Fic:Making Memories of Us (20/28)

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Title: Making Memories of Us 19/28
Authors: rawiyaparand and sassywitch
Pairing: Primarily Monaboyd, with a smattering of Ordaisy, Kargo, EmEli
Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m and shock horror some het sex
Betas: The wonderful surreality_fan Much ♥
Archiving: all_sensation and glasgowhobbit , any others please ask first
Feedback: Yes, please. We live for it.
Header Art: Our wonderful header was created by loki_girl
Crossposted: to monaboyd and all_sensation
Disclaimer: No money was made from this, and this in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexual preferences or practices of anyone mentioned within this story. No matter how true they are.
Summary: Dom is injured, and Billy goes along with the hallucinations for his best friends sake; but is it really only for Dom?
WARNING: contains slash (men doing men), het, angst, and fluff. If any of this bothers you, please don't read.
A/N: Because I'm going to busy for the next couple of weekends, the posting schedule will change to Monday, Wednesday and Friday's. Next chapter will be posted on Monday.
The song that spawned the fic: Can be found Here
Previous Chapters: Here
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Elijah reluctantly stayed at the table, while Billy left the kitchen to find Dom. He mainly watched the tabletop however, looked frequently up through his lashes at Viggo.

Viggo sighed and pulled out a chair opposite Elijah, turning it around to sit on it backwards before he folded his arms on the table and spoke.

“Tell me what concerned you the most ringbearer. Was it what you saw or what you felt?”

Elijah looked up briefly, catching Viggo's eyes, before lowering his gaze back to the tabletop.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quiet catch that," Viggo stated hearing Elijah mumble something under his breath.

"When he bit me, I was hard," Elijah confessed quietly.

"Perhaps you were that way before you went into the room," suggested Viggo, knowing that the boy would shake his head.

"I was fine until I reached across to untie Billy, and then Dom started to rub his face in my crotch, and it made me...Dom! My best friend, who had my other best friend's dick up his bum, nuzzled my crotch and made me hard." Viggo watched as Elijah dropped his head on the table muttering about being damaged for life and needing therapy.

“There is nothing wrong with arousal Elijah.” Viggo spoke calmly.

“It wasn’t you that were rock hard because your best friend was nuzzling and biting.

“And if he had been doing it to me I’m sure I would have been Dominic is a very sexy young man. And I have no doubt that seeing both he and Billy being intimate was an incredibly arousing sight.”

“No it wasn’t. It was wrong. I so don’t need to see that.” Elijah spluttered.

Viggo raised an eyebrow at Elijah, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "I think the hobbit doth protest too much."

Before Elijah could start denying anything, Viggo continued, "There's nothing wrong with expressing how you feel about someone physically. Especially when you and the other person are in love with each other. You know that, Elijah."

"Viggo. You don't understand. Billy's...penis," Elijah whispered as if he was revealing a national secret, "was up Dom's butt."

Viggo’s brow creased as he listened to Elijah. “You do know how gay sex works don’t you Ringbearer.” He paused. “If that’s the problem I can explain it to you.”

“For fuck’s sake!! No!!! A thousand times no!!” Elijah exclaimed “Of course I know, and I’m sure everyone all over the world is good with it, and so am I, just so long as I don’t have to see my two best friends engaged in it. It’s all good.” He finished

“So it’s merely the fact that it was Dom and Billy specifically, or just that it was your friends?”

"Viggo, there are certain things that you are never supposed to know about certain people. I was never supposed to know what my friends look like...Viggo, he was tied to the bed!"

Viggo chuckled and reached his hand out to pat Elijah’s'. "Would you be having this same problem if you had walked in on Sean and Christine?"

Elijah screamed and covered his ears with his hands, rocking back and forth in his chair. "Serenity now. Serenity now," he repeated to himself. "Yes, I would be having the exact same problem if it were Christine and Se...ugh, I don't even want to think about it. I don't want to walk in any of the Fellowship in any type of sex activity, EVER!"

“Tell me Elijah, do you watch Porn?” Viggo asked

“You know damn well I do, you’ve been with us when we have.” Elijah blushed looking into Viggo’s face.

“So your intimacy issues only stretch to your friends.” He continued

“That’s why it’s intimacy.” Elijah shook his head “It’s personal, for them to know not me, just like I sure as hell don’t want any of you guys in the room with me when I’m shagging.” He shrugged and sighed “It’s not the sex Vig. It’s the privacy, the personal things. I don’t want to see, I don’t need to see and I sure as hell don’t need the image burned onto my retina for future reference thank you very much.

"I understand, and I will ask your friends to be more careful next time, for your sake."

"Thank you, Viggo. I'm not sure my psyche can take anymore," Elijah sighed, his features relaxing a bit.

"There is just one thing that I need you to do for me," Viggo said. He stood up and walked over to the sink, filling the kettle with water and pulling out six mugs. "Sex is the one of the most intimate acts that two people can share. Your friends are in new relationships and learning about the other person in a sexual way is a big part of that relationship. I need you to promise me that you'll let them explore this side of their relationship without too much grumbling. And I'll ask that they do the same for you."

