fellowshippers | Good Day, Sunshine

Title: Good Day, Sunshine
Author:

nekoshininigami
Pairing: DM/EW
Rating: pretty much PG
Summary: They say that singing bares your soul. It also uncovers all the secrets you've tried to hide.
Notes: A birthday present for the lovely

vinylnomiko. x-posted to

slashyladies. Somewhat of a songfic.
Disclaimer: It happened only in my head.

Thanks for the beta go to

starspoetry and

loveofhavok

"We take a walk, the sun is shining down/Burns my feet as I touch the ground..."

Gray eyes blinked open, and squinted closed again as irritatingly bright sunlight hit them, filtered only slightly by his half-open blinds. Dom grumbled and blinked sleepily, trying to let his eyes adjust to the light. He propped himself up on his elbows and peered in the direction of the window, yawning.

"Good day, sunshine...good day, sunshine...good day, sunshine..."

Sitting upright, Dom rubbed his eyes and looked briefly at his alarm clock. Why did Elijah have to choose eight o' clock on a Sunday morning to practice his guitar? He kicked the covers away from his body and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He raked a hand through his hair, only to find it sticking out in every direction. It was too damn early.

"Then we'd lie beneath the shady tree/I love her and she's lovin' me. She feels good, she knows she's lookin' fine/I'm so proud to know that she is mine..."

Well, at least it was a Beatles' song and not that John Mayer shit he'd sung the other day. Dom stood up and scratched his side with another yawn. Then, he padded through his friend's apartment until he reached the door to the balcony. He squinted again, raising his hand up to shield himself from the direct sunlight. The sun was too damn bright, and it was too damn early.

"Good day, sunshine...good day, sunshine...good day, sunshine..."

"Well, I'm glad to see you finally got those pigeons frightened off, Doodle," Dom said, his voice still husky from sleep. Lij jumped slightly, then looked up with a scowl.

"Good morning to you too, cunt." Dom rolled his eyes good-naturedly, walking over to the small patio table Elijah had set up and grabbing his pack of Parliaments. He shook one out, lit it, and lifted it to his lips. He inhaled slowly and felt his brain finally spark into life. There was nothing like your first cigarette of the day.

"So, Lij, tell me: Why eight o' clock? Why Sunday? Why the McCartney impression?" He made his way over the wall and sat next to the younger actor, raising his eyebrows at him skeptically. Elijah looked at him in irritation, then turned his head to look out over the New York City skyline as he answered.

"Eight o' clock because, unlike someone I know, I wasn't out until two in the morning at almost every club in the city. Sunday because it's as good a day as any, and...the song because it's a gorgeous day, and it was the first one that came to mind." He grinned impishly at Dominic, who was frowning at him over his cigarette. "Answer all your questions?"

"Arsehole," Dom grumbled, then took another drag from his cigarette. Elijah just smiled and strummed his guitar again.

"There's coffee in the kitchen," he said, systematically plucking out chords. "And I can make some eggs, if you want."

"Nah, too early for breakfast," Dom said, stubbing out his half-smoked cigarette in one of the many ashtrays Elijah kept out on the balcony. Elijah snorted.

"For your information, this is the time of day when most people eat breakfast. Sometimes even earlier than this." Dom ignored him. It was too damn early for logic.

"Be right back," he mumbled, trudging back inside to pour himself a mug of blessed caffeinated goodness. Elijah nodded and picked up the opening notes of "Good Day, Sunshine" once again.

Upon reaching the kitchen, Dom opened up the cupboard and pulled out a mug. He set it next the coffee pot, and started to pour. As he was adding the sugar, he noticed that he had picked the "Frodo Lives" mug and he snickered to himself. He pulled a spoon out of the silverware drawer, stirred, and tossed the utensil into the dishwasher. He took a sip of coffee and smiled happily. Much better.

"Serenade me!" he demanded of Elijah when he had reached the door to the balcony again. Elijah looked up at him, amused.

"Serenade you," he repeated, raising his eyebrows. Dom nodded, then waved a hand at him.

"Go on, now! Pretend I'm a king, and you're my minstrel!"

"No thanks," Elijah scoffed. "You'll have to come up with a better scenario than that."

"Like what?" Dom challenged, sipping at his coffee again. "Like...I'm a damsel, and you're the handsome prince come to woo me?" Elijah snickered.

"Works for me." Dom narrowed his eyes, frowning.

