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lotrpschallenge #14
Title: YYZ
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cloudlessclimes
Rated: R
Pairing: OB/EW
Disclaimer: This is purely a product of my diseased mind and has no bearing on reality what so ever, I own no one, I know no one
Summary:Wasting time during a flight delay
Feedback: Is a wonderful thing
Notes: written forlotrpschallenge #14, taking place over 60 mins. Plot is pretty thin. YYZ is the international airport code for Lester B. Pearson International Airport in Toronto, Ontario Canada. Not really sure what the boys are doing there, but there ya go. Somewhat sorta kinda inspired by this picture, but not:
19:59
“So?” Orlando looked up as Eijah returned from the ticket counter.
“Yup. Delayed. One hour.” The slightly built man flung himself onto the uncomfortable airport lounge chair. Extending an arm along the back of the plastic seat he sighed melodramatically. “What ever shall we do?”
“Dunno.” Orlando inched forward on the seat, away from Elijah’s touch. “Crossword?” He asked before leaning over and pulling a newspaper and pen out of his carry on bag.
“Wha…?” Elijah could only stare in confusion at the other actor.
Orlando’s dark hair obscured his face as he scribbled furiously on the games page before handing it over to Elijah.
Photog 12 o’clock Elijah managed to decipher. Looking directly across from them he saw a man; scruffy, bearded and clothed in shorts and a tacky souvenir T-shirt. He quickly drew his arm away from Orlando’s back and into his lap. “Shit. Seriously?” He mumbled while pretending to ponder 42 down.
“Hmm.” Orlando responded equally quietly. “Can spot them anywhere. Had lots of practice. Told ya we shoulda booked first class. Then we’d be safe in the lounge.” And he shoved his aviators higher up his nose. He took out a battered paperback and began to read.
“Ya, well, if you'd let us drive, we’d be on our way by now. Air Canada doesn’t have First Class, and the flight to Montreal’s only an hour anyway.” All the while Elijah stared at the paper, speaking in a hushed monotone.
20:11
Sighing and casting a heavy-lidded, wary glance at the large man still camped out mere feet away, Elijah scribbled a few words onto the newspaper page, and then used it to whack Orlando in the arm.
So fucking bored! “Man, seriously? It’s only been like 10 minutes.”
“So?” Elijah glared at the taller man.
"Wanna have some fun?"
“Fuck ya!”
20:14
“Now you sure you know the plan?” Orlando’s brow arched over his sunglasses.
“Dude, please. If I can memorise pages of dialogue, I think I can remember when and where to meet you.”
20:15
“Go!” Orlando announced under his breath as he tilted up his watch, studying its face.
The two men stood. Elijah again darted a glance at the photographer. He didn’t see any camera. Maybe the guy was waiting for the money shot, Elijah smirked. Or maybe it was a hidden camera. Or maybe he was one of those professional gossip hounds who bottom feed by supplying lists of celeb grocery orders and garbage content. Or maybe Orlando was just paranoid and the guy wasn’t anyone to worry about at all. Whoever he was Orlando had him pegged as bad news, and Elijah had come to trust the other man’s instincts.
Elijah did his best to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and Orlando gave him a pointed look. Carry on bags in hand, Orlando turned left and began to walk away with long, sure strides. A beat later Elijah turned to his right and strolled through the terminal.
20:25
Elijah had breezed through the duty free store, the bookshop, even the ROOTS outlet, and had seen no sign of the scruffy man. Clearly, alone he was of no interest to some kamikaze camera jockey. He wondered how Orlando was faring.
20:30
Orlando liked Canadians, a lot. Enthusiastic at premiers and official events, they were polite and distant when he was off duty. He’d noticed a few wide stares and some questioning glances followed by cupped-hand whispers. But, no one had said a single word to him. No one had asked him for an autograph, or a picture, or anything. He’d managed to mill about the terminal, lost in a sea of business travellers and vacationers, occasionally giving the camera monkey the slip. Even the guy at the bar had only nodded efficiently when he’d placed his order. Sipping his watered down fountain cola, Orlando could definitely get used to Toronto.
