Virgin Territory(Author�s note: Denotes entries in Elijah's diary - denotes Elijah's thoughts - {denotes Dom�s thoughts})Part 14 - Diary of a Nobody I want to consign last night to these pages before I forget how absolutely un-believable it all was! Fuck me - (oops! He did!) - but I must write down for posterity, (not mine, alas!), that Dominic Monaghan is a fucking Mensch! He told me after we'd showered, and all that stuff, lying in my arms on the new-made bed, that he loved me so fucking much, he could die from it! And there was me - stupid, giggling, bug-eyed, plain little me - thinking exactly the same thing!... that I loved him like that! He insisted on looking at me, again, to see if I was bleeding, after he'd...y'know, because he's quite...big - and I was, a bit. By now, I was hurting like fucking hell - the hot water, I suppose. So he found some stuff in his bag - he's like fucking Mary fucking Poppins with that thing! - and smoothed it in for me. One too many fucking's there, matey! Could say one too many for me, too. Cunt! No - Asshole! - or, as Dom would say - "Arsehole"!! He! He! Anyway, it cooled it a lot, so I put some more on this morning. I laughed so hard when I saw what it was called - Anusol! Oh, god - imagine going in a drug store, and asking for that - Not! He told me again that he'd fallen for me not long after we met, and I felt bad, because I didn't know for fucking ages, did I? But when I fell, I fell...hard. I've led a strange life. Mom came with me everywhere, when I was young - any mother would. But then it became a sort of a ritual for her to come with me, which sort of cramps a guy's style a bit - and, except for Sarah, behind the...y'know, there hasn't been much chance of ...what does Dom call it ... "how's yer father?", in my life. How's my fucking father? Fucking Warren? Don't fucking ask! I think it was because I was so shy with girls, that some guys thought I was gay, because, on sets, I would mix with them, and leave the girls alone. But, I like girls! They have nice curvy bits, and soft titties, (Sarah) and some of them look like Cate - (instant hard-on at the thought of Ms Blanchett!) - but only Dom has made my insides melt. So, if that makes me gay, I'm okay with that. Because only Dom has made me desperate to touch him, feel him, kiss him, suck him, fuck him, love him! Only Dom has ever been inside me...only Dom ever will! Perhaps that sounds naive? To think an on-set romance - to use Ian M's word for us - will last? But I'm not a fickle guy, and I remained a virgin because there was no one who made me feel like he makes me feel! If I'd wanted covert sex, I could have paid for it - or found it anywhere. There are plenty want to fuck a "face". There are many times I could have had a quick blow job, or a flying fuck in a hotel. Or found some cute girl - or guy - at a party, and shagged them senseless! Fuck! I've got enough cash to pay for it, if that was all it was...and I've been to enough boring parties and stuff - but I've never wanted that. I can't help being an incurable romantic! I want roses, and love-notes, and cosy dinners for two in dimly lit restaurants! I want to tell him, waking up next to him in the morning, that I fucking adore him, morning breath and all! Fuck me, I Do! I left one for Dom - a love note, I mean - this morning. I hid it in his bag before he left for fucking Fangorn, again! It said: * Dom, my love; I am missing you before you've even gone. I'll miss you tonight, tomorrow, and every fucking nano-second between now and next Friday! Another five days without you. My heart is weeping, already. Please think of me, every night, at midnight, and I'll think of you, and we can be together, if only in our minds and hearts. I'll call you at ten, tonight. I love you. Your own - Elijah. * Then there's a row of kisses, but I won't put those in here. It'd be ...Daft! Lovely word! Back to last night. His body is a miracle - inside and out. Outside he's firm, and smooth and has nice muscles and body tone. Inside he's sweet and loving, and funny and kind and considerate and soppy - another nice one! Means - oh, soppy! He's nice inside, too. Warm, and hot and tight and pulsing and- god! Shut up, Elwood! He's only been gone sixteen hours and you'll be breaking your own self imposed celibacy rule - no sex without Dom, or Domi-no, as I've called it. Don't know if I can last five fucking days, again. Not after, y'know - doing it. Being inside him was beautiful. I thought, when I was actually making love with him - (not to him, or fucking him - with him... although we both said that in the heat of passion...fuck me!, I mean) - that I'd missed something, not doing it, sooner. But I hadn't - it wouldn't have been with him, would it? And how, dear diary, did I feel about him being inside me? I believe I said, at the time - an eidetic memory is a boon - "fuckin' fantastic!" And it was! Beautiful - if a bit painful, first time, as it would be for any man - or woman, I'd say. But once we got going, and I could feel myself coming - and hear him and feel him moaning on top of me - I couldn't have cared less if he'd reamed me in two! The funny thing is, I don't know which I liked more, him being in me, or me being in him. I loved them both! Perhaps time will tell! I'm going to bed now, and dream sweet dreams of my lover. My love. My Dominic. Mine! * Meeting Sean in the morning. Hope everything has fucking settled down, now. I don't feel confrontational, or conciliating at the moment. I just want to think about us - and us definitely does not include fucking Sean! Oh, Freudian slip, there! - Or Sean fuckingme! No fucking chance! *** "'Morning, Lijah!", Viggo called across the parking lot. "Beautiful sunrise!" Elijah grinned at his friend. "Nice to see you, Ranger! It's great not having fucking Feet today! Extra hour in the arms of...". Elijah's voice trailed away, as he saw a concerned look on Viggo's face. "...Morpheus?", Viggo finished the sentence for him. "Lijah, are you okay, my friend? You look a little...pale, or at least, paler than usual!" Elijah blushed. Had his night of love with Dom marked him in some way? Would his friends look at him, now, and say "Oh, guess what - Lijah's not a virgin any more Look at his face. Shit - cool!". Would they? Would his Mom - Oh, fuck - be able to tell? "Lij?" "No, I'm fine. Just a little tired. There's been a lot of extras, lately, and I've been...tired." Viggo clapped his hand around Elijah's shoulder. "Come have dinner tonight. Orli's coming, too. Should be fun!" Elijah smiled, happily. Better than staying in, brooding about missing The Beloved! "Okay, Vig! Look forward to it. Fuck! Here's Sean, hunting for me...again." The tension in Elijah's voice was not lost on the older man. "See you about eight, Lij. No "Fucking Feet" tomorrow, is there? Stay a bit, tonight - we can talk." Viggo strayed off, swirling Anduril above his head as he went. He was in practise for "Return", he told Bob, when he asked what had happened to the other sword. "Different weight, and balance", Viggo had remarked. "Come on, Lijah! What're you fucking doing, bud?" Sean fussed, as he came closer. "The girls are going ape-shit in there, because Pete wants...." What Pete wanted passed Elijah by. He was busy staring at Sean's face, which was also pale this morning. Fuck! Have we all got our fucking feelings plastered on our faces for the bloody world to see? He looks pissed. With me? Again?...Soon find out! |