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World Trip - Chapter 28
Title: World Trip 28/?
Author/Email: Salogel (salogel2004@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: NC17 (for sexual situations)
Summary: Dom and Lij fly to Cape Town.
WARNING: None
Feedback: Yes please
Archive:Sal's Hobbit Haven
Disclaimer: None of this happened or will ever happen. It is all made up in my overactive mind.
Additional Notes: Any flashbacks are written as they happened, and not necessarily as a point of view.
Previous chapters can be found here.
World Trip
Chapter 28 – The Flight to Cape Town
Elijah eyes were closed; his fingers gripped the wash counter as Dominic continued to press in hard against him.
Dominic watched Elijah’s reflection in the small cubicle mirror. Watched how his mouth opened and closed with intermittent gasps every time he entered him, and withdrew. There was so little room to manouevre, but he was nicely tucked in behind Elijah, who was as hot and tight as ever.
“God, Lij…” Dominic withdrew again, and then pressed his cock against Elijah’s buttocks rubbing it tantalizingly against warm flesh, before taking hold of it, and pushing it back in again, slowly… deliberately slowly… “Fuck…!”
Elijah moved his feet slightly, but there was nowhere for them to go. Business class washrooms were bigger than economy class, but nowhere near as big as first!
“God, Lijah…” Dominic gripped Elijah’s hips as his cock involuntarily slid deeper into his lover. “Oh... God, you feel so fucking good. Always so fucking good.”
Elijah remained silent… He bit his lower lip, as Dominic rotated his hips slightly… God when he did that… it was fucking amazing! Dominic did it again, and Elijah sucked in his breath.
“Like that, Lij? When I do… this?”
“…God…” It was just a whisper.
Dominic snaked a hand around Elijah’s body and took hold of his cock, which had until then, remained untouched.
“Hmmm…Lijah…” Dominic nuzzled his mouth into this nape of Elijah’s neck. He began moving his hand up and down Elijah’s cock… feeling it throb in his fingers, feeling it twitch and grow a little more as his thumb smoothed over the head, small circles, delicate circles, smearing the gathering pre-cum. Elijah’s body shuddered and writhed slightly… his muscles clenched down on Dominic, making Dominic groan silently as the pressure on his cock intensified.
Elijah wanted to move backwards, so that he could bend forward a little more, but Dominic’s back was almost against the far wall.
Out again… Dominic withdrew. He looked down at his cock, still glistening with lube. He rubbed it along the underside of Elijah’s body so that it bumped against his balls. Elijah placed his hand between his legs and took hold of it, ran his fingers along the entire length, and then positioned it back at his entrance. Dominic pushed his cock back in, and Elijah’s body arched slightly, because it felt so fucking wonderful.
“Oh God… Elijah…” Dominic began a rhythm now, and continued to pump Elijah in time with his thrusts. And he continued to glance now and then, over Elijah’s shoulder, into that small dim mirror. He loved watching Elijah’s facial expressions alter, if only slightly, as his hand stroked his cock, bringing him nearer and nearer to orgasm.
Dominic came first. His forehead fell on Elijah’s shoulder, and with one hand wrapped tightly around Elijah’s waist he pulled him in and on to him as he shuddered, emptying himself. He placed his mouth on Elijah’s neck to stifle his moan, which was long… extremely long…
Elijah came a few seconds later… after encouraging Dominic to keep his hand going. He placed his own hand over Dominic’s to increase the pace. Elijah had to clamp his mouth shut tightly, swallowing a moan, so that whole business class cabin did not know what they were up to! His breath finally came out in one long shuddering sigh as his hot fluid spilled over their hands.
Heavy breathing now filled the toilet cubicle, that and the smell of sex. Elijah looked into the mirror at Dominic, and grinned. Then, as soon as he felt Dominic withdraw, he turned around and they both kissed, deep tongue-in-mouth kisses.
“Hmmm…” Dominic finally pulled away. “Could stay here, Lij. All the way to Cape Town.”
“In here?” Elijah giggled as he pulled out a few leaves of tissue and handed them to Dominic.
“It’s not the surroundings that count, Lij. It’s who you are with.”
Elijah frowned, not sure how serious Dominic was.
“This is a toilet, Dom.”
“Yeah…I know - fucking great, eh!” Dominic’s face broke out into a grin. “Finally got to fuck you on a plane, Elijah Wood. I hope I fulfilled my promise.”
Elijah snorted. “Definitely…”
They returned to their seats, and found that an air steward had been in their absence… Cups and saucers and been placed on their trays. Dominic glanced around the spacious cabin and saw the other passengers quietly sipping tea and coffee while reading or working.
“How long were we in there?” Dominic took his seat.
Elijah smiled. “Long enough…”
“The stewards must know.” Dominic looked nervously towards the small galley at the front of the cabin.
“Of course they do! Happens all the time.”
Dominic felt himself go red, and the blush remained as one of the stewardesses approached them with two flasks.
“Gentlemen… tea? Coffee?”
“Umm… coffee!” Dominic kept his eyes downcast.
“Same for me.” Elijah held up his cup.
The stewardess finished pouring the drinks. “Is there anything else I can get for you, gentlemen?” she asked, her smile was broad, and her expression neutral.
Elijah looked at Dominic. “Dom?”
“Err… no… not right now… thanks.”
“Ok… just ring if you need anything.” The stewardess indicated the call button. Then she left them alone.
Elijah snorted and half giggled.
“What?” Dominic finally looked up.
“You… you may as well be wearing a ‘we just fucked in the washroom t-shirt’.
“I know… I know. I can’t help it.”
Elijah took Dominic’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “So do we get to put that in this letter thing you want us to write?”
Dominic chuckled. “Put what you want, Lij. That’s the whole idea of it.”
Elijah nodded… and smiled inwardly at Dominic’s idea. It was truly a great idea, a romantic idea, and only something Dominic could have come up with.
***
Lilongwe International Airport, one of Malawi’s busiest. And they had been delayed, something they had grown very accustomed to, while being in Africa.
