fellowshippers | Foolish Games 1/1 Orlijah

Title: Foolish Games
Author: Miss. Xander
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Orlando/Elijah
Warnings: Angst, sex, and language.
Author Notes: I heard the song and couldn’t get the idea from my mind. Song by Jewel – not mine – hers!

Elijah pressed his forehead against the window. The cool of the glass was comforting and welcomed to help calm the fog from his brain. Just moments before his lips had been locked in a passionate kiss with that of Orlando Bloom. The particular tall, skinny, dark eyes, dark hair gorgeous wanna-be Greek God celebrity who was now standing in the rain outside in only a shirt and a pair of cut off pants.

It was typical. Orlando was always crazy like that. He was always off the wall, insane with his antics. And yet every moment he stood in front of a camera he was always seen as the perfect, Orlando Bloom. Not the one Elijah had fallen for, but the one the world saw and had clearly taken under their wing as the next ‘big thing.’

~You took your coat off and stood in the rain,

You were always crazy like that

I watched from my window,

Always felt I was outside looking in on you~

Elijah knew better then to think Orlando was the put together, on top of everything celebrity who never had a bad moment. After all, he’d seen Orlando hurl chunks, seen Orlando get so drunk that he couldn’t even stand. He’d seen Orlando spend several hours sobbing of the recent breakup of a girl he didn’t really like anyways.

A clearing of a throat made Elijah look up. There was Orlando, leaning against the doorway, a small smile playing on his face. “Great rain, real nice,” Orlando smirked, a small puddle forming on the wood tile that made up Elijah’s front walkway.

Elijah had to stop himself from walking across the room and pulling the tall man in for another fiery kiss. He couldn’t suffer through this again. It was an on going game with Orlando. He knew that Elijah liked him, and sickeningly enough, he played on it. When Orlando needed a fuck, a good strong fuck, he would show up at his door.

~You were always the mysterious one

With dark eyes and careless hair,

You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care

Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say

Besides some comment on the weather~

It was painful. It hurt more then he could possibly say. He couldn’t form the words that were needed to tell Orlando that he loved him more then words. That it hurt to have Orlando come to him for these needs that could not be met in a club, or from anyone else.

Because Orlando Bloom was straight, and the world had to know it. What would all those little girls say if they found out sometimes Orlando needed it rough and hard, needed it with a guy. Needed it with Elijah.

And Elijah needed it with Orlando, but there was only so much he could take. To know that in the morning Orlando would leave and it may be weeks, even months before they saw each other again was the very point that broke Elijah into a million pieces.

~Well in case you failed to notice,

In case you failed to see,

This is my heart bleeding before you,

This is me down on my knees~

Elijah moaned loudly, his legs positioned on Orlando’s shoulders as Orlando thrust hard into him, his head thrown back. It was a familiar tightening around his shaft that made his fingers dig tighter into Elijah’s arms.

Little stars exploded in front of Elijah’s eyes as Orlando slammed over and over into his sweet spot, pulling him closer and closer to the edge.

Just then Orlando stilled and emptied his load into Elijah, groaning loudly as his eyes squeezed shut and his fingers dug tighter into Elijah.

Elijah was worried that Orlando would leave him high and drive but in the next moment a hand wrapped around his length and tugged softly, brown eyes meeting blue. Elijah watched as Orlando’s mouth opened and he said the one thing that could get Elijah off at any moment.

“Elijah…” he moaned softly, squeezing one last time. Elijah hit his peak, his eyes squeezing shut as the intoxicating feeling of his orgasm washed over him in unsteady throws of insanity.

Inside it made his heart break just a little more to know he could be so affected by Orlando moaning his name. That just one word could send him over the edge.

~These foolish games are tearing me apart

You thoughtless words are breaking my heart

You're breaking my heart~

Elijah woke with a start the next morning, rolling over to rest an arm on a warm body but found the spot empty. A sigh left his lips at the soft sting in his heart. But a clatter from the kitchen made him look up, frown softly and climb out of bed, pulling on his boxers.

The idea of Orlando staying a full night at his house made him excited beyond belief but he quickly fought down that hope. Slowly he walked down the hall and into the kitchen, were Orlando was sitting back in a chair at his table. A cigarette tilted from his finger, a cup of coffee resting on his leg. A book was open on the table, an art book.

“I saw Viggo’s most recent work,” Orlando said in way of a greeting. “You should see some of it, really… it was quite amazing. Something along the lines of a Mozart wanna be. Though Viggo’s always had his own touch, his own flavor.”

