Part 2 - Hump and Mind
Disclaimer: I do not make any money from writing this, which should be self-evident. I do not know these two men, sadly.
Pairing: Elijah Wood/Dave Wenham
Rating: NC17
Feedback: Always appreciated - perhobfan@yahoo.co.uk
Summary: Dave has a theory about Elijah...
AN: For Baranduin, who loves this pairing and who writes beautiful Frodo and Faramir
Setting: New Zealand, principal photography
Dave lay back, his arms tucked behind his head, contemplating. Next to him, curled on his side, lay Elijah, snoring softly. Dave ticked off his mental list, smiling.
Elijah liked to be kissed: deep kisses on the mouth, lots of tongue twisting and moving of the head. Kisses to the throat were also appreciated, and Dave found he could take possession of Elijah's nipples in any way he wanted and really go to town.
He was quiet, though, during sex. Dave had really wanted him to squeal and whimper but the most he got were soft little grunts more akin to warm sighs than any vocalising of passion. He had thrown his full armoury at the kid and was at a loss to know what more, if anything, he could do. Still, it was an intense and satisfying grind. Not all the way, though. A slight frown crossed Dave's face as he wondered just what that was all about.
When he had brushed Elijah's cleft with his fingers, he knew he had felt a tremor pass through the boy's body, an almost imperceptible shiver of lust. Yet when he had gently tried to probe, Elijah had firmly moved his hand away, distracting him with more kissing… A moment later, he had tried again, licking down Elijah's body and taking his cock deep into his throat, causing Elijah to arch his back beautifully. Dave had sucked him almost to completion, then moved to apply his tongue to Elijah's lush little ass, only to have Elijah close his thighs and pull up and away.
"I don't do that," Elijah had said, breathlessly, pushing his backside into the mattress as if to safeguard it that way.
"No? But I can make it so good for you…" Dave had whispered, seductively, caressing Elijah's thighs.
"No."
"No? But Elijah, it's amaz-" Dave began, only to be stopped by a finger on his lips and stern blue eyes carrying an unmistakeable rebuke. "Okay, no worries, mate. Next time…" he had conceded, grinding against Elijah's warm and once more willing body, penetration on hold for the time being.
Now, awake and alert, he couldn't resist lifting the duvet and running his hand gently along Elijah's flank, coming to rest on the swell of his hip. He was hard again and it was so tempting to just mould himself against the sleeping form and push in… but he didn't, wouldn't. No, he could wait.
So they lay in the afterglow, damp with sweat and sticky with semen. He hadn't actually gotten inside of Elijah, but he would - next time. In a way, he quite liked that Frodo had put his precious little pucker off-limits; if he didn't want Dave going in, maybe no one else had explored there either, and he had the chance of claiming that little bit of hotass, planting the Australian flag in virgin territory.
Gently, he smoothed the hair away from Elijah's cheek, tucking a stray lock behind his ear. He should get up, go shower. Go home. Call later, make some plausible excuse. He had done it before. Too many times.
An hour later, Dave finally slipped out of Elijah's bed to find the bathroom. He peed and then washed his hands with Elijah's soap, sniffing it appreciatively before returning it to its little ceramic dish; he admired the fluffy towels, the robe hanging on the door. He checked out the contents of the cabinet, noting the headache tablets, the comfort solutions for contact lens wearers, the three packets of toothpaste lined up neatly, dental floss and cotton buds. No lube, which he found comforting. Of course, Dom might just bring it with him. If there was anyone, it would be Dom, Dave thought, grimly.
He glanced at his watch - it was now mid-afternoon, probably too late to find anywhere serving lunch, and right now he didn't much want to leave anyway. Elijah's kitchen was well-stocked with utensils and pots and pans. What it lacked was food. Oh, there were bags of crisps - chips? - and biscuits and chocolate. Fruit, too, and boxes of those cereals with toys inside. No meat, no veggies. Plenty of booze, though. Dave smiled at the crates of beer and lager. The wine surprised him. A bottle which, though not overly expensive, was definitely indicative of good taste. He hadn't pegged Elijah as a wine connoisseur, but then again he hadn't thought him a virgin, either.
