Pairing: Elijah Wood/Sean Bean; Elijah Wood/Dominic Monaghan; Dominic Monaghan/Sean Bean implied
Rating: NC17
Summary: Dominic has been stupid, someone else will shortly feel stupid
Author's Notes: Nothing too taxing, just the boys doing relationship stuff with some rampant sex and bad language - dont let that put you off though! If you love Sean Bean and think he is a saint, please read no further. I love him too but I like to think of him with a slipped halo, okay.
Disclaimer: Dont know em, cannot therefore possibly be true
Dominic lays in his bed in his modest flat in Manchester and watches raindrops meander down his windowpane, the streetlights outside illuminating every single rivulet. The unusually sunny afternoon has, of course, matured into a very usual rainy evening and thence into a very deep and dismal night. It matters not to Dominic.
He glances at the clock 3am.
How can a building, a dead, unfeeling, insentient edifice of brick and glass *miss* someone? Yet it does, this flat is empty without Elijah, as Dominic is empty without Elijah. He strives to remember the names of the famous Victorian era Siamese twins Cheng and Eng Bunker? Something like that anyway. Is he Cheng or Eng? Where the fuck is his little baby Bunker?
When Elijah had run out the door that afternoon, sobbing and furious and shaking, Dominic had given chase. Was he going to let the love of his life just exit his life? No way!
He caught up with him by the lift, where Elijah was jabbing ineffectually at every single button available, hopping from one foot to another, his breath rasping and his slight frame heaving. When Dominic came close, Elijah bristled like a cornered porcupine and Dominic instinctively took a step backwards. He held out his hands in a conciliatory gesture but Elijah was having none of it.
"Get the fuck away from me, Dominic," he snarled and Dominic was momentarily taken aback.
"Look, " he said, his voice low and even, "I know it was wrong, the worst thing, the absolute worst thing I could have done, but Elijah, I love you. Let me make it right, please." He crumpled against the lift door but Elijah simply glowered and poked a blunt little thumb into Dominic's chest, again and again and again.
"You are just a fucking limey bastard!" he said, his eyes very wide and suddenly not as beautiful as normal, more menacing and deep. Dominic allowed the insult to slide, Elijah was entitled to it.
"Where are you going?" Dominic begins, and then the lift doors finally opened and Elijah was in the steel escape capsule and gone.
Out of his life.
Dominic, in his big and empty bed, feels that personal space is vastly overrated. Space is meant to be invaded, penetrated, subsumed. He has never felt so lonely in all his life and it is totally his own fault and therefore it hurts all the more.
Sean is awake. He glances at the clock, it is 3.10am. He stares at the ceiling of the master bedroom of his luxurious rented flat and ponders life, libido and the L word love. Life he knows full well and is pleased by what he knows. Life is generally good.
Libido is uncomplicated and unharnessed and a directive that must be obeyed. And Sean is obedient to his libido. When it commands, Sean jumps; life is simply sweeter that way.
Love has touched his life several times and in varying degrees, sometimes it has gentled a loneliness, sometimes it has scalded in its intensity. But love has never stayed long. Fuck.
Sean seeks satisfaction, be it professionally, romantically or, and this troubles him slightly, even now, by stealth. He had never considered himself a sly man, nor a manipulative man, but he is now. And it is good.
In the bed beside him, small and warm and fragrant is a bundle of trouble, a little fly in the ointment of Sean's perfect life. He had set out to subjugate this particular specimen and instead has become undone.
The kiss was tentative and then explorative. Sean could not contain himself. He had won, again. And this would be sweeter than Dominic because it could not be put down to alcohol, this was sober and sweet and heady.
Elijah tasted of mint and airline food. He yielded to the kiss and allowed Sean to penetrate his mouth, a little at first and then a little more. All the time, Elijah's brilliant eyes were tightly shut and Sean's knowing ones were wide open. At close quarters he had expected Elijah to fade a little, his fault lines to be exposed; but the truth was that in zoom mode, Elijah was even more beautiful. Sean studied the fall of lashes, the tilt of the nose, the sheen of the skin, the individual dark hairs in the sweeping brows. And it was all for him.
