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Title: "Slightly Crooked"
Part: 8/? DM/BB, EW/SA, DM/SA
Author: Diamond (juweldom@yahoo.com )
Rating: NC-17
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: Elijah begins a quest for love and companionship in the Fellowship. The title says it all--it's a crooked path for crooked people to find love.
Notes: Thanks always to my lovely beta reader LadySunrope!
*****
*Crooked*: Webster's Dictionary: 1. Not straight. 2. Dishonest.
*****
Dom woke to the tantalizing sensation of someone playing with his cock. He'd been having a lovely dream, a dream of pale hands roaming over his body, rosy lips opening up to kiss him . . . shit. It was fading away, as he opened his eyes and stared into green eyes staring back at him. But wait, the thought came sluggishly, the eyes in his dream had been blue . . .
Dom blinked as Billy kissed him, then forgot about the dream. This was now. This was real. And it was fucking hot.
Billy in his bed. Completely naked. Dom grinned and stretched, kissing Billy back and clutching at him but a yawn crept in on him. Billy chuckled and tickled him under his arms. Dom squawked. "Bloody fucker! Not even awake yet, Christ." He shoved Billy away and tried to return the tickling, but the minute his got his hands on the Scotsman, Billy fought back in a new way by pressing into him and kissing the side of his neck.
"We're never going to get out of this bed if you don't stop that, you daft bugger." Dom couldn't help but groan as he said that--his neck was one of his most sensitive areas. Trust Billy to have figured that out already.
And now their cocks were sliding together and Dom was having a hard time thinking of pretty much anything but the silken feel of Billy and the thrills shooting through his cock. He moaned and rolled Billy over onto his back to continue thrusting against him, devouring his pert little mouth with a lapping tongue.
Billy wrapped a hand around the two of them, stroking hard and long, and Dom shuddered, mindlessly thrusting into that warmth, those clever fingers . . . "Ooooh . . . not gonna . . . lassst . . ." he managed to get out, but Billy only stroked harder, and next thing he was bringing his face down to the crook of Billy's neck and biting down, spilling his seed in hard gasping shudders.
"Ow! That's gonna make Wardrobe wonder, ya tosser," Billy panted, grabbing Dom's head, but instead of forcing him away he held him down to gently lick the wound, Billy's fingers trying to grab the short hair at the back of his neck. Dom raised his head to look at Billy's face to see if he'd gone too far, but the look on Billy's face wasn't upset--actually it was rather gloating. And in need. Shit, he hadn't shot off yet, poor dear.
"You can just say a woman did it," Dom quipped as he moved down Billy's body, kissing his way down the side, around the puddle he'd created, down to Billy's legs.
"My bitch did, you mean," Billy shot back, then sucked in a breath as Dom kissed his way up the inside of his thighs, trembling as his legs fell open to give Dom better access. Fuck that Scotsman was hard, Dom thought as he ran his fingers down the length of him--hell, probably ready to shoot soon. But first wouldn't it be nice to make him scream--prove to him that he really *did* want to be fucked . . .
Dom ran his tongue between his thighs, over the balls, down to the little puckered hole, and was most gratified to hear Billy let out a low noise of excruciating pleasure. "Aw fucking Christ, Billy. I *am* going to fuck you. Sometime soon.," Dom said between licks--he was too tired right now, but later today, oh yes. It was definitely going to happen.
Billy was letting out short little barks, twisting in the bed, so Dom decided to have pity and get on with it and moved up to take his cock into his mouth, squeezing and pumping at the base of it with his hands as he moved his tongue around the head and foreskin, slowly taking him deeper as he continued to pump. Billy cried out and came--hell yes, he *had* been close, Dom thought, drinking him down, but that was all right; plenty of chances to do more later. With a last kiss Billy's hip, Dom pulled himself up next to him and looked over to those green eyes, going hazy with sleep. Dom yawned.
"What time is it anyway?"
It was several minutes before Billy answered, breathing softly, his eyes going closed. Dom wondered if he'd fallen asleep, but then he licked his lips. "Almost nine."
Whoops, had missed his usual time at the gym. Oh well. "Wake me in an hour," Dom mumbled, then rolled over. He was asleep before he heard any reply.
The next thing he knew there was a hand shaking him.
"Get up, ye lazy choof. It's eleven-thirty and I'm hungry and ye've got no food here. Get up and showered. I'm washing the sheets." With that, the sheets were yanked off him and Dom had to catch himself from being tossed on the floor.
"Bloody hell, Bill, I can do that later, you know," Dom grumbled, standing and making his way half blind to the loo to relieve himself and get the hot water running.
"I have a feeling we'll be using this place again today, and I'm sorry but I really can't stand sticky sheets. No offence, mate."
"Love you too!" Dom called, and stepped into the shower.
