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FIC: Adventure Sweet Like Chocolate, Orlando/OMC, R
Hi everyone!
I´ve been a lurker in this community for quite a long time now and I´ve been neglecting my own livejournal pretty much too. But since I started to update it here and there, I´ve hoped that I could share some of my fics here with you.
This one is the first fic I ever wrote (and it definitely shows, so have mercy). Nothing unusual in this one, just a bit fluff, sap and a bad writing style. Feel free to comment, criticize or whatever... I would very much love to hear from anybody, thank you very much. *offers cookie*.
PS: And I´m pretty much a complete Orlando freak, so all of my crap writings will have him as a part of the main pairing. *blushes*
Title: Adventure Sweet Like Chocolate
Author: ocko_okate (ocko_okate@yahoo.com)
Beta: nitw1t
Pairing: Orlando/OMC
Rating: R
Summary: Sweet Orlando got lost in a gay bar.
Feedback: is greatly appreciated, but this is the FIRST thing I ever wrote,
so be gentle please
Warnings: sweet and romantic, cos I´m hopeless :-)
Disclaimers: I don´t know Orlando Bloom and am in no way connected to him. This is purely a work of fiction and written for fun. So please, enjoy :-)
Archive: Please ask first!
Author´s Notes: This fic is inspired by the story Knight Club, which was written by nitw1t and posted in the Yahoo Group Viggorously. She was so kind and gave me the permission to post this (and even betaed it for me, she´s just the best!! All remaining mistakes are mine!).
So you should go read her fic too, cos is definitely „inspiring“ :-)
As soon as Orlando entered the bar, it was clear to him that he became a victim of another of the hobbit´s pranks. Because this was clearly a gay bar. Firstly, there was no sign of Lija, Dom or Billy so far. Secondly, there were none of the promised ´tons of good looking girls´ of which Dom babbled about for so long, until he´d convinced Orlando to meet him and the hobbits here tonight. And thirdly, well wait, there were no girls at all, as Orlando took a closer look.
The dance floor was pretty crowded; there were some tables and a nice, cosy looking bar. And all were occupied by men – men in pairs, men in groups and some loners too.
„Fuck! Not a gay bar again!“
He remembered all to well what happened last time he was in one. But back there he was with Ian, John and Beanie and they made it pretty clear to all the unnerving men, that he was under their protection. Although, Beanie had had some propositions himself, being the good looking blonde he was.
As Orlando stood near the entrance, he could already feel some hungry looks on his body. And as usual, he was dressed to kill. The black leather pants sinfully hugged his legs and hung pretty low on his slender hips. The black top ended some inches above his navel, revealing a good view at his muscled stomach and smooth olive skin.
Orlando spotted a phone hanging on the wall near the bar and moved through the crowd to call a taxi. ´ I´m not staying in this place any second longer then necessary, ´ he thought, as he already felt some brazen gropes on his arms and curves. He made it to the phone and after hearing that the taxi would be there soon, he exhaled in relieved and leaned on the wall near the phone.
He felt so vulnerable in here; being the prey instead of the hunter. He was usually the one, who took the matters in his hands, approaching and seducing the girls. The way some men were looking at him made him unsure and he mentally cursed himself for dressing up in those pants.
Lost in thought, he suddenly felt a hand around his waist, pulling him closer to a warm body.
„Hello, Chocolate. Care for some company?“
Orlando tried to pull away, but the arm only tightened around him.
„No thanks, I´m actually already going home,“ he said nervously to the tall blonde, who stood in front of him.
„ Not a bad idea either,“ the man smiled a seductive smile. „Maybe we could get to my place instead?“ His hands started to roam Orlando´s muscled chest.
„I´m not interested, really. Gotta go now, bye...“
Orlando moved swiftly away from the man´s hands into the dancing crowd. He tried to get as far away from the stranger as possible, not realising that he had moved deeper into the crowd.
His heartbeat was pretty high and his hands began to sweat. All around him were dancing men, all crowded pretty close.
There were hands on his body again. Someone grasped his arm.
„You´re not going away, Chocolate,“ said the oily voice of the stranger from before.
„Dance with me, beautiful,“ and the man pressed his body against him.
