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Quoi? (3/4)
Title: Qoui? (3/4)
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Just my imagination, nothing to do with anything that really happens between these men behind closed bathroom doors, because I have no idea what they really do in there with each other when I'm not looking.
"All right, children, listen up," Dominic called out merrily as he swung the bathroom door open, dragging Mary Sue into the men's room. "Any gentlemen in here who do not wish to be privy to naughty public sex acts should leave now, or forever hold their peace. And that's peace as in 'peace be with you, my child' not piece as in your ten inch schlong."
Several rather startled faces turned towards him, and then immediately towards Mary Sue, who blushed a brilliant shade of scarlet.
"I'm serious, lads. It's about to get very dirty in here very quickly, and I thought that it would be the gentlemanly thing to do to give you a heads up before, well, the heads were up as it were."
As though queueing up for the ice cream truck the patrons of the bathroom made for the door, several giving Dom a thumbs up before leaving. Dom waved them off, then spun on his heel to give Mary Sue a very thorough kissing.
"Now then, love, I have but one question for you, and although the fate of the world may not be hanging in the balance of the answer, the fate of the evening does rest rather precariously upon your response. Are you ready?"
"Um, sure?" She replied, looking a tad nervous.
"Do you now, or have you ever, read or written any fanfic?"
She blinked. "What?"
"Answer the man," Elijah prompted, swinging open the door of one of the stalls and stepping out to stand beside Dom. He slung an arm around Dom's waist and leaned over to start delicately kissing his neck. Dom closed his eyes for a moment, then turned a predatory gaze back on Mary Sue, whose eyes had widened.
"Come on then, love. Ever written any stories about boys touching other boys?"
"Maybe just a few . . . "
Dom moved around so that he was standing behind Elijah, arms wrapped around the shorter man's waist. He began to gently kiss Elijah's ear, and Lij moaned. Dom kept an eye on Mary Sue to see what her response would be, and let his right hand drift down Elijah's stomach and slide just under the waist of his jeans. Mary Sue licked her lips and swallowed.
"Just a few?" Dom repeated teasingly.
"Well, maybe more than a few."
"Do you like to watch boys touch each other," now his left hand was stroking Lij's nipple through the thin fabric of his old t-shirt. "Or is it only on the page that you like it when one man touches another like this?"
"I can't say that I've really had the -- oh -- pleasure of watching very often."
"To hell with watching," Elijah purred, arching his back like a cat as Dom's fingernails scraped over his nipple. "How about choreographing?"
Dom chuckled at Mary Sue's dumbstruck expression. "Choreographing, love. Tell me what to do to this sweet little boy in front of me, and I'll do it."
"Oh fuck --" Mary Sue sputtered.
Lij pouted. "Whatever happened to foreplay, Dom? I thought that women were suppoed to enjoy foreplay, not skip it and go straight to the main event."
"As did I. Now, was that a command, or commentary?"
Mary Sue blushed. "I've never done anything like this before --"
"Neither have we. So get to it, then."
"How about, uh, starting out by kissing each other?"
"You're in charge, Mary Sue," Dom said. Elijah turned around and brought his lips up to Dominic's. They kissed quietly for a moment, getting into the feel of things. Dom knew that Elijah had always had a fantasy about being told what to do when it came to sex -- it was one of those things that they had talked about over pints in New Zealand. The boy wanted to be dominated, bossed around. And although Dom had a feeling that he was referring more to the type of bossing around that involved whips and handcuffs and large German woman screaming "On your knees, American pig-dog, and make me come!" this was more to his own personal exhibitionistic tastes.
Dom deepend the kissing, easing Elijah's mouth open, touching his tongue to the one waiting for him. The swirled together in the kiss, loosing themselves in the sensation for a moment.
"Uh, Dom, why don't you, um, take off Elijah's shirt?"
Dom broke the kiss, both of them panting now, and slid his fingers under Elijah's shirt, relishing the sensation of hot skin beneath his palms. He teased the shirt up inch by inch, rocking back just out of reach every time that Elijah tried to get back into the kiss. The younger man whimpered, and after a long moment Dom finally gave in and tore the t-shirt over Elijah's head, tossing it on the floor.
