...and Chocolate.
written for Karadin's Valentine's Day Threesome Challenge
Elijah sounds like a spoiled, bratty four-year-old, and Billy half-heartedly expects him to stamp a foot to stress his point. Yet, when he looks at him, sprawled all over the armchair, flushed and rumpled after a hot summer day of sunshine, sea and surfboards, with a tiny smear of chocolate in the corner of his mouth, he finds it very easy to simply smile and forgive.
"Put those cherry chocolates down, Frodo!" comes Dom's booming voice from the kitchen. "One - they're not yours, two - you are hyperactive enough as it is without overdosing on chocolate, and three - they make you come up with the most ridiculous ideas!"
Dom enters the room with three cold bottles of Corona in his hands - they're at round four - and puts them down on the coffee table. "There's enough alcohol in those things to knock out an elephant, Bill," he grumbles, jerking his head, indicating a giggling Elijah. "So get them away from him."
Billy doesn't make a single move, he just extends his arm and picks up his bottle. "You get those things away from him, Dom," he grins mischievously. "He can be vicious when he's drunk, and besides, they're your chocolates!"
"My boyfriend is Scotland's biggest wimp," Dom grumbles and, instead of walking around it, takes one big step over the coffee table, barely missing Elijah's bottle with his dangling flip-flop. "Vicious..."
"Come here, Doodle, those are bad for you..." he coos and reaches out to take the heart-shaped box of chocolates away from Elijah. Quite unexpectedly, however, the boy fastens his grip on the startlingly pink box and turns sideways in his chair to protect it from Dom's groping hands.
"Lij," Dom starts again, trying to sound a bit more threatening. "These are not yours, and I want them back." But Elijah doesn't budge, and, to make matters considerably worse, even manages to sneak another cherry chocolate into his mouth, right under Dom's nose.
"Buh fey're delifiouf," Elijah splutters with his mouth full, then quickly curls his body around the box again.
"Elijah..." Dom tries once more, adding 'menacing' to his tone and at least three extra syllables to the boy's name. "These chocolates are not yours and I'll have you know that Billy is not going to kiss you, so give them back, or I am going to serve you tap water all night and make you sleep outside."
He pulls a very triumphant face in Billy's direction, expecting Elijah to surrender and hand over the now half-empty box, but all he sees is a lightning-fast hand shooting past his legs, grabbing one of the bottles from the table before he can do anything about it. He spins his head around, arms following to aim another grope at the dark brown candy, but Elijah is fast and hides the box behind his back, while taking a luxurious gulp from his bottle.
Exasperated, Dom plops down on the coffee table, shaking his head in defeat. He watches how Elijah wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, staining his lips a bit more, offering Dom a seductive little smile.
"Will you kiss me then?" he asks softly, and the two of them watch each other intently for a few sizzling seconds.
"How many has he really had?" Dom asks, breaking the spell, turning his head so he can look at Billy on the other side of the table.
The Scot shrugs. "Four beers, aye, but with what's in those cherry-things, he's now officially mixing his alcohol and you never know what happens then."
Billy distinctly remembers a party about two weeks ago at the end of which he had accompanied a very drunk and consequently very sick Elijah to the bathroom where they had had a lengthy appointment with the toilet bowl. It had been the boy's nineteenth birthday.
"It says here, Dommie," Elijah continues, convincingly innocent, pulling the box from behind his back and turning it around to read, "that these chocolates make Valentine's kisses taste even better. Look," he points and Dom sighs, stretching his neck to take a brief glance at the screaming loud lettering on the box.
He looks up again and stares straight into Elijah's captivating, if somewhat watery, blue eyes. He wonders if Elijah had procured more alcohol on the beach when they weren't looking, but he can't think of a single moment they hadn't been together.
"So," Dom starts slowly, carefully calculating his options. "If I let you kiss me, you will stop being such an impossibly drunken brat and hand me back my mutilated box of chocolates?"
Elijah nods fervently.
"Just one kiss?" he checks and Elijah nods happily again.
Dom turns around to look at Billy, who dips his head once, almost imperceptibly, while a slight smile plays around his lips. He picks up his bottle from the table and leans back luxuriously, sensing Dom's sudden discomfort, which makes him grin.
