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Dreaming in a Coffee Cup (1/1)
Title: Dreaming in a Coffee Cup
Pairing: DomLijah
Rating: PG, nothing slashy.
Summary: A shorty. Dominic remembers why he moved in with Elijah. Elijah appreciates routine.
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Warning: None really. Not quite fluff. YAH. OH, ONE occurance of foul language. But I always write Dom swearing more than Elijah for some reason. Hah. Call it a british thing.
These guys still know how to make me write soppy (almost) slash. Taking all of an evening break from the world of Domlando.
Dreaming in a Coffee Cup.
The reason Dominic moved in with Elijah in the first place was because he wanted to experience something new. Los Angeles was beautiful, it was crazy, it was different and maybe, just maybe he wasn’t ready to let go of something that had come to end. An experience. An era in his life. That quite possibly had changed his life more expertly than puberty.
Dominic didn’t mind living in a confined space with Elijah. It didn’t take them long to adjust to each other’s routines and find their movements get in sync. Sure, it was corny. But their morning routine was set in stone.
Dominic usually woke up first. He would sleep in pyjama bottoms and nothing else all year round, and would pad from the couch he slept on into the kitchen, get the coffee going while popping bagels into the toaster. While he waited for the bagels, he’d make up two cups of coffee, taking one into Elijah’s room and setting it on the bedside table with a clunk.
Sometimes Elijah would stir, sometimes he wouldn’t. When he did, he’d reach up instinctively, grunt something which Dominic had learnt to interpret as a thank you, and grab the mug, barely lifting his head off of the pillow to sip from it. Dominic would smile, watching nothing but Elijah’s head and one arm slip from beneath the covers. Once Elijah had taken a sip, the cup would be replaced and he would sigh and sink against the pillow.
Dominic would leave, the bagels would be done, he’d eat one while looking out the window. The post would arrive, and he’d head outside and down the drive to the main mailbox to collect any for Elijah, and his own diverted mail. By the time he got back, Elijah was usually up wearing a towelling robe, sitting on the kitchen worktop, eating a bagel.
“Thanks for the coffee,” Elijah would say.
“Sure,” Dominic would smile, stepping around Elijah to tidy up the couch. Elijah would reach over and flip on the radio by the microwave, and while Dominic would fold and pile up the sheets he slept with, Elijah would hop off the counter, top up his coffee and head for a shower.
Dominic would grab another bagel. Sit on the couch. Turn on the TV. Would watch whatever channel had the best reception until Elijah came out. Then Dominic would head for a shower while Elijah took his place on the couch watching TV.
When Dominic came out, Elijah would lean over the back of the couch, his arms crossed and his chin resting on his hands.
“What do you want to do today, Dom?” he would ask. His smile would light up the world and Dominic would tuck his hands into his pockets, smiling instinctively back. He would shrug and Elijah would choose.
Dominic loved mornings.
Nothing changed for a long time. Months. A year even. Living so close together, moving around each other, having little to no privacy but although Dominic thought it would be weird, it wasn’t. Elijah never brought female company home for the night. Dominic didn’t either. He had never met anyone he liked. It didn’t mean he and Elijah wouldn’t look at girls when they would go out.
Strangely, they never got further than one of them pointing out a girl, and the other nodding. It almost felt like they were seeking approval. Who would be the first to bring back a girl?
It wasn’t all glory and sunshine. They had bad times; Elijah would take an hour to be at all reasonable in the morning, which would often clash with Dominic’s all round hyperactivity. Sometimes Elijah snapped and told Dominic to get out of his face. Dominic wouldn’t answer but would grab his coat and walk down to the Takeaway, and take his time eating his way through something or other. He would buy more and take it home for Elijah, knocking on his bedroom door. Minutes later, Elijah would open, see the paper bag and cock his head, his arms reaching around Dominic’s neck and pulling him close.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t mention it,” Dominic would smile, closing his eyes as they squeezed.
Sometimes it was Elijah’s turn. Dominic would feel homesick and Elijah could tell. He’d go very quiet. It was strange for Elijah to have the lack of the natural hum of Dominic in his flat. So when it was quiet, it made him ache. Usually Dominic would curl up at one end of the couch, a pillow in his lap and the corner tickling his chin. His eyes would go big and round; Elijah could think the corners were wet and he would lean over the back of the couch, running his fingertips through Dominic’s hair.
