Freaking the Fuck Out
Title: Freaking the Fuck Out Author: escapist_art Pairing: DM/BB/EW Word Count: 1979 Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't know Dominic Monaghan, Billy Boyd, or Elijah Wood. This is a fictional tale only meant for entertainment purposes. None of this is fact, and though the characters may be based on real people, this story is in no way a reflection of their true characters or lives. Summary: Elijah discovers something that freaks him out. Warnings: Violence, M/M, cursing, implied rape, BDSM Author's notes: Written for absolutefiction's writing prompt of Elijah getting slapped.
Naked, Dom was bound face first on the kitchen table. His arms and legs were spread wide, and his prick bounced free just below the surface of the table. Billy had used a combination of both of their belts, a scarf, and a necktie, to tie Dom's wrists and ankles to the table legs. The rest of Dom's clothing was scattered over the kitchen floor in rumpled heaps.
Billy was disheveled; his shirt pulled crooked as it draped open from his shoulders, and his well-worn jeans hung open at the waist. One of his shoes was near the door, while he still had the other one on. Panting, Billy ran his shaking hand through his hair, making it stand out in all directions.
"Just remember, this was all your doing, you manky bastard," Billy growled at Dom as he gave him a hard thwack on one well-rounded cheek, and then moved in behind him.
A loud gasp came from in back of them, followed by the crashing of glass and cans, mixed with the sound of paper crumpling. Billy rounded on the intruder, only to find Elijah standing in the kitchen doorway, his eyes enormous and nearly bulging out from his head. Pointing at Dom, Elijah made as if to speak, but nothing would come out. Finally a squeaking jumble of sounds made it past his lips, and were soon followed by a high-pitched, "What the fuck?! What?! Holy shit!"
Looking a mixture of amused and embarrassed, Billy glanced back at Dom, and then at the mound of ruined groceries on the floor. There were rivulets of thick red paste, and thin yellow liquid, all mixed in with a larger pool of white. The mess seemed to bother Billy the most, and he made a move to start tidying it up. "Here, let me help with that," he muttered as he moved forward.
Holding up his spread hands in front of himself protectively, Elijah made more wordless sounds, and shook his head hard. "You just stay back! What the hell is going on in here? Why the fuck do you have Dominic tied up?" Voice going up louder and higher, he flailed toward the man in question, "And naked! On my kitchen table! What the fuck?!"
His dignity and pride beginning to suffer, Dom stretched to look back over his shoulder. "Billy? Red! Could you let me loose now, please?" he asked in an imploring tone. Playtime was obviously over, and he wasn't prepared to remain a spectacle for much longer.
It wasn't much of a decision to choose which he should do first, untie Dom, or calm Elijah's fears. Once he heard the safe word, he knew what had to be done. Turning back to Dom, he tutted as he crossed over towards him. "Sorry, Dommeh, I'll have you free in a second," Billy answered. Suddenly Billy felt a hand wrapping hard around his bicep, and he was slammed up against the refrigerator.
After leaping over the mess on the floor, Elijah flew at Billy. He had no idea of what was going on, all he knew was that it looked like Billy was up to no good. "You stay away from him!" he screeched, his face wild, and just inches away from Billy's. Elijah had Billy's arms pinned to the fridge, and he looked almost insane. "Now tell me what the fuck you think you're doing to Dom!" he demanded shrilly, spittle spraying Billy's face.
"Hey, guys? Could you just untie me? Please?" came Dom's plea, sounding frightened and small. He couldn't see much of what was going on, but it sounded scary, and he felt extremely vulnerable. In his mind he was picturing headlines where Elijah and Billy had knocked each other out, and Dom had been found bound naked to a table nearby. It would not be good for any of them. "Guys?"
Billy turned his face away from Elijah, wishing that he could wipe the spit off on something. "Look, just let me loose. I'll free Dom, then we'll explain everything, yeah?" he said, trying to calm the situation.
It only seemed to upset Elijah more. Glancing over at Dom, Elijah turned back to Billy, his eyes hard. Digging his small hands deeper into Billy's flesh, he shoved him up higher, making him stand on tiptoes. "Are you insane? I'm not letting you go until I find out what the hell is going on! Now fucking tell me!" he screamed in Billy's face.
That was it. Billy lost all his patience with the other man. Dom was tied helpless to the table, begging to be freed, and Elijah had lost his mind. There was no if, and, or but to a safe word; he'd never violated that trust, and he wasn't about to start now. "Get off me!" he growled. Struggling, he shoved Elijah off of himself, and when Elijah came right back after him again, Billy slapped him hard across the face. The sound felt like it would ring out for a century.
Elijah wasn't really a brawler, and had never gotten into working out. He was naturally fit, and wiry, but no match for the Scot. That didn't stop him, though. Filled with rage and fear, he had shot right back at Billy as soon as he had thrown him off. The next thing he knew there was an open hand coming at his face, and he had no time to duck it. The blow was hard, sending him twisting sideways and stumbling on the wet floor. His own gasp sounded loud to his ears. One whole side of his face throbbed with pain, and he naturally reached for it while he tumbled to his knees. Stunned, he stayed kneeling with one hand on the floor, and the other to his cheek, while he panted.
