Tug
by Trianne
Pairing: Elijah Wood/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG13
Summary: Dominic is having a bath, Elijah has found something good on the television
Author's Notes: Just the boys finding time to do what we want them to do.
Disclaimer: I do not know these people. No profit is made nor offence intended.
Feedback: Always appreciated - perhobfan@yahoo.co.uk
"Dominic! It's on in five minutes!"
Dominic is in the bath, lathered and wet and happy. He wants to stay right here where he is, in the bath; the water is warm and he has the little tug boat that Elijah gave him, which is now floating in the vicinity of his knee. Why on earth would he want to get out?
From the kitchen, he can hear Elijah bustling around making popcorn and fixing drinks. The tugboat is now floating south. Elijah can be heard banging cupboard doors and humming inanely to himself. Dominic sinks underneath the water until only his eyes and nose are exposed, and the tops of his bent knees. The tugboat is bobbing around by his balls.
"Dominic! You will be all shrivelled and nasty, get out of the bath, man!"
Dominic stays put.
The bathroom door opens and Elijah is there, a tray in his hand and a grin plastered right across his face. When Elijah spots the tugboat, nestled cosily between Dominic's knees, he bursts out laughing and almost drops the popcorn.
"You are going to miss it, get out of the bath!"
"Why the hell do I want to see it, I was there at the time?," Dominic has surfaced and is pouting. Warm water, bubble bath enhanced, is cascading in rivulets down smooth, muscled skin and puddling in the navel of a perfectly flat stomach. Elijah has momentarily lost his train of thought, but recovers quickly.
"It's a classic, that's why. We've been waiting for it to air, I am not going to miss it. Get out of the bath," he says, steadying the tray and giving Dominic his patented "Elijah Means Business" stare.
"Okay, okay, just give me a minute. You're taping the ruddy thing anyway, aren't you?"
"Yes, but that's not the point," replies the bossy one, and he leaves to make sure the video is working correctly.
Dominic is left to his own devices, a lazy tug at his semi-hardness, and then he is pulling out the plug and rising from the tub. He watches for a moment as the little red tugboat is caught in the vortex of the plughole and spins round and round. Reaching down, he retrieves the bath toy and places it on the shelf for the next time.
Elijah has done the laundry, bless him, so there are very big fluffy towels in abundance, and Dominic is swathed from head to foot as he makes his way to the lounge. His lover is there already, sprawled on the couch, video remote in hand and popcorn ready in an enormous bowl.
Music starts. Dominic sighs. Elijah is bright eyed with excitement and pauses from shovelling popcorn into his mouth to give Dominic's damp, warm hand a quick squeeze.
After all this time, Dominic should be used to this; he isn't. He cannot believe sometimes that it is happening. In life, he occasionally muses, there are ups and downs, highs and lows – his ups and highs may have been predetermined by fate, who knows? But his ups and highs are Elijah. Dominic considers himself a lucky man. Not that the bouncing baby can't be a jackass sometimes, he can, but he is just so forgivable and so very fuckable. And, miracle of miracles, the feeling is mutual.
"Oh my God! Look at that butt!" Elijah has grabbed hold of Dominic's arm and is pinching, his eyes glued tight on the tv screen. "Oh, this was worth the wait!"
Dominic closes his eyes and sighs. He has heard that the image is plastered all over the internet and that doesn't bother him. Now his boyfriend is ogling his naked butt too, thankfully the shot is not gratuitous – this is the BBC, after all. The programme ends and the video is rewound.
"I was young, it was relevant. I did look good, though?" Dominic relaxes into the welcoming embrace of his lover and together they chomp popcorn and watch the shower scene again, and again and again.
Finally, after the fourth viewing, Elijah turns to Dominic, who is still bundled like some exotic porno maharaja in peach bath towels, and leers.
"You know, Dominic, I see a speck of dirt on your shin, oh yes. And a grubby little mark on your ankle" – he points out the non-existent marks carefully – "and a disgusting little stain right here" – this to Dominic's collarbone, which causes an outbreak of giggles because Dominic is incredibly ticklish in just that spot – "and I think you really need a shower, you dirty boy."
"I just had a bath!" wails Dominic. "I am not having a shower just to feed your sick little fantasies, you pervert."
"Have it your own way, never let it be said that I pressure you..."
Elijah has a martyred look on his face now, and he is flicking remnants of popcorn off his sweater.
Dominic's hand finds Elijah's hand. Expertly he has shrugged out of the voluminous towels and is now naked and warm and smelling sweet and male. Glistening flesh straddles corduroy pants and Elijah groans, squirming beneath the weight to find the sweet spot.
"Okay, no shower," he begins, but his words are taken from him as Dominic's moist mouth is on his mouth; aural communication is overrated anyway, the oral kind is infinitely more preferable.
"Oh, baby, baby," it is impossible to determine which of the lovers is speaking and it matters not a jot.
"You, my little pervert, are way overdressed for a situation like this, do you know that?" breathes Dominic into the ear of the other.
"Me? I'm the pervert? You're the one who gets his kicks from bath toys" Elijah whimpers, as Dominic mouths hungrily at the softness of his throat.
"Well, its how I ensnare little boys like you." Dominic prises open Elijah's legs for easier access and then there are the flashing lights again, just like last time….
"Less –of –the- little…"
The End