Ahead of them lay a long seven-hour flight to Cape Town, and as has become the norm when their flights were delayed, they wouldn’t arrive at their hotel until some ungodly hour in the night.
Dominic sat back in one of the chairs and watched life going on around them. Elijah was busy scribbling away in his journal; glasses perched almost on the end of his nose.
“It’s six months, isn’t it?” Dominic suddenly asked.
Elijah looked up. “What is?”
“Since we left LA?”
Elijah looked at the date in his journal. “You’re right.”
“We should do something.”
Elijah raised his eyebrows.
“To mark the occasion, I mean.”
“For example…?” Elijah’s pen was still poised over his page.
“I dunno, something.”
“We’re stuck in an airport, Dom.”
“I know… leave it with me… I’ll think of something good.”
I’m sure you will… Elijah smiled as he returned to his writing.
***
Once the plane had reached altitude, and the complementary bucks-fizz had been served, Dominic pulled his bag down from the overhead locker and pulled out a package.
Elijah was busy studying the on-board magazine, when Dominic placed some fancy looking paper with matching envelopes onto his lap.
Elijah looked at Dominic with a quizzical expression.
“We…” Dominic began, as he fiddled around positioning his table over his legs, “…are going to write a six month letter to each other.”
Elijah blinked…
“You know…” Dominic handed Elijah a pen. “What our holiday has meant to us so far, what memories we have, if we have learnt anything from it. That sort of thing…”
Elijah continued to look on blankly.
Dominic chuckled. “Come on, Lij. It’ll be interesting. We won’t tell each other what we have written, we’ll seal the letters in the envelopes and open them when we get back to the States… say… on Christmas Day, or something.”
Elijah nodded slightly.
“Put your table up then…” Dominic reached over Elijah’s lap to unlatch the hidden table. “And no peeking at what I am writing!”
Elijah clicked his table into place and then stared at the blank sheets of paper. His journal was already full of thoughts about the past six months, but of course Dominic didn’t know that.
“Well?” Dominic indicated that Elijah start writing. He wrote the date on his own piece of paper… 21 June 2005… Dear Elijah…
Elijah scratched his head, and then settled back in his seat. He watched Dominic chewing the end of his pen in deep thought, and then he smiled to himself. He looked around the cabin… and then he placed his hand over Dominic groin and squeezed.
Dominic let out a surprised squeak!
Elijah kept his hand where it was and began rubbing Dominic through his jeans.
“Lij…!” Dominic whispered. “What are you doing?”
Elijah smiled wickedly as he continued stroking Dominic, he could already feel the bulge beginning to swell.
“Well, Dom. It’s like this.” Elijah leant his head in as close to Dominic’s as he could, making sure that the pressure of his hand increased as he did so. “My letter is going to start like this… Dear Dom, you haven’t fucked me on a plane yet…”
Dominic stared at Elijah, as his jaw dropped open.
“Well you haven’t…” Elijah smiled. “Have you? And you did promise…”
Dominic tried to make his mouth work, but he felt Elijah’s hand undo his zipper and slide inside. He looked frantically around the cabin.
“No one can see…” Elijah reassured him as his figures gripped the growing hardness under his palm. “No one can see us at all.”
Elijah squeezed Dominic firmly, making Dominic shift in his seat. “Nice?” he whispered.
Dominic didn’t answer. He turned his head and looked into Elijah’s eyes. Elijah’s hand would fucking undo him, he knew that.
“Well…?” Elijah asked as his hand continued to work up and down.
Dominic swallowed…
“Going to fuck me…push this inside me?” Elijah gripped a little harder.
Dominic almost let out a moan.
“Dommie…?” Elijah pushed his hand down a little further and scooped up Dominic’s balls, he let his fingers play with them for a few seconds, grinning as he watched Dominic’s hands grip the armrests on his seat.
Elijah ran his fingers back to the top of Dominic’s cock; the desire to pull it out from within its confines and suck it was almost too overwhelming!
Instead, Elijah gave one final squeeze and then removed his hand and stood up. “I’ll be waiting,” he said. Then he quickly made his way to the restroom, without looking back.
***
“I’m going to make a list, of all the places that you fucked me…” Elijah joked as he settled down to write his letter once more.
“And I’m going to make a list of all the places that I threw up!” Dominic half joked, and then realised that his statement wasn’t very amusing at all.
“Aww, Dom.” Elijah took Dominic’s hand and kissed it. “Things’ll be better from now on. No more getting sick… not allowed! Not anymore. The next six months will be ‘sick free’. I guarantee it.”
“Yeah, well. Only time will tell, won’t it, Lij?” Dominic didn’t feel very optimistic; with his track record, how could he?
“You’ll be fine.” Elijah reassured him.
Dominic couldn’t help but smile. Elijah was always the positive one in their relationship, while he was the complete negative one. What would he ever do without him? Now there was a thought he hadn’t had in a while. Yes… he had changed… definitely… Now to try and put that all down in writing.
Elijah had already begun, while Dominic stared into space.
“I need your journal, Lij.” Dominic suddenly announced. “I can’t remember everywhere we’ve been off the top of my head.”
Elijah looked up sharply, his mind racing. “Umm… well… no,” he spluttered.
“What?”
“Memories…” Elijah tried to sound calm. “That’s what you said. Those are what are important, Dom. If you can’t remember things, then, well… they have no meaning. Isn’t that right?” Elijah’s heartbeat had picked up a little as he waited for Dominic’s reply. There was no way he could give him his fucking journal.
Dominic thought about this for a bit, before nodding and smiling. “You’re right, Lijah. Memories and thoughts, that’s what it has to be.”
Elijah smiled back, relief washed over him. Thoughts and memories. Well, his journal was full of thoughts. The memories would be good to recall… he had fucking fantastic memory, after all!
So they began, as the plane flew them from yet one destination to another… both in their own little world, thinking back over the past six months… and writing it all down.