"Do the same for me?" Elijah huffed, crossing his arms. "I'm the only one *not* in a relationship, Vig, remember?"

"Oh, I don't think that's true, Ringbearer," Viggo said with a wink.

“What the fuck are you on about Vig?” Elijah stood and walked to look out the window looking at the moon as it reflected on the ocean.

“All in the fullness of time young hobbit.” Viggo spoke pouring water into a teapot as Elijah’s phone beeped loudly in his pocket.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and smiled as he saw the number. Clicking on the message he read it with a shy grin “Hey Lij, it’s just Em, wanna have breakfast with me? Got the whole day off, can make an early start? Call me xox”

"Good news, Elijah?" Viggo inquired, looking at Elijah from the corner of his eyes.

"Uh, it was just Emilie wanting to know if I wanted to have breakfast with her tomorrow," Elijah answered distractedly. His fingers hesitated between the "reply" and the "call" buttons.

"Breakfast? Well, isn't that interesting." Viggo's eyes twinkled with mirth, a sly smile on his face as he poured himself a cup of tea.

"Huh? Um, no thanks, I'm not that thirsty," Elijah muttered. He hit the reply message and typed in his message: "Hey Em. Breakfast would be nice. How about 9 a.m.? Let me know if that's not good for you. Lij" Re-reading the message, he nodded happily to himself, and hit send, shoving the phone in his back pocket.

Almost immediately after he put his phone in his pocket he got a beep in reply. Pulling it out, he read the message quickly.

“Liji. Make it 8 & we’ll picnic it. Unless u need more time. Don’t know why. You’re all good. We’ll stop for coffee on the way, unless you do tea. Em xox”

He smiled broadly and feeling eyes on him looked up straight into Viggo’s face.

“I take it the second message is confirmation? And judging by the smile it must be good news.” Viggo spoke as he lifted three cups and took them into the living room to socialize.
Lij grinned happily not quite sure why and started to reply to the message.

"Em. 8?!? We're really making an early start, huh? 'Kay, I'll be ready. Do u need me to make things 4 picnic? Lij"

"Elijah? Could you please bring in some biscuits?" he heard Viggo call from the living room. Tucking the phone back into his pocket, he found a plate and placed a few cookies on it.

He entered the living room, tray in hand, when his phone beeped sounding a message.

"You're quite popular this evening, Master Hobbit," Viggo smirked.

"We're just making plans to get the party things, that's all," Elijah blushed. He pulled out his phone discretely, smiling at the number.

“Perhaps I should come with you? I need to pick up a few things in town.” Viggo murmured a small smile on his face.

“My car will be here Vig; Emilie is picking me up at 8.” Elijah spoke as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and read the message she left for him, laughing as he read it.

“Liji, 8 is not so early, 5 and we could have watched sunrise 2gether, figured too soon. Don’t need anything just u and a smile. And maybe clothes if you feel need. Em xox”

"Willing to share the joke, Elijah?" Viggo somehow managed to keep a straight face, earning a glare from the younger boy.

"I'm just gonna tell Bills and Dom that there's tea here," he said walking in the direction of the kitchen. His fingers were busy typing away, pausing briefly to yell out "tea" into the darkness of the beach.

He sat down on a chair, pulling his knees up to his chest and pressed send: "5? Unless your name is Peter Jackson, I don't think so. Yes for clothes, too much nakedness going on here already. Lij"

A hand on his shoulder caused Elijah to jump off his seat. "Whatcha doing, Elwood?" Dom asked trying to look at the message on Elijah's phone.

“Just messaging a friend.” Elijah spoke as he cleared the screen and dropped the phone in his pocket. Glancing at his watch he smiled broadly “Is that the time?” he yawned “I’ve got a big day tomorrow; I think I’ll hit the hay.”

Viggo frowned at Dom as he would have spoken and turned to Elijah. “Sleep well ringbearer, I’ll leave the list of things we need on the counter.”

“No sweat Viggo.” Elijah spoke as he backed out of the room “See y’all in the morning.” He grinned and almost jogged down the hall as his phone beeped.

Slipping into his room he leaned against the door and pulled the phone from his pocket reading her response.

“Damn. Maybe I should come over. Naked hobbitness=vgt. Whatcha up to Liji? Am I interrupting something? Keeping you up? Em xox”

"What's going on with him? It's not even 11," Dom asked, throwing himself on the couch. "Is he sick?"

"Who's sick?" Orlando questioned, coming into the living room, David's hand in his own.

"Lij," Dom responded dipping his biscuit into the tea.

"What's wrong with him?" asked David.

"I dunno, he's gone to bed already though, and it's just after 10." Dom passed two mugs to Orlando and David, stealing a few more biscuits before passing them the tray.

"Oh, should we go and check up on him?" Orlando questioned, already standing up.

"There's nothing wrong with Elijah; sit down." Viggo said exasperatedly. "He's having a lovely conversation with Emilie, so please, let's just leave him alone."

There was a moment of silence before Dom and Orlando jumped out of their seats, rushing down the hallway towards Elijah's room. They pressed their ears to the door, trying to listen to the conversation taking place inside.

