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pt. 4 Slightly Crooked
Title: "Slightly Crooked"
Part: 4/? DM/SA, SA/EW
Author: Diamond (juweldom@yahoo.com )
Rating: NC-17 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's flat was small, functional, and had a great view of the ocean, but there wasn't a whole lot in the fridge and it wasn't exactly the tidiest place, despite Billy's occasional help. Sean seemed not to notice the piles of clothes, though, or the empty beer bottles, simply collapsing back into the brown leather sofa and lying back, his eyes closed in an expression of what Dom knew was the 'hold the fucking room still" phase of drunkenness.
Dom grabbed some water for both of them--supposedly the trick to help against hangovers, according to Elijah--turned on the telly to some news channel, and sat down at the other end of the couch, wishing he had the nerve to take off some clothing--boxers would be nice about now, or sit closer to Sean. Or on him. That would be best.
"Feeling all right?" he asked instead, handing Sean the water, which was excellent because it gave him an excuse to scoot closer and look him over. His eyes were turning green, fucking greenish brown, what a wonder! Eyes changing color--just like his. He wondered what it meant.
Sean nodded, a little out of it, sipping at his water absently as he watched the telly. "I'm so screwed up right now. I don't even know what to do."
Still upset over that fucking Elijah. "Hmm, okay, Sean, I'm going to look stupid saying this, but I think you're great and if Elijah blew you off, I don't know--maybe you'd consider an alternative." All he needed was a nod, a slight sign of wanting something, and he'd be on Sean in an instant. It had been *too* long a drive. His cock was fucking aching.
Sean said nothing for a moment, then the words sunk in. He looked at Dom blearily. "Huh?"
Sean looked him up and down, and the light seemed to finally go on over his head; he probably had spotted the large bulge in Dom's jeans, or maybe he saw how Dom's tongue was practically hanging the fuck out, how he was crouched next to Sean like a cat ready to pounce. Sean swallowed and blushed, his eyes going wide. "You mean you—but I thought . . . y-you're coming on to me?"
He said it in such total disbelief, like he couldn't imagine attracting any attention—oh Sean, poor man, poor lovely man, self-conscious about his looks. Definitely in need of some attention. Plus he hadn't said no yet. And Dom was out of patience. He'd either seduce him or make an arse of himself, but if Sean didn't want him he'd already done that, so fuck it. Might as well go all out.
So he did pounce, straddling Sean's lap, and brought their mouths together, plunging his tongue into Sean's wet mouth, oh the slick feel of it, and sucking at his soft lips until they were both panting for breath, while also thrusting into his crotch, his hands busy kneading Sean's shoulders and chest, reveling in the mixtures of textures, muscle and soft flesh, rough jeans and the smooth leather of the sofa. Sean's hands gripped his arms and he could feel power in those hands as they squeezed his biceps, see the tendons stand out in Sean's forearms.
Dom was half afraid Sean would shove him off and punch his face in—wasn't too bloody sure who would win in a fight; they were both pretty strong. But Sean wasn't struggling; not much, anyway. Dom reached down a hand to outline a rapidly filling cock through the fabric, rubbing up and down the hard thickness. Sean moaned and closed his eyes.
Dom continued to kiss him, ravishing his mouth, as he worked to unfasten his jeans. Sean suddenly turned his face, pulling his head away. "No—no kissing," he said between gasps, "And no penetration. Christine would never—" By that time Dom had opened his jeans and pulled them down to his knees and was busy massaging his inner thighs and Sean groaned, thrusting up at him, grabbing at Dom's arse spasmodically as he sank down in his seat.
Well, that rather limited options, but bugger that; Dom could still do what he had originally planned. And if Sean was coherent enough to think of Christine, that was all to the good—Dom certainly didn't want to cause problems. Just a little play, that was all. Material to wank off to for months.