***
Dom’s Letter
21 June 2005
Dear Elijah
This is weird writing a letter to you, while you are sitting right beside me, but it’s a way of putting a few thoughts and feelings down on paper… things, which I may not recall at the end of the year.
But you know me, Elijah…I wear my heart on my sleeve, I know that, and it’s a burden you have taken on so admirably, and I fucking love you for it.
I love you for standing by me when I have become hard to live with, I know me, Elijah, and sometimes I don’t know how you do it. But I’m glad you do.
I know this letter is going to be rambling, and over-sensitive…I’ve already made a good start, haven’t I? But I’m not going to begin again. That’s the whole idea of this… thoughts… innermost thoughts… although you know me better than I do, I’m sure of that, because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be with me after all these years.
Six months ago I suggested a holiday, a year I said, traveling the world, and you agreed. I can’t believe we are half way there already, but these past six months have been so important to me, Elijah. Perhaps more important than you will ever know, but I will come to that later.
We have seen a lot on our travels, but none of it means anything if I hadn’t shared any of them with you.
Remember Christmas? I’ll always remember Christmas, and New Year… in the Arctic. What memories they are Elijah… I’ll never forget them. I hadn’t expected to suffer as I did with the bloody cold, but we got through it. You got me through it…
I’ll never forget leaving the cabin late one night, after making sure you were asleep, getting dressed up in - how many layers was it? And trudging through the snow to meet one of the Laps, who had made your bracelet. I’m an insane bastard at times, Elijah, I will own up to that… but the look on your face when I gave you the bracelet made the struggle in sub-zero temperatures totally worth it.
I’m trying to think back now over the places that we visited, and my heart sinks a little because I feel that getting sick has spoiled a lot of this holiday, especially for you. But you never faltered once in your enthusiasm to carry on, and it was that enthusiasm that helped me get through it all.
In fact as I think back now over our time, I am beginning to feel guilty.
I love you, Elijah… totally and irrevocably. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I used to live in total fear of not having you with me. It was irrational, I know… but I could never tell you… I didn’t want to drive you away… I always thought that if you knew these innermost fears of mine, you would either leave instantly, or just stay with me out of pity.
I can’t believe that I ever used to think that now, but it dominated my thoughts for a very long time… for years, even, always bubbling near the surface. How you ever put up with me, and my over-dependence on you, I’ll never know, but you do…and that means everything to me, Lighe. We may be on a world trip, but you are my world, and I know I have told you that over and over again. You must be sick of hearing it.
Facing up to my fear wasn’t easy, it was bloody hard, and really I don’t know if we would be here now, on this plane, continuing our journey if it wasn’t for Danae. She helped me, Lighe. I don’t know if you know that. She helped me to think rationally… not something I am always capable of doing, and you know that. It’s because I love you so much, that I can be blind to what is going on, what pain I could be causing, and I have caused you pain…I think I do that a lot, and I am sorry.
I am selfish… I raise my hand to that. And you are not. You are the most unselfish person that I have ever known. You never put yourself first, and always think of others before you. How you let me get away with half the stuff I say, and do, I’ll never know.
One of the biggest regrets of my life, not just on this holiday, but ever, is when I left you on that ship. Left you alone…you had been attacked and I fucked off, pissed and angry… and I was angry, Elijah… bloody angry. But now I feel ashamed when I think back to that time. I didn’t want to listen to you, because it should have been about me… always about me… and that’s why I fucking hate myself at times…Jesus, why do I do that to you? I don’t listen to you, yet I love you so much. I’m always hurting you, I get pissed and angry so fucking quickly, but most of the reasons for that is all here inside my head. I can’t help it. At times I seriously think I’m totally fucked up.
But you stay with me, you stay with me Elijah, and I can’t ever thank God enough for that. I often lie in bed at night just looking at you, not believing how lucky I am.
But these past few weeks have been better; I’ve been seeing things more clearly. I’ll never forget those words that you shouted at me. ‘You are not my keeper!’ And at the time I fucking hated you for saying that. But you are right; Danae helped me to see it, too. You are your own man, Lighe. Even in New Zealand you knew what you wanted, and who you wanted, even though it took you a little time to act on your instincts (and thank fuck you did!).
I really am the weak one, Elijah. I’m the one to mouth off, and shout out abuse, quite often at you, but you always keep a dignified silence. I never really know what you are thinking deep down. But I know that you love me, and that’s enough. Christ, I mean… you picked me, Elijah… how fucking great is that?
This letter is supposed to be about our time together over the past six months, and it is. I feel I have grown in a way… closer to you… definitely closer to you, but no longer smothering you… although don’t get me wrong, if any crazy fuck comes anywhere near you, I’ll kill them! (Some things don’t change, do they!!!) And I hope you are laughing at this statement.
We have been privileged to see many wonderful things on our trip, so far. And as I said at the beginning of this letter, these have probably become the most important six months of my life, mainly because I have got to spend every second of every day with you. We have never spent so much time together, and I am fucking loving it. There’s the selfish side of me coming forward again.
I love having you all to myself Elijah, I won’t lie about it. Waking up with you beside me, every morning, is like starting over. Every day is brand new… stretching out in front of us with untold possibilities. Whole days, of just me and you, and no one else. Doing what we like, when we like…with loving you whenever I want to. And I could do that forever. Because loving you, is what makes me… me.
It’ll be interesting to watch you read this letter… I think you know it all anyway. I am an open book to you, Elijah… you are certainly not blind to the love I feel for you.
Returning home, will be difficult, because… well… our time together will become limited again… but we can always look back over this time away, and relive it all. I know I will, especially when we are apart…. Apart!!! I may have grown more positive, Elijah, but sleeping alone will never work for me!
I’ve just glanced over at you, and you are writing away. I wonder what you have written. Have you opened up? Written what a fucking arse I am, difficult to live with, but you love me anyway?
Whatever you have written I shall look forward to reading it, six months from now. Wow! Our letters will be six months old. I wonder what will have happened between now and when we read them? But that is the exciting thing… the future.
