Blind (Domlijah) PG-13 (5/?)
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moit_ficsTitle: Blind - 5/?
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moit
Pairing: Domlijah
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
Warnings: Slash, violence
Summary: After a horrific accident, Elijah is blinded. Dom is left to pick up the pieces of their broken life.
Word Count: 1,637
Beta: The lovely and talented,honeyandvinegar
Previous Chapters here
When the plane touched down in Hawaii, Dom felt as though a huge weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. Despite the struggles they’d gone through, they made it. Beside him, Elijah was facing the window. Though he could not see the landscape, he could feel the sun on his face. Dom took his hand.
Elijah turned to him. He was smiling, one of the rare smiles since the accident. Debbie had been hell-bent on keeping Elijah in California, but his desire to go had been too strong.
They were taken to by company car to the beach house where they’d live for the duration of filming. If LOST was signed for an additional season, they might be there longer, but for now, they only predicted about six months.
They pulled into the driveway. Elijah got out of the car and stood shock still. “Dom.”
Dom rushed to his side, afraid something had happened. “Yeah? What’s wrong?”
“I can smell the ocean,” he said, taking a deep breath.
A smile smeared its way across Dom’s face unbidden.
“It doesn’t . . .” Elijah trailed off, searching for words. Dom could see the pure, unbridled pleasure on his face. “It’s nothing like LA. Everything smells so fresh. And the flowers . . .” he took another deep breath. “It’s so beautiful here.”
The driver handed over the keys to the house and left them alone to explore.
“I don’t have to be at the studio until Monday morning, so we’ve got all day tomorrow to play. Shall we see what we’re working with?”
Elijah grabbed his arm. “What does the outside of the house look like, Dom?”
In his haste to see the inside, Dom had almost forgotten that Elijah hadn’t seen the outside. Thankfully, he couldn’t see the look of embarrassment on his face, either.
“It’s, well, it’s got a white roof and light blue walls. The roof is sort of pitched so that it’s rather pointed at the top. And there’s a porch on the front—a screened-in porch, and that’s got a small triangular roof on it. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of nights sitting out there. Listening to the rain.”
“Sounds brilliant.”
“Are you ready to go in?”
“Yes.” Elijah unfolded his cane and tapped his way into the house behind Dom.
They meandered through the fully-furnished beach house together, Dom taking in everything visually, and Elijah feeling about the furniture with his hands. When they made a complete circuit, and came back to the living room, Dom just stood watching, appreciating the way Elijah got about without his sight.
Elijah turned around to face him, and Dom knew he’d been caught.
“You were watching me, weren’t you?” he said, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
“Your movements just seem so . . . natural. It’s hard to believe you’ve only been . . . like this for a bit now.”
Elijah tapped his way over to Dom and held out his hand, which Dom took. “Blind. You can say it. It’s my life now,” he said with a shrug. “I can either get used to it, or get angry. Quite frankly, the thought of being angry all the time doesn’t exactly appeal to me.” He placed a kiss on their linked fingers and then dropped Dom’s hand. “This house is beautiful, though, isn’t it?”
“No as beautiful as you,” Dom answered honestly.
Elijah pinned him with a sightless stare. “Dom . . .”
Dom responded by wrapping his arms around Elijah’s waist, drawing him closer. “We haven’t made love in over a month,” he whispered into Elijah’s ear.
“Thanks for the reminder,” Elijah replied dryly.
“Not a reminder. Just a . . . nudge.” Dom punctuated the last word by snaking his hand down to give Elijah’s soft cock a squeeze. It was gone before Elijah could respond.
“Dom,” Elijah groaned. “I’m really not in the mood.”
“Let me make you feel good. Please?” Dom placed a series of kisses along the line of Elijah’s neck. “Just let me try.”
A long silence, a sigh from Elijah, and finally, agreement. Dom took Elijah’s hand and led him back to the master bedroom.
It was furnished comfortably in shades of blue and yellow. Very calming, very beach-like. The windows were open to let in fresh Hawaiian air. They could hear the waves breaking on the surf outside.
Dom backed Elijah up until his legs hit the bed.
“How do you want to do this?” Elijah asked, licking his lips nervously. “Should I lay down, or . . .”
“Just go with it,” Dom said, sitting down on the bed. “I only want to do what you’re comfortable with—even if that just means laying here and holding you.”