Once clean, dry, and dressed in some cargo trousers and a T-shirt, Dom made his way to the kitchen to rummage around for some bread and butter, a toaster, and a tea bag to make some hot tea. Billy had found some biscuits which he was eating with his coffee, sitting at the table and reading the local paper. Dom bent over to search through the cupboard for the Nutella (hey, the Germans had at least one good thing to boast of, though fuck their football teams, he thought), and suddenly felt eyes on his backside. He turned to look at Billy, but the man was still reading. Dom waiting until the bright eyes flicked back over to him.
"Checking out my arse again?"
Billy gave just a tiny smile, so innocent, and went back to reading. "It's such a lovely arse. Cannae help it."
Fuck, Dom had never had sex with a really close co-star in a film project . . . this was really odd. But not unpleasant. Just odd. It was going to take some getting used to.
Billy looked at him again. "Everything all right?" No humor in his face now; he looked concerned. Dom suddenly felt the age difference between them.
He smiled and walked over to give Billy a playful smack on the cheek. "Lovely. Just never did this sort of thing with a fellow actor before. Feel's a bit--oh--I dunno. Different."
"Bad?" A slight something in the expression--the beginnings of pain?
"No, not at all! Christ! Bloody fantastic. But weird. Just a little bit weird. Good weird, you know? Fuck no, Billy, I don't regret it at all. Doing anything tonight?" Dom grinned, and returned to prepare his toast and sip his hot tea.
"We've got work tomorrow," Billy was smiling as he said it. Not really a 'no' to Dom's mind.
"So we'll make it an early night. And bring clothes this time. Even though you look good in mine." With some hot tea and half a slice of toast in him, Dom was finally beginning to wake up and saw that Billy was wearing his other pair of cargo trousers and a white button up shirt with the top couple of buttons undone. Oh yeah, he looked really good--Dom could just see a touch of chest hair and the red mark on his neck from this morning . . . he licked his lips. Billy blushed and touched the spot, his gaze burning.
"All right. I'll just have to drop by my place for a few things." Billy smiled.
Dom began eating his toast, grabbing a bit of paper to read himself. He was just about to suggest they make a trip to the grocery store when the phone rang. Dom picked up immediately, hoping that perhaps it was Sean, so that he could apologize and set things right. But no. It was Elijah. Aw Christ. And he was asking for Billy, with suddenly now made a hot flash of possession burn through him. Since when did 'Lij get so close to Billy to be seeking for him?
"What is it? Is it Sean?" Billy asked, crossing over to him. Dom cupped his hand over the receiver.
"It's Elijah. Asking for you." Okay, Billy liked honesty, how about this . . . "I don't have to worry about you and him--right?"
Billy rolled his eyes. "Too young and too pretty, mate. Anyways you're an exception, didn't you know? I still generally prefer girls. Here, hand it over. I want to know what's going on." Billy took the phone and Dom hovered nearby, trying to hear Elijah's voice.
"Did Dom tell you?" he caught saying, then Billy was clarifying--yes, about Sean. Dom missed the next part, but saw Billy's face pale a little; his eyes flicked over to Dom.
"Noo, I might just need him for the movie we're making. I think the two of you should talk. I don't suppose you can grab Sean, hmm?"
Dom shook his head--oh no, they did not need to have all four of them fighting in his apartment. Sean he could talk to, but leave the blue-eyed devil out of it. Just the thought of seeing Elijah made his stomach queasy . . . and something else. No. He wasn't ready to talk to Elijah yet. If he'd stepped on Elijah's turf, he was sorry, but that was the end of it. The last thing he needed was the fucking star to hate his guts. Especially when he was so close to *liking* the little prick. Or hating. He wasn't sure which.
"We're all going to stay friends, okay?" Billy was saying as Dom focused his attention back on the conversation. There was an intense expression on Billy's face, one of determination, and he held Dom in his gaze in a way that meant he was talking to Dom on this too. Dom sighed, nodding, and Billy made a comment then about sandwiches and Guinness and a party for the three of them. Then he made his goodbye. Christ. Elijah coming here, now, in probably half an hour.
And a bed with no sheets.
And Billy wearing Dom's clothes.
"Uh, Billy, how's he going to react when he realizes you and me . . ." Why did it bother him to think of telling Elijah, but not Sean? Well of course Elijah was more likely to be upset being the professional and romantic and all. Sean was more likely to be relieved, Dom thought. That wasn't the whole of it, though. The thought of Elijah angry, or hurt, somehow bothered Dom. He didn’t know why.
"I really don't know, but quite honestly it's not really his business what we do, as long as we continue to work well in the film. At any rate, I dinnae want to lie to him--that would be far worse, I'm thinking. Better to get everything out all at once. Better for everyone," Billy said, offering Dom a biscuit. Dom declined. Suddenly he wasn't hungry any more.
"Did you already pick up the trail of clothes we left?" Dom asked, suddenly picturing Elijah stumbling over a pair of his boxers in the hallway by the loo. This actually would be Elijah's first time over here, he realized--usually the four of them went out places, or to Sean's or Billy's. He hadn't seen Elijah's place either.
