[FIC] Overwhelmed - Part II: Overload - LOTR - Domlijah - NC-17

TITLE: Overwhelmed
AUTHOR: shira
PAIRING: DM/EW
RATING: Mucho NC-17
WARNINGS: Relationship angst, lots of alcohol consumption and mild drug usage.
SUMMARY: Addictions come in all shapes and sizes, and can only be cured if we want them to be. Some lessons and insight on life lived in the fast lane and to the extreme. Story conceived from an image I had in my head of Dominic making a phone call to Billy.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, not making any money at this, just getting my jollies and flattering some really cute guys.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Thanks to my wonderful beta, kaydeefalls. *hugs*

Overwhelmed - Part I: Overkill


II. Overload.

Def: v; Fill to excess so that function is impaired

Dom doesn’t go home at all, actually. He goes past Elijah’s place instead, smelling of beer, and his own sweat, that’s laced with the smell of beer. Knocking on the door he wonders exactly what in God’s name he’s doing anyway, and is just about to lose his nerve and bolt back to his car when the door opens. He’s greeted by Elijah’s smiling face. The smile goes straight to the very core of Dom’s soul. What the hell am I doing here? Dom’s convinced now that he’s going to have to cool it with the alcohol, because he’s obviously not able to control his thoughts or his actions afterward anymore. The day his brain starts going along with his heart, well, some changes obviously need to be made.

Elijah is somewhat surprised to find Dom at his door this morning. “Dom?”

Dom fidgets, since he has no clue why he’s standing in front of Elijah’s door anyway, or for that matter what he intends on saying to him after having knocked on the door. “Lijah.”

“I thought you were going bungee jumping with Orlando?”

“Iyah… I changed my mind. I…” woke up and you were gone. Dom trails off, nothing left to say.

“Want to come in?” Elijah holds the door open for him. “I was just relaxing and listening to some CDs upstairs. Heading out to meet Billy and Sean in a few hours for surfing. You coming out too?”

Dom walks through the doorway and into the living room with Elijah behind him. “Yeah, I was going to go home first for a few minutes to… unwind a bit, and to pick up my things but, yeah, I’m coming.”

Heading up the flight of stairs to the second floor, Elijah leads Dom to his bedroom. His collection of music CDs, neatly housed in a thick CD organizer binder, sits on the bed. Smashing Pumpkins is playing now, Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, as they go in and Elijah flops himself down on the bed. He moves the binder and pats the bed for Dom to sit too. Dom stares at him warily before obliging. There’s a look of extreme concentration on his face that implies he’s contemplating the problems of world hunger, the depleting ozone layer, or something of the like.

“Dom?” Elijah looks up at him, questioning his blank stare with those deep, drowning eyes, and for a moment, Dom thinks he’s fallen in for good. For a moment, Dom is lost in those eyes. “Dom, is everything all right?” He snaps out of it with a confused look on his face, which he quickly replaces with a silly smile.

“Yeah, mate. Fine. Fine.” He moves cautiously to sit on the bed next to Elijah.

Flipping through the catalog of CDs, Elijah lets his head drop down and Dom watches his profile intently, observing the shape of his lips as they move and the point of his nose as his expression changes, and Dom wishes he could reach out and touch Elijah’s face, but he doesn’t dare. When Elijah looks up and smiles, he finds Dom staring at him, a look of awe on his face. Elijah blushes.

“I said, what do you think of the new Coldplay, Dom?”

Dom is listening, but he doesn’t really hear, and so he stumbles over his words. “I… they’re… it’s great.”

“Are you sure you’re all right? You’re acting a bit… strange.”

“I’m fine, mate. Just had a few too many last night.” Dom recovers well that time. “And I do recall that I now owe you, what was it, four weeks of foot massages now?”

Elijah laughs. “Yup! Four weeks! And I’m gonna hold you to it!”

Oh, you do that, Frodo. “Yeah, well, I guess I’ve learned my lesson then,” Dom says with a smirk. “Guess I’m not as invincible as I thought with that game.” Or perhaps I’ve simply overestimated is my ability to keep myself in check these days?

Elijah smiles this warm, endearing smile, a smile just like one of those smiles that he gives Samwise during the movie shoots, and Dom can feel the breath leaving him. He can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Elijah pushes himself back on the bed so that he can lean on the wall, his knees bent and his arms resting on them. He kicks off his sneakers and lets his head rest against the wall and closes his eyes, lost in the music of the title track on the CD. That attraction, that magnetism that he doesn’t even realize is there, flows from him and attacks Dom, making him dizzy.

Dom decides that he’d better leave, before he does something really stupid, and so he begins to get up. That’s when Elijah reaches forward and grabs him by the arm.

“Stay.”

Glaring at Elijah’s hand on him as if it’s burning him, Dom hesitates, but he doesn’t tear away. When his eyes look up to meet Elijah’s, he knows that he’s lost for good this time.

“Please. Stay?”

A pause. “OK.” That’s it. He gives in that quickly. Dom tries to relax again, then kicks off his shoes so he can slide back against the wall too. For a while they stay like that, both leaning against the bedroom wall, neither of them talking, just listening to the CD.

“This is… nice,” Dom says, commenting on the instrumental piece playing.

