Nuestra Tabla

Title: Nuestra Tabla
Rating: NC-17, m/m relations
Pairing: Dom/Lijah
Synopsis: A conversation and a little game of touchy-feely.
Feedback: Is one of the very few things that keep me breathing…
Notes: My first RPS smutfic! And my first SLASHY smutfic at that! I’m so fucking proud of myself! According to an Internet language English to whatever-language-you-want translator, the title means ‘Our Table’. Aren’t I clever? lol
Disclaimer: *grins* Yes. They’re mine. In the exact same way that the world revolves around me. It’s. All. In. My. Head. If you think that I’m gaining anything but satisfaction from writing this, please feel free to take it up with my lawyer *pulls out teddy bear* Meet Mr. Stumple, my attorney…
Dedication: For Bonnie, who wanted me to write her some fluff as opposed to angst of a HUGE proportion… Love ya babe! Hope you like it ^_^


“Did you see them yesterday?”

His voice breaks the silence and I look up from the newspaper I’d been reading. He staring at the tablecloth intently, tracing its threads with a lone finger.

“Who?”

He looks up at me then, blue eyes shining, a small smile adorning his lips. “Orli and Viggo.”

I shrug and close the paper, placing it on the table. I pick up my juice and take a sip. “Same old Orli and Viggo.”

Now he grins. A fully-fledged Elijah grin and I feel my insides turn happily. God, I love they way he looks right now. I smile back slightly and realise that there’s something he’s not telling me. “Why? What am I missing out on?”

“They’re together.” I choke on my juice and just look at him. His eyes are triumphant. He knows he’s got me.

“You’re kidding me? Orli and Vig?” He nods and leans back in his chair, hands coming up to lace behind his head. “Since when?”

“Only a couple of days, apparently. That’s what Beanie told me anyway.” He reaches forward and grabs a cigarette from the small box on the table. Lighting up, he leans back again. I stare at him as those lips wrap around the small object he holds so carefully between his fingers. A small jolt of electricity runs down my spine at the sight. I close my eyes, imagination going wild. Pictures of Elijah, his lips wrapped around me, fingers gently caressing my stomach, Lij below me, eyes closed tightly in ecstasy. A chuckle comes from the other side of the table. My eyes snap open to find Elijah looking at me, a knowing smile on his face and eyes dancing with mischief. I shake my head and close my eyes again, concentrating on breathing.

A second later I feel his arms wrap around my shoulders. His head comes down to rest on his arms and I can feel his hot breath on my neck. I lean my head back against his shoulder. His lips find my cheek and place a small kiss there, before coming up to whisper in my ear.

“Do you want me, Dommie?” His tongue darts out to trace the curve of my ear and I gasp. Nodding, I open my eyes and glance back at him. The look on his face takes my breath away. He’s looking at me under his lashes, eyes dark with desire. His mouth is curled up at the edges. Hcks cks his lips and my eyes instinctively follow the path of his tongue.

One arm frees from my shoulders and his hand reaches down to rest on my thigh. Slowly his fingers trail the sewn crease between my legs, the fabric of my jeans brushing against my skin and sending tingles along it. His hand reaches its destination and I feel his fingers softly squeeze my growing erection. My eyes close once more and an involuntary moan escapes my parted lips. His mouth presses against my neck and I can feel him smiling. Sweet kisses are placed against my skin, his fingers working on the buttons of my jeans. His next words are spoken against my sensitised flesh and the breath hitches in my throat.

“What is it that you want, Dominic?”

All of my resolve shatters and I shove his hand from my lap. Standing, I turn on him, shoving him back until his body hits the wall. I hear him gasp with the impact and right now I don’t care if he needs to take a breath because I plaster my body to his and capture his lips in a fierce kiss. Immediately my tongue seeks entrance to his mouth and his gives it willingly. I hear him chuckle as his hands come up to rest on my hips. Quickly I yank them away, forcing them above his head and pinning them there against the wall. I tear my mouth away from his, breathing hard. And he laughs at me. He fucking laughs at me. The bastard.

“You’re such a bitch.”

I growl and push my body closer to his, my hips pressing tightly against his own. I can feel how hard he is now and I’ll be damned if I don’t want to just rip his clothes of and fuck him right here… He pushes his hips forward and grinds them against mine. My head falls back and I moan, my own hips instantly reaching to join his. He laughs at me again and I pull back a little to look at him. He has one eyebrow raised and he’s grinning at me. He’s mocking me, I know it.

“You fucking asshole.”

My voice is hoarse I caI can hear my own anger there. I kick one of his feet to the side and shove one of my knees between his now parted legs. I press closer to him once more, my thigh rubbing harshly against his tightly reigned erection. A strangled groan and he starts rocking his hips against my leg. Holy fuck. I can feel how hot he is through two layers of clothing and it sends my minelineling. My fingers reach down to the fly of his jeans and undo it quickly, desperate to feel what the garment is hiding from them. Once undone, my hand dips in and wraps around him. Now it’s his turn to moan and he doesn’t disappoint me, the sound breaking forth from his lips and swirling in the air around me like a hurricane. Music to my ears “Oh “Oh fuck, Dom… Please…” His voice is strained and a smile tugs at my lips. Jackpot. I lean forward and nip at his jaw, my hand slowly stroking up and down his length.