Dominic would smile. Elijah would lean forward until his chin was in Dominic’s hair and his hands would slip to Dominic’s shoulders. He would gently massage them while Dominic would let out a loud sigh.
“You okay?” Elijah would ask.
“Yeah.”
“Home sick?”
Dominic would pause, sighing again before shifting underneath Elijah’s chin.
“You want me to get you something? Why don’t you phone your Mom or something?”
“Nah, she’d only talk me into going home.”
This would always happen. Elijah would cringe inside but ask, “Well, why don’t you?”
“No,” Dominic would answer quickly. “Then I’d get homesick of this place.”
Elijah would laugh, they would remain silent and Elijah would give Dominic’s shoulders a squeeze before letting go, his fingers trailing across shoulder blades and he would head into the kitchen.
They kept a box of English Tea in the cupboard. Elijah had learnt how to make it just the way Dominic had grown used to. He’d make a cup, sitting down next to Dominic on the couch and Dominic would smile, take it and sip it with his eyes closed. Elijah would wonder what it was like to be homesick for your home country. He had never felt too homesick in New Zealand; only of his family. America was a country he felt went with him everywhere. He wondered if British people were different.
Next to him Dominic would sip his tea, sniffling a little and Elijah would reach out, resting a hand on his knee, tapping his fingertips every so often in a light gesture of comfort. It was enough, he knew. Dominic would perk up within half an hour and the pair would be playfully arguing over dinner for the rest of the evening.
Elijah didn’t think he could ever live alone again. It should have annoyed him when Dominic’s wet towel overlapped his dry one in the bathroom. Or that Dominic insisted on putting coasters everywhere, lecturing Elijah on sloppy America and their coffee cup rings. Elijah couldn’t understand Dominic’s obsession with a bitter, white sauce called salad cream. What was wrong with mayonnaise? Dominic said that Elijah’s love for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches escaped him, and if he took that to England, he’d be turned out onto the street.
It should have bothered Elijah when Dominic got cold sleeping on the couch in the winter, and would sneak into Elijah’s room for an extra blanket from the wardrobe. Elijah would hear the door clunk and it would wake him up, he would lie there for a few minutes, listening to Dominic trying to find the warmest one before throwing back a corner of his covers. No words were exchanged. Dominic would slide in, they would naturally roll away from each other and Elijah could feel his spine touch Dominic’s. He could feel Dominic breathing through his back. It would lure him into sleep. He would wake up with Dominic lying on his stomach, facing him and one hand reaching out towards Elijah’s side of the bed. Elijah would wake up first those mornings. He made certain he did. On mornings when Dominic got cold in the night, he made the coffee first.
It should have annoyed Elijah that his couch was no longer a couch. It was a seat and an unmade bed most of the time. Or there would be piles of sheets on the couch and no room to sit. Elijah didn’t find this annoying when Dominic would sit and watch TV, curled up against the sheets, and occasionally falling asleep with his feet tucked up underneath him with the TV on mute.
Dominic didn’t snore, but he often talked in his sleep. Sometimes Elijah could hear it from his room; could hear Dominic’s mutterings and rambles and he would lie and listen, in wonder at discontent sleep until Dominic settled. He learnt to know when Dominic was asleep. His own eyelids wouldn’t close until he was sure.
Elijah generally accepted that Dominic was his comfort zone and his stability. If they were going out, he would always step out of his room and Dominic would always be sitting on the couch. He would turn to look at him immediately without fail.
“What about this?” Elijah would ask, gesturing at the outfit.
Dominic would stare for a second before saying, “Nah, your blue shirt with the black stripey effect would look better.”
It should have bothered Elijah that Dominic knew his wardrobe better than he did himself. But all would become clear when Dominic would bounce into Elijah’s room, dressed for a night out and hold out his arms and say, “Am I looking sexy or what?”
Elijah would smile, shake his head and cross the room to leave, reaching to pat Dominic on the head.
“Good boy Dominic, good dog.”
On nights that Elijah couldn’t sleep, he would crunch the covers to under his chin and dream of being in love. He wondered if it felt like the feeling he had if he’d just met someone really famous, and it took him hours to stop ringing everyone to tell them and his chest would ache so much because it was so surreal… could it be like that?
