Blind (Domlijah) NC-17 (9/?)
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moit_ficsTitle: Blind - 9/?
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moit
Pairing: Domlijah
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama
Warnings: Slash
Summary: After a horrific accident, Elijah is blinded. Dom is left to pick up the pieces of their broken life.
Word Count: 2,206
Previous Chapters here
Author's Note: This one is dedicated toverangel because I didn't come up with anything for her birthday. And yes, this is the first NC-17 chapter in Blind. You have been warned.
“I have a date,” Josh announced, walking into the room.
Elijah raised an eyebrow. “You mean you’re finally leaving Dom and I to have some peace and quiet?”
“You love having me around,” Josh said, flopping down on the couch next to him.
Elijah made a non-committal noise. “Are you going out with Matt?”
“Tonight.” Josh let out a breath. “So that should give you and Dom some alone time.”
“We don’t need any alone time.”
“Of course you do. He’s your boyfriend.”
“We get enough alone time. Fuck’s sake, Josh, I sleep next to the man every night. I hardly think we need you to leave just so we can have alone time.”
“You sure about that?”
Turning so Josh could see him, Elijah made a face. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“When’s the last time you and Dom had sex?”
“How in the fuck is that any of your business?” Elijah jumped to his feet and fumbled with his cane. He tapped his way out of the living room as Josh’s words pursued him.
“I’m only asking because I know it’s been since before your accident!”
Elijah stopped in the entryway and turned. “If you already knew, then why did you ask?”
“Because you’re my best friend. And I hate seeing your relationship fall apart.”
Elijah couldn’t see Josh’s face, but he knew from the tone of the other man’s voice that it was full of concern. Nobody wanted his and Dom’s relationship to go back to normal more than Elijah, but for the time being, it just wasn’t going to happen. He felt entirely too insecure with himself, let alone feeling secure enough with Dom to have sex.
And he would never tell Josh, but the other man’s presence was only complicating things in the arena of Dom and Elijah’s sex life. If things weren’t confusing and embarrassing enough when they were alone, adding Josh to the mix was like putting a spotlight on all that was wrong in their relationship. If Elijah couldn’t deal with it alone, he certainly wasn’t going to be able to deal with Josh throwing it in his face at every turn.
“I appreciate that. But you’re really not helping.”
Josh let out his breath. “Well, if you need to talk . . .”
“I don’t. Not right now, anyway.” Elijah tapped his way to the back door and let himself onto the patio. It was the only place he felt like he could escape, and the ocean wind felt good on his face, one of the few things he hadn’t lost with his sight.
*
Elijah and Dom faced one another awkwardly after Josh and Matt left.
“So . . .”
“Well . . .”
They started to talk at the same time. Dom licked his lips nervously and rolled them under his teeth. “Go ahead. I didn’t really have anything to say.”
“Neither did I,” Elijah admitted.
“Do you want to go sit out back?” Dom asked. “The house feels kind of . . .”
“Stuffy,” Elijah added.
“Yeah.”
But as soon as they settled in the Adirondack chairs, Dom jumped up again. “I’m thirsty. I’m going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?”
“Whatever you’re having,” Elijah said. He listened to the sounds of Dom walking across the wooden deck, the door sliding open, and then shut. He blew out a breath.
If he thought his conversation with Josh was bad, this was taking awkward to a whole new level. There had never been any tension between he and Dom. Ever since they met that first time in New Zealand, they had an instant connection. Pete practically had to zip their mouths closed to get them to stop talking on set sometimes. Now they were lucky if they could get through a conversation without suffering an awkward silence.
Elijah knew he needed to open up to Dom, but he had no idea how.
The door slid back open, shut, and Dom’s bare feet were shuffling back across the deck. Elijah knew he was barefoot because he stepped very carefully when he wasn’t wearing shoes. His flip-flops a made very clippity-cloppity noise as he walked. In an ironic way, Elijah felt like he’d gotten to know Dom even better since his accident. Sadly, he’d also drawn farther away from his lover.
“Here,” Dom said, holding out a glass.
