First Kisses - sequel to Fag Break Before French
I *had* to make a follow-up!
Title: First Kisses
Pairing: Dom/Elijah, Lotrips
Rating: PG-13 for boys smooching
Warning: Gaye, AU
Summary: Set 10 years or so in the future, the boys tell about their first kisses
Notes: Sequel to Fag Break Before French
First Kisses
"My first kiss," Billy began loudly "Ah, what a poetic story it is. Candle-lit dinner in that French place near Spoons. Had the violinist churning out something romantic, and -"
"Hurry it up Bills", Dom demanded, twitching impatiently.
"Hold up, 'restaurant'? How old were you?" Sean suddenly asked.
"Ehm...It was first year of Uni, so I musta been about 19, 20" He said, Scottish brogue still ever strong.
Elijah walked in with another armful of Stella and a carton of orange juice, setting them on the coffee table between them all.
"What're we talking about?" Elijah asked, opening himself a can and sitting with his legs tucked under him, between Dom and Billy.
"First kisses", Sean replied, breaking the carton's seal and pouring himself a glass of juice. "Billy's".
"Lij, " Dom nudges Elijah, snickering "Bills didn't pull till he was 20-odd!"
" 's no harm in waiting" Elijah said diplomatically.
"Thank you, Elijah" Billy said, patting him on the arm and pulling a face at Dom "How old were you?"
"15" Elijah looked at Dom, and took a slurp of the beer.
"Oh" Billy replied, opening himself a can. This set Dom off into another fit of hysterics.
"What was it, a quick fumble behind the bike sheds?" Sean jibed, smiling sweetly.
"Girl's loos, actually" Elijah said quietly. Dom's eyes snapped up.
"So, what was she like?" Sean asked eagerly.
"He, not she" Dom said, deadpan, giving Elijah an unspoken permission to carry on with the story.
"HE?!" Sean and Billy said in unison. Elijah nodded, then Sean said, "wait a minute, how do you know, Dom?" Billy turned to look at Dom too.
"It was him," Elijah said simply. Sean and Billy's attention snapped back to Elijah's like spectators at a tennis match.
"Well, go on then"
"How did that happen?"
Elijah moved himself into a more comfortable position, so he was sat cross-legged, and started thumbing the lip of his can determinedly.
"It was Year 11, we'd just had English-"
"With that fine piece, Ms Tyler, remember?" Dom interrupted. The other two nodded and Elijah continued.
"Me and Dom went to the girl's bogs for a sly fag break before French, and we were sat around in one the cubicles just chattin' away, then Dom turns ‘round and asks me if I wanted to snog him, so-"
"Oi, you're the one who started going on about kissing blokes!" Dom burst out with, grinning
"Only ‘cause you were prattling on about some lesbian choir chick!" Elijah retaliated before he got back to his story. "So, Dom asked me if I wanted a snog, and I was all ‘no way', and Dom goes -
"Are you sure?" Dom whispers, hot breath waxing over Elijah, hypnotizing him.
Elijah swallows hard, then his body reacts without permission, a small shiver running down his spine and he raises his hand and presses it to Dom's hip. Dom pushes himself closer to Elijah, feeling Elijah's half-erection even more now, against his groin.
Elijah blinks, then stares at Dom with those big blue eyes that a person could willingly lose themselves in. Dom raises his hand to Elijah's soft cheek and tips his head upwards ever so slightly.
Elijah's body bends to Dom's will, his breathing slow, but his heart pounding hard in his chest. Dom closes his eyes, Elijah takes this as his cue to follow suit. Without sight, all other senses are heightened tenfold, and every one of Elijah senses seemed to have switched off but touch.
He could feel himself growing hard, and could feel Dom pressing against his hard-on mercilessly. He could feel Dom's painted hand on his cheek. He could feel Dom's breath on his face, his lips. He could feel Dom moving closer.
After what seemed like years later, Dom's lips press against Elijah's.
It was such an odd sensation; Elijah didn't know how to react. But when Dom pulled back slightly, almost hesitantly, Elijah leaned up and forced the kiss to continue.
Elijah grew a liking to this new feeling, and then suddenly, Dom replaces his lips with tongue, licking tentatively along the edge of Elijah's lips tentatively, sending electric shockwaves down Elijah's spine. Dom, pleased with this reaction, licks at Elijah's bottom lip, then sucks gently on it till the tiniest of whimper escapes from Elijah, and Dom presses both his lips to Elijah again.
Dom parts at his mouth slightly, and Elijah does the same, parting them more when he feels Dom's tongue pass his own lips seeking out Elijah's tongue. Elijah wishes that his mouth wasn't so dry, when Dom's tongue was so wet.