„I said let me be, so fuck off!“ Orlando shouted angrily at the man and pulled away right in the arms of another man.
„Hey, baby, why so eager,“ the man whispered in his ear. „Don´t like your boyfriend anymore? Maybe I can give you what you need.“
„Hey, the Chocolate belongs to with me, go find your own sweets!“ This came from the first stranger. And there were again hands all around him.
Orlando suddenly found it hard to breathe. The men were arguing about him and even if they would let him go, he propably wouldn´t make it to the entrance. His sight blurred slightly and his head began to spin.
„I...I can´t breathe, please, let me go,“ he barely whispered, as a wave of dizziness hit him.
„Didn´t you two hear?“ another voice shouted. „He said, let him go, so piss off, the both of you!“
This was a new voice, deep, authoritative and menacing. It came from a tall, darkhaired man at least fifteen years older then Orlando, but definitely good in shape. He had a handsome face, broad shoulders, well muscled arms and dark brown eyes, which stared angrily at Orlando´s molesters.
„Hey, why do you care?“ This came from the man, which still held Orlando´s waist.
The dark stranger simply grabbed the man by his throat and hissed.
„You better be going now, or I´m not responsible for my actions anymore!“
„Ok, ok...it was just a misunderstanding...“ both men backed away immediately.
By now, Orlando was shaking visibly feeling one of his panic attacks begin. He couldn´t think clearly and his knees gave slowly away.
„Hey, little one, you alright?“ He heard a worried voice and felt a warm, big hand on his shoulder. Orlando flinched away but nearly felt on the ground as his legs were not able to carry him. Two strong arms caught him and pulled him into a secure embrace.
„I´m not going to molest you, little one,“ chuckled the stranger.
„Let´s get you out of here, you could use a place to breath.“
„Hey, now don´t pass me out here, alright?“
The man turned around from locking the main bathroom door just in time to catch Orlando from behind and prevent him from falling down as Orlando tried to get enough air to breathe.
Orlando could feel a strong, warm hand, caressing his back soothingly, making small circles. He knew, he should be scared as he was alone with a complete stranger, locked in a bathroom. But he man´s voice was full of genuine concern and his touch felt really nice.
The man turned him around and cradled his head in one of his big hands to take a closer look at his face. The other hand still drew slow, soothing circles at Orlando´s back, calming him down.
The man gently caressed his cheek and a calloused, soft thumb slowly brushed his lower lip.
„You are really a pretty little thing, you know that?“ he said thoughtfully in a soft voice.
„No wonder, those men have been after you.“
Orlando shuddered by the thought of these rough groping hands and demanding touches back in the bar.
„Still not feeling better?“ The man asked concerned, looking at Orlando´s still very pale face and trembling hand.
„No, it´s getting better, I think.“ Orlando replied shakily.
„It´s just....I have those panic attacks sometimes, you know? Like when too many people are around me,“ Orlando explained softly, leaning his head against the wall. His breathing was still ragged and he felt ready to faint, should he ever leave this bathroom again and face the men in the bar.
„I see,“ chuckled the man lightly and stepped a bit away from Orlando. Strange enough, Orlando didn´t mind his presence. The man has been really nice to him so far, saving him from the groping men and helping him to calm down.
„Uhm, thank you, for helping me,“ He said softly, not really knowing what to say.
„No problem, little one. So what did they call you in there? Chocolate?“ The man asked, looking at Orlando with a small smile.
„That´s really a proper name for you – as brown and sweet as you are,“ he said, admiring Orlando´s soft features, his olive skin and damp curls.
The stranger couldn´t resist as one of his hands traced lightly down Orlando´s chest and came to rest on his bare stomach.
The touch caused small goose bumps on Orlando´s skin. Suddenly, he felt light-headed again, but this time for another reason.
The man´s features suddenly softened and in his eyes Orlando could see an intense passion. Then the man lowered his lips onto Orlando´s in a sweet, tasting kiss.
Orlando´s still weak knees now gave completely away. He was already feeling overwhelmed from the intense attention of this masculine stranger and the kiss caught him fully unprepared.
