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Unhappy, Texas 2/?-DM/BB(eventually), OB/EW-NC17
Title: Unhappy, Texas 2/?
Author: Jen
Pairings: DM/BB(eventually- if Billy will only shape up ), OB/EW
Rating: NC17
Summary: There are no words in the English language that can possibly begin to describe this weirdness. ; ) But, I'll do my best: Orli and Lij try to mend Dom's broken heart with a change of scenery, while Billy stays in Scotland and keeps busy making the worst decision of his life.
This part: Dom returns to teach Orli and Lij a lesson, but instead gets an eyeful.
Warnings: Descriptive m/m sex
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author does not know, and is in no way affiliated with the persons mentioned in this work. No disrespect is intended to the persons mentioned in this work. No money is in any way being made from this piece of pure fiction.
Feedback: Would absolutely adore it.
A/N: This has to without doubt be the strangest thing I have ever written, and it only promises to get stranger as it goes along. It's times like this that I sincerely wonder what went wrong when my brain was being created. ; ) -Jen
Dom exploded into the rented house the three of them were sharing, intent on giving Orlando fucking Bloom a piece of his mind. Blindly storming through the living room and up the stairs in the dark- very nearly knocking himself senseless on a wayward hatrack in the process- he reached his intended victims' bedroom door and flung it open. Unfortunately, he hadn't stopped to consider what might be going on between two perpetually horny young men at three o' clock in the morning in the privacy of their room, and found his righteous anger changing back to crushing sadness and longing within the space of a heartbeat.
The sound of the door banging open had not even registered with the two lovers in the bed. They were focused only on each other. Orli's muscular, glistening body moved lithely atop the man beneath him, Lijah's alabaster skin contrasting sharply against the deeply tanned flesh of his lover.
Dom looked on, mesmerized, as the couple grew more frantic; Lijah's legs wrapping around Orli's lower back, Orli's hips moving faster as he tossed his head back in ecstasy, swiftly escalating moans and sighs and disjointed endearments filling the room. He watched as Orli's right hand reached up to the pillow, searching, and clasped Lij's left hand tightly, that one simple gesture showing the depths of his feelings for the man he moved inside of. Dom realized he wasn't witnessing anything as base as fucking. Nor was this amicable, chase away the lonelies shagging. This was everything beautiful in the world.
"Oh God, Lijah, open your eyes. Look at me, baby. Need to see you come.", Orli panted as his free hand reached down to grasp his lover's weeping cock, firmly stroking him towards completion.
Elijah obeyed, and his unfocussed, wild eyes fluttered open, locking onto his partner's, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, breathless whimpers escaping anyway. Orli's mouth was open in bliss and Lij's delicate fingers rose to meet it, thumb brushing along lips beaded with sweat. Orli moaned deeply as he sucked the fingers into his mouth, hips jerking wildly, his body helplessly shuddering in release.
"Oh, fuck...Lando!", Elijah cried, his body arching into his lover's as he came between their bellies.
Dom watched, heart aching but quite unable to turn away, as Orli rolled off taking Lijah with him, and gently pulled him close, holding him tightly against his chest. Of course Orlando, being Orlando, nearly toppled them off the side of the bed with the motion, but Elijah managed to stop their fall, and his arms came up around Orli's back as he snuggled into his warmth.
"God Lijah, love you so much." Orli's murmuring voice was choked with emotion.
The soft whisper in return, "Love you forever, my klutzy fuckin' elf."
Dear God, why couldn't he and Bills have this, experience this beauty for themselves? How many nights had he been wrapped in Bill's embrace, looking into green eyes filled with emotion as he tipped over the edge of the world, feeling safe and at peace and utterly loved, only to wake and find it all a dream? And in less than a week from now, that dream would be out of reach forever.
