Chapter Five
The question is answered for him as Elijah wakes up. "Dom?" a sleepy voice asks softly. "What are you doing?" When Elijah turns his head to the side he notices Dom sitting on the floor, hand hanging in mid-air. Knowing it is no use lying to Elijah, Dom smiles at him and confesses.
"I was touching your baby spots." Lij grins softly, sits up and looks at Dom a little self-consciously. "My what?" he whispers. Surely he didn't hear correctly. Dom stares at him, slightly embarrassed, searching for words. "You still have such soft skin, it always reminds me of how soft newborn babies are." Elijah almost wants to snort after hearing Dom's shy confession, but checks himself in time to realise how endearing it really is.
So, instead, he stares into Dom's eyes and - there it is again - for a split-second he is hit by that... thing; that image... That microscopic bit of knowledge in the back of his mind, that tries to make its way to the forefront of his thoughts. This emotional little picture that has been entering his mind on and off for the past few months, or has it been much longer...? It sometimes makes him want to laugh and cry with happiness, unable to understand its force or meaning, and at other times it makes him sit still and explore the feeling and then cry with disbelief and yet happiness again. It is this feeling he always has right after sharing something precious with Dom. This beautiful, emotional image in his scattered brain that, for some odd reason, is being chased and then crushed by Confusion all the time.
Confusion. Fuck. Confusion is rapidly becoming a boring, predictable spouse, for fuck's sake. And, more importantly, somebody like Franka (or even her fucking ring) causing Confusion to enter his brain is something he will be able to handle in the end. But Dom? His friend, his soulmate, his lover? Dom is not supposed to fuck him up. And he instantly realises that it is Elijah, not Dom, who allows Confusion to do that. So could anyone please explain to him why he had ever allowed Confusion into his life?
Temporarily pushing Confusion away, locking it up in the deepest, darkest dungeon of his conscious mind, he decides he likes Dom's attention. "Where?" he asks, teasing, a mischievous glint finally entering his eyes. Dom repeats his previous movements, touching his hair, his cheek and the inside of his arm. "I planned on finding more spots, but you woke up," he admits, pulling a sad face to illustrate his point. Lij laughs briefly - oh shit, who turned on the lights in this room? - and Dom grins sheepishly.
In one fluent movement, Elijah slides off the couch and crawls close to Dominic's body on all fours. "Kiss me," he whispers hoarsely, straddling Dom's outstretched legs and draping his arms around Dom's neck, locking his lips on Dom's neck. "Kiss me," he breathes again. "And make me come."
And such words always do the trick. Dom encompasses Elijah's lips with his own and his tongue laps at the feline little teeth Dom always wants to feel around his nipples. Elijah is pliant in his arms, too exhausted to give much himself, but for now Dom is happy to take the lead without getting a lot in return. He wraps his arms around Lij, one hand cupping the back of Elijah's head, stroking and pulling softly at his silky hair, the other pressing against Lij's arse, kneading it roughly and pulling him close, causing him to grind against the hard ridge that is Dom's painfully swollen cock. He wants to pleasure Elijah, make him forget the terrible day that has just ended, make him forget that woman and her sodding ring, but, most of all, make sure Lij forgets, full stop.
He sucks fiercely on Lij's bottom lip and Elijah whimpers, louder even as Dom swirls his tongue around Elijah's and explores the depth of his hot, wet mouth, enjoying the white-hot sparks that travel from his stomach to his groin and back. Suddenly, Dom releases Elijah and pushes him on his back. Elijah looks up at him, mild surprise and lingering fire in his eyes. He wants to speak, but Dom wordlessly presses a finger against Lij's pink, swollen lips, urging him to stay quiet. Dom sits back a bit more, so that any physical contact with Elijah is broken, and he waits, just watching Elijah's chest move with his heavy breathing and marvelling at his glazed, unearthly blue stare locked onto his own. Right when Elijah is about to say something anyway, Dom moves his hands towards him, and he decides to remain silent.