Some months ago, Dom had confessed to him how he could sometimes stare at Elijah's chest when they were all changing in Wardrobe and how he had to fight the urge to reach out his hand and stroke that pale, smooth skin. How he could look at those shiny, pink lips and wonder what they would taste like.
Chocolate, Billy thinks and giggles softly, inaudible to the couple on the other side of the table. Somehow, he'd known this moment would come and had decided he wouldn't stand in Dom's way. Because Dom would only keep nagging about it, he'd keep thinking, wondering, wishing, wanting.
When Billy focuses again, he sees Elijah sliding off his chair in one long fluent motion, abandoning the chocolates on the seat. He smoothly wraps both arms around Dom's neck, the slender bottle of Corona still dangling between his thumb and forefinger, and wriggles around briefly until he is comfortable in Dom's lap.
Well, Dom... Billy thinks. There you are, my friend; your arms full of heady, horny hobbit. He smirks, taking another swig from his beer and pulls one leg up onto the couch, waiting patiently for the scene to unravel.
Dom's heart is pounding in his chest and he seriously fears Elijah can feel it too. Their faces, hell - their lips, are only inches apart and all the boy does, is look at Dom with those unholy blue eyes that are glittering with alcohol and excitement. Dom wraps one arm firmly around Elijah's waist to keep him from falling backwards, and raises the other to feel that which he is about to kiss.
When his thumb touches Elijah's jaw and his fingers stroke the dark auburn hair away from around a soft, sun-warmed ear, he shivers as he watches the boy close his eyes, heaving a satisfied sigh, completely pliant - no, submissive - in Dom's arms.
He wants this, Dom thinks, suddenly hit by the realisation that this is more than a simple drunken prank, and his heart picks up even more speed. He really fucking wants this.
He brushes the hair away again and exposes the silky expanse of Elijah's pale neck. He lowers his head and breathes deeply, inhaling sea and sun and sweat and cigarettes and something so typically Elijah that he can't stop his tongue from licking along the thick vein that is throbbing right underneath the boy's smooth skin.
He feels a shudder travel down Elijah's back and with his hand he nudges that pretty, flushed face impossibly closer to his own. "Come here, pretty," he whispers and presses his mouth against Elijah's soft, moist lips, circling his fingers around the boy's neck, keeping his head in place.
He feels rather than hears Elijah's sighing moan, and is hardly surprised when a rather impatient tongue flicks against his lips, accompanied by an involuntary nudge of Elijah's hips against his stomach. Almost shocked by that sensation, Dom can't help but part his lips and it seems to be all the encouragement the boy needs.
Dom's head is spinning with the unexpected sensations and he is searching frantically for a way to regain the upper hand. Yet when he feels Elijah's hot tongue push in, slowly thrusting against his own tongue in long, sensual swipes, and tasting of beer and chocolate and cherry for God's sake, he convinces himself it's all right to give up control for now and simply be taken.
The boy wriggles around in Dom's lap some more until both legs are securely tucked around Dom's waist and, still comfortable on the couch, Billy grins softly when he registers the brief flash of surprise on Dom's face the minute the Brit feels Elijah's erection press happily against his stomach.
What did you expect, Dommie-boy? Billy muses with a sly smile on his face, polishing off his beer. He comes fully equipped... Again, he grins softly, content with his own wit, and shifts on the couch, adjusting some of his own 'equipment', eyes firmly locked on the couple in front of him.
Miraculously, while still kissing, Elijah has managed to put his bottle down on the table without spilling beer or breaking anything, and slides both hands around Dom's back. Yet, when he starts moving his body against Dom - finally bold enough to try and alleviate some of the almost unbearable pressure building in his cock by grinding against that hard, muscular stomach - everything suddenly stops.
Elijah's eyes are wide open and he is trying not to moan at the sudden lack of heat. He desperately tries to catch his breath, and stares dumbly at Dom's face, who graces him with a predatory smile.
"That is no kiss, Elwood," he grins and purses his lips in mock-disapproval. He brings up his hand again and swipes his thumb over Elijah's lower lip, which is puffy and red and saliva-slick. He can barely repress a shudder when he feels Elijah's chest move against his own, still heaving one deep breath after another.
When Dom's words finally register, Elijah's eyebrows shoot up in indignation. "It fucking well was," he scowls. "You could barely tag along, you-" but Dom claps his hand firmly over Elijah's lips, surprising all three of them.