Blinded by scalding tears that had crept up on him again, feeling like the biggest girl's blouse on the planet, Dom stumbled back into the hallway towards his own room, crashing into some kind of ridiculously ornate vase-thing lurking in the shadows, sending the heavy golden piece of shit tumbling down the marble staircase with a cacophony loud enough to wake the dead.
'Who the fuck designed this place, anyway?!', he wondered crazily. 'Liberace?'
He finally made it to his room and flopped onto the bed, feelings of loneliness and desperation washing over him.
Not even thirty seconds passed before the door opened and Orli walked in, plopping himself down on the mattress.
Gone was the clumsy, amusingly awkward boy, the one the majority of the public seemed to think overwhelmingly gorgeous yet half daft. In his place was a very different Orlando- a sensitive, loving man, who had a heart of the purest gold, yet also a very Legolas-like wisdom, one which was far older than his years. This Orlando didn't appear very often, but when he did it was a sight to behold. He had eyes which could see right into people's souls, and knew the perfect words to speak, when words were needed. None were needed now.
He simply wrapped his long, muscular arms around Dom and held him tight, chin resting on his spiky blonde mop of hair, as his fingers soothingly traced soft patterns on his heaving back. Dom finally gave in and allowed himself to cry full on, all-out sobs, all of his pain and desperation pouring out onto his friend's willing chest. When Dom, after a long while, finally got himself under some semblance of control and pulled back slightly, he was not at all surprised to find tears of sympathy and understanding pooled in Orli's eyes. God, how he loved this sweet, barmy elf.
"Do you think I don't know how you feel, mate?", Orli asked softly, looking at him closely. "I've been there Dom, remember? Not so very long ago. I thought Lij was a dream I could never have, I thought I'd never be truly happy." He wiped at his eyes unselfconsciously and gave a small laugh. "And just look at us now, yeah? He's my soul, Dommie. It's as simple as that."
"Is it any wonder I love him, Sblom?" Elijah's voice asked softly from the doorway. When Dom and Orli looked up in surprise, he walked over to them and settled on the bed behind Dom, wrapping his arms around his friend's back so he was sandwiched in a warm embrace.
"You're my soul, too, Lando.", Elijah whispered over Dom's shoulder. Then to Dom, "You just gotta think like Billy’s thinking, dude. You know how much he wants barns.”
That mystifying statement was enough to bring Dom’s tears to a screeching halt. He pulled away and looked up at Lij in utter confusion, visions of Bill in bib overalls milking a cow invading his mind. “He wants *what*?!”
“Barns!” Elijah exclaimed. He stared at Dom as if his crying jag had perhaps destroyed a few of his brain cells. “You know, *babies*.”
‘Oh, dear God.’, Dom silently pleaded, ‘Isn’t it enough that he butchers English at every given opportunity? Does he have to start in on the poor Scots now as well?’ “You mean *bairns*, Lij?”
“That’s what I said, man!”
Dom didn't know whether to laugh or start crying again. He settled for a sort of weepy snort and looked to Orli for help. The elf simply shrugged and smiled at his lover radiantly.
These two were entirely too fucking cute together, and Dom wondered idly whether he and Bills could possibly make such a beautiful couple. Not very bloody likely, he thought with a inward grimace. Bill was the most beautiful, sensual creature on earth, but he himself- even after all the fangirl attention generated by 'Rings'- felt distinctly like a toad on a wedding cake. He would never believe himself anywhere near the vicinity of beautiful. Those poor, delusional fangirls had simply gone nutty with womanly hormones, was all.
Lijah and Orli might very well be certifiable, but at least they cared enough to be there when he needed them most. And where was Billy? Off in Scotland somewhere, poncing around trying on tuxedoes, doing the Bristol Stomp all over Dom's heart. Dom had always thought he knew his best friend better than he knew himself, but obviously he had been sorely mistaken. The man he had always considered his best mate, life-long-brother, and one true love- his *Pippin*, for the love of fuck- had vanished, to be replaced by a completely clueless, or worse yet, heartless husk of a man.
