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Title: Road Movie
Author: Green Queen
Pairing: Dominic/Elijah
Rating: R (slightly porny, language)
Archive: Once You Pop (You Can't Stop)
Disclaimer: I made it up.
Author's Notes: For the Unapologetic challenge, songfic to Maroon 5's "Secret".
Summary: Elijah's not telling Dom what he wants to hear.
mprov words: wanton; idiocy; metallic; cheat
The road stretched out, black and wide and empty, in front of Dom's eyes and his fingers itched to be on the steering wheel again. A soft bell sound behind him and soft tapping footsteps warned him of Elijah's approach. Scuffing his shoe against the wet pavement, he looked down at black against black until an ugly yellow cigarette butt hit the ground in front of his eyes. He kept his eyes down as Elijah stamped the cigarette out with his equally ugly brown loafers, yellow and brown breaking through the darkness like a twisted sunrise.
Elijah bumped his shoulder and graced him with a grin and Dom smiled back, wondering vaguely how he could have thought anything connected with Elijah to be ugly.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah, hold on--Donnie!" Elijah called over his shoulder to the tall, dreadlocked black man now emerging from the club behind them, carrying an instrument case. Dom remembered seeing the guy singing, and could probably figure out what instrument was in it, but it was so late and his ears were still adjusting to the silence around them, and any thought involving serious deduction was immediately squashed by his exhausted brain.
"Nice work tonight, man, I'll seeya later?" Elijah asked Donnie. Donnie was man-hugging Elijah, bumping his shoulder into the smaller man's chest with some difficulty owing to the height difference, but Elijah didn't seem to notice any awkwardness.
"Bye, Elijah. Come see us next time we're in town," said Donnie, his deep voice reverberating off the tar on the road.
"Your place or mine?" Dom asked once Donnie's silhouette disappeared from their sight.
"Who cares?"
"Yeah. Hold on, I'll get in first or the door'll hit the sidewalk."
"Did you at least have fun tonight?" Elijah was looking at Dom sideways as he unlocked the car, his mouth serious but his eyes smiling.
"Yeah yeah, we both know you know the best clubs in LA. If you'll recall, I grew up in Manchester. Come back there with me sometime and I'll show you a night you'll never forget," Dom responded, leering slightly.
"Is that a promise or a threat?" asked Elijah as they slid into the car. Dom settled back in his seat and grinned at his reflection in the windshield before switching on the headlamps.
When they first got in the car it had been cool, with no light to heat it for several hours, but Dom's tendency to turn the heater up to almost its full strength meant that Elijah's thighs were sticking to the leather seat in no time. Admittedly, Dom's tendency to fondle the gearstick in a way the Brit surely must have known was sexually suggestive wasn't helping too much either. It wasn't long before Elijah realised he was not only sweating like a pig, but his breathing was getting far too shallow for his liking. He mentally cursed his overactive sex drive and his inability to hold his liquor.
"You hungry?" he asked, tyring to prevent himself from eyefucking Dom like some wanton whore by maintaining a neautral expression. By the time Dom looked at Elijah, the combination of the shallow breathing and blank stare was downright scary.
"Hey, Elijah, are you okay? You wanna stop for a minute?" They'd already pulled over by the time Dom finished the question, and usually Elijah would have protested but he was half out of the door by the time he noticed.
Elijah tried to will himself to stay on his feet but knew it was a futile effort from the start, and it wasn't long before he was on his back in the grass looking up at the sky. Dom crouched beside him and held his arm, solid and steadying. Elijah closed his eyes for a moment, trying to block out Dom's face and focus on the tickle of the grass beneath his neck, but he could hear Dom breathing beside him, slow and heavy. Dom had always breathed loudly. Elijah sighed and opened his eyes, staring at the orange-tinged city sky and vaguely wishing there were stars.
"Remember what Bilbo used to say," Elijah mumbled under his breath, ignoring Dom's concerned stare. "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door.You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."
"We're only going home, Elijah."
"I didn't even get to say that whole line in the movie, you know. Just part of it."
"I know," Dom said, his hand still on Elijah's arm, and Elijah suddenly found himself desperately hoping that Dom would never let go.
