A/N: This story is loosely based off of Stephen King's Lisey's Story.
Disclaimer: This is not real. I do not know these people and probably never will and most like DM and EW are not gay
Summary: Dominic and Elijah have been together for years. That is until Dominic dies. One year later, after recieving a call from Matthew Monaghan, Elijah sifts through Dom's personal journals and other memorbilia and takes a heartwrenching trip down memory lane.
8 Elijah yawned at the sound of the alarm clock and stretched out the kinks in his muscles. He blinked against the blinding light that streamed through the window and rubbed his hand against his eyes. He frowned as he realized that he had fallen asleep in his clothes again. Fuck, he hated when he did that, even though it’s been something he’s been doing for the past two years now. No Dom to remind him to undress. No Dom to undress him in the throes of passion….just no Dom really…
He moaned at the pain in his heart over that thought. Dom no longer existed, his soul mate had vanished, leaving only bittersweet memories. It was unfair. He laid there in the oppressive silence of the house, his eyes closed as he imagined that Dom was there, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, when the shrill ring of the phone blasted through he still air, making the vision dissipate.
Fuck. It was too early for this. Pressing the pillow over his head, Elijah waited for the machine to pick up, hoping that it was another bill collector that he was able to ignore or that the caller would assume that he wasn’t at home, probably out for a run or something.
“Elijah!” Hannah’s cheery voice spoke through the answer machine. “Doodle! Wake up, birthday boooy!”
“Fuck,” Elijah cursed, now scooting even more beneath the blanket, as if Hannah was in the house looking for him. He had hoped that his birthday would pass without anyone noticing. He was in no mood to celebrate another year of life. Especially life without Dom to share it with. Dom had always made his birthdays special…even when Dom, himself, had been in a very shitty mood.
“Come on Elijah! I know that you’re up! Pick up the phone!”
“Sod off!” Elijah threw his pillow at the machine, unaware that he had just used Dom’s phrase when he was normally upset and had wanted to be alone.
“I’m coming over unless you pick up the phone. Humph, you’re probably up in that attic, drowning yourself in misery again,” She sighed, her voice sad. “Do you really think Dom would have wanted you to do this to yourself? Sitting alone in that house, day in and day out? Trying your damnest to stay in the past? You know he wouldn’t…”
Ok. That was enough. Now she was invoking Dom’s name and that wasn’t fair. Forcing himself out of bed, cursing the whole way, he grabbed the phone and ripped it off the holder. “Fuck you Hannah! You don’t know what Dom would have wanted!”
“There he is!” No indignation laced her voice. In fact, she sounded rather satisfied with herself, feeding Elijah’s anger even more.
“What do you think you’re doing, calling this early?! Using Dom’s name against me…?!”
“Oh stop sounding so pathetic, Elijah. This is your birthday and I mean to celebrate it with you. Even if I have to use his name to do so. Besides, you know I’m right or else you wouldn’t be so pissed.”
Elijah groaned, burying his now aching heard in his hand. He was in no mood for this at all. He just wanted to be left alone, especially today of all days. “Hannah, please…not today. I…I just can’t…”
“You will. I’ll leave you to mope the rest of the morning away, but this afternoon and evening, you’re mine. Fair warning.”
“Like hell I am! Hannah…!”
Elijah’s protests were answered by the drone of the dial tone. Hannah had hung up, unwilling to hear anymore of Elijah’s attempts to get out of celebrating his birthday.
“Fuck. This is all I need,” he grumbled as he hung up the phone, his mood even worse than it was before the call. “Why can’t everyone just leave me the fuck alone?”
“Because they love you, baby. They’re your friends. They just want to take care of you.” Dom’s voice. It had shown up in his head every now and then. Especially when things got so bad, Elijah couldn’t see straight.
“I don’t need them to take care of me. I just need them to leave me alone,” Elijah spoke aloud to the empty room, half-way expecting Dom to answer, but of he course he didn’t. He never did.
