The Reason 3/?
Title: The Reason 3/?
Author: Phentalon Took
Rating: G
Pairing: Domlijah
Summery: Long chappie. Not a 'highschool' fic I swear. It gets darker, dirtier and more dangerous as it goes on.
Comment: I know videos are usually trailers of fics, but this is the other way round, this is based on a vid made by my lovely Shirerock, found here do go see!
Dom threw some cold water on his face, shuddering as it trickled down his neck and in his collar. This was weird. Not the guy thing, he was comfortable with that, with his bisexuality. No big deal. But he’s never fallen for a guy so hard and fast before. Scrap that, he’s never fallen for anyone this hard, male or otherwise. It was freaking him out.
“Dom? I told Viggo you felt sick this morning, so he didn’t ask too much.” Elijah was standing hesitantly in the doorway, looking concerned. “You alright?”
“Yeah.” Dom kept his eyes down, watching droplets trickle down the bowl.
“No you’re not, something’s wrong.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes.” He said decisively, not put off by the snap in Dom’s tone.
“Surely that’s my decision.” Dom replied sarcastically, staring obstinately at the soap dispenser when Elijah was suddenly stood beside him.
“You can tell me.” Said Elijah gently, putting a hand on Dom’s arm. Dom stubbornly ignored the way his fingers through his shirt made a slight sick feeling in his stomach, like when he used to lie on the roundabout on his back when he was a child, and watch the clouds spill round in dizzy circles.
Elijah had a strange urge just then; to lean forward and kiss Dom on the temple. It was right at lip level and only inches away. He almost jumped away, and headed back to class without a word.
“Are we… okay?” Asked Dom, dropping his bag on the floor and kicking off his shoes. Elijah lay on his bed in silence for a moment.
“Yeah, of course we are. Why?” But his voice was tight and uncomfortable.
“You just seemed a little pissed that I wouldn’t tell you what was up…” Dom said, only a little miserably, fiddling with the stereo, with no intention whatsoever of putting a CD on.
“No, if you don’t want to, it’s no one’s business.” That sounded far more genuine, and Dom smiled. Their awkwardness was instantly gone. With any other friend Dom would have expected it to last for a day or two.
“Bill and some odd friends of his are dropping in later. TGIF, as you Yanks would say.” He winked at Lij and hauled several six-packs from the floor of the wardrobe. Elijah chuckled and half-heartedly threw a rubber at Dom’s ear.
“Dom! Billy rambles incessantly about you, how are you!?” And a very loud person kissed Dom on both cheeks. Dom was released, blinking. Who was the loud, camp weirdo in the yellow shirt?
“And the one with the soul-sucking azure eyes must be Elijah! Charmed!” Elijah was similarly accosted, looking to Dom for clarity over this oddball’s shoulder.
“Orlando, don’t make me put the leash back on.” Sighed Billy, mildly mortified. He wandered in with a casual ‘hi’ to Dom and Elijah, followed by a guy and a girl who were arguing animatedly.
“And these two love-struck fools are Miranda and Dave.” They took no notice of anyone else as they were introduced.
The evening progressed, more people arrived, and after a while the pumping music attracted just anyone, so Dom kept bumping into total strangers. Miranda and Dave made up, fought again and made up again before ten o’clock. Orlando turned out to be a lightweight of the finest degree, slurring and stumbling before it had even got going. Someone produced various spirits to back up the dwindling beer, and Billy handed Dom a shot-glass from inside his leather trench coat.
“Do you carry them around with you?” Yelled Dom over the music, highly amused. Billy shrugged.
“Quit stalling Limey, and fill up.” Dom held them glass still (with effort, he was already fairly ‘pished’) and Bill supplied him with whiskey. He threw it back and shook his head with his tongue out as it burned his mouth. Billy was already refilling. Mental note: Don’t accept a Scotsman’s whiskey-drinking challenge again.
This mental note was being thoroughly agreed with when he fell over about ten minutes later, spilling liquor on Billy’s boots. He sat against the wall, waiting for everyone’s legs to stop changing colour and size.
Orlando threw himself down beside him a while later.
“How are we?” He was even louder when pissed. “You are looking decidedly alone and forlorn, my friend! Come dance with me!” So Dom was pulled to his feet, reluctantly. Orlando moved annoyingly fluidly and well, especially since he was hammered. Dom moved very little, as it helped to stop his brains pouring out of his ears. Someone backed into him, sending him almost toppling. Until that someone caught him by the arm and held him up. It was a very out of focus Elijah. Dom grinned stupidly and touched Elijah’s face haphazardly. Dom stood alone and pushed a scrap of Elijah’s hair behind his ear. He gave a very small laugh through his nose.
