Virgin Territory(Author�s note: Denotes entries in Elijah's diary - denotes Elijah's thoughts - {denotes Dom�s thought})Part 9 � Afterglow How can I write it down? How can I explain how I feel, now, how I felt last night, and what I'll feel every fucking night for the rest of our lives together? - which, for me, means when one of us dies. I hope it will be me, first. I couldn't bear another day without knowing I'll be seeing him, soon - well, you know what I mean! - - I suppose I could manage a week or two, if we're filming, or something...but not long periods. I want his arms around me, his mouth on me, his hands caressing me. Ok, so I'm a "romantic softie", as he says - so what? He has become my world - my Alpha and Omega - my Beginning and my End. When he asked me to take myself in my mouth last night, I so wanted it to be him I tasted. But I did it, because the look in his eyes said I want you - I desire you, I want to shag you senseless - but he didn't...shag me, I mean, not in that way. He did put his finger down the crack of my ass, but I winced a bit, so he took it away. He asked me, afterwards why I did that - lying with his head on my chest, so's I couldn't see his face. I mumbled something stupid about "not being ready" - I DID NOT say "because it'll fucking hurt like hell, and I'm scared shitless", but Dom is not stupid. He said - I could hear the smile in his voice - that there were plenty of nice things to do to me, without doing that, and that he'd show me, soon, something very nice I could do for him. Can't wait to learn these things; and I don't feel a putz not knowing... not with him! I can't tell you what is was like having his tongue... his lips, on my dick! I thought the night before, when he'd put his hands on me, that it was heaven - but his mouth is like liquid, hot silk - and he knows what he's doing! I asked him how many times he'd done it, before me. He said "a few!", so I expect that means quite a few, but I didn't mind - he's mine, now. Then he turned and looked at me right in the eyes, and his filled up with tears, so mine did, too. And he said - "But no-one else in the world tastes like you do, baby. No one else has made me feel so complete - you are a fucking miracle! (Neat!) You weren't my first, Lighe, my love - but you'll be my last, I swear it!" - and I believe him. Something happened between us that transcends logic, or explication. I just know. He is mine and I am his, until I die! We did it twice last night, to each other. At least his second time lasted longer than the first, when I'd barely gotten my mouth around him when he came. Oh, it was fucking magic! The taste! The smell! The feeling of his juices on my lips - the taste of his come in my throat! God! I wanted it to last forever - and when he came, whispering, then shouting my name... MY name, I wanted to cry! I didn't though. I thought I can't fucking cry every time I see him come, so I stopped it in my throat, but I couldn't help my eyes from getting wet. He looked at me, afterwards, and said there should be a government health warning on my eyes, and mouth. I asked him if that was like the Surgeon General's warning, on cigarettes, and he said it was. So I giggled, and said "ok!" - so I didn't cry...but he did, wrapped in my arms - gentle tears, and soft kisses. Sweet, sweet man! My love. My life. My Dom. Not together tonight - filming in different places, tomorrow. So can't wait for the next time I see him. We don't need to do it every time - I just like holding him in my arms, and him holding me. It's like holding... sunlight. Elwood, you are getting shmoopy - get to bed.... and, thank god, no wanking needed tonight! Hey! One out of four cut down! Only three to go - drinking, smoking and fucking swearing! *** Elijah and Sean sat under a tree, waiting for lighting to finish up with the alignment of a major piece of equipment. Sean was quieter than usual, and Elijah couldn't understand it. Surely it was Sean who had encouraged him to explore his relationship with Dom? Why did he looked so pissed, now, when it had finally - and so beautifully - happened? "Sean, are you ok?", Elijah asked, putting his arm around Sean's shoulder. For once, Sean did not return the embrace. Elijah stared at his friend's face. It looked...tight, concealing - and fucking angry. "Sean, what? Is it something I've done? What is it? Perhaps I can make it right..." Elijah's voice trailed away as Sean's face suffused with what Elijah thought was anger. "Too fucking late for that, Lij!" Elijah was shocked. Sean so rarely swore. He must be really pissed with me! Fuck, I wish I knew what I'd done! "Sean, are you going to fucking tell me, or not?" Elijah was getting angry himself, now - he wanted to know. "Fuck it!" Sean spat, and jumped up, and stalked away. Elijah stared at his friend's retreating back in amazement. Orli came up, and sat by his side. "You can't do anything for him, man! He's got to work it out for himself, Lij!" Orli picked Elijah's hand up off his lap, and kissed it. "I'm so glad for you and Dominic, mate! It couldn't have happened to two nicer blokes!" Elijah smiled his thanks, and then remembered the first part of Orli's remark. "Work out what, Orli? I don't understand!" Orli sighed. Always the bearer of fucking bad news! "Elijah, Sean's in love with you, mate - or, at least, in lust! He's a man of principles, and I don't think for a minute he'd cheat on Christine, but..." Elijah stared at Orlando in amazement. "What?" He grabbed Orli by the shoulders. "Oh, Orli - tell me you're fucking joking, mate! Sean's my best friend - well, after Dom, now. But he was my best friend for months..." Elijah thought back over those months. Thought about the times Sean had rescued his keys, found his lost scripts, taken him home, looked out for him, trailed around after him, rescued him from pubs, drunk, picked him up, sober, watched, cosseted ... loved him. Hugged him, kissed him - Oh. God! Elijah felt sick! I am one stupid cunt! I thought he was my friend! Orli looked a bit uneasy. "Didn't Dom say anything about it to you, Lij? I mean...haven't you talked about it? Dom knows...how Sean feels." "Fuck, Orli! Why didn't someone fucking tell me, before?" Orli lowered his head. "We thought you knew, Lij. We didn't know...oh, man - I'm sorry!" Orli looked so devastated that Elijah, never one to hold a grudge, forgave him, instantly. "Not your fault I'm a cunt, Orli!" Orli smiled. "You're so wise in some things, Lijah - but you're a... child, in others. What're you going to do, now, man?" Elijah straightened his shoulders, and got up. "Talk to Sean, Orli. I owe him that much, at least. Fuck! But it won't be bloody easy." Orli watched him walk off, in trepidation. Poor Lijah! The course of true love never did run smooth. |