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lotrpschallenge #15: SEX!
Title: Learning Curve
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cloudlessclimes
Rated: NC-17
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:Elijah and Orlando figure it out. Insert Tab A into Slot B, or something
Feedback: Is a wonderful thing
Notes: written forlotrpschallenge #15: SEX! It's also a first time! fic, has precious little plot aside from working up to doing the deed, and is bloody damn long. These boys take forever to do anything!
P.S: Special thanks tojanaan_ya for her most excellent editorial assistance!
Cannes, France May 2004
“May I help you sir?” Elijah stopped mid-step and turned his attention towards the concierge desk.
“Um, I’m going to see one of your guests,” Elijah answered, taken aback by the seriousness of the expression on the deskman’s face.
“And which guest would that be?” the small dark man asked in perfect English. He cast an appraising glance at the somewhat rumpled American. Between filming and a last minute decision to board a flight to France, Elijah Wood had been in constant motion for almost 24 hours.
Elijah absently roughed patterns in his hair with an uneasy hand before answering the question. “Er…Orlando Bloom?” he said finally. His single suitcase escaped his wrangling and did a belly flop onto the expensive carpet.
An eyebrow shot up and Elijah was certain he heard the man at the desk mumble, “That kid’s a pain in the ass,” before picking up the house phone. “Whom shall I say is here?”
The slightly built actor looked up from where he’d been wrestling his case upright and said, “Oh, that’s ok. I know where I’m going. He’s expecting me.”
The concierge made a uniquely Gallic noise at the back of his throat. Waving the black phone on it’s chord he said, “None the less; your name sir?”
Sighing and leaving his baggage where it had fallen over a second time, Elijah answered, “Elijah Wood.”
With a “very well” the hotel employee dialed a brief string of digits. “A Mr. Wood here for you, sir. Shall I send him up?” and then he nodded in affirmation at what was said on the phone.
“Jean-Pierre will escort you to Mr. Bloom’s suite.” Elijah was quite sure the extremely thin Frenchman rolled his eyes.
“It’s ok. I have the suite number.” Elijah was stopped from picking up his case by the largest hand he’d ever seen. And the body attached—-Jean-Pierre presumably--could easily have served as a mafia goon extra on The Sopranos. Knowing when to pick his battles, Elijah acquiesced and followed obediently behind the hulking bellhop.
The elevator ride to the 21st floor was spent in silence. Elijah smiled in what he hoped was benign placidity. No one else got on the elevator. When they reached the desired floor, Jean-Pierre keyed numbers onto a glowing pad and the doors shushed opened. Curious, Elijah stepped out into the hallway.
Biting his lip, he walked with the bellhop a few short steps and had only time to stuff a few notes into the man’s hand before the suite door opened. Elijah was roughly yanked inside, and the sound of his suitcase clattering against the marble of the entryway was engulfed by joyous shouts of “You’re here! You’re here! You’re really here,” before a wide mouth clamped over his.
Orlando kissed him with wild abandon. Shoving Elijah against the hastily slammed door, he sucked and licked and groaned when the lips beneath his opened and his tongue slid inside Elijah’s mouth. A satisfied smile curled the corners of Orlando’s lips as he felt Elijah return the kiss with equal intensity.
Sliding his tongue across Orlando’s, Elijah sucked at his broad lower lip. His hands traced a path along the lean muscles of Orlando’s arms and shoulders until they tangled in the slippery silk of his dark hair.
The palm of Orlando’s hand slapped at the solid door—framing Elijah’s face. His other hand fisted a gathered bunch of the smaller man’s dress shirt. His mouth continued its exploration; tracing each tooth and using his tongue to stroke and prod at the slight gap between Elijah’s front teeth.
Cradling Orlando’s face with his hands, Elijah broke the kiss just enough to whisper, “I’m here. I’m really here.” Before Orlando again claimed his lips. Sapphire bright eyes widened in mirth as Elijah managed to catch a glimpse of the large room before him. “Why Mr. Bloom, are you trying to seduce me?”
Resting his forehead against Elijah’s, Orlando smiled and said “Yeah. It working?”
“Do I look like a champagne and roses kinda guy?”
After a head to toe appraisal of Elijah’s compact frame, Orlando answered, “Nah, definitely more a porn and chocolate kinda guy.” Kissing the tip of Elijah’s nose, Orlando grabbed his hand and led him into the suite’s sitting room. “But this was the best I could do on short notice.” The two men came to rest--arms entwined--on the overstuffed cream coloured couch, in the center of the cream coloured room. Orlando poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to Elijah.
“Mmm,” Elijah sipped from the glass and stroked Orlando’s broad hand with his thumb. “Um, so,” he managed. “Did you,” he watched the movement of his thumb and avoided looking at Orlando, “Did you mean what you said? On the phone?”
Nervously swallowing his mouthful of Cristal, Orlando answered, “’Course. Yeah. Why? Don’t you want to?”
“No, no. I mean, yes. Of course I do.” Elijah exhaled heavily. Placing his champagne flute on the table, he leaned into the darker man. It’s just…I have no fuckin’ clue what I’m doin', here, man.”
Orlando buried his uneasy smile in the riotous sandy brown spikes of Elijah’s hair. “And you think I do? Despite what you might have heard about the goings on at Drama School, let me assure you I’ve never…” He was cut short by Elijah’s firm kiss.
“Jesus!” Elijah panted against Orlando’s cheek. “I feel like some kind of fuckin’ horny teenager or something.”
“Me too.”
“So," Elijah elbowed Orlando in the ribs. “D’ya get that tape I sent you?”
A pink tide swept across the high angle of Orlando’s cheekbones. “Yes!” He answered through lowered lashes.
“D’ya watch it?” Elijah tilted his head to look into the British man’s eyes.
“Erm…sorta.” Orlando coughed and gazed over Elijah’s head.
“Sorta? What the fuck does that mean?” Elijah placed a finger under Orlando’s sharp chin. The other man had no choice but to look into the glacial blue of Elijah’s stare.
“I tried…I did…” Orlando once again twined his fingers through Elijah’s.
“Well, I brought a copy. We could watch it together, if you want.” Elijah softened his tone and hoped his smile was supportive.
“What? No!” Orlando startled slightly with a groan. Dropping Elijah’s hand to rest on his knees. “I did try and watch it. Honest I did. But well, it was embarrassing, wasn’t it?” Here Orlando stopped and took a breath. “I mean, I’ve never been attracted to men, have I? I’ve only ever been attracted to you, yeah? So watching strangers…learning how to,” he made an airy gesture between himself and Elijah, “be with you…from a tape seems…wrong, yeah?” The pink of his cheeks darkened to crimson and spread across his ears and neck.
“Oh.” Elijah smiled and rested the sharp point of his chin in the divot of muscle between Orlando’s neck and shoulders. “Why didn’t you say something? Christ, this is awkward enough without making you feel embarrassed.” Orlando shifted and shrugged dismissively.
“I just thought maybe if we knew what we were supposed to do…if we did a little…research…”
“Jesus Lij! It’s not back story for your new role!” Orlando pinched the bridge of his nose, and sounded every inch the off put Englishman.
“Sorry, sorry.” Elijah stroked soothing circles across Orlando’s back. “I just thought I could do something so our first time didn’t suck.”
“Why would it suck?’ Orlando raised his head sharply and his soft eyes stared wide at Elijah.
“Um, well. It’s just that most first times, well, they kinda do...”
