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Man on a Mission
Title: Man on a Mission
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duckie7582
Summary: Orlando is looking for some action.
Pairings: Orli/Elijah, minor Orli/Liv, Liv/Miranda, Dom/Orli/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not true
Note: Written forandrealyn's club!fic challenge.
Orlando walks into the club, fashionably late, with the theme from Mission Impossible playing in his head. He has a mission of his own tonight and he’s fairly sure it won’t be impossible. Your mission, Mr. Bloom, should you choose to accept it, is sex and lots of it. He spots his friends at a table and saunters over to them.
Elijah has already started giggling at everything and it’s just a matter of time before he tries to do something like dance on the table. The others just shake their heads and laugh at the boy who hasn’t learned how to hold his liquor yet.
Elijah pulls Orlando out onto the dance floor, doing a dance that can only be categorized as a seizure. Orlando chuckles to himself for a minute then grabs Elijah by his hips, pulling the younger man up against him. Elijah’s eyes go wide, wider than usual, and he sways a little, unbalanced. Orlando keeps one hand on Elijah’s hip and the other snakes behind him, holding him in place. Elijah raises his arms and slips his hands around Orlando’s neck, pulling him down to where their noses touch.
They look at each other for a minute and then Elijah starts to giggle again. Orlando rolls his eyes and sighs in frustration before grinding his hips against Elijah’s. Elijah’s giggles trail off with an “Oh…” and Orlando kisses him. Elijah grasps at the back of Orlando’s neck and his enthusiasm and lack of coordination leads to nose bumping and teeth clacking. Orlando comes to the conclusion that if kissing Elijah is this difficult, other things could end up very dangerous and also quite painful.
Orlando deposits Elijah back at the table and turns his attention to the lady already seated at the table.
“Hello, love!” Orlando greets Liv as he slides in the booth beside her. He slips his arm around her shoulders and kisses her cheek.
“Hey, Orli. Having a good time?”
“Mm. Even better now that I’ve found you.” He leans in close again and lets his lips brush against the corner of her mouth. “Dance with me?”
“Maybe later. Miranda wants me to dance with her now.” She points to where Miranda is beckoning from the edge of the dance floor.
“Can I come, too?”
Liv smiles and kisses him gently. “Some other time.” She slides out of the booth and heads off to join Miranda.
“Hey!” Elijah leans across the table and snaps his fingers in Orlando’s face.
Orlando swats his hand away. “What?”
“Do they have sporks in England?”
“What the hell are you on about?” Orlando asks, scrunching up his face.
“Sporks, man! You know, it’s not quite a fork, but not quite a spoon. Sporks! Freaky ass shit, dude.” He nods enthusiastically, his head bouncing around like a bobblehead.
“Right,” Orlando says dismissively, his eyes scanning the crowd.
He watches Liv, her arms wrapped around Miranda’s waist from behind. Miranda leans back against her and tilts her head to the side as Liv kisses her neck. She brings her hands up and cups Miranda’s breasts as they sway back and forth. Miranda closes her eyes and sighs, letting her hands slide up and down Liv’s sides. Miranda turns around and kisses Liv, letting her tongue explore the other woman’s mouth. Liv runs her fingers through Miranda’s hair and down her back, pulling her closer as she slips her leg in between Miranda’s thighs.
Orlando takes in a shaky breath and feels a pool of lust settle in his stomach. His mission is taking longer than he anticipated and he’s feeling anxious, not to mention horny. His eyes are still glued to the women when a pair of hands tugs at his arm. He looks over to find Dom.
“C’mon!” Dom insists, pulling on his arm harder.
Orlando allows himself to be pulled out of the booth , noticing that Billy is standing behind Dom. “Where’re we going?”
“You’re going to dance with us,” Dom tells him, his hands trailing down Orlando’s arm.
Dom walks behind Orlando, with Billy leading, as they find a spot right in the middle of the dance floor. Billy turns to face Orlando and both he and Dom press in close, capturing Orlando between them. Dom’s hands move to Orlando’s hips and Billy’s rest on top of Dom’s. Billy moves his hips against Orlando’s and Orlando blushes a little, knowing that Billy can feel his arousal through their jeans.
“We’ve been watching you,” Dom says, his voice a growl, right in Orlando’s ear. Orlando can feel Dom’s hot breath on his neck and swallows hard.