"Kiss again," Mary Sue breathed.
Dom and Elijah began kissing in earnest now. Dom ran his hands over Elijah's back, pulling the younger man closer.
"Elijah, unbutton Dom's shirt -- no, don't stop kissing!"
Elijah's fingers fumbled for the buttons of the black shirt, missing several times before finally finding them. He all but tore them open, and Dom was sure that he heard one of them pop off before Lij was done. His shirt joined Elijah's on the floor, and now it was Elijah's hands who were roaming Dom's back, and Dom who was crushed into an embrace.
"Dom, kiss on his neck a bit."
Dom kissed Elijah on the hollow of the throat, and Lij moaned. He kissed around to the side of Lij's throat, and fastened his teeth gently to the molten marble flesh, tasting the slight salt-sweaty taste with his tongue. He began to suck and lick the trapped skin in turns. Elijah's head rolled back, and his fingers clutched Dom's back, fingernails leaving little furrows in Dom's skin.
"No marks, don't leave any marks on him. Not there, anyways."
Dom took that as a request and began to kiss down Elijah's chest, stopping to trace his gleaming collarbone with his tongue before moving down to Lij's very sensitive nipples. He took one into his mouth and began to suck, hard, and Lij arched into him with a cry.
"Harder."
Dom closed his teeth slowly, and Lij whimpered, and Dom increased the pressure until Elijah gasped. He worried the nipple with his teeth, and Elijah began to pant.
"Lower."
Dom reluctantly released Lij's bruised nipple, and continued down, tracing a path with kisses and bites until he was sucking on the side of Elijah's stomach, right where he knew that Lij was the most sensitive. Lij was moaning now, eyes closed, and his hands were buried in Dom's hair, wrapping little strands around and around his fingers. Dom knelt in front of him, sliding his hands down to Elijah's ass, and pulled him in close. He could feel Elijah's hardness as though it were a part of himself, and the knowledge that he had casued that reaction stirred his own cock into restlessness.
"Do it, Dom."
Dom unbuttoned Elijah's pants and pulled down the zip, freeing Elijah's cock from the confines of his tight jeans. He yanked the jeans down lower on Lij's hips, and eased his cock out, wondering again that he had casued this, and that he had waited for so long to do so. He began to stroke Lij's cock gently, and Lij sucked air in through clenched teeth as he began a rhythym as slow and maddening as Lij had subjected him to before. After a moment he glanced over at Mary Sue, whose face was flushed, her eyes glazed with desire.
She nodded shakily.
Dom leaned forward and slipped his lips around the tip of Lij's cock and, so slowly that it was even driving him insane, so who knew what it was doing to Elijah, swallowed the length until it was deep in his throat, until he could take no more. Then, just as slowly, just as tauntingly, he rocked back, until it was only the head again. He swirled his tongue violently around the tip, then leaned back in once again, just as slowly. Elijah cursed, and Dom almost choked trying not to laugh at his friend's impatience, but regained his compsure and began a long, slow, steady rhythm. Elijah tried to increase the pace, but Dom pushed him back, intent on showing him that Elijah wasn't the only one who knew how to drive a man crazy.
"Elijah, I think it's Dom's turn."
Dom rocked back on his heels, and looked up into Elijah's eyes, shocked once again by the darkness of them, the lust radiating out from their impossible blue depths. ELijah hauled him to his feet, one hand straying to stroke his own cock as Dom obediantly removed his pants.
"What, no underwear?" Elijah asked, one eye-brow quirked.
"You know me, love. I'm the Commando King. When do I ever wear pants?"
Elijah shrugged, then dropped to his knees in a swift, graceful movement and captured Dom's cock in his mouth before Dom had time to blink. The sensation rocked through him like an electric shock, and he stumbled back a step, back colliding with the bathroom wall. Where Dom had been deliberately slow, Elijah's mouth was hot and urgent, and Dom was hardly able to breathe as his nerves screamed from the sensation. *Oh god, I'm going to come, I'm going to come oh christ --*
"Enough, Elijah," Mary Sue commanded. "That's not where this is ending."
