Pairing: Elijah Wood/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: NC17
Warning: Very slightly kinky sex
Feedback: Yes, please - perhobfan@yahoo.co.uk
Disclaimer: I do not know either of these two beautiful men, therefore this is a tissue of lies.
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"Let me make it better."
"No, it's alright, honest."
"No, it's not alright. Let me help you."
"Just give me some time alone, Elijah. Please."
Elijah sighs and scoots back over to the couch. For a minute he reads his magazine, or pretends to read his magazine; in fact his eyes are cutting backwards and forwards from the innocuous print on the glossy page to the real life drama unfolding before him.
It's hard seeing the one you love in pain. Seeing their physical disintegration and anguish. Dominic hurts. Elijah hurts because he feels helpless.
When he hears the sigh that Dominic can no longer keep from escaping, Elijah can stand it no longer. Down goes the magazine onto the floor, and down goes Elijah onto Dominic.
Dominic lets it happen. He is past caring, past sharing and feels he may just have lost the will to live. So if Elijah wants to deftly unzip his jeans for him, well why not? And if he wants to bob up and down between his legs, pressing his balls in that special Elijah grip (soft and gentle at first then slightly rougher, with good usage of the thumb...), who is he to argue?
Okay, maybe he can put with it. For Elijah's sake. Let him feel as if he is helping. Saint Elijah of Cedar Rapids, Iowa…let him feel as if he is making a difference. As if his hot, rough little tongue flicking across Dominic's cockhead can possibly lift his spirits... As if Elijah's smooth hands can rub and twist and tug out all the misery and grief... As if Elijah pulling Dominic's jeans fully off his lean hips can truly be an answer to anything. As if the sight of Elijah emerging from his own clothes into full blown, creamy, satiny nakedness can possibly make a difference to this agony.
Dominic absently, lazily, runs his fingers through Elijah's hair, and allows his legs to be widened by Elijah's persistent hands; he marvels, languidly, at how Elijah can possibly do that with his hands at the same time as he is sucking quite ferociously on Dominic's shaft. Multi-tasking. The ability to perform more than one task simultaneously. Impressive.
Elijah takes a breather, looking up the length of Dominic's body to lock onto his eyes. His face is flushed girly pink. He opens his mouth a fraction and licks his fat and juicy lips, slowly, then his sharp little white teeth. Dominic wants to get out from the ruin of the couch and onto the floor but Elijah isn't having it.
"I'm going back in, Dom," he says, almost heroically, and grins. Then he does, indeed, go back in. His hands splay Dominic's buttocks and his tongue darts into the warmth. He firmly lifts Dominic's legs higher and wider until they are resting on his shoulders and he can go to it without hindrance. Dominic likes that about Elijah; not only has he mastered multi-tasking but he has such focus, dedication to the job in hand.
Satisfied he has juiced up the joyjoy sufficiently, Elijah pauses to look Dominic straight in the eye and ask the question, though no words are said or needed. Dominic merely nods and allows Elijah to finally pull him down off the couch and onto the carpet.
Sometimes this is just how it is, how it has to be. Dominic wants to be on his hands and knees and Elijah is more than happy to take him from behind. His firm hands knead the flesh of Dominic's arse and his hot mouth breathes hot air down his spine, warming him if more heat was needed or could be borne. Fingers, stretching fingers, are considered and rejected. Elijah senses that they are not necessary, that a quick and brutal entry is what is needed today.
Dominic fixes his eyes on a bowl of lilies set upon a table exactly at his eye level. As he rears up against the invasion in his rear, he decides that lilies are his favourite flower. As he feels Elijah grind into him he wants, for a second, to smash the bowl on the floor. As Elijah's cock bangs into him, again and again, he wants lilies at his wedding and on his grave. As the heat builds and the friction becomes almost unbearable, he wants the whole world to be wreathed in lilies - as he shudders and comes he never wants to see a fucking lily again in his entire fucking life.
Elijah comes a moment later, sputtering and hard and hot. Dominic thinks he may have popped a kneecap but he doesn't care. Elijah collapses on top of him and they roll over, breathing heavily. For a time they lay, quietly and at peace, Dominic's arm flung possessively across Elijah's narrow chest. When their breathing has returned to normal, Elijah whispers softly in Dominic's ear.
"Are you feeling better now?"
Dominic realizes that yes, he does indeed feel a bit better now. The grief is still there but it's starting to subside. Perspective is beginning to reassert itself into the Monaghan consciousness. In the grand scheme of things, this isn't that big a deal. If he tells himself that often enough he might start to believe it. Sigh.
"Thanks, mate," he replies, turning to look fully into Elijah's eyes, "that helped."
"Good!" As Elijah rolls away from Dominic and pulls on his pants he thinks it's a good thing the World Cup only occurs once every four years. Cause this kind of grief is almost too much to bear.
The End