Virgin Territory(Author�s Note: Denotes entries in Elijah�s diary � denotes Elijah�s thoughts)Part 2 - Cry Me a River Elijah didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Dom was on top form, laughing and joking with Billy, and teasing Orli about his new lavender shirt. "But it's a great shirt, man!", Orli protested. "My mother sent..." Dom sniffed dismissively. "Where did she get it, Orli? Oxfam? - charity shop", he expanded for the benefit of his American auditors. "Like a thrift store?", Elijah asked, hesitantly. Dom smiled at him. His knees went weak. "Yeah", Dom replied. Orli vigorously defended the invisible merits of his newest garment, while Elijah stared in horror at Dom's legs. Dom's legs were encased in black leather, and through this black leather, Elijah could see corded muscle, and drop-dead gorgeous thighs. Legs!, he though, in abject misery. Legs, now, to add to the list! He sunk his head in his hands. A visit to the - what did Dom call it? - the loo, was imminent. At the precise moment he was about to leave, Dom rose from his seat, to "get the bevvies in", as he put it. Elijah watched Dom walk to the bar, his beautifully formed ass defined and limned by the leather clinging to it. Elijah squawked, and made a dash for the rest room. He rushed in, and slammed the cubicle door, bolting it with a hard push. A few seconds later, the outer door opened, and Orli's voice floated over the top of the cubicle. "Are you all right, mate? Man, you gave us a bit of a fright running off like that!" Elijah took a deep breath. "Fine, thanks, Orli. Just needed to go quick, y'know - left it a bit too long..." "Ok, Lij. I'll go back, then!" The door clicked behind him, and Elijah was alone. How can I stand fucking months - years, of this?, he thought, nearly in tears. He unzipped his jeans, and reached for his ...the door opened again. "Lighe?" softly. Fuck! "Yeah?" "You ok? The boys said you rushed off. Billy said your face was all twisted, like in pain. Are you in pain, love?" Love! "Yeah, a bit!" Too true! Elijah ran his hand along his erection. Hell, he was hot! And Dom's voice was making him hotter, and harder. His hand started moving of its own volition. He couldn't wait! "D'you want me to take you home, babe?" Love - now *Babe!* Oh, keep talking! "No!" "Lighe? You sound ill - open the door!" "No! I'm...ugh...oh!.. fine! Go away!" "Not until you come out! I don't believe you, mate! Something's wrong!" Elijah tried hard to control his breathing, but the final loud gasp as he came, had a touch of desperation about it. Dom heard it. "Lighe - open this fucking door, or I'll break it down! I swear, I will!" Dom banged on the door. Billy came in, and touched Dom's arm. "What's up with him, Dom? Is he ill?" "I don't know, Bills, but he won't open the fucking door! Lighe!" The flushing water covered the sounds inside, and slowly the door opened. There stood Elijah, flushed and tear stained, and still trembling. He went to the sink, and washed his hands mechanically "I'm ok, really!" He looked at the concerned faces of his friends, and burst into tears. Dom took him in his arms, and Billy put a hand around his shoulder. "Look, Lighe. we're your pals, mate! What is it? We can help!" Elijah sobbed into Dom's inviting shoulder. No you can't! Not with this! "I'm just tired, Dom! I want to go home!" Fuck! I sound like a teenage girl with her first period! "I want to go home!" Shit! Well, that was an unmitigated bloody fucking disaster! Except for Dom holding me, which was....sweet! Yeah, they brought me home, all right! Dom insisted on coming in, and helping me undress, and shower, and tucking me up in bed! Thank god I was too fucking tired by this time to react to his nearness by getting hard from it! He was very gentle with me, and, though I wasn't really drunk, I was sick, and he held my head while I threw up, and wiped my face with a damp wash cloth afterwards. Sweet! By then, I'd recovered a bit, and I must confess, I felt a bit of a prick (no pun intended) - so I told him I was homesick, which, I thought was a brilliant excuse, on the spur of the moment! He looked at me in a funny way - I don't know how, I was past caring by then - and he took me into my room, and put me in bed, and held my hand - until I fell asleep, I expect. The next thing I knew, the alarm was going