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Title: Just Silk
Author: MEEE.
Pairings: dombillijah
Rating: NC17 for swearing and peniseseses.
Disclaimer: It's not a documentary.
Part: 1/1
Author's Notes: This is my first real fic and I know it's quite a gamble going for the trio but hey, I like a challenge. I was inspired by a sort of , stream of conciousness way or writing. Constructive feedback is very much appreciated. Also, I didn't make up the name of porn mentioned. It actually exists, which explains the lame name. Ahem. Indeed. Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arwen_elvenfair for the beta. ^.^
Setting - NYC, Elijah's apartment.
Every day, I come back and her clothes are sprawled all over the place. How the fuck am I supposed to have company? Unbelievable. It's not like Dom cares anyway. But it doesn't matter because that's how it's supposed to be when you have company over. Some unwritten (or possibly written) book of etiquette had it as a rule; please don't leave undergarments (and other such embarrassing articles) lying around. I'm going to break my back picking up thi-
"Don't... move... " I felt his hot breath near my jaw. His low, lazy drawl vibrated in my ear. He used my own scarf for my bondage. With one hand he twirled it around, making it tight around my neck. He jerked up. I couldn't help but smile, eyeing him from the side.
"Don't scream, don't talk, don't make any sudden movements unless I say so." He tugged again, "Got it?" I shook my head. "I said you got that, punk?" Tug.
"Hey, I don't think that was a formal invitation for me to speak, Mr. Monaghan. So kindly fuck off while I get rid of this lovely shit." I took my scarf back, watching his stupid cheeky grin. It was all too predictable of him. No 'hello's' but a dramatic, quirky motion that makes everyone smile despite themselves. I'm not complaining, I'm just sayin'. I set a pile of clothes in the corner, hands on hips.
"Laundry..."
"Need your mum around?" Funny. I am very well capable of executing my own laundry. If you deliberatly miscount all the oddly pinkish shirts in my closet, I'd say I was fine. Pink's not bad. Shut up.
"Sometimes I wonder why girls are so lucky..." He had the nightie in his hand, rubbing it with his forefinger and thumb. I continued on shoving clothes into a basket.
"Do you ever..."
"What?" I inquired back.
"Nothing." He threw the nightie over my head. "Looks nice. You make a very sexy lamp shade." He said sexy. I know it was a joke but still. You know. I was just gonna ride that wave for a bit.
***
"So we've played all your games twice now." It's what we usually did Tuesdays. Not much else you can do on a weeknight. Well, you know...
"It's only 10:3-" Doorbell rang.
"Oh!" Dom got up, moving quickly to the door. "I think it's Bill." It's funny how I watch every little move he makes. The way his jeans crease, the way his shirt clings to him. The way he snaps his head slightly to get the unkept hair out of his eyes as he reaches for the knob, fingers curling around it... oh God, his fingers...
"Oi! Dom, I suspected you'd be here already. When'd you get in?" It was almost New Years and we all decided to spend it together. Get piss drunk, fuck around. For the next while we weren't going to be spending as much time together as we had these past years. Billy looked oddly refreshed after a long flight. Nose blushed from the ice cold wind. He set his bags down, embracing Dom, both saying their hellos. Green eyes scan over blue eyes. Sometimes it makes me jealous the way the fuck each other visually. Get a room already. Wait, not without me ...
"Elijah! Eh!"
"Heeey! I thought you were getting in tomorrow?" I wanted Dom to myself for a night, God damnit.
"Didn't Dom tell you? I left a message on his phone."
"Shite, Bill, we've been mucking around all day. I didn't even check."
"Ah... s'alright. I'm here now." Why does that accent always make me forgive without even giving me the chance to get angry? Maybe it's the 'r's. Rrrrrrrrrr. Herrrrrre. Therrrrre... rrr rrr... Something. They each sat on the arms of the sofa. One on my left, one on my right. Sandwiched. I turned off the X-Box.
"Got porn?" Great. Yes, I need porn now, Dom.
"Some new campaign Dom? I can see the ad now, you standing there like a git with splooge on your lip." Billy teased.
"I don't know..." I seriously didn't.
"Ah, I know you do." Dom bent over to reach the DVD stack near him. His ass right in my face.
"Nice. Lovely."
"You know you like it!" Joke. He threw DVD's around, getting to the bottom of the pile. The bottom. The bottom. Shit, I forgot.
"Always at the bottom, eh?" Billy stuck his hand on my leg, shaking it a bit. Um.
"Got it! Sex Date: Spin off of the show 'Blind Date' with a pornographic take. Ha ha." Here we go.
***
Twenty minutes in. I'm ok. I'm alright. Why are they so quiet? I see them sneaking sideways glances at each other. Sigh, sigh, fucking sigh. I always wonder if the girls are faking or not. They're so fucking loud. It's just a dick up your snatch and/or asshole. And why moan while giving head...
"Oh yeah... fuck yeah... fuck me..." I felt Dom shift on my shoulder. It was just a small move, but it was the first move anyone had done in a while. His hand slid down his leg and he cleared his throat. Suddenly, the air in the room became much more tense. As if it wasn't already...
"So, are these things scripted?" Billy knows how to break awkward silences.
"Yeah, Bill. They've got really talented people." Dom joked with a nasty undertone.
"You'd be great." Billy. Mr. Smug.
"I'd rather star. Right Elijah? You and me!" Whaaaa?
"All he needs is a wig, Dom!" Ok, now I can't stop smiling. Dom crossed his arms, looking thoughtful.
"You kind of look like that girl there in the lingerie." Sure?
"What???" I look up at him. Where is this going?
"That girl. With the blue eyes and red lingerie. She looks like you."
"Yeah, she does look like you." They both snorted.
"I'll take that as a twisted compliment. Knowing your fucked up erotic fantasies."
"Well, you're pretty like a girl. Right, Bill?"
"Definitely. I'd do you."
"If you were a girl." Dom added. Hardiharhar.
"Put on a little makeup and I would hardly tell the difference, Dom."
"Exactly!" Oh Lord.
"I can see you now... begging me..."
"Not just you Dom. I'll make him screeeeeam..."
"Oh Billy! You're doing me so hard you're knocking the blue right outta my eyes!" Dom yelled out in a faux female voice whilst they both crack up.
"See, I told you. You would be great at writing them."
