Under the Table - Domlijah - R
Title: Under the Table
Author: ChimeraBlack
Rating: soft R
Pairing: Domlijah
Summary: Billy talks to Dom about his relationship with Elijah.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone represented in the story, and I'm not making any money off this.
A/N: Written for lotrpschallenge #15. The sex challenge. No PWP here, and nothing graphic. Sorry. Maybe next time.
Dom had him in his lap, nuzzled his neck, whispered into his ear, reflected his smile. It wasn’t as if Billy hadn’t seen the two of them like this before, but now he found that he just couldn‘t look away. He usually just tried to ignore them, go about his business. But no, this time was different. They’re always like this, but why? He found that he didn’t have an answer.
Elijah kissed Dom softly on the cheek. “I’ll be back. I’m gonna go get another drink.”
Dom returned the kiss and turned Elijah loose. “Alright, love. Get me some water, will you?”
Looking back over his shoulder, Elijah nodded and continued on his way to the bar.
Billy shook his head and looked down at the glass between his hands. “Animals constantly pawing at each other… Ought to be in a zoo.”
“C’mon, Bills. We’re not that bad, are we?”
Billy raised an eyebrow and said, “Not that bad? If I see anymore of Elijah than necessary in the back seat of my car again, I’m calling the Environmental Protection Agency. My world is being tainted.”
“It’s not like we were shagging in the back seat…”
Billy’s eyebrow goes higher.
“Ok, so there was that one time. But honestly, the traffic was really awful. We thought that you’d be so distracted that you wouldn’t care.”
“So distracted that I wouldn’t feel the two of you ramming into the back of my seat?”
“Oh, there was that too… Sorry, Bills.” Dom blushed but still managed to display his ever present, cheeky smile.
“It’s alright, Dommie. Just don’t do it again. Because the next time you do, you’re walking home.” He gave a little smirk and leaned back against the booth.
They sat listening to the music, both of them absently drumming their fingers to the beat. Dom took to staring at Elijah who was now sitting at the bar chatting with some girl who looked entirely too young to even be near the place. He frowned slightly, and it caught Billy’s attention.
“You really care about him, don’t you?”
“I suppose I do. In a way.”
“In a way? You mean you don‘t…?”
“Don’t what?”
“Do you love him?”
“Of course I love him. I love all of my mates. How could I not? Oh. You meant love him, love him.” He took a swig of the beer he had in front of him. “Haven’t really figured that one out yet. Doodle is a good guy. Good mate. Great shag. But I don’t know what‘ll happen with us.”
“You never told me how it happened, the two of you. How you got together.”
“’S a bit of a funny story, actually. It was that night we went walking and came across that fountain. So there we were, staring at it, drunk out of our skulls, and we climb into it.
“So Liv’s standing at the bottom, and we’re waiting for her to take the damn picture already, when I get this idea. ‘You know, since we’re already here, why not piss in it? I mean, it’s the natural thing to do.’
“So both of us unzip ourselves, and Liv is snapping away. At this point, we’re both incredibly sloshed and laughing so hard that we can barely stand. Which is, needless to say, how we ended up wrestling in the fountain with our trousers down around our ankles.”
“I imagine that would have been a sight to see for passersby,” Billy commented, “Two men wrestling with each other while naked from the waist down.”
“Ay, it was a sight for Liv as well. Poor girl, watching us be complete gits only because we‘ve asked her to take a photo of us. She comes wading into the fountain after us, and she’s madder than hell. Then she starts screaming, ‘You boys get out of there right now! And for the love of Christ, pull up your pants!’
“So we get out, and we start trudging down the road, water trailing behind us. Liv walks us to Elijah’s, and I decide that I don’t feel much like walking anymore, so I crash onto ‘Lij’s sofa the second he opens the door. And then he starts yelling at me because I’ve made the furniture all wet. And at this point I’ve stopped caring because all I’d really like to do right now is pass out in peace. So, he’s pulling my clothes off and mumbling under his breath. Then I look up at him, and it’s like… I can’t really describe it, but it all came together then. And I don’t understand why I didn’t see it before. But we‘re alone, we‘re drunk, and I haven’t had a good shag in months. So I pull him down on top of me. He’s panicking at first, but then I kiss him, and he just sort of goes all soft and warm in my arms.”
Dom’s eyes glaze over in a dreamy stare, and Billy can’t help but notice. “So, is that the first time you two…”
“What? Had sex? Yeah. Twice as a matter of fact. Doodle’s like one of those bunnies. You know, the pink ones that sell batteries. Yeah, those ones. That and I suppose that’s how it is, isn’t it? When it’s all so new, you don’t want to stop?
“I tried to be gentle. I knew he hadn’t had much experience, especially not with men. But I don’t really think you can prepare someone for something like that. And that’s about all I can remember. The next thing I know, it’s noon, and we’ve ended up underneath the coffee table with one of ‘Lij’s legs nearly crushing us both because his foot is somehow resting on top of the glass. And ever since then, we’ve tried it on and under all sorts of furniture. That’s why Astin and Chris won’t leave us alone in their house anymore…”
“Wait, you’re the ones who broke their dining table? Dom, that’s disgusting. And it sounds incredibly difficult as well. Breaking a dining table… How did you manage that?”
“Well, Elijah was trying to reach for the butter on the side table, and…”
“I think I’ve heard enough of that story,” Billy interjected as he got up and began to walk away.
“Bills, where are you going?”
He held up his glass and called back, “I think I need another drink.”
Elijah came back as Billy was leaving, and Dom collected him in his lap again.
“Billy knows about Astin’s table.”
“Really? Did you tell him about his reclining chair and why it doesn’t recline anymore?”