“They do?”
“Yeah. Didn’t yours?” Now it was Elijah’s turn to be embarrassed.
“No. Actually it was quite lovely.” Orlando answered earnestly.
“Oh, right. I forgot who I was talking to. Mr. Perfect.” Elijah met his boyfriend’s dark gaze and smiled as Orlando good-naturedly chucked him under the chin.
“Seriously, Orli; since you’re the one who said, that you want, that you’re ready to…”
“That I want you to fuck me.” Orlando finished, drawing Elijah to him and tracing gentle kisses along the line of his jaw.
“Um, ya. That. Aren’t you, well, scared?”
“Terrified.” Orlando murmured softly, his breath tickling Elijah sensitive skin.
“Then what are we gonna do?”
“Well, I thought that since I figured out sex with women pretty well without much guidance or aid, that this would be much the same. You know what you like, and I know what I like. And I thought maybe we could just let each other know as we got along.” Orlando stated in a rare matter of fact manner, before pulling Elijah close in the circle of his arms.
“Oh. Well. That makes sense. I guess,” Elijah traced distracted patterns across Orlando’s forearm.
The darker man exhaled and softly nuzzled Elijah’s ear. “Yeah, but now we’ve both made it into a bloody great thing, haven’t we? And there’s so much pressure.”
“Look,” Elijah turned in the embrace, his hands resting on the crest of Orlando’s hips. “How ‘bout we go get some dinner? Chill out. Catch up.”
Orlando shook his head. “This town is crawling with movie people. I want your visit to be about you and me. Not work and smile for the camera.”
“Room service?”
A smile that lightened the ebony darkness of Orlando’s eyes slid slowly across his face. “Sounds good.”
The two friends laughed and joked over their meal. Elijah caught Orlando up on his latest project and newest ideas, and Orlando tried to make light of the grueling schedule he had locked himself into for the next couple of years. A relaxed, happy atmosphere, fueled by good food, and even better champagne, soon chased away the earlier nervous tension.
“So, I swear to God I heard the guy at the desk call you a pain in the ass, and what’s the deal with the security goons anyway?” Elijah finally asked before spooning up a mouthful of crème brulé.
Orlando rolled his eyes heavenward. “Fuck but am I gonna owe that lot fat tips! I have been a pain in the ass. Acting a right prima donna, I suspect. What with all the flowers and the champagne and the sheets—you still dig Egyptian cotton, yeah?’ Orlando stopped, laughing along with Elijah. “But wait, you haven’t even seen all the candles yet!” Here Elijah took a quick look around the room and raised his eyebrow.
“Ah, they’re in the bedroom.’ Orlando inclined his head, somewhat embarrassed. “And then I actually made them clear the floor so we’d have privacy, and I had them call up every visitor because I only wanted to see you. And I wanted everything to be perfect. And I was just so fucking nervous…”
Elijah stood and walked to the other side of the table. “You are a pain in the ass. But a sweet one. Curling his arms around Orlando’s neck, Elijah deposited himself into Orlando’s lap. “And you didn’t have to do any of this. Just being with you is perfect.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Elijah pulled Orlando down to him. His lips brushed past cheek and chin before settling on his mouth. His fingers couldn’t resist tunneling in dark soft curls and as they did so, he pulled free the scrap of rag Orlando was using as a bandana. Elijah loved kissing Orlando. Loved being kissed by him. Loved the recklessness, and total focus. Loved the feel of Orlando’s lips on his, the way his tongue would lick and soothe even as his teeth bit and scraped.
Orlando groaned and tightened his hold on Elijah. As he did so it was becoming abundantly clear to Elijah just how turned on the lanky man beneath him was becoming. Elijah purposely ground his ass against the denim-clad erection.
Moving his mouth a centimeter away from Elijah’s ear, Orlando whispered, “If you think I’m gonna carry you to the bedroom a la Scarlet fucking O’Hara, you can just fuck off with that!”
Giggling as he swung his feet to the ground, Elijah replied, “No way—klutz. You’re liable to drop me, or herniate something!” He hauled Orlando to his feet and the two crossed the suite to the bedroom door.
“Wait a minute, yeah?” Orlando put a hand on Elijah’s shoulder to stop him in the doorway. “Since I’ve made all the girly romantic effort anyway, might as well give you the full effect.” With that he slipped into the bedroom.
“Right then! Ready?” he said over-brightly. Orlando wound his arms around Elijah’s shoulders and guided him into the room.
Elijah managed to suppress a nervous giggle as he looked around at the flowers, and soft candlelight, and turned down sheets. “C’mere,” he husked, pulling Orlando closer. He proceeded to remove Orlando’s t-shirt and run his hands over the smooth expanse of olive skin beneath.
With shaking hands, Orlando unbuttoned Elijah’s dress shirt and it fell to rest between elbows and wrists. Smiling still, but no longer so nervous, he traced a long finger across the delicate rise of a collarbone and down the smooth white flesh of Elijah’s chest. He circled a shell pink nipple and his smile widened further at Elijah’s stifled moan of approval. His finger continued it’s gentle exploration and stopped at the waistband of Elijah’s baggy jeans. His eyebrows creased in a frown and his eyes grew darker under the cover of half lowered lids.
“What? What is it?” Elijah covered Orlando’s hand with his own.
“It’s,” Orlando bit his lip. “It’s just that well, I’m not sure…about what I said on the phone,” he finally managed to get the words out on a single exhalation.
Elijah placed his palms on Orlando’s shoulders and shook him slightly. “Shit Orli! What did you think I was gonna do? Shove you down on the bed and stick my cock up your ass?”
Orlando’s cheeks flamed and he gave an uncomfortable shrug.
“We have three days to get there, man. If we want to get there.” Elijah sat them both down on the foot of the bed. “From what I’ve read, penetration isn’t the be all and end all of gay sex anyway.” He placed a gentle kiss on Orlando’s slender shoulder as he felt the young man wince at the directness of his words. “There’s lots of other things--really really hot things-- we can do to each other. Cool?” He whispered.
“Cool.” Orlando smiled at the floor.
“I love you, Orli. And I want to be with you. Relax.” Elijah flattened his hand over Orlando’s heart and gently shoved him back onto the bed. “Relax,” he breathed into Orlando’s ear. He placed a serious of kisses along the strong jaw and bit gently at the long column of Orlando’s neck. Elijah licked and bit and tasted down the long golden body. He stopped at Orlando’s navel and said, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” before he dipped his head and laved the dark lines of tattooed sunburst with his tongue. Orlando smiled and felt himself melt into the sensation, running his long fingers through Elijah’s feather-soft hair.
But, as Elijah unbuttoned Orlando’s faded and age worn jeans, an uneasy hand put a stop to them being rucked down. Biting back his frustration, Elijah looked up into distress widened, espresso-dark eyes.
“Lij, I don’t know.”
“Don’t you want me to?” Elijah ran a gentle hand along the length of Orlando’s tartan cotton covered hard on.
“Yes!” he hissed. “It’s just that…those movies, you wanted us to watch…they’re Americans, yeah? And I’m not and they’ve…” Orlando trailed off while making an odd gesture at his groin.
As realization of what Orlando was talking about dawned, Elijah sat up and with tremendous effort contained his laughter enough to say, “Orli, the only dick I’m familiar with is my own. And even then it’s not like I’ve spent time, um, eye to eye, so to speak.” He caressed a frowning cheek and trailed his hand lower. “You’re beautiful. Gorgeous. Every single inch of you. Do you honestly think I give a shit whether or not you’re circumcised?” He kissed Orlando squarely on the mouth. “I want to do this. Let me.”