Or would it be more like the feeling he had when he was desperate for ice cream, and he would open the freezer and there was a new tub just waiting for him? Would it feel like that sort of satisfaction? Or would it make him feel uneasy and unable to relax incase he missed a single second of being in love? Would it be so wonderful and so beautiful inside of him that he needed to be alert to it’s feeling all the time? Was it possible to forget that you were in love? You can’t feel weird and euphoric all the time with an aching chest and concentrate on work or a movie and sit and listen to a CD. Or did you feel different all the time and just get used to it?
Elijah smiled. If it felt like having ice cream, he was lucky. Dominic always bought ice cream home if he rented movies. Elijah guessed it was because he knew Americans loved ice cream and tended to eat it like most people breathed air. Dominic never let the freezer go empty of Ice Cream Comfort food. Good movie watching snack food. Elijah would never be without ice cream as long as Dominic was here.
Elijah knew he’d never be without love either.
He shuddered, pulling his sheets up higher incase he was cold. Elijah’s blood was boiling. He needed that ice cream. He rolled onto his side, tucking a hand under the pillow and sighing.
A quick glance at the clock revealed it was almost 3 o’clock in the morning. He held his breath, listening through the half shut door of his room… but silence. Dominic sounded asleep.
Sometimes Elijah would spend hours watching that door. He waited patiently all summer for the colder nights to begin, and then his eyes would not leave that door. He would sometimes mutter under his breath, beckoning Dominic inside to fetch that blanket and end up in his bed.
He watched it now. The night was quite mild. He ground his teeth, cursing the weather and rolling his eyes to the ceiling, suddenly feeling that he was going to cry. He wondered what other reasons Dominic could possibly need to come into his room for. Nothing really.
When Elijah wasn’t sleeping, he was wishing he was asleep. Waiting can be lonely and time consuming and it was better to sleep away the time. It was a disturbing thought to Elijah, when he realised that sleep has passed from replenishment, into passing away the time.
Often he was awake when Dominic came in with coffee. He merely pretended to be asleep so that Dominic would watch him adoringly, loving the sight of his best friend so warm and cosy and fluid with sleep. Elijah knew that Dominic looked. He knew that Dominic smiled, waiting until Elijah had finished that first sip and made some kind of acknowledgement.
One morning when Elijah reached up for the coffee on a morning that Dominic hadn’t been cold, his fingers glided across the back of Dominic’s hand. It made them both jump. Dominic set the mug down with a clunk, coffee splashing across his fingers. Elijah’s hand drew back as though he had touched hot coffee rather than Dominic’s skin. His fingertips burnt. He looked up through bleary eyes to see Dominic looking at him.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, trying to feel normal while ignoring the huge coffee ring on the counter and the lack of one of Dominic’s coasters.
That day seemed set for strange encounters. Their routines got confused and Dominic walked in on Elijah in the shower, stumbling away as Elijah squealed and reached for a towel. Dominic ducked his face behind a hand, backtracking and slamming the door with enough force to shake the wall. He raced to Elijah’s room for privacy, collapsing on the bed and hiding his face in embarrassment.
Next door, Elijah was standing in the shower, never having actually retrieved the towel. One hand pressed against cold tile to support himself. The other against the side of his face, feeling the deep heated blush fade. His face turned down to where the water was spiralling into the drain. Breathing hard and fast. Seeing nothing but Dominic’s eyes widened in alarm, but not before they had roamed Elijah’s body at least once. Elijah couldn’t breathe for his thoughts. He couldn’t breathe.
They avoided each other that day mostly. They made lunch independently. They couldn’t fail to notice that when they went to deposit their own uneaten lunch in the garbage disposal, there was already one meal in there. They would both be starving by dinnertime.
It took two days before Elijah woke up to coffee again. When he reached up, he found that his mumble of appreciation landed on an empty room. Dominic had set the cup down so silently that the noise that had awoken Elijah was the door closing.
Elijah bit his lip, feeling strangely sad.
The morning after that, Elijah found a foil wrapped chocolate mint beside his mug. He smiled, wishing he could hold it on his hand all day. But he didn’t want it to melt. Melt like his knees had days earlier when Dominic’s eyes had roamed him in the shower. Melt into a completely sordid state, never to be the same again.
