Moments in Time

Disclaimer: Neither of them belongs to me. I would really like to claim that bed though… It’d smell like them after this ^_^


The evening had been boring without the company of his best friend. Dom had gone out for a walk while Elijah had attended a live talk show interview. Nothing to do and no one to do it with. The house had been lonely and quiet without Elijah there, its small space seeming rather confining to him. So he’d left. But that had been hours ago now. He’d had things to think about anyway.

Things had been great lately. He and Elijah had bought a house together now that filming had begun again. It was far enough from the city to be peaceful and close enough not to be secluded. He absolutely loved it. He loved being with Elijah, too. Having him there all the time as a friend was incredible. He’d never met anyone like Elijah before in his life. A child star who had grown up in the Hollywood lights. It hadn’t affected him at all. He guessed it was one of the many things he loved about the guy.

And there were a great many things, really. Those blue eyes that dimmed to almost black in the light of the moon. Pale skin that radiated a natural glow. That smile that could light up his heart and make him instantly grin in return. All those things and others. Little things that made him love who Elijah was. Made him love Elijah himself.

He’d never really thought about it before. His friendship with Elijah was something that he cherished. A friendship like that was something that he’d wanted his whole life. Someone to talk to and to confide in. Who didn’t annoy him at all andn’t n’t ever get sick of him.

Elijah didn’t know that Dom had feelings for him; Dom himself had only just come to terms with it himself. There had been many sleepless nights of late where he’d spent the first hours after he’d gone to bed thinking of Elijah and touching himself, finding his completion with his friends name a whisper on his lips. Then he’d try to analyse exactly why he’d thought about his best friend that way. Not easy. He had always felt angry and disgusted with himself afterwards. Now, though, he’d learnt to deal with it in the only way he could: by going out and getting completely hammered.

Dom sighed as he rounded the corner of their street, digging his hands deep into his pockets. The night was cool and his jacket was doing little to warm him from the air. He spotted the house up ahead. Elijah’s car was in the driveway but the house was dark. Dom frowned and quickened his pace.

Opening the front door, Dom entered the house quickly, not even bothering to remove his jacket. He looked around the dark living room, the moonlight coming through the window and illuminating his surroundings. No Elijah. Slightly panicked, he moved from room to room, searching for the younger man.

Dom opened the door to his own room and peered inside. His eyes widened in shock and he gasped. Elijah was stretched out on Dom’s bed asleep. His legs were tangled in the white sheets, a hand rested on his warm, pale chest. Eyelids fluttered and Elijah’s mouth opened. A dream. He was dreaming.

A sense of utter shock fell over his body and Dom leaned back against the doorframe. Elijah was asleep on his bed. Not Elijah’s own bed, but Dom’s. A shudder ran through his body and Dom closed his eyes. A soft sigh met his ears and Dom opened his eyes once again. Elijah shifted on the bed, his boxers low on his hips showing the slight trail of hair leading from his belly button and below the silken fabric. Dom bit his lip nervously. He’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

Making his way quietly over to the bed, Dom sat down on the edge of the mattress next to Elijah. His tongue darted out absently, wetting his parched lips. Elijah rolled over on his side, one hand coming to rest lightly on Dom’s thigh. Light and innocent as the touch was, Dom bit back a moan. He looked down at Elijah. The boy was beautiful, he couldn’t deny it. Sweet lips were parted a little in sleep, his long dark lashes falling gracefully on his alabaster cheeks. Of its very own accord, Dom’s hand came to cover Elijah’s own.

“Dom…” A quiet moan from the bed and Dom pulled his hand away in shock. His name. His name falling from Elijah’s lips. His hand wandered once again to rest over Elijah’s, thumb detailing patterns over soft skin. Dom leant over and pressed his lips softly to Elijah’s forehead, sitting back again to study the young man’s face.

Cool blue eyes opened and blinked, focussing in the dim light of the moon. Dom looked away before Elijah’s eyes found his own. He forced his hand away from Elijah’s, only to gasp when it was quickly caught again, nimble fingers quickly twining with his.

