Josh & Jeremy

Dominic is going to score tonight, no question about it.

He's been suave, funny, charming, urbane (he's never used the
word "urbane" to describe himself before, ever). His jokes have
been laughed at, his drinks accepted, his lines bought with a
smile. He's still trying to get his footing in this new country,
one he will call home for a while. As expected everything is
different--the food, the television, the way night smells--but
this, this remains the same: he can get laid.

Two drinks into the night he switched from wine to beer and
although they don't have his usual, he feels much bettew thw that
he's drinking dark ale from a sturdy pint glass. It's moist
against his palm and his fingers trace idle patterns into the
condensation as he watches his drinking companion down a mouthful
of the amber liquid. Froth clings to the edible lips, and
Dominic smiles when a pink tongue absently licks it away.

* * *

Elijah watches square-tipped fingers toy nervously with a pint
glass, drawing patterns in the dewy coating on it, and knows this
isn't going to be difficult. Jeremy is definitely interested.
This is the third beer he's bought Elijah, and Elijah's only
needed to laugh at the right moments and leave a hand on Jeremy's
forearm a millisecond too long.

Jeremy has begun to lean in a little closer and look at Elijah
with his head tilted down and his eyes tilted up, and that's the
look that lets Elijah know he's in. Elijah has seen it before.
This time it comes with a wicked, crooked grin that's well worth
waiting for.

The bar is crowded, and that's just fine with Elijah; it forces
them to perch on stools, crushed close together by jostling
bodies. Jeremy's stool is so close to his that their legs are
almost interlaced. A warm knee brushes the inside of his thigh.

A new song comes on over the sound system, and Jeremy draws back
to listen, the suggestive grin widening momentarily into
something a little less predatory. Elijah feels the need to
lightly touch his forearm again, and that does the
trick--Jeremy's eyes snap back to his.

* * *

"David Bowie. Fantastic song," Dominic offers offhandedly,
getting back into character.

Josh--and what a pretty name it is, fits so well with the wide
blue eyes, both innocent and mischievous--doesn't notice the
transition. "You said you're in a band, right?"

"I am." Dominic takes a gulp of his beer, still eyeing Josh
intently.

"You play this?"

"If you ask nice." He treats the boy to a blinding smile, one he
knows no one has a chance against.

On the bar surface between their glasses, Josh's fingertips tap
on the top of Dominic's hand, playful. "Guitar?"

Dominic lets him touch. "Yes. Guitar." He doesn't move, just
lets the pads of Josh's paler fingers travel lightly over his
relaxed hand, feeling for calluses--which, thankfully, he does
have, supporting the identity he's assumed tonight. It occurs to
Dominic that his lying--so far--wasn't that far from the truth.
Maybe he should've gone for something different, more difficult
to pull off. Being Jeremy was getting too easy.

One of Josh's short-short nails digs harmlessly into the rougher
flesh, and blue eyes--so fucking *blue*--peer back up at him.
"You any good at it?"

"I hold my own. You?"

"Me what?"

"You play anything?"

* * *


Do I play anything? Sure. I play characters. I play dumb. I
play you, Elijah thinks. But that won't do for an answer.

"No, but I'm a huge music fan." "The"The best ones are," replies Jeremy. The grin slides dangerously
close to a leer.

Elijah stifles a snort, raises an eyebrow and does his best to
look mysterious. Yeah, that's me, I'm enormous. Jeremy's got
cheesy pickup lines, but what the hell, he's cute and he's got a
world-class ass. He thinks he feels the knee on his inner thigh
press upwards a little. It's subtle, though, and he's not
certain yet.

When a hand follows the knee and slides upwards, he's certain.

Elijah lets his fingers lightly trace the tendons on the back of
the hand resting on the bar, smiles into Jeremy's face, and
waits. Here it comes.

"Where're you staying?"

"WellWellesley." Elijah pauses, decides to play the innocence
card. It's an oldie but a goodie, and hasn't failed him yet.
"Why?" He resists the urge to bat his eyelashes. The hand on
his leg, which had begun a pleasant exploration of the crevice
between his inner thigh and his ass, pauses.

