If You Can't Stand the Heat VIII
Title: If You Can't Stand the Heat
Part(s): 8/?
Pairings: Monaboyd
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU
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Umm. I can’t feel my legs. Oh, who cares. It’s warm and dark and my limbs are heavy with sleep. Wait, perhaps that’s not the heaviness of sleep, maybe there’s something holding them down.
Ok, so I’ll open my eyes a teensy crack and see what’s what. Ah. I remember now.
Elijah is snuffling softly into my shoulder and I think that he may be drooling on my shirt. It’s ok; it’s still a nice way to wake up. I can’t feel my legs because Elijah is sprawled across me and wrapped around me, limpet-like. We must have shifted from our sitting position at some point during the night because we’re crossways and tangled on the sofa.
The dim light filtering through the blinds isn’t the bright light of morning but the soft glow of twilight and I’m content to drowse until I feel Elijah stirring.
“Dom? What? What are you doing here? Did you stay with me all night?”
“I guess so, silly. I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep all over you, like that.”
And then he’s up and stretching: t-shirt creeping, belly exposed, hair tousled. I can’t help but smile.
“You’re cute in the morning, you know?”
“Shut the fuck up, man. You’re weird.”
“And you have a filthy mouth for such an innocent, youngster. I should wash it out with soap, since your Mum isn’t here to do it for you.”
“Ha! I’ll bet I’ve seen and done more than you could ever dream of.”
He’s probably right. It’s all right there in his eyes, the knowledge he has of this world and its workings and it’s a shame that someone so young has seen so much.
Elijah is having coffee and I’m having tea when the chirp of my cell phone carries into the kitchen from the sitting room. Who the hell is calling me at this time of morning?
“Are you gonna get that or are you just going to sit there and look stupid? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure that whoever it is, is going to hang up any time now.”
“Oh! Yeah. Be right back.”
And it takes a few seconds to riffle through the pockets of my jacket and where the bloody hell is that phone? Ah, there it is.
“Hullo?”
“Dom?”
Shite! It’s Billy. He’s an early riser, isn’t he? Who’d have thought? And suddenly my palms are sweating and my stomach is doing some alarming aerials.
“Dom? Are you there? Hello?”
“Oh yeah! I’m, um, here. Billy?”
“Yeah s’me. I just thought that I’d call and make sure that you made it home intact. You know, just make sure everything was alright.”
“Sure, sure. Doing fine here. What about you? Manage to get Orlando home without him accosting any women?”
“He’s right friendly when he’s in his cups, you know? Yeah, we got him home and into bed. I ended up strolling about for a few hours. It was a lovely night for walking; too bad you weren’t there. The stars were beautiful.”
“DOM! Who is it?”
Oh God, why can’t he just keep his mouth shut for once?
“Dom? Are. Are you still with Elijah?”
Bugger. Think fast, Monaghan.
“Uh, yeah. I got him as far as his couch and he sort of crashed out on me. And, you were right. He tried to kiss me, but I think we’re sorted now.”
Ha!
“I told you. So, he’s all sorted? You think his crush is going to go away that easily? I don’t know.”
“I don’t think he had a crush on me, Bills. I think that he just wanted me for my fantastic body. He wanted to use me as his personal sex slave. His boy-toy.”
“Oh ho! A bit conceited, are we?”
“Oh, sod it. Look, he tried to kiss me and then we talked and then we passed out and now we’re fine. He’s sitting in his kitchen having a coffee, reading the paper and scratching his arse.”
“I see. Well, I’ll let you go then. See you at work tomorrow, yeah?”
Don’t go yet. Don’t go yet. Don’t go, don’t go.
“Yeah. Hey Bill? Thanks for calling, mate.”
“Sure thing, Dommie.”
The click of him ringing off hasn’t even registered yet. He just called me Dommie. No one calls me Dommie, leastwise the people who’d like to live to see another day. Still, it was kind of nice, wasn’t it? I’m his Dommie. Ok, Bill can call me Dommie, but no one else.
“Oh my fucking God and you say you aren’t in love with him.”
Elijah is standing right behind me and burning holes through my skull with his eyes, and how did he get so close without me noticing him? Creepy.
“Hey Lij, I think I’m going to head home and try to get some rest. Remember, not a word about this to anyone, especially not Billy. Do you understand me?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
His mouth says yes but his eyes bounce about the room, his gaze landing everywhere but my face.
He’s going to be difficult. I just know it.