Dom let Elijah lie there until the sweat evaporated from his forehead and the metallic taste of fear had evaporated from Dom's mouth. He'd seen Elijah drunk before, and he'd known he was getting Elijah worked up in the car, but he hadn't planned on it going as far as it had. Teasing Elijah was fun, but eventually Dom was going to go insane waiting for Elijah to just kiss him already, stop torturing himself with worry about what Dom might say. He didn't know how many hints he had to drop. Guilt and worry filled him, and he was just getting to the part where he wondered whether to end Elijah's misery now when Elijah sat up abruptly, shaking Dom's hand off his arm. He looked pale in the slightly harsh light from the streetlamp, but he definitely looked better than he had fifteen minutes earlier.
They walked back to the car silently and Dom looked at his shoes the whole way, allowing Elijah the chance to pretend that nothing had happened, or at least that what had just happened meant nothing. He didn't look around when he got the keys out of his pocket, wasn't expecting Elijah's arms to shoot around his waist like vines, fast and stronger than people gave him credit for. Despite his surprise he turned in Elijah's grip and squeezed back, clicking the car lock as he did.
Then Elijah turned and walked back to his side of the car wordlessly.
They were on the road in moments.
Dom puzzled over Elijah for a few minutes as he drove, wishing he hadn't known Elijah for as long as he had or as well as he did, wishing he knew Elijah better. If he did, maybe he would be able to figure out when was The Moment, the definitive, exact time when Elijah would want to be told that all Dom had wanted for the last few months had been him.
Dom was just beginning to relax into the rhythm of driving again, watching the breaks in the lines fly away under the car and the light patterns made when his headlights crossed paths with the streetlamps, when he heard Elijah speak again. It was so quiet that if it had been a second later Dom would have been too absorbed to hear it.
"I think I want you, Merry," Elijah said in his softest Frodo voice. Dom grinned and nodded without turning his head, relief flooding his senses. His hand slipped and the car swerved a little before Dom could get it back on track.
"I know that, you daft bugger. But can you wait to get home before you jump my bones."
"I don't think--"
"Elijah, shut up. I know, all right? You may be some fucking brilliant acting prodigy, but I know you better than your average film audience. I've been waiting for you to make a move for ages, I was starting to think you weren't going to. I'm just suggesting we wait until we get to my place before you have another fainting spell or something. Not long now," he added, finally turning to look at Elijah's dombfounded face, long enough to wink.
Following his own advice was harder than Dom had expected and he found himself stepping on the accelerator more and more as they neared his home. At one stage he flew around the corner so fast that Elijah had to grab the door, and Dom slowed down at one reproachful look from those big blue eyes.
"Fucking speed demon, gonna get us killed," Elijah muttered, and Dom chuckled to himself. He was being chided by a jaded former child superstar for living too fast. James Dean was probably turning in his grave.
Then again, reckless driving hadn't done old Jimmy any favours. Dom bit his lip and images of Elijah lying motionless in a hunk of twisted steel that resembled Dom's car filled his mind. By the time he reached home, Dom had slowed enough to comply with the speed limits.
Elijah was on him before he'd even managed to open the house door, his mouth invaded by Elijah's tongue and his back forced against the wood. He had to feel around blindly behind him for the lock with one hand, the other hand grabbing at Elijah's shirt, his hair, anywhere it could find purchase against Elijah's body.
There you are, he thought to himself as his fingers connected with the cold metal of the lock, and he promptly dropped the keys. Cursing his idiocy, he pushed Elijah back and turned around, unlocking the door hastily.
They tumbled into the house with a crash and Dom hoped wildly that Mackenzie wasn't home, but if he was there he was either ignoring them or really soundly asleep.
Elijah's face and lips were flushed, his hair a mess embalmed in gel, his eyes heavy-lidded. Dom knew he'd seen more beautiful things before but he'd be damned if he could find something sexier in that moment.