* * *

Dominic suppresses a snort. Why? Why do you think, Josh? Pretty
or not, you can't be that dense. He punctuates the thought with
a little squeeze to Josh's ass, and decides to ignore the
question and cut to the chase.

"Your place or mine?"

"Mine." Josh doesn't skip a beat, and Dominic likes that. He's
eager enough to drop the pretense.

"Right. Let's, then." Dominic takes his wallet out of the back
pocket of his jeans and flips several bills onto the bar before
getting up and elbowing people out of his way. He knows Josh is
close behind him as he makes his way through the crowd. He can
feel a hand lightly tugging at the back of his jacket, and he
senses that Josh's eyes are firmly planted on his ass as they
make their way towards the door. That's confirmed when he
glances back before holding the door open for Josh. Those
innocent-looking eyes are in fact admiring the view, and they
don't look up immediately. When they do, there's no trace of
embarrassment.

* * *

The cab is old and smells of vinyl and wet umbrellas, but that's
far from the first thing on Elijah's mind. That would be . . .
well, it's a tossup between the hand fumbling with the button fly
of his jeans and the combination of stubble and hot tongue
assaulting his ear.

"Fuck, you taste good," growls Jeremy, and moves his mouth down a
little to suck hard at the angle of Elijah's jaw. There'll be
marks tomorrow.

He has to help Jeremy with the buttons, but it's worth it when
the hand pushes impatiently past heavy damp denim and bunched
boxers to find his cock, and yeah, that's what Elijah's been
waiting for. He arches into the warm hand and gropes blindly for
Jeremy's crotch.

Jeremy's hard and there's already a damp spot on the worn beige
cords he's wearing. Elijah runs his short fingernails across the
bulge, using the ridges in the corduroy fabric to generate a
vibration, and a very satisfying groan puffs into his wet ear.

* * *

Dominic bucks against the hand between his legs and tightens his
grip around Josh's erection, fingers tangling into warm pubic
hair. There's only so much two people can do in a cab, and
they've probably crossed that line a few moves ago. It's a
relief when the cab slows and the cabbie glares at them through
the rearview mirror. "Forty," he snarls, and though Dominic
knows the ride should cost a lot less he doesn't ask questions,
just fumbles with his wallet while Josh fumbles to refasten his
fly.

Same hotel. Figures. Josh is staying at the same motherfucking
hotel. Oh well, it'll be easier to slink back to his own shower
in the morning, although the avoiding might prove to be a little
tricky. Details are, however, to be worked out later.

Dominic sees the people in the hotel lobby watch them drag their
sneakered feet across the marble floor. Boys with money, chums,
that's all, nothing more, going up to their rooms to drink
themselves into a stupor or to watch those questionable movies,
who the hell cares. Dominic ducks his head and hurries Josh
along when the concierge smiles at him and almost greets him by
name. But mak make it to the elevator without incident and
Dominic makes a mental note to tip the concierge very, very well.

* * *

As the shiny doors of the elevator part with a clear 'bing' it
occurs to Elijah that this will most likely be the last time he
can be this careless even overseas, what with the whole Frodo
thing they've assured him will secure him a prime spot in the
annals of filmmaking. Jeremy's hand hovers low at the small of
his back as they step in, and Elijah thinks, yeah, he'll do for a
last anonymous fuck. Maybe he can stretch it out a little, maybe
even till morning.

He punches the button for the fifteenth floor and meets Jeremy's
eyes in the buffed brass surface of the elevator wall. Jeremy
looks hungry. Good. He hooks a finger into the waistband at the
back of Elijah's jeans and tugs impatiently, and Elijah willingly
comes, hesitating just a little to let the doors slide shut.

A briefcase jams itself between the doors, and Elijah hears a
soft "ah, fuck" from behind him when they bounce open again to
reveal a travel-worn family of three: mom, dad, little girl in
her daddy's arms. They have to wait for the family to crowd in
with a bellhop and an obscene amount of luggage on a cart, and
Elijah backs into Jeremy to make room. Shit. It's
excruciating. Jeremy takes advantage of his proximity to rub
against Elijah's aseremeremy's worn corduroys, Elijah has found,
are about as concealing as tissue paper--and Elijah has to smile
pleasantly at the tired travelers and keep his hands carefully
clasped over his crotch.

