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Fic: The Heart of the Matter (2/4), DM/VM
Title: The Heart of the Matter (2/4)
Author: Jaq (lazulus@livejournal.com)
Pairing: DM/VM
Rating: R
Summary: Too much alcohol can be a dangerous thing.
Disclaimer: Very much the product of my warped and twisted mind and I'm sure that these nice boys would never even think of doing anything like this.
Feedback: Appreciated
Notes: UK spelling. Part one can be found here. Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
viva_gloria for ironing out many of the worst quirks and for nudging me along - any complaints about the ending of this part should be addressed to her! Once again, thanks and tacklehugs to jenfr for the beta and for being a goddess. I would also like to thank freyafloyd for playing dodgems with my brain - I may not get enough sleep, but at least I am having fun!
Dom wondered who the hell had chosen this bloody restaurant. He looked around the table at his companions; most of the Fellowship were there, along with a few of the WETA guys, a couple of production girls and a lone make-up artist.
Sitting opposite him was Elijah. Elijah, staring down at the plate in front of him with a bemused look on his face.
"So, what is this?" Elijah blinked up at Sean Bean, who was sitting next to Dom.
"Artichoke hearts in oil. Very nice. Eat it!" Sean gestured in a paternal manner and went back to his own plate of mezes.
Elijah made a face and looked across the table at Dom. "You ever had these?" He poked at the parchment-coloured flesh of the artichoke and grimaced.
"Oddly enough..." Dom turned to look down the table to his right. Viggo was chatting amiably to Billy and Orlando. Dom sighed and gazed down at his own plate of food, a blush adding a flush to his cheeks.
Turkish. Dom had never had Turkish food. He wished he *still* hadn't. Not that it wasn't very nice. Delicious in fact. All lush flavours: garlic, tomato, aubergine, chick peas, lamb, almonds. And artichokes. He sighed again and began to pick at his food.
Viggo's laugh rang out from down the table. From out of the corner of his eye, Dom saw Sean turn his head.
"Nice to hear him laughing. Been a miserable sod the last few days." Sean smiled handsomely at Dom. "Think he's missing his kid." Sean suddenly went pensive and put his fork down. "Mind you, I know the feeling. Miss my girls." He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Dom almost rolled his eyes. Christ, he could do without all these moody men around him this evening. Not that he wasn't supportive. They'd all had bouts of homesickness, nights spent getting drunk in each others' houses trying not to think of everyone back home. He glanced up at Elijah, who was stabbing his artichoke with a fork, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
"For fuck's sake, Lij! Will you just eat the fucking thing!"
Dom's immediate neighbours all broke off their conversations and turned to look at him in surprise.
"What?" Dom asked tetchily. "He's just picking at the fucking thing! So annoying."
Elijah stared at Dom with an expression of hurt and something else that Dom couldn't quite pin down.
"No need to yell." Elijah's voice was unusually quiet. He put his fork down and pushed his plate away.
Oh great. Dom sighed internally. Now he'd upset Lij and everyone was going to be really pissed at him as a result. He sighed aloud. "I'm sorry. Just, I dunno, just not in a very good mood. Shouldn't take it out on you. Sorry."
"Okay." Elijah looked uncertain. "Dom, have I done something? You've been acting weird toward me all evening."
Dom suddenly felt very guilty. It wasn't as if it were Elijah's fault that Dom had been having erotic dreams about him. And boy, were the dreams filthy. Considering that until Dom met Elijah he had never even thought about sex with another man, it was amazing what he could come up with. The dreams were getting more and more explicit. As a result, Dom was finding it harder and harder to look Elijah in the eye.
He made himself smile. "I'm sorry, Lij, it's nothing you've done." He promised himself that from now on he'd make a real effort to behave normally towards his friend.
Viggo's voice floated along the table. "Yes, well, you know, food is a wonderfully erotic thing. So many people miss out when they bolt their food down." He was talking to Orlando but quite a few of the other diners were listening in amusement.
He's drunk, Dom thought, equally amused.
Bean let a terse laugh tumble from his throat. "Here we go. Viggo, food and sex." He smirked, shook his head and returned to his meal.
Dom was intrigued. He gave Sean a searching look, trying to work out whether he was reading too much into a seemingly innocuous comment. Viggo's words from the other evening came back to him. Sean? No fucking way! Dom felt as if his head was about to explode. He shifted his gaze to Viggo, who was listening intently to some long, involved story of Orli's. Their heads were so close that, from this angle, they looked as if they were kissing. Christ. He really needed to get a grip, he was seeing homosexual liaisons everywhere. Even Bean, for fuck's sake! Bean, the world's straightest man.