“You’re what’s wrong.” At that moment Orlando jumped on Dom’s back, singing in his ear. Dom turned round and shook him off, suddenly dancing and partying hard, paying Elijah no special attention.
“You wanna not have sex against our wall?” Dom enquired, pushing the thoroughly attached Miranda and Dave out of the room. “Exhibitionists…” He muttered. Billy was flat out on the floor, apparently trying to catch the shadows on the ceilings. Orlando was trying to find the volume on the stereo, and Lij was lying on the bed looking quietly concerned. Eventually Orlando works out that ‘loud’ didn’t mean ‘off’ and the horrible song died.
“Fucking hell!” Exclaimed Dom, slamming the door. “Remind me not to do that again for a while!” He chucked himself onto Elijah’s blue beanbag in the corner.
“Oh no Monaghan, we’re not done yet.” Warned Billy, producing shot glasses once again.
“Bills, if you think I’m taking you on again, you are out of your damn mind!”
“Oh no, I think we’ve proved my superiority on that front. Ever played ‘I never’?”
“Oh God…” Dom knew of this game, it sounded ominous.
Orlando plonked himself between Billy and Dom with high interest.
“Don’t be a misery Dominic. Pour away Billy.” Bill obliged, pausing over the fourth shot.
“Joining us Lij?” Lij sat up slowly, void of enthusiasm. “Good good.” Bill picked up his glass. “I never hauled the hooch till I’ve thrown up publicly, or something equally embarrassing.”
Dom and Orli both threw back, before looking questionably at Billy.
“What can I say, it’s never happened. Believe me, I’ve tried. Your turn Orli.”
“I’ve never…had those thoughts about one of the stronger sex.”
Dom’s mouth burned again.
“I’d wear rainbow if I could pull it off as fetchingly as Orli does.”
“Why thank you.” Orlando laughed. Billy drank and shrugged.
“Eh, who hasn’t, in this day and age.” Elijah apparently; his glass stayed full. Dom swallowed hard.
“Dunno, I just… haven’t. It’s not something you come by accidentally in America. You either really are or really aren’t, this whole experimental thing wasn’t really there.” Orlando looked thoughtful.
“Well, now it is. Choose someone.” Elijah looked confused. “One of us, now.”
“What for?” Elijah was wary, and right to be.
“Just do it.”
“Um, kay. Dom.” Orlando looked satisfied.
“Right. Dom, make a pass at Elijah.” He commanded. Dom jumped.
“’Scuse me?”
“Go on.” He poked Dom in the ribs. “I thought you were suitably soused to be up for this. Think of it as a service; we are helping Elijah explore his sexual boundaries, or perhaps lack thereof.” When Dom was drunk, his thought process mostly shut down. Usually this situation would have all sorts of questions and buts. Now it was simply ‘you’ve been told to snog your hot roommate. Do it you mug!’ So he did.
He lent over Elijah, and looked down at him. He looked worried and slightly scared to have Dom towering over him, a little too willing to oblige to Orli’s order. He felt Dom’s hand on his face, gently stroking on of his short sideburns with his middle finger. The mattress depressed beside his head where Dom was leaning his other hand on it, and suddenly Dom was kissing him, right on the mouth. His very slight stubble pressed against his chin, and he bit down on Elijah’s bottom lip, threading his hand into his hair. Elijah passively let Dom open his mouth with his own and slip his tongue in. Only then he responded, sucking gently, wrapping his tongue around Dom’s. He tasted alcohol and salt on Dom’s breath when he exhaled. They forgot the others for a time, until Billy wolf whistled piercingly and Orlando started applauding.
“Elijah my friend, consider your boundaries well and truly probed.” He winked smugly. “I think it’s time to take our leave, Billium.” Sp saying, he hauled Billy up by the collar and removed him.
“Goodnight boys.” As he was closing the door, Billy couldn’t resist one last parting jibe.
“Remember to put a tie on the door.” The suddenly shut door blocked Dom’s profane response. Orlando was probably worried his roommate would sustain some sort of injury otherwise.
Elijah sat on the floor, feeling invaded and unusual, when Dom pounced on him. He knocked him sideway, lying on his torso, pawing under his shirt. Elijah struggled for a second.
“Dom! Hey, get off me! Now!” he kicked Dom away, catching him in the stomach and making him hit his head with a clang on the metal bedpost. He rubbed it, looking injured and confused.
“Dom, just lay off, okay? I have no fucking idea what’s going on. This has been too weird for words already.” He stood up and looked down at Dom, who was still in a ball on the floor.
“But you let me-”
“I know, and I’m sorry. But believe it or not, this has never happened to me before, and I really don’t need it.” Why was it hurting him so much, Elijah telling him he didn’t need him? This was stupid. But it didn’t fell stupid when Elijah walked out, leaving him alone in the dark; it was sore and disappointing.