"You know what's missing in this picture guys? Both of you, holding joints."
Aaaand bed time.
***
Friday afternoon - New Years Eve
Got up around 5pm. Showered. What else? Oh yeah, food. So I waltz my ass into the kitchen, staggering, for some cereal. Or toast. Whatever. Rubbing my eyes. Is daylight usually this... light? My eyes burn slightly. As soon as I walk though the door, I smell something strange and gag, because that's the kind of smell it was. It fills my nostrils and I nearly cough. Well, there's Dom. Sitting at the table.
Oh yeah, did I mention, putting on black nail polish? Or some dark colour. I can't see properly.
"Mornin' honey. Had to work late last night did you? Or is it her? Your secretary? That cunt. I knew you were fucking her when I found those lipstick stains on your boxers. Tell me, can she suck it like I do?" I'm sill half asleep and Dom's comedy bit is only slightly intriguing. I'd rather take a look in the fridge. He didn't even look up, you know. Just kept painting his nails. Ugh! Rancid milk. Fuck it. I shut the fridge.
"Bill bought some croissants." Oh the table. I'm blind. They look good. I grab one and take a seat across from him, leaning back on the chair.
"Your sister came by." My sister. Forgot her.
"She said she's staying at a friend's for New Year's." I nodded my head once in acknowledgement. Dom got up, blowing his finger nails.
"So I figure, we go down to that club. Get drunk off our arses..." He continued to walk out of the room, "...and then we see what happens." I smirk a little finishing my last bite. Mad that one is. I love it.
***
Friday evening - Rock the fuck on.
I should be at a bar now, bathing my liver in sweet sweet lady booze. Instead I'm standing outside of the bathroom while Dom... fuck, I don't want to know.
"He out yet?" I shook my head as Billy came from behind me, out of no where. I don't know how he does it. He just pops up all 'hello!' and you get startled thinking, "Did you just materialize from the fucking wall?" He stood across from me. He was staring at my crotch.
"Yer trouser's undone." Oh. Ohhh. Ziiip, button, blush.
"Dom, you almost--" Bam. He opened the door, in his hyper, lalala way, hitting my mouth with the edge.
"Aw! Shit! Fuck! Piss! Shit fuck piss fucking AHH!"
"Oh, sorry mate! Didn't think you'd be so close to the door." He opened the door all the way, managing to also smack Bill's forehead on the way. He's on a spree.
"Ah! Shite, Monaghan!" Yeah well now he was just laughing. I'll laugh more later. When my lips aren't pulsing with pain.
"Shit... no blood though."
"Heh."
"What?"
"Well, I'll wait outside fer you lot then, eh?" Billy walked past us.
"What?" I felt my lips. They were all soft and tender. You know, from the impact.
"Porn star lips 'Lijah. That's what you have now. Nice for a blow." I just... just kinda looked at him. I know I was supposed to laugh.
"Want some eyeliner?" He pulled a black stick out of his back pocket. I just realized now he had it on. No wonder his blue eyes had a dangerous sparkle.
"Yeah, ok. Just hurry the fuck up."
"Ok hold still..." He leaned in close to my face, applying softly on the bottom lid. That's the thing about make up. The person gets all up in your space, their hot breath mingling with yours. It's different when it's your friend... or someone you like... with the sweet smell of maybe candy or something on their breath and you can just taste it. I licked my lips.
"Don't... move... ok, done." He didn't move away. He was still in that space, my space around my head. His hand came up to my bottom lip, and with his index finger, he made a little feathery, tender, feely touch. You know, like in the movies, right before they kiss and that cheesy music starts. On one hand you want to shoot the screen, on the other hand you want to just sigh. Wait. Kiss? I leaned in just the slightest, but he was already backing away. I'm not sure if he noticed that or not.
"OI!" Bill called from outside, or a million miles away.
"Alright dude, we're coming."
"Time to Rock and Roll!" Dom gave me that back pat thing. That guy thing. Like 'grrrr we're manly.' What the fuck am I talking about? Does this eyeliner contain estrogen?
***
Bar - Later that night
We were giggling and snorting our way into the washroom about 10 minutes before the clock hit 12. Bill had gone in there 20 minutes earlier, Dom and I were getting worried. Or... ok, so we were nosy fuckers. Nosy, tipsy drunks you might say. This club was off its tits in alcohol. It started off a pleasant, innocent evening and ending up with groping, poking, probing, breasts, and more groping. Dom got me to do a shooter from a pair of breasts actually. I thought I was going to dive in and get lost. Shit they were huge. We barged into the washroom, giggling like school girls, banging the door into the wall and nearly falling over each other's steps.
"Biiiiilly!"
"Shh..." Snort."Shhh... Lij." Dom put his finger up to his lips, to further his command to, you know, shut the fuck up. He pointed down and mouthed something. I don't know what he said, but I looked down and I see Bill's shoes in one of the stalls. He was against the door. What the hell? It didn't help Dom was silently cracking up beside me, leaning against the sink for balance.
"Mmmm..." A muffled sound came from the stall. But it wasn't Bill's, it was too feminine. Shit! I notice a pair of bare knees near his feet, accompanied by what looked like a tiny red skirt. So, without thinking, because I'm drunk off my tits remember? What is with me and tits today? Anyway, without thinking, I kick the door. Not too hard, just enough to push Bill forward and hear a choke from the faceless girl, then coughing, and cussing, and then laughing. The laughing was Dom and I though.
"You! Ya know, you pricks could've killed her." He had come out of the stall zipping up his pants. I peeked in through my laughing and saw the chick hovering over the toilet. I hope I didn't make her throw up. Wait, yes I do. That's hilarious. Bill didn't seem to angry with us either.
"Laugh it up, laugh it up. You're not the designated drivers." Dom put his hand on his shoulder, looking at him half seriously.
"Neither are you, mate." It dawned on me to look at my watch.
"Dude! Shit, it's 6 seconds to midnight!"
"Well here's one to remember, all three of us in the loo." Billy looked over at the girl. "Well, her too."
"2... 1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
"Here's one for good luck, Bill!" Dom grabbed Billy's shoulders, smacking a big juicy kiss on his lips. Woah.... and it passed that 10 second mark, he didn't recoil.
"Oh? what do I get?" I said jokingly, and a bit awkwardly.