The family gets out on the third floor, and before the doors have
completely closed Jeremy's got Elijah pinned against the
upholstered back of the elevator. Elijah sees the little girl
crane her neck curiously over her father's shoulder before the
doors slide shut, and then the view of Jeremy's corduroy-clad ass
in the polished brass doors reminds him to disentangle a hand and
bring it down for a squeeze. Jeremy flexes under his hand,
grinding against Elijah's hip, and goes back to work on his ear.
Jeremy's hands are impatiently pushing up under his shirt and
Elijah would like to pursue that line of thought, he really
would, but he can't stop looking over Jeremy's shoulder to make
sure the doors are staying closed. Finally the fifteenth floor
button lights up, and he shoves Jeremy back towards the door

* * *

As he watches Josh fumble with the uncooperative keycard, Dominic
suddenly wants to hear the boy's voice again, the flat little
American accent with very few inflections you always hear in
movies. He's so California it's painful, but the things
Dominic's heard out of that mouth so far are anything but bland,
and anyway he suddenly wants something to distract him as he
leans against the doorjamb, watching Josh's hands work the little
plastic bit.

"You're alone in there, right? I'm not going to stumble on family
members or last night's date, am I?" He takes some of the
harshness out of his words by saying them through a lopsided
smile.

The door finally clicks open and Josh chuckles, pushing it inward
with a pointed look in Dominic's direction. "Coast's clear. Get
in."

Dominic pushes past him and eyes the room appreciatively. Better
than his, by a lot. Roomier, a tad more ostentatious . . .
this'll do.

He's admiring the drapes when hands slither in from behind and
start working on his fly. "Nice."

"Isn't it. Only the best for . . ."

Dominic waits, then turns his head to look at him, slightly
amused. Seems like someone else might be tripping all over his
own lies. "For?"

If he is, Josh recovers beautifully, with a wicked grin. "Well,
for me. Don't you think?" Dominic's fly is opened by now and
both of Josh's hands are sliding down his stomach into his
underwear. His chin rests on Dominic's shoulder and his hips are
flush against his ass. Dominic can almost feel Josh's heartbeat
against his shoulder blade. The fingers on his hipbones hook on
his cords andh doh down, a hand coming up to cup his balls
immediately. Dominic chokes on an intake of air and turns
around, shoving Josh against the wall. He likes the way his
nails dig into the denim and the flesh underneath. Josh gasps
when his head connects with the wall, but Dominic sees a
challenge flash in the wide eyes before he goes in for a rough
kiss.

* * *

Oh, it's on. Elijah lets Jeremy maul him for a minute, awkwardly
pushing the cords down to Jeremy's knees, and when he's got him
immobilized in bunched fabric he twists in Jeremy's grasp and
shoves hard to slam him back into the wall. There. My turn,
Elijah thinks, and dives for Jeremy's neck. He's rewarded by a
sharp intake of breath and a definite sagging of Jeremy'ses, es,
and then there are hands impatiently pushing at his jacket
sleeves and tugging at his shirt. It doesn't take long to shuck
them.

The hands linger on his chest for just a moment before they start
to push him down, and he's going, that's just fine with him, he's
on his knees and eye to eye with tonight's guest of honor. Well
hello there, aren't you pretty? he thinks, and gets himself a
good double handful of Jeremy's ass for fun and leverage before
giving him a long, slow lick. Jeremy grunts and grabs a handful
of his hair--stop dicking around, the grip tells Elijah, and
that's fine too. He sucks him in without any more preamble,
relishing the little tremble that starts in Jeremy's thighs
almost immediately.

He brings a hand up behind Jeremy's balls and starts to rub with
his fingers, massaging in time to the strokes of his tongue, and
Jeremy's dick jumps in his mouth. The grip on his hair tightens
almost painfully. He intensifies the pressure behind Jeremy's
balls and works in long laving strokes along the underside of
Jeremy's cock, smelling the pleasant funk of damp sex in the hair
around his nose, pausing occasionally in his rhythm to add the
pressure of teeth covered with rolled-in lips. The tremble in
Jeremy's thighs turns into a shake, the fists in his hair loosen
and clench, and there's a powerful thrust into Elijah's face that
nearly tips him backwards. Oh yeah, he's good at this.