Elijah held out his own hand, and Dom put the glass into it. He brought the glass to his lips and savored the taste of iced tea, sweetened with enough sugar to make his teeth rot. Dom never forgot how he liked his tea.
“It’s nice out here,” Dom said vaguely, sipping his own tea.
Elijah nodded. They sat in silence while Elijah struggled to build his courage.
“Dom.”
Dom looked up while trying to take a drink and inadvertently spilled tea down the front of his shirt. “Bugger,” he hissed. “I’ll be right back.”
Elijah listened to the nearly silent slap-slap-slap, slide. He felt his nerve slipping.
Dom came back out onto the deck, Elijah presumed, in a new shirt, while he began mopping at the mess he made.
“Dominic,” Elijah said louder, with more force.
“What?” Dom asked, caught off-guard. “I’m just cleaning up the spill.”
“Just . . . stop for a minute, okay?”
Confused, Dom stood in front of Elijah holding the tea-sodden towel. “Okay.” He looked like he expected Elijah to kick him or something, but Elijah couldn’t see his expression anyway, so it didn’t matter.
“None of this is going to come out right.”
“What? What’s going on? I—”
Before Dom could finish his sentence, Elijah lowered his sunglasses.
Elijah’s blue eyes that Dom so dearly loved were gone—Dom already knew that. Instead, his eyes held the milky-white color of blind eyes. The doctors had offered to fit him with contacts that would at least mimic the original color, but Elijah had turned the idea down almost immediately. His reasoning was that everyone already knew he was blind—there was not sense in inviting more questions.
What really rocked Dom were the scars running vertically over Elijah’s eyes. Most of them were due to the re-constructive surgeries Elijah had gone through, immediately following his accident. They showed minimally above and below the sunglasses Elijah insisted on wearing.
It wasn’t the scars or the eyes that rocked Dom so deeply, it was the fact that Elijah was finally willing to share this with him.
The towel fell from his limp fingers with a wet thump on the deck.
“Say something,” Elijah said quietly. “Please.”
“I love you,” were the first words on Dom’s lips. His hands wrapped around Elijah’s shoulders and pulled the other man into his body. He rubbed his face in the juncture between Elijah’s shoulder and his neck. “I fucking love you, Elijah. And nothing, nothing is going to change that.”
Elijah’s hands came up around Dom’s back, holding him just as tight. “I want to cry, Dom.”
The words brought tears to Dom’s eyes, but he blinked them away quickly. “You don’t need to cry, Doodle. Neither of us do. There’s nothing to be sad about.” He pulled away to look at Elijah’s face.
Elijah squeezed his eyes closed.
“Hey,” Dom said, pressing his thumbs gently beneath Elijah’s sightless eyes. “You don’t need to hide in front of me. Not now, not ever, hey?”
Elijah’s eyelids blinked open. “I can’t see you.”
“But I can see you,” Dom said. He fingered gently at the scars over Elijah’s eyebrow. “You’re beautiful,” he said, pressing a kiss to Elijah’s forehead.
Elijah’s eyelashes fluttered closed.
When Dom found no resistance, he placed a hesitant kiss upon Elijah’s closed eyelid. He repeated the action on the other eye. Elijah’s lips parted and he let a whisper of a breath. Dom’s lip quirked in the fashion of a grin. He feathered kisses down the curve of Elijah’s cheekbone, over the lines of scars there, and down to his mouth.
Elijah’s lips parted willingly for Dom. He sighed into his lover’s mouth, spine bowing with the sensations Dom’s kiss created. He gripped Dom’s strong back for support, allowing the other man to press him against Dom’s very firm body.
Still kissing Elijah, Dom slid his hands down to cup Elijah’s rear and lifted him up into his arms. Elijah made a noise of surprise, but he did not break the kiss as he wrapped his legs around Dom’s waist and locked his ankles. Dom managed to get the sliding glass door open and the two of them inside without dropping Elijah or banging him against the walls.
“I like it when you drive,” Elijah said breathily, breaking away from the kiss to whisper in Dom’s ear.