Before we came away, before Danae, I was shit scared of the future, because I kept seeing it without you. (See, fucked up thinking.) But now, and this is the most fantastic thing that has happened to me on this trip, I don’t see it like that anymore. Those thoughts rarely enter my mind now. In fact, I smile when I think of the future, because there are years and years ahead of us, and that’s a fucking miracle to me.
God, that is a fantastic thought… and I am suddenly on the verge of crying. It’s took six months for me realise that I’m the fucking luckiest guy in the world, to have you for myself, and that you want to be with me, I mean really want, to be with me. How can I ever think negatively again?
You fucking make me happy, Elijah, and this letter has become more of a declaration of my love for you and hopes for our future, rather than memories. These past six months, have in a way been the best of my life, well… second to actually meeting you, and falling in love with you… but they have.
I love you, Elijah, and that’s how I am going to end this letter.
Yours forever,
Dom
XXX
***
Elijah’s Letter
21 June 2005
Dear Dom
It’s interesting that you have suggested that we write a letter to each other to mark the six-month anniversary of our trip.
Unbeknown to you, I have been keeping a personal account for six months. The journal you gave me is not just a travel-log. I think that I may have just totally surprised you by that revelation, but I will have more to say about my journal at the end of this letter.
Way back at the beginning, I wasn’t too keen on the idea of traveling for a year, but it’s turned out to be a wonderful experience. We have seen so much together… I reckon I could write a book when we get home. ‘Dom and Lij’s World Trip!’ That would be an interesting exercise; maybe I’ll do it, who knows?
You said that we should use these letters to write our thoughts and memories, and what impact they may have had on us, well I can start by saying that I have had a lot of fun, with you, Dom. We don’t often get the chance to spend much time together back home, what with one thing or another, so this time together has been interesting, in terms of being with each other for 24/7.
When I planned the holiday, I had to think ahead, something I am very good at, and have always been good at, and I seem to have made quite a good job of things so far, with only a couple of little upsets on the way, but nothing major.
It hasn’t all gone to plan - you getting sick in Sweden scared the living shit out of me. I can remember that evening as vividly as if it were last night. I know you have very little recollection, but that was a close call! I never want to experience anything like that ever again! No more scaring me to death like that, ok Dommie?
I jokingly said that I was going make a list of all the times you have fucked me… well that would be a long list. A very nice, but incredibly long list. But I can say a few places, can’t I? I mean, no one but yourself is going to read this letter.
New Year’s Eve… the glass igloo…remember that? Fucking out-of-this-world! The Hay Barn on my birthday… fucking awesome. The Orient Express…no words can describe it. In that fucking tent in Morocco!…we were so fucking desperate. And by The Lake of Stars, last night…that was beautiful
I’m not sure just how much we are putting into these letters? The whole heart and soul? Just a few random thoughts? You seem to be writing like mad. I really am no good at this sort of thing.
Ok, let me think… best country? Has to be Denmark, Copenhagen… I just love that place, and you know the reason for that. Remember that hotel we stayed in? Mr Olsen? Jesus, that seems so long ago now.
Favourite mode of transport? Danae’s boat. Danae… I wonder how she is? She was a wonderful person.
Favourite memory. Christmas Day… New Year’s Eve…Legoland…My birthday… ice skating in Budapest… The Orient Express…meeting Danae…the Pyramids…the fucking Lawrence of Arabia garb!… Learning to cook in Malawi. I fucking amazed myself with that task!
Well, Dom… the memories are plenty; those few are just the tip of the iceberg. And those are the ones I want to hold on to, because there are some bad memories, too. Memories I am not going to recall here. Because when we read these letters at Christmas, the bad things will all have taken place so long ago. Never dwell on the past… that has always been something I have lived by, and will continue to live by.
God, I hope this letter is what you are after. It all seems a bit formal to me…
Ok…what has the last six months meant to me? Well, a lot really. I’ve got to know you better, Dom. A lot better… some of the things I have learnt have come as a surprise, I’ll admit, but that’s what makes you… you. I wouldn’t have you any other way.
I love seeing you happy, because you are quite a serious person, not in public, but in private. You have had some issues to deal with that I never knew about, and I hope that I have helped.
I really am not very good with all this mushy shit… although, believe it or not, I have tried to open up in my journal. Honestly… you don’t believe me, do you?
Well……………
OK…here’s the deal……
I want you to read my journal Dom, because this letter is fucking crap. I’ve just read over it, and it’s full of nothing.
My journal will tell you everything, especially how much I love you! Somehow I just can’t seem to write it all down in this particular letter.
And inside my journal will be another letter. I’m not going to write it now, but I will, at some point very soon. Just a short one, because New Zealand would have happened and I want to write in this other letter why I wanted to give you the gift that will be waiting for you at the end of September.
And when you do read my journal, I don’t want you to read it in my presence, because that would embarrass the shit out of me. I don’t even want you to mention it after you have read it.
All my thoughts are in there, all of them… the good and the bad, and they will be yours too. I never tell you enough just how much I love you, Dom. My journal says it all!
So I’ll end this letter here.
Don’t be mad that it’s the crappiest letter ever.
Love you
Elijah xxxxxx
***
“Finished?” Dominic watched Elijah slip the sheets of paper into one of the envelopes.
“Yes…” Elijah licked the flap and sealed the envelope closed. He handed it to Dominic who placed both letters inside his travel bag.
“Great, that’s that then. We’ll forget about them until the end of the year!”
Elijah nodded, still feeling a little unsure about what he had written. But it was too late now. It was done.
“Want a drink, Lij?” Dominic rang the bell.
“That’ll be nice.”
The stewardess was with them instantly.
“Umm… champagne, Lij?” Dominic looked at Elijah. “To celebrate?”
“Ok…” Elijah nodded.
Dominic placed the order, and then settled back in his seat. He took hold of Elijah’s hand and held it tightly.
Elijah smiled.
“God, I love you, Elijah.” Dominic whispered as he turned to look at Elijah again. “I love you so fucking much. I don’t think I have ever been this happy.”