* * *

Dominic lets out a shout as Josh's teeth graze the head of his
cock, and the involuntary thrust of his hips against Josh's mouth
sends the boy reeling backward, chuckling. Dominic yanks at his
hair right before Josh loses balance completely, pulling him up,
and spins him against the low dresser, pushing him down so he's
folded over it.

Dominic takes a long lick at Josh's back; he likes the salty tang
of sweat on soft skin, soft skin taut over restless muscles
moving in time with his. Josh is looking at him from over his
shoulder, his cheek against the smooth varnished cherry wood.
The golden handles on the drawers bang with every grind and
shove, amplifying each movement. Curving his body around Josh's
slighter frame, Dominic reaches underneath and fumbles blindly
with the button fly, his nose buried in fragrant dark hair that
sticks out every which way.

Josh is pushing back into his crotch and Dominic's dick is only
too happy to be cradled between his stomach and the perfect round
shape of Josh's ass. But he wants the well-worn jeans OFF, and
his fingers grasp at thin cotton underneath until he can just
yank the whole thing down, letting go of the bunched-up material
so it slides down Josh's legs, weighed by the boy's wallet. A
loud groan comes from Josh when Dominic's cock slips teasingly
between Josh's cheeks, hard and leaking, and Josh is all but
begging by now, white-knuckled over the edge of the bureau.

Dominic's voice scratches at his throat. "Lube. You got lube?
Condoms?"

"In the suitcase," Josh hisses, eyes closed, waiting. Dominic
eyes the suitcase on the bed, open wide with clean, folded
clothes thrown in with dirty, crumpled ones. Wait. He's got a
better idea. He sinks to his knees, and his hands leave Josh for
a second before their skin meets again, his hands slipping up
Josh's thighs. His hands close over the soft globes at eye-level
and Dominic takes a hearty bite of flesh.

There's an outraged squeak and a twitch. Dominic lays a long wet
lick on the cheek to the right. The angry twitching abruptly
stills. Dominic pushes at the ass in front of him, spreading the
cheeks, applying his tongue. He's in excellent position, he's
got fulcesscess, and he's able to lay down long strokes from
balls to lower back. The twitch becomes a tremble. Dominic sets
up a rhythm, and when the tremble is a constant, he ups the ante
by pushing his tongue between the tight ridges, shoving forward
with his chin for leverage. There's a new and distinctly happier
squeak from Josh.

* * *

FUCK.

Elijah shoves himself back towards the teasing tongue, but
there's a pair of hands on his ass, keeping him away, and he lets
out a small noise, a protest. And then the tongue sinks deep and
he stops worrying about the noises he's making, just as long as
they're loud enough to communicate YES, MORE, PLEASE.

Distressingly cool air hits his ass, and he's planning to
complain, but then distressingly cold jelly hits his ass, and
he's caught between chill and anticipation. He hears the plastic
tear, hears the gelatinous sound of latex unrolling, and feels a
hand massaging the cold into his ass, his thighs, his balls.
Just when the massage becomes warm and pleasant the hand
withdraws and is replaced by cool slippery latex, pushing hard,
and he closes his eyes and tries to relax, but there's no way he
can as soon as he needs to.

There's a groan from behind him as Jeremy shoves into him, and a
split second later the burn sinks in. It's not new, but it takes
time to adjust to it, and Elijah grabs at the hips behind him,
requesting a chance to react.

Jeremy shoverwarrward again. And again.

It's unrelenting, and after a bit Elijah gives up trying to match
the rhythm; he just tries to keep his hips off the biting edge of
the bureau. He has plenty of time to consider the sadistic
bastards who designed the intricate scrollwork on the edge of the
dresser, which is leaving pretty patterned marks in his hips no
matter how hard he pulls backwards with his hands.

