one."
Elijah giggles. "I don't know which is worse."
"Alright, alright. How about a drink then, to celebrate a mutual victory?" He's already on his way to the kitchen.
Elijah nods and yells, "A drink, to celebrate a mutual yet totally unequal victory in which I was clearly the more victorious." Before Elijah realizes, he is on the ground.
"You! Wanker. I am the master of the universe!"
Elijah's high pitched giggle drowns out whatever Dom says next and they struggle, rolling over one another, kicking and wrestling until the clear victor emerges.
Elijah is pinned, wrists to the floor, hips between Dom's legs.
"Say it!"
He's still giggling and struggling but all of Dom's weight is pressed against him and he can't move.
Dom moves his face closer to Elijah's, letting off a little pressure from Elijah's midsection.
"Say it! Dominic Monaghan is the master of the universe!"
Elijah is about to use the weight shift to his advantage when he opens his eyes and it's clear something has changed. Dom's grip on his wrists is still firm but his face has softened. His breathing has changed and he just stares, biting his bottom lip.
'Oh Jesus,' Elijah thinks. He isn't sure what to do but can't move now even if he wanted to; so he just lays there, staring back.
"I, um..." He's not sure what he was going to say but it doesn't matter because now Dom closes the inches between them and his lips are on Elijah's.
It's slow and Elijah drinks it in, allowing Dom to lead. Dom catches Elijah’s top lip with his own, and he can feel Dom’s uneven breath on his face. He lazily plants kisses all around Elijah’s mouth, moving away between each, as if to take a moment to catch his breath and consider whether to resume. He runs his tongue along the length of Elijah’s top lip, slowly testing, learning, before Elijah opens his mouth and grants him full accesss. He explores and probes and tastes until until suddenly he is gone and the cool air rushes in to replace him. Elijah opens his mouth to protest, but it comes out a moan because now Dom is on the hollow of his throat, teeth against stubble. Elijah can feel him smile and exhale a little laugh. His wrists are still firm to the floor but Elijah moves his hips involuntarily, creating a rhythm that matches Dom's as he trails little circles down Elijah's neck.
When Dom reaches his collar bone Elijah is drunk with the sweetness of it all and he is barely conscious of the phone ringing.
Dom jumps, though, as if the sound has jarred him from a dream; in a split second, he is on his feet. Before Elijah can react, Dom has grabbed his coat and headed for the door. He turns around but doesn't look at Elijah. He keeps his eyes to the ground and rubs the back of his neck with his palm.
"Elijah, I..."
This time it's Elijah whose reflexes take over. Before Dominic can finish his sentence, Elijah is on his feet. He plants one palm squarely in the middle of Dom's chest and shoves him against the door. Quickly, before he can change his mind, he kisses him. Hard this time, his tongue insistent, barely giving Dom time to breath.
Without warning, Dom places a hand on each of Elijah's shoulders and shoves.
"Elijah. I... I’m sorry. I've got to go."
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Memories. Vivid and blinding but he can't stop them. They just keep coming and coming; so he closes his eyes to the light and continues to recount them. He does this until he can no longer distinguish one from another. They mold together and hang like a drop of water suspended permanently above him, waiting for absolution. It grows and bulges and something about it is frightening, like when it finally falls, when it's finally released and it all comes crashing down, it will drown him.
He can't focus. Drops keep coming and they keep growing and they hang there like a tidal wave, ready to take him down, until he's suddenly aware of someone else in the room.
He doesn't even need to look. 'Billy,' he thinks.
Billy doesn't say anything, just walks to the bed. He sits down, but Elijah still doesn't roll over. He carefully shifts his body, throws his legs onto the mattress and stretches out next to Elijah. He scoots one arm below Elijah's neck, wraps it around his chest and Elijah feels a body mold into his own.
Elijah opens his eyes. There is a pale, delicate wrist clutching his chest and it's clad in leather and rubber hands.
Dom.
The drop falls. Elijah can see it descending upon him and he takes a deep breath but it's too late. He can almost hear it crashing on his head, like he's being pounded into the ocean floor. His lungs fill with water, thick like his memories and he can't breathe.
“Elijah…we need to talk.”
Elijah thinks of a million things he wants to say: questions, confessions, apologies, but he can’t force them out. They’re trapped, swimming in the water inside his lungs.
"I feel like I'm drowning."
Dom considers this for a moment then places his other hand firmly on Elijah's hip, protectively curling his slender fingers around the bone.
"I'll save you."
Elijah takes Dom's hand and wraps it fully around his waist, pulling him closer until he can feel breath on the back of his neck. The ocean calms and Elijah allows Dom's breathing to regulate his own.
