Unanswered

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Title: Unanswered
Author: mus_00 aka Ayoe
Rating: PG13
Pairing: OrLijah
Summary: Orlando can't hold his emotions back and he needs to know the truth.
Disclaimer: Totally fiction. Never met them, don't know them, would like to own them tho.

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Sprinkles of water sprung from the surfacing body like fairydust. Eyes reflecting the ocean and the clear sky above them smiled at him. Orlando felt his breath catch each time. It was like the waves washed away everything even remotely unclean from the younger man and what was left was pure innocence and the child's laughter. He couldn't take his eyes of him.

Elijah grabbed his board and headed towards him. Drops were trailing down his black suit, clinging to him like a second skin and their reflections made it seem like he was shining. He lazily ran a hand through his soaked hair, the shook hair head violently, scattering cool crops over Orlando's naked torso. Giggling he ran another hand through his hair. Orli stuck out his tongue and smeared the drops into his burning skin that craved the moist and absorbed it in seconds.

The slim body hovered above him. "You're not going in?"

Orlando sighed content and shook his head, leaning back on his hands.

Elijah raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Watching you is more than enough to make my day, he thought. His eyes locked with the pale blue. "Happy just enjoying the sun. Been a while since I've really been able to just sit and do....nothing."

Elijah smiled and dropped down next to him on the orange blanket. Nodding towards Orli's shoulder he said, "You're getting red. Should pull your suit back up."

Orlando shrugged. "It's nice..." He blinked at the bright afternoon sun.

The younger man let out another giggle. "Sunscreen at least?"

Orlando looked back at him. "You have some?" he asked surprised.

Elijah stood. "In the car. Be right back." He disappeared behind the trees and returned seconds later with a small blue bottle.

"Prepared hobbit, aren't you?" Lijah snorted making Orli smile. As the other man sat down he turn his back against him. There was a moment of silence. He could feel the hesitation in the air but finally her heard the bottle pop open and a trail of cold was poured over his back. Orli closed his eyes. Small soft hands started sliding over his back, making him moan ever so slightly. The hands paused - just for a second but long enough to make a statement. Orlando opened his eyes slightly, frowning. It only took his wicked mind a second to come up with the next step in the process he only now realized was going on.

He'd noticed Elijah looking at him, watching him for the longest time, but had always blamed his own desire for making such ridiculous conclusions. But it had been going on too long and Orli needed to know. Needed to be sure it was, in fact, his mind playing tricks on him. He needed an answer so bad, no matter what the answer would be. The uncertainty was unbearable and without clarity, he would never be able to move on. As a matter of fact, a yes would almost be worse than the dreaded no. Then he would be forced to deal with it, with himself and the world around him and he wasn't sure he was strong enough to do that.

But right now he just needed the truth. Slowly he turned around. The younger man blinked at him but then lowered his eyes. Orlando felt a smile crinkle around his lips.

"Elijah?"

"Uhmm?" A slight blush appeared around the sharp shaped nose. A realization that he was starring at Orlando's naked chest made him jerk up his head and their eyes locked.

"Do my chest?"

Elijah's eyes widened. "What?"

"My chest? You're already covered in the stuff." Orli nodded towards Lijah's hands that carefully hovered over the ground as to not get sands mixed with the cream.

The younger mans blush increased as he slowly poured more cream into his palm. He smeared them together and looked shortly at Orlando, trying to find some form of excuse in the golden brown eyes. Orli simply spread his legs and lined them outside of Elijah and scooted closer. He could have sworn the younger man held his breath.

Carefully the small hands touched his chest, making him shiver. Elijah paused and there was a glimpse of fascination in his eyes as he watched Orlando's muscles tighten. Softly he started rubbing over the bronze skin, avoiding Orli's eyes.

Orlando gently placed his hand on the damp suit covering Lijah's thighs. That resulted in another second lasting stare. He couldn't help but smile. He wondered what was going on in that mind right now. So close, hands smoothing over Orli's naked skin. It was obvious he had an effect on the other man but he wasn't sure exactly in what way. Maybe he was just making a complete ass out of him self and making Elijah very uncomfortable. However he was having a very hard time controlling his breathing. The soft hands carefully avoided his way-to-hard-to-not-notice nipples almost teasingly, and all the could think was please, just please...please and with each plead he could feel the blood flow downwards.

He suddenly realized the hands weren't moving. His eye had closed without his permission and there was a painful thud thud coming from between his legs. He held his breath, unable to breath. He had the suspicion that if he opened his eyes right now, he would be in 7th grade, naked in front of the entire class. Then he realized the hands were still lingering on his bare chest. Slowly he started breathing again, momentarily shaking from the lack of oxygen and desperatly trying to force his heart to stop beating so damn fast. The hands moved along with his chests rising and falling and he could swear his skin was burning right below every fingertip. Slowly he opened his eyes and raised them to find only a silhouette of the man in front of him. He cursed his eyes for betraying him as well as his body. He blinked a couple of times and found unreadable blue looking straight at him.

Silence...

His throat was dry and his mind was desperately trying for find something, just anything to say to break the unbearable silence. But nothing came and still there were no answers to be found in the pale blue. No words from the the perfect rose lips. He felt his chest tighten and he wanted to scream.

"You're going to bruise me."

The words were so sudden and seemed so random, Orlando jerked and then realized he was digging his fingers into the thighs in front of him. He had no idea how long he'd been doing it but he snapped his hands back, fidgeting and ended up putting one hand on his hip and ran the other through his curls as he mumbled an almost silent excuse.

The hands were still on his chest. Their eyes locked once more. The air was think of anticipation.

"Burning..." Elijah moved his fingertips ever so slightly, making Orlando shiver, yearning for more. The hands made a painfully slow journey down his chest, fingers just inches away from his nipples. His mind worked as crazy to find something intelligent to say but everything sounded so lame and he just starred as the younger man ventured down his torso. As the hands reached his hips he gasped and grabbed the slim wrists. Questioning eyes looked at him. He loosened his grip and let them slide into the soft hands.

Gold brown met pale blue. Eyes darkening and searching. Widening and wondering.

"Elijah...?" His voice was reduced to a mer whisper. It was time for the truth.