* * *

Dominic shoves forward hard, watches his dick push into Josh.
He's hot and deliciously tight, and he's scrabbling at the near
edge of the dresser, using the leverage to push back towards
Dominic's hips. You want more? There's plenty where this came
from, thinks Dominic, and thrusts harder, earning a grunt from
Josh. Josh's hands come back and grab at his hips, and he
relishes the encouragement, pumping hard with his hands on narrow
pale hips, feeling his balls slap against Josh's ass. He'd
intended to stretch things out longer, make this fuck last, but
Josh's blowjob brought him very close and he's on the brink
quickly, his jaw tightening as he slips into the long, measured
rhythm that inevitably brings him off. His ass clenches
involuntarily as he comes, pushing up on his toes for maximum
leverage, sinking into Josh with a groan caught low
in his throat

* * *

Elijah's slammed into the dresser one last time, its scrolled
architectural edge biting into the flesh low on his hips, his
dick uncomfortably caught between his pelvis and the cold, smooth
side of the bureau. Jeremy comes, growling and twisting his hips
for just a centimeter more depth, and it's a little on the
painful side of that familiar divide between sweet and burn.

Jeremy pulls out rather abruptly and Elijah's unprepared for the
sudden lack of support, stumbles sideways into the wall behind
the bureau, lets his nerveless legs fold under him. He slides
down the crevice made by the meeting of the wall and the bureau,
breathing heavily, resting on the rug. He's still hard, and his
ass hurts. Fucker was rough. He rubs distractedly at the ache
in his groin, feeling the blood return to his feet and calves.
Jeremy's leaning against the wall, pulling off the condom in a
handful of Kleenex, and when Elijah glances up he sees a feral
grin. He's surprised when Jeremy sinks to all fours in front of
him and lowers his head to his chest.

There's a rough scratch of stubble in the center of his chest as
Jeremy closes his mouth on Elijah's nipple, smooth heat of tongue
trailing down to his navel, teeth scratching at the marks the
bureau left on his hips. Elijah's hand is nudged aside by a
rough chin, and Jeremy sinks his face into Elijah's crotch. He
licks at him, circling the base of Elijah's cock until Elijah
moans and puts his hands lightly on the sandy head between his
legs. There's a muffled chuckle that breezes coolly over the
damp heat on his thighs, and then Jeremy relents and brings his
mouth down over his erection.

Elijah gropes for support against the bureau and the wall.
Another snort from Jeremy, and a hand comes forward to pin him in
place as Jeremy starts to move his head up and down, pressing his
face into Elijah's lap on each downstroke. He breathes through
his nose in little snuffles, and Elijah's crotch is wet with
saliva, alternately hot when Jeremy's face fills it and cool on
his backstroke, and it's messy and great. He bucks up in earnest
on a particularly deep slurping dive, grabbing hard at Jeremy's
head to keep him from escaping--after getting worked over on the
dresser he's not particularly sorry if it's a little too deep for
Jeremy--and thrusts up in earnest a few times as he comes with a
strangled shout.

When Elijah finally catches his breath again and starts to feel
the cold wall against his back, he opens his eyes to assess the
situation. It takes him a few seconds to focus on Jeremy, who's
standing before him again, studying Elijah curiously and wiping
his mouth on his wrist. Then he holds out his hand to Elijah,
offering to help him up.

* * *

Josh is heavier than Dominic guesses. It takes a fair effort to
haul him off the floor. Dominic manages not to grunt, but he can
feel his face going a bit red, and he has to cover by turning
away to inspect the massive hotel bed. The comforter is wrinkled
a little, but not out of place. One of the pillows has a small
dent in it, and Dominic imagines Josh might have napped there
earlier, if he was anywhere as jet-lagged as Dominic has been.
They have a few hours left until sunrise, and the bed looks like
it's soft and pliant and big enough for two people to ignore one
another while under the same sheets. Dominic can still feel the
muscles in his thighs throb with satisfying exertion, and he
thinks that he can afford to crash here until morning.

Josh's hand presses against his shoulderblade. "I'm taking a
shower. You can toss the suitcase on the floor."

Dominic nods, cocking his head to watch as Josh disappears into
the bathroom. Seconds later the water's running and Dominic is
eyeing the expensive linen, and as he's shoving Josh's luggage to
the floor, imagines what it'll feel like on his skin. He loves
that cool feeling you get from a fresh bed, and he's a little
glad they didn't fuck on its pristine sheets.

Dominic flops ungracefully onto the plush mattress, tugging the
silky sheet only halfway before falling soundly asleep.