Elijah’s smile turned into a broad grin. “Me too,” he said. “Me, too!”
tbc
Author/Email: Salogel (salogel2004@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: NC17 (for sexual situations)
Summary: Dom and Lij fly to Cape Town.
WARNING: None
Feedback: Yes please
Archive:Sal's Hobbit Haven
Disclaimer: None of this happened or will ever happen. It is all made up in my overactive mind.
Additional Notes: Any flashbacks are written as they happened, and not necessarily as a point of view.
Previous chapters can be found here.
World Trip
Chapter 28 – The Flight to Cape Town
Elijah eyes were closed; his fingers gripped the wash counter as Dominic continued to press in hard against him.
Dominic watched Elijah’s reflection in the small cubicle mirror. Watched how his mouth opened and closed with intermittent gasps every time he entered him, and withdrew. There was so little room to manouevre, but he was nicely tucked in behind Elijah, who was as hot and tight as ever.
“God, Lij…” Dominic withdrew again, and then pressed his cock against Elijah’s buttocks rubbing it tantalizingly against warm flesh, before taking hold of it, and pushing it back in again, slowly… deliberately slowly… “Fuck…!”
Elijah moved his feet slightly, but there was nowhere for them to go. Business class washrooms were bigger than economy class, but nowhere near as big as first!
“God, Lijah…” Dominic gripped Elijah’s hips as his cock involuntarily slid deeper into his lover. “Oh... God, you feel so fucking good. Always so fucking good.”
Elijah remained silent… He bit his lower lip, as Dominic rotated his hips slightly… God when he did that… it was fucking amazing! Dominic did it again, and Elijah sucked in his breath.
“Like that, Lij? When I do… this?”
“…God…” It was just a whisper.
Dominic snaked a hand around Elijah’s body and took hold of his cock, which had until then, remained untouched.
“Hmmm…Lijah…” Dominic nuzzled his mouth into this nape of Elijah’s neck. He began moving his hand up and down Elijah’s cock… feeling it throb in his fingers, feeling it twitch and grow a little more as his thumb smoothed over the head, small circles, delicate circles, smearing the gathering pre-cum. Elijah’s body shuddered and writhed slightly… his muscles clenched down on Dominic, making Dominic groan silently as the pressure on his cock intensified.
Elijah wanted to move backwards, so that he could bend forward a little more, but Dominic’s back was almost against the far wall.
Out again… Dominic withdrew. He looked down at his cock, still glistening with lube. He rubbed it along the underside of Elijah’s body so that it bumped against his balls. Elijah placed his hand between his legs and took hold of it, ran his fingers along the entire length, and then positioned it back at his entrance. Dominic pushed his cock back in, and Elijah’s body arched slightly, because it felt so fucking wonderful.
“Oh God… Elijah…” Dominic began a rhythm now, and continued to pump Elijah in time with his thrusts. And he continued to glance now and then, over Elijah’s shoulder, into that small dim mirror. He loved watching Elijah’s facial expressions alter, if only slightly, as his hand stroked his cock, bringing him nearer and nearer to orgasm.
Dominic came first. His forehead fell on Elijah’s shoulder, and with one hand wrapped tightly around Elijah’s waist he pulled him in and on to him as he shuddered, emptying himself. He placed his mouth on Elijah’s neck to stifle his moan, which was long… extremely long…
Elijah came a few seconds later… after encouraging Dominic to keep his hand going. He placed his own hand over Dominic’s to increase the pace. Elijah had to clamp his mouth shut tightly, swallowing a moan, so that whole business class cabin did not know what they were up to! His breath finally came out in one long shuddering sigh as his hot fluid spilled over their hands.
Heavy breathing now filled the toilet cubicle, that and the smell of sex. Elijah looked into the mirror at Dominic, and grinned. Then, as soon as he felt Dominic withdraw, he turned around and they both kissed, deep tongue-in-mouth kisses.
“Hmmm…” Dominic finally pulled away. “Could stay here, Lij. All the way to Cape Town.”
“In here?” Elijah giggled as he pulled out a few leaves of tissue and handed them to Dominic.
“It’s not the surroundings that count, Lij. It’s who you are with.”
Elijah frowned, not sure how serious Dominic was.
“This is a toilet, Dom.”
“Yeah…I know - fucking great, eh!” Dominic’s face broke out into a grin. “Finally got to fuck you on a plane, Elijah Wood. I hope I fulfilled my promise.”
Elijah snorted. “Definitely…”
They returned to their seats, and found that an air steward had been in their absence… Cups and saucers and been placed on their trays. Dominic glanced around the spacious cabin and saw the other passengers quietly sipping tea and coffee while reading or working.
“How long were we in there?” Dominic took his seat.
Elijah smiled. “Long enough…”
“The stewards must know.” Dominic looked nervously towards the small galley at the front of the cabin.
“Of course they do! Happens all the time.”
Dominic felt himself go red, and the blush remained as one of the stewardesses approached them with two flasks.
“Gentlemen… tea? Coffee?”
“Umm… coffee!” Dominic kept his eyes downcast.
“Same for me.” Elijah held up his cup.
The stewardess finished pouring the drinks. “Is there anything else I can get for you, gentlemen?” she asked, her smile was broad, and her expression neutral.
Elijah looked at Dominic. “Dom?”
“Err… no… not right now… thanks.”
“Ok… just ring if you need anything.” The stewardess indicated the call button. Then she left them alone.
Elijah snorted and half giggled.
“What?” Dominic finally looked up.
“You… you may as well be wearing a ‘we just fucked in the washroom t-shirt’.
“I know… I know. I can’t help it.”
Elijah took Dominic’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “So do we get to put that in this letter thing you want us to write?”
Dominic chuckled. “Put what you want, Lij. That’s the whole idea of it.”
Elijah nodded… and smiled inwardly at Dominic’s idea. It was truly a great idea, a romantic idea, and only something Dominic could have come up with.
***
Lilongwe International Airport, one of Malawi’s busiest. And they had been delayed, something they had grown very accustomed to, while being in Africa.