Dom's fingers start to tug at Lij's shirt. He pushes it up, brushing his hands across Lij's sensitive nipples and is rewarded with a groan. He bundles the shirt in his hands, pulls it over Lij's head and tosses it over his shoulder. Elijah feels the cool air against his skin and shivers a bit. Dom sits back once more, obviously enjoying the view. "Another one of those spots, honey," he whispers and makes a move as if to touch the pale skin of his chest. To Elijah's frustration, he doesn't. The hand just hovers in mid-air again, and, grinning ever so softly, Dom decides to withdraw it, placing it in his lap, watching his fingers curl around the fabric of his own shirt.
Elijah is tired. The whole day has worn him out and now he finds himself seriously wondering whether he is enjoying this or not. When he saw Dom's hand coming towards him, every fibre in his body was screaming for it, every nerve strained, waiting for the fire to hit. But it doesn't hit. He looks at Dom's hand, follows it as it retracts into Dom's lap, watches it play with the hem of Dom's pyjama top.
Goddammit Dom, will you lay your fucking hands on me already?!
Elijah suddenly realises he said that out loud and looks at Dom with a shy smirk on his face. Dom laughs softly, patience was never Elijah Wood's middle name either. "I mean it, Dom," he continues. "No more games." Dom takes his hand and helps him up. "Let's go then," he whispers against Lij's hair and leads the young man into his bedroom. "Lay down. I'll make it good." Elijah does just that, he lies on his back on the bed and looks at Dom with a wanting gleam in his eyes. Dom lowers his own body, now rid of the clothing he wore earlier, and settles by Elijah's side. He nuzzles the dark hair and whispers softly in his ear. "You that tired, baby?" to which Lij's only response is a short nod while he stretches his arms above his head. He lazily closes his eyes. "Keep them closed Lij," Dom whispers. "Let it wash over you. We live to serve." He grins, but shudders as he looks down at Elijah's body: wanton, dependent, hard, beautiful.
His.
Slow and slick this time, Dom's tongue wanders around in Lij's mouth, learning it all over again. One hand is behind his own head, propping it up, the other trails gingerly over Lij's stomach, another baby spot, moving slowly but steadily towards the sweats Lij is still wearing and he pushes them to Lij's knees and off. One of Lij's hands has travelled back from the headboard and has come to rest on his own chest, where he starts rubbing the taut flesh while occasionally flicking a ferociously precise index finger across his nipple. With his eyes still closed, the combined effort of Dom's mouth on his, Dom's hand stroking the insides of his thighs, not to mention his own skillful little hand teasing his most sensitive spots, soon has Elijah breathing in hard and ragged gasps, already bucking slightly into Dom's hand that has now closed determinedly around his cock.
He has started biting more than kissing Dom's lips, which, in turn, makes Dom go down Lij's body, scraping along his soft neck, fastening his mouth over the neglected nipple, sucking it until it is hard as rock and almost painful to the touch. He licks his way down across the flat expanses of Lij's smooth stomach and sucks the tattooed flesh into his mouth, which makes Lij writhe and gasp his name. Dom briefly rests his cheek on Lij's stomach, flicking his tongue in and out of his navel.
"Your stubble tickles," Lij grins, squirming. It makes Dom smile softly to himself. He slowly lifts his head, causing his stubble to scratch a bit more and, consequently, Lij to squirm a bit more. He then draws a wet trail down Elijah's stomach, nipping at the edges of his navel, eliciting a sound from Lij that exists somewhere between a giggle and a strangled groan. Dom smiles again, pleased with the fact that he can still stir the hormonal fires in this exhausted body, that he can still snap Lij out of the thinking, the rationalising.