“Baby, I intend to do a lot more than that,” Dom said, attacking Elijah’s neck with his tongue. Elijah moaned and wriggled like a worm on a hook.
Dom closed the bedroom door, left the light out, and deposited Elijah on the bed. Sprawled out and sighing like a wet dream, he looked exactly the way Dom remembered. Exactly the way Dom had wanted him since their first time together.
Quickly shucking his shirt and his trousers, Dom joined Elijah on the bed, covering him with planes of warm, naked skin. Elijah groaned up against him, bucking and groaning his pleasure. Dom quickly divested Elijah of his clothes as well. It seemed neither of them could be naked against one another, rubbing and moaning quickly enough.
“Fuck, Dom,” Elijah sighed. “Fuck me.”
Dom mouthed at the skin of Elijah’s collar. His forehead fell onto the bone there. “Fuck,” he cursed.
“What?” Elijah asked, his hands tightening on Dom’s biceps. “What’s wrong?”
“I left the lube in the nightstand.”
“Fuck’s sake, Dom,” Elijah sighed. He wriggled out from under the other man and opened the nightstand drawer with quick proficiency. He was back, lube in hand, within seconds. “I’m blind, not completely incapacitated,” he said, though his voice held no venom.
“I just didn’t want to have to leave you. Not even for a second,” Dom said, pulling Elijah tight against his body. He coated two of his fingers and pressed them against Elijah’s hole. Elijah’s body yielded easily, sending tendrils of fire curling in Dom’s belly.
“That’s enough—I’m good, come on,” Elijah panted beneath him.
“You sure?” Dom asked, working his fingers easily in and out of Elijah. He curled them and hit the spot inside that made Elijah gasp and arch his back like a cat in heat.
“Nghh, yes! Now quick fucking around and fuck me!”
Not one to deny his boyfriend in a state like this, Dom removed his fingers and coated his cock in more lube. He pressed his cock into Elijah’s body, relishing the sounds he was making. He sought out Elijah’s hands in the dark and threaded their fingers together, despite one hand being sticky with lube.
“Missed this,” Dom sighed, using Elijah’s hands for leverage as he pistoned himself in and out of Elijah’s body.
“Me too,” Elijah sighed, lifting his hips to meet each of Dom’s thrusts.
Dom felt his balls tightened and he shook his hands free of Elijah’s to cradle his face. “I’m not going to last long.”
“That’s okay. Neither am I.”
Dom lengthened and deepened his strokes, sliding his belly against Elijah’s cock to ensure he was getting as much stimulation as possible. He managed to hold off until Elijah came with a cry, spilling warmth between their bodies. Dom’s own climax came quickly after that, the tightening and relaxing of Elijah’s body around his cock being too much for him to hold off any longer.
Dom pulled out slowly, noticing the slight wince on Elijah’s face as his legs fell to the bed. “You okay?” Dom asked, stretching out alongside Elijah’s nude body.
“Mmmhmm,” Elijah mumbled, rolling over to curl against Dom’s side. “Just not used to such acrobatics. I’m gonna be sore in the morning.”
“That wasn’t . . . especially creative. At least not as usual,” Dom said with a chuckle.
“You try keeping your legs in the air for the better part of an hour and see how you feel,” Elijah said.
“You can be on top next time, then,” Dom said, pressing a kiss to the top of Elijah’s head.
“Mmmkay,” Elijah whispered.
Together, Dom and Elijah slept peacefully for the first time since Elijah’s accident.
*
Josh tiptoed into the house, pulling Matt by the hand.
“Are they asleep?” Matt asked.
“Should be . . .” Josh said, but he stopped short as Dom and Elijah’s bedroom door came into view. “They don’t close their door.”
“So?”
“So . . .” Josh gave him a looked and dragged him down the hall and into his room. “They were definitely having sex.”
Matt only looked mildly interested. “And that fascinates you, why?”
“Because they haven’t had sex in—okay, you’re right, I shouldn’t be this interested.” Josh fumbled for a cigarette, feeling embarrassed.
“Well, I do want you to think about sex, just not with Dom and Elijah.” Matt gently took the pack of cigarettes out of Josh’s hand and pulled him down onto the bed.