Ahead of them lay a long seven-hour flight to Cape Town, and as has become the norm when their flights were delayed, they wouldn’t arrive at their hotel until some ungodly hour in the night.
Dominic sat back in one of the chairs and watched life going on around them. Elijah was busy scribbling away in his journal; glasses perched almost on the end of his nose.
“It’s six months, isn’t it?” Dominic suddenly asked.
Elijah looked up. “What is?”
“Since we left LA?”
Elijah looked at the date in his journal. “You’re right.”
“We should do something.”
Elijah raised his eyebrows.
“To mark the occasion, I mean.”
“For example…?” Elijah’s pen was still poised over his page.
“I dunno, something.”
“We’re stuck in an airport, Dom.”
“I know… leave it with me… I’ll think of something good.”
I’m sure you will… Elijah smiled as he returned to his writing.
***
Once the plane had reached altitude, and the complementary bucks-fizz had been served, Dominic pulled his bag down from the overhead locker and pulled out a package.
Elijah was busy studying the on-board magazine, when Dominic placed some fancy looking paper with matching envelopes onto his lap.
Elijah looked at Dominic with a quizzical expression.
“We…” Dominic began, as he fiddled around positioning his table over his legs, “…are going to write a six month letter to each other.”
Elijah blinked…
“You know…” Dominic handed Elijah a pen. “What our holiday has meant to us so far, what memories we have, if we have learnt anything from it. That sort of thing…”
Elijah continued to look on blankly.
Dominic chuckled. “Come on, Lij. It’ll be interesting. We won’t tell each other what we have written, we’ll seal the letters in the envelopes and open them when we get back to the States… say… on Christmas Day, or something.”
Elijah nodded slightly.
“Put your table up then…” Dominic reached over Elijah’s lap to unlatch the hidden table. “And no peeking at what I am writing!”
Elijah clicked his table into place and then stared at the blank sheets of paper. His journal was already full of thoughts about the past six months, but of course Dominic didn’t know that.
“Well?” Dominic indicated that Elijah start writing. He wrote the date on his own piece of paper… 21 June 2005… Dear Elijah…
Elijah scratched his head, and then settled back in his seat. He watched Dominic chewing the end of his pen in deep thought, and then he smiled to himself. He looked around the cabin… and then he placed his hand over Dominic groin and squeezed.
Dominic let out a surprised squeak!
Elijah kept his hand where it was and began rubbing Dominic through his jeans.
“Lij…!” Dominic whispered. “What are you doing?”
Elijah smiled wickedly as he continued stroking Dominic, he could already feel the bulge beginning to swell.
“Well, Dom. It’s like this.” Elijah leant his head in as close to Dominic’s as he could, making sure that the pressure of his hand increased as he did so. “My letter is going to start like this… Dear Dom, you haven’t fucked me on a plane yet…”
Dominic stared at Elijah, as his jaw dropped open.
“Well you haven’t…” Elijah smiled. “Have you? And you did promise…”
Dominic tried to make his mouth work, but he felt Elijah’s hand undo his zipper and slide inside. He looked frantically around the cabin.
“No one can see…” Elijah reassured him as his figures gripped the growing hardness under his palm. “No one can see us at all.”
Elijah squeezed Dominic firmly, making Dominic shift in his seat. “Nice?” he whispered.
Dominic didn’t answer. He turned his head and looked into Elijah’s eyes. Elijah’s hand would fucking undo him, he knew that.
“Well…?” Elijah asked as his hand continued to work up and down.
Dominic swallowed…
“Going to fuck me…push this inside me?” Elijah gripped a little harder.
Dominic almost let out a moan.
“Dommie…?” Elijah pushed his hand down a little further and scooped up Dominic’s balls, he let his fingers play with them for a few seconds, grinning as he watched Dominic’s hands grip the armrests on his seat.
Elijah ran his fingers back to the top of Dominic’s cock; the desire to pull it out from within its confines and suck it was almost too overwhelming!
Instead, Elijah gave one final squeeze and then removed his hand and stood up. “I’ll be waiting,” he said. Then he quickly made his way to the restroom, without looking back.
***
“I’m going to make a list, of all the places that you fucked me…” Elijah joked as he settled down to write his letter once more.
“And I’m going to make a list of all the places that I threw up!” Dominic half joked, and then realised that his statement wasn’t very amusing at all.
“Aww, Dom.” Elijah took Dominic’s hand and kissed it. “Things’ll be better from now on. No more getting sick… not allowed! Not anymore. The next six months will be ‘sick free’. I guarantee it.”
“Yeah, well. Only time will tell, won’t it, Lij?” Dominic didn’t feel very optimistic; with his track record, how could he?
“You’ll be fine.” Elijah reassured him.
Dominic couldn’t help but smile. Elijah was always the positive one in their relationship, while he was the complete negative one. What would he ever do without him? Now there was a thought he hadn’t had in a while. Yes… he had changed… definitely… Now to try and put that all down in writing.
Elijah had already begun, while Dominic stared into space.
“I need your journal, Lij.” Dominic suddenly announced. “I can’t remember everywhere we’ve been off the top of my head.”
Elijah looked up sharply, his mind racing. “Umm… well… no,” he spluttered.
“What?”
“Memories…” Elijah tried to sound calm. “That’s what you said. Those are what are important, Dom. If you can’t remember things, then, well… they have no meaning. Isn’t that right?” Elijah’s heartbeat had picked up a little as he waited for Dominic’s reply. There was no way he could give him his fucking journal.
Dominic thought about this for a bit, before nodding and smiling. “You’re right, Lijah. Memories and thoughts, that’s what it has to be.”
Elijah smiled back, relief washed over him. Thoughts and memories. Well, his journal was full of thoughts. The memories would be good to recall… he had fucking fantastic memory, after all!
So they began, as the plane flew them from yet one destination to another… both in their own little world, thinking back over the past six months… and writing it all down.
***
Dom’s Letter
21 June 2005
Dear Elijah
This is weird writing a letter to you, while you are sitting right beside me, but it’s a way of putting a few thoughts and feelings down on paper… things, which I may not recall at the end of the year.
