If You Can't Stand the Heat VII
Title: If You Can't Stand the Heat
Part(s): 7/?
Pairings: Monaboyd
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU
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I’m frozen and I’m not quite sure what to do. He’s just there, not blinking, not moving, hardly breathing, his eyes steady on my own and his stillness more than a little unnerving; this is not like Elijah at all.
“Dom, I’m, um, going to kiss you, ok?”
Now would be the time to say something.
“No. Elijah, don’t. Please.”
And then he’s kissing me anyway; it’s nothing dramatic, just the soft press of warm, dry lips against my own, undemanding and hesitant, and then it’s over.
“Well Dom, I’d say that you could be a little more enthusiastic, but I know that I’d be pressing my luck, when I kissed you uninvited. So, you don’t like me?”
It’s said with a small smile and a shrug of slight shoulders.
“Oh! Elijah, I like you very much, just, not quite in that way, you know?”
“Come sit with me. Come on, I promise not to go all octopussy on you. I swear. Cross my heart?”
And then his little hand is taking my own and he's dragging me through sitting room and over to the sofa. Before I know it I’m sitting, with a warm lap-full of Elijah, and he’s looking at me earnestly and a little wistfully.
“So, what don’t you like about me? Is it my eyes, because, I can’t really do anything about them. I mean, I know that they’re kind of freaky. People are telling me that all the time.”
“No, no. It’s nothing like that. In fact, you’re kind of gorgeous in a waif-ish sort of way. It’s just, I’m already head over heels for someone. I mean, hopelessly and without a doubt, besotted. Well, there’s that and there’s also the fact that we work so closely together. Even if I hadn’t a care in the world for this other person, I doubt that it would be a good idea for us to get involved.”
And as quickly as his pensive mood descended, it’s gone and replaced with the Elijah that I’ve come to know and love. Love, but not like that. The little bastard is giggling. What the fuck?
“Involved? Dom! Come on, man. I don’t want a heavy relationship. I just want to, you know, get into your pants. And, I thought that maybe you were attracted to me too and that we could have some fun. I didn’t know that you were already in love with someone. I’m sorry for pushing.”
“Whoa there. I wouldn’t say that I’m in love. Well, perhaps I could be, given the opportunity. It’s just, the opportunity hasn’t presented itself.”
“Oh yeah? Hasn’t presented itself or you just haven’t taken it?”
How can he be such a clueless git one minute and then turn into a philosopher the next? It boggles the mind. He’s still sitting on my lap, by the by, and strangely enough it’s sort of warm and comforting, like your favorite blanket on a cold winter’s day.
“Look, I don’t expect you to understand this but I can’t tell him. I don’t even know if he’s interested.”
“Well, you won’t know unless you ask. Dom, you have to tell him. Is he gay? Bi? Do you even know?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve seen him flirt with girls but I honestly don’t know what he does when we’re not at work.”
“It’s someone we work with?! Hey. You said you wouldn’t mess around me because we work together.”
“We work with him, but not really. I’ve said too much already.”
“Oh ho. You can’t stop now. So, we work with him, but not really. That leaves out the kitchen staff. Oh my God, is it that cute produce guy, Karl? Because, he is so hot.”
“Funny you should mention Karl. Um, no, it’s not him. Actually, he’s taken. I tripped across him and our grump of a butcher having a bit of a romp.”
“Sean? Oh man, would I ever pay good money to see that. What were they doing? Come on! Spill!”
“I’m not sure exactly what they were doing but the words, “blow me” and “radiccio” were used. I don’t really want to know.”
“Well, I do. No more juicy gossip for me? All right. Let’s see. So, it’s not Karl. It couldn’t be Viggo, could it?”
The look of horror on my face stops that line of thought.
“Ok, so not Viggo, either. Who else, who else, oh! I know. Orlando!”
“No! Why ever would you think that I’d want Orlando? He is lovely but he’s not really my type. Besides, I think that he’s straight. Maybe not. Maybe he’s bi. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. No, not Orlando. You know what? I’m not playing twenty questions with you anymore. Stop it.”
“No! Ian? He’s, like, old enough to be……”
His eyes have gone all wide and scary again. Oh God.
“It’s Billy!”
And I knew that was coming.
“Oh my God, Dom! You’re in love with Billy! But, that’s just perfect! The two of you would be so great together!”
In his enthusiasm, he’s wrapped himself around me and he’s laughing close to my ear. I’m not stopping him because, well, it does feel ever so nice. Natural. And now his head has dipped to my shoulder and I can feel his smile against my neck.
“There you go with that love thing again. I can’t love him. I’ve never done more than work with him and have a quick drink. Elijah, you can’t tell a soul about this. Really.”
He’s quite the snuggle bunny, isn’t he? I could get used to this. If I turn my head, just so, I can feel his soft, mussed hair against my cheek and nose. He smells wonderful too; he’s all soap and boy and leather. It’s not sexual, you understand. It’s just. Nice. Yeah, that’s it. It’s nice to have someone to be close to. I miss my family and I haven’t really been seeing anyone. I’ve been alone a long time. It’s easy to let myself forget how much I like human contact. It’s easy to forget how much I miss it until I get a little taste.
“Dom.”
His whispery, little voice tickles the short hair at my nape and a shiver cascades down my spine.
“What Elijah?”
It’s comforting to thread my fingers through his hair.
“You’re going to tell him soon. You have to. You’re not happy without him,”
“I know, Lij. I just. I don’t know. I just need to work up to it. If he’d only give me some sort of sign.”
The room is dark and still and we’ve fallen silent. He may be sleeping. I don’t know. Still, I’m content to sit, his weight on my lap and full against my chest, anchoring me and holding me to the planet.
This little revelation has been good for me.
He’s right, you know. I have to tell Bill.
