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fellowshippers2004-03-01 01:46 am
queen-geek.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-03-01 01:46 am
Space - an Oscars!Ficlet
Title: Space
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queen_geek
Rating: PG? Slightly angsty.
Pair: Domlijah
Summary: Elijah and Dom are both painfully aware of the space that exists between them.
Author's Notes: Written after one AM at the insistance of a rather annoying plot bunny. Just took some of the vibes that I got from the boys at the Oscars, and made it work out happily. For Rachel, for feeding the bunny, even though I told her not to.
Warning: Written when I was very tired, and unbetaed. All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Niether boy is mine, however. Drat.
Dom feels every inch that separates him from Elijah. Now, in their seats, the arm rests prevent him from subtly grazing Elijah’s elbow with his own, from brushing knuckles against a trouser-clad thigh. On the red carpet he was able to steal glances when he thought no one was looking, and kept his gaze firmly forward when the cameras were trained on them. He flirted with the lenses, instead of the one person he’d love to be able to talk to. His mind focuses on the what-ifs. What if Elijah had gotten a nomination for best supporting? What if he’d won? Would he have mentioned Dom in his acceptance speech?
He knows that all of this thought is useless. Elijah wasn’t nominated, and Dom knows that he wouldn’t have brought up Dom in a place so completely un-private as the stage that millions of viewers watch. He doesn’t even know if Elijah would bring him up in a room with just the two of them. Something has shifted in their relationship over the past two months. After Return came out, something had gone wonky in their friendship, and Dom can’s place it no matter how hard he tries.
Now, sitting beside Elijah, feeling the warmth of his knee beside Dom’s, hearing his gusty giggle at something Billy Crystal says, Dom stifles a sigh. It was going to be a long night.
---
Elijah wishes that Dom would look at him. And then he wishes that, no, Dom’s eyes, in all their mesmerizing beauty, would stay trained on the stage so that he won’t be caught staring. He’s been acutely aware of Dom’s nearness all night, and he almost can’t wait for the show to be over, for the parties to end, so that he and Dom can go crash at Dom’s place and just spend some time together.
It’s been creeping up on him for a long time. Elijah knows this now, but when he finally came to the realization that he loved one of his closest friends, it was a huge shock. He avoided Dom in that first month, even moving out to New York to escape him. Elijah just needed some time to sort things out. His heart refused to be sorted, however, and Elijah soon discovered that absence truly did make the heart grow fonder. Every other occasion caused him to turn to speak to Dom, only to remember that there was no one in New York but Hannah, and she wouldn’t find half of the things as amusing as Dom would have.
By the middle of February, Elijah was ready for a change. He loved New York, loved the hustle and bustle of it’s busy streets, but he loved Dom more. And he knew that after a night like tonight, he’d be ready to lay it all on the line.
---
Elijah and Dom sighed identically as they sank into the plushness of Dom’s glaringly purple couch.
“Can’t feel my face.”
“Can’t feel anything.”
Elijah rolled his head along the back of the couch until he was gazing at Dom’s profile. “Nothing?”
“Well. ‘M hungry, but I’d rather just sleep right here than get up and do anything.”
Elijah contemplated. “Sounds good.” Rolled his torso down the back of the couch until his head was pillowed on Dom’s thigh. “G’nite.” Eyes closed, and Elijah could sense the tension in the muscle beneath his right ear.
“Nuh-uh. Not here. Go to bed.” Dom shifted away from Elijah, whose head fell with a thump to the overstuffed cushion below him.
“Mmkay. Love you, Dom.” He stood, shuffled towards the doorway. “You coming?”
“Nah. Think I might crash here. Too tired to move.” It was partly true, and Dom knew that Elijah knew that there was more to it, so he closed his eyes and waited until he heard the shuffling footsteps pick up again. When the apartment was totally silent again, he stood, yawning and cracking his back, and walked as quietly as he could into the bathroom. Washed his face with tepid water, stripped down to his boxers, dropping the rest of the clothes on the floor to be dealt with in the morning, brushed his teeth, and looked at himself in the mirror for a full minute before continuing in to his bedroom. Didn’t bother to turn on the light, only stumbled over to his bed and crawled in.
A warm, small hand felt its way up Dom’s ribcage, and he nearly screamed.
“Dom? I mean it. I love you.”
And then there was more warmth, cuddled against the length of Dom’s body, and finally the space between them was gone, and he could look at Elijah without worrying about ramifications and rumors.
“I love you too.”