Part(s): 8/?
Pairings: Monaboyd
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU
Disclaimers: I don't know them and I'm not affiliated with them.
Feedback: I love feedback of all kinds.
Umm. I can’t feel my legs. Oh, who cares. It’s warm and dark and my limbs are heavy with sleep. Wait, perhaps that’s not the heaviness of sleep, maybe there’s something holding them down.
Ok, so I’ll open my eyes a teensy crack and see what’s what. Ah. I remember now.
Elijah is snuffling softly into my shoulder and I think that he may be drooling on my shirt. It’s ok; it’s still a nice way to wake up. I can’t feel my legs because Elijah is sprawled across me and wrapped around me, limpet-like. We must have shifted from our sitting position at some point during the night because we’re crossways and tangled on the sofa.
The dim light filtering through the blinds isn’t the bright light of morning but the soft glow of twilight and I’m content to drowse until I feel Elijah stirring.
“Dom? What? What are you doing here? Did you stay with me all night?”
“I guess so, silly. I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep all over you, like that.”
And then he’s up and stretching: t-shirt creeping, belly exposed, hair tousled. I can’t help but smile.
“You’re cute in the morning, you know?”
“Shut the fuck up, man. You’re weird.”
“And you have a filthy mouth for such an innocent, youngster. I should wash it out with soap, since your Mum isn’t here to do it for you.”
“Ha! I’ll bet I’ve seen and done more than you could ever dream of.”
He’s probably right. It’s all right there in his eyes, the knowledge he has of this world and its workings and it’s a shame that someone so young has seen so much.
Elijah is having coffee and I’m having tea when the chirp of my cell phone carries into the kitchen from the sitting room. Who the hell is calling me at this time of morning?
“Are you gonna get that or are you just going to sit there and look stupid? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure that whoever it is, is going to hang up any time now.”
“Oh! Yeah. Be right back.”
And it takes a few seconds to riffle through the pockets of my jacket and where the bloody hell is that phone? Ah, there it is.
“Hullo?”
“Dom?”
Shite! It’s Billy. He’s an early riser, isn’t he? Who’d have thought? And suddenly my palms are sweating and my stomach is doing some alarming aerials.
“Dom? Are you there? Hello?”
“Oh yeah! I’m, um, here. Billy?”
“Yeah s’me. I just thought that I’d call and make sure that you made it home intact. You know, just make sure everything was alright.”
“Sure, sure. Doing fine here. What about you? Manage to get Orlando home without him accosting any women?”
“He’s right friendly when he’s in his cups, you know? Yeah, we got him home and into bed. I ended up strolling about for a few hours. It was a lovely night for walking; too bad you weren’t there. The stars were beautiful.”
“DOM! Who is it?”
Oh God, why can’t he just keep his mouth shut for once?
“Dom? Are. Are you still with Elijah?”
Bugger. Think fast, Monaghan.
“Uh, yeah. I got him as far as his couch and he sort of crashed out on me. And, you were right. He tried to kiss me, but I think we’re sorted now.”
Ha!
“I told you. So, he’s all sorted? You think his crush is going to go away that easily? I don’t know.”
“I don’t think he had a crush on me, Bills. I think that he just wanted me for my fantastic body. He wanted to use me as his personal sex slave. His boy-toy.”
“Oh ho! A bit conceited, are we?”
“Oh, sod it. Look, he tried to kiss me and then we talked and then we passed out and now we’re fine. He’s sitting in his kitchen having a coffee, reading the paper and scratching his arse.”
“I see. Well, I’ll let you go then. See you at work tomorrow, yeah?”
Don’t go yet. Don’t go yet. Don’t go, don’t go.
“Yeah. Hey Bill? Thanks for calling, mate.”
“Sure thing, Dommie.”
The click of him ringing off hasn’t even registered yet. He just called me Dommie. No one calls me Dommie, leastwise the people who’d like to live to see another day. Still, it was kind of nice, wasn’t it? I’m his Dommie. Ok, Bill can call me Dommie, but no one else.
“Oh my fucking God and you say you aren’t in love with him.”
Elijah is standing right behind me and burning holes through my skull with his eyes, and how did he get so close without me noticing him? Creepy.
“Hey Lij, I think I’m going to head home and try to get some rest. Remember, not a word about this to anyone, especially not Billy. Do you understand me?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
His mouth says yes but his eyes bounce about the room, his gaze landing everywhere but my face.
He’s going to be difficult. I just know it.