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Elijah sat down heavily next to the pile of scripts and groaned. Dom settled himself behind the chair, flexed his fingers and began a neck rub. Lij closed his eyes. “Man that feels good,” he said. “Your fingers are like magic.” He meant it, but he still giggled.
Dom smiled and kneaded his shoulders. He dropped a quick kiss onto Lij’s hair. “I love you, Elijah Wood.”
Elijah grinned. “What was that for?” he asked.
“No reason,” Dom said, but he didn’t meet Lija’s eyes as he turned them upwards to look at Dom. He squirmed under the aquamarine searchlights.