"See anything you want?" Dave turned and smiled at Elijah who was watching him with casual interest, completely naked and totally unabashed.
"Well, I do now," Dave replied, returning the wine to its solitary position in the rack. He reached out and pulled Elijah towards him, revelling in the luxury of bed-warm skin.
Elijah allowed Dave's hands to roam his body freely, responding to the kiss, standing on his toes to better nestle his cock against Dave's. He rested his hands on Dave's hips, where they remained still, his fingers only slightly flexing.
Something was missing. Dave was pretty sure, even as he explored Elijah's mouth, that if he had pushed him away, Elijah wouldn't have whimpered in protest; would have merely shrugged and gone to get dressed. This was not what he had expected. Weeks of Elijah watching had led him to believe he would be a wildcat. All that giggling, the nervous energy, the boundless enthusiasm, the foul mouth...
Yet Elijah's cock was testament to his interest; he couldn't hide that.
"You okay?" Dave asked, running a hand through Elijah's hair.
"Sure, I'm fine. You?" Elijah replied, smiling that sweet half smile again. He pressed a soft kiss onto Dave's palm, licking the calluses. Dave relaxed; this was more like it. "Can we go back to bed?" he asked, already manoeuvring Elijah towards the door. "I have this urge to make love to you, Elijah. I mean, really make love to you, slowly..."
"That would be nice," Elijah said, softly.
Nice?
For the next few days, Dave sought out Elijah both on the set and off it. They ate together, sat together in the pub with the usual suspects, talked music and movies and families. And when they were alone, they had sex.
Great sex. Rampant, hot sex. Textbook sex, perfect, athletic sex - that fell just short of actually doing it.
Always, Dave had the feeling that Elijah was a complex piece of machinery in which one of the gears had become disengaged. Whilst Elijah slept soundly in the crook of his arm, more often than not Dave was staring at the ceiling, replaying what had gone before, trying to pin it down, this absence.
Sunday again. Dave had stopped over on Saturday; he had helped Elijah with lines, then mowed Elijah's neglected lawn in the late afternoon, after first divesting the long grass of discarded bottles. He was sweaty and smug when he ventured back inside the house. Elijah handed him a beer and they sat on deck chairs outside the kitchen door, watching the sun go down, Elijah dragging on a cigarette. It didn't get much better than this, Dave thought.
"We need to end this," Elijah said, looking straight ahead into the middle distance, to the fence of the adjoining garden. He chugged his beer and then tamped out his smoke on the patio slab.
That was a bit out of the blue.
Dave carefully placed his beer down beside his chair and knelt on the stone next to Elijah, forcing himself into Elijah's line of vision. He looked into eyes which were immeasurably sad. For the life of him he couldn't fathom how or why this had happened.
"Why?" he asked.
"Oh, you know. Been there, done that. Don't ruin a great friendship… end things before they turn sour, one of us gets pregnant or gets the clap..." The accompanying laughter had a brittle, almost hysterical edge to it. Dave sighed, leaning in and kissing Elijah gently on the forehead.
"You don't want to end it; it's only just beginning. Tell me the real reason and I'll walk away, mate, no worries. No scenes, no awkward silences or stuff. No one will know anything, I promise. Just, come on, give me something..."
Elijah sighed.
"If we carry on, Dave, I'll make you hate me. And I don't want that. I care about you." Dave had to strain to hear the words, but they were good to hear. "You do? That's great, mate. I care about you, too; I certainly could never hate you." Dave fought to keep his voice neutral and quiet, not wanting to risk shutting Elijah down. He sat back down on the patio, cross-legged like a six year old at school assembly, and waited. Elijah looked at him and rolled his eyes.
