Dom kisses Elijah.
It's fun. It's just something he does.
He took notice of it maybe after the sixth or seventh kiss. Took notice of the fact that he kisses Elijah. It happens so quickly all the time, he isn't surprised that it took him this long to notice. The feeling burgeons, sprouts and blooms in him, starts in his shoulders he thinks, flows out through his arms which grab hold of the young American in some fashion, by shoulders or around his neck, or around his whole person so he's like a squeezed rag doll, then erupts, flash burns in Dom's head as it makes contact with Elijah. It sparks on his temple or forehead or nose or lips or some awkward combination of the springy shell of his ear and hair. Those must be loud, Dom thinks and smirks sleepily. And after the little pop of damp skin and low pressure, its over, and nobody comments or takes any notice of it, not Dom, not Elijah.
He notices this time, he thinks, because it's cold. Snowing like a billion tiny angels falling from the sky, and he's just buzzed enough to think that. Everywhere is white except for the black damp trunks of trees and Elijah's dark hair. Dom's nose is cold, otherwise he might not have even noticed how warm Elijah was when that urge struck again and he gave him a squeeze and pressed his face against Elijah's neck.
So very very warm. That was when he noticed. Because the warmth (and probably the alcohol too, though it wasn't all that much) suddenly runs down the front of Dom and his smell, clean and sweet, runs up into Dom's head and it strikes him as odd, for the first time, that he just brazenly kisses him like that. As if it had always been that way between them. But, he supposes, it has. That was the first thing he did when he met his Frodo.
Elijah is laughing like a loon, trying to hit Billy with flimsy dry snow clumps and handfuls. Bill is a much better shot though, unpackable snow or no, and keeps walloping the screeching Elijah without appearing to expend any effort at all. Elijah runs back to Dom, maybe he thinks he'll protect him from Billy, and, maybe he will, or maybe it's more fun to watch him turn red with laughter as Bill stuffs a handfull of snow into the neck of his jumper. But when he uses Dom as a shield, Dom becomes a little more motivated and grabs him around the middle in that wrung-out rag doll asana, meaning to teach him a thing or two about washing his face, and it happens again and he's not even sure now that he is the one making it happen.
Elijah laughs a little uneasy titter. "Will you cut it out?"
Dom lets him go and he goes after BIlly again who ducks a snowy comet flying from Elijah's fingers. So, yes, he is the one doing it. He just doesn't seem to have any control over it. Either way he didn't expect Elijah to start complaining now.
Dom wanders away towards those blackened tree trunks, a cluster of them lightly frosted with clinging snow all on one side. He wishes he had had a little more to drink so he wouldn't be drying out already. It would probably make it a little easier to accept the fact that he's a wanker and has been pushing himself, albeit more or less unknowingly, on an uninterested and now possibly disenchanted party. It would also probably make him feel less cold.
He leans there against the damp trees for some time, he's not sure how long, but the feeling starts to seep back into his fingers and toes, funny how just sitting still out in the cold can do that. All that warmth reminds him that he needs to pee. A few more security steps out into the trees and he cuts a hole in the thin layer of snow. Writes his name, sorta.
"Hey where'd you go?" Elijah says behind him.
Dom zips back up and turns to look at him. "Right here."
Elijah approaches and Dom decides, that, although he doesn't want to appear to be clamoring to get next to the boy, he also would prefer it if he didn't have cause to look at the marks he left in the snow. He meets him halfway and then lounges back against a tree. To his surprise, Elijah just comes closer, huddles in toward him and slips icy fingers under the hem of Dom's shirt to place them on his sides. Dom gasps and squirms a lot but lets them stay there as Elijah sighs with relief and curls in close to Dominic, seeking more heat. Dom's arms just know what to do and once again wrap around him without his express permission or instruction.
"Why did you run away?" Elijah says from under Dom's neck, muffled a little by his nose in dom's shirt.
Dom shrugs, then shivers, but not so much from the cold.
"Is it cuz I told you to stop?"
He shrugs again and feels intensely stupid and unclever.
"You were giving me a stiffy. I didn't want Bill accidentally like, grabbing it next time he tried to put snow down my pants."
Dom starts chuckling nervously, but then it cascades out of him in a great peal. Elijah laughs too and pick his head up to look at Dom who can only smirk back sheepishly.
"Where is BIll?" he asks.
"Went back."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Elijah says and smiles a little bigger.
Dom almost can't do it. He's been tied back to the tree trunk it seems, but it happens, like he knew it would, because this time Elijah comes forward and grabs hold of Dom. Warm soft lips, stretched a little tight because they're still smiling, but sweet as anything. Dom takes one lips between his own, tastes, then the other, then sees what there might be inside to explore. Mouths locked together with grazing tongues and warm sweet Elijah in his nose, Dom knows what it's all about now, finally. It just took a few practice shots, six or seven. And whoa, yes, that is a stiffy. Elijah peels his mouth away then and giggles, rubs against him a little more, just to make sure he feels it.
"You want to go back?" Elijah nods and presses the heel of his palm to his crotch once at which Dom has to laugh.
Out of the sheltering trees and back into the open white air they walk, far apart but hand in hand until Dom looks over at him shielding his face from the snow, covered in it, a billion little angels all clinging to this hot devil in disguise, and it happens again. No thought required. He just reels him in, squeezes him tight around his arms and torso and kisses him.