Author: Phentalon Took
Rating: G
Pairing: Domlijah
Summery: Long chappie. Not a 'highschool' fic I swear. It gets darker, dirtier and more dangerous as it goes on.
Comment: I know videos are usually trailers of fics, but this is the other way round, this is based on a vid made by my lovely Shirerock, found here do go see!
Dom threw some cold water on his face, shuddering as it trickled down his neck and in his collar. This was weird. Not the guy thing, he was comfortable with that, with his bisexuality. No big deal. But he’s never fallen for a guy so hard and fast before. Scrap that, he’s never fallen for anyone this hard, male or otherwise. It was freaking him out.
“Dom? I told Viggo you felt sick this morning, so he didn’t ask too much.” Elijah was standing hesitantly in the doorway, looking concerned. “You alright?”
“Yeah.” Dom kept his eyes down, watching droplets trickle down the bowl.
“No you’re not, something’s wrong.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes.” He said decisively, not put off by the snap in Dom’s tone.
“Surely that’s my decision.” Dom replied sarcastically, staring obstinately at the soap dispenser when Elijah was suddenly stood beside him.
“You can tell me.” Said Elijah gently, putting a hand on Dom’s arm. Dom stubbornly ignored the way his fingers through his shirt made a slight sick feeling in his stomach, like when he used to lie on the roundabout on his back when he was a child, and watch the clouds spill round in dizzy circles.
Elijah had a strange urge just then; to lean forward and kiss Dom on the temple. It was right at lip level and only inches away. He almost jumped away, and headed back to class without a word.
“Are we… okay?” Asked Dom, dropping his bag on the floor and kicking off his shoes. Elijah lay on his bed in silence for a moment.
“Yeah, of course we are. Why?” But his voice was tight and uncomfortable.
“You just seemed a little pissed that I wouldn’t tell you what was up…” Dom said, only a little miserably, fiddling with the stereo, with no intention whatsoever of putting a CD on.
“No, if you don’t want to, it’s no one’s business.” That sounded far more genuine, and Dom smiled. Their awkwardness was instantly gone. With any other friend Dom would have expected it to last for a day or two.
“Bill and some odd friends of his are dropping in later. TGIF, as you Yanks would say.” He winked at Lij and hauled several six-packs from the floor of the wardrobe. Elijah chuckled and half-heartedly threw a rubber at Dom’s ear.
“Dom! Billy rambles incessantly about you, how are you!?” And a very loud person kissed Dom on both cheeks. Dom was released, blinking. Who was the loud, camp weirdo in the yellow shirt?
“And the one with the soul-sucking azure eyes must be Elijah! Charmed!” Elijah was similarly accosted, looking to Dom for clarity over this oddball’s shoulder.
“Orlando, don’t make me put the leash back on.” Sighed Billy, mildly mortified. He wandered in with a casual ‘hi’ to Dom and Elijah, followed by a guy and a girl who were arguing animatedly.
“And these two love-struck fools are Miranda and Dave.” They took no notice of anyone else as they were introduced.
The evening progressed, more people arrived, and after a while the pumping music attracted just anyone, so Dom kept bumping into total strangers. Miranda and Dave made up, fought again and made up again before ten o’clock. Orlando turned out to be a lightweight of the finest degree, slurring and stumbling before it had even got going. Someone produced various spirits to back up the dwindling beer, and Billy handed Dom a shot-glass from inside his leather trench coat.
“Do you carry them around with you?” Yelled Dom over the music, highly amused. Billy shrugged.
“Quit stalling Limey, and fill up.” Dom held them glass still (with effort, he was already fairly ‘pished’) and Bill supplied him with whiskey. He threw it back and shook his head with his tongue out as it burned his mouth. Billy was already refilling. Mental note: Don’t accept a Scotsman’s whiskey-drinking challenge again.
This mental note was being thoroughly agreed with when he fell over about ten minutes later, spilling liquor on Billy’s boots. He sat against the wall, waiting for everyone’s legs to stop changing colour and size.
Orlando threw himself down beside him a while later.
“How are we?” He was even louder when pissed. “You are looking decidedly alone and forlorn, my friend! Come dance with me!” So Dom was pulled to his feet, reluctantly. Orlando moved annoyingly fluidly and well, especially since he was hammered. Dom moved very little, as it helped to stop his brains pouring out of his ears. Someone backed into him, sending him almost toppling. Until that someone caught him by the arm and held him up. It was a very out of focus Elijah. Dom grinned stupidly and touched Elijah’s face haphazardly. Dom stood alone and pushed a scrap of Elijah’s hair behind his ear. He gave a very small laugh through his nose.