Author:
moitPairing: Domlijah
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama
Warnings: Slash
Summary: After a horrific accident, Elijah is blinded. Dom is left to pick up the pieces of their broken life.
Word Count: 2,206
Previous Chapters here
Author's Note: This one is dedicated to
verangel because I didn't come up with anything for her birthday. And yes, this is the first NC-17 chapter in Blind. You have been warned. “I have a date,” Josh announced, walking into the room.
Elijah raised an eyebrow. “You mean you’re finally leaving Dom and I to have some peace and quiet?”
“You love having me around,” Josh said, flopping down on the couch next to him.
Elijah made a non-committal noise. “Are you going out with Matt?”
“Tonight.” Josh let out a breath. “So that should give you and Dom some alone time.”
“We don’t need any alone time.”
“Of course you do. He’s your boyfriend.”
“We get enough alone time. Fuck’s sake, Josh, I sleep next to the man every night. I hardly think we need you to leave just so we can have alone time.”
“You sure about that?”
Turning so Josh could see him, Elijah made a face. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“When’s the last time you and Dom had sex?”
“How in the fuck is that any of your business?” Elijah jumped to his feet and fumbled with his cane. He tapped his way out of the living room as Josh’s words pursued him.
“I’m only asking because I know it’s been since before your accident!”
Elijah stopped in the entryway and turned. “If you already knew, then why did you ask?”
“Because you’re my best friend. And I hate seeing your relationship fall apart.”
Elijah couldn’t see Josh’s face, but he knew from the tone of the other man’s voice that it was full of concern. Nobody wanted his and Dom’s relationship to go back to normal more than Elijah, but for the time being, it just wasn’t going to happen. He felt entirely too insecure with himself, let alone feeling secure enough with Dom to have sex.
And he would never tell Josh, but the other man’s presence was only complicating things in the arena of Dom and Elijah’s sex life. If things weren’t confusing and embarrassing enough when they were alone, adding Josh to the mix was like putting a spotlight on all that was wrong in their relationship. If Elijah couldn’t deal with it alone, he certainly wasn’t going to be able to deal with Josh throwing it in his face at every turn.
“I appreciate that. But you’re really not helping.”
Josh let out his breath. “Well, if you need to talk . . .”
“I don’t. Not right now, anyway.” Elijah tapped his way to the back door and let himself onto the patio. It was the only place he felt like he could escape, and the ocean wind felt good on his face, one of the few things he hadn’t lost with his sight.
*
Elijah and Dom faced one another awkwardly after Josh and Matt left.
“So . . .”
“Well . . .”
They started to talk at the same time. Dom licked his lips nervously and rolled them under his teeth. “Go ahead. I didn’t really have anything to say.”
“Neither did I,” Elijah admitted.
“Do you want to go sit out back?” Dom asked. “The house feels kind of . . .”
“Stuffy,” Elijah added.
“Yeah.”
But as soon as they settled in the Adirondack chairs, Dom jumped up again. “I’m thirsty. I’m going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?”
“Whatever you’re having,” Elijah said. He listened to the sounds of Dom walking across the wooden deck, the door sliding open, and then shut. He blew out a breath.
If he thought his conversation with Josh was bad, this was taking awkward to a whole new level. There had never been any tension between he and Dom. Ever since they met that first time in New Zealand, they had an instant connection. Pete practically had to zip their mouths closed to get them to stop talking on set sometimes. Now they were lucky if they could get through a conversation without suffering an awkward silence.
Elijah knew he needed to open up to Dom, but he had no idea how.
The door slid back open, shut, and Dom’s bare feet were shuffling back across the deck. Elijah knew he was barefoot because he stepped very carefully when he wasn’t wearing shoes. His flip-flops a made very clippity-cloppity noise as he walked. In an ironic way, Elijah felt like he’d gotten to know Dom even better since his accident. Sadly, he’d also drawn farther away from his lover.
“Here,” Dom said, holding out a glass.
