…And No Place To Go

 

Author:  Kevswitchau

Pairing:  EW/DM

Genre:  RPS, PWP

Rating:  NC-17

Warnings:  graphic sex.

Summary: sequel to All Dressed Up...

Disclaimer:  As far as I know this has never happened.  I don’t know the guys.  I don’t have any rights to them.  This is purely a work of fiction. (and wishful thinking)

 

 

 

“Dom, there’s no way I’m going out like this.”

 

Elijah stepped into the hallway.

 

“I can’t see, come here,” Dom called from where he was sprawled on the couch.

 

Elijah walked gingerly into the living room, the leather fitting like a glove, hugging tightly to his legs and his ass.

 

“Fuck me,” breathed Dom, his hand running through his hair.

 

“I can’t do it man.  There’s no way...” Elijah pulled at the crotch of the pants to no avail.  It snapped back and emphasised the very obvious bulge Elijah was trying to disguise.  Dom could see everything through those babies.  He approved. A lot.

 

“It’s a leather party, Lij.  Ya gotta wear leather.”

 

“Where’s your leather?” Elijah placed his hands on his hips.

 

“Okay, okay,” Dom chuckled, getting to his feet.  “But can I just...”

 

He approached Elijah slowly, his eyes drinking him in.  The ebony of the trousers stood out starkly against Lij’s milky skin.  Slung low on his hips...low enough that a tiny speck of black tattoo peeked over the waistband.  Low enough that the downy hair under his navel turned a darker, coarser texture just before disappearing...low enough to be fucking illegal in several countries...or at least it should be.

 

Elijah stepped backwards.

 

“No leather, no touch,” Elijah taunted, a sly grin on his face.

 

“Just let me...”

 

“No.  Touch.”

 

Dom raised his hand to his lips and unconsciously chewed on a fingernail.

 

“Well?” Lij raised an eyebrow.

 

Dom smiled around his finger.  He could wait.  He could wait all night.  He backed into the bedroom, never taking his eyes off Elijah’s slender hips encased in their second skin.  Oh yeah, it would be worth the wait.

 

Dom opened the closet and took out his shopping bag, up ending the contents onto the bed.  Everything was black, and a musky, new car smell rose from the pile of clothes.

 

Dom stripped naked, then pulled on his own trousers, not nearly as tight as Lij’s, but buttery soft, conforming to the contours of his body.  Sitting on the bed, he pulled on his boots, and tugged the cuffs of the pants down over the tops, so that only the dull gleam of metal that encased his toes was visible.

 

He looked in the mirror and grinned.  Turning to the pile, he picked up the dog collar.  He liked this one - thick and black, studded with slightly rounded spikes.  It fitted comfortably around his neck, and he buckled it firmly.

 

The matching wrist cuffs completed the outfit.  Lucky this is a private party, he grinned, snapping the silver chain onto the collar and walking towards the doorway.  I can think of at least a hundred people who would kill to get photos of this...

 

Lij had added a leather vest and a studded belt to his outfit.

 

“I feel like one of the fucking Village People,” he muttered, glancing up as Dom strolled out of the bedroom, looking entirely at ease.  Elijah felt his mouth start to water, and his cock twitch solidly in its leather prison. 

 

“Jesus Sblom...”

 

“I believe this belongs to you...” Dom grinned, as he handed the end of the chain to Elijah.  Lij took it and gave an experimental tug.  Dom stepped forward.

 

“Mmmmm...I believe it does...” grinned Elijah, tugging again.  He kept the leash taut until he’d pulled Dom hard against him.  He really liked this.  This feeling of control.  It was new.  Exciting.

 

“Starting to see what all the fuss is about...” he breathed into Dom’s ear, before dipping his head down and taking a long, salty lick of Dom’s chest.

 

Dom stepped back.

 

“You start that, and we’ll be giving the party one big miss...”

 

Elijah tugged on the leash again, bringing Dom back.  Making him come to heel.

 

“We can always be late.”

 

Dom felt Elijah’s hips move slowly against his.  It was a rhythm.  A dance.  He found himself matching Elijah’s grin with his own, placing his hands on Lij’s hips before leaning in for a kiss...

 

Elijah leaned back, taunting.

 

“You seem to forget who has the leash here.” He smacked Dom’s chest lightly with the braided handle.

 

“You’re getting into dangerous territory, Lij,” Dom warned, feeling the pressure of the collar on his neck, and the tightness in his groin.

 

“Oh really?”

 

Elijah toyed with the clip on the collar, one eyebrow raised.  He nimbly unclipped the leash from the collar, setting Dom free.  Or so Dom thought.

 

“Give me your hands, Dommie.”

 

“Lij, the party...”