But you know me, Elijah…I wear my heart on my sleeve, I know that, and it’s a burden you have taken on so admirably, and I fucking love you for it.
I love you for standing by me when I have become hard to live with, I know me, Elijah, and sometimes I don’t know how you do it. But I’m glad you do.
I know this letter is going to be rambling, and over-sensitive…I’ve already made a good start, haven’t I? But I’m not going to begin again. That’s the whole idea of this… thoughts… innermost thoughts… although you know me better than I do, I’m sure of that, because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be with me after all these years.
Six months ago I suggested a holiday, a year I said, traveling the world, and you agreed. I can’t believe we are half way there already, but these past six months have been so important to me, Elijah. Perhaps more important than you will ever know, but I will come to that later.
We have seen a lot on our travels, but none of it means anything if I hadn’t shared any of them with you.
Remember Christmas? I’ll always remember Christmas, and New Year… in the Arctic. What memories they are Elijah… I’ll never forget them. I hadn’t expected to suffer as I did with the bloody cold, but we got through it. You got me through it…
I’ll never forget leaving the cabin late one night, after making sure you were asleep, getting dressed up in - how many layers was it? And trudging through the snow to meet one of the Laps, who had made your bracelet. I’m an insane bastard at times, Elijah, I will own up to that… but the look on your face when I gave you the bracelet made the struggle in sub-zero temperatures totally worth it.
I’m trying to think back now over the places that we visited, and my heart sinks a little because I feel that getting sick has spoiled a lot of this holiday, especially for you. But you never faltered once in your enthusiasm to carry on, and it was that enthusiasm that helped me get through it all.
In fact as I think back now over our time, I am beginning to feel guilty.
I love you, Elijah… totally and irrevocably. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I used to live in total fear of not having you with me. It was irrational, I know… but I could never tell you… I didn’t want to drive you away… I always thought that if you knew these innermost fears of mine, you would either leave instantly, or just stay with me out of pity.
I can’t believe that I ever used to think that now, but it dominated my thoughts for a very long time… for years, even, always bubbling near the surface. How you ever put up with me, and my over-dependence on you, I’ll never know, but you do…and that means everything to me, Lighe. We may be on a world trip, but you are my world, and I know I have told you that over and over again. You must be sick of hearing it.
Facing up to my fear wasn’t easy, it was bloody hard, and really I don’t know if we would be here now, on this plane, continuing our journey if it wasn’t for Danae. She helped me, Lighe. I don’t know if you know that. She helped me to think rationally… not something I am always capable of doing, and you know that. It’s because I love you so much, that I can be blind to what is going on, what pain I could be causing, and I have caused you pain…I think I do that a lot, and I am sorry.
I am selfish… I raise my hand to that. And you are not. You are the most unselfish person that I have ever known. You never put yourself first, and always think of others before you. How you let me get away with half the stuff I say, and do, I’ll never know.
One of the biggest regrets of my life, not just on this holiday, but ever, is when I left you on that ship. Left you alone…you had been attacked and I fucked off, pissed and angry… and I was angry, Elijah… bloody angry. But now I feel ashamed when I think back to that time. I didn’t want to listen to you, because it should have been about me… always about me… and that’s why I fucking hate myself at times…Jesus, why do I do that to you? I don’t listen to you, yet I love you so much. I’m always hurting you, I get pissed and angry so fucking quickly, but most of the reasons for that is all here inside my head. I can’t help it. At times I seriously think I’m totally fucked up.
But you stay with me, you stay with me Elijah, and I can’t ever thank God enough for that. I often lie in bed at night just looking at you, not believing how lucky I am.
But these past few weeks have been better; I’ve been seeing things more clearly. I’ll never forget those words that you shouted at me. ‘You are not my keeper!’ And at the time I fucking hated you for saying that. But you are right; Danae helped me to see it, too. You are your own man, Lighe. Even in New Zealand you knew what you wanted, and who you wanted, even though it took you a little time to act on your instincts (and thank fuck you did!).
I really am the weak one, Elijah. I’m the one to mouth off, and shout out abuse, quite often at you, but you always keep a dignified silence. I never really know what you are thinking deep down. But I know that you love me, and that’s enough. Christ, I mean… you picked me, Elijah… how fucking great is that?
This letter is supposed to be about our time together over the past six months, and it is. I feel I have grown in a way… closer to you… definitely closer to you, but no longer smothering you… although don’t get me wrong, if any crazy fuck comes anywhere near you, I’ll kill them! (Some things don’t change, do they!!!) And I hope you are laughing at this statement.
We have been privileged to see many wonderful things on our trip, so far. And as I said at the beginning of this letter, these have probably become the most important six months of my life, mainly because I have got to spend every second of every day with you. We have never spent so much time together, and I am fucking loving it. There’s the selfish side of me coming forward again.
I love having you all to myself Elijah, I won’t lie about it. Waking up with you beside me, every morning, is like starting over. Every day is brand new… stretching out in front of us with untold possibilities. Whole days, of just me and you, and no one else. Doing what we like, when we like…with loving you whenever I want to. And I could do that forever. Because loving you, is what makes me… me.
It’ll be interesting to watch you read this letter… I think you know it all anyway. I am an open book to you, Elijah… you are certainly not blind to the love I feel for you.
Returning home, will be difficult, because… well… our time together will become limited again… but we can always look back over this time away, and relive it all. I know I will, especially when we are apart…. Apart!!! I may have grown more positive, Elijah, but sleeping alone will never work for me!
I’ve just glanced over at you, and you are writing away. I wonder what you have written. Have you opened up? Written what a fucking arse I am, difficult to live with, but you love me anyway?
Whatever you have written I shall look forward to reading it, six months from now. Wow! Our letters will be six months old. I wonder what will have happened between now and when we read them? But that is the exciting thing… the future.