Sending his message, Elijah dropped the phone on the bed and began to undress: "VGT? 4 u maybe. V. traumatic 4 me. May need some therapy. Not interrupting anything. Just getting ready 4 bed. What r u up 2? Lij/Liji. What's with the Liji anyways?"

Dom frowned as he pressed his ear to the door, hearing only silence. Seeing Billy at the end of the hall an indulgent yet disapproving look on his face, he nudged Orlando in the ribs and they returned grudgingly to the living room.

“Since I have you all here.” Viggo spoke quietly “Can I ask that public displays of affection are given with a little more discretion?”

“To preserve Lij’s sanity?” Billy asked quietly his hand on Dom’s thigh.

“Not so much his sanity but his dignity.” Viggo nodded “and while we’re on the subject, give him and Emilie some room to move.”

“Yes Boss.” Dom sighed and leaned back into Billy. “You take all the fun out of it.”

The five of them turned their attention to their teas, sitting in companiable silence.

In his room Elijah had slid into his bed, the lights still out, his hand wrapped around his phone waiting for its beep. He smiled and blushed hotly when it did.

“Needed an Em name for you. You don’t like? I’ll help with therapy? Interested? Nothing really just talking to most adorable man on island. Em xox”

Elijah leaned back against his pillow, his face heating up. He read Emilie's message again a strange feeling forming in the pit of his stomach. Was Emilie flirting with him? Did he want her flirting with him?

"Liji's fine. I've got so many, what's one more? If you think you can the image of my best friends naked and in bed out of my mind, by all means. I hope you're not too expensive, I think I'll need a lot of sessions. Most adorable man on the island? You're talking to Orli as well? Busy girl! Liji"

He sent the message and sank down into the mattress, kicking all but one sheet off the bed. He tapped an imaginary beat on the phone waiting for a response. Five minutes turned into ten, which turned into 15. Figuring that she most likely went to bed, Elijah placed the phone and his glasses on the bed-side table and closed his eyes. Only to have them snap open moments later when the familiar Rings theme song began playing.

"Hello?"

“Liji, It’s Em.” She spoke almost tentatively “I hope you don’t mind, I thought it might be nice to talk rather then send those funky little messages back and forth all night.”

“No, it’s fine, I like talking to you.” He murmured rolling over to lay on his belly the phone caught between his face and shoulder, his chin on his crossed hands. “So how’s the talk with Orli going?” he grinned.

“Orli?” her voice was confused for a moment, until she laughed, her chuckle like tinkling bells in his ear. “You’re the only one I want to talk to doofus.”

“I thought I was Liji?” he grinned goofily into the dark room.

“You are.” She nodded as she spoke “But doofus is also a term of endearment. What do you think this therapy might entail? I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m pretty much up for anything.” She giggled again.

"Anything, huh?" Elijah could feel his entire body heating up, and tried to calm himself down. "I've had a very traumatic day, are you even qualified to be a therapist?"

He could practically see her lips curve up into a smile, and held his breath for her predictable giggle. "Well...for you, anything. I'm qualified. I'm a good listener. I give excellent massages, and I can definitely keep your mind clear of yucky thoughts."

"You can clear my mind of seeing Dom naked? Really? And how do you plan on doing that?" Elijah turned on his side, pulling at a loose thread on his t-shirt.


"Well, first of all, seeing Dom naked is hot and you should count yourself very lucky. Did you take pictures? I know a lot of girls who would kill for that photo. As for how, I'd figure I'd show you someone else naked."

“Who?” Lij nearly choked on his own breath as he spluttered into his phone.

“Well I thought maybe me?” she almost whispered shyly. “Although If I don’t do it for you I’ve got some friends.” She murmured.

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.” Lij blushed red as he spoke to her. “How could you not ‘do it’ for me?” he asked “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“You really think so?” she cooed into the phone. “Though I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t need the naked card straight up, that would have to be for intensive therapy. Word has it I’m a pretty good kisser. If you’re a good boy I’ll let you take me for a test drive tomorrow.”

This time it was Elijah's turn to giggle, the contagious giggle-snort that had earned him relentless teasing in New Zealand. He pressed his face into the pillow hoping that Emilie hadn't been paying too much attention at that moment.

However, as expected, his giggle was followed by one from her. "That's cute. I like hearing you laugh. I'll have to work on my comedy routine for tomorrow." There was a comfortable silence before she spoke softly into the phone. "So, have you?"

"Have I what?"

"Been a good boy so that I can kiss you tomorrow?"

“So you can what?” he whispered his eyes bugging out.

“Kiss you Liji. You know.” She murmured huskily “lips meeting tongues touching, hands roaming. Kissing. And not like you would your maiden aunt or your granny either. Real honest to goodness lip locking, hip thrusting kissing.” She finished breathily.

"You want to kiss me?" Elijah could feel the heat and blood that was once centered in the upper half of his body, quickly making its way towards his groin. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to think of something other than the beautiful blonde on the other end of the phone wanting to kiss him.

