brians_fic @ 2006-04-30T09:58:00

2006-04-30T00:09:24Z

Untitled drabbles
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: Uhhh, I guess R?
Summary: Just slapdash little drabbles of Billy and Dom's thoughts the first time they have sex.
Disclaimer: Of course it's not true. I don't live in their heads - fun though it'd be - and hello? Billy has a bub.

Ahhh, fuck. That feels… well, really weird, but not as painful as I thought it‘d be. Look at Dom’s face; at his eyes. Huh. They’re glazed over. Is he even seeing me?. Does he even know I’m here, that he’s fucking me? Hehehehe, he looks a little constipated actually. I wonder if I look like that? No! Don’t laugh you dumb git! Concentrate on what you’re doing. Hmm, doesn’t feel so weird anymore. Feel nice now. Fuck, feels really good now. God, what the fuck is Dom doing now? Why is he moving around so goddamn much? Oh! OHHH JESUUUSS!

Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m actually fucking Billy! This feels fucking amazing! Ohh Dom, be careful, don’t come now; you’ve waited far too long for this! Feels great doesn‘t it, Bill? The fuck? Is he smiling? Bastard! Got to show him how good a Dom Monaghan fuck is. Make him see what he‘s been missing out on. Mmm, that’s better; he’s not smirking anymore. Ooh, keep grabbing my arse like that. I’ll make you see stars yet, Boyd. Concentrate, Dom, you’ve got to hit that -. Ahh Christ, there it is! Hehehe, should‘ve guess Billy‘d be a squealer.

FIC: One night of comfort

2006-02-21T01:04:32Z

Title: One night of Comfort
Pairing: Elijah/Jake Gyllenhaal
Rating: Soft R for drug use and adult themes.
Summary: Jake and Elijah find mutual frustration with Hollywood.
Betaed fantastically by ditchwitchbitch.

Elijah watches Hollywood’s Beautiful People jostle their way through the bar from his position on a small couch. He wonders why they’re called beautiful people when they’re all ugly on the inside. A man can be seen over in the corner, offering a girl - clearly underage - a line of cocaine. The man will undoubtedly force himself on her before the night is through.

Elijah feels a pang of nausea at the thought that no-one will know, nor care. His eyes close briefly and he wishes he were anywhere else on earth but at this god awful party. He’s never felt so alone in his life.

He feels a shift in the seat underneath himself, and opens his eyes.

“Hope you don‘t mind my sittin’ here,” says a male voice from his right.

He turns his head to look at the owner of the voice and is mildly surprised to find himself in close proximity with a pair of large, clear eyes. The darkness of the room gives away nothing, but he knows they’re blue because he recognises Jake Gyllenhaal in an instant.

“Sure. No problem. Jake, right?” He knows he’s staring, but can’t stop himself. Jake’s eyes are large and bright in the dark gloom of the room.

Jake doesn’t seem to mind the staring. “Yep. And unless I’ve gone temporarily blind, you’re Elijah Wood.“ He smiles lazily and reaches into his jacket pocket, bringing out a pack of Marlboros. Extending the pack with a quirk of his eyebrows, Jake silently offers Elijah a cigarette, who accepts with a small nod.

Jake takes two cigarettes out, and lights them both at the same time, then passes one to Elijah. They smoke in comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Jake breaks it by asking Elijah why he’s here, he doesn’t much seem like this sort of crowd. Elijah chuckles and wonders if it’s really so obvious what he thinks of these people.

“My agent made me come. Said there’d be a lot of good connections. Etcetera etcetera.” Elijah’s eyes narrow and he faces ahead. “I fucking hate this shit. Bunch of pretentious assholes.”

“Fuck, aint they?“ Jake retrieves another two cigarettes and hands another lit one to Elijah who takes it with slightly shaking hands. “Only reason I’m here is for Brokeback.”

“Great movie, man. You and Heath were awesome.” Elijah can’t help how fan-girlish he sounds, and he hates it.

Jake’s laconic smile dries up on his lips. “Yeah, Heath sure is an awesome actor. One of the best.”

