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pt. 3 Slightly Crooked
Title: "Slightly Crooked"
Part: 3/? DM/SA, SA/EW
Author: Diamond (juweldom@yahoo.com )
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
Pairings: Multiple Pairs for series.
Category: Romance, Angst, a lot of PWP
Archive: just ask.
Disclaimer: I do not know the actors and make no claims about their lifestyles or sexual preferences. This is purely fictional for entertainment purposes and no money is being made. Again--it might be true, but if it is, I sure as heck don't know the details!
Summary: The title says it all--it's a crooked path for crooked people to find love.
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*Crooked*: Webster's Dictionary: 1. Not straight. 2. Dishonest.
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--Dom--
It all started with Astin.
He was the one Dom was most excited to be working with-heh, little "Mikey" was going to be Sam; wouldn't that just tear it all? With the shock of getting the role of Merry on the tale end of filming Monsignor Renard, there wasn't really time to indulge in his fantasies of meeting Sean much--he'd wanted to go rent a bunch of movies of all his cast members to check out their work but he barely had time to pack, break it off with his lover (girlfriend was too serious a word for what she was to him) and get on a plane to New Zealand.
He'd seen "Rudy", of course. American football. What a crock. But it was a decent movie, thanks to Sean's lovely sweetness in his smile and those soulful hazel eyes. Encino Man? Almost couldn't sit through that one, though he rather liked the part where Sean was digging the pool--a sudden flash of muscle in his biceps which instantly sent flashes of heat through him. Okay. So he had a bit of a crush. And he was going to be working with him.
Not time to panic yet.
First meeting went . . . oh . . . not too bloody well. Sean was friendly--*really* friendly. Dom walked in--he'd been running late, fucking stupid alarm, and trying to choke down something with caffeine (pop, since he didn't have time to grab coffee), and then suddenly he was being engulfed by warm arms and those hazel eyes were melting his bones. He barely had time to recover from that before Billy and Elijah were stepping up to give him hugs as well, more energetic, more awkward, and last a pat on the back from Peter. The first meeting was pretty much a blur; he'd just been so damned nervous and jet-lagged and high on sugar and caffeine.
The only thing he really remembered was his opening comment to Sean. "Big fan of your work, there Sean--now guess we're the new Goonies, eh?" Ugh, had he been daft? Had to have been the jet lag, shell shock, bloody fucking starstruck girl, he was. He'd made an utter arse of himself from the start.
Other than that, Billy came off as immediately easy to talk to; and of course Elijah's beauty hit him pretty early on--shit, how could it not? Eighteen years old and ready to break a million hearts by the look of it, yet he was so damned *normal*--well, you know, that wasn't exactly the right word. Elijah was a complete geek, but in a good sort of way. Interesting. Dangerously interesting. Best stay back a little from him--Dom would likely end up seducing the boy and have him crying 'foul', that he'd been used. None of them knew Dom's past; that he was into partnerships his Manchester mates wouldn't have approved of. Bloody hell.
Once training got underway and things started to settle in, Dom found Billy was really his best friend--most similar in background, and a really sweet man--totally laid back and yet utterly meticulous about work, heh, and his living space. Good balance and fun to flirt with too. Not that Dom meant anything serious by it. He just loved to play the game. Didn't matter who. And Billy liked to play back. What a mate.
Dom didn't really mean to involve Sean. Not at first, anyway. Sean was straight--he was married after all! Except that Dom noticed Sean seemed to have an eye for Elijah. More than an eye, actually--two, and a couple of hands as well. Dom watched them together, how Sean used every excuse possible to touch Elijah--he was a huggy person anyway, but Dom noted that 'Lij seemed to get more than his share. And he wasn't even flirting for it--or if he was, it was so natural and unconscious you couldn't tell. At any rate he didn't think Sean thought he was being lured.
Which meant maybe Sean was into guys as well.
Which meant maybe Dom had a chance for something--anything--with him. He wasn't asking for a bloody relationship--not even a fuck. Just a little indulging in mutual pleasures. His homage to a good actor and hopefully great friend. All he had to do was get Sean's eyes off Elijah.
A game of footie--Wellington's team wouldn't compete with Man U, but it was sports. He knew Sean liked sports--all sports, as he played golf here, had played softball back home, and as he followed all the American sports fairly religiously. But not football--*real* football. Dom would introduce him. And make it unforgettable.
