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FIC: Material World 3 (Ioan), RPS, Orlando Bloom/Ioan Gruffudd, NC-17, kinky)
Material World 3 (Ioan)
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darkrosetiger and telesilla
Fandom/Pairing: RPS, Orlando Bloom/Ioan Gruffudd
Series: Material World
Warnings/Rating: NC-17 for kinky sex & drug use
Summary: Orlando sees another one of his regulars; this time it's Ioan, who is young, bored and spoiled.
Disclaimer: Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Notes: Orlando as whore has to be one of the big RPS clichés, but hell, it's a pretty one and we wanted to play with it. We actually have a plan here, but we're not going to tell just yet. Next up, Ioan the spoiled rich boy. Many thanks to our lovely beta,padawanhilary.
About the ages. For the purpose of this story, Orlando's 25. Ioan's 22. Everyone else is their real age.
Previous Chapters
~*~*~
Ioan is bored. His father is off at Cannes. Ioan could have gone with him, but he decided to stay home, thinking that having the house to himself would be nice. Instead, it's been horrendously tedious, since most of his friends aren't around.
I need to get laid, Ioan thinks. A nice, uncomplicated fuck--if I can find him, that is. He picks up his Blackberry and pages Orlando again. This time, after a few minutes, he gets a return page with the code that indicates Orlando is on his way over. Perfect.
Orli knows enough to park the car -- a boring, old Honda -- in the alley behind the huge house in Beverly Hills. I'd say it fits in with the trash cans, he thinks, letting himself in the back gate after punching in the code Ioan gave him a while back. Only I think the trash cans are nicer.
Ioan's in the back by the pool, and Orlando laughs to himself. Could he be any more stereotypical? Still, it's a nice picture: Ioan's long, lean, tan and very naked body displayed perfectly on a lounge chair. He'd make good money on the game, Orlando thinks but it's not something he'd ever once say to Ioan.
"Hey there--get yourself naked and join me." Out of all the whores Ioan's been with, he likes Orlando the best, because the boy has no illusions and knows his place in the Hollywood food chain--and, of course, he's stunning.
Orlando strips off his plain white tee shirt, his jeans and his Tevas, and sits down on the warm terra cotta tile next to Ioan's chair. "And what are you in the mood for?" he asks. You never know with Ioan; sometimes there are drugs, sometimes not. Sometimes there's humiliation, sometimes there's begging, and always there's the necessary pretense that Orlando likes everything Ioan does to him. Not that I do, but I like it when he pays me with his daddy's money.
"Have you ever been fucked in the water?" Ioan asks. He'd had the idea a few days ago; the two of them standing in the pool, with warm water surrounding them as he slowly fucked Orlando. Ioan had jacked off to the image, and now he wants to see what it's like for real.
"Dude," Orlando says in a parody of his friend Josh. "I'm like, a surfer." That much is actually true, Orlando spends his days riding the waves and soaking up the sun with his friends. "So yeah," he continues in his own voice, "I've done it in water."
"Do you like it?" Ioan's a little disappointed that he won't be the first one to do that with Orlando, but not enough to make him not want to do it.
"It was a bit gritty," Orlando says with a rueful smile. "But I don't see any sand here and there's you...." His voice trails off as he smiles more invitingly at Ioan.
Ioan's hardly naive enough to think that Orlando actually wants him, but he does appreciate the illusion, and he figures that's a large part of what he's paying for. I could get pretty boys to fuck any time, but he's actually better than most of the wanna-be actors at making me almost believe it. "Stretch out on your stomach, then, and I'll see about getting you lubed up before we go in." Ioan tosses a towel down to Orlando.
"Sure," Orlando says, putting the towel down before turning over slowly. He spread his legs a little, glad that Ioan is going to use lube and at least a little care. He's not always this careful.
Ioan runs his hands over Orlando's body, feeling the muscle under smooth skin. "You're really gorgeous, but I'm sure you know that." Bending close, he licks down Orlando's back, tasting soap and salt.
"Thank you," Orlando replies. "So are you." And that much, he thinks with a shiver as Ioan's tongue moves over his skin, is the simple truth.
