Viggo/Sean B
There was never a time – never a time – when this hadn’t felt right. He couldn’t remember a time when it hadn’t been there, making his brain itch and his heart pound. He tipped his head back just a little further, encouraging – begging – Viggo to continue, not ready to speak, to say the words that would change it all, not yet.
"Say it," Viggo’s voice was soft, his breath hot. "Say it." His tongue teased mercilessly. "Say it."
Sean tipped his head back even further and mouthed the words to the ceiling, feeling Viggo laugh.
Please. Please. I love you.
*
Viggo/Elijah
The first day he had come to Viggo, blushing furiously, Viggo had and nodded, and Elijah sat silently for hours watching him work, fascinated by the way he lost himself. When Viggo had surfaced, he had simply taken Elijah’s hand, led him to bed, made him shiver and sweat and claw.
And now Elijah would spend whole days watching him, as if he were an acolyte being shown something nobody else knew.
And he never realised that Viggo never spoke or welcomed him. Simply held out his hand at the end of each long day and took him to bed.
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Sean A/Elijah
Sean never thought it would happen. Elijah was too young, too full of life, too perfect … too much of everything, and so he kept his distance, acted the big brother, held him every time Elijah came to him with his too easily broken heart carried on his sleeve.
Their first kiss was hesitant, almost embarrassed, prompting Elijah to laugh nervously and Sean to blush. Then Elijah raised his head, and Sean, without thinking, kissed him again, and it worked, and all the tumblers clicked into place.
And Sean promised himself that from here on in, Elijah’s heart would stay whole.
*
Dom/Billy
Instant friendship can go instantly wrong. When Dom hung up on Billy’s answering machine for the fifth time in succession, he wondered whether it had happened, whether distance and time had come between – whatever it was they were. He went back to work, his mind buzzing, thinking about everything from sending flowers to presenting himself naked, a ribbon tied around his cock.
But then the phone rang and it was Billy, sleepy and aggravated, swearing about time differences and inconsiderate arseholes, and Dom promised silently that he would never let time or distance end what they had.
*
Elijah/Sean B
Elijah’s fingers fisted in the sheets as Sean’s body covered his, welcome invasion. He raised his legs, tightening them as much as he could, his eyes wide open as he gazed up at Sean.
"Look at me," he whispered and Sean, helpless, obeyed, eyes snapping to Elijah’s his hips still moving hard, the bruising fierceness in direct contrasts to the dazed gentleness of his gaze, the softness of his fingers as he brushed Elijah’s face.
"God, Elijah," he said, his voice full of a kind of stunned wonder. "God. I never knew."
Elijah grinned mischievously. "And now you do."
*
Elijah/Ian
"I would bring you flowers if you wanted," Ian said, his fingers stroking Elijah’s hair. "Write you dreadful poetry and leave it on your pillow so that it was the first thing you found in the morning – after your glasses." He kissed Elijah’s naked shoulder, his lips lingering. "Anything you want."
Elijah stirred and turned his head, the late afternoon sun turning the room golden. He opened one eye and squinted up at Ian, his face marked with the creases of the sheet, his hair beyond hope. Ian smiled in delight.
"Duffer," he said affectionately. "I’ve got what I want."
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