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Orlando Dances
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andrealyn’s club!fic challenge. PG-13. Orlando dances, but who will take him home?
It’s Saturday night, and the crew is out dancing. Decompressing from the tiring week. Everyone’s there at some point, but the clock has struck midnight and most of the so-called grownups have called it a night so they can retire and rest.
The hobbits are still there, of course, and Orli, and Beanie and Viggo are at a table near the dance floor. Beanie’s got nervous energy to work off, and he does so by jiggling his legs and making eyes at every pretty girl that wanders into his line of sight. Viggo is Viggo, always seeming so calm, as if he’d just taken a Valium and is just looking at everyone’s auras.
Orlando dances. His body is made for sin, and the way he undulates, sinuously wrapping himself around and between his partners is something even Bean can’t take his eyes from once he notices. He pulls in other dancers like a gravitational force. Women, men, people who aren’t completely convinced either way, it doesn’t matter. They seek Orli like moths to a flame.
Billy is captured, taken hostage by Orlando’s arms. He’s brought up tight against his chest, and Orli sways to a slow song with him, leaning over to nuzzle an ear, to place a tiny, almost chaste kiss against a sweaty neck. Billy closes green eyes and leans back, letting the panther that has caught him nibble a bit more, before gently easing away.
Dom is next. As he grinds pleasantly away at a beautiful woman, he feels heat behind him, then hears Orli’s shout in his ear. “Mind if I join you?”
Dom laughs, not realizing what sort of spell Orlando is weaving tonight. Dom can feel him. Feel that lean, hard muscled body against him. Feel, God, Orlando’s hips, pressing against his arse, and the evidence of Orli’s maleness, fitting just right as Dom presses back. Dom finds himself losing track of the rhythm, forgetting to look in his female partner’s eyes, and when she detaches herself and moves on, Dom doesn’t really care, because Orli’s there, Orli’s holding him around the waist and, oh, Orli’s thrusting, little thrusts that just serve to enflame. And then Orli’s gone. Moving away as if he didn’t even realize he’d left a short of breath Dom behind.
Orlando catches Bean’s eye again, and smiles. A wicked smile, full of promise and temptation, and Sean laughs before he gets up and moves to the dance floor. Orlando puts one arm up, around Sean’s neck, and uses the other hand to tug at Sean’s belt loop, pulling their hips closer. Sean leans in, and purrs into Orli’s ear. “What are ya doin’ lad? Dontcha know you’re askin’ for trouble tonight?” Orlando licks his lips, and leans his forehead against Sean’s. “Are you trouble?”
The two move together, matched in height, matched in beauty. A chiaroscuro of blonde and dark. Sean couldn’t tell you what song is playing, but he can feel the heavy bass, making his chest ache, making his blood pound as Orlando locks gazes with him. And when the song is over, Sean starts to pull Orlando back to the table, but Orli shakes his head and smiles, then moves away.
Elijah comes back from buying more cigarettes, and is caught in the honey-trap of Orlando’s smile. “Orli, want a smoke?” A slow negative shake of his head is the only response, before he takes Elijah’s hands and drags him onto the floor. It’s a faster song now, beat pounding and the two meet it, bumping and grinding against one another suggestively. Orlando’s head is thrown back, sweat glistening on his face, eyes closed as he thrusts against Elijah’s willing body. Elijah clings to him, hands fisting in the wet shirt Orli wears, holding on for dear life as Orlando presses him tighter with one big paw across his back. As the song pounds to a climax, Orli is gone again, leaving Elijah with nary a whisper.
He strides across the club purposefully, and comes to a stop at Bean and Viggo’s table.
“Come home with me,” he growls. And Viggo obeys.
andrealyn’s club!fic challenge. PG-13. Orlando dances, but who will take him home?It’s Saturday night, and the crew is out dancing. Decompressing from the tiring week. Everyone’s there at some point, but the clock has struck midnight and most of the so-called grownups have called it a night so they can retire and rest.