Slicking his hand up with lube, Ioan works two fingers into Orlando. "God--you're so hot. Inside and out." He curves his fingers slightly, trying to reach Orlando's prostate.
"Ohhhh," Orlando moans, arching up a little. Although he's not likely to forget what's really going on here, it doesn't require much acting to pretend to like what Ioan's doing.
"Right." Ioan pulls his hand away and squeezes Orlando's firm ass. "Into the pool." He rolls a condom on and jumps into the shallow end, wading up until the water is up to the middle of his chest. "Just lean against the edge there--I think that should work."
Orlando just slides into the water, making it look as graceful as possible. The pool's warmer than usual, and he finds himself thinking that this might be one of his easier encounters with Ioan.
Ioan watches appreciatively as Orlando glides toward him, effortless and at home in the water. He slides his arms around Orlando, bending him over the side of the pool. "Spread your legs a bit...there. Perfect." Ioan pushes into Orlando slowly, letting himself savor every second of it.
Once more, Orlando's moan isn't faked. Well not entirely; he's sure he sounds a little more abandoned than he ever is with a client, but still, this is good. And, Christ, but after Clive and Jason, a little mostly vanilla sex in a pool isn't a bad thing at all.
"God, you're fucking tight," Ioan hisses. "And hotter than a fucking furnace inside." He begins to move faster, shoving Orlando against the wall of the pool with each deep thrust.
Orlando braces himself a little against the pool and pushes back against Ioan. "Feels fucking great," he says. "So fucking good to have your cock in me."
"Yeah...you like it, don't you? Like having me throw you up against a wall and fuck you?" Ioan reaches around Orlando, holding onto Orlando's hands to pin him down. "Such a fucking slut."
I should have expected that, Orlando thinks, with a cynical little twist to his mouth. "Ohh," he murmurs, squirming a little. "Can't help it," he adds. "I like being fucked."
Ioan chuckles, a distinctly unpleasant undertone to the sound. "Of course you do. You were made for it, with that pretty face and those lips just aching to be around someone's--God--someone's dick..." He slams Orlando hard against the edge of the pool, the motion making the water ripple around them and splash onto the deck.
"Such a slut for it," Orlando agrees breathlessly. "God ... yes ... more, please?" He flexes his wrists a little under Ioan's hands, turning them over in a gesture of surrender.
"Can you come like this?" Ioan demands. "Come from nothing but my cock up your tight ass? How badly do you want it, whore?" It's an effort for him to hold himself back, but he wants to hear Orlando begging for it.
"Want it," Orlando says, thinking that that has to be one of the more amusing questions he's ever been asked during sex. I can come from just about anything, boy, he thinks. "Please ... please keep slamming ... God ... that cock in me. Please? Such a ... fucking slut for it ... need your cock, please?"
"Take it then," Ioan snarls, "take it all--oh, fuck!" he screams as he comes. He wraps his legs around Orlando, half-floating in the water. "God..."
It's not quite over for Ioan, and Orlando knows what's expected next. Putting just a little bit of a whine in his voice, he arches his head back. "Please ... oh God please...."
Still buried inside Orlando, Ioan says, "Go on then--ask me. Tell me how much you want it, slut."
"Want it so fucking bad," Orlando says with a groan. "Please ... please ...fucking need it. Please?"
"Yeah," Ioan growls. "Let me feel you come around my cock." He loves this, loves the power of being able to order this gorgeous creature to do almost anything. Ioan often has that opportunity, but with Orlando and sex, it's more immediate, more visceral somehow.
It only takes a second before Orlando's coming, his body pushing back against Ioan one more time as he cries out loudly. It's good, of course, but he finds himself thinking that it was better with Jason. Something about the fear or the pain or the combination of both, maybe.
"Christ, that's good," Ioan says as he slides out of Orlando. He stretches out on his back, floating lazily in the water. "You're fucking good at this."
"So are you," Orlando says, refusing to be too modest. "I do like being with you," he adds, and it's only partly an exaggeration.