"Of course I want to kiss you," she admitted. "Who wouldn’t? Can I be honest with you for just a minute, Liji?"

"Uh huh." He made a soft noise of approval into the phone, trying to will his traitorous body into behaving.

"I want to do more than kiss you," her voice was suddenly very serious. "I'm kind of hoping that we'll get to know each other well enough to do more one day, but yes, at this moment, I'll be more than happy to settle for kissing you."

“I’d like that.” Lij answered softly.

“Not nearly as much as I will I’ll bet.” Emilie whispered. “If I didn’t know we’d have a hobbit audience I’d come over now.” She murmured “And yes before you say it I do know that makes me sound easy but for God’s sake you’re my Liji, do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?”

"I don't think you're easy," he whispered into the phone, noticing shadows moving in the hallway. "You're probably just saying what a lot of people think, but are afraid to admit to."

"Good, I don’t want you to have a bad impression of me. But, I've wanted you for so long. I'd seen some of your movies before Lord of the Rings, but it wasn't until Rings came out that I realized what an amazing actor and person you are. I'd watch all your interviews and be amazed at how intelligent you were, how nice you were to the fans and interviewer, and how growing up in Hollywood hadn't turned you into a snob. You're so down-to-earth and approachable. I'm gushing aren't I? Oh, sorry. I promised myself I wouldn't gush."

“You’re fine Em.” He whispered “It’s my turn to confess I guess. I started watching Lost to support Dom, but now I watch it for you, I’ve even watched the reruns of Roswell.”

“Really?” she almost squealed into his ear. “Liji swear you aren’t lying to me?”

“I swear Emilie.” He said holding the phone away from his ear as she squealed again. “I really like your work.”

“I don’t suppose I could get away with sneaking in the window could I?” she whispered. “I really want to see you.”

Elijah bit his lip, seriously considering the offer. The shadows in the hallway had disappeared, and from the faint noises he guessed that everyone had retired to their rooms. "I don't know, Em," he started to say.

"Please, Lij?" He could almost hear her pout over the telephone. "Like I said, I'm not expecting us to do anything. We can just talk. But I'd really like to do it face to face."

"Well, alright," he gives in without much of a fight. Truth be told, he's very excited to see her. "Why don't I meet you out back? I don't want you sneaking into the wrong window and stumbling in on some pervy activities."

She laughed again, "Oh, I don't know. That sounds like fun actually. I'll be there in ten, fifteen minutes?"

“I’ll meet you at the front gate.” He murmured.

“Done. See you then Liji. Love you.” She rang off.

Elijah climbed out of bed, and straightened it before he quietly left his room. He slowly crept down the corridor and out the front door, where he sat dressed in just his boxers and a t-shirt waiting for her.

True to her word, a small dark car pulled into the driveway 15 minutes. Elijah walks down the car, holding open the driver-side door for her. A large smile was already on her face as she slid out of the car, and her eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Hey," she whispered standing just inches from him.

He swallowed, inhaling the sweet mixture of her perfume and the flowers surrounding Dom's house. "Hey," he said back. She made a slight movement forward, and then stopped, before wrapping her arms around him in warm hug.

"Come on, let's get you inside," he spoke quietly, taking her overnight bag from her hand. For some strange reason, he was not surprised when a soft hand was slipped into his.

"Everyone is in their rooms, but we'll have to be quiet when we walk by Viggo's room: the King sees all and knows all," he explained to her walking back to the house.

He turned and walked into the house his thumb gently tracing across her knuckles as he held her hand. He hadn’t been at all surprised to see her dressed in satiny blue baby doll pyjamas when she had climbed from the car. She hadn’t even taken the time to change her clothes, which somehow both touched and amused him.

They crept slowly up the hallway and slid into his room without a sound. He placed her overnight bag on the seat just inside the door. When he turned to face her she practically threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her mouth against his wetly.

He kissed her back with an equal amount of passion, tilting his head slightly, and moving his hot lips over hers. Her mouth opened willingly, and he gladly pushed his tongue inside, sliding it wetly over her own.

She moved her body closer to his, until their chests were pressed together. Elijah ran his hands up and down Emilie's side, finally stopping on her slim waist. He pulled her in towards him, until their entire bodies where pressed together.

Emilie tightened her arms around Elijah's neck, sucking hungrily on his tongue. She shivered as he slid his hands up and down her sides, certain that she could feel the heat from his fingers through her thin pyjamas.

Soundlessly, Elijah pulled back slightly from the kiss, nibbling softly on Emilie's bottom lip before pulling away completely. Taking her hand, he walked her over to the bed, pulling back the sheets so that she could climb in.

"I can't see without my glasses," he told her, one hand ready to remove the needed lenses.

"It's alright," she whispered, shifting to give him some room in the bed. "You can feel your way around."

She leaned up and lifted his glasses from his face and placed them on the bedside table before she pressed one hand to his hip, the other on reaching under his t-shirt to slide up his chest.

“Shouldn’t you be down here where you can see?” she whispered pulling him gently.

Elijah let himself fall to the bed beside her, his head cushioned in the pillow beside hers, their breath mingling.