Elijah held out his own hand, and Dom put the glass into it. He brought the glass to his lips and savored the taste of iced tea, sweetened with enough sugar to make his teeth rot. Dom never forgot how he liked his tea.
“It’s nice out here,” Dom said vaguely, sipping his own tea.
Elijah nodded. They sat in silence while Elijah struggled to build his courage.
“Dom.”
Dom looked up while trying to take a drink and inadvertently spilled tea down the front of his shirt. “Bugger,” he hissed. “I’ll be right back.”
Elijah listened to the nearly silent slap-slap-slap, slide. He felt his nerve slipping.
Dom came back out onto the deck, Elijah presumed, in a new shirt, while he began mopping at the mess he made.
“Dominic,” Elijah said louder, with more force.
“What?” Dom asked, caught off-guard. “I’m just cleaning up the spill.”
“Just . . . stop for a minute, okay?”
Confused, Dom stood in front of Elijah holding the tea-sodden towel. “Okay.” He looked like he expected Elijah to kick him or something, but Elijah couldn’t see his expression anyway, so it didn’t matter.
“None of this is going to come out right.”
“What? What’s going on? I—”
Before Dom could finish his sentence, Elijah lowered his sunglasses.
Elijah’s blue eyes that Dom so dearly loved were gone—Dom already knew that. Instead, his eyes held the milky-white color of blind eyes. The doctors had offered to fit him with contacts that would at least mimic the original color, but Elijah had turned the idea down almost immediately. His reasoning was that everyone already knew he was blind—there was not sense in inviting more questions.
What really rocked Dom were the scars running vertically over Elijah’s eyes. Most of them were due to the re-constructive surgeries Elijah had gone through, immediately following his accident. They showed minimally above and below the sunglasses Elijah insisted on wearing.
It wasn’t the scars or the eyes that rocked Dom so deeply, it was the fact that Elijah was finally willing to share this with him.
The towel fell from his limp fingers with a wet thump on the deck.
“Say something,” Elijah said quietly. “Please.”
“I love you,” were the first words on Dom’s lips. His hands wrapped around Elijah’s shoulders and pulled the other man into his body. He rubbed his face in the juncture between Elijah’s shoulder and his neck. “I fucking love you, Elijah. And nothing, nothing is going to change that.”
Elijah’s hands came up around Dom’s back, holding him just as tight. “I want to cry, Dom.”
The words brought tears to Dom’s eyes, but he blinked them away quickly. “You don’t need to cry, Doodle. Neither of us do. There’s nothing to be sad about.” He pulled away to look at Elijah’s face.
Elijah squeezed his eyes closed.
“Hey,” Dom said, pressing his thumbs gently beneath Elijah’s sightless eyes. “You don’t need to hide in front of me. Not now, not ever, hey?”
Elijah’s eyelids blinked open. “I can’t see you.”
“But I can see you,” Dom said. He fingered gently at the scars over Elijah’s eyebrow. “You’re beautiful,” he said, pressing a kiss to Elijah’s forehead.
Elijah’s eyelashes fluttered closed.
When Dom found no resistance, he placed a hesitant kiss upon Elijah’s closed eyelid. He repeated the action on the other eye. Elijah’s lips parted and he let a whisper of a breath. Dom’s lip quirked in the fashion of a grin. He feathered kisses down the curve of Elijah’s cheekbone, over the lines of scars there, and down to his mouth.
Elijah’s lips parted willingly for Dom. He sighed into his lover’s mouth, spine bowing with the sensations Dom’s kiss created. He gripped Dom’s strong back for support, allowing the other man to press him against Dom’s very firm body.
Still kissing Elijah, Dom slid his hands down to cup Elijah’s rear and lifted him up into his arms. Elijah made a noise of surprise, but he did not break the kiss as he wrapped his legs around Dom’s waist and locked his ankles. Dom managed to get the sliding glass door open and the two of them inside without dropping Elijah or banging him against the walls.
“I like it when you drive,” Elijah said breathily, breaking away from the kiss to whisper in Dom’s ear.
“Baby, I intend to do a lot more than that,” Dom said, attacking Elijah’s neck with his tongue. Elijah moaned and wriggled like a worm on a hook.
