All Dressed Up…

 

Author:  Kevswitchau

Pairing:  EW/DM

Genre:  RPS, PWP

Rating:  NC-17

Warnings:  graphic sex.

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)

 

 

 

“Do we have to do this?”

 

Elijah grabbed Dom’s hand and tugged him towards the costume shop.  He was like a kid in a candy store, his eyes bright with excitement.

 

“Come on, Dommie,” he urged, pulling Dom forward. “This will be great, it’ll be fun!”

 

Dom looked at Elijah, and not for the first time that day, felt a surge of something warm inside him.  Lij’s enthusiasm was infectious, and Dom felt himself smile.

 

“Promise?”

 

Elijah grinned. “Promise.”

 

Dom sighed in mock exasperation and allowed himself to be led towards the shop.

 

“You’re lucky I love you, man.”

 

Elijah turned.

 

“I know.” he answered, his face serious for a moment.  He squeezed Dom’s hand and gently let it go as they walked into the stuffy interior.

 

“Help you gentlemen with something?” The elderly woman behind the counter looked up from her crossword.

 

“Can we just have a look around?” asked Dom.

 

“Be my guest.  Give me a yell if you need help.  The change rooms are out the back.”

 

Dom smiled and thanked her, and started towards the aisles at the back of the shop, where Lij had disappeared moments before.

 

Dom eyed the costumes hanging on the rails, his grin widening.  Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.  He reached out and plucked something from the rack, then began to run his hands over the gaudy material of an Arabian Nights costume when a gorilla’s head lurched towards him from between two shelves, startling him and making him stumble backwards.

 

“Jesus Lij, I nearly shit myself...fuck me that’s ugly!” he giggled as Elijah pulled the latex mask from his head, laughing.

 

“Never pictured you as the gorilla type though.  Figured you’d look better in this.”

 

He cocked his head suggestively at Elijah and held up a bright red bellboy jacket.  Elijah raised an eyebrow.

 

“You been raiding my video collection again, Sblom?”

 

Dom shrugged.

 

“You know I love you in that movie,” he took a step towards Elijah, his eyes shining. “With the gun...and the bellboy outfit...you know how much I wanna...”

 

“Only if you put this on.”

 

Elijah held something white and silken towards him.

 

“You’ll need these too.”

 

Dom held up the pirate costume. Tight black trousers and a voluminous white shirt.

 

“Yer fuckin’ kidding me.”

 

Lij threw a pair of boots at him.

 

“And these.”

 

“Oh man...”

 

“Put ‘em on, Dom.”  Elijah whispered.  “Please?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dom looked at Elijah and saw something in his eyes.  Something that made his balls clench.  Something that made him want to promise anything if only Elijah would put the bellboy costume on and let Dom take it off him.

 

Slowly.

 

With his teeth.

 

They exchanged costumes wordlessly and walked towards the change rooms.

 

“You boys need any help back there?”

 

Dom jumped.  He had forgotten about her completely.

 

“We’re fine thanks,” he called, his voice quivering. “We’ll let you know...”

 

They heard the woman mumble something as she returned to her crossword.

 

Elijah turned and walked backwards into the change room, his eyes fixed on Dom’s.  Dom was caught in his stare until the curtain cut their eyes off from each other, and Dom realised he had been holding his breath.  He let it out shakily.  Fuck me, it’s hot in here.  Haven’t they heard of aircon?

 

He stood outside the room for a moment, listening to the small sounds of Elijah undressing.  He closed his eyes and pictured what was happening behind that curtain.  Lij’s lithe fingers unbuttoning his shirt...the material falling to the ground exposing his pale skin, probably still showing the signs of last night...the marks made by Dom’s mouth and his fingers... he wiped a trickle of sweat from his cheek.

 

Dom pulled the curtain to his change room aside and stepped in, closing it behind him.  The change room had full length mirrors on each wall.  He guessed it was so you could see the full effect of the costume, but it felt strange...looking at hundreds of echoes of yourself as mirror reflected mirror.

 

It was freaky.

 

He put the costume up on the hook in the corner of the wall and eyed it dubiously.

 

A pirate.