off - four thirty am - half an hour ago. Too tired to make plans for today. I will concentrate on being normal, today - well, as normal as a geek like me can be. It was a hard day for all four Hobbits. Running, sliding, hiding, getting wet - by the time Pete shouted, "that's it for today, guys! Enjoy your day off, tomorrow - it'll be months before you get another one!", all they wanted to do was have a quiet beer, sit around and chill out. At least, Orli and Billy decided the agenda, Dom, Sean and Elijah all nodded in agreement, too tired to speak. Dom cooked dinner at his place, it was tidier than the others apartments. Revived by Coq Au Vin, with stir-fry for Orli, they drifted onto the sofas and lay there like limp seaweed draped over rocks. "Tv?", Billy suggested. They all shook their heads. "Dvd? Poker? Chess? Twister?" Dom sniggered. "Who in the hell would have enough energy for Twister, Bill, you daft cunt!" "I do!", said Orli, having had a quieter day than the other four. "Leave me out of it!", Sean said, with his eyes shut. "Oh, come on, you tarts! We can't just have Orli twisting on his own! I'll do it! Lighe?" Elijah jumped at the sound of his name - of Dom saying his name. It sounded...nice. "Um, no, thanks - don't think so." Dom came over to him, and peered in his face. "Still feeling queasy, love?", he asked gently. Damn! He couldn't have Dom thinking he was a bloody baby, could he? "Oh, ok - I'm in", he sighed, getting up, not answering Dom's question. "Where's the mat?" In ten minutes, Orli had his head under Elijah's arm, and his foot between Dom's legs. Elijah was balancing with his head on Dom's shoulder, and Dom was trying to bite Orli's bum. They were all shrieking with laughter. "Move. Lij. it's your bloody turn!", cried Orli, and Elijah moved his arm, bringing his face up to near Dom's chin. He could feel the warm breath on his hair. Oh! Did Dom just kiss his hair? No, of course not! Why would he? Then Dom moved, and they all fell onto the mat, hysterical with tired laughter. "Oh, that was good, man! I needed a laugh!", Orli said, as he collapsed next to Elijah on the floor. "Are we all ready for tomorrow, then?" Billy sighed. "Orli, I don't think white water rafting is a good idea, mate. We're all too tired, and little Lij especially..." Elijah was pissed. Baby Lij again! I can make up my own mind, thanks! "I want to go", he said, looking Billy straight in the eyes, daring him to call him "Little Lij" again. "Anyone else up for it? Sean?" (no chance!) "Dom?" Oh, say yes, dude! Please! "Might be fun!", Dom nodded, "if we're careful! Fuck, we've spent enough time in bloody canoeing practise the last few months to know our way around water. Me, you and Lighe, then", he said, looking at Billy. "What will you two do? Sean?" "I've got a good book I want to finish..." Everyone groaned. "Sean! Where's your spirit of adventure?", Orli teased. Sean smiled. "Back in LA with my wife and daughter." "Bills?", Dom asked. "Well, I'll come and watch you mad buggers, but no-one is getting me on a raft, so don't even think about it, Monaghan". Elijah was so tired, he'd gone to sleep, his head on Orli's shoulder. Dom looked at him. "Poor little bastard! He's worn out! I'll put him in my spare bed, and you lot come by at nine and pick us up. Ok?" Dom lifted Elijah up - no mean feat, he was heavier than he looked - and carried him to bed. Apart from dropping his head onto Dom's shoulder, he didn't wake. After a minute, Dom came back. "Sean - help me get him undressed, will you? He's a dead fucking weight! I didn't realise he had so much muscle..." Sean went with Dom into the bedroom. There lay Elijah, fast asleep, with his t-shirt half way up his chest, and his jeans unfastened. Dom had managed to get his trainers and socks off, but that was all. Sean held Elijah up, while Dom slipped his shirt off, then they both tugged at his jeans, until they got them past his knees. From there it was easy. He lay there in his striped boxers, like a Botticelli angel. One hand curled up on his cheek, and the other on his chest. Dom looked at him for a long moment, then covered him gently with the comforter. He kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, baby", he said. Sean patted Dom on the shoulder. "Come on, buddy! Let's play poker!" Dom smiled. "Yeah, great", he said. |