Part 3 @ 3am :D
Title: In Bloom (3/?)
Author: Christina
Series Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 (this chapter NC-17 as well)
Pairing: Lij/the Band.
Summary: An AU fic. Lij is a fan and Dom, Billy and Orlando are all part of the band. Will Lij be their Yoko Ono?
Disclaimer: Well that just wouldn’t be any fun, would it?
Author’s Notes: Title from Nirvana. Warnings to domslover for the Domlijah. I love u baby!
Dominic comes out a few minutes later. He’s alone so Elijah guesses Billy is asleep. He’s naked and half hard already. Elijah wants to lean forward and…but considering where his dick has just been. He second thoughts it.
“Bills fell asleep already.” Dominic confirms Elijah’s suspicion. “He’s old.” He also adds. He doesn’t say it in a mean voice. Elijah guesses Dominic really loves Billy. He’s already getting the just of this triangle thing. Billy is Dominic’s boyfriend that will do whatever he says. Orlando is the wild card that doesn’t listen as closely, and for some reason that appeals to Dominic. So where does that leave Elijah? Is he the one fuck they have in every city. Someone to keep the third occupied when two of them are otherwise busy? After the performance he just saw, he knows that can’t be true.
“So what are you guys doing out here freezing?” Dominic looks from each guy to the other and back again as if judging their reaction to him being here. Elijah wonders if he thinks he’s interrupted something.
Suddenly Orlando is not so much into sitting out on the balcony drinking his JD. He gets up with a sway and clutches his bottle. “Sod off.” He spits out before going back inside. Elijah thinks he should get up too. But when he stands he just stays in that one spot. He knows Dominic is going to come to him.
With almost catlike movements--or what Elijah think are catlike movements since he’s high and still miles from sober--Dominic invades his personal space. At least that’s what it feels like to Elijah. They’re both naked on a balcony that maybe someone could see up into. The paparazzi are probably waiting to get a shot of something dirty going on in the guys’ hotel room. And all Dominic does is turn Elijah around so they are standing back to chest. Despite the coolness in the air, Dominic is fully up and Elijah is following right behind.
Dominic kisses Elijah’s ear. Damn. He thinks its strange that for the third time in the same night, he’s standing in position in front of a band member but he knows there’ll be no turning around now. And now he hopes he gets what he came here for. But he actually realizes he has. He knows they’re gay, he has a story to tell his friends--soon to become fans--over at the forums. What he knows he wants now, though, is to be filled and fucked hard by Dominic Monaghan. It’s going to make a great story. But even more, it’s going to make an amazing reality.
“Who was it? Who had you?” Dominic whispers the question smoothly, evenly into Elijah’s sensitive ear. Elijah is reminded of his short sex life. His first ever girlfriend Hannah who was also his first fuck. A guy named Jeremy he barely knew from a party once. Yeah that was his first time receiving. None too pleasant. And Sean. Fuck, Sean made him realize what being gay was all about. He helped him to understand what was so great about the sex. Too bad Sean had to be married and his media prof. It still pisses Elijah off to think about how that had all ended.
“No one important.” Is his reply. He wants to forget everything but tonight. The light headed feeling of the pot is receding into need. He needs to feel connected to Dominic. He can feel that cock there so close to his ass and slipping closer. How much more connected can they get? Well he knows how much more. “Did you bring out the….”
Dominic flashes him the tube he has in his hand. Did he have it there the whole time since he came out? No wonder Orlando had left in a hurry. Orlando for once had obeyed Dominic. Elijah wonders what that means. If it means anything.
He feels his legs being nudged apart and he reaches for the railing of the balcony. He tries to close his eyes but the world spins, so he decides he’s not going to do that again. He can see the lights of the city and cars passing. Looking down at that angle is making him feel like jumping off and the feeling recedes as cool fingers trail over his ass between his cheeks and finally, at last, pressing inside. He remembers the feeling and knows what it leads to. Now he wants more.
The blur of lights and drive of those fucking long fingers stabbing inside threaten to overload his senses. Everything seems so close and far away at the same time. He thinks he hears Dominic’s voice but he can’t be sure. And he shudders as he notices Dominic’s fingers aren’t inside him anymore but there’s a thrust of something bigger--hotter. Fuck so hot. He feels the wetness of Dominic’s tongue on his skin just below his hairline. Dominic is also one noisy mother-fucker.
