Ball Control
by Trianne
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Elijah Wood
Rating: NC17
Summary: Dominic wants to watch the World Cup – every match, every highlight, every single bit. Elijah just wants to shag. Just another Trianne piece of throwaway fluff. You don't have to have any interest in football (soccer) save for knowing its happening now and involves cute men with good legs in rather nice shorts, endeavouring to control a ball…)
Warnings: Some bad language, NC17 sex, mentions of the F word (football)
Author's Notes: for anyone that doesn't know, David Beckham plays for Manchester United and Eric Cantona used to...)
Disclaimer: Okay. I am a mere mortal. Elijah and Dominic (and David Beckham) are god-like creatures. I am as a speck of dust on their award laden mantelpiece...)
"Do we have to watch it?"
"Yes, we do."
"But for a whole month?"
"Don't exaggerate, it's not for a whole month. Its only May 31st to June 30th."
Elijah emits a little "eek" sound at this and throws his arms out, palms up in a "whaat" kind of way at Dominic's logic.
The logical Mr Monaghan, however, just ignores him and carries on tapping away at the keyboard. On the screen, Elijah can see a World Cup Planner, and Dominic is conscientiously inputting his projected scores and results so he can check his forecast at the end of the tournament.
"England versus Sweden, June 2nd. I think it will be-" Dominic stares up at the ceiling for inspiration. Good team, Sweden...
Elijah has given up and gone back to watching his film. The prospect of a whole month of soccer does not please him; the past season following Manchester United has been enough. Now it will be a whole 30 days of Beckham, Beckham, Beckham. Of course, the footballer is very cute, but 30 days!
"Don't sulk. I put up with your stuff," says Dominic, tongue out in concentration as he taps in 4-0 for the score of the England versus Sweden match; he sighs and then retypes 1-1, which is much more realistic.
"But you turn into this whole other person, you get stroppy and if England don't do well you will just be unbearable! Billy will probably be ecstatic, but you will be hell to live with, Dominic."
Elijah sidles over from the couch to the computer and kneels beside his lover. He is content for a moment simply to watch as Dominic types in scores and marvels at his enthusiasm and the seriousness with which he is taking this whole thing. Its just a game. Isn't it? Right! Like acting is just a silly passing phase. Elijah considers Dominic's beautiful hands, smooth and neat and flexible. They should be fondling warm flesh, not pounding a keyboard. They should be wrapping themselves dextrously around pulsating muscle and -
After a minute of being ignored, Elijah brushes Dominic's shin lightly, almost accidentally. No response. Now he allows his hand to softly knead the meat of the thigh. No response.
*Now* it's a challenge, *now* it's serious.
"China versus Costa Rica, June 4th..." Dominic finds it helps his mental processes to read out loud. "Mm, no idea about that one - okay, 2-1 to China, total guess. What do you think, Lij?"
Dominic glances down at the young man kneeling by his chair and straight into eyes of Wedgwood blue. Eyes that set off ivory skin and dark hair; hair that frames perfection. Sometimes, Dominic thinks he goes around with blinkers on, that he doesn't always see what's right in front of him.
"Elijah. I won't neglect you, I promise. But this is once in four years, it'll be fun!" He leans down to kiss his lover, ensuring the contact is warm and full-on and reassuring.
"Dominic," Elijah manages when the contact is broken, "I'm not asking you to not watch it. God, what do you think I am? I'm not some little girl who's going to sulk because you aren't paying me enough attention! But, well-"
"Yes?" Dominic slides out of the chair and pushes his partner over onto his back. He playfully straddles him and tickles Elijah's collarbone, just where he knows it will get the best response. The subsequent giggle is priceless, the squirming a fantastic bonus.
"Well," Elijah manages when he has calmed down, "you, well you go off it when you're into your football. You go off shagging."
Dominic looks down at Elijah's flushed and earnest face. Not want to shag Elijah? Has the world gone mad? Okay, he knows he gets totally immersed in Manchester United, that's a given. And yes, he obsesses about team selection and has a signed photo of Eric Cantona on his bedside cabinet and sometimes likes to wear his team shirt to bed. But not want to shag Elijah? No!
"I will never not want to shag you." Dominic lowers himself down as if he is doing press ups, stopping just short of actually kissing Elijah. Then back up again, arms locked. Beneath him, Elijah lies very still, waiting.
Down again, still no kissing.
Up again. Arms locked.
Down again. Elijah arches up suddenly, snakelike and plants his mouth on Dominic's. Dominic, caught by surprise, collapses on top of him and Elijah wraps his arms tightly around Dominic and inserts his tongue very slowly and deliberately inside Dominic's mouth. Reaching down, he is suitably pleased by the rigidity of Dominic's excitement; he unzips Dominic's jeans and liberates his hard-on, which twitches beautifully as he holds its base and begins to stroke, twisting just a tiny bit at the end and then starting all over again.
Dominic groans and pins Elijah down whilst ensuring there is sufficient elbow room for him to continue his ministrations to the Monaghan cock. He kisses Elijah's neck and is rewarded with a gorgeous spasm of delight, which translates into a squeeze down below.
Raising himself up onto his elbows again, he looks down at his lover and grins. Elijah now has room aplenty in which to redouble his efforts and soon Dominic is trembling. "Ball control, ball control!" Dominic tries desperately to think of something to distract himself, without success – uh, oh... Unable to hold back any longer, he releases on both their bellies and falls atop Elijah, gasping.
"Oh God, Lij..." he manages. He is held, rocked and loved while he recovers.
"Your turn now. Name your pleasure." Dominic breathes, knowing full well what Elijah wants.
Elijah cocks his head to one side as if considering all his options, then he reaches behind his head to the magazine rack beside the computer and pulls out lube with a flourish.
"My God! Do you have bottles of that *everywhere*? Wherever we shag you can always lay your hands on that stuff!" laughs Dominic, but he is panting slightly and has already assumed the position. On his back, jeans right off, legs spread. Elijah's jeans join Dominic's in a frenzy of interlocked denim across the other side of the room. He grins as he applies lube to his fingers and begins to prime Dominic.
"Brace yourself for deep impact," he grunts, and very slowly enters his lover. As he rocks his hips carefully, lovingly, Dominic cannot imagine this with anyone else in the world.
"Come on, Elijah, let me have it, don't mess around," he says between gritted teeth. Then they are past the breakers and out into clear blue water; there is nothing now but thrust and rhythm.
"What will happen if USA have to play England, Dom? What then" Elijah manages to get out between grunts. Dominic actually laughs out loud, which makes Elijah twitch deep inside Dominic's body.
"Never gonna happen, Elijah, never."
Elijah doesn't much care at that moment. Ball control, ball control... fuck.
Afterwards, lying in each other's arms, Dominic feels he must reassure Elijah one more time. There is always one more time.
"I will never not want to do this with you, not even if David Beckham is stepping up to take the penalty that will clinch the World Cup for England..." says Dominic, sucking Elijah's neck and moving down, down, to suckle on his hard belly.
Elijah writhes and groans. Even as stars burst and comets blaze a trail across the ceiling, he thinks "Dominic Monaghan, you are one fucking liar. But I love you."
The End