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Beer and Football
Title: Beer and Football
Author: _sblomie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan & Orlando Bloom
Disclaimer: Lies! Slander! Fake as Pam Anderson’s breasts!
Author’s Note: My yesoog did a lot of work in this, too. He helped the basically vestal virgin create something to turn into a story for the LOTRPS Challenge #7 just hours before the deadline.
Dominic always enjoyed his time with Orlando, especially since he had a die-hard Manchester United fan to keep with even half way across the world in a foreign land. Billy was great, but... he was Scottish. And Elijah? Elijah was a lost cause when it came to football, basically. So, Dom had invited Orlando over on their lone day of the week off to watch some of the matches that his father had sent over. Beers collected on the table, chips and whatnot also strewn about since it was only proper given the fact that they had just watched two matches in a row. He laughed when the video fuzzed out from the game as it went in to the most recent news on the day of the game before starting up on some child's program. He turned off the VCR, letting it settle on some random channel. "So, are you happy with the matches or am I going to have to give you a pillow to throttle? Or am I about to be pounced by a happy man looking for hugs?" Dom backed away a bit into his corner of the couch, holding out the throw pillow to Orli.
Orlando loved popping in for soccer matches, simply because one could not get the English Premiere League in New Zealand. He either rooted for the team, which only came natural, or to piss Dominic off, he rooted against it and hid across the room, usually behind Sean Bean or Billy. Today, however, he had been all the way for Man U. By the end of the second match he had gone through four bottles of beer and had eaten who knew how much. He was sprawled on the couch, just grinning happily when Dominic bounced back. "Too bloody lazy to get up and hug you. They were good matches, Man U's doing well, per usual. Now stop cowering or I'll beat you with the bloody pillow myself," he quipped, grinning all the while. It was hard to be serious or cross when Manchester had just crushed a Scottish team.
Dominic huffed, tossing the pillow at Orlando's head as he got up with a groan. Swaying as he collected the empty bear bottles, heading into the kitchen to throw them away. "Want more beer?" he asked, opening the fridge. Dom pulled out two whether Orli wanted one or not, wandering back into the living room and flopping down in a chair near the couch. "Mm... I've got a question for you, Bloomy."
As soon as Dominic reappeared, Orlando stole up t he second bottle, sprawling back on the couch as he opened it. Dark eyes peered over and he quirked a brow. "Yeah? And what question's that?" he asked absently, taking a sip as he listened for an answer.
Dominic twisted the top of the beer off, tossing it over at Orlando. "How do you kiss a guy?" he asked simply. He took a swig of his beer, draping a leg over the side of his chair to bounce his foot a bit. "Saw you dancing pretty.. ya know, with some guys at a club, thought you were the one to ask," he elaborated s if it was nothing. Five beers, working on number six, he was just happy not to be laughing.
Orlando nearly choked on his beer, swallowing thickly and setting it down on the table before he killed himself. After clearing that up, he glanced to his friend with a quirked brow. "Are you serious?" He saw the look Dom was giving him, and then he shrugged, sitting back again. "What do you mean, how do you kiss a guy? Same way you kiss a girl, it's not like much changes 'cept for what's in the pants... Why do you ask?"
Dom snickered a bit at Orlando's reaction to his question, but he was serious. "I don't know.. I mean, how do you know?" he asked, using his free hand to gesture. "Like.. not how do you know how to kiss a guy, I can guess at that, no.. how do you know you want to?" he blushed, feeling like an idiot.
Orli just stared at Dominic for a moment after that question, arching a brow. Then he shrugged. "You just know. How do you know you want to kiss a girl? You just do. It's not that different. If you think he's hot or he might be worth the kiss or something, I guess."
"Oh.." Dom looked down at his beer for a moment. He frowned a bit, highly intent on swirling it around before glancing up again. "But how do you know the other would like it? Like, you wouldn't get punched for doing it?"
Orlando shrugged again. "Well... it depends on where you are. If you're at a club, I imagine you'd know if he was dancing with you. Outside? Just watch for interest."
"Makes sense, I guess," Dom muttered. "What about the other things?" he glanced up, figuring he'd get as many of his questions answered from Orlando that he could.
"Other things...? What other things?" Orlando was fairly certain he didn't mind answer questions, but he was also sure that he wasn't going to answer a vague question with a flat response. He needed to know what was being asked - Orli was a big fan of being blunt, usually because he was bad at being vague.