Abruptly, Elijah pulled free and, slightly breathless, faced Sean.
"This is not right, Sean. This is just not right." Elijah was wearing his serious, grown up look, the one that Sean had always found the most fun in New Zealand, even if back then he had thought of him as a child rather than a potential bed mate.
"I know," Sean said, sadly, and allowed his head to droop and his shoulders to slump. "It is wrong, forgive me."
There was silent. Sean did not look up though he yearned to. He waited.
"Maybe Dominic needed more than me, maybe I wasn't enough for him." Elijah was stringing words together and Sean was taken with the urge to slap him, not hard, just enough to make him shut up. Words, unless used to stimulate and provoke a sexual reaction, were a waste of breath and saliva. Yet he waited.
Then Elijah was back in his arms, his inner turmoil obviously secondary to his need, and suddenly Elijah was the dominant force in this little drama. Sean felt his mouth being invaded, his nipples being stroked, and his brain was on fire. Yes. Winner takes all.
Dominic looks at the clock. It is 4am. A door slams in the flat below and he hears giggling and falling and more giggling. He hates all lovers.
Sean contemplates Elijah's sleeping form and wonders about the futility of plans and schemes and stratagems. His plans to seduce Mr Wood failed miserably. Mr Wood is not the pushover he had believed. Oh well.
Not that they didn't have sex. They did. And it was fucking marvellous. Elijah naked and excited was a sight to behold. Sean was reminded of a wind up toy he had as a child. This boy just never wound down. And that mouth was even more adept that he had hoped.
And, and this was a revelation, Elijah wanted to fuck Sean. Really fuck him. Sean had, after the previous debacle, been prepared. The lube was in the den, tucked just beneath the big leather armchair. When the kissing had reached a suitable crescendo, and the mutual cock action had reached a plateau, Sean reached for the lube.
Only to have Elijah take it expertly from his hand.
He found himself on his back on the polished wooden floor, with Elijah carefully arranging cushions to his satisfaction, then arranging Mr Bean to his satisfaction, then applying the lube in a strangely cool and efficient manner to his fingers and cock. Lastly he inserted his clever, probing fingers into Mr Bean and then curled said digits. Sean felt himself topple into something, he knew not what.
"No, Elijah, let me-" he started, but Elijah was pinning him down and nipping at his mouth with catlike kisses that enthralled Sean and set off a ridiculous chain reaction that was totally unexpected and unfathomable.
"Relax, Sean. Trust me." And Sean found that he did.
Well, this is a turn up for the books, Mr Bean. Being fucked by the baby of the Fellowship. Not such a baby, either, by the feel of him inside of Sean. Elijah seemed to know his way round an arse, and Sean found himself letting go and giving in. There was a first time for everything and- God! *That* was good. And that, and that. Give in, Sean, just give in ..
Dominic hears the metallic click of a key in a lock. He glances at the clock. It is 6am. The rain has stopped, it stopped an hour ago.
He waits.
Elijah lets himself into the room and stands in the gloom for a moment.
Dominic gulps and tries to breath but gives up. He is of f the bed and over to the door and has taken Elijah into his arms and he is never letting go.
"You fucked him, didn't you?" Dominic asks but really he doesn't care.
"Yep."
"Was it good?" asks Dominic as he embraces his lover and cries into the expensive sweater. It is something to say, he doesn't care.
"Was okay. He thought I was going to be a bottom." Elijah has a sad smile on his angelic face. Dominic thinks he will die of love for this boy. This man, this manipulative little schemer.
"Feel better now you seduced him?, " asks Dominic, and he pulls away from Elijah just enough to see his face in the light of the pale Manchester dawn.
"Yep. I fucked him good. I did him. I think the stupid bastard loves me, you know."
Dominic and Elijah are good. They are right. They are a couple, meant to be. The Seans of this world are on the sidelines, waiting their turn and never realising they are mere bit players in a much bigger play.
Sean is sore and sad and somehow feels cheated. Did it all get away from him? Did he finally give in to the L word only to find it stood for Loser?
The End