“But you said—”
Dom blew a raspberry. “That was just a ploy to get you in here. Sit down with me.”
Elijah sat down, but his body language was stiff. Dom couldn’t tell if he was anxious or just attentive to the sounds around them.
“Do you remember the first time we met?”
The question caught Elijah off guard and Dom knew it; he wanted it that way.
“Yes,” Elijah drawled. How could he forget?
“I was the last of the Hobbits to arrive, because I’d come from France. I’d already met Bills and Orlando and everybody, and there you were, just standing in the back like you were nobody. And Pete said to me, ‘This is our Frodo, Elijah.’ And I hugged you . . . and I just knew right there that you were something special.”
“Romantic sod,” Elijah chided. With great precision, he scooted closer and laid his head on Dom’s shoulder. Dom’s arm came up, almost of its own accord, to wrap around Elijah’s shoulder. “Remember our first date?” Elijah didn’t wait for a response. “You wore that horrid orange shirt with the blue tie and took me to that seafood place before you knew how much I hated seafood.”
“Ahh, but I got my kiss that night, didn’t I?”
Elijah tilted his face towards Dom’s voice. “You did,” he whispered. Their lips met and it felt like their first kiss all over again. Elijah cupped Dom’s cheek to orient himself. Dom, on the other hand, was too afraid to muck up the intimacy they’d managed to rebuild, so he let Elijah take the reins. Elijah’s lips were soft and tentative.
Before they could get very far, Dom realised that Elijah’s sunglasses were digging into his face. But when he reached up to tug them off, Elijah pulled away. He hadn’t let Dom see his eyes since the accident. That required an (in Dom’s opinion) absurd ritual of trading his sunglasses for a sleeping mask. It seemed extreme, but Dom wasn’t going to complain so long as Elijah shared a bed with him.
“Can I take these off?” Dom whispered.
Elijah cupped Dom’s cheeks, rubbing his thumbs in the hollows at the corners of his eyes. “I’ll take them off if you promise to keep your eyes closed. And I’m warning you: if I catch you with your eyes open, I’ll get on a plane and go straight back to California.”
Dom had to resist the urge to raise his eyebrows in surprise, for he knew Elijah would feel the pull of the muscles in his face. “I promise.”
Elijah slid his thumbs over Dom’s eyes, encouraging him to close them. “Keep them closed.”
They were on the same playing field, now. Dom heard the plastic clack-clack of Elijah folding his sunglasses. He felt Elijah get up, heard him set his sunglasses on the dresser, and he was back.
Elijah cupped Dom’s cheek again, and leaned in for another kiss. This time, they met unhindered. Dom couldn’t help the moan that welled up in his throat. He took Elijah’s face in his long-fingered hands, opening the other man’s mouth with his tongue. His next urge was to lay them both down, but he held himself in check. Panting, he pulled away, eyes still closed.
“Elijah, I think we’d better—”
“Stop. Yeah,” Elijah agreed.
Dom could hear the tremor in his voice. He knew that Elijah was just as affected, but he wasn’t going to push the issue.
*
After they’d unpacked, Elijah insisted upon going down to the beach.
“We’ve got beach back in LA. Same ocean, even,” Dom complained, wanting to relax from their long flight.
“Yes, but we’ve got to share that beach with how many people? Come on, Dom, humour me.” Elijah was out the back door and halfway down the sand before Dom could say a word.
Dom put his sandals back on and walked to the ocean, where Elijah stood at its edge, sunglasses firmly placed back upon his nose. He’d insisted that Dom not open his eyes until they were back on, a request which Dom honoured dutifully.
“Do you know why I agreed to come here, Dom?”
“To get away from your mum and Hannah?”
Elijah smirked. “No. Because I knew this would be one of the few places I could actually see the world without seeing it. Do you hear that?”
Dom tilted his head. “Hear what?”
“Exactly. There’s no . . . people to mess this up. I can hear the waves, and smell the ocean. I can feel the sun on my face, and the sand beneath my feet. I don’t need my eyes to tell me what this looks like—I already know.”
Dom suddenly found himself so choked with emotion, he couldn’t speak. Sometimes Elijah was just too wise beyond his years. He didn’t seem to notice Dom’s silence, either. Perhaps he just thought Dom was letting him have his moment. But whatever he thought, he was happy to be just where he was.