Instead, he deposited it safely in his bedside drawer and later that day, he bought Dominic some lollypops. He left one in Dominic’s empty coffee mug for the next morning. When he came out of the shower, he found Dominic sitting on the couch, eating cereal with one hand and holding the lollypop with the other. Elijah watched him take a spoonful of cereal, chew, swallow and then pop the lolly in his mouth, eyes fastened to the TV screen.
“Eew, Dom, that’s gross,” Elijah chuckled.
Dominic just smiled, his cheek bulging. “Thank you.”
Elijah woke up one morning, gasping for breath, sheets around him sticking to the sweat all over his body, and dampness clinging to his crotch. He rolled his face into the pillow and sobbed dryly. By the time he had calmed down, he noticed cold coffee on the bedside table. Dominic hadn’t woke him up that morning. Elijah could only imagine why.
“What’s going on?” Dominic had asked that evening while they were eating popcorn and watching MTV.
“What do you mean?” Elijah had replied, switching the channel to HBO.
“Us. We’re all. Weird. And stuff.”
Elijah had sighed, setting aside his popcorn and nudging Dominic with his foot. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed. I left the heating on.”
He nodded to the fan heater in the corner. Dominic looked at it and nodded. He understood. It hurt Elijah to know he had. Dominic wouldn’t get cold tonight. It would cost Elijah probably a hundred dollars to run the heater all night but he didn’t care. His mind was still littered with the dreams from the night before. Dominic mostly. Even when he had awoken unable to breathe.
And so Elijah was puzzled when he awoke and it was still very dark. He checked; no coffee. Maybe the sun hadn’t risen that morning. Maybe it was the end of the world. Maybe the world had been cast in darkness forever. Was this his punishment? But, what was this… this was heaven. Warm lips pressed against the back of his neck. Elijah sighed.
“Dom…”
“You crazy, crazy idiot,” Dominic grunted, his arms slipping around Elijah from behind and pulling him close. “You absolute fucking idiot.”
“What are you doing here?” Elijah sighed, twisting in Dominic’s grasp to find comfort in the warmth. His eyes closed and a moan escaped his lips as he pressed back, feeling Dominic against the base of his spine.
“Couldn’t sleep out there. Was too hot.”
“Hmm. Too hot here too,” Elijah smirked, twisting his head to kiss the side of Dominic’s jaw.
Elijah didn’t miss coffee in the morning anymore. In fact, when he felt Dominic stir to get up to make coffee and have breakfast, Elijah would wiggle closer, tightening his hold and tempting Dominic with his body warmth.
But he knew he would never stop waking up to the smell of fresh coffee and Dominic. Never stop smelling it wherever he went and remembering. Would never stop reaching. Never stop touching. Would never again sleep alone. Never stop dreaming to the depth of his coffee cup, when Dominic would whisper nothings into his ear, holding him tight before pressing him onto the bed. Elijah licking his lips and tasting Dominic. And them falling asleep just to wake up together once again, just for the beauty of it.
Pairing: DomLijah
Rating: PG, nothing slashy.
Summary: A shorty. Dominic remembers why he moved in with Elijah. Elijah appreciates routine.
Disclaimer: FICTION.
Warning: None really. Not quite fluff. YAH. OH, ONE occurance of foul language. But I always write Dom swearing more than Elijah for some reason. Hah. Call it a british thing.
These guys still know how to make me write soppy (almost) slash. Taking all of an evening break from the world of Domlando.
Dreaming in a Coffee Cup.
The reason Dominic moved in with Elijah in the first place was because he wanted to experience something new. Los Angeles was beautiful, it was crazy, it was different and maybe, just maybe he wasn’t ready to let go of something that had come to end. An experience. An era in his life. That quite possibly had changed his life more expertly than puberty.
Dominic didn’t mind living in a confined space with Elijah. It didn’t take them long to adjust to each other’s routines and find their movements get in sync. Sure, it was corny. But their morning routine was set in stone.
Dominic usually woke up first. He would sleep in pyjama bottoms and nothing else all year round, and would pad from the couch he slept on into the kitchen, get the coffee going while popping bagels into the toaster. While he waited for the bagels, he’d make up two cups of coffee, taking one into Elijah’s room and setting it on the bedside table with a clunk.