 

Elijah leaned in and ran his tongue around the shell of Dom’s ear. 

 

“Now.”

 

Silently, Dom raised his hands in front of him, and watched Elijah clip the cuffs together.  So that’s what those silver rings were for.  Walking backwards, Lij pulled on the leash.  Dom followed.

 

Elijah stopped when he reached the bedroom.

 

The doorways in the cottage were a little higher than usual, and this doorway...the one between the bedroom and the living room, never had a door.  When the boys had first started living together, there had been a bead curtain there.  Presumably to offer the occupants some privacy.

 

The curtain was gone now.  The heavy metal hook that it had hung from, was still there.  Squarely in the centre of the arch.  Firmly screwed into the bricks.

 

“Lij...what are you...”

 

Elijah placed a finger against Dom’s lips, and uttered a lazy shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, before reaching up and slipping the end of the leash through the hook.  He glanced at Dom, and pulled slowly...evenly...watching as Dom’s manacled hands were raised above his head.  He didn’t pull him too tight.  He wanted him restrained, not uncomfortable...it was all a matter of control.

 

When Dom was in position, Elijah reached into the bedroom and tied the end of the leash off on a heavy, wrought iron coat stand.

 

“Still in dangerous territory, Sblom?” he purred, as he ran a finger down Dom’s stomach and hooked it in the waistband of his pants.  Dom moaned softly in reply.

 

This was something new. Somewhere they’d never been. But he liked it.  He liked it just fine.

 

“What about the party?” Dom’s mouth was dry.  He licked his lips.

 

“Fuck the party,” smiled Lij, leaning forward and running his tongue over Dom’s lips, leaving a gleam of moisture.

 

Dom looked up at the hook, and pulled at the leash.  Gently but firmly, testing it’s strength.  It didn’t budge.  He looked back at Elijah, who had stripped off the vest and belt, and was once more standing in just the slick skin of leather.

 

Lij approached Dom, and pressed his body against his.  Flesh against flesh.  Leather against leather.  His face inches away from Dom’s, a teasing smile on his lips, the tip of his pink tongue visible.  Dom leaned in to kiss him, and again, he jerked his head back...just out of range.  Dom made a tiny sound of frustration.

 

“So...what now?” asked Dom.

 

“Now?  Now you stay quiet,” Elijah reached up and gently tweaked Dom’s nipple. “You don’t say a word...you don’t make a sound.”

 

Dom felt his breath quickening.  Elijah’s fingers found Dom’s other nipple and pinched...a little harder...Dom gasped, feeling heat creep into his groin.

 

“What if I do?” he whispered breathlessly. “What if I make a sound?”

 

Elijah looked at him slyly. “Then I stop.”

 

Dom opened his mouth to say something more, but Elijah leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Then. I. Stop.”

 

Dom watched Elijah step back, his eyes shining.  His body screamed in anticipation.

 

“Understand?”

 

Dom nodded.  He understood. 

 

“Excellent.”

 

Elijah walked to the bedside table and opened the drawer, taking out the bottle of baby oil.  He loved the smell of it, the powdery sweet smell as it mingled with the muskiness of Dom’s sweat.  He also loved how it felt...on his skin.  On Dom’s skin.

 

It was fast becoming his favourite toy.

 

Placing it on the side board within reach, he returned to Dom, and pressed against him once more, his face hovering just above Dom’s his breath feathering Dom’s lips.  Without breaking eye contact, Lij reached forward and unbuttoned Dom’s pants.  They slid easily from his hips, and Elijah followed them down, so that he was kneeling in front of Dom, tugging the trousers off before flinging them into the corner, leaving Dom naked.  Vulnerable.

 

Elijah grasped Dom’s ankles and moved them apart, before sliding his body between his legs, and coming out behind him, running his tongue over Dom’s inner thigh on his way through.  Dom shivered.

 

Reaching for the bottle, he drizzled oil into his cupped palm, and dripped it down the flawlessness of Dom’s back.  Pausing for a moment, Elijah watched the fragrant beads track tiny glistening trails downwards.

 

Slowly, he pressed himself against Dom, running his hands up along Dom’s arms, rubbing the oil into Dom’s skin with his own, slipping against him, the heat of their bodies releasing the fragrance of the oil. Elijah closed his eyes and inhaled, as he slid his hands down between them and cupped Dom’s butt.

 

As his greased fingers started to tease lightly over Dom’s entrance, Elijah heard Dom groan.  It was soft...barely a whisper...but still there.  Lij smiled wickedly, and pulled himself away, listening to Dom’s dismayed gasp...and then silence. Only the sound of their collective panting.