He only got a second's glimpse before Elijah was kissing him again, so hard he had to close his eyes against the force of it, his lips crushed painfully against his teeth by the combined force of Elijah's head pushing down and his own pushing back, trying to get as much of Elijah in that moment as he could. He didn't know who dragged them into the bedroom but they didn't make it to the bed, and Elijah was under him, sweat and half-naked and still smelling a little of smoke, before he even opened his eyes again.
Elijah watched Dom carefully the whole way into the bedroom, watched his eyelids and his fumbling hands as the two of them pushed and pulled each other through the house, dropping pieces of clothing every now and then in their mad haste. Not for nothing had Elijah grown up in Hollywood, though, and when Dom opened his eyes he was prepared.
He pulled away from Dom and turned them over, pushing Dom's searching hands away from his body, ignoring Dom's mews of protest.
"Cool off a second," Elijah said, and the irony of memory didn't escape him. The events of earlier in the night were still flooding his mind; fortunately, Dom didn't seem to have the same problem.
"Elijah, c'mon. You said..."
"Yeah, I said. So I get to be the boss."
Somehow this logic made sense to Dom, or maybe his sex-addled brain just didn't care, because soon Dom was pliant beneath Elijah's hands, and Elijah removed what little remained of his clothing slowly and carefully, making sure to nibble Dom's shoulder here, lick his thigh there, enough to keep Dom rock hard but not enough to finish him off. He remained tantalisingly slow and patient, more so than Dom could ever be, with his constant energy. Occasionally Dom would try to grab Elijah, to take the top and regain control, but Elijah was strong and persistent, and soon Dom would fall back again. He allowed Elijah to slide a finger into his mouth, down his back, down the crack of his ass, too close for comfort before pulling back. Dom squirmed.
"Cheat," Dom whispered as Elijah's hands found their way into Dom's pubic hair cautiously, and Elijah smiled.
"Do you think I can get you as hot as you got me before?" Elijah breathed against Dom's abdomen, feeling it contract beneath his mouth. Dom didn't answer for so long that Elijah thought he'd actually manage to silence him.
"I'm not there yet."
Fucker, Elijah thought. He slipped a finger around the back and, finally, pushed it into Dom, who hissed. "Don't worry. You will be."
Green Queen
Author: Green Queen
Pairing: Dominic/Elijah
Rating: R (slightly porny, language)
Archive: Once You Pop (You Can't Stop)
Disclaimer: I made it up.
Author's Notes: For the Unapologetic challenge, songfic to Maroon 5's "Secret".
Summary: Elijah's not telling Dom what he wants to hear.
mprov words: wanton; idiocy; metallic; cheat
The road stretched out, black and wide and empty, in front of Dom's eyes and his fingers itched to be on the steering wheel again. A soft bell sound behind him and soft tapping footsteps warned him of Elijah's approach. Scuffing his shoe against the wet pavement, he looked down at black against black until an ugly yellow cigarette butt hit the ground in front of his eyes. He kept his eyes down as Elijah stamped the cigarette out with his equally ugly brown loafers, yellow and brown breaking through the darkness like a twisted sunrise.
Elijah bumped his shoulder and graced him with a grin and Dom smiled back, wondering vaguely how he could have thought anything connected with Elijah to be ugly.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah, hold on--Donnie!" Elijah called over his shoulder to the tall, dreadlocked black man now emerging from the club behind them, carrying an instrument case. Dom remembered seeing the guy singing, and could probably figure out what instrument was in it, but it was so late and his ears were still adjusting to the silence around them, and any thought involving serious deduction was immediately squashed by his exhausted brain.
"Nice work tonight, man, I'll seeya later?" Elijah asked Donnie. Donnie was man-hugging Elijah, bumping his shoulder into the smaller man's chest with some difficulty owing to the height difference, but Elijah didn't seem to notice any awkwardness.
"Bye, Elijah. Come see us next time we're in town," said Donnie, his deep voice reverberating off the tar on the road.
"Your place or mine?" Dom asked once Donnie's silhouette disappeared from their sight.
"Who cares?"
"Yeah. Hold on, I'll get in first or the door'll hit the sidewalk."
"Did you at least have fun tonight?" Elijah was looking at Dom sideways as he unlocked the car, his mouth serious but his eyes smiling.
