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Title: Of Reunions and Wrists (a.k.a. Kimmi´s Wrist!pr0n From Hell)
Author: Linda (truntelinda@hotmail.com)
Author web page: http://www.livejournal.com/~trunte
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Elijah Wood
Rating: nc-17
Disclaimers: this is fiction, don´t know them, didn´t happen
Feedback: yes please
Beta: Angel - dahlink!
Summary: Dom and Elijah have a personal reunion...
Notes: bah, evil Kimmi made me do eet! :P

~Kimmi´s Wrist!pr0n From Hell~

There are some people looking at them, pointing and giggling, and Dominic wonders what they´re saying, but `out of sight, out of mind´ really applies to his situation when Elijah slams the door shut behind them and presses him up against it. His legs are kneed apart and Elijah´s warm hand finds him, touching and stroking, just right...right there...

"What the fuck, Lij...?" his breath hitches and his hips push forward; he moves into the hand immediately. His eyes are glazing over and Dom rests his head heavily against the door behind him as Elijah places his other hand over Dom´s mouth. He lowers his gaze to look at the younger man.

"Shut up..." Elijah breathes out, "...don´t say anything..."

He dives in to kiss Dom´s neck, bites it, and lets his hand fall slowly, fingers lingering on Dominic´s shivering lips. He squeezes him through worn jeans and Dom bucks forward hard and moans out loud.

"Ohgodfuck, right there, Lij, right..."

God, he can´t breathe anymore.

"Shhh..." Elijah soothes, moist air on Dominic´s skin as he leans into the soft neck and smiles. "...shh..."

Elijah knows.

He moves his hand from Dom´s face and reaches down, grasps a thin wrist and lifts it, pins it against the wall next to Dom´s head. He looks into the other man´s eyes for a moment - Dom is straining to keep them open - and moves in for a kiss, a slow one; Elijah thoroughly explores that ripe mouth, takes control of everything with his tongue and takes his time, sucks lightly on Dom´s full bottom lip before breaking the contact. He rests his cheek against Dom´s and stares at the wrist against the wall...

"Fuck..." he whispers and moves his face, into and down Dom´s trapped hand, trails the lines of it with his nose and drags his lips over the wrist. He stills there and slides his grip on the bare arm a bit further down, breathes for a moment, just breathes while Dom holds his breath in anticipation.

"...fuck..." and then he slips his tongue out and licks across the wrist, teeth scraping against tender skin and he kisses his way back, nips carefully and then licks again. He takes his time, centering all his concentration on how the tip of his tongue slides over soft flesh and hard bone, tasting the slightly salty skin, letting his lips lightly brush against it and he breathes hard as he moves his body closer to the other man´s, feeling Dom pulsating through the confines of his trousers.

Elijah has a thing for Dommie´s wrists...they´re so thin and fragile looking, so skinny...it´s as if they´d break if you held them too hard, Lij had thought way back the first time he´d noticed and he´d fantasized about being allowed to touch and feel...and maybe even tie them together...

He closes his eyes and bites down just hard enough to illicit a small whimper from Dom, and then he soothes it again with a soft kiss, letting out a strained moan himself. He grinds his hips forcefully into Dom´s and slips his free hand under Dom´s thin shirt, touches and caresses, plays with hard nipples and moves to stroke Dom´s strong back, down to the waist of the jeans and then he slides his hand inside.

Dominic groans loudly and arches his back from the wall, wanting to give more access, and then he turns his head to watch Elijah, breathing shallowly through slightly parted lips. There´s something there in Elijah´s eyes, something...Dom knows it, he´s seen it before...fuck, he´s imagined it so many times during lonely nights...he most definitely knows what´s to come. He rolls his head back and watches the ceiling with lazy eyes as the younger man moves in to bite at a sensitive earlobe, sending shivers through Dom´s entire body with his warm breath and...

"Have you missed me...?" Elijah drawls with a smug smile that Dom feels rather than sees, nose rubbing against Dom´s cheek and lips touching his jawline, and fuck yes he has missed him! He doesn´t get a chance to say it, though, before Lij suddenly lets go of his wrist and has Dom´s pants open in what seems like less than a second, pushing them to the floor and dips his hand into loose boxers, taking Dom´s cock in his warm palm and setting a slow pace. He moves back just a small step and watches Dominic´s face as he strokes carefully, smiling at how Dom squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip.

"I´d say you have..." Lij chuckles, reveling in the feeling of completele control as Dominic doesn´t know what to do with his hands, clenches them to fists and bangs them randomly against the wall behind him, mouth moving silently. Elijah is fascinated. He suddenly decides that he can´t wait any longer and leans in and steals a quick kiss before he falls to his knees, pulling Dom´s boxers to the floor and Dom cries out as hot, wet heat envelopes him.

Dominic lifts his hands to his mouth to muffle his groans, then rubs them over his flushed face, slides them into his own hair, producing a deathgrip as Elijah licks slowly, teasingly, all the way from root to tip and swirls his tongue around the sensitive head once before glancing up, and then he takes Dom all the way down his throat without warning.

Dom whimpers, yelps almost, and shudders violently, his hips bucking forward on their own accord and Elijah pushes back with firm hands, pins Dom to the wall and moves his head back, then forward again, all the while looking up to see every emotion, see colour break out across Dom´s cheeks, and he moves his head a little faster, sucking a little harder, pausing only for a brief moment to drag his teeth carefully along the extremely sensitive skin.

His knees are threatening to give way any second now, Dom knows it, and he wants to scream it, scream at Elijah to stop before he...before...but God, no, don´t stop...

Starting to mumble incoherently to himself, Dom lets his hands fall to Elijah´s head, takes hold in that thick, soft hair and Elijah moves one hand up and grabs on to Dom´s right wrist. He slides his fingers over and around it, his thumb stroking the inside of the wrist and finding the other man´s pulse there and he absently notices how quick it is. He speeds up his ministrations and cups Dom´s sac with one hand, gently massaging, and feeling the tense body starting to shake against him he takes Dom deeper. Mumbles and muttering getting louder and louder in the small room as Elijah brings him to the brink of release and suddenly Dom explodes, desperately thrusting into Elijah´s willing mouth and gasping for air, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He takes a deep breath and tries to relax his body somewhat and drags his eyes open while still pumping his hips slowly. He looks down on Elijah and relents his hold on his hair a little, strokes it gently instead and runs a finger down Elijah´s cheek to moist, red lips.

"Yes..." he says quietly and smiles an exhausted but happy smile, and Elijah moves back and then rises to his feet, eyeing Dom curiously.

"Yes what?" he asks and lets his body fall against Dom´s, arms finding their way around the slightly taller man´s shoulders and he nuzzles Dom´s neck, kisses his cheek, and Dom closes his eyes for a second and breathes out,

"Yes...I have missed you..."

~end~