“MmmHmm,” Elijah answers, and his eyes are closed, his body lost within the beautiful music, and his hand is still holding Dom’s arm even though Dom hasn’t moved to leave again. His touch has lightened, but it’s still there, still hot on Dom’s skin, and he takes a deep breath. The song ends and he opens his eyes.

Dom’s tense. Elijah can feel it. There’s apprehension surrounding him like an aura of thick static, and Elijah turns to look at his face. Their eyes meet and Dom can only hold his gaze for so long before he has to look away. Dipping his head down, Elijah’s movement causes Dom to look over again, and there’s concern in his eyes. His brow pursed with deep expression, Elijah silently questions, and Dom shakes his head in response.

“Dom.”

He looks up, letting the back of his head touch against the wall, and Dom’s gut is twisting inside him because Elijah is close, so close to him, and he’s pushing himself closer. Inch by inch, he keeps sliding a little closer. He’s leaning nearer, their noses only inches apart, and Dom can feel the warmth of breath on his face. Elijah’s eyes are intoxicating as they do that little half-lidded thing that they do, that half-lidded thing that always manages to make Dom so freaking horny and full of lust and love and everything else he’s ever felt about the boy, and he’s doing it right now. He’s seducing him with his eyes, and if he comes any closer, Dom knows he’s not going to be able to stop himself. Dom knows that it will be a lost cause and he will have to kiss him.

They remain like that, glued together but not even touching, and Elijah says again, in a low voice, “Dom,” and Dom can only watch his lips move in slow motion, wishing, hoping. They hang suspended in each other’s electricity, mere millimeters apart, and the sound that escapes those lips fall on deaf ears, because Dom is so transfixed on the lips themselves that he hears nothing. Hot breath graces Dom’s mouth with a ghostly touch, and he closes his eyes to savor the feel even more. His lips part as a light pant escapes him, his tension nearly palpable, and the soft, feather touch of breath becomes the velvet touch of lips. Touching his, just hard enough to make their presence known.

Then just as gently as they appeared, the lips are gone, and Dom lets his eyes flutter open. Elijah’s eyes are glazed over now, as he thinks his must be as well, and for many moments they just stay that way, staring at each other, neither one moving away, or venturing any closer.

“Lijah,” Dom finally whispers, eyes not leaving Elijah’s. The boy’s perfect, wine red lips are open, the tip of his pink tongue barely noticeable between straight, white teeth, until he breaks into a little smile. His smile carries all the way to his eyes, and to Dom’s soul. “What… what was that for?”

“I… dunno. Just… felt like the right thing to do.” Elijah’s voice is cool and sensual, and sends shivers through Dom. His face becomes serious, confusing Elijah, who furrows his eyebrows. “I… I thought you wanted that.”

Christ, had he been that obvious all this time? Dom’s eyes stare hard into Elijah’s now. “Lijah, please… don’t play games with me.”

“I’m not.”

“I can’t deal with head games, Lijah. I…” There’s hurt visible in Dom’s eyes now, way back, behind all the other emotion that he’s displaying, but it’s there all the same. Elijah can see it. Feel it.

“I’m sorry, Dom.” He pauses, looking down for a moment before gazing back up into confused gray-blue eyes. “I’m not playing around with you. I’m not trying to hurt you.” They stare at each other some more, eyes hardened now. Eyes wary. Elijah leans forward and kisses Dom again, this time lingering a bit longer. His hand automatically comes up to the back of Elijah’s neck, holding him there. Dom tastes the faint flavor of wintergreen and clove cigarettes.




When the Hobbits congregate on the beach later, Dom is making a scene without even realizing it. He can’t stay on his board today, and this is highly unlike him. His buzz has long since dissipated and outwardly he seems like… Dom. But his mind is elsewhere, not concentrating on balance and waves and breaking points. His mind is still back in Elijah’s bedroom, still listening to the Smashing Pumpkins, and still lingering over the flavor of clove smokes mingled with wintergreen Altoids. He isn’t in his body at all, and for that reason, he’s surfing today like he’s never been on a board before in his life.

Cursing to himself after he goes headfirst into the surf for the umpteenth time, Dom collects up his board at the end of the board leash and heads back to shore.

“Dommie! Where ye goin’?” Billy calls out from behind him, easily riding out past Dom. He hops down in the shallower water near him, keeping a hand on the top of his board, and comes over. “You feeling all right, mate?”

“Need to sit a spell. That’s all.” Dom says with venom. He actually notices the bite in his comment this time, but does nothing to correct it as he wades out of the water, leaving Billy behind. He trudges over to where they’d laid their towels down and drops his board onto the sand, sitting near it. Yanking the velcro board leash from around his ankle, he tosses it to the side. His head’s swimming in thought, and Dom feels like he’s drowning in a pit of tarry, sticky, confused emotion.

Dom is so lost within himself that he doesn’t realize Elijah has followed him out of the water, until he’s practically standing over him, dripping water on him. Dom looks up. He wants to smile, but the feeling doesn’t quite make it to his lips.

“What’s wrong?”

He shrugs. The typical male response. Elijah throws his board down and sits beside Dom, far enough away to give him his own space but close enough that he makes his concern clear.

“Dom. Man. You’ve been out of it for weeks. And the weekend binging? Something is bothering you, man.” Elijah’s look is one of complete care and concern for his fellow mate. His blue, blue eyes are so full of expression as Dom turns to look at him, Dom thinks he might just melt into a pile of goo right here. Maybe spontaneously combust from the friction this is all causing within him. “Dom?”

