The Reason 6/?
Title: The Reason 6/?
Rating: NC17!
Summary: In which there is sex, and apart from rain and trees that's about it!
“Come on, this party’s shit.” Dom muttered in Elijah’s ear and taking his hand. In thorough agreement, Elijah followed him to the door were they were greeted by Billy and Orli. Of course, sod’s law, the moment they stepped outside the house and started along the pavement, rain began to fall.
Orli laughed and lifted his head up and spun round, while Elijah and Dom hollered and began to run.
“Oh for goodness sake, I thought I was the girl in this group?” He laughed, rubbing his hand through his damp hair. Billy cackled, ran up to him and vaulted himself up using Orli’s shoulder, head butting the sky.
“Oh you are Orli, don’t panic. Though start quoting Four Weddings and I might just have to drown you in the gutter.”
“I’m quite aware of the rain thank you Billy. It’s in my collar.” Billy laughed and ran his hand from the back to the front of Orli’s wet hair, making it stick up ridiculously.
Dom darted through the fence and stopped under the shelter of the high trees. Elijah followed.
“Where the hell are we?”
“Cherry Tree Woods. That park where you tried to knock me senseless is only on the other side.” Dom explained. “Come on.” And he walked away through the trees, his shoes squishing in the damp mushy leaves. He stopped at a huge fallen log and hopped onto it, lying back along the rough grain and staring at the treetops. Elijah stood on the ground and looked up at him.
Dom tilted his head to watch Elijah watch him, rain trickling into his ear.
“I’ll keep you my dirty little secret… don’t tell anyone or you’ll be just another regret…”
He sat up, singing under his breath, and took a box of matches, and something else Elijah couldn’t quite see form his pocket. The a match hissed, flared, and Dom’s face lit up orange. Elijah walked over, carefully avoiding the deeper mud and puddles.
Dom had a small candle, no more then three inches long and a half wide, in his hand, and he was tipping wax carefully onto to flat of a small removed branch. He pressed the stick into it and held it. He let go, and it stayed, somehow missed by the raindrops.
H reached out and Elijah took his hand, pulling himself up and swinging a leg over, mirroring Dom’s position.
Dom shuffled forward, and hovered two fingers over the candle. He lowered them, a little more, a little more…
“Stop it!” Elijah took his wrist and held it to examine Dom’s sore fingers. Then he pulled it towards him and kissed the tips of Dom’s fingers very lightly. Dom smiled.
“Is that some sort of wily euphemism on your part?”
Elijah smiled. He still had that very young, slightly shocked look on his face, around the corners of his mouth, when Dom cracked a dirty joke. Dom got the feeling Elijah had never made one in his life.
“No.” And it wasn’t till Lij opened his mouth and started licking along the top of Dom’s black fingernail, teeth clamped gently round the first knuckle that Dom’s interest peaked.
“Is that?”
Elijah ignored him, sucking further down on Dom’s finger. Dom leant forward and blew out the candle. “Fair enough.”
He leant forward, removing his finger and kissing Lij softly, before putting a hand to his chest and pushing him firmly down onto his back, getting up onto his knees on the log and swiping the candle out of the way, into the undergrowth.
Dom took the edge of Elijah’s denim jacket in one hand and unzipped his fly with the other. Elijah lets his head fall back, rain trickling into his ear and down his face. Then his breath caught and spun in his stomach as he felt Dom’s hot breath on him, glancing up to only see the top of the crop of deliciously messy blonde hair.
When Dom’s mouth touched the tip of his erection, he was sure he was going to black out. The soft, wet, slipping friction moved further over him and he thrusts his hips up, whimpering slightly. Dom applies a gently pressure to his hips with his hands, holding him down. He sucks in earnest, and Elijah gasps, fingernails digging into the bark and the moss. Then his erection bumps the back of Dom’s throat, and he gags slightly, the movement sending a shock of arousal through Elijah’s groin.
“Dom…” He half moaned, half whispered it and Dom sucked even harder, running the sweet pressure up and down his shaft. After a minute or two Elijah could take no more, and gritted his teeth, “Dom… I’m gonna, ngh, cum…” and Dom gave one last long lick of encouragement, and Elijah emptied himself into Dom’s throat.
The moment was spoiled very slightly when Dom leaned over the log to gag and spit, but when he swiveled back, red in the face from embarrassment and choking, Elijah kisses him long and softly on the lips.
Back in their room, Elijah curled with Dom in his bunk, his own forgotten and unused above. Dom lay naked on his back and stared at the mattress, looking frankly adorable in deep thought.
“Dom?”
“Mhm.” He rolled on his side to look at Lij.
“You haven’t asked me about, the Thing, in ages…”
“Well you asked me not to didn’t you. You said when you were ready I’d find out. Why?”
But instead of answering Lijah moved towards him, pushing him on his back and straddling him, his already prominent erection rubbing against Dom’s stomach. Dom put his hands over Elijah’s hips and held him to him while he ground up against him, moaning. Then Lij lent down, holding his pale body to Dom’s chest, and whispered very softly in his ear, “Fuck me.”