“Hi Liji.” She whispered breathlessly

"Hi, Em," he whispered back. He hadn't been lying to her when he told her he wouldn't be able to see without his glasses. Even laying so close to her, so close that he could practically feel the heat radiating from her, he could barely make out the outline of her face.

Closing his eyes, he traced the outline of her face with his fingers, gently feeling his way from her forehead to her lips. He could tell that she had long eyelashes and high cheekbones. He passed his thumb over her lips, feeling them part slightly, and the tip of the tongue gliding across his skin.

"Do you think your mouth knows where to go now?" she asked, moving so that their mouths were just inches away.

"I think so," Elijah murmured against her lips.

“I could always give it directions.” She whispered as she leaned up, her face so close to him he could feel her breath on his lips. “How’s this?” she spoke and let her tongue trail across his lips.

“Perfect.” He sighed trying to deepen the kiss but every time he flicked his tongue against hers she pulled back a little, only returning when he sank back against the pillow.

“You taste good.” She whispered against his face as she nuzzled her nose against his before closing her lips over his, sharing a wet, open-mouthed kiss.

He moaned and tangled his hands through her long blonde hair. She controlled the kiss, and Elijah willingly gave in to her. This kiss wasn't at all like the one he had shared with Viggo. Where Viggo was hard and scruffy, Emily was soft and smooth. Very soft. If he had to, Elijah would compare this kiss to the one he shared with Orlando, not that he'd ever tell either of them that, though.

"Can I?" Emilie asked, kissing along Elijah's jaw.

He blinked in the darkness, unsure of what she was asking, but almost certain of what his answer would be.

"Can I?" she asked again, and his breath hitched as he felt her cool fingers slipping underneath his t-shirt. He nodded, his voice momentarily leaving him, not sure if she'd be able to see his consent in the dark room. She must have for the next thing he felt t-shirt being pushed up his body and over his head.

She pressed her lips over one dark nipple and licked it wetly, before moving back up to nuzzle his nose with hers “You taste good” she whispered. “Very good.” She explained before moving slowly to straddle his hips. Her hair fell in a silken curtain around their faces as she leaned down to kiss him. And kiss him. Hundreds of tiny wet open mouthed kisses pressed all over his lips and face.

Elijah let his hands flutter in the air around her, not sure what to touch or even if he should, but he pressed up against her, rocking gently beneath her as she kissed him. Pressing down against him she rubbed provocatively, her knees pressing into his hips as she did.

Emilie smiled against his mouth and stretched her arms to take his hands in hers and pressed them to her hips, before leaning forward again and resting her weight on her hands beside his head.

“You like that don’t you?” she whispered

He nodded again, his breathing becoming increasingly unsteady. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to speak even if he tried, all of his attention focused on the small arabesques Emilie was performing with her hips.

"What's the matter, Liji? Cat got your tongue?" She teased, lowering her head and brush her lips lightly against his.

He raised his hips slightly, tightening his grip on hers.

"I know I felt it in there a while ago," she said biting on his bottom lip. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, searching his out. "I feel something else, too."

She leaned down, pressing her whole body against his, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest. Her mouth sealed over his, her tongue sliding along his as she kissed him wetly, then pulled back her chest heaving, her breathing shallow.

“This is all wrong Liji.” She whispered. Her fingers playing in his hair as she watched his face.
“What?” he answered her, his own breathing erratic, his hips involuntarily grinding up into her.

“This.” She murmured. “You’ll think I’m a slut.’ She whispered. “I barely know you, you don’t know me, and here I am jumping your bones like a hooker on heat.” She whispered as she caressed his face with her lips and tongue.

"I don't...I don't think you're a slut," Elijah managed to groan out, his eyes back. Despite her words, Emilie's movements hadn't ceased, and if Elijah were certain, he'd guess that they were increasing.

"Yes, you will," she insisted, grinding into him. "I don't even know your favourite colour and here I am, straddling you, wanting to do dirty things to you."

"B...Blue, it's blue," Elijah stuttered.

"I know. It was just a figure of speech," Emilie laughed softly, biting down the length of Elijah's neck. "I don't want to lose your respect."

"You won't lose my respect," Elijah said in a breathless voice. "I'll respect you. Promise."

“Ah see.” Emilie smiled speaking in between long wet kisses. “Whilst I know this?” she slid her hand between them and caressed his hard length, rubbing the cotton of his boxers over the sensitive skin as she did “will respect me in the morning.” She lifted her hand to cup his face then tap her fingers gently against his temple. “I don’t even know if you respected me to start with.” She sighed before lying still against him, her weight against his body from her toes to her head nestling in his shoulder. “Do you see my quandary, my sweet Liji?” she murmured against his neck as she snuggled into him. One hand cupped the side of his head fingers playing with the hair there, the other hand slid down his body to lay over his erection.

Elijah inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying hard not to think of the soft body lying on top of him, the warm hand on his erection. He knew that she was right: he'd been thinking with the wrong head. But after the week he'd had with Dom and Billy and their endless shag marathons, it was no wonder he was in his state.