“Well, that wasted a whole 20 minutes. Hope you had a better time then I did.” Elijah hopped up on the barstool next to his boyfriend.
“Want a drink?”
“Nah. You see your new friend?”
“Yeah, lead him ‘round the mulberry a few times. He’s probably back at the departures desk, waiting to snap a good one.”
“I’m even more bored than before.”
“So?” Orlando inclined his head towards Elijah.
“So…I can think of something to do…” Elijah ran the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip and waggled his eyebrows at the darker man.
Orlando barked out a laugh. “You’re insatiable. God, man, can’t you wait ‘til we get to the hotel?”
“No!” Elijah answered emphatically and turned on his heel out of the bar and back into the terminal.
20:35
“Shit,” Orlando hissed under his breath. “There’s your man.” And he inclined his head towards the news-stand, where the rumpled journalist was idly flipping through a copy of Field & Stream.
“Here,” Elijah veered sharply to the right between an escalator and a set of stairs. Orlando stopped in his tracks, gaped for a moment, and then quickly followed.
20:40
“Jesus, if my being in an airport with you wasn’t reason enough to want my pic, now I’m with you in a handicapped loo in an airport. Fuck, Lij.” Orlando managed to gasp out as the other man again roughly wound his hands through slick dark curls, bringing their mouths in to hot, needy contact.
“Hmm,” Elijah purred. “You locked the door, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but…” Orlando moaned as the shorter man ran his hands along a smooth expanse of chest, agile fingers finding the puckered nub of one copper nipple.
20:43
“What’s the problem? You’re hard. I’m hard. Suck me, Orli,” Elijah growled into his ear.
“Here? Lij, I love you man, but I am so not kneeling on the floor in a public bathroom.”
“C’mon. Dude, you regularly stick your tongue up my ass. Since when are you a germ freak?” Elijah’s breathing hitched in his throat as Orlando gently squeezed his rock hard erection through the denim of his jeans. “C’mon,” he breathed into Orlando’s ear, rotating his hips into the increasing urgency of the touch.
Orlando made a noise at the back of his throat, something like lust, a lot like frustration, as his tongue plunged between Elijah’s chapped red lips. “Counter?” his hands cupped Elijah’s ass.
“No fucking way. You’re not kneeling on the floor, I’m not putting my bare ass on some counter where god knows who has done god knows what.”
20:45
“C’mon, Orli. We’re running out of time.” Elijah had managed to unzip Orlando’s cargo pants and was teasingly running his fingers in and out along the hard length of Orlando’s cock. “You know the fastest way to get me off is to go down on me. And we sure as hell can’t get on the plane like this.” Elijah bit licked at the tendon in Orlando’s neck and ground his erection into a leanly muscled thigh.
“Kay,” Orlando managed to exhale through his nose. “I’m close man, really close.” He thrust his tongue deep into Elijah’s mouth, in time with the blunt fingered strokes at his groin. “You do me, then we’ll figure it out.”
20:48
Orlando gripped Elijah’s shoulders hard as he thrust into the rough fingers and palm. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. Elijah couldn’t help thinking, not for the first time, that Orlando always looked like he was in pain when he came. Sure enough the velvety flesh he was pressing and stroking tightened and pearly white come splashed into his palm and through his fingers.
Blue eyes widened in turned on surprise when Orlando raised Elijah’s hand to his mouth and licked away the evidence of his release.
“Hmm…gotta hurry,” Orlando muttered in a satiated drowsy voice. “Toilet!” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“Climb up on the toilet. That way I don’t have to kneel and you don’t have to sit your pretty ass on what ever galloping crud is on the sink.”
“Genius! Fuck I love you!” Elijah gave his boyfriend an enthusiastic, sloppy kiss before heading towards the toilet. He silently thanked whatever higher power one might thank while fucking in a public restroom that the toilet had a lid, and there were rails on either side that he could use to balance.