Dom moaned with longing as he gave the command and could barely keep himself from flipping Lij like a car in a bad chase movie and banging him into the mattress right then. But he didn’t, because he wanted it to be perfect. He reached awkwardly up and opened his bedside drawer, extricating a box of condoms and a tube.
Elijah laughed a little. “How long have you had those?”
“Not telling.”
Elijah took them from him, tearing the condom packet with his teeth (a site Dom found inexplicably sexy) and rolling its contents over Dom’s hard cock.
Once he had applied most of the contents of the tube as well, he looked to Dom as to what to do next. He guided him up on his knees.
“Go slow.” He whispered, Elijah’s eyes sparkling with trepidation. “Say if you need me to stop.” The slim, pale outline of his face nodded.
Dom took him steadily in his hands, and lowered him. The head of his cock touched the sensitive spot and Elijah shuddered. Dom thrust off the mattress slightly, and the head began to slide inside. Elijah stiffened and he stopped. Dom could hear his breathing, hard and fast, in the darkness. After a moment he relaxed.
“More.” Dom practically started panting at this simple instruction, and thrust in a little further. Elijah stiffened again but told him ‘don’t stop’. He quickened, halfway inside him. The tight, wet heat was so intense he thought he could pass out, and Elijah’s moans and whimpers sent bolts of pure electricity through his stomach and into his groin.
He wrapped a hand around Elijah’s erection and ran his fist up and down swiftly. Elijah cried out and put his palms to the mattress above, pushing himself down over Dom completely, sheathing him totally. Dom grunted, teeth gritted with the effort of not screaming, hips bucking off the mattress and thrusting frantically in and out of Elijah, gripping his hips and fucking him harder and harder. It was so unbelievable; he never wanted it to end, but at the same time unbearable. He was staring at Elijah; he had thrown back his head in pure ecstasy as Dom drove into him, crying his name, sweat shining on his creamy skin. With three final, muscle-bending pounds into Elijah, Dom came, stars exploding behind his eyelids, and Elijah came moments after, Dom’s hand still around his dick as he emptied himself on Dom’s stomach.
He fell onto the bed beside him, arms flung, prostrate, above his head as they both reclaimed their breath and cooled down. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, until Elijah shivered and Dom dragged the blanket over him. He cuddled up to Dom, and they kissed softly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
~*~
Here Elijah had to stop. Firstly, the plane had landed and secondly, if he carried on thinking he would start crying in earnest. The memories stung harshly as he stepped off the plane and into the Iowa airport.
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Rating: NC17!
Summary: In which there is sex, and apart from rain and trees that's about it!
“Come on, this party’s shit.” Dom muttered in Elijah’s ear and taking his hand. In thorough agreement, Elijah followed him to the door were they were greeted by Billy and Orli. Of course, sod’s law, the moment they stepped outside the house and started along the pavement, rain began to fall.
Orli laughed and lifted his head up and spun round, while Elijah and Dom hollered and began to run.
“Oh for goodness sake, I thought I was the girl in this group?” He laughed, rubbing his hand through his damp hair. Billy cackled, ran up to him and vaulted himself up using Orli’s shoulder, head butting the sky.
“Oh you are Orli, don’t panic. Though start quoting Four Weddings and I might just have to drown you in the gutter.”
“I’m quite aware of the rain thank you Billy. It’s in my collar.” Billy laughed and ran his hand from the back to the front of Orli’s wet hair, making it stick up ridiculously.
Dom darted through the fence and stopped under the shelter of the high trees. Elijah followed.
“Where the hell are we?”
“Cherry Tree Woods. That park where you tried to knock me senseless is only on the other side.” Dom explained. “Come on.” And he walked away through the trees, his shoes squishing in the damp mushy leaves. He stopped at a huge fallen log and hopped onto it, lying back along the rough grain and staring at the treetops. Elijah stood on the ground and looked up at him.
Dom tilted his head to watch Elijah watch him, rain trickling into his ear.
“I’ll keep you my dirty little secret… don’t tell anyone or you’ll be just another regret…”
He sat up, singing under his breath, and took a box of matches, and something else Elijah couldn’t quite see form his pocket. The a match hissed, flared, and Dom’s face lit up orange. Elijah walked over, carefully avoiding the deeper mud and puddles.
Dom had a small candle, no more then three inches long and a half wide, in his hand, and he was tipping wax carefully onto to flat of a small removed branch. He pressed the stick into it and held it. He let go, and it stayed, somehow missed by the raindrops.
H reached out and Elijah took his hand, pulling himself up and swinging a leg over, mirroring Dom’s position.
Dom shuffled forward, and hovered two fingers over the candle. He lowered them, a little more, a little more…
“Stop it!” Elijah took his wrist and held it to examine Dom’s sore fingers. Then he pulled it towards him and kissed the tips of Dom’s fingers very lightly. Dom smiled.
“Is that some sort of wily euphemism on your part?”