“Ok.” Before he lost his nerve, Orlando lifted up and removed his own jeans and boxers.
“Relax,” Elijah said for what seemed like the millionth time. He was still clad in his jeans and his own erection was just this side of painful; confined in layers of cotton and denim. But, Orlando finally relaxed enough to lean back into the pile of pillows and Elijah resumed his exploration.
Hands splayed on Orlando’s hips, and mouth poised above his groin, Elijah managed to rasp, “Is this ok?” Eyes squeezed shut and breathing harshly through his nose, Orlando’s only answer came in the frantic nodding of his head.
Elijah slid his tongue in slow circles around the tip of Orlando’s straining cock. He stroked and kissed the length and foreskin, bringing one hand up to caress Orlando’s balls. “Does that feel good?”
“Y..yes!” Orlando’s hand stroked along Elijah’s shoulder.
“Good!” Desire darkened eyes smiled up at Orlando. Noting the rhythm of Orlando’s hips, Elijah placed his lips over Orli’s throbbing length and began to suck, his movements echoing Orlando’s. Fairly proud of himself for figuring things out so fast, Elijah began to quicken the spit slick suck of his lips and increased the pressure of his fingers between Orlando’s legs.
“Wait! Wait! Lijah, wait!” As Elijah dragged his tongue along the glistening head of Orlando’s cock, Orlando writhed beneath him and batted at his shoulder. Elijah stopped and Orlando’s spit and precome slick length slipped from between Elijah’s swollen pink lips with an obscene noise.
“What’s wrong? Am I doing something wrong? Did I hurt you?” Elijah soothed and petted the fragile, pale skin at the underside of Orlando’s hipbone.
“No. No. It’s not that. At all!” Orlando palmed sweaty tendrils of hair from his face. “It’s just that, I don’t want to come—yet.” He smiled sheepishly.
“Oh.” Completely at a loss for how to proceed, Elijah remained prone in the wide spread of Orlando’s thighs.
“Your turn,” Orlando finally said, when his breathing had returned to somewhat normal. He curled slowly upright, and dragged his hand along Elijah’s shoulder, tugging impatiently.
Casting a wayward glance at Orlando’s groin, Elijah announced fretfully, “But, you’re still…you need to…” Orlando quickly silenced him with a sloppy kiss.
“I want to see you, Elijah.” Brown eyes stared intently into blue. Very gently, Orlando began to trace the aquiline jut of Elijah’s nose with one finger, then moved to his jaw, before the finger dipped lower and a self-satisfied grin spread across Orlando’s broad features at Elijah’s sudden intake of breath. Orlando fanned his fingers and they traced and shaped the expanse of milk-pale skin. “You’re so beautiful,” Orlando whispered against the soft contour of Elijah’s ear. He was rewarded with a blush that swept from Elijah’s cheekbones, to his ears, and lower down his throat.
Shifting slightly under Orlando’s ministrations, Elijah moved his arms from where they’d been steadying himself against Orlando’s shoulders to his own belt buckle. Drawing his feet up under him, Orlando said softly, “Let me,” before fumbling Elijah’s hands away with deft and gentle movements. Strong fingers made quick work of buttons and zippers, but not without taking special care to ease Elijah’s jeans and underwear carefully over the aching red length of his cock.
Unfolding himself along Elijah’s prone form, Orlando’s tanned hands continued to roam. Smiling, he placed a tender kiss just above the high sweep of Elijah’s hipbone. “This is so sexy, “ Orlando murmured into the hot skin, marred by the thick black lines of an Elvish 9.
“Glad someone’s turned on by it.” Elijah managed to pant as his hands alternately fisted in Orlando’s hair and the sheets. “Thing hurt like a motherfucker.”
“I wish I could have kissed it—kissed you—better.” Orlando said quietly as he again covered the marking with his lips.
A giggle turned moan was Elijah’s response to Orlando’s tongue circling and sucking at his navel. He nuzzled the pale, vulnerable skin where hip became thigh. Turning his head, Orlando inhaled the sweet sea salt and sand sent of Elijah. His fingers traced the dip of belly and the soft spring of dark hair. And Elijah’s cock bobbed, flushed and rock hard. Close. So close. Orlando could imagine the feel of the velvety, plush skin. He was close enough that every exhalation of his breath had Elijah writhing and moaning.
Orlando blinked, hard. He chewed his bottom lip. Even as his hands petted and stroked reassurances over the tops of Elijah’s thighs, still Orlando didn’t move.
“It’s ok, Orli. You don’t have to.” Panicked brown eyes looked up to where Elijah was propped on his elbows. “This is supposed to be good, for both of us.” A shaky smile graced Elijah’s sweetly pointed face as he tucked an errant lock of hair behind Orlando’s ear.
“But it’s your turn!” was all Orlando could think of to say. Frustration at his own trepidation caused him to frown and he felt stupidly close to tears.
“It’s not a contest, love.” Elijah left his hand where it was and his index finger traced the delicate curve of Orlando’s ear.
Orlando breathed out harshly. In underwater slow motion, he moved his right hand from where it rested atop Elijah’s thigh. Carefully he extended his fingers, and with agonizingly slow movements he used the pad of his thumb to trace around and across the head of Elijah’s still steel-rod hard cock. A drop of precome appeared and Orlando smiled a secret smile as he spread the liquid with that same thumb. Tilting his head to the side he looked at Elijah and said “How ‘bout this?”
Flopping back onto the ridiculous stack of pillows, Elijah managed to spill out “Fuck ya!” around a lust filled groan.
“Oh. Sorry. Calluses. From, the swords and blacksmithing, like. Hang on.” Amazingly, Orlando removed his hand and Elijah couldn’t help but whine at being without the feeling he craved. Ferreting around in the bedside drawer, Orlando sounded a triumphant “Ah ha!” and held a small plastic bottle aloft.
“What the hell is that?” Elijah’s head was spinning and he was breathing like an elderly, asthmatic horse, all the while his heart jackrabbiting against his ribs.
“Lube,” Orlando answered smugly, holding the bottle in front of his boyfriend’s face.
“K-Y?” Elijah attempted to stifle his amused expression.
Shrugging, Orlando answered, “It’s all they had at the airport.”
Had he not been painfully, mind numbingly turned on, Elijah was quite sure he would have laughed ‘til he puked at the thought of Orlando buying lube at the airport gift shop. “Just, fuckin’ hurry, man,” he mumbled.
“Right then,” Orlando flipped the cap and squeezed a generous amount of the clear liquid into one palm. He quickly rubbed his palms together and then stretched out beside Elijah once more. His cheek resting in one elbow-supported palm, Orlando began to move. He traced the raised veins and ridges with his thumb as his other four fingers rippled soft waves of sensation along the shaft of Elijah’s straining hard on. Flopping over onto his stomach on the wedge of mattress available thanks to the obscene spread of Elijah’s compactly muscles legs, Orlando directed all of his concentration to transmitting feeling and sensation. He cupped between his lover’s legs, stroking and stretching the skin of Elijah’s balls.
He fisted his fingers and adjusted his stroking to match the frenzied pumping of Elijah’s thrusting up into his hand. A constant stream of nonsensical obscenities flowed from Elijah’s panting mouth. Orlando gauged the success of each of his movements by the creativity of Elijah’s cursing, and by the height he managed to propel himself off the bed.