“Since when did you care about Viggo’s artwork?” Elijah asked softly, pulling his guitar up to prop it on his knee. Playing the guitar was a new habit of his, though he couldn’t tell you how good he was. He probably wasn’t good at all.

“I’ve always cared, maybe you just didn’t know it,” Orlando smirked, taking a sip of his coffee.

~You were always brilliant in the morning

Smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee

You philosophies on art, Baroque moved you,

You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones

As I clumsily strummed my guitar~

“Don’t let them get to you,” Orlando stated, looking at the press rag magazine sitting on Elijah’s lap that had a picture of Elijah and Franka at an LA restaurant. The title read ‘Not Good Enough for Franka.’

Elijah briefly wondered why Orlando was still there but he merely shrugged, tossing the magazine away from him. “I don’t. I’m just curious as to why you’re never in these. Why is there never any shit on you?”

“I don’t let them affect me,” Orlando shrugged, a smile on his lips as he swirled on the couch and laid his head on Elijah’s lap, looking up at him with a smirk. “If you convince them you aren’t hurt by what they say, then they will think you are boring and will leave you alone.”

“Let me guess, you pay them off?” Elijah smirked, trying to resist the urge to play with Orlando’s hair tossed carelessly across his thighs. That would seem too much like a normal relationship. They weren’t in a normal relationship.

“You don’t need money to stop what could potentially hurt you,” Orlando smiled, rolling to face Elijah so he could lift his shirt and start to kiss along Elijah’s stomach.

~You'd teach me of honest things

Things that were daring, things that were clean

Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean

So I hid my soiled hands behind my back~

Elijah looked down at where Orlando’s lips connected with his stomach. He couldn’t suppress the giggle that ran through him. He was more then ticklish along his stomach. “Orli… stop… don’t…”

Orlando laughed and ran his tongue along the sensitive skin, nipping it just in the right ways to drive Elijah crazy. He felt fingers lace in his hair and he smiled, pulling the shirt up more so he could kiss up the chest, pausing to bite at his nipple, suck it into his lips.

Elijah moaned softly, his eyes falling shut as Orlando’s tongue twirled around his nipple, hardening it into a tight nub. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt himself begin to harden, straining his pants.

Just then a phone rang, Orlando’s. He reached in his pocket, pulling it out and flipping it open to answer, “Go… Kate!! Hi!!” And in that split instant he was off of Elijah, down the hall, already pulling on his shoes.

Elijah watched in disbelief as Orlando grabbed his bags, still talking on the phone before disappearing out the front door without even saying a goodbye. His eyes stayed locked to the door, tears forming at the base of his eyes.

~Somewhere along the line I must've gone off track with you

Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else

Somebody who gave a damn,

Somebody more like myself~

Elijah stared at the TV, flipping through the channels with no real purpose. They TV landed on ET and a picture of Orlando flashed across the screen. Elijah didn’t hear what they were saying, didn’t have to. He knew all about it. Kate and Orlando had broken up. It was over.

He should have been happy, he should be rejoicing, but he wasn’t. He knew that within time, for it was only a matter of that, before Orlando showed up at his door. Every time there was a tragic moment, thus equaled Orlando on his doorstep.

~These foolish games are tearing me apart

You thoughtless words are breaking my heart

You're breaking my heart~

The clock chimed one AM and Elijah finally gave up trying to find something worth while on the television. There was rarely anything good on. So with a sigh, he headed into his room, pulling his shirt over his head, then sliding out of his pants he was just about to climbed into bed. He had just drifted into sleep, a visual dream about Orlando and shower gel, when the doorbell rang.

He groaned loudly and tried to calm down his erection as he headed down the hall, flipping on the front hall light and not bothering to pull on more clothes. He opened his door and blinked surprised at Orlando standing there.

“Orli?” He asked, running a hand through his hair.

Orlando’s eyes racked down his body then his fingers dropped his suitcases as he stepped forward and pulled Elijah into a searing kiss.

Elijah sighed and allowed himself to fall into the kiss. He knew it was only a matter of time before Orlando would show up, and now that time was here. Typical games, typical players.

~You took off your coat and stood in the rain

You were always like that~

THE END

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i know what this little girl would say about it, he he...

melancholy and hot is a hard combination, but this was beautifully done. thanks for sharing!

*grins* thanks so much lol... I don't normally write angst, so when Ithe idea came for it I really couldn't help it lol. I'm glad you think it's done beautifully... *grins*

You used one of my favorite 'writing' songs! Cool!
And HOT of course, too ;-)

Well thank you! lol I'm glad you like it

beautiful and sad. (but in a good way.)
i LOVE that song...
*sighs*

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