He knows then that he’s coming down and he rides it out with every thrust of Dominic’s dick. His shivers are coming from both. And Dominic does the mandatory wrap-around as he’s already cuming in Elijah’s hole with a string of similar words Elijah heard before. Elijah joins him in a few seconds and thinks nothing of blowing his load through the railing to maybe land on some unsuspecting person. Maybe even on the photographers themselves. He leans into Dominic’s hand and then into the railing. He realizes only when he stops breathing so heavily that the railing has been cutting into his ribs and that Dominic has pulled out and is heading toward the sliding door.
He’s the one who likes all our pretty song and he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun but he knows not what it means….
Dominic sings quietly and trails off. “It’s a Nirvana song. ‘In Bloom’. I’ve never told anyone that.” He smiles softly. “I think it suits you.”
Elijah’s not quite sure what to say about that. He’s even more baffled by the next words out of Dominic’s mouth.
“Come with us?” And it looks like Dominic is actually pleading with him. He wonders for a brief second what makes him so special before nodding. This is what he’s been waiting for. Why does he feel so strange about it. Maybe it’s the intense look in Dominic’s eyes. He doesn’t remember even seeing one picture where he looks like that. He watches as Dominic turns and goes inside to the bedroom he is apparently sharing with Billy, leaving Elijah out there to fend for himself. What is he supposed to do besides crawl into bed with Orlando who welcomes him with a swing of his arm and a snort into his neck.
***
He wakes up too early. The guys are all up and wearing sunglasses and have big cups of coffee in their hands. They let him sleep in, which isn’t much of sleeping in. It’s only 6:30 in the morning. He knows, though, that if they are awake he should be getting ready as well. He left his one shirt and jacket on the bus. What he wouldn’t do for a smoke right now, he thinks, but he’ll have to settle for a cup of coffee.
“We’ll sleep again in the bus.” Dominic informs him. “I called a taxi to come get you.” And Elijah thinks maybe what Dominic asked the night before was all bullshit. Did he really ask Elijah to come with them?
“Do you want someone to come with? Do you have a lot of shite?” Orlando asks. Oh. That answers that question. Elijah shrugs. He doesn’t want to look too needy already. He’s already wondering what his job with the band is going to be. Will he be part of the band? A roadie? Their personal love slave? He likes that last one. But that would get pretty boring after a while.
In the end Elijah lets Orlando come with. He thinks he’s going to be spending some time with the guy. Since it looks like Dominic and Billy are really the dominant couple and Orlando is sometimes the third wheel. Or maybe that’s what Elijah wants it to be. He knows he could really get to like Orlando, possibly the most. The driver doesn’t recognize the drummer. He lives under a rock, Elijah supposes. Who doesn’t know about In Bloom? Oh right. People that lived under rocks.
His parents are both home but sound asleep when they come in. He thinks it’s better that way. He’ll leave a note. Dear Mom and Dad. I’m dropping out of college and quitting my job to run off with a band to have lots and lots of gay-boy sex till I catch something and die. Burn in Hell, Elijah.
It’s kind of embarrassing to have Orlando in his room. It’s bad enough that he looks like an Orlando clone. But worse, he has posters and pictures of them all over the walls. It would be even more embarrassing if they were his only posters. ‘Cool’, is Orlando’s response as he checks out a big poster of System Of A Down. Elijah packs quickly. The only big thing he’s taking is his laptop and he shoves as many clothes as he can in a big black garbage bag. He wants to call his job and school just to tell him he’s leaving. He couldn’t give a shit about his parents, but he thinks his boss and the school should at least get a heads up.
He finally decides to just leave a note with his parents. He tells them he’s going on a road trip and is not sure when he’ll be back. They’ll be pissed. They’ll probably even rent his room out to someone else. That’s if they ever go into his room and see the note there on his bed.
He grabs his laptop under one arm and his garbage bag in the other. Good bye to this fucking hell-hole, he thinks. And good fucking riddance. The cab drives them back to the hotel and soon they’re on the bus, his garbage bag in one of the cabinets. He doesn’t look back. His future isn’t here anymore. It’s somewhere else and he’s eager to find out what it is.