And then there was peace, and sleep, and lovely dreams, and waking up in the morning in each others arms, and Dom didn’t have to worry about space any more.
Author:
queen_geekRating: PG? Slightly angsty.
Pair: Domlijah
Summary: Elijah and Dom are both painfully aware of the space that exists between them.
Author's Notes: Written after one AM at the insistance of a rather annoying plot bunny. Just took some of the vibes that I got from the boys at the Oscars, and made it work out happily. For Rachel, for feeding the bunny, even though I told her not to.
Warning: Written when I was very tired, and unbetaed. All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Niether boy is mine, however. Drat.
Dom feels every inch that separates him from Elijah. Now, in their seats, the arm rests prevent him from subtly grazing Elijah’s elbow with his own, from brushing knuckles against a trouser-clad thigh. On the red carpet he was able to steal glances when he thought no one was looking, and kept his gaze firmly forward when the cameras were trained on them. He flirted with the lenses, instead of the one person he’d love to be able to talk to. His mind focuses on the what-ifs. What if Elijah had gotten a nomination for best supporting? What if he’d won? Would he have mentioned Dom in his acceptance speech?
He knows that all of this thought is useless. Elijah wasn’t nominated, and Dom knows that he wouldn’t have brought up Dom in a place so completely un-private as the stage that millions of viewers watch. He doesn’t even know if Elijah would bring him up in a room with just the two of them. Something has shifted in their relationship over the past two months. After Return came out, something had gone wonky in their friendship, and Dom can’s place it no matter how hard he tries.
Now, sitting beside Elijah, feeling the warmth of his knee beside Dom’s, hearing his gusty giggle at something Billy Crystal says, Dom stifles a sigh. It was going to be a long night.
---
Elijah wishes that Dom would look at him. And then he wishes that, no, Dom’s eyes, in all their mesmerizing beauty, would stay trained on the stage so that he won’t be caught staring. He’s been acutely aware of Dom’s nearness all night, and he almost can’t wait for the show to be over, for the parties to end, so that he and Dom can go crash at Dom’s place and just spend some time together.
It’s been creeping up on him for a long time. Elijah knows this now, but when he finally came to the realization that he loved one of his closest friends, it was a huge shock. He avoided Dom in that first month, even moving out to New York to escape him. Elijah just needed some time to sort things out. His heart refused to be sorted, however, and Elijah soon discovered that absence truly did make the heart grow fonder. Every other occasion caused him to turn to speak to Dom, only to remember that there was no one in New York but Hannah, and she wouldn’t find half of the things as amusing as Dom would have.
By the middle of February, Elijah was ready for a change. He loved New York, loved the hustle and bustle of it’s busy streets, but he loved Dom more. And he knew that after a night like tonight, he’d be ready to lay it all on the line.
---
Elijah and Dom sighed identically as they sank into the plushness of Dom’s glaringly purple couch.
“Can’t feel my face.”
“Can’t feel anything.”
Elijah rolled his head along the back of the couch until he was gazing at Dom’s profile. “Nothing?”
“Well. ‘M hungry, but I’d rather just sleep right here than get up and do anything.”
Elijah contemplated. “Sounds good.” Rolled his torso down the back of the couch until his head was pillowed on Dom’s thigh. “G’nite.” Eyes closed, and Elijah could sense the tension in the muscle beneath his right ear.
“Nuh-uh. Not here. Go to bed.” Dom shifted away from Elijah, whose head fell with a thump to the overstuffed cushion below him.
“Mmkay. Love you, Dom.” He stood, shuffled towards the doorway. “You coming?”
“Nah. Think I might crash here. Too tired to move.” It was partly true, and Dom knew that Elijah knew that there was more to it, so he closed his eyes and waited until he heard the shuffling footsteps pick up again. When the apartment was totally silent again, he stood, yawning and cracking his back, and walked as quietly as he could into the bathroom. Washed his face with tepid water, stripped down to his boxers, dropping the rest of the clothes on the floor to be dealt with in the morning, brushed his teeth, and looked at himself in the mirror for a full minute before continuing in to his bedroom. Didn’t bother to turn on the light, only stumbled over to his bed and crawled in.
A warm, small hand felt its way up Dom’s ribcage, and he nearly screamed.
“Dom? I mean it. I love you.”
And then there was more warmth, cuddled against the length of Dom’s body, and finally the space between them was gone, and he could look at Elijah without worrying about ramifications and rumors.
“I love you too.”
And then there was peace, and sleep, and lovely dreams, and waking up in the morning in each others arms, and Dom didn’t have to worry about space any more.