Author:
moitPairing: Domlijah
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
Warnings: Slash, violence
Summary: After a horrific accident, Elijah is blinded. Dom is left to pick up the pieces of their broken life.
Word Count: 1,637
Beta: The lovely and talented,
honeyandvinegarPrevious Chapters here
When the plane touched down in Hawaii, Dom felt as though a huge weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. Despite the struggles they’d gone through, they made it. Beside him, Elijah was facing the window. Though he could not see the landscape, he could feel the sun on his face. Dom took his hand.
Elijah turned to him. He was smiling, one of the rare smiles since the accident. Debbie had been hell-bent on keeping Elijah in California, but his desire to go had been too strong.
They were taken to by company car to the beach house where they’d live for the duration of filming. If LOST was signed for an additional season, they might be there longer, but for now, they only predicted about six months.
They pulled into the driveway. Elijah got out of the car and stood shock still. “Dom.”
Dom rushed to his side, afraid something had happened. “Yeah? What’s wrong?”
“I can smell the ocean,” he said, taking a deep breath.
A smile smeared its way across Dom’s face unbidden.
“It doesn’t . . .” Elijah trailed off, searching for words. Dom could see the pure, unbridled pleasure on his face. “It’s nothing like LA. Everything smells so fresh. And the flowers . . .” he took another deep breath. “It’s so beautiful here.”
The driver handed over the keys to the house and left them alone to explore.
“I don’t have to be at the studio until Monday morning, so we’ve got all day tomorrow to play. Shall we see what we’re working with?”
Elijah grabbed his arm. “What does the outside of the house look like, Dom?”
In his haste to see the inside, Dom had almost forgotten that Elijah hadn’t seen the outside. Thankfully, he couldn’t see the look of embarrassment on his face, either.
“It’s, well, it’s got a white roof and light blue walls. The roof is sort of pitched so that it’s rather pointed at the top. And there’s a porch on the front—a screened-in porch, and that’s got a small triangular roof on it. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of nights sitting out there. Listening to the rain.”
“Sounds brilliant.”
“Are you ready to go in?”
“Yes.” Elijah unfolded his cane and tapped his way into the house behind Dom.
They meandered through the fully-furnished beach house together, Dom taking in everything visually, and Elijah feeling about the furniture with his hands. When they made a complete circuit, and came back to the living room, Dom just stood watching, appreciating the way Elijah got about without his sight.
Elijah turned around to face him, and Dom knew he’d been caught.
“You were watching me, weren’t you?” he said, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
“Your movements just seem so . . . natural. It’s hard to believe you’ve only been . . . like this for a bit now.”
Elijah tapped his way over to Dom and held out his hand, which Dom took. “Blind. You can say it. It’s my life now,” he said with a shrug. “I can either get used to it, or get angry. Quite frankly, the thought of being angry all the time doesn’t exactly appeal to me.” He placed a kiss on their linked fingers and then dropped Dom’s hand. “This house is beautiful, though, isn’t it?”
“No as beautiful as you,” Dom answered honestly.
Elijah pinned him with a sightless stare. “Dom . . .”
Dom responded by wrapping his arms around Elijah’s waist, drawing him closer. “We haven’t made love in over a month,” he whispered into Elijah’s ear.
“Thanks for the reminder,” Elijah replied dryly.
“Not a reminder. Just a . . . nudge.” Dom punctuated the last word by snaking his hand down to give Elijah’s soft cock a squeeze. It was gone before Elijah could respond.
“Dom,” Elijah groaned. “I’m really not in the mood.”
“Let me make you feel good. Please?” Dom placed a series of kisses along the line of Elijah’s neck. “Just let me try.”
A long silence, a sigh from Elijah, and finally, agreement. Dom took Elijah’s hand and led him back to the master bedroom.
It was furnished comfortably in shades of blue and yellow. Very calming, very beach-like. The windows were open to let in fresh Hawaiian air. They could hear the waves breaking on the surf outside.
Dom backed Elijah up until his legs hit the bed.
“How do you want to do this?” Elijah asked, licking his lips nervously. “Should I lay down, or . . .”
“Just go with it,” Dom said, sitting down on the bed. “I only want to do what you’re comfortable with—even if that just means laying here and holding you.”