It's fun. It's just something he does.
He took notice of it maybe after the sixth or seventh kiss. Took notice of the fact that he kisses Elijah. It happens so quickly all the time, he isn't surprised that it took him this long to notice. The feeling burgeons, sprouts and blooms in him, starts in his shoulders he thinks, flows out through his arms which grab hold of the young American in some fashion, by shoulders or around his neck, or around his whole person so he's like a squeezed rag doll, then erupts, flash burns in Dom's head as it makes contact with Elijah. It sparks on his temple or forehead or nose or lips or some awkward combination of the springy shell of his ear and hair. Those must be loud, Dom thinks and smirks sleepily. And after the little pop of damp skin and low pressure, its over, and nobody comments or takes any notice of it, not Dom, not Elijah.
He notices this time, he thinks, because it's cold. Snowing like a billion tiny angels falling from the sky, and he's just buzzed enough to think that. Everywhere is white except for the black damp trunks of trees and Elijah's dark hair. Dom's nose is cold, otherwise he might not have even noticed how warm Elijah was when that urge struck again and he gave him a squeeze and pressed his face against Elijah's neck.
So very very warm. That was when he noticed. Because the warmth (and probably the alcohol too, though it wasn't all that much) suddenly runs down the front of Dom and his smell, clean and sweet, runs up into Dom's head and it strikes him as odd, for the first time, that he just brazenly kisses him like that. As if it had always been that way between them. But, he supposes, it has. That was the first thing he did when he met his Frodo.
Elijah is laughing like a loon, trying to hit Billy with flimsy dry snow clumps and handfuls. Bill is a much better shot though, unpackable snow or no, and keeps walloping the screeching Elijah without appearing to expend any effort at all. Elijah runs back to Dom, maybe he thinks he'll protect him from Billy, and, maybe he will, or maybe it's more fun to watch him turn red with laughter as Bill stuffs a handfull of snow into the neck of his jumper. But when he uses Dom as a shield, Dom becomes a little more motivated and grabs him around the middle in that wrung-out rag doll asana, meaning to teach him a thing or two about washing his face, and it happens again and he's not even sure now that he is the one making it happen.
Elijah laughs a little uneasy titter. "Will you cut it out?"
Dom lets him go and he goes after BIlly again who ducks a snowy comet flying from Elijah's fingers. So, yes, he is the one doing it. He just doesn't seem to have any control over it. Either way he didn't expect Elijah to start complaining now.
Dom wanders away towards those blackened tree trunks, a cluster of them lightly frosted with clinging snow all on one side. He wishes he had had a little more to drink so he wouldn't be drying out already. It would probably make it a little easier to accept the fact that he's a wanker and has been pushing himself, albeit more or less unknowingly, on an uninterested and now possibly disenchanted party. It would also probably make him feel less cold.
He leans there against the damp trees for some time, he's not sure how long, but the feeling starts to seep back into his fingers and toes, funny how just sitting still out in the cold can do that. All that warmth reminds him that he needs to pee. A few more security steps out into the trees and he cuts a hole in the thin layer of snow. Writes his name, sorta.
"Hey where'd you go?" Elijah says behind him.
Dom zips back up and turns to look at him. "Right here."
Elijah approaches and Dom decides, that, although he doesn't want to appear to be clamoring to get next to the boy, he also would prefer it if he didn't have cause to look at the marks he left in the snow. He meets him halfway and then lounges back against a tree. To his surprise, Elijah just comes closer, huddles in toward him and slips icy fingers under the hem of Dom's shirt to place them on his sides. Dom gasps and squirms a lot but lets them stay there as Elijah sighs with relief and curls in close to Dominic, seeking more heat. Dom's arms just know what to do and once again wrap around him without his express permission or instruction.
"Why did you run away?" Elijah says from under Dom's neck, muffled a little by his nose in dom's shirt.
Dom shrugs, then shivers, but not so much from the cold.
"Is it cuz I told you to stop?"
He shrugs again and feels intensely stupid and unclever.
"You were giving me a stiffy. I didn't want Bill accidentally like, grabbing it next time he tried to put snow down my pants."
Dom starts chuckling nervously, but then it cascades out of him in a great peal. Elijah laughs too and pick his head up to look at Dom who can only smirk back sheepishly.
"Where is BIll?" he asks.
"Went back."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Elijah says and smiles a little bigger.
Dom almost can't do it. He's been tied back to the tree trunk it seems, but it happens, like he knew it would, because this time Elijah comes forward and grabs hold of Dom. Warm soft lips, stretched a little tight because they're still smiling, but sweet as anything. Dom takes one lips between his own, tastes, then the other, then sees what there might be inside to explore. Mouths locked together with grazing tongues and warm sweet Elijah in his nose, Dom knows what it's all about now, finally. It just took a few practice shots, six or seven. And whoa, yes, that is a stiffy. Elijah peels his mouth away then and giggles, rubs against him a little more, just to make sure he feels it.
"You want to go back?" Elijah nods and presses the heel of his palm to his crotch once at which Dom has to laugh.
Out of the sheltering trees and back into the open white air they walk, far apart but hand in hand until Dom looks over at him shielding his face from the snow, covered in it, a billion little angels all clinging to this hot devil in disguise, and it happens again. No thought required. He just reels him in, squeezes him tight around his arms and torso and kisses him.
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