Ioan smiles, and turns over and swims to Orlando, touching the other man's hair lightly. He's occasionally wondered what it would be like to kiss him, but somehow, it seems like crossing a line. He's just a whore, after all.
If asked, Orlando would admit to being just as glad that Ioan doesn't want to kiss him. While he'll do it, it always seems so much more intimate than anything else. Although they may not know it, the clients who kiss Orlando get charged extra.
"You hungry?" Ioan asks. "I can have the cook fix us something, and then maybe..." He lets his hand trail down Orlando's neck. "...perhaps another go at it, hmm?"
"Sure," Orlando says. Food usually ends up being food and drugs and maybe booze as well, but that's fine with Orlando. He knows how to partake without doing enough to impair his judgment, and anything that Ioan does under the influence tends to make the tab mount up quickly.
Ioan flashes his brilliant smile and hops out of the pool. "Great! Wait out here--I'll be back in minute." It's more like twenty, but eventually he comes back with two plates, two glasses, a bottle of wine, and two small bottles of pills. "Here we go," he says to Orlando. "Salmon, potatoes, edamame salad, chardonnay, and a little something for dessert."
Pills, Orlando thinks, getting to his feet and taking the plates from Ioan. What sort of joy are we reaching for tonight? He sets the food out on the nearby table and smiles at Ioan. "This all looks amazing."
"Marcia got the old cook in the divorce--the new one is better, in my opinion." He pours a glass of wine for each of them. After taking a few bites, he shakes out one blue pill from one bottle, and three pink ones from another, grinning at Orlando. "The red pills and the blue pills: best of both worlds, my friend."
"Viagra and E," Orlando says. "If you want me to get that fucked up, it'll be a lot extra. I'll be recovering for a few days."
Ioan scowls. "Well you don't have to have any if you don't want." He lifts his wineglass in a mocking toast to Orlando and swallows the pills, washing them down with the wine. "Ah...that's good."
The last thing Orlando needs or wants is a Viagra, and while he can handle himself on Ecstasy, he'd really rather not, so he just smiles and sips his wine.
"Yeah..." Ioan gets up and stands behind Orlando, running a hand over the other man's back and even nuzzling his hair a little. "Give me a minute, gorgeous, and I'll be up for another go." He grins at the pun.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Orlando asks, tilting his head back to look up at Ioan.
Ioan traces Orlando's lips with one finger, then turns and goes back to the chaise lounge. "Why don't you come over here and let me feel that lovely mouth of yours on me, hmm?"
"All right." Orlando slides off his chair and onto his hands and knees, glad that the pool is surrounded by smooth tile and not concrete. He crawls over to Ioan, bending to kiss his way from Ioan's knees to his cock, keeping his touch light.
"Oh..." Ioan shivers. The E is already starting to kick in, and every inch of his skin feels like there are a million nerve endings all being stimulated at once by Orlando's feather-light caresses. "Yeah...oh, that feels fucking amazing..."
Orlando moves back down to Ioan's thighs, using his tongue this time. He knows where Ioan's going, and he knows to be careful and not overload the boy with sensation first.
Ioan spreads his legs to give Orlando better access. "Perfect...God, Orlando, you're so fucking good at this...wish I could afford to have you around all the time...sometimes I'd just want to look at you, y'know? Or touch you, a little at a time...that'd be awesome..."
"I'm sure it would be," Orlando murmurs, letting his breath ghost over Ioan's prick. He follows the warm air with long licks of his tongue, coiling it around Ioan's partially erect cock. The idea of being with Ioan all the time is not at all appealing; for all that they're close to the same age, Orlando sees Ioan as nothing but a spoiled child who is far too careless with his toys.
His cock hardening as Orlando licks him, Ioan half-closes his eyes, fascinated by the way the sun catches the bronze highlights in Orlando's dark hair. "You'd make a great model. I'd love to take pictures of you. You're like a Greek statue. Dionysus in the City of Angels." Ioan's dimly aware that he's babbling, and that five hours from now, he's going to crash hard and be surly and tired, but right now all he can think of is how incredibly beautiful Orlando is.