Elijah lets out a slow low moan, getting so lost in what's he doing, what Dom's doing to him, that he forgets where they are, what day it is, his own name even. Everything but the act between them was irrelevant.
Suddenly, before Elijah wanted, Dom pulled back. Elijah's body begs for that touch again, but instead, he opened his eyes and got his breathing back to normal. He looks for Dom's eyes, and Dom looks the same as he ever did; cheeky grin and a mischievous twinkle in the eye.
"Come on then, " Dom picks his bag up and throws it over his shoulder, unlocks the cubicle door and holds it open for Elijah. "We're already ten minutes late"
Elijah grabs his bags and follows, licking at his lips for the last few tastes of Dom still on him.
"So then Dom goes ‘Are you sure?' plants one on me, and then we head for French" Elijah finished. The three of them all stare at Elijah, who crushes his can half-heartedly and reaches for another.
Elijah didn't see Sean open his mouth to ask a question, only to be stopped by being stared down by Dom. A slight pause of uncomfortable silence, then good old Sean broke the silence.
"My first was actually my last" Sean said happily. "Me and Christine met when we were 13, at a cross-school chess tournament..." The rest of Sean's words tuned out and Elijah licked at his lips.
Much later on, after Billy and Sean were in bed, Elijah was stood at the sink washing up some plates. Dom leaned in the kitchen door for a moment, and then brought over the empty orange carton and Sean's glass, handing it to Elijah and throwing the carton away. Elijah took the glass, and looked up.
"I thought you'd gone off to bed." Elijah said quietly.
"I couldn't leave you with all the washing, figured you could use a hand?" Dom offered.
"Sure, you can dry up" and Elijah handed Dom wet cutlery.
For a while, they washed in silence, and then Dom cleared his throat.
"Elijah-" Dom began, and Elijah jumped enough to drop the glass he'd been washing into the midst of the dark soapy sink. They both reached in to find the glass, but came in contact with each other first.
"Lij...I didn't know I was your first." Dom mumbled, their hands still touching under the water's surface.
"I know... I was too embarrassed to tell you, I guess...But I'm glad you were my first." Elijah's voice slightly cracked.
Dom gave Elijah's fingers a quick squeeze, then picked the glass out from the water and began to dry it. They each sidestepped closer to each other, and finished the rest of the washing in the most comfortable silence they'd ever shared.
I would love some feedback, kthxbai
x-posted to domlijah and fellow_shippers
Title: First Kisses
Pairing: Dom/Elijah, Lotrips
Rating: PG-13 for boys smooching
Warning: Gaye, AU
Summary: Set 10 years or so in the future, the boys tell about their first kisses
Notes: Sequel to Fag Break Before French
First Kisses
"My first kiss," Billy began loudly "Ah, what a poetic story it is. Candle-lit dinner in that French place near Spoons. Had the violinist churning out something romantic, and -"
"Hurry it up Bills", Dom demanded, twitching impatiently.
"Hold up, 'restaurant'? How old were you?" Sean suddenly asked.
"Ehm...It was first year of Uni, so I musta been about 19, 20" He said, Scottish brogue still ever strong.
Elijah walked in with another armful of Stella and a carton of orange juice, setting them on the coffee table between them all.
"What're we talking about?" Elijah asked, opening himself a can and sitting with his legs tucked under him, between Dom and Billy.
"First kisses", Sean replied, breaking the carton's seal and pouring himself a glass of juice. "Billy's".
"Lij, " Dom nudges Elijah, snickering "Bills didn't pull till he was 20-odd!"
" 's no harm in waiting" Elijah said diplomatically.
"Thank you, Elijah" Billy said, patting him on the arm and pulling a face at Dom "How old were you?"
"15" Elijah looked at Dom, and took a slurp of the beer.
"Oh" Billy replied, opening himself a can. This set Dom off into another fit of hysterics.
"What was it, a quick fumble behind the bike sheds?" Sean jibed, smiling sweetly.
"Girl's loos, actually" Elijah said quietly. Dom's eyes snapped up.
"So, what was she like?" Sean asked eagerly.
"He, not she" Dom said, deadpan, giving Elijah an unspoken permission to carry on with the story.
"HE?!" Sean and Billy said in unison. Elijah nodded, then Sean said, "wait a minute, how do you know, Dom?" Billy turned to look at Dom too.
"It was him," Elijah said simply. Sean and Billy's attention snapped back to Elijah's like spectators at a tennis match.
"Well, go on then"
"How did that happen?"
Elijah moved himself into a more comfortable position, so he was sat cross-legged, and started thumbing the lip of his can determinedly.
"It was Year 11, we'd just had English-"
"With that fine piece, Ms Tyler, remember?" Dom interrupted. The other two nodded and Elijah continued.