Cursing again, he turned on his side and looked at the empty space that Dom had once occupied, another memory making it’s way to the forefront of his mind. His birthday…his very first birthday with Dom…
~*~ January 28, 1999
“Ow…” Sean winced as Dom collided into him once again and knocked him down the hill they had tumbled down thousands of times before. “Dom what did I do? I thought we were friends…”
Dom got to his feet, brushing the loose grass and dirt from his costume. He really didn’t know why, but he had woken up in a bad mood that day and it was growing worse by the hour. Sadly, Sean was receiving the affects. “Sorry mate. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’ve just been in a bad mood all day.”
“Hey!” Billy joined them at the bottom of the hill, followed by a yawning Elijah. “What was that all about Dom?”
Dom shrugged, looking very apologetic. He really hadn’t meant to be so hard on Sean. Maybe someone should suggest to Pete that they take the rest of the day off. Give Sean a rest and himself time to get back to the cheery Dom he usually is. “Sorry mate…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Sean chuckled, now brushing off his own clothes. “But I think we had broken Elijah’s contacts.”
Dom glanced at Elijah, who stood a little bit off to himself, looking rather bored. He frowned. There was something about today, other than his obvious bad mood. Something having to do with Elijah…
“Hey Elwood!” Billy sauntered up to the younger actor. “What’s going on? You should go kiss Dommie. I do believe it may just be the thing to put him back in a jolly temperament again.”
Elijah just glanced over at Dom, thoughtfully, thinking that a perfect birthday gift would be spending the day with just his boyfriend. Not here filming this scene over and over again. But no one ever knew it was his birthday, since he hadn’t said anything and they had no choice but to film this scene until they had gotten it right. “I think it’ll take a lot more than a kiss to cheer Dom up…”
“You seem a bit down yourself, Lij. What’s going on? You two didn’t have a fight did you?”
“No, no. No fight. I had just pictured spending the day doing something different is all,” Elijah shrugged. “Not spending it tumbling down the hill numerous times…”
Billy frowned, even more confused. Why was today so different from any other?
“Ok! Back to work guys!” Pete ordered, trudging onto the set, a bit irritated. “Let’s get it right this time! I doubt that Elijah wants to spend his birthday tumbling down a hill over and over again!”
Everyone’s eyes widened with shock at the realization. Elijah looked over at Dom and giggled. His boyfriend looked as if he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him.
Walking over, he gave Dom a reassuring kiss. “You didn’t forget. I just didn’t tell anyone…”
“Why? I would have gotten you something…”
“You already have,” Elijah smiled, holding up his ring finger that bore the ring Dom had given him a month ago. “Nothing can ever top this.”
Dom blushed, holding Elijah’s hand in a soft grip. “Still…you should have told me…”
“It’s not like we could have done much today, anyway…”
“But we can still do something tonight,” Dom kissed him again, before releasing his hand. “Let’s get this scene over with…I have some planning to do…”
~*~ Present day
Elijah smiled at the memory of that day. He had never found out what had caused Dom’s bad mood that morning and he had been sure that their friends insistence on taking him out for a boisterous celebration would have worsened his lover’s mood, but it hadn’t.
He smiled, thinking of that first birthday with Dom. It had been one of the best nights of his life. It was the night where everything had changed…
~*~
January 28, 1999
Elijah followed a silent Dom into his trailer. Dom hadn’t said one word at the bar the guys had dragged them to after they had finally finished filming for the day. No one except Elijah and maybe Billy noticed that the usually talkative Dom was silent. They probably connected it with the sullen mood he had been in all that day.
Finally, after two hours of loud music and cigarette smoke, Elijah had had enough. He wanted to go home and spend some quiet time with Dom. Orlando had given them a hard time of course, but Elijah had been insistent.
“I thought we’d never get out of there,” he sighed, collapsing onto the couch. “I didn’t even want to go out, which was why I hadn’t said anything in the first place…”
“Poor thing,” Dom smiled, at last feeling more relaxed than he had all that day. Elijah wasn’t the only one glad to finally be free of all the noise of the party that their mates had insisted on throwing in Elijah’s honor. “We’re alone at last though. No Orli, no Billy…just you and me.”