"I did. Let's go start 'Bridget's Diary'. Try to relax, all right?" Billy finished cleaning up after himself in the kitchen and went to the living room. Dom reluctantly followed.
"Uh-huh," Dom responded, but he felt anything but relaxed. The two of them sat on the couch and Dom reached over to grab a hand. For support.
It most certainly *didn't* feel like half an hour had passed when the door bell rang, but according to the counter on the VCR, it had been. Dom had just started to get into the movie, but at the ring, he jumped up and hurried to the door, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and the cold feeling at the base of his spine. Billy stood and followed at a more leisurely pace.
Taking a deep breath, Dom opened the door.
Elijah had looked better; he looked paler than usual, with dark circles under his eyes which made his blue eyes even more unholy looking, quietly smoldering. He'd apparently thrown on his clothes--baggy jeans and a dark blue shirt too big for his slight frame, just sort of hanging off him. He stared at Dom with deadly calm, and Dom wondered if he should go hide the knives of the house. He shivered.
"Come on in, Elijah." Dom backed away so Elijah could enter, closing the door behind him. Elijah shot him a suspicious look, almost like he was expecting a trap. Oh fuck that, thought Dom; what, now he thought Billy and he were going to bloody well beat him up? What the fuck had Sean told him?
"Where's Billy," Elijah asked in a low voice. He relaxed visibly as Billy came up to stand beside Dom, then stiffened. Dom watched as Elijah's eyes traveled over Billy, nothing his clothes, his neck, and the way he was leaning in towards Dom . . . Dom jumped as Billy put a hand on his back and shot him a look, clearly showing the relationship. Christ, Billy, he thought, trying not to tremble; did you have to be *that* brash about it?
Dom turned back to Elijah in time to see the fire blaze in his eyes--oh fucking shit--and the hatred, and betrayal? But he didn't have time to really register that, for the next second Elijah was coming at him, shoving him hard against the wall with his arm pinning his throat and his face set in a snarl, killing rage in his eyes. Christ but the kid was strong; and Dom was choking as the pressure increased on his windpipe, cutting off air . . . those blue eyes dancing crazily in his vision as he tried to get in a breath. Why wasn't he fighting back, he dimly thought. That didn't make any fucking sense . . .
"Get the hell off, Elijah! Now stop it!" Billy's voice, then hands were tearing Elijah away and Dom was gasping for air, bent over, rubbing at his throat.
Elijah was hurling words at Billy but Dom only half heard them, "Only exceptions, huh? What the fuck, Billy--I thought you were my friend! Why sleep with the fucking slut?!"
Oh bloody hell was that what he thought of him? Dom panted for air, trying to swallow, trying to get his mouth working again. Shit, 'Lij had actually tried to kill him--tried to fucking choke him! If Billy hadn't been here, what would have happened? He didn't like to think. Such passion. It sent odd surges through him. Hell, he'd known Elijah was dangerous. Passionate. Dom shook his head, trying to clear it. "Not a slut," he managed to get out, as Billy held Elijah back, but Billy was talking, and he doubted Elijah heard him.
"I *am* your friend, Elijah, and what Dom and I do is our own business. He's my good friend and I really like him and it doesn't change anything about your friendship or Sean's or anything else. Grow up a little--it's going to be a long shoot. Get control of yourself and come sit down--we're all going to talk until we're all clear about things. All right?"
Elijah paced like a caged tiger, throwing glares at Dom, but the blue fire had left his eyes at least; they were back to smoldering. Dom stood behind Billy, just in case. "I'm really sorry, 'Lij. I didn't know about you and Sean--he was talking like you weren't interested, and I offered to help, and he never said 'no'. I don't plan on trying anything again; trust me."
"I don't trust you at all, Dom, but you're right; you're not trying anything else on him ever again, or I really will hurt you. I don't care if I'm smaller." Elijah all but growled, fixing his eyes on Dom in a way that seemed to make the room fade out of focus until all he could see were those eyes. Dom focused instead on the back of Billy's head, on his back, on the collar of Dom's shirt. No good. He could still feel Elijah's eyes like two hot brands on his skin.
He said the rest to Billy's back. "I was only looking for friends, and for me that can get physical at times. Billy understands. Please, Elijah, I really didn't mean to hurt anyone. Can you and I . . ." He couldn't say it, even though suddenly it was very important that Elijah forgive him, that they try to salvage at least something from this. He found his throat was choked up now for an entirely different reason. He swallowed hard.
"Going to me wasn't Dom's idea, Elijah--I grabbed him, if you want to know the truth of it. And I'd wanted to since just about the first day, so don't go saying I betrayed you or anyone else. You're hurting because Sean is hurting; all of us are. Now please sit down and tell us what's happening. Let's see if we can work together on this, all right, mate?" Billy's voice could be so soothing with its lilt, and he was moving forward now to take Elijah's arm and gently but firmly lead him over to the living room. Almost mechanically, Dom followed, trying to stay out of the line of fire of Elijah's gaze, trying to stay near Billy. Elijah ended up perched uncomfortably on the love seat, while Billy and he sat down on the couch.
