Passion of the Broken Mind
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
887
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Chapter two
Chapter two
Elijah spent the next 5 days in hospital, with Dominic visiting every day for as long as he could spare and Elijah lived for the time he and Dominic spent together and the hugs they ended with. The day before Elijah was due to be released from hospital Dominic didn’t turn up the time he usually did and Elijah was getting worried. The time passed and eventually Elijah fell asleep. He dreamed he was in heaven doing what he liked best, surfing with Dominic. Elijah watched in his minds eye as Dominic tried to pull a very ambitious stunt while riding a particularly big wave, only to fail miserably and go tumbling into the white surf. Elijah, laughing as though his sides would split, looked for him in the blue ocean and when he found him tried to pull him onto his own board but just fell headlong into the clear water himself. They managed to swim back to shore and Elijah sprawled out on the warm sand to watch as Dominic hauled his wet body out of the water, the skin tight wet-suit glistening as it clung to his tight butt when he squatted to retrieve his surfboard. Dominic then drove his board into the sand next to Elijah’s and lay down beside him, laughing. Childishly, Dominic elbowed Elijah in the ribs for laughing at his misfortune, who immediately returned the favour, soon they were wrestling in the sand, Elijah’s limbs flying wildly as he tickled every part of Dominic he could reach. It ended with Dominic pushing down on Elijah from on top, holding his fore arms to stop Elijah’s attack, smirking profoundly. Both breathing heavily, Elijah realised how close Dominic’s moist, slightly parted lips were from his. Dominic realised this too and suddenly rushed in to meet Elijah’s panting mouth, his gasp of surprised lost in Dominic’s kiss, his tongue slowly prying open Elijah’s mouth to explore the secret depths. It felt so real, too real thought Elijah’s sleeping mind, the gentle pressure on his bruised lips, the sweet taste of pure Dominic.
Elijah awoke to find Dominic sitting beside him, his hand resting on the pillow as he lightly stroked the space between Elijah’s eye and ear, the other running a smooth forefinger along the back of his hand but, upon realising that Elijah was waking, stopped abruptly before he had fully awoken from his dream.
“Hi, sleepy head.” were the first words from Dominic’s mouth as he placed his own hands on his knees.
“Hi, Dom.” Elijah replied then reached for a glass of water beside the now withering basket of flowers.
“How long have you been here?” Elijah’s voice sounded gruff from sleep.
“I haven’t been here long, they wanted me to work almost the whole night!” came the answer with a grin framed by the shadow of facial hair slowly creeping about Dominic’s chin, that’s when Elijah noticed the clock said 6:04pm.
Elijah nodded, he knew what some directors were like. Dominic then launched into a full blow-by-blow account of everything he had done and not done that day. Elijah listened for the first few minute’s until his ears blocked out all sound so he could take in everything about Dominic’s appearance, from the flowing spike-slicked hair, to the stylishly ripped denim jeans and also one place in particular as he reflected on his dream. Dominic’s lips, moving quickly to form the words queuing on his tongue, were soft and full. Dominic’s tongue flicked out to moisten them and then continued his lecture, Elijah fantasised about how it would feel for that mouth to kiss its way lower, teeth nipping his taut nipples on its descent, tongue dipping into his navel before reaching its ultimate goal…Elijah almost groaned at the sensation’s the fantasy brought but was then snapped back into reality when he saw a red smudge along Dominic’s lower lip sparkle as the diminishing light hit it, though Dominic didn’t seem to have an injury. Elijah rimmed his own mouth and when his tongue returned he tasted blood from his split lip.
“What are you doing ?”
penetrated Elijah’s thoughts as Dominic watched him lick his lips over and over again.
“Err...I think my lips bleeding.”
Elijah spoke quickly, not wanting to reveal that he may have felt the kiss Dominic could have taken while he was asleep, how else could the smudge have gotten there?
“Yeah, here.”