Part(s): 7/?
Pairings: Monaboyd
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU
Disclaimers: I don't know them and I'm not affiliated with them.
Feedback: I love feedback of all kinds.
I’m frozen and I’m not quite sure what to do. He’s just there, not blinking, not moving, hardly breathing, his eyes steady on my own and his stillness more than a little unnerving; this is not like Elijah at all.
“Dom, I’m, um, going to kiss you, ok?”
Now would be the time to say something.
“No. Elijah, don’t. Please.”
And then he’s kissing me anyway; it’s nothing dramatic, just the soft press of warm, dry lips against my own, undemanding and hesitant, and then it’s over.
“Well Dom, I’d say that you could be a little more enthusiastic, but I know that I’d be pressing my luck, when I kissed you uninvited. So, you don’t like me?”
It’s said with a small smile and a shrug of slight shoulders.
“Oh! Elijah, I like you very much, just, not quite in that way, you know?”
“Come sit with me. Come on, I promise not to go all octopussy on you. I swear. Cross my heart?”
And then his little hand is taking my own and he's dragging me through sitting room and over to the sofa. Before I know it I’m sitting, with a warm lap-full of Elijah, and he’s looking at me earnestly and a little wistfully.
“So, what don’t you like about me? Is it my eyes, because, I can’t really do anything about them. I mean, I know that they’re kind of freaky. People are telling me that all the time.”
“No, no. It’s nothing like that. In fact, you’re kind of gorgeous in a waif-ish sort of way. It’s just, I’m already head over heels for someone. I mean, hopelessly and without a doubt, besotted. Well, there’s that and there’s also the fact that we work so closely together. Even if I hadn’t a care in the world for this other person, I doubt that it would be a good idea for us to get involved.”
And as quickly as his pensive mood descended, it’s gone and replaced with the Elijah that I’ve come to know and love. Love, but not like that. The little bastard is giggling. What the fuck?
“Involved? Dom! Come on, man. I don’t want a heavy relationship. I just want to, you know, get into your pants. And, I thought that maybe you were attracted to me too and that we could have some fun. I didn’t know that you were already in love with someone. I’m sorry for pushing.”
“Whoa there. I wouldn’t say that I’m in love. Well, perhaps I could be, given the opportunity. It’s just, the opportunity hasn’t presented itself.”
“Oh yeah? Hasn’t presented itself or you just haven’t taken it?”
How can he be such a clueless git one minute and then turn into a philosopher the next? It boggles the mind. He’s still sitting on my lap, by the by, and strangely enough it’s sort of warm and comforting, like your favorite blanket on a cold winter’s day.
“Look, I don’t expect you to understand this but I can’t tell him. I don’t even know if he’s interested.”
“Well, you won’t know unless you ask. Dom, you have to tell him. Is he gay? Bi? Do you even know?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve seen him flirt with girls but I honestly don’t know what he does when we’re not at work.”
“It’s someone we work with?! Hey. You said you wouldn’t mess around me because we work together.”
“We work with him, but not really. I’ve said too much already.”
“Oh ho. You can’t stop now. So, we work with him, but not really. That leaves out the kitchen staff. Oh my God, is it that cute produce guy, Karl? Because, he is so hot.”
“Funny you should mention Karl. Um, no, it’s not him. Actually, he’s taken. I tripped across him and our grump of a butcher having a bit of a romp.”
“Sean? Oh man, would I ever pay good money to see that. What were they doing? Come on! Spill!”
“I’m not sure exactly what they were doing but the words, “blow me” and “radiccio” were used. I don’t really want to know.”
“Well, I do. No more juicy gossip for me? All right. Let’s see. So, it’s not Karl. It couldn’t be Viggo, could it?”
The look of horror on my face stops that line of thought.
“Ok, so not Viggo, either. Who else, who else, oh! I know. Orlando!”
“No! Why ever would you think that I’d want Orlando? He is lovely but he’s not really my type. Besides, I think that he’s straight. Maybe not. Maybe he’s bi. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. No, not Orlando. You know what? I’m not playing twenty questions with you anymore. Stop it.”
“No! Ian? He’s, like, old enough to be……”
His eyes have gone all wide and scary again. Oh God.
“It’s Billy!”
And I knew that was coming.
“Oh my God, Dom! You’re in love with Billy! But, that’s just perfect! The two of you would be so great together!”
In his enthusiasm, he’s wrapped himself around me and he’s laughing close to my ear. I’m not stopping him because, well, it does feel ever so nice. Natural. And now his head has dipped to my shoulder and I can feel his smile against my neck.
“There you go with that love thing again. I can’t love him. I’ve never done more than work with him and have a quick drink. Elijah, you can’t tell a soul about this. Really.”
He’s quite the snuggle bunny, isn’t he? I could get used to this. If I turn my head, just so, I can feel his soft, mussed hair against my cheek and nose. He smells wonderful too; he’s all soap and boy and leather. It’s not sexual, you understand. It’s just. Nice. Yeah, that’s it. It’s nice to have someone to be close to. I miss my family and I haven’t really been seeing anyone. I’ve been alone a long time. It’s easy to let myself forget how much I like human contact. It’s easy to forget how much I miss it until I get a little taste.
“Dom.”
His whispery, little voice tickles the short hair at my nape and a shiver cascades down my spine.
“What Elijah?”
It’s comforting to thread my fingers through his hair.
“You’re going to tell him soon. You have to. You’re not happy without him,”
“I know, Lij. I just. I don’t know. I just need to work up to it. If he’d only give me some sort of sign.”
The room is dark and still and we’ve fallen silent. He may be sleeping. I don’t know. Still, I’m content to sit, his weight on my lap and full against my chest, anchoring me and holding me to the planet.
This little revelation has been good for me.
He’s right, you know. I have to tell Bill.