Elijah’s lust drenched noises were having their own effects on Orlando. Shifting his hips against the soft cotton sheets, he teased his own still poundingly hard cock. He could feel the familiar quicksilver spangle sending threatening sparks along his spine and into the sensitive flesh diligently humping the mattress. He could tell by the noises Elijah was making ,and the tightness of his balls that he was pretty close, too. He could feel the subtle changes in the cock he was teasing and stroking that Orlando knew in himself meant he was about to come.
For reasons he didn’t stop to think about, right then, at that moment, Orlando wanted more than anything to kiss Elijah. Wanted to feel his mouth. Taste each lip in turn. Probe the dark warmth behind his teeth. Elijah made a low growling sound at the loss of contact with Orlando. But the dark haired man just smiled shyly as he drew himself up over Elijah.
“Wha…?” Elijah’s eyes widened as Orland’s face pressed close.
“Wanna kiss you,” he breathed over Elijah’s skin. With tongue tip licks Orlando outlined the pout of perfect bow lips.
Whining and deepening the kiss, Elijah wound his arms around Orlando’s neck. Orlando responded eagerly, grasping Elijah’s face between his hands and collapsing on top of the smaller man.
Elijah’s still rock hard cock was trapped in the curve of Orlando’s hip. His groan was more pain than pleasure, and amidst a flurry of apologies murmured against Elijah’s skin, Orlando moved to adjust the curve of his body.
Shocked cocoa brown eyes stared into wide glacial blue.
“Oh!”
“Shit!”
As Orlando had moved to relieve the pressure of his weight, Elijah’s cock slid along the length of his own swollen erection. Experimentally, Elijah thrust upward. Again, the sensitive flesh of his shaft slipped-rubbed against Orlando. Orlando widened his legs, bracing them against Elijah’s thighs. He arched to meet Elijah’s thrusts.
“How did you know?” Elijah mumbled into the freckled skin of Orlando’s collarbones. His hands released their death grip around Orlando’s neck and he began to stroke his sweat slick back.
“Didn’t.” Orlando’s teeth grazed the fragile skin beneath Elijah’s ear and down his neck. “Just lucky, I guess.” He laughed shakily.
“Oh God!” Each buck and swivel of hips brought sensations more intense than anything before. “Give me a hickey and I’m gonna kill you.”
Snorting while he mumbled “Sorry.” Orlando changed the angle again, balancing his weight on the flat of one palm, while the other hand stroked a patternless rhythm along Elijah’s ribs. He replaced his teeth with his tongue and soothed the marks he’d made.
Elijah was convinced his heart was going to explode, or that his brain already had. His hands continued stroking-feeling the strip of scar tissue that ran down the middle or Orlando’s back. At a particularly wicked thrust of Orlando’s hips, Elijah’s hands grabbed and cupped at Orlando’s ass—his fingers sliding into the cleft between his cheeks.
Orlando let out a feral, lust-filled gasp and arched himself up to meet Elijah’s fingers.
“Like that?” Elijah’s eyes opened and he stared at Orlando, totally lost in the moment
“Uh. Um, sometimes…when we…Kate would…” Orlando babbled as Elijah continued to slide his fingers into Orlando’s crack.
“Not really a good time to bring up the ex,” Elijah smiled.
“R…right.” Orlando again thrust up into an obscene arch. “Stop and I’ll kill…uhn!” He eyes were clenched shut and he whipped his head back.
Licking a stripe across the long tendon of Orlando’s neck, Elijah whispered, “hang on,” and then groped on the bed for the bottle of lube.
Whining, Orlando pressed his face into the curve of Elijah’s neck. “Please!…Oh Please, Elijah.” He huffed.
Jesus! Orlando was begging him. Begging him! As Elijah’s fingers finally scraped against and grasped the plastic bottle, he flipped the cap. The slippery cool liquid pooled in his palm, a few droplets falling onto Orlando’s flushed skin. Elijah groaned as his lover wriggled from side to side, eager with anticipation.
Slicked fingers circled the dark heat between Orlando’s legs. Elijah ran his fingers around the tender pucker of flesh. With a rumbling groan, Orlando again arched eagerly up to meet the probing fingers. “Yes! Lijah, please.” Elijah kissed Orlando’s sweat dampened temple, calming his movements. “Please,” he groaned “Please…fuck me…like that.”
While using one hand to spread Orlando’s cheeks, Elijah thrust a finger on his other hand up and into Orlando. Elijah had never known it was possible to get so out of his head turned on just by the sounds another person was making. Elijah didn’t think he could ever get enough of Orlando’s out-of-control, fierce, wild noises as he bucked and thrashed.
Elijah moved his finger in a gentle back and forth motion; mimicking on Orlando’s inside what his cock was doing to his outside. He was so tight. So hot. But so easy. Elijah slipped another finger inside the slick entrance. Orlando was panting and swearing and Elijah sucked noisily on the taught muscles of his neck.
The sweet almost pain in Elijah’s groin was getting past the point of bearing. Elijah’s wrist was bent at a weird angle and he adjusted the movements of his fingers to try and find some relief. Back and forth and flex. Back and forth. And forth.
Orlando gave a tomcat yowl and launched himself completely off Elijah. For a moment, Elijah was confused and thought he’d done something to hurt the other man. “Jesus Christ yes!” Orlando yelled as his come splashed across Elijah’s hip.
Elijah’s hand was still bent at the wrist. His two fingers were still buried deep in Orlando’s ass. And his cock was still insanely hard. Taking charge, Elijah pulled Orlando back down on top of him. At the same time as Elijah thrust his tongue deep into the gasping heat of Orlando’s broad mouth, he thrust-dragged his erection between Orlando’s thighs. With a whooping laugh and a sigh of relief, Elijah’s come painted silver stripes over Orlando’s taut belly.
“Holy shit! What the pinging hell was that?” Orlando whispered in reverential awe as he flung himself off Elijah and onto his back.
“Prostate, I’m guessing.” Elijah managed to say matter-of-factly, once his ability to speak had returned.
“Mmmm…bloody lovely, that.” The darker man sighed contentedly. He neatly tucked the bedclothes around them with one hand and used the other to pull Elijah close.
“Fuckin’ amazing.” Elijah concurred in a blurry, sleep-tainted voice.
“Well, then. I wouldn’t say that sucked.”
“Uh-uhn!!!”
“We could write our own damned how to book.” Orlando continued smugly. Even without opening his eyes, Elijah could tell Orlando was speaking through a lunatic grin.
Sitting up a little, Elijah was once more fully awake. Amusement shone in the summer sky brightness of his gaze. “Hell ya!” he dragged his hand lightly down Orlando’s chest, toying absently with a copper nipple. Doing his best to affect a lewd leer, Elijah asked, “So, if we just covered Chapter One, what’s next?”
Snorting and batting away the distracting hand, Orlando thought for a moment, “Hmmm...dunno.” His own hand curved along his belly and thigh. Wrinkling his nose at what was rapidly becoming a sticky mess, he said “Shower sex?”
Tearing aside Orlando’s carefully arranged covers, Elijah rocketed out of bed yelling “Oh, fuck yes!” he grabbed Orlando’s hand and, giggling, hauled him towards the en suite.