Author: Christina
Series Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 (this chapter NC-17 as well)
Pairing: Lij/the Band.
Summary: An AU fic. Lij is a fan and Dom, Billy and Orlando are all part of the band. Will Lij be their Yoko Ono?
Disclaimer: Well that just wouldn’t be any fun, would it?
Author’s Notes: Title from Nirvana. Warnings to domslover for the Domlijah. I love u baby!
Dominic comes out a few minutes later. He’s alone so Elijah guesses Billy is asleep. He’s naked and half hard already. Elijah wants to lean forward and…but considering where his dick has just been. He second thoughts it.
“Bills fell asleep already.” Dominic confirms Elijah’s suspicion. “He’s old.” He also adds. He doesn’t say it in a mean voice. Elijah guesses Dominic really loves Billy. He’s already getting the just of this triangle thing. Billy is Dominic’s boyfriend that will do whatever he says. Orlando is the wild card that doesn’t listen as closely, and for some reason that appeals to Dominic. So where does that leave Elijah? Is he the one fuck they have in every city. Someone to keep the third occupied when two of them are otherwise busy? After the performance he just saw, he knows that can’t be true.
“So what are you guys doing out here freezing?” Dominic looks from each guy to the other and back again as if judging their reaction to him being here. Elijah wonders if he thinks he’s interrupted something.
Suddenly Orlando is not so much into sitting out on the balcony drinking his JD. He gets up with a sway and clutches his bottle. “Sod off.” He spits out before going back inside. Elijah thinks he should get up too. But when he stands he just stays in that one spot. He knows Dominic is going to come to him.
With almost catlike movements--or what Elijah think are catlike movements since he’s high and still miles from sober--Dominic invades his personal space. At least that’s what it feels like to Elijah. They’re both naked on a balcony that maybe someone could see up into. The paparazzi are probably waiting to get a shot of something dirty going on in the guys’ hotel room. And all Dominic does is turn Elijah around so they are standing back to chest. Despite the coolness in the air, Dominic is fully up and Elijah is following right behind.
Dominic kisses Elijah’s ear. Damn. He thinks its strange that for the third time in the same night, he’s standing in position in front of a band member but he knows there’ll be no turning around now. And now he hopes he gets what he came here for. But he actually realizes he has. He knows they’re gay, he has a story to tell his friends--soon to become fans--over at the forums. What he knows he wants now, though, is to be filled and fucked hard by Dominic Monaghan. It’s going to make a great story. But even more, it’s going to make an amazing reality.
“Who was it? Who had you?” Dominic whispers the question smoothly, evenly into Elijah’s sensitive ear. Elijah is reminded of his short sex life. His first ever girlfriend Hannah who was also his first fuck. A guy named Jeremy he barely knew from a party once. Yeah that was his first time receiving. None too pleasant. And Sean. Fuck, Sean made him realize what being gay was all about. He helped him to understand what was so great about the sex. Too bad Sean had to be married and his media prof. It still pisses Elijah off to think about how that had all ended.
“No one important.” Is his reply. He wants to forget everything but tonight. The light headed feeling of the pot is receding into need. He needs to feel connected to Dominic. He can feel that cock there so close to his ass and slipping closer. How much more connected can they get? Well he knows how much more. “Did you bring out the….”
Dominic flashes him the tube he has in his hand. Did he have it there the whole time since he came out? No wonder Orlando had left in a hurry. Orlando for once had obeyed Dominic. Elijah wonders what that means. If it means anything.
He feels his legs being nudged apart and he reaches for the railing of the balcony. He tries to close his eyes but the world spins, so he decides he’s not going to do that again. He can see the lights of the city and cars passing. Looking down at that angle is making him feel like jumping off and the feeling recedes as cool fingers trail over his ass between his cheeks and finally, at last, pressing inside. He remembers the feeling and knows what it leads to. Now he wants more.
The blur of lights and drive of those fucking long fingers stabbing inside threaten to overload his senses. Everything seems so close and far away at the same time. He thinks he hears Dominic’s voice but he can’t be sure. And he shudders as he notices Dominic’s fingers aren’t inside him anymore but there’s a thrust of something bigger--hotter. Fuck so hot. He feels the wetness of Dominic’s tongue on his skin just below his hairline. Dominic is also one noisy mother-fucker.