"She's free." Dom pointed at the blond in the stall, who was now passed out. Kinda cute, but no.
***
After party
It was late, maybe 2 am. Not our usual latest, but we were all drunk and a bit tired from partying. I don't even remember half of it, and I'm sure when morning comes rolling in, I won't remember much of anything. Plus, we'll all be nursing hangovers. Not that I regret anything.
So Dom, Billy, and I try to be as silent as possible nearing the door. I get out my keys while they giggle behind my back about something. I open the door. Pure darkness. New apartment, I can never remember where the light switch is. Damnit. Crash, stumble, more giggles.
"Ooooh, something soft on my feet." I found the light switch and Dom was bending over to pick up the culprit.
"I thought I put that in the wash, fuck." My sister's damn nightgown. I took a grab at it but Dom pulled back, examining it with drunken curiousity. Bill watched, puzzled as I was, before I caught a glint in his eye. What's this, a plan?
"It's really soft you know. And silky. Must feel fucking awesome against my cock." He rubbed the thin nightie over his jeans, looking at Bill playfully. I'm not sure about Dom violating my sister's clothing. I snatched it again, this time succeeding in retrieving it, looking at him.
"You're such a whore when you're drunk. And I'm pretty sure that was off some porn." The wailing of cop cars outside passed and red lights flashed into the room. He didn't have a comeback.
"You know you like it." He smirked. Both of them did. A little game. Two against one isn't fair. Billy snatched the black nightie back from my grip, taking advantage of my eye contact with Dom. I didn't protest this time. He held it in his hand.
"Elijah..." He didn't look up, cocked his head staring at the fabric. "That was awfully rude of you." A flicker of a smile played on his lips for a quick second but disappeared as he continued, "You should respect yer elders." I snorted.
"Elders? I would hardly consider you guys elders. You act worse than myself."
"Well we are." Dom joined in. Interesting.
"Then you're both fucking dirty old men." I sat back on to the arm of the cough and Bill threw the nightie on my lap. I caught it and got ready to sling it across the room, hoping to hit anywhere near the washroom but I stopped in my tracks because of the Scottish purr nearly licking my ear with it's tone.
"Put it on."
"Put it on?"
"You heard Bill. Put it on." I sort of laughed. Kinda. Sorta. What the fuck is this?
"I'm not gonna--"
"Put. It. On." Bill cut me off. How rude.
"Do what he says." I looked at them both, standing there. They were completely serious. I was a bit surprised and had the whole mouth slightly open 'oh my god' thing happening.
"Does your sister keep her makeup in the bathroom?" Cheeky cheeky Dom.
"Make--... guys?" They had me and they knew it, bastards. Is the floor moving or is it just me?
***
Dom skipped away into the darkness of the washroom. I hear random clutter falling in the sink as he opens things, prodded around. I was still holding the nightie in my hand. I guess I was too drunk to protest anything, or care. Do with me what you like. I felt hands on my hips from behind me pulling my shirt over my head. It was Billy. He reached down for my jeans, unbuttoning and unziping, his cold chin on my shoulder. I was in a bit of a daze and I didn't notice Dom kneeling on couch in front of me with several things in his hands. He grabbed my pants and eased them down my legs, setting them on the floor. Billy had both his hands rested on each side of me, on the arm of the sofa I sat on. It felt like I was in a protective shell, and I liked having the warmth behind me. Dom fiddled with something and he reached up to my face, wielding a stick of eyeliner. The old one was already smudged like I had been crying.
"Eaaasy..." He held something else up.
"That looks good... yeah..." Came a whisper from beside my right cheek.
"Now look up." I did, and he took this little feathery brush thing for my eyelashes. Err... mascara. He edged closer in between my legs. Spreading them with his elbows. Suddenly I felt very vulnerable. He reached down and pulled up a stick of lipstick. Woah. Um.
"Open your mouth a little... yeah..." My lips were still tender and puffy from earlier, and I noticed Dom was especially careful. Dabbing with concentration the dark, almost purple, vixen red colour across my lips. He used his fingers to dab a little. It was all a very intimate little scene. Dom backed away to have a better look at his creation. He licked his lips. He did that a lot. And there was something about his eyes that was different. A glazed, hungry look.
"Lift up yer arms." Bill grabbed up the black nightie and slid it on me. The silk cool, fresh, fucking awesome against my skin. It made me shudder. It was a simple night gown, fit me ok. No frills, no shit, just silk.
"Now what?" I finally speak up. Pressing my lips together. "I'm too drunk to care, you better take a photo. It'll last longer." Why aren't they joking with me? Dom was taking off my socks.
"Ye don't have a camera." Bill growled in my ear.
"I do, it's--" He rubbed his stubble over my neck, grazzing it deliciously, slowly. Fuck. I closed my eyes and shivered, tilting my head for his convenience. Dom dragged my boxers down my legs as Bill continued his torture. As soon as the silk hit my already semi-hard cock, I was gone. That was it. This was on.
***
And that was that. A flowing mass of stroking cautiously in euphoric drunken slow motion. I felt like a whore, and I fucking liked it, and I wanted to be treated like one. I didn't care. I lay back against Billy, my head on his shoulder staring at the ceiling. That off white mass on top of me swirling swirling... mmmm. Dom ran his hands up my thighs, over the silk, up up... ahh... I shut my eyes... touching the side of my cock with his thumbs and moving up to my pelvic bone, making little circles. Billy was running his hands over my chest, stroking my nipples. You know what it feels like? The silk and hands... it feels like warm honey sliding down your body lazily. But not sticky (not yet, anyway). Like it's part of your skin or something. It's fucking obcene.
I could feel Dom getting up. He gently bit my shoulder, grazing his teeth up my neck, taking a lick at my jawline. Billy muttered something in my ear and he turned my head towards him pressing his mouth against mine. His tongue probing just a little, taunting. Fucker. I felt Dom's sigh near my mouth and suddenly more tongues. He licked at the corner of my mouth, prompting Billy to move his tongue Dom's way. And they were kissing inches away from my face, and it was weird. I could focus on them, then go out of focus and on to the background which was a door... and back to them... starting to think something was slipped into my drink. So they slip down on to the couch kissing, touching... where did their shirts go? I missed something. I looked down at myself, the bulge nicely eveloped by the silk. I ran a finger along the length to the tip.