He brought it up over lunch one day--a rather late lunch as it had been a hell of a morning. The trainer kept Sean and Elijah late in the gym--Dom almost thought maybe Sean had made a move; he was paying more attention than ever, glancing over at Elijah while eating his meal, but 'Lij was totally oblivious, feeding his face as if food were the most important thing in the world. Cheeky git. Probably didn't have a clue what was going on. Probably a virgin too. Poor princess.
And Sean said yes. So it didn't matter if he kept trying to get Elijah alone to talk to him the rest of the afternoon and that evening at Billy's, heh, and it almost seemed Elijah was avoiding him a little. And the imp had given Dom a strange look at lunch too; Dom had done just a little bit of flirting, hugging Sean, and then there's Elijah with a warning look, like "Bloke, don't flirt--he really *is* a poofter!" Hee. So maybe something *almost* happened and Wood was feeling a little awkward now. Even better.
Dom arranged to pick up Sean at 2pm so he wouldn't have to brave the New Zealand roads (and so Dom could freely supply the beer to him) and could just relax and enjoy the day. Elijah was taking Billy out to do some "emergency shopping for music". With 'Lij's passion for CD stores, that pretty much tied up the afternoon. Absolutely fucking perfect.
So Saturday found Dom and Sean sitting just off center, midway up the stands, drinking local beer and shouting up a good support for the home team. Dom tried to explain some of the finer points of the game while Sean laughed and said it was all a bit boring compared to American football as he worked on his third beer, looking very relaxed in a dark T-shirt and jeans with a sweatshirt wrapped around that little bit of extra girth he was so shy about. He looked fucking fabulous to Dom's mind.
"But I'm glad to be watching any kind of a sport," Sean said after a near goal and one hell of a block by the Wellington goalie. His face was flushed with the drink and he used his hands as he talked, which didn't work all that great when holding an open bottle.
Dom yelped as a splash of beer hit his thigh. "Shit, Sean; that's fucking cold!"
"Oh, sorry! But anyways it's nice to get out. Christine isn't much into sports. Nice chance to spend time with you too, Dom. I know we've tended to stay in our character pairings. It's nice to switch around a little." He took another swallow, throwing his head back. Dom forgot to swallow for a moment, his throat going dry. He suddenly had to adjust himself in his jeans. "Good day for it, too. Me and 'Lij--"
Sean suddenly stopped, like he'd said too much, and began concentrating on the game in a rather obvious way. Dom almost laughed. Sean was so honest, so bleeding wholesome. Hell, such sweetness deserved a hug. Dom gave him a quick one, and a kiss on the ear. "Sean, it's no problem, mate. So what's with 'Lij?"
Sean had grinned and playfully pushed him away at the kiss; now he blushed. Dom wasn't sure if it was because of his flirting (but hell, he'd kissed Billy on the mouth the other day and Sean had hardly blinked) or because of whatever happened with Elijah. Sean took another long swallow, shaking his head, smiling. "Oh, uh, he said something, and I said something back--something kind of awkward. I'm sure we'll be over it in a couple of days."
Dom grinned. He could just imagine it. "What, 'Lij try to hit on you or something?" He noticed Sean had finished his beer and handed him his own--Dom wanted to remember this. No alcohol was needed, thanks love. He was just perfect sitting here next to Sean.
Sean hardly noted the change in bottles, though one was a light amber and the other dark--and both fucking stronger than American pisswater. Yep, Dom was sure he was drunk. "Uh, yeah--well, no, not exactly. He just let something slip and I actually kind of hit on him . . . oh hell, I shouldn't be telling you this, Dom; it will only make things weird for all of us. Now tell me again that move the guy made there, number 23, and I'll try to explain punting to you. Again." Sean shifted in his seat, leaning forward, away from Dom. Clearly uncomfortable. Well that would never do.
"It's not a problem, mate. Really, Sean--I'm not an innocent, you understand? Don't be afraid to tell me; I'm sure I've heard it before. I'm just a little surprised. Didn't expect your tastes to run that way." Dom leaned forward and tentatively laid a hand on Sean's broad back. He couldn't help massaging it just a little--muscle, moving beneath his hands, all solid muscle. His stomach clenched tight with desire; shit a few moments of this and his cock would be as hard as a fucking golf club.
