Virgin Territory(Author�s note: Denotes entries in Elijah's diary - denotes Elijah's thoughts.)Part 18 - Together Again. Viggo rang Peter and coaxed three days off for Elijah. Viggo figured he needed the time whether his concussion had cleared, or no. Elijah was happy for the first day, just to lie in bed, and rest. The sickness had gone by the next evening, and all he had left of the symptoms were a slight headache, and a bit of dizziness if he turned his head too quickly. The second day, Orli, who had a day off, drove him home. Elijah wanted his bed - their bed - to smell Dom on the pillow, to think of him. Orli fussed about, checking there was food and drink there. There wasn't much. "Do you live on fucking cereal, crisps and beer, Elwood? God, you're a slut," he commented, on seeing the state of the kitchen. "Yes, Martha!" Elijah said, meekly, his prim voice at odds with the twinkle in his eyes. "Martha who?" asked Orli, puzzled. She obviously hadn't impinged on the British psyche. "Homemaker extraordinaire. Can make a wedding cake out of string, sticky tape and brown paper, you know the sort." Elijah explained. "Oh, like Delia Smith. She does fabulous cheesecake", Orli remarked. "Whatever! Are you going to go on boring me with this stuff all morning, or can you go get me some fruit and things? Don't think I'm up to driving, yet. Thanks, Orli." Orli departed, armed with Elijah's list, to find suitable "scran", and Elijah settled down to write his journal. I'm home, now. I went to the bathroom, and I could smell Dom's cologne, and I felt better and worse at the same time. Better, because of the familiar, lovely smell; worse because I miss him like fuck! Still, I feel a bit better today, thank god. Yesterday was the most shitty day I have ever spent. First Sean, then Dom seeing us, then the panic attack, then concussion. What a fucking combination! Dom rang just before Orli brought me home, and I was very good - I didn't cry, although I felt like it. He sounded as if he had a cold coming - his voice was all thick, y'know? I told him to get some throat lozenges, and he said he would. I was feeling like shit, but when I heard his voice, all warm and sweet, I got a hard-on so stiff it hurt. Lucky Viggo and Orli (who spent the night with Viggo, too) weren't in the room. They both looked tired. I expect it was having to share a bed, as I had the spare one. Still, Orli could have slept on the sofa, if he couldn't get off to sleep. Dom said he'd ring me tonight, so I've got something nice to look forward to. I'll sleep better after I've spoken with him. Still feel a bit weak, so I'll finish this for now. "Hello, baby. How are you feeling today, then?" "Much better, thank you, love. How is your throat, now?" "My...? Oh, my throat!...much better! What're you doing?" "Lying in bed watching a dvd." "What is it?" "Um, "Gone With The Wind"" "Soppy bugger! Why aren't you watching some man stuff, like Rambo or Terminator, or something?" "Because I feel "soppy", Monaghan, and I miss you." "God! I miss you, too, love. I've got a hard-on, here, that's threatening to make a hole in my track suit bottoms." "Dom! You perve! Getting off on the phone! Are you...touching yourself?" "Um, yes. Oh, god! It's great to hear your voice." "Want me to talk dirty down this thing to you, and make you come?" "Lighe! Don't! Or I will fucking come!" "I want you to come. I want to listen to you come. I want to think of you with your dick in your hand, moving it slowly up and down, making it wet, and hard and thinking of me." "Lighe." "What?" "Don't fucking stop - Oh, fuck!" "Breathing heavy, Dom? Think of my mouth being on you - of my lips kissing the head, of me running my tongue down your shaft..." "Ngh!" "Now I'm taking you in my mouth...I can hear you panting, Sblom...and I'm holding your dick in one hand, and feeling your balls, oh, so tight and heavy, with the other..." "Fuck me, Lighe!" "I'm letting go of them, now, and pushing my finger inside you. You're all hot and tight..." "Lighe, love! Fuuuck! Oh, god!" "Another finger, Dom! I'm pushing those fingers in, tight, and twisting them, hard...and my tongue is licking the salty juice off your slit, now..." "Ugh! Ungh! Fuck! I'm coming!.....Oh, god, Lighe!" "And you're coming down my throat like honey. I'm sucking the last drop out, now, Dom..." "God!" "And you're loving this, aren't you, baby!" "Fuck me! That was "wunderschon!"" "Was it, baby?" "Lighe, I love you, mate. You mean everything to me." "And you to me, Sblom." "Don't you want to come, love? Shall I do it for you, now?" "Nah! I'm saving myself for a mammoth session on...um..." "Lighe! Saturday - Saturday! God, I can't wait!" "Me neither... Sblom?" "Yes, love?" "Did you like it?" "Fuck, Lighe, you do ask some fucking stupid questions! No - I hated every bloody second of it so much, next time you do this, I'm turning the fucking phone off. And don't giggle at me, Wood, or I'll slap your bloody arse!" "Promises, promises!" "Lighe... don't worry about Sean any more until I get back. We'll talk about it, and see what we can do. There's fucking months of this shoot left. We can't balls it all up, now." "I know. (sigh) We'll talk, hey?" "Yeah! I love you, Lighe. And...thanks for the virtual blow-job. 'Bye, sweetheart. Sweet dreams." "My pleasure, love. Any time. Love you! 'Bye!" Elijah turned off his phone, and sat with his head on his knees for a long time, thinking about his love for Dom, and worrying about Sean, and what to do about him. Finally, he fell asleep. In his hand, he held one of Dominic's old socks clutched to his heart. tbc |