The Eyeliner Limo Tig strawberryelfsp + andrealyn Written: December 4-5, 2003 Holy cow, this was fun. :D ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Andrea: *sniff* I want pr0n too. Hot pr0n. liek, multiple orgy-like pr0n. Berry: Liek, hobbit threesome in the limo pr0n. O__O Andrea: with their purple shirts, and Dom's tongue, and applying eyeliner, and *ahem* Berry: and dom's trying to put on more eyeliner, leaning forward to look into his little mirror, while Billy slides up his back and starts licking at his neck, and dom's like, hey stop that before i poke my eye out, and elijah's like, heh heh you said poke, and he snatches the mirror out of dom's hands and squishes him backwards into billy... or something. Andrea: I hates you, precious. and billy bites a little, to which dom gives a tiny hint of a girlish shriek, which makes elijah laugh to no end, because 'oh my god, you're such a girl', and that's only before dom retorts 'you're one to talk' right back at him, showing him what poking is really like when he takes a finger to elijah's stomach. Berry: eheheheheheheheh. and that makes elijah twist and giggle like a lunatic, until even billy growls a soft laugh against the skin of dom's neck and say, you both sound like wee girls, should be out there screaming for orlando, the pair of you, and elijah settles evenly over dom's left thigh and retorts, still can't get orli off your mind, eh bills? and dom fills the space between them with a mix of laugh and sigh as billy's hand slides down 21st century rock and roll and gathers a handful of black. don't wrinkle me, dom says, and billy laughs again without moving his mouth, and elijah stops giggling when dom's eyes close. Andrea: and dom mutters something about showing them, saying something about how he could have orlando first, and he could do it easily. just as he is finishing his words, a pair of lips kiss just above his eyelids, lingering softly and gently to the soundtrack of soft laughter. someone is breathing heavily into his ear, and is asking him, no...daring him to try something with orlando. dom just says, oh you'll see. and billy bites at his neck again, and makes another move for the shirt, hand somewhere between rock and roll. Berry: and the thigh that elijah is straddling is starting to clench a little, just as the other leg hooked over billy's knee is starting to twitch. and billy's lips trail over the thick black of dom's eyelashes, and when they pull back there is a smudge of dusty kohl on the edge of his lower lip. and billy's arm is getting tight around dom's ribs, fingers digging now through cloth and into flesh, and he licks his lips and twists his head to look up into the glowing green of billy's eyes. dom can feel elijah's hands running up and around and down over his thighs, easing them further apart, and he leans back into the crook of billy's shoulder and meets billy's mouth halfway, licking the dark smudge away with one swipe of his tongue. dommie, elijah says, and dom's fingers scrabble for slick purple as he feels the slip of small fingers at his zipper. Andrea: oh god, dom hisses out reflexively, fuck elijah, billy...someone, i don't fucking care, someone had better keep going. his eyes remain closed, his body remains clenched as nimble fingers continue to work inside his trousers and his pants. another hand is ever so subtly working his rock t-shirt upwards, inching past his belly-button and tickling dom ever so slightly. when the first ghost of a touch from someone's thumb brushes past the tip of dom's cock, he shivers so slightly, his back exploding with shivers. Berry: dom tears his mouth from billy's with a small gasp, his head bowing forward beneath billy's chin. billy takes dom's face in his hands and tilts it up, waits for black-rimmed eyes, cooled to navy in the dim limousine lighting, to widen and fix on his own. the lines between dom's brows are starting to deepen with the first hints of pleading, and billy's eyes glitter. can't get this from orlando, now can you? he says. and dom's eyes go hot over his grin as he opens his mouth to toss off a challenge, but then elijah twists his fingers again and dom's quip is lost in a stuttered moan. keep him quiet, billy, says elijah, and slides off dom's leg to kneel carefully between his outstretched thighs. Andrea: that's no problem, billy whispers so perfectly into dom's ear, i've always said i liked him quiet. like him loud too, elijah adds with a wry grin, applying the first hint of pressure with his knees. dom's moan is ongoing as their conversation continues. but there's a time and place for everything, billy adds in that same quiet tone straight into dom's ear like it's meant for only him, like elijah already knows