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fic: orbiting
Title: Orbiting
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thepsychicclam
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: R
Summary: Dom and Elijah gravitated together in the most natural way
Disclaimer: Made it up
A/N: Thanks to my beta,impasto.
Dom only wished he’d met Elijah somewhere else, in another year, in another lifetime. They had been inseparable. Best friends, confidants, lovers. Two entities that gravitated together in the most natural (and random) way. No one had ever made Dom feel the way Elijah did. He thought he’d known love, thought he’d known happiness, but he was wrong. Elijah made him laugh from deep within – the kind of laugh you feel for days. And Elijah made him feel.
*
Tuesday. They were filming some of the Rivendell scenes and Elijah was exhausted. Dom watched him from his chair as he was de-feeted. Head drooping, earphones covering only half his ear, circles under his eyes.
Dom hung around outside the trailer for Elijah. It always seemed to take longer for Elijah to get his wig, ears, and feet removed than the other hobbits. When Elijah walked out of the trailer, CD player and bag in hand, he passed right by Dom.
“Hey!” Dom called, trotting up behind Elijah. Elijah paused his CD and faced Dom, brows creasing. The sun had long set and the night was dark around them, street lamps casting an ethereal glow across the empty parking lot.
“What’s up?” Elijah walked towards his car, Dom following.
“You looked tired. I thought maybe you wanted to go to a pub and get a pint and some food.” Dom stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep from fidgeting. He suddenly couldn’t keep still.
“Maybe some other night, Dom. Rough day.” Elijah clicked a button on his keychain to unlock his car and opened the driver’s side door. Dom stopped beside the car, rocking back and forth on his heels.
“What about if I get take away and come to your place?” Dom offered Elijah a hopeful grin as encouragement. Elijah laid his head against the car door and sighed.
“I’m just really tired, Dom.”
“Please?” Dom felt an urgency, a need to be with Elijah. Didn’t want to leave him, be away from him. He knew he sounded pushy, but he just couldn’t take no for an answer tonight. He felt like Elijah was drawing him in unknowingly, catching Dom in his sphere as he passed by.
“All right.”
Hours later, empty Chinese cartons littered the coffee table as Dom shifted again, trying not to disturb a sleeping Elijah. Elijah’s fingers curled around the fabric of his t-shirt, grasping for something in his slumber. Dom knew he should move, make Elijah sleep in a bed instead of twisted on the couch against him, but he was too content feeling even, warm breath ghost his arm.
*
“What do you think that is?” Elijah asked, pointing to a blinking light among a billion stars.
“A plane.”
“Really? I think it’s a UFO.”
“UFO’s don’t exist, Lij,” Dom said, running his finger up and down Elijah’s side. The material of Elijah’s t-shirt was worn and threadbare. He wore it almost every other day. It was stretched out and too big for him, but Elijah didn’t care. He absently put his hand over Dom’s and laced his fingers through.
“Sure they do. We can’t be the only beings in this universe. If we are, then look at the waste of space. And doesn’t it comfort you to know that somewhere out there, a billion zillion miles away, there is another planet, with beings who are facing the same things we are?”
Dom didn’t say anything. He lay down on his back and stared up into the sky, pondering everything Elijah said, hands still clasped. Later that night, in the hall of Dom’s apartment, Dom’s hands traced Elijah’s curves and angles. The way his hipbone jutted out from his too thin pelvis, his narrow rib bones that poked out when he inhaled, the sharp outline of his jawbone. He was orbiting, part of Elijah’s field of existence. He placed kisses over every inch, memorizing the sight, the smell, the feel, the taste.
*
Elijah bought a camera near the end of filming. He took it everywhere, snapping memories in motion as they surfed, partied, danced, drank, and slowly ran out of time. Everyone passed it around. Unlike Viggo’s artistic and beautiful photos, Elijah’s camera held the laughter and the reality.
“Look at me!” Elijah giggled, camera held between his fingers as he straddled Dom’s chest. Dom covered his face with his arms, muffling his laughter.
“No! You’ve taken about a hundred pictures of me tonight! Stop!” Dom peeked out from behind his arm and Elijah snapped a picture.