Billy spoke. "Okay, Dom, we'll start with you--tell *everything* that happened with Sean yesterday. Then you, Elijah, tell us whatever you're comfortable with--for really, it's your business what Sean and you do, not ours, but I think it would help if we knew a little. Sound good?"
Elijah nodded numbly, curling in on himself; Dom could actually see the walls go up. Rubbing at the base of neck to try to fix a knot there, Dom told everything about the game, the drive home, his offer to be a replacement, only revealing of the actual action as "It was only a quick blow job and a hand job back. He wouldn't let me kiss him. And I knew it was a mistake soon after it was over. All he wanted to do was get back home. So I guess, yeah, maybe I took advantage of him. But god, 'Lij, I swear I didn't mean to. Just got a little overzealous. I did have a really big crush on him."
Elijah nodded, not looking at him. "He and Christine must be having problems; that's the only explanation I can think of. He came on to me in the gym, and we did some stuff in the showers--not much, really. Then this morning--again--I couldn't say no. So I guess I shouldn't really blame him. I still blame you, Dom. And I'm going to be watching you. But if you'll leave him alone, then I'll try to see what all's going on, see if I can help in any way. I'm just really fucking confused."
Billy stood up and crossed over to Elijah, holding out an arm. "Need a hug? Not a come on, just a friend's hug. We are here to help you. Dom and Sean are over. No need to worry yourself any longer on that count, matey. And I want you to hug Dom before you leave. All four of us have to get along together. We'll make a new start of it, ehm?"
Elijah stood, and buried his head in Billy's shoulder, clutching at him, and Dom tried to look away, but he couldn't. The sight bothered him. But Billy was right; they all had to do this. He stood but made no moves forward, watching them uncertainly as Billy clapped Elijah on the back and drew back. Billy waved a hand over to Dom.
"All right. Your turn. Elijah?" Dom and Billy both looked to see what expression was on Elijah's face. He looked wary, and none too friendly, but the fire was gone now; only a pained emptiness now resided in those eyes. Nodding, Elijah stepped forward and raised one hand.
"Sorry I attacked you. But you did deserve it." Elijah was speaking to his shoes, but he stepped closer, and Dom wrapped his arms around and gave him a tight squeeze. It felt . . . surprisingly good. Dom backed off immediately.
"Okay, I deserved it. Are we settled, then? You can still smile at my jokes tomorrow? I know a great one about a blond and a herring fish." He'd already told it, actually, and Elijah had laughed for a solid five minutes. If that didn't get a smile, then he was doomed.
Well, a half smile was better than none. "I'll try. Give me a few days."
"Fair enough." Billy said. "Now, do you want us to go over to Sean and Christine's with you, or go alone? Either way, you need to corner Sean and see what's messing round that head of his."
"Alone, thanks. At his house it should be safe enough. If that doesn't work, then tomorrow at the studio we can all corner him. He said he needed some time to think things over anyway. Maybe that's not such a bad thing." Elijah scratched at his head, fidgeting with the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. Dom remembered something about his getting lunch and glanced over at the entranceway. Huh.. Sure enough, there was a bag from the local delicatessen.
"Wanna eat? I'm starved," he said, going over to pick it up.
Billy made a low happy sound in his throat, and Dom just about dropped the bag as sudden heat flowed through him. Fuck that Scot could make him hot. "I'm hungry too. Elijah? Come sit in the kitchen?"
Elijah made a move with his head that could have been a yes, and the three of them sat down to eat, not saying much through the meal. Afterwards, Elijah quietly told them he was heading over to Sean's, and with a brief farewell, made his way to the door. Just before he left, he looked over at Billy. "I'm sorry I got mad at you. You're right; the two of you aren't my business. Just don't let yourself get . . . carried away." He looked at Dom, and the look stung. So he thought Dom was out to break Billy's heart now? Christ almighty. Remind him not to talk about relationships with Elijah ever again.
Billy smiled, ignoring the warning. "Not to worry. Good luck, Elijah. Hope the best for you."
"Yeah, me too," Dom was quick to say. Fuck if he wasn't going to try to be friends again.
"Thanks," Elijah said in a small voice, heavy with exhaustion. Then he left.
"Poor kid; not really ready for this sort of a relationship, I’m thinking," Billy said when he was gone.
Dom looked at him. "What do you mean?"
Billy looked at him, and his eyes looked old and sad. "Well it's painfully obvious, Dommie boy. He's in love with Sean, and the other way around too. And Sean's married--it'll be hell no matter what he chooses. We'll have tae be there for the two of them. Sad situation all around."
To actually have it said out loud like that somehow was much more painful to hear than he'd expected, Dom suddenly felt very depressed. And . . . something else. Angry.
Funny thing, he wasn't angry at the person he probably should have felt angry at, after the choking incident and all.
His anger was directed at Sean.
