Virgin Territory(Author�s Notes: Denotes entries in Elijah�s diary � denotes Elijah�s thoughts)Part 6 - Discovering Things "Dom! Sblom! Oh, god! Wake Up!" Dom opened his eyes, and blinked. His face was wet. Elijah was leaning over him, his luminous eyes filled with tears. Dom could see his lips quivering in the moonlight shining through the window. Dom had been dreaming, again, as he did every night. He had watched, as, in slow motion, Elijah tumbled into the turbulent river water; watched the dawning look of horror on the face he loved so much, as it disappeared under the foam. His throat was raw. He'd been crying. "Oh, Dom - what's ...? What's wrong!", Elijah asked, putting his hand up to wipe away Dom's tears. Dom couldn't stop himself. He pulled Elijah into his arms, and buried his face in his neck, still weeping. "I nearly lost you, Lighe! I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you! I lov..." "Dom?", Elijah spoke into Dom's wild hair. "Dom?" Dom raised his head up from the niche it had found between Elijah's neck and shoulder, and looked straight into his love's eyes. He couldn't hide it any more - it was all written on his face - his love, his longing, his anguish. Oh. My. God! He loves me! He fucking Loves me! Shall I say it? "Dom? I...I love you, too!" There! I've fucking said it! If he loves me - he does love me - I'm not bloody stupid - perhaps he'll kiss me...or should I kiss him? Yes! I'll kiss him! So he did. He lowered his mouth very slowly onto Dom's and kissed him, softly and sweetly. He lifted his face, and looked into The Eyes. Dom was weeping, now, in earnest. Tears were tracking down his face in streams. He said nothing. Elijah bent forward again, and kissed the tears away, licking them up with his tongue, and murmuring, "Dom! Dom! Dom!", between licks and kisses. "Oh, Lighe!", Dom croaked, hardly able to speak. "Don't! Not if you don't mean it! Don't do it out of pity, for fuck's sake..." Elijah smiled. Yes! He felt the stronger just now. "Pity?", he said, smiling down at Dom like an archangel looking at the earth on the first day of Creation. Dom's breath caught in his throat. "Yes, I do pity you!" Dom groaned, and tried to speak, but couldn't. "I pity you for falling in love with an asshole like me, who doesn't know the first fucking thing about...love, and sex and things!" Doubt assailed Elijah for a moment. "You do love me, Sblom...don't you?" He whispered the last two words, unsure of himself, and Dom. Dom swept him into his arms, and turned on the bed, so Elijah lay under him. "Love you? Loveyou? My god, I adore you, you stupid cunt! Have for months!" Elijah's lip started quivering again, and Dom just could not resist it. He pulled it into his mouth and ran his tongue over the heat of it. It was Elijah's turn to groan. He was as hard as adamant, and so, he could feel through the rough denim, was Dom. What now? Shall I touch...fuck, better not! Wait... Oooh! Please! Don't stop! Dom was running his hands over Elijah's chest, barely touching his skin. "Soft! So soft!", Dom marvelled, as he traversed the planes of Elijah's chest with trembling hands. He ran a fingertip over an erect nipple, and Elijah moaned, deep in his throat. The sound travelled down Dom's body, and lit a fire in his groin. Soon he wouldn't be able to control himself - it was all too much - and Elijah had never... "Lighe? I'm going to stop, now, all right?" Dom lifted himself from Elijah's body, and looked at him in some amusement, despite the hard - on that was nearly crippling him, the love in his heart that was threatening to choke him, and the breath trapped in his chest - because the look on his lover's face was priceless. He was furious! Incandescent with rage! Absolutely fucking beautiful! "Stop, Monaghan? Fucking stop? You bastard! His look softened, the agate crystal shards piercing Dom's soul grew gentler, the voice softened to a shy whisper. "Dom? Don't you want to...touch me?" Dom swallowed a lump in his throat. "More than anything I've ever wanted, Lighe, love. But we mustn't rush it - it would spoil it...it would hurt you, and I can't do that. Let's leave it there for tonight, eh?" Elijah wriggled in frustration. "Dom, it's four fifteen in the fucking morning! In a half hour we'll be off to Fucking Feet! I am not appearing on set with this - (points eloquently to bulging erection) - on view for all to make jokes about... Wood with the woody!" Eyelashes flutter, mouth softens, and opens, sweet and moist. "Please help me!" Dom reached over to Elijah's zipper, and pulled it down. "Hands only, love - I can't...oh, god! I..." Dom released Elijah's erection from the strict confines of the encasing denim. It pulsed against Dom's fingers, and Dom's dick jerked, hard and leaking, in response. Elijah sighed, and laced his hand over Dom's, trembling on hard flesh. "Make me come, Sblom, please! Make me come! I've never come with someone touching me, and now there's someone I... I love touching me! I've never loved anyone, before, and I want it...want you to... so fucking much! I won't ask for any more, I Promise!" "Just lie there, babe, and don't fucking move, or I won't be able to stop..." Dom undid his own zipper, and took hold of himself. Elijah cried out, and tried to reach down, eagerly, but Dom stopped him, growling low in his throat. "No, Lighe! I've wanted you for too long - I can't... I want too much! Just this for now, ok, love?" Elijah nodded, and gave himself up to the ministration of Dom's fingers on his flesh. Fuck, that is abso-fucking-lutely wonderful! Oh, god, I won't last long...oh! Oh! God! Fuck! Ungh! "Dom! Oh, Dommie ... Dom! Fuck! Fuck me! Ohhh!" Elijah came with a shudder and a cry that made Dom call out "Liiighe!" in release, and both men lay, sated, damp and happy, on top of the comforter. Shit! That was fucking fantastic! Nine point fucking nine on the wanking Richter scale! Ten if we'd been naked, and he'd held my balls! Oh, his hands are magic! I feel... smoochy, and weak and wobbly! And loved! "Dom? I love you!" Dom kissed the tip of his lover's damp nose, and held him close. "Love you, three!" "What?" "More than "I love you, too!" "Oh!... Sblom?" "Yep?" "Shower? - Fifteen minutes before pick up!" "Too fucking royal! Come on!" |