"I'm sorry," he whispered honestly. He liked Emilie, he really did. There was something about her that drew her to him, and he didn't want to risk their future relationship because he couldn't control his hormones.

"Just gimme a minute, yeah?" Elijah wrapped an arm around Emilie's waist and rolled them on their sides. He then gingerly sat up, pushing the covers off his body.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be back in a minute. I just need to..." He started to get off the bed, only to feel a warm hand on his wrist.

"I can take care of that for you."

Elijah sank back against the pillows. “Really?” he squeaked, his eyebrows shooting upwards. Then he thought about it. “No, we’d better not?” he questioned.

“Why not?” she whispered as her hand trailed down his belly and slipped inside his boxers. “It’s my fault you’re like this.”

Her fingers wrapped around him, her tiny hands and long elegant fingers closed around his heated flesh and drew a low rumble of appreciation from him.

“But?” he whimpered his hips arching up towards her hand.

“But what?” she whispered leaning over to catch his earlobe in her teeth. “I want to do this for you Liji.”

Her hand began a slow stroking motion, her thumb rubbing across his tip with every twisting up stroke.

"But you just said...respect..." Lij attempted to form a coherent thought, a difficult task to do with Emilie's skilled hands working his heated flesh.

"Shhh, Liji. You're thinking too much. Just relax." Emilie pressed their mouths together, wrapping her wet tongue around Elijah's. Her free hand slid up and down Elijah's smooth chest, stopping to tweak and tease his nipples.

Elijah was at a loss as to what to do. On one hand, he didn't want Emilie to feel pressured into doing anything, but on the other hand, he didn't want her to stop what she was doing. He gasped as she scraped her fingernails lightly up his shaft.

"You like that?"

“Ohdeargodyes.” He whimpered.

Emilie’s fingers dragged up and down his thick cock, fingernails gently scraping, her thumb swirling across his tip with every tight stroke.

“EmEmEm” he whispered over and over his hands pulling her face to his and kissing her wetly as his hips arched up into her hand.

Emilie broke away from his kiss and leaned in close to his ear. “Don’t think badly of me” she whispered “I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.” She slid lithely down his body the fingers of her free hand dancing across his bare belly. Even as her hand continued to stroke him, she closed her kiss swollen lips around his tip.

"Oh god," Elijah gasped, feeling the head of his penis enveloped in a warm, wet mouth. He felt a tongue skim over the slit, lapping up the fluid gathered there. A soft hum of approval was heard.

"You really do taste good, Liji," was whispered to him, before the mouth began steadily sucking on him.

"Godgodgod," he murmured, both her skilled hand and mouth working on him simultaneously. He could make out the fuzzy outline of her head bobbing up and down on him, and reached down to tangle his hand in her golden locks.

She sucked hungrily on his sensitive head, her hand wrapping tighter around his length. He moaned loudly as she nibbled lightly on the underside of the swollen head, putting a fist in his mouth to stifle the sound.

Elijah tried to control his breathing, tried to slow down the familiar feeling coursing its way through his body, but it was no use. He was close, too close.

"Stop, stop," he moaned, trying to move her off his shaft. The more he resisted the harder she sucked. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease. I'm gonna come. You've gotta stop."

She lifted her head slightly, her mouth still centimetres away from him. "That's exactly why I shouldn't stop."

She blew cool breath across his leaking tip, smiling as his hips arched up off the bed, then took him into her mouth again. As one hand continued to stroke his length and her tongue flicked teasingly across the slit, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him hard, her other hand moving down to roll his balls in her tiny delicate hand.

She looked up at him through long dark lashes, watching the expressions that raced across his face, hearing the incoherent words from his lips and smiled, the expression pulling her mouth even tighter around him.

Elijah's eyelids closed, his mouth dropping open slightly. His chest heaved as he clenched and unclenched the sheets beneath him.

"EmEmEm...I'm coming," he managed to say before his orgasm ripped through him.

Emilie tightened her lips around Elijah's erection, feeling his salty release coating her tongue. She swallowed everything, sucking and using her hand to squeeze out every last drop. She licked the flaccid penis clean, her tongue swirling over the over-sensitive tip.

With a slight smile, she kissed her way up his body, until their faces were once again inches from each other.

"Liji?" she asked, worry lacing her voice.

“That was amazing.” He whispered cupping her face in his hands and kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her mouth. “I could love you just for that.”
“Please don’t love me just because I can suck like a Hoover.” Emilie murmured against his face as she snuggled into the crook of him arm.
“No…I didn’t mean it like that.” He looked into her face concerned. “No one has ever done that like that for me before.”
“I’ve never done that before either Liji. Truly.” She looked at him wide eyed.

A knock sounded on the door Viggo’s voice not far behind it as the door pushed open “Ringbearer, are you okay?”
“Sweet Jesus!” Viggo’s breath left him in a rush as he took in the rooms inhabitants.
“Viggo! Hi.” Emilie smiled broadly through her crimson blushing leaning up on one elbow and extending a hand to Viggo “I’m Emilie; it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Emilie," he greeted politely, shaking her hand, then discretely wiping it on the back of his pyjama bottoms.

