Elijah/Sean B
He lay still, willing his breathing to return to normal, listening with half an ear as ‘The Boss’ shared his blue-collar wisdom with millions of adoring fans:
When I die, I don’t want no part of heaven; I would not do heaven’s work well...
Looking down, straight into Elijah’s eyes, Sean knew that he had found his own version of heaven – a bit shop-soiled, but all the better for that.
"You have middle aged taste in music," Elijah declared, licking his fingers clean, making Sean’s tired cock twitch. "That’s going to be the next part of your education."
Orlando/Elijah
Orlando couldn’t stop making ridiculous, girly noises. Burying his face in the pillow to muffle them didn’t work.
"I like them," Elijah said, amused. "The noises."
Orlando felt those short, clever fingers move inside him once again, and the noise he made had no name.
Three fingers – god help him, Elijah was going for some kind of personal best. He could feel the edge of every sharp nail and piece of ragged skin pushing into him, and he knew that he was going to die from pleasure. And he loved it
Elijah’s fingers moved again, and Orlando began to beg.
Viggo/Elijah
Such small, childlike hands, Viggo pondered, raising each one to his mouth, reverentially kissing each finger, running his tongue across the ruin of every nail until Elijah laughed his free-spirit giggle, and pulled away. Sliding them down Viggo’s body he smiled in a very un-childlike way as Viggo arched and gasped, worshipping Elijah’s hands in an entirely different way, urging him on – "Harder." "There." And, finally, "Oh." He lifted Elijah’s hands to his mouth again, licking, cleaning him as a cat would clean her kitten, smiling as Elijah arched his back. All he had to do now was purr.
Sean A/Elijah
"Oh." Sean’s voice was barely above a whisper. "Yes. There." He could feel Elijah’s hard thighs on either side of hips, the hot heaviness against his back, and he sighed a smile at the feel of soft lips against his neck.
"Lie still. It’ll be better soon."
Sean sighed again as Elijah began to rub gently at the tense muscles in his neck, and he felt his whole body start to relax as Elijah, unerring as ever, found the strained muscle and began to work it.
"Better."
"I know," Elijah said quietly. "I know how to look after my Sean."
Billy/Elijah
"You need to stop smoking." Billy frowned disapprovingly. "Your head will explode."
"What?"
"It might." Billy reached out, removing the cigarette from between Elijah’s lips. "Learn to fixate on something else." He couldn’t help laughing at Elijah’s expression. "It’ll take your mind off the craving."
Very slowly, Elijah raised his hand to his mouth, his tongue running across the tip of his finger, followed by sharp little teeth trying to snag a nail, or flesh.
Billy, pushed beyond all endurance, reached out and hooked a hand around Elijah’s neck, pulling him forward, trapping his hands between them during the kiss.
Dominic/Elijah
Dominic couldn’t stop staring. Every glimpse made his heart hurt. Everything about Elijah hurt, now. Every tilt of his head just drove home what he had lost.
"Go on," Billy said. "Tell him whatever you’re thinking."
"Why? He’ll only thump me."
"It’s what I’ll do if you don’t fuck off."
Elijah raised his hand and ran it through his hair in a painfully familiar gesture, and Dom took one step, then another.
Elijah looked up, and Dominic couldn’t see past the barriers in his eyes.
"What you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Want company?"
A quirk of the lips, a small nod.
"Sure."
Ian M/Elijah
Elijah fell over the punchline, and laughed in embarrassment, covering his face.
"I’m drunk," he announced to everybody within earshot. "Somebody take me home?"
Ian, who had put in a reluctant appearance at the cast party, nodded, and steered Elijah out into the fresh air, where he staggered slightly, coming to rest against Ian’s body, hands splayed over his chest.
"Hi," he said clearly, suddenly not sounding drunk at all, and Ian closed his eyes.
"Come along," he said, gathering Elijah’s small, sweaty hands in his own. "Don’t do anything you know you’ll regret."
Elijah looked up. "I never do."
John RD/Elijah
"Poor John." Elijah cupped John’s raw face in his hands, so gently that John stilled, letting them soothe him, as they moved over his ruined skin, tracing the shape of sore eyes and lips. "Is there anything I can do to take the pain away?"
John smiled and the hands stilled against his cheeks, cradling his face, eyes concerned, and John felt his heart thump. He knew he should pull away, but couldn’t; instead he put his own hands over Elijah’s and, guilty of exactly the same thing as so many of this cast, he fell a little bit in love.
Sam/Frodo
Sam straightened, wiping the sweat from his forehead then turned, his attention caught by a movement.
Frodo, his own beloved Frodo, knelt in the damp grass of the garden, uncaring of the damp patches on the knees of his fine velvet breeches.
As Sam watched, Frodo reached forward and cupped his hands, ink-stained fingers curled as if they were sheltering something precious.
He felt it in his heart as Frodo raised his hands, white against the blue of the sky releasing his captive. Sam wanted to watch the butterfly, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Frodo’s hands.
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