 

A fucking pirate for christ’s sake.  So Lij had fantasies of a jolly rogering on the high seas, eh?  Who would have guessed.  Dom chuckled to himself as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

 

 

Dom looked at himself in the mirrors and nearly laughed out loud.  The trousers were so fucking tight you could see his pulse through them, the shirt was opened almost to his navel and cinched in at the waist with a red sash.  The knee-high boots completed the picture.  Can we say cliche?  He shook his head, chuckling.  What? No eye patch?  No stuffed parrot?

 

He turned around as the curtain was pulled aside. 

 

“Hey,” he protested, seeing Elijah still dressed in his street clothes, his denim shirt unbuttoned, a sheen of perspiration on his skin. “Where’s the costume?”

 

Elijah stood for a moment, his eyes drinking Dom in.  His tongue appeared at the corner of his mouth and he licked his lips, before stepping inside the cubicle and pulling the curtain closed behind him.

 

“C’mon Lij, no fair...”

 

“Shut up Sblom,” breathed Elijah, stepping forward, his hand running over the slippery material, and sliding inside to feel the moist, heated skin beneath.

 

“Lij...” Dom began, realising that all that separated them from the owner of the shop was a flimsy curtain.

 

“Shut up,” Lij whispered, slipping his hand over Dom’s chest and leaning in to kiss him.  Dom had backed himself against the mirrored wall, and there was nowhere else to go, so he kissed Elijah back, tasting the clovey smokiness of his tongue, the sweet flavour of his lips. 

 

Dom raised his hands and pushed past the material of Elijah’s unbuttoned shirt, pulling forward to press Lij’s bare skin against his.  Dom reached down with one hand to undo his sash, wanting to pull off the shirt and remove the material that was between them.

 

“Leave it on,” Lij breathed into his mouth, sliding his fingers over the shirt, letting Dom feel the slither of flesh encased in silk, the electric feel of his fingernails through the fabric.  Elijah pulled his mouth away from Dom’s, and dipped his head, closing his lips over a silk-shrouded nipple, causing Dom to whimper breathlessly.

 

Dom put his head back and gave himself over to the feeling of Elijah’s hot, wet tongue lapping through the silken material.  Elijah continued his course downwards, his mouth blazing a heated trail over Dom’s flesh as he dropped soundlessly to his knees and nuzzled the skin tight trousers.

 

Dom opened his eyes and looked at the reflection in the mirror across from him.  He was standing, gasping, his fingers entwined in Elijah’s shock of dark hair as Elijah...oh christ...Elijah was...

 

“Lij...man...we could...she might...” Dom protested weakly, his voice petering out as Elijah closed his lips over Dom’s straining cock, the rasp of the material and the humidity of Elijah’s mouth stealing Dom’s voice and making him hitch in a breath.  Elijah sucked firmly, scraping his teeth over the bulge, causing Dom to moan with the friction of teeth on material on screaming skin.

 

Elijah stopped and stood up. 

 

Dom opened his eyes, and looked into Elijah’s.  Both of them gasping for breath, both of them sweating and shaking.  Elijah pressed the length of his body against Dom’s and kissed him hard.  His tongue invaded Dom’s mouth, tasting every inch, drinking him in, his hand scooting down between them, squeezing Dom’s cock, massaging and rubbing...until he pulled back, causing Dom to whimper with the sudden release of pressure.

 

“I wanna fuck you...” Elijah croaked, his lips searching out the pulse point below Dom’s ear.

 

“Here.  Now.  I want to be inside you.”

 

Dom moaned, knowing that at this moment Elijah could ask for anything and he’d get it.  Fuck the owner, fuck everyone, he didn’t care anymore.  He was so far beyond caring.

 

He felt Elijah turn him towards the mirror, and push him hard against it.  He felt the hardness of Elijah’s arousal against his ass, as Elijah ground his hips forward, rubbing against him, giving him a glimpse of what was about to happen, and Dom wanted it.  Sweet jesus, he wanted Lij inside him...all the way inside him... like this...right now.

 

Dom leaned his forehead against the glass, relishing the coolness, as he felt Elijah’s fingers unzip the fly on the pirate costume, and tug the trousers gently down.  He closed his eyes, feeling Elijah’s lips on his shoulders, kissing his back, blowing cool breath across the sweat that was making the silk stick to his skin...

 

He heard foil tearing and felt warm fingers massaging lube into his asshole.  He smiled to himself.  Lij was such a boy scout.  Always prepared.