“It’s only been ten. I want to remember you!”
“You have three movies and a thousand other pictures,” Dom said. Elijah put the camera down and sat looking at him, his left thumb between his teeth. Dom dropped his arms and grabbed the camera from Elijah, quickly snapping the picture. “I want a copy of that.”
“Pose for me,” Elijah said suddenly.
“Huh?”
“Pose for me. Now. Between the sheets just as you are.”
“But I don’t have on any clothes.” Dom pulled the sheet further over him as Elijah slid off the bed.
“I know. I want to take your picture. Please?” Elijah held the camera close to his face, pale skin almost glowing in the soft lamplight. Dom knew it was crazy. Posing nude for someone else. But with Elijah looking at him like that, he couldn’t say no.
Dom pushed the sheets down, pooling them around his thighs. “I have no clue what I’m doing. Is this okay?”
“Perfect,” he whispered. Dom felt completely stupid, but lay his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes. He heard the camera click and he looked at Elijah.
“I wasn’t ready.”
“But it was just right. Look away, towards the door.” Dom turned his head as Elijah clicked away. He ended up lying on his stomach, stretched on his side, and turned away before Elijah had taken enough.
“My turn,” Dom said, getting up off the bed. He knew that Elijah would make a much more beautiful subject than him with his awkward body. Elijah settled himself on the sheets and started posing. “Such a diva,” Dom joked as he snapped the pictures. Elijah moved around the bed constantly, trying new positions and angles. Before Dom realized it, he’d taken three rolls.
Dom crawled onto the bed and straddled Elijah’s lap. He held the camera out to their side and smiled. “I figure as long as we’re taking pictures – “ Dom was cut off by Elijah’s mouth covering his. He snapped the pictures, moving the camera closer and farther away. They were circling, caught up in the pull of each other, falling. Elijah grabbed the camera and pushed Dom over onto his back, placing it all around them as they kissed. When the roll was finished, it was tossed aside as they slid against each other.
*
Manchester was cold. All the colors were grey, black, white. Monotone. No greens, red, blues. It was wet, it was home. But not anymore. Home for another man, but not this one. This Dom had no home, no direction, no place to go.
He sat in pubs, cell phone glued to his hip. He willed it to ring, longed to hear anyone’s voice – Elijah, Billy, Orlando, Sean, Viggo. Someone to remind him that yes, the last two years did happen and yes, he was not imagining.
Dom was spinning, rotating wildly about the axis of his life. Alone and away from everyone, his life, he felt nothing and everything. His days were fake smiles and sentiments to a family he loved, but no longer all there was. Friends that filled old photograph books who joked about old times and talked of new lives with each other, married, children, all based in Manchester.
Dom was part of none of this. He was part of a system of points scattered among the world. They all were at their apogee, the furthest point away from New Zealand and each other that they could be. Dom felt no pull, nothing but floating through from one minute to the next.
*
Elijah was his center. He felt it the moment he stepped off the plane in LA. The ride from the airport, Elijah put on a Coldplay CD. Dom smiled at the sentiment, the familiar CD casting a peace over him.
“I just signed for a new movie,” Elijah said happily. Dom listened contently, absorbing the words. He wasn’t sure what Elijah was saying, knew Elijah would have to tell him this story again, but he just listened to the ups and downs of his voice. Dom watched ash fell from Elijah’s ignored cigarette onto his jeans and he brushed it away. Elijah turned and smiled at him, big and toothy. Dom gravitated back to Elijah and his core.
Dom cooked dinner, slept on sheets he didn’t purchase, and never got mail in the post. But he was finally home.
At night, the streetlamps filtered through the blinds, small slits of light against a maroon comforter. Blankets pooled at their feet, bodies bare and exposed. Sweat dried upon their skin, limbs tangled together in useless heaps. Dom kissed behind Elijah’s ear, feeling his quickened pulse beneath his lips.
“I love you,” Dom whispered. His fingers splayed across Elijah’s belly, playing with the soft trail of dark hair.
“Ssh,” Elijah said. Dom fit his head in the crook of Elijah’s neck, stubble brushing against damp flesh. “I already know.”
And right there, tangled together, they fell into perfect orbit.