"Dom." Elijah was blinking those huge eyes at him across the expanse of table.
Dom blinked back. Pretty. He blinked again, then plastered a smile across his features and concentrated on twinkling at everyone's favourite blue-eyed boy.
Elijah twinkled in response, a blush rising up his throat.
Interesting.
Not a girl. Dom concentrated some more. Not a girl. He was concentrating so hard that he missed Elijah leaning across the table with a fork in his hand.
"You want this?" The fork was waving in front of Dom's mouth. Dom decided to concentrate on trying to get the artichoke from the fork to his mouth without causing too much damage to his clothing.
He placed his mouth carefully over the prongs of the fork and held onto the fleshy vegetable with his teeth. Pursing his lips, he pulled back and dragged the food off the fork and into his mouth. He let his eyes drift closed, sat back, chewed several times and swallowed. His tongue flicked over his lips, clearing the remnants of oil, and then disappeared into his mouth with a smacking sound.
When he opened his eyes, he found Elijah gazing at him in a sort of rapture.
"What?" Dom's voice was almost a whine.
Dom noted that Elijah's cheeks were pink in the lamplight of the restaurant. When the hell did they dim the lights? He looked back down the table and focused on Viggo staring back at him. Hard.
Fuck it. Dom had had enough; it was time to end this evening of torture. He plundered his pockets for some money and, turning to Bean, thrust the notes at him. "Think that should cover my end of the bill." He turned back to Elijah, who had returned to his impersonation of furrowed-brow-boy. "Sorry, in a fucker of a mood. Going home. I'll feel better in the morning. Enjoy the rest of the evening."
With that, he pushed back his chair, waved a hand vaguely at his companions and eased his way out of the restaurant.
Fresh air hit him as he stepped out into the New Zealand night. He stood for a moment stretching his face up towards the stars, drinking in the clarity of the sky. Bundled up against the faint night chill, he set off towards his house.
Dom had only gone a few yards when he heard the sound of a door opening, music and laughing voices settling on the air, and then the tread of feet following behind him. Fuck off. He was not going to turn round. He kept walking. The footsteps sped up. Dom increased his own pace as the thought darted across his mind that maybe he was about to get mugged.
"Dominic. Hey, hold up."
Okay, this was all he fucking needed. Dom turned and waited for Viggo to catch up with him.
"Dominic, my friend."
"You're pissed, Vig." Dom flinched as an arm snaked round his shoulders and he was propelled in the direction of his house.
"You know, Dominic, it occurs to me that you are doing a pretty fucked up job of keeping your desires to yourself. If that's what you are trying to do, of course." Viggo was in full, drunken flow. "I mean, poor Elijah didn't know where to put himself during your little mouth orgasm back there."
Shaking off Viggo's arm, Dom halted abruptly and turned to him, eyes hard and voice shaking. "Just fuck off. Okay? If it hadn't been for you, I'd not have been sitting there feeling like a fucking pervert all evening." He marched off once more, refusing to acknowledge the shouts that followed him along the road.
By the time he got to his front door alone, Dom was feeling calmer and more than slightly foolish.
"You know, acting like a prick and upsetting little boys is so unbecoming."
Dom jumped. "Fucking hell! Are you trying to give me a bloody heart attack?"
"May I come in? I need to piss." Viggo took the key from Dom's hand and unlocked the door.
"Bastard." Dom muttered under his breath. He followed Viggo into the house and closed the door behind him. Turning on the lights, he wandered through to the kitchen and poured a glass of juice, staring into the fridge for something to eat. He hadn't finished his meal and his stomach was rumbling quietly. He heard the rush of the cistern as the water pipes rattled against their housings. Leaning his head against the door of the fridge he closed his eyes and tried to will Viggo to leave. Now.
No such luck.
Dom heard Viggo walk unsteadily into the room. Viggo stood so close to him that he could feel the heat emanating from his body.
"Anyway, where was I." Viggo placed a hand on Dom's back and pushed him slightly.
"Wanking on about something that's none of your business."
"No, no, no." Viggo yanked Dom upright by his belt, and spun him round. The fridge door slammed shut as Dom's arm struck it. "Very much my business. My business being watching out for my friends who seem to be wallowing in some fucking soap opera of their own making."
