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Title: New Moon
Author: Suede Scripture
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: DomLijah
Warnings: Fluffy, for the most part. I'm new at writing RPS slash, feel free to cringe. Also, unbetaed 'cept by me, which doesn't account for much.
Other: Drunken Lij. Puke. Yummy. Crits welcome, please.
Orlando and Dom always made Lij sit bitch in they all crammed into the back of Sean’s car. Sean nearly always had to drive home when the rest of them had had too much. Dependable Sean.
The excuse was always pretty much the same. “You’ve got the smallest ass, Lij,” Orlando would say and jump in before he could protest. And Dom would usually push him in and shut the door before anyone was situated anyway.
It was uncomfortably warm between the two tonight (or this morning, rather), Dom’s jean clad thigh pressed against his right, Orli’s cargo’s against his left, and four or five shots of Jager assaulting his liver in the middle. Billy had won that round, and was now having an animated conversation with Sean as if he was perfectly sober. Lij was wondering exactly how the little half-pint shit could manage to drink all of them under the table without so much as a slur when his stomach gave a wonderful lurch. He gulped, and was suddenly very aware of the slickness coating his forehead. Billy’s voice sounded abnormally loud. Its so dark tonight, he thought, must be a new moon....
****
Lij woke slowly and cotton-mouthed. He opened his eyes and squeezed them shut again against the searing light that awoke a brilliant throbbing behind his eyes. He groaned, and it made him aware of the lovely taste of bile in his mouth.
“Morning, Sunshine,” a voice said, quiet, nearly a whisper. Elijah was fairly sure he imagined it, and pulled the covers up over his head to sleep the rest of the day, but presently he heard the drapes being drawn shut. He peeked out carefully through his lashes and saw the now darkened room wasn’t his. Dom lay a glass of water and two aspirin on the bedside table. “Feeling like shit, right?”
Elijah scrubbed his face with his palms and looked around again, squinting, “What am I doing here? Where’s here anyway?”
Dom chuckled softly again, not a sound Elijah was very familiar with. Dom was not usually the quiet type. When he laughed it usually filled the room with a contagious feeling. “You’re at my house. We couldn’t find your keys, so we just brought you here after you passed out.” Dom picked up the aspirin again and held it out. He watched as Elijah sat up and took it, and motioned to his bare torso with a nod of his head when he set the glass down, “I sent your clothes out to be cleaned. You’ll have to borrow mine ‘til you get home.”
Dom got up and busied himself, folding the blanket he’d slept under on the floor beside the bed. Lij watched him without really noticing, praying for the aspirin to kick in soon, scrunching his nose at the taste in his mouth. “What happened? I passed out in the car?”
“You yakked in the car, all over yourself to be exact, and then you passed out. Incidentally, did you know Sean has a remarkably colorful vocabulary? He really does. You should puke in his car sometime when you aren’t planning on falling asleep right after.”
Lijah sighed and leaned back, pulling the quilt back up. “I’m sorry I was such a pain in the ass,’ he said vaguely before closing his eyes, verging on sleep once again.
Dom glanced back at him, but Elijah was already breathing heavily. “Don’t worry about it.” he whispered, his eyes flickering, “You were no trouble at all.”
****
Jager vomit isn’t the most pleasant thing to clean up, Dom had decided. He and Orli had luckily been barely out of target range, and Elijah’s lap and the carpeted floor of Sean’s Honda had borne the brunt of it. Dom had managed to convince Sean to drive another two minutes to his house so they could lay Lijah down. Sean pulled into the drive spouting all manner of obscenities and stringing them with some more interesting adjectives. Billy had a difficult time containing his laughter, which resulted in his having to help clean the mess while Orlando and Dom pulled Elijah into the house and with Dom grabbing the beach towel he’d slung over the armchair that afternoon to cover it, deposited him on the sofa in the living room. Elijah moaned weakly when prompted.
“Do you think he’ll be alright?” Orli had asked.