But the man´s lips were gentle and his proximity felt unbelievably comfortable. Orlando suddenly didn´t care that he was kissing a total stranger in the bathroom of some anonymous gay bar. His hands came up around the man´s neck to pull him closer.
A tongue brushed and tasted Orlando´s lips, seeking entrance to his sweet cavern.
The stranger carefully cradled Orlando´s head with both hands and pressed their bodies together. Orlando gasped at the sudden contact and the experienced hungry tongue slipped into his mouth and began slowly, lovingly stroking Orlando´s tongue.
The man drank from his lips as if they were a precious spring of live-saving water and Orlando was slowly becoming very aroused.
The need of air became urgent so the man broke the kiss and looked desiring at Orlando´s flushed cheeks, red, swollen lips and brown orbs, that were filled with amazement.
He still softly caressed his face and neck lightly as to not scare him away.
„ Maybe your name should be HOT chocolate instead,“ he whispered and slowly dropped to his knees, eying Orlando´s now prominent erection.
He unzipped the leather pants and Orlando´s arousal sprang free. One big hand grasped the slender hips to push Orlando against the wall.
Deft, experienced fingers probingly traced the silken shaft and Orlando´s back arched from the wall away.
Orlando whimpered helplessly as he felt a hot tongue tasting the tip of his erection. The fingers slowly moved up and down his shaft and suddenly he felt the man´s mouth on his sacs.
The man couldn´t get enough of their taste, they were so velvety and sensitive and tasted like Orlando; the finest hint of bitter dark chocolate.
Orlando couldn´t stand the intensive attack on his testicles much longer. He already panted heavily and his breath came in fast, ragged gasps, along with soft moans. A sheen of sweat appeared on his brow and his hands fidgeted helplessly on the wall in attempt to find release soon.
Feeling Orlando´s excitement and restless energy, the man clasped Orlando´s hands with his and pressed them to his slender hips.
Then he ever so slowly took the slender shaft in his mouth, inch by inch, till all of the beautiful hardness was buried in unbelievably hot wetness.
He felt Orlando tremble with need and took his time in tasting him. Carefully he began sucking the aching flesh, licking and probing, till the boy´s whole lithe body wantonly trashed under his touch.
Orlando´s hands twitched in the man´s strong grasp and he softly cried out as he came, his shoulders shuddering against the wall. The man hungrily swallowed all Orlando had to give and delighted in the sweet taste of Orlando´s cum.
Only then he released the now softened flesh from his mouth and licked the soft head clean. After carefully zipping those sinful pants up, he stood up and looked at the results of his work, leaning close to the still shaking body.
Orlando´s face was flushed red, his cheeks warm, curls tousled, no signs of the earlier paleness or cold skin to see. The look in his eyes was somehow glazed from the aftershock of his release.
„You know, I really like to melt chocolate“. The man chuckled and brushed the lovely confused brow.
„It´s sweet like your lips, brown like your eyes, smooth and delicious like your skin, tempting like the whole body and hot - like you are,“ and with these last words the man unlocked the door and was gone.
Orlando stared unbelievably after him, but slowly a smile appeared on his lips.
„So Orli, how was your evening on Friday? Got lucky with the chicks in the bar?“ Dom asked innocently, mischief sparkling in his eyes.
„Yeah tell us, did you like the place? Sorry that we couldn´t make it, but Pete called an urgent meeting. But Ian swore to us, that the bar is pure heaven.“ This came from the oh-so innocent looking Elijah.
„Well, actually, yes, it was pretty cool there,“ Orlando replied, letting them hang for a while.
„Really?“ Billy´s voice was full of long supressed curiosity. „Met somebody special there?“ An evil smirk appeared on the Scott´s face. „Share the details, mate.“
„There is not that much to tell. I was only doing some research on chocolate,“ Orlando answered with a similar evil grin as he headed to his trailer. „See you guys around, then“.
„Chocolate? Hey Orli, wait, what chocolate? Ian told us it was a gay bar!“
The End
I´ve been a lurker in this community for quite a long time now and I´ve been neglecting my own livejournal pretty much too. But since I started to update it here and there, I´ve hoped that I could share some of my fics here with you.
