Fic: Not the First Time
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silentdescanttitle: Not the First Time
pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Sean Astin
rating: R
words: 1000+
warning: SEAN ASTIN OMG. And cross-dressing and general kinkiness. But no actual sex.
summary: It wasn't the first time for a lot of things, but this one time, it was.
notes: SEAN BLOODY ASTIN. Damn prompt generator: "Sean Astin/Dominic Monaghan; corset" and you know I can't resist those things.
It wasn't the first time Dom had worn something traditionally femnine to Feet in the morning. Sometimes it had been simple things like nail polish and jewelry; other times, heels and scarves. Once, memorably, a skirt, but that had been to prove a point about Billy's kilt. This time, though, Dom wore a pair of lacy women's underwear.
Billy laughed, shaking his head. Elijah giggled shrilly and blushed at Dom's mischevous smirk. But Sean just rolled his eyes and looked away.
"What's wrong, Seanwise?" Dom asked innocently, cocking his hips in Sean's direction.
"Put some pants on," Sean replied.
"We all know Dom'd rather go naked," Billy cut in snidely, and Dom chuckled in agreement.
"Fuck, yeah, I would," Dom agreed, sliding his thumbs beneath the lacy waistband of the panties.
Sean groaned and threw his hands up over his face.
***
It wasn't the first time Dom had kissed him, but it was the first time it meant something. Not only was Dom drunk and clingy, he was wearing makeup, and he was kissing everyone he could get his tongue near. And Sean couldn't avoid him.
Dom bounced from Billy, who'd been holding him upright, to Elijah, who pushed him away playfully, to Sean, who saved him from a nasty collision with a coffee table. Dom grinned drunkenly and squeezed Sean's neck.
"Hi, I love you," Dom mumbled, his lips pressed against Sean's jaw.
"Love you too, Dommie. Why don't you sit--"
"Don't wanna. Hold me."
Sean looked down and saw Dom's cloudy blue eyes, wide and sparkling with drink and amusement, and rimmed in black eyeliner and what looked like green eye shadow. At least he wasn't wearing lipstick. Or if he had been, it had all been rubbed off by now.
Then, Dom kissed him full on the lips.
Sean didn't move for a moment; Dom's lips were warm and smooth, and he was undoubtedly enthusiastic. When Dom's tongue traced Sean's closed lips, Sean pulled away.
***
It wasn't the first time the other hobbits had made fun of Sean's weight, and Sean had learned to deal with his self-consciousness, even to the point of making fun of himself. This time, though, Dom only smiled, his eyes a bit apologetic. Sean felt a pang of gratitude that felt oddly like sympathy. Like he was sorry for making Dom feel sorry for him?
When they were alone, Dom actually apologized.
"Listen, Sean..." he began slowly, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I'm sorry if I was--if we were--insensitive, before. And still. I'm just... I know how it feels, y'know? And I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
Dom looked up at Sean from beneath his eyelashes. Even in his floppy wig and baggy hobbit shirt, he managed to look somewhat naughty and, Sean was reluctant to admit, seductive. Sean brushed Dom's apology aside, hiding the fact that it meant a lot to him, and patted Dom on the shoulder.
***
It wasn't the first time they'd shared secrets, but it was most definitely the first time they'd done it alone. Dom, for once, wasn't drunk, only tired, and Sean was leaning heavily on him, feeling dead on his feet. They stumbled to Sean's car, and Dom crawled into the backseat and laid down. Sean sat in the driver's seat, but he didn't have the energy to drive, yet, so he turned to look back at Dom.
"Seanie..."
"Hmm?"
"Y'know what I do to feel better?"
Sean didn't know what Dom was talking about, but he nodded as if he did, encouraging Dom to continue.
"I dress up." Dom stretched his arms out languidly and sighed. "If I feel sexy, it helps with other stuff."
It wasn't really a surprise, but Sean was intrigued. "What other stuff?"
Dom turned his gaze to Sean, and it was one of his unusually perceptive, understanding looks. "Hating myself," he replied simply.