With a last tug, he removed Sean's boxers then pushed up his shirt, leaving off where he had been sucking on Sean's neck (that wasn't kissing; that was necking) to trail his lips down to a pink nipple begging for attention. When he got his lips around that, Sean pulled at him to lie across him on the couch, and began tugging at his jeans, rather ineffectually, really. Dom obliged him by kicking off his shoes, pulling off his jeans, and removing his shirt—fucking thing smelled of beer anyway. With only his boxers on, he went back into position lying across Sean with his head in Sean's lap, laving his tongue now up along the thighs, massaging them to coax them open. Sean's hand was busy groping for Dom's cock, and with a quick tug Sean yanked Dom's boxers to his knees, the better to wrap his hand around him. Now it was Dom's turn to moan as Sean pulled at him with the one hand, the other held tightly fisted at his side.
Dom finally pulled his attention to Sean's cock, oh fucking yeah, nice fat one too, decent length, and oh so silky as Dom ran his hand up and down the length of it, still laving his tongue up the insides of Sean's thighs, up to his balls, and then taking those into his mouth to swirl around. "Jesus!" Sean gasped, arching up, and that hand fisted at his side was suddenly at Dom's head, massaging his neck, trying to encourage him towards the prize. Still with Sean's balls in his mouth, Dom chuckled, knowing that would only drive him further mad, and was rewarded by another groan. And a bruising pinch on his shoulder. All right already.
He licked his way up the shaft and took the head into his mouth, paying that part a bit of attention before sucking him down his throat as far as he could go. Funny thing he'd learned about this the first time he'd tried it--if you could gulp beer, you could deep throat. Same skill of opening things up, you might say. Sean was moaning continually now, panting hard and heavy, his hand on Dom's neck still giving an almost brutal massage, while the other one continued to stroke him steadily. Dom took a glance up at Sean's face; his eyes were screwed shut; fantasizing, probably, but Dom didn't mind. His own fantasy was coming true, and he would be coming shortly with that big hand--oh, better get back to work before he lost it, fuck yes.
He increased the tempo, sucking and licking steadily, massaging Sean's balls gently, coaxing them to give up the juice, and oh fucking yeah, he could taste precum now, and it was driving him wild; he began thrusting in earnest into Sean's hand. Oh shit, he was going to go first; there was no way to stop it now; he was on a hair trigger. He cried out around Sean's dick and stiffened, and fuck he wished he'd thought to put his stinking shirt beneath him because now the couch--oh fuck. Too late. He came in hard spurts--oh Christ, so fucking good, that hand, and he was still making noises around Sean and Sean was now writhing, whispering something--sounded like it started with "L". Best ignore.
As he came down from his climax he worked at Sean with new energy, ready now, so fucking ready to taste him and then bleeding collapse, and very shortly he felt the tightening in the balls, then Sean gave a deep guttural cry, and he was coming, oh shit yes, so good, all of it. Dom drank him down then held him gently in his mouth until the twitching stopped. Releasing him, he gave one last goodbye kiss to Sean's navel , then scooted back just a bit to retrieve his shirt and clean off the couch. Ugh. He'd probably have to take kitchen cleaner to remove the smell, or Billy would never sit there again.
He must've fallen asleep for a little then, for when he woke up it was getting dark outside and now some game show was on the telly, and his shirt was stuck to him. Yuck. He rose and left Sean sleeping on the sofa to go shower, changed into a T-shirt and shorts, and checked his messages. Two--one from Billy, one from Elijah, both asking where he and Sean were and did they want to go out to dinner. Hmm, depending on Sean's attitude now, that might or might not work. He'd have to talk to Billy alone, and as for Elijah--well fuck him. He'd had his chance.
He hated to wake Sean, but pretty soon Christine would probably be calling as well, and shit, he was hungry; if they weren't going out then he was going to order a pizza. Gently, he threw a blanket over Sean's lap (if he was more sober now he might not want to wake up half naked next to Dom) and brushed his hand over his shoulder. Sean groaned and swatting his hand away. Sean shifted positions, pillowing his head on his arm, then suddenly seemed to realize his half-dressed state. He looked up at Dom.
Why did that look make him feel so nervous, Dom wondered, trying to smile in his usual cheeky manner. "Billy and 'Lij called--wanted to know what we were doing for dinner. What should I tell them?"
