spikessweetgirl (spikessweetgirl) wrote in fieldsofgold, @ 2009-01-07 11:24:00 |
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Chapter 6
Christmas 2007
Elijah sighed, as he stood at the window, watching his neighbors get ready to go away for the holidays. Cars were packed and houses were locked. Everyone was heading for a place covered in ice and snow, while he stayed here in sunny
He sighed and turned away from the window, his holiday mood nonexistent. He was still not finished with the task of going through memories. After Billy’s visit, he had indeed tried to go back to the task, but something in him just wouldn’t let him. The past few weeks had been a fucking roller coaster for his emotions and he just couldn’t take anymore. So, he had returned to his lonely life, keeping Dom at the back of his mind. Letting his task linger and linger some more, until that morning, when Matthew called, wanting to know if he had found the picture yet.
“I really need it…”
“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just so hard…”
“I can come look for myself,If you’d just allow me…”
“No! No, I’ll do it…I’ll find the picture. I’m sorry it’s taking me so long, but it will get done…”
Standing against the door, his eyes closed tight, Elijah wished he had listened to Matthew and let him look for the picture himself…but each time he thought about giving in, his heart screamed about Dominic’s memories and how they were private and meant for his eyes alone. He bit his lip as he suppressed the urge to throw something, to curse Dom for dying and leaving him with this silent house and leaving this empty shell he had become. Cursing him for not giving Matthew the fucking picture when it was taken.
He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep, yet shuddering breath, reigning in his emotions. It was time to begin his search again and he needed them under some semblance of control. Opening his eyes, straightening his clothes, smoothing out any wrinkles, he made his way up to the attic, ready to tackle the memories once again.
Everything was right where he had left it weeks ago. Items he had already gone through were stashed away on the opposite side of the room. Items he had yet to go through were right in front of him, ready for his perusal.
A smile brushed his lips as he saw a withered mistletoe, laying on top of the first box he came to. Tears sprang to his eyes along with the memory as he picked it up and stared at it in disbelief.
“I can’t believe this thing has lasted for this entire time…”
He lifted the plant to his nose and inhaled, a memory slipping over him, already taking him back to a time where Dom still existed and their love had been so new….
December 1999
Elijah stood inside the terminal, pacing, ignoring the sense of loss. He couldn’t understand this. Right now, he should be happy. Full of anticipation to see his family again. But all he could think of was Dominic and how this was going to be the first time they were going to be an ocean apart since they’ve gotten together. Elijah understood why Dominic turned down the offer to spend Christmas in the
He was about to head over to the roll of seats to wait for his flight when a arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him against a strong, familiar chest.
“Guess who,” the familiar British voice whispered into his ear, causing shivers to travel through his body
“Dommie…,” Elijah giggled, turning around to gaze into familiar blue-grey eyes.
Dom grinned, pleased that Elijah recognized his voice so easily. He pulled the younger man close, his nose rubbing against Elijah’s. “Hi.”
“I thought you had already left. Wasn’t your flight like, an hour ago?”
Dom giggled, ruffling Elijah’s hair, affection clear in his teasing gaze. It was evident that there was more than friendship between the two boys…at least to anyone that cared to look. “I booked a later flight. I wanted to see you one more time before I took off…I wanted to give you something.”
Elijah arched his brow. He hadn’t been expecting this. Dom had already given him so much since they met. His friendship…his heart…they were both more than Elijah had ever hoped to receive. “You did…Dom…you didn’t have to. I mean…you’ve given me so much already…”
“Not nearly enough,” Dom shook his head, his gaze firm and serious. His hands gently cupped Elijah’s face, his eyes staring deeply into Elijah’s own. “I want to give you the world, Lijah. The whole bloody world. I won’t be satisfied until I do.”