Author:
cloudlessclimes Rated: NC-17
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:Elijah and Orlando figure it out. Insert Tab A into Slot B, or something
Feedback: Is a wonderful thing
Notes: written for
lotrpschallenge #15: SEX! It's also a first time! fic, has precious little plot aside from working up to doing the deed, and is bloody damn long. These boys take forever to do anything!P.S: Special thanks to
janaan_ya for her most excellent editorial assistance!Cannes, France May 2004
“May I help you sir?” Elijah stopped mid-step and turned his attention towards the concierge desk.
“Um, I’m going to see one of your guests,” Elijah answered, taken aback by the seriousness of the expression on the deskman’s face.
“And which guest would that be?” the small dark man asked in perfect English. He cast an appraising glance at the somewhat rumpled American. Between filming and a last minute decision to board a flight to France, Elijah Wood had been in constant motion for almost 24 hours.
Elijah absently roughed patterns in his hair with an uneasy hand before answering the question. “Er…Orlando Bloom?” he said finally. His single suitcase escaped his wrangling and did a belly flop onto the expensive carpet.
An eyebrow shot up and Elijah was certain he heard the man at the desk mumble, “That kid’s a pain in the ass,” before picking up the house phone. “Whom shall I say is here?”
The slightly built actor looked up from where he’d been wrestling his case upright and said, “Oh, that’s ok. I know where I’m going. He’s expecting me.”
The concierge made a uniquely Gallic noise at the back of his throat. Waving the black phone on it’s chord he said, “None the less; your name sir?”
Sighing and leaving his baggage where it had fallen over a second time, Elijah answered, “Elijah Wood.”
With a “very well” the hotel employee dialed a brief string of digits. “A Mr. Wood here for you, sir. Shall I send him up?” and then he nodded in affirmation at what was said on the phone.
“Jean-Pierre will escort you to Mr. Bloom’s suite.” Elijah was quite sure the extremely thin Frenchman rolled his eyes.
“It’s ok. I have the suite number.” Elijah was stopped from picking up his case by the largest hand he’d ever seen. And the body attached—-Jean-Pierre presumably--could easily have served as a mafia goon extra on The Sopranos. Knowing when to pick his battles, Elijah acquiesced and followed obediently behind the hulking bellhop.
The elevator ride to the 21st floor was spent in silence. Elijah smiled in what he hoped was benign placidity. No one else got on the elevator. When they reached the desired floor, Jean-Pierre keyed numbers onto a glowing pad and the doors shushed opened. Curious, Elijah stepped out into the hallway.
Biting his lip, he walked with the bellhop a few short steps and had only time to stuff a few notes into the man’s hand before the suite door opened. Elijah was roughly yanked inside, and the sound of his suitcase clattering against the marble of the entryway was engulfed by joyous shouts of “You’re here! You’re here! You’re really here,” before a wide mouth clamped over his.
Orlando kissed him with wild abandon. Shoving Elijah against the hastily slammed door, he sucked and licked and groaned when the lips beneath his opened and his tongue slid inside Elijah’s mouth. A satisfied smile curled the corners of Orlando’s lips as he felt Elijah return the kiss with equal intensity.
Sliding his tongue across Orlando’s, Elijah sucked at his broad lower lip. His hands traced a path along the lean muscles of Orlando’s arms and shoulders until they tangled in the slippery silk of his dark hair.
The palm of Orlando’s hand slapped at the solid door—framing Elijah’s face. His other hand fisted a gathered bunch of the smaller man’s dress shirt. His mouth continued its exploration; tracing each tooth and using his tongue to stroke and prod at the slight gap between Elijah’s front teeth.
Cradling Orlando’s face with his hands, Elijah broke the kiss just enough to whisper, “I’m here. I’m really here.” Before Orlando again claimed his lips. Sapphire bright eyes widened in mirth as Elijah managed to catch a glimpse of the large room before him. “Why Mr. Bloom, are you trying to seduce me?”
Resting his forehead against Elijah’s, Orlando smiled and said “Yeah. It working?”
“Do I look like a champagne and roses kinda guy?”
After a head to toe appraisal of Elijah’s compact frame, Orlando answered, “Nah, definitely more a porn and chocolate kinda guy.” Kissing the tip of Elijah’s nose, Orlando grabbed his hand and led him into the suite’s sitting room. “But this was the best I could do on short notice.” The two men came to rest--arms entwined--on the overstuffed cream coloured couch, in the center of the cream coloured room. Orlando poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to Elijah.
“Mmm,” Elijah sipped from the glass and stroked Orlando’s broad hand with his thumb. “Um, so,” he managed. “Did you,” he watched the movement of his thumb and avoided looking at Orlando, “Did you mean what you said? On the phone?”
Nervously swallowing his mouthful of Cristal, Orlando answered, “’Course. Yeah. Why? Don’t you want to?”
“No, no. I mean, yes. Of course I do.” Elijah exhaled heavily. Placing his champagne flute on the table, he leaned into the darker man. It’s just…I have no fuckin’ clue what I’m doin', here, man.”
Orlando buried his uneasy smile in the riotous sandy brown spikes of Elijah’s hair. “And you think I do? Despite what you might have heard about the goings on at Drama School, let me assure you I’ve never…” He was cut short by Elijah’s firm kiss.
“Jesus!” Elijah panted against Orlando’s cheek. “I feel like some kind of fuckin’ horny teenager or something.”
“Me too.”
“So," Elijah elbowed Orlando in the ribs. “D’ya get that tape I sent you?”
A pink tide swept across the high angle of Orlando’s cheekbones. “Yes!” He answered through lowered lashes.
“D’ya watch it?” Elijah tilted his head to look into the British man’s eyes.
“Erm…sorta.” Orlando coughed and gazed over Elijah’s head.
“Sorta? What the fuck does that mean?” Elijah placed a finger under Orlando’s sharp chin. The other man had no choice but to look into the glacial blue of Elijah’s stare.
“I tried…I did…” Orlando once again twined his fingers through Elijah’s.
“Well, I brought a copy. We could watch it together, if you want.” Elijah softened his tone and hoped his smile was supportive.
“What? No!” Orlando startled slightly with a groan. Dropping Elijah’s hand to rest on his knees. “I did try and watch it. Honest I did. But well, it was embarrassing, wasn’t it?” Here Orlando stopped and took a breath. “I mean, I’ve never been attracted to men, have I? I’ve only ever been attracted to you, yeah? So watching strangers…learning how to,” he made an airy gesture between himself and Elijah, “be with you…from a tape seems…wrong, yeah?” The pink of his cheeks darkened to crimson and spread across his ears and neck.
“Oh.” Elijah smiled and rested the sharp point of his chin in the divot of muscle between Orlando’s neck and shoulders. “Why didn’t you say something? Christ, this is awkward enough without making you feel embarrassed.” Orlando shifted and shrugged dismissively.
“I just thought maybe if we knew what we were supposed to do…if we did a little…research…”
“Jesus Lij! It’s not back story for your new role!” Orlando pinched the bridge of his nose, and sounded every inch the off put Englishman.
“Sorry, sorry.” Elijah stroked soothing circles across Orlando’s back. “I just thought I could do something so our first time didn’t suck.”
“Why would it suck?’ Orlando raised his head sharply and his soft eyes stared wide at Elijah.
“Um, well. It’s just that most first times, well, they kinda do...”
“They do?”
“Yeah. Didn’t yours?” Now it was Elijah’s turn to be embarrassed.
