The Reason 4/?
Title: The Reason
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: 15
Summary: Elijah needs a rather forceful shove in the right direction...
“And he hasn’t spoken to me since…” A miserable-Monday-morning Dom told Billy from his books, in which he had buried his face. “I come into the room, he goes out. I don’t get it.” Billy sat back, put his Docs up on the desk and sighed.
“I can see his point. He’s scared shitless, or so Orli tells me. This might not be a totally new concept for you, but it is for him. Just let him straighten stuff out. Just think of him like an answer machine; he’ll take it on board and get back to you.” This wasn’t the most eloquent metaphor Dom had ever heard, but he got the point.
“I just…” He struggled to get it across. “Now that I know there is something there, I mean, he wouldn’t have let me kiss him at all otherwise would he, I want to give it a go…” Billy stretched forward and squeezed his shoulder.
“Patience, Dom. He’ll come round. Hell, if you’d kissed me like that, I’d probably be molesting you right now.” He laughed, and Dom removed Billy’s hand decisively, and winked.
“Thanks. I think…”
“Honestly, my dear, I think you’re being a royal prat.”
“Thanks.” Elijah muttered sarcastically, scrawling in the margin of his business studies homework. He looked up at Orli, who had just planted himself on the table beside him.
“Get your butt of my textbook.” And he pulled it out from under Orli.
“I’m going to assume that means ‘please enlighten me with heartfelt and sensitive advise’ in a language I don’t know-”
“It wasn’t.” Elijah interrupted, suddenly enthralled by a large and dense block of text.
“Fine. But I’m going to give you some anyway. Dom is quite blatantly head-over-heels for you, God love him, he can’t hide it to save his life. And you appear to be not entirely indifferent to him. So why are you sulking over here while Dom is sitting over there just begging to be taken?”
Elijah glanced up automatically and sure enough Dom was in the far corner, currently knocking Billy’s boots off the table. The want to walk over there and kiss him pushed a hard sigh from him.
“It’s not that easy, it’s-”
“Why the fuck not?” Orli didn’t often swear so it had a lot of effect when he did. “Look, Elijah, no one worth listening to is going to reprimand you, I swear. How would life be if we didn’t have a right to do what we wanted? At least talk to him, the poor boy’s getting more dejected and depressed with every passing hour.” A bell rang and Orli hopped down and disappear, leaving Elijah alone to stew with his thoughts.
Dom was sitting on his bunk and doodling a shooting star on his hand when the door opened. Elijah was leaning against the frame, looking sheepish.
“Look, I’m really sorry I hit you and I’m sorry I ran off, and I’m sorry I haven’t been talking to you, and I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you, and I’m sorry I haven’t explained.” He stopped to breathe. Dom counted on his fingers.
“Five. That’ll do.” He smiled, before pointedly rubbing his head.
“And I’m sorry I made you hit your head.” Elijah squeezed the bridge of his nose wearily.
“Six. That tips it. Now, tell me, can I fuck you or just friend you?” Elijah was taken slightly aback by the bluntness. He opened and closed his mouth stupidly for a moment.
I...uh…I, I dunno…what?”
“Well that clears that right up.” Remarked Dom, lying back and stretching, linking his hands behind his head. His T-shirt pulled up a little and exposed a few inches of pale stomach, firm beneath the material.
So many versions of Elijah were at war; one told him to be a good American boy, and find a nice girl he could take back to the States to meet his mom. Another sounded much more like Orlando, and told the other to shut the fuck up and go with it. Who could decide what he wanted if not him? His sensible side whined about complications, his cowardice insisting he would be mocked and hated for it. The last was his highly unhelpful libido, which simply sat in the corner and jacked off, thinking of Dom.
Elijah couldn’t take it anymore. His reasoning snapped and he went with it. About forty percent of him cheered.
He was suddenly straddling Dom, pushing his shirt up and rubbing at the skin underneath. Dom moaned and slid his hands into the back pockets of Elijah’s jeans, cupping his arse and pulling him closer.
