Virgin Territory(Author�s note: Denotes entries in Elijah's diary - denotes Elijah's thoughts - {denotes Dom�s thoughts})Part 11 - The Body Electric Dominic had hardly gotten through Elijah's door, when his lover assaulted him by pressing him up against the wall, and thrusting his tongue in his mouth. Dom, rising nobly to the occasion - in all relevant areas - kissed him back, clutching him tightly to his chest. "Fuck, you're a hot little thing, aren't you?" he whispered in Elijah's ear, when the need to breathe, indicated by spots prickling before the eyes, manifest itself to them. Elijah was, indeed... hot. Dom felt his skin burn as he pulled Elijah's shirt up, and pressed his lover's naked chest to his own. "Dom! Dom!" was all the response he got. Elijah grabbed the offending shirt, yanked it off and threw it behind him. With trembling hands he reached for Dom, making urgent little sounds in his throat. {Shit! He's going to come, any minute! Got to stop this! Want to savour him!} "Elijah! Lighe!" Dom panted, as the smaller man tugged at his jeans, nearly toppling Dom over. "No, can�t stop! Must do it! Can't wait - take time later!" Elijah's jeans and boxers fell around his ankles, and he kicked them away. Dom's breath stuck in his throat. Elijah was all shadow and flame � {like the fucking Balrog, only hotter!} Dom thought, as he gave in to the greater force. Elijah pushed him to the floor, and lay on top of him, grinding his naked body into Dom's so that their skin melted in white heat with the friction. "God! God!" Elijah panted. "Dom - love!" That was it, for Dom. The beautiful face, transported in ecstasy, hovering above him, the shivering body, the trembling hands. He came, groaning "Lighe, Oh fuck - I love you!" and Elijah, following in his wake, moaned loudly and sighed just said one word - "Dom!" - slumping onto Dom's chest, hardly able to breathe. "Fuck, Lighe, what will happen if I go away for two months, love?" Dom said into Elijah's wild hair, as they held each other close. "I will die from frustration, that's what, Monaghan!" the sated one replied, still gasping. Well, was that better than wanking! Yes! "Can we talk for a bit, now, baby?" Dom said, kissing Elijah gently, rising from the floor, and heading for the bathroom. Elijah smiled. He loved talking to Dom - he was so funny, observant, witty, serious, articulate... Oh, everything! "Miss me, sweetheart?", Elijah teased, as he wiped Dom's belly down with a warm, soapy washcloth. Dom looked into his lover's face - so eager, expectant, animated and fucking beautiful. "Tosser! Of course I missed you. Every minute of every day!" Elijah's face lit up like a beacon. "Did you, Dom - really? Because I missed you like fucking crazy!" He buried his face in Dom's chest, and breathed in, deeply. Dom took the cloth off him, and started dabbing at himself. "Don't wash it all off!" Elijah whispered, huskily. "Wash all what off, gorgeous thing?" Dom was puzzled. "Your smell - you, the musk! Just wipe the... y'know... come off! Please! I need to smell you!" The creamy face was flushed, blue eyes sparkling, full lips moistly parted. Dom could feel himself rising, again. {Fuck, they should bottle him, bugger Viagra! Lighe'd get the limpest cock to stand for him!} "You tart - patience!" Dom grinned, as he cleaned Elijah off. They wandered into the bedroom, arms around each other, and got into bed. "I was hoping for a little intelligent conversation before you raped me, Lighe," Dom teased. Elijah stared at him, horrified. "Oh, Dom - Did I? Do you think...?" Dom was ashamed of himself - teasing this...innocent. "Plonker! Of course not, baby. I must've raped you, too, then." "What's a "plonker?" "Same as a "wanker", only different." "What's a "wanker, Sblom?" Grinning shyly. He loved Dom's British words. "You are. You know what it means - you tosser!" "Tosser?" "Same fucking thing." Elijah rolled over onto his front, and put his feet in the air, crossing his ankles. "I've missed this, Dom. All this...nonsense. I love talking to you, listening to you...kissing you�" Dom reached for him. "Come on, then. Enough talking for now, let me feel you, all over." Elijah sighed. Yes! Dom's hands roamed everywhere - everywhere except the one forbidden spot. Their breath quickened, again. Elijah was sweating, and hot. Dom's dick was beating a tattoo on his belly, crying out for attention. Dare he? {Go for it, Monaghan! Nothing ventured!...} "Lighe? D'you feel...hot?" "Fuck, yes!" Elijah was trembling, hard. "Time for something new?" Elijah swallowed. "Yeah!" Dom got out of bed, and went out of the room. He came back holding a small tube in his hand. When Elijah saw what it was, his eyes dilated and he went as white as a sheet. Fuck, no! I can't! It'll...NO! Dom saw the frightened look on his lover's face, and jumped onto the bed, and held the shivering body close. "No, baby, not for you...you don't understand, love. For me." Elijah stared at Dom. "For...you? Me to make love...to you? Be inside you? Dom! I don't know if I can...how to�if I'll be any good..." Dom kissed his lover's chest, teasing the nipples, causing them to rise again. "Everyone has to do it a first time, love. I want you inside me, god - so much! Have since our first night. Only you seemed to think I was only interested in doing it to you. Could you try, Lighe? Just the thought of you being in..." Dom shuddered, waiting patiently for Elijah's answer. "Will you help me do it, Dom?" "Of course I will. And not until you're good and ready! If that's not tonight, then ok - we'll do other things.. but..." "But, love? ...Dom?" Dom's eyes fell, and he blushed, fiercely. "I want it, Lighe...need it, so much, mate. So badly!" Prick! Heloves you, you cunt! Do it, even if you don't enjoy it! Do it for him!" "Ok, Dom. I'm ready!" |