“No. Actually it was quite lovely.” Orlando answered earnestly.
“Oh, right. I forgot who I was talking to. Mr. Perfect.” Elijah met his boyfriend’s dark gaze and smiled as Orlando good-naturedly chucked him under the chin.
“Seriously, Orli; since you’re the one who said, that you want, that you’re ready to…”
“That I want you to fuck me.” Orlando finished, drawing Elijah to him and tracing gentle kisses along the line of his jaw.
“Um, ya. That. Aren’t you, well, scared?”
“Terrified.” Orlando murmured softly, his breath tickling Elijah sensitive skin.
“Then what are we gonna do?”
“Well, I thought that since I figured out sex with women pretty well without much guidance or aid, that this would be much the same. You know what you like, and I know what I like. And I thought maybe we could just let each other know as we got along.” Orlando stated in a rare matter of fact manner, before pulling Elijah close in the circle of his arms.
“Oh. Well. That makes sense. I guess,” Elijah traced distracted patterns across Orlando’s forearm.
The darker man exhaled and softly nuzzled Elijah’s ear. “Yeah, but now we’ve both made it into a bloody great thing, haven’t we? And there’s so much pressure.”
“Look,” Elijah turned in the embrace, his hands resting on the crest of Orlando’s hips. “How ‘bout we go get some dinner? Chill out. Catch up.”
Orlando shook his head. “This town is crawling with movie people. I want your visit to be about you and me. Not work and smile for the camera.”
“Room service?”
A smile that lightened the ebony darkness of Orlando’s eyes slid slowly across his face. “Sounds good.”
The two friends laughed and joked over their meal. Elijah caught Orlando up on his latest project and newest ideas, and Orlando tried to make light of the grueling schedule he had locked himself into for the next couple of years. A relaxed, happy atmosphere, fueled by good food, and even better champagne, soon chased away the earlier nervous tension.
“So, I swear to God I heard the guy at the desk call you a pain in the ass, and what’s the deal with the security goons anyway?” Elijah finally asked before spooning up a mouthful of crème brulé.
Orlando rolled his eyes heavenward. “Fuck but am I gonna owe that lot fat tips! I have been a pain in the ass. Acting a right prima donna, I suspect. What with all the flowers and the champagne and the sheets—you still dig Egyptian cotton, yeah?’ Orlando stopped, laughing along with Elijah. “But wait, you haven’t even seen all the candles yet!” Here Elijah took a quick look around the room and raised his eyebrow.
“Ah, they’re in the bedroom.’ Orlando inclined his head, somewhat embarrassed. “And then I actually made them clear the floor so we’d have privacy, and I had them call up every visitor because I only wanted to see you. And I wanted everything to be perfect. And I was just so fucking nervous…”
Elijah stood and walked to the other side of the table. “You are a pain in the ass. But a sweet one. Curling his arms around Orlando’s neck, Elijah deposited himself into Orlando’s lap. “And you didn’t have to do any of this. Just being with you is perfect.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Elijah pulled Orlando down to him. His lips brushed past cheek and chin before settling on his mouth. His fingers couldn’t resist tunneling in dark soft curls and as they did so, he pulled free the scrap of rag Orlando was using as a bandana. Elijah loved kissing Orlando. Loved being kissed by him. Loved the recklessness, and total focus. Loved the feel of Orlando’s lips on his, the way his tongue would lick and soothe even as his teeth bit and scraped.
Orlando groaned and tightened his hold on Elijah. As he did so it was becoming abundantly clear to Elijah just how turned on the lanky man beneath him was becoming. Elijah purposely ground his ass against the denim-clad erection.
Moving his mouth a centimeter away from Elijah’s ear, Orlando whispered, “If you think I’m gonna carry you to the bedroom a la Scarlet fucking O’Hara, you can just fuck off with that!”
Giggling as he swung his feet to the ground, Elijah replied, “No way—klutz. You’re liable to drop me, or herniate something!” He hauled Orlando to his feet and the two crossed the suite to the bedroom door.
“Wait a minute, yeah?” Orlando put a hand on Elijah’s shoulder to stop him in the doorway. “Since I’ve made all the girly romantic effort anyway, might as well give you the full effect.” With that he slipped into the bedroom.
“Right then! Ready?” he said over-brightly. Orlando wound his arms around Elijah’s shoulders and guided him into the room.
Elijah managed to suppress a nervous giggle as he looked around at the flowers, and soft candlelight, and turned down sheets. “C’mere,” he husked, pulling Orlando closer. He proceeded to remove Orlando’s t-shirt and run his hands over the smooth expanse of olive skin beneath.
With shaking hands, Orlando unbuttoned Elijah’s dress shirt and it fell to rest between elbows and wrists. Smiling still, but no longer so nervous, he traced a long finger across the delicate rise of a collarbone and down the smooth white flesh of Elijah’s chest. He circled a shell pink nipple and his smile widened further at Elijah’s stifled moan of approval. His finger continued it’s gentle exploration and stopped at the waistband of Elijah’s baggy jeans. His eyebrows creased in a frown and his eyes grew darker under the cover of half lowered lids.
“What? What is it?” Elijah covered Orlando’s hand with his own.
“It’s,” Orlando bit his lip. “It’s just that well, I’m not sure…about what I said on the phone,” he finally managed to get the words out on a single exhalation.
Elijah placed his palms on Orlando’s shoulders and shook him slightly. “Shit Orli! What did you think I was gonna do? Shove you down on the bed and stick my cock up your ass?”
Orlando’s cheeks flamed and he gave an uncomfortable shrug.
“We have three days to get there, man. If we want to get there.” Elijah sat them both down on the foot of the bed. “From what I’ve read, penetration isn’t the be all and end all of gay sex anyway.” He placed a gentle kiss on Orlando’s slender shoulder as he felt the young man wince at the directness of his words. “There’s lots of other things--really really hot things-- we can do to each other. Cool?” He whispered.
“Cool.” Orlando smiled at the floor.
“I love you, Orli. And I want to be with you. Relax.” Elijah flattened his hand over Orlando’s heart and gently shoved him back onto the bed. “Relax,” he breathed into Orlando’s ear. He placed a serious of kisses along the strong jaw and bit gently at the long column of Orlando’s neck. Elijah licked and bit and tasted down the long golden body. He stopped at Orlando’s navel and said, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” before he dipped his head and laved the dark lines of tattooed sunburst with his tongue. Orlando smiled and felt himself melt into the sensation, running his long fingers through Elijah’s feather-soft hair.
But, as Elijah unbuttoned Orlando’s faded and age worn jeans, an uneasy hand put a stop to them being rucked down. Biting back his frustration, Elijah looked up into distress widened, espresso-dark eyes.
“Lij, I don’t know.”
“Don’t you want me to?” Elijah ran a gentle hand along the length of Orlando’s tartan cotton covered hard on.
“Yes!” he hissed. “It’s just that…those movies, you wanted us to watch…they’re Americans, yeah? And I’m not and they’ve…” Orlando trailed off while making an odd gesture at his groin.
As realization of what Orlando was talking about dawned, Elijah sat up and with tremendous effort contained his laughter enough to say, “Orli, the only dick I’m familiar with is my own. And even then it’s not like I’ve spent time, um, eye to eye, so to speak.” He caressed a frowning cheek and trailed his hand lower. “You’re beautiful. Gorgeous. Every single inch of you. Do you honestly think I give a shit whether or not you’re circumcised?” He kissed Orlando squarely on the mouth. “I want to do this. Let me.”