Elijah could feel Dom hard beneath the denim, and almost choked on his sudden rush of lust and heat. They rocked slowly in the dark for many minutes, panting and gasping as their swollen crotches rubbed together.
Almost together they came and Elijah fell into Dom, burying his face in his neck. It felt so good, just Dom sliding his hands on his back and twisting his foot around Elijah’s ankle.
Elijah almost whined as Dom rolled from under him and stood up. He stared fondly at Elijah, walking backwards in the direction of the bathroom, until he bumped into the table and laughed.
He emerged several minutes later, in only a clean pair of boxers. Elijah let his eye rove shamelessly over him. Dom grinned.
“You quite finished?”
“Yeah.” Elijah blushed a little.
“Good.” And Dom climbed under the duvet with him, scraping Elijah’s T-shirt off and pressing his palms to his pecs. Elijah shuddered slightly. Dom wrapped one strong arm around his back and rolled him over, sliding down and opening his jeans. As Dom took Elijah’s already hard cock out of his boxers, he realized he didn’t want what Dom was going to do.
“No, Dom, stop.” Dom looked up, alarmed.
“Why?” Elijah caught on to what it sounded like.
“Oh no, I just meant, not that. Not yet.” Dom’s worried expression dissipated.
“Ohh. Ok, well that’s alright.” He moved back up and wrapped himself around Elijah, settling one hand on his arse, the other stroking his hair. “’Nother time.”
“Do you mind?” Dom seemed ready to go pretty far, and he hated risked their fresh relationship by being frigid and making Dom wait. Patience was not his strong suite.
“Course not. You chose, you can set the pace, I’m good to wait.” He said, with not hint of resentment. He smiled and took Elijah’s chin, lifting his face to be kissed again.
“I love you. I’ll wait.
Billy decided, on retrospect, leaning against his not exactly sound-proof bedroom wall when those two were just three inches of plaster away, was not clever.
“Stupid love-struck fucks…” He laughed, shaking his head and turning his headphones up higher, while Orlando sniggered in the bunk above.
Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: 15
Summary: Elijah needs a rather forceful shove in the right direction...
“And he hasn’t spoken to me since…” A miserable-Monday-morning Dom told Billy from his books, in which he had buried his face. “I come into the room, he goes out. I don’t get it.” Billy sat back, put his Docs up on the desk and sighed.
“I can see his point. He’s scared shitless, or so Orli tells me. This might not be a totally new concept for you, but it is for him. Just let him straighten stuff out. Just think of him like an answer machine; he’ll take it on board and get back to you.” This wasn’t the most eloquent metaphor Dom had ever heard, but he got the point.
“I just…” He struggled to get it across. “Now that I know there is something there, I mean, he wouldn’t have let me kiss him at all otherwise would he, I want to give it a go…” Billy stretched forward and squeezed his shoulder.
“Patience, Dom. He’ll come round. Hell, if you’d kissed me like that, I’d probably be molesting you right now.” He laughed, and Dom removed Billy’s hand decisively, and winked.
“Thanks. I think…”
“Honestly, my dear, I think you’re being a royal prat.”
“Thanks.” Elijah muttered sarcastically, scrawling in the margin of his business studies homework. He looked up at Orli, who had just planted himself on the table beside him.
“Get your butt of my textbook.” And he pulled it out from under Orli.
“I’m going to assume that means ‘please enlighten me with heartfelt and sensitive advise’ in a language I don’t know-”
“It wasn’t.” Elijah interrupted, suddenly enthralled by a large and dense block of text.
“Fine. But I’m going to give you some anyway. Dom is quite blatantly head-over-heels for you, God love him, he can’t hide it to save his life. And you appear to be not entirely indifferent to him. So why are you sulking over here while Dom is sitting over there just begging to be taken?”
Elijah glanced up automatically and sure enough Dom was in the far corner, currently knocking Billy’s boots off the table. The want to walk over there and kiss him pushed a hard sigh from him.