Dom turned dazed eyes towards her, and Elijah giggled. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." Mary Sue had perched herself on one of the sinks, and was smoking a cigarette, eyes twinkling. "I'm not sure how to put this delicately, so I'm not going to bother. So, here goes -- Elijah, are you still in full possession of your behymen?"
The two men burst out laughing, then laughed harder at the expression of surprise on her face.
"Okay, so that's a funny question?"
"If and only you knew the number of times that I heard the word behymen trip its way out of Billy's mouth tonight you'd understand."
"Well, the question still stands. Elijah?"
Dom turned towards him, hand toying with his overstimulated cock. "Well?"
"Um, well, yes and no?"
"Yes and no? What kind of nancy-boy answer is that? It's either a 'yes, I've still got the anal jewel intact' or it's 'I traded my behymen for a fiver on the set of Flipper.' There's no pussying your way through that question, mate."
"Well, Dom, the answer would be that no, I am no longer the proud owner of a behymen, but that it's been a very long time since then."
"Ah, that cheeky dolphin."
"No, you idiot, it was after that."
"That Hartnett boy from that alien fiasco?"
Elijah blushed. "Well, yes, actually."
Dom gave him a measuring look. "He's a lot taller than you, mate."
"Taller than yourself, also, dumbass."
Mary Sue cleared her throat. "Before you start saying things about height that you can't take back, Elijah, how about letting Dom fuck you?"
Elijah shot her a mock-glare, then turned his eyes back to Dom, their lust-blue color reverbating down Dom's spine and into his, well, his rather engorged manbits.
"Sounds good to me. You ready, loverboy?"
"As I'll ever be."
Dom kissed him quickly, deeply, before grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around. He pinned Elijah to the wall and dropped to his knees behind him, relishing Elijah's surprised gasp. He licked along his index finger and then, with a gentleness and patience that surprised him, he eased it into Elijah, smirking at the sounds of pleasure tinged with pain as Elijah began to moan. He moved slowly, carefully -- teasing non-withstanding and cinematic quality not to be discussed, the Faculty had been a long time ago. A second finger joined the first, and he waited until he could wait no longer before standing up and letting his cock go where the fingers had been preparing the way.
He eased himself gently into Elijah, moving as slowly as possible until Elijah began to move with him, and then he reached around to encircle Elijah's heavy cock with his own hands and deliberately begin to wank him to the motion of his own hips, and they moved together as though they had done this a thousand times before. Elijah braced himself against the wall and began to propell himself backwards hard onto Dom's cock, and Dom thrust harder, harder, until Elijah cried out and threw his head back. They moved in a perfectly syncopated rhythm for a moment longer, and then Elijah's grew jerkier, and Dom felt himself closing in, and he thrust himself in as far as he could go and heard clearly through the storm of his own orgasm as Elijah came as well.
He wrapped his arms around Elijah's waist and held him for a moment, panting into his sweaty shoulder. Lij leaned back limply into the embrace, and brought up his hand to cup the back of Dom's neck. They would have probably stood there forever, lost in each other, but the sounds of the bathroom door opening broke them apart.
Dom turned to look for Mary Sue, but she was gone.
"Damn," Dom muttered. "All I wanted out of her was one really good squee."
Dressed and more or less put together, but with their hair mussed and Dom's eye-liner a bit smudged, the two boys emerged from the bathroom. They made their way across the floor of the club, not touching but with some sort of supernatural feelers attached to each other, and flopped down into empty chairs at their table. Billy was still sitting there, with several empty glasses in front of him. Orlando was beside Billy, looking tipsy and very silly. There were two full beers on the table, and Dom quirked an eyebrow and Billy.
"These yours, mate?"
Orlando giggled, then clapped a hand over his mouth.
"And wouldn't they be in me tum if'n they were?" Billy slurred. "No, Dom lad, some wee thing of a lass just plopped them down on the table a moment ago. They're for you two wankers."
"Really?"