"Yeah yeah, we both know you know the best clubs in LA. If you'll recall, I grew up in Manchester. Come back there with me sometime and I'll show you a night you'll never forget," Dom responded, leering slightly.
"Is that a promise or a threat?" asked Elijah as they slid into the car. Dom settled back in his seat and grinned at his reflection in the windshield before switching on the headlamps.
When they first got in the car it had been cool, with no light to heat it for several hours, but Dom's tendency to turn the heater up to almost its full strength meant that Elijah's thighs were sticking to the leather seat in no time. Admittedly, Dom's tendency to fondle the gearstick in a way the Brit surely must have known was sexually suggestive wasn't helping too much either. It wasn't long before Elijah realised he was not only sweating like a pig, but his breathing was getting far too shallow for his liking. He mentally cursed his overactive sex drive and his inability to hold his liquor.
"You hungry?" he asked, tyring to prevent himself from eyefucking Dom like some wanton whore by maintaining a neautral expression. By the time Dom looked at Elijah, the combination of the shallow breathing and blank stare was downright scary.
"Hey, Elijah, are you okay? You wanna stop for a minute?" They'd already pulled over by the time Dom finished the question, and usually Elijah would have protested but he was half out of the door by the time he noticed.
Elijah tried to will himself to stay on his feet but knew it was a futile effort from the start, and it wasn't long before he was on his back in the grass looking up at the sky. Dom crouched beside him and held his arm, solid and steadying. Elijah closed his eyes for a moment, trying to block out Dom's face and focus on the tickle of the grass beneath his neck, but he could hear Dom breathing beside him, slow and heavy. Dom had always breathed loudly. Elijah sighed and opened his eyes, staring at the orange-tinged city sky and vaguely wishing there were stars.
"Remember what Bilbo used to say," Elijah mumbled under his breath, ignoring Dom's concerned stare. "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door.You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."
"We're only going home, Elijah."
"I didn't even get to say that whole line in the movie, you know. Just part of it."
"I know," Dom said, his hand still on Elijah's arm, and Elijah suddenly found himself desperately hoping that Dom would never let go.
Dom let Elijah lie there until the sweat evaporated from his forehead and the metallic taste of fear had evaporated from Dom's mouth. He'd seen Elijah drunk before, and he'd known he was getting Elijah worked up in the car, but he hadn't planned on it going as far as it had. Teasing Elijah was fun, but eventually Dom was going to go insane waiting for Elijah to just kiss him already, stop torturing himself with worry about what Dom might say. He didn't know how many hints he had to drop. Guilt and worry filled him, and he was just getting to the part where he wondered whether to end Elijah's misery now when Elijah sat up abruptly, shaking Dom's hand off his arm. He looked pale in the slightly harsh light from the streetlamp, but he definitely looked better than he had fifteen minutes earlier.
They walked back to the car silently and Dom looked at his shoes the whole way, allowing Elijah the chance to pretend that nothing had happened, or at least that what had just happened meant nothing. He didn't look around when he got the keys out of his pocket, wasn't expecting Elijah's arms to shoot around his waist like vines, fast and stronger than people gave him credit for. Despite his surprise he turned in Elijah's grip and squeezed back, clicking the car lock as he did.
Then Elijah turned and walked back to his side of the car wordlessly.
They were on the road in moments.
Dom puzzled over Elijah for a few minutes as he drove, wishing he hadn't known Elijah for as long as he had or as well as he did, wishing he knew Elijah better. If he did, maybe he would be able to figure out when was The Moment, the definitive, exact time when Elijah would want to be told that all Dom had wanted for the last few months had been him.
Dom was just beginning to relax into the rhythm of driving again, watching the breaks in the lines fly away under the car and the light patterns made when his headlights crossed paths with the streetlamps, when he heard Elijah speak again. It was so quiet that if it had been a second later Dom would have been too absorbed to hear it.
"I think I want you, Merry," Elijah said in his softest Frodo voice. Dom grinned and nodded without turning his head, relief flooding his senses. His hand slipped and the car swerved a little before Dom could get it back on track.
"I know that, you daft bugger. But can you wait to get home before you jump my bones."