This one is the first fic I ever wrote (and it definitely shows, so have mercy). Nothing unusual in this one, just a bit fluff, sap and a bad writing style. Feel free to comment, criticize or whatever... I would very much love to hear from anybody, thank you very much. *offers cookie*.
PS: And I´m pretty much a complete Orlando freak, so all of my crap writings will have him as a part of the main pairing. *blushes*
Title: Adventure Sweet Like Chocolate
Author: ocko_okate (ocko_okate@yahoo.com)
Beta: nitw1t
Pairing: Orlando/OMC
Rating: R
Summary: Sweet Orlando got lost in a gay bar.
Feedback: is greatly appreciated, but this is the FIRST thing I ever wrote,
so be gentle please
Warnings: sweet and romantic, cos I´m hopeless :-)
Disclaimers: I don´t know Orlando Bloom and am in no way connected to him. This is purely a work of fiction and written for fun. So please, enjoy :-)
Archive: Please ask first!
Author´s Notes: This fic is inspired by the story Knight Club, which was written by nitw1t and posted in the Yahoo Group Viggorously. She was so kind and gave me the permission to post this (and even betaed it for me, she´s just the best!! All remaining mistakes are mine!).
So you should go read her fic too, cos is definitely „inspiring“ :-)
As soon as Orlando entered the bar, it was clear to him that he became a victim of another of the hobbit´s pranks. Because this was clearly a gay bar. Firstly, there was no sign of Lija, Dom or Billy so far. Secondly, there were none of the promised ´tons of good looking girls´ of which Dom babbled about for so long, until he´d convinced Orlando to meet him and the hobbits here tonight. And thirdly, well wait, there were no girls at all, as Orlando took a closer look.
The dance floor was pretty crowded; there were some tables and a nice, cosy looking bar. And all were occupied by men – men in pairs, men in groups and some loners too.
„Fuck! Not a gay bar again!“
He remembered all to well what happened last time he was in one. But back there he was with Ian, John and Beanie and they made it pretty clear to all the unnerving men, that he was under their protection. Although, Beanie had had some propositions himself, being the good looking blonde he was.
As Orlando stood near the entrance, he could already feel some hungry looks on his body. And as usual, he was dressed to kill. The black leather pants sinfully hugged his legs and hung pretty low on his slender hips. The black top ended some inches above his navel, revealing a good view at his muscled stomach and smooth olive skin.
Orlando spotted a phone hanging on the wall near the bar and moved through the crowd to call a taxi. ´ I´m not staying in this place any second longer then necessary, ´ he thought, as he already felt some brazen gropes on his arms and curves. He made it to the phone and after hearing that the taxi would be there soon, he exhaled in relieved and leaned on the wall near the phone.
He felt so vulnerable in here; being the prey instead of the hunter. He was usually the one, who took the matters in his hands, approaching and seducing the girls. The way some men were looking at him made him unsure and he mentally cursed himself for dressing up in those pants.
Lost in thought, he suddenly felt a hand around his waist, pulling him closer to a warm body.
„Hello, Chocolate. Care for some company?“
Orlando tried to pull away, but the arm only tightened around him.
„No thanks, I´m actually already going home,“ he said nervously to the tall blonde, who stood in front of him.
„ Not a bad idea either,“ the man smiled a seductive smile. „Maybe we could get to my place instead?“ His hands started to roam Orlando´s muscled chest.
„I´m not interested, really. Gotta go now, bye...“
Orlando moved swiftly away from the man´s hands into the dancing crowd. He tried to get as far away from the stranger as possible, not realising that he had moved deeper into the crowd.
His heartbeat was pretty high and his hands began to sweat. All around him were dancing men, all crowded pretty close.
There were hands on his body again. Someone grasped his arm.
„You´re not going away, Chocolate,“ said the oily voice of the stranger from before.
„Dance with me, beautiful,“ and the man pressed his body against him.
„I said let me be, so fuck off!“ Orlando shouted angrily at the man and pulled away right in the arms of another man.
„Hey, baby, why so eager,“ the man whispered in his ear. „Don´t like your boyfriend anymore? Maybe I can give you what you need.“
„Hey, the Chocolate belongs to with me, go find your own sweets!“ This came from the first stranger. And there were again hands all around him.
