Educating Elijah

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Title: Educating Elijah
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, maybe.
Summary: A change of plans leads to an unexpected discovery.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: For my dear friend, frojane, because I don’t write nearly enough Elijah for her.
A/N 2: I wrote this and then forgot about it. Oops. Sorry. Enjoy, and Happy Friday!



It was supposed to be a night out to a club with the hobbits and Orlando. First, the elf called to beg off after he wrenched his back during a stunt on set and wasn't interested in parting company with his heating pad. Then Sean rang with his apologies, citing a family night was required, as per his better half's request. Finally, the youngest of the group had to cancel, because Frodo was needed in a meeting with Peter that is expected to last several hours.

Hanging up the phone, Billy turns his attention to Dom, who has made himself comfortable, stretched out on the couch and is trying not to look disappointed that their night out is disintegrating right before his eyes.

"I guess that leaves you and me, Pip," Dom comments. "Still want to hit the club?"

"Not really," Billy admits. "Sit up, yeh lazy bugger."

"Oi! I was just warming it up for you because you've been complaining about being cold," Dom shoots back with a scoff. "And this is the thanks I get."

Once Dom has shifted into a seated position, Billy sinks down to the couch beside him, only a few inches separating them.

"So what do you feel like?" Billy inquires. "Go out to eat? Order some takeaway?"

Pursing his lips in thought, Dom glances over at the window. "Is it starting to rain again?"

"Takeaway it is," Billy decides. "I was wet all bloody day."

"Nappie trouble?" Dom teases, snickering and recoiling when the other man swats at him.

"Fucker," Billy growls.

"What do you feel like?" Dom asks, grinning until Billy can't help but laugh. "Pasta? Chinese? Pizza? Thai?"

"We could cook," Billy muses aloud, giving Dom a sideways glance. "You worked in a restaurant, yeah?"

"You'd trust me in your kitchen?"

The Scotsman ponders this idea for a moment. "I’ll get the takeaway menus."

Billy returns from the kitchen with a handful of flyers and two bottles of chilled beer, handing one to Dom before sitting down again.

"Ta."

"So, you said pizza?"

"It doesn't matter to me, but I am getting hungry," Dom says, rubbing his stomach with his free hand. "You like Thai. What's going to be the fastest?"

"Pizza, most likely."

"What do you want?"

"By the time we decide, the bloody restaurants are going to be closed," Billy says with a dry laugh. "Let's toss the menus on the floor and whichever lands on top we order from. Sound good?"

"I’m feeling brave tonight. Go ahead."

A flurry of folded pamphlets fill the air, and both men lean forward to survey the results. Once a clear winner has been identified, they look at one another.

"Pizza," they announce in unison.

"Can you go ahead and call?" Dom asks as he pushes himself up off the couch. "I need to run to the loo."

"Nappie trouble?" Billy asks, giggling at his own joke while Dom rolls his eyes in dramatic fashion.

"Bloke thinks he's a bloody comedian," Dom grumbles good-naturedly, not all that upset that it'll just be the two of them hanging out tonight, as he rather enjoys Billy's company.

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It's while waiting for the pizza to arrive that Billy gives into Dom's request, and tells a few memorable stories of his time while working in the theatre. The Englishman knows that it's one of his favorite subjects, next to Scotland, of course, and Billy is in the middle of a particularly humorous anecdote when he notices Dom staring rather intently. It's not the staring that peaks his interest, but that the younger man's eyes seem to be locked on his mouth.

"Dom?"

"Hmm?"

"Have I got something stuck in my teeth?" Billy inquires mildly.

"What? No," Dom replies quickly, shifting in his seat. "Sorry. Keep talking."

"You were staring at my mouth," Billy points out, watching a blush rise up Dom's neck and spread across his cheeks.

"I was just caught up in what you were saying," Dom insists weakly, suddenly feeling horribly shy and averting his gaze. "It was a good story."

"And here I was thinking that it looked like you wanted to kiss me," Billy muses aloud, watching Dom's head jerk up in shock, eyes wide.

"What?"

Feigning nonchalance, Billy shrugs. "Guess I was wrong."

"I didn't, uh, I mean- I'm sorry if-"

Soft, cherubic lips close over Dom's, Billy silencing his protest with an unexpected, gentle kiss, a thumb sliding back and forth over Dom's cheekbone in a lazy caress.

"There's nothing wrong with blokes kissing, Dommeh," Billy says quietly when they finally part. "Everyone knows I'm dead fond of yeh. We're best mates. I don't see a problem with showing some affection, do you?"

"No," Dom replies shyly, gazing up at him through a curtain of long eyelashes.

"Good. Now be honest with me. Was that as good as you imagined it would be when you were staring at my mouth?" Billy adds, watching Dom's expressive eyes, seeking the truth. “Thinking about it?”

"No," Do, murmurs, biting down on his lower lip for a brief moment. "It was so much better."

A warm smile turns up the corners of Billy's mouth, and their eyes remain locked until the ringing of the doorbell breaks the spell.

"Pizza's here," Billy offers in response to Dom's frown at the intrusion. "You said you were hungry. Remember?"

"Right," Dom answers. He then chuckles at himself at how easily he was distracted.

He's still smiling when Billy gives him a quick, laughing kiss on the cheek before rising to his feet so he can get the door.

"There's nothing wrong with blokes kissing," Dom repeats to himself, a fingertip moving from his cheek to his mouth and back again. He's so glad the others canceled, so it's just him and Billy tonight, because he wouldn't have wanted to miss this for the world.

* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *

It's nearly a week later when Elijah drops by the trailer that Dom and Billy share, in the hopes of rescheduling the night out that he missed out on. Since the hobbits have an open door policy with one another, the American doesn't bother knocking before entering, only to stop short when his gaze falls on something completely unexpected.

It's an intimate moment Elijah's interrupted, that much he knows for sure; two bodies entwined on the narrow bed, legs tangled and mouths locked together. Splayed possessively across Billy's lower back is a pair of long fingered hands, the older man tipping his head to one side so he can deepen the open-mouthed kiss he and Dom are engaged in. A breathy sigh pushes past Dom's rosy lips to caress Billy's cheek, drowsy eyes fluttering open for a moment, and then the lazy exchange is slowly brought to an end.

"Hey Lij," Dom offers in greeting, his voice raspy. "We didn't hear you come in."

"Uh, yeah." Elijah swallows hard, knowing that his cheeks are flaming red, thanks to his embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I-"

"There's nothing wrong with blokes kissing, Lij," Billy interrupts, clearly quite comfortable with being nestled between Dom's splayed thighs. "Is there?"

The younger man takes a moment to consider Billy's words as his wide-eyed gaze drifts back and forth between the faces of the couple before him. They seem happy, faces flushed with excitement and arousal, but also relaxed and content.

"No," Elijah says finally, slowly nodding his head and then breaking out into a wide smile. "Nothing wrong with it at all."

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