*****
TBC
*****
Part: 8/? DM/BB, EW/SA, DM/SA
Author: Diamond (juweldom@yahoo.com )
Rating: NC-17
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: Elijah begins a quest for love and companionship in the Fellowship. The title says it all--it's a crooked path for crooked people to find love.
Notes: Thanks always to my lovely beta reader LadySunrope!
*****
*Crooked*: Webster's Dictionary: 1. Not straight. 2. Dishonest.
*****
Dom woke to the tantalizing sensation of someone playing with his cock. He'd been having a lovely dream, a dream of pale hands roaming over his body, rosy lips opening up to kiss him . . . shit. It was fading away, as he opened his eyes and stared into green eyes staring back at him. But wait, the thought came sluggishly, the eyes in his dream had been blue . . .
Dom blinked as Billy kissed him, then forgot about the dream. This was now. This was real. And it was fucking hot.
Billy in his bed. Completely naked. Dom grinned and stretched, kissing Billy back and clutching at him but a yawn crept in on him. Billy chuckled and tickled him under his arms. Dom squawked. "Bloody fucker! Not even awake yet, Christ." He shoved Billy away and tried to return the tickling, but the minute his got his hands on the Scotsman, Billy fought back in a new way by pressing into him and kissing the side of his neck.
"We're never going to get out of this bed if you don't stop that, you daft bugger." Dom couldn't help but groan as he said that--his neck was one of his most sensitive areas. Trust Billy to have figured that out already.
And now their cocks were sliding together and Dom was having a hard time thinking of pretty much anything but the silken feel of Billy and the thrills shooting through his cock. He moaned and rolled Billy over onto his back to continue thrusting against him, devouring his pert little mouth with a lapping tongue.
Billy wrapped a hand around the two of them, stroking hard and long, and Dom shuddered, mindlessly thrusting into that warmth, those clever fingers . . . "Ooooh . . . not gonna . . . lassst . . ." he managed to get out, but Billy only stroked harder, and next thing he was bringing his face down to the crook of Billy's neck and biting down, spilling his seed in hard gasping shudders.
"Ow! That's gonna make Wardrobe wonder, ya tosser," Billy panted, grabbing Dom's head, but instead of forcing him away he held him down to gently lick the wound, Billy's fingers trying to grab the short hair at the back of his neck. Dom raised his head to look at Billy's face to see if he'd gone too far, but the look on Billy's face wasn't upset--actually it was rather gloating. And in need. Shit, he hadn't shot off yet, poor dear.
"You can just say a woman did it," Dom quipped as he moved down Billy's body, kissing his way down the side, around the puddle he'd created, down to Billy's legs.
"My bitch did, you mean," Billy shot back, then sucked in a breath as Dom kissed his way up the inside of his thighs, trembling as his legs fell open to give Dom better access. Fuck that Scotsman was hard, Dom thought as he ran his fingers down the length of him--hell, probably ready to shoot soon. But first wouldn't it be nice to make him scream--prove to him that he really *did* want to be fucked . . .
Dom ran his tongue between his thighs, over the balls, down to the little puckered hole, and was most gratified to hear Billy let out a low noise of excruciating pleasure. "Aw fucking Christ, Billy. I *am* going to fuck you. Sometime soon.," Dom said between licks--he was too tired right now, but later today, oh yes. It was definitely going to happen.
Billy was letting out short little barks, twisting in the bed, so Dom decided to have pity and get on with it and moved up to take his cock into his mouth, squeezing and pumping at the base of it with his hands as he moved his tongue around the head and foreskin, slowly taking him deeper as he continued to pump. Billy cried out and came--hell yes, he *had* been close, Dom thought, drinking him down, but that was all right; plenty of chances to do more later. With a last kiss Billy's hip, Dom pulled himself up next to him and looked over to those green eyes, going hazy with sleep. Dom yawned.
"What time is it anyway?"
It was several minutes before Billy answered, breathing softly, his eyes going closed. Dom wondered if he'd fallen asleep, but then he licked his lips. "Almost nine."
Whoops, had missed his usual time at the gym. Oh well. "Wake me in an hour," Dom mumbled, then rolled over. He was asleep before he heard any reply.
The next thing he knew there was a hand shaking him.
"Get up, ye lazy choof. It's eleven-thirty and I'm hungry and ye've got no food here. Get up and showered. I'm washing the sheets." With that, the sheets were yanked off him and Dom had to catch himself from being tossed on the floor.
"Bloody hell, Bill, I can do that later, you know," Dom grumbled, standing and making his way half blind to the loo to relieve himself and get the hot water running.
"I have a feeling we'll be using this place again today, and I'm sorry but I really can't stand sticky sheets. No offence, mate."
"Love you too!" Dom called, and stepped into the shower.