“I’ll watch him. I can call a doctor if anything seems wrong.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, he’ll be fine.”
Orli left as Sean shoved soiled paper towels into Dom’s porch trash bin, muttering under his breath, Billy behind him still snorting back his mirth. They piled back in, rolled the windows down, and the Honda left the curb. Dom waved and inhaled the crisp sping night air. The sky was clear and the stars peppered through it above the lights of the city. They seemed clearer than usual, brighter, the new moon leaving the sky dark and violet. Dom felt tired and free, his buzz leaving him to the clarity of the cold air.
Back inside Elijah was curled unceremoniously on the couch, his T- shirt and the lap of his jeans stained and reeking. He trembled slightly, sweat dripping from his face down his neck.
Now that his giddiness had left him, Dom felt guilty for having goaded Lij on when he knew damn well Billy could easily out-drink him. Elijah hadn’t eaten much that day either. He crossed to the couch, quite aware of the smell, glad he’d thought to spread the beach towel over the upolstery. Still, he doubted Elijah would really want to wake up in a pool of his own vomit.
Dom filled a basin with warm water in the kitchen, found a couple terry wash cloths and brought them back out to the sofa. “Alright Lij, come on, up.” Lij groaned as Dom lifted him into a sitting position but didn’t open his eyes or protest when Dom peeled the smelly shirt off. Laying him back down and settling on the floor next to the sofa, he dipped the washcloth into the warm water, wrung it out and gently wiped Elijah’s sweating brow. Dom only then really noticed how pale his skin was, smooth as marble, and near as white. Elijah’s pink lips parted with another whimper he was totally unaware of. His hair was slicked with sweat and his eyelids fluttered momentarily before settling back down, limp and heavy. Dom’s hand trembled ever so slightly as he abandoned the cloth and traced a long finger along the ridge of the Lijah’s chiseled nose, and rested it on the softness of the parted lips, the warm breath tickling the nerves of his fingertip. Dom had never been so completely aware of Elijah’s presence until now, in the dark hours of the morning with the boy unconscious in his living room, still stinking of the puke that soiled his jeans.
Dom contemplated the jeans, which were significantly worse off than the shirt had been, having caught the bulk of Elijah’s stomach contents. He glanced over the younger man’s white stomach, flat, but flaccid and still with a slender boyish waist. He slid his hand down to Lijah’s chest, felt it rise and fall, warm, soft, slightly clammy. Dom closed his eyes and timed his own breathing with Elijah’s, more than a little aware of the feverish heat had seemingly spread through Dom’s palm and sent a message directly to his groin.
Dom took a deep breath and slid his hand down to the button of the jeans, flicked it open and with an unconscious heat coming to his eyes watched Elijah’s face while he unzipped the fly. Dom worked the jeans down the slender hips and then pulled them off slowly from the knees, all the while his hard eyes waiting for Lij to wake up, demanding where he was and what was going on. Whatever it was that he was feeling now, if it was going to go anywhere anyway, it sure as hell wouldn’t do to be caught in the act of unpantsing the very person he wanted to get closer to.
With the jeans off Dom hitched Elijah’s patterned boxers back up from the dangerously low level they’d slipped to. He wadded the shirt and jeans and found a plastic bag to wrap them in. He put them by the front door before returning to the darken living room, back to his seat on the floor. He dipped the washcloth again ad laved the clamminess from Elijah’s chest and neck, then drying his skin with the second cloth.
Dom wasn’t sure of how long he merely sat watching Elijah sleep, occasionally reaching out to smooth the soft hair on his arms or trace the line of a muscle under the skin, or just resting his own head against the warmth of his abdomen, all the while intensely aware of wanting to know this boy more than he knew anyone else. Wanting to touch him, wanting to taste his lips, wanting to hear what sounds he would make if Dom had him pressed up against a wall, hips grinding together, eyes burning into each other, challenging, fighting, giving in, melting together.