"Mmmm...." Orlando hums, lowering his mouth over the head of Ioan's cock and sucking lightly. He's heard it before, but the only modeling he does these days is for Viggo. Normal modeling doesn't pay as well as whoring and the hours were crap; Orlando's much happier doing this.
"Oh..." Ioan shivers. "Christ, you're making me crazy...I love it." Ioan stretches languidly. "Orlando...it suits you. Your name, I mean. It's exotic. Like dark chocolate...please..." He squirms a little now, eager to feel more even though he's already so hypersensitive that the slightest touch is almost an orgasm in itself.
Orlando can't help rolling his eyes -- it's not like he can see me -- as he sucks harder, his hands sliding up Ioan's torso to tease at Ioan's nipples. He sucks a little harder, wondering if he's going to be able to finish this quickly or if the Viagra will keep Ioan going all night.
Ioan reaches down and cards his fingers through Orlando's hair. "That it--that's perfect." Ioan loves this point, on the edge of coming but not quite there. The Viagra will let him stay; the E will let him feel every second of it. "Just like that."
Not above cheating some, Orlando uses his tongue as continues to suck Ioan's cock, his fingers still moving over Ioan's nipples. He actually doesn't mind Ioan on E; it's a hell of a lot better than Ioan on coke or drunk. Plus the sun is warm on Orlando's back, he's had a good meal and some nice wine. There are worse jobs.
"Want to do you in the pool again sometime," Ioan murmurs. "Love the way the water moved around us when we did that, like I was inside you and around you all at once." He lifts his hips so he can thrust shallowly into Orlando's mouth, hands tightening in Orlando's hair.
"Mmmm," Orlando hums, stroking his way back down Ioan's side. He caresses Ioan's hips before sliding one hand between them so he can tease Ioan's balls. "Mmmmmmm," he hums again, drawing it out longer so the vibration lasts.
Ioan gasps, and his entire body goes rigid for an instant as he comes down Orlando's throat. Still trembling from the aftereffects of his climax, he opens his eyes and stares up at the clouds.
Knowing how sensitive the E will have left Ioan, Orlando raises his head. As he sits up a little, he continues to stroke Ioan's hips gently, not wanting to break the contact too abruptly.
"Mmmmm..." Ioan sighs happily. "Thanks. That was great. It's like I can feel it all over--I think even my hair came just now." He scoots over on the chair and holds his arms out. "Join me?"
"Sure," Orlando says. Like kissing, being close after sex with a client isn't his favorite thing. But he sees no reason to alienate a regular, and so he settles on the chaise with Ioan. "Glad you enjoyed that, but I really don't think you needed the Viagra."
Ioan strokes Orlando's arms and chest. "Probably not, with you around. But I think I'll be ready for more in a bit." He trails a hand down to Orlando's cock. "How about you? You want to get off?"
"Thanks," Orlando says, smiling at Ioan. "But I'm good for now." He could get hard again, but it would take a lot of work on Ioan's part, and Ioan rarely wants to work for anyone's pleasure but his own.
"Okay." Ioan's very relaxed, so whatever Orlando wants is fine with him. "Oh, hey..." He picks up his wallet from beneath the chaise and takes out several bills. "Here you go. Don't want to forget." He yawns, absently stroking his cock, which is still half-hard. "I'm gonna take a nap, I think. If you're still here when I wake up, I'll give you more, of course."
As tempting as it is to earn some more, Orlando decides that it's time to go. He doesn't know what kind of mood Ioan will be in when he wakes up, and Orlando is really ready to be somewhere else.
Waiting until Ioan's fast asleep, Orlando slides off the chaise and grabs his clothes. As he stuffs the money into his pocket, he has to shake his head at the amount, which is exactly what Orlando would charge for the encounter. Didn't anyone ever teach you how to tip, you cheap bastard? Fortunately, experience has taught Orli that no one taught Ioan how to count either, and so, just before he leaves, Orlando opens up the bottle of E and grins. It's fairly full, and he knows that the seven our eight pills he shakes into his hand won't be missed. With one last glance at the sleeping Ioan, Orlando heads toward the back gate, whistling as he stuffs the pills into his pocket. Not bad for an afternoon's work. I'm not even all that sore.