Sometimes Elijah would stir, sometimes he wouldn’t. When he did, he’d reach up instinctively, grunt something which Dominic had learnt to interpret as a thank you, and grab the mug, barely lifting his head off of the pillow to sip from it. Dominic would smile, watching nothing but Elijah’s head and one arm slip from beneath the covers. Once Elijah had taken a sip, the cup would be replaced and he would sigh and sink against the pillow.
Dominic would leave, the bagels would be done, he’d eat one while looking out the window. The post would arrive, and he’d head outside and down the drive to the main mailbox to collect any for Elijah, and his own diverted mail. By the time he got back, Elijah was usually up wearing a towelling robe, sitting on the kitchen worktop, eating a bagel.
“Thanks for the coffee,” Elijah would say.
“Sure,” Dominic would smile, stepping around Elijah to tidy up the couch. Elijah would reach over and flip on the radio by the microwave, and while Dominic would fold and pile up the sheets he slept with, Elijah would hop off the counter, top up his coffee and head for a shower.
Dominic would grab another bagel. Sit on the couch. Turn on the TV. Would watch whatever channel had the best reception until Elijah came out. Then Dominic would head for a shower while Elijah took his place on the couch watching TV.
When Dominic came out, Elijah would lean over the back of the couch, his arms crossed and his chin resting on his hands.
“What do you want to do today, Dom?” he would ask. His smile would light up the world and Dominic would tuck his hands into his pockets, smiling instinctively back. He would shrug and Elijah would choose.
Dominic loved mornings.
Nothing changed for a long time. Months. A year even. Living so close together, moving around each other, having little to no privacy but although Dominic thought it would be weird, it wasn’t. Elijah never brought female company home for the night. Dominic didn’t either. He had never met anyone he liked. It didn’t mean he and Elijah wouldn’t look at girls when they would go out.
Strangely, they never got further than one of them pointing out a girl, and the other nodding. It almost felt like they were seeking approval. Who would be the first to bring back a girl?
It wasn’t all glory and sunshine. They had bad times; Elijah would take an hour to be at all reasonable in the morning, which would often clash with Dominic’s all round hyperactivity. Sometimes Elijah snapped and told Dominic to get out of his face. Dominic wouldn’t answer but would grab his coat and walk down to the Takeaway, and take his time eating his way through something or other. He would buy more and take it home for Elijah, knocking on his bedroom door. Minutes later, Elijah would open, see the paper bag and cock his head, his arms reaching around Dominic’s neck and pulling him close.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t mention it,” Dominic would smile, closing his eyes as they squeezed.
Sometimes it was Elijah’s turn. Dominic would feel homesick and Elijah could tell. He’d go very quiet. It was strange for Elijah to have the lack of the natural hum of Dominic in his flat. So when it was quiet, it made him ache. Usually Dominic would curl up at one end of the couch, a pillow in his lap and the corner tickling his chin. His eyes would go big and round; Elijah could think the corners were wet and he would lean over the back of the couch, running his fingertips through Dominic’s hair.
Dominic would smile. Elijah would lean forward until his chin was in Dominic’s hair and his hands would slip to Dominic’s shoulders. He would gently massage them while Dominic would let out a loud sigh.
“You okay?” Elijah would ask.
“Yeah.”
“Home sick?”
Dominic would pause, sighing again before shifting underneath Elijah’s chin.
“You want me to get you something? Why don’t you phone your Mom or something?”
“Nah, she’d only talk me into going home.”
This would always happen. Elijah would cringe inside but ask, “Well, why don’t you?”
“No,” Dominic would answer quickly. “Then I’d get homesick of this place.”
Elijah would laugh, they would remain silent and Elijah would give Dominic’s shoulders a squeeze before letting go, his fingers trailing across shoulder blades and he would head into the kitchen.
They kept a box of English Tea in the cupboard. Elijah had learnt how to make it just the way Dominic had grown used to. He’d make a cup, sitting down next to Dominic on the couch and Dominic would smile, take it and sip it with his eyes closed. Elijah would wonder what it was like to be homesick for your home country. He had never felt too homesick in New Zealand; only of his family. America was a country he felt went with him everywhere. He wondered if British people were different.
