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Title: Alone Time
Author:queen_geek
Rating: PG
People: Elijah, Dom, Billy
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Description: Sometimes Elijah needs to be alone. This time, though, the silence talks back. (1000 words)
Elijah sighed contentedly into the quiet emptiness of the house he shared with Dom and Billy. He loved those two like brothers, but sometimes… sometimes he just needed his quiet time, his alone time. Growing up he’d always had his own bedroom to retreat to when Hannah was pestering him or when he just needed to escape the outside world, but in this house a closed door meant little. He couldn’t even pop a squat without fear of Bill popping in to brush his teeth or Dom barging in to ask if he knew where the TV remote was. As if Elijah was some all-knowing Oz who could see the remote even as he sat on the toilet. He learned quickly that the twist to lock mechanism was his best friend. Unfortunately, his bedroom door didn’t lock, and more than once one of the men had shuffled into his room in the dead of night and whispered some excuse - a bad dream, an inability to get comfortable in his own bed - and would crawl under Elijah’s blankets and snuggle close and wrap his arms around Elijah’s thin waist and soon be snoring, disturbing Elijah’s own sleeping pattern.
But now Dom and Billy were out getting groceries. They always went shopping together because Billy never bought Lucky Charms and Dom never bought 2% milk, and because they understood, even though Elijah had never told them, that he just needed to be alone sometimes. Elijah relished his Saturday afternoons - for the grocery shopping often stretched into other chores, or a trip to DC Records, or catching a matinee. He appreciated the three or four hours that were his alone.
Today his plan was to attack his room with a vacuum cleaner and one of those Swiffer brushes his mom swore by. He’d been putting off cleaning for a long time, but today it felt right. The sky was the kind of gray that was too dull and alkaline to truly be a colour, and the cars shushed hypnotically through the grime and salt on the roads. The kind of day that suited itself to organizing and dusting and doing it all while listening to the Pumpkins. So he put Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness into his stereo and sang along with Billy Corgan as he threw the dirty laundry into the basket that had been empty for five days, and as he sorted through the scripts and letters and bills that had piled and multiplied on his desk, and as he rediscovered the colour of his carpet.
When his room was clean, he still had at least an hour of Elijah time, and he was ready for a change from the Pumpkins, so he switched into radio mode and grinned as The Darkness wailed from his surround speakers. Unashamed, he screeched along and even caught himself hopping around disjointedly and believing that he believed in a thing called love. That stopped him in his tracks. He’d never had a reason to not believe in love. Yeah, his parents had divorced, but so did 50% of all married couples in the States. And he’d never suffered the loss of his father; his mother had more than compensated for the male void in his life. Though, he supposed he was a little more in touch with his feminine side than the average 23-year-old male… Not that he was gay, or anything; he was just…secure. In his…sexuality. Wasn’t he?
Wasn’t he?
Standing in the middle of his bedroom, Elijah had an epiphany.
“Oh my god. I’m gay.” Years of repressed memories came flooding back to him. Hugging his best friend, Jason, the day that he moved to LA… not being embarassed to kiss Josh in a late-night, alcohol induced game of Truth or Dare on the set of The Faculty… agreeing with Hannah when she exclaimed over Orlando’s beauty. A hundred more memories flooded his brain, snapshots of moments in his life when he should have backed away in a fit of heterosexual fright but didn’t.
When Dom burst in to his room later in the day, he found Elijah sitting cross-legged on his recently-cleaned floor, an ashtray beside him and a cigarette with a dangerously long ash dangling from limp fingers. Dom took the offensive-smelling stub and ground it out, and Elijah didn’t even blink. When Billy came in a moment later, munching on a handful of peanuts, and plopped down on Elijah’s left, there was no response from the younger man. Dom waved a hand in front of Elijah’s face. Billy tapped his knee. Dom said his name. Billy leaned in and kissed his cheek. That one got his attention. He snapped out of his trance, and brought his hand up to his mouth to take a drag on the cigarette that Dom had exterminated. When he realized that his grasping fingers were empty, he reached into the pack that was clenched in his other hand, drew out a new cigarette, and lit it with the clear purple Bic lighter that he’d nestled down among the cloves. Drawing deep on the filter, he held the smoke in his lungs and spoke.
“How long have you guys known?”
Green and hazel eyes sparkled when gazes met. “Longer than you, apparently.” The response danced off Dom’s lips on a hint of laughter. Blue eyes focused on the nail-bitten index finger currently tracing the hole in the knee of his jeans.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“We didn’t have to. We knew you’d figure it out soon enough.” This time the lilting Scottish brogue delivered the news.
“And you guys…?”
“Yep.”
“Through and through.”
“One hundred percent.”
“All the way.”
“Hardcore.”
“No pun intended.”