-end-
Authors:
darkrosetiger and telesillaFandom/Pairing: RPS, Orlando Bloom/Ioan Gruffudd
Series: Material World
Warnings/Rating: NC-17 for kinky sex & drug use
Summary: Orlando sees another one of his regulars; this time it's Ioan, who is young, bored and spoiled.
Disclaimer: Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Notes: Orlando as whore has to be one of the big RPS clichés, but hell, it's a pretty one and we wanted to play with it. We actually have a plan here, but we're not going to tell just yet. Next up, Ioan the spoiled rich boy. Many thanks to our lovely beta,
padawanhilary. About the ages. For the purpose of this story, Orlando's 25. Ioan's 22. Everyone else is their real age.
Previous Chapters
~*~*~
Ioan is bored. His father is off at Cannes. Ioan could have gone with him, but he decided to stay home, thinking that having the house to himself would be nice. Instead, it's been horrendously tedious, since most of his friends aren't around.
I need to get laid, Ioan thinks. A nice, uncomplicated fuck--if I can find him, that is. He picks up his Blackberry and pages Orlando again. This time, after a few minutes, he gets a return page with the code that indicates Orlando is on his way over. Perfect.
Orli knows enough to park the car -- a boring, old Honda -- in the alley behind the huge house in Beverly Hills. I'd say it fits in with the trash cans, he thinks, letting himself in the back gate after punching in the code Ioan gave him a while back. Only I think the trash cans are nicer.
Ioan's in the back by the pool, and Orlando laughs to himself. Could he be any more stereotypical? Still, it's a nice picture: Ioan's long, lean, tan and very naked body displayed perfectly on a lounge chair. He'd make good money on the game, Orlando thinks but it's not something he'd ever once say to Ioan.
"Hey there--get yourself naked and join me." Out of all the whores Ioan's been with, he likes Orlando the best, because the boy has no illusions and knows his place in the Hollywood food chain--and, of course, he's stunning.
Orlando strips off his plain white tee shirt, his jeans and his Tevas, and sits down on the warm terra cotta tile next to Ioan's chair. "And what are you in the mood for?" he asks. You never know with Ioan; sometimes there are drugs, sometimes not. Sometimes there's humiliation, sometimes there's begging, and always there's the necessary pretense that Orlando likes everything Ioan does to him. Not that I do, but I like it when he pays me with his daddy's money.
"Have you ever been fucked in the water?" Ioan asks. He'd had the idea a few days ago; the two of them standing in the pool, with warm water surrounding them as he slowly fucked Orlando. Ioan had jacked off to the image, and now he wants to see what it's like for real.
"Dude," Orlando says in a parody of his friend Josh. "I'm like, a surfer." That much is actually true, Orlando spends his days riding the waves and soaking up the sun with his friends. "So yeah," he continues in his own voice, "I've done it in water."
"Do you like it?" Ioan's a little disappointed that he won't be the first one to do that with Orlando, but not enough to make him not want to do it.
"It was a bit gritty," Orlando says with a rueful smile. "But I don't see any sand here and there's you...." His voice trails off as he smiles more invitingly at Ioan.
Ioan's hardly naive enough to think that Orlando actually wants him, but he does appreciate the illusion, and he figures that's a large part of what he's paying for. I could get pretty boys to fuck any time, but he's actually better than most of the wanna-be actors at making me almost believe it. "Stretch out on your stomach, then, and I'll see about getting you lubed up before we go in." Ioan tosses a towel down to Orlando.
"Sure," Orlando says, putting the towel down before turning over slowly. He spread his legs a little, glad that Ioan is going to use lube and at least a little care. He's not always this careful.
Ioan runs his hands over Orlando's body, feeling the muscle under smooth skin. "You're really gorgeous, but I'm sure you know that." Bending close, he licks down Orlando's back, tasting soap and salt.
"Thank you," Orlando replies. "So are you." And that much, he thinks with a shiver as Ioan's tongue moves over his skin, is the simple truth.
Slicking his hand up with lube, Ioan works two fingers into Orlando. "God--you're so hot. Inside and out." He curves his fingers slightly, trying to reach Orlando's prostate.