Dom was being backed against the kitchen cabinets. He had a brief flash of fear, then almost laughed at the absurdity of Viggo ever doing anything to hurt him. "I'm sorry, right? I just got wound up. He was sitting there prodding those fucking artichokes and it was like déjà fucking vu. And I've been trying so hard not to just pin him somewhere and ravish the little fucker." Dom began to laugh.
Instead of joining in with Dom's hilarity, Viggo moved his arm so that Dom was squashed between it and the cupboard. Dom's laughter began to drain away as he saw the look on Viggo's face.
Viggo leaned forward and kissed Dom, hard. No warning; no "hey, do you mind if I just..."; no lead-in; no permission.
Dom made a brief attempt at struggling. Then the feel of Viggo's mouth, the heat pounding off him in waves, the flip-somersaults that his stomach was doing, and finally the twitching in his cock, made him shove his hands in Viggo's Aragorn-long hair and lean into the kiss.
Dom's brain rebelled. "No." He pushed Viggo back and slid aside, hands scrabbling at the counter. "No."
"You said that already." Viggo leaned against the fridge. Dom thought he looked disgustingly unruffled. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"What?" Dom's head jerked up. "No. Whatever makes you think you're making me uncomfortable? And by the way, I'm being sarcastic." He straightened up and headed for the door.
Viggo's hand shot out and grabbed the top of his arm. "Hang on. I'm sorry, okay? I'm somewhat drunk. You had noticed that, hadn't you? I just had a wild urge to continue our conversation from the other evening."
"You've got a bizarre idea about conversation if you think kissing me like that bears any relation to a verbal exchange." Dom began edging towards the door, Viggo trailing along with him. Dom was hoping that he could somehow get Viggo out of the house before things got even more out of hand.
"Dominic." Viggo's grip tightened on his arm. "I'm sorry. Shit. I'm fucking drunk, okay? I didn't mean to freak you out. I honestly thought you were into the idea."
Viggo let go of Dom and slumped against the wall. Putting his hands over his eyes as he slid down, he landed in a heap on the floor, legs tucked up against his chest, head lowered.
"Oh Christ. I'm so sorry, Dom." Viggo's voice was so muffled that Dom had to lean in to hear him. It took a moment for Dom to realise that Viggo had used the shortened form of his name, which he'd never done before tonight.
Dom sat down and leaned his head on Viggo's shoulder. "S'okay. Been a weird evening all round. Don't know what got into either of us." He took hold of Viggo's hands and pulled them away, tilting his face so he could look into Viggo's eyes. "Earth to Vig, earth to Vig, are you receiving me?"
Viggo smiled wanly and squeezed Dom's hands. "I think I may need some coffee. To sober up before I even attempt to stumble home." He scrambled to his feet, yanking Dom up with him.
"You go sit in the front room, I'll make you some coffee, ok?" Dom gave Viggo a light push and watched him sway towards the lounge. He sighed and shook his head. Bad day all round. He put the kettle on the stove and rummaged around for a clean mug and the coffee pot. He himself had no desire for coffee. He was still buzzing from the taste of Viggo's mouth. He had got the flavour of wine mixed in with saliva and was suddenly hungry for the bitter tang of alcohol.
By the time Dom sat down on the sofa next to Viggo, he was feeling a little buzzed. He had chugged the remains of a bottle of white wine (only a glass or so, he told himself) and had started on another.
Viggo eyed him hazily. "Drinking? I would have thought that at this stage, you wouldn't want to join the inebriate club."
"I decided that if I couldn't beat you, I might as well join you." Dom raised his glass and nodded in a silent toast.
Viggo settled back into the sofa cushions and watched Dom take a long gulp. "Okay. So, come on. As we're here, why not tell me what's going on with you and Elijah?"
Dom choked on the mouthful of wine he had been taking. "What d'you mean? There's nothing going on with me and Elijah." Dom suddenly felt as though someone had pulled the carpet out from under him. He was half-annoyed, and half-admiring of Viggo's ability to make him feel so thoroughly blind sided.
"Well, from what I saw this evening, you were doing a pretty good imitation of a man with something on his mind in relation to our young friend." Viggo sipped at his coffee and dragged his fingers through his hair. Dom wondered how drunk he still was.