“You’re a very pretty boy, Orlando,” Billy says, his accent making Orlando weak in the knees. His eyes are drawn to Billy’s mouth-- oh God, that pretty mouth-- and he’s vaguely aware that Billy is still speaking. “…with us?”
Orlando tears his eyes away from Billy’s mouth and looks at his eyes, which flash bright green and yellow in reflection of the blinking lights. “Huh?” Orlando asks dumbly.
Billy smiles and leans in close. “I asked you if you wanted us.” His lips brush against Orlando’s earlobe and Orlando shivers.
“Yes,” Orlando whispers.
“Yes what?” Dom asks in his other ear and it’s a surround sounds of the sexiest voices Orlando has ever heard.
“I want you. Want you both.”
Dom smiles and Orlando can feel it against his neck. “Good. Because--”
“We both want you,” Billy finishes.
Orlando’s body is humming with energy and his mind is racing with thoughts of what will happen next. He’s struggling to keep control of himself. Billy locks eyes with Dom and at the same time, they both grind against Orlando, moving to the music. He can feel they’re both just as aroused, if not more, than he is.
“Christ,” Orlando hisses.
Dom’s hand slides underneath Orlando’s shirt and his fingers-- sweet Jesus, those long fingers-- slip beneath the waistband of his jeans. The leather of Dom’s wrist cuff feels cool against his flushed skin and he shudders.
Dom’s hand moves up Orlando’s chest, fingers brushing over hard nipples, as he sucks gently on the side of Orlando’s neck. Billy captures Orlando’s lips with his own and kisses him softly, teasingly, pulling away as Orlando’s tries to deepen the kiss.
“Billy…” he rasps, his hand going behind Billy’s neck, trying to pull him closer.
Billy resists and takes Orlando’s hand away from him, placing something cool in the palm of Orlando’s hand before both he and Dom disappear into the crowd. Orlando looks down at his hand to find a key card with a post it note that reads Room 436. Come play with us. He grins and pushes his way through the people, making his way towards the exit.
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duckie7582Summary: Orlando is looking for some action.
Pairings: Orli/Elijah, minor Orli/Liv, Liv/Miranda, Dom/Orli/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not true
Note: Written for
andrealyn's club!fic challenge.Orlando walks into the club, fashionably late, with the theme from Mission Impossible playing in his head. He has a mission of his own tonight and he’s fairly sure it won’t be impossible. Your mission, Mr. Bloom, should you choose to accept it, is sex and lots of it. He spots his friends at a table and saunters over to them.
Elijah has already started giggling at everything and it’s just a matter of time before he tries to do something like dance on the table. The others just shake their heads and laugh at the boy who hasn’t learned how to hold his liquor yet.
Elijah pulls Orlando out onto the dance floor, doing a dance that can only be categorized as a seizure. Orlando chuckles to himself for a minute then grabs Elijah by his hips, pulling the younger man up against him. Elijah’s eyes go wide, wider than usual, and he sways a little, unbalanced. Orlando keeps one hand on Elijah’s hip and the other snakes behind him, holding him in place. Elijah raises his arms and slips his hands around Orlando’s neck, pulling him down to where their noses touch.
They look at each other for a minute and then Elijah starts to giggle again. Orlando rolls his eyes and sighs in frustration before grinding his hips against Elijah’s. Elijah’s giggles trail off with an “Oh…” and Orlando kisses him. Elijah grasps at the back of Orlando’s neck and his enthusiasm and lack of coordination leads to nose bumping and teeth clacking. Orlando comes to the conclusion that if kissing Elijah is this difficult, other things could end up very dangerous and also quite painful.
Orlando deposits Elijah back at the table and turns his attention to the lady already seated at the table.
“Hello, love!” Orlando greets Liv as he slides in the booth beside her. He slips his arm around her shoulders and kisses her cheek.
“Hey, Orli. Having a good time?”
“Mm. Even better now that I’ve found you.” He leans in close again and lets his lips brush against the corner of her mouth. “Dance with me?”
“Maybe later. Miranda wants me to dance with her now.” She points to where Miranda is beckoning from the edge of the dance floor.
“Can I come, too?”
