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Thanksgiving Day Smut!
Title: Turkey Stuffing
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_sblomie and elf_skitzo
Pairing: Dom/Orli
Rating: NC-17 for inappropriate use of turkey euphemisms and vegetable oil
Summary: Thanksgiving. Smut. Turkey.
Feedback: yes, please ^_^
"I am bloody well turning into my mum!" Dominic wailed, throwing his hands in the air as he looked around him at the chaos he'd created. Food was everywhere and he had been awake since five in the morning to cook and prepare more food than any of the three of them could ever dream of eating. He'd made a tofurky for Orlando, regular turkey for Viggo and himself, mashed potatoes, two different kinds of stuffing, cranberry sauce from scratch, various gravies, different vegetable dishes, and even one pie from scratch but the rest came from Mrs. Smith's in the frozen food aisle.
Viggo knew how to cook, but the man had been smart. When he'd tried to help, Dominic had been busying himself with a whisk and Viggo had ended up attacked with said whisk as he was chased from the kitchen. So, he took pen, notebook, and camera and announced two things: Dom was on a warpath and all should avoid the kitchen, and that he was going to wander along the beach and neighbourhood until it sounded like the other two men were killing each other or the house caught fire.
Orlando, on the other hand, had decided to brave a rather flamboyant and frazzled Dom and slipped into the kitchen - his eyes had nearly bugged out of his head at the sight of so much food -- it was obvious that Dom came from a family that loved to get together on the holidays and entertain each and every member that had a mouth and stomach. Orlando busied himself with something small and out of the way, but whenever Dom caught sight of him, Orli was quick to become a part of the wall. But after a while, Orlando made two important decisions: that he needed attention and that Dominic needed a break from the tension of cooking their dinner. When a flour and cranberry covered Dom went to breeze past him once more, Orlando moved quickly. He hopped up to sit on the lone clear space on the counter near the sink before a leg swept out and hooked around the other man's waist to pull him close.
"Gobble bloody gobble - how about you stuff this turkey, darling?" Orlando purred, dark doe eyes searching Dom's face. Dom, however, had been completely lost in his chaotic world of being the male, British Martha Stewart when he was caught and pulled close to the other man. Glancing over to the clock and timers to see if anything would burn if he wasn't paying it close attention, he was surprised to feel a soft hand cup his scruffy cheek, turning his head back to look at Orlando's face. "Don't look over there, Dom, look over here," he heard Orlando coax. Before he could properly respond, he was being kissed, held there by the gentle hands holding his face.
Dominic took a moment to just look up at his lover for a moment when they parted again, a shaken grin appearing on his face. Well, he hadn't been expecting that. Dom allowed his hands - covered in flour and half the Thanksgiving dinner - smooth up the outsides of Orlando's thighs, leaving a white trail caked on the dark denim. He supposed he should have felt bad for getting a mess on Orli's pants, but the other man didn't seem too put off by it. A feral grin quirked his lips and when Dominic looked up again it was enough to make Orlando's stomach flutter.
"Gobble for me, bitch."
Dom had purred it, and Orlando still couldn't help but laugh. He broke into a fit of giggles, amazed that the Hobbit had managed to say it with a straight face. "I can't.. believe… you just.. said that!" he gasped out between fits of laughter, his right hand flying up to cover his mouth in an attempt to shut himself up. He was glad when Dominic started laughing too - he wouldn't have known what to do with himself if Dom had actually been serious.
"Stop laughing!" Dominic whined, unable to even say it without laughing again afterwards. "Do you want to be stuffed or not?"
"Jesus! Stop using the bloody turkey euphemisms! You're ruining my conception of this holiday forever!"
"You started it! I think it's safe to say we've ruined it forever at this rate - now c'mon and get your pants off so you can be stuffed and basted." Dom smirked and did not give Orlando time to object or hesitate - he worked free the button and fly, then promptly yanked his lover's jeans off to toss them onto the floor - his apron soon followed.
"Dom! Stop or I'm going to laugh the whole time!" He tried to kick, but the best he managed was a smack of his knee against Dominic's hip. Orli realized that Dom was trying to get his shirt off and he groaned a little, trying to get him to stop. "Don't worry abou-" He was cut off when his t-shirt was dragged up over his head and tossed to the floor as well. "C'mon, Dommie... Gobble gobble."
Dominic laughed and pulled Orlando down into another kiss, his left hand curled around the back of his lover's neck while the right searched the counter top. He peeked his eyes open, smirking against Orlando's lips when he found the bottle he'd been looking for.