Dom tipped his head back and groaned. "Alright. As it's pretty damn obvious, to you at least, that I'm not dealing very well with this..." He trailed off, trying to marshall his thoughts into some semblance of coherence. "I just find it really hard to deal with him at the moment. You know that conversation we had the other night?" Viggo nodded. "Well, ever since then I've been having these really, really pornographic dreams. I mean, filthy." Dom blushed and dipped his head, shifting his gaze so he could watch Viggo from beneath his eyelashes.
"Well, not exactly the answer I expected." Viggo smiled. "For some reason I thought that the two of you had actually got around to doing something and that it hadn't gone very well."
Dom stared at him. "What? Why the fuck did you think that?"
"Apart from the fact that he's been making puppy eyes at you for months; that you can hardly keep still when you're within twenty feet of him; that every time one of you touches the other there is a tangible electric shock emitted. Apart from that, well, nothing really." Viggo's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Oh." Dom blinked. He was only just coming to terms with his own feelings for Elijah. That Elijah might reciprocate, even a little, was something Dom hadn't begun to think about. "Well, fuck me."
"If you want."
Dom's head snapped around and he stared at Viggo. "What?"
"I said, if you want, we could maybe finish what we started earlier. Or what I started, should I say." Viggo moved his arm so that it settled behind Dom, and leant in to kiss him.
Dom had a momentary flash of panic; then he let go. Let go of the fear, the discomfort, the flicker of unreality that had settled on him earlier when Viggo had kissed him. He pushed against Viggo and met his mouth hungrily.
They kissed, tongues sliding into each other's mouths, hands roaming all over. Dom wanted to feel another man's skin beneath his hands. He pushed Viggo's shirt up and spread his fingers over defined, hard abs, over skin roughened with hair, over nipples that weren't part of a soft, plump, giving mound. He felt Viggo's hands move lower, fingers unfastening the buttons of his cargo pants and lowering the zip. He tried to breathe, tried to not think too hard about what was happening. Thinking would only lead to panic. It would also lead to a heightened sense of this being anything other than a perfectly reasonable way for two men to spend a drunken evening.
Viggo's hand settled on Dom's cock, lifting it from the confines of his boxers. Dom groaned into Viggo's mouth as he felt long, firm, work-roughened fingers begin to stroke him. He thought that if he just kept kissing, he could cope with this. His whole body began to vibrate with want. He heard strange, guttural noises coming from somewhere and wondered at how noisy Viggo was - then almost laughed aloud as he realised that the sounds were coming from him.
Viggo stroked harder, sending Dom into spasms against him. With a final, low grunt, Dom came in Viggo's hand.
Dom pushed Viggo back, deeper into the cushions of the couch. Without thinking too much about it, he found himself lying next to him, limbs entwined, mouths locked together. The kisses were getting more frenzied. Dom managed to manoeuvre himself so that he could unbuckle Viggo's belt and undo his fly. He slid his hand in and found the last thing he expected.
"Vig?" Dom raised his head and stared at Viggo. "Vig?"
"Shit." Viggo put his hand on Dom's wrist and tried to pull his hand away. "Look, I don't think this is going to happen, okay? Too drunk. Way too fucking drunk."
Dom shook his hand from Viggo's grip and continued to try and elicit a response from Viggo's cock. "Come on. Maybe we're not trying hard enough." He stroked firmly, rubbing the cock-head, teasing and pumping. Nothing. Viggo remained flaccid.
"No. Stop, okay?" Viggo moved away from Dom, pulling his trousers back into some semblance of order, and sat up. "Shit happens, Dom. It's nothing to do with you, it's the alcohol. Happened before, will happen again." He grinned ruefully. "Old guy, remember? We don't get it up as easily as you young bucks."
He stood unsteadily and looked down at Dom with drunken affection. "Really, it's no big deal. Look, I better get going before I pass out. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
Dom watched as Viggo left the room. The sound of the door closing was like a gunshot. He put his hands over his face and moaned. Fuck. The perfect end to the perfect evening.
Author: Jaq (lazulus@livejournal.com)
Pairing: DM/VM
Rating: R
Summary: Too much alcohol can be a dangerous thing.
Disclaimer: Very much the product of my warped and twisted mind and I'm sure that these nice boys would never even think of doing anything like this.