"Me and Dom went to the girl's bogs for a sly fag break before French, and we were sat around in one the cubicles just chattin' away, then Dom turns ‘round and asks me if I wanted to snog him, so-"
"Oi, you're the one who started going on about kissing blokes!" Dom burst out with, grinning
"Only ‘cause you were prattling on about some lesbian choir chick!" Elijah retaliated before he got back to his story. "So, Dom asked me if I wanted a snog, and I was all ‘no way', and Dom goes -
"Are you sure?" Dom whispers, hot breath waxing over Elijah, hypnotizing him.
Elijah swallows hard, then his body reacts without permission, a small shiver running down his spine and he raises his hand and presses it to Dom's hip. Dom pushes himself closer to Elijah, feeling Elijah's half-erection even more now, against his groin.
Elijah blinks, then stares at Dom with those big blue eyes that a person could willingly lose themselves in. Dom raises his hand to Elijah's soft cheek and tips his head upwards ever so slightly.
Elijah's body bends to Dom's will, his breathing slow, but his heart pounding hard in his chest. Dom closes his eyes, Elijah takes this as his cue to follow suit. Without sight, all other senses are heightened tenfold, and every one of Elijah senses seemed to have switched off but touch.
He could feel himself growing hard, and could feel Dom pressing against his hard-on mercilessly. He could feel Dom's painted hand on his cheek. He could feel Dom's breath on his face, his lips. He could feel Dom moving closer.
After what seemed like years later, Dom's lips press against Elijah's.
It was such an odd sensation; Elijah didn't know how to react. But when Dom pulled back slightly, almost hesitantly, Elijah leaned up and forced the kiss to continue.
Elijah grew a liking to this new feeling, and then suddenly, Dom replaces his lips with tongue, licking tentatively along the edge of Elijah's lips tentatively, sending electric shockwaves down Elijah's spine. Dom, pleased with this reaction, licks at Elijah's bottom lip, then sucks gently on it till the tiniest of whimper escapes from Elijah, and Dom presses both his lips to Elijah again.
Dom parts at his mouth slightly, and Elijah does the same, parting them more when he feels Dom's tongue pass his own lips seeking out Elijah's tongue. Elijah wishes that his mouth wasn't so dry, when Dom's tongue was so wet.
Elijah lets out a slow low moan, getting so lost in what's he doing, what Dom's doing to him, that he forgets where they are, what day it is, his own name even. Everything but the act between them was irrelevant.
Suddenly, before Elijah wanted, Dom pulled back. Elijah's body begs for that touch again, but instead, he opened his eyes and got his breathing back to normal. He looks for Dom's eyes, and Dom looks the same as he ever did; cheeky grin and a mischievous twinkle in the eye.
"Come on then, " Dom picks his bag up and throws it over his shoulder, unlocks the cubicle door and holds it open for Elijah. "We're already ten minutes late"
Elijah grabs his bags and follows, licking at his lips for the last few tastes of Dom still on him.
"So then Dom goes ‘Are you sure?' plants one on me, and then we head for French" Elijah finished. The three of them all stare at Elijah, who crushes his can half-heartedly and reaches for another.
Elijah didn't see Sean open his mouth to ask a question, only to be stopped by being stared down by Dom. A slight pause of uncomfortable silence, then good old Sean broke the silence.
"My first was actually my last" Sean said happily. "Me and Christine met when we were 13, at a cross-school chess tournament..." The rest of Sean's words tuned out and Elijah licked at his lips.
Much later on, after Billy and Sean were in bed, Elijah was stood at the sink washing up some plates. Dom leaned in the kitchen door for a moment, and then brought over the empty orange carton and Sean's glass, handing it to Elijah and throwing the carton away. Elijah took the glass, and looked up.
"I thought you'd gone off to bed." Elijah said quietly.
"I couldn't leave you with all the washing, figured you could use a hand?" Dom offered.
"Sure, you can dry up" and Elijah handed Dom wet cutlery.
For a while, they washed in silence, and then Dom cleared his throat.
"Elijah-" Dom began, and Elijah jumped enough to drop the glass he'd been washing into the midst of the dark soapy sink. They both reached in to find the glass, but came in contact with each other first.
"Lij...I didn't know I was your first." Dom mumbled, their hands still touching under the water's surface.
"I know... I was too embarrassed to tell you, I guess...But I'm glad you were my first." Elijah's voice slightly cracked.
Dom gave Elijah's fingers a quick squeeze, then picked the glass out from the water and began to dry it. They each sidestepped closer to each other, and finished the rest of the washing in the most comfortable silence they'd ever shared.
I would love some feedback, kthxbai
x-posted to domlijah and fellow_shippers