“It’s not that easy, it’s-”
“Why the fuck not?” Orli didn’t often swear so it had a lot of effect when he did. “Look, Elijah, no one worth listening to is going to reprimand you, I swear. How would life be if we didn’t have a right to do what we wanted? At least talk to him, the poor boy’s getting more dejected and depressed with every passing hour.” A bell rang and Orli hopped down and disappear, leaving Elijah alone to stew with his thoughts.
Dom was sitting on his bunk and doodling a shooting star on his hand when the door opened. Elijah was leaning against the frame, looking sheepish.
“Look, I’m really sorry I hit you and I’m sorry I ran off, and I’m sorry I haven’t been talking to you, and I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you, and I’m sorry I haven’t explained.” He stopped to breathe. Dom counted on his fingers.
“Five. That’ll do.” He smiled, before pointedly rubbing his head.
“And I’m sorry I made you hit your head.” Elijah squeezed the bridge of his nose wearily.
“Six. That tips it. Now, tell me, can I fuck you or just friend you?” Elijah was taken slightly aback by the bluntness. He opened and closed his mouth stupidly for a moment.
I...uh…I, I dunno…what?”
“Well that clears that right up.” Remarked Dom, lying back and stretching, linking his hands behind his head. His T-shirt pulled up a little and exposed a few inches of pale stomach, firm beneath the material.
So many versions of Elijah were at war; one told him to be a good American boy, and find a nice girl he could take back to the States to meet his mom. Another sounded much more like Orlando, and told the other to shut the fuck up and go with it. Who could decide what he wanted if not him? His sensible side whined about complications, his cowardice insisting he would be mocked and hated for it. The last was his highly unhelpful libido, which simply sat in the corner and jacked off, thinking of Dom.
Elijah couldn’t take it anymore. His reasoning snapped and he went with it. About forty percent of him cheered.
He was suddenly straddling Dom, pushing his shirt up and rubbing at the skin underneath. Dom moaned and slid his hands into the back pockets of Elijah’s jeans, cupping his arse and pulling him closer.
Elijah could feel Dom hard beneath the denim, and almost choked on his sudden rush of lust and heat. They rocked slowly in the dark for many minutes, panting and gasping as their swollen crotches rubbed together.
Almost together they came and Elijah fell into Dom, burying his face in his neck. It felt so good, just Dom sliding his hands on his back and twisting his foot around Elijah’s ankle.
Elijah almost whined as Dom rolled from under him and stood up. He stared fondly at Elijah, walking backwards in the direction of the bathroom, until he bumped into the table and laughed.
He emerged several minutes later, in only a clean pair of boxers. Elijah let his eye rove shamelessly over him. Dom grinned.
“You quite finished?”
“Yeah.” Elijah blushed a little.
“Good.” And Dom climbed under the duvet with him, scraping Elijah’s T-shirt off and pressing his palms to his pecs. Elijah shuddered slightly. Dom wrapped one strong arm around his back and rolled him over, sliding down and opening his jeans. As Dom took Elijah’s already hard cock out of his boxers, he realized he didn’t want what Dom was going to do.
“No, Dom, stop.” Dom looked up, alarmed.
“Why?” Elijah caught on to what it sounded like.
“Oh no, I just meant, not that. Not yet.” Dom’s worried expression dissipated.
“Ohh. Ok, well that’s alright.” He moved back up and wrapped himself around Elijah, settling one hand on his arse, the other stroking his hair. “’Nother time.”
“Do you mind?” Dom seemed ready to go pretty far, and he hated risked their fresh relationship by being frigid and making Dom wait. Patience was not his strong suite.
“Course not. You chose, you can set the pace, I’m good to wait.” He said, with not hint of resentment. He smiled and took Elijah’s chin, lifting his face to be kissed again.
“I love you. I’ll wait.
Billy decided, on retrospect, leaning against his not exactly sound-proof bedroom wall when those two were just three inches of plaster away, was not clever.
“Stupid love-struck fucks…” He laughed, shaking his head and turning his headphones up higher, while Orlando sniggered in the bunk above.
Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3