double double (elijah wood / keram malicki-sanchez, dom<3selijah)
Um, apparently I'm Jubilancy's bitch lately. I've never even seen Keram whatsis in anything.
Disclaimer: did not happen. Rated: PG.
Double Double
Elijah Wood / Keram Malicki-Sanchez, Dom <3s Elijah
Dom catches Elijah kissing this bloke in the doorway one fine Sunday morning; well, all right, he doesn't catch him exactly, as that would imply Elijah is transgressing in some fashion, which he isn't; and it's the doorway between Elijah's kitchen and dining room, so it's not as though Elijah's failing to be discreet, even if he did have something to hide, which clearly he doesn't. Not from Dom, any road, and why should he? Common courtesy apart. A bit of friendly respect for a mate's tender feelings apart.
All right, so Dom lets himself into Elijah's house using a key that technically was bequeathed to him for purposes described by Elijah as 'emergencies', which Dom chooses to interpret more loosely as 'urgencies', for example, having big news that can't wait til Elijah hauls his arse out of bed and answers the door. But instead of bursting into Elijah's bedroom to crow about his news, an encounter that might conceivably just end in a celebratory shag that in Dom's opinion has been far too long delayed and only lacks a proper occasion to finally occur-- none of that happens, because Elijah's standing in the doorway between his kitchen and dining room kissing a bloke who looks rather eeriely just like himself.
Curved, narrow pink lips lock and slide against each other, paired petals side by side; straight chiseled noses elide as two heads tilt in mirrored opposition, one fine square jaw prominent, then the other; one long furled eyebrow arches up, another curves down; two sets of heavy-lidded eyes flicker drowsily, two sets of long speared lashes so close they nearly intersect; it's beautiful, beautiful--
No it's not, it looks idiotic, as though some kid's banging together the faces of two identical Ken dolls. All right, of two reproductions of Michelangelo's David, more like. But still! Looks a fright, really.
"So who's that?" Dom asks as the bloke who isn't Elijah finally leaves, after the end of what was apparently a goodbye kiss. Elijah doesn't answer, because he's walking the bloke to the door.
"So who's that?" Dom tries again when Elijah returns, looking insufferably smug.
"Keram," he says; Dom instantly wants to clout the dreamy tone right out of his pretty duplicitous mouth. "Keram Malicki-Sanchez."
"Wot, is he from Cheshire?" Dom demands. Elijah gives him a blank look. Dom is so unappreciated. He considers draping himself across Elijah's dining room table, baring his chest and inviting him to partake directly of Dom's heart, since he seems intent on nibbling at it fucking constantly.
"I don't know where he's from, I kind of don't care," Elijah answers. "What matters is, I've been looking for a guy like him for years."
"Ever try a mirror?"
"Many times," says Elijah. "But it's so much better when it's real."
"Well," Dom allows grudgingly, "s'pose if I looked like you, I'd be narcissistic as well." It's the first time he's ever admitted out loud that he finds Elijah attractive; he's beginning to think that was something of a tactical error on his part.
"I have a thing for twins in general, actually," Elijah shrugs. "It's hot, dude. You'd like it if you tried it. If there was anyone else who looked like you on, like, Earth."
Dom chooses to interpret that as a compliment. "I do have a cousin actually," he says. "James. He's not quite as fit, he's a bit lacking in the splendorous ear department, and his eyes are boring old blue, not the fascinating changeable colour that perhaps you've noticed my eyes being...?" Dom clears his throat. "In any event, we resemble each other quite a bit."
"Yeah?" Elijah considers this, leaning against the counter, every line of his body uniquely crying out for Dom's intimate attentions, whether Elijah and Keram Malicki-Sanchez know it or not.
Dom nods. "Most definitely."
Elijah grins. "Dude. Double-date."
Disclaimer: did not happen. Rated: PG.
Double Double
Elijah Wood / Keram Malicki-Sanchez, Dom <3s Elijah
Dom catches Elijah kissing this bloke in the doorway one fine Sunday morning; well, all right, he doesn't catch him exactly, as that would imply Elijah is transgressing in some fashion, which he isn't; and it's the doorway between Elijah's kitchen and dining room, so it's not as though Elijah's failing to be discreet, even if he did have something to hide, which clearly he doesn't. Not from Dom, any road, and why should he? Common courtesy apart. A bit of friendly respect for a mate's tender feelings apart.
All right, so Dom lets himself into Elijah's house using a key that technically was bequeathed to him for purposes described by Elijah as 'emergencies', which Dom chooses to interpret more loosely as 'urgencies', for example, having big news that can't wait til Elijah hauls his arse out of bed and answers the door. But instead of bursting into Elijah's bedroom to crow about his news, an encounter that might conceivably just end in a celebratory shag that in Dom's opinion has been far too long delayed and only lacks a proper occasion to finally occur-- none of that happens, because Elijah's standing in the doorway between his kitchen and dining room kissing a bloke who looks rather eeriely just like himself.
Curved, narrow pink lips lock and slide against each other, paired petals side by side; straight chiseled noses elide as two heads tilt in mirrored opposition, one fine square jaw prominent, then the other; one long furled eyebrow arches up, another curves down; two sets of heavy-lidded eyes flicker drowsily, two sets of long speared lashes so close they nearly intersect; it's beautiful, beautiful--
No it's not, it looks idiotic, as though some kid's banging together the faces of two identical Ken dolls. All right, of two reproductions of Michelangelo's David, more like. But still! Looks a fright, really.
"So who's that?" Dom asks as the bloke who isn't Elijah finally leaves, after the end of what was apparently a goodbye kiss. Elijah doesn't answer, because he's walking the bloke to the door.
"So who's that?" Dom tries again when Elijah returns, looking insufferably smug.
"Keram," he says; Dom instantly wants to clout the dreamy tone right out of his pretty duplicitous mouth. "Keram Malicki-Sanchez."
"Wot, is he from Cheshire?" Dom demands. Elijah gives him a blank look. Dom is so unappreciated. He considers draping himself across Elijah's dining room table, baring his chest and inviting him to partake directly of Dom's heart, since he seems intent on nibbling at it fucking constantly.
"I don't know where he's from, I kind of don't care," Elijah answers. "What matters is, I've been looking for a guy like him for years."
"Ever try a mirror?"
"Many times," says Elijah. "But it's so much better when it's real."
"Well," Dom allows grudgingly, "s'pose if I looked like you, I'd be narcissistic as well." It's the first time he's ever admitted out loud that he finds Elijah attractive; he's beginning to think that was something of a tactical error on his part.
"I have a thing for twins in general, actually," Elijah shrugs. "It's hot, dude. You'd like it if you tried it. If there was anyone else who looked like you on, like, Earth."
Dom chooses to interpret that as a compliment. "I do have a cousin actually," he says. "James. He's not quite as fit, he's a bit lacking in the splendorous ear department, and his eyes are boring old blue, not the fascinating changeable colour that perhaps you've noticed my eyes being...?" Dom clears his throat. "In any event, we resemble each other quite a bit."
"Yeah?" Elijah considers this, leaning against the counter, every line of his body uniquely crying out for Dom's intimate attentions, whether Elijah and Keram Malicki-Sanchez know it or not.
Dom nods. "Most definitely."
Elijah grins. "Dude. Double-date."