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fellowshippers2005-06-07 12:51 am
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Title: Phew, what a relief!
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: OB and EW... sorta
Disclaimer: Not mine
Unbeta'd mistakes are mine.
Phew, what a relief!
A sliver of light illuminated Elijah’s face as he peered excitedly through the gap between the closet doors. This would be the best yet! He would be hailed as the master of all pranks, and the other hobbits would finally have to shut up about “tig.”
Elijah finished up his task as quietly as possible. He felt around the closet checking the thoroughness of his work. Every arm hole and leg hole in every garment in Orlando’s closet had been super glued shut. Elijah desperately tried to stifle a giggle as he thought of Orlando, hopping around on one foot trying to get his pants on. Just as he slipped the tube of fast drying glue back into his pocket he heard the door to Orlando’s room open and snick shut quickly.
“Fuck.” Orlando threw himself on the bed dramatically.
Elijah watched him and held his breath praying that he wouldn’t be caught before his prank had time to dry properly. Orlando sat up on the bed and threw his legs over the side and perched on the edge facing the closet. He stared hard at the closet for a minute.
Elijah could see the worry lines bunching in his face. Oh shit, he’s gonna see me. Fuck. Fuck.
Elijah drew back as quickly and quietly as he dared, still able to see the man in front of him, but hoping that his face was less visible through the parting of the doors. He watched as several emotions passed over Orlando’s face and wondered what could be troubling the usually cheerful man. When Orlando’s gaze moved away from the closet, Elijah felt the tension ease from his body slowly.
Phew, what a relief!
“To hell with it!” Orlando muttered, obviously frustrated. Before Elijah could register what was happening, Orlando was sitting directly in front of him legs spread wide, impressive erection in hand. Elijah gasped. What the hell was Orlando doing? He had a house full of guests!
“Every time…uh… he drops round…” Orlando spoke to himself as he stroked with violent speed, “I can’t…oh… control my… cock... Oh, Fucking Christ, ELIJAH!”
Elijah gasped in disbelief as Orlando’s back arched and jets of cum covered his fingers and the front of his shirt. Elijah felt a tightening in his groin and he reached down to cup himself through his jeans. Oh my Fuck...
“You arse.” Orlando cursed himself as he looked down at his ruined shirt. “You need to get a grip, mate.”
Orlando got up and wiped the semen from his hands with the already ruined shirt sleeve, before tossing it across the room into a pile of dirty clothes.
“Nothing to be done for it now,” Orlando reasoned to himself. He stood up, stretched his arms high above his head and headed to the closet to find a clean shirt…
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: OB and EW... sorta
Disclaimer: Not mine
Unbeta'd mistakes are mine.
Phew, what a relief!
A sliver of light illuminated Elijah’s face as he peered excitedly through the gap between the closet doors. This would be the best yet! He would be hailed as the master of all pranks, and the other hobbits would finally have to shut up about “tig.”
Elijah finished up his task as quietly as possible. He felt around the closet checking the thoroughness of his work. Every arm hole and leg hole in every garment in Orlando’s closet had been super glued shut. Elijah desperately tried to stifle a giggle as he thought of Orlando, hopping around on one foot trying to get his pants on. Just as he slipped the tube of fast drying glue back into his pocket he heard the door to Orlando’s room open and snick shut quickly.
“Fuck.” Orlando threw himself on the bed dramatically.
Elijah watched him and held his breath praying that he wouldn’t be caught before his prank had time to dry properly. Orlando sat up on the bed and threw his legs over the side and perched on the edge facing the closet. He stared hard at the closet for a minute.
Elijah could see the worry lines bunching in his face. Oh shit, he’s gonna see me. Fuck. Fuck.
Elijah drew back as quickly and quietly as he dared, still able to see the man in front of him, but hoping that his face was less visible through the parting of the doors. He watched as several emotions passed over Orlando’s face and wondered what could be troubling the usually cheerful man. When Orlando’s gaze moved away from the closet, Elijah felt the tension ease from his body slowly.
Phew, what a relief!
“To hell with it!” Orlando muttered, obviously frustrated. Before Elijah could register what was happening, Orlando was sitting directly in front of him legs spread wide, impressive erection in hand. Elijah gasped. What the hell was Orlando doing? He had a house full of guests!
“Every time…uh… he drops round…” Orlando spoke to himself as he stroked with violent speed, “I can’t…oh… control my… cock... Oh, Fucking Christ, ELIJAH!”
Elijah gasped in disbelief as Orlando’s back arched and jets of cum covered his fingers and the front of his shirt. Elijah felt a tightening in his groin and he reached down to cup himself through his jeans. Oh my Fuck...
“You arse.” Orlando cursed himself as he looked down at his ruined shirt. “You need to get a grip, mate.”
Orlando got up and wiped the semen from his hands with the already ruined shirt sleeve, before tossing it across the room into a pile of dirty clothes.
“Nothing to be done for it now,” Orlando reasoned to himself. He stood up, stretched his arms high above his head and headed to the closet to find a clean shirt…