“It’s nothing, Lijah.”

“Bullshit, it’s nothing! I’ve been watching you self-destruct now for near two months. Billy’s concerned, Orli and Sean are concerned. It’s not nothing, Dom!” For a young lad, he’s certainly perceptive, Dom thinks.

Dom sighs and nods his head slowly ‘yes’, but doesn’t divulge anything other than, “OK, yeah, there are some things… bothering me. Happy?” His reaction to his own tone is just as surprised as Elijah’s, but once more, he doesn’t apologize. He just wants people to get off his back about it, because there isn’t anything anyone can do. Just fucking great.

Sighing, Elijah gets up. He picks his board up off the sand and looks down at Dom for a moment, who’s hiding his face and looking away from him. “You don’t have to be such an ass about it you know. We’re you’re friends, Dom. Remember that.” Then he turns and walks purposefully back out to the edge of the water to get back out with the others.

Dom watches Elijah go, watches his lithe form, that’s packed into that skin-tight wetsuit, slink away and he feels his insides tearing a little bit more today. He doesn’t go after him, though. He doesn’t say anything to stop Elijah from walking away, and just watches him go. He’s so used to the pain now that he doesn’t even try to stop it. It’s become a part of him, it’s there so often.

Getting up and wiping sand off his butt, Dom gazes out at the other three in the water. Then picking up his surfboard and towel, he starts for the street, where his car is parked. Might as well go on home, since it’s obvious that he can’t think straight enough for anything today.

From out in the surf, Billy, Elijah and Sean are casually watching Dom as he stands, gathers his things and makes off for his car. Sean has decided that it’s best if he stays out of it. He shrugs when Billy, floating seated on his board, turns to him with a look of question on his face. When Elijah paddles up beside the two, he just sits and watches as Dom goes, then shakes his head.

“He won’t talk to me,” Billy says, letting his head drop down. “I tried to talk to him about it, but he won’t open up. It’s just so… unlike him.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know what the problem is. I don’t know what I can do to help him,” Billy says. “But he’s on a crash course for disaster, mates, between all the drinking and not getting enough rest or eating enough. He’s just getting more and more withdrawn.”

Elijah doesn’t respond at first, but just watches as Dom disappears out of sight. Then without turning to face Billy, he says, “I’m going after him.” He rolls over to lie flat on his stomach and begins paddling his board back toward shore again.

“Good luck, mate,” Billy says, shaking his head. When he turns to Sean, he’s sitting, floating a couple yards back, just observing. “Well.” Billy sighs. “Looks like it’s just you an’ me then.”




Dom is just finishing changing into fresh clothes, his hair still damp from a shower, when he hears the knock at the door. He has his suspicions of who it’s going to be, too. Billy. Or Elijah. Or maybe it could be Orli, but he doubts it. Orlando hadn’t even shown up down at the beach yet, so he’d have no way of knowing that Dom had gone and come back already. Turning the knob, he’s both annoyed and relieved that it’s Elijah.

“Hey,” Elijah says as he pushes past Dom and invites himself into the flat. He’s changed as well, into a pair of board shorts and a loose, oversized T-shirt. He’s got flip-flops on his feet, and they make their squishy, flippity-floppity sound as he walks. Elijah makes his way into the center of the room before he stops and turns to face Dom, who’s shutting the door.

“Dom. Please talk to me. Or Billy. Or Sean, even. Somebody.”

His gut wrenching inside him, Dom walks right past Elijah and makes his way for the kitchen. He’s frowning. He needs a beer. Badly. “Beer?” He has the refrigerator door open all ready and is holding one out for Elijah.

“One. Thanks. And you too.”

“Me too what?”

“Just one. OK? Promise?”

Dom shrugs his shoulders. Then he twists off the cap and takes a long swig from the tall neck of the bottle, and he thinks he can feel his troubles starting to seep away as the brew penetrates him. It’s actually his third, but Elijah doesn’t know that. Dom again walks past and this time goes to the couch, where he throws himself down lifelessly. Elijah follows, sitting next to him. Dom feels his skin start to crawl but pushes the sensation to the back of his mind.

Leaning back on the couch, Elijah swigs from his bottle, then looks at Dom, who is trying to pretend that he’s not there. “Dom… what’s the problem, man. Cause you’ve got everyone spazzing, worried about you.”

“Are you worried?”

“Of course I am.”

“Why?” He turns to face Elijah now.

“Because I care a lot about you, mate. You’re one of my best friends in the world.”

Dom erupts into sickened laughter, stifling it by putting his beer bottle to his lips and taking another swig. Elijah is confused. “And that, my dear Lij, is about the whole of it right there.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I,” Dom says back, and downs the rest of his beer in a couple of quick gulps. He gets up and goes back to the kitchen, returning with a fresh one.

“Hey! You promised!” Elijah points accusingly to the second, really fourth, beer in Dom’s hand.

“No, you promised.” Dom is getting annoyed now, and he’s starting to think that maybe Elijah needs to go. But he can’t do it, toss him out. Because Dom’s a masochist, and as much as it hurts to be here, in the same room and sitting on the same couch with Elijah like this, Dom doesn’t want him to leave. Not after this morning. Not after last night. Not after the past how many months.