Dominic took a tissue and lightly dabbed at the cut on his lip, though not getting close enough to tempt his more-than-friendly thoughts.
“Could I have some of your water, please?”
Dominic asked after stuffing the tissue in his pocket.
“All this talking really makes your mouth dry.”
Elijah nodded and he helped himself to a clean glass and poured himself a drink, when the glass returned from his parched mouth, Dominic saw a red line on the edge of it.
Shit!
He thought and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as Elijah began to rub his eyes and yawn. Dominic wiped his lips a few more times while Elijah wasn’t watching then drained the rest of the water. After a silence Dominic asked awkwardly
“So where are you going when you leave hospital? You haven’t fully recovered yet, you know.”
Elijah thought good and hard but nothing came , he couldn’t remember where he lived, who he lived with or why he was even in the UK with Dominic.
“Err…I can’t remember, the only thing I seem to remember is you.”
Elijah stared into his friends gloriously green eyes and knew exactly what he was going to ask next, he wanted it so much but didn’t let it show.
“So…err…do you want to stay at my place…you know…until you get your memory back?”
Dominic voice was low and even but his eyes silently begged him to say yes.
“That sounds great!” was Elijah’s immediate response with a bit too much enthusiasm.
“OK…cool. I’ve got a few weeks off work now too, I’ll bring you some of my clothes for you to wear, we’re about the same size. Yours would have been cut up by the hospital and you would never get them clean even if they weren’t.”
Elijah nodded then jumped as a nurse came in and virtually shouted at Dominic for staying when visiting hours had finished. Dominic made to stand up but Elijah grabbed his iron grey T-shirt and pulled him back down with amazing strength for an injured man, a bit too forcefully too. As it happens Dominic wasn’t expecting that and so couldn’t resist, resulting in Dominic tripping over his own feet and landing spread eagled on top of Elijah, their lips almost touching. Elijah, feeling a sense of déjà vu, waited, but Dominic merely pushed himself off hurriedly and, grinning cheekily at him, departed.
Elijah spent the next 5 days in hospital, with Dominic visiting every day for as long as he could spare and Elijah lived for the time he and Dominic spent together and the hugs they ended with. The day before Elijah was due to be released from hospital Dominic didn’t turn up the time he usually did and Elijah was getting worried. The time passed and eventually Elijah fell asleep. He dreamed he was in heaven doing what he liked best, surfing with Dominic. Elijah watched in his minds eye as Dominic tried to pull a very ambitious stunt while riding a particularly big wave, only to fail miserably and go tumbling into the white surf. Elijah, laughing as though his sides would split, looked for him in the blue ocean and when he found him tried to pull him onto his own board but just fell headlong into the clear water himself. They managed to swim back to shore and Elijah sprawled out on the warm sand to watch as Dominic hauled his wet body out of the water, the skin tight wet-suit glistening as it clung to his tight butt when he squatted to retrieve his surfboard. Dominic then drove his board into the sand next to Elijah’s and lay down beside him, laughing. Childishly, Dominic elbowed Elijah in the ribs for laughing at his misfortune, who immediately returned the favour, soon they were wrestling in the sand, Elijah’s limbs flying wildly as he tickled every part of Dominic he could reach. It ended with Dominic pushing down on Elijah from on top, holding his fore arms to stop Elijah’s attack, smirking profoundly. Both breathing heavily, Elijah realised how close Dominic’s moist, slightly parted lips were from his. Dominic realised this too and suddenly rushed in to meet Elijah’s panting mouth, his gasp of surprised lost in Dominic’s kiss, his tongue slowly prying open Elijah’s mouth to explore the secret depths. It felt so real, too real thought Elijah’s sleeping mind, the gentle pressure on his bruised lips, the sweet taste of pure Dominic.
Elijah awoke to find Dominic sitting beside him, his hand resting on the pillow as he lightly stroked the space between Elijah’s eye and ear, the other running a smooth forefinger along the back of his hand but, upon realising that Elijah was waking, stopped abruptly before he had fully awoken from his dream.
