A DomLijah Story
- Disclaimer: This is fiction. And not intended even to be wise. While most of these characters may be based on real people, I don’t personally know them. I made it all up out of my perverted little head. No, I don’t make any money at this.
- Archive: No thank you.
- Feedback: Please feed me. Praise is lovely. Constructive criticism is valued.
- Contains opinions, assumptions and situations that some might find offensive.
- This is a work in progress; however it is about half written and I am actively working on it. Feedback does stimulate me to greater effort.
- Please note that while most of this story is basically happy with just enough angst to make it interesting, there will be parts of it that some people will not want to read. I will post appropriate warnings of those chapters.
I have made every effort to present the background of this story in accordance with known details about filming, and in accordance with the rumors which I personally consider reliable. This should not be taken to mean that anything in this story is accurate or true.
Pursuit of Happiness
Chapter 1 Part 4
Sean's first thought when Elijah fled the room was to
wonder whether it was his fault. Then maybe that it
was Dom's fault. He knew what had happened, had
even discussed it with Elijah, knew of Elijah's
emotional scars. But he was so used to an Elijah who
bounced back, who stood up for himself, who examined
his fears and faced them down.
He remembered the first time he had seen Elijah afraid
and defiant, self-conscious but determined.
|    Rated: |
|Series: NC-17 or E|
RPS; slightly AU
For warnings, click here
Elijah had spent two days wrapped in misery. He was fine in Sean's good company, safe in the familiarity of Sean's friendship. In the workshops, training with swords and boats, he tried to be quiet and unobtrusive. It was hard on his ebullient personality, and sometimes his natural good nature shone through. But unfailingly as soon as his good humor asserted itself, Billy or Dom shot him down. They would call him 'Doodle', or make fun of his accent or his eyes. When alone, he remembered meeting Dom in Costume, the way the other man's eyes shone, the wide and sincere smile. What did he do wrong to change that? He couldn't imagine that he had done anything. Surely Billy must have said something which put Dom off. But what? Why would Billy deliberately sabotage relationships on set?
He wouldn't. He may not have had much experience with movies, but he was a professional actor, with a lot of credits to his name. In order to be set against Elijah, he must sincerely believe that Elijah wasn't right for the part. Why? Not being English? Peter had originally intended to cast only English actors. Did Billy resent that the central role had gone to an American? This emphasis on Yankee Doodle seemed to indicate there may be something to that.
But more often Billy's barbs seemed more personal. Comments on his sexual prowess, which he was admittedly lacking. Pointed jokes about girls. And drinking. Referring to him as a 'boy' or a 'lad'.
It looked like Billy was primarily afraid that Elijah was just too young for such a pivotal position. How could he change that? He couldn't help that at 18 he couldn't grow a beard, that his face looked immature. If he could show them his manhood, would that fix the relationship?
So it was with an air of rebellion that he found Sandy on Thursday night. Sandy was ready for him, and smiled sweetly in greeting. But the date did not go unwitnessed. Dom, Billy, and Orlando were finishing off their dinner when he arrived. He smiled at them, because he believed in smiling at people, and he was not going to let them change that. Then he put a possessive arm around Sandy and marched her off, barely aware of how she melted into him.
It was a good movie. Sandy laughed in the right places. When it turned emotional, when the tears coursed down his cheeks as they always did, Sandy touched them wonderingly. "You're so sweet," she said. Then she kissed a tear. Then she kissed his lips.
It was pleasant to be understood in that moment; feeling romantic and tender from the movie, he found her empathy to be very welcome. And he kissed her back with deep sincerity. Hand in hand, he walked her back to the restaurant, meaning to round out the evening with some dancing and perhaps a drink or two. Drinking was something else he lacked, that the others interpreted as immaturity.
The bar was quite full, though not crowded. Elijah asked what Sandy would like to drink and got the same for himself. She was a willing dance partner, and he lost himself in the music and movement, accepting more kisses from her. When she was tired, they rested at a table and had more beer. And made out. And danced some more. It was a most satisfactory date. He was hopped up on the attention, the music, the drink. He didn't notice that the bar was clearing out until he glanced up from Sandy's lap where he had laid his head for just a moment, and found the three familiar but not welcome faces staring down at him.
"Boy's a bit soused," Billy commented.
"Plastered," Dom concurred.
"And hard," Orlando pointed out.
"Somebody's getting lucky tonight," Dom opined.
Elijah's anger stirred. "Let's go someplace private," he snapped. He stood abruptly, nearly falling over again with a wave of dizziness, but Sandy held him up, and they wavered off together toward his hotel. His head cleared a little in the air, and he felt euphoric.
I showed them! They saw me drinking and making out. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do with her now, though. He knew that he would be expected to have sex. That, in fact, he would be grilled about it in the morning. But he wasn't sure he wanted to. He had had drunken sex once before. He had been plied with drink and seduced. And he had enjoyed it. Very much. He had never let go of that experience. And he was still consumed with guilt over it.
Just a little over a year ago; he had gone off with Josh. His mother had allowed it, believing him safe. And Josh had touched him, laid a hand against his cheek in a way that was more than just a friendly gesture. And Elijah had wanted to touch him back. Tentatively, he had touched Josh's cheek, traced the jawline, and his lips.
Josh had kissed him, and it was all over.
And he wondered sometimes whether he was damned.
He wondered often whether he was damned.
His memory of it was dream-like. Josh's warm, hard body, the firm swelling of Josh's penis, his incredulity in actually being allowed to touch it. And Josh's decisive grip on himself, his resolute guidance of Elijah's will. The idea of being claimed by Josh made him weak with desire.
He had read somewhere that most boys have some sort of homosexual encounter. That it means nothing. But it had meant something to Elijah. He had wanted something more out of the encounter, though he wasn't sure what. To be closer, in some way, to come while Josh touched him. To feel Josh's arm around him, pulling him closer ... He had tried to finagle another rendezvous, but never found a time when they could be alone together. For months he had dreamed of it, jacked off to the memory. Only when he had another movie, another project, another challenge, had he been able to pull himself out of the obsession.
Now he had a girl in his room. A girl who had taken off her blouse. She kissed him again, and pulled him down on the love seat. Sensing his reluctance, she turned on the TV, then settled down with his head in her lap. He played with the softness of her breast and before long she removed her bra. He lay his head against her, and fell asleep.