"Oh that," Dom smirks after a long second, slowly removing his hand, smoothing the boy's flushed cheek. "Yeah... that was a kiss..."
And a bloody good one, he muses while he trails his hand and his eyes down Elijah's flimsy cotton t-shirt, resting his fingers on the waistband of well-worn jeans, feeling how those fierce blue eyes are practically boring holes in his skull.
"But this," he grumbles and quickly worms his hand in between their bodies, gently pushing Elijah backwards the slightest bit, creating just enough space to twist his hand and cup the erection that is still steadily pulsing against his stomach. "This is no kiss..."
All of a sudden, Billy makes a small, growling sound, and before Elijah is truly aware of it, Billy is on his knees behind him and he feels how a new body presses itself tightly against his back. He sees Billy's arms appear around his waist and notices how one hand joins Dom's between his thighs. When they both squeeze him gently through the worn fabric of his jeans, all he can do is whimper pathetically and close his eyes, his head falling back onto Billy's shoulder.
"God, he's hot," Billy murmurs close to Elijah's ear, and Dom hums softly. "Couldn't stay away, could you?" he grins and leans over Elijah's shoulder to kiss the Scot full on the mouth, drowning out his reply.
When they part, Billy's eyes are glazed over with a whole new kind of want, and he slides both hands under Elijah's t-shirt, pushing it up, rhythmically stroking and rubbing that still boy-soft stomach, causing Elijah to utter a harsh, guttural sound that shoots straight to the pit of Dom's stomach.
"Hang on," Dom mutters when he can tear his gaze away from the sight of his lover's hands on that sea of milky white skin. He grabs the hem of Elijah's t-shirt and pulls it all the way over his head, tossing it aside onto the chair, covering the now forgotten box of chocolates.
Billy smiles his approval and Dom covers his lips in a growling kiss once more, sliding his hands around Elijah's waist, moving past Billy's thighs to ultimately grab the Scot's ass roughly, pressing the three of them flush together.
"I could get used to this," Dom grits out, briefly kneading Billy's tight, denim-clad ass. "You should feel him, Bills."
Now that the squeezing hand is gone, Elijah welcomes the way he is pulled flat against Dom's taut body. He somehow finds that impossible half-inch in which to move his body and again he starts to rub his aching cock slowly against Dom's solid abdomen, opening his mouth to let out a blissful sigh, his eyes still closed, his head still on Billy's shoulder. When Billy's insistent fingers rub Elijah's startlingly dark nipples, the boy flinches visibly, and both Brits look at each other, letting go of one another at once.
For a few tantalising seconds the only sound in the room is Elijah's erratic breathing, and Dom places his hands flat on the boy's heaving chest, almost willing him to calm down.
"You want us to continue then, Doodle?" Dom asks, his voice soft and reassuring, bringing his hands up to the narrow shoulders that have more or less relaxed again. Elijah opens his eyes, and Dom notices a shyness there that he's never seen in the expressive face before.
"All I asked for was a kiss," comes a timid voice, and the boy's blue eyes look up at Dom from under impossibly long lashes, as if the eyes cannot decide to be either seductive or innocent. Dom smiles, sliding his hands over Elijah's upper arms, squeezing hard muscle underneath soft skin.
"And you got one," he grins, cupping Elijah's chin with one hand, pressing his mouth against still swollen lips once again. "And now you've got two." Billy chuckles softly and crosses his arms over Elijah's stomach, pushing his nose against the tiny, curly hairs in the boy�s neck.
"Do you like it when Dom kisses you?" Billy whispers, and brushes his lips against smooth skin, still nuzzling the soft, dark strands of hair. Elijah nods slowly, eyes still locked onto Dom's who unconsciously licks his lips. "Dom likes it too," Billy keeps whispering, slowly uncrossing his arms and lowering them again. "I can tell..." He flicks his tongue against Elijah's earlobe. "And I like to watch the two of you. You are beautiful together."
Elijah tries to look at Billy, but it's an impossible angle so he just continues to look at Dom instead. "I guess it's a bit more than I bargained for," he stammers and lowers his eyes, briefly feeling all of twelve years old. He looks up again, blush firmly in place. "I have never..."
"We know you have never," Dom cuts in quickly, offering a smile that is somewhere between friendly and feral. "But my guess is you'd like to do something about that, right?" He grins softly when Elijah nods his head after a few thoughtful seconds.