"Well, I cannae think that they're for anyone else," Billy continued, downing the last sip of his own beer. "She came over withem and told me that they were consolation prizes for the loss of, and I quote, 'Elijah's hypothetical behymen'."
Orlando giggled again, this time falling off of his stool. He writhed on the floor with laughter. "Behyemn!" he cried, smacking the floor. "Oh, god, it's still funny no matter how many times he says it."
"Pull yourself together, you raving loon. One would think you mother never properly housebroke you."
"Behymen," Billy mused. "It's a good word. Nice and straight-forward. No subtlely lost there, that's a certainty. Behymen."
"Who are you now, Jeff from Coupling? Going to start raving about keeping women's ears in buckets?"
Billy grinned. "Never fancied the buckets meself. Seems as though they'd get all soggy in a heap like that. Now, a nice spice rack, that's something I could see. You could keep a mess of ears in a spice rack, and there wouldn't be any of the unsightly mooshing together that comes with the likes of buckets."
Elijah stared at Billy. "You really are an odd, odd man, aren't you Billy?"
"Indeed, I am."
"So Lij," Orlando began, pulling himself back into a sitting position by the simple means of using the table for ballast. The cups rattled precariously, and Dom and Elijah grabbed their drinks for protection before they could join Orlando on the dirty floor. "If your behymen was hypothetical before what I can only assume took place in the men's room bathroom, who was the masked man that deflowered you?"
"That cheeky Flipper, I'd expect," Billy put in helpfully. "Never trusted that one."
"You're cut, you skirt-wearing tool, you. You're cut"
"Ah, so Josh, then," Orlando nodded. "But he's so much taller than you!"
Elijah opened his mouth to repsond, then, blushing, closed it quickly. "I hate everyone. Especially those of you in the jury!"
"All your behymen are belong to us!" Orlando cackled gleefully.
"That's it," Elijah said, standing up. He dropped some money on the table, chugged his beer, and hefted the drunken Orlando to an unsteady standing position. "We're leaving here now, before they come over and kick us out for excessive stupidity."
"If they were juding people on that basis, they would have never let us in," Billy pointed out.
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Just my imagination, nothing to do with anything that really happens between these men behind closed bathroom doors, because I have no idea what they really do in there with each other when I'm not looking.
"All right, children, listen up," Dominic called out merrily as he swung the bathroom door open, dragging Mary Sue into the men's room. "Any gentlemen in here who do not wish to be privy to naughty public sex acts should leave now, or forever hold their peace. And that's peace as in 'peace be with you, my child' not piece as in your ten inch schlong."
Several rather startled faces turned towards him, and then immediately towards Mary Sue, who blushed a brilliant shade of scarlet.
"I'm serious, lads. It's about to get very dirty in here very quickly, and I thought that it would be the gentlemanly thing to do to give you a heads up before, well, the heads were up as it were."
As though queueing up for the ice cream truck the patrons of the bathroom made for the door, several giving Dom a thumbs up before leaving. Dom waved them off, then spun on his heel to give Mary Sue a very thorough kissing.
"Now then, love, I have but one question for you, and although the fate of the world may not be hanging in the balance of the answer, the fate of the evening does rest rather precariously upon your response. Are you ready?"
"Um, sure?" She replied, looking a tad nervous.
"Do you now, or have you ever, read or written any fanfic?"
She blinked. "What?"
"Answer the man," Elijah prompted, swinging open the door of one of the stalls and stepping out to stand beside Dom. He slung an arm around Dom's waist and leaned over to start delicately kissing his neck. Dom closed his eyes for a moment, then turned a predatory gaze back on Mary Sue, whose eyes had widened.
"Come on then, love. Ever written any stories about boys touching other boys?"
"Maybe just a few . . . "
Dom moved around so that he was standing behind Elijah, arms wrapped around the shorter man's waist. He began to gently kiss Elijah's ear, and Lij moaned. Dom kept an eye on Mary Sue to see what her response would be, and let his right hand drift down Elijah's stomach and slide just under the waist of his jeans. Mary Sue licked her lips and swallowed.
"Just a few?" Dom repeated teasingly.
"Well, maybe more than a few."
