28 meme: 2, happy dom
2. Happy Dom.
Puzzle pieces
for msilverstar
Establishment Dom/Elijah
*
Their airport hug is a rib-cracker, and Dom can't help lifting Elijah off his feet a bit, their chests pressing together as Dom leans back and Elijah's toes dangle.
"Fucking missed you," he whispers fiercely.
"Me too," Elijah says, "it's been insane. Oh man, I'm going to fucking drop."
"Two press tours at once, how do these things happen?" Dom grumbles for the fiftieth time, grabbing up Elijah's luggage to stop himself lunging for Elijah himself again in public.
"It was nuts, but it's over, I have a couple of months now," Elijah says, sounding as though he's been telling himself that for a while.
He falls asleep on the way home. It's all Dom can do to wake him up when they arrive rather than hauling him up bodily. But by now he knows there are cameras in Oahu as well as LA. "I ought to carry you in like the baggage you are," he murmurs to Elijah, who smiles wearily and follows him in.
The moment the bags drop and the door locks, Dom wants nothing but an immediate fuck against the nearest flat surface. He's been sick with want, this separation was particularly bad that way. Stumbling home after a late night's shooting, somehow he hasn't had the heart for a lonely wank. Last week he had his first wet dream in years and years and years. It wasn't even about a person, that's the really mad part, it was something to do with plants.
But Elijah's already nodding off where he stands. Dom guides him to the bedroom and tugs his clothes off, watching his head loll with a sort of resigned adoration. No chance of relief any time soon; he palms Elijah's cheek, the ache in his guts and his skin unrelenting.
Dom undresses as well, and stretches out next to Lij, resting an arm around him. The airplane reek clings to Elijah's skin, a stale bacterial odor of too long in too small a space with too many people breathing recycled air.
"I'm so glad you're back," he says. Elijah turns toward him with an effort, lying and leaning against him, and Dom holds him: at that moment, nothing but perfectly happy.
Puzzle pieces
for msilverstar
Establishment Dom/Elijah
*
Their airport hug is a rib-cracker, and Dom can't help lifting Elijah off his feet a bit, their chests pressing together as Dom leans back and Elijah's toes dangle.
"Fucking missed you," he whispers fiercely.
"Me too," Elijah says, "it's been insane. Oh man, I'm going to fucking drop."
"Two press tours at once, how do these things happen?" Dom grumbles for the fiftieth time, grabbing up Elijah's luggage to stop himself lunging for Elijah himself again in public.
"It was nuts, but it's over, I have a couple of months now," Elijah says, sounding as though he's been telling himself that for a while.
He falls asleep on the way home. It's all Dom can do to wake him up when they arrive rather than hauling him up bodily. But by now he knows there are cameras in Oahu as well as LA. "I ought to carry you in like the baggage you are," he murmurs to Elijah, who smiles wearily and follows him in.
The moment the bags drop and the door locks, Dom wants nothing but an immediate fuck against the nearest flat surface. He's been sick with want, this separation was particularly bad that way. Stumbling home after a late night's shooting, somehow he hasn't had the heart for a lonely wank. Last week he had his first wet dream in years and years and years. It wasn't even about a person, that's the really mad part, it was something to do with plants.
But Elijah's already nodding off where he stands. Dom guides him to the bedroom and tugs his clothes off, watching his head loll with a sort of resigned adoration. No chance of relief any time soon; he palms Elijah's cheek, the ache in his guts and his skin unrelenting.
Dom undresses as well, and stretches out next to Lij, resting an arm around him. The airplane reek clings to Elijah's skin, a stale bacterial odor of too long in too small a space with too many people breathing recycled air.
"I'm so glad you're back," he says. Elijah turns toward him with an effort, lying and leaning against him, and Dom holds him: at that moment, nothing but perfectly happy.