"I know," and he smiles to himself. "You are the master of the universe."
Title: One and One Quarter Inch
Author:
sophie_gracePairing: DM/EW
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer: This is all a big fat lie that I am in no way receiving monetary compensation for.
Feedback: I've ended up spending a bit of time on this one, and through the process became slightly attached to it. So feedback is greatly appreciated.
Notes: Beta'd by the lovely
willdirect4food. A huge thanks to her for being so supportive and helpful and patient, and for the title.X-Posted to
domlijah.There's a dripping from the faucet that Elijah is sure has been going for days. Constant, with a steady rhythm that bores deep inside of him, to the marrow of his bones until all that exists is the sound of one, solitary drop of water after another, slamming against ceramic.
The phone rings but he doesn't move.
"Elijah, it's me, Billy. I'm just... calling to check in. Why aren't you taking calls? We really need to have a chat... please pick up."
It's silent for a moment.
"Well, you know how to reach me."
On a different day, Elijah would have smiled at Billy’s concern. He would have called him back and told him everything, taking comfort in Billy’s nod of understanding, almost able to hear it through the line.
But not today.
Elijah pulls the sheet over his head and folds his knees to his chest.
There are moments Elijah will never forget. He replays them over and over in his head to the rhythm of the faucet.
Drip.
"So, you're the ring bearer?"
Elijah laughs nervously. "Well, one of them anyway. Elijah Wood." He sticks out his hand and the man takes it.
"Dominic Monaghan. I'll be providing my services as Merry, the gayest of all Hobbits."
His clothes are wrinkled and his hair is a wreck- but he smiles, crooked, and there's something almost magnetic about it.
Elijah laughs again. "Well, it's very nice to meet you. It looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together."
Dom claps Elijah on the back and smiles that crooked smile again.
"Yes, it would seem so."
Drip.
"You've got to tell him, mate."
Elijah is caught off guard and he nearly chokes on his beer.
"Tell who, what?"
"Oh come off it."
Elijah’s chest begins to thump and he widens his eyes, attempting to play innocent.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
"When you look at him... when you think no one else is looking, that is... your eyes kind of glaze over."
"So?"
"And you bite your bottom lip. There's only one reason a man bites his bottom lip, Elijah. Well... there are other reasons but they don't usually happen in the middle of a crowded room. Anyway, you were doing it, just now." Billy dramatically chews on his bottom lip and puts on an Oscar-worthy pair of doe-eyes.
"Billy, I wasn't..."
Billy cuts him off. "Elijah. Who are you talking to, here?"
Elijah lets his eyes focus on the brown liquid in his mug. He swirls it around a few times, considering how to gracefully end this conversation. He gives up.
"Even if... you know. You're right-"
"Which I am."
Elijah shoots him a glare. "Even if you're right... you see him over there? He's practically fornicating with that little redhead on the dance floor."
Billy sighs a smile. "Oh, Elijah, you've got a lot to learn about our friend, Mr. Monaghan." He stands up, "I'm going to the bar. Y'need another?"
Elijah shakes his head but Billy is already heading toward the bar.
"Billy! So why should I?"
Billy doesn't even turn around, he just laughs and yells over his shoulder, "Because he bites his lip too, Elijah."
Drip.
"I am the master of the universe!" Dominic throws his controller and dramatically beats on his chest.
Elijah rolls his eyes. "That phrase is so cliché. And no you're not. Beating me once out of twenty times does not mean you are the master of the universe. It means you got lucky."
Dom laughs. "No, it means I'm about to get lucky. Pay up, Doodle."
Elijah rolls his eyes again, more dramatically this time. He was used to Dom’s warped sense of humor by now. "I never agreed to those terms, Dominic."
"Oh, yes you did."
"It doesn't even matter, because I beat you 19 times before this."
"Don't change the subject."
"What subject? This is not even a subject for discussion. You won five percent of the time. If anyone is getting a blowjob, it's me. Or I can give you five percent of one, if you'd like."
Dominic gets a mischievous look in his eyes. "Or, I could give you ninety-five percent of one."
Elijah giggles. "I don't know which is worse."
"Alright, alright. How about a drink then, to celebrate a mutual victory?" He's already on his way to the kitchen.
Elijah nods and yells, "A drink, to celebrate a mutual yet totally unequal victory in which I was clearly the more victorious." Before Elijah realizes, he is on the ground.
"You! Wanker. I am the master of the universe!"
Elijah's high pitched giggle drowns out whatever Dom says next and they struggle, rolling over one another, kicking and wrestling until the clear victor emerges.
Elijah is pinned, wrists to the floor, hips between Dom's legs.
"Say it!"