"Oh my god! You're so hot in person," Emilie gushed, looking longingly at Viggo through her long lashes.

"Thank you, Emilie. You're a very attractive young lady, yourself." Viggo smiled brightly at her. She beamed, a giggle escaping her lips.

"I just have to say, that I LOVED you in Rings. You totally were Aragorn, and I'm so glad that Peter got rid of that Stuart guy, because you so made the movie," she rambled, Viggo's hand still clutched possessively in hers. "No offence, Liji."

A whimper was heard from underneath the pillow, the hands gripping it turning white.

"And I loved you in Indian Runner. My friends and I must have seen it at least a hundred times. You're so hot in it and I can't believe that you did the nude scene. That was the best part of the movie, it really was."

Viggo bit back a laugh, watching as the blonde in front of him bounced happily on the bed. "Thank you, Emilie. It's always nice to hear that my work is appreciated. If you don't mind, I'd like to have a word with Elijah for a minute."

“Sure.” Emilie smiled and turned back to Elijah, lifting the pillow from his face. “Liji honey, I’m just gonna use the little girls room. I’ll be back in a flash.” She leaned down to kiss him, letting her tongue push into his mouth and trace across his teeth, tangling with his tongue, the hand on his chest toying with one nipple, before she pulled back and climbed off the bed.

“Don’t break my Liji Viggo.” She wagged a finger at him in mock anger as she flounced out of the room closing it softly behind her.

Viggo waited for the door to close and then turned back to the ringbearer. “I’m waiting Elijah?” he spoke softly.

"It's really not what it seems, Vig," Elijah began, only to stop at the look on Viggo's face.

"Are you naked underneath that blanket, Liji?" Viggo asked, stressing Elijah's new-found moniker.

The younger man nodded, ashamed at Viggo finding him in this state. He reached down to pull his pyjama bottoms up from around his knees. "Then it's exactly what it seems. I'd like you to explain to me, how Ms. De Ravin wound up in the house, more specifically your bed."

"Well, we were sending text messages to each other, and then she called me." Elijah paused and Viggo made a small sound indicating that he should continue. "We were talking and she said that she wanted to talk in person, so I invited her over, and well...here we are."

Viggo sighed, rubbing his temples as if fending off a migraine.

"You are aware that you barely know her. Don't you think that it would have been wise to wait a few days, maybe even hours, before engaging in this sort of activity?"

"Orli and Daisy aren't dating and you have no problem with them doing this! They've been sharing a room since Daisy got here."

“Orli and Daisy know each other, have known each other for 6 years.” He sighed

“Besides King, I’m an adult aren’t I.” he stated “Everybody else in this house keeps flaunting their sex lives at me and as soon as I have someone interested in me, I’ve got to behave?” he continued. “She’s lovely and we’re attracted to each other and I’m going to keep seeing her.” He sighed “We got a little out of hand but it’s all good.” He smiled wistfully remembering just how good it was. Then turned back to Viggo "We're not going to….."

"I think the word you're looking for is fuck, Liji," Em spoke from the doorway.

Viggo sighed again and turned slightly to face Emilie. "Back so soon? Very well, then I guess you can join us."

Emilie smiled happily, and bounced into the room, jumping on the bed beside Elijah. She placed a wet kiss on Elijah's cheek, then turned to Viggo holding out her hands as if to appease him.

"First of all, omigod, I think I just saw Orlando walking to the kitchen." She covered her face with her hands, screaming quietly, and finishing with an excited clap. Elijah's jaw dropped slightly, his head cocking as he stared at her.

"Viggo, you have nothing to worry about. I'm not trying to steal your Ringbearer's virtue: I'm a good girl. I'd never sleep with someone on the first date."

Running a hand through his hair, Viggo shook his head. "I'm glad to hear that, Emilie, as tonight could hardly be considered a date. That being said, I am aware that you are both adults, young adults, and there's nothing that I can do to prevent you from explore the more physical side of a relationship."

Viggo chuckled, wondering what he had done to put in this situation. "What I'm trying to say, Emilie, Elijah," he looked at pointedly at the two sitting on the bed. "If you get pregnant, you're on the first flight back to Australia, and you," he pointed at Elijah, "you I kill."

“Pregnant?” Emilie squealed “For god’s sake no. We’re not stupid Viggo.” She stated “Though.” She began thoughtfully “If that came as part of a hobbit sandwich I might reconsider.” She shook her head as if to clear the thought. “We’ll behave I promise, this was my fault tonight and it won’t happen again.” She turned to look into Elijah’s bluer than blue eyes “Until we both want it.”

“Then that is all I can ask for.” Viggo nodded sagely. “Elijah I think you should sleep on the couch tonight.”

“No he won’t.” Emilie tilted her chin defiantly “He’s all mine and I promise I won’t devour him….again tonight anyway.” She winked at Viggo. “We’ll behave.”

Viggo stared at Elijah, giving a look that sent a cold shiver up the younger man's spine. "It's not that I don't trust you, but well, I don't trust you; so this door stays ajar the entire night, very well?" Viggo strode to the door, turning the light off as he stepped out into the lit hallway. "Good night, children." He pulled the door behind him, leaving it slightly ajar.