20:51
“Fucking hurry up!” Orlando muttered around the heated length of Elijah’s cock. He spread his palms on Elijah’s tensed thighs and took him deeper into his throat, contracting the muscles as if swallowing.
“So, if it’s the mile high club in an airplane bathroom, I wonder what you call this?”
“Fucking desperate,” Orlando panted, licking and cupping Elijah’s balls.
“Shit! Orli. That’s good man, so good.” Elijah had a death grip on Orlando’s dark curls.
20:53
And then Orlando really was swallowing as Elijah came with sharp jerking motions. He immediately released his hold on Orlando’s hair and slumped onto the toilet seat, his jeans twisted round his knees.
“Alright, alright. Wash up, man. We’re gonna miss our flight. And we still gotta get past Kodak out there.” Orlando was already running his hands under the tap.
20:57
After quickly adjusting his shirt and zipping his pants, Orlando gingerly unlocked and opened the door a sliver. He glanced into the hallway and not seeing anyone, slipped into the corridor. He headed back towards the departure lounge.
20:58
Elijah smoothed the buttoned front of his shirt and splashed cool water on his face, before running his sticky hands under the hot water. Making sure that everything was tucked in and in place, he whipped open the door and quickly headed towards the gate where his flight was now boarding.
20:59
“What’re you doing?” Elijah gazed in amazement as Orlando grasped his hand, threading their fingers together. “What about Mr. Tabloid?”
Orlando’s dark eyes danced with happiness and mischief. “Fuck ‘im.” He said with finality. The lanky actor curled the fingers of his other hand against his thigh, allowing his long middle finger to extend just as he heard the click of a shutter.
Author:
cloudlessclimes Rated: R
Pairing: OB/EW
Disclaimer: This is purely a product of my diseased mind and has no bearing on reality what so ever, I own no one, I know no one
Summary:Wasting time during a flight delay
Feedback: Is a wonderful thing
Notes: written for
lotrpschallenge #14, taking place over 60 mins. Plot is pretty thin. YYZ is the international airport code for Lester B. Pearson International Airport in Toronto, Ontario Canada. Not really sure what the boys are doing there, but there ya go. Somewhat sorta kinda inspired by this picture, but not:19:59
“So?” Orlando looked up as Eijah returned from the ticket counter.
“Yup. Delayed. One hour.” The slightly built man flung himself onto the uncomfortable airport lounge chair. Extending an arm along the back of the plastic seat he sighed melodramatically. “What ever shall we do?”
“Dunno.” Orlando inched forward on the seat, away from Elijah’s touch. “Crossword?” He asked before leaning over and pulling a newspaper and pen out of his carry on bag.
“Wha…?” Elijah could only stare in confusion at the other actor.
Orlando’s dark hair obscured his face as he scribbled furiously on the games page before handing it over to Elijah.
Photog 12 o’clock Elijah managed to decipher. Looking directly across from them he saw a man; scruffy, bearded and clothed in shorts and a tacky souvenir T-shirt. He quickly drew his arm away from Orlando’s back and into his lap. “Shit. Seriously?” He mumbled while pretending to ponder 42 down.
“Hmm.” Orlando responded equally quietly. “Can spot them anywhere. Had lots of practice. Told ya we shoulda booked first class. Then we’d be safe in the lounge.” And he shoved his aviators higher up his nose. He took out a battered paperback and began to read.
“Ya, well, if you'd let us drive, we’d be on our way by now. Air Canada doesn’t have First Class, and the flight to Montreal’s only an hour anyway.” All the while Elijah stared at the paper, speaking in a hushed monotone.
20:11
Sighing and casting a heavy-lidded, wary glance at the large man still camped out mere feet away, Elijah scribbled a few words onto the newspaper page, and then used it to whack Orlando in the arm.
So fucking bored! “Man, seriously? It’s only been like 10 minutes.”
“So?” Elijah glared at the taller man.
"Wanna have some fun?"
“Fuck ya!”
20:14
“Now you sure you know the plan?” Orlando’s brow arched over his sunglasses.