“Ok.” Before he lost his nerve, Orlando lifted up and removed his own jeans and boxers.
“Relax,” Elijah said for what seemed like the millionth time. He was still clad in his jeans and his own erection was just this side of painful; confined in layers of cotton and denim. But, Orlando finally relaxed enough to lean back into the pile of pillows and Elijah resumed his exploration.
Hands splayed on Orlando’s hips, and mouth poised above his groin, Elijah managed to rasp, “Is this ok?” Eyes squeezed shut and breathing harshly through his nose, Orlando’s only answer came in the frantic nodding of his head.
Elijah slid his tongue in slow circles around the tip of Orlando’s straining cock. He stroked and kissed the length and foreskin, bringing one hand up to caress Orlando’s balls. “Does that feel good?”
“Y..yes!” Orlando’s hand stroked along Elijah’s shoulder.
“Good!” Desire darkened eyes smiled up at Orlando. Noting the rhythm of Orlando’s hips, Elijah placed his lips over Orli’s throbbing length and began to suck, his movements echoing Orlando’s. Fairly proud of himself for figuring things out so fast, Elijah began to quicken the spit slick suck of his lips and increased the pressure of his fingers between Orlando’s legs.
“Wait! Wait! Lijah, wait!” As Elijah dragged his tongue along the glistening head of Orlando’s cock, Orlando writhed beneath him and batted at his shoulder. Elijah stopped and Orlando’s spit and precome slick length slipped from between Elijah’s swollen pink lips with an obscene noise.
“What’s wrong? Am I doing something wrong? Did I hurt you?” Elijah soothed and petted the fragile, pale skin at the underside of Orlando’s hipbone.
“No. No. It’s not that. At all!” Orlando palmed sweaty tendrils of hair from his face. “It’s just that, I don’t want to come—yet.” He smiled sheepishly.
“Oh.” Completely at a loss for how to proceed, Elijah remained prone in the wide spread of Orlando’s thighs.
“Your turn,” Orlando finally said, when his breathing had returned to somewhat normal. He curled slowly upright, and dragged his hand along Elijah’s shoulder, tugging impatiently.
Casting a wayward glance at Orlando’s groin, Elijah announced fretfully, “But, you’re still…you need to…” Orlando quickly silenced him with a sloppy kiss.
“I want to see you, Elijah.” Brown eyes stared intently into blue. Very gently, Orlando began to trace the aquiline jut of Elijah’s nose with one finger, then moved to his jaw, before the finger dipped lower and a self-satisfied grin spread across Orlando’s broad features at Elijah’s sudden intake of breath. Orlando fanned his fingers and they traced and shaped the expanse of milk-pale skin. “You’re so beautiful,” Orlando whispered against the soft contour of Elijah’s ear. He was rewarded with a blush that swept from Elijah’s cheekbones, to his ears, and lower down his throat.
Shifting slightly under Orlando’s ministrations, Elijah moved his arms from where they’d been steadying himself against Orlando’s shoulders to his own belt buckle. Drawing his feet up under him, Orlando said softly, “Let me,” before fumbling Elijah’s hands away with deft and gentle movements. Strong fingers made quick work of buttons and zippers, but not without taking special care to ease Elijah’s jeans and underwear carefully over the aching red length of his cock.
Unfolding himself along Elijah’s prone form, Orlando’s tanned hands continued to roam. Smiling, he placed a tender kiss just above the high sweep of Elijah’s hipbone. “This is so sexy, “ Orlando murmured into the hot skin, marred by the thick black lines of an Elvish 9.
“Glad someone’s turned on by it.” Elijah managed to pant as his hands alternately fisted in Orlando’s hair and the sheets. “Thing hurt like a motherfucker.”
“I wish I could have kissed it—kissed you—better.” Orlando said quietly as he again covered the marking with his lips.
A giggle turned moan was Elijah’s response to Orlando’s tongue circling and sucking at his navel. He nuzzled the pale, vulnerable skin where hip became thigh. Turning his head, Orlando inhaled the sweet sea salt and sand sent of Elijah. His fingers traced the dip of belly and the soft spring of dark hair. And Elijah’s cock bobbed, flushed and rock hard. Close. So close. Orlando could imagine the feel of the velvety, plush skin. He was close enough that every exhalation of his breath had Elijah writhing and moaning.
Orlando blinked, hard. He chewed his bottom lip. Even as his hands petted and stroked reassurances over the tops of Elijah’s thighs, still Orlando didn’t move.
“It’s ok, Orli. You don’t have to.” Panicked brown eyes looked up to where Elijah was propped on his elbows. “This is supposed to be good, for both of us.” A shaky smile graced Elijah’s sweetly pointed face as he tucked an errant lock of hair behind Orlando’s ear.
“But it’s your turn!” was all Orlando could think of to say. Frustration at his own trepidation caused him to frown and he felt stupidly close to tears.
“It’s not a contest, love.” Elijah left his hand where it was and his index finger traced the delicate curve of Orlando’s ear.
Orlando breathed out harshly. In underwater slow motion, he moved his right hand from where it rested atop Elijah’s thigh. Carefully he extended his fingers, and with agonizingly slow movements he used the pad of his thumb to trace around and across the head of Elijah’s still steel-rod hard cock. A drop of precome appeared and Orlando smiled a secret smile as he spread the liquid with that same thumb. Tilting his head to the side he looked at Elijah and said “How ‘bout this?”
Flopping back onto the ridiculous stack of pillows, Elijah managed to spill out “Fuck ya!” around a lust filled groan.
“Oh. Sorry. Calluses. From, the swords and blacksmithing, like. Hang on.” Amazingly, Orlando removed his hand and Elijah couldn’t help but whine at being without the feeling he craved. Ferreting around in the bedside drawer, Orlando sounded a triumphant “Ah ha!” and held a small plastic bottle aloft.
“What the hell is that?” Elijah’s head was spinning and he was breathing like an elderly, asthmatic horse, all the while his heart jackrabbiting against his ribs.
“Lube,” Orlando answered smugly, holding the bottle in front of his boyfriend’s face.
“K-Y?” Elijah attempted to stifle his amused expression.
Shrugging, Orlando answered, “It’s all they had at the airport.”
Had he not been painfully, mind numbingly turned on, Elijah was quite sure he would have laughed ‘til he puked at the thought of Orlando buying lube at the airport gift shop. “Just, fuckin’ hurry, man,” he mumbled.
“Right then,” Orlando flipped the cap and squeezed a generous amount of the clear liquid into one palm. He quickly rubbed his palms together and then stretched out beside Elijah once more. His cheek resting in one elbow-supported palm, Orlando began to move. He traced the raised veins and ridges with his thumb as his other four fingers rippled soft waves of sensation along the shaft of Elijah’s straining hard on. Flopping over onto his stomach on the wedge of mattress available thanks to the obscene spread of Elijah’s compactly muscles legs, Orlando directed all of his concentration to transmitting feeling and sensation. He cupped between his lover’s legs, stroking and stretching the skin of Elijah’s balls.
He fisted his fingers and adjusted his stroking to match the frenzied pumping of Elijah’s thrusting up into his hand. A constant stream of nonsensical obscenities flowed from Elijah’s panting mouth. Orlando gauged the success of each of his movements by the creativity of Elijah’s cursing, and by the height he managed to propel himself off the bed.