"You know.. sex, someone has to be willing to sacrifice their exit only ramp," he pointed out. He couldn't help but giggle a bit because of his own comment before sitting up a bit more, trying to seem serious. "How do you know if you want to be on the giving end or the receiving end?"
Orli grinned a bit and curled up on the couch, leaning on the armrest. "Well... you just think about it, really. Just think about how you'd look at a guy. Like.." Orlando paused, sighed, and then decided to go personal. "Like if I'm looking to have some fun I look for a guy that I think could hold me down. I look for a guy that I've noticed paying attention to men that are obviously bottoms. It all depends on what you want out of something, on what you like. Just like with girls, it's not that different. You've got to try things out to figure it before you know what you like and you don't."
Dom nodded, setting his beer down on the table and shifting a bit in his seat. "What's it like?" he asked, voice rather quiet as he moved to let both of his feet rest on the floor, leaning his elbows on the tops of his knees. "Sorry for all the questions, you can tell me to shut up anytime you want, you know," he pointed out as he glanced over at his friend. "Just curious, s'all."
And he grabbed up his beer again, taking a good swig before lowering it again, keeping it in hand. "No worries," he mused, trying to get his thoughts in order. "Though you'll have to be a bit more specific, mate. What's it like to top or what's it like to bottom? I could give you an answer to both, really."
"I.. ehm," he fell silent for a moment, huffing. "Tell me both, yea?" he looked up, a bit hopeful. He stole his own beer up once more, taking a swig from it before letting it nearly drop from long fingers.
"All right." Orlando sat back, running his free hand over his mohawk. "Well... 've only topped once, really. It might've been the bloke I did it with but it didn't tickle my fancy so much. I mean.. honestly, the way he looked it was almost like fucking a chick with a dick minus the cleavage." Orlando had no problem with being blunt. "But it feels good, I won't lie about that. There's things I think that guys can do together that we just don't think about doing with women. After that I waited a while, found a guy that caught my interest. And Christ it was what got me. I liked being pinned down, liked being held on to - I liked being beneath someone as strong as or stronger than me. I just.. there were things about bottoming that just really caught on for me. I liked it. But I can't exactly tell you what the best is.. it's something that one has to figure out on their own, really."
Dom didn't look over at Orlando as he listened to him divulge personal information, stories.. experiences. He couldn't hide the rise of colour to his ears, hoping that Orlando would accept the slight blush on behalf of the alcohol in his system rather than listening to his stories. "Yeah.. I guess I understand.." his voice was soft, and rather distant, too. "Thanks.." he nodded, sipping at his beer once more.
"Yeah.. why did you ask, Dom?" He sipped at his beer, giving his friend a curious look. It wasn't often Dominic gave him a round of twenty questions.
"Just seemed like the one of my friends here that could answer them and not run my ass up the wall teasing me," he offered a slight grin before glancing over at the other man. "C'mon, Elf, help me clean up this mess."
"I only tease you about trivial things. Like splinters," he mused, grabbing an empty bottle that had been left behind and picking up a few empty bags before wandering across the room and into the kitchen to throw things into various bins.
Dom shook his head, gathering up the rest of their mess and following Orlando into the kitchen. He tossed the bags in the trash, the bottles in the recycling. However, he ended up being in Orli's way to get away from the corner, swaying a bit as he watched his friend carefully.
Orli blinked, glancing to the way out of the kitchen and to Dominic, who had him cornered. "Ehm... hi?" Dark eyes were mixed with confusion and uncertainty. He wet his lips and nodded to the doorway. "Gonna uhm... let me by?"
"Hi.. and.. no, not yet," Dom's fingers twitched a bit by his side before he stepped towards Orlando, knowing the other man would step back until he was caught between the wall and himself. Dom reached a hand up, holding gently to the outside of Orlando's neck, closing what distance was left between them as he pressed his lips to Orlando's own, claiming a kiss for himself. It was weird in a way, his entire mind and body was a fury of uncertainty and nerves, but still his stomach fluttered and danced at the contact.