Orli pulled away, then blinked when he saw the vegetable oil. "Oh you can't be seri-OH! O-oh.. guess you are.." Orlando quickly began to lose the capacity to speak, a soft whimper escaping him when he felt Dominic rubbing and coaxing him to relax. It tickled a little, and then Orlando gasped, squirming slightly when the first finger pushed into him.
"You know, I've never had to stretch and prep a turkey before stuffing it... you can just stuff them raw," he pointed out as he leaned down to lavish attention on his lover's bare skin. Orlando couldn't be bothered to respond - he was too busy paying attention to the way Dominic was kissing his neck, nipping at all the right places to make him squirm and shudder. He took a sharp breath, his body almost curling forward when Dominic's lips closed around the dusky circle of his nipple, whimpering at the warm and wet sensation on the sensitive flesh. True to his word, Dom stretched him out, adding a second and third finger while Orlando struggled to maintain some small shred of coherency - the pressure was rubbing against his prostate and he knew he was going to have a fit when Dominic stopped.
Dominic felt like Orli might fly apart any second and soon he pulled away, half expecting the other man to grab him in protest. As it was, the sound Orlando made verged on heart breaking and so Dominic made to provide some relief. He got a bit more of the vegetable oil in his palm and stroked himself, reminding himself that to stop after a second - no sense in wasting the moment. With a bit of minor repositioning and a few calculated movements, Dom felt it all align and pushed forward. His hands gripped Orlando's hips, steadying his lover and half-pulling him closer. Dominic's head spun as he was enveloped by the all-consuming heat and pressure, a low moan dragged from his throat as their bodies merged. He could feel a tremble beneath his palms and so he rubbed his hands tenderly over Orlando's sides and stomach. "Hey.. all right?"
Orli was absolutely lost. His back arched as he was first taken and filled up - for some reason he hadn't expected vegetable oil to work that well. After a second he realised that Dominic was asking him a question. "I'm fine," he whispered breathlessly. "I'm fine, Dom.. c'mon.." Wanting to feel more, Orlando gave a subtle push of his hips, groaning when it caused Dominic to move inside of him. Taking the hint, Dom tightened his grip on Orli's hips and began to thrust up into him, pulling his lover back down to meet every push of his body. Dominic thought the sky was going to fall when he felt Orlando pushing back against him, heard him whimpering and moaning.
"Jesus.. sweet fuckin' Christ..!" Orlando bucked his hips, nearly squealing when he felt their angle shift just enough to send his world into a tailspin. The pleasure shocked through him, building steadily until everything inside of him reached a frenzied crescendo. Orli felt himself losing it, the knot in his stomach winding up tight before it felt like everything snapped. In a moment his euphoric misery turned to ecstasy and all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart in his head, above the sound of his laboured breathing, of Dominic's encouraging whispers and moans.
A hand that had been clinging to the back of Dom's neck fell free to gain support on the counter - it landed it something in a bowl, wet, and sticky. He wasn't sure that he wanted to know what it was and at that moment he didn't care. Orlando allowed his head to fall back, arms supporting his body as he tightened his legs around Dominic's waist as if he needed to hold on. He felt the other man give a few last, desperate thrusts before the familiar rush of heat filled him, a dazed look of satisfaction crossing his face when he saw the evidence of bliss on his lover's face just before Dominic leaned up against him.
Dom panted quietly, his head resting against Orlando's chest. If they had been anywhere else, he would have allowed himself to fall asleep right then and there, lulled by the sound of Orli's heartbeat. He was drawn out of his post-coital daze when he realised that he heard Orlando cursing and muttering.
"Bloody fucking hell.. Damnit! Dom.. I think I just ruined your cranberry sauce.." What a fucking mood killer.
"Mm, better than imaginary peanut butter," Dom purred as a lewd smile quirked his lips and he lifted the other man's hand from the bowl of cranberry sauce. It had only been a hand in the cranberry sauce, which could be stirred and Viggo would be none the wiser that they'd ever done anything near the sauce other than work together in the kitchen. Dom let his tongue gather up the sauce off of Orlando's palm and the back of his hand before sucking each finger clean, one by one.
"Christ, Dommie," Orlando breathed as he watched his fingers disappear into that mouth one after the other. He shivered at the feeling of the slick tongue swirl and undulate around each digit, and as he saw his lover's cheeks go hollow and a rather euphoric look cross already glazed over blue eyes with each languid suck. Dom could easily feel Orlando begin to tremble from the sudden return of such attention but soon enough, he was done and set his lover's hand down with a final, tender kiss to his palm. "Lucky it's too soon for us to get all worked up again, mm?"