Before we came away, before Danae, I was shit scared of the future, because I kept seeing it without you. (See, fucked up thinking.) But now, and this is the most fantastic thing that has happened to me on this trip, I don’t see it like that anymore. Those thoughts rarely enter my mind now. In fact, I smile when I think of the future, because there are years and years ahead of us, and that’s a fucking miracle to me.
God, that is a fantastic thought… and I am suddenly on the verge of crying. It’s took six months for me realise that I’m the fucking luckiest guy in the world, to have you for myself, and that you want to be with me, I mean really want, to be with me. How can I ever think negatively again?
You fucking make me happy, Elijah, and this letter has become more of a declaration of my love for you and hopes for our future, rather than memories. These past six months, have in a way been the best of my life, well… second to actually meeting you, and falling in love with you… but they have.
I love you, Elijah, and that’s how I am going to end this letter.
Yours forever,
Dom
XXX
***
Elijah’s Letter
21 June 2005
Dear Dom
It’s interesting that you have suggested that we write a letter to each other to mark the six-month anniversary of our trip.
Unbeknown to you, I have been keeping a personal account for six months. The journal you gave me is not just a travel-log. I think that I may have just totally surprised you by that revelation, but I will have more to say about my journal at the end of this letter.
Way back at the beginning, I wasn’t too keen on the idea of traveling for a year, but it’s turned out to be a wonderful experience. We have seen so much together… I reckon I could write a book when we get home. ‘Dom and Lij’s World Trip!’ That would be an interesting exercise; maybe I’ll do it, who knows?
You said that we should use these letters to write our thoughts and memories, and what impact they may have had on us, well I can start by saying that I have had a lot of fun, with you, Dom. We don’t often get the chance to spend much time together back home, what with one thing or another, so this time together has been interesting, in terms of being with each other for 24/7.
When I planned the holiday, I had to think ahead, something I am very good at, and have always been good at, and I seem to have made quite a good job of things so far, with only a couple of little upsets on the way, but nothing major.
It hasn’t all gone to plan - you getting sick in Sweden scared the living shit out of me. I can remember that evening as vividly as if it were last night. I know you have very little recollection, but that was a close call! I never want to experience anything like that ever again! No more scaring me to death like that, ok Dommie?
I jokingly said that I was going make a list of all the times you have fucked me… well that would be a long list. A very nice, but incredibly long list. But I can say a few places, can’t I? I mean, no one but yourself is going to read this letter.
New Year’s Eve… the glass igloo…remember that? Fucking out-of-this-world! The Hay Barn on my birthday… fucking awesome. The Orient Express…no words can describe it. In that fucking tent in Morocco!…we were so fucking desperate. And by The Lake of Stars, last night…that was beautiful
I’m not sure just how much we are putting into these letters? The whole heart and soul? Just a few random thoughts? You seem to be writing like mad. I really am no good at this sort of thing.
Ok, let me think… best country? Has to be Denmark, Copenhagen… I just love that place, and you know the reason for that. Remember that hotel we stayed in? Mr Olsen? Jesus, that seems so long ago now.
Favourite mode of transport? Danae’s boat. Danae… I wonder how she is? She was a wonderful person.
Favourite memory. Christmas Day… New Year’s Eve…Legoland…My birthday… ice skating in Budapest… The Orient Express…meeting Danae…the Pyramids…the fucking Lawrence of Arabia garb!… Learning to cook in Malawi. I fucking amazed myself with that task!
Well, Dom… the memories are plenty; those few are just the tip of the iceberg. And those are the ones I want to hold on to, because there are some bad memories, too. Memories I am not going to recall here. Because when we read these letters at Christmas, the bad things will all have taken place so long ago. Never dwell on the past… that has always been something I have lived by, and will continue to live by.
God, I hope this letter is what you are after. It all seems a bit formal to me…
Ok…what has the last six months meant to me? Well, a lot really. I’ve got to know you better, Dom. A lot better… some of the things I have learnt have come as a surprise, I’ll admit, but that’s what makes you… you. I wouldn’t have you any other way.
I love seeing you happy, because you are quite a serious person, not in public, but in private. You have had some issues to deal with that I never knew about, and I hope that I have helped.
I really am not very good with all this mushy shit… although, believe it or not, I have tried to open up in my journal. Honestly… you don’t believe me, do you?
Well……………
OK…here’s the deal……
I want you to read my journal Dom, because this letter is fucking crap. I’ve just read over it, and it’s full of nothing.
My journal will tell you everything, especially how much I love you! Somehow I just can’t seem to write it all down in this particular letter.
And inside my journal will be another letter. I’m not going to write it now, but I will, at some point very soon. Just a short one, because New Zealand would have happened and I want to write in this other letter why I wanted to give you the gift that will be waiting for you at the end of September.
And when you do read my journal, I don’t want you to read it in my presence, because that would embarrass the shit out of me. I don’t even want you to mention it after you have read it.
All my thoughts are in there, all of them… the good and the bad, and they will be yours too. I never tell you enough just how much I love you, Dom. My journal says it all!
So I’ll end this letter here.
Don’t be mad that it’s the crappiest letter ever.
Love you
Elijah xxxxxx
***
“Finished?” Dominic watched Elijah slip the sheets of paper into one of the envelopes.
“Yes…” Elijah licked the flap and sealed the envelope closed. He handed it to Dominic who placed both letters inside his travel bag.
“Great, that’s that then. We’ll forget about them until the end of the year!”
Elijah nodded, still feeling a little unsure about what he had written. But it was too late now. It was done.
“Want a drink, Lij?” Dominic rang the bell.
“That’ll be nice.”
The stewardess was with them instantly.
“Umm… champagne, Lij?” Dominic looked at Elijah. “To celebrate?”
“Ok…” Elijah nodded.
Dominic placed the order, and then settled back in his seat. He took hold of Elijah’s hand and held it tightly.
Elijah smiled.
“God, I love you, Elijah.” Dominic whispered as he turned to look at Elijah again. “I love you so fucking much. I don’t think I have ever been this happy.”
Elijah’s smile turned into a broad grin. “Me too,” he said. “Me, too!”
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