"So," Dom says, pulling Elijah's body closer again. "Do you want us to continue, or is this enough exploring for one day?" Elijah lets out a breathy, nervous giggle and, fearing his voice will desert him, simply scoots forward into Dom's lap, kissing him all over again.
"Aye," Billy rumbles, low in his throat, listening to the sounds they are making, sliding his hands over Elijah's back and scratching his nails across sensitive skin. "No need to show you how to do that..." He watches with satisfaction how the skin under his fingers shows angry red stripes where his nails just went, making the boy shiver with pleasure and moan for more against Dom's slick lips.
Just when Elijah's body starts looking for that little bit of friction again, Dom disentangles their hands and lips and gently pushes him those few inches backwards against Billy's chest. "Hold him, Bills," he mutters and reaches for the buttons on Elijah's jeans, popping them open one by one, never losing sight of those big blue eyes that seem to go impossibly wider as soon as Elijah realises what Dom is about to do.
"My God, will you look at that," Dom breathes and looks down, then up and into Elijah's eyes again. "I thought I was the only one to go commando in this part of the Shire, Elwood?" He pushes both parts of the jeans out of the way and blows cool air over a pearly drop of fluid on the head of Elijah's very sensitive erection. He smiles knowingly at Billy when a groaning Elijah closes his eyes again, and Dom allows his finger to draw tiny little circles around the purplish head, slicking it with the precum that is steadily gathering there.
You are fucking beautiful... Dom thinks and revels in the strong musky scent of teenage hormone-fuelled arousal, barely able to keep himself from running the flat of his tongue all the way down Elijah's weeping cock. A shiver runs down his spine, and he quickly looks up, locking eyes with Billy over Elijah's shoulder.
"What do you think, Billy," he asks, voice raspy and low, hands wandering around on Elijah's chest. He bends over Elijah's shoulder again for a quick, searing, open-mouthed kiss.
"Your hands or my mouth?"
Elijah's eyes fly wide open; Billy offers Dom an evil smirk. The Scot leans backwards then forwards a bit, cradling Elijah, rocking him very gently, making sure his crotch repeatedly misses contact with Dom's lap which causes Elijah to moan in frustration.
"I think you should ask him," Billy answers and frees one hand with which he uncovers the box of chocolates from under Elijah's abandoned t-shirt. He worms the lid off and tries to fumble a cherry chocolate out of one of the many tiny compartments. When he has finally dislodged one, he only bites the top off, careful not to spill any of the cherry liqueur inside.
Dom raises his eyebrows, but doesn't comment; instead he focuses on Elijah again, who is writhing involuntarily under Dom's teasing hands, clearly enjoying the brand new sensation of those long, skilful fingers playing with his painfully hard nipples, and Dom opens his mouth to repeat the question.
"Your mouth," Elijah breathes, before Dom can get a word out. "Please..."
"Impatient little bugger," Dom murmurs, a smile spreading on his face, secretly relieved with Elijah's choice. Right now, there's nothing he would rather do than close his lips around the head of Elijah's purplish, flushed cock. There's nothing he would rather do than look up through his lashes and witness the pretty boy come, knowing it is his mouth that can drive the boy to that edge, his tongue that will push him over. He grabs the already half-open jeans firmly in both hands and pulls them further down and off, leaving Elijah completely naked in Billy's arms.
"'s Not fair," Elijah starts to object weakly, but Billy effectively shuts him up by pouring the sticky contents of the chocolate treat onto his painfully rigid cock. Dom grumbles a throaty "fuck" in appreciation of Billy's action and then lowers his head to take Elijah's length into his mouth, making sure not one bit of chocolate or its filling is wasted.
And so Elijah gasps. He gasps and whimpers and struggles not to close his eyes but tries to force himself to look down. When he watches Dom's lips slide more than halfway down his cock, and he feels how a surprisingly talented tongue licks up the cherry and chocolate mixture in one smooth swipe, he inhales sharply and is certain he won't last more than a minute.
"Oh fuck," Elijah stammers, his unfocused eyes liquid with lust, obliterating the world around him, only aware of Dom's scorching mouth going almost all the way down on him. When his hips buck up involuntarily, he feels how Dom's hands are pressing down on his thighs, urging him to relax. Yet, the room is spinning, the world is totally out of his control, and the only thought left in Elijah's fevered brain is that he desperately needs to come.