Feedback: Appreciated
Notes: UK spelling. Part one can be found here. Many thanks to
viva_gloria for ironing out many of the worst quirks and for nudging me along - any complaints about the ending of this part should be addressed to her! Once again, thanks and tacklehugs to jenfr for the beta and for being a goddess. I would also like to thank freyafloyd for playing dodgems with my brain - I may not get enough sleep, but at least I am having fun!Dom wondered who the hell had chosen this bloody restaurant. He looked around the table at his companions; most of the Fellowship were there, along with a few of the WETA guys, a couple of production girls and a lone make-up artist.
Sitting opposite him was Elijah. Elijah, staring down at the plate in front of him with a bemused look on his face.
"So, what is this?" Elijah blinked up at Sean Bean, who was sitting next to Dom.
"Artichoke hearts in oil. Very nice. Eat it!" Sean gestured in a paternal manner and went back to his own plate of mezes.
Elijah made a face and looked across the table at Dom. "You ever had these?" He poked at the parchment-coloured flesh of the artichoke and grimaced.
"Oddly enough..." Dom turned to look down the table to his right. Viggo was chatting amiably to Billy and Orlando. Dom sighed and gazed down at his own plate of food, a blush adding a flush to his cheeks.
Turkish. Dom had never had Turkish food. He wished he *still* hadn't. Not that it wasn't very nice. Delicious in fact. All lush flavours: garlic, tomato, aubergine, chick peas, lamb, almonds. And artichokes. He sighed again and began to pick at his food.
Viggo's laugh rang out from down the table. From out of the corner of his eye, Dom saw Sean turn his head.
"Nice to hear him laughing. Been a miserable sod the last few days." Sean smiled handsomely at Dom. "Think he's missing his kid." Sean suddenly went pensive and put his fork down. "Mind you, I know the feeling. Miss my girls." He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Dom almost rolled his eyes. Christ, he could do without all these moody men around him this evening. Not that he wasn't supportive. They'd all had bouts of homesickness, nights spent getting drunk in each others' houses trying not to think of everyone back home. He glanced up at Elijah, who was stabbing his artichoke with a fork, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
"For fuck's sake, Lij! Will you just eat the fucking thing!"
Dom's immediate neighbours all broke off their conversations and turned to look at him in surprise.
"What?" Dom asked tetchily. "He's just picking at the fucking thing! So annoying."
Elijah stared at Dom with an expression of hurt and something else that Dom couldn't quite pin down.
"No need to yell." Elijah's voice was unusually quiet. He put his fork down and pushed his plate away.
Oh great. Dom sighed internally. Now he'd upset Lij and everyone was going to be really pissed at him as a result. He sighed aloud. "I'm sorry. Just, I dunno, just not in a very good mood. Shouldn't take it out on you. Sorry."
"Okay." Elijah looked uncertain. "Dom, have I done something? You've been acting weird toward me all evening."
Dom suddenly felt very guilty. It wasn't as if it were Elijah's fault that Dom had been having erotic dreams about him. And boy, were the dreams filthy. Considering that until Dom met Elijah he had never even thought about sex with another man, it was amazing what he could come up with. The dreams were getting more and more explicit. As a result, Dom was finding it harder and harder to look Elijah in the eye.
He made himself smile. "I'm sorry, Lij, it's nothing you've done." He promised himself that from now on he'd make a real effort to behave normally towards his friend.
Viggo's voice floated along the table. "Yes, well, you know, food is a wonderfully erotic thing. So many people miss out when they bolt their food down." He was talking to Orlando but quite a few of the other diners were listening in amusement.
He's drunk, Dom thought, equally amused.
Bean let a terse laugh tumble from his throat. "Here we go. Viggo, food and sex." He smirked, shook his head and returned to his meal.
Dom was intrigued. He gave Sean a searching look, trying to work out whether he was reading too much into a seemingly innocuous comment. Viggo's words from the other evening came back to him. Sean? No fucking way! Dom felt as if his head was about to explode. He shifted his gaze to Viggo, who was listening intently to some long, involved story of Orli's. Their heads were so close that, from this angle, they looked as if they were kissing. Christ. He really needed to get a grip, he was seeing homosexual liaisons everywhere. Even Bean, for fuck's sake! Bean, the world's straightest man.
"Dom." Elijah was blinking those huge eyes at him across the expanse of table.
Dom blinked back. Pretty. He blinked again, then plastered a smile across his features and concentrated on twinkling at everyone's favourite blue-eyed boy.
Elijah twinkled in response, a blush rising up his throat.
Interesting.