"Do you like to watch boys touch each other," now his left hand was stroking Lij's nipple through the thin fabric of his old t-shirt. "Or is it only on the page that you like it when one man touches another like this?"
"I can't say that I've really had the -- oh -- pleasure of watching very often."
"To hell with watching," Elijah purred, arching his back like a cat as Dom's fingernails scraped over his nipple. "How about choreographing?"
Dom chuckled at Mary Sue's dumbstruck expression. "Choreographing, love. Tell me what to do to this sweet little boy in front of me, and I'll do it."
"Oh fuck --" Mary Sue sputtered.
Lij pouted. "Whatever happened to foreplay, Dom? I thought that women were suppoed to enjoy foreplay, not skip it and go straight to the main event."
"As did I. Now, was that a command, or commentary?"
Mary Sue blushed. "I've never done anything like this before --"
"Neither have we. So get to it, then."
"How about, uh, starting out by kissing each other?"
"You're in charge, Mary Sue," Dom said. Elijah turned around and brought his lips up to Dominic's. They kissed quietly for a moment, getting into the feel of things. Dom knew that Elijah had always had a fantasy about being told what to do when it came to sex -- it was one of those things that they had talked about over pints in New Zealand. The boy wanted to be dominated, bossed around. And although Dom had a feeling that he was referring more to the type of bossing around that involved whips and handcuffs and large German woman screaming "On your knees, American pig-dog, and make me come!" this was more to his own personal exhibitionistic tastes.
Dom deepend the kissing, easing Elijah's mouth open, touching his tongue to the one waiting for him. The swirled together in the kiss, loosing themselves in the sensation for a moment.
"Uh, Dom, why don't you, um, take off Elijah's shirt?"
Dom broke the kiss, both of them panting now, and slid his fingers under Elijah's shirt, relishing the sensation of hot skin beneath his palms. He teased the shirt up inch by inch, rocking back just out of reach every time that Elijah tried to get back into the kiss. The younger man whimpered, and after a long moment Dom finally gave in and tore the t-shirt over Elijah's head, tossing it on the floor.
"Kiss again," Mary Sue breathed.
Dom and Elijah began kissing in earnest now. Dom ran his hands over Elijah's back, pulling the younger man closer.
"Elijah, unbutton Dom's shirt -- no, don't stop kissing!"
Elijah's fingers fumbled for the buttons of the black shirt, missing several times before finally finding them. He all but tore them open, and Dom was sure that he heard one of them pop off before Lij was done. His shirt joined Elijah's on the floor, and now it was Elijah's hands who were roaming Dom's back, and Dom who was crushed into an embrace.
"Dom, kiss on his neck a bit."
Dom kissed Elijah on the hollow of the throat, and Lij moaned. He kissed around to the side of Lij's throat, and fastened his teeth gently to the molten marble flesh, tasting the slight salt-sweaty taste with his tongue. He began to suck and lick the trapped skin in turns. Elijah's head rolled back, and his fingers clutched Dom's back, fingernails leaving little furrows in Dom's skin.
"No marks, don't leave any marks on him. Not there, anyways."
Dom took that as a request and began to kiss down Elijah's chest, stopping to trace his gleaming collarbone with his tongue before moving down to Lij's very sensitive nipples. He took one into his mouth and began to suck, hard, and Lij arched into him with a cry.
"Harder."
Dom closed his teeth slowly, and Lij whimpered, and Dom increased the pressure until Elijah gasped. He worried the nipple with his teeth, and Elijah began to pant.
"Lower."
Dom reluctantly released Lij's bruised nipple, and continued down, tracing a path with kisses and bites until he was sucking on the side of Elijah's stomach, right where he knew that Lij was the most sensitive. Lij was moaning now, eyes closed, and his hands were buried in Dom's hair, wrapping little strands around and around his fingers. Dom knelt in front of him, sliding his hands down to Elijah's ass, and pulled him in close. He could feel Elijah's hardness as though it were a part of himself, and the knowledge that he had casued that reaction stirred his own cock into restlessness.
"Do it, Dom."