Elijah smiled at that. Just the two of them. That been all he had wanted since he had woken up that morning. “At fucking last, huh?”
“Yeah…So Doodle. How old are you today?” Dom teasingly asked, tossing Elijah a beer. “Sixty-four?”
No, you doofuss,” Elijah giggled.
“Sixty?”
“Nope.”
“Twelve?!”
“Dom!” Elijah howled with laughter, throwing a cushion at his giggling boyfriend. Fuck, no one makes him laugh like Dom does. “Nineteen asshole.”
“Nineteen,” Dom looked thoughtful, his eyes unreadable.
“I’m legal,” Elijah frowned, feeling a bit defensive.
“Never said that you weren’t,” Dom took a seat. “But Pete wasn’t kidding when he said you were young…”
“Well you’re not an old man yourself, Dom. You’re barely as old as I am…”
Dom laughed. “Jesus, aren’t we defensive.”
“You would be too if everyone kept bringing up your age.”
“Well I happen to like nineteen. It’s a good age to be.”
“Really?” Elijah looked up, meeting Dom’s eyes, again pondering exactly color they could be . One minute he swears that they’re a light blue and the next they seem gray.
“Yeah…very mature and…”
All words were lost as their lips met after a full minute of their faces moving closer and closer. Elijah sighed as he leaned into Dom’s embrace, feeling strong, secure arms wrap around his body that for some unfathomable reason wouldn’t stop trembling..
A sense of anticipation filled both boys as Dom’s tongue slid into Elijah’s mouth, rubbing against the soft flesh of the younger man’s tongue. Moaning, Elijah fell onto his back, pulling Dom along with him. He was lost in Dom and at that point the didn’t want to be found.
Being as gentle and no demanding as possible, Dom’s hand slid up under Elijah’s shirt, marveling at how soft the porcelain-complexioned skin was…how warm. Elijah’s own hands pushed Dom’s shirt up over pink skin, a rush of excitement shot through him. He had never gone this far with Dom before. They had always kept their passion at simple kisses and hugs. There had never been a thought of taking it any further than that…
But that had changed…at least for Dom it had. He wanted to do so much more than kiss and hug. He wanted to touch Elijah. Do things with him that he had only heard about, but was Elijah ready? Dom didn’t think so…at least not until that very moment, with Elijah’s hand stroking his bare skin and his tongue wrapped around his, causing his pants to become even tighter.
Everything was going at an even pace. Their kisses were long and luxurious, their moans soft and sweet as hands moved along bare skin. But all that changed when Dom’s hand found it’s way to Elijah’s clad groin.
Elijah tensed and withdrew from the kiss, looking at Dom with big, confused eyes. “Dom?”
“Elijah,” Dom panted, his desire almost overwhelming, his hand remaining on Elijah’s body.
Elijah swallowed, not knowing how far he should let this go. He wanted Dom. Fuck, he wanted him bad…but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to take such a big step. This wasn’t like sex with a girl…this was quite different.
“I…I don’t know Dom…”
“It’s alright,” Dom reassured his antsy boyfriend, keeping his own desire at bay. “I’ll take care of you.”
Those five words made Elijah melt and willing to give Dom almost anything, but something he couldn’t quite say was holding him back. “I know you will. You always do…but I’m…I’m just not ready…”
Dom looked at Elijah, his expression grim as his hand remained where it was. After a few more seconds, Dom finally removed his hand with a resigned sigh. “Ok…I understand.”
“Do you?” Elijah grabbed his arm, his eyes pleading for understanding. “It’s not that I don’t want to…I do. I just…I just can’t. Not all the way anyway…”
Dom frowned, confused with what Elijah was telling him. Despite wanting to make love, he couldn’t at least, not all the way. What did that mean? “Baby, I’m confused. What are you saying here?”