 

He dropped his head back so that it was leaning on Elijah’s shoulder, his cheek against Elijah’s, Elijah’s breath on his face.  He quivered with anticipation as he felt Elijah’s cock resting against his entrance, hard and smooth...he knew every inch of it...he’d tasted every inch of it...just like Elijah, his cock was beautiful and Dom loved it...loved the feel of it.

 

“Dommie?”

 

Dom nodded, his voice still AWOL, as he felt Elijah push forward.  It was slow.  It was almost unbearably slow, as he felt the pressure, willing his muscles to relax, to permit entry, his own erection pressed against the mirror, hardness against hardness.  Both gasped as the muscle suddenly released and the head of Elijah’s cock slid inside.

 

Dom felt the heat washing over him, as Elijah pushed forward, his chest against Dom’s back, his breath whistling between clenched teeth.  Dom licked his lips and mewled as he felt Lij’s pelvis against his ass.

 

“Dommie?” Elijah breathed again.

 

“Christ, Lij...”

 

Elijah froze, as if waiting...waiting for permission...waiting for Dom’s OK.

 

“Don’t....stop...” whispered Dom against his cheek, clenching his ass around Lij’s cock just hard enough to cause him to swear under his breath and pull out slowly, slowly, relishing the hot silken wetness, before pushing forward again, letting his cock take a long slide deep inside,  before pulling back again, causing Dom to shudder gently.

 

Elijah reached down and grasped Dom’s waist, pushing into him hard, feeling Dom clench around him again, causing a fiery ripple to trickle through his body.  It was like velvet and satin and Dom felt the sweat sliding down his back, knowing that the shirt was sodden and not caring.

 

Elijah gripped his hips harder and fucked him, pushing into Dom to the hilt, his body hot against Dom’s back, his pelvis driving against Dom’s ass, Dom keening softly at each deep, liquid stroke...

 

Dom opened his eyes and, pushing his palms flat against the surface of the mirror, shuffled them both backwards so that they were an arms length away from the glass.  He raised his head and watched...watched as Lij fucked him...again and again, echoing through mirror after mirror, they fucked into infinity...he could see Elijah’s eyes over his shoulder...watching...watching Dom...watching himself...every breath, every bead of sweat, reflected over and over into eternity.  It was wild.

 

Dom felt his stomach clench and spasm, and he had to bite his lip to keep himself from screaming when he came...Elijah heard and felt him, and grinned wetly, wrapping his arms around Dom’s body and holding him hard as he felt the silvery shocks start to go off in his stomach, the tightening in his thighs, as his hips continued thrusting forward, his whole body pressing against Dom’s, The muscles in Dom’s arms standing out as he held them away from the wall.

 

“Christ...” he whispered. “Oh christ...” as wave after shuddering wave washed over and around and through him, He felt himself falling forward with Dom, as Dom’s arms gave way and they collapsed against the mirrors, both desperately trying not to cry out...and when it cleared, they were both standing, locked together, pressed against the wall, their bodies spasming with aftershocks.

 

There was an unstable moment of sliding into emptiness as Elijah stepped backwards and pulled out.  Dom turned around and leaned back against the wall, pulling Elijah forward against his chest.  Both of their hearts were racing, beating a manic tattoo against each other, as Dom leaned forward and kissed Elijah long and slow, his fingers scrunching Lij’s hair, enjoying the silken wet feeling.

 

“I think we’ll take that one,” murmured Elijah, pulling back and tucking himself into his jeans.

 

“You’ll be the fuckin death of me,” grinned Dom, pulling the damp shirt off over his head and trying to arrange it on the hanger, before stepping out of the boots and trousers.

 

“Yeah, but what a way to go.”

 

They dressed, inspected each other and pulled the curtain back.  Elijah ran his fingers through Dom’s hair, leaned forward and slowly licked his neck.  Then stepped out of the change room.

 

“Don’t forget that one.”  Dom pointed at the bellboy jacket hanging over the railing.  “I’ll probably be up for a bit of room service tonight.”

 

Elijah pulled the scarlet jacket from the hanger and shot Dom a lascivious look before starting towards the counter.  Unable to suppress a grin, Dom watched him go. 

 

This wasn’t such a bad idea after all he thought.  As he followed Elijah, he wondered what other secret fetishes he might be harbouring.

 

Wasn’t it going to be fun finding out.

 

Kevswitchau  2002

 

 

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