Sean knew what that felt like. He just didn't know that Dom knew. Sean wrinkled his brow with the unspoken quesiton, "You hate yourself?"
Dom nodded, shrugging one shoulder. "Feeling sexy helps."
He gave Sean another knowing look, and Sean was inexplicably drawn to him. He leaned between the two front seats, resting his elbow on the center console, and waited for Dom to close the distance between them. Sean knew he would; he always did, and with everyone, but this time would be different.
***
It wasn't the first time Sean had worn women's clothing, but it was the first time he'd ever done it for any reason other than a role, or a joke. He was standing in front of a tall mirror, staring at his own reflection, and Dominic's. Dom was standing slightly behind him, his face visible over Sean's shoulder, and he was carefully tightening the laces of an honest-to-God corset.
Sean had no idea where Dom had gotten the thing; Dom had pulled it out of his closet along with the fishnet stockings he'd put on himself, and a pair of sexy women's underwear. His chest was bare. Sean was dressed only in the corset and a pair of slightly less-sexy underwear, which were also slightly too small for him.
Finally, Dom finished lacing the corset, and he rested his chin on Sean's shoulder, grinning toothily at him in the mirror. He was wearing eyeliner again, and nailpolish on a few of his nails. Sean had said absolutely no makeup, but Dom couldn't resist mussing his hair with hair gel.
Sean's gaze didn't waver from Dom, whose eyes were sparkling with amusement and amazement.
"Look, Sean," he whispered, raising his hands to Sean's face to turn him again towards his own reflection. Sean looked, and saw himself as he never had before.
For a moment, Dom just watched Sean looking, his breath becoming faster and damp against Sean's neck. Then Dom turned his head and flicked his tongue out to touch Sean's skin, giving him a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Sean shivered and his eyelids fluttered closed.
It was the first time he'd felt so unsettled, and yet so comfortable, with one of his castmates.
Dom's hands slid around to Sean's chest, resting over the stiff corset, while he dragged his mouth down to Sean's throat, where he nipped gently. Sean gasped.
It was the first time he'd ever wanted a man like he wanted Dominic.
fin.
pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Sean Astin
rating: R
words: 1000+
warning: SEAN ASTIN OMG. And cross-dressing and general kinkiness. But no actual sex.
summary: It wasn't the first time for a lot of things, but this one time, it was.
notes: SEAN BLOODY ASTIN. Damn prompt generator: "Sean Astin/Dominic Monaghan; corset" and you know I can't resist those things.
It wasn't the first time Dom had worn something traditionally femnine to Feet in the morning. Sometimes it had been simple things like nail polish and jewelry; other times, heels and scarves. Once, memorably, a skirt, but that had been to prove a point about Billy's kilt. This time, though, Dom wore a pair of lacy women's underwear.
Billy laughed, shaking his head. Elijah giggled shrilly and blushed at Dom's mischevous smirk. But Sean just rolled his eyes and looked away.
"What's wrong, Seanwise?" Dom asked innocently, cocking his hips in Sean's direction.
"Put some pants on," Sean replied.
"We all know Dom'd rather go naked," Billy cut in snidely, and Dom chuckled in agreement.
"Fuck, yeah, I would," Dom agreed, sliding his thumbs beneath the lacy waistband of the panties.
Sean groaned and threw his hands up over his face.
***
It wasn't the first time Dom had kissed him, but it was the first time it meant something. Not only was Dom drunk and clingy, he was wearing makeup, and he was kissing everyone he could get his tongue near. And Sean couldn't avoid him.
Dom bounced from Billy, who'd been holding him upright, to Elijah, who pushed him away playfully, to Sean, who saved him from a nasty collision with a coffee table. Dom grinned drunkenly and squeezed Sean's neck.
"Hi, I love you," Dom mumbled, his lips pressed against Sean's jaw.
"Love you too, Dommie. Why don't you sit--"
"Don't wanna. Hold me."
Sean looked down and saw Dom's cloudy blue eyes, wide and sparkling with drink and amusement, and rimmed in black eyeliner and what looked like green eye shadow. At least he wasn't wearing lipstick. Or if he had been, it had all been rubbed off by now.