"Ohhhh," Orlando moans, arching up a little. Although he's not likely to forget what's really going on here, it doesn't require much acting to pretend to like what Ioan's doing.
"Right." Ioan pulls his hand away and squeezes Orlando's firm ass. "Into the pool." He rolls a condom on and jumps into the shallow end, wading up until the water is up to the middle of his chest. "Just lean against the edge there--I think that should work."
Orlando just slides into the water, making it look as graceful as possible. The pool's warmer than usual, and he finds himself thinking that this might be one of his easier encounters with Ioan.
Ioan watches appreciatively as Orlando glides toward him, effortless and at home in the water. He slides his arms around Orlando, bending him over the side of the pool. "Spread your legs a bit...there. Perfect." Ioan pushes into Orlando slowly, letting himself savor every second of it.
Once more, Orlando's moan isn't faked. Well not entirely; he's sure he sounds a little more abandoned than he ever is with a client, but still, this is good. And, Christ, but after Clive and Jason, a little mostly vanilla sex in a pool isn't a bad thing at all.
"God, you're fucking tight," Ioan hisses. "And hotter than a fucking furnace inside." He begins to move faster, shoving Orlando against the wall of the pool with each deep thrust.
Orlando braces himself a little against the pool and pushes back against Ioan. "Feels fucking great," he says. "So fucking good to have your cock in me."
"Yeah...you like it, don't you? Like having me throw you up against a wall and fuck you?" Ioan reaches around Orlando, holding onto Orlando's hands to pin him down. "Such a fucking slut."
I should have expected that, Orlando thinks, with a cynical little twist to his mouth. "Ohh," he murmurs, squirming a little. "Can't help it," he adds. "I like being fucked."
Ioan chuckles, a distinctly unpleasant undertone to the sound. "Of course you do. You were made for it, with that pretty face and those lips just aching to be around someone's--God--someone's dick..." He slams Orlando hard against the edge of the pool, the motion making the water ripple around them and splash onto the deck.
"Such a slut for it," Orlando agrees breathlessly. "God ... yes ... more, please?" He flexes his wrists a little under Ioan's hands, turning them over in a gesture of surrender.
"Can you come like this?" Ioan demands. "Come from nothing but my cock up your tight ass? How badly do you want it, whore?" It's an effort for him to hold himself back, but he wants to hear Orlando begging for it.
"Want it," Orlando says, thinking that that has to be one of the more amusing questions he's ever been asked during sex. I can come from just about anything, boy, he thinks. "Please ... please keep slamming ... God ... that cock in me. Please? Such a ... fucking slut for it ... need your cock, please?"
"Take it then," Ioan snarls, "take it all--oh, fuck!" he screams as he comes. He wraps his legs around Orlando, half-floating in the water. "God..."
It's not quite over for Ioan, and Orlando knows what's expected next. Putting just a little bit of a whine in his voice, he arches his head back. "Please ... oh God please...."
Still buried inside Orlando, Ioan says, "Go on then--ask me. Tell me how much you want it, slut."
"Want it so fucking bad," Orlando says with a groan. "Please ... please ...fucking need it. Please?"
"Yeah," Ioan growls. "Let me feel you come around my cock." He loves this, loves the power of being able to order this gorgeous creature to do almost anything. Ioan often has that opportunity, but with Orlando and sex, it's more immediate, more visceral somehow.
It only takes a second before Orlando's coming, his body pushing back against Ioan one more time as he cries out loudly. It's good, of course, but he finds himself thinking that it was better with Jason. Something about the fear or the pain or the combination of both, maybe.
"Christ, that's good," Ioan says as he slides out of Orlando. He stretches out on his back, floating lazily in the water. "You're fucking good at this."
"So are you," Orlando says, refusing to be too modest. "I do like being with you," he adds, and it's only partly an exaggeration.
Ioan smiles, and turns over and swims to Orlando, touching the other man's hair lightly. He's occasionally wondered what it would be like to kiss him, but somehow, it seems like crossing a line. He's just a whore, after all.