Next to him Dominic would sip his tea, sniffling a little and Elijah would reach out, resting a hand on his knee, tapping his fingertips every so often in a light gesture of comfort. It was enough, he knew. Dominic would perk up within half an hour and the pair would be playfully arguing over dinner for the rest of the evening.
Elijah didn’t think he could ever live alone again. It should have annoyed him when Dominic’s wet towel overlapped his dry one in the bathroom. Or that Dominic insisted on putting coasters everywhere, lecturing Elijah on sloppy America and their coffee cup rings. Elijah couldn’t understand Dominic’s obsession with a bitter, white sauce called salad cream. What was wrong with mayonnaise? Dominic said that Elijah’s love for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches escaped him, and if he took that to England, he’d be turned out onto the street.
It should have bothered Elijah when Dominic got cold sleeping on the couch in the winter, and would sneak into Elijah’s room for an extra blanket from the wardrobe. Elijah would hear the door clunk and it would wake him up, he would lie there for a few minutes, listening to Dominic trying to find the warmest one before throwing back a corner of his covers. No words were exchanged. Dominic would slide in, they would naturally roll away from each other and Elijah could feel his spine touch Dominic’s. He could feel Dominic breathing through his back. It would lure him into sleep. He would wake up with Dominic lying on his stomach, facing him and one hand reaching out towards Elijah’s side of the bed. Elijah would wake up first those mornings. He made certain he did. On mornings when Dominic got cold in the night, he made the coffee first.
It should have annoyed Elijah that his couch was no longer a couch. It was a seat and an unmade bed most of the time. Or there would be piles of sheets on the couch and no room to sit. Elijah didn’t find this annoying when Dominic would sit and watch TV, curled up against the sheets, and occasionally falling asleep with his feet tucked up underneath him with the TV on mute.
Dominic didn’t snore, but he often talked in his sleep. Sometimes Elijah could hear it from his room; could hear Dominic’s mutterings and rambles and he would lie and listen, in wonder at discontent sleep until Dominic settled. He learnt to know when Dominic was asleep. His own eyelids wouldn’t close until he was sure.
Elijah generally accepted that Dominic was his comfort zone and his stability. If they were going out, he would always step out of his room and Dominic would always be sitting on the couch. He would turn to look at him immediately without fail.
“What about this?” Elijah would ask, gesturing at the outfit.
Dominic would stare for a second before saying, “Nah, your blue shirt with the black stripey effect would look better.”
It should have bothered Elijah that Dominic knew his wardrobe better than he did himself. But all would become clear when Dominic would bounce into Elijah’s room, dressed for a night out and hold out his arms and say, “Am I looking sexy or what?”
Elijah would smile, shake his head and cross the room to leave, reaching to pat Dominic on the head.
“Good boy Dominic, good dog.”
On nights that Elijah couldn’t sleep, he would crunch the covers to under his chin and dream of being in love. He wondered if it felt like the feeling he had if he’d just met someone really famous, and it took him hours to stop ringing everyone to tell them and his chest would ache so much because it was so surreal… could it be like that?
Or would it be more like the feeling he had when he was desperate for ice cream, and he would open the freezer and there was a new tub just waiting for him? Would it feel like that sort of satisfaction? Or would it make him feel uneasy and unable to relax incase he missed a single second of being in love? Would it be so wonderful and so beautiful inside of him that he needed to be alert to it’s feeling all the time? Was it possible to forget that you were in love? You can’t feel weird and euphoric all the time with an aching chest and concentrate on work or a movie and sit and listen to a CD. Or did you feel different all the time and just get used to it?
Elijah smiled. If it felt like having ice cream, he was lucky. Dominic always bought ice cream home if he rented movies. Elijah guessed it was because he knew Americans loved ice cream and tended to eat it like most people breathed air. Dominic never let the freezer go empty of Ice Cream Comfort food. Good movie watching snack food. Elijah would never be without ice cream as long as Dominic was here.
Elijah knew he’d never be without love either.
He shuddered, pulling his sheets up higher incase he was cold. Elijah’s blood was boiling. He needed that ice cream. He rolled onto his side, tucking a hand under the pillow and sighing.