Dom unbuttoned Elijah's pants and pulled down the zip, freeing Elijah's cock from the confines of his tight jeans. He yanked the jeans down lower on Lij's hips, and eased his cock out, wondering again that he had casued this, and that he had waited for so long to do so. He began to stroke Lij's cock gently, and Lij sucked air in through clenched teeth as he began a rhythym as slow and maddening as Lij had subjected him to before. After a moment he glanced over at Mary Sue, whose face was flushed, her eyes glazed with desire.
She nodded shakily.
Dom leaned forward and slipped his lips around the tip of Lij's cock and, so slowly that it was even driving him insane, so who knew what it was doing to Elijah, swallowed the length until it was deep in his throat, until he could take no more. Then, just as slowly, just as tauntingly, he rocked back, until it was only the head again. He swirled his tongue violently around the tip, then leaned back in once again, just as slowly. Elijah cursed, and Dom almost choked trying not to laugh at his friend's impatience, but regained his compsure and began a long, slow, steady rhythm. Elijah tried to increase the pace, but Dom pushed him back, intent on showing him that Elijah wasn't the only one who knew how to drive a man crazy.
"Elijah, I think it's Dom's turn."
Dom rocked back on his heels, and looked up into Elijah's eyes, shocked once again by the darkness of them, the lust radiating out from their impossible blue depths. ELijah hauled him to his feet, one hand straying to stroke his own cock as Dom obediantly removed his pants.
"What, no underwear?" Elijah asked, one eye-brow quirked.
"You know me, love. I'm the Commando King. When do I ever wear pants?"
Elijah shrugged, then dropped to his knees in a swift, graceful movement and captured Dom's cock in his mouth before Dom had time to blink. The sensation rocked through him like an electric shock, and he stumbled back a step, back colliding with the bathroom wall. Where Dom had been deliberately slow, Elijah's mouth was hot and urgent, and Dom was hardly able to breathe as his nerves screamed from the sensation. *Oh god, I'm going to come, I'm going to come oh christ --*
"Enough, Elijah," Mary Sue commanded. "That's not where this is ending."
Dom turned dazed eyes towards her, and Elijah giggled. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." Mary Sue had perched herself on one of the sinks, and was smoking a cigarette, eyes twinkling. "I'm not sure how to put this delicately, so I'm not going to bother. So, here goes -- Elijah, are you still in full possession of your behymen?"
The two men burst out laughing, then laughed harder at the expression of surprise on her face.
"Okay, so that's a funny question?"
"If and only you knew the number of times that I heard the word behymen trip its way out of Billy's mouth tonight you'd understand."
"Well, the question still stands. Elijah?"
Dom turned towards him, hand toying with his overstimulated cock. "Well?"
"Um, well, yes and no?"
"Yes and no? What kind of nancy-boy answer is that? It's either a 'yes, I've still got the anal jewel intact' or it's 'I traded my behymen for a fiver on the set of Flipper.' There's no pussying your way through that question, mate."
"Well, Dom, the answer would be that no, I am no longer the proud owner of a behymen, but that it's been a very long time since then."
"Ah, that cheeky dolphin."
"No, you idiot, it was after that."
"That Hartnett boy from that alien fiasco?"
Elijah blushed. "Well, yes, actually."
Dom gave him a measuring look. "He's a lot taller than you, mate."
"Taller than yourself, also, dumbass."
Mary Sue cleared her throat. "Before you start saying things about height that you can't take back, Elijah, how about letting Dom fuck you?"
Elijah shot her a mock-glare, then turned his eyes back to Dom, their lust-blue color reverbating down Dom's spine and into his, well, his rather engorged manbits.
"Sounds good to me. You ready, loverboy?"
"As I'll ever be."
Dom kissed him quickly, deeply, before grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around. He pinned Elijah to the wall and dropped to his knees behind him, relishing Elijah's surprised gasp. He licked along his index finger and then, with a gentleness and patience that surprised him, he eased it into Elijah, smirking at the sounds of pleasure tinged with pain as Elijah began to moan. He moved slowly, carefully -- teasing non-withstanding and cinematic quality not to be discussed, the Faculty had been a long time ago. A second finger joined the first, and he waited until he could wait no longer before standing up and letting his cock go where the fingers had been preparing the way.
