Fic: All I want

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Title: All I Want, part 1/?
Pairing: EW/DM
Rating: PG/R for language
Disclaimer: As if!
Summary: Teenage angst and hobbit drunkenness.
A/N: First of what I think will be 4 or 5 parts. With many thanks to anatsuno for the thoughtful and helpful beta. Written before RotK took my head to a place it's never been before, so who knows where my carefully plotted story will actually end up?



Sean was on a roll. He was excited. So, of course, he was talking at a thousand words a minute and not letting anyone else get a word in edgeways.

"... so by this point we've been trying to nail this scene for most of the day and about a bazillion takes, so we're all totally wound up tight and stressed to our eyeballs. You could have cut the tension in the air with a knife. So we're on like, take seventy-five or something, and we're almost at the end of the scene, and we're thinking 'yes, this is it!' and Elijah looks right into the camera with those big, wide eyes of his and says --"

"Screw you guys. I'm going home."

Sean, Dom and Billy snorted into their beer as Elijah repeated his earlier triumph.

"It was fucking perfect, Orli, I wish you'd been there," Dom said.

"I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe, I thought I was going to burst something," Billy said.

"Yes, but it wasn't just the timing!" Sean was practically jumping up and down in his seat. "It was the fact of this angelic, wide-eyed hobbit coming out with this South Park line right out of nowhere! Total genius. I hope Pete kept it."

"Respect my authoritah!" Dom yelled.

"Oh god. Is this going to be a thing now?" Sean said. "Are we going to have CartmanMerry and CartmanFrodo popping up at vastly inappropriate moments?"

"You betcha." Eijah pulled his most mischievious face.

"So what happened?" Orli asked. "Didn't Pete want Elijah's guts for garters at that point?"

"You'd think, wouldn't you?" Billy said. "But actually after that, everyone relaxed and so we got the thing in the can the very next take."

"Yeah, thanks, Lij." Dom clapped him on the back, making Elijah splutter into his glass.

All through the recounting of the incident, Elijah had felt a warm glow of satisfaction spread through him, which may or may not have been due to the double Scotches they'd been buying him all evening. He hadn't known these British guys for that long, but he'd found their almost continuous banter and piss-taking slightly intimidating and longed to be able to join in and make them laugh as much as they did him. So today had been a triumph, a coup. He was One Of The Lads, as Dom put it. As all this was going through his mind, Dom turned to him and gave him a beaming grin.

It must be just the whisky. Mustn't it?

*****

It was a great party.

Everyone was there, cast, crew, friends of crew, the house was heaving. Quantities of curry were cooked and vast amounts of beer and wine consumed. Elijah was revelling in it. There were people here who'd never been on a film set. He'd had an in-depth conversation outside in the smokers' corner about indie music with a guy who would probably have been a real bore had you tried to engage him on any other topic, but still. The point was, this guy hardly ever went to the movies. And he'd never heard of Elijah Wood.

Elijah was still revelling in it as he sat crammed on to the sofa next to Dom, watching someone's home video of the shoot. Dom's arm was lying across the back of the sofa behind Elijah, and he slid down a little so he could rest his head back against it. Someone was sitting on the floor in front of him, leaning back against his knees. People were lounging around all over the place eating, drinking and laughing at the screen and each other. Elijah felt normal, dammit. He also felt drunk. It was a warm, snuggly feeling.

"You know what, Dom?" He rolled his head to the side so it was resting against Dom's shoulder.

"What?"

"I'm having my college experience. This is the college experience I have been denied."

Dom looked down at him and grinned.

"You're sweet."

"Noooooo, don't call me that!" He jabbed Dom in the ribs, Dom pinched him back, and this soon descended to full-scale rough-housing, mostly consisting of Dom tickling Elijah while Elijah begged for mercy. He managed to wriggle out from under Dom and did a couple of laps around the table with Dom in pursuit before Dom tackled him on to the floor. There were shouts of "Get a room!" from the onlookers as they tussled, until a large fart was heard. Elijah sat bolt upright.

"Wasn't me!"

Dom was laughing hard enough to have been temporarily robbed of the power of speech, and Elijah flopped down on the floor beside him, giggling. Finally the laughter died down and they lay there, panting.

"Sweeeeeeeeet," Elijah said in his best Cartman voice, eliciting more sniggers from Dom.

"Dom. Dom."

"Oh. Yeah. Hi Bill."

"I'm away home."

"But... but..." Dom struggled to sit up. "You're the denig... desa... You're driving me home."

"Dom."

Dominic frowned up at Billy. "Yeah?"

"You live ten minutes' walk away."

"Yeah, but I don't!" Elijah said from his supine position on the floor.

"S'OK, mate." Dom poked him in the abdomen. "You can stay at mine."

