Ski Trip 3/7 (orlijah)

[anyothergirl415.livejournal.com]

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

 

“Well, I managed to get a hold of the local sheriff,” Orlando sat on the hood of the car, draining the rest of his water bottle. 

“The local sheriff?” Elijah snorted at him. “Damn Orli, you watch too many westerns.”

Orlando rolled his eyes and lay back against the hood of the car, repositioning his sunglasses over his eyes. 

Elijah took a drink of his own water before turning to look at Orlando and nearly choked on the water in his mouth. He swallowed the water with a deep gulp before letting his eyes move over the older man’s abs.

His shirt was white and loose, but it rode up his stomach just a little, providing a tempting view of Orlando’s boxers that rode above his jeans. Elijah’s throat suddenly went dry so he brought his water bottle to his mouth but stopped when the glistening of the water caught his eyes.

With a smirk, he reached forward and dumped the bottle’s contents all over Orlando’s stomach, watching the man react with a smirk on his face. 

“Bloody fucking hell!” Orlando sat bolt up right, his hands stretching out as the cold liquid seeped into his shirt. “What the fuck is your issue?!?” Orlando spun towards Elijah, glaring with every bit of anger he had in him. “Do you have a fucking death wish Woods?!?” 

Elijah smirked and shrugged once more, taking the last swig from his water bottle. He choose what was probably best, to ignore Orlando, and merely gazed the opposite direction.

“That’s it,” Orlando scowled and came up to Elijah, jerking on his shirt collar and pulling the shorter man up to his eyes. “You are going to pay deeply for that,” he brought him closer so their faces were just inches apart, thus meaning their lips. 

Orlando was so angry that he didn’t realize how close he really was to the man until it was too late. Their eyes locked, vision slightly blurry because of their closeness, but locking none-the-less.

“What are you going to do?” Elijah whispered, his breath ghosting over Orlando’s lips in a tempting offer. “Go ahead, I’m ready…” 

Orlando swallowed and licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. “You’ll never be ready for what I can do to you.”

Elijah swallowed as well, his breath hitching in his throat. In the next instant he braved his luck and snuck his tongue out of his lips and ran across the dark haired man’s lips in a slow, seductive trail.  

Orlando let his eyes fall close as his heart dipped and exhilarated in one swift moment. Slowly he moved forward to lean more into Elijah’s tongue, hoping to deepen the kiss but in the next instant a cop car pulled up, making the two men jump apart from each other.

“You boys the ones here with the broken down jeep?” the officer asked, looking at each boy in turn.  

Orlando took a deep, shaky breath and ran a hand through his hair as Elijah remained seemingly perfectly calmed and talked to the officer. This was not good, he shouldn’t be so affected.  

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“Your car seems like it could be repaired, luckily we have the spare pieces here,”  The mechanic nodded at the two.

“Thank gods,” Elijah nodded, glancing over at Orlando who was leaning calmly against the wall.  

“How long will it take?” Orlando asked, pushing up off the wall and moving his sunglasses up and over his head.

“I imagine it will be done by tomorrow morning,” the mechanic rubbed his hands on a cloth and sloshed spit in his lips.  

“Tomorrow?” Elijah said in disbelieve. “Dear god, is the world against us or what?”

“There’s a hotel available for boarding in the town there,” the mechanic pointed in the general direction of the town.  

Orlando and Elijah shared a disgusted look before sighing and walking with the mechanic into a separate room to be instructed on what to do next.

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“Oh you have got to be kidding me,” Orlando growled, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to regain some shred of sanity.

Elijah laughed in disbelief, shaking his head. They had called the rest of the guys, told them what was going on, then headed to the local hotel. The only hotel.  

“I’m sorry, but this is Chicken festival weekend, our biggest source of income comes from this festival… we only have one room left,” the hotel salesclerk once more restated, looking at the book in her hands.

“Two beds?” Elijah asked in half hope. ‘Hey, it has to seem convincing,’ Elijah thought to himself.  

“Um no… sorry,” the girl shook her head. “A queen sized bed… but there is a TV with four whole channels!”

Both Orlando and Elijah shared a glance before sighing and shrugging, moving slowly in the direction the hotel clerk was walking. This trip was not turning out anything like it really should be and this night could only end up more complicated then anything they’d ever been through.

Comments

[darcysonelove.livejournal.com]

Oh shucks...only one bed? what a pitty....hee hee!

[anyothergirl415.livejournal.com]

I know, it sucks to be there LOL

[pippinspennyfic.livejournal.com]

Yeah baby! I was hoping for one bed!

[anyothergirl415.livejournal.com]

As you will soon learn, lol, Orlando and Elijah's luck doesn't run very high for them lol

[often-adamanta.livejournal.com]

whee! kissing!

and, ha, one bed? uh, yeah, i bet the next chapter's gonna be good...

[anyothergirl415.livejournal.com]

*sighs* *bites lip* I don't want to say lol...