Elijah looked into the sincere, smiling faces of his two best friends, and breathed another sigh. Suddenly the idea of being alone wasn’t so appealing to him. What he wanted more than anything right now was to spend more time with Dom and Billy, the men he loved.
queen_geek, and at random_rpf.) My appologies if you're getting spammed with my work.Title: Alone Time
Author:
queen_geekRating: PG
People: Elijah, Dom, Billy
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Description: Sometimes Elijah needs to be alone. This time, though, the silence talks back. (1000 words)
Elijah sighed contentedly into the quiet emptiness of the house he shared with Dom and Billy. He loved those two like brothers, but sometimes… sometimes he just needed his quiet time, his alone time. Growing up he’d always had his own bedroom to retreat to when Hannah was pestering him or when he just needed to escape the outside world, but in this house a closed door meant little. He couldn’t even pop a squat without fear of Bill popping in to brush his teeth or Dom barging in to ask if he knew where the TV remote was. As if Elijah was some all-knowing Oz who could see the remote even as he sat on the toilet. He learned quickly that the twist to lock mechanism was his best friend. Unfortunately, his bedroom door didn’t lock, and more than once one of the men had shuffled into his room in the dead of night and whispered some excuse - a bad dream, an inability to get comfortable in his own bed - and would crawl under Elijah’s blankets and snuggle close and wrap his arms around Elijah’s thin waist and soon be snoring, disturbing Elijah’s own sleeping pattern.
But now Dom and Billy were out getting groceries. They always went shopping together because Billy never bought Lucky Charms and Dom never bought 2% milk, and because they understood, even though Elijah had never told them, that he just needed to be alone sometimes. Elijah relished his Saturday afternoons - for the grocery shopping often stretched into other chores, or a trip to DC Records, or catching a matinee. He appreciated the three or four hours that were his alone.
Today his plan was to attack his room with a vacuum cleaner and one of those Swiffer brushes his mom swore by. He’d been putting off cleaning for a long time, but today it felt right. The sky was the kind of gray that was too dull and alkaline to truly be a colour, and the cars shushed hypnotically through the grime and salt on the roads. The kind of day that suited itself to organizing and dusting and doing it all while listening to the Pumpkins. So he put Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness into his stereo and sang along with Billy Corgan as he threw the dirty laundry into the basket that had been empty for five days, and as he sorted through the scripts and letters and bills that had piled and multiplied on his desk, and as he rediscovered the colour of his carpet.
When his room was clean, he still had at least an hour of Elijah time, and he was ready for a change from the Pumpkins, so he switched into radio mode and grinned as The Darkness wailed from his surround speakers. Unashamed, he screeched along and even caught himself hopping around disjointedly and believing that he believed in a thing called love. That stopped him in his tracks. He’d never had a reason to not believe in love. Yeah, his parents had divorced, but so did 50% of all married couples in the States. And he’d never suffered the loss of his father; his mother had more than compensated for the male void in his life. Though, he supposed he was a little more in touch with his feminine side than the average 23-year-old male… Not that he was gay, or anything; he was just…secure. In his…sexuality. Wasn’t he?
Wasn’t he?
Standing in the middle of his bedroom, Elijah had an epiphany.
“Oh my god. I’m gay.” Years of repressed memories came flooding back to him. Hugging his best friend, Jason, the day that he moved to LA… not being embarassed to kiss Josh in a late-night, alcohol induced game of Truth or Dare on the set of The Faculty… agreeing with Hannah when she exclaimed over Orlando’s beauty. A hundred more memories flooded his brain, snapshots of moments in his life when he should have backed away in a fit of heterosexual fright but didn’t.
When Dom burst in to his room later in the day, he found Elijah sitting cross-legged on his recently-cleaned floor, an ashtray beside him and a cigarette with a dangerously long ash dangling from limp fingers. Dom took the offensive-smelling stub and ground it out, and Elijah didn’t even blink. When Billy came in a moment later, munching on a handful of peanuts, and plopped down on Elijah’s left, there was no response from the younger man. Dom waved a hand in front of Elijah’s face. Billy tapped his knee. Dom said his name. Billy leaned in and kissed his cheek. That one got his attention. He snapped out of his trance, and brought his hand up to his mouth to take a drag on the cigarette that Dom had exterminated. When he realized that his grasping fingers were empty, he reached into the pack that was clenched in his other hand, drew out a new cigarette, and lit it with the clear purple Bic lighter that he’d nestled down among the cloves. Drawing deep on the filter, he held the smoke in his lungs and spoke.
“How long have you guys known?”
Green and hazel eyes sparkled when gazes met. “Longer than you, apparently.” The response danced off Dom’s lips on a hint of laughter. Blue eyes focused on the nail-bitten index finger currently tracing the hole in the knee of his jeans.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“We didn’t have to. We knew you’d figure it out soon enough.” This time the lilting Scottish brogue delivered the news.
“And you guys…?”
“Yep.”
“Through and through.”
“One hundred percent.”
“All the way.”
“Hardcore.”
“No pun intended.”
Elijah looked into the sincere, smiling faces of his two best friends, and breathed another sigh. Suddenly the idea of being alone wasn’t so appealing to him. What he wanted more than anything right now was to spend more time with Dom and Billy, the men he loved.