Not a girl. Dom concentrated some more. Not a girl. He was concentrating so hard that he missed Elijah leaning across the table with a fork in his hand.
"You want this?" The fork was waving in front of Dom's mouth. Dom decided to concentrate on trying to get the artichoke from the fork to his mouth without causing too much damage to his clothing.
He placed his mouth carefully over the prongs of the fork and held onto the fleshy vegetable with his teeth. Pursing his lips, he pulled back and dragged the food off the fork and into his mouth. He let his eyes drift closed, sat back, chewed several times and swallowed. His tongue flicked over his lips, clearing the remnants of oil, and then disappeared into his mouth with a smacking sound.
When he opened his eyes, he found Elijah gazing at him in a sort of rapture.
"What?" Dom's voice was almost a whine.
Dom noted that Elijah's cheeks were pink in the lamplight of the restaurant. When the hell did they dim the lights? He looked back down the table and focused on Viggo staring back at him. Hard.
Fuck it. Dom had had enough; it was time to end this evening of torture. He plundered his pockets for some money and, turning to Bean, thrust the notes at him. "Think that should cover my end of the bill." He turned back to Elijah, who had returned to his impersonation of furrowed-brow-boy. "Sorry, in a fucker of a mood. Going home. I'll feel better in the morning. Enjoy the rest of the evening."
With that, he pushed back his chair, waved a hand vaguely at his companions and eased his way out of the restaurant.
Fresh air hit him as he stepped out into the New Zealand night. He stood for a moment stretching his face up towards the stars, drinking in the clarity of the sky. Bundled up against the faint night chill, he set off towards his house.
Dom had only gone a few yards when he heard the sound of a door opening, music and laughing voices settling on the air, and then the tread of feet following behind him. Fuck off. He was not going to turn round. He kept walking. The footsteps sped up. Dom increased his own pace as the thought darted across his mind that maybe he was about to get mugged.
"Dominic. Hey, hold up."
Okay, this was all he fucking needed. Dom turned and waited for Viggo to catch up with him.
"Dominic, my friend."
"You're pissed, Vig." Dom flinched as an arm snaked round his shoulders and he was propelled in the direction of his house.
"You know, Dominic, it occurs to me that you are doing a pretty fucked up job of keeping your desires to yourself. If that's what you are trying to do, of course." Viggo was in full, drunken flow. "I mean, poor Elijah didn't know where to put himself during your little mouth orgasm back there."
Shaking off Viggo's arm, Dom halted abruptly and turned to him, eyes hard and voice shaking. "Just fuck off. Okay? If it hadn't been for you, I'd not have been sitting there feeling like a fucking pervert all evening." He marched off once more, refusing to acknowledge the shouts that followed him along the road.
By the time he got to his front door alone, Dom was feeling calmer and more than slightly foolish.
"You know, acting like a prick and upsetting little boys is so unbecoming."
Dom jumped. "Fucking hell! Are you trying to give me a bloody heart attack?"
"May I come in? I need to piss." Viggo took the key from Dom's hand and unlocked the door.
"Bastard." Dom muttered under his breath. He followed Viggo into the house and closed the door behind him. Turning on the lights, he wandered through to the kitchen and poured a glass of juice, staring into the fridge for something to eat. He hadn't finished his meal and his stomach was rumbling quietly. He heard the rush of the cistern as the water pipes rattled against their housings. Leaning his head against the door of the fridge he closed his eyes and tried to will Viggo to leave. Now.
No such luck.
Dom heard Viggo walk unsteadily into the room. Viggo stood so close to him that he could feel the heat emanating from his body.
"Anyway, where was I." Viggo placed a hand on Dom's back and pushed him slightly.
"Wanking on about something that's none of your business."
"No, no, no." Viggo yanked Dom upright by his belt, and spun him round. The fridge door slammed shut as Dom's arm struck it. "Very much my business. My business being watching out for my friends who seem to be wallowing in some fucking soap opera of their own making."
Dom was being backed against the kitchen cabinets. He had a brief flash of fear, then almost laughed at the absurdity of Viggo ever doing anything to hurt him. "I'm sorry, right? I just got wound up. He was sitting there prodding those fucking artichokes and it was like déjà fucking vu. And I've been trying so hard not to just pin him somewhere and ravish the little fucker." Dom began to laugh.
Instead of joining in with Dom's hilarity, Viggo moved his arm so that Dom was squashed between it and the cupboard. Dom's laughter began to drain away as he saw the look on Viggo's face.