"No." A hand grabbed mine and pushing it away. I looked down at Billy, holding my hand in place agaisnt the couch. Dom was up, just up, staring.
"Did I say ye could?" His green eyes piercing.
"I..."
"You nothing. I told you, do what Billy says." He walked over to me yanked me off the couch.
"Whore. On your knees." I do as I'm told. Dom stands in front of me. I could smell a mix of alcohol and sweat. His black dress pants were unbuttoned, unzipped and hanging off his hips showcasing that lovely little trail of hair. His belt was unhooked and suspended. I scanned the semi-darkened room. Everything looks different at night. Things are different at night.
I stopped at Billy. Sitting on the couch. Pants halfway down his thighs, boxers exposed, stroking slowly, so fucking slowly at his cock over the fabric. He looked right back at me, down at me. Dom grabbed his belt, sliding it out. Smack. He wrapped the belt around my neck, holding it firmly in his right hand. He tugged, towards his groin. You don't have to tell me twice. I pulled his pants down, they came off easily, soundlessly, almost elegantly lying in a pool on his feet. And in true Dom fashion, hello, Mr. Commando. He tugged again, this time harder, and the tip of my nose came in contact with the tip of his cock. Fully hard, right in my fucking face. Shit, I can't touch myself. I lifted my left hand, curling it around Dom. I may feel like a whore, but I can still be a tease. I used the tip of my nose, in circles around the tip of his cock, which was blushing red because he fucking wanted me to suck him off so bad. Gives me ever the more reason to be a prick. I swirled my tongue once, twice, then dipping it into the tiny hole on the end. I heard a sort of throaty noise from above. Heh.
"Fuck... I want to fuck your mouth. You hear me?" It was low, breathy. "I want to see streaks of lipstick on my cock." He tugged, forcefully shoving himself into my mouth. Fine then. Have it your way. I kinda like it. I rubbed my tongue right under the tip and took him in slowly, as much as I could, pressing my lips agaisnt it. I looked up at him, he looked down me, licking his lower lip. I retreated, the deep purple red colour along his cock was now in lovely streaks. It's art. He's a canvass and I just want to paint him all over. Yeah, ok someone slipped something in to my drink. I steadied the pace now, putting pressure on his cock as it went in and out of my mouth, tickling my throat. Every so often he would grind his hips a little. I could hear his breathing increase, his blood flow... pulsing. Fucking pulsing. I don't know when but Billy was suddenly kneeling beside me. He came close to my ear, blowing gently.
"You really are a whore..." He moved behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling them back agaisnt his erection. I felt it, soft through the silk on my ass. He slid his hands up to my shoulder and whispered in my other ear. "Aren't you? You like that cock in yer mouth?" Slight... no, very big distraction. As my pace with Dom was getting more frantic, I needed concentration. Billy grabbed the thin spaghetti sleeves of the nightie, ripping them down. Shit! He fucking ruined it. It now lay spralled on my hips. He took my left hand, guiding it to my own cock. He lifted the silky fabric up, guiding... guiding my own hand over my own dick. Down, up, swirl. Fuck fuck fuck! I had to stop with Dom to organize the situation. Ok, breathe. Ok. He let go, and my hand continued working. I lifted Dom's cock up, running my tongue on the underside up to one of his balls, sucking on it. The belt around my neck was more and more tight and uncomfortable. Billy lifted the silk up off my ass with his palms up, up... grabbing my hips and oohhhh... fuuuuuuuuck. He slid inside me, carefully, slowly... slowly. And started his pace. Little throaty sounds, sighs coming from both ends. Dom had his other hand on the back of my head, pushing slightly. And with the belt. Needy little fucker wasn't he?
With all three of us now in motion, in art, in a fuck, in whatever. Panting increased. Nails dug into skin. This pent up sexual frustration just coming out in a burst. And not only metaphorically speaking. I could taste Dom's end coming near. I could feel my own fucking wetness. And Billy? Well he was thrusting, grinding, swirling his cock into me hard and I don't know where I am anymore. I can't... I can't take it! Shit... fuck... ahhhhaaahhhhhh... ah... ah. My body tensed with the orgasm and the white was dripping off my hand. Billy hissed as I got tight, and he thrust in hard. I tried to steady my breathing, working on Dom. I took my wet hand, rubbing it along Dom's cock.
"Fucking... whore... uhg..." Aw. Poor Dommie. I took him in my mouth again tasting myself, working in rythm with Billy's hard thrusts. Took him deep, fucking till the back of my throat and I felt warm liquid slide down. He falls to his knees in front of me, and we are both panting like some assholes who just finished a race. For the record, I won. Shut up. Billy's finger's dig deep (ow!) into my hips and he's taking hard thrusts. I lay both my hands on the floor. Because at that point, cum and lipstick on my carpet was pretty and meaningful. I leaned closer to Dom who was still panting slightly. I lean over and take his lips. Or buck against his lips because Billy is fucking me up the wall, but i steady myself somewhat, close my eyes and we kiss. It's a nice moment, a tender kiss, and Billy tearing my ass up.
"Aaarrhhhh... ugh... " One last thrust done. I could feel the warm come inside me. Bill pulled out, panting, leaning agaisnt the couch. Suddenly I was so fucking tired, and in the midst of the sluggish kiss with Dom, all I remember is being there. And I think we all passed out.
***
Wake up , 10:30 am.
I woke up, headache, sun in my fucking eyes. Where was I? I slept on the floor. Nice. Lovely. Billy was still against the couch. Dom was snuggled up on the floor, managed to get a throw pillow. Had a strange aftertaste in my mouth. Hmm. Oh right, beer, me, Dom what else did I stick in my mouth? I wasn't wearing anything but this, well it's now a silk rag covering my cock. Might as well not be wearing anything.
"She's going to kill you." Dom's voice came from behind. I looked as he was sitting up, bloodshot eyes, lipstick smudged all over. Ha. "You ruined her silk thing."
"No, I didn't. I might not remember everything, but I distinctly remember Bil-"
"Who cares." Bill was awake, rubbing his eyes. "It's just silk."
"Happy new year." I smiled to myself. I heard keys at the front door. We all turned quickly towards it, frozen.
Fuck!
But it's just silk, right?
***
Author: MEEE.
Pairings: dombillijah
Rating: NC17 for swearing and peniseseses.
