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moit_ficsTitle: Glitz and Glitter
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Pairing: Domlijah, Ke$ha
Fandom: LotRiPS
Rating: R
Genre: Comedy
Warnings: phone sex
Summary: On the set of Jimmy Kimmel, Dom meets Ke$ha for the first time.
Word Count: 445
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mmom #10
In the green room of Jimmy Kimmel Live!, the producers introduced Dominic Monaghan to Ke$ha. Dom was on the show to sing a song about turkeys, but Ke$ha was the proper musical guest. Dom had only ever heard her music on the radio. To him, it sounded like the same bubblegum Britney Spears was peddling several years earlier.
In person, Ke$ha’s blue lipstick and over-abundance of glitter were even more off-putting. Dom surreptitiously wiped his palm on the leg of his trousers after shaking her hand. Thankfully, Ke$ha was too busy babbling about her exploits the previous night to notice.
Dom only stayed long enough to hear the first few bars of “We R Who We R.” The song sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
When he got home, he lay down on the couch and rang Elijah. His boyfriend was gone for several days doing interviews and such.
“How was Jimmy Kimmel?”
“I met the one and only Ke$ha.”
Elijah oohed. “Did she rock your world?”
“If you consider utterly revolting rocking my world, then yes.”
Elijah’s laugh sounded like music to Dom’s tortured ears.
“Let’s not talk about Ke$ha. Are you alone?”
Elijah hummed. “What do you have in mind, Mr. Monaghan?”
“Well . . .” Dom reached down and unbuttoned his trousers. “Since I can’t have the real thing, I was hoping for a mutual wank.”
“I’m listening.”
This time it was Dom’s turn to laugh. “No, that meant I want you to talk me into an orgasm.”
“Can’t we do both?” Elijah paused. “What are you wearing?”
“The remainder of the suit I wore on Jimmy’s show: trousers and a shirt. How about you?”
“Jeans and a t-shirt. I just kicked off my hi-tops. Is your hand on your cock?”
Fuck, he’s good at this.
“Yeah.” Dom licked his lips. “Is yours?”
“Is my hand on my cock? Oh, yeah. I’m imaging it’s your mouth.”
“Yeah? What’s my mouth doing?”
“Mmm . . . you’re swirling your tongue around the head of my cock. What about you? What are you imaging?”
“I’m . . .” Dom sighed. He pulled his hand out of his trousers. “This isn’t working.”
“What? Why not?”
“I just . . .” Dom suddenly spied a it of glitter on his thumb. “Oh, fuck.”
“What?” Elijah’s voice started to sound panicked.
“I was trying to wank with my Ke$ha hand.”
Elijah’s laughter was even louder this time.
“It’s not funny!” Dom tried futilely to wipe the glitter off his skin. “Look, I’ve got to go. This isn’t going to work.”
“Call me after you’ve fumigated yourself,” Elijah said with a laugh.
Dom ended the call.
Fucking Ke$ha.
Author:
moitPairing: Domlijah, Ke$ha
Fandom: LotRiPS
Rating: R
Genre: Comedy
Warnings: phone sex
Summary: On the set of Jimmy Kimmel, Dom meets Ke$ha for the first time.
Word Count: 445
Challenge:
mmom #10In the green room of Jimmy Kimmel Live!, the producers introduced Dominic Monaghan to Ke$ha. Dom was on the show to sing a song about turkeys, but Ke$ha was the proper musical guest. Dom had only ever heard her music on the radio. To him, it sounded like the same bubblegum Britney Spears was peddling several years earlier.
In person, Ke$ha’s blue lipstick and over-abundance of glitter were even more off-putting. Dom surreptitiously wiped his palm on the leg of his trousers after shaking her hand. Thankfully, Ke$ha was too busy babbling about her exploits the previous night to notice.
Dom only stayed long enough to hear the first few bars of “We R Who We R.” The song sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
When he got home, he lay down on the couch and rang Elijah. His boyfriend was gone for several days doing interviews and such.
“How was Jimmy Kimmel?”
“I met the one and only Ke$ha.”
Elijah oohed. “Did she rock your world?”
“If you consider utterly revolting rocking my world, then yes.”
Elijah’s laugh sounded like music to Dom’s tortured ears.
“Let’s not talk about Ke$ha. Are you alone?”
Elijah hummed. “What do you have in mind, Mr. Monaghan?”
“Well . . .” Dom reached down and unbuttoned his trousers. “Since I can’t have the real thing, I was hoping for a mutual wank.”
“I’m listening.”
This time it was Dom’s turn to laugh. “No, that meant I want you to talk me into an orgasm.”
“Can’t we do both?” Elijah paused. “What are you wearing?”
“The remainder of the suit I wore on Jimmy’s show: trousers and a shirt. How about you?”
“Jeans and a t-shirt. I just kicked off my hi-tops. Is your hand on your cock?”
Fuck, he’s good at this.
“Yeah.” Dom licked his lips. “Is yours?”
“Is my hand on my cock? Oh, yeah. I’m imaging it’s your mouth.”
“Yeah? What’s my mouth doing?”
“Mmm . . . you’re swirling your tongue around the head of my cock. What about you? What are you imaging?”
“I’m . . .” Dom sighed. He pulled his hand out of his trousers. “This isn’t working.”
“What? Why not?”
“I just . . .” Dom suddenly spied a it of glitter on his thumb. “Oh, fuck.”
“What?” Elijah’s voice started to sound panicked.
“I was trying to wank with my Ke$ha hand.”
Elijah’s laughter was even louder this time.
“It’s not funny!” Dom tried futilely to wipe the glitter off his skin. “Look, I’ve got to go. This isn’t going to work.”
“Call me after you’ve fumigated yourself,” Elijah said with a laugh.
Dom ended the call.
Fucking Ke$ha.