“Dude, please. If I can memorise pages of dialogue, I think I can remember when and where to meet you.”
20:15
“Go!” Orlando announced under his breath as he tilted up his watch, studying its face.
The two men stood. Elijah again darted a glance at the photographer. He didn’t see any camera. Maybe the guy was waiting for the money shot, Elijah smirked. Or maybe it was a hidden camera. Or maybe he was one of those professional gossip hounds who bottom feed by supplying lists of celeb grocery orders and garbage content. Or maybe Orlando was just paranoid and the guy wasn’t anyone to worry about at all. Whoever he was Orlando had him pegged as bad news, and Elijah had come to trust the other man’s instincts.
Elijah did his best to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and Orlando gave him a pointed look. Carry on bags in hand, Orlando turned left and began to walk away with long, sure strides. A beat later Elijah turned to his right and strolled through the terminal.
20:25
Elijah had breezed through the duty free store, the bookshop, even the ROOTS outlet, and had seen no sign of the scruffy man. Clearly, alone he was of no interest to some kamikaze camera jockey. He wondered how Orlando was faring.
20:30
Orlando liked Canadians, a lot. Enthusiastic at premiers and official events, they were polite and distant when he was off duty. He’d noticed a few wide stares and some questioning glances followed by cupped-hand whispers. But, no one had said a single word to him. No one had asked him for an autograph, or a picture, or anything. He’d managed to mill about the terminal, lost in a sea of business travellers and vacationers, occasionally giving the camera monkey the slip. Even the guy at the bar had only nodded efficiently when he’d placed his order. Sipping his watered down fountain cola, Orlando could definitely get used to Toronto.
“Well, that wasted a whole 20 minutes. Hope you had a better time then I did.” Elijah hopped up on the barstool next to his boyfriend.
“Want a drink?”
“Nah. You see your new friend?”
“Yeah, lead him ‘round the mulberry a few times. He’s probably back at the departures desk, waiting to snap a good one.”
“I’m even more bored than before.”
“So?” Orlando inclined his head towards Elijah.
“So…I can think of something to do…” Elijah ran the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip and waggled his eyebrows at the darker man.
Orlando barked out a laugh. “You’re insatiable. God, man, can’t you wait ‘til we get to the hotel?”
“No!” Elijah answered emphatically and turned on his heel out of the bar and back into the terminal.
20:35
“Shit,” Orlando hissed under his breath. “There’s your man.” And he inclined his head towards the news-stand, where the rumpled journalist was idly flipping through a copy of Field & Stream.
“Here,” Elijah veered sharply to the right between an escalator and a set of stairs. Orlando stopped in his tracks, gaped for a moment, and then quickly followed.
20:40
“Jesus, if my being in an airport with you wasn’t reason enough to want my pic, now I’m with you in a handicapped loo in an airport. Fuck, Lij.” Orlando managed to gasp out as the other man again roughly wound his hands through slick dark curls, bringing their mouths in to hot, needy contact.
“Hmm,” Elijah purred. “You locked the door, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but…” Orlando moaned as the shorter man ran his hands along a smooth expanse of chest, agile fingers finding the puckered nub of one copper nipple.
20:43
“What’s the problem? You’re hard. I’m hard. Suck me, Orli,” Elijah growled into his ear.
“Here? Lij, I love you man, but I am so not kneeling on the floor in a public bathroom.”
“C’mon. Dude, you regularly stick your tongue up my ass. Since when are you a germ freak?” Elijah’s breathing hitched in his throat as Orlando gently squeezed his rock hard erection through the denim of his jeans. “C’mon,” he breathed into Orlando’s ear, rotating his hips into the increasing urgency of the touch.
Orlando made a noise at the back of his throat, something like lust, a lot like frustration, as his tongue plunged between Elijah’s chapped red lips. “Counter?” his hands cupped Elijah’s ass.
“No fucking way. You’re not kneeling on the floor, I’m not putting my bare ass on some counter where god knows who has done god knows what.”
