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Little Orli/Dom fic :o)
Title: Winter cold.
Author: Sami (obsgirl)
Rating: R ish?
Disclaimer: none of it’s mine
A/N: I felt really under the weather, and I wanted to write slash…so I put them both together and came up with this. Dedicated as ever to the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jay_iz_mad, who helped me come up with the plot. Thanks hun!
*
‘Orli…I’m ill.’
‘Is it just a cold again Dom?’
‘No! It’s more than a cold, I’m really, really ill!’
Orlando Bloom sighed. ‘Ok, ok, what’s wrong?’
‘I have a sore throat … and … um…’
‘You have a sore throat? Is that it?’
‘No…look, can you come over, Orli? Please?’
‘Oh, fine, I’ll come over. But only for a little while, I have lines to learn.’
‘Thank you Orli. Love you. See you soon.’
Orlando rolled his eyes and hung up. Dom could be such a whiner sometimes. People always thought it was the other way round, but it wasn’t. Most of the time. Either way, Orlando couldn’t help himself – now that the offer of seeing his boyfriend was open, there was nothing he could do but go round, however whiney Dom was being.
‘Damn you, Monaghan,’ Orlando muttered as he wrapped a scarf around his neck, pushed his feet into his shoes and shrugged on his jacket. ‘You’ll be the death of me.’
*
‘Dom? It’s me!’ Orlando called, shutting the door behind him.
‘I’m up here,’ Dom replied feebly from his room. Orlando kicked off his shoes and started to head up the stairs.
‘Oh, can you bring the bottle that’s next to the sink in the kitchen up with you?’ Dom added, his voice slightly stronger. Orlando heard him cough, and frowned slightly. The cough had sounded slightly fake to him. But after a moment’s pause, he shrugged and went through to the kitchen, picked up the small bottle by the sink and went up to Dom’s room.
Dom was lying in his bed, wrapped up like a mummy in his bed clothes. The curtains were closed, and what Orlando could see of Dom’s face was beaded with moisture. All his ideas of Dom making it up vanished from his head in an instant.
‘Oh, poor Dom,’ he said quietly, kneeling by Dom’s bed. ‘You really don’t look well.’
‘Did you bring the bottle?’ Dom croaked.
‘Yep, it’s right here,’ Orlando smiled, showing Dom the bottle.
‘Good. We’ll be needing that.’
Orlando pulled back slightly and frowned. ‘We? We’ll be needing it?’
Dom’s eye fluttered open and he looked at Orlando. For a moment, neither of them moved, then the tiniest of smirks curled Dom’s lips.
‘You’re so gullible,’ he said, his voice suddenly a purr rather than the croak it had been a second before.
‘What the- Dom, you’re not ill at all! You sneaky fucking bastard!’ Orlando cried, making to get up. But before he could go any where, Dom’s bare arm had shot out from the bed sheets and grabbed Orlando’s wrist, pulling him back down.
‘I never see you any more, Orli. I had to do something,’ he grinned. ‘Come on, you need some time off from all this work. It’s the holidays for Christ’s sake! Just spend the afternoon with me, please. I miss you.’
Orlando glared at Dom for a long moment, then relaxed slightly. ‘I’m sorry, Dom. I know I should see you more, it’s just-’
‘It’s just nothing, Orli, we’re not talking about that anymore. Come on, get in.’
Laughing, Orlando pealed back Dom’s sheets a bit, revealing his naked torso. Then he paused. ‘How did you know I would stay?’ he said slowly. ‘I mean, you’re all ready and stuff…but what if I had said no?’
‘Orli, I know damn well you can’t resist me. Now, hurry the fuck up. I’m getting cold here.’
Orlando smirked and did as he was told. He couldn’t deny it, he needed to feel Dom’s skin against his again.
‘God, I’ve missed you,’ he sighed, pulling the covers up over him and Dom, and sliding on top of Dom. Then he lowered his head and kissed Dom hungrily.
‘I missed you too. So stop torturing me already!’
Orlando made a growling noise in his throat and nuzzled Dom’s neck. ‘I’m going to make this last as long as I want,’ he said with a cheeky smile. ‘I enjoy torturing you like this.’
Dom moaned softly and pushed his hips up against Orlando’s. ‘I need you, Orli…’ he moaned. ‘I’ve missed you, I need you now…’
‘One last thing…’ Orlando said. ‘Don’t expect me to believe you any more if you say you have a cold. That was a nasty trick to play on me.’
‘Ok, ok, whatever, please Orli, just…’
Orlando smirked.
‘We’ve got some catching up to do,’ he purred.
~
Like I said before, I'm ill. So please give me feedback to make me better!