He turns to Elijah now, stares into those intense blue eyes, and opens his mouth to speak. He has to try twice to get the words out. “What… what was that, earlier today? In your bedroom.” He quickly ends by raising his bottle to his lips and sucking on it. His face is red. He can feel it, though he’s not sure if it’s from him blushing, or from the alcohol. Elijah puts his own bottle down on the coffee table, then looks back up at Dom. Does that thing again, with his eyes. That thing that always turns Dom from a man into a little boy who is way out of his league against trying to fight off their effect on him.

“What? Do you mean…” Elijah leans close and just like that, lets his lips touch Dom’s. “…this?” When he pulls away, Dom’s eyes are closed and he’s holding his breath.

“What do you want from me,” Dom says with a whisper as he exhales. His eyes remain closed because he doesn’t want to see the beautiful vision before him. The one that just kissed him. Yes, what, exactly does he want, he, who is playing with Dom’s fragile state and emotional well-being like it’s some kind of rag doll toy.

“The same thing as you.”

Dom’s eyes blink open to find Elijah staring straight at him with the most sincere, honest look on his face. The “Frodo” face again. The knife-in-the-heart face.

“You… you don’t know what you’re saying,” Dom says with a quiet laugh, shoving the end of his beer bottle to his lips.

“And why don’t I?”

Only this time Dom has no answer, so he just stares back, his heart pounding in his chest, his expression falling into nothingness. He puts his beer down. A silent transaction begins between them, punctuated by expression and emotion and gesture, and the next thing Dom realizes, a little too late, is that he’s up on his knees on the couch, pressing his face and his body against Elijah’s, and they’re kissing. Real kissing. Wet, sloppy, can’t catch your breath tongue kissing. “I Want You” kissing. “I Need You” kissing. When they pull apart, Dom is panting and Elijah is smiling, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

There’s uncomfortable silence for a little too long, and finally Dom looks at the coffee table and says, “God, I need another beer.” He gets up to go to the kitchen and Elijah tries to stop him. “I’d already had two before you got here anyway, Lij. One more, at this point, will probably be just enough to keep me from either freaking, or collapsing in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

Elijah gets up and goes with him, and they each take a new beer from the fridge. They become decoration though, those two beers, because no sooner does Dom have the caps off them does Elijah approach him. He takes the bottles and puts them on the counter, and they continue expressing their pent up affection for each other against the kitchen wall. Elijah plasters himself all over Dom, pinning him.

Dom’s emotional state is volatile right now, a mixture of frenzy and depression, and allowing Elijah to smother him with more of those wet, sloppy kisses seems to be the only thing he can make any kind of a decision about. Lacing his arms around him, one at his waist and the other behind his neck, Dom makes it clear that under no uncertain terms is he letting go this time, and Elijah simply eats it up. Elijah pushes himself closer, closer than it seems possible, and his body says “take me, I’m yours.”

“Lijah,” Dom says in a breathy whisper. “How long? How long… have you… I’ve been putting myself through hell because I never thought… you’d want me like this.”

Elijah looks into Dom’s sad, confused light blue eyes and smiles. “Long enough to know that you were feeling the same, mate.” He pulls the two of them together once more, and their kiss is long and desperate, not breaking until the need for air or risk suffocation wins out. When they do finally part, they’re both breathing heavily. Dom leans his head to rest against Elijah’s forehead, and for a while, they just stand there like that, holding each other.




Generally, with the resolution of one of life’s stressors, another one comes along to fill its place, and such is the case too, with Dom and his problem. Only this time, it isn’t the fact that he’s aching for that unattainable love, since he and Elijah have come to this new “understanding”. This time the problem is that he doesn’t know how to handle the affection, now that he’s found it. A textbook case of “be careful what you wish for”. Not that he isn’t happy with knowing he and Elijah have the same interest in each other, because he is – extremely so. No, this time it’s the notion of what to do with this revelation that’s got Dom so bent out of shape. Because he still has no idea where he stands with Elijah. They kissed. They kissed rather passionately. Neither of them said anything else about it afterward, and so a few hours later, it was already eating Dom alive from the inside out.

Word comes down the line that shooting Monday will be in the evening, and so this means another morning to sleep late. Whenever there’s a morning to sleep late, this usually also means there’s another evening prior in which everyone will stay up late. Partying, laughing, drinking. Whatever. A bonus added to the weekend, and very few will miss out on this gift of time.

The group winds up back at Billy’s place once more, and the evening is the usual affair of beer-laden video games, loud music and anything else that the fellow actors decide will occupy them. It’s the regular group, the Hobbits less one, plus an elf. The four that can usually be found up to the most no good during the after hours.

Dom notices right away on this evening that everyone seems to be watching him, and it unnerves him. Kind of like it does every weekend, but he hasn’t noticed them watching as intently in the past as they are today. It gets him thinking that his own friends don’t trust him to just be able to handle his own problems, but deep down inside, he knows it’s just their concern for him. At times like this, though, he doesn’t want their concern, and the stress begins to mount. This leads him, naturally, right to the beer, so he can start dulling his senses so he isn’t bothered by this anymore.

Tonight, however, things differ from the old habit that he’s assumed. When Elijah shows up, smiling and giddy and practically glistening with good vibes, Dom’s little repertoire is derailed straight away. Dom quickly finds out that while he may be utterly confused about what went on between he and Elijah yesterday afternoon in his flat, apparently Elijah isn’t. Elijah appears before him and the first thing he does, right in front of everyone else, is slip his arms around Dom’s neck and place a hot kiss on his lips. A few eyebrows go up, Dom’s included, but Elijah continues to act nonchalant, and his actions are quickly accepted. And that’s how it goes for the rest of the night.