Sean continued to watch the game--they were well into the second half and neither side had scored yet; fucking brutal, those Kiwi players. Dom was impressed, but since it wasn't *his* team, he could miss a little of the action and not particularly care. Especially when he felt Sean beginning to lean back against his massaging fingers. Dom just did a quick check to be sure others weren't watching--no worry. The locals were totally into the game.
"You know my brother's bi, right?" Sean said so low, Dom had to lean close to hear him.
"No, I didn't." Was this going where he hoped it was? Dom was leaning close enough to smell the soap Sean used, see the pulse hammering in his throat; their legs were touching on the bench, hip to thigh. And the hard seat was starting to become uncomfortable; hoped he wouldn’t need to stand soon. Fucking tight jeans; should've just worn sweats. Of course, those came with another problem; visibility.
"Yeah, well he is. I don't consider myself bi, really, but . . . what can I say. There are exceptions. Elijah's one of them." Sean looked rather miserable, all of a sudden. Dom couldn't blame him; so the little imp *was* breaking hearts already. He just knew it; knew he couldn't trust someone who seemed so nice and interesting and beautiful. An angry little ache burned in his chest, but he ignored it.
Instead he concentrated on Sean, clasping hold of his hand, squeezing it in sympathy. "I understand. Fuck; he's pretty as a girl anyway."
Sean shook his head, waving his hands. Dom had to rescue the bottle before it spilled. A shout from the crowed around him warned him that he had missed something big; he turned his attention to the field just in time to see the score sign change. Goal.
"Oh, fuck, I missed it!" he cried, and took a good swallow from the bottle before handing it back to Sean. Sean had suddenly gone inward. Dom nudged him and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Sorry, mate. You were saying?"
"It's not about looks, if you can believe that. I dunno--I'm just drawn. Maybe getting too close to my character, but no, I don't think that's it. I really don't know. There's just something . . . there. I don't even understand it myself, so I can't explain it." Sean threw up his hands, and that was it; Dom was showered in beer. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry. Think I'm a little drunk." Sean stood and tried to wipe Dom off with his sweatshirt and bare hands, grinning sheepishly. Dom was too busy laughing to tell him off, adorable fucker, and as his hands moved over Dom's chest in a firm stroke before Sean pulled them back, Dom thought for a moment he was going to jump him, right there in the stands. Strong hands; even with that brief touch, he'd felt that. Hell, and it was November, and fucking warm outside too. Tempting to simply remove the shirt, but he didn't feel comfortable doing it here.
He checked the game clock. Two minutes left of play, one nothing, home team. Ah, fuck it. The game had served it's purpose; this wasn't the World Cup. Time to blow. "Think you'll be ok to walk to the car?" he said right in Sean's ear. The fans were starting to get noisy as the clock ticked down.
Sean nodded, but swayed into Dom, nearly toppling them both. Dom steered him down the steps of the stands, keeping a hold on him to guide him out of the stadium and into the parking lot. Sean threw an arm around his shoulder and nearly squeezed the life out of him in a fierce hug.
"Thanks so much for everything, Dom. For listening and all. You're a good friend."
"No problem." They were almost to the car. Should he make a move soon, or was Sean now too gone to appreciate it? Should he just kiss him and get it over with? The arm was nice; god all of him felt nice. Dom just wanted to melt into him, press his whole body . . . okay, control. Control was good. Never mind the fact it felt like he had a brick in his jeans.
They reached the car and Sean slid into the passenger side (after first heading to the wrong side of the car and complaining how everything was backwards here) while Dom started the motor and debated the unbelievably cute (and drunk) mate sitting next to him. Just over the emergency brake there, and he could pounce on him . . . and Sean was sitting with his legs thrown wide open . . . oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Dom began leaning over, trying to get the courage to move the few extra inches necessary and taste those lips, cherry red from the heat and the beer, when Sean turned and looked straight at him. He froze. "Uh, Dom, would you mind--that is, Christine won't really . . . Can I crash at your place for a few hours? Until I'm not so drunk any more?"
Dom's mouth worked but for a moment nothing came out. Oh, fuck and another fuck fuck. This was more than he'd imagined possible. Would he? Could he? Just how far should he take things here? It was a little lopsided, him being painfully sober now, and Sean absolutely fucking pissed and all, but shit. It was simply too good a thing to pass up.
"Sure, mate. Stay for as long as you want."
He hoped (but not without a sense of panic) that it would be all night.