“I can do hard jobs…if you want,” Elijah blushed, lowering his intense stare, not knowing how Dom would react. “I can touch you…or you can touch me…”
Dom smiled and kissed him long and deep, his tongue flicking against Elijah’s lips, asking for admittance. He pulled away, his gaze meeting Elijah’s. I’ll touch you. Would that be ok?”
Elijah nodded, his eyes wide, his kiss-swollen lips parted. “I love you, Dom.”
“I love you too. Now relax…”
Elijah leaned back even more and tried his best to relax and not think about what was about to happen. This was his first sexual experience as a gay man. It may not be all the way gay sex…but it was still something and he wanted it to be good for Dom as well as himself. He laid back, his legs parted, panting heavily as Dom’s slender fingers unzipped his jeans, releasing the aching erection. Looking up at his boyfriend with nervous eyes, Elijah swallowed, wondering what was to come next.
Dom’s fingers gently wrapped around the swollen shaft, sliding gently against it, eliciting a moan from Elijah, whose own fingers tightened on the cushion of the couch. He swallowed and let his hips thrust a little into Dom’s grip, seeking friction. “Fuck, that feels good…don’t…stop…”
Electric shocks of pleasure shot through his groin as Dom’s fingers tightened around his now pounding cock and he continued to stroke him. His hips moved continuously, thrusting his cock against Dom’s palm, adding more friction, causing his cock to harden even more…
“Mmmm, Dom…ahhh…” his back arched as slender fingers pushed his jeans further down and began to gently play with his balls. Soon enough, he felt the pressure begin to build. “I’m gonna…”
“Shhh, it’s ok. Let it happen, love,” Dom smiled, his voice soft, reassuring, accepting. How he loved seeing Elijah like this, so full of ecstasy. No worries. Just the two of them.
“Mmm…” Elijah moaned as his cock gave a jerk and spelt seed into Dom’s hand. Panting, he opened his eyes and looked into Dom’s. “Sorry…”
“Don’t be sorry,” Dom giggled, finding a towel to wipe his hand, winking at his young lover. “That’s what this act is all about. Just letting go…and release…”
“Do you want me to touch you?” Elijah asked, his eyes round and bright, his hand reaching for Dom.
Dom smiled gently, a thumb caressing Elijah’s lips. “Only if you want to…”
“I want to…” Elijah panted, unzipping Dom’s jeans, his eyes widening at the view of Dom’s cock. He swallowed and looked up into Dom’s eyes. “Wow…”
Dominic just giggled and kissed his lover deeply, moaning as he felt Elijah’s hand wrap around his throbbing cock. He closed his eyes and got lost in the sensations that Elijah’s hands sent through him. The warm sweet mouth moving against his along with the slender hand that was pumping his aching cock. After a few minutes he came, moaning silently into Elijah’s mouth. Pulling away, he smiled, his love for his boyfriend burning in his eyes. “I love you…”
~*~
Present day… I love you. He’d never forget those words, coming from Dom after the first hand job Elijah had ever received and given. I love you. Three words he’ll never hear again. He could still remember the feelings of that moment. Anxiety, pleasure, love, desire…he had craved Dom more than he had ever craved anything. He craved him now.
Closing his eyes, he reached out a hand, and moved it as if he was touching Dom’s shoulder. Soft, gentle, lovingly…he closed his eyes and could almost feel the heat of Dom’s skin beneath his fingers. The tawny muscles and how they moved…the smooth skin…the brush of silken hair. And the kiss of swollen lips…
“Dom…” Elijah sighed, lost in the memory. “Don’t leave…stay with me…”
The feeling of Dom’s presence was so strong…Elijah could have sworn that he was there, that when he opened his eyes, he’d see Dom in bed, a gentle smile on his lips, telling him that it had all been a bad dream. But when Elijah opened his eyes, Dom wasn’t there. The bed was empty and the space that would have contained Dom was empty and cold.
“I can’t do this…I can’t…” Elijah sobbed, covering his face with his hands, not knowing how anyone could expect him to make it. Dom had been his oxygen and now that he was dead, it was like Elijah was living without air…