20:45
“C’mon, Orli. We’re running out of time.” Elijah had managed to unzip Orlando’s cargo pants and was teasingly running his fingers in and out along the hard length of Orlando’s cock. “You know the fastest way to get me off is to go down on me. And we sure as hell can’t get on the plane like this.” Elijah bit licked at the tendon in Orlando’s neck and ground his erection into a leanly muscled thigh.
“Kay,” Orlando managed to exhale through his nose. “I’m close man, really close.” He thrust his tongue deep into Elijah’s mouth, in time with the blunt fingered strokes at his groin. “You do me, then we’ll figure it out.”
20:48
Orlando gripped Elijah’s shoulders hard as he thrust into the rough fingers and palm. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. Elijah couldn’t help thinking, not for the first time, that Orlando always looked like he was in pain when he came. Sure enough the velvety flesh he was pressing and stroking tightened and pearly white come splashed into his palm and through his fingers.
Blue eyes widened in turned on surprise when Orlando raised Elijah’s hand to his mouth and licked away the evidence of his release.
“Hmm…gotta hurry,” Orlando muttered in a satiated drowsy voice. “Toilet!” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“Climb up on the toilet. That way I don’t have to kneel and you don’t have to sit your pretty ass on what ever galloping crud is on the sink.”
“Genius! Fuck I love you!” Elijah gave his boyfriend an enthusiastic, sloppy kiss before heading towards the toilet. He silently thanked whatever higher power one might thank while fucking in a public restroom that the toilet had a lid, and there were rails on either side that he could use to balance.
20:51
“Fucking hurry up!” Orlando muttered around the heated length of Elijah’s cock. He spread his palms on Elijah’s tensed thighs and took him deeper into his throat, contracting the muscles as if swallowing.
“So, if it’s the mile high club in an airplane bathroom, I wonder what you call this?”
“Fucking desperate,” Orlando panted, licking and cupping Elijah’s balls.
“Shit! Orli. That’s good man, so good.” Elijah had a death grip on Orlando’s dark curls.
20:53
And then Orlando really was swallowing as Elijah came with sharp jerking motions. He immediately released his hold on Orlando’s hair and slumped onto the toilet seat, his jeans twisted round his knees.
“Alright, alright. Wash up, man. We’re gonna miss our flight. And we still gotta get past Kodak out there.” Orlando was already running his hands under the tap.
20:57
After quickly adjusting his shirt and zipping his pants, Orlando gingerly unlocked and opened the door a sliver. He glanced into the hallway and not seeing anyone, slipped into the corridor. He headed back towards the departure lounge.
20:58
Elijah smoothed the buttoned front of his shirt and splashed cool water on his face, before running his sticky hands under the hot water. Making sure that everything was tucked in and in place, he whipped open the door and quickly headed towards the gate where his flight was now boarding.
20:59
“What’re you doing?” Elijah gazed in amazement as Orlando grasped his hand, threading their fingers together. “What about Mr. Tabloid?”
Orlando’s dark eyes danced with happiness and mischief. “Fuck ‘im.” He said with finality. The lanky actor curled the fingers of his other hand against his thigh, allowing his long middle finger to extend just as he heard the click of a shutter.
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thanks
thank you
merci
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*LOVES*
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*loves back*
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*adds Public Washroom Boysex to list of kinks*
I think the world is trying to wind me up into a big sexual frustration...thing...AND YOU'RE NOT HELPING.
I love you.
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Glad I could wind you up! har har
Love you to *snuggles amy*
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That picture of Orli was just ASKING to be turned into a fic like this. Thank you for it. :) I just lovelove the idea of the boys running from the evil photographers and stealing kisses, handjobs and blowjobs in the bathroom. Mmmm.
Also loved the way you had the time written in there. It was interested to see how long it took them to get each other off ;) Not bad at all.
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Ha! You should have seen me trying to figure out the time thing. My boyfriend now thinks I'm completely cracked, given the questions I was e-mailing him: (he's in Scotland, I'm in Toronto. boo!) mostly consisting of things like "ya, but what's the fastest you've ever?..."
thanks for the feedback!
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