He's still giggling and struggling but all of Dom's weight is pressed against him and he can't move.
Dom moves his face closer to Elijah's, letting off a little pressure from Elijah's midsection.
"Say it! Dominic Monaghan is the master of the universe!"
Elijah is about to use the weight shift to his advantage when he opens his eyes and it's clear something has changed. Dom's grip on his wrists is still firm but his face has softened. His breathing has changed and he just stares, biting his bottom lip.
'Oh Jesus,' Elijah thinks. He isn't sure what to do but can't move now even if he wanted to; so he just lays there, staring back.
"I, um..." He's not sure what he was going to say but it doesn't matter because now Dom closes the inches between them and his lips are on Elijah's.
It's slow and Elijah drinks it in, allowing Dom to lead. Dom catches Elijah’s top lip with his own, and he can feel Dom’s uneven breath on his face. He lazily plants kisses all around Elijah’s mouth, moving away between each, as if to take a moment to catch his breath and consider whether to resume. He runs his tongue along the length of Elijah’s top lip, slowly testing, learning, before Elijah opens his mouth and grants him full accesss. He explores and probes and tastes until until suddenly he is gone and the cool air rushes in to replace him. Elijah opens his mouth to protest, but it comes out a moan because now Dom is on the hollow of his throat, teeth against stubble. Elijah can feel him smile and exhale a little laugh. His wrists are still firm to the floor but Elijah moves his hips involuntarily, creating a rhythm that matches Dom's as he trails little circles down Elijah's neck.
When Dom reaches his collar bone Elijah is drunk with the sweetness of it all and he is barely conscious of the phone ringing.
Dom jumps, though, as if the sound has jarred him from a dream; in a split second, he is on his feet. Before Elijah can react, Dom has grabbed his coat and headed for the door. He turns around but doesn't look at Elijah. He keeps his eyes to the ground and rubs the back of his neck with his palm.
"Elijah, I..."
This time it's Elijah whose reflexes take over. Before Dominic can finish his sentence, Elijah is on his feet. He plants one palm squarely in the middle of Dom's chest and shoves him against the door. Quickly, before he can change his mind, he kisses him. Hard this time, his tongue insistent, barely giving Dom time to breath.
Without warning, Dom places a hand on each of Elijah's shoulders and shoves.
"Elijah. I... I’m sorry. I've got to go."
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Memories. Vivid and blinding but he can't stop them. They just keep coming and coming; so he closes his eyes to the light and continues to recount them. He does this until he can no longer distinguish one from another. They mold together and hang like a drop of water suspended permanently above him, waiting for absolution. It grows and bulges and something about it is frightening, like when it finally falls, when it's finally released and it all comes crashing down, it will drown him.
He can't focus. Drops keep coming and they keep growing and they hang there like a tidal wave, ready to take him down, until he's suddenly aware of someone else in the room.
He doesn't even need to look. 'Billy,' he thinks.
Billy doesn't say anything, just walks to the bed. He sits down, but Elijah still doesn't roll over. He carefully shifts his body, throws his legs onto the mattress and stretches out next to Elijah. He scoots one arm below Elijah's neck, wraps it around his chest and Elijah feels a body mold into his own.
Elijah opens his eyes. There is a pale, delicate wrist clutching his chest and it's clad in leather and rubber hands.
Dom.
The drop falls. Elijah can see it descending upon him and he takes a deep breath but it's too late. He can almost hear it crashing on his head, like he's being pounded into the ocean floor. His lungs fill with water, thick like his memories and he can't breathe.
“Elijah…we need to talk.”
Elijah thinks of a million things he wants to say: questions, confessions, apologies, but he can’t force them out. They’re trapped, swimming in the water inside his lungs.
"I feel like I'm drowning."
Dom considers this for a moment then places his other hand firmly on Elijah's hip, protectively curling his slender fingers around the bone.
"I'll save you."
Elijah takes Dom's hand and wraps it fully around his waist, pulling him closer until he can feel breath on the back of his neck. The ocean calms and Elijah allows Dom's breathing to regulate his own.
"I know," and he smiles to himself. "You are the master of the universe."
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It was exactly what I needed.
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I let out the breath I'd been holding all the way through when I got to that line (thankfully, as passing out isn't a pleasant option). This was lovely - despite sweetness of the first meeting and Billy as the little catalyst, there was this tension all the way through, and I was just waiting for it to all fall apart. And when it didn't, well. That was just a lovely ending.
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I haven't been around for a few days and this is the first thing I've read after a mini-hiatus. Lovely lovely. Very cute. I'm not really with it so that's as coherant as you're gonna get, but it's lovely. Thanks for posting. :)
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