Tiny Ipods and a Very Small Cigarette
By Lexi Mirkwood
"That's not how you eat peanut butter."
"Who made you the peanut butter police?"
"You have to have it on something like bread, not eat it with a spoon."
Elijah looked at Dom for a long minute. Then he dipped the spoon into the peanut butter and ran the back of it up Dom's forearm.
"You mean like this?"
Leaning across the table he licked it back off in one long swipe of his tongue. Then he stood up and wandered back to the set giggling softly, leaving Dom to adjust the front of his Merry costume as he sat staring at the jar.
**
This incident marked the start of what came to be known as the peanut butter wars. In which Elijah found the door handle to his trailer covered in the crunchy variety, upon which he returned the favour by getting Viggo to draw a decorative and highly lewd picture in smooth on Dom's make-up mirror.
The pranks continued until finally, to the great relief of those on set who had suffered through the period of unrelieved sexual tension, they woke together one morning, sticky and smelling slightly of salt and peanut oil.
So when Lost needed an imaginary sandwich filling Dom lobbied hard for peanut butter and sent a message to Elijah via network television.
**
"Oh, and Lij, don't forget those," said Dom waving vaguely at the jars that still remained in Elijah's lap.
Elijah lunged across the car into the driver's seat knocking another jar onto the floor.
"Dom, are you going to do up your pants?"
"What?" said Dom turning back toward the car. "Fuck," he said his hands grabbing at his jeans as Elijah fell back into the seat giggling.
"See, you are still in trouble, Lij," replied Dom buttoning up the fly.
"Nothing new there then," said Elijah. "I'm sure I can make it up to you, though," he said bending down and picking up one of the jars and brandishing it in Dom's direction.
"Better hurry peanut boy or I'm going to start without you," said Dom as he walked up the path to his front door.
Elijah clambered out of the car and followed Dom toward the house clutching a jar in his hand. They were both fairly eager to get things started and so they weren't wasting any time as they crashed loudly into the house. Dom was first into the living room where he pulled up short.
"Uh hello guys," said Dom seeing Josh, Emilie and Ian sitting on his couch, drinking beer and eating pizza.
Elijah had not been able to stop in time and ran straight into the back of Dom, and as he took in the people on the couch, he whispered in his ear "Bet you're glad you did your jeans up now."
Dom turned to glare at Elijah who was grinning widely, well aware that he was teasing an already fairly unstable person and might regret it later.
"Remember we arranged to meet tonight, to watch movies and drink beer?" offered Josh helpfully.
"We bought snacks and everything," said Emilie. "As did your friend, apparently."
Elijah looked down at the jar in his hand and smirked.
"We'll go," said Ian starting to stand up.
"No that's fine guys, you stay, I want to show Elijah the set anyway," said Dom quickly. "Save some pizza - we'll be back later."
"Well, nice meeting you all," said Elijah as Dom grabbed his arm and pulled him from the room. "I'm Elijah by the way!" he threw over his shoulder.
Dom dragged Elijah down the path and all but threw him into the passenger seat, muttering curses under his breath as he did.
As they drove toward the set Dom was silent - his knee twitching with impatience.
"You can't still be mad with me, I didn't invite all those people over."
"The gods are conspiring against us," he growled.
"A little melodramatic there, don't you think? Where are we going anyway?"
"Like I said, I'm going to show you the set."
Dom pulled the car up outside an anonymous looking warehouse in down town Honolulu.
"Come on, Elijah," he said climbing out of the car and stalking up the path. Elijah hurried to catch up with him and reached him just as Dom used a swipe card to let them into the building. Then he led Elijah through a winding series of corridors until they were standing in the caves set.
"Aren't these the caves with the dead people in them?" said Elijah looking around.
"It's make believe Lijah, even ABC doesn't have enough power to get real dead bodies."
"Gosh Dom, it's all pretend? Are you sure?" said Elijah making his eyes wide with surprise
"Fuck off."
"It looks cool though," Elijah took a step toward Dom. "Are you still angry with me?"
"Maybe. Come over here I want to show you something."
"You know I've seen that before."
"Not that you idiot, it's something else."
Elijah wandered over to the dark corner of the set where Dom was standing.
"When we first started filming, we all hid something important on set for good luck."
Dom flipped over a rock and there in the sand lay a Frodo action figure in goblin armour.
"You're in love with Frodo?"
"I'm in love with you, stupid, but they don't make Elijah action figures."
"They should, you know."
"Should what?"
"Should make Elijah Wood action figures."
"Yeah, it'd be a huge seller that one, it could come with its own couch, a tiny ipod and a very small cigarette."
"I think they'd sell plenty," said Elijah, sounding a little upset.
"Enough talking I think," said Dom, ignoring Elijah's pouty look and pushing him hard up against a polystyrene cave wall. His fingers rapidly undid each button on his shirt, planting a kiss on each piece of bare skin as it was revealed to him. When the shirt was hanging open completely he grabbed the jar from Elijah's hands, untwisted the lid and pushed three fingers into the peanut butter, smearing it down Elijah's chest.
"See? We should have been doing this like three hours ago," said Dom the frustration clear in his voice.
"Yes, but then we would have been all naked and peanuty when your friends arrived."
"True," said Dom leaning in to kiss Elijah enthusiastically. He broke away. "I missed you Lij."
