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Title: Blurry
Author: Elaine (fido12@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan / Elijah Wood
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I don't know these boys. This all came from my head.
Author's Notes: This takes place during and after the TTT Los Angeles premiere.
***
The top buttons are undone, and Dom's skin peeks out of the collar of his shirt. He wraps his lips around the lollipop, its hard exterior pressing the soft membranes of his mouth. Elijah is veiled from his eyes by the harsh afterimages of the flashing cameras. It doesn't matter; they'll see plenty of each other later.
***
Dom feels the impact as his back collides with the wall, Elijah pressing him further, until he has nowhere else to go. His head follows suit, cracking against the wall, clouding Dom's vision before he has time to recover. "Fuck," he breathes, and Elijah nods.
***
He hits the mattress, and this time the impact is sweet. Elijah's skin radiates with heat, from the fire or the alcohol Dom can't say. All he knows is that he misses Elijah's hair, the way he would grab it as though he were grasping reality. He runs his hand over the soft stubble, thinking it might not be so bad after all.
***
A drop of sweat slides down the bare skin of Dom's back, drawing a line of fire that only he can feel. He's dying, and it tastes like raw skin and lollipops. Each thrust reeks of anguish and stale sweat, but try as he might, he just can't get enough.
Author: Elaine (fido12@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan / Elijah Wood
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I don't know these boys. This all came from my head.
Author's Notes: This takes place during and after the TTT Los Angeles premiere.
***
The top buttons are undone, and Dom's skin peeks out of the collar of his shirt. He wraps his lips around the lollipop, its hard exterior pressing the soft membranes of his mouth. Elijah is veiled from his eyes by the harsh afterimages of the flashing cameras. It doesn't matter; they'll see plenty of each other later.
***
Dom feels the impact as his back collides with the wall, Elijah pressing him further, until he has nowhere else to go. His head follows suit, cracking against the wall, clouding Dom's vision before he has time to recover. "Fuck," he breathes, and Elijah nods.
***
He hits the mattress, and this time the impact is sweet. Elijah's skin radiates with heat, from the fire or the alcohol Dom can't say. All he knows is that he misses Elijah's hair, the way he would grab it as though he were grasping reality. He runs his hand over the soft stubble, thinking it might not be so bad after all.
***
A drop of sweat slides down the bare skin of Dom's back, drawing a line of fire that only he can feel. He's dying, and it tastes like raw skin and lollipops. Each thrust reeks of anguish and stale sweat, but try as he might, he just can't get enough.