 

Elijah waited, statue like, drawing the tension out before pouring more oil into his hand and stepping forward again, his hands travelling around to the front of Dom’s body, dancing over his chest, making him slick.

 

Dom closed his eyes.  The feeling of Elijah’s hands sliding over his body was maddening. He wanted to whimper, he wanted to moan, but Elijah was true to his word the little shit. When he’d let the tiniest sound escape, Lij stopped.  If he stopped again, Dom might well explode.  So he bit his lip, and stayed silent.

 

Elijah smiled to himself.  He could feel the tension in Dom’s body, he could feel him shaking as he suppressed the sounds that tumbled over themselves to break free from him.  Dom was a screamer. He was a moaner. He made sounds that could make you cum just listening to him. Elijah knew this must be hell...time to turn up the heat.

 

Stepping around, Elijah faced Dom.  He hadn’t taken his hands from Dom’s body, hadn’t stopped tracing the contours of his chest and his arms, sliding over glistening skin. 

 

Lij leaned in and kissed him.  Long, slow...he opened his lips and devoured Dom, his tongue exploring every inch of Dom’s mouth, lazily massaging Dom’s tongue.  He knew Dom loved to kiss. He loved the decadence of it, the intimacy.  He knew that it pushed all of Dom’s buttons, that it made him horny as hell.  He felt Dom’s cock hard against his stomach and grinned to himself.

 

Slowly, Lij sank to his knees.  Looking up Dom’s body, he felt his stomach clench pleasantly.  Dom’s eyes were glazed over, his mouth open, gasping, soundless...he was so fucking beautiful...

 

Pouring the oil once more, Elijah rubbed his hands together, and then began lightly massaging Dom’s legs.  Starting from the front, he slowly moved his slippery fingers to the tender flesh on his inner thighs, running his hands slowly upwards towards his straining cock, but breaking off before making contact.

 

Elijah leaned forward, and showered gentle kisses over Dom’s belly and thighs, being careful not to touch the one place Dom would be begging for...he blew a steady stream of air onto the straining head of Dom’s cock and watched it jerk and twitch of its own accord.

 

Dom gasped again.  Not a sound...not quite, yet Elijah paused slightly, gleefully, listening to the change in Dom’s breathing as he tried to control himself.  Elijah slipped his hands, slick with the hot oil and the droplets of sweat that had started to stand out on Dom’s skin, through Dom’s legs and gripped his ass, once more pulling himself through, but this time making sure to rub himself, catlike, over Dom’s flesh as he moved to stand behind him.

 

By now Dom’s entire body was slippery and fragrant, and Elijah’s hands slid over him, fleetingly brushing against his nipples, his ass, as he pressed his crotch hard against Dom from behind.  The feeling of oiled leather was almost too much for Dom to take silently, the hard bulge against his ass, and the hands teasing his skin. Dom wasn’t sure he could hold out...until Elijah’s hand snaked down and gripped his cock firmly.

 

Dom was going to scream.  He clenched his teeth against the sound as Elijah began to jerk him off, his hand slippery and hot with oil, his hips pushing hard against Dom’s ass, his other hand around Dom’s waist, holding him.

 

Neither of them had uttered a word, a sound...the only noise was the sound of their laboured breathing and the oiled sound of skin on skin. Elijah could tell by Dom’s breathing that he was close...so close. He glanced up and saw that Dom’s fists were clenched, white-knuckled, as he fought unsuccessfully to pull himself back. His whole body began to tremble and Elijah knew...he knew what to do...he knew what was going to push Dom over...

 

Without breaking the rhythm of his hand, he slid around, his body still pressed against Dom’s, so that they were facing each other once more.  Dom opened his eyes and Lij could see he was gone...there was that glazed, absent look.  That look of decadent surrender.

 

“Dommie,” Elijah whispered, the first word that either of them had uttered in at least half an hour.  His voice was hoarse, muddied by emotion.  Dom’s eyes cleared and he looked at Elijah, speechless.

 

“I love you.”  Elijah pulled Dom closer and kissed him, clenching his hand around Dom’s cock as he did so.

 

Dom’s body shuddered as he came explosively, his scream lost in the kiss, a kiss which Elijah held and drew out until he felt Dom’s body relax and lean into him, a kiss which ended when both of them had to breathe or die.

 

They pulled apart, gasping.

 

“I love you,” repeated Elijah, still clinging to Dom.

 

Dom cleared his throat. “Untie me.”

 

“Why?”

 

Dom ducked his head forward and kissed Elijah hungrily, capturing his bottom lip and holding it...finally he let go, his eyes holding a dangerous sparkle.

 

“Because...I love you too...and now, it’s my turn.”

 

 

Kevswitchau  2002

 

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