"Good?" Dom asks and only gets an exasperated groan in return. He nips again, a bit harder now, and a harsh "Aaah!" escapes from Lij's mouth. Involuntarily, he bucks his hips violently, and Dom understands he should quit the stalling and move on. "Too much?" he asks instead and places himself over Lij's body on all fours, his mouth inches away from Lijah's. "I can stop if it's too much for your fragile little body," he remarks innocently. Lij glares through his lashes, a feral grin forming around his saliva slick lips. "Don't even fucking think about it, Sblom." He lifts his head only slightly and kisses Dom, his tongue first - tracing the small opening between Dom's lips and then meeting his tongue - lips not far behind. Before Dom can get carried away with the kiss, Lij lowers his head again and locks with Dom's eyes. "Blow me, Dom," he says in his abused, raspy voice. "And make it fucking good." Dom laughs softly. "We live to serve," he repeats his earlier words.
Moving down once more, he hears Elijah sigh in anticipation and a shiver runs across his spine as soon as he feels the softstrong body underneath him go pliant, almost submissive. He closes his hand around Elijah's cock and runs it from the milky wet top down to its base. He releases and repeats the action. Elijah is very hard, and Dom hears him sigh and then groan as he squeezes the tip of his cock gently, causing more drops of precum to gather at the top. Dom continues to stroke the twitching cock, firmly now, and eases the tears of precum along the length of it. Then he lets his mouth follow his hand, taking Elijah by surprise, and his cock deep in his throat.
"Oh, man," Lij moans, eyes closed. Dom settles his body between Elijah's wide open thighs, circles his arms around Lij's stomach and against his arse, and suddenly Dom realises he couldn't be more comfortable, more at home, than right here, wrapped around Elijah's hot, inviting, pulsating body.
He returns his thoughts to Lij's beautiful, rock hard cock, and pulls out the tricks. He continuously swallows around the glistening wet cock with as much suction as he can and then stretches out an arm to pry his middle finger between Lij's wet lips, teasing his tongue. Elijah wastes absolutely no time sucking ferociously on the long slender finger. 'It does drive him wild,' Dom muses and moves his finger to play with Lij's tongue a bit more. Moans erupt around it, and Lij's own hands, previously busy clawing the sheets, now return to his chest once more. He always needs to rub there, needs that constant, dirty friction on his nipples. He stretches his neck, looks down at Dom, then thrashes his head back onto the covers and lays there wantonly, legs open, breath laboured and, best of all, Dom surely taking him to the end of all things.
He withdraws his slick finger, and before Lij can moan the loss, Dom is tracing it down, searching, finding and then resolutely pushing into his entrance. Lij bucks up from the bed, to hell with patience. Soon, another finger. Dom knows Elijah is getting closer, because Elijah has started his familiar, ragged chant.
Dom closes his eyes and listens to Elijah's breathless litany of curses and commands and pleas, while he maintains his steady rhythm, carefully applying more suction and finally, finally, increasing speed. "Make me come," Lij rasps between gritted teeth, over and over again. "I fucking need to come."
Such a simple request, but the words are loaded with want. At this point they only spell selfish lust and total abandon but Dom can't get enough of them, chanted as they are by a soaring, greedy Elijah.
Elijah, who is blindly dependent and at Dom's mercy; who is shamelessly displaying his dirty, wanton desire, and whose deliciously filthy chant almost sends Dom off into his own orgasm. But Dom checks himself with great effort and maintains his steadily increasing rhythm. Not yet. Not yet.
Lips and fingers, moving faster and faster now, causing rational thought to leave Lij's brain, together with the peripheral view of the bedroom, the bed, even Dom himself. All swallowed up in the unfocused vortex of his lust, the unbearable need to come, this unconditional surrender to a screaming body that he barely recognises as his own.
And Dom makes it good. He makes it fucking good. He makes it fucking good and hard and nasty and raw and then Elijah's breath hitches and his balls tighten and he comes in long, painful, hot spurts, some in Dom's mouth and some under Dom's watchful eyes, shuddering violently and crying out an obscene prayer, begging for the feeling never to stop.
Chapter Six
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