*****
TBC
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Part: 3/? DM/SA, SA/EW
Author: Diamond (juweldom@yahoo.com )
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
Pairings: Multiple Pairs for series.
Category: Romance, Angst, a lot of PWP
Archive: just ask.
Disclaimer: I do not know the actors and make no claims about their lifestyles or sexual preferences. This is purely fictional for entertainment purposes and no money is being made. Again--it might be true, but if it is, I sure as heck don't know the details!
Summary: The title says it all--it's a crooked path for crooked people to find love.
*****
*Crooked*: Webster's Dictionary: 1. Not straight. 2. Dishonest.
*****
--Dom--
It all started with Astin.
He was the one Dom was most excited to be working with-heh, little "Mikey" was going to be Sam; wouldn't that just tear it all? With the shock of getting the role of Merry on the tale end of filming Monsignor Renard, there wasn't really time to indulge in his fantasies of meeting Sean much--he'd wanted to go rent a bunch of movies of all his cast members to check out their work but he barely had time to pack, break it off with his lover (girlfriend was too serious a word for what she was to him) and get on a plane to New Zealand.
He'd seen "Rudy", of course. American football. What a crock. But it was a decent movie, thanks to Sean's lovely sweetness in his smile and those soulful hazel eyes. Encino Man? Almost couldn't sit through that one, though he rather liked the part where Sean was digging the pool--a sudden flash of muscle in his biceps which instantly sent flashes of heat through him. Okay. So he had a bit of a crush. And he was going to be working with him.
Not time to panic yet.
First meeting went . . . oh . . . not too bloody well. Sean was friendly--*really* friendly. Dom walked in--he'd been running late, fucking stupid alarm, and trying to choke down something with caffeine (pop, since he didn't have time to grab coffee), and then suddenly he was being engulfed by warm arms and those hazel eyes were melting his bones. He barely had time to recover from that before Billy and Elijah were stepping up to give him hugs as well, more energetic, more awkward, and last a pat on the back from Peter. The first meeting was pretty much a blur; he'd just been so damned nervous and jet-lagged and high on sugar and caffeine.
The only thing he really remembered was his opening comment to Sean. "Big fan of your work, there Sean--now guess we're the new Goonies, eh?" Ugh, had he been daft? Had to have been the jet lag, shell shock, bloody fucking starstruck girl, he was. He'd made an utter arse of himself from the start.
Other than that, Billy came off as immediately easy to talk to; and of course Elijah's beauty hit him pretty early on--shit, how could it not? Eighteen years old and ready to break a million hearts by the look of it, yet he was so damned *normal*--well, you know, that wasn't exactly the right word. Elijah was a complete geek, but in a good sort of way. Interesting. Dangerously interesting. Best stay back a little from him--Dom would likely end up seducing the boy and have him crying 'foul', that he'd been used. None of them knew Dom's past; that he was into partnerships his Manchester mates wouldn't have approved of. Bloody hell.
Once training got underway and things started to settle in, Dom found Billy was really his best friend--most similar in background, and a really sweet man--totally laid back and yet utterly meticulous about work, heh, and his living space. Good balance and fun to flirt with too. Not that Dom meant anything serious by it. He just loved to play the game. Didn't matter who. And Billy liked to play back. What a mate.
Dom didn't really mean to involve Sean. Not at first, anyway. Sean was straight--he was married after all! Except that Dom noticed Sean seemed to have an eye for Elijah. More than an eye, actually--two, and a couple of hands as well. Dom watched them together, how Sean used every excuse possible to touch Elijah--he was a huggy person anyway, but Dom noted that 'Lij seemed to get more than his share. And he wasn't even flirting for it--or if he was, it was so natural and unconscious you couldn't tell. At any rate he didn't think Sean thought he was being lured.
Which meant maybe Sean was into guys as well.
Which meant maybe Dom had a chance for something--anything--with him. He wasn't asking for a bloody relationship--not even a fuck. Just a little indulging in mutual pleasures. His homage to a good actor and hopefully great friend. All he had to do was get Sean's eyes off Elijah.
A game of footie--Wellington's team wouldn't compete with Man U, but it was sports. He knew Sean liked sports--all sports, as he played golf here, had played softball back home, and as he followed all the American sports fairly religiously. But not football--*real* football. Dom would introduce him. And make it unforgettable.
