In The Bathroom
by Trianne
Pairing: Elijah Wood/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: NC17
Summary: The boys are in the bathroom. Something is not quite right.
Author's Note: Even beautiful men must worry about their sex appeal. Even someone as gorgeous as Elijah must sometimes think they don't quite have what it takes.
Disclaimer:No offence intended, no profit made.
"Let me see, come on," I say, teasingly.
"No," he replies. He hugs the towel firmly around his slender waist and I catch my breath as I notice his cock outlined in the damp fabric. He is dripping wet and foamy, and he smells of coconut and mouthwash, and something else. My own shower has left me feeling warm and clean and, up until this moment, quite sleepy.
"Let me, please," now I am entreating, fluttering my eyelashes comically and smiling prettily.
He is having none of it.
"No! I wish I'd never done it." He is blushing now, a stain of pink that starts at his chest and flowers upwards until even his ears are red.
"Okay, okay. No problem," I say, and take a step backwards towards the bathroom door. I didn't mean to upset him, it was only teasing. It was only the sight of him washing out the bath, washing away the evidence..
"Please, just go. I'll be out in a minute.."
"Okay, like I said, no problem. Only, if I can't look at it now, when can I? Are you planning on keeping it under wraps for the next few weeks? Because, Lij, you might be able to do without for that long but I can't. Okay?"
I step out, sighing. Behind me, I can hear him sigh too.
"Dom," he says very softly, "just don't laugh, okay."
My back to him, my face hidden, I grin triumphantly but am careful to only be smiling sweetly when I turn back to face him.
"As if I would. Come on, Lij, get it over with.." I say tenderly, caringly. I perch on the edge of the big tub and my eye is drawn inexorably to the object on the side, nestling among the shampoo bottles and bath oils.
He knows I am looking at it. He shuffles from one foot to the other, obviously still debating. He looks so vulnerable I ache with love for him.
An inch of towel is allowed to slip. He sighs. He is so very pretty when he sighs. Then another inch.
I am so patient, so quiet, so gently encouraging. But I am hardening behind my own towel, watching him reveal himself.
He is suddenly brave, defiant. He has found his courage. It's now or never. The towel falls to the floor and he stands exposed.
Damp and still steamy. Bubbly and beautiful. Slender and ivory and very, very kissable.
My eyes travel slowly down his belly and then lower, and see what I expected. Only its more than I expected.
He has shaved himself clean. The curling, silky, ebony mat that tickled my nose has vanished. Smooth, pink skin surrounds smooth, pink hardening skin and muscle.
"Well?" he asks, and despite his hands on his hips and his jutting jaw I know he is anxious.
"It's beautiful, Lij. Can I touch it?"
I cross over to him and just before I kneel before him I kiss him very softly on his mouth. Its ironic that he is growing that bum fluff on his upper lip and chin whilst at the same time doing away with the thick mass of curls down below that I have known and loved. But the novelty is delicious.
I have seen naked men in our magazines looking like this; shaven and smooth and gleaming with baby oil. But I have never nestled my chin into such soft skin as his, never taken a naked cock deep into my mouth before, allowing it to slide into my throat. I have ogled the pictures before, but never tasted the reality. I know he sometimes makes a face when I look at the centrefolds but I never knew until now just what he was thinking.
He is so much more desirable than they could ever be.
My hands snake around his warm hips to the cheeks of his backside and I grip, tight, because that is how he likes it.
Above me, swaying slightly, he is groaning.
"You like it, Dom?" he asks, and I wonder how he expects me to answer him when my mouth is full of his cock. It strikes me that he sounds needy, as if he actually doubts his power to arouse. The notion is so ridiculous I would laugh if my throat was not otherwise engaged. His hands grasp the top of my head and I suck harder, releasing his backside so I can take hold of his sac and roll him very gently.
"I guess you do," he says and then he says nothing else because he is coming down my throat and I am gripping his thighs to stop him falling.
As I release him, allowing him to lean against the tub to recover, I am already casting around for the lube.
"You realise, Lij," I say, as I flick open the container, "you are going to have to keep shaving that now, cos if you don't the re-growth will tickle you to death."
"Yep, I know," he giggles, "but why let it grow back when naked Lij has this effect on you?"
I ease him down onto the towels on the bathroom floor and spread his thighs.
"You are so unbelievably beautiful to me, you know that?" I say, and my voice is hoarse. He reaches up a hand and cups my face. Everything I feel for him is mirrored for me to see.
"Would you do the same for me?" he asks, sweetly.
I kiss him hard and deep and begin to prime him, enjoying the inevitable squirm.
"Not on your life, Elijah," I tell him and mean it. There is no way that razor is coming anywhere in the vicinity of my privates. His face drops a bit and I relent, particularly as I am ready to enter him and now is not the best time to encourage a sulk.
"I won't shave it off, Lij, but I might be persuaded to dye it .. Would that be alright?" I am rewarded by him clutching my neck.
"Manchester United colours," I say but by this time I am beyond caring because I am inside and that is all that matters. The towels on the tiled floor are absorbing the worst of the impact as we grind but its not an ideal trysting place. My feet are wedged against the wall and he is in an awkward position jammed against the tub, his legs high up on my hips. Luckily this won't last that long..
Afterwards, I watch him run a bath, climb rather stiffly into the tub and slosh around in the bubbles. He wants me to join him and I consider it but only for a moment. I need to get out of that bathroom for a minute. When I return I have my camera. He looks up at me, his face wet and pink. Elijah's hair is slick and the colour of jet against the white of his skin, his pupils ever so slightly dilated.
"You want pictures now?" he asks, sitting up.
"Yes, I want pictures. Lots of pictures of naked Lij, to keep me warm the next time you jet off and leave me," I say and I start snapping. I have no idea if these pictures will turn out alright or be total crap. The lighting is probably all wrong, but who cares? Its irrelevant. The important thing is the taking of them.
He stands in the tub, the foam dribbling down his back and his legs and moulding itself exquisitely to his backside. Almost casually he poses, soap in hand, eyes bright and mouth open.
"Let me take one of you, Dom," he offers, when I have taken ten, reaching for the camera. I shake my head and kneel down so I can take pictures of him towering over me.
I am hardening again and so is he. I wonder, briefly, if we will ever get out of this bathroom any time today and then he takes the camera out of my hand and drops it on the towels. And I don't care if we never do.
The End