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Condensation
Title: Condensation
Author: deliverme
Pairing: Dom/Lij
Rating: PG
E-mail addresses for feedback: just here thanks :)
Disclaimers: I don’t own them. Or know them. And stuff.
Warnings: Real Person Slash – if you don’t like the idea of actors crushin’ on eachother, don’t read this
Note: I tweaked this after I originally posted it because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prreciousss pointed something important out. And thanks to starfishsarah and sarahthesleuth for being my betas.
"Dom, you can use the bathroom now!" Elijah's voice floated down the hallway.
Dom spied the tail of a white bathrobe as it passed into the bedroom at the other end of the house. His gaze drifted down to his own fiddling hands, as if he had not heard Lij's call.
…today was rough… my nails are a mess so dirty Jesus my hands are dirty!... i need to wash them in the bathroom elijah's bathroom… elijah’s house…drinking… i'm glad billy's here i can't get too drunk-
He jumped slightly, startled by the sound of a bottle cap hitting the floor. Billy took a swig of his beer and raised his eyebrows.
"You gonna get in there or what? I need t' piss." he muttered, gesturing towards the bathroom with the bottle. Dom hopped up and forced a short laugh.
"Sorry, just tired from today, I s'pose." He rubbed the back of his head and quickly turned away to hide his embarrassed expression.
Dom shoved his hands into his pockets and began to plod down the hallway. The three actors had decided to meet back at Elijah's house for the evening, in desperate need of down time after a grueling outdoor shoot. The host opted for a shower, but both guests feigned manliness and declined. Dom was regretting his decision as every step towards the bathroom pulsed pain through his back.
The bathroom door was still ajar when he reached it, so he pushed against it with just his pointer finger. As the door swung open, Dom was overwhelmed by the smell of soap. Still standing in the doorway, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. It was definitely… yes, Irish Spring. Dom felt his lips curl into a smile and finally stepped into the bathroom, gently kicking shut the door behind him.
Everything in the bathroom was white, gleaming, smooth. What else would he have expected? Elijah was the star. Dom couldn’t really complain, of course; his flat could sleep nine people. Unfortunately, even such a beautiful room couldn't escape Elijah's influence. Various bottles and containers and bath products were strewn about the place. They cluttered the sink, the bathtub, the floor.
Good old Lij.
Dom nudged a few things out of his way with his foot, and crouched down to pick up a bundled up towel. It was damp. He paused for a moment, and then slowly brought it to his face.
…irish spring…elijah…god it smells good god i'm such a pervert-
Dom quickly tossed the towel to the side. Christ, I am a perv. What am I doing? He reached upwards to find an empty space on the sink, and pulled himself back up. That was when he noticed the mirror.
It was still foggy with condensation from Elijah's shower. Dom placed the tip of his finger on the surface and dragged across, leaving a line. He smirked and moved his finger to an unspoiled spot. This time he made a curved line, and then another to match it.
A heart. Dom hesitated, and then began writing inside the heart. He spoke the letters out loud as he traced them.
"Ee - El - Ai -" …how old am I this is ridic- "Jay - Ai - Eicha-" …you're not some thirteen year old fangir-
He added a plus sign, and then underneath, began writing again. "Dee-"
"Dom, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were just washing your hands." Billy. Dom froze. The door was open. He hadn't kicked it hard enough. Oh fuck. Billy. Billy's right behind me. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck-
Dom was an actor. Dom could think on his feet. His finger slid down and added a loop to the "D". It scribbled across the glass before Dom even knew what he was writing. What did he write?
Billy smacked him across the back of the head and chuckled. "Fuck you! Trust me, he never even met her, you wanker..."
“Elijah + Billy's mum”. You're a genius.
Dominic laughed along with him. "Er, sorry mate, I couldn't resist."
Billy smiled warmly at him and held the door open. "Alright, well, then get the hell out so I can piss then."
Dominic ducked his head and quickly stepped out. He made sure to keep his still-dirty hands in his pockets.
