Even In The
Bedroom
by Tuuli
~~~
One
more brush against Elijah’s prostate, one more stroke, and Elijah was coming,
and screaming as he did so. Dom, seeing and feeling his young lover’s climax, couldn’t
hold back anymore and he, too, came, biting Lij in the shoulder to keep from
yelling anything he might regret later. After that, it took Dom a few minutes
to even understand where he was again, and in the meantime Lijah turned around
and wrapped his arms around him. Panting, the younger of the two whispered,
“Oh, god, that was fucking great!”
The words
registered slowly in Dom’s mind and he struggled to find words. “That was… that
was…” he panted before giving in and saying, “Das war unglaublich.” His
brain just wasn’t capable of creating sentences in English right at the moment.
After all, German *was* his very first language.
Elijah
giggled, running his hands through Dom’s hair, his breathing slowly returning
to normal. “That was German again, wasn’t it? It sounded nice.”
Dom tried
hard to get his brain to work in English, but to no avail. Magnificent sex
sometimes did that to him. Made him lose the ability to think in any other
language but hi first. Finally he said to Elijah, “Uh… ja.” Then, he stated to
himself, “Und du kannst Deutsch nicht verstehen.”
“You do
realize I don’t understand a word, don’t you?” Lijah said, and Dom gave a low
chuckle at the unintentional pun. He rolled on his back, pulling his lover
closer, and they rested in their regular position with Elijah’s head on Dom’s
chest. They were both sticky, Dom with sweat and Lij with sweat and his own
come, but both of them found it hard to care.
“Macht
nichts,” he said. Then, in a tender tone he continued, “Weisst du, dass du schön
bist?” He was now toying with Lij’s hair, and the words sounded awfully like a
question.
Lij giggled
again. “Yes, no, maybe, depends on what you just asked.” Then he snuggled
closer and mumbled against Dom’s neck, “But keep going.”
“Ich will
immer bei dir sein…” Dom continued dreamily, hands wandering down to rest on
Elijah’s side. His young lover was drawing random patterns on his chest with
his nimble fingers. “Weisst du…” and he trailed off.
After a short
pause, Elijah asked, “What?” so quietly that Dom had trouble hearing him.
“Uh… Ich
weiss nicht, wie du dich fühlst…” clear hesitation in Dom’s voice. “Aber ich
glaube, dass ich dich liebe.” A short pause, until he declared in a stronger
voice, “Nein, ich *weiss*, dass ich dich liebe.”
“Dom,” Elijah
said, voice still muffled. “What’re you saying? That didn’t sound too good.”
Dom could feel Lijah’s lips placing soft kisses on his neck and throat.
Dom shifted,
taking one of Elijah’s hands and bringing it up to his mouth to kiss the palm.
“No worries, babe. Just…” A pause. “Just trying to remember some lines from a…
a play.” Oh, so Dom was able to speak English again.
“Really?”
“Well, yeah…
you know, stuff like ‘it’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining’ and so on… It’s
actually pretty much like a poem.” Dom kissed Elijah’s palm again. Lij’s
fingers curled to caress his jaw and cheeks gently. When Dom let go of the
Ringbearer’s hand it slid downwards to rest on his chest again.
“Oh. Okay.
Then it must be a beautiful poem,” the younger man said happily. Reading a
poem, well, it explained why Dom had sounded so weird; actors were actors even
in the bedroom. And there was, after all, no reason for Elijah to doubt his
boyfriend’s word.
Dom laughed,
and though it wasn’t his usual playful laugh, it sounded real. “You think
everything I say in German is beautiful. I could be swearing at you, and you
wouldn’t even notice!”
Were those
hearts Lijah’s fingers were drawing on Dom’s chest? The older man’s heart leapt
at the thought.
“German is a
nice language. And it sounds even better coming from your pretty mouth,” Elijah
stated and lifted his head to test that pretty mouth with his own. “Besides, I
know you’d never swear at me. You have a hard time calling me ‘wanker’; you’d
*never* swear at me.”
At it was
true; usually Dom preferred ‘luv’ or ‘babe’. Elijah was just so keen on British
slang that he called Dom constantly ‘wanker’. And, coming from Lij’s pretty
pink mouth, it didn’t sound like an insult at all.
After a few
lazy, sated kisses Elijah snuggled closer to the other hobbit again and sighed
contently. “Good night,” he whispered before he closed his eyes. After a couple
of minutes of silence he was fast asleep.
Dom couldn’t
sleep that night. He just lay there, listening to Elijah breath, kissing the
top of his head every once in a while. And, though Elijah was asleep, Dom still
couldn’t risk it. The words came in German.
“Ich liebe
dich.”
-loppu-
~*~*~
Translations:
|
Das war unglaublich. |
That was unbelievable. |
|
Und du
kannst Deutsch nicht verstehen. |
And you
can’t understand German. |
|
Macht
nichts. |
No problem. |
|
Weisst du,
dass du schön bist? |
Do you know
you’re beautiful? |
|
Ich will
immer bei dir sein… |
I want to
be with you always. |
|
Weisst du… |
You know… |
|
Ich weiss
nicht, wie du dich fühlst… |
I don’t
know how you feel… |
|
Aber ich
glaube, dass ich dich liebe. |
But I think
I love you. |
|
Nein, ich
*weiss*, dass ich dich liebe. |
No, I
*know* I love you. |
|
Ich liebe
dich. |
I love you. |