Once clean, dry, and dressed in some cargo trousers and a T-shirt, Dom made his way to the kitchen to rummage around for some bread and butter, a toaster, and a tea bag to make some hot tea. Billy had found some biscuits which he was eating with his coffee, sitting at the table and reading the local paper. Dom bent over to search through the cupboard for the Nutella (hey, the Germans had at least one good thing to boast of, though fuck their football teams, he thought), and suddenly felt eyes on his backside. He turned to look at Billy, but the man was still reading. Dom waiting until the bright eyes flicked back over to him.
"Checking out my arse again?"
Billy gave just a tiny smile, so innocent, and went back to reading. "It's such a lovely arse. Cannae help it."
Fuck, Dom had never had sex with a really close co-star in a film project . . . this was really odd. But not unpleasant. Just odd. It was going to take some getting used to.
Billy looked at him again. "Everything all right?" No humor in his face now; he looked concerned. Dom suddenly felt the age difference between them.
He smiled and walked over to give Billy a playful smack on the cheek. "Lovely. Just never did this sort of thing with a fellow actor before. Feel's a bit--oh--I dunno. Different."
"Bad?" A slight something in the expression--the beginnings of pain?
"No, not at all! Christ! Bloody fantastic. But weird. Just a little bit weird. Good weird, you know? Fuck no, Billy, I don't regret it at all. Doing anything tonight?" Dom grinned, and returned to prepare his toast and sip his hot tea.
"We've got work tomorrow," Billy was smiling as he said it. Not really a 'no' to Dom's mind.
"So we'll make it an early night. And bring clothes this time. Even though you look good in mine." With some hot tea and half a slice of toast in him, Dom was finally beginning to wake up and saw that Billy was wearing his other pair of cargo trousers and a white button up shirt with the top couple of buttons undone. Oh yeah, he looked really good--Dom could just see a touch of chest hair and the red mark on his neck from this morning . . . he licked his lips. Billy blushed and touched the spot, his gaze burning.
"All right. I'll just have to drop by my place for a few things." Billy smiled.
Dom began eating his toast, grabbing a bit of paper to read himself. He was just about to suggest they make a trip to the grocery store when the phone rang. Dom picked up immediately, hoping that perhaps it was Sean, so that he could apologize and set things right. But no. It was Elijah. Aw Christ. And he was asking for Billy, with suddenly now made a hot flash of possession burn through him. Since when did 'Lij get so close to Billy to be seeking for him?
"What is it? Is it Sean?" Billy asked, crossing over to him. Dom cupped his hand over the receiver.
"It's Elijah. Asking for you." Okay, Billy liked honesty, how about this . . . "I don't have to worry about you and him--right?"
Billy rolled his eyes. "Too young and too pretty, mate. Anyways you're an exception, didn't you know? I still generally prefer girls. Here, hand it over. I want to know what's going on." Billy took the phone and Dom hovered nearby, trying to hear Elijah's voice.
"Did Dom tell you?" he caught saying, then Billy was clarifying--yes, about Sean. Dom missed the next part, but saw Billy's face pale a little; his eyes flicked over to Dom.
"Noo, I might just need him for the movie we're making. I think the two of you should talk. I don't suppose you can grab Sean, hmm?"
Dom shook his head--oh no, they did not need to have all four of them fighting in his apartment. Sean he could talk to, but leave the blue-eyed devil out of it. Just the thought of seeing Elijah made his stomach queasy . . . and something else. No. He wasn't ready to talk to Elijah yet. If he'd stepped on Elijah's turf, he was sorry, but that was the end of it. The last thing he needed was the fucking star to hate his guts. Especially when he was so close to *liking* the little prick. Or hating. He wasn't sure which.
"We're all going to stay friends, okay?" Billy was saying as Dom focused his attention back on the conversation. There was an intense expression on Billy's face, one of determination, and he held Dom in his gaze in a way that meant he was talking to Dom on this too. Dom sighed, nodding, and Billy made a comment then about sandwiches and Guinness and a party for the three of them. Then he made his goodbye. Christ. Elijah coming here, now, in probably half an hour.
And a bed with no sheets.
And Billy wearing Dom's clothes.
"Uh, Billy, how's he going to react when he realizes you and me . . ." Why did it bother him to think of telling Elijah, but not Sean? Well of course Elijah was more likely to be upset being the professional and romantic and all. Sean was more likely to be relieved, Dom thought. That wasn't the whole of it, though. The thought of Elijah angry, or hurt, somehow bothered Dom. He didn’t know why.
"I really don't know, but quite honestly it's not really his business what we do, as long as we continue to work well in the film. At any rate, I dinnae want to lie to him--that would be far worse, I'm thinking. Better to get everything out all at once. Better for everyone," Billy said, offering Dom a biscuit. Dom declined. Suddenly he wasn't hungry any more.
"Did you already pick up the trail of clothes we left?" Dom asked, suddenly picturing Elijah stumbling over a pair of his boxers in the hallway by the loo. This actually would be Elijah's first time over here, he realized--usually the four of them went out places, or to Sean's or Billy's. He hadn't seen Elijah's place either.
