Strange Lube No. 5
by Trianne
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Elijah Wood
Rating: NC17
Summary: Elijah gets it into his head that he needs to work out – silly boy, why mess with perfection?
Author's Notes: This is just a little ficlet totally out of my imagination. I have assumed that Elijah still looks like Frodo in this story. The living arrangements, likewise, are just assumed.
Feedback: Always appreciated - perhobfan@yahoo.co.uk
Disclaimer: I do not know any of these people. Well, I know Gustav but only in the biblical sense and he is very discreet. No profit is made, nor offence intended.
One. Puff. Two. Pant. Three. Hiss. Four. Groan. Five. Ooooooh –
As he lay on the green leather bench and strained, Elijah wondered if he had put too many weights on the bar. Six. Fuck. The bar came down safely but loudly into its cradle and Elijah slumped back, legs akimbo and sweaty.
Whose idea was this anyway? Oh, yeah. His.
Three days ago, he had been looking at stills from a publicity shoot for Try Seventeen. The close ups he hadn't minded; he wasn't vain but he knew he had a good face, strong features, okay eyes which people seemed to like. His hair he was unsure about in the photos, but the photographer was good, he had lit him well. Mom would like these; he would nip over to the main house and show them to her later. Hannah would just giggle and tell him she loved him even if he was butt ugly. Right.
It was the photos of him with his shirt open that pulled him up short. Woah! Was that his chest? That puny, lily white bit of flesh? He had always liked to sort of keep in shape but there was never enough time to do it properly, and Elijah liked to smoke and drink, purely to be sociable, of course. But he had never really been into bodybuilding. The stunts he had to do in New Zealand had been hard work but exhilarating and he had loved every minute of it. But that was then and Frodo was meant to be vulnerable and fragile; maybe it would open up doors to him now if he had a bit of definition, looked more like other movie stars.
Three days and several thousands of dollars later a gym existed in the basement. Sometimes, star status and a healthy bank balance had its advantages.
Armed with a gloopy high energy protein drink that looked like Kermit the Frog had died in it (disgusting), and with a selection of very loud music blaring from the speakers, he was all set. Gustav, his personal trainer, as recommended by Tobey, would be calling round in an hour and Gustav had specifically told him on the phone NOT to use any of the equipment or try anything until he got there. Gustav sounded like the kind of guy who expected obedience. Right.
As he was about to slide out from under the bar and shower so Gustav wouldn't know he had been a bad boy, Elijah felt something. A hand had gripped his ankle and was dragging him along the brand new, leathery smelling leather bench.
"Hey, what the-" he cried out, struggling to sit up but prevented by the apparatus. The hand merely pulled harder and he found himself hooked by the unrelenting chrome. Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled the other way, sideways this time and flipped off the bench and onto the padded mats.
"Dominic, you bastard!" he yelled, struggling to get up onto his elbows. The bigger man was having none of that.
He straddled Elijah, pinning him down and holding his wrists above his head, all the while grinning.
"So, little Lije wants to get all big and muscley, does he? Doesn't he know I love him just the way he is?" he asked, reaching down to kiss little Lije on the forehead. Elijah squirmed manfully.
"Get off me, you fucking idiot," he snarled, and Dominic decided that beetroot red set off those eyes rather nicely.
"In a minute, in a minute, have patience," he cooed.
Without warning, Elijah undulated off the mat, kicking with his legs and landing a hard blow on Dominic's back.
"Oi, careful Arnie!" Dominic howled, and wriggled lower, trapping Elijah's errant legs and simultaneously covering his burgeoning cock.
"Ah!" he crowed, bouncing lightly up and down on Elijah. Despite himself, Elijah giggled and Dominic nearly relented, would have relented, if Elijah hadn't suddenly twisted beneath him and flipped him over.
"You are so much stronger than you look, you freak!" Dominic said as he lunged at Elijah to prevent him from escaping. "But not strong enough!" he wrapped the smaller man inside his arms, and hugged him hard. Barely able to breathe, Elijah went limp and succumbed. Best conserve his strength for later...
Dominic looked around at all of the gym equipment and the lime green protein drink. "What's all this in aid of, Elijah?" he asked, allowing his victim to sit up and get his breath.
"Just wanted to work out some, get fit. It's no big deal. You can use all this stuff too, you know, anytime you want." Elijah sat with his knees hugged to his chest.
Dominic had already worked out exactly how he wanted to use all the equipment. The benches, the wicked chrome climbing frame gizmos, the rings suspended from the ceiling….he remembered a photo of Elijah, black and white, in a white tee shirt, in a kids playground, his arms threaded through similar rings. Skinny kid, beautiful kid…
"You're not going to drink that gunk, are you?" he asked, pointing at the putrid concoction with distaste.
"Of course I am, it's full of vitamins, minerals and special added ingredients. My body is my temple, Dominic." Elijah pronounced, looking quite earnest, perspiring and breathless, but almost beatific.
"Wrong, Elijah. Your body is my temple, and I am here to worship in it."
Dominic hoisted Elijah to his feet and pulled him back to the workout bench. Within a minute, Dominic had straddled the bench, his sweatpants on the floor, and Elijah had straddled him, his shorts puddled neatly around one ankle.
"Wait, this will hurt, Elijah. Wait, I'll nip upstairs for-", Dominic began to lift his lover off his thighs, but Elijah had other ideas. No way was he letting Dominic out of his sight just now. Ah!
The thick, disgusting protein drink proved quite useful after all. As thick green lube, it coated the thick red cock of Dominic Monaghan which in turn worshipped the body of Elijah Wood. Elijah arched his back and lowered himself onto Dominic, gripping the chrome bar for support and allowing himself to be impaled. There was a pause to allow for spatial anomalies, then the workout began.
One. Puff. Two. Pant. Three. Hiss. Four. Groan. Five. Oooooh – Six. Fuck…
Outside on the drive, Gustav preened himself in the side mirror of his convertible and then popped the trunk. As he pulled out his sports bag and all the paraphernalia of a successful Hollywood trainer, he considered himself a lucky guy.
Who else got paid big bucks to get into close physical contact with movie stars? And Elijah Wood just did it for him, just like Tobey did, mmm. He knew he would get physical with the little guy. Oh yes, pretty boy would be putty in his hands. Let the workout begin.
The End