"Same here," replied Elijah biting on his lip as he looked down at his chest. "So - are you going to lick that off or what?"
"Pushy little bastard, aren't you."
"You didn't answer the question Dom," said Elijah, softly brushing his hand over the front of Dom's jeans.
Dom pushed back into the touch. "God, I want to fuck you so much."
"Hang on there, buddy. First, you send a secret message on national television, which I might say won't have been a secret to anyone from the Fellowship. Then you act all pissy when I get here and then you think you are going to fuck me?"
While he was talking he managed to flip their positions so that now he had Dom pressed hard against the wall.
"I really think it's going to the other way round actually," said Elijah softly.
"Are you sure you're up to it?" said Dom his voice a low rumble as he bent his head and licked off one stripe of the peanut butter with a long slow swipe of his tongue.
"I've never had any trouble before," said Elijah his voice slightly ragged at the edges.
"I wouldn't want to break your concentration then," murmured Dom repeating the action with his tongue and the next stripe of peanut butter.
"I'll be fine," said Elijah, his voice pitched distinctly higher as he struggled to focus. He leaned in and kissed Dom hard on the lips pushing his tongue deep - tasting peanut butter. As he did he ran his finger up his chest scooping of the last stripe of peanut butter into his fingers. Breaking the kiss he offered his fingers to Dom who sucked them into this mouth making Elijah moan as his tongue swirled around each one cleaning them thoroughly.
Elijah reached down and unbuttoned Dom's jeans, running his finger along the hard length. Dom pushed his hips forward seeking more contact.
"I want to watch you touch yourself, Dom," said Elijah, wrapping Dom's hand around his own cock and then adding his own over the top.
"Oh fuck," breathed Dom as their hands started to move together.
Dom's other hand tightened round the back of Elijah's neck and pulled him forward claiming his mouth in a kiss, his tongue slipping in and out in time with the strokes on his cock. It wasn't long until Dom pushed forward hard moaning into Elijah's mouth as he came.
Elijah lifted their joined fingers to Dom's mouth who proceeded to lick them clean.
"Better than peanut butter?" asked Elijah .
Dom's eyes were closed and he murmured something incomprehensible.
"What did you say, baby?" questioned Elijah leaning closer to Dom.
"You said something about fucking me I think?" he said as he opened his eyes.
"I believe that I did."
Elijah glanced around looking for convenient place to make good on his promise, he shucked his jeans off and wandered over and sat back on a nearby airline seat.
"Please make sure your tray table is stowed...." murmured Elijah, his hand moving up and down his own erection.
Dom snagged the lube out of the pocket of his discarded jeans and followed him across the cave. Kneeling in front of him, Dom replaced Elijah's hand with his own lube slick fingers and started to stroke him hard.
"And your seat is in the locked and in the upright position," Elijah managed before Dom quickly straddled him and lowered himself hard and fast. Elijah's breath hissed out through his teeth in surprise, his fingers tightening on Dom's hips.
"Missed me?" said Dom softly, the slightly feral look he got whenever he was with Elijah flaring in his grey eyes.
"God yeah," Elijah moaned as he pushed up hard into Dom almost pushing him off his lap in his enthusiasm.
"Mmm - I can tell."
Dom started to move up and down and Elijah clung hard to his hips trying to pull himself deeper.
"Don't stop - that feels so good, Dom, I'm not going to last long."
Elijah sat up more in the seat and the change in angle caused his cock to hit Dom's prostate with each thrust. Dom yelped and moved more enthusiastically in Elijah's lap watching as the younger man came undone underneath him. Elijah pushed up one last time his eyes going wide as he came hard. His head dropped back against the seat and Dom followed him latching onto his mouth his tongue pressing inside. Finally he pulled away and stared down at Elijah whose pale skin was flushed and his eyes glazed.
"Fucking hell that was awesome."
"I'd better send secret messages to you more often."
***~~~***
A few minutes later they were slightly recovered, partially dressed and lying sprawled on an Oceanic Airways blanket.
"It's not going to be very conducive to the castaways getting laid, what with everyone sleeping in the same cave," said Elijah suddenly.
"No one is getting laid on the show."
"No one is getting laid yet. But they are going to be stuck on that island for a good long while."
Dom ignored him and there was silence as he ran his fingers through Elijah's dark brown hair.
"I guess Charlie could always meet up with Sawyer on the beach."
"What?" squeaked Dom, his voice going up a notch in surprise.
"Well the ratio of girls to boys sucks, so Charlie's gonna have to find his loving elsewhere. Sawyer looks like a nice Southern boy."
"Charlie is so not gay. He has been having all those relations with women, the script says so."
"Uh huh whatever you say," said Elijah laughing that husky giggle that always sent shivers down Dom's spine.
"That's it, you are not to watch the show any more," said Dom, trying to sound stern.
"But what if I miss the next secret message you have for me?" laughed Elijah
"Shut up now," said Dom kindly.
Miraculously, Elijah managed to stay silent for a grand total of ten minutes.
"Do you think your friends will have gone home yet?"
Dom glanced down at his watch. "Probably, why?"
"Well I think it's time we went back to your place and I finally got to see your bedroom."
"The bedspread is new, there will be no peanut butter in the bedroom."
"We'll see. Take me home Dom."
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