With Elijah near him, touching him and accepting his affection, suddenly Dom doesn’t feel miserable anymore. Suddenly he feels more elated than he has in weeks. Months. Maybe even since setting foot in New Zealand and having first met his co-stars. Dom’s flying now, higher than he ever thought was possible, because of Elijah, and the realization they’ve come to. The transformation in him is remarkable, and the others can’t help but notice the old Dom is back. The evening carries on, and nobody complains to Dom about his binging. Nobody even pays attention to what he’s drinking, because his mood is so light and his frame of mind is so good. The double standard is gone. Dom’s smiling again, and it’s a relief to everyone.




It’s Saturday again. Dom’s flat this time, after the Pub. One by one the usual group filters in, joined this time for a few hours by Liv and Viggo. Karl and Bean are here tonight as well, making it a regular full house. There’s music, beer and Playstation, and everyone is feeling mellow. Dom, the accommodating host that he is, drags a plastic tub filled with ice and bottles into the living room so that he doesn’t have to keep getting up. Then he flops down on the couch to witness the carnage of Viggo as Billy whips him on Playstation. To see Viggo even playing a video game itself is a strange thing, so it seems fitting that he’d be shitty at it as well.

Spreading out on one end of the couch, his one leg folded underneath him as he leans back against the plush arm, Dom sucks on a beer, watching Viggo have his ass handed to him. Dom feels good. Dom feels even better when Elijah gets there. Elijah makes his rounds to greet everyone, then stops by the tub filled with beers, taking out two and opening them, going into the kitchen momentarily to drop the caps into the trash. When he reappears, his eyes are set on Dom, and he makes his way over to where Dom is still reclined. He puts the beers, one for him and a fresh one for Dom, on the coffee table. Then he sits, letting himself lean back on Dom, who drops his arm around the front of Elijah’s shoulders. Smiling, Elijah lets his head fall back to rest on Dom’s chest, and they stay like that for a long while. Elijah only gets up occasionally to get them both more to drink, or to go pee, but always returns to his same spot when he gets back.

They stay like that, layered on the couch, for the rest of the evening, because Dom is too content to move and Elijah likes seeing Dom content. Dom sits, smiling at comments being made in conversation, with his nose hovering a little above Elijah’s hair, and he breathes in the soothing aroma of clean. Dom closes his eyes and lets his mouth rest on the top of Elijah’s head, and he kisses it softly, completely oblivious to the noise and discussion going on around them. He’s in a special place right now, and no one can pull him out of it.

By one in the morning, everyone has gone and Dom and Elijah begin to clean up the remaining empty beer bottles, a considerable collection of which reside on the coffee table where they were sitting. Dom takes a couple of cold ones from the refrigerator for them and twists off the caps, and they finish their cleaning with one last toast to each other. Dom’s pretty wasted, but in a happy sort of way this time, so he’s less conspicuous. Sitting on the arm of the couch, his toes touching the floor to balance him, Dom looks up at Elijah and smiles.

“Nice night,” he says, and Elijah nods his agreement as he walks over.

Slipping between his spread legs, Elijah presses his body against Dom’s and wraps his arms around his neck. For a pensive few moments he just looks into Dom’s eyes, searching them for hints of sadness, but there aren’t any. There haven’t been any, not since last weekend. Elijah smiles before pressing his lips onto Dom’s, warming them with a soft kiss. Dom responds by leaning over to put his beer down, then sliding his hands up Elijah’s arms. When they reach his shoulders, Dom squeezes. They’re still kissing when Elijah leans forward until he succeeds in pushing Dom over the arm of the couch, to where he is lying on his back, with Elijah on top of him.

“Lijah…,” Dom says in a whisper when they part to catch their breath. He’s on fire as feelings of love and need and affection rush through him. And belonging, too. Even though he’s always felt that he “belongs” with the group of friends that he’s working with on the movie, this is belonging on a different, higher level. It’s a spiritual belonging, one that has been lacking in Dom for as long as he can remember. A while, at least. Combined with the amount of brew he’s sucked down tonight, all of this belonging is creating a nice feeling in him, something that he’s craved. They say that the body and the mind remember certain emotions and feelings, but Dom is certain he’s never experienced this completeness that he feels right now. Not this way. His body and soul are smiling.

Elijah is squirming on top if him, trying to find a more comfortable position, so Dom scoots himself further back on the couch. Far enough that he’s laying on it normally and Elijah can mold to him easier. Their kisses become heavy and deep, and Dom’s hands slip under Elijah’s shirt, touching the smooth skin on his back, feeling his angular body.

Breaking their contact, Elijah props himself up and stares down at Dom. His eyes are glassy and a shade of blue that’s deeper than Dom thinks he’s ever seen them before, and once more they’re pulling him in. Lips parted just so, the tip of his impatient tongue protruding just a hint, Elijah looks ready to pounce at any moment, but he continues to just gaze down at Dom.

“What?”

Elijah shakes his head ever so slightly and smiles, a silly little love-struck smile. “Just… wanting to look at you is all.”