the words off by heart. it'll be time to scream soon, elijah promises, applying more force now. the fingers on dom's cock begin to work a little faster now, and dom can feel the scream just inside his throat already beginning to form. don't worry, and dom can't tell who said those words. Berry: dom's hands are opening and closing over and over, pinned to his sides by billy's arm, and his feet are beginning to slide back and forth with little whirring sounds on the carpet of the limo. elijah grabs a knee in each hand and anchors dom's thighs in place, spread as far as they can go, and the sudden loss of elijah's fingers on him makes dom whine into the spikes of billy's hair. billy's quick little teeth are carving trails through the coarse stubble of dom's beard, and at the first whispered please from dom's lips he smiles against the rough skin and says, what do we get? anything, dom breathes, and the single most terrifying thought in the universe is that the limo will stop now and he will have to walk up the red carpet in this condition. too much... he can't... if they would just... anything, please, elijah, he says. he can feel elijah slide forward between his legs, slithering up his contracting stomach muscles, and the hands on his knees push even harder. dom's head is lying back on the upholstery, turned in to expose his neck to billy's slow lingering mouth, and elijah whispers into his upturned ear. orlando, elijah says. prove it, dom. i want to see you kiss him on the red carpet. in front of the cameras, adds billy. and dom is spluttering, what the fuck, you're both mad, there's no way i'm, but then billy's mouth leaves dom's throat and elijah pulls back and lets cold air rush beneath dom's rucked-up shirt, and dom bites his lip and squirms and says fine, fine, whatever, i'll do it just please-- promise me, says elijah. on the lips. promise, says billy, or you can walk into the theater just as you are. no, i promise, i'll kiss him now pleeeeease...dom's eyes close when billy smiles, and his breath rushes out of him into billy's mouth as he feels elijah's head moving down. Andrea: billy kisses him fiercely, like he believes every word dom has used to plead and beg with. dom feels his back straighten with something like triumphant victory. the warm breath between his legs gives him the tiniest of jumps, his whole body shaking and quaking with the anticipation of a bargain made with lips and skin. don't forget, billy whispers deviously, orlando and you on the red carpet. hmm, um...hmm, dom murmurs in a garbled voice, confirmation filtering through those few incomprehendenble sounds in some strange way. his eyes flutter when he feels elijah's tongue wetting the tip of his cock, the beginning of something dom was going to enjoy very much for the price he had agreed to pay. dom, the name floats up softly from elijah's lips before he takes dom's cock entirely into his mouth. billy's mouth presses firmly to the place right behind dom's earlobe, and works across the neck and up to the mouth, capturing all sorts of gasps and groans. Berry: billy has twisted far enough in front of dom that the hand trapped between them is resting on the edge of billy's lap. dom gropes as far as his fingers will stretch, but at the first fleeting touch billy draws his hips back, out of reach, and snaps them back round to pin dom's hand to the back of the seat. later, billy says, and dom nearly smiles at the harsh edge of need in his voice. later. if. dom sucks billy's lower lip greedily, anticipating the swollen pink that will show so well in the photographs tomorrow. the thought of it makes his breath whistle in his throat. and goddamn if elijah isn't the fucking master of this, and dom's hips are bucking up before he can stop them, as far as they can move under the weight of billy on his chest and elijah between his knees. his lungs are burning, his thighs beginning to shake, and laying one on the elf seems a small fucking price to pay indeed for the sound of billy's velvet growl in his ear. now, dom, yes, now. now. Andrea: and dom listens to billy just like he always does. with elijah's ample help, it's less of following an order and more like following through with mother nature's whims and commands. he lets go of any and all control he had presumed to have over his thighs, and allows them to give way to a veritable earthquake of motion. yes, dom hisses and momentarily lapses on what name to cry out there. he settles for the voice whispering in his ear first. billy, oh fuck, oh elijah you fucking, oh god, you...fuck! dom, billy whispers. dom, elijah adds. you've done good, billy continues. but don't forget, elijah picks up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ back