LOTRPS: DM/EW: untitled narcotic fic.

title: untitled narcotic fic
fandom: lotrps
pair: ew/dm
rating: adult
warnings: drugs, sex
notes: for kissing_athelas just because. This...well. I thought I was just going to write something funny, but it didn't want to stay funny.

"And this guy. He had three of 'em."

"Three of what?"

"Them. The. Oh fuck." Elijah drops the lit nub between his knees and it disappears into the carpet.

"Lij," Dom says with half-hearted irritation and reaches over Elijah's bare knee to paw for it with one hand, glancing over the bony knee in question, then around it, between it and the coffee table, then over it again, and back to the screen where his guy is standing in a back alley with a laser scope sniper rifle waiting for Dom to stop fucking around and steal another pink Caddie. Lij starts to snicker.

Dom finds the dead roach under Elijah's heel after bodily lifting it off the floor. Elijah is laughing soundlessly, the only indication being a slight shaking all over him, that and his pink face turned purple in the light from the TV.

Dom looks at his friend with bared skepticism. "I thought you said you smoked before."

"I do," he says after a small wheeze. "But this isn't American pot. This is something else."

Dom just shakes his head, puts the tiny roach back between his lips and cocks his head to try to relight it. The tip glows and is quickly too hot so he pulls it away with his fingernails and winces on the exhale. "Wanker. It's all the same plant. I don't care where you are. You don't think people carry it all over the world and cross breed it?"

"So like people." Elijah's breath is piny and nice, and he's breathing it too close to Dominic, looking right at him for no reason. "Oh," he says, and his eyes refocus on Dom's face instead of a vague point near Dom's shoulder where they were. "So I was at that coffee place and there was a guy there that looked like my Dad. And he had three 'em."

"Three of what?" Lij is smiling kinda weird he thinks, but he also thinks he said that once before, or he just missed something again but that happens.

A sound punches through Dom's fog. A punching sound actually. Someone is being punched, and Dom smirks a little too, then stops. "Oh shit." Dom fumbles the playstation controller back into his hands upside down, then right side up, and shoots a couple of angular thugs that were beating him up in the alley. He takes their cash.

"My dad used to watch this show."

"What?" Dom says absently, trying to drag a guy out of an El Camino, and he realizes there was a bit of a lag there between the question and the answer. No. Wait. The other way around.

How did the answer come before the question?

"This show. He used to watch it. When I was a kid."

"Oh." Not important. Whatever it was he missed it. The El Camino drives off into the night. Dom is careful to obey the traffic laws, though it's difficult to turn that thing around those tight corners. And for some reason everyone else gets to drive on the wrong side of the road. Or maybe its the right side of the road here, cuz they're upside down.

"Dom are you peeing?"

Dom ignores this.

"Dom are you peeing?"

Dom turns his head briefly to his right because he suspects Elijah is peeing. He doesn't know why he thinks that, but he does. "No. Where?"

"Oh. You're beer."

"Shit."

The bottle has bumped over in the scuffle for the playstation controller or at any point thereafter. It is dribbling into a wet spot on the carpet. Dom picks it up and starts to slide across himself laughing. "I pee beer," he says and starts to suffocate laughing. Elijah seems to be in the same state, though belatedly. Dom takes a breath and catches Elijah's attention with a wide-eyed grin. "And I shit cakes of light!"

Elijah cackles and falls back on the sofa.

Dom looks at the puddle on the carpet and listens to Elijah's stuttering, ticking laughter behind him. Looks at his own hands. Everything is blue from the TV. He stands up and pulls his shorts down, (cock is blue, ha!) folds them neatly and places them over the blue carpet puddle, steps delicately onto it to soak it up. He hears Elijah sigh and breathe again finally, and looks back to see him sitting up again.

"You're naked."

Dom looks down at himself. "No 'm not."

"You have a shirt on."

"Yeah, and-" Oh.

Elijah starts to titter again, but then stops when Dom's cock twitches in front of him.
Dom sits back down on the couch next to Elijah and picks up his game controller. He looks at the screen, waits for his eyes to refocus, and finds that he is dead. "Shit."

"Fuck," says Elijah.

Dom looks his way and his eyes are freakish and huge, and for some reason he isn't laughing anymore. He's been laughing for twelve hours straight it seems. Why stop now? He follows his gaze back to himself and looks down. He is faintly surprised to see a hard cock between his legs. And doesn't that look pretty laying right there. He knows it is his own, but he's still surprised when it twitches again. Elijah is looking at him bug-eyed still, but fuck that. He doesn't have to explain himself. Three of them?...

Dom turns his body and leans back to lay his head on the arm of the sofa and swings one leg over Elijah's head which he follows with his (giant blue in blue spice addicted) eyes to lay behind him and takes his cock loosely in his hand. If Elijah wants to stay there, fine.

Elijah does stay. And so do his eyes. He is sitting there twisted, feet on the floor, one arm braced on the couch seat keeping his upper body turned and facing Dom down the couch. His left knee brushes Dom's, and brushes Dom's as his hand works. Elijah is breathing funny, or laughing? No, he's not smiling all gap-toothed and squinty, so the movement in his shoulders is breathing. Quick up and down. Faint whistle between his lips. Dom smirks.

Then Elijah is moving, slow as a rabbit. Slow as something. Like he's trying to move without Dom noticing, so, generously, he makes it easy on him and closes his eyes. He can still feel him moving, a little shift and pull here and there on the couch, disorienting, really, because the ground is moving under him.

"I feel the Earth, move, under my feet," he sings a moment and then stops because it hurts with his throat all hoarse and his neck bent back. Cock feels good though. Silky smooth in his hand, throbbing and pulsing comfortable little bubbles through his veins. Eventually he notices that Elijah isn't moving anymore and opens his eyes. Again it takes forever for them to sort out what they're seeing, but when the haze does clear - as much as can be expected - he sees pretty much what he was expecting to see. He's there with his cock in his hand, gently running it through it's daily routine. His legs are not in use, haphazardly left unattended to either side of Elijah's. He hadn't noticed when Elijah got there. But he can't feel his feet so much right now, which would explain why he didn't notice they were on either side of Elijah's bare hips. He runs a toe up and down one of them and thinks he'd quite like to feel that, but it's no good. Can't.

Elijah has a funny cock. Dom smirks a little but realizes that isn't the nicest thing to do and stops. It's really purple. But it's kind of dark and hard to make anything out so Dom reaches behind him and turns on a lamp. Now it's red. Elijah has an arm up over his head and his eyes are still bugging out watching Dom as he rubs himself with only three fingers. It's kind of a big cock. He wonders why the three fingers. Three of 'em.

"Mmm, nice," Dom hears himself murmur and snuggles down into the crook of the sofa. He's happy, his cock is happy. Elijah is happy.

Something warm and wet touches his cock and his hips writhe without him telling them to do so. Elijah is upon him, his cock dangling between his legs. He didn't even feel him move. Elijah does it again, dips down and licks his cock head. Dom makes a funny owlish sound of surprise and enjoyment and takes the curly head in his hands. He backs up, though, out of reach and sits on his heels, his teeshirt only covering half of his cock.

Dom smiles at him then, picks at his fingers by his side. "What. You shy now?"

"No."

"Do you want it?" he whispers.

Elijah doesn't answer except to swallow hard.

"Come on. Do you want to suck me or do you want me to fuck you?" Dom has to repeat that in his head to make sure it was correct.

Elijah's chest is going up and down fast now. He looks around the room for a second, takes Dom's half-dumped beer off the table and downs it.

Dom doesn't wait for an answer, he knows what he wants anyway. He'll take what he can get but if he gets to decide, then. Dom rolls himself off the couch and pads dazedly to his bedroom. He's back in a moment and Elijah has barely moved, just slid further into his corner of the couch, curled up. Dom squeezes a gob of lube in his hand as he approaches and palms it over his cock, hums in pleasure. The tube goes to the table next to his beer and the playstation controller, and he knee-walks over to Elijah who has the biggest fucking eyes in the world.

"Um," he says, and tries to push himself up to face Dom, his ankles crossed in front of him.

"C'mere."

"Um," he says again.

"Come on."

Dom takes his knees away from his body and insinuates himself there against him. Elijah is still breathing like a race horse - or is that peeing - he laughs out loud again, has to lean his head on Elijah's shoulder a moment because the laugh is threatening to bowl him over, and Elijah is fighting him. He's pushing like he doesn't understand what Dom is trying to do with him, just get his knees up. Elijah makes a weird sound like a whine and defeats Dom. He gets his legs down under them both so Dom is laying on top of him. Elijah's arms go up around his shoulders and pull Dom down to him tightly, so tight Dom can't push himself back up. His mouth is near Dom's ear and he can hear the breath rushing in and out of him. Then he whispers. "I don't think I'm high anymore."

Dom reaches down with his wet hand and takes Elijah's cock in hand, rubs his own against him, takes both of them in hand the best he can and grinds forward. Elijah makes a funny noise and Dom feels his cock pulse and then eject warmth into his palm. He makes a few high-pitched sounds as he comes and then lays there silently below Dominic.

Dom lays there too and breathes. He can't move for the fierce grip Elijah has on him, doesn't have the motivation to try suddenly. Can hear and feel Elijah's rabbity heartbeat through his teeshirt.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out on a shaky sigh that smells sweet and smoky. Dom gets the impression he has missed something again, like before.

"You never kissed me," Elijah says.