Orlando suddenly found it hard to breathe. The men were arguing about him and even if they would let him go, he propably wouldn´t make it to the entrance. His sight blurred slightly and his head began to spin.
„I...I can´t breathe, please, let me go,“ he barely whispered, as a wave of dizziness hit him.
„Didn´t you two hear?“ another voice shouted. „He said, let him go, so piss off, the both of you!“
This was a new voice, deep, authoritative and menacing. It came from a tall, darkhaired man at least fifteen years older then Orlando, but definitely good in shape. He had a handsome face, broad shoulders, well muscled arms and dark brown eyes, which stared angrily at Orlando´s molesters.
„Hey, why do you care?“ This came from the man, which still held Orlando´s waist.
The dark stranger simply grabbed the man by his throat and hissed.
„You better be going now, or I´m not responsible for my actions anymore!“
„Ok, ok...it was just a misunderstanding...“ both men backed away immediately.
By now, Orlando was shaking visibly feeling one of his panic attacks begin. He couldn´t think clearly and his knees gave slowly away.
„Hey, little one, you alright?“ He heard a worried voice and felt a warm, big hand on his shoulder. Orlando flinched away but nearly felt on the ground as his legs were not able to carry him. Two strong arms caught him and pulled him into a secure embrace.
„I´m not going to molest you, little one,“ chuckled the stranger.
„Let´s get you out of here, you could use a place to breath.“
„Hey, now don´t pass me out here, alright?“
The man turned around from locking the main bathroom door just in time to catch Orlando from behind and prevent him from falling down as Orlando tried to get enough air to breathe.
Orlando could feel a strong, warm hand, caressing his back soothingly, making small circles. He knew, he should be scared as he was alone with a complete stranger, locked in a bathroom. But he man´s voice was full of genuine concern and his touch felt really nice.
The man turned him around and cradled his head in one of his big hands to take a closer look at his face. The other hand still drew slow, soothing circles at Orlando´s back, calming him down.
The man gently caressed his cheek and a calloused, soft thumb slowly brushed his lower lip.
„You are really a pretty little thing, you know that?“ he said thoughtfully in a soft voice.
„No wonder, those men have been after you.“
Orlando shuddered by the thought of these rough groping hands and demanding touches back in the bar.
„Still not feeling better?“ The man asked concerned, looking at Orlando´s still very pale face and trembling hand.
„No, it´s getting better, I think.“ Orlando replied shakily.
„It´s just....I have those panic attacks sometimes, you know? Like when too many people are around me,“ Orlando explained softly, leaning his head against the wall. His breathing was still ragged and he felt ready to faint, should he ever leave this bathroom again and face the men in the bar.
„I see,“ chuckled the man lightly and stepped a bit away from Orlando. Strange enough, Orlando didn´t mind his presence. The man has been really nice to him so far, saving him from the groping men and helping him to calm down.
„Uhm, thank you, for helping me,“ He said softly, not really knowing what to say.
„No problem, little one. So what did they call you in there? Chocolate?“ The man asked, looking at Orlando with a small smile.
„That´s really a proper name for you – as brown and sweet as you are,“ he said, admiring Orlando´s soft features, his olive skin and damp curls.
The stranger couldn´t resist as one of his hands traced lightly down Orlando´s chest and came to rest on his bare stomach.
The touch caused small goose bumps on Orlando´s skin. Suddenly, he felt light-headed again, but this time for another reason.
The man´s features suddenly softened and in his eyes Orlando could see an intense passion. Then the man lowered his lips onto Orlando´s in a sweet, tasting kiss.
Orlando´s still weak knees now gave completely away. He was already feeling overwhelmed from the intense attention of this masculine stranger and the kiss caught him fully unprepared.
But the man´s lips were gentle and his proximity felt unbelievably comfortable. Orlando suddenly didn´t care that he was kissing a total stranger in the bathroom of some anonymous gay bar. His hands came up around the man´s neck to pull him closer.
A tongue brushed and tasted Orlando´s lips, seeking entrance to his sweet cavern.