He knows then that he’s coming down and he rides it out with every thrust of Dominic’s dick. His shivers are coming from both. And Dominic does the mandatory wrap-around as he’s already cuming in Elijah’s hole with a string of similar words Elijah heard before. Elijah joins him in a few seconds and thinks nothing of blowing his load through the railing to maybe land on some unsuspecting person. Maybe even on the photographers themselves. He leans into Dominic’s hand and then into the railing. He realizes only when he stops breathing so heavily that the railing has been cutting into his ribs and that Dominic has pulled out and is heading toward the sliding door.
He’s the one who likes all our pretty song and he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun but he knows not what it means….
Dominic sings quietly and trails off. “It’s a Nirvana song. ‘In Bloom’. I’ve never told anyone that.” He smiles softly. “I think it suits you.”
Elijah’s not quite sure what to say about that. He’s even more baffled by the next words out of Dominic’s mouth.
“Come with us?” And it looks like Dominic is actually pleading with him. He wonders for a brief second what makes him so special before nodding. This is what he’s been waiting for. Why does he feel so strange about it. Maybe it’s the intense look in Dominic’s eyes. He doesn’t remember even seeing one picture where he looks like that. He watches as Dominic turns and goes inside to the bedroom he is apparently sharing with Billy, leaving Elijah out there to fend for himself. What is he supposed to do besides crawl into bed with Orlando who welcomes him with a swing of his arm and a snort into his neck.
***
He wakes up too early. The guys are all up and wearing sunglasses and have big cups of coffee in their hands. They let him sleep in, which isn’t much of sleeping in. It’s only 6:30 in the morning. He knows, though, that if they are awake he should be getting ready as well. He left his one shirt and jacket on the bus. What he wouldn’t do for a smoke right now, he thinks, but he’ll have to settle for a cup of coffee.
“We’ll sleep again in the bus.” Dominic informs him. “I called a taxi to come get you.” And Elijah thinks maybe what Dominic asked the night before was all bullshit. Did he really ask Elijah to come with them?
“Do you want someone to come with? Do you have a lot of shite?” Orlando asks. Oh. That answers that question. Elijah shrugs. He doesn’t want to look too needy already. He’s already wondering what his job with the band is going to be. Will he be part of the band? A roadie? Their personal love slave? He likes that last one. But that would get pretty boring after a while.
In the end Elijah lets Orlando come with. He thinks he’s going to be spending some time with the guy. Since it looks like Dominic and Billy are really the dominant couple and Orlando is sometimes the third wheel. Or maybe that’s what Elijah wants it to be. He knows he could really get to like Orlando, possibly the most. The driver doesn’t recognize the drummer. He lives under a rock, Elijah supposes. Who doesn’t know about In Bloom? Oh right. People that lived under rocks.
His parents are both home but sound asleep when they come in. He thinks it’s better that way. He’ll leave a note. Dear Mom and Dad. I’m dropping out of college and quitting my job to run off with a band to have lots and lots of gay-boy sex till I catch something and die. Burn in Hell, Elijah.
It’s kind of embarrassing to have Orlando in his room. It’s bad enough that he looks like an Orlando clone. But worse, he has posters and pictures of them all over the walls. It would be even more embarrassing if they were his only posters. ‘Cool’, is Orlando’s response as he checks out a big poster of System Of A Down. Elijah packs quickly. The only big thing he’s taking is his laptop and he shoves as many clothes as he can in a big black garbage bag. He wants to call his job and school just to tell him he’s leaving. He couldn’t give a shit about his parents, but he thinks his boss and the school should at least get a heads up.
He finally decides to just leave a note with his parents. He tells them he’s going on a road trip and is not sure when he’ll be back. They’ll be pissed. They’ll probably even rent his room out to someone else. That’s if they ever go into his room and see the note there on his bed.
He grabs his laptop under one arm and his garbage bag in the other. Good bye to this fucking hell-hole, he thinks. And good fucking riddance. The cab drives them back to the hotel and soon they’re on the bus, his garbage bag in one of the cabinets. He doesn’t look back. His future isn’t here anymore. It’s somewhere else and he’s eager to find out what it is.