X-posted all over.
Author: Sami (obsgirl)
Rating: R ish?
Disclaimer: none of it’s mine
A/N: I felt really under the weather, and I wanted to write slash…so I put them both together and came up with this. Dedicated as ever to the wonderful
jay_iz_mad, who helped me come up with the plot. Thanks hun!*
‘Orli…I’m ill.’
‘Is it just a cold again Dom?’
‘No! It’s more than a cold, I’m really, really ill!’
Orlando Bloom sighed. ‘Ok, ok, what’s wrong?’
‘I have a sore throat … and … um…’
‘You have a sore throat? Is that it?’
‘No…look, can you come over, Orli? Please?’
‘Oh, fine, I’ll come over. But only for a little while, I have lines to learn.’
‘Thank you Orli. Love you. See you soon.’
Orlando rolled his eyes and hung up. Dom could be such a whiner sometimes. People always thought it was the other way round, but it wasn’t. Most of the time. Either way, Orlando couldn’t help himself – now that the offer of seeing his boyfriend was open, there was nothing he could do but go round, however whiney Dom was being.
‘Damn you, Monaghan,’ Orlando muttered as he wrapped a scarf around his neck, pushed his feet into his shoes and shrugged on his jacket. ‘You’ll be the death of me.’
*
‘Dom? It’s me!’ Orlando called, shutting the door behind him.
‘I’m up here,’ Dom replied feebly from his room. Orlando kicked off his shoes and started to head up the stairs.
‘Oh, can you bring the bottle that’s next to the sink in the kitchen up with you?’ Dom added, his voice slightly stronger. Orlando heard him cough, and frowned slightly. The cough had sounded slightly fake to him. But after a moment’s pause, he shrugged and went through to the kitchen, picked up the small bottle by the sink and went up to Dom’s room.
Dom was lying in his bed, wrapped up like a mummy in his bed clothes. The curtains were closed, and what Orlando could see of Dom’s face was beaded with moisture. All his ideas of Dom making it up vanished from his head in an instant.
‘Oh, poor Dom,’ he said quietly, kneeling by Dom’s bed. ‘You really don’t look well.’
‘Did you bring the bottle?’ Dom croaked.
‘Yep, it’s right here,’ Orlando smiled, showing Dom the bottle.
‘Good. We’ll be needing that.’
Orlando pulled back slightly and frowned. ‘We? We’ll be needing it?’
Dom’s eye fluttered open and he looked at Orlando. For a moment, neither of them moved, then the tiniest of smirks curled Dom’s lips.
‘You’re so gullible,’ he said, his voice suddenly a purr rather than the croak it had been a second before.
‘What the- Dom, you’re not ill at all! You sneaky fucking bastard!’ Orlando cried, making to get up. But before he could go any where, Dom’s bare arm had shot out from the bed sheets and grabbed Orlando’s wrist, pulling him back down.
‘I never see you any more, Orli. I had to do something,’ he grinned. ‘Come on, you need some time off from all this work. It’s the holidays for Christ’s sake! Just spend the afternoon with me, please. I miss you.’
Orlando glared at Dom for a long moment, then relaxed slightly. ‘I’m sorry, Dom. I know I should see you more, it’s just-’
‘It’s just nothing, Orli, we’re not talking about that anymore. Come on, get in.’
Laughing, Orlando pealed back Dom’s sheets a bit, revealing his naked torso. Then he paused. ‘How did you know I would stay?’ he said slowly. ‘I mean, you’re all ready and stuff…but what if I had said no?’
‘Orli, I know damn well you can’t resist me. Now, hurry the fuck up. I’m getting cold here.’
Orlando smirked and did as he was told. He couldn’t deny it, he needed to feel Dom’s skin against his again.
‘God, I’ve missed you,’ he sighed, pulling the covers up over him and Dom, and sliding on top of Dom. Then he lowered his head and kissed Dom hungrily.
‘I missed you too. So stop torturing me already!’
Orlando made a growling noise in his throat and nuzzled Dom’s neck. ‘I’m going to make this last as long as I want,’ he said with a cheeky smile. ‘I enjoy torturing you like this.’
Dom moaned softly and pushed his hips up against Orlando’s. ‘I need you, Orli…’ he moaned. ‘I’ve missed you, I need you now…’
‘One last thing…’ Orlando said. ‘Don’t expect me to believe you any more if you say you have a cold. That was a nasty trick to play on me.’
‘Ok, ok, whatever, please Orli, just…’
Orlando smirked.
‘We’ve got some catching up to do,’ he purred.
~
Like I said before, I'm ill. So please give me feedback to make me better!
X-posted all over.