A quick glance at the clock revealed it was almost 3 o’clock in the morning. He held his breath, listening through the half shut door of his room… but silence. Dominic sounded asleep.
Sometimes Elijah would spend hours watching that door. He waited patiently all summer for the colder nights to begin, and then his eyes would not leave that door. He would sometimes mutter under his breath, beckoning Dominic inside to fetch that blanket and end up in his bed.
He watched it now. The night was quite mild. He ground his teeth, cursing the weather and rolling his eyes to the ceiling, suddenly feeling that he was going to cry. He wondered what other reasons Dominic could possibly need to come into his room for. Nothing really.
When Elijah wasn’t sleeping, he was wishing he was asleep. Waiting can be lonely and time consuming and it was better to sleep away the time. It was a disturbing thought to Elijah, when he realised that sleep has passed from replenishment, into passing away the time.
Often he was awake when Dominic came in with coffee. He merely pretended to be asleep so that Dominic would watch him adoringly, loving the sight of his best friend so warm and cosy and fluid with sleep. Elijah knew that Dominic looked. He knew that Dominic smiled, waiting until Elijah had finished that first sip and made some kind of acknowledgement.
One morning when Elijah reached up for the coffee on a morning that Dominic hadn’t been cold, his fingers glided across the back of Dominic’s hand. It made them both jump. Dominic set the mug down with a clunk, coffee splashing across his fingers. Elijah’s hand drew back as though he had touched hot coffee rather than Dominic’s skin. His fingertips burnt. He looked up through bleary eyes to see Dominic looking at him.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, trying to feel normal while ignoring the huge coffee ring on the counter and the lack of one of Dominic’s coasters.
That day seemed set for strange encounters. Their routines got confused and Dominic walked in on Elijah in the shower, stumbling away as Elijah squealed and reached for a towel. Dominic ducked his face behind a hand, backtracking and slamming the door with enough force to shake the wall. He raced to Elijah’s room for privacy, collapsing on the bed and hiding his face in embarrassment.
Next door, Elijah was standing in the shower, never having actually retrieved the towel. One hand pressed against cold tile to support himself. The other against the side of his face, feeling the deep heated blush fade. His face turned down to where the water was spiralling into the drain. Breathing hard and fast. Seeing nothing but Dominic’s eyes widened in alarm, but not before they had roamed Elijah’s body at least once. Elijah couldn’t breathe for his thoughts. He couldn’t breathe.
They avoided each other that day mostly. They made lunch independently. They couldn’t fail to notice that when they went to deposit their own uneaten lunch in the garbage disposal, there was already one meal in there. They would both be starving by dinnertime.
It took two days before Elijah woke up to coffee again. When he reached up, he found that his mumble of appreciation landed on an empty room. Dominic had set the cup down so silently that the noise that had awoken Elijah was the door closing.
Elijah bit his lip, feeling strangely sad.
The morning after that, Elijah found a foil wrapped chocolate mint beside his mug. He smiled, wishing he could hold it on his hand all day. But he didn’t want it to melt. Melt like his knees had days earlier when Dominic’s eyes had roamed him in the shower. Melt into a completely sordid state, never to be the same again.
Instead, he deposited it safely in his bedside drawer and later that day, he bought Dominic some lollypops. He left one in Dominic’s empty coffee mug for the next morning. When he came out of the shower, he found Dominic sitting on the couch, eating cereal with one hand and holding the lollypop with the other. Elijah watched him take a spoonful of cereal, chew, swallow and then pop the lolly in his mouth, eyes fastened to the TV screen.
“Eew, Dom, that’s gross,” Elijah chuckled.
Dominic just smiled, his cheek bulging. “Thank you.”
Elijah woke up one morning, gasping for breath, sheets around him sticking to the sweat all over his body, and dampness clinging to his crotch. He rolled his face into the pillow and sobbed dryly. By the time he had calmed down, he noticed cold coffee on the bedside table. Dominic hadn’t woke him up that morning. Elijah could only imagine why.
“What’s going on?” Dominic had asked that evening while they were eating popcorn and watching MTV.
“What do you mean?” Elijah had replied, switching the channel to HBO.
“Us. We’re all. Weird. And stuff.”