Elijah gave a tiny noise between a moan and whimper, and Dom drew in his breath, his mind almost sucked it in as part of the fantasy, almost pushed him over the edge, but the goose fleshed skin of Elijah’s waist beneath his arm brought him back to reality. He jerked his head up with a start, afraid Elijah had awakened. He was shivering heavily, cold now that the fever had passed. Dom rubbed his chest and arms lightly, trying to warm him, trying to calm himself, to push the idea from his mind, at least for now.
Dom slid an arm under Elijah’s back and pulled him into a sitting position again, warranting another moan that sent a jolt straight to his dick. Leaning the boy against his shoulder, he scooped him up under the knees, stunned at how small he seemed, all folded up, even though they were nearly the same size. Dom lifted and carried him to the bedroom, Elijah’s hot breath teasing the skin of his neck.
Dom lay him on the bed and pulled the down quilt over shivering skin. Elijah’s lids fluttered and he flailed an arm, grabbing Dom around the neck. Dom froze as Elijah muttered something incoherent, his fierce blue eyes wide open and clear for just a second. Dom strained to hear, his face inches from Lijah’s, lips close, aching, breathing hard, completely turned on. Then the eyes slowly closed and Elijah sank, limp into the pillow. Dom followed him, unable to resist, letting his lips barely touch against Lijah’s, their breath mingling.
No. It wouldn’t be right. Dom wanted this, so much, but he wanted Elijah to want it too. He sank to the floor by the mattress, gripping Elijah’s hand in his left hand, listening to the slow, rhythmic breathing of his sleep. Dom unzipped his jeans and wrapped his right hand around his straining cock, matching his own breath to Lijah’s, matching the rhythm to his hand, slow, up, down, squeeze. His orgasm came fast, shuddering, suppressing the desire to cry out with a teeth gritted growl against the mattress.
He let go of Elijah’s hand and lay back on the floor, listening. Elijah drew in a deep heavy breath, contented in his sleep. He’ll have one hell of a hangover in the morning, Dom thought.
Author: Suede Scripture
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: DomLijah
Warnings: Fluffy, for the most part. I'm new at writing RPS slash, feel free to cringe. Also, unbetaed 'cept by me, which doesn't account for much.
Other: Drunken Lij. Puke. Yummy. Crits welcome, please.
Orlando and Dom always made Lij sit bitch in they all crammed into the back of Sean’s car. Sean nearly always had to drive home when the rest of them had had too much. Dependable Sean.
The excuse was always pretty much the same. “You’ve got the smallest ass, Lij,” Orlando would say and jump in before he could protest. And Dom would usually push him in and shut the door before anyone was situated anyway.
It was uncomfortably warm between the two tonight (or this morning, rather), Dom’s jean clad thigh pressed against his right, Orli’s cargo’s against his left, and four or five shots of Jager assaulting his liver in the middle. Billy had won that round, and was now having an animated conversation with Sean as if he was perfectly sober. Lij was wondering exactly how the little half-pint shit could manage to drink all of them under the table without so much as a slur when his stomach gave a wonderful lurch. He gulped, and was suddenly very aware of the slickness coating his forehead. Billy’s voice sounded abnormally loud. Its so dark tonight, he thought, must be a new moon....
****
Lij woke slowly and cotton-mouthed. He opened his eyes and squeezed them shut again against the searing light that awoke a brilliant throbbing behind his eyes. He groaned, and it made him aware of the lovely taste of bile in his mouth.
“Morning, Sunshine,” a voice said, quiet, nearly a whisper. Elijah was fairly sure he imagined it, and pulled the covers up over his head to sleep the rest of the day, but presently he heard the drapes being drawn shut. He peeked out carefully through his lashes and saw the now darkened room wasn’t his. Dom lay a glass of water and two aspirin on the bedside table. “Feeling like shit, right?”
Elijah scrubbed his face with his palms and looked around again, squinting, “What am I doing here? Where’s here anyway?”