Dom decided to continue crying after all.
to be continued...
Author: Jen
Pairings: DM/BB(eventually- if Billy will only shape up ), OB/EW
Rating: NC17
Summary: There are no words in the English language that can possibly begin to describe this weirdness. ; ) But, I'll do my best: Orli and Lij try to mend Dom's broken heart with a change of scenery, while Billy stays in Scotland and keeps busy making the worst decision of his life.
This part: Dom returns to teach Orli and Lij a lesson, but instead gets an eyeful.
Warnings: Descriptive m/m sex
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author does not know, and is in no way affiliated with the persons mentioned in this work. No disrespect is intended to the persons mentioned in this work. No money is in any way being made from this piece of pure fiction.
Feedback: Would absolutely adore it.
A/N: This has to without doubt be the strangest thing I have ever written, and it only promises to get stranger as it goes along. It's times like this that I sincerely wonder what went wrong when my brain was being created. ; ) -Jen
Dom exploded into the rented house the three of them were sharing, intent on giving Orlando fucking Bloom a piece of his mind. Blindly storming through the living room and up the stairs in the dark- very nearly knocking himself senseless on a wayward hatrack in the process- he reached his intended victims' bedroom door and flung it open. Unfortunately, he hadn't stopped to consider what might be going on between two perpetually horny young men at three o' clock in the morning in the privacy of their room, and found his righteous anger changing back to crushing sadness and longing within the space of a heartbeat.
The sound of the door banging open had not even registered with the two lovers in the bed. They were focused only on each other. Orli's muscular, glistening body moved lithely atop the man beneath him, Lijah's alabaster skin contrasting sharply against the deeply tanned flesh of his lover.
Dom looked on, mesmerized, as the couple grew more frantic; Lijah's legs wrapping around Orli's lower back, Orli's hips moving faster as he tossed his head back in ecstasy, swiftly escalating moans and sighs and disjointed endearments filling the room. He watched as Orli's right hand reached up to the pillow, searching, and clasped Lij's left hand tightly, that one simple gesture showing the depths of his feelings for the man he moved inside of. Dom realized he wasn't witnessing anything as base as fucking. Nor was this amicable, chase away the lonelies shagging. This was everything beautiful in the world.
"Oh God, Lijah, open your eyes. Look at me, baby. Need to see you come.", Orli panted as his free hand reached down to grasp his lover's weeping cock, firmly stroking him towards completion.
Elijah obeyed, and his unfocussed, wild eyes fluttered open, locking onto his partner's, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, breathless whimpers escaping anyway. Orli's mouth was open in bliss and Lij's delicate fingers rose to meet it, thumb brushing along lips beaded with sweat. Orli moaned deeply as he sucked the fingers into his mouth, hips jerking wildly, his body helplessly shuddering in release.
"Oh, fuck...Lando!", Elijah cried, his body arching into his lover's as he came between their bellies.
Dom watched, heart aching but quite unable to turn away, as Orli rolled off taking Lijah with him, and gently pulled him close, holding him tightly against his chest. Of course Orlando, being Orlando, nearly toppled them off the side of the bed with the motion, but Elijah managed to stop their fall, and his arms came up around Orli's back as he snuggled into his warmth.
"God Lijah, love you so much." Orli's murmuring voice was choked with emotion.
The soft whisper in return, "Love you forever, my klutzy fuckin' elf."
Dear God, why couldn't he and Bills have this, experience this beauty for themselves? How many nights had he been wrapped in Bill's embrace, looking into green eyes filled with emotion as he tipped over the edge of the world, feeling safe and at peace and utterly loved, only to wake and find it all a dream? And in less than a week from now, that dream would be out of reach forever.
Blinded by scalding tears that had crept up on him again, feeling like the biggest girl's blouse on the planet, Dom stumbled back into the hallway towards his own room, crashing into some kind of ridiculously ornate vase-thing lurking in the shadows, sending the heavy golden piece of shit tumbling down the marble staircase with a cacophony loud enough to wake the dead.
