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phoenixdeluxe.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-07-24 02:45 am
Fic: Guilt (OB/EW, R)
Title: Guilt
Author: Phoenix Deluxe
Pairing: OB/EW
Rating: R
Feedback: First fic I’ve posted ever. Would love some concrit, but please be gentle. :)
Notes: Attempted to write a drabble and got really carried away. Cross posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fellow_shippers , bloomwood_ , orlijah_ , and my journal.
To Elijah, the rhythmic sound of clothes shifting and hangers rubbing against metal sounded like bombs going off. Orlando’s moist breath against his throat smelled of Smirnoff and sex and ran a dirty little thrill up his spine every time Orlando’s groin snapped against his ass. Teeth nipped below his ear, and he brought his own together on his lower lip, hoping it wouldn’t end, that it would end, body arching and tightening, So fucking good, please, don’t let anyone hear, faster, don’t let anyone see, right there, he can’t fucking know, Oh God…
…Elijah threw his head back on a shuddering gasp, eyes wide, as the closet door was thrown open with an accusatory creak and an angry bang, hostile orange light and noise from the downstairs party crowding out the darkness. Orlando opened his mouth against his neck and groaned and shook and as Elijah, shaking and gasping, met Dominic’s narrowed eyed, hurt stare through shirts and suit jackets, he never thought guilt could ever feel so good.
Author: Phoenix Deluxe
Pairing: OB/EW
Rating: R
Feedback: First fic I’ve posted ever. Would love some concrit, but please be gentle. :)
Notes: Attempted to write a drabble and got really carried away. Cross posted to
fellow_shippers , bloomwood_ , orlijah_ , and my journal.To Elijah, the rhythmic sound of clothes shifting and hangers rubbing against metal sounded like bombs going off. Orlando’s moist breath against his throat smelled of Smirnoff and sex and ran a dirty little thrill up his spine every time Orlando’s groin snapped against his ass. Teeth nipped below his ear, and he brought his own together on his lower lip, hoping it wouldn’t end, that it would end, body arching and tightening, So fucking good, please, don’t let anyone hear, faster, don’t let anyone see, right there, he can’t fucking know, Oh God…
…Elijah threw his head back on a shuddering gasp, eyes wide, as the closet door was thrown open with an accusatory creak and an angry bang, hostile orange light and noise from the downstairs party crowding out the darkness. Orlando opened his mouth against his neck and groaned and shook and as Elijah, shaking and gasping, met Dominic’s narrowed eyed, hurt stare through shirts and suit jackets, he never thought guilt could ever feel so good.