Dom puts a finger to his lips and smiles.
Author: ChimeraBlack
Rating: soft R
Pairing: Domlijah
Summary: Billy talks to Dom about his relationship with Elijah.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone represented in the story, and I'm not making any money off this.
A/N: Written for lotrpschallenge #15. The sex challenge. No PWP here, and nothing graphic. Sorry. Maybe next time.
Dom had him in his lap, nuzzled his neck, whispered into his ear, reflected his smile. It wasn’t as if Billy hadn’t seen the two of them like this before, but now he found that he just couldn‘t look away. He usually just tried to ignore them, go about his business. But no, this time was different. They’re always like this, but why? He found that he didn’t have an answer.
Elijah kissed Dom softly on the cheek. “I’ll be back. I’m gonna go get another drink.”
Dom returned the kiss and turned Elijah loose. “Alright, love. Get me some water, will you?”
Looking back over his shoulder, Elijah nodded and continued on his way to the bar.
Billy shook his head and looked down at the glass between his hands. “Animals constantly pawing at each other… Ought to be in a zoo.”
“C’mon, Bills. We’re not that bad, are we?”
Billy raised an eyebrow and said, “Not that bad? If I see anymore of Elijah than necessary in the back seat of my car again, I’m calling the Environmental Protection Agency. My world is being tainted.”
“It’s not like we were shagging in the back seat…”
Billy’s eyebrow goes higher.
“Ok, so there was that one time. But honestly, the traffic was really awful. We thought that you’d be so distracted that you wouldn’t care.”
“So distracted that I wouldn’t feel the two of you ramming into the back of my seat?”
“Oh, there was that too… Sorry, Bills.” Dom blushed but still managed to display his ever present, cheeky smile.
“It’s alright, Dommie. Just don’t do it again. Because the next time you do, you’re walking home.” He gave a little smirk and leaned back against the booth.
They sat listening to the music, both of them absently drumming their fingers to the beat. Dom took to staring at Elijah who was now sitting at the bar chatting with some girl who looked entirely too young to even be near the place. He frowned slightly, and it caught Billy’s attention.
“You really care about him, don’t you?”
“I suppose I do. In a way.”
“In a way? You mean you don‘t…?”
“Don’t what?”
“Do you love him?”
“Of course I love him. I love all of my mates. How could I not? Oh. You meant love him, love him.” He took a swig of the beer he had in front of him. “Haven’t really figured that one out yet. Doodle is a good guy. Good mate. Great shag. But I don’t know what‘ll happen with us.”
“You never told me how it happened, the two of you. How you got together.”
“’S a bit of a funny story, actually. It was that night we went walking and came across that fountain. So there we were, staring at it, drunk out of our skulls, and we climb into it.
“So Liv’s standing at the bottom, and we’re waiting for her to take the damn picture already, when I get this idea. ‘You know, since we’re already here, why not piss in it? I mean, it’s the natural thing to do.’
“So both of us unzip ourselves, and Liv is snapping away. At this point, we’re both incredibly sloshed and laughing so hard that we can barely stand. Which is, needless to say, how we ended up wrestling in the fountain with our trousers down around our ankles.”
“I imagine that would have been a sight to see for passersby,” Billy commented, “Two men wrestling with each other while naked from the waist down.”
“Ay, it was a sight for Liv as well. Poor girl, watching us be complete gits only because we‘ve asked her to take a photo of us. She comes wading into the fountain after us, and she’s madder than hell. Then she starts screaming, ‘You boys get out of there right now! And for the love of Christ, pull up your pants!’
“So we get out, and we start trudging down the road, water trailing behind us. Liv walks us to Elijah’s, and I decide that I don’t feel much like walking anymore, so I crash onto ‘Lij’s sofa the second he opens the door. And then he starts yelling at me because I’ve made the furniture all wet. And at this point I’ve stopped caring because all I’d really like to do right now is pass out in peace. So, he’s pulling my clothes off and mumbling under his breath. Then I look up at him, and it’s like… I can’t really describe it, but it all came together then. And I don’t understand why I didn’t see it before. But we‘re alone, we‘re drunk, and I haven’t had a good shag in months. So I pull him down on top of me. He’s panicking at first, but then I kiss him, and he just sort of goes all soft and warm in my arms.”
Dom’s eyes glaze over in a dreamy stare, and Billy can’t help but notice. “So, is that the first time you two…”
“What? Had sex? Yeah. Twice as a matter of fact. Doodle’s like one of those bunnies. You know, the pink ones that sell batteries. Yeah, those ones. That and I suppose that’s how it is, isn’t it? When it’s all so new, you don’t want to stop?
“I tried to be gentle. I knew he hadn’t had much experience, especially not with men. But I don’t really think you can prepare someone for something like that. And that’s about all I can remember. The next thing I know, it’s noon, and we’ve ended up underneath the coffee table with one of ‘Lij’s legs nearly crushing us both because his foot is somehow resting on top of the glass. And ever since then, we’ve tried it on and under all sorts of furniture. That’s why Astin and Chris won’t leave us alone in their house anymore…”
“Wait, you’re the ones who broke their dining table? Dom, that’s disgusting. And it sounds incredibly difficult as well. Breaking a dining table… How did you manage that?”
“Well, Elijah was trying to reach for the butter on the side table, and…”
“I think I’ve heard enough of that story,” Billy interjected as he got up and began to walk away.
“Bills, where are you going?”
He held up his glass and called back, “I think I need another drink.”
Elijah came back as Billy was leaving, and Dom collected him in his lap again.
“Billy knows about Astin’s table.”
“Really? Did you tell him about his reclining chair and why it doesn’t recline anymore?”
Dom puts a finger to his lips and smiles.