Viggo leaned forward and kissed Dom, hard. No warning; no "hey, do you mind if I just..."; no lead-in; no permission.
Dom made a brief attempt at struggling. Then the feel of Viggo's mouth, the heat pounding off him in waves, the flip-somersaults that his stomach was doing, and finally the twitching in his cock, made him shove his hands in Viggo's Aragorn-long hair and lean into the kiss.
Dom's brain rebelled. "No." He pushed Viggo back and slid aside, hands scrabbling at the counter. "No."
"You said that already." Viggo leaned against the fridge. Dom thought he looked disgustingly unruffled. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"What?" Dom's head jerked up. "No. Whatever makes you think you're making me uncomfortable? And by the way, I'm being sarcastic." He straightened up and headed for the door.
Viggo's hand shot out and grabbed the top of his arm. "Hang on. I'm sorry, okay? I'm somewhat drunk. You had noticed that, hadn't you? I just had a wild urge to continue our conversation from the other evening."
"You've got a bizarre idea about conversation if you think kissing me like that bears any relation to a verbal exchange." Dom began edging towards the door, Viggo trailing along with him. Dom was hoping that he could somehow get Viggo out of the house before things got even more out of hand.
"Dominic." Viggo's grip tightened on his arm. "I'm sorry. Shit. I'm fucking drunk, okay? I didn't mean to freak you out. I honestly thought you were into the idea."
Viggo let go of Dom and slumped against the wall. Putting his hands over his eyes as he slid down, he landed in a heap on the floor, legs tucked up against his chest, head lowered.
"Oh Christ. I'm so sorry, Dom." Viggo's voice was so muffled that Dom had to lean in to hear him. It took a moment for Dom to realise that Viggo had used the shortened form of his name, which he'd never done before tonight.
Dom sat down and leaned his head on Viggo's shoulder. "S'okay. Been a weird evening all round. Don't know what got into either of us." He took hold of Viggo's hands and pulled them away, tilting his face so he could look into Viggo's eyes. "Earth to Vig, earth to Vig, are you receiving me?"
Viggo smiled wanly and squeezed Dom's hands. "I think I may need some coffee. To sober up before I even attempt to stumble home." He scrambled to his feet, yanking Dom up with him.
"You go sit in the front room, I'll make you some coffee, ok?" Dom gave Viggo a light push and watched him sway towards the lounge. He sighed and shook his head. Bad day all round. He put the kettle on the stove and rummaged around for a clean mug and the coffee pot. He himself had no desire for coffee. He was still buzzing from the taste of Viggo's mouth. He had got the flavour of wine mixed in with saliva and was suddenly hungry for the bitter tang of alcohol.
By the time Dom sat down on the sofa next to Viggo, he was feeling a little buzzed. He had chugged the remains of a bottle of white wine (only a glass or so, he told himself) and had started on another.
Viggo eyed him hazily. "Drinking? I would have thought that at this stage, you wouldn't want to join the inebriate club."
"I decided that if I couldn't beat you, I might as well join you." Dom raised his glass and nodded in a silent toast.
Viggo settled back into the sofa cushions and watched Dom take a long gulp. "Okay. So, come on. As we're here, why not tell me what's going on with you and Elijah?"
Dom choked on the mouthful of wine he had been taking. "What d'you mean? There's nothing going on with me and Elijah." Dom suddenly felt as though someone had pulled the carpet out from under him. He was half-annoyed, and half-admiring of Viggo's ability to make him feel so thoroughly blind sided.
"Well, from what I saw this evening, you were doing a pretty good imitation of a man with something on his mind in relation to our young friend." Viggo sipped at his coffee and dragged his fingers through his hair. Dom wondered how drunk he still was.
Dom tipped his head back and groaned. "Alright. As it's pretty damn obvious, to you at least, that I'm not dealing very well with this..." He trailed off, trying to marshall his thoughts into some semblance of coherence. "I just find it really hard to deal with him at the moment. You know that conversation we had the other night?" Viggo nodded. "Well, ever since then I've been having these really, really pornographic dreams. I mean, filthy." Dom blushed and dipped his head, shifting his gaze so he could watch Viggo from beneath his eyelashes.
"Well, not exactly the answer I expected." Viggo smiled. "For some reason I thought that the two of you had actually got around to doing something and that it hadn't gone very well."