"That's sorted, then," Billy said. "See you tomorrow, guys."

"Bye Billy!" Elijah called. "Missing you already!"

Dom let out an enormous burp.

"Fuck me," Elijah said. "How much gas can one person produce?"

"Sorry, mate. It's the curry."

"That was such great curry."

"Yeah. It was, wasn't it?"

***

It was a couple of hours and quite a lot of alcohol later that they staggered back to Dom's place singing the Hobbit drinking song. While Dom struggled to extract the key from his pocket, Elijah pressed the doorbell and then put his ear to the door.

"No-one home," he said.

"Luckily," Dom said, producing the key with a flourish, "I have a key."

"Cool!"

After a couple of tries, Dom finally managed to get the key in the lock and they fell through the door. Dom waved in the general direction of the living room.

"Have a seat. Won't be a sec."

Elijah collapsed on the couch and closed his eyes, feeling the room spin and sleep start to rapidly overtake him. Something soft hit him in the face, followed rapidly by something else which threatened to smother him. He opened his eyes and fought his way free of the duvet Dom had carelessly thrown at him.

"I'm... I'm going to bed." Dom gestured out into the hallway. "I'll see you in the morning."

"'KayDomnight."

Elijah reached down and tugged at his shoe ineffectually for a while. Finally he managed to yank it off, but not without hitting himself in the face with the recoil. The other shoe was less stubborn, and he retrieved the pillow that had bounced off his face moments earlier before he lay down on the couch, snuggling under the duvet. Dom must have taken the pillow off his own bed, as it smelt of him. Elijah buried his face into it, inhaling deeply. Two thoughts came to his mind as sleep overwhelmed him.

Do I have a crush on Dom?

and

Fuck. I've left my contacts in.

*****

It was around the same time that Elijah had secured his role in Lord of the Rings that he had labelled himself 'bi-curious'.

Because he liked girls. A lot. He'd even had sex with a couple, and it had been, well, nice. Very nice. But then... men were nice too. There hadn't ever been a specific man, it was just a general feeling of curiosity about what it would be like to, well, you know. With a man. But then again it could just be a late-teenage thing of wanting to fuck anything that moved. So 'bi-curious' it was.

But lately he found he'd been inhaling Dom's smell from his pillow, and studying the back of his neck during Feet, and watching him do that little dance when he celebrated something, and memorising the way he frowned when he had his nose in a book.

And imagining himself inhaling Dom's smell from his hair, and licking the back of his neck, and kissing the spot between his eyebrows.

Licking? Kissing?

So Elijah started to bite his nails more, if that were possible, and upped his daily cigarette count. And got more and more agitated, and stroked himself off every night, and imagined Dom's hand on his cock, and....

Weeks went by.

Elijah didn't let it affect his work, no, he was too damn professional for that. But whenever he wasn't actually on set, he felt like a wreck. The funny - and almost unbelievable - thing was that nobody seemed to notice. Especially not Dom.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Elijah took a long drag of his cigarette and banged the back of his head slowly, rhythmically against the side of the trailer.

"Hey! Frodo!"

Shit.

He turned his head to the right and saw Dom's head peeking round the corner at him.

Fuck off, can't you see I'm having a moment of turmoil and you're the last person I want to talk to? Was what he wanted to say. What he actually said was, "Oh, hey Dom."

Dom stuck his hands in Merry's pockets and sauntered up to Elijah. When he was disconcertingly close, he leaned sideways on the trailer, hands still in his pockets.

He said nothing, just watched Elijah smoke.

Finally Elijah could stand it no longer.

"What?!"

"I wish somebody would take a picture of you like this. With that Frodo 'shit, I've got to take the bloody ring to Mordor' look on your face, dragging on your fag like your life depends on it."

Elijah felt himself smile, and he turned his face towards Dom's.

And Dom leaned forward ever so slightly, parted his lips and placed them gently against Elijah's.

Then almost immediately removed them.

"See you later. Got to go kick some orc arse. Or something."

He sauntered off.

Elijah didn't move.

He realised his hands were shaking, and he let his cigarette fall to the ground.

His brain had ceased any kind of rational thought, and merely replayed over and over the sensation of Dom's lips on his. The way their dryness contrasted so sweetly, so fucking tantalisingly with the tiniest fraction of the softer inner part of his mouth that Dom had allowed Elijah to taste. The feel of his warm breath on Elijah's face when he spoke. The sound of his voice. The shit-hot sexy sound of his voice.

Oh fucking hell. Oh motherfucking, bastardpleasedon'tletmehaveanerectionwhenI'vegottogobackonset fucking fucking fuck.

Elijah groaned out loud, and went back to banging his head against the side of the trailer.