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Title: Endless
Author: Ami
Rating: NC-17ish
Pairing: Marshall/Orlando
Summary: Sequel to Regardless and Whatever
Disclaimer: I made it up. To my knowledge it never happened.
Orlando had developed a thing for Marshall’s nose; the way Marshall’s eyelids would flicker down when he pressed a gentle kiss to the tip.
Marshall’s hands trapped above his head, Orlando sitting across Marshall’s thighs, leaning over, holding him down.
Kiss. Flicker.
“I hate my nose.”
Kiss. Flicker.
“I think it’s perfect.”
Kiss. Flicker.
“It’s all out of shape.”
Kiss. Flicker.
“I think it’s perfect.”
Kiss. Flicker. Lips. Sex.
Marshall had developed a thing about Orlando’s ears; the way Orlando’s whole body would shudder when he bit lightly at the lobe.
Orlando gasped at the breath close to his ear, shivering and leaning back into Marshall when he felt teeth scrape gently at his skin. He felt hardness pressed against him and he reached round to pull it closer, tilting his head back, pushing into Marshall’s mouth, pushing into Marshall’s hands. Low gutteral moans between the gasps, pinning Marshall’s back to the wall with the wicked slow roll of his hips and all Marshall could do was close his eyes and hold on.
Orlando had made the mistake of imagining what it would be like watch the sun set with Marshall. Holding his hand while they sat at the top of a deserted cliff-top, gazing into his face and seeing those blue eyes in the hazy orange and gold. Sometimes he’d imagine that it started to rain just a little, the droplets splashing on Marshall’s pale skin and Marshall would take off his top and Orlando would lay him down in the damp grass and carefully lick each drop as it fell.
They fucked at dusk and Orlando left the curtains open. He held Marshall’s legs, pushing into him over and over, watching the final rays of sunlight dancing in Marshall’s eyes. He held back the searing flames he felt building until darkness covered them and there was only the white light behind his eyes.
Marshall had made the mistake of imagining what it would be like to wake up next to Orlando. Seeing that smile highlighted in the first rays of sunlight, those brown eyes warm with sleep, long lashes struggling to flutter open. Sometimes he’d imagine that his first sight of those eyes would be when he looked up at Orlando from between his thighs, watching surprise then pleasure cross Orlando’s face as he took softness into his mouth and made it hard.
Marshall let Orlando sleep in his arms for a few minutes before they had to say goodbye. He listened to Orlando’s soft steady breaths and he felt the slow rise and fall of Orlando’s chest. For just a few minutes. Maybe five. Maybe ten. Then he gently shook him, never taking his eyes from Orlando’s face, studying every movement, every flicker of every muscle. It was over too quickly, but they had to say goodbye.
Marshall started dreaming about Orlando, waking up hard and shaking. Orlando started dreaming about Marshall, waking up damp and nervous. Marshall went to the gym more often. Orlando started running in the mornings. Because it was just once a month.
But it was a long month. Almost endless.
Author: Ami
Rating: NC-17ish
Pairing: Marshall/Orlando
Summary: Sequel to Regardless and Whatever
Disclaimer: I made it up. To my knowledge it never happened.
Orlando had developed a thing for Marshall’s nose; the way Marshall’s eyelids would flicker down when he pressed a gentle kiss to the tip.
Marshall’s hands trapped above his head, Orlando sitting across Marshall’s thighs, leaning over, holding him down.
Kiss. Flicker.
“I hate my nose.”
Kiss. Flicker.
“I think it’s perfect.”
Kiss. Flicker.
“It’s all out of shape.”
Kiss. Flicker.
“I think it’s perfect.”
Kiss. Flicker. Lips. Sex.
Marshall had developed a thing about Orlando’s ears; the way Orlando’s whole body would shudder when he bit lightly at the lobe.
Orlando gasped at the breath close to his ear, shivering and leaning back into Marshall when he felt teeth scrape gently at his skin. He felt hardness pressed against him and he reached round to pull it closer, tilting his head back, pushing into Marshall’s mouth, pushing into Marshall’s hands. Low gutteral moans between the gasps, pinning Marshall’s back to the wall with the wicked slow roll of his hips and all Marshall could do was close his eyes and hold on.
Orlando had made the mistake of imagining what it would be like watch the sun set with Marshall. Holding his hand while they sat at the top of a deserted cliff-top, gazing into his face and seeing those blue eyes in the hazy orange and gold. Sometimes he’d imagine that it started to rain just a little, the droplets splashing on Marshall’s pale skin and Marshall would take off his top and Orlando would lay him down in the damp grass and carefully lick each drop as it fell.
They fucked at dusk and Orlando left the curtains open. He held Marshall’s legs, pushing into him over and over, watching the final rays of sunlight dancing in Marshall’s eyes. He held back the searing flames he felt building until darkness covered them and there was only the white light behind his eyes.
Marshall had made the mistake of imagining what it would be like to wake up next to Orlando. Seeing that smile highlighted in the first rays of sunlight, those brown eyes warm with sleep, long lashes struggling to flutter open. Sometimes he’d imagine that his first sight of those eyes would be when he looked up at Orlando from between his thighs, watching surprise then pleasure cross Orlando’s face as he took softness into his mouth and made it hard.
Marshall let Orlando sleep in his arms for a few minutes before they had to say goodbye. He listened to Orlando’s soft steady breaths and he felt the slow rise and fall of Orlando’s chest. For just a few minutes. Maybe five. Maybe ten. Then he gently shook him, never taking his eyes from Orlando’s face, studying every movement, every flicker of every muscle. It was over too quickly, but they had to say goodbye.
Marshall started dreaming about Orlando, waking up hard and shaking. Orlando started dreaming about Marshall, waking up damp and nervous. Marshall went to the gym more often. Orlando started running in the mornings. Because it was just once a month.
But it was a long month. Almost endless.