Orlando swallowed thickly when Dominic came closer and instinctively he backed up until he hit the wall - his cheeks blushed. "Dom.." he murmured his friend's name as if somehow the other man would come to his senses or something. He took a hiccupped breath when Dominic held his neck and kissed him.. Orli was stuck for a moment, unable to move because he didn't know how to react. Dominic was his friend, a good friend, and he didn't know if this was just an experiment, or if... if... Orli sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before he tilted his head down to pull away, his cheeks still flushed. "Oh.."
Dominic let out a soft groan beneath the kiss, his body shifting to keep closer to Orlando's own when the other man didn't pull from the kiss immediately or shove him away. When Orlando tilted his head down, Dom kept close, blue eyes searching Orli's face for some sign of how he liked the kiss. Slowly, his thumb brushed over the hollow of Orlando's throat, his other hand resting on the wall near the other man's hip. "Should I apologize?" he asked quietly.
Orli felt a bit of a grin quirking the corners of his mouth when he felt Dominic caress his throat. "Not unless you don't plan on doing that again," he mused, lifting his head to peer at his friend. Orlando wet his lips - he just wasn't sure exactly how to react after that.. but he had liked it. He'd always wondered if Dominic was a good kisser.
Dom couldn't hide the smile that broke over his lips. "Then no need to apologize," he quipped as he kept his voice soft, there was no need to be too loud at all, not with how close they were. He thought over words for a moment, lips moving but nothing coming out before a rush of air -- something like a chuckle -- escaped him. Dom dipped his head a bit to catch Orlando's lips in a kiss once more, blue eyes falling closed as he kept close but this time he let the hand from the wall fall to rest on Orlando's hip.
Orlando smiled, sighing softly when he was caught in another kiss. Something in his stomach fluttered when he felt a warm hand on his hip - he draped his arm over Dominic's shoulders, just to hold on to him - a must for Orli when kissing. His tongue touched just lightly over Dominic's lips before he pulled away again, a smile lingering, though he felt terribly uncertain still.
Dominic's stomach danced and it'd been a while before a kiss felt almost explosive with sparks and ideas. Lips parted slightly when he felt the slick tongue tease over his own but it was too soon after that when the moment ended yet again. A slight grin quirked his lips, eyes opening to meet those of brown. "So.. I wasn't paying too much attention earlier.. maybe you could help me again?"
Author: _sblomie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan & Orlando Bloom
Disclaimer: Lies! Slander! Fake as Pam Anderson’s breasts!
Author’s Note: My yesoog did a lot of work in this, too. He helped the basically vestal virgin create something to turn into a story for the LOTRPS Challenge #7 just hours before the deadline.
Dominic always enjoyed his time with Orlando, especially since he had a die-hard Manchester United fan to keep with even half way across the world in a foreign land. Billy was great, but... he was Scottish. And Elijah? Elijah was a lost cause when it came to football, basically. So, Dom had invited Orlando over on their lone day of the week off to watch some of the matches that his father had sent over. Beers collected on the table, chips and whatnot also strewn about since it was only proper given the fact that they had just watched two matches in a row. He laughed when the video fuzzed out from the game as it went in to the most recent news on the day of the game before starting up on some child's program. He turned off the VCR, letting it settle on some random channel. "So, are you happy with the matches or am I going to have to give you a pillow to throttle? Or am I about to be pounced by a happy man looking for hugs?" Dom backed away a bit into his corner of the couch, holding out the throw pillow to Orli.
Orlando loved popping in for soccer matches, simply because one could not get the English Premiere League in New Zealand. He either rooted for the team, which only came natural, or to piss Dominic off, he rooted against it and hid across the room, usually behind Sean Bean or Billy. Today, however, he had been all the way for Man U. By the end of the second match he had gone through four bottles of beer and had eaten who knew how much. He was sprawled on the couch, just grinning happily when Dominic bounced back. "Too bloody lazy to get up and hug you. They were good matches, Man U's doing well, per usual. Now stop cowering or I'll beat you with the bloody pillow myself," he quipped, grinning all the while. It was hard to be serious or cross when Manchester had just crushed a Scottish team.
Dominic huffed, tossing the pillow at Orlando's head as he got up with a groan. Swaying as he collected the empty bear bottles, heading into the kitchen to throw them away. "Want more beer?" he asked, opening the fridge. Dom pulled out two whether Orli wanted one or not, wandering back into the living room and flopping down in a chair near the couch. "Mm... I've got a question for you, Bloomy."
