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Too fucking hot, Jesus, it's the middle of the night and still about five thousand degrees - two showers and all the fans on and still Elijah can run his hand down his chest through a layer of sweat. He goes to the bathroom, runs the cold water and soaks the hotel towel, drapes it over his shoulders like superman, sags back down on the bed as he hears Orli's door open, hears voices--Dom, it must be--but he can't be bothered moving, too fucking hot. How do those two have the energy to speak?
"…blood on my shirt!"
Christ almighty, Elijah thinks, leaning his head back, listening to Dom in Orlando's room.
"Broke his nose..."
"...fucking cunt, Monaghan."
Orlando sounds indulgent. Dom sounds like - like he's high. Like he's pumped, proud, gleaming. Elijah knows what Dom looks like. Too fucking bright, deadly, unstoppable. Elijah's seen it, loves it, craves it, but it is Orlando that is getting it. Orlando is Dom's target. Elijah is not. Elijah is just hot, burning, furious without reason. Without Dom. Without Orlando.
"… fucking brilliant… C'mere."
Elijah can hear everything, can see them, can virtually smell them through the thin wall--what shitty hotel is this anyhow, with crap aircon and flimsy walls--and there is a colliding sound, bodies bumping back into furniture, probably sliding, slick condensation of sweat, sliding and pushing. Elijah is sliding too, his hand around himself, hard and hot like Dom, Dom picking a fight, yes, 'cos he would, eyes dark and flashing, and he'd grin when he got hit, wipe his mouth, shiny and slick, slick like it is for Elijah's mouth and cock and fingers except now only not and Elijah has to pretend, squeeze himself hard and frantic when he hears gonna fuck you in a skirt and imagines Orlando on the dresser, sarong--fuckin' idiot, Dom, it's a sarong--wrenched up and knees spread and fierce.
"... matching black eye, wanker," and Elijah thinks, fuck yes, do it, punch him. There is a thud and Elijah's hand stops and his heart stops but then there is another thud and another and it is some part of Orlando being pushed against the wall, behind him, vibrating the bedside table, and Elijah puts his hand behind him on the wall, against where Dom is fucking Orlando, and that's hot too, hot and steady with gasps and curses, won't be long, Elijah can feel it, knows that Dom is pumped up, and he is too, so fucking hot and he strokes and squeezes, feels himself tense up everywhere, throaty gasping out now, now, now, Dom, fuck, nownow and Elijah comes, spilling hot over his hand and thudding against the wall behind him, Orlando thudding backwards too and the blood rushing in his ears whites out the sound for a few seconds. Elijah closes his eyes, tips his head backwards while the endorphins flood through, gorgeous heat, thrumming heat this time, down to his toes, and he begins to drift off, heat gone, rage gone, need dulled. Then there's a thud.
"Coming to get you, pervert."
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