He eased himself gently into Elijah, moving as slowly as possible until Elijah began to move with him, and then he reached around to encircle Elijah's heavy cock with his own hands and deliberately begin to wank him to the motion of his own hips, and they moved together as though they had done this a thousand times before. Elijah braced himself against the wall and began to propell himself backwards hard onto Dom's cock, and Dom thrust harder, harder, until Elijah cried out and threw his head back. They moved in a perfectly syncopated rhythm for a moment longer, and then Elijah's grew jerkier, and Dom felt himself closing in, and he thrust himself in as far as he could go and heard clearly through the storm of his own orgasm as Elijah came as well.
He wrapped his arms around Elijah's waist and held him for a moment, panting into his sweaty shoulder. Lij leaned back limply into the embrace, and brought up his hand to cup the back of Dom's neck. They would have probably stood there forever, lost in each other, but the sounds of the bathroom door opening broke them apart.
Dom turned to look for Mary Sue, but she was gone.
"Damn," Dom muttered. "All I wanted out of her was one really good squee."
Dressed and more or less put together, but with their hair mussed and Dom's eye-liner a bit smudged, the two boys emerged from the bathroom. They made their way across the floor of the club, not touching but with some sort of supernatural feelers attached to each other, and flopped down into empty chairs at their table. Billy was still sitting there, with several empty glasses in front of him. Orlando was beside Billy, looking tipsy and very silly. There were two full beers on the table, and Dom quirked an eyebrow and Billy.
"These yours, mate?"
Orlando giggled, then clapped a hand over his mouth.
"And wouldn't they be in me tum if'n they were?" Billy slurred. "No, Dom lad, some wee thing of a lass just plopped them down on the table a moment ago. They're for you two wankers."
"Really?"
"Well, I cannae think that they're for anyone else," Billy continued, downing the last sip of his own beer. "She came over withem and told me that they were consolation prizes for the loss of, and I quote, 'Elijah's hypothetical behymen'."
Orlando giggled again, this time falling off of his stool. He writhed on the floor with laughter. "Behyemn!" he cried, smacking the floor. "Oh, god, it's still funny no matter how many times he says it."
"Pull yourself together, you raving loon. One would think you mother never properly housebroke you."
"Behymen," Billy mused. "It's a good word. Nice and straight-forward. No subtlely lost there, that's a certainty. Behymen."
"Who are you now, Jeff from Coupling? Going to start raving about keeping women's ears in buckets?"
Billy grinned. "Never fancied the buckets meself. Seems as though they'd get all soggy in a heap like that. Now, a nice spice rack, that's something I could see. You could keep a mess of ears in a spice rack, and there wouldn't be any of the unsightly mooshing together that comes with the likes of buckets."
Elijah stared at Billy. "You really are an odd, odd man, aren't you Billy?"
"Indeed, I am."
"So Lij," Orlando began, pulling himself back into a sitting position by the simple means of using the table for ballast. The cups rattled precariously, and Dom and Elijah grabbed their drinks for protection before they could join Orlando on the dirty floor. "If your behymen was hypothetical before what I can only assume took place in the men's room bathroom, who was the masked man that deflowered you?"
"That cheeky Flipper, I'd expect," Billy put in helpfully. "Never trusted that one."
"You're cut, you skirt-wearing tool, you. You're cut"
"Ah, so Josh, then," Orlando nodded. "But he's so much taller than you!"
Elijah opened his mouth to repsond, then, blushing, closed it quickly. "I hate everyone. Especially those of you in the jury!"
"All your behymen are belong to us!" Orlando cackled gleefully.
"That's it," Elijah said, standing up. He dropped some money on the table, chugged his beer, and hefted the drunken Orlando to an unsteady standing position. "We're leaving here now, before they come over and kick us out for excessive stupidity."
"If they were juding people on that basis, they would have never let us in," Billy pointed out.
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Behymen came from my male friends, who use the word quite a lot in their everyday "banter".
My guy friends are special.
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I think