The hobbits are still there, of course, and Orli, and Beanie and Viggo are at a table near the dance floor. Beanie’s got nervous energy to work off, and he does so by jiggling his legs and making eyes at every pretty girl that wanders into his line of sight. Viggo is Viggo, always seeming so calm, as if he’d just taken a Valium and is just looking at everyone’s auras.
Orlando dances. His body is made for sin, and the way he undulates, sinuously wrapping himself around and between his partners is something even Bean can’t take his eyes from once he notices. He pulls in other dancers like a gravitational force. Women, men, people who aren’t completely convinced either way, it doesn’t matter. They seek Orli like moths to a flame.
Billy is captured, taken hostage by Orlando’s arms. He’s brought up tight against his chest, and Orli sways to a slow song with him, leaning over to nuzzle an ear, to place a tiny, almost chaste kiss against a sweaty neck. Billy closes green eyes and leans back, letting the panther that has caught him nibble a bit more, before gently easing away.
Dom is next. As he grinds pleasantly away at a beautiful woman, he feels heat behind him, then hears Orli’s shout in his ear. “Mind if I join you?”
Dom laughs, not realizing what sort of spell Orlando is weaving tonight. Dom can feel him. Feel that lean, hard muscled body against him. Feel, God, Orlando’s hips, pressing against his arse, and the evidence of Orli’s maleness, fitting just right as Dom presses back. Dom finds himself losing track of the rhythm, forgetting to look in his female partner’s eyes, and when she detaches herself and moves on, Dom doesn’t really care, because Orli’s there, Orli’s holding him around the waist and, oh, Orli’s thrusting, little thrusts that just serve to enflame. And then Orli’s gone. Moving away as if he didn’t even realize he’d left a short of breath Dom behind.
Orlando catches Bean’s eye again, and smiles. A wicked smile, full of promise and temptation, and Sean laughs before he gets up and moves to the dance floor. Orlando puts one arm up, around Sean’s neck, and uses the other hand to tug at Sean’s belt loop, pulling their hips closer. Sean leans in, and purrs into Orli’s ear. “What are ya doin’ lad? Dontcha know you’re askin’ for trouble tonight?” Orlando licks his lips, and leans his forehead against Sean’s. “Are you trouble?”
The two move together, matched in height, matched in beauty. A chiaroscuro of blonde and dark. Sean couldn’t tell you what song is playing, but he can feel the heavy bass, making his chest ache, making his blood pound as Orlando locks gazes with him. And when the song is over, Sean starts to pull Orlando back to the table, but Orli shakes his head and smiles, then moves away.
Elijah comes back from buying more cigarettes, and is caught in the honey-trap of Orlando’s smile. “Orli, want a smoke?” A slow negative shake of his head is the only response, before he takes Elijah’s hands and drags him onto the floor. It’s a faster song now, beat pounding and the two meet it, bumping and grinding against one another suggestively. Orlando’s head is thrown back, sweat glistening on his face, eyes closed as he thrusts against Elijah’s willing body. Elijah clings to him, hands fisting in the wet shirt Orli wears, holding on for dear life as Orlando presses him tighter with one big paw across his back. As the song pounds to a climax, Orli is gone again, leaving Elijah with nary a whisper.
He strides across the club purposefully, and comes to a stop at Bean and Viggo’s table.
“Come home with me,” he growls. And Viggo obeys.
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people who aren’t completely convinced either way This was just too damn funny!
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Love the description of Viggo: ... always seeming so calm, as if he’d just taken a Valium and is just looking at everyone’s auras. Seems perfectly accurate.
And the image here: The two move together, matched in height, matched in beauty. A chiaroscuro of blonde and dark. Color me melting in a puddle.
In my ideal universe, Sean would get up and follow, making it a nice threesome. *weg*
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(And yes, I love that threesome!! )
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Great visceral images..
Loved: The two move together, matched in height, matched in beauty. A chiaroscuro of blonde and dark. Wonderful!!!
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*punts several bad writers* Doesn't mean he doesn't know EXACTLY the effect he has on people. I'm sure he's being using those amazingly good looks to his advantage for quite some time now! *snickers*
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But poor Beanie baby all alone.. can I take him home?
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FYI, i am archiving this challenge for
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