As soon as Dominic reappeared, Orlando stole up t he second bottle, sprawling back on the couch as he opened it. Dark eyes peered over and he quirked a brow. "Yeah? And what question's that?" he asked absently, taking a sip as he listened for an answer.
Dominic twisted the top of the beer off, tossing it over at Orlando. "How do you kiss a guy?" he asked simply. He took a swig of his beer, draping a leg over the side of his chair to bounce his foot a bit. "Saw you dancing pretty.. ya know, with some guys at a club, thought you were the one to ask," he elaborated s if it was nothing. Five beers, working on number six, he was just happy not to be laughing.
Orlando nearly choked on his beer, swallowing thickly and setting it down on the table before he killed himself. After clearing that up, he glanced to his friend with a quirked brow. "Are you serious?" He saw the look Dom was giving him, and then he shrugged, sitting back again. "What do you mean, how do you kiss a guy? Same way you kiss a girl, it's not like much changes 'cept for what's in the pants... Why do you ask?"
Dom snickered a bit at Orlando's reaction to his question, but he was serious. "I don't know.. I mean, how do you know?" he asked, using his free hand to gesture. "Like.. not how do you know how to kiss a guy, I can guess at that, no.. how do you know you want to?" he blushed, feeling like an idiot.
Orli just stared at Dominic for a moment after that question, arching a brow. Then he shrugged. "You just know. How do you know you want to kiss a girl? You just do. It's not that different. If you think he's hot or he might be worth the kiss or something, I guess."
"Oh.." Dom looked down at his beer for a moment. He frowned a bit, highly intent on swirling it around before glancing up again. "But how do you know the other would like it? Like, you wouldn't get punched for doing it?"
Orlando shrugged again. "Well... it depends on where you are. If you're at a club, I imagine you'd know if he was dancing with you. Outside? Just watch for interest."
"Makes sense, I guess," Dom muttered. "What about the other things?" he glanced up, figuring he'd get as many of his questions answered from Orlando that he could.
"Other things...? What other things?" Orlando was fairly certain he didn't mind answer questions, but he was also sure that he wasn't going to answer a vague question with a flat response. He needed to know what was being asked - Orli was a big fan of being blunt, usually because he was bad at being vague.
"You know.. sex, someone has to be willing to sacrifice their exit only ramp," he pointed out. He couldn't help but giggle a bit because of his own comment before sitting up a bit more, trying to seem serious. "How do you know if you want to be on the giving end or the receiving end?"
Orli grinned a bit and curled up on the couch, leaning on the armrest. "Well... you just think about it, really. Just think about how you'd look at a guy. Like.." Orlando paused, sighed, and then decided to go personal. "Like if I'm looking to have some fun I look for a guy that I think could hold me down. I look for a guy that I've noticed paying attention to men that are obviously bottoms. It all depends on what you want out of something, on what you like. Just like with girls, it's not that different. You've got to try things out to figure it before you know what you like and you don't."
Dom nodded, setting his beer down on the table and shifting a bit in his seat. "What's it like?" he asked, voice rather quiet as he moved to let both of his feet rest on the floor, leaning his elbows on the tops of his knees. "Sorry for all the questions, you can tell me to shut up anytime you want, you know," he pointed out as he glanced over at his friend. "Just curious, s'all."
And he grabbed up his beer again, taking a good swig before lowering it again, keeping it in hand. "No worries," he mused, trying to get his thoughts in order. "Though you'll have to be a bit more specific, mate. What's it like to top or what's it like to bottom? I could give you an answer to both, really."
"I.. ehm," he fell silent for a moment, huffing. "Tell me both, yea?" he looked up, a bit hopeful. He stole his own beer up once more, taking a swig from it before letting it nearly drop from long fingers.
"All right." Orlando sat back, running his free hand over his mohawk. "Well... 've only topped once, really. It might've been the bloke I did it with but it didn't tickle my fancy so much. I mean.. honestly, the way he looked it was almost like fucking a chick with a dick minus the cleavage." Orlando had no problem with being blunt. "But it feels good, I won't lie about that. There's things I think that guys can do together that we just don't think about doing with women. After that I waited a while, found a guy that caught my interest. And Christ it was what got me. I liked being pinned down, liked being held on to - I liked being beneath someone as strong as or stronger than me. I just.. there were things about bottoming that just really caught on for me. I liked it. But I can't exactly tell you what the best is.. it's something that one has to figure out on their own, really."