"Oh shit, what time is it?" Sean said, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up, one hand holding tight to the blanket. He was blushing, and Dom fought the urge to give him a little hug. "Did Christine call?"
"Um, no, not yet--it's about six-thirty. Hey--just so you know, nothing's changed here, mate. Still friends?" Sean had a crease between his brows, and he looked like he was fucking shaking--that didn't look too promising. Oh fuck, hoped he hadn't messed with his head or anything. It was just a bit of play. Absolutely nothing to get worked up about.
"Sure--of course," Sean said, but he was looking down as he said it, fumbling around for his clothes. Dom went to throw away some beer bottles as he dressed, to give him a little privacy more than to actually clean the place. Something to do. Shit, he hated the awkwardness.
"So what should I tell Bill and 'Lij?" Dom asked once Sean was together again, gulping down some of the water from earlier.
He half choked. "What do you mean?"
Dom had to grin at that one; apparently he was either still a touch pissed, hungover, or half-asleep. "About dinner. What do you want to do?"
Sean blushed again. "Oh--yeah. Um." He licked his lips, frowning, then tried to smile and failed miserably. He looked upset. "Actually, I need to get home. Christine usually cooks dinner Saturday nights, and I don't--well I just don't really feel like going out. Can you drive me, or should--" Christ, he looked so unsure of himself; fuck, that had not been Dom's intention at all.
Sean stood, and Dom reached out to pat his arm. "Hey, everything's all right; you want to go home; I can drive. It's no problem." Okay, it still wasn't working; Sean was still upset. Time to actually say the words. "You never told me to stop, you know--if I did anything wrong, I'm sorry. It was just something of a crush; a silly fucking crush. Nothing has to ever happen again. I really just want to be your friend."
Sean nodded, grasping his arm, then releasing it, nervously shifting his weight. "Well-uh--it was all kind of a surprise--um, probably best if this is all--but don't worry. We're still friends. I'm kind of feeling hungover. Food and going out just doesn't sound too appealing. I'm probably just going to go to sleep."
Dom smiled. That was sounding better. "Okay, Sean. I'll grab my keys. Drink water--they say it helps."
There was little conversation on the drive over to Sean's place--Dom made a few flirty remarks to Christine and waved hello to Ali (she was still a little shy around him) then Sean thanked him for the game and gave the usual 'see you on Monday' and he drove off, phoning Billy to see if those two had already eaten. They had. So a quick stop by a fast food place, then back to the apartment, which seemed oddly silent this night.
He had plenty of time to think, sitting eating a tasteless chicken sandwich which beer made only moderately better and watching some nameless local show. Sean's reaction afterwards worried him. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach now, that he'd really fucked with him. Fucking hell, why was he the only one who could play around and not expect it to mean anything? He wondered if Sean would tell Elijah--hell, probably not if things were awkward between them, but if he did, what would Elijah think of him now--oh, bloody fucking hell. Elijah was a romantic; he'd probably crap his pants. And Peter would not be happy if Dom had fucking blown apart the Fellowship before half the cast had even arrived. Three weeks to shooting. Surely he could fix things by then.
He picked up the phone and dialed Billy. When Billy's lovely singsong voice answered, he blew out an anxious breath. "Mate, I think I just made a mistake. Think you might be able to stop by tonight? I really need to talk to someone."
"Everything ok, there, Dom? You're scaring me a wee bit here."
Dom laughed; he could imagine the look on concern on the Scot's face. "I'm okay, yes. I'm a little worried about Sean, though."
"Ehm, yes, I think I know what you're talking about. Elijah said something to me today, too. You got any Guinness there?"
"Yeah, but you're welcome to bring some. Thanks, Billy. I'll see you." Already Dom felt better; surely between the four of them they could set things right.
"Right, mate. I'm on my way."
Dom tried to force himself not to pace. Billy would know what to do; he was the wise one of the bunch. Of course, he'd have to tell him a few things he wasn't sure Billy was ready to hear about him as well.
Fuck.
"Billy, I sure as hell hope you stay my friend . . ." Dom said to the empty apartment.
