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Title: Enough
Author: Ami
Rating: NC-17ish
Pairing: Marshall Mathers/Orlando Bloom
Summary: Sequel to Endless.
Disclaimer: I made it up. To my knowledge it never happened.
Marshall was in L.A. that week but Orlando was in New York. And it wasn’t that he couldn’t bear to miss a month but somewhere in the middle of cursing his inflexible schedule and hating his life, he lied to everyone and found himself standing at LAX Terminal 4, Gate 41, waiting for American Airlines flight 22 to JFK.
He ignored the surprised look on Orlando’s face, removing it with a kiss as he pushed his way in and kicked the door closed behind him. He ignored the ringing phone, blocking it out with Orlando’s moans as he dragged his tongue along Orlando’s jaw. Naked in seconds and on his knees; the buttons flicked open with practised ease and he almost missed the struggle, but once he had the texture and taste and scent filling every sense he forgot everything but the sweet, desperate throb and how to make Orlando scream his name.
Orlando was in New York that week and Marshall had been in L.A. And it wasn’t that he hadn’t been able to bear missing a month but somewhere in the middle of imagining what Marshall looked like naked and wet in his hotel shower, he called reception back to apologize for missing his cab and quietly tore up his ticket to LAX.
Marshall made the tiniest movement with his fingertips and Orlando rolled willingly into his arms. The sheets were tangled at their feet and Orlando kicked them to the floor, slipping one leg between Marshall’s. He gave himself over to the moment, drowning in the tired blue eyes.
"I guess you have to get back tonight."
Orlando hadn’t prayed since he was a child, but in the anxious pause as he shifted his gaze to stare at a point on the wall over Marshall’s shoulder, he really hoped there was a god.
"I ain’t got nowhere to be."
And god said let there be light and there was. Orlando could see it burning in Marshall’s eyes. He let a smile curl at his lips and moved in tighter as he closed his eyes.
In the heat and the crowds, L.A. was cold and lonely. The second hand on every clock had stopped. He’d watched the same pay-per-view movie over and over again and never once got to the end before coming so hard in his own hand that he lost consciousness seconds later. His imagination took him to places he’d swore he’d never go again and what scared him most was that he went without a fight.
"Orlando?"
"Marshall?"
"Yeh. I just...I wanted..."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeh. No. I just. I gotta go."
"Marshall..."
Click.
Twelve months. Twelve times. And Orlando knew the date of every one. He knew every detail, every groan, every sigh. He knew the words to every song. He lived them over and over again on his own, promising every time was the last. But every promise ran like sand through his fingers when each bed was too big to be in alone.
"Marshall?"
"Orlando?"
"Yeh. Hi. I was wondering if..."
"Yeh?"
"Maybe..."
"Yeh?"
"Forget it. Doesn’t matter."
"Orlando..."
Click.
Orlando let the tear fall and Marshall threw the phone at the wall. Once a month wasn’t enough.
Author: Ami
Rating: NC-17ish
Pairing: Marshall Mathers/Orlando Bloom
Summary: Sequel to Endless.
Disclaimer: I made it up. To my knowledge it never happened.
Marshall was in L.A. that week but Orlando was in New York. And it wasn’t that he couldn’t bear to miss a month but somewhere in the middle of cursing his inflexible schedule and hating his life, he lied to everyone and found himself standing at LAX Terminal 4, Gate 41, waiting for American Airlines flight 22 to JFK.
He ignored the surprised look on Orlando’s face, removing it with a kiss as he pushed his way in and kicked the door closed behind him. He ignored the ringing phone, blocking it out with Orlando’s moans as he dragged his tongue along Orlando’s jaw. Naked in seconds and on his knees; the buttons flicked open with practised ease and he almost missed the struggle, but once he had the texture and taste and scent filling every sense he forgot everything but the sweet, desperate throb and how to make Orlando scream his name.
Orlando was in New York that week and Marshall had been in L.A. And it wasn’t that he hadn’t been able to bear missing a month but somewhere in the middle of imagining what Marshall looked like naked and wet in his hotel shower, he called reception back to apologize for missing his cab and quietly tore up his ticket to LAX.
Marshall made the tiniest movement with his fingertips and Orlando rolled willingly into his arms. The sheets were tangled at their feet and Orlando kicked them to the floor, slipping one leg between Marshall’s. He gave himself over to the moment, drowning in the tired blue eyes.
"I guess you have to get back tonight."
Orlando hadn’t prayed since he was a child, but in the anxious pause as he shifted his gaze to stare at a point on the wall over Marshall’s shoulder, he really hoped there was a god.
"I ain’t got nowhere to be."
And god said let there be light and there was. Orlando could see it burning in Marshall’s eyes. He let a smile curl at his lips and moved in tighter as he closed his eyes.
In the heat and the crowds, L.A. was cold and lonely. The second hand on every clock had stopped. He’d watched the same pay-per-view movie over and over again and never once got to the end before coming so hard in his own hand that he lost consciousness seconds later. His imagination took him to places he’d swore he’d never go again and what scared him most was that he went without a fight.
"Orlando?"
"Marshall?"
"Yeh. I just...I wanted..."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeh. No. I just. I gotta go."
"Marshall..."
Click.
Twelve months. Twelve times. And Orlando knew the date of every one. He knew every detail, every groan, every sigh. He knew the words to every song. He lived them over and over again on his own, promising every time was the last. But every promise ran like sand through his fingers when each bed was too big to be in alone.
"Marshall?"
"Orlando?"
"Yeh. Hi. I was wondering if..."
"Yeh?"
"Maybe..."
"Yeh?"
"Forget it. Doesn’t matter."
"Orlando..."
Click.
Orlando let the tear fall and Marshall threw the phone at the wall. Once a month wasn’t enough.
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Lol:D. Fear not! I will ;).
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