Disclaimer: It's not a documentary.
Part: 1/1
Author's Notes: This is my first real fic and I know it's quite a gamble going for the trio but hey, I like a challenge. I was inspired by a sort of , stream of conciousness way or writing. Constructive feedback is very much appreciated. Also, I didn't make up the name of porn mentioned. It actually exists, which explains the lame name. Ahem. Indeed. Thank you
arwen_elvenfair for the beta. ^.^Setting - NYC, Elijah's apartment.
Every day, I come back and her clothes are sprawled all over the place. How the fuck am I supposed to have company? Unbelievable. It's not like Dom cares anyway. But it doesn't matter because that's how it's supposed to be when you have company over. Some unwritten (or possibly written) book of etiquette had it as a rule; please don't leave undergarments (and other such embarrassing articles) lying around. I'm going to break my back picking up thi-
"Don't... move... " I felt his hot breath near my jaw. His low, lazy drawl vibrated in my ear. He used my own scarf for my bondage. With one hand he twirled it around, making it tight around my neck. He jerked up. I couldn't help but smile, eyeing him from the side.
"Don't scream, don't talk, don't make any sudden movements unless I say so." He tugged again, "Got it?" I shook my head. "I said you got that, punk?" Tug.
"Hey, I don't think that was a formal invitation for me to speak, Mr. Monaghan. So kindly fuck off while I get rid of this lovely shit." I took my scarf back, watching his stupid cheeky grin. It was all too predictable of him. No 'hello's' but a dramatic, quirky motion that makes everyone smile despite themselves. I'm not complaining, I'm just sayin'. I set a pile of clothes in the corner, hands on hips.
"Laundry..."
"Need your mum around?" Funny. I am very well capable of executing my own laundry. If you deliberatly miscount all the oddly pinkish shirts in my closet, I'd say I was fine. Pink's not bad. Shut up.
"Sometimes I wonder why girls are so lucky..." He had the nightie in his hand, rubbing it with his forefinger and thumb. I continued on shoving clothes into a basket.
"Do you ever..."
"What?" I inquired back.
"Nothing." He threw the nightie over my head. "Looks nice. You make a very sexy lamp shade." He said sexy. I know it was a joke but still. You know. I was just gonna ride that wave for a bit.
***
"So we've played all your games twice now." It's what we usually did Tuesdays. Not much else you can do on a weeknight. Well, you know...
"It's only 10:3-" Doorbell rang.
"Oh!" Dom got up, moving quickly to the door. "I think it's Bill." It's funny how I watch every little move he makes. The way his jeans crease, the way his shirt clings to him. The way he snaps his head slightly to get the unkept hair out of his eyes as he reaches for the knob, fingers curling around it... oh God, his fingers...
"Oi! Dom, I suspected you'd be here already. When'd you get in?" It was almost New Years and we all decided to spend it together. Get piss drunk, fuck around. For the next while we weren't going to be spending as much time together as we had these past years. Billy looked oddly refreshed after a long flight. Nose blushed from the ice cold wind. He set his bags down, embracing Dom, both saying their hellos. Green eyes scan over blue eyes. Sometimes it makes me jealous the way the fuck each other visually. Get a room already. Wait, not without me ...
"Elijah! Eh!"
"Heeey! I thought you were getting in tomorrow?" I wanted Dom to myself for a night, God damnit.
"Didn't Dom tell you? I left a message on his phone."
"Shite, Bill, we've been mucking around all day. I didn't even check."
"Ah... s'alright. I'm here now." Why does that accent always make me forgive without even giving me the chance to get angry? Maybe it's the 'r's. Rrrrrrrrrr. Herrrrrre. Therrrrre... rrr rrr... Something. They each sat on the arms of the sofa. One on my left, one on my right. Sandwiched. I turned off the X-Box.
"Got porn?" Great. Yes, I need porn now, Dom.
"Some new campaign Dom? I can see the ad now, you standing there like a git with splooge on your lip." Billy teased.
"I don't know..." I seriously didn't.
"Ah, I know you do." Dom bent over to reach the DVD stack near him. His ass right in my face.
"Nice. Lovely."
"You know you like it!" Joke. He threw DVD's around, getting to the bottom of the pile. The bottom. The bottom. Shit, I forgot.
"Always at the bottom, eh?" Billy stuck his hand on my leg, shaking it a bit. Um.
"Got it! Sex Date: Spin off of the show 'Blind Date' with a pornographic take. Ha ha." Here we go.
***
Twenty minutes in. I'm ok. I'm alright. Why are they so quiet? I see them sneaking sideways glances at each other. Sigh, sigh, fucking sigh. I always wonder if the girls are faking or not. They're so fucking loud. It's just a dick up your snatch and/or asshole. And why moan while giving head...
"Oh yeah... fuck yeah... fuck me..." I felt Dom shift on my shoulder. It was just a small move, but it was the first move anyone had done in a while. His hand slid down his leg and he cleared his throat. Suddenly, the air in the room became much more tense. As if it wasn't already...
"So, are these things scripted?" Billy knows how to break awkward silences.
"Yeah, Bill. They've got really talented people." Dom joked with a nasty undertone.
"You'd be great." Billy. Mr. Smug.
"I'd rather star. Right Elijah? You and me!" Whaaaa?
"All he needs is a wig, Dom!" Ok, now I can't stop smiling. Dom crossed his arms, looking thoughtful.
"You kind of look like that girl there in the lingerie." Sure?
"What???" I look up at him. Where is this going?
"That girl. With the blue eyes and red lingerie. She looks like you."
"Yeah, she does look like you." They both snorted.
"I'll take that as a twisted compliment. Knowing your fucked up erotic fantasies."
"Well, you're pretty like a girl. Right, Bill?"
"Definitely. I'd do you."
"If you were a girl." Dom added. Hardiharhar.
"Put on a little makeup and I would hardly tell the difference, Dom."
"Exactly!" Oh Lord.
"I can see you now... begging me..."
"Not just you Dom. I'll make him screeeeeam..."
"Oh Billy! You're doing me so hard you're knocking the blue right outta my eyes!" Dom yelled out in a faux female voice whilst they both crack up.
"See, I told you. You would be great at writing them."
"You know what's missing in this picture guys? Both of you, holding joints."
Aaaand bed time.
