Stupid
by Trianne
Pairing: Elijah Wood/Dominic Monaghan; Sean Bean/Dominic Monaghan implied
Rating: PG13
Summary: Dominic has been stupid
Author's Notes: Nothing too taxing, just the boys doing relationship stuff with mild sex and bad language - dont let that put you off though!
Disclaimer: Dont know em, cannot therefore possibly be true
Dominic studies the bruise on his inner thigh. It is a big bruise, yellow and purple and almost the exact shape of a mushroom; Pippin would have devoured it in a flash. Good, he can smile, he hasn't totally lost his sense of humour.
The bruise will be a problem, a big problem. It will be noticed, lying as it does less than an inch below his scrotum. How can he explain it away? I took up bareback horse riding while you were out of town. I was practising tightrope walking and I sort of lost my balance and went down on the wire (ouch). A tiger, on the loose from the zoo, bounded up to me and nibbled me right there, didn't like the taste of me and bounded away again
It is hopeless. Stupid Dominic, stupid.
Makeup might cover it, but he doesn't exactly keep it with him. He knows makeup artists, of course, but who to call? What to say? Can he just borrow some really heavy duty Max Factor number 69 and he will return it tomorrow, promise? Not exactly feasible, and time is running out like sand from a sieve.
Stupid prick, Dominic. The reflection in the bathroom mirror doesn't exactly disagree with him.
He glances at the clock and his stomach flips. Elijah will be arriving here here in less than an hour. Which means, knowing Elijah, that in one hour and three minutes they will be in the bedroom. And in one hour and six minutes, give or take a minute, they will both be naked. Please be jetlagged, Elijah. But that is hardly going to stop the horny hobbit, given past experience.
Close the curtains, remove the light bulbs, take out the fuses? Could work. Sexy, romantic, candlelit setting for a gorgeous hot reunion? Liking it. Snag - it is only one o'clock on an unusually hot and sunny Manchester afternoon. And his curtains aren't exactly blackout drapes, are they? Think again.
Headache? No, too girly.
Crabs? He doesn't want to put Elijah off forever, no way, just until he sorts this frigging bruise out. The stuff from the chemist hasn't helped much, only time will really do the trick.
Dominic sneers at the Dominic in the mirror. Stupid bastard. Think this is all some kind of joke, do you? My whole future is on the line here.
Stupid, stupid. Elijah is so not going to understand. And if that means that he will withdraw the Lija love from Dominic, that he will never feel that inquisitive, talented tongue again, then life will not be worth living. He shudders, just imagining that mouth on his skin, probing, suckling, kissing, breathing. He will not give that up, never. He has heard that Elijah is up for a role in a film where he will play an oral obsessive teenager. Mmmm, not much of a stretch there. Not that his incredible versatility with his tongue is the only thing that binds Dominic to him, no way. There is the fun factor, the sweetness, the enthusiasm; its just that the tongue is the most memorable and tangible of all Elijah's considerable assets.
Time is now Dominic's enemy, it is suddenly marching forward, shrinking each minute into a second, each second into an instant. Stop!
He can go meet Elijah at the airport, stall him, take him for a walk yep, Elijah would like that, wouldn't he? No, he wouldn't, he would know something was wrong. He had been very specific in his e- mail.
"Will be at your apartment, sorry, *flat* at exactly 2pm - be there, be naked, be appropriately pleased to see me." Elijah tries to be British when he is with Dominic.
Dominic remembers the thrill that surged through him when he read that message, the excitement as he counted down the days till Elijah would arrive. Days that had passed as slowly as a sloth wading through syrup. Now the day is here and the hour will soon be upon him. And he has a bruise on an intimate part of his anatomy that his lover will know is not his handiwork. A "who the fuck fucked you?" bruise.
Stupid.
Dominic sighs and picks up the phone.
"Hi, its me. Can you talk?"
On the other end of the line, Sean hesitates. "Sure", he says.
"I think I'm going to tell Elijah."
Silence.
"Are you sure you want to do that? It'll only hurt him. Do you want to hurt him?"
"No, of course I don't! But its better he hear it from me than someone else."
"Why does he have to hear it at all? It was nothing, it shouldn't have happened. We were talking one minute, reminiscing about New Zealand, then the next we were shagging. It happens."
"It might happen to you, it never has to me," says Dominic, and he is clutching hard at the quilt on his bed. "And you were rough,you've given me one frigging enormous bruise. I can't believe I let you do that to me just one day before he gets in, after all this time!"
"You enjoyed it at the time, though, didn't you?" Sean is speaking softly, and despite himself Dominic can feel a shiver start at his ankles and head north at an alarming rate.
"That's beside the point. I love Elijah. If I explain-"
"He'll dump you. But if he does, Dom, give me a call. I can kiss your bruise better for you."
The phone has disconnected, leaving Dominic alone on the bed and the clock says it is now five minutes to two in the afternoon.
Dominic doesn't blame Sean. Sean is Sean, he is sweet and funny. He is also very physical and dominant, and sex is sex to Mr Bean. Then again, the big guy doesn't owe him anything, he never pretended it was anything other than a drunken fuck.
Dominic tries to calm down. Tell or not tell? Come clean and risk the unbearable loss or keep quiet? Breath, Dominic. Clear your mind.
The clock has finally betrayed him, it has allowed itself to reach the appointed hour and is now actually ticking casually past it. Stupid clock.
There is a sound, a metallic click; the flat door is opening, Elijah using the key Dominic gave him the last time he was here. The flat is now full of Elijah, it has taken on a totally new aspect, as if the young American has seduced its very walls. Dominic feels his heart leap and then he is here, in the room, as Elijahlicious as ever; all eyes and teeth and tousled hair.
He covers the few feet from the door to the bed in a nanosecond and throws himself onto Dominic. Dominic has two very different emotions fighting now for control; utter, indescribable joy and total terror.
Elijah pins Dominic down on the bed and rubs noses, Eskimo style. He is laughing and grinning, there is no trace of jetlag here at all. Where does this boy get his energy? muses Dominic, breathless at the proximity of so much adoration.
"Dominic! I have presents, I have music, I have messages from LA, what else do I have, oh yeah, I have ME!" and he is rolling all over Dominic, nipping and nuzzling and gorgeously giddy.
Dominic manages to extract himself from Elijah's arms and then Elijah is drinking in Dominic's body, his bulging briefs, his lean torso and then his long thighs.
A cloud has passed over Elijah's sun. He looks up at Dominic's face and the question is there.
Stupid Dominic. Dominic breathes. Looks at the one thing he cannot do without and begins. Make or break.
"Don't laugh, Elijah, but while you were gone I decided to do something amazing," he giggles, nervously, "I've been learning how to tightrope walk. I'm crap at it though."
Silence. Elijah is sitting on the end of the bed how did he get all the way over there? and has fixed his eyes on Dominic's. Dominic shivers.
"Do you think I am fucking stupid?" Elijah asks, and his voice is ominously low.
Dominic finds that he has somehow torn his eyes from Elijah and is looking at the clock. It is now moving backwards, very slowly. Tick. Tock.
Stupid clock.
It is going to be a long day.