If asked, Orlando would admit to being just as glad that Ioan doesn't want to kiss him. While he'll do it, it always seems so much more intimate than anything else. Although they may not know it, the clients who kiss Orlando get charged extra.
"You hungry?" Ioan asks. "I can have the cook fix us something, and then maybe..." He lets his hand trail down Orlando's neck. "...perhaps another go at it, hmm?"
"Sure," Orlando says. Food usually ends up being food and drugs and maybe booze as well, but that's fine with Orlando. He knows how to partake without doing enough to impair his judgment, and anything that Ioan does under the influence tends to make the tab mount up quickly.
Ioan flashes his brilliant smile and hops out of the pool. "Great! Wait out here--I'll be back in minute." It's more like twenty, but eventually he comes back with two plates, two glasses, a bottle of wine, and two small bottles of pills. "Here we go," he says to Orlando. "Salmon, potatoes, edamame salad, chardonnay, and a little something for dessert."
Pills, Orlando thinks, getting to his feet and taking the plates from Ioan. What sort of joy are we reaching for tonight? He sets the food out on the nearby table and smiles at Ioan. "This all looks amazing."
"Marcia got the old cook in the divorce--the new one is better, in my opinion." He pours a glass of wine for each of them. After taking a few bites, he shakes out one blue pill from one bottle, and three pink ones from another, grinning at Orlando. "The red pills and the blue pills: best of both worlds, my friend."
"Viagra and E," Orlando says. "If you want me to get that fucked up, it'll be a lot extra. I'll be recovering for a few days."
Ioan scowls. "Well you don't have to have any if you don't want." He lifts his wineglass in a mocking toast to Orlando and swallows the pills, washing them down with the wine. "Ah...that's good."
The last thing Orlando needs or wants is a Viagra, and while he can handle himself on Ecstasy, he'd really rather not, so he just smiles and sips his wine.
"Yeah..." Ioan gets up and stands behind Orlando, running a hand over the other man's back and even nuzzling his hair a little. "Give me a minute, gorgeous, and I'll be up for another go." He grins at the pun.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Orlando asks, tilting his head back to look up at Ioan.
Ioan traces Orlando's lips with one finger, then turns and goes back to the chaise lounge. "Why don't you come over here and let me feel that lovely mouth of yours on me, hmm?"
"All right." Orlando slides off his chair and onto his hands and knees, glad that the pool is surrounded by smooth tile and not concrete. He crawls over to Ioan, bending to kiss his way from Ioan's knees to his cock, keeping his touch light.
"Oh..." Ioan shivers. The E is already starting to kick in, and every inch of his skin feels like there are a million nerve endings all being stimulated at once by Orlando's feather-light caresses. "Yeah...oh, that feels fucking amazing..."
Orlando moves back down to Ioan's thighs, using his tongue this time. He knows where Ioan's going, and he knows to be careful and not overload the boy with sensation first.
Ioan spreads his legs to give Orlando better access. "Perfect...God, Orlando, you're so fucking good at this...wish I could afford to have you around all the time...sometimes I'd just want to look at you, y'know? Or touch you, a little at a time...that'd be awesome..."
"I'm sure it would be," Orlando murmurs, letting his breath ghost over Ioan's prick. He follows the warm air with long licks of his tongue, coiling it around Ioan's partially erect cock. The idea of being with Ioan all the time is not at all appealing; for all that they're close to the same age, Orlando sees Ioan as nothing but a spoiled child who is far too careless with his toys.
His cock hardening as Orlando licks him, Ioan half-closes his eyes, fascinated by the way the sun catches the bronze highlights in Orlando's dark hair. "You'd make a great model. I'd love to take pictures of you. You're like a Greek statue. Dionysus in the City of Angels." Ioan's dimly aware that he's babbling, and that five hours from now, he's going to crash hard and be surly and tired, but right now all he can think of is how incredibly beautiful Orlando is.
"Mmmm...." Orlando hums, lowering his mouth over the head of Ioan's cock and sucking lightly. He's heard it before, but the only modeling he does these days is for Viggo. Normal modeling doesn't pay as well as whoring and the hours were crap; Orlando's much happier doing this.