He brought it up over lunch one day--a rather late lunch as it had been a hell of a morning. The trainer kept Sean and Elijah late in the gym--Dom almost thought maybe Sean had made a move; he was paying more attention than ever, glancing over at Elijah while eating his meal, but 'Lij was totally oblivious, feeding his face as if food were the most important thing in the world. Cheeky git. Probably didn't have a clue what was going on. Probably a virgin too. Poor princess.
And Sean said yes. So it didn't matter if he kept trying to get Elijah alone to talk to him the rest of the afternoon and that evening at Billy's, heh, and it almost seemed Elijah was avoiding him a little. And the imp had given Dom a strange look at lunch too; Dom had done just a little bit of flirting, hugging Sean, and then there's Elijah with a warning look, like "Bloke, don't flirt--he really *is* a poofter!" Hee. So maybe something *almost* happened and Wood was feeling a little awkward now. Even better.
Dom arranged to pick up Sean at 2pm so he wouldn't have to brave the New Zealand roads (and so Dom could freely supply the beer to him) and could just relax and enjoy the day. Elijah was taking Billy out to do some "emergency shopping for music". With 'Lij's passion for CD stores, that pretty much tied up the afternoon. Absolutely fucking perfect.
So Saturday found Dom and Sean sitting just off center, midway up the stands, drinking local beer and shouting up a good support for the home team. Dom tried to explain some of the finer points of the game while Sean laughed and said it was all a bit boring compared to American football as he worked on his third beer, looking very relaxed in a dark T-shirt and jeans with a sweatshirt wrapped around that little bit of extra girth he was so shy about. He looked fucking fabulous to Dom's mind.
"But I'm glad to be watching any kind of a sport," Sean said after a near goal and one hell of a block by the Wellington goalie. His face was flushed with the drink and he used his hands as he talked, which didn't work all that great when holding an open bottle.
Dom yelped as a splash of beer hit his thigh. "Shit, Sean; that's fucking cold!"
"Oh, sorry! But anyways it's nice to get out. Christine isn't much into sports. Nice chance to spend time with you too, Dom. I know we've tended to stay in our character pairings. It's nice to switch around a little." He took another swallow, throwing his head back. Dom forgot to swallow for a moment, his throat going dry. He suddenly had to adjust himself in his jeans. "Good day for it, too. Me and 'Lij--"
Sean suddenly stopped, like he'd said too much, and began concentrating on the game in a rather obvious way. Dom almost laughed. Sean was so honest, so bleeding wholesome. Hell, such sweetness deserved a hug. Dom gave him a quick one, and a kiss on the ear. "Sean, it's no problem, mate. So what's with 'Lij?"
Sean had grinned and playfully pushed him away at the kiss; now he blushed. Dom wasn't sure if it was because of his flirting (but hell, he'd kissed Billy on the mouth the other day and Sean had hardly blinked) or because of whatever happened with Elijah. Sean took another long swallow, shaking his head, smiling. "Oh, uh, he said something, and I said something back--something kind of awkward. I'm sure we'll be over it in a couple of days."
Dom grinned. He could just imagine it. "What, 'Lij try to hit on you or something?" He noticed Sean had finished his beer and handed him his own--Dom wanted to remember this. No alcohol was needed, thanks love. He was just perfect sitting here next to Sean.
Sean hardly noted the change in bottles, though one was a light amber and the other dark--and both fucking stronger than American pisswater. Yep, Dom was sure he was drunk. "Uh, yeah--well, no, not exactly. He just let something slip and I actually kind of hit on him . . . oh hell, I shouldn't be telling you this, Dom; it will only make things weird for all of us. Now tell me again that move the guy made there, number 23, and I'll try to explain punting to you. Again." Sean shifted in his seat, leaning forward, away from Dom. Clearly uncomfortable. Well that would never do.
"It's not a problem, mate. Really, Sean--I'm not an innocent, you understand? Don't be afraid to tell me; I'm sure I've heard it before. I'm just a little surprised. Didn't expect your tastes to run that way." Dom leaned forward and tentatively laid a hand on Sean's broad back. He couldn't help massaging it just a little--muscle, moving beneath his hands, all solid muscle. His stomach clenched tight with desire; shit a few moments of this and his cock would be as hard as a fucking golf club.