“You’re what’s wrong.” At that moment Orlando jumped on Dom’s back, singing in his ear. Dom turned round and shook him off, suddenly dancing and partying hard, paying Elijah no special attention.
“You wanna not have sex against our wall?” Dom enquired, pushing the thoroughly attached Miranda and Dave out of the room. “Exhibitionists…” He muttered. Billy was flat out on the floor, apparently trying to catch the shadows on the ceilings. Orlando was trying to find the volume on the stereo, and Lij was lying on the bed looking quietly concerned. Eventually Orlando works out that ‘loud’ didn’t mean ‘off’ and the horrible song died.
“Fucking hell!” Exclaimed Dom, slamming the door. “Remind me not to do that again for a while!” He chucked himself onto Elijah’s blue beanbag in the corner.
“Oh no Monaghan, we’re not done yet.” Warned Billy, producing shot glasses once again.
“Bills, if you think I’m taking you on again, you are out of your damn mind!”
“Oh no, I think we’ve proved my superiority on that front. Ever played ‘I never’?”
“Oh God…” Dom knew of this game, it sounded ominous.
Orlando plonked himself between Billy and Dom with high interest.
“Don’t be a misery Dominic. Pour away Billy.” Bill obliged, pausing over the fourth shot.
“Joining us Lij?” Lij sat up slowly, void of enthusiasm. “Good good.” Bill picked up his glass. “I never hauled the hooch till I’ve thrown up publicly, or something equally embarrassing.”
Dom and Orli both threw back, before looking questionably at Billy.
“What can I say, it’s never happened. Believe me, I’ve tried. Your turn Orli.”
“I’ve never…had those thoughts about one of the stronger sex.”
Dom’s mouth burned again.
“I’d wear rainbow if I could pull it off as fetchingly as Orli does.”
“Why thank you.” Orlando laughed. Billy drank and shrugged.
“Eh, who hasn’t, in this day and age.” Elijah apparently; his glass stayed full. Dom swallowed hard.
“Dunno, I just… haven’t. It’s not something you come by accidentally in America. You either really are or really aren’t, this whole experimental thing wasn’t really there.” Orlando looked thoughtful.
“Well, now it is. Choose someone.” Elijah looked confused. “One of us, now.”
“What for?” Elijah was wary, and right to be.
“Just do it.”
“Um, kay. Dom.” Orlando looked satisfied.
“Right. Dom, make a pass at Elijah.” He commanded. Dom jumped.
“’Scuse me?”
“Go on.” He poked Dom in the ribs. “I thought you were suitably soused to be up for this. Think of it as a service; we are helping Elijah explore his sexual boundaries, or perhaps lack thereof.” When Dom was drunk, his thought process mostly shut down. Usually this situation would have all sorts of questions and buts. Now it was simply ‘you’ve been told to snog your hot roommate. Do it you mug!’ So he did.
He lent over Elijah, and looked down at him. He looked worried and slightly scared to have Dom towering over him, a little too willing to oblige to Orli’s order. He felt Dom’s hand on his face, gently stroking on of his short sideburns with his middle finger. The mattress depressed beside his head where Dom was leaning his other hand on it, and suddenly Dom was kissing him, right on the mouth. His very slight stubble pressed against his chin, and he bit down on Elijah’s bottom lip, threading his hand into his hair. Elijah passively let Dom open his mouth with his own and slip his tongue in. Only then he responded, sucking gently, wrapping his tongue around Dom’s. He tasted alcohol and salt on Dom’s breath when he exhaled. They forgot the others for a time, until Billy wolf whistled piercingly and Orlando started applauding.
“Elijah my friend, consider your boundaries well and truly probed.” He winked smugly. “I think it’s time to take our leave, Billium.” Sp saying, he hauled Billy up by the collar and removed him.
“Goodnight boys.” As he was closing the door, Billy couldn’t resist one last parting jibe.
“Remember to put a tie on the door.” The suddenly shut door blocked Dom’s profane response. Orlando was probably worried his roommate would sustain some sort of injury otherwise.
Elijah sat on the floor, feeling invaded and unusual, when Dom pounced on him. He knocked him sideway, lying on his torso, pawing under his shirt. Elijah struggled for a second.
“Dom! Hey, get off me! Now!” he kicked Dom away, catching him in the stomach and making him hit his head with a clang on the metal bedpost. He rubbed it, looking injured and confused.
“Dom, just lay off, okay? I have no fucking idea what’s going on. This has been too weird for words already.” He stood up and looked down at Dom, who was still in a ball on the floor.
“But you let me-”
“I know, and I’m sorry. But believe it or not, this has never happened to me before, and I really don’t need it.” Why was it hurting him so much, Elijah telling him he didn’t need him? This was stupid. But it didn’t fell stupid when Elijah walked out, leaving him alone in the dark; it was sore and disappointing.