Elijah blushed and looked away from those intense eyes, not knowing what to say. He had never been with a guy like Dominic before. He was so…intense about everything. Sometimes it scared him…but most of the time…times like now…it took his fucking breath away. “I don’t want the world…”
I just want you…
Elijah sighed at the thought, wondering what Dominic would say if he said that sentence aloud. Would he stay and see where this could lead? Or would it scare him away, thinking that Elijah was moving too fast…wanted too much? Well He wasn’t willing to find out. Not yet…
Elijah nervously swallowed, not sure how to respond. He just stood there, looking into Dom’s eyes…wanting him…needing to feel those parted lips against his own. Kissing Dominic was like heaven and he wanted heaven before a plane whisked him away to LA, where he won’t see Dom again until the New Year, when it was time to come back to
“Look above you, Lijah…” Dom whispered, now standing so close that Elijah could feel his breathe on his face. Cinnamon and maple. Dom’s breath smelled of breakfast.
Taking one more deep breath, Elijah glanced up and gasped. Dom had his hand up above Elijah’s head, holding a bright green mistletoe. Elijah blushed and looked at Dom, not sure how to proceed.
“I think it’s a tradition for us to snog, since we’re under the mistletoe. Don’t you?”
Elijah chuckled. “Of course.”
Yet he didn’t move any closer. He couldn’t. He wanted Dom to be the one to take the initiative…to take what he wanted from Elijah, while Elijah gave freely.
Dom just smiled as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Elijah’s, his free hand now stroking Elijah’s face, so softly that Elijah could barely feel the warm fingers on his skin, which was fine, because his full attention was on the feel of Dom’s lips against his own, sliding against the plump flesh, a tongue flicking against them, asking for entrance. Elijah sighed, opening his mouth, letting Dom’s tongue enter his waiting mouth, relishing the taste of cinnamon and maple syrup.
Elijah sighed again. This by far, wasn’t the first kiss they had shared, but it was by far, one of the best. Elijah couldn’t get enough as he found himself sinking even further into the kiss, losing all sense of place and time. The only thing he was aware of was Dom’s lips and just how delicious he tasted.
They stayed in that spot for a few more minutes, lost in the world that their farewell kiss had plunged them into, almost missing the announcement that Elijah’s flight was boarding. Reluctantly, Elijah pulled away, already missing Dom’s lips…his arms…his scent…just missing Dom. Fuck. How was he ever going to be able to walk away now? It’ll be weeks before he experiences a kiss like this again.
“I don’t think I can go…”Elijah bit his lip, running his tongue against the flesh, trying to pick up any remainder of Dom’s taste that may still be there.
“You have to. Hannah’s waiting. She’s looking forward to seeing you, remember? You both were so homesick…” Dom’s voice was husky and full of longing. It was obvious that he would like nothing more than to keep Elijah with him.
“She’d understand…she’ll understand when I tell her about you…”
“Which you were going to do on this visit home. Go love. Go see your family. I’ll see you next year,” Dom took a step back, his body shivering against the cool air, missing the feel of Elijah’s heat against him. “Go Lijah…”
Elijah sighed. He wasn’t ready, but he had no choice. He was expected. He took another look at Dominic, wanting to stay. Wanting to hold on to him forever. “I’ll call…”
“I will too…”
“Don’t fucking forget what I look like, ok?”
“Promise…”
Elijah rushed back into Dom’s arms and crushed their lips together, clinging to the other man when strong arms tightened around him and held him against a firm chest, a few seconds longer. He groaned with displeasure as Dom finally let him go, pressing the mistletoe into his hand.
“Look at this and remember this moment…our first good bye kiss…”
“Of course,” Elijah smiled, tears streaming from his eyes. His eyes never left Dom as he backed away, committing the older boy to memory…a memory he held throughout that long plane ride that took him away to
Present…
Elijah sighed and placed the crumpled plant back where it had come from. Back into a boxful of memories. He wiped away a tear, thinking of how that day had been the start of a number of poignant goodbyes…but none had been as painful as the very last good-bye that he and Dom had shared. The last good-bye was the one that had taken Dom away from him forever. There would be no more returns to