Elijah had sighed, setting aside his popcorn and nudging Dominic with his foot. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed. I left the heating on.”
He nodded to the fan heater in the corner. Dominic looked at it and nodded. He understood. It hurt Elijah to know he had. Dominic wouldn’t get cold tonight. It would cost Elijah probably a hundred dollars to run the heater all night but he didn’t care. His mind was still littered with the dreams from the night before. Dominic mostly. Even when he had awoken unable to breathe.
And so Elijah was puzzled when he awoke and it was still very dark. He checked; no coffee. Maybe the sun hadn’t risen that morning. Maybe it was the end of the world. Maybe the world had been cast in darkness forever. Was this his punishment? But, what was this… this was heaven. Warm lips pressed against the back of his neck. Elijah sighed.
“Dom…”
“You crazy, crazy idiot,” Dominic grunted, his arms slipping around Elijah from behind and pulling him close. “You absolute fucking idiot.”
“What are you doing here?” Elijah sighed, twisting in Dominic’s grasp to find comfort in the warmth. His eyes closed and a moan escaped his lips as he pressed back, feeling Dominic against the base of his spine.
“Couldn’t sleep out there. Was too hot.”
“Hmm. Too hot here too,” Elijah smirked, twisting his head to kiss the side of Dominic’s jaw.
Elijah didn’t miss coffee in the morning anymore. In fact, when he felt Dominic stir to get up to make coffee and have breakfast, Elijah would wiggle closer, tightening his hold and tempting Dominic with his body warmth.
But he knew he would never stop waking up to the smell of fresh coffee and Dominic. Never stop smelling it wherever he went and remembering. Would never stop reaching. Never stop touching. Would never again sleep alone. Never stop dreaming to the depth of his coffee cup, when Dominic would whisper nothings into his ear, holding him tight before pressing him onto the bed. Elijah licking his lips and tasting Dominic. And them falling asleep just to wake up together once again, just for the beauty of it.
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Write MORE, please?
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Thankyou!! *MWAH*
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I shall :D hehehehee. I AM writing more, trust me. :D hehehee *feels all gushy*
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Dominic said that Elijah’s love for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches escaped him, and if he took that to England, he’d be turned out onto the street.
It warmed my heart on a personal level. My fiance' is originally from the UK and I'm from here in the states, and we have had a similar conversation, so it just reminded me of him and made me feel all warm and gushy.
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Glad you liked it *beams*
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*HUGS*
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THANKYOU!!
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Oh and: Elijah watched him take a spoonful of cereal, chew, swallow and then pop the lolly in his mouth, eyes fastened to the TV screen.
“Eew, Dom, that’s gross,” Elijah chuckled.
Dominic just smiled, his cheek bulging. “Thank you
Some of your details are just too...perfect. Loved it.
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But thankyou so much for clicking. Your words mean SO much *hug*
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hahaha! i hate peanut butter.
anywho. brilliant ficcy! so sweet but not sappy, and perfectly adorable without being cutesey-wootsy. Yep. I'm done. *sigh*
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MWAH. Thankyou!
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It made me all warm and fuzzy and happy. And I'm smiling cause it's cute. And yeah. Yay DomLijah!!
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BUYAAAHH! *HUGS*
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now how about some dom/billy? heeee...
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And honey, you read my mind... *nods at coming along nicely fiction* muhahahaa.
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More like this please...I love DomLijah. I do read DomLando too but ooooh my this was fantastic!
Amy =)
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We're all going to hell :D
Thanks again!
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A Dom foursome.
*thud*
*sigh*
i loved it! and it was quite poetic too...spiff.
they're just TOO DAMN CUTE!
hehe...
O_O more...bitte bitte?
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And ya ya, das is richtig. Ich schreibe eine kleine... fiction hahahaa.
NevermindIDontSpeakGermanWell.
*HUG* Thankyou for commenting!!
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You have no idea how long I've been waiting for a Dom-Crawls-into-Elijah's-bed fic!
*bows*
*grovels*
*worships*
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*LOVES yOU TOO* Thankyou for commenting!!!
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(woops, got a little typing happy) Good job!
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*Dances* DomBilly is annoying me. It wishes to be mastered muhahahahaa!
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[sigh]
*adds comfort!fic list*
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