“Dommie?” Elijah’s voice was quiet and calm, a hint of sleep weaving its way through it. Dom sighed and hung his head, eyes closing. A small hopeful voice was playing in his head, dancing with images of Elijah, half nude and asleep.

Shaking fingers tucked themselves under his chin and lifted. His eyes opened and met with shining blue. A smile. Elijah wasn’t angry. The hand drifted up to cup his cheek. Instinctively Dom leaned into the touch, a warmth engulfing his body, raining heat on his senses and making him ache for more. His free hand came up to rest over the one at his cheek.

“Elijah? What are you doing in my bed?” His voice trembled and he suddenly felt ashamed that a touch such as this could break his resolve so easily.

“Waiting for you,” came the soft reply. “Now you’re here.”

“Why?”

Elijah smiled shyly. SometiDom Dom was reminded of just how innocent he could be. Now was one of those times and Dom revelled in it. A flush stole over Elijah’s skin, over his face and chest. Dom felt the sudden urge to make Elijah’s skin burn.

“I wanted to talk to you, but…” Elijah’s voice trailed off and Dom looked at him curiously. Elijah only smiled and looked down to where his and Dom’s hand were tangled together. “I’ve forgotten what it was I wanted to say…” He looked back up at Dom, clear blue eyes filled with emotion. Dom tried desperately not to read what Elijah was feeling. He smiled a little and sighed. The room was silent; the only sounds the rustle of the leaves outside and their breathing.

“How was the interview?”

“You didn’t watch it?” Dom shook his head and Elijah’s smile widened.

“Went out for a walk. I was lonely.”

“They asked me the regular questions; how filming’s going, what the other cast members are like,” He paused. “If I have a significant other…” Dom nodded and Elijah tilted his head to the side, studying his face. Satisfied, he continued. “I actually gave them an answer this time. PR’s gonna kill me.”

Dom frowned, brow furrowed. He gave them an answer. What the fuck sort of answer did he give? His fingers absently toyed his Elijah’s, enjoying holding his hand. He run his fingers over aoth oth palm and Elijah sighed contentedly.

“I told them that there was a chance that there could be someone in the very near future.”

“You didn’t tell me you were interested in anyone, Lij.”

Elijah laughed and sat up on the bed. “You can be pretty slow sometimes, Monaghan.” He lifted their entwined hands and held them in front of Dom’s face. “Who do you think I meant, Dom?” His eyebrow rose and he gave Dom a pointed look.

Dom positively shook. His whole body trembled in shock. Him. Elijah meant him. He pulled the hands in front of him closer and placed a soft kiss on Elijah’s skin.

“Did you mean it?

“Yes. I have feelings for you, Dom.”

“The feeling’s mutual.” If it was possible for Elijah’s eyes to brighten any more than they already were, they did at that moment. The younger man beamed, in no way shy of his admission. Dom found it terribly difficult not to grin back. “So now what do we do, Lij?”

Eh chh chuckled, the sound sending a spiralling tremor through Dom’s body and down into his groin. “Typically, now would be the time to kiss me, but since you seem to be -“ His words were cut off by Dom’s lips against his own. Maddeningly slow, Dom tried with everything that he was to show Elijah exactly what he meant to him. Moments, perhaps minutes passed, but neither took notice. They parted, breathless, and Dom squeezed Elijah’s hand in his own.

“And how was that?”

“Oh, I think you could do better than that…” Elijah leant forward, lips grazing Dom’s, a hairs-breadth away. “Or maybe I could.”

Dom flicked his tongue out to taste Elijah’s lips, taking pride in the moan that fell from them. “I don’t know, Lij, I might just be better than you think.”

“I’d like to see that.”

“Is that a request?”

“You know it is.”

Lips clashed with months of pent-up tension, tongues battling for dominance, hands roaming over warm skin and under cool fabric. Dom pulled away with a feral grin, and pushed Elijah back onto the mattress. Elijah’s fingers, now free from Dom’s own, frantically pushed pushed Dom’s jacket from his shoulder and worked his shirt up as far as possible, fingertips skimming lightly over the exposed flesh of Dom’s stomach, feeling the muscles contract under his touch.