“What is it that you want, Elijah?” I throw his earlier words back at him and he hs lhs lightly. He’s fighting to keep his eyes open and I lean forward to kiss them closed. He sighs and leans his head back against the wall.

“You know what I want, Dom.” A whisper that I barely hear and when I do I drop instantly to my knees and shove his jeans down around his ankles. He gasps and before he knows it I have my lips wrapped tightly around his beautiful cock. I look up at him. Our eyes meet and I’m entranced. So fucking blue and absolutely electric.

I start then, taking my time on him, prolonging the pleasure. My tongue laps at all the places that I know will make him moan. And he does, the vibrations running through his entire body and resting somewhere inside me, making me ache with arousal. It occurs to me for a moment that I don’t know where he ends and I begin, but a small thrust of his hips against my face forces the thought from my mind and I focus on what I’m doing. His hands have come down to tangle in my hair and his fingers are absentmindedly massaging my scalp. I bring my hands up to cup his ass, nails lightly scratching the tender skin there. He flexes his hips once more and I know how hard he’s trying to hold it back.

Quickly I stand up, ignoring the groan of disappointment from him. He’ll get over it. I rip my shirt over my head and push my jeans down my hips, kicking them away somewhere behind me. I pull him away from the wall and unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms until it falls silently to the floor. I turn him and force him backwards towards the table. I push everything off the table and lift him onto it, his legs spreading of their own accord. My hand on his chest leans him back on the table and I hear as his head hits the wood. We both laugh.

I grasp his hips and pull him forward until he’s against the edge of the table. He lifts his legs to drape them over my shoulders. I can’t help the giggle that escapes me. He looks at me, confused.

“Very expectant, aren’t we, my love?” He rolls his eyes and lays his head back again.

“Well, you put me here, Dom. Why else would you do it if it wasn’t so you could fuck me silly?” His question strikes me as hilarious and I laugh again. He glares at me. “What the fuck is so funny?”

I smile down at him. I bring one hand up, licking my fingers, and I take them back down to his body. I wink at him. “I can think of a few things…” I move closer to him and hold his thigh with my free hand. The other reaches lower. I press one finger gently against his opening and I hear his breath hiss from his lips. Pushing inside of him, I work slowly, preparing him for the onslaught soon to come.

“Like what?” He asks breathlessly.

Another finger joins the first and I stretch him carefully. I would never hurt him. I curl my fingers inside him, searching for the little gland I know will make him cry out. I find it quickly anace ace the tips of y fingers over it. The reaction is instant and his hips rise from the table on a drawn out m

“Like that tickle fight we had last week.” I take my fingers from him and his hips lower again, a frustrated sigh escaping him.

“Oh Dom, please…”

I lift my hand and spit into my palm, lowering it to stroke my own cock. Elijah squirms. He knows what’s coming.

“Or that time when you decided I’d been naughty and that you wanted to spank me…” I push against him and gasp as I feel his muscle relax. I slide into him easily. There’s a cry and I don’t know if it came from him or me. I hold against him then lean over to kiss just above his belly button. I decide quickly that the sound was mutual. I lay my forehead against his stomach and wait a moment, enjoying the feeling of being inside him.

“Move, Dommie.” A sigh. I stand straight. His body has a strange effect on me; I just got lost in it. I begin moving against him slowly, leaving him only slightly before returning on impulse. I want this to last for both of us. I know that it won’t be long for me. Just thinking about him brings me to the edge.

One of his hands rests on his stomach, fingers clenching and relaxing in time with my thrusts. I reach my hand up and lace our fingers, laying them back on his stomach. He lifts his head a little and smiles up at me. That one small look and all of my control goes to hell. My strokes speed up, pressure building up inside my stomach and I feel it begin to spiral throughout my body. I reach one hand forward and grasp his erection in my hand. One, two pumps of my fist and he cries out, warm liquid washing over his stomach. His fingers tighten around my own and my release rushes upon me. I throw my head back as I spill myself inside of him.

I open my eyes moments later and am faced with darkness. Lifting my head, his skin comes into view. My head was lying on his stomach. A mystery. I don’t know how I got there. His chest is still heaving and I fall back into the chair behind me. He sits up, legs now dangling off the edge of the table. He clears his throat and I look up at him curiously.

“You do realise that both of those times we ended up fucking right here on this table?”

We both laugh. He leans down to kiss me softly, lips grazing mine in the sweetest of touches. I reach a hand forward to smooth down the tablecloth. Yes, this table has seen its fair share of passionate embraces. I smile fondly. I’m sure it will see many more.