***
Friday afternoon - New Years Eve
Got up around 5pm. Showered. What else? Oh yeah, food. So I waltz my ass into the kitchen, staggering, for some cereal. Or toast. Whatever. Rubbing my eyes. Is daylight usually this... light? My eyes burn slightly. As soon as I walk though the door, I smell something strange and gag, because that's the kind of smell it was. It fills my nostrils and I nearly cough. Well, there's Dom. Sitting at the table.
Oh yeah, did I mention, putting on black nail polish? Or some dark colour. I can't see properly.
"Mornin' honey. Had to work late last night did you? Or is it her? Your secretary? That cunt. I knew you were fucking her when I found those lipstick stains on your boxers. Tell me, can she suck it like I do?" I'm sill half asleep and Dom's comedy bit is only slightly intriguing. I'd rather take a look in the fridge. He didn't even look up, you know. Just kept painting his nails. Ugh! Rancid milk. Fuck it. I shut the fridge.
"Bill bought some croissants." Oh the table. I'm blind. They look good. I grab one and take a seat across from him, leaning back on the chair.
"Your sister came by." My sister. Forgot her.
"She said she's staying at a friend's for New Year's." I nodded my head once in acknowledgement. Dom got up, blowing his finger nails.
"So I figure, we go down to that club. Get drunk off our arses..." He continued to walk out of the room, "...and then we see what happens." I smirk a little finishing my last bite. Mad that one is. I love it.
***
Friday evening - Rock the fuck on.
I should be at a bar now, bathing my liver in sweet sweet lady booze. Instead I'm standing outside of the bathroom while Dom... fuck, I don't want to know.
"He out yet?" I shook my head as Billy came from behind me, out of no where. I don't know how he does it. He just pops up all 'hello!' and you get startled thinking, "Did you just materialize from the fucking wall?" He stood across from me. He was staring at my crotch.
"Yer trouser's undone." Oh. Ohhh. Ziiip, button, blush.
"Dom, you almost--" Bam. He opened the door, in his hyper, lalala way, hitting my mouth with the edge.
"Aw! Shit! Fuck! Piss! Shit fuck piss fucking AHH!"
"Oh, sorry mate! Didn't think you'd be so close to the door." He opened the door all the way, managing to also smack Bill's forehead on the way. He's on a spree.
"Ah! Shite, Monaghan!" Yeah well now he was just laughing. I'll laugh more later. When my lips aren't pulsing with pain.
"Shit... no blood though."
"Heh."
"What?"
"Well, I'll wait outside fer you lot then, eh?" Billy walked past us.
"What?" I felt my lips. They were all soft and tender. You know, from the impact.
"Porn star lips 'Lijah. That's what you have now. Nice for a blow." I just... just kinda looked at him. I know I was supposed to laugh.
"Want some eyeliner?" He pulled a black stick out of his back pocket. I just realized now he had it on. No wonder his blue eyes had a dangerous sparkle.
"Yeah, ok. Just hurry the fuck up."
"Ok hold still..." He leaned in close to my face, applying softly on the bottom lid. That's the thing about make up. The person gets all up in your space, their hot breath mingling with yours. It's different when it's your friend... or someone you like... with the sweet smell of maybe candy or something on their breath and you can just taste it. I licked my lips.
"Don't... move... ok, done." He didn't move away. He was still in that space, my space around my head. His hand came up to my bottom lip, and with his index finger, he made a little feathery, tender, feely touch. You know, like in the movies, right before they kiss and that cheesy music starts. On one hand you want to shoot the screen, on the other hand you want to just sigh. Wait. Kiss? I leaned in just the slightest, but he was already backing away. I'm not sure if he noticed that or not.
"OI!" Bill called from outside, or a million miles away.
"Alright dude, we're coming."
"Time to Rock and Roll!" Dom gave me that back pat thing. That guy thing. Like 'grrrr we're manly.' What the fuck am I talking about? Does this eyeliner contain estrogen?
***
Bar - Later that night
We were giggling and snorting our way into the washroom about 10 minutes before the clock hit 12. Bill had gone in there 20 minutes earlier, Dom and I were getting worried. Or... ok, so we were nosy fuckers. Nosy, tipsy drunks you might say. This club was off its tits in alcohol. It started off a pleasant, innocent evening and ending up with groping, poking, probing, breasts, and more groping. Dom got me to do a shooter from a pair of breasts actually. I thought I was going to dive in and get lost. Shit they were huge. We barged into the washroom, giggling like school girls, banging the door into the wall and nearly falling over each other's steps.
"Biiiiilly!"
"Shh..." Snort."Shhh... Lij." Dom put his finger up to his lips, to further his command to, you know, shut the fuck up. He pointed down and mouthed something. I don't know what he said, but I looked down and I see Bill's shoes in one of the stalls. He was against the door. What the hell? It didn't help Dom was silently cracking up beside me, leaning against the sink for balance.
"Mmmm..." A muffled sound came from the stall. But it wasn't Bill's, it was too feminine. Shit! I notice a pair of bare knees near his feet, accompanied by what looked like a tiny red skirt. So, without thinking, because I'm drunk off my tits remember? What is with me and tits today? Anyway, without thinking, I kick the door. Not too hard, just enough to push Bill forward and hear a choke from the faceless girl, then coughing, and cussing, and then laughing. The laughing was Dom and I though.
"You! Ya know, you pricks could've killed her." He had come out of the stall zipping up his pants. I peeked in through my laughing and saw the chick hovering over the toilet. I hope I didn't make her throw up. Wait, yes I do. That's hilarious. Bill didn't seem to angry with us either.
"Laugh it up, laugh it up. You're not the designated drivers." Dom put his hand on his shoulder, looking at him half seriously.
"Neither are you, mate." It dawned on me to look at my watch.
"Dude! Shit, it's 6 seconds to midnight!"
"Well here's one to remember, all three of us in the loo." Billy looked over at the girl. "Well, her too."
"2... 1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
"Here's one for good luck, Bill!" Dom grabbed Billy's shoulders, smacking a big juicy kiss on his lips. Woah.... and it passed that 10 second mark, he didn't recoil.
"Oh? what do I get?" I said jokingly, and a bit awkwardly.
"She's free." Dom pointed at the blond in the stall, who was now passed out. Kinda cute, but no.
