Phone Sex
Title: Phone Sex (scuse the unorigonal title ^^;)
Pairing: Dommie/Lij
Summary: Title: Nuff said
PS: This was for my encyclopedia of slash, Fienchen. She wanted a version of the Queer As Folk phone sex scene. And I was the only one willing to take it up. Sorry if I done bad! >.< (I think 'rent-boy' is really British; it means male prostitute ;D)
Elijah’s alarm rang far shriller then he remembered it being. He groaned and hit out for it, before realising it was the phone. He wouldn’t answer. Of course he wouldn’t. At half past two, who would?
“Come on, pick up. Please.” Dom was lying on his hotel bed, fully clothed, holding the receiver with his chin and chugging a beer. After a while the answer machine cut in.
“Hi we’re not here right now-” Started Elijah’s recorded tones, but cut off to “Dom get off me!” And he remembered jumping on Lij and wiping a streak of Nutella down his cheek. “Dom! Eww!” Then he did his mad giggle that Dom loved (though teased) so much and Dom applauded his past self as he licked the chocolate off. He grinned. The just as Elijah (hurriedly, as Dom was attempting to drag him a way by the boxers) gabbled for him to leave a message, Dom hung up, before promptly redialling.
“Who and what do you want!?” Elijah snapped, not realising this turn of phrase made no sense. Dom chuckled and all of Elijah’s irritation instantly evaporated: Of course, only Dom would ring him (twice) in the middle of the night.
“Nice to hear from you too, Monkey.”
“Sorry. It is nice to hear from you. Not so much at half two.”
“Is that the time?” Elijah could easily picture Dom’s wide-eyes, feigned innocence. Maybe complete with a lollipop in his mouth. “Well, see, I was missing you. A lot. And I have nothing to ease it, since I’m not sure where to find London’s esteemed rent-boys.” He held back a laugh.
“Nice. Well, what can I do to help from across an ocean?”
“You tell me.” Dom’s voice suddenly dropped, and took on a familiar husky edge. Elijah breathed in deep, wishing he would keep talking forever. “What do you usually do?” Elijah opened his mouth, eyes lighting up. “No, exactly. Tell me.”
“I strip you off. Slowly. Shirt.” Dom pulled it obliging over his head himself.
“I unzip you jeans. Slowly, holding you through your pants. Then you kick them off.” Again Dom did as he was told.
“And you’re never wearing underwear.” Dom smiled to himself. “I turn over…” He lost himself momentarily in the most recent memory, the cool sheet beneath his sweating skin, Dom’s rough breathing.
“I spread my legs…” Broke off once again in a slight moan.
“I fuck you.” Dom finished with relish. “Hard and deep. Don’t I.”
“Yes!” Elijah gasped, sticking his hand into his boxers and taking hold of his now raging hard on.
“I fucked into your tight heat until you scream and beg me not to stop.” Dom took himself in hand, stroking gently up and down his shaft.
“You grip my arms and bruise me when I’m all the way inside you; when I’m rubbing against your spot and screaming how much I love you.” Elijah broke in with a louder moan, pulling hard and fast on his dick, almost feeling Dom inside him right then and there.
“And I’m thinking about it right now, and I’m so hard. And I’m wanking thinking about you and you like it!”
“Tell me!” Elijah threw his head back and pleaded.
“You want m to do this to you, what I’m doing now. You want me to put my hand around your cock, your beautiful hard on, and squeeze, and rub my thumb into the tip, and rub up and down the length, and press my dick into you and grind into you, and make your head spin.” They could hear each other panting and rustling down the phone as the jerked hard beneath the material.
“I want to suck you Dom, now! I want your cock in my mouth, and taste your cum in my mouth.”
That hot, wet mouth… sucking on him, licking his precum away, wrapping the dexterous tongue around him and taking him deep into his tight throat… it drove Dom over the edge and he came hard, with a cry of ‘uh… Lijah!’
With the image of Dom, naked, sweating, stomach splattered with cum that he so wanted to lick off, Elijah crashed with him, whacking the phone hard into the mattress, lifting his hips.
“Oh God Dom!” He finished, panting and tired.