Dom chuckled softly again, not a sound Elijah was very familiar with. Dom was not usually the quiet type. When he laughed it usually filled the room with a contagious feeling. “You’re at my house. We couldn’t find your keys, so we just brought you here after you passed out.” Dom picked up the aspirin again and held it out. He watched as Elijah sat up and took it, and motioned to his bare torso with a nod of his head when he set the glass down, “I sent your clothes out to be cleaned. You’ll have to borrow mine ‘til you get home.”
Dom got up and busied himself, folding the blanket he’d slept under on the floor beside the bed. Lij watched him without really noticing, praying for the aspirin to kick in soon, scrunching his nose at the taste in his mouth. “What happened? I passed out in the car?”
“You yakked in the car, all over yourself to be exact, and then you passed out. Incidentally, did you know Sean has a remarkably colorful vocabulary? He really does. You should puke in his car sometime when you aren’t planning on falling asleep right after.”
Lijah sighed and leaned back, pulling the quilt back up. “I’m sorry I was such a pain in the ass,’ he said vaguely before closing his eyes, verging on sleep once again.
Dom glanced back at him, but Elijah was already breathing heavily. “Don’t worry about it.” he whispered, his eyes flickering, “You were no trouble at all.”
****
Jager vomit isn’t the most pleasant thing to clean up, Dom had decided. He and Orli had luckily been barely out of target range, and Elijah’s lap and the carpeted floor of Sean’s Honda had borne the brunt of it. Dom had managed to convince Sean to drive another two minutes to his house so they could lay Lijah down. Sean pulled into the drive spouting all manner of obscenities and stringing them with some more interesting adjectives. Billy had a difficult time containing his laughter, which resulted in his having to help clean the mess while Orlando and Dom pulled Elijah into the house and with Dom grabbing the beach towel he’d slung over the armchair that afternoon to cover it, deposited him on the sofa in the living room. Elijah moaned weakly when prompted.
“Do you think he’ll be alright?” Orli had asked.
“I’ll watch him. I can call a doctor if anything seems wrong.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, he’ll be fine.”
Orli left as Sean shoved soiled paper towels into Dom’s porch trash bin, muttering under his breath, Billy behind him still snorting back his mirth. They piled back in, rolled the windows down, and the Honda left the curb. Dom waved and inhaled the crisp sping night air. The sky was clear and the stars peppered through it above the lights of the city. They seemed clearer than usual, brighter, the new moon leaving the sky dark and violet. Dom felt tired and free, his buzz leaving him to the clarity of the cold air.
Back inside Elijah was curled unceremoniously on the couch, his T- shirt and the lap of his jeans stained and reeking. He trembled slightly, sweat dripping from his face down his neck.
Now that his giddiness had left him, Dom felt guilty for having goaded Lij on when he knew damn well Billy could easily out-drink him. Elijah hadn’t eaten much that day either. He crossed to the couch, quite aware of the smell, glad he’d thought to spread the beach towel over the upolstery. Still, he doubted Elijah would really want to wake up in a pool of his own vomit.
Dom filled a basin with warm water in the kitchen, found a couple terry wash cloths and brought them back out to the sofa. “Alright Lij, come on, up.” Lij groaned as Dom lifted him into a sitting position but didn’t open his eyes or protest when Dom peeled the smelly shirt off. Laying him back down and settling on the floor next to the sofa, he dipped the washcloth into the warm water, wrung it out and gently wiped Elijah’s sweating brow. Dom only then really noticed how pale his skin was, smooth as marble, and near as white. Elijah’s pink lips parted with another whimper he was totally unaware of. His hair was slicked with sweat and his eyelids fluttered momentarily before settling back down, limp and heavy. Dom’s hand trembled ever so slightly as he abandoned the cloth and traced a long finger along the ridge of the Lijah’s chiseled nose, and rested it on the softness of the parted lips, the warm breath tickling the nerves of his fingertip. Dom had never been so completely aware of Elijah’s presence until now, in the dark hours of the morning with the boy unconscious in his living room, still stinking of the puke that soiled his jeans.