*****
TBC
*****
Part: 4/? DM/SA, SA/EW
Author: Diamond (juweldom@yahoo.com )
Rating: NC-17 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's flat was small, functional, and had a great view of the ocean, but there wasn't a whole lot in the fridge and it wasn't exactly the tidiest place, despite Billy's occasional help. Sean seemed not to notice the piles of clothes, though, or the empty beer bottles, simply collapsing back into the brown leather sofa and lying back, his eyes closed in an expression of what Dom knew was the 'hold the fucking room still" phase of drunkenness.
Dom grabbed some water for both of them--supposedly the trick to help against hangovers, according to Elijah--turned on the telly to some news channel, and sat down at the other end of the couch, wishing he had the nerve to take off some clothing--boxers would be nice about now, or sit closer to Sean. Or on him. That would be best.
"Feeling all right?" he asked instead, handing Sean the water, which was excellent because it gave him an excuse to scoot closer and look him over. His eyes were turning green, fucking greenish brown, what a wonder! Eyes changing color--just like his. He wondered what it meant.
Sean nodded, a little out of it, sipping at his water absently as he watched the telly. "I'm so screwed up right now. I don't even know what to do."
Still upset over that fucking Elijah. "Hmm, okay, Sean, I'm going to look stupid saying this, but I think you're great and if Elijah blew you off, I don't know--maybe you'd consider an alternative." All he needed was a nod, a slight sign of wanting something, and he'd be on Sean in an instant. It had been *too* long a drive. His cock was fucking aching.
Sean said nothing for a moment, then the words sunk in. He looked at Dom blearily. "Huh?"
Sean looked him up and down, and the light seemed to finally go on over his head; he probably had spotted the large bulge in Dom's jeans, or maybe he saw how Dom's tongue was practically hanging the fuck out, how he was crouched next to Sean like a cat ready to pounce. Sean swallowed and blushed, his eyes going wide. "You mean you—but I thought . . . y-you're coming on to me?"
He said it in such total disbelief, like he couldn't imagine attracting any attention—oh Sean, poor man, poor lovely man, self-conscious about his looks. Definitely in need of some attention. Plus he hadn't said no yet. And Dom was out of patience. He'd either seduce him or make an arse of himself, but if Sean didn't want him he'd already done that, so fuck it. Might as well go all out.
So he did pounce, straddling Sean's lap, and brought their mouths together, plunging his tongue into Sean's wet mouth, oh the slick feel of it, and sucking at his soft lips until they were both panting for breath, while also thrusting into his crotch, his hands busy kneading Sean's shoulders and chest, reveling in the mixtures of textures, muscle and soft flesh, rough jeans and the smooth leather of the sofa. Sean's hands gripped his arms and he could feel power in those hands as they squeezed his biceps, see the tendons stand out in Sean's forearms.
Dom was half afraid Sean would shove him off and punch his face in—wasn't too bloody sure who would win in a fight; they were both pretty strong. But Sean wasn't struggling; not much, anyway. Dom reached down a hand to outline a rapidly filling cock through the fabric, rubbing up and down the hard thickness. Sean moaned and closed his eyes.
Dom continued to kiss him, ravishing his mouth, as he worked to unfasten his jeans. Sean suddenly turned his face, pulling his head away. "No—no kissing," he said between gasps, "And no penetration. Christine would never—" By that time Dom had opened his jeans and pulled them down to his knees and was busy massaging his inner thighs and Sean groaned, thrusting up at him, grabbing at Dom's arse spasmodically as he sank down in his seat.
Well, that rather limited options, but bugger that; Dom could still do what he had originally planned. And if Sean was coherent enough to think of Christine, that was all to the good—Dom certainly didn't want to cause problems. Just a little play, that was all. Material to wank off to for months.