Dom feels his cheeks get hot as he stares back into Elijah’s blue, blue eyes, and he’s mesmerized by them. Swimming in their depths, he smiles before pulling Elijah back to him, their mouths crushing together in another heated kiss. A whimper escapes Elijah and his tongue is diving deep into Dom’s warm mouth while teeth scrape together. Pulling away, Dom sucks Elijah’s bottom lip into his mouth and nibbles on it lightly.

They wrestle a bit on the couch now, clinging to each other, clothing bunching and sliding as they maneuver around each other. It isn’t long before Dom stops, rolling Elijah off him so he can stand. Between the making out and the alcohol all going to his head, he stumbles slightly, but catches himself. Dom looks down at Elijah, lost in his innocent charm and natural attraction, and holds out his hand. Elijah looks up as he puts his hand in Dom’s, and rises to his feet when he feels him tugging gently. Once Elijah is on his feet, Dom leads him away.

He’s removing his shirt as fast as he can as they fumble their way into the darkened bedroom, kissing and clawing at each other as they go. Once he’s got it over his head, Dom just drops the shirt, paying no regard to where it lands. Next, his hands go for Elijah’s, and in seconds they stand bare-chested against each other. Backing Elijah towards the bed, Dom pulls them together once more as his tongue plunders into his waiting mouth, only to be parted again when Elijah reaches the mattress and falls backwards onto the bed. Letting himself fall as well, Dom rejoins Elijah and their bodies mingle together once more.

Dom’s mind is reeling, and as they writhe together on the bed, his consciousness fades to little more than the feel of Elijah pinned beneath him, and the swirling, spinning that’s going on in his own body. Spreading a trail of hot, burning kisses down Elijah’s neck and across his flat, hairless chest, he’s aware of fingers scraping through his hair now, and Elijah moaning from his touch. Eyes closed, head tilted back against the pillows, Elijah looks stunningly sexy lying there beneath him, and the sight of him alone is practically enough to make Dom come in his pants.

As his chin passes lightly over a soft nub of skin, Dom tilts his head and twirls his tongue around the little, hardened nipple before sucking on it. He can feel the body under him growing more tense with every move he makes, and this furthers his own desire even more. Elijah’s hands roam, sliding across Dom’s back, and Dom purrs from the feel of those hands on him. He switches to the other nipple, teasing it like the first, and Elijah squirms more beneath him.

“Dommie.” The voice is breathy and low, and it sends a shiver through Dom, the way his name is said. Elijah lies with his eyes closed and his neck arched back, delighting in the physical contact.

“God, Lij…”

“Want you.”

Then before Dom can realize what’s happening, he feels Elijah extracting himself from under him only to switch their positions. Now Elijah is hovering over Dom, and Dom feels as though he’s died and is about to enter the gates of sexual ecstasy heaven. Elijah is more impatient, though, and right away his hands are groping for the button on Dom’s jeans, struggling to get it open. Dom reaches down and helps, unbuttoning his jeans, and Elijah does the same. Within seconds they’ve both shed the remainder of their clothing to lie naked against each other for the first time. Little shocks of lightening shoot through Dom as his most sensitive parts come in contact with Elijah’s hot body on top of him, and the situation is so unbelievable to him that he wonders if it isn’t a dream. He wonders if he isn’t going to pass out from sensory overload, only to wake up later, finding himself the victim of a cruelly vivid wet dream.

Elijah is kissing Dom’s chest, his hands working their way lower until they find the prize they’re looking for, and Dom gasps from the contact.

“Lijah…”

His response is a burning hot that surrounds his groin, and Dominic thinks, for a moment, that he’s going to die, because it’s impossible for something real in life to feel this good. Dom knows, of course, that it’s so good partly because this is Elijah, the one he’s thought of and fantasized about for so long, and rightly so it should it be the most perfect thing he’s ever felt. Elijah is near perfect. Sex with Elijah, he’s imagined, would be that way too. It’s a literal dream come true, and everyone knows that in your dreams, things are perfectly intense and overblown.

Burying his fingers in a mop of unruly chocolate colored hair, Dom’s swimming in a field of nothingness as his every neuron and nerve ending is teased by his lover’s attentive mouth. The sound of his own ragged breathing is all Dom hears, and his vision is swirled into that black nothing as well, a nothing that’s speckled with sparks and flecks of color as his eyes roll back and forth under heavy lids. He feels himself going over the edge, so he grudgingly pulls Elijah off him. It’s a difficult thing for him to do, make Elijah stop like that, because by now his body is whining and begging and pleading to be thrust into oblivion, but somehow, Dom manages. Somehow he convinces himself that if he waits, it will get even better.

Panting, Dom looks at the porcelain-skinned vision before him, his mind too lost to form coherent words. Elijah is wiping his mouth with the back of his hand again, his eyes looking predatory and sly, and Dom realizes just how sexy he finds that little gesture. He looks so sensual doing it, Dom has to count to ten to keep himself from just throwing Elijah over onto his knees, and fucking him six ways into tomorrow.

Smiling a devilishly seductive little smile, Elijah crawls toward Dom and kisses him, long and hard. Dom can taste hints of himself in the kiss. When Elijah leans back to sit up on his haunches beside him, his eyes look like two sapphires glowing in the path of light shining into the bedroom from the hallway. Dom’s insides twitch as his gaze connects with Elijah’s. He already knows whatever it is that Elijah wants from him tonight, he’s going to give it. Elijah lets a hand roam casually over the top of Dom’s thigh, and when it draws nearer to his groin, Dom’s eyes close.

