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fellowshippers2005-02-20 05:51 pm
Ski Trip 2/7 (Orlijah)
Title: Ski
Trip
Author: Miss. Xander
Rating: NC-17 (soon enough, though there are many parts and some wont be)
Pairings: Orlando/Elijah, Dom/Billy (mentioned), Viggo/Bean (mentioned)
Warnings: m/m relationships, sex and language
“Okay, so
the Jeep is all loaded,” Dom nodded, stepping up to the group.
It was the
next day, and even out of their drunken stupor they were still going on this
trip.
“Okie
dokie!” Elijah said happily. “I’ll drive the jeep but there’s only room for one
more person so who’s riding with me and who’s in the SUV?”
Dom, Billy,
Viggo and Bean all slide to the left, closest to the SUV.
“Woo hoo!”
Elijah hopped over to
“Bloody
gits,”
They all
laughed and turned to the SUV, all knowing inside that
*~*~*~*~* *~*~*~*~* *~*~*~*~* *~*~*~*~* *~*~*~*~* *~*~*~*~*
“Nothing can stop us, not now, I love
you
They're not gonna get us,
they're not gonna get us
Nothing can stop us, not now, I love you
They're not gonna get us,
they're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us”
Elijah sang loudly to the music as he switched lanes on the
freeway. His fingers drummed to the loud techno beat taking over the jeep.
“Damnit Orli, I was listening to that!” Elijah growled,
looking over at
“Well, I refuse to listen to that shit,”
“T.A.T.U. is not shit,” Elijah protested. “I’m sure it’s
better then any shit you listen to.”
“I do not listen to shit,”
“Whatever,” Elijah rolled his eyes, falling into silence.
The vehicle was suddenly submersed in a silence that was
thick with tension. It didn’t use to be this way. Sure,
Now, well now they were at risk to be seen by the public and
fans. That was the last thing either needed on their rep. But both still had
strong feelings, unbeknownst by the other.
“Could you put on the fuckin’ radio then?” Elijah pouted, shifting in his seat and his hands on the stirring wheel.
“Fine,”
Elijah growled and pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of
his nose. He hated how
‘He’s not even that
much of a celebrity, I mean… I have more movies out then him,’ Elijah
argued in his mind, making little faces a long with his thoughts. ‘Just cause he’s all sexy and dark, and
handsome… and really fuckable…’ Elijah shook his head to try to rid his
mind of the thoughts of ‘fuckable
“What was that clank?”
“How can I hear shit with this fuckin’ classical shit
playing?” Elijah spat, reaching over and slapping over the radio. The truth
was, he’d been so focused on not getting horny that he didn’t hear anything.
But in the next minute he heard another clank and felt the sickening drop of
his stomach. “What the hell was that?”
“That’s what I want to know!”
“What? Fuck what? What is it?” Elijah asked in his usual
impatient anxiousness.
“Pull over,”
“Loosing parts?” Elijah glanced at him before turning on his
blinker and pulling the car safely over. And not a minute too late. In the next
instant the car gave a tired sputter then died with a loud groan. “Shit.”
“Nice,”
“How the fuck was I supposed to know it’d die?!?” Elijah
spat back, hopping out of the car along with
“Do I look like a bloody mechanic?”
“What-the-hell-ever,” Elijah growled as well, looking around
the desert that surrounded them. “We’re in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. What
the fuck are we supposed to do?”
“I’m gonna try to call someone,”
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:) can't wait for more!
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