“Hi, sleepy head.” were the first words from Dominic’s mouth as he placed his own hands on his knees.
“Hi, Dom.” Elijah replied then reached for a glass of water beside the now withering basket of flowers.
“How long have you been here?” Elijah’s voice sounded gruff from sleep.
“I haven’t been here long, they wanted me to work almost the whole night!” came the answer with a grin framed by the shadow of facial hair slowly creeping about Dominic’s chin, that’s when Elijah noticed the clock said 6:04pm.
Elijah nodded, he knew what some directors were like. Dominic then launched into a full blow-by-blow account of everything he had done and not done that day. Elijah listened for the first few minute’s until his ears blocked out all sound so he could take in everything about Dominic’s appearance, from the flowing spike-slicked hair, to the stylishly ripped denim jeans and also one place in particular as he reflected on his dream. Dominic’s lips, moving quickly to form the words queuing on his tongue, were soft and full. Dominic’s tongue flicked out to moisten them and then continued his lecture, Elijah fantasised about how it would feel for that mouth to kiss its way lower, teeth nipping his taut nipples on its descent, tongue dipping into his navel before reaching its ultimate goal…Elijah almost groaned at the sensation’s the fantasy brought but was then snapped back into reality when he saw a red smudge along Dominic’s lower lip sparkle as the diminishing light hit it, though Dominic didn’t seem to have an injury. Elijah rimmed his own mouth and when his tongue returned he tasted blood from his split lip.
“What are you doing ?”
penetrated Elijah’s thoughts as Dominic watched him lick his lips over and over again.
“Err...I think my lips bleeding.”
Elijah spoke quickly, not wanting to reveal that he may have felt the kiss Dominic could have taken while he was asleep, how else could the smudge have gotten there?
“Yeah, here.”
Dominic took a tissue and lightly dabbed at the cut on his lip, though not getting close enough to tempt his more-than-friendly thoughts.
“Could I have some of your water, please?”
Dominic asked after stuffing the tissue in his pocket.
“All this talking really makes your mouth dry.”
Elijah nodded and he helped himself to a clean glass and poured himself a drink, when the glass returned from his parched mouth, Dominic saw a red line on the edge of it.
Shit!
He thought and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as Elijah began to rub his eyes and yawn. Dominic wiped his lips a few more times while Elijah wasn’t watching then drained the rest of the water. After a silence Dominic asked awkwardly
“So where are you going when you leave hospital? You haven’t fully recovered yet, you know.”
Elijah thought good and hard but nothing came , he couldn’t remember where he lived, who he lived with or why he was even in the UK with Dominic.
“Err…I can’t remember, the only thing I seem to remember is you.”
Elijah stared into his friends gloriously green eyes and knew exactly what he was going to ask next, he wanted it so much but didn’t let it show.
“So…err…do you want to stay at my place…you know…until you get your memory back?”
Dominic voice was low and even but his eyes silently begged him to say yes.
“That sounds great!” was Elijah’s immediate response with a bit too much enthusiasm.
“OK…cool. I’ve got a few weeks off work now too, I’ll bring you some of my clothes for you to wear, we’re about the same size. Yours would have been cut up by the hospital and you would never get them clean even if they weren’t.”
Elijah nodded then jumped as a nurse came in and virtually shouted at Dominic for staying when visiting hours had finished. Dominic made to stand up but Elijah grabbed his iron grey T-shirt and pulled him back down with amazing strength for an injured man, a bit too forcefully too. As it happens Dominic wasn’t expecting that and so couldn’t resist, resulting in Dominic tripping over his own feet and landing spread eagled on top of Elijah, their lips almost touching. Elijah, feeling a sense of déjà vu, waited, but Dominic merely pushed himself off hurriedly and, grinning cheekily at him, departed.