~Fin
Author:
thepsychicclamPairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: R
Summary: Dom and Elijah gravitated together in the most natural way
Disclaimer: Made it up
A/N: Thanks to my beta,
impasto.Dom only wished he’d met Elijah somewhere else, in another year, in another lifetime. They had been inseparable. Best friends, confidants, lovers. Two entities that gravitated together in the most natural (and random) way. No one had ever made Dom feel the way Elijah did. He thought he’d known love, thought he’d known happiness, but he was wrong. Elijah made him laugh from deep within – the kind of laugh you feel for days. And Elijah made him feel.
*
Tuesday. They were filming some of the Rivendell scenes and Elijah was exhausted. Dom watched him from his chair as he was de-feeted. Head drooping, earphones covering only half his ear, circles under his eyes.
Dom hung around outside the trailer for Elijah. It always seemed to take longer for Elijah to get his wig, ears, and feet removed than the other hobbits. When Elijah walked out of the trailer, CD player and bag in hand, he passed right by Dom.
“Hey!” Dom called, trotting up behind Elijah. Elijah paused his CD and faced Dom, brows creasing. The sun had long set and the night was dark around them, street lamps casting an ethereal glow across the empty parking lot.
“What’s up?” Elijah walked towards his car, Dom following.
“You looked tired. I thought maybe you wanted to go to a pub and get a pint and some food.” Dom stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep from fidgeting. He suddenly couldn’t keep still.
“Maybe some other night, Dom. Rough day.” Elijah clicked a button on his keychain to unlock his car and opened the driver’s side door. Dom stopped beside the car, rocking back and forth on his heels.
“What about if I get take away and come to your place?” Dom offered Elijah a hopeful grin as encouragement. Elijah laid his head against the car door and sighed.
“I’m just really tired, Dom.”
“Please?” Dom felt an urgency, a need to be with Elijah. Didn’t want to leave him, be away from him. He knew he sounded pushy, but he just couldn’t take no for an answer tonight. He felt like Elijah was drawing him in unknowingly, catching Dom in his sphere as he passed by.
“All right.”
Hours later, empty Chinese cartons littered the coffee table as Dom shifted again, trying not to disturb a sleeping Elijah. Elijah’s fingers curled around the fabric of his t-shirt, grasping for something in his slumber. Dom knew he should move, make Elijah sleep in a bed instead of twisted on the couch against him, but he was too content feeling even, warm breath ghost his arm.
*
“What do you think that is?” Elijah asked, pointing to a blinking light among a billion stars.
“A plane.”
“Really? I think it’s a UFO.”
“UFO’s don’t exist, Lij,” Dom said, running his finger up and down Elijah’s side. The material of Elijah’s t-shirt was worn and threadbare. He wore it almost every other day. It was stretched out and too big for him, but Elijah didn’t care. He absently put his hand over Dom’s and laced his fingers through.
“Sure they do. We can’t be the only beings in this universe. If we are, then look at the waste of space. And doesn’t it comfort you to know that somewhere out there, a billion zillion miles away, there is another planet, with beings who are facing the same things we are?”
Dom didn’t say anything. He lay down on his back and stared up into the sky, pondering everything Elijah said, hands still clasped. Later that night, in the hall of Dom’s apartment, Dom’s hands traced Elijah’s curves and angles. The way his hipbone jutted out from his too thin pelvis, his narrow rib bones that poked out when he inhaled, the sharp outline of his jawbone. He was orbiting, part of Elijah’s field of existence. He placed kisses over every inch, memorizing the sight, the smell, the feel, the taste.
*
Elijah bought a camera near the end of filming. He took it everywhere, snapping memories in motion as they surfed, partied, danced, drank, and slowly ran out of time. Everyone passed it around. Unlike Viggo’s artistic and beautiful photos, Elijah’s camera held the laughter and the reality.
“Look at me!” Elijah giggled, camera held between his fingers as he straddled Dom’s chest. Dom covered his face with his arms, muffling his laughter.
“No! You’ve taken about a hundred pictures of me tonight! Stop!” Dom peeked out from behind his arm and Elijah snapped a picture.
“It’s only been ten. I want to remember you!”