Dom’s own hands fumbled with the button fly of his jeans, shaking with effort. Elijah wed hed him and giggled slightly, earning himself a glare. Finally undoing the last button, Dom stood up and pushed his jeans and boxers from his hips, kicking them away from him. He lifted his shirt over his head, leaving himself completely bear to Elijah’s hungry gaze.

And hungry it was; eyes roamed over his body, stopping when they reached the source of Dom’s only discomfort. Elijah licked his lips, looking for all the world like all he wanted to do was to devour Dom whole. Electricity flew through his body and Dom moved back to the bed, reaching forward to grasp at the waistband of Elijah’s boxers, pulling them swiftly down and off.

One braced one knee on the bed and leaned over, bringing his lips to toy with Elijah’s briefly, before kissing a lazy path down over his chin and down his neck. Hands grabbed at his head, trying to force him back up and into a kiss. Dom smirked and relented for just a moment. Elijah’s kisses were weakening and Dom felt liquid-fire course through his veins, leaving not an ounce of strength in their wake. He shook his head and pulled back, dropping a quick kiss against Elijah’s forehead, and made his way down the column of his throat once more. Lapping at a collarbone, he felt more than heard the soft moan that reverberated through Elijah’s body. He closed his eyes as a sudden surge of arousal hit him. If he wasn’t careful, this wasn’t going to last long at all.

Elijah’s hands, which had been idle by his side, rose to tug at Dom’s waist, trying to pull him onto the bed with him. And he went, coming to rest between Elijah’s thighs. Legs wrapped around his waist and he fought the urge to take Elijah right then. He guessed he must have had more self-control than he thought, because he resisted, dipping his head instead to suckle at a rosy nipple. Elijah cried out above him, hands coming to tangle mercilessly in Dom’s hair, attempting to pull him even closer. He bit down, hard. Elijah’s hips bucked, grinding desperately against his stomach. Dom pushed down, forcing them still. Elijah let out a frustrated groan. Dom gave Elijah’s nipple and final kiss and moved to give the other the same attention.

Ever-present hands pushed his head down and away from pebbled skin. Dom gave the nipple one last lick then looked up at Elijah’s face. Lust-darkened eyes met his, pleading silently with him. Dom’s lips quirked in a small smile and he nodded. Anything for Elijah. He quickly kissed a path down the pale expanse of Elijah’s chest, stopping to give each nipple another small lick, much to Elijah’s dismay. Hinguengue circled the small dip of Elijah’s belly button, his hands coming up to caress quivering thighs. He looked up to meet hooded eyes once more, smiled again, then bent his head and took Elijah in his mouth.

The reaction was instant. A keening cry parted Elijah’s lips as he was engulfed in flame. Dom moaned appreciatively around Elijah’s flesh, knowing exactly what the vibrations it caused would do to him. He licked the silken skin of Elijah’s cock, enjoying the feel of it against his tongue. Hands clenched and un-clenched in his hair, following in his movements. He brought his own hands up to hook under Elijah’s knees, bringing them to rest over his shoulders. He felt Elijah’s calf muscles tense and relax against his back, heels digging in slightly.

His eyes rose once more to look at Elijah’s face. Eyes were closed tightly, brow furrowed in concentration. His skin was flushed, tinted a warm pink in the moonlight. His chest heaved, filling his lungs with much-needed air before desire got in the way and forced it back out again. Dom wondered for a moment whether he’d ever seen anything of greater beauty, then quickly decided against it. Nothing would ever compare to how Elijah looked right then.

He flicked his tongue over the head of Elijah’s cock once again, before releasing the younger man entirely. He climbed back up Elijah’s body, the knees hooked over his shoulders, stretching Elijah open to him, until his own erection hit the hidden opening now laid bare to him. Both of them gasped with the sudden touch. Dom dropped and licked the line of Elijah’s jaw, reaching over to the table next to his bed, fumbling with the contents of the countertop until he found exactly what he needed. Flipping the lid of the small tube, Dom squeezed some lubricant onto his fingers before throwing to tube somewhere behind him. Cruelly, he didn’t warm the lubricant before he applied it to Elijah’s tight opening. The man almost sobbed beneath him, fingers digging into the muscles of Dom’s shoulders. He didn’t mind; anything to make Elijah scream.