"I did. Let's go start 'Bridget's Diary'. Try to relax, all right?" Billy finished cleaning up after himself in the kitchen and went to the living room. Dom reluctantly followed.
"Uh-huh," Dom responded, but he felt anything but relaxed. The two of them sat on the couch and Dom reached over to grab a hand. For support.
It most certainly *didn't* feel like half an hour had passed when the door bell rang, but according to the counter on the VCR, it had been. Dom had just started to get into the movie, but at the ring, he jumped up and hurried to the door, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and the cold feeling at the base of his spine. Billy stood and followed at a more leisurely pace.
Taking a deep breath, Dom opened the door.
Elijah had looked better; he looked paler than usual, with dark circles under his eyes which made his blue eyes even more unholy looking, quietly smoldering. He'd apparently thrown on his clothes--baggy jeans and a dark blue shirt too big for his slight frame, just sort of hanging off him. He stared at Dom with deadly calm, and Dom wondered if he should go hide the knives of the house. He shivered.
"Come on in, Elijah." Dom backed away so Elijah could enter, closing the door behind him. Elijah shot him a suspicious look, almost like he was expecting a trap. Oh fuck that, thought Dom; what, now he thought Billy and he were going to bloody well beat him up? What the fuck had Sean told him?
"Where's Billy," Elijah asked in a low voice. He relaxed visibly as Billy came up to stand beside Dom, then stiffened. Dom watched as Elijah's eyes traveled over Billy, nothing his clothes, his neck, and the way he was leaning in towards Dom . . . Dom jumped as Billy put a hand on his back and shot him a look, clearly showing the relationship. Christ, Billy, he thought, trying not to tremble; did you have to be *that* brash about it?
Dom turned back to Elijah in time to see the fire blaze in his eyes--oh fucking shit--and the hatred, and betrayal? But he didn't have time to really register that, for the next second Elijah was coming at him, shoving him hard against the wall with his arm pinning his throat and his face set in a snarl, killing rage in his eyes. Christ but the kid was strong; and Dom was choking as the pressure increased on his windpipe, cutting off air . . . those blue eyes dancing crazily in his vision as he tried to get in a breath. Why wasn't he fighting back, he dimly thought. That didn't make any fucking sense . . .
"Get the hell off, Elijah! Now stop it!" Billy's voice, then hands were tearing Elijah away and Dom was gasping for air, bent over, rubbing at his throat.
Elijah was hurling words at Billy but Dom only half heard them, "Only exceptions, huh? What the fuck, Billy--I thought you were my friend! Why sleep with the fucking slut?!"
Oh bloody hell was that what he thought of him? Dom panted for air, trying to swallow, trying to get his mouth working again. Shit, 'Lij had actually tried to kill him--tried to fucking choke him! If Billy hadn't been here, what would have happened? He didn't like to think. Such passion. It sent odd surges through him. Hell, he'd known Elijah was dangerous. Passionate. Dom shook his head, trying to clear it. "Not a slut," he managed to get out, as Billy held Elijah back, but Billy was talking, and he doubted Elijah heard him.
"I *am* your friend, Elijah, and what Dom and I do is our own business. He's my good friend and I really like him and it doesn't change anything about your friendship or Sean's or anything else. Grow up a little--it's going to be a long shoot. Get control of yourself and come sit down--we're all going to talk until we're all clear about things. All right?"
Elijah paced like a caged tiger, throwing glares at Dom, but the blue fire had left his eyes at least; they were back to smoldering. Dom stood behind Billy, just in case. "I'm really sorry, 'Lij. I didn't know about you and Sean--he was talking like you weren't interested, and I offered to help, and he never said 'no'. I don't plan on trying anything again; trust me."
"I don't trust you at all, Dom, but you're right; you're not trying anything else on him ever again, or I really will hurt you. I don't care if I'm smaller." Elijah all but growled, fixing his eyes on Dom in a way that seemed to make the room fade out of focus until all he could see were those eyes. Dom focused instead on the back of Billy's head, on his back, on the collar of Dom's shirt. No good. He could still feel Elijah's eyes like two hot brands on his skin.
He said the rest to Billy's back. "I was only looking for friends, and for me that can get physical at times. Billy understands. Please, Elijah, I really didn't mean to hurt anyone. Can you and I . . ." He couldn't say it, even though suddenly it was very important that Elijah forgive him, that they try to salvage at least something from this. He found his throat was choked up now for an entirely different reason. He swallowed hard.
"Going to me wasn't Dom's idea, Elijah--I grabbed him, if you want to know the truth of it. And I'd wanted to since just about the first day, so don't go saying I betrayed you or anyone else. You're hurting because Sean is hurting; all of us are. Now please sit down and tell us what's happening. Let's see if we can work together on this, all right, mate?" Billy's voice could be so soothing with its lilt, and he was moving forward now to take Elijah's arm and gently but firmly lead him over to the living room. Almost mechanically, Dom followed, trying to stay out of the line of fire of Elijah's gaze, trying to stay near Billy. Elijah ended up perched uncomfortably on the love seat, while Billy and he sat down on the couch.