With a last tug, he removed Sean's boxers then pushed up his shirt, leaving off where he had been sucking on Sean's neck (that wasn't kissing; that was necking) to trail his lips down to a pink nipple begging for attention. When he got his lips around that, Sean pulled at him to lie across him on the couch, and began tugging at his jeans, rather ineffectually, really. Dom obliged him by kicking off his shoes, pulling off his jeans, and removing his shirt—fucking thing smelled of beer anyway. With only his boxers on, he went back into position lying across Sean with his head in Sean's lap, laving his tongue now up along the thighs, massaging them to coax them open. Sean's hand was busy groping for Dom's cock, and with a quick tug Sean yanked Dom's boxers to his knees, the better to wrap his hand around him. Now it was Dom's turn to moan as Sean pulled at him with the one hand, the other held tightly fisted at his side.
Dom finally pulled his attention to Sean's cock, oh fucking yeah, nice fat one too, decent length, and oh so silky as Dom ran his hand up and down the length of it, still laving his tongue up the insides of Sean's thighs, up to his balls, and then taking those into his mouth to swirl around. "Jesus!" Sean gasped, arching up, and that hand fisted at his side was suddenly at Dom's head, massaging his neck, trying to encourage him towards the prize. Still with Sean's balls in his mouth, Dom chuckled, knowing that would only drive him further mad, and was rewarded by another groan. And a bruising pinch on his shoulder. All right already.
He licked his way up the shaft and took the head into his mouth, paying that part a bit of attention before sucking him down his throat as far as he could go. Funny thing he'd learned about this the first time he'd tried it--if you could gulp beer, you could deep throat. Same skill of opening things up, you might say. Sean was moaning continually now, panting hard and heavy, his hand on Dom's neck still giving an almost brutal massage, while the other one continued to stroke him steadily. Dom took a glance up at Sean's face; his eyes were screwed shut; fantasizing, probably, but Dom didn't mind. His own fantasy was coming true, and he would be coming shortly with that big hand--oh, better get back to work before he lost it, fuck yes.
He increased the tempo, sucking and licking steadily, massaging Sean's balls gently, coaxing them to give up the juice, and oh fucking yeah, he could taste precum now, and it was driving him wild; he began thrusting in earnest into Sean's hand. Oh shit, he was going to go first; there was no way to stop it now; he was on a hair trigger. He cried out around Sean's dick and stiffened, and fuck he wished he'd thought to put his stinking shirt beneath him because now the couch--oh fuck. Too late. He came in hard spurts--oh Christ, so fucking good, that hand, and he was still making noises around Sean and Sean was now writhing, whispering something--sounded like it started with "L". Best ignore.
As he came down from his climax he worked at Sean with new energy, ready now, so fucking ready to taste him and then bleeding collapse, and very shortly he felt the tightening in the balls, then Sean gave a deep guttural cry, and he was coming, oh shit yes, so good, all of it. Dom drank him down then held him gently in his mouth until the twitching stopped. Releasing him, he gave one last goodbye kiss to Sean's navel , then scooted back just a bit to retrieve his shirt and clean off the couch. Ugh. He'd probably have to take kitchen cleaner to remove the smell, or Billy would never sit there again.
He must've fallen asleep for a little then, for when he woke up it was getting dark outside and now some game show was on the telly, and his shirt was stuck to him. Yuck. He rose and left Sean sleeping on the sofa to go shower, changed into a T-shirt and shorts, and checked his messages. Two--one from Billy, one from Elijah, both asking where he and Sean were and did they want to go out to dinner. Hmm, depending on Sean's attitude now, that might or might not work. He'd have to talk to Billy alone, and as for Elijah--well fuck him. He'd had his chance.
He hated to wake Sean, but pretty soon Christine would probably be calling as well, and shit, he was hungry; if they weren't going out then he was going to order a pizza. Gently, he threw a blanket over Sean's lap (if he was more sober now he might not want to wake up half naked next to Dom) and brushed his hand over his shoulder. Sean groaned and swatting his hand away. Sean shifted positions, pillowing his head on his arm, then suddenly seemed to realize his half-dressed state. He looked up at Dom.
Why did that look make him feel so nervous, Dom wondered, trying to smile in his usual cheeky manner. "Billy and 'Lij called--wanted to know what we were doing for dinner. What should I tell them?"