* * *

The drapes aren't pulled completely across the room's large
window, and dawn is glowing cruelly, peeking through the thin
slit of the curtains and onto Dominic's face. He squints
painfully as he wakes up, pulling his hand from under his pillow
and bringing it up to block the sun from his eyes. He's sober
now, and if not quite hungover, he feels the lingering grogginess
of too much good beer the night before. He stretches, blinking
at the light and feeling the invigorating pull in his muscles.
The sheets are warm now, but they feel just as good against bare
skin.

His gaze shifts down and he examines the boy sleeping soundly on
the other side of the bed, a good two feet away from him.
Josh--who looks younger in the sunlight--lin hin his back, parted
mouth letting out quiet little puffs of air as he breathes the
breath of the truly knackered. His short hair has managed to get
even more mussed in sleep. He's got an arm thrown away from his
body and hovering off the side of the bed; his other hand curls
loosely on his hip, where the cream-colored sheet drapes almost
modestly across his groin and thighs. Dominic takes a moment to
study him unclothed and unmoving, and his mouth waters again the
way it did when he spotted Josh across the crowded pub the night
before.

Dominic turns from his stomach to his side to face Josh's way,
and folds an arm comfortably between his head and the pillow.
Josh stirs lightly in his sleep, and Dominic can tell he's not
too far from waking up. He decides to help the process along.

He reaches out and lets the tips of his fingers flutter over
Josh's stomach before settling on the taut skin under his navel.
Josh's belly twitches once, twice, then settles again, heaving
slowly along with his breathing. Dominic begins tracing slow
circles around his navel, hoping Josh is at least a little
ticklish. Josh moans unintelligibly and rolls away, turning his
back to Dominic. Bingo.

Dominic scoots forward from his pillow to Josh's, and cradles the
boy's body with his own, from shoulder to foot. He wraps an arm
solidly around Josh's slender waist and presses his hips to his
backside. Josh sighs and relaxes into the touch this time, his
breath going back to its peaceful rhythm.

Dominic smirks against Josh's shoulder and glides his hand over
subtly defined muscles until a soft nipple catches between his
fingers.

* * *

Elijah's disoriented by the clean anonymous scent of the hotel
linens, and it takes him a moment to wake enough to place
himself, to remember whose thumb is pleasantly flicking over his
nipple, whose dick is pressing at the base of his spine. He
stretches a little, pushes his chest forward against the hand.
It slides down his stomach, the heel of the hand pressing
deliciously against the solid bone at the base of his cock before
it wraps warmly around him. He's reacting enthusiastically to
the pressure and the heat before he's quite done waking up.
Jeremy, with the wicked grin and the rough impatient hands, he
remembers. The hand that's not stroking his dick is flat on his
back, thumb smoothing over his skin, and it feels nice.

He lets Jeremy work him for a little while, pushing his hips back
smoothly for the pleasure of making Jeremy grind forward against
his ass, dick caught neatly at the top of the cleft between his
cheeks. And when he's ready, when he's got Jeremy grunting
softly in his ear and speeding up his strokes, Elijah moves
quickly, flipping around and pinning Jeremy to the bed by his
shoulders.

Jeremy's eyes widen as Elijah straddles his narrow hips. He sits
on Jeremy's thighs to still him, and when he's sure Jeremy's
ready to stay where he is, he releases Jeremy's shoulders and
strokes his hands down over Jeremy's body, watching his face to
find particularly sensitive areas. Turns out the hollows above
his collarbones like to be explored, so Elijah brings his mouth
down for the job and soon has Jeremy twisting happily under his
tongue. Jeremy's hands are everywhere, reaching around to grab
his ass, tweaking his nipples, smoothing down over his flanks.

Elijah starts to tease, pressing his hips down against Jeremy's
for the warm pressure of dicks caught between bone and belly,
rolling softly, slowly, then pulling away just as Jeremy thrusts
up in earnest at him. He twists easily out of the hands on his
back when they object to his distance, and hides a smile in
Jeremy's neck when Jeremy's ass leaves the bed in search of more
contact.

"Fuck," says the deep voice into Elijah's hair, and the hands on
his lower back insist, again, that Elijah bring his hips back
down to where it's warm and interesting.

