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I've never seen this pairing here, so I hope it's okay. Obviously I'll delete it if it's not.
Title: Regardless
Author: Ami
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Marshall Mathers/Orlando Bloom
Summary: PWP (at least it was originally. There are more parts now, which I'll post here if anyone wants them.)
Disclaimer: I made it up. To my knowledge it never happened.
Orlando knew that Marshall wished he’d wear sweatpants when they met, but they just weren’t Orlando and besides he enjoyed the sight of a desperate Marshall, scrabbling with frantic fingers at his buttons, not wanting to release Orlando’s mouth but breaking away every few seconds and panting in frustration.
Orlando gave him a wicked smile and Marshall dove back to his mouth, pulling at his buttons until they finally gave way.
Marshall knew that Orlando never wore underwear when they met. It’s was Marshall’s reward for struggling with the buttons and it made him even more vigourous in his attempts to get Orlando out of his pants and get his mouth on the warm hardness hidden inside.
A shudder ran through Orlando and he felt Marshall’s hands push his hips harder against the wall to keep him from falling down, keeping him steady and he ran his tongue roughly along the underside of Orlando’s cock, so hard that it lay almost flush against his flat stomach.
Orlando always wished that Marshall had just a little more length to his hair so he could wind his fingers through it and grip it tightly while he moved Marshall against him, but he settled for holding the back of his head and watching the naked lust in the blue eyes while the pink lips moved over him.
Marshall’s eyes were all Orlando could see, the rest of the room shadowy and grey and every sensation was concentrated in the wet heat of Marshall’s mouth and the sharp pressure of Marshall’s thumbs against his hip bones.
Marshall always wished that Orlando would last a little longer, because he loved the feel of Orlando filling his mouth, loved the taste of sweat and salt and the way Orlando pushed hard and desperate. But he settled for the few minutes he got, never closing his eyes so he could watch the feral pleasure that drenched Orlando face.
Marshall sucked harder, his tongue moving faster as if he couldn’t breathe without Orlando’s cock in his mouth, without the smell and taste of Orlando swimming through his senses. Orlando gave himself over to every touch, the hand on Marshall’s head no longer trying to keep pace, Marshall now moving faster than he had the coordination for.
Orlando loved seeing Marshall on his knees, submissive and willing and wanting to please, wanting to take everything Orlando gave. He kept the image in his head all the time and when he saw Marshall on TV, all swagger and macho and ‘don’t fuck with me’, Orlando closed his eyes and saw the other side of Marshall, the one that only he knew about, the one that drank Orlando like water, the one that liked being thrown onto the bed and fucked until he could barely walk.
Marshall slowed down and removed some of the pressure, just running his tongue light over the tip, just for a few seconds until he could almost see tears in Orlando’s eyes and could feel his thighs shudder like he couldn’t stand and then he quickened the pace again, taking every inch of Orlando in his mouth every time he pushed forward, scratching his mark into Orlando's tight skin, until Orlando gasped in ecstacy and Marshall swallowed it all, staying where he was until he felt Orlando go limp against his tongue.
Marshall loved watching Orlando when he came. Marshall loved Orlando. Orlando loved Marshall. Once a month. Regardless.
Title: Regardless
Author: Ami
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Marshall Mathers/Orlando Bloom
Summary: PWP (at least it was originally. There are more parts now, which I'll post here if anyone wants them.)
Disclaimer: I made it up. To my knowledge it never happened.
Orlando knew that Marshall wished he’d wear sweatpants when they met, but they just weren’t Orlando and besides he enjoyed the sight of a desperate Marshall, scrabbling with frantic fingers at his buttons, not wanting to release Orlando’s mouth but breaking away every few seconds and panting in frustration.
Orlando gave him a wicked smile and Marshall dove back to his mouth, pulling at his buttons until they finally gave way.
Marshall knew that Orlando never wore underwear when they met. It’s was Marshall’s reward for struggling with the buttons and it made him even more vigourous in his attempts to get Orlando out of his pants and get his mouth on the warm hardness hidden inside.
A shudder ran through Orlando and he felt Marshall’s hands push his hips harder against the wall to keep him from falling down, keeping him steady and he ran his tongue roughly along the underside of Orlando’s cock, so hard that it lay almost flush against his flat stomach.
Orlando always wished that Marshall had just a little more length to his hair so he could wind his fingers through it and grip it tightly while he moved Marshall against him, but he settled for holding the back of his head and watching the naked lust in the blue eyes while the pink lips moved over him.
Marshall’s eyes were all Orlando could see, the rest of the room shadowy and grey and every sensation was concentrated in the wet heat of Marshall’s mouth and the sharp pressure of Marshall’s thumbs against his hip bones.
Marshall always wished that Orlando would last a little longer, because he loved the feel of Orlando filling his mouth, loved the taste of sweat and salt and the way Orlando pushed hard and desperate. But he settled for the few minutes he got, never closing his eyes so he could watch the feral pleasure that drenched Orlando face.
Marshall sucked harder, his tongue moving faster as if he couldn’t breathe without Orlando’s cock in his mouth, without the smell and taste of Orlando swimming through his senses. Orlando gave himself over to every touch, the hand on Marshall’s head no longer trying to keep pace, Marshall now moving faster than he had the coordination for.
Orlando loved seeing Marshall on his knees, submissive and willing and wanting to please, wanting to take everything Orlando gave. He kept the image in his head all the time and when he saw Marshall on TV, all swagger and macho and ‘don’t fuck with me’, Orlando closed his eyes and saw the other side of Marshall, the one that only he knew about, the one that drank Orlando like water, the one that liked being thrown onto the bed and fucked until he could barely walk.
Marshall slowed down and removed some of the pressure, just running his tongue light over the tip, just for a few seconds until he could almost see tears in Orlando’s eyes and could feel his thighs shudder like he couldn’t stand and then he quickened the pace again, taking every inch of Orlando in his mouth every time he pushed forward, scratching his mark into Orlando's tight skin, until Orlando gasped in ecstacy and Marshall swallowed it all, staying where he was until he felt Orlando go limp against his tongue.
Marshall loved watching Orlando when he came. Marshall loved Orlando. Orlando loved Marshall. Once a month. Regardless.
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Why?
Why did you have to kill me with the hotness?
I had so much left in life that I wanted to do...
And more parts, you say?
PLEASE POST THEM!
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So glad you liked it and thank you so much for letting me know. I'll post the sequel soon.
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about time someone slashes 'marshall' around here!
Slashing Marshall is my favourite hobby ;).
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That was very hot! I love the idea that Marshall liked being thrown onto the bed and fucked until he could barely walk. Top!Orlando is just the hottest thing ever!
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Lmao *g*. I wish they would a movie together.
I's so pleased you liked it. Thank you :D.
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*sigh*
I have to go soak my head under the coldwater tap now to put the flames out before they set off the fire alarm.
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Then extra special thanks for taking the time to read it.
I just took a quick look at your LJ and "Taggart/Hetty Wainthropp" made me laugh so much I just had to friend you. Do they show that stuff in the States??
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I'm the same with Marshall. I haven't found a pairing yet I wouldn't read at least once.
Thank you for reading. I'm so glad you liked it :D.
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I just read your answers to the big slash meme in your LJ (specifically the one about commenting) so I take it as a big compliment that you commented ;).