Then, Dom kissed him full on the lips.
Sean didn't move for a moment; Dom's lips were warm and smooth, and he was undoubtedly enthusiastic. When Dom's tongue traced Sean's closed lips, Sean pulled away.
***
It wasn't the first time the other hobbits had made fun of Sean's weight, and Sean had learned to deal with his self-consciousness, even to the point of making fun of himself. This time, though, Dom only smiled, his eyes a bit apologetic. Sean felt a pang of gratitude that felt oddly like sympathy. Like he was sorry for making Dom feel sorry for him?
When they were alone, Dom actually apologized.
"Listen, Sean..." he began slowly, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I'm sorry if I was--if we were--insensitive, before. And still. I'm just... I know how it feels, y'know? And I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
Dom looked up at Sean from beneath his eyelashes. Even in his floppy wig and baggy hobbit shirt, he managed to look somewhat naughty and, Sean was reluctant to admit, seductive. Sean brushed Dom's apology aside, hiding the fact that it meant a lot to him, and patted Dom on the shoulder.
***
It wasn't the first time they'd shared secrets, but it was most definitely the first time they'd done it alone. Dom, for once, wasn't drunk, only tired, and Sean was leaning heavily on him, feeling dead on his feet. They stumbled to Sean's car, and Dom crawled into the backseat and laid down. Sean sat in the driver's seat, but he didn't have the energy to drive, yet, so he turned to look back at Dom.
"Seanie..."
"Hmm?"
"Y'know what I do to feel better?"
Sean didn't know what Dom was talking about, but he nodded as if he did, encouraging Dom to continue.
"I dress up." Dom stretched his arms out languidly and sighed. "If I feel sexy, it helps with other stuff."
It wasn't really a surprise, but Sean was intrigued. "What other stuff?"
Dom turned his gaze to Sean, and it was one of his unusually perceptive, understanding looks. "Hating myself," he replied simply.
Sean knew what that felt like. He just didn't know that Dom knew. Sean wrinkled his brow with the unspoken quesiton, "You hate yourself?"
Dom nodded, shrugging one shoulder. "Feeling sexy helps."
He gave Sean another knowing look, and Sean was inexplicably drawn to him. He leaned between the two front seats, resting his elbow on the center console, and waited for Dom to close the distance between them. Sean knew he would; he always did, and with everyone, but this time would be different.
***
It wasn't the first time Sean had worn women's clothing, but it was the first time he'd ever done it for any reason other than a role, or a joke. He was standing in front of a tall mirror, staring at his own reflection, and Dominic's. Dom was standing slightly behind him, his face visible over Sean's shoulder, and he was carefully tightening the laces of an honest-to-God corset.
Sean had no idea where Dom had gotten the thing; Dom had pulled it out of his closet along with the fishnet stockings he'd put on himself, and a pair of sexy women's underwear. His chest was bare. Sean was dressed only in the corset and a pair of slightly less-sexy underwear, which were also slightly too small for him.
Finally, Dom finished lacing the corset, and he rested his chin on Sean's shoulder, grinning toothily at him in the mirror. He was wearing eyeliner again, and nailpolish on a few of his nails. Sean had said absolutely no makeup, but Dom couldn't resist mussing his hair with hair gel.
Sean's gaze didn't waver from Dom, whose eyes were sparkling with amusement and amazement.
"Look, Sean," he whispered, raising his hands to Sean's face to turn him again towards his own reflection. Sean looked, and saw himself as he never had before.
For a moment, Dom just watched Sean looking, his breath becoming faster and damp against Sean's neck. Then Dom turned his head and flicked his tongue out to touch Sean's skin, giving him a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Sean shivered and his eyelids fluttered closed.
It was the first time he'd felt so unsettled, and yet so comfortable, with one of his castmates.
Dom's hands slid around to Sean's chest, resting over the stiff corset, while he dragged his mouth down to Sean's throat, where he nipped gently. Sean gasped.
It was the first time he'd ever wanted a man like he wanted Dominic.
fin.