Elijah reaches to snag the open tube of lube and a condom from
the suitcase on the floor while his face is still buried in
Jeremy's neck. When he comes up for air he produces them with a
flourish and a grin, and wordlessly hands over the condom,
keeping the lube. They don't waste much time with the
preparations. Elijah comes up on his knees and forward to
position himself and presses himself down smoothly, stopping a
little of the way down for breath and the pleasure of seeing
Jeremy tremble underneath him. Elijah's still a little sore, but
he's able to set the pace here in a way that being bent over a
dresser doesn't allow and it's good, it's sweet to impale himself
slowly like this and feel Jeremy's hands pulling ineffectually at
his hips.

He settles himself down and starts to set the pace. The face
beneath him is mobile, registering every momentary surge of
wanting and frustration and pleasure, and Elijah watches it and
pushes himself down hard across the rolling hips. He feels
pleasantly full and hot, the burn mostly buried in the controlled
slide and shove of Jeremy's cock in him and the pressure of
Jeremy's hands on his dick. It's the little unconscious
jaw-clench he elicits on a particularly long, slow shove that
gets him, and he comes into Jeremy's hands with a half-surprised
quiver.

* * *

Dominic can't get a grip on the twisting hips, he's got no
leverage here, and Josh has--oh, fuck--pushed himself just onto
the head of his cock and he's sliding down with excruciating
slowness. He bucks up, but Josh simply rides up on his knees,
eluding the thrust, and continues to impale himself at his own
pace. Dominic is used to having more control, and he's just
about to muscle Josh over on to his back when Josh starts a
rhythm that makes him want to hold still instead. Josh's eyelids
flutter momentarily closed, and Dominic's hands relax, stop
trying to dictate the action. He feels the small muscles in
Josh's hips shift under his loosened fingers, watches the flush
rise over the pale chest. Josh's eyes open lazily, lids at
half-mast, and he grinds down over Dominic with a sigh.

Sleepy eyes fix Dominic's. Josh is hot and slow on him, lids
sliding nearly shut with every shove, hands smoothing over
Dominic's chest and arms. Dominic wraps his own hands around
Josh's cock and lets Josh's face tell him that his thumb sliding
just under the head is nice, but the firm squeeze at the base is
much better. Josh starts to push down harder, his tempo still
bone-heatingly slow, and Dominic hears the faraway click of his
own teeth coming together when Josh's breath catches in a little
sob.

Josh grips Dominic's forearms and arches forward into his hands
as he comes, clamping tight around Dominic's dick. Dominic lets
his hips go, bucks up just a few times, watches the slack mouth
open in a little moan when he comes into Josh, hips lifting them
both off the bed.

Josh relaxes bonelessly forward onto Dominic's chest, eyes shut,
breath slowing.

* * *

Elijah nudges the deodorant stick into his underarm, leaning away
from the sink to peer at the naked boy snoring between his
sheets. Jeremy is taking up most of the bed, in the exact same
position he fell asleep in with Elijah still on him, earlier that
morning. Elijah looks back at his reflection in the steamed
mirror, where, his hair dripping and face freshly shaved, he
becomes the virgin childstar again.

He wonders how long it'll take Jeremy to wake up once he's gone.

* * *

It takes a few moments for Dominic to remember where he is when
he wakes up. He rubs at his face and leans on his elbows to look
around. The red numbers on the bedside alarm clock tells him
he's only got half an hour to shower and get to the
read-through. Josh is gone, and when Dominic walks into the
baom, om, the floor tiles are moist and the shower curtain pulled
and dripping. He twists the knobs and steps under the scalding
jet, using Josh's still-damp soap. Later, as he stands naked
before the mirror, he reaches for Josh's toothbrush--since, he
figures, he knows where Josh's mouth has been.

Fifteen minutes. He locates his shirt, his pants, his shoes.
But his boxers are nowhere to be seen, so he fishes a dark blue
pair of silk ones out of Josh's messy suitcase. He hesitates
only a second, stretching the elastic waistband experimentally
before slipping them on

After all, he thinks as he zips up his cords and pulls his shirt
down his chest, it's not like he's ever going to have to see this
Josh guy again.


END