***
After party
It was late, maybe 2 am. Not our usual latest, but we were all drunk and a bit tired from partying. I don't even remember half of it, and I'm sure when morning comes rolling in, I won't remember much of anything. Plus, we'll all be nursing hangovers. Not that I regret anything.
So Dom, Billy, and I try to be as silent as possible nearing the door. I get out my keys while they giggle behind my back about something. I open the door. Pure darkness. New apartment, I can never remember where the light switch is. Damnit. Crash, stumble, more giggles.
"Ooooh, something soft on my feet." I found the light switch and Dom was bending over to pick up the culprit.
"I thought I put that in the wash, fuck." My sister's damn nightgown. I took a grab at it but Dom pulled back, examining it with drunken curiousity. Bill watched, puzzled as I was, before I caught a glint in his eye. What's this, a plan?
"It's really soft you know. And silky. Must feel fucking awesome against my cock." He rubbed the thin nightie over his jeans, looking at Bill playfully. I'm not sure about Dom violating my sister's clothing. I snatched it again, this time succeeding in retrieving it, looking at him.
"You're such a whore when you're drunk. And I'm pretty sure that was off some porn." The wailing of cop cars outside passed and red lights flashed into the room. He didn't have a comeback.
"You know you like it." He smirked. Both of them did. A little game. Two against one isn't fair. Billy snatched the black nightie back from my grip, taking advantage of my eye contact with Dom. I didn't protest this time. He held it in his hand.
"Elijah..." He didn't look up, cocked his head staring at the fabric. "That was awfully rude of you." A flicker of a smile played on his lips for a quick second but disappeared as he continued, "You should respect yer elders." I snorted.
"Elders? I would hardly consider you guys elders. You act worse than myself."
"Well we are." Dom joined in. Interesting.
"Then you're both fucking dirty old men." I sat back on to the arm of the cough and Bill threw the nightie on my lap. I caught it and got ready to sling it across the room, hoping to hit anywhere near the washroom but I stopped in my tracks because of the Scottish purr nearly licking my ear with it's tone.
"Put it on."
"Put it on?"
"You heard Bill. Put it on." I sort of laughed. Kinda. Sorta. What the fuck is this?
"I'm not gonna--"
"Put. It. On." Bill cut me off. How rude.
"Do what he says." I looked at them both, standing there. They were completely serious. I was a bit surprised and had the whole mouth slightly open 'oh my god' thing happening.
"Does your sister keep her makeup in the bathroom?" Cheeky cheeky Dom.
"Make--... guys?" They had me and they knew it, bastards. Is the floor moving or is it just me?
***
Dom skipped away into the darkness of the washroom. I hear random clutter falling in the sink as he opens things, prodded around. I was still holding the nightie in my hand. I guess I was too drunk to protest anything, or care. Do with me what you like. I felt hands on my hips from behind me pulling my shirt over my head. It was Billy. He reached down for my jeans, unbuttoning and unziping, his cold chin on my shoulder. I was in a bit of a daze and I didn't notice Dom kneeling on couch in front of me with several things in his hands. He grabbed my pants and eased them down my legs, setting them on the floor. Billy had both his hands rested on each side of me, on the arm of the sofa I sat on. It felt like I was in a protective shell, and I liked having the warmth behind me. Dom fiddled with something and he reached up to my face, wielding a stick of eyeliner. The old one was already smudged like I had been crying.
"Eaaasy..." He held something else up.
"That looks good... yeah..." Came a whisper from beside my right cheek.
"Now look up." I did, and he took this little feathery brush thing for my eyelashes. Err... mascara. He edged closer in between my legs. Spreading them with his elbows. Suddenly I felt very vulnerable. He reached down and pulled up a stick of lipstick. Woah. Um.
"Open your mouth a little... yeah..." My lips were still tender and puffy from earlier, and I noticed Dom was especially careful. Dabbing with concentration the dark, almost purple, vixen red colour across my lips. He used his fingers to dab a little. It was all a very intimate little scene. Dom backed away to have a better look at his creation. He licked his lips. He did that a lot. And there was something about his eyes that was different. A glazed, hungry look.
"Lift up yer arms." Bill grabbed up the black nightie and slid it on me. The silk cool, fresh, fucking awesome against my skin. It made me shudder. It was a simple night gown, fit me ok. No frills, no shit, just silk.
"Now what?" I finally speak up. Pressing my lips together. "I'm too drunk to care, you better take a photo. It'll last longer." Why aren't they joking with me? Dom was taking off my socks.
"Ye don't have a camera." Bill growled in my ear.
"I do, it's--" He rubbed his stubble over my neck, grazzing it deliciously, slowly. Fuck. I closed my eyes and shivered, tilting my head for his convenience. Dom dragged my boxers down my legs as Bill continued his torture. As soon as the silk hit my already semi-hard cock, I was gone. That was it. This was on.
***
And that was that. A flowing mass of stroking cautiously in euphoric drunken slow motion. I felt like a whore, and I fucking liked it, and I wanted to be treated like one. I didn't care. I lay back against Billy, my head on his shoulder staring at the ceiling. That off white mass on top of me swirling swirling... mmmm. Dom ran his hands up my thighs, over the silk, up up... ahh... I shut my eyes... touching the side of my cock with his thumbs and moving up to my pelvic bone, making little circles. Billy was running his hands over my chest, stroking my nipples. You know what it feels like? The silk and hands... it feels like warm honey sliding down your body lazily. But not sticky (not yet, anyway). Like it's part of your skin or something. It's fucking obcene.
I could feel Dom getting up. He gently bit my shoulder, grazing his teeth up my neck, taking a lick at my jawline. Billy muttered something in my ear and he turned my head towards him pressing his mouth against mine. His tongue probing just a little, taunting. Fucker. I felt Dom's sigh near my mouth and suddenly more tongues. He licked at the corner of my mouth, prompting Billy to move his tongue Dom's way. And they were kissing inches away from my face, and it was weird. I could focus on them, then go out of focus and on to the background which was a door... and back to them... starting to think something was slipped into my drink. So they slip down on to the couch kissing, touching... where did their shirts go? I missed something. I looked down at myself, the bulge nicely eveloped by the silk. I ran a finger along the length to the tip.
"No." A hand grabbed mine and pushing it away. I looked down at Billy, holding my hand in place agaisnt the couch. Dom was up, just up, staring.