Dom didn't look over at Orlando as he listened to him divulge personal information, stories.. experiences. He couldn't hide the rise of colour to his ears, hoping that Orlando would accept the slight blush on behalf of the alcohol in his system rather than listening to his stories. "Yeah.. I guess I understand.." his voice was soft, and rather distant, too. "Thanks.." he nodded, sipping at his beer once more.
"Yeah.. why did you ask, Dom?" He sipped at his beer, giving his friend a curious look. It wasn't often Dominic gave him a round of twenty questions.
"Just seemed like the one of my friends here that could answer them and not run my ass up the wall teasing me," he offered a slight grin before glancing over at the other man. "C'mon, Elf, help me clean up this mess."
"I only tease you about trivial things. Like splinters," he mused, grabbing an empty bottle that had been left behind and picking up a few empty bags before wandering across the room and into the kitchen to throw things into various bins.
Dom shook his head, gathering up the rest of their mess and following Orlando into the kitchen. He tossed the bags in the trash, the bottles in the recycling. However, he ended up being in Orli's way to get away from the corner, swaying a bit as he watched his friend carefully.
Orli blinked, glancing to the way out of the kitchen and to Dominic, who had him cornered. "Ehm... hi?" Dark eyes were mixed with confusion and uncertainty. He wet his lips and nodded to the doorway. "Gonna uhm... let me by?"
"Hi.. and.. no, not yet," Dom's fingers twitched a bit by his side before he stepped towards Orlando, knowing the other man would step back until he was caught between the wall and himself. Dom reached a hand up, holding gently to the outside of Orlando's neck, closing what distance was left between them as he pressed his lips to Orlando's own, claiming a kiss for himself. It was weird in a way, his entire mind and body was a fury of uncertainty and nerves, but still his stomach fluttered and danced at the contact.
Orlando swallowed thickly when Dominic came closer and instinctively he backed up until he hit the wall - his cheeks blushed. "Dom.." he murmured his friend's name as if somehow the other man would come to his senses or something. He took a hiccupped breath when Dominic held his neck and kissed him.. Orli was stuck for a moment, unable to move because he didn't know how to react. Dominic was his friend, a good friend, and he didn't know if this was just an experiment, or if... if... Orli sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before he tilted his head down to pull away, his cheeks still flushed. "Oh.."
Dominic let out a soft groan beneath the kiss, his body shifting to keep closer to Orlando's own when the other man didn't pull from the kiss immediately or shove him away. When Orlando tilted his head down, Dom kept close, blue eyes searching Orli's face for some sign of how he liked the kiss. Slowly, his thumb brushed over the hollow of Orlando's throat, his other hand resting on the wall near the other man's hip. "Should I apologize?" he asked quietly.
Orli felt a bit of a grin quirking the corners of his mouth when he felt Dominic caress his throat. "Not unless you don't plan on doing that again," he mused, lifting his head to peer at his friend. Orlando wet his lips - he just wasn't sure exactly how to react after that.. but he had liked it. He'd always wondered if Dominic was a good kisser.
Dom couldn't hide the smile that broke over his lips. "Then no need to apologize," he quipped as he kept his voice soft, there was no need to be too loud at all, not with how close they were. He thought over words for a moment, lips moving but nothing coming out before a rush of air -- something like a chuckle -- escaped him. Dom dipped his head a bit to catch Orlando's lips in a kiss once more, blue eyes falling closed as he kept close but this time he let the hand from the wall fall to rest on Orlando's hip.
Orlando smiled, sighing softly when he was caught in another kiss. Something in his stomach fluttered when he felt a warm hand on his hip - he draped his arm over Dominic's shoulders, just to hold on to him - a must for Orli when kissing. His tongue touched just lightly over Dominic's lips before he pulled away again, a smile lingering, though he felt terribly uncertain still.
Dominic's stomach danced and it'd been a while before a kiss felt almost explosive with sparks and ideas. Lips parted slightly when he felt the slick tongue tease over his own but it was too soon after that when the moment ended yet again. A slight grin quirked his lips, eyes opening to meet those of brown. "So.. I wasn't paying too much attention earlier.. maybe you could help me again?"