“You have three movies and a thousand other pictures,” Dom said. Elijah put the camera down and sat looking at him, his left thumb between his teeth. Dom dropped his arms and grabbed the camera from Elijah, quickly snapping the picture. “I want a copy of that.”
“Pose for me,” Elijah said suddenly.
“Huh?”
“Pose for me. Now. Between the sheets just as you are.”
“But I don’t have on any clothes.” Dom pulled the sheet further over him as Elijah slid off the bed.
“I know. I want to take your picture. Please?” Elijah held the camera close to his face, pale skin almost glowing in the soft lamplight. Dom knew it was crazy. Posing nude for someone else. But with Elijah looking at him like that, he couldn’t say no.
Dom pushed the sheets down, pooling them around his thighs. “I have no clue what I’m doing. Is this okay?”
“Perfect,” he whispered. Dom felt completely stupid, but lay his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes. He heard the camera click and he looked at Elijah.
“I wasn’t ready.”
“But it was just right. Look away, towards the door.” Dom turned his head as Elijah clicked away. He ended up lying on his stomach, stretched on his side, and turned away before Elijah had taken enough.
“My turn,” Dom said, getting up off the bed. He knew that Elijah would make a much more beautiful subject than him with his awkward body. Elijah settled himself on the sheets and started posing. “Such a diva,” Dom joked as he snapped the pictures. Elijah moved around the bed constantly, trying new positions and angles. Before Dom realized it, he’d taken three rolls.
Dom crawled onto the bed and straddled Elijah’s lap. He held the camera out to their side and smiled. “I figure as long as we’re taking pictures – “ Dom was cut off by Elijah’s mouth covering his. He snapped the pictures, moving the camera closer and farther away. They were circling, caught up in the pull of each other, falling. Elijah grabbed the camera and pushed Dom over onto his back, placing it all around them as they kissed. When the roll was finished, it was tossed aside as they slid against each other.
*
Manchester was cold. All the colors were grey, black, white. Monotone. No greens, red, blues. It was wet, it was home. But not anymore. Home for another man, but not this one. This Dom had no home, no direction, no place to go.
He sat in pubs, cell phone glued to his hip. He willed it to ring, longed to hear anyone’s voice – Elijah, Billy, Orlando, Sean, Viggo. Someone to remind him that yes, the last two years did happen and yes, he was not imagining.
Dom was spinning, rotating wildly about the axis of his life. Alone and away from everyone, his life, he felt nothing and everything. His days were fake smiles and sentiments to a family he loved, but no longer all there was. Friends that filled old photograph books who joked about old times and talked of new lives with each other, married, children, all based in Manchester.
Dom was part of none of this. He was part of a system of points scattered among the world. They all were at their apogee, the furthest point away from New Zealand and each other that they could be. Dom felt no pull, nothing but floating through from one minute to the next.
*
Elijah was his center. He felt it the moment he stepped off the plane in LA. The ride from the airport, Elijah put on a Coldplay CD. Dom smiled at the sentiment, the familiar CD casting a peace over him.
“I just signed for a new movie,” Elijah said happily. Dom listened contently, absorbing the words. He wasn’t sure what Elijah was saying, knew Elijah would have to tell him this story again, but he just listened to the ups and downs of his voice. Dom watched ash fell from Elijah’s ignored cigarette onto his jeans and he brushed it away. Elijah turned and smiled at him, big and toothy. Dom gravitated back to Elijah and his core.
Dom cooked dinner, slept on sheets he didn’t purchase, and never got mail in the post. But he was finally home.
At night, the streetlamps filtered through the blinds, small slits of light against a maroon comforter. Blankets pooled at their feet, bodies bare and exposed. Sweat dried upon their skin, limbs tangled together in useless heaps. Dom kissed behind Elijah’s ear, feeling his quickened pulse beneath his lips.
“I love you,” Dom whispered. His fingers splayed across Elijah’s belly, playing with the soft trail of dark hair.
“Ssh,” Elijah said. Dom fit his head in the crook of Elijah’s neck, stubble brushing against damp flesh. “I already know.”
And right there, tangled together, they fell into perfect orbit.
~Fin
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