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fellowshippers2004-10-04 10:41 pm
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Ficlet: Common ground, Dom/Billy shmoop part 9
Title: Common ground
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sophrosyne31
Pairing: Dom/Billy/Orlando/Elijah/Sean/the bed
Rating: R
Disclaimer: i'm thinking of going into television scripts
Feedback: please, help a sister out
A/N: surely you all know by now, this is part of a series with the other bits here
It’s not easy fitting four drunken hobbits and one very drunken Elf on a bed. There’s just not enough room. This becomes very obvious within ten seconds of the supposed orgy, but it takes a full five minutes for it to make any apparent difference.
“Ow! Get off my fucking leg!” squeals Orlando, his torso hanging off the bed and his arms flailing frantically.
“Is that your leg?” says Billy, amazed. “It tastes just like Dom’s!”
“Shut up, Billy, how can you say that?” protests Dom from somewhere in the muddle. His feelings sound grievously injured. “You said my knee tastes like butterscotch—“
“Can you just get off it?” comes a hiss from near the carpet. Orlando’s face is going pink as it hangs upside down.
Sean peers at Orlando’s long, brown, exquisite exposed throat. “This is a hell of a—“
Elijah scoots sideways to kiss Sean’s mouth shut and the change in balance upsets everything. Billy flies off Orlando’s leg as if he’s been shot from a catapult; he shoves Dom forwards; Dom’s arms fling out and he whacks Elijah’s bottom with a loud slap. Sean makes a startled grunt and his feet jerk up and kick Orlando in the head as he clambers back onto the bed.
Somehow the sexiness of the situation has become jeopardised.
Dom muses. “Do you ever hear the Benny Hill song in your head at times like these?” Billy just looks at him.
Everyone settles back into new, more firmly-poised configurations. Dom burrows urgently back through the ruck to Billy. Behind, over, under and besides him Elijah, Sean and Orlando grapple themselves into place. Mouths find mouths. Cocks bump cocks. Knees knock knees. There’s still a degree of chaotic tectonicness to the scene.
There’s a regal howl of ecstasy from the bathroom.
“Was that Viggo?” shouts Orlando, excitedly.
“Oooh, I hope it’s Bern,” says Elijah, and rubs himself on Sean’s thigh more hectically. Sean rubs back, his face getting sweaty.
“Are you frightened?” Billy whispers to Dom. He rubs the scruffy back of Dom’s little head.
“Fuck no,” says Dom. He rushes in to kiss Billy. Billy kisses back, with the fervour of a man who’s being assaulted by good friends’ bumping bottoms. Their tongues make fierce love.
“Billy my stiffy’s so stiff,” confesses Dom. “Do you think there’s room to—you know—“
Billy looks down at Dom. His cock is shiny and hard and sticking by accident right into Elijah’s buttock.
“I think it’s time to get it out of here,” he says, and is about to take Dom by the cock and lead him to safety when Elijah unsticks his tongue from Orlando’s bellybutton and jumps up on his feet. The whole bed wobbles perilously.
“Oh my god!” shrieks Elijah. “I just saw Orlando’s bum-bum!”
Everyone stops for a minute.
“Hey Elijah?” Orlando says. “Um, your—oh my god, I can’t believe you just said that—your bum-bum has been in my face for the last five minutes—“
“You fuckwit. You know? We’re naked?” Billy says. He really can’t believe these people. They storm in to his and Dom’s love-nest, they eat all the icecream, they leave jam crumbs in the bed and now they’re going to have hissy fits about sphincters. It’s not the kind of salon he dreamed of. He reaches up, pokes Elijah ruthlessly in the anus and pulls him back down on the bed.
Elijah sinks right back down and resumes sucking on a stray nipple. “I just wondered if it was clean,” he mumbles.
“Now, about your cock—“ says Billy to Dom. There’s a moment of absolutely tender secrecy between them and their faces glow with a communion of private lust. The stubble on each of their faces bristles towards the other. Dom’s cock curves up beckoningly.
“Fuck it,” says Billy, and with one incredible magisterial swoop of his hefty arm he sweeps the bed clear of drunken friends.
“Hey, I was just about to make Sean—" protests Elijah.
“Look, the floor’s so big,” observes Orlando.
“Do you think,” Billy says, leaning his head over the edge of the bed and fixing them all with an awesome glare, “we could have some fucking peace?”
They all quail. Then they furtively and very quietly reach for various genitals and fondle them with the repentant air of chastised schoolboys.
“Oh Billy,” says Dom, and welcomes Billy back to their bed with a happy lick. The two of them smoosh their bodies together and their skin makes a luscious kiss. Billy pulls Dom’s head close and kisses him like a thirsty man. Dom makes sure he quenches him.
A small, blessed atmosphere of love comes down over all of them.