"You're always trying to make me out as the girl in this relationship," he complained. Elijah grinned.

"Well, you are awfully pretty," he teased.

"Ah, sod off, you bastard."

"I thought you wanted me to serenade you," Elijah reminded him.

"Oh, yeah. Well, bloody get on with it then, why don't you?" Dom pretended to pout.

"All right, I will." Elijah looked down at his guitar and began to play, focusing intently on the strings. The now-familiar strains of "Good Day, Sunshine" met Dom's ears.

"Good day, sunshine...good day, sunshine...good day, sunshine..." Elijah sang softly, tapping his foot lightly to remind himself of the beat. "I need to laugh, and when the sun is out/I've got something I can laugh about." Blue eyes quickly darted up to meet gray, then flicked back down. If Dom didn't know any better, he would say Elijah looked almost...awkward. He raised an eyebrow. Well, well, well...this was new. "I feel good, in a special way/I'm in love and it's a sunny day." Elijah's voice faltered slightly at that last lyric, and he strummed the strings loudly as he began the chorus. "Good day, sunshine...good day, sunshine...good day, sunshine..." Dom was itching to ask him about the unexplained nervousness. He hesitated, then held up his hand.

"Wait, wait, wait," he said, and Elijah's hand jumped. "What was that, Lijah?" The younger actor swallowed hard before raising his head to meet Dom's gaze.

"Um, what?" he asked, trying to feign innocence. Dom rolled his eyes.

"Well, that nervous 'gulp' I heard even from over here, for starters. What's up, Doodle?" Elijah blinked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you sounded...you sounded nervous, mate."

"Well, you know, I'm not really used to singing in front of people!" Elijah said defensively.

"You've sung in front of me before, Lij, so I know that's not it. What's going on?"

"Look," Elijah said anxiously, "um...don't you want to hear the rest of the song?" He looked down at the ground again.

"I heard your warbling earlier. That's what woke me, remember?" Dom set his coffee down on the table and joined Elijah on the wall. "Now, you tell me what's up."

"I don’t know," was his answer.

"C'mon, Lij, you can tell me anything. We're mates, you know that!" Dom pressed, noting his friend's uncomfortable squirm.

"I think that's exactly why I can't tell you," Elijah muttered. Dom's brow furrowed.

"What?" Elijah sighed.

"Look, Dom, it's no big deal, okay? Really, it's nothing." Dom shook his head.

"See now, I don't think so. I think if it were nothing, you'd have no problem telling me. So spill, Lij. Or I find out from someone else."

"No one else knows," Elijah said quietly. "You could ask, but I haven't told anybody."

"Not even your mum?"

"Not even her. Or Hannah." Dom gaped at him.

"Jesus, Lij."

Elijah quietly set down his guitar, then stared at it morosely. "If I told you, you'd hate me," he said, more to himself than to Dom.

"Lijah, I could never hate you."

"Oh, you could. And you probably will." Elijah stood up and looked down at Dom. Dom could practically hear him mentally gathering his courage. "If I tell you," Elijah said after a moment, "I'm not gonna fuck around with the wording. I'm just gonna come out and say it." Dom nodded.

"Okay."

Elijah squared his shoulders and took a deep breath.

"Dom...I...I think I'm in love with you." Immediately after the last word slipped from his lips, Elijah squeezed his eyes shut, barricading himself against the disgusted sneer that he knew would be on Dom's face. He heard Dom start to chuckle, then laugh, and he winced. He bit his lip until the pain was numbing and held on because he wanted to make it bleed. Dom's voice interrupted him.

"Is that all you were worried about?" Elijah's eyes shot open to see Dom grinning at him. "C'mere, you daft wanker." Elijah took two hesitant steps closer. Dom's hand reached out for his and tugged him closer. Long, graceful fingers wrapped around the side of his neck and pulled his head down. Dom pressed his lips to Elijah's, not caring that the younger man's eyes were still wide with shock. He pulled back briefly, smile widening. "I've known that for ages."

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"I feel good in a special way/I'm in love and it's a sunny day..."

Dom opened his eyes when he heard the now-familiar song being played out on the patio. He smiled tiredly, yawned, and got out of bed. Padding quietly down the hall, he hummed along as Elijah sang outside. He reached the patio door and opened it, grinning.

"Serenade me?" he asked. Elijah looked up and laughed.

"Of course."

//fin//

Good Day, Sunshine

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