MiraculousPart 1"No, honestly, hand on my heart, Bill, I've never fucked Elijah." My only excuse for offering up this revelation is that we were steaming drunk, both of us, relaxing in Billy's trailer, one dark and stormy night in New Zealand. Billy cast me a look of patent disbelief. "Fuck off, Monaghan, you've been at it like rabbits for fucking months! Don't ask me to believe you've never...?" He put the empty whiskey glass down on the floor where he was sitting, and gazed up at me, his best friend, sitting in his chair, and blushing like a virgin. I shook my head, unable to speak. "Wha...?", he managed, leaning back on the bed settee like the tired, drunken soul that he was. "I've kissed him, and... blown him, but that's all, Bill. Honest. He's...saving himself for the one he loves...he said." Fuck it! "Doesn't he love you then, Dommie?" How I hate that fucking name! Billy's owlish eyes looked at me, blearily. "Dunno, mate. Subject's never come up. He wants me and I want him, that's all." Bloody Liar! My mind drifted back to the first kiss behind the bikesheds. Well, actually, it was behind Elrond's chamber, in Rivendell. Lighe had gone out for a fag. Desperate for a drag, he was, poor little bugger. If I ever see that Hartnett, I'll put one on him, as God is my witness! Encouraging the lad to smoke like that! "Okay, Lighe?", I asked, as I saw him leaning against a particularly beautiful wooden screen, with a wistful expression on his little face. Ah! Bless! He stared at me in that unfocussed way he sometimes has, and shrugged his shoulders. "Guess so, Sblomie. I feel a bit...out of it, today, y'know."He shifted his Hobbit feet, idly, in the fallen leaves, and looked at the ground. "I guess I'm a bit lonely, dude.", he sighed. "I need..." He had an expression of absolute fucking longing on his shining morning face. What he needed I didn't ask. I didn't stop to think - I just took him in my arms and kissed the little bugger. I couldn't help it. He just looked so fucking kissable! My lips found an answering heat in his, and he sank into my embrace, sighing into my mouth. His hot breath raised the hairs on the back of my neck. Something else also rose between us. His and mine. He was beautiful, and he tasted like...summer. He giggled. God, what a sound! "Guess that answers one question, then." "What's that?", I managed, when I could finally breathe - trying to remember the rhythm... In. Out. In. Out. "Do you want me?" He gazed into my eyes, his fingers trembled on my cheek. God, I wanted him, all right. Wanted him in every way known to man. I nodded. "Tonight?" I asked, hopefully, pulling away from him with reluctance. "Tonight. My place...about nine.", he answered, brushing the ash off Mr Frodo's brown velvet, with fingers that were far from steady. "Everyone...On set, PLEASE!", Caro's stentorian accents split the air. The moment passed, as moments do. It was in that moment... taking my hands off his trembling body, longing to put them back on him - anywhere!... that I realized that I was in love with Elijah Jordan Wood, bachelor and virgin of this Parish. Aged eighteen. God! How fucked up was that? We went back to work. I wasn't thinking straight - no pun intended - but I did my best, as always. "What's up with you, you daft cunt! You've stepped on my Foot twice already. God, Dom...what?" Billy stared at me, shaking my arm. He was my best mate - should I tell him? I told him. "Fuck me! Little Lij?", he coughed, incredulous. "You and Little Lij?" "Stop calling him that, you know he hates it!" I punched him on the arm, to reinforce my point. Billy grinned. "I know! That's why I do it!" His face took on a more serious expression. "Be careful, Sblom. he's only..." "A fucking baby - yes, I'd worked that out! Everybody's fucking pet!Bill - he's a baby with a hard on - and it was for me! Shit! What am I supposed to do? Ignore it? Billy, love - I want him.", I ended, quietly. "Just be careful - you're a mad fucker, Dom, my friend. Don't either of you get hurt - that's all!" I was careful. I arrived at Elijah's house promptly at nine, washed, shaved and deodorised, bearing a bottle of very nice wine, and carrying lube and condoms secreted in my jacket pocket. The Boy Scouts would be proud of me - Monaghan, the ever prepared! |