"Oh, he's so cool," Emilie squeed wrapping her arms around Elijah's neck. "Wow. I'm in heaven; my f/list is never going to believe this."

Elijah blinked, finally registering the warm body against his.

"Now, where were we?" she whispered in his ear, taking his earlobe between her teeth.

"I don't think we should do this," he said quietly, pulling back from her embrace.

"I don't mind if the door's open. We can be quiet," she told him, moving closer still.

"It's not that; it's just, well, I'm afraid of Viggo, and I'm afraid that he'll kill me once you leave."

“I’m not afraid of Narsil, you shouldn’t be either.” She whispered “But I would like to sleep in your arms if you’re up for it?” she paused “Or we have two other options. I can go home and we can miss sunrise.” She pouted prettily. “Or you can take your pillow and your blanket and you can sleep on the sofa like an obedient little hobbit.”

“What do you want?” he murmured leaning in to kiss her softly.

“You expect me to think coherently when you’re kissing me?” she giggled “I want you to stay here but I guess you should take the sofa road.”

Nodding sadly, Elijah kissed her again, their tongues twisting playfully. Regretfully, he moved off the bed, taking the pillow and top blanket with him.

"I'm going to be so lonely in this big old bed," she pouted. "Sure you don't want to change your mind?"

"We shouldn't push him. He's on a short fuse." Elijah leaned, kissing Emilie once more, smiling as she snuggled into his side of the bed. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Night, Liji," she called out as he squeezed through the door, pulling it closed behind him.

With a frown on his face, Elijah stomped into the living room, throwing himself on the uncomfortable couch. He kicked his feet in the air and punched his pillow angrily before covering his head with the blanket.

The light in the kitchen turned off, and steady footsteps approached the couch. He lowered the blanket to his nose, looking up to see the blurry outline of Viggo, the smirk on his face very noticeable.

"Smart choice, Master Hobbit," he laughed. "Sweet dreams."

Comments

[loozy.livejournal.com]

I like how Viggo still presides over the Hobbits...

[lhiam.livejournal.com]

*squees madly!!!!*

I just found this again after months and months and months and.....just had to read it in a rush last night and it's so perfect and..... *gasps* *tries to remember to breathe while rambling on*

*bounces*

Just know that I am happy that you have written this...cause it's so....monaboydelicious!!!!!

[v-angelique.livejournal.com]

Should I be honest?

Yes, I will be honest. I don't like Emilie at all in this, which saddens me. Cause I do like her in r/l. But yeah. Lijah needs to NOT TOUCH THAT WITH A TEN FOOT POLE. So yeah, I can't really tell if this is on purpose but I hope they won't end up together... she's kind of creepy. Okay, rather, a lot of creepy. Yikes!

[daydreambeleevr.livejournal.com]

Elijah screamed and covered his ears with his hands, rocking back and forth in his chair. "Serenity now. Serenity now,"

oh fuck me, that was hilarious. i think i just scared my cat, laughing so loud!

and what a hosemonster Em is. dude. i had no idea. :grin: i think she makes the classic argument, that it's easy to feel we "know" the guys, because of how familiar we are with their work and their interviews (both print and media). They must all have women, girls of all ages, shapes and sizes throwing themselves at them all. the. time. The fact the Em is in the industry might make it a little different, but she still seems like such a hardcore fan girl. Would it have made a difference if it were Orli and not Elijah planning the party? would she have tried to hook up with him instead? There is a side of me that is positively thrilled that we've moved forward enough that women are free to engage in pleasurable activities as the desire takes them. just like men. Again, this chapter was just chalked full of lol funny moments. excellent job!

[emma-took.livejournal.com]

Viggo is house daddy!! haha...So now everyone has someone...except him..poor Vig..

Emilie is such a fangirl haha!!

[fromperdition.livejournal.com]

Omigod. I completely love your guyses Emilie! Fricken awesome, it's like carbon copy me, and every other rabid fan girl out there!
I loved this chapter, Elijah and Em are so cute.

[katze-boston.livejournal.com]

Very nice! despite the het!slash <*grin*>

I thought the texting bits were too cute for words. :-)

[divinemadam.livejournal.com]

Poor Liji! He seems to get the short end of the stick all of the time! At least he got some release. Emilie is quite the force to be reckoned with, isn't she? I died laughing at her ramblings about other members of the fellowship! I can't wait for more!

[owlgrey.livejournal.com]

I love the humour of this! Naughty little Lij!

[darkfaery1.livejournal.com]

I'm not quite sure how I feel about Em in this chapter. I hope she calms down a bit once her Liji fix is somewhat sated. Elijah's reactions, though, are priceless as usual.

[waqaychay.livejournal.com]

i just caught up on this and i have to say that i think emilie is a slut! *lol* but who could blame her, really? i'd do lij in a minute, too. ;P of course, it could be blamed on the house, too. that much sexual energy in one place just has to spill out into anyone who visits, or the place would just explode.