A DomLijah Story
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Pursuit of Happiness
Chapter 1 Part 5
Viggo studied Orlando's shocked face. He wasn't all that surprised,
himself, but Orli was less worldly-wise than Viggo. He had a rather
naive belief in the goodness of life.
What Viggo believed in was karma; that Elijah deserved to be well
and that Dom deserved to have this pinnacle of happiness.
He remembered an incident Dom had told him of a while ago. Viggo
had come to visit him on a movie set, and they decided it was as
good a reason as any to get drunk. And a drunk Dom was a soppily
in love Dom. He had confided to Viggo about the moment when he
really fell in love.
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|Series: NC-17 or E|
RPS; slightly AU
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Dom couldn't sleep.
He turned this way and that way, telling his brain to slow down and leave him alone. But the picture of Elijah walking away with the waitress haunted him.
Had they had sex? Was it definitive then, that Elijah was not gay?
Well, not *exclusively* gay, he told himself as he rolled over yet again.
But again Elijah had seemed angry. His parting shot could have been a teasing one, but it wasn't. It was angry - frustrated with the three men who should have been his friends, who wanted to be his friends, but somehow couldn't make a connection.
And right now he was with that girl.
Or was he?
He focused on the clock - 3:24. Probably the girl had gone home by now. Unless she was the kind to stay all night. Was she in his bed right now? Curled up around him? Stroking his slender hip?
Stop it! I'm concerned for a mate. That's all. I wouldn't get into a set romance even if he were interested!
But slowly, as he lay there thinking/not thinking, he began to imagine he had an obligation to go check up on the boy. Make sure he was all right. He dismissed this as a ridiculous thing to do in the middle of the night, but before he had made up his mind one way or the other, he was up and throwing on a robe.
He left his room and crept down the hall, feeling stealthy, and knocked on Elijah's door. There was no answer. Of course. That's because he's asleep. With the girl. He was turning away when the door opened. Sandy stood there, fully dressed.
"Dom, right? What are you doing here?"
"I just ... well, I thought you'd be gone by now ..."
"Actually, I was just leaving."
"Aw, now, I don't mean to make you go ..."
"No. Really. I was just leaving. We were sitting on the couch and he fell asleep." She smiled charmingly, and went off down the corridor.
Now, Dom knew he should mind his own business and take himself back to his own room. But there he was standing in the open doorway, and it seemed only right to go on in.
Elijah was indeed sleeping on the couch. One leg was crooked up, the other hung over the arm, his compact body seeming ready to explode into action at any moment. But once Dom had glanced at the sleeping face, nothing else could claim his attention. The sweet bow of his mouth, the long lashes against pale cheeks, the wild hair curling against his forehead; the sweetness of that face gave Dom a sense of tenderness unlike anything he had ever experienced. He reached out to brush back a curl and caress the broad forehead - and Elijah sighed deeply, making Dom fear he would wake if he were touched. So he just stood for a very long time, staring down at that exquisite, amazing face.
Finally, though, he had to face that Elijah was fine, and that perhaps it would be better if he didn't know that Dom had come. Quietly, he returned to his own room. But as he did so, that other disturbing part of his brain reminded him - Elijah had not had sex with the girl.