"Oh shit, what time is it?" Sean said, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up, one hand holding tight to the blanket. He was blushing, and Dom fought the urge to give him a little hug. "Did Christine call?"
"Um, no, not yet--it's about six-thirty. Hey--just so you know, nothing's changed here, mate. Still friends?" Sean had a crease between his brows, and he looked like he was fucking shaking--that didn't look too promising. Oh fuck, hoped he hadn't messed with his head or anything. It was just a bit of play. Absolutely nothing to get worked up about.
"Sure--of course," Sean said, but he was looking down as he said it, fumbling around for his clothes. Dom went to throw away some beer bottles as he dressed, to give him a little privacy more than to actually clean the place. Something to do. Shit, he hated the awkwardness.
"So what should I tell Bill and 'Lij?" Dom asked once Sean was together again, gulping down some of the water from earlier.
He half choked. "What do you mean?"
Dom had to grin at that one; apparently he was either still a touch pissed, hungover, or half-asleep. "About dinner. What do you want to do?"
Sean blushed again. "Oh--yeah. Um." He licked his lips, frowning, then tried to smile and failed miserably. He looked upset. "Actually, I need to get home. Christine usually cooks dinner Saturday nights, and I don't--well I just don't really feel like going out. Can you drive me, or should--" Christ, he looked so unsure of himself; fuck, that had not been Dom's intention at all.
Sean stood, and Dom reached out to pat his arm. "Hey, everything's all right; you want to go home; I can drive. It's no problem." Okay, it still wasn't working; Sean was still upset. Time to actually say the words. "You never told me to stop, you know--if I did anything wrong, I'm sorry. It was just something of a crush; a silly fucking crush. Nothing has to ever happen again. I really just want to be your friend."
Sean nodded, grasping his arm, then releasing it, nervously shifting his weight. "Well-uh--it was all kind of a surprise--um, probably best if this is all--but don't worry. We're still friends. I'm kind of feeling hungover. Food and going out just doesn't sound too appealing. I'm probably just going to go to sleep."
Dom smiled. That was sounding better. "Okay, Sean. I'll grab my keys. Drink water--they say it helps."
There was little conversation on the drive over to Sean's place--Dom made a few flirty remarks to Christine and waved hello to Ali (she was still a little shy around him) then Sean thanked him for the game and gave the usual 'see you on Monday' and he drove off, phoning Billy to see if those two had already eaten. They had. So a quick stop by a fast food place, then back to the apartment, which seemed oddly silent this night.
He had plenty of time to think, sitting eating a tasteless chicken sandwich which beer made only moderately better and watching some nameless local show. Sean's reaction afterwards worried him. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach now, that he'd really fucked with him. Fucking hell, why was he the only one who could play around and not expect it to mean anything? He wondered if Sean would tell Elijah--hell, probably not if things were awkward between them, but if he did, what would Elijah think of him now--oh, bloody fucking hell. Elijah was a romantic; he'd probably crap his pants. And Peter would not be happy if Dom had fucking blown apart the Fellowship before half the cast had even arrived. Three weeks to shooting. Surely he could fix things by then.
He picked up the phone and dialed Billy. When Billy's lovely singsong voice answered, he blew out an anxious breath. "Mate, I think I just made a mistake. Think you might be able to stop by tonight? I really need to talk to someone."
"Everything ok, there, Dom? You're scaring me a wee bit here."
Dom laughed; he could imagine the look on concern on the Scot's face. "I'm okay, yes. I'm a little worried about Sean, though."
"Ehm, yes, I think I know what you're talking about. Elijah said something to me today, too. You got any Guinness there?"
"Yeah, but you're welcome to bring some. Thanks, Billy. I'll see you." Already Dom felt better; surely between the four of them they could set things right.
"Right, mate. I'm on my way."
Dom tried to force himself not to pace. Billy would know what to do; he was the wise one of the bunch. Of course, he'd have to tell him a few things he wasn't sure Billy was ready to hear about him as well.
Fuck.
"Billy, I sure as hell hope you stay my friend . . ." Dom said to the empty apartment.
*****
TBC
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