Author:
sophrosyne31Pairing: Dom/Billy/Orlando/Elijah/Sean/the bed
Rating: R
Disclaimer: i'm thinking of going into television scripts
Feedback: please, help a sister out
A/N: surely you all know by now, this is part of a series with the other bits here
It’s not easy fitting four drunken hobbits and one very drunken Elf on a bed. There’s just not enough room. This becomes very obvious within ten seconds of the supposed orgy, but it takes a full five minutes for it to make any apparent difference.
“Ow! Get off my fucking leg!” squeals Orlando, his torso hanging off the bed and his arms flailing frantically.
“Is that your leg?” says Billy, amazed. “It tastes just like Dom’s!”
“Shut up, Billy, how can you say that?” protests Dom from somewhere in the muddle. His feelings sound grievously injured. “You said my knee tastes like butterscotch—“
“Can you just get off it?” comes a hiss from near the carpet. Orlando’s face is going pink as it hangs upside down.
Sean peers at Orlando’s long, brown, exquisite exposed throat. “This is a hell of a—“
Elijah scoots sideways to kiss Sean’s mouth shut and the change in balance upsets everything. Billy flies off Orlando’s leg as if he’s been shot from a catapult; he shoves Dom forwards; Dom’s arms fling out and he whacks Elijah’s bottom with a loud slap. Sean makes a startled grunt and his feet jerk up and kick Orlando in the head as he clambers back onto the bed.
Somehow the sexiness of the situation has become jeopardised.
Dom muses. “Do you ever hear the Benny Hill song in your head at times like these?” Billy just looks at him.
Everyone settles back into new, more firmly-poised configurations. Dom burrows urgently back through the ruck to Billy. Behind, over, under and besides him Elijah, Sean and Orlando grapple themselves into place. Mouths find mouths. Cocks bump cocks. Knees knock knees. There’s still a degree of chaotic tectonicness to the scene.
There’s a regal howl of ecstasy from the bathroom.
“Was that Viggo?” shouts Orlando, excitedly.
“Oooh, I hope it’s Bern,” says Elijah, and rubs himself on Sean’s thigh more hectically. Sean rubs back, his face getting sweaty.
“Are you frightened?” Billy whispers to Dom. He rubs the scruffy back of Dom’s little head.
“Fuck no,” says Dom. He rushes in to kiss Billy. Billy kisses back, with the fervour of a man who’s being assaulted by good friends’ bumping bottoms. Their tongues make fierce love.
“Billy my stiffy’s so stiff,” confesses Dom. “Do you think there’s room to—you know—“
Billy looks down at Dom. His cock is shiny and hard and sticking by accident right into Elijah’s buttock.
“I think it’s time to get it out of here,” he says, and is about to take Dom by the cock and lead him to safety when Elijah unsticks his tongue from Orlando’s bellybutton and jumps up on his feet. The whole bed wobbles perilously.
“Oh my god!” shrieks Elijah. “I just saw Orlando’s bum-bum!”
Everyone stops for a minute.
“Hey Elijah?” Orlando says. “Um, your—oh my god, I can’t believe you just said that—your bum-bum has been in my face for the last five minutes—“
“You fuckwit. You know? We’re naked?” Billy says. He really can’t believe these people. They storm in to his and Dom’s love-nest, they eat all the icecream, they leave jam crumbs in the bed and now they’re going to have hissy fits about sphincters. It’s not the kind of salon he dreamed of. He reaches up, pokes Elijah ruthlessly in the anus and pulls him back down on the bed.
Elijah sinks right back down and resumes sucking on a stray nipple. “I just wondered if it was clean,” he mumbles.
“Now, about your cock—“ says Billy to Dom. There’s a moment of absolutely tender secrecy between them and their faces glow with a communion of private lust. The stubble on each of their faces bristles towards the other. Dom’s cock curves up beckoningly.
“Fuck it,” says Billy, and with one incredible magisterial swoop of his hefty arm he sweeps the bed clear of drunken friends.
“Hey, I was just about to make Sean—" protests Elijah.
“Look, the floor’s so big,” observes Orlando.
“Do you think,” Billy says, leaning his head over the edge of the bed and fixing them all with an awesome glare, “we could have some fucking peace?”
They all quail. Then they furtively and very quietly reach for various genitals and fondle them with the repentant air of chastised schoolboys.
“Oh Billy,” says Dom, and welcomes Billy back to their bed with a happy lick. The two of them smoosh their bodies together and their skin makes a luscious kiss. Billy pulls Dom’s head close and kisses him like a thirsty man. Dom makes sure he quenches him.
A small, blessed atmosphere of love comes down over all of them.
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*snerk*
Still love, love, loving it...but I think Billy and Dom have been very patient and deserve to get their bed back :->
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And my night has been made by the beautiful, quaint cheesiness that is that line.