Sean continued to watch the game--they were well into the second half and neither side had scored yet; fucking brutal, those Kiwi players. Dom was impressed, but since it wasn't *his* team, he could miss a little of the action and not particularly care. Especially when he felt Sean beginning to lean back against his massaging fingers. Dom just did a quick check to be sure others weren't watching--no worry. The locals were totally into the game.
"You know my brother's bi, right?" Sean said so low, Dom had to lean close to hear him.
"No, I didn't." Was this going where he hoped it was? Dom was leaning close enough to smell the soap Sean used, see the pulse hammering in his throat; their legs were touching on the bench, hip to thigh. And the hard seat was starting to become uncomfortable; hoped he wouldn’t need to stand soon. Fucking tight jeans; should've just worn sweats. Of course, those came with another problem; visibility.
"Yeah, well he is. I don't consider myself bi, really, but . . . what can I say. There are exceptions. Elijah's one of them." Sean looked rather miserable, all of a sudden. Dom couldn't blame him; so the little imp *was* breaking hearts already. He just knew it; knew he couldn't trust someone who seemed so nice and interesting and beautiful. An angry little ache burned in his chest, but he ignored it.
Instead he concentrated on Sean, clasping hold of his hand, squeezing it in sympathy. "I understand. Fuck; he's pretty as a girl anyway."
Sean shook his head, waving his hands. Dom had to rescue the bottle before it spilled. A shout from the crowed around him warned him that he had missed something big; he turned his attention to the field just in time to see the score sign change. Goal.
"Oh, fuck, I missed it!" he cried, and took a good swallow from the bottle before handing it back to Sean. Sean had suddenly gone inward. Dom nudged him and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Sorry, mate. You were saying?"
"It's not about looks, if you can believe that. I dunno--I'm just drawn. Maybe getting too close to my character, but no, I don't think that's it. I really don't know. There's just something . . . there. I don't even understand it myself, so I can't explain it." Sean threw up his hands, and that was it; Dom was showered in beer. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry. Think I'm a little drunk." Sean stood and tried to wipe Dom off with his sweatshirt and bare hands, grinning sheepishly. Dom was too busy laughing to tell him off, adorable fucker, and as his hands moved over Dom's chest in a firm stroke before Sean pulled them back, Dom thought for a moment he was going to jump him, right there in the stands. Strong hands; even with that brief touch, he'd felt that. Hell, and it was November, and fucking warm outside too. Tempting to simply remove the shirt, but he didn't feel comfortable doing it here.
He checked the game clock. Two minutes left of play, one nothing, home team. Ah, fuck it. The game had served it's purpose; this wasn't the World Cup. Time to blow. "Think you'll be ok to walk to the car?" he said right in Sean's ear. The fans were starting to get noisy as the clock ticked down.
Sean nodded, but swayed into Dom, nearly toppling them both. Dom steered him down the steps of the stands, keeping a hold on him to guide him out of the stadium and into the parking lot. Sean threw an arm around his shoulder and nearly squeezed the life out of him in a fierce hug.
"Thanks so much for everything, Dom. For listening and all. You're a good friend."
"No problem." They were almost to the car. Should he make a move soon, or was Sean now too gone to appreciate it? Should he just kiss him and get it over with? The arm was nice; god all of him felt nice. Dom just wanted to melt into him, press his whole body . . . okay, control. Control was good. Never mind the fact it felt like he had a brick in his jeans.
They reached the car and Sean slid into the passenger side (after first heading to the wrong side of the car and complaining how everything was backwards here) while Dom started the motor and debated the unbelievably cute (and drunk) mate sitting next to him. Just over the emergency brake there, and he could pounce on him . . . and Sean was sitting with his legs thrown wide open . . . oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Dom began leaning over, trying to get the courage to move the few extra inches necessary and taste those lips, cherry red from the heat and the beer, when Sean turned and looked straight at him. He froze. "Uh, Dom, would you mind--that is, Christine won't really . . . Can I crash at your place for a few hours? Until I'm not so drunk any more?"
Dom's mouth worked but for a moment nothing came out. Oh, fuck and another fuck fuck. This was more than he'd imagined possible. Would he? Could he? Just how far should he take things here? It was a little lopsided, him being painfully sober now, and Sean absolutely fucking pissed and all, but shit. It was simply too good a thing to pass up.
"Sure, mate. Stay for as long as you want."
He hoped (but not without a sense of panic) that it would be all night.
*****
TBC
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