"Oh shut up, don't you have a pie to save?" Orli asked. And to accentuate the question, Orlando smiled triumphantly when the timer to the oven went off to signal that another one of the pies had been completed.
Shaking his head, Dom collected his apron - and only the apron - from the floor and tugged it over his head and tied it tight about his waist. Donning his oven mits as he paid little mind to Orlando as his lover roamed around the kitchen to collect his clothing once more. As he tossed a glance over his shoulder in time to see Orlando hopping into the jeans once more, Dom couldn't help but crack a smile. "So darling, are you sufficiently stuffed and basted?"
"Shut up alrea-- dear God, put some pants on!" Orlando whined when he looked up in time to see Dominic bent over and retrieving a pie from the oven in nothing but an apron. He quickly busied himself with finding his shirt before coming across Dom's jeans in the process, all but shoving them against Dom's chest once the other man turned around.
Dom hopped into his own pants, zipping and buttoning them just in time to hear the back screen door swing shut on it's rusty hinges to let them both know that Viggo was back. Quickly, Orlando stirred up the bowl of cranberry sauce with an interesting blush taking to both of their cheeks. "Good timing, Vig, we're ready to set the table and sit down to dinner!" Dom chirped happily, not even caring that he was suddenly without his shirt.
Dinner went smoothly, each rather quiet as they busied themselves with eating before Viggo was the first to truly break the silence. "Dom, what'd you put in this cranberry sauce? It's better than any other kind I've had."
Dom and Orlando exchanged looks to each from across the table that quickly went from utterly horrified and embarassed to pure amusement as both men broke into a fit of laughter and just shook their heads. Viggo, poor Viggo, sat there with a mouthful of the cranberry sauce as he looked down to his plate and then the large bowl. Slowly, he finished chewing the remains of his mouthful and Dom swore he was going to make a mess of himself from laughing so hard at the fact that Viggo actually looked laboured to swallow what was in his mouth. The final straw for both Dom and Orlando was when the older man draped his napkin over the bowl and pushed it away from him some more.
"Just what did you two do?"
"Nothing, we just worked together to stuff the turkey," Dom said simply, beaming from ear to ear as Orlando blushed and busied himself with his water.
Authors:
_sblomie and elf_skitzoPairing: Dom/Orli
Rating: NC-17 for inappropriate use of turkey euphemisms and vegetable oil
Summary: Thanksgiving. Smut. Turkey.
Feedback: yes, please ^_^
"I am bloody well turning into my mum!" Dominic wailed, throwing his hands in the air as he looked around him at the chaos he'd created. Food was everywhere and he had been awake since five in the morning to cook and prepare more food than any of the three of them could ever dream of eating. He'd made a tofurky for Orlando, regular turkey for Viggo and himself, mashed potatoes, two different kinds of stuffing, cranberry sauce from scratch, various gravies, different vegetable dishes, and even one pie from scratch but the rest came from Mrs. Smith's in the frozen food aisle.
Viggo knew how to cook, but the man had been smart. When he'd tried to help, Dominic had been busying himself with a whisk and Viggo had ended up attacked with said whisk as he was chased from the kitchen. So, he took pen, notebook, and camera and announced two things: Dom was on a warpath and all should avoid the kitchen, and that he was going to wander along the beach and neighbourhood until it sounded like the other two men were killing each other or the house caught fire.
Orlando, on the other hand, had decided to brave a rather flamboyant and frazzled Dom and slipped into the kitchen - his eyes had nearly bugged out of his head at the sight of so much food -- it was obvious that Dom came from a family that loved to get together on the holidays and entertain each and every member that had a mouth and stomach. Orlando busied himself with something small and out of the way, but whenever Dom caught sight of him, Orli was quick to become a part of the wall. But after a while, Orlando made two important decisions: that he needed attention and that Dominic needed a break from the tension of cooking their dinner. When a flour and cranberry covered Dom went to breeze past him once more, Orlando moved quickly. He hopped up to sit on the lone clear space on the counter near the sink before a leg swept out and hooked around the other man's waist to pull him close.
"Gobble bloody gobble - how about you stuff this turkey, darling?" Orlando purred, dark doe eyes searching Dom's face. Dom, however, had been completely lost in his chaotic world of being the male, British Martha Stewart when he was caught and pulled close to the other man. Glancing over to the clock and timers to see if anything would burn if he wasn't paying it close attention, he was surprised to feel a soft hand cup his scruffy cheek, turning his head back to look at Orlando's face. "Don't look over there, Dom, look over here," he heard Orlando coax. Before he could properly respond, he was being kissed, held there by the gentle hands holding his face.