“Night Lij. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
And Dom hung up.
Pairing: Dommie/Lij
Summary: Title: Nuff said
PS: This was for my encyclopedia of slash, Fienchen. She wanted a version of the Queer As Folk phone sex scene. And I was the only one willing to take it up. Sorry if I done bad! >.< (I think 'rent-boy' is really British; it means male prostitute ;D)
Elijah’s alarm rang far shriller then he remembered it being. He groaned and hit out for it, before realising it was the phone. He wouldn’t answer. Of course he wouldn’t. At half past two, who would?
“Come on, pick up. Please.” Dom was lying on his hotel bed, fully clothed, holding the receiver with his chin and chugging a beer. After a while the answer machine cut in.
“Hi we’re not here right now-” Started Elijah’s recorded tones, but cut off to “Dom get off me!” And he remembered jumping on Lij and wiping a streak of Nutella down his cheek. “Dom! Eww!” Then he did his mad giggle that Dom loved (though teased) so much and Dom applauded his past self as he licked the chocolate off. He grinned. The just as Elijah (hurriedly, as Dom was attempting to drag him a way by the boxers) gabbled for him to leave a message, Dom hung up, before promptly redialling.
“Who and what do you want!?” Elijah snapped, not realising this turn of phrase made no sense. Dom chuckled and all of Elijah’s irritation instantly evaporated: Of course, only Dom would ring him (twice) in the middle of the night.
“Nice to hear from you too, Monkey.”
“Sorry. It is nice to hear from you. Not so much at half two.”
“Is that the time?” Elijah could easily picture Dom’s wide-eyes, feigned innocence. Maybe complete with a lollipop in his mouth. “Well, see, I was missing you. A lot. And I have nothing to ease it, since I’m not sure where to find London’s esteemed rent-boys.” He held back a laugh.
“Nice. Well, what can I do to help from across an ocean?”
“You tell me.” Dom’s voice suddenly dropped, and took on a familiar husky edge. Elijah breathed in deep, wishing he would keep talking forever. “What do you usually do?” Elijah opened his mouth, eyes lighting up. “No, exactly. Tell me.”
“I strip you off. Slowly. Shirt.” Dom pulled it obliging over his head himself.
“I unzip you jeans. Slowly, holding you through your pants. Then you kick them off.” Again Dom did as he was told.
“And you’re never wearing underwear.” Dom smiled to himself. “I turn over…” He lost himself momentarily in the most recent memory, the cool sheet beneath his sweating skin, Dom’s rough breathing.
“I spread my legs…” Broke off once again in a slight moan.
“I fuck you.” Dom finished with relish. “Hard and deep. Don’t I.”
“Yes!” Elijah gasped, sticking his hand into his boxers and taking hold of his now raging hard on.
“I fucked into your tight heat until you scream and beg me not to stop.” Dom took himself in hand, stroking gently up and down his shaft.
“You grip my arms and bruise me when I’m all the way inside you; when I’m rubbing against your spot and screaming how much I love you.” Elijah broke in with a louder moan, pulling hard and fast on his dick, almost feeling Dom inside him right then and there.
“And I’m thinking about it right now, and I’m so hard. And I’m wanking thinking about you and you like it!”
“Tell me!” Elijah threw his head back and pleaded.
“You want m to do this to you, what I’m doing now. You want me to put my hand around your cock, your beautiful hard on, and squeeze, and rub my thumb into the tip, and rub up and down the length, and press my dick into you and grind into you, and make your head spin.” They could hear each other panting and rustling down the phone as the jerked hard beneath the material.
“I want to suck you Dom, now! I want your cock in my mouth, and taste your cum in my mouth.”
That hot, wet mouth… sucking on him, licking his precum away, wrapping the dexterous tongue around him and taking him deep into his tight throat… it drove Dom over the edge and he came hard, with a cry of ‘uh… Lijah!’
With the image of Dom, naked, sweating, stomach splattered with cum that he so wanted to lick off, Elijah crashed with him, whacking the phone hard into the mattress, lifting his hips.
“Oh God Dom!” He finished, panting and tired.
“Night Lij. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
And Dom hung up.