“But you said—”
Dom blew a raspberry. “That was just a ploy to get you in here. Sit down with me.”
Elijah sat down, but his body language was stiff. Dom couldn’t tell if he was anxious or just attentive to the sounds around them.
“Do you remember the first time we met?”
The question caught Elijah off guard and Dom knew it; he wanted it that way.
“Yes,” Elijah drawled. How could he forget?
“I was the last of the Hobbits to arrive, because I’d come from France. I’d already met Bills and Orlando and everybody, and there you were, just standing in the back like you were nobody. And Pete said to me, ‘This is our Frodo, Elijah.’ And I hugged you . . . and I just knew right there that you were something special.”
“Romantic sod,” Elijah chided. With great precision, he scooted closer and laid his head on Dom’s shoulder. Dom’s arm came up, almost of its own accord, to wrap around Elijah’s shoulder. “Remember our first date?” Elijah didn’t wait for a response. “You wore that horrid orange shirt with the blue tie and took me to that seafood place before you knew how much I hated seafood.”
“Ahh, but I got my kiss that night, didn’t I?”
Elijah tilted his face towards Dom’s voice. “You did,” he whispered. Their lips met and it felt like their first kiss all over again. Elijah cupped Dom’s cheek to orient himself. Dom, on the other hand, was too afraid to muck up the intimacy they’d managed to rebuild, so he let Elijah take the reins. Elijah’s lips were soft and tentative.
Before they could get very far, Dom realised that Elijah’s sunglasses were digging into his face. But when he reached up to tug them off, Elijah pulled away. He hadn’t let Dom see his eyes since the accident. That required an (in Dom’s opinion) absurd ritual of trading his sunglasses for a sleeping mask. It seemed extreme, but Dom wasn’t going to complain so long as Elijah shared a bed with him.
“Can I take these off?” Dom whispered.
Elijah cupped Dom’s cheeks, rubbing his thumbs in the hollows at the corners of his eyes. “I’ll take them off if you promise to keep your eyes closed. And I’m warning you: if I catch you with your eyes open, I’ll get on a plane and go straight back to California.”
Dom had to resist the urge to raise his eyebrows in surprise, for he knew Elijah would feel the pull of the muscles in his face. “I promise.”
Elijah slid his thumbs over Dom’s eyes, encouraging him to close them. “Keep them closed.”
They were on the same playing field, now. Dom heard the plastic clack-clack of Elijah folding his sunglasses. He felt Elijah get up, heard him set his sunglasses on the dresser, and he was back.
Elijah cupped Dom’s cheek again, and leaned in for another kiss. This time, they met unhindered. Dom couldn’t help the moan that welled up in his throat. He took Elijah’s face in his long-fingered hands, opening the other man’s mouth with his tongue. His next urge was to lay them both down, but he held himself in check. Panting, he pulled away, eyes still closed.
“Elijah, I think we’d better—”
“Stop. Yeah,” Elijah agreed.
Dom could hear the tremor in his voice. He knew that Elijah was just as affected, but he wasn’t going to push the issue.
*
After they’d unpacked, Elijah insisted upon going down to the beach.
“We’ve got beach back in LA. Same ocean, even,” Dom complained, wanting to relax from their long flight.
“Yes, but we’ve got to share that beach with how many people? Come on, Dom, humour me.” Elijah was out the back door and halfway down the sand before Dom could say a word.
Dom put his sandals back on and walked to the ocean, where Elijah stood at its edge, sunglasses firmly placed back upon his nose. He’d insisted that Dom not open his eyes until they were back on, a request which Dom honoured dutifully.
“Do you know why I agreed to come here, Dom?”
“To get away from your mum and Hannah?”
Elijah smirked. “No. Because I knew this would be one of the few places I could actually see the world without seeing it. Do you hear that?”
Dom tilted his head. “Hear what?”
“Exactly. There’s no . . . people to mess this up. I can hear the waves, and smell the ocean. I can feel the sun on my face, and the sand beneath my feet. I don’t need my eyes to tell me what this looks like—I already know.”
Dom suddenly found himself so choked with emotion, he couldn’t speak. Sometimes Elijah was just too wise beyond his years. He didn’t seem to notice Dom’s silence, either. Perhaps he just thought Dom was letting him have his moment. But whatever he thought, he was happy to be just where he was.