Billy could hardly believe that he had hit Elijah, but he had no time to stand about wondering over it. Darting to the table, he undid Dom's wrists first, then went to work on his ankles. "God, Dom, I'm so fucking sorry. Never meant for this to happen. Swear to God, I would never leave you like this if I had a choice," Billy apologized profusely while he worked. The hand he used to slap Elijah stung and ached, but he would worry over that later.
As soon as Dom's hands were freed, Dom straightened up and rubbed over his wrists. He looked both embarrassed and worried as he glanced over at Elijah. "Um, Lij, I wanted him to tie me up. It's okay, there's no reason for you to be upset," he told Elijah in a quiet voice. Sucking in his lower lip, he ran his teeth over it while he watched the other man. Finally his legs were free, and Dom wrapped an arm around Billy's shoulders, then rested his head on one. "I know. Thanks, Bills," he said softly as he cuddled up to the other man.
Mouth hanging open, Elijah looked between the two men. He couldn't quite process what had just happened. It felt as though the whole side of his face was swelling to enormous proportions, his eye on that side was throbbing, and both knees of his jeans were soaked through. It couldn't be real, except that it clearly was. Dom was still naked, the groceries were still scattered across the floor, and the things Billy had used to tie Dom up with were on the table. "Why?" he asked Dom, his eyes still seeming too large for his head.
Pressing his lips together, Billy started gathering Dom's scattered clothes from the floor. It made his stomach sink when Elijah flinched away from him, fear in his eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you, you daftie. If you hadn't gone off your nut, I never would have slapped you," Billy commented quietly. In his heart he knew that it would take time for Elijah to trust him again. After checking the clothing for signs of broken glass and damp, he passed it over to Dom.
The question made Dom's eyes drop, and he crossed his arms over his chest uncomfortably. "Why? Why did I want him to tie me up? Or, uh," shifting on his bare feet, he rubbed a hand across his scruffy chin, "why did I want him to spank me...and stuff?" As he asked he looked back at Elijah, his cheeks colouring. Taking the clothes from Billy, he tugged on his jeans and started doing them up. To be honest, he wasn't really that certain of why himself, he just knew that he liked it, and that Billy liked to do it.
As if a light bulb suddenly went off in his head, it clicked that Billy wasn't torturing Dom, or on the verge of raping him. Elijah realized that the two of them were much more than friends. "Oh God," he muttered. Then, getting a little louder as it went on, "Oh God. Oh, God!" Looking wildly between the two men, he clambered to his feet. "You're, you, and you were about to... On my kitchen table?!" he asked incredulously as his arms waved about. Looking shocked, he shook his head and said lower, "Oh my God." Meeting the other men's eyes, he said, "I'm so sorry. If I'd known about you two, this never would have happened."
Billy thought to zip his jeans back up, and started buttoning his shirt. Looking up at Elijah, he gave a shrug. "You didn't know, though, did you?" he said, then waggled a finger at Elijah's reddened cheek, "Sorry about that. You were just a tad hysterical." Glancing back at the pile of smashed groceries, Billy sighed, "Sorry about that, as well. I'll clean it all up."
Dom pulled his shirt the right way out while he listened to the two other men, a little quieter than usual. "If you'd like," he said, looking at Elijah, "I'll go and replace all of that. Just tell me what it was, and I'll go right now," he said as he fiddled with his t-shirt before tugging it on over his head.
Looking at Billy, he sighed, "It's alright. Thanks, man." Elijah's fingers ran lightly over the place where he had been struck. He shook his head hard, and waved off Dom's offer, "No. No, no. I'll change and go get it all again. Just stay off my kitchen table," he teased, the corners of his mouth curling up. Then he grabbed a couple of ice cubes from the refrigerator and skirted around the mess on the floor as he left the room.
Crossing to the cupboard, Billy drug out the mop, broom, trash pail, and dust bin. He quietly sorted through the mess, discarding anything that couldn't be saved. After Elijah left, he gave Dom a serious look, and said very quietly, "We've got a bit of a problem, mate."
Joining Billy in the clean up, Dom turned on the water in the sink and started washing off the things that Billy handed to him. Eyebrows raising, he leaned in closer, and spoke softly, "Yeah? What's that, then?"
Glancing out the kitchen doorway first, Billy stretched closer and said conspiratorially, "I think that one has a crush on you. Seemed awfully protective, didn't he?"
Dom huffed out a short laugh, shaking his head, "No, come on. He's straight, there's no way." When he turned back to wash off a few more things, he swallowed as he started thinking over their relationship, and whether Elijah had ever seemed flirtatious in the least. Chewing lightly on his lower lip, he looked back at Billy, worried, "What are we going to do?"
Billy grinned up at Dom from where he was squatting, and said with a laugh, "Wait 'til he gets back with the shopping, and help him put it away. Then tie him to the table."