Elijah senses something bitter in Jake’s tone and he tries to think of something to say, when Jake jerks his head, as if waking suddenly from a deep sleep.

“So, Mr. Elijah Wood, do you party?” That cheeky half-smile is back, and Elijah is unable to resist it’s charms. Elijah grins widely.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

***

Few words were spoken during since Jake lit the first joint. It’s an easy, comfortable silence. But it’s not just the drug that makes them both more relaxed, less tense. Just being in the company of someone who understands is enough for the both of them.

Eight shared joints later, and the classic lines of the princess phone on the bedside table is drawing Elijah’s rapt attention. Marijuana always gives him a feeling of intense mental clarity and hypersensitivity to everything around himself. Even the low, bass-heavy sound of Metallica sends a lovely vibration through Elijah’s limbs.

After what is in reality, twenty minutes, Elijah reluctantly drags his attention away from the telephone to concentrate on the wall behind himself. His eyes widen and he exclaims when he realises that the wallpaper is textured. He starts running his hands over the wall, delighting in it’s feel.

“Fuck. This wallpaper, it’s so, so… mmm-fuuuck.” His quiet words are the first time either have spoken in about two hours

Jake laughs delightedly from his position on the floor, “dude, you are so wasted!”

Elijah doesn’t want to stop running his hands all over the wall, retorts, “Fuck yeah. So are you, you fucking asshole,” over his shoulder, and collapses into uncontrollable giggling.

Jake smirks, and declares it, “time for more weed, dude!“ He leans over on his side, reaching for the bowl of marijuana. Selecting some of the finely chopped herb, he rolls it expertly into a Tally Ho paper, and seals the joint with a long swipe of his tongue along the edge of the paper. After a brief fumbling for the location of the lighter, the joint is lit and Jake takes a long, leisurely drag. He lays back down on the carpet next to Elijah and watches the slow ascent of the smoke winding it’s way up to the ceiling, where it spreads in an expanding wave. Jake can’t think of a single thing more beautiful than the somnolent grace of the smoke sliding over the maroon ceiling.

He must have said that out loud, because Elijah disagrees. “Nah, man. This wall is the most beautiful thing. It’s like silk or something. So sensual.” His hands continue to move over the wall, only now it’s become something more of a caress.

Jake turns his head, regarding Elijah. Watches Elijah’s hands feel the wallpaper, watches the look of utter awe on his face. He gets up on his knees, moving directly behind Elijah.

Elijah‘s shoulders tense briefly when he feels Jake sets his hands on them. But he relaxes, and melts in the touch when Jake feels a path down Elijah’s roving arms until his hands are directly covering Elijah’s own. Jake’s chest is now pressed directly against Elijah’s shirt-covered back and he can feel Jake’s heart hammering within his chest.

“You’re beautiful,” Jake says softly. He presses a kiss to Elijah’s neck, just under his right ear. Elijah shivers and inclines his head, giving Jake better access. Jake slides his left hand up Elijah’s chest, briefly stopping to pinch a nipple, making Elijah gasp, and drags his stubby nails up along Elijah’s exposed pale throat. Elijah’s mouth drops open and Jake uses the opportunity to close his own mouth over it, kissing Elijah deeply and passionately.

Elijah finally forgets about the wallpaper.

It isn’t lovemaking. But it’s as close as two people who aren’t in love can come to it. They find in each other someone who can let them shrug their individual weights of the world, and just give in to themselves. Just a meeting of two souls who found comfort in each other’s bodies for just one night. When they spill onto each other’s hard naked bodies, clutching and gasping, it’s a release of two different kinds.

***

There is no awkwardness the next morning. In fact, when Jake wakes up early in the morning wrapped in thick blankets to find Elijah shucking his jeans back on, he smiles that smile, and mouths “thank you.” Elijah mouthing “no problem” back at him is the last thing Jake recalls before he drifts back off to sleep in the cool early-morning light.

Elijah walks downstairs with a spring in his step, and Jake sleeps a peaceful slumber, both with a smile in their hearts.

The largest sexual organ in your body is your brian

brians_fic @ 2006-04-30T09:58:00

FIC: One night of comfort