"Oh..." Ioan shivers. "Christ, you're making me crazy...I love it." Ioan stretches languidly. "Orlando...it suits you. Your name, I mean. It's exotic. Like dark chocolate...please..." He squirms a little now, eager to feel more even though he's already so hypersensitive that the slightest touch is almost an orgasm in itself.
Orlando can't help rolling his eyes -- it's not like he can see me -- as he sucks harder, his hands sliding up Ioan's torso to tease at Ioan's nipples. He sucks a little harder, wondering if he's going to be able to finish this quickly or if the Viagra will keep Ioan going all night.
Ioan reaches down and cards his fingers through Orlando's hair. "That it--that's perfect." Ioan loves this point, on the edge of coming but not quite there. The Viagra will let him stay; the E will let him feel every second of it. "Just like that."
Not above cheating some, Orlando uses his tongue as continues to suck Ioan's cock, his fingers still moving over Ioan's nipples. He actually doesn't mind Ioan on E; it's a hell of a lot better than Ioan on coke or drunk. Plus the sun is warm on Orlando's back, he's had a good meal and some nice wine. There are worse jobs.
"Want to do you in the pool again sometime," Ioan murmurs. "Love the way the water moved around us when we did that, like I was inside you and around you all at once." He lifts his hips so he can thrust shallowly into Orlando's mouth, hands tightening in Orlando's hair.
"Mmmm," Orlando hums, stroking his way back down Ioan's side. He caresses Ioan's hips before sliding one hand between them so he can tease Ioan's balls. "Mmmmmmm," he hums again, drawing it out longer so the vibration lasts.
Ioan gasps, and his entire body goes rigid for an instant as he comes down Orlando's throat. Still trembling from the aftereffects of his climax, he opens his eyes and stares up at the clouds.
Knowing how sensitive the E will have left Ioan, Orlando raises his head. As he sits up a little, he continues to stroke Ioan's hips gently, not wanting to break the contact too abruptly.
"Mmmmm..." Ioan sighs happily. "Thanks. That was great. It's like I can feel it all over--I think even my hair came just now." He scoots over on the chair and holds his arms out. "Join me?"
"Sure," Orlando says. Like kissing, being close after sex with a client isn't his favorite thing. But he sees no reason to alienate a regular, and so he settles on the chaise with Ioan. "Glad you enjoyed that, but I really don't think you needed the Viagra."
Ioan strokes Orlando's arms and chest. "Probably not, with you around. But I think I'll be ready for more in a bit." He trails a hand down to Orlando's cock. "How about you? You want to get off?"
"Thanks," Orlando says, smiling at Ioan. "But I'm good for now." He could get hard again, but it would take a lot of work on Ioan's part, and Ioan rarely wants to work for anyone's pleasure but his own.
"Okay." Ioan's very relaxed, so whatever Orlando wants is fine with him. "Oh, hey..." He picks up his wallet from beneath the chaise and takes out several bills. "Here you go. Don't want to forget." He yawns, absently stroking his cock, which is still half-hard. "I'm gonna take a nap, I think. If you're still here when I wake up, I'll give you more, of course."
As tempting as it is to earn some more, Orlando decides that it's time to go. He doesn't know what kind of mood Ioan will be in when he wakes up, and Orlando is really ready to be somewhere else.
Waiting until Ioan's fast asleep, Orlando slides off the chaise and grabs his clothes. As he stuffs the money into his pocket, he has to shake his head at the amount, which is exactly what Orlando would charge for the encounter. Didn't anyone ever teach you how to tip, you cheap bastard? Fortunately, experience has taught Orli that no one taught Ioan how to count either, and so, just before he leaves, Orlando opens up the bottle of E and grins. It's fairly full, and he knows that the seven our eight pills he shakes into his hand won't be missed. With one last glance at the sleeping Ioan, Orlando heads toward the back gate, whistling as he stuffs the pills into his pocket. Not bad for an afternoon's work. I'm not even all that sore.
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Can't wait to find out who's next *g*
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Next? Since I'll probably be posting sometime tonight, I can tell you to look at my icon.
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