Dominic took a moment to just look up at his lover for a moment when they parted again, a shaken grin appearing on his face. Well, he hadn't been expecting that. Dom allowed his hands - covered in flour and half the Thanksgiving dinner - smooth up the outsides of Orlando's thighs, leaving a white trail caked on the dark denim. He supposed he should have felt bad for getting a mess on Orli's pants, but the other man didn't seem too put off by it. A feral grin quirked his lips and when Dominic looked up again it was enough to make Orlando's stomach flutter.
"Gobble for me, bitch."
Dom had purred it, and Orlando still couldn't help but laugh. He broke into a fit of giggles, amazed that the Hobbit had managed to say it with a straight face. "I can't.. believe… you just.. said that!" he gasped out between fits of laughter, his right hand flying up to cover his mouth in an attempt to shut himself up. He was glad when Dominic started laughing too - he wouldn't have known what to do with himself if Dom had actually been serious.
"Stop laughing!" Dominic whined, unable to even say it without laughing again afterwards. "Do you want to be stuffed or not?"
"Jesus! Stop using the bloody turkey euphemisms! You're ruining my conception of this holiday forever!"
"You started it! I think it's safe to say we've ruined it forever at this rate - now c'mon and get your pants off so you can be stuffed and basted." Dom smirked and did not give Orlando time to object or hesitate - he worked free the button and fly, then promptly yanked his lover's jeans off to toss them onto the floor - his apron soon followed.
"Dom! Stop or I'm going to laugh the whole time!" He tried to kick, but the best he managed was a smack of his knee against Dominic's hip. Orli realized that Dom was trying to get his shirt off and he groaned a little, trying to get him to stop. "Don't worry abou-" He was cut off when his t-shirt was dragged up over his head and tossed to the floor as well. "C'mon, Dommie... Gobble gobble."
Dominic laughed and pulled Orlando down into another kiss, his left hand curled around the back of his lover's neck while the right searched the counter top. He peeked his eyes open, smirking against Orlando's lips when he found the bottle he'd been looking for.
Orli pulled away, then blinked when he saw the vegetable oil. "Oh you can't be seri-OH! O-oh.. guess you are.." Orlando quickly began to lose the capacity to speak, a soft whimper escaping him when he felt Dominic rubbing and coaxing him to relax. It tickled a little, and then Orlando gasped, squirming slightly when the first finger pushed into him.
"You know, I've never had to stretch and prep a turkey before stuffing it... you can just stuff them raw," he pointed out as he leaned down to lavish attention on his lover's bare skin. Orlando couldn't be bothered to respond - he was too busy paying attention to the way Dominic was kissing his neck, nipping at all the right places to make him squirm and shudder. He took a sharp breath, his body almost curling forward when Dominic's lips closed around the dusky circle of his nipple, whimpering at the warm and wet sensation on the sensitive flesh. True to his word, Dom stretched him out, adding a second and third finger while Orlando struggled to maintain some small shred of coherency - the pressure was rubbing against his prostate and he knew he was going to have a fit when Dominic stopped.
Dominic felt like Orli might fly apart any second and soon he pulled away, half expecting the other man to grab him in protest. As it was, the sound Orlando made verged on heart breaking and so Dominic made to provide some relief. He got a bit more of the vegetable oil in his palm and stroked himself, reminding himself that to stop after a second - no sense in wasting the moment. With a bit of minor repositioning and a few calculated movements, Dom felt it all align and pushed forward. His hands gripped Orlando's hips, steadying his lover and half-pulling him closer. Dominic's head spun as he was enveloped by the all-consuming heat and pressure, a low moan dragged from his throat as their bodies merged. He could feel a tremble beneath his palms and so he rubbed his hands tenderly over Orlando's sides and stomach. "Hey.. all right?"
Orli was absolutely lost. His back arched as he was first taken and filled up - for some reason he hadn't expected vegetable oil to work that well. After a second he realised that Dominic was asking him a question. "I'm fine," he whispered breathlessly. "I'm fine, Dom.. c'mon.." Wanting to feel more, Orlando gave a subtle push of his hips, groaning when it caused Dominic to move inside of him. Taking the hint, Dom tightened his grip on Orli's hips and began to thrust up into him, pulling his lover back down to meet every push of his body. Dominic thought the sky was going to fall when he felt Orlando pushing back against him, heard him whimpering and moaning.