The stranger carefully cradled Orlando´s head with both hands and pressed their bodies together. Orlando gasped at the sudden contact and the experienced hungry tongue slipped into his mouth and began slowly, lovingly stroking Orlando´s tongue.
The man drank from his lips as if they were a precious spring of live-saving water and Orlando was slowly becoming very aroused.
The need of air became urgent so the man broke the kiss and looked desiring at Orlando´s flushed cheeks, red, swollen lips and brown orbs, that were filled with amazement.
He still softly caressed his face and neck lightly as to not scare him away.
„ Maybe your name should be HOT chocolate instead,“ he whispered and slowly dropped to his knees, eying Orlando´s now prominent erection.
He unzipped the leather pants and Orlando´s arousal sprang free. One big hand grasped the slender hips to push Orlando against the wall.
Deft, experienced fingers probingly traced the silken shaft and Orlando´s back arched from the wall away.
Orlando whimpered helplessly as he felt a hot tongue tasting the tip of his erection. The fingers slowly moved up and down his shaft and suddenly he felt the man´s mouth on his sacs.
The man couldn´t get enough of their taste, they were so velvety and sensitive and tasted like Orlando; the finest hint of bitter dark chocolate.
Orlando couldn´t stand the intensive attack on his testicles much longer. He already panted heavily and his breath came in fast, ragged gasps, along with soft moans. A sheen of sweat appeared on his brow and his hands fidgeted helplessly on the wall in attempt to find release soon.
Feeling Orlando´s excitement and restless energy, the man clasped Orlando´s hands with his and pressed them to his slender hips.
Then he ever so slowly took the slender shaft in his mouth, inch by inch, till all of the beautiful hardness was buried in unbelievably hot wetness.
He felt Orlando tremble with need and took his time in tasting him. Carefully he began sucking the aching flesh, licking and probing, till the boy´s whole lithe body wantonly trashed under his touch.
Orlando´s hands twitched in the man´s strong grasp and he softly cried out as he came, his shoulders shuddering against the wall. The man hungrily swallowed all Orlando had to give and delighted in the sweet taste of Orlando´s cum.
Only then he released the now softened flesh from his mouth and licked the soft head clean. After carefully zipping those sinful pants up, he stood up and looked at the results of his work, leaning close to the still shaking body.
Orlando´s face was flushed red, his cheeks warm, curls tousled, no signs of the earlier paleness or cold skin to see. The look in his eyes was somehow glazed from the aftershock of his release.
„You know, I really like to melt chocolate“. The man chuckled and brushed the lovely confused brow.
„It´s sweet like your lips, brown like your eyes, smooth and delicious like your skin, tempting like the whole body and hot - like you are,“ and with these last words the man unlocked the door and was gone.
Orlando stared unbelievably after him, but slowly a smile appeared on his lips.
„So Orli, how was your evening on Friday? Got lucky with the chicks in the bar?“ Dom asked innocently, mischief sparkling in his eyes.
„Yeah tell us, did you like the place? Sorry that we couldn´t make it, but Pete called an urgent meeting. But Ian swore to us, that the bar is pure heaven.“ This came from the oh-so innocent looking Elijah.
„Well, actually, yes, it was pretty cool there,“ Orlando replied, letting them hang for a while.
„Really?“ Billy´s voice was full of long supressed curiosity. „Met somebody special there?“ An evil smirk appeared on the Scott´s face. „Share the details, mate.“
„There is not that much to tell. I was only doing some research on chocolate,“ Orlando answered with a similar evil grin as he headed to his trailer. „See you guys around, then“.
„Chocolate? Hey Orli, wait, what chocolate? Ian told us it was a gay bar!“
The End
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Linda
sperbl@parknicollet.com
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Thanks again :-)
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Hmmm, about the quote marks, didn´t know there was something wrong with them?? :( They appear just fine in the community post. But it´s true that I don´t use an english keyboard so maybe that´s the problem. Sorry for that hope the story is still readable.
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I´m stunned to no end... I´m writing and reading stuff in english for more than two years now and I have only now realized that you´re right - the question marks in english are both up, while in my first language (and it´s not Spanish, sadly, would love to speak it) we write one down and the other up. :-)) Silly thing...