"I care about you, yeah. But I - this is so hard to say - I go overboard, Dave, you know? I go off the deep end and that can be a big turn off for people."
Dave still wasn't sure where this was going or why, but at least Elijah was talking to him, opening up. He waited. Elijah reached for his cigarettes, and Dave thought for a moment the conversation would end, but once he had inhaled a lungful of smoke, Elijah resumed.
"My last boyfriend... well we split up cos he said I was too..."
Dave found himself wondering who the boyfriend was. Dom? Orlando? Billy? Some member of the crew, perhaps. They were all so damned touchy feely group-huggy, it could be anyone...
"Too? Too what, Elijah?" Dave pushed the thought out of his mind for the time being. He stretched out his legs and casually swigged his beer, flicking cut grass off his jeans. He heard Elijah take a breath.
"Manic. Enthusiastic, needy, horny... loud. Too loud. Too demonstrative, too in his face, too - LOUD!"
Elijah sat back in his deckchair, pulling his legs up and tucking his feet under him, breathless and blushing...
"Let me get this right... your last boyfriend split with you because you were too loud? In the street, loud? In the pub, loud?" Dave needed to hear this from Elijah's own lips.
"What the fuck? Loud in bed! I scream in bed. The neighbours called the cops on us one time 'cos they thought someone was being murdered... it was his place, too, and he couldn't stand the embarrassment... I tried to tone it down... I ate pillow till I was choking on feathers, but Dave, it was no good..."
"I like loud," Dave said, grinning with relief. To think it should be this simple!. He pulled himself up off the cold stone floor and reached for Elijah.
"You don't know what loud can be like," Elijah pointed out, ignoring Dave's outstretched hand.
"I like loud. I like noisy, ear-shattering, earthshaking, headboard rattling LOUD!" Dave declared, stentorian in his determination to get through to Elijah.
Elijah, pulled out of his chair and wrapped up in Dave's arms, began to giggle into his chest.
"I tell you, I let go and I'm a freak!" he said, sniffling.
Dave figured a machine worked best when it was well oiled and running according to its nature. Elijah's machine had been denying its nature and that had to stop.
"I want to fuck you," Dave said, tilting Elijah's face up so he could look deep into his eyes. He wasn't mistaken. There was pure lust in that gaze, sheer unadulterated want.
"Fuck me? God yes! But, Dave," Elijah said, weakly, as he was propelled off the patio and into the house, "you've been warned."
"Fuck me, yes - let the music begin!" was the reply.
Dave lay snoring in the crook of Elijah's arm. Elijah brushed a damp lock off Dave's forehead, tracing a faint worry line with his stubby finger.
He lay back and stared at the ceiling, grinning. Dave had given him something to really get loud about; good thing the neighbours were off visiting their son, the dentist, in Christchurch.
Elijah's glance turned to the almost empty bottle of Wet on the dresser, rescued from its place in the closet. His ass was sore as hell, tingling and smarting when he moved. But it was the good pain, the kind that told you that you were alive and kicking. It wasn't just his ass that was sore; his throat was pretty red raw too. And the pillow was intact, not a feather to be seen.
He was just going to try to get back to sleep when he noticed he had a message on his cell phone, a persistent little envelope blinking away in the lcd. He reached for it, careful not to disturb his lover.
His hand hovered over the phone as he realised there was something big and hairy in possession of it. "Stupid spider," he whispered, gently knocking the creature away. He watched it scuttle down behind the headboard, and he stifled a yawn. He was only slightly trembling as he opened his message.
"Hi babe. 4give me. Bed mtee without u. Found industrial strength ear plugs. Cum c me. Please."
Elijah smiled. He had never known his ex-boyfriend to go in for the baby talk; it was pretty funny, really, a man with his depth of knowledge and a vast vocabulary to call upon. Cute.
And, Elijah thought, cosying up to Dave, totally too late.
The End