"Jesus.. sweet fuckin' Christ..!" Orlando bucked his hips, nearly squealing when he felt their angle shift just enough to send his world into a tailspin. The pleasure shocked through him, building steadily until everything inside of him reached a frenzied crescendo. Orli felt himself losing it, the knot in his stomach winding up tight before it felt like everything snapped. In a moment his euphoric misery turned to ecstasy and all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart in his head, above the sound of his laboured breathing, of Dominic's encouraging whispers and moans.
A hand that had been clinging to the back of Dom's neck fell free to gain support on the counter - it landed it something in a bowl, wet, and sticky. He wasn't sure that he wanted to know what it was and at that moment he didn't care. Orlando allowed his head to fall back, arms supporting his body as he tightened his legs around Dominic's waist as if he needed to hold on. He felt the other man give a few last, desperate thrusts before the familiar rush of heat filled him, a dazed look of satisfaction crossing his face when he saw the evidence of bliss on his lover's face just before Dominic leaned up against him.
Dom panted quietly, his head resting against Orlando's chest. If they had been anywhere else, he would have allowed himself to fall asleep right then and there, lulled by the sound of Orli's heartbeat. He was drawn out of his post-coital daze when he realised that he heard Orlando cursing and muttering.
"Bloody fucking hell.. Damnit! Dom.. I think I just ruined your cranberry sauce.." What a fucking mood killer.
"Mm, better than imaginary peanut butter," Dom purred as a lewd smile quirked his lips and he lifted the other man's hand from the bowl of cranberry sauce. It had only been a hand in the cranberry sauce, which could be stirred and Viggo would be none the wiser that they'd ever done anything near the sauce other than work together in the kitchen. Dom let his tongue gather up the sauce off of Orlando's palm and the back of his hand before sucking each finger clean, one by one.
"Christ, Dommie," Orlando breathed as he watched his fingers disappear into that mouth one after the other. He shivered at the feeling of the slick tongue swirl and undulate around each digit, and as he saw his lover's cheeks go hollow and a rather euphoric look cross already glazed over blue eyes with each languid suck. Dom could easily feel Orlando begin to tremble from the sudden return of such attention but soon enough, he was done and set his lover's hand down with a final, tender kiss to his palm. "Lucky it's too soon for us to get all worked up again, mm?"
"Oh shut up, don't you have a pie to save?" Orli asked. And to accentuate the question, Orlando smiled triumphantly when the timer to the oven went off to signal that another one of the pies had been completed.
Shaking his head, Dom collected his apron - and only the apron - from the floor and tugged it over his head and tied it tight about his waist. Donning his oven mits as he paid little mind to Orlando as his lover roamed around the kitchen to collect his clothing once more. As he tossed a glance over his shoulder in time to see Orlando hopping into the jeans once more, Dom couldn't help but crack a smile. "So darling, are you sufficiently stuffed and basted?"
"Shut up alrea-- dear God, put some pants on!" Orlando whined when he looked up in time to see Dominic bent over and retrieving a pie from the oven in nothing but an apron. He quickly busied himself with finding his shirt before coming across Dom's jeans in the process, all but shoving them against Dom's chest once the other man turned around.
Dom hopped into his own pants, zipping and buttoning them just in time to hear the back screen door swing shut on it's rusty hinges to let them both know that Viggo was back. Quickly, Orlando stirred up the bowl of cranberry sauce with an interesting blush taking to both of their cheeks. "Good timing, Vig, we're ready to set the table and sit down to dinner!" Dom chirped happily, not even caring that he was suddenly without his shirt.
Dinner went smoothly, each rather quiet as they busied themselves with eating before Viggo was the first to truly break the silence. "Dom, what'd you put in this cranberry sauce? It's better than any other kind I've had."
Dom and Orlando exchanged looks to each from across the table that quickly went from utterly horrified and embarassed to pure amusement as both men broke into a fit of laughter and just shook their heads. Viggo, poor Viggo, sat there with a mouthful of the cranberry sauce as he looked down to his plate and then the large bowl. Slowly, he finished chewing the remains of his mouthful and Dom swore he was going to make a mess of himself from laughing so hard at the fact that Viggo actually looked laboured to swallow what was in his mouth. The final straw for both Dom and Orlando was when the older man draped his napkin over the bowl and pushed it away from him some more.
"Just what did you two do?"
"Nothing, we just worked together to stuff the turkey," Dom said simply, beaming from ear to ear as Orlando blushed and busied himself with his water.