Dom is setting a gripping pace, knowing full well that Elijah is too far gone to enjoy or appreciate any form of teasing. He senses Billy's arm stretching past him and hears the foil in the heart-shaped box rustle again. Seconds later, when he pulls back with hollowed cheeks, forcing a guttural grunt from Elijah's lungs, a new puddle of cherry-flavoured liquid is poured on hard, needy, saliva-slick flesh and Dom moves to lick it all off again.
While his hands are clumsily grabbing at Dom's hair, Elijah arches his back, shoulders pushing into Billy's chest and he lets out a loud moan, practically sobbing for release. Billy nudges the hollowed candy against Elijah's half-open mouth, sliding it in together with two of his fingers, painting those rosy lips dark with liquid chocolate.
"Taste, Elijah," he whispers, close to the boy's ear, loving the feel of Elijah's hot tongue circling the tips of his fingers. "Taste what Dom tastes." Elijah moans around Billy's fingers and bucks his hips violently again, trying to push past the cage of Dom's strong hands on his thighs, aching for still more friction.
"I need... oh, fuck..." the boy stammers once Billy has removed his fingers. "God, fuck, Billy... Dom..." Elijah vaguely registers the taste of chocolate on his tongue, yet he is shivering with a sudden craving for more - much much more - and spreads his thighs a little wider around Dom's waist.
"Another?"
There's that throaty whisper again and for half a second Elijah wonders if Billy is a mind reader. The other half of that second informs Elijah that he is dangerously close to toppling over the edge, and the fuzzy tingling in his legs and small of his back and the blatant sounds of Dom noisily sucking him off, make him woozy and incoherent when he tries to say yes.
Elijah is close. He is oh so close and all he really wants to do is look down again. Yet he knows that watching his cock slide in and out of his best friend's mouth, and realising how wanton and exposed he truly is, might very well be the beginning of the end, so instead he forces himself to watch how Billy's fingers worm the last heart shaped cherry chocolate from the ugly pink box.
Billy bites off the top again and holds the dribbling sweet close to Elijah's lips. He dips one finger in the cherry liquid, pushing the coated digit past the boy's lips quickly, and empties the rest of the syrupy stuff on the boy's by now very slick and shiny cock.
"It's the last one, Dommie," Billy says, voice thick with lust as he watches Dom's rhythmic sucking between Elijah's smooth thighs and feels Elijah's breathe leave his lungs in short, sharp, desperate gasps, indicating he's about to climax.
Billy knows he's right when Elijah thrashes his head to the side and bucks up roughly into Dom's mouth while howling something unintelligible. Dom pulls his lips back forcefully one last time and fists Elijah's cock; pulls up one-two-three times and watches how Elijah comes in thick, smooth, pulsing jets, shuddering in Billy�'s arms, his back rigid, both hands frantically clawing in Dom's hair.
"Here, pretty," Billy whispers, brushing what's left of the chocolate gently against Elijah's lips, teasing him briefly, then allowing the boy to suck the candy into his mouth. He is still cradling Elijah who is slowly coming off his high and he can actually feel how the boy's hammering heart gradually returns to normal as his breathing evens out.
"Next time you want this, you only have to ask, okay?" Dom grins, holding the empty box up side down, rolling his eyes slightly. "No need to eat Billy's Valentine's gift."
Billy chuckles behind Elijah and in turn the boy can't help but giggle. "I like chocolate..." he mumbles, smiling happily, eyes glazed and sated. "Like it very much..."
Dom gets onto his feet, motioning for Billy to help Elijah stand up as well. "We noticed, Lijah," he says and offers up the cheekiest grin he can muster. "Yet I am sure you're going to like it even better when we take all this into the bedroom where you can undress me and then Billy and we can do all kinds of beautiful and unspeakable things to each other and it will be as good as the chocolate you just ate."
Dom softly strokes Elijah's face, in which huge blue eyes have grown even wider with anticipation and want. He kisses him on sweet, chocolate-flavoured lips and cups both hands firmly around the boy's tight ass.
"In fact..." Billy adds, nudging both Elijah and Dom across the threshold and into the bedroom.
"It will be better than chocolate."
~fin~
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