“H-have you… Lij… done this before?”

Dom is out to his friends. They know he’s… open for experimentation… when it comes to relationships, and they know, from as far as he’s told them in casual conversation, that he’s had at least a few encounters, with both girls and guys. Elijah, however… well for starters, who even knew he was into guys? Bisexual? Because he claims to have had girlfriends. Regardless, Dom is completely unaware of what his sexual past might be, since up till now, they never really had that conversation before. While the thought of him being Elijah’s first is pretty exciting to him, Dom is also hesitant.

“No.”

Dom’s heart thumps harder in his chest now as Indecision steps in to ruin everything. “Maybe we shouldn’t, Lij. Maybe…”

“But… I want to.” The drowning eyes are there again, accentuating what the mouth is saying. He wants to. His voice is smooth and even, and Elijah looks like he’s almost pleading, in the strip of light that traces across the bed and across his face. He wants to. With Dom. For Dom to be his first. Oh God. Dom is speechless as his mind floods with too many ideas at once, and it takes Elijah to break his trance.

“Have you got a condom?” He’s sitting back on his heels still, teasing Dom with his left hand as Dom tries to get his wits about him.

“Uh… shit, yeah.” Hell, I wasn’t expecting all of this – at least not tonight, anyway! “In the night stand. Brand new box,” he says, thinking back to when he bought them and how long they’ve been there, unused. “Hang on, I’ll get…” Dom adds as he leans forward to get them, but Elijah is off him and retrieving the box before he can even sit up. He hands the box to Dom, who opens it, pulling out one wrapped packet, and starts to tear it open with his teeth. “There’s some baby oil, I think, in there too,” he says through clenched teeth as he yanks at the plastic wrapper. “We’ll need it, I’m sure.” Score one for being prepared, he thinks.

Elijah rummages in the small drawer, bringing out a travel-sized bottle of the oil, and returns to Dom, who’s got the wrapper open and is extracting its content. Before Dom can do anything about it though, the condom is swiped from his hands and Elijah’s leaning back, applying it to himself, sucking in a tense breath as his fingers come in contact with his own hardened flesh.

“Lij… what…”

“It’s OK, Dom. I want to do this.” His words are apprehensive, but determined. His voice cracks a little. “Do you mind? If I do this?” His hands are trembling as he puts the condom on, but he wants to do this.

Elijah baffles Dom. A lot of virgins aren’t so bold as to want to be top on the first time, but that’s what he wants. To fuck Dom. Not for Dom to fuck him. Not this time, at least. And he looks at Dom with those electric eyes that leap out from the shadows in the room like a neon sign, and Dom can do nothing but agree with him.

“Unh,” is all Dom manages as he feels a hands sliding… there, and he throws his head back, anticipating the contact. Begging for the contact. Dom’s actions alone are enough to tell that there will be no complaints, no matter who does who. He moves on top of the sheets, positioning himself closer to Elijah, and his mind is racing a thousand miles an hour, trying to register the fact that he really is here with Elijah, and he really is doing this, with Elijah. There’s still that sinking way down in the pit of his stomach that keeps nagging him that he’ll wake up and find it all to have been a dream, but Dom repeatedly pushes it away. When he feels the sensation of oil-slicked fingers exploring and prodding, though, Dom can’t help but understand it all to be very real.

The sound of deep, heavy, paced breathing in the room gets more intense as Elijah lets his instincts guide him in exploring Dom’s form. Dom is anxious and mesmerized, his body practically screaming to be joined with Elijah’s but at the same time he’s terrified. He doesn’t want to do anything that might ruin it for him, so instead he does nothing. He just lies, squirming against Elijah, but otherwise doing nothing, letting his inexperienced partner find his own way and go at his own pace. There’s still that feeling of disbelief in him, too, and it’s mingled with a lingering guilt, because Dom wants to be making Elijah feel as good as Elijah is making him feel. He doesn’t let himself do anything right now, though. He won’t take that control away. Not now. This is too important. Besides the fact that Dom’s realized Elijah being in control is arousing as hell.

When they join, it’s like nothing either of them have ever felt before, and it’s good. Bitter and sweet, smooth and rough, slick and wet, and it’s so good. Dom’s mind is catapulting toward surrealism as he realizes that he’s lying under the one he’s dreamt about for so long. Electricity tingles through him, carried along by the alcoholic buzz he’s been feeling, and he thinks his nerve endings could actually arch right now. Elijah leans over, thrusting into him, his own breath coming in short, ragged bursts, and the look of concentration on his face, the sensuality of his expression, is one that Dom’s never seen before. He reaches up to touch Elijah’s face, the same as he wanted to do that day in his bedroom. When his fingers touch hot skin, those eyes open and look at him as they share the same ‘deer caught in the headlights’ stare, and for a moment they’re in the same place, the same state of being.