Elijah’s lust drenched noises were having their own effects on Orlando. Shifting his hips against the soft cotton sheets, he teased his own still poundingly hard cock. He could feel the familiar quicksilver spangle sending threatening sparks along his spine and into the sensitive flesh diligently humping the mattress. He could tell by the noises Elijah was making ,and the tightness of his balls that he was pretty close, too. He could feel the subtle changes in the cock he was teasing and stroking that Orlando knew in himself meant he was about to come.
For reasons he didn’t stop to think about, right then, at that moment, Orlando wanted more than anything to kiss Elijah. Wanted to feel his mouth. Taste each lip in turn. Probe the dark warmth behind his teeth. Elijah made a low growling sound at the loss of contact with Orlando. But the dark haired man just smiled shyly as he drew himself up over Elijah.
“Wha…?” Elijah’s eyes widened as Orland’s face pressed close.
“Wanna kiss you,” he breathed over Elijah’s skin. With tongue tip licks Orlando outlined the pout of perfect bow lips.
Whining and deepening the kiss, Elijah wound his arms around Orlando’s neck. Orlando responded eagerly, grasping Elijah’s face between his hands and collapsing on top of the smaller man.
Elijah’s still rock hard cock was trapped in the curve of Orlando’s hip. His groan was more pain than pleasure, and amidst a flurry of apologies murmured against Elijah’s skin, Orlando moved to adjust the curve of his body.
Shocked cocoa brown eyes stared into wide glacial blue.
“Oh!”
“Shit!”
As Orlando had moved to relieve the pressure of his weight, Elijah’s cock slid along the length of his own swollen erection. Experimentally, Elijah thrust upward. Again, the sensitive flesh of his shaft slipped-rubbed against Orlando. Orlando widened his legs, bracing them against Elijah’s thighs. He arched to meet Elijah’s thrusts.
“How did you know?” Elijah mumbled into the freckled skin of Orlando’s collarbones. His hands released their death grip around Orlando’s neck and he began to stroke his sweat slick back.
“Didn’t.” Orlando’s teeth grazed the fragile skin beneath Elijah’s ear and down his neck. “Just lucky, I guess.” He laughed shakily.
“Oh God!” Each buck and swivel of hips brought sensations more intense than anything before. “Give me a hickey and I’m gonna kill you.”
Snorting while he mumbled “Sorry.” Orlando changed the angle again, balancing his weight on the flat of one palm, while the other hand stroked a patternless rhythm along Elijah’s ribs. He replaced his teeth with his tongue and soothed the marks he’d made.
Elijah was convinced his heart was going to explode, or that his brain already had. His hands continued stroking-feeling the strip of scar tissue that ran down the middle or Orlando’s back. At a particularly wicked thrust of Orlando’s hips, Elijah’s hands grabbed and cupped at Orlando’s ass—his fingers sliding into the cleft between his cheeks.
Orlando let out a feral, lust-filled gasp and arched himself up to meet Elijah’s fingers.
“Like that?” Elijah’s eyes opened and he stared at Orlando, totally lost in the moment
“Uh. Um, sometimes…when we…Kate would…” Orlando babbled as Elijah continued to slide his fingers into Orlando’s crack.
“Not really a good time to bring up the ex,” Elijah smiled.
“R…right.” Orlando again thrust up into an obscene arch. “Stop and I’ll kill…uhn!” He eyes were clenched shut and he whipped his head back.
Licking a stripe across the long tendon of Orlando’s neck, Elijah whispered, “hang on,” and then groped on the bed for the bottle of lube.
Whining, Orlando pressed his face into the curve of Elijah’s neck. “Please!…Oh Please, Elijah.” He huffed.
Jesus! Orlando was begging him. Begging him! As Elijah’s fingers finally scraped against and grasped the plastic bottle, he flipped the cap. The slippery cool liquid pooled in his palm, a few droplets falling onto Orlando’s flushed skin. Elijah groaned as his lover wriggled from side to side, eager with anticipation.
Slicked fingers circled the dark heat between Orlando’s legs. Elijah ran his fingers around the tender pucker of flesh. With a rumbling groan, Orlando again arched eagerly up to meet the probing fingers. “Yes! Lijah, please.” Elijah kissed Orlando’s sweat dampened temple, calming his movements. “Please,” he groaned “Please…fuck me…like that.”
While using one hand to spread Orlando’s cheeks, Elijah thrust a finger on his other hand up and into Orlando. Elijah had never known it was possible to get so out of his head turned on just by the sounds another person was making. Elijah didn’t think he could ever get enough of Orlando’s out-of-control, fierce, wild noises as he bucked and thrashed.
Elijah moved his finger in a gentle back and forth motion; mimicking on Orlando’s inside what his cock was doing to his outside. He was so tight. So hot. But so easy. Elijah slipped another finger inside the slick entrance. Orlando was panting and swearing and Elijah sucked noisily on the taught muscles of his neck.
The sweet almost pain in Elijah’s groin was getting past the point of bearing. Elijah’s wrist was bent at a weird angle and he adjusted the movements of his fingers to try and find some relief. Back and forth and flex. Back and forth. And forth.
Orlando gave a tomcat yowl and launched himself completely off Elijah. For a moment, Elijah was confused and thought he’d done something to hurt the other man. “Jesus Christ yes!” Orlando yelled as his come splashed across Elijah’s hip.
Elijah’s hand was still bent at the wrist. His two fingers were still buried deep in Orlando’s ass. And his cock was still insanely hard. Taking charge, Elijah pulled Orlando back down on top of him. At the same time as Elijah thrust his tongue deep into the gasping heat of Orlando’s broad mouth, he thrust-dragged his erection between Orlando’s thighs. With a whooping laugh and a sigh of relief, Elijah’s come painted silver stripes over Orlando’s taut belly.
“Holy shit! What the pinging hell was that?” Orlando whispered in reverential awe as he flung himself off Elijah and onto his back.
“Prostate, I’m guessing.” Elijah managed to say matter-of-factly, once his ability to speak had returned.
“Mmmm…bloody lovely, that.” The darker man sighed contentedly. He neatly tucked the bedclothes around them with one hand and used the other to pull Elijah close.
“Fuckin’ amazing.” Elijah concurred in a blurry, sleep-tainted voice.
“Well, then. I wouldn’t say that sucked.”
“Uh-uhn!!!”
“We could write our own damned how to book.” Orlando continued smugly. Even without opening his eyes, Elijah could tell Orlando was speaking through a lunatic grin.
Sitting up a little, Elijah was once more fully awake. Amusement shone in the summer sky brightness of his gaze. “Hell ya!” he dragged his hand lightly down Orlando’s chest, toying absently with a copper nipple. Doing his best to affect a lewd leer, Elijah asked, “So, if we just covered Chapter One, what’s next?”
Snorting and batting away the distracting hand, Orlando thought for a moment, “Hmmm...dunno.” His own hand curved along his belly and thigh. Wrinkling his nose at what was rapidly becoming a sticky mess, he said “Shower sex?”
Tearing aside Orlando’s carefully arranged covers, Elijah rocketed out of bed yelling “Oh, fuck yes!” he grabbed Orlando’s hand and, giggling, hauled him towards the en suite.
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Um ok wow!!
That was really good and will there be a sequel of shower sex, PLEASE????
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cute, suspenseful
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let me know
Jan (cotatij@acninc.net)
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