Billy spoke. "Okay, Dom, we'll start with you--tell *everything* that happened with Sean yesterday. Then you, Elijah, tell us whatever you're comfortable with--for really, it's your business what Sean and you do, not ours, but I think it would help if we knew a little. Sound good?"
Elijah nodded numbly, curling in on himself; Dom could actually see the walls go up. Rubbing at the base of neck to try to fix a knot there, Dom told everything about the game, the drive home, his offer to be a replacement, only revealing of the actual action as "It was only a quick blow job and a hand job back. He wouldn't let me kiss him. And I knew it was a mistake soon after it was over. All he wanted to do was get back home. So I guess, yeah, maybe I took advantage of him. But god, 'Lij, I swear I didn't mean to. Just got a little overzealous. I did have a really big crush on him."
Elijah nodded, not looking at him. "He and Christine must be having problems; that's the only explanation I can think of. He came on to me in the gym, and we did some stuff in the showers--not much, really. Then this morning--again--I couldn't say no. So I guess I shouldn't really blame him. I still blame you, Dom. And I'm going to be watching you. But if you'll leave him alone, then I'll try to see what all's going on, see if I can help in any way. I'm just really fucking confused."
Billy stood up and crossed over to Elijah, holding out an arm. "Need a hug? Not a come on, just a friend's hug. We are here to help you. Dom and Sean are over. No need to worry yourself any longer on that count, matey. And I want you to hug Dom before you leave. All four of us have to get along together. We'll make a new start of it, ehm?"
Elijah stood, and buried his head in Billy's shoulder, clutching at him, and Dom tried to look away, but he couldn't. The sight bothered him. But Billy was right; they all had to do this. He stood but made no moves forward, watching them uncertainly as Billy clapped Elijah on the back and drew back. Billy waved a hand over to Dom.
"All right. Your turn. Elijah?" Dom and Billy both looked to see what expression was on Elijah's face. He looked wary, and none too friendly, but the fire was gone now; only a pained emptiness now resided in those eyes. Nodding, Elijah stepped forward and raised one hand.
"Sorry I attacked you. But you did deserve it." Elijah was speaking to his shoes, but he stepped closer, and Dom wrapped his arms around and gave him a tight squeeze. It felt . . . surprisingly good. Dom backed off immediately.
"Okay, I deserved it. Are we settled, then? You can still smile at my jokes tomorrow? I know a great one about a blond and a herring fish." He'd already told it, actually, and Elijah had laughed for a solid five minutes. If that didn't get a smile, then he was doomed.
Well, a half smile was better than none. "I'll try. Give me a few days."
"Fair enough." Billy said. "Now, do you want us to go over to Sean and Christine's with you, or go alone? Either way, you need to corner Sean and see what's messing round that head of his."
"Alone, thanks. At his house it should be safe enough. If that doesn't work, then tomorrow at the studio we can all corner him. He said he needed some time to think things over anyway. Maybe that's not such a bad thing." Elijah scratched at his head, fidgeting with the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. Dom remembered something about his getting lunch and glanced over at the entranceway. Huh.. Sure enough, there was a bag from the local delicatessen.
"Wanna eat? I'm starved," he said, going over to pick it up.
Billy made a low happy sound in his throat, and Dom just about dropped the bag as sudden heat flowed through him. Fuck that Scot could make him hot. "I'm hungry too. Elijah? Come sit in the kitchen?"
Elijah made a move with his head that could have been a yes, and the three of them sat down to eat, not saying much through the meal. Afterwards, Elijah quietly told them he was heading over to Sean's, and with a brief farewell, made his way to the door. Just before he left, he looked over at Billy. "I'm sorry I got mad at you. You're right; the two of you aren't my business. Just don't let yourself get . . . carried away." He looked at Dom, and the look stung. So he thought Dom was out to break Billy's heart now? Christ almighty. Remind him not to talk about relationships with Elijah ever again.
Billy smiled, ignoring the warning. "Not to worry. Good luck, Elijah. Hope the best for you."
"Yeah, me too," Dom was quick to say. Fuck if he wasn't going to try to be friends again.
"Thanks," Elijah said in a small voice, heavy with exhaustion. Then he left.
"Poor kid; not really ready for this sort of a relationship, I’m thinking," Billy said when he was gone.
Dom looked at him. "What do you mean?"
Billy looked at him, and his eyes looked old and sad. "Well it's painfully obvious, Dommie boy. He's in love with Sean, and the other way around too. And Sean's married--it'll be hell no matter what he chooses. We'll have tae be there for the two of them. Sad situation all around."
To actually have it said out loud like that somehow was much more painful to hear than he'd expected, Dom suddenly felt very depressed. And . . . something else. Angry.
Funny thing, he wasn't angry at the person he probably should have felt angry at, after the choking incident and all.
His anger was directed at Sean.
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TBC
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