“Unh,… Dom… mie,” Elijah whines out in a broken string, and his expression looks pained now as he moves, leaning over Dom, their faces only inches apart. Pained because it’s one of those things that feels so good it hurts. Dom feels Elijah’s body shuddering violently at this new and unbelievable sensation, and the quake passes into him as well, his own body quivering in response. He can smell Elijah’s clovey, beer-scented breath, warm on his cheek. He takes in the aroma of Elijah’s sweat and his shampoo, and the detergent on the sheets and the body spray he, himself, put on this morning as he becomes hyperaware of everything around him, and nothing all the same, except for the one before him. Dom thinks for a moment that this is what it must be like to be on a hallucinogenic drug, as his body and mind is filled by beautiful Elijah, who’s making him tremble and shake like he hasn’t done in a long, long time.

Elijah closes his eyes and lets his head fall back against the back of his neck, his lips parted, exposed throat covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, and this picture before Dom is too much for him. He’s suffocating, whining, as Elijah drives himself deeper, and all Dom can do is float in the aura surrounding them both, until it happens. Until Elijah tenses, heaving and sobbing as he spends himself so violently that Dom thinks Elijah might die from the pleasure of it all. Dom catches him as he collapses forward on top of his chest, gasping and shaking, and damp with sweat. Elijah lies exhausted on top of Dom now, whose own need is still ever strong, still twitching beneath Elijah’s quivering, panting form over him.

Heaving deeply, Elijah lets his arms fall around Dom, and he says with breathy words, “Oh, God, Dom… you…” He knows that Dom is still aroused and ready. Can feel him hard underneath him. “You didn’t come.” The look that Dom gets, so apologetic, so sympathetic, is almost enough to take care of that little problem by itself.

Dom groans quietly, “Not if I can help it,” and before Elijah can say anything else, Dom’s lifting him and laying him down on the bed, switching their positions. “I… take a bit longer than that, mate,” he says with a little grin. He grabs for the condoms again, pulling one out and tossing the rest of the box away as Elijah removes his own. Then struggling with the wrapper, he tears it with his teeth and begins to put it on, hands trembling as he does. Dom feels Elijah shifting into a comfortable position under him as he slathers some oil into his hand. When his hand reaches beneath them, finding the right spot and beginning to work at it with slick fingers, Elijah’s eyes grow wide.

“Lij… are you…”

“It’s OK… it’s fine, Dom…”

“Try to relax. It’s not so bad if you relax.”

Dom feels Elijah trying to let his body loosen, and he goes back to the oil for more assistance before slathering it on himself as well. He teases Elijah for a long time – a painfully long time – to relax him as much as possible. When he’s ready, he positions himself, pressing lightly against Elijah’s skin, his expression now pleading for permission. Their eyes connect once more, the silent communication between them letting Dom know that it’s all right to proceed, and he does, without breaking eye contact. He leans into Elijah, who makes a hissing sound and throws his head back at the first feel of penetration, then begins breathing heavily again. His eyes are watering, and Dom can see a scant few tears leaking from their corners.

“Lijah…”

“Go,” Elijah groans. “I’m all right. Hurts, but I can deal.” He stiffens his body momentarily as Dom presses in further, until he’s in all the way and stops for them to adjust. Oh God… It feels so good to be inside him.

Both of them breathing raggedly now, Dom lets his head droop and watches Elijah’s expression expectantly through eyes rolled way up under heavy lids. When there’s no further display of discomfort, when he thinks that he can’t possibly remain still any longer as his body throbs inside of Elijah’s, Dom has to start moving. Slowly at first, until they become accustomed to each other. Then a little faster, a little deeper, until he’s again floating outside of his body from the sensation, and from Elijah, gazing back at him with a look so indescribable on his face that Dom is already getting close. Gripping Elijah around the back of his shoulders as he leans over him, Dom uses the leverage to pull the two of them even closer together, and when he thrusts just right, he makes Elijah flinch and gasp and squeal. Dom smiles a bit, then concentrates on his own climax, and rubbing against that spot in his lover. Before long it’s obvious that Elijah is going for a two-fer, as his body responds to Dom’s, inside him. Nice first-time experience; wish mine had been like that.

His face one of complete concentration, Dom withdraws and re-enters, brushing that spot gently each time, dragging his length along it with each outward stroke, then again on the way back in. When he feels Elijah tense up beneath him, arching his back to rise up to meet him, he knows he’s close. Which is a good thing, because so is Dom. Another stroke. Another nudge, and Elijah feels the buildup again, burning from where Dom fills him, deep inside. It flashes through him like wildfire this time as he comes again, over his stomach and chest, gasping and pushing back against Dom, trying to feel that tantalizing spot more. Then as he’s carried away in his own orgasm, Dom succumbs to his body as well, his eyes automatically shutting tight as white-hot electricity sears through him, sending him spiraling into his own oblivion. He hisses, “Lij-aaah,” through clenched teeth as he finishes with a last shove to drive it home, releasing himself into Elijah’s receiving body, convulsing rhythmically within him.

Now slightly dizzy, and drunk on tingling good sensations, Dom finally lowers himself all the way to rest against Elijah, tucking his head under Elijah’s chin, smearing the wetness between them all over their stomachs, but he doesn’t care. Right now all he cares about is rejoining his body, and the feel of Elijah under him, rising up and down as he sucks in air. The feel of Elijah’s one hand in his hair, his fingers sliding through his short locks while his other arm is wrapped tightly around his torso. The sound of Elijah’s voice as he whispers sweet nothings to him in their afterglow, telling him how wonderful he is and how wonderful this is. That’s all that matters to Dom right now. That he can actually feel the two of them, here in his bed, and oh what a glorious feeling it is.