Author: deliverme
Pairing: Dom/Lij
Rating: PG
E-mail addresses for feedback: just here thanks :)
Disclaimers: I don’t own them. Or know them. And stuff.
Warnings: Real Person Slash – if you don’t like the idea of actors crushin’ on eachother, don’t read this
Note: I tweaked this after I originally posted it because
prreciousss pointed something important out. And thanks to starfishsarah and sarahthesleuth for being my betas."Dom, you can use the bathroom now!" Elijah's voice floated down the hallway.
Dom spied the tail of a white bathrobe as it passed into the bedroom at the other end of the house. His gaze drifted down to his own fiddling hands, as if he had not heard Lij's call.
…today was rough… my nails are a mess so dirty Jesus my hands are dirty!... i need to wash them in the bathroom elijah's bathroom… elijah’s house…drinking… i'm glad billy's here i can't get too drunk-
He jumped slightly, startled by the sound of a bottle cap hitting the floor. Billy took a swig of his beer and raised his eyebrows.
"You gonna get in there or what? I need t' piss." he muttered, gesturing towards the bathroom with the bottle. Dom hopped up and forced a short laugh.
"Sorry, just tired from today, I s'pose." He rubbed the back of his head and quickly turned away to hide his embarrassed expression.
Dom shoved his hands into his pockets and began to plod down the hallway. The three actors had decided to meet back at Elijah's house for the evening, in desperate need of down time after a grueling outdoor shoot. The host opted for a shower, but both guests feigned manliness and declined. Dom was regretting his decision as every step towards the bathroom pulsed pain through his back.
The bathroom door was still ajar when he reached it, so he pushed against it with just his pointer finger. As the door swung open, Dom was overwhelmed by the smell of soap. Still standing in the doorway, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. It was definitely… yes, Irish Spring. Dom felt his lips curl into a smile and finally stepped into the bathroom, gently kicking shut the door behind him.
Everything in the bathroom was white, gleaming, smooth. What else would he have expected? Elijah was the star. Dom couldn’t really complain, of course; his flat could sleep nine people. Unfortunately, even such a beautiful room couldn't escape Elijah's influence. Various bottles and containers and bath products were strewn about the place. They cluttered the sink, the bathtub, the floor.
Good old Lij.
Dom nudged a few things out of his way with his foot, and crouched down to pick up a bundled up towel. It was damp. He paused for a moment, and then slowly brought it to his face.
…irish spring…elijah…god it smells good god i'm such a pervert-
Dom quickly tossed the towel to the side. Christ, I am a perv. What am I doing? He reached upwards to find an empty space on the sink, and pulled himself back up. That was when he noticed the mirror.
It was still foggy with condensation from Elijah's shower. Dom placed the tip of his finger on the surface and dragged across, leaving a line. He smirked and moved his finger to an unspoiled spot. This time he made a curved line, and then another to match it.
A heart. Dom hesitated, and then began writing inside the heart. He spoke the letters out loud as he traced them.
"Ee - El - Ai -" …how old am I this is ridic- "Jay - Ai - Eicha-" …you're not some thirteen year old fangir-
He added a plus sign, and then underneath, began writing again. "Dee-"
"Dom, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were just washing your hands." Billy. Dom froze. The door was open. He hadn't kicked it hard enough. Oh fuck. Billy. Billy's right behind me. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck-
Dom was an actor. Dom could think on his feet. His finger slid down and added a loop to the "D". It scribbled across the glass before Dom even knew what he was writing. What did he write?
Billy smacked him across the back of the head and chuckled. "Fuck you! Trust me, he never even met her, you wanker..."
“Elijah + Billy's mum”. You're a genius.
Dominic laughed along with him. "Er, sorry mate, I couldn't resist."
Billy smiled warmly at him and held the door open. "Alright, well, then get the hell out so I can piss then."
Dominic ducked his head and quickly stepped out. He made sure to keep his still-dirty hands in his pockets.