Liv smiles and kisses him gently. “Some other time.” She slides out of the booth and heads off to join Miranda.
“Hey!” Elijah leans across the table and snaps his fingers in Orlando’s face.
Orlando swats his hand away. “What?”
“Do they have sporks in England?”
“What the hell are you on about?” Orlando asks, scrunching up his face.
“Sporks, man! You know, it’s not quite a fork, but not quite a spoon. Sporks! Freaky ass shit, dude.” He nods enthusiastically, his head bouncing around like a bobblehead.
“Right,” Orlando says dismissively, his eyes scanning the crowd.
He watches Liv, her arms wrapped around Miranda’s waist from behind. Miranda leans back against her and tilts her head to the side as Liv kisses her neck. She brings her hands up and cups Miranda’s breasts as they sway back and forth. Miranda closes her eyes and sighs, letting her hands slide up and down Liv’s sides. Miranda turns around and kisses Liv, letting her tongue explore the other woman’s mouth. Liv runs her fingers through Miranda’s hair and down her back, pulling her closer as she slips her leg in between Miranda’s thighs.
Orlando takes in a shaky breath and feels a pool of lust settle in his stomach. His mission is taking longer than he anticipated and he’s feeling anxious, not to mention horny. His eyes are still glued to the women when a pair of hands tugs at his arm. He looks over to find Dom.
“C’mon!” Dom insists, pulling on his arm harder.
Orlando allows himself to be pulled out of the booth , noticing that Billy is standing behind Dom. “Where’re we going?”
“You’re going to dance with us,” Dom tells him, his hands trailing down Orlando’s arm.
Dom walks behind Orlando, with Billy leading, as they find a spot right in the middle of the dance floor. Billy turns to face Orlando and both he and Dom press in close, capturing Orlando between them. Dom’s hands move to Orlando’s hips and Billy’s rest on top of Dom’s. Billy moves his hips against Orlando’s and Orlando blushes a little, knowing that Billy can feel his arousal through their jeans.
“We’ve been watching you,” Dom says, his voice a growl, right in Orlando’s ear. Orlando can feel Dom’s hot breath on his neck and swallows hard.
“You’re a very pretty boy, Orlando,” Billy says, his accent making Orlando weak in the knees. His eyes are drawn to Billy’s mouth-- oh God, that pretty mouth-- and he’s vaguely aware that Billy is still speaking. “…with us?”
Orlando tears his eyes away from Billy’s mouth and looks at his eyes, which flash bright green and yellow in reflection of the blinking lights. “Huh?” Orlando asks dumbly.
Billy smiles and leans in close. “I asked you if you wanted us.” His lips brush against Orlando’s earlobe and Orlando shivers.
“Yes,” Orlando whispers.
“Yes what?” Dom asks in his other ear and it’s a surround sounds of the sexiest voices Orlando has ever heard.
“I want you. Want you both.”
Dom smiles and Orlando can feel it against his neck. “Good. Because--”
“We both want you,” Billy finishes.
Orlando’s body is humming with energy and his mind is racing with thoughts of what will happen next. He’s struggling to keep control of himself. Billy locks eyes with Dom and at the same time, they both grind against Orlando, moving to the music. He can feel they’re both just as aroused, if not more, than he is.
“Christ,” Orlando hisses.
Dom’s hand slides underneath Orlando’s shirt and his fingers-- sweet Jesus, those long fingers-- slip beneath the waistband of his jeans. The leather of Dom’s wrist cuff feels cool against his flushed skin and he shudders.
Dom’s hand moves up Orlando’s chest, fingers brushing over hard nipples, as he sucks gently on the side of Orlando’s neck. Billy captures Orlando’s lips with his own and kisses him softly, teasingly, pulling away as Orlando’s tries to deepen the kiss.
“Billy…” he rasps, his hand going behind Billy’s neck, trying to pull him closer.
Billy resists and takes Orlando’s hand away from him, placing something cool in the palm of Orlando’s hand before both he and Dom disappear into the crowd. Orlando looks down at his hand to find a key card with a post it note that reads Room 436. Come play with us. He grins and pushes his way through the people, making his way towards the exit.
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~Sarie
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And this: Room 436. Come play with us., was priceless indeed. *grins* I can make a sequel of my own, but if you'd write one you'd be my goddess. :P
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