He slid one finger into Elijah, weary. He knew Elijah had never done anything like this before and he didn’t want to hurt him in any way.

“S’that okay, Lij?”

Elijah nodded up at him, panting slightly. “Yeah, don’t stop, Dom…”

Dom closed his eyes for a moment and licked his now dry lips. He was nervous, perhaps more so than Elijah himself. He dipped his head to place a soft kiss against Elijah’s swollen lips, moving his finger slowly inside him, before tentatively adding another. Elijah whimpered against his mouth as Dom scissored his fingers, stretching Elijah carefully, preparing him for what was to come. Fingers curved slightly, seeking out the one spot he knew could bring forth another cry from Elijah’s lips. It didn’t take him long to find it and Elijah’s sob against his lips told him everything.

He sat back, withdrawing his fingers from Elijah’s body and bringing his pto hto his own erection, coating it with the lubricant left over on his fingers. His hands shook and he leant over Elijah once more, staring deep into dark eyes.

“Are you sure, Elijah?” The question meant so many things for him and Elijah smiled up at him, understanding every implication that it held.

“I’m sure, Dommie.”

And then it happened. Positioning himself at Elijah’s entrance, he leaned down for another soft, reassuring kiss, before beginning the push inside. Elijah whimpered beneath him and he refused to stop, knowing that nothing would take the pain away until he was fully inside. He brought one hand up to smooth the hair away from Elijah’s sweaty forehead, then bent to kiss him there, tasting salt on his skin. He moved slowly, trying to put Elijah through as le ple pain as possible. Then it was over.

The chest beneath his heaved with ragged breaths and he closed his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I wish I could take the pain away…”

A finger to his lips silenced him. “It’s okay, I know it won’t last long,” His muscles tightened for a moment and Dom couldn’t help a small involuntary thrust of his hips. Elijah gasped and his head pushed back against the pillow. “Move, Dom, please…”

So he did, very slowly and carefully trying to ease ah’sah’s discomfort as best he could. Every sound that fell from Elijah’s lips urged him onward and every touch of hands in his hair brought him closer and closer to release. Elijah’s cock was trapped between their bodies and with every move than Dom made, he could feel Elijah against his skin.

He felt rather than heard Elijah’s breath hitch moments later before the younger man came with a loud cry of Dom’s name. Heat flushed through his body and the tight coil of ecstasy that had been building within him unwound and he quickly found himself following Elijah into oblivion.

Sometime later, he wasn’t quite sure how long, Dom came to with the feeling of warm palms running over his sweat-cooled back. He lifted his head from the crook of Elijah’s neck. Clear blue eyes, filled with tears, looked down at him. A sudden sadness washed over him.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” A lone tear escaped and Dom bent his head to kiss it away. There was a flutter of eyelashes against his cheek and he sat back to study Elijah’s face.

“I never imagined this would happen, Dom. I wanted it but I never imagined…”

“Oh, Lijah.” Dom shook his head and pressed his lips to Elijah’s, innocent and filled with peace. “You have no idea how long I’ve loved you…”

Elijah’s eyes widened. “You love me?” Dom only nodded. Elijah groaned and poked him in the ribs with a finger.

“Ow! Hey, what the hell was that for?!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Why d’ya bloody think?”

Elijah sighed and rolled his eyes. “I love you too, you ass. We could’ve been over this ms ags ago!”

Dom huffed a laugh and looked at Elijah, incredulously. “You fucking bastard!” He dug his fingers into Elijah’s ribs, tickling him. Elijah squealed and tried to push him away. Dom shook his head and rolled over to Elijah’s side, one arm resting around his waist and holding him close. “Ya know, PR’s gonna have a fit…”

“Fuck PR.”

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