"Did I say ye could?" His green eyes piercing.
"I..."
"You nothing. I told you, do what Billy says." He walked over to me yanked me off the couch.
"Whore. On your knees." I do as I'm told. Dom stands in front of me. I could smell a mix of alcohol and sweat. His black dress pants were unbuttoned, unzipped and hanging off his hips showcasing that lovely little trail of hair. His belt was unhooked and suspended. I scanned the semi-darkened room. Everything looks different at night. Things are different at night.
I stopped at Billy. Sitting on the couch. Pants halfway down his thighs, boxers exposed, stroking slowly, so fucking slowly at his cock over the fabric. He looked right back at me, down at me. Dom grabbed his belt, sliding it out. Smack. He wrapped the belt around my neck, holding it firmly in his right hand. He tugged, towards his groin. You don't have to tell me twice. I pulled his pants down, they came off easily, soundlessly, almost elegantly lying in a pool on his feet. And in true Dom fashion, hello, Mr. Commando. He tugged again, this time harder, and the tip of my nose came in contact with the tip of his cock. Fully hard, right in my fucking face. Shit, I can't touch myself. I lifted my left hand, curling it around Dom. I may feel like a whore, but I can still be a tease. I used the tip of my nose, in circles around the tip of his cock, which was blushing red because he fucking wanted me to suck him off so bad. Gives me ever the more reason to be a prick. I swirled my tongue once, twice, then dipping it into the tiny hole on the end. I heard a sort of throaty noise from above. Heh.
"Fuck... I want to fuck your mouth. You hear me?" It was low, breathy. "I want to see streaks of lipstick on my cock." He tugged, forcefully shoving himself into my mouth. Fine then. Have it your way. I kinda like it. I rubbed my tongue right under the tip and took him in slowly, as much as I could, pressing my lips agaisnt it. I looked up at him, he looked down me, licking his lower lip. I retreated, the deep purple red colour along his cock was now in lovely streaks. It's art. He's a canvass and I just want to paint him all over. Yeah, ok someone slipped something in to my drink. I steadied the pace now, putting pressure on his cock as it went in and out of my mouth, tickling my throat. Every so often he would grind his hips a little. I could hear his breathing increase, his blood flow... pulsing. Fucking pulsing. I don't know when but Billy was suddenly kneeling beside me. He came close to my ear, blowing gently.
"You really are a whore..." He moved behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling them back agaisnt his erection. I felt it, soft through the silk on my ass. He slid his hands up to my shoulder and whispered in my other ear. "Aren't you? You like that cock in yer mouth?" Slight... no, very big distraction. As my pace with Dom was getting more frantic, I needed concentration. Billy grabbed the thin spaghetti sleeves of the nightie, ripping them down. Shit! He fucking ruined it. It now lay spralled on my hips. He took my left hand, guiding it to my own cock. He lifted the silky fabric up, guiding... guiding my own hand over my own dick. Down, up, swirl. Fuck fuck fuck! I had to stop with Dom to organize the situation. Ok, breathe. Ok. He let go, and my hand continued working. I lifted Dom's cock up, running my tongue on the underside up to one of his balls, sucking on it. The belt around my neck was more and more tight and uncomfortable. Billy lifted the silk up off my ass with his palms up, up... grabbing my hips and oohhhh... fuuuuuuuuck. He slid inside me, carefully, slowly... slowly. And started his pace. Little throaty sounds, sighs coming from both ends. Dom had his other hand on the back of my head, pushing slightly. And with the belt. Needy little fucker wasn't he?
With all three of us now in motion, in art, in a fuck, in whatever. Panting increased. Nails dug into skin. This pent up sexual frustration just coming out in a burst. And not only metaphorically speaking. I could taste Dom's end coming near. I could feel my own fucking wetness. And Billy? Well he was thrusting, grinding, swirling his cock into me hard and I don't know where I am anymore. I can't... I can't take it! Shit... fuck... ahhhhaaahhhhhh... ah... ah. My body tensed with the orgasm and the white was dripping off my hand. Billy hissed as I got tight, and he thrust in hard. I tried to steady my breathing, working on Dom. I took my wet hand, rubbing it along Dom's cock.
"Fucking... whore... uhg..." Aw. Poor Dommie. I took him in my mouth again tasting myself, working in rythm with Billy's hard thrusts. Took him deep, fucking till the back of my throat and I felt warm liquid slide down. He falls to his knees in front of me, and we are both panting like some assholes who just finished a race. For the record, I won. Shut up. Billy's finger's dig deep (ow!) into my hips and he's taking hard thrusts. I lay both my hands on the floor. Because at that point, cum and lipstick on my carpet was pretty and meaningful. I leaned closer to Dom who was still panting slightly. I lean over and take his lips. Or buck against his lips because Billy is fucking me up the wall, but i steady myself somewhat, close my eyes and we kiss. It's a nice moment, a tender kiss, and Billy tearing my ass up.
"Aaarrhhhh... ugh... " One last thrust done. I could feel the warm come inside me. Bill pulled out, panting, leaning agaisnt the couch. Suddenly I was so fucking tired, and in the midst of the sluggish kiss with Dom, all I remember is being there. And I think we all passed out.
***
Wake up , 10:30 am.
I woke up, headache, sun in my fucking eyes. Where was I? I slept on the floor. Nice. Lovely. Billy was still against the couch. Dom was snuggled up on the floor, managed to get a throw pillow. Had a strange aftertaste in my mouth. Hmm. Oh right, beer, me, Dom what else did I stick in my mouth? I wasn't wearing anything but this, well it's now a silk rag covering my cock. Might as well not be wearing anything.
"She's going to kill you." Dom's voice came from behind. I looked as he was sitting up, bloodshot eyes, lipstick smudged all over. Ha. "You ruined her silk thing."
"No, I didn't. I might not remember everything, but I distinctly remember Bil-"
"Who cares." Bill was awake, rubbing his eyes. "It's just silk."
"Happy new year." I smiled to myself. I heard keys at the front door. We all turned quickly towards it, frozen.
Fuck!
But it's just silk, right?
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And Elijah? In makeup? Fhuuuuuuuuuuuuck. *le pant* *le drool*
Thank you so much for writing this! It was definitely a nice read. :)
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Must have more! You can't just leave us hanging like that!
♥
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O.O *stares*
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