Apr. 5th, 2003 03:40 pm
Fic: Passing Seasons. 1
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Title: Passing Seasons. 1
Pairing: dm/omc, will be dm/bb
Rating: R
Warning: not non-consensual but angsty
Notes: Written formaleyka who wanted virgin!Dom. Thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
magickalmolly for the quick beta.
January 1996
Dom sat on the edge of the bed and toed off his trainers. His thoughts were muddled from the continuous stream of fuzzy navels he'd drunk that night--enough to make the lights of the club slip past rather than shine; enough to make the music feel as though it pounded inside his skin. Enough to allow Thomas lead him from the club, snog him in the cab, pull him up the stairs.
Now they were there, in the cramped flat that smelled of Shepherd’s pie and his grandma’s attic. Thomas was in the bathroom with the door shut. A soft yellow glow from under the closed door was the only light, though it was far from comforting. He considered leaving but then the door opened and Thomas was in front of him again, pushing him back onto the bed, pulling off clothes. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time and Dom couldn’t keep track of the sensations. Gave up trying.
“You’re a virgin, right?”
Dom nodded his head, willed his body to relax as Thomas began kissing his chest.
“Don’t look so scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
“The hell you’re not. You want another drink?”
“No. Just--”
“Roll over onto your stomach. And loosen up or it’ll hurt.”
Dom rolled over onto his stomach and waited. He held his breath and curled his hands into fists in the sheets until he heard the tear of foil. Turning his head in time to see Thomas rolling the condom onto his own cock, Dom felt panic rise up in his stomach. Thomas gripped his shoulder and Dom felt a finger slide against the cleft of his ass. Felt something that definitely wasn’t a finger. Felt a pressure and a burn that made him squeeze his eyes tight and suck in his breath.
“So fucking tight.”
“Stop. Please stop.”
“It’s all right, Dom. Just relax. It won’t hurt after a few minutes.”
The pressure didn’t abate but grew stronger. He dug his fingernails into the mattress and hissed through his teeth, his eyes screwed shut until white points of light burst behind his lids. He heard the other man grunt before pushing a little harder, his voice close to Dom’s ear. “So fucking tight. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Stop. Tom. Stop!” Dom’s grew frantic as he tried to move away but found himself pinned by Thomas’ weight. “I don’t…It hurts. Please, stop.”
“Relax.”
“I can’t. Get off me.” He couldn't keep the hitch from his voice and he flushed in shame. Breathing heavily, he felt the sting of tears behind his eyes and he rolled over and away as soon as Thomas pulled out of him.
“Dominic.”
“Don’t. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what? Being a goddamn tease?”
Dominic sat up and reached for his jeans, trying to block out Thomas' venomous words.
“You’re crying, aren’t you? Bloody virgin. I should have known you’d bawl like a girl.” Thomas sat up against the wall, pulling the sheet to cover his body before fumbling on the nightstand. “So, what? You’re leaving now?”
“Yeah. I’m—“ Dom turned and saw the glowing red tip of a cigarette.
“Sorry. Yeah, I know. It’s not nice to lead people on. Should’ve listened when Robbie told me about you.”
“I wasn’t trying to lead you on. I just couldn’t. Can’t.”
“Fucking virgin. You’re a tease, Dominic. Fucking actor. You act like shite, too. Think because you’re on the fucking telly everyone wants to suck your goddamn dick. ”
Dom blinked back tears but didn’t try to leave. A part of him felt he deserved this and simply waited for it to end.
“You’re nothing. Nothing but a fucking piece of shite. Get the hell out, you bastard.”
Only then did he turn away. The door slammed shut behind him and he sagged against the dingy wall blinking back tears. He rubbed the heels of his hand into his eyes and took a couple of gulps of air before walking out into the cold night.
tbc...
Title: Passing Seasons. 1
Pairing: dm/omc, will be dm/bb
Rating: R
Warning: not non-consensual but angsty
Notes: Written for
maleyka who wanted virgin!Dom. Thanks to magickalmolly for the quick beta. January 1996
Dom sat on the edge of the bed and toed off his trainers. His thoughts were muddled from the continuous stream of fuzzy navels he'd drunk that night--enough to make the lights of the club slip past rather than shine; enough to make the music feel as though it pounded inside his skin. Enough to allow Thomas lead him from the club, snog him in the cab, pull him up the stairs.
Now they were there, in the cramped flat that smelled of Shepherd’s pie and his grandma’s attic. Thomas was in the bathroom with the door shut. A soft yellow glow from under the closed door was the only light, though it was far from comforting. He considered leaving but then the door opened and Thomas was in front of him again, pushing him back onto the bed, pulling off clothes. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time and Dom couldn’t keep track of the sensations. Gave up trying.
“You’re a virgin, right?”
Dom nodded his head, willed his body to relax as Thomas began kissing his chest.
“Don’t look so scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
“The hell you’re not. You want another drink?”
“No. Just--”
“Roll over onto your stomach. And loosen up or it’ll hurt.”
Dom rolled over onto his stomach and waited. He held his breath and curled his hands into fists in the sheets until he heard the tear of foil. Turning his head in time to see Thomas rolling the condom onto his own cock, Dom felt panic rise up in his stomach. Thomas gripped his shoulder and Dom felt a finger slide against the cleft of his ass. Felt something that definitely wasn’t a finger. Felt a pressure and a burn that made him squeeze his eyes tight and suck in his breath.
“So fucking tight.”
“Stop. Please stop.”
“It’s all right, Dom. Just relax. It won’t hurt after a few minutes.”
The pressure didn’t abate but grew stronger. He dug his fingernails into the mattress and hissed through his teeth, his eyes screwed shut until white points of light burst behind his lids. He heard the other man grunt before pushing a little harder, his voice close to Dom’s ear. “So fucking tight. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Stop. Tom. Stop!” Dom’s grew frantic as he tried to move away but found himself pinned by Thomas’ weight. “I don’t…It hurts. Please, stop.”
“Relax.”
“I can’t. Get off me.” He couldn't keep the hitch from his voice and he flushed in shame. Breathing heavily, he felt the sting of tears behind his eyes and he rolled over and away as soon as Thomas pulled out of him.
“Dominic.”
“Don’t. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what? Being a goddamn tease?”
Dominic sat up and reached for his jeans, trying to block out Thomas' venomous words.
“You’re crying, aren’t you? Bloody virgin. I should have known you’d bawl like a girl.” Thomas sat up against the wall, pulling the sheet to cover his body before fumbling on the nightstand. “So, what? You’re leaving now?”
“Yeah. I’m—“ Dom turned and saw the glowing red tip of a cigarette.
“Sorry. Yeah, I know. It’s not nice to lead people on. Should’ve listened when Robbie told me about you.”
“I wasn’t trying to lead you on. I just couldn’t. Can’t.”
“Fucking virgin. You’re a tease, Dominic. Fucking actor. You act like shite, too. Think because you’re on the fucking telly everyone wants to suck your goddamn dick. ”
Dom blinked back tears but didn’t try to leave. A part of him felt he deserved this and simply waited for it to end.
“You’re nothing. Nothing but a fucking piece of shite. Get the hell out, you bastard.”
Only then did he turn away. The door slammed shut behind him and he sagged against the dingy wall blinking back tears. He rubbed the heels of his hand into his eyes and took a couple of gulps of air before walking out into the cold night.
tbc...
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