'Who the fuck designed this place, anyway?!', he wondered crazily. 'Liberace?'
He finally made it to his room and flopped onto the bed, feelings of loneliness and desperation washing over him.
Not even thirty seconds passed before the door opened and Orli walked in, plopping himself down on the mattress.
Gone was the clumsy, amusingly awkward boy, the one the majority of the public seemed to think overwhelmingly gorgeous yet half daft. In his place was a very different Orlando- a sensitive, loving man, who had a heart of the purest gold, yet also a very Legolas-like wisdom, one which was far older than his years. This Orlando didn't appear very often, but when he did it was a sight to behold. He had eyes which could see right into people's souls, and knew the perfect words to speak, when words were needed. None were needed now.
He simply wrapped his long, muscular arms around Dom and held him tight, chin resting on his spiky blonde mop of hair, as his fingers soothingly traced soft patterns on his heaving back. Dom finally gave in and allowed himself to cry full on, all-out sobs, all of his pain and desperation pouring out onto his friend's willing chest. When Dom, after a long while, finally got himself under some semblance of control and pulled back slightly, he was not at all surprised to find tears of sympathy and understanding pooled in Orli's eyes. God, how he loved this sweet, barmy elf.
"Do you think I don't know how you feel, mate?", Orli asked softly, looking at him closely. "I've been there Dom, remember? Not so very long ago. I thought Lij was a dream I could never have, I thought I'd never be truly happy." He wiped at his eyes unselfconsciously and gave a small laugh. "And just look at us now, yeah? He's my soul, Dommie. It's as simple as that."
"Is it any wonder I love him, Sblom?" Elijah's voice asked softly from the doorway. When Dom and Orli looked up in surprise, he walked over to them and settled on the bed behind Dom, wrapping his arms around his friend's back so he was sandwiched in a warm embrace.
"You're my soul, too, Lando.", Elijah whispered over Dom's shoulder. Then to Dom, "You just gotta think like Billy’s thinking, dude. You know how much he wants barns.”
That mystifying statement was enough to bring Dom’s tears to a screeching halt. He pulled away and looked up at Lij in utter confusion, visions of Bill in bib overalls milking a cow invading his mind. “He wants *what*?!”
“Barns!” Elijah exclaimed. He stared at Dom as if his crying jag had perhaps destroyed a few of his brain cells. “You know, *babies*.”
‘Oh, dear God.’, Dom silently pleaded, ‘Isn’t it enough that he butchers English at every given opportunity? Does he have to start in on the poor Scots now as well?’ “You mean *bairns*, Lij?”
“That’s what I said, man!”
Dom didn't know whether to laugh or start crying again. He settled for a sort of weepy snort and looked to Orli for help. The elf simply shrugged and smiled at his lover radiantly.
These two were entirely too fucking cute together, and Dom wondered idly whether he and Bills could possibly make such a beautiful couple. Not very bloody likely, he thought with a inward grimace. Bill was the most beautiful, sensual creature on earth, but he himself- even after all the fangirl attention generated by 'Rings'- felt distinctly like a toad on a wedding cake. He would never believe himself anywhere near the vicinity of beautiful. Those poor, delusional fangirls had simply gone nutty with womanly hormones, was all.
Lijah and Orli might very well be certifiable, but at least they cared enough to be there when he needed them most. And where was Billy? Off in Scotland somewhere, poncing around trying on tuxedoes, doing the Bristol Stomp all over Dom's heart. Dom had always thought he knew his best friend better than he knew himself, but obviously he had been sorely mistaken. The man he had always considered his best mate, life-long-brother, and one true love- his *Pippin*, for the love of fuck- had vanished, to be replaced by a completely clueless, or worse yet, heartless husk of a man.
Dom decided to continue crying after all.
to be continued...