Dom stared at him. "What? Why the fuck did you think that?"
"Apart from the fact that he's been making puppy eyes at you for months; that you can hardly keep still when you're within twenty feet of him; that every time one of you touches the other there is a tangible electric shock emitted. Apart from that, well, nothing really." Viggo's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Oh." Dom blinked. He was only just coming to terms with his own feelings for Elijah. That Elijah might reciprocate, even a little, was something Dom hadn't begun to think about. "Well, fuck me."
"If you want."
Dom's head snapped around and he stared at Viggo. "What?"
"I said, if you want, we could maybe finish what we started earlier. Or what I started, should I say." Viggo moved his arm so that it settled behind Dom, and leant in to kiss him.
Dom had a momentary flash of panic; then he let go. Let go of the fear, the discomfort, the flicker of unreality that had settled on him earlier when Viggo had kissed him. He pushed against Viggo and met his mouth hungrily.
They kissed, tongues sliding into each other's mouths, hands roaming all over. Dom wanted to feel another man's skin beneath his hands. He pushed Viggo's shirt up and spread his fingers over defined, hard abs, over skin roughened with hair, over nipples that weren't part of a soft, plump, giving mound. He felt Viggo's hands move lower, fingers unfastening the buttons of his cargo pants and lowering the zip. He tried to breathe, tried to not think too hard about what was happening. Thinking would only lead to panic. It would also lead to a heightened sense of this being anything other than a perfectly reasonable way for two men to spend a drunken evening.
Viggo's hand settled on Dom's cock, lifting it from the confines of his boxers. Dom groaned into Viggo's mouth as he felt long, firm, work-roughened fingers begin to stroke him. He thought that if he just kept kissing, he could cope with this. His whole body began to vibrate with want. He heard strange, guttural noises coming from somewhere and wondered at how noisy Viggo was - then almost laughed aloud as he realised that the sounds were coming from him.
Viggo stroked harder, sending Dom into spasms against him. With a final, low grunt, Dom came in Viggo's hand.
Dom pushed Viggo back, deeper into the cushions of the couch. Without thinking too much about it, he found himself lying next to him, limbs entwined, mouths locked together. The kisses were getting more frenzied. Dom managed to manoeuvre himself so that he could unbuckle Viggo's belt and undo his fly. He slid his hand in and found the last thing he expected.
"Vig?" Dom raised his head and stared at Viggo. "Vig?"
"Shit." Viggo put his hand on Dom's wrist and tried to pull his hand away. "Look, I don't think this is going to happen, okay? Too drunk. Way too fucking drunk."
Dom shook his hand from Viggo's grip and continued to try and elicit a response from Viggo's cock. "Come on. Maybe we're not trying hard enough." He stroked firmly, rubbing the cock-head, teasing and pumping. Nothing. Viggo remained flaccid.
"No. Stop, okay?" Viggo moved away from Dom, pulling his trousers back into some semblance of order, and sat up. "Shit happens, Dom. It's nothing to do with you, it's the alcohol. Happened before, will happen again." He grinned ruefully. "Old guy, remember? We don't get it up as easily as you young bucks."
He stood unsteadily and looked down at Dom with drunken affection. "Really, it's no big deal. Look, I better get going before I pass out. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
Dom watched as Viggo left the room. The sound of the door closing was like a gunshot. He put his hands over his face and moaned. Fuck. The perfect end to the perfect evening.
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and that denouement. Yay!
You are Evil. And I am proud to have been of service.
Where's part three? please
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Oh, the humanity, the humanity! Oh, I love it! Damn, damn, damn.
This is something like actually happens to real people. Getting drunk and talking too loudly and indiscreetly, and then misunderstanding someone's [non] se xual intentions because you're projecting your own, and then not being able to get it up anyway because you're so drunk (Viggo). Being so in lust with someone that it causes you to behave badly and drive them away, proceeding to have drunken casual sex w ith someone else who was unexpectedly available, then not quite knowing what to do with this second person (Dom).
Man, I feel like you have some nefariously obtained insight into my personal failings,* and I'm all shifty and looking for the hidden cameras. :)
*except for the erection thing, of course. But whatever the girl equivalent is...>
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Thank you for your kind words! I wanted so much to write something that wasn't all hearts and flowers; all multiple orgasms and constant erections.
I love your rundown of the action (as much as there is any) you got it so right. That makes me so happy you have no idea!
I will now go and remove the cameras