Elijah smiled. He still had that very young, slightly shocked look on his face, around the corners of his mouth, when Dom cracked a dirty joke. Dom got the feeling Elijah had never made one in his life.
“No.” And it wasn’t till Lij opened his mouth and started licking along the top of Dom’s black fingernail, teeth clamped gently round the first knuckle that Dom’s interest peaked.
“Is that?”
Elijah ignored him, sucking further down on Dom’s finger. Dom leant forward and blew out the candle. “Fair enough.”
He leant forward, removing his finger and kissing Lij softly, before putting a hand to his chest and pushing him firmly down onto his back, getting up onto his knees on the log and swiping the candle out of the way, into the undergrowth.
Dom took the edge of Elijah’s denim jacket in one hand and unzipped his fly with the other. Elijah lets his head fall back, rain trickling into his ear and down his face. Then his breath caught and spun in his stomach as he felt Dom’s hot breath on him, glancing up to only see the top of the crop of deliciously messy blonde hair.
When Dom’s mouth touched the tip of his erection, he was sure he was going to black out. The soft, wet, slipping friction moved further over him and he thrusts his hips up, whimpering slightly. Dom applies a gently pressure to his hips with his hands, holding him down. He sucks in earnest, and Elijah gasps, fingernails digging into the bark and the moss. Then his erection bumps the back of Dom’s throat, and he gags slightly, the movement sending a shock of arousal through Elijah’s groin.
“Dom…” He half moaned, half whispered it and Dom sucked even harder, running the sweet pressure up and down his shaft. After a minute or two Elijah could take no more, and gritted his teeth, “Dom… I’m gonna, ngh, cum…” and Dom gave one last long lick of encouragement, and Elijah emptied himself into Dom’s throat.
The moment was spoiled very slightly when Dom leaned over the log to gag and spit, but when he swiveled back, red in the face from embarrassment and choking, Elijah kisses him long and softly on the lips.
Back in their room, Elijah curled with Dom in his bunk, his own forgotten and unused above. Dom lay naked on his back and stared at the mattress, looking frankly adorable in deep thought.
“Dom?”
“Mhm.” He rolled on his side to look at Lij.
“You haven’t asked me about, the Thing, in ages…”
“Well you asked me not to didn’t you. You said when you were ready I’d find out. Why?”
But instead of answering Lijah moved towards him, pushing him on his back and straddling him, his already prominent erection rubbing against Dom’s stomach. Dom put his hands over Elijah’s hips and held him to him while he ground up against him, moaning. Then Lij lent down, holding his pale body to Dom’s chest, and whispered very softly in his ear, “Fuck me.”
Dom moaned with longing as he gave the command and could barely keep himself from flipping Lij like a car in a bad chase movie and banging him into the mattress right then. But he didn’t, because he wanted it to be perfect. He reached awkwardly up and opened his bedside drawer, extricating a box of condoms and a tube.
Elijah laughed a little. “How long have you had those?”
“Not telling.”
Elijah took them from him, tearing the condom packet with his teeth (a site Dom found inexplicably sexy) and rolling its contents over Dom’s hard cock.
Once he had applied most of the contents of the tube as well, he looked to Dom as to what to do next. He guided him up on his knees.
“Go slow.” He whispered, Elijah’s eyes sparkling with trepidation. “Say if you need me to stop.” The slim, pale outline of his face nodded.
Dom took him steadily in his hands, and lowered him. The head of his cock touched the sensitive spot and Elijah shuddered. Dom thrust off the mattress slightly, and the head began to slide inside. Elijah stiffened and he stopped. Dom could hear his breathing, hard and fast, in the darkness. After a moment he relaxed.
“More.” Dom practically started panting at this simple instruction, and thrust in a little further. Elijah stiffened again but told him ‘don’t stop’. He quickened, halfway inside him. The tight, wet heat was so intense he thought he could pass out, and Elijah’s moans and whimpers sent bolts of pure electricity through his stomach and into his groin.
He wrapped a hand around Elijah’s erection and ran his fist up and down swiftly. Elijah cried out and put his palms to the mattress above, pushing himself down over Dom completely, sheathing him totally. Dom grunted, teeth gritted with the effort of not screaming, hips bucking off the mattress and thrusting frantically in and out of Elijah, gripping his hips and fucking him harder and harder. It was so unbelievable; he never wanted it to end, but at the same time unbearable. He was staring at Elijah; he had thrown back his head in pure ecstasy as Dom drove into him, crying his name, sweat shining on his creamy skin. With three final, muscle-bending pounds into Elijah, Dom came, stars exploding behind his eyelids, and Elijah came moments after, Dom’s hand still around his dick as he emptied himself on Dom’s stomach.
He fell onto the bed beside him, arms flung, prostrate, above his head as they both reclaimed their breath and cooled down. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, until Elijah shivered and Dom dragged the blanket over him. He cuddled up to Dom, and they kissed softly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
~*~
Here Elijah had to stop. Firstly, the plane had landed and secondly, if he carried on thinking he would start crying in earnest. The memories stung harshly as he stepped off the plane and into the Iowa airport.
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