"I don't think--"
"Elijah, shut up. I know, all right? You may be some fucking brilliant acting prodigy, but I know you better than your average film audience. I've been waiting for you to make a move for ages, I was starting to think you weren't going to. I'm just suggesting we wait until we get to my place before you have another fainting spell or something. Not long now," he added, finally turning to look at Elijah's dombfounded face, long enough to wink.
Following his own advice was harder than Dom had expected and he found himself stepping on the accelerator more and more as they neared his home. At one stage he flew around the corner so fast that Elijah had to grab the door, and Dom slowed down at one reproachful look from those big blue eyes.
"Fucking speed demon, gonna get us killed," Elijah muttered, and Dom chuckled to himself. He was being chided by a jaded former child superstar for living too fast. James Dean was probably turning in his grave.
Then again, reckless driving hadn't done old Jimmy any favours. Dom bit his lip and images of Elijah lying motionless in a hunk of twisted steel that resembled Dom's car filled his mind. By the time he reached home, Dom had slowed enough to comply with the speed limits.
Elijah was on him before he'd even managed to open the house door, his mouth invaded by Elijah's tongue and his back forced against the wood. He had to feel around blindly behind him for the lock with one hand, the other hand grabbing at Elijah's shirt, his hair, anywhere it could find purchase against Elijah's body.
There you are, he thought to himself as his fingers connected with the cold metal of the lock, and he promptly dropped the keys. Cursing his idiocy, he pushed Elijah back and turned around, unlocking the door hastily.
They tumbled into the house with a crash and Dom hoped wildly that Mackenzie wasn't home, but if he was there he was either ignoring them or really soundly asleep.
Elijah's face and lips were flushed, his hair a mess embalmed in gel, his eyes heavy-lidded. Dom knew he'd seen more beautiful things before but he'd be damned if he could find something sexier in that moment.
He only got a second's glimpse before Elijah was kissing him again, so hard he had to close his eyes against the force of it, his lips crushed painfully against his teeth by the combined force of Elijah's head pushing down and his own pushing back, trying to get as much of Elijah in that moment as he could. He didn't know who dragged them into the bedroom but they didn't make it to the bed, and Elijah was under him, sweat and half-naked and still smelling a little of smoke, before he even opened his eyes again.
Elijah watched Dom carefully the whole way into the bedroom, watched his eyelids and his fumbling hands as the two of them pushed and pulled each other through the house, dropping pieces of clothing every now and then in their mad haste. Not for nothing had Elijah grown up in Hollywood, though, and when Dom opened his eyes he was prepared.
He pulled away from Dom and turned them over, pushing Dom's searching hands away from his body, ignoring Dom's mews of protest.
"Cool off a second," Elijah said, and the irony of memory didn't escape him. The events of earlier in the night were still flooding his mind; fortunately, Dom didn't seem to have the same problem.
"Elijah, c'mon. You said..."
"Yeah, I said. So I get to be the boss."
Somehow this logic made sense to Dom, or maybe his sex-addled brain just didn't care, because soon Dom was pliant beneath Elijah's hands, and Elijah removed what little remained of his clothing slowly and carefully, making sure to nibble Dom's shoulder here, lick his thigh there, enough to keep Dom rock hard but not enough to finish him off. He remained tantalisingly slow and patient, more so than Dom could ever be, with his constant energy. Occasionally Dom would try to grab Elijah, to take the top and regain control, but Elijah was strong and persistent, and soon Dom would fall back again. He allowed Elijah to slide a finger into his mouth, down his back, down the crack of his ass, too close for comfort before pulling back. Dom squirmed.
"Cheat," Dom whispered as Elijah's hands found their way into Dom's pubic hair cautiously, and Elijah smiled.
"Do you think I can get you as hot as you got me before?" Elijah breathed against Dom's abdomen, feeling it contract beneath his mouth. Dom didn't answer for so long that Elijah thought he'd actually manage to silence him.
"I'm not there yet."
Fucker, Elijah thought. He slipped a finger around the back and, finally, pushed it into Dom, who hissed. "Don't worry. You will be."
Green Queen
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