Dom closed the bedroom door, left the light out, and deposited Elijah on the bed. Sprawled out and sighing like a wet dream, he looked exactly the way Dom remembered. Exactly the way Dom had wanted him since their first time together.
Quickly shucking his shirt and his trousers, Dom joined Elijah on the bed, covering him with planes of warm, naked skin. Elijah groaned up against him, bucking and groaning his pleasure. Dom quickly divested Elijah of his clothes as well. It seemed neither of them could be naked against one another, rubbing and moaning quickly enough.
“Fuck, Dom,” Elijah sighed. “Fuck me.”
Dom mouthed at the skin of Elijah’s collar. His forehead fell onto the bone there. “Fuck,” he cursed.
“What?” Elijah asked, his hands tightening on Dom’s biceps. “What’s wrong?”
“I left the lube in the nightstand.”
“Fuck’s sake, Dom,” Elijah sighed. He wriggled out from under the other man and opened the nightstand drawer with quick proficiency. He was back, lube in hand, within seconds. “I’m blind, not completely incapacitated,” he said, though his voice held no venom.
“I just didn’t want to have to leave you. Not even for a second,” Dom said, pulling Elijah tight against his body. He coated two of his fingers and pressed them against Elijah’s hole. Elijah’s body yielded easily, sending tendrils of fire curling in Dom’s belly.
“That’s enough—I’m good, come on,” Elijah panted beneath him.
“You sure?” Dom asked, working his fingers easily in and out of Elijah. He curled them and hit the spot inside that made Elijah gasp and arch his back like a cat in heat.
“Nghh, yes! Now quick fucking around and fuck me!”
Not one to deny his boyfriend in a state like this, Dom removed his fingers and coated his cock in more lube. He pressed his cock into Elijah’s body, relishing the sounds he was making. He sought out Elijah’s hands in the dark and threaded their fingers together, despite one hand being sticky with lube.
“Missed this,” Dom sighed, using Elijah’s hands for leverage as he pistoned himself in and out of Elijah’s body.
“Me too,” Elijah sighed, lifting his hips to meet each of Dom’s thrusts.
Dom felt his balls tightened and he shook his hands free of Elijah’s to cradle his face. “I’m not going to last long.”
“That’s okay. Neither am I.”
Dom lengthened and deepened his strokes, sliding his belly against Elijah’s cock to ensure he was getting as much stimulation as possible. He managed to hold off until Elijah came with a cry, spilling warmth between their bodies. Dom’s own climax came quickly after that, the tightening and relaxing of Elijah’s body around his cock being too much for him to hold off any longer.
Dom pulled out slowly, noticing the slight wince on Elijah’s face as his legs fell to the bed. “You okay?” Dom asked, stretching out alongside Elijah’s nude body.
“Mmmhmm,” Elijah mumbled, rolling over to curl against Dom’s side. “Just not used to such acrobatics. I’m gonna be sore in the morning.”
“That wasn’t . . . especially creative. At least not as usual,” Dom said with a chuckle.
“You try keeping your legs in the air for the better part of an hour and see how you feel,” Elijah said.
“You can be on top next time, then,” Dom said, pressing a kiss to the top of Elijah’s head.
“Mmmkay,” Elijah whispered.
Together, Dom and Elijah slept peacefully for the first time since Elijah’s accident.
*
Josh tiptoed into the house, pulling Matt by the hand.
“Are they asleep?” Matt asked.
“Should be . . .” Josh said, but he stopped short as Dom and Elijah’s bedroom door came into view. “They don’t close their door.”
“So?”
“So . . .” Josh gave him a looked and dragged him down the hall and into his room. “They were definitely having sex.”
Matt only looked mildly interested. “And that fascinates you, why?”
“Because they haven’t had sex in—okay, you’re right, I shouldn’t be this interested.” Josh fumbled for a cigarette, feeling embarrassed.
“Well, I do want you to think about sex, just not with Dom and Elijah.” Matt gently took the pack of cigarettes out of Josh’s hand and pulled him down onto the bed.