Dom contemplated the jeans, which were significantly worse off than the shirt had been, having caught the bulk of Elijah’s stomach contents. He glanced over the younger man’s white stomach, flat, but flaccid and still with a slender boyish waist. He slid his hand down to Lijah’s chest, felt it rise and fall, warm, soft, slightly clammy. Dom closed his eyes and timed his own breathing with Elijah’s, more than a little aware of the feverish heat had seemingly spread through Dom’s palm and sent a message directly to his groin.
Dom took a deep breath and slid his hand down to the button of the jeans, flicked it open and with an unconscious heat coming to his eyes watched Elijah’s face while he unzipped the fly. Dom worked the jeans down the slender hips and then pulled them off slowly from the knees, all the while his hard eyes waiting for Lij to wake up, demanding where he was and what was going on. Whatever it was that he was feeling now, if it was going to go anywhere anyway, it sure as hell wouldn’t do to be caught in the act of unpantsing the very person he wanted to get closer to.
With the jeans off Dom hitched Elijah’s patterned boxers back up from the dangerously low level they’d slipped to. He wadded the shirt and jeans and found a plastic bag to wrap them in. He put them by the front door before returning to the darken living room, back to his seat on the floor. He dipped the washcloth again ad laved the clamminess from Elijah’s chest and neck, then drying his skin with the second cloth.
Dom wasn’t sure of how long he merely sat watching Elijah sleep, occasionally reaching out to smooth the soft hair on his arms or trace the line of a muscle under the skin, or just resting his own head against the warmth of his abdomen, all the while intensely aware of wanting to know this boy more than he knew anyone else. Wanting to touch him, wanting to taste his lips, wanting to hear what sounds he would make if Dom had him pressed up against a wall, hips grinding together, eyes burning into each other, challenging, fighting, giving in, melting together.
Elijah gave a tiny noise between a moan and whimper, and Dom drew in his breath, his mind almost sucked it in as part of the fantasy, almost pushed him over the edge, but the goose fleshed skin of Elijah’s waist beneath his arm brought him back to reality. He jerked his head up with a start, afraid Elijah had awakened. He was shivering heavily, cold now that the fever had passed. Dom rubbed his chest and arms lightly, trying to warm him, trying to calm himself, to push the idea from his mind, at least for now.
Dom slid an arm under Elijah’s back and pulled him into a sitting position again, warranting another moan that sent a jolt straight to his dick. Leaning the boy against his shoulder, he scooped him up under the knees, stunned at how small he seemed, all folded up, even though they were nearly the same size. Dom lifted and carried him to the bedroom, Elijah’s hot breath teasing the skin of his neck.
Dom lay him on the bed and pulled the down quilt over shivering skin. Elijah’s lids fluttered and he flailed an arm, grabbing Dom around the neck. Dom froze as Elijah muttered something incoherent, his fierce blue eyes wide open and clear for just a second. Dom strained to hear, his face inches from Lijah’s, lips close, aching, breathing hard, completely turned on. Then the eyes slowly closed and Elijah sank, limp into the pillow. Dom followed him, unable to resist, letting his lips barely touch against Lijah’s, their breath mingling.
No. It wouldn’t be right. Dom wanted this, so much, but he wanted Elijah to want it too. He sank to the floor by the mattress, gripping Elijah’s hand in his left hand, listening to the slow, rhythmic breathing of his sleep. Dom unzipped his jeans and wrapped his right hand around his straining cock, matching his own breath to Lijah’s, matching the rhythm to his hand, slow, up, down, squeeze. His orgasm came fast, shuddering, suppressing the desire to cry out with a teeth gritted growl against the mattress.
He let go of Elijah’s hand and lay back on the floor, listening. Elijah drew in a deep heavy breath, contented in his sleep. He’ll have one hell of a hangover in the morning, Dom thought.