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Calescent, Orlijah
Title:Calescent
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cloudlessclimes
Rated: 14A some swearing, some hormonally charged randiness
Pairing: OB/EW, with a hint of BB/DM and VM/KU if you squint real hard
Disclaimer: This is purely a product of my diseased mind and has no bearing on reality what so ever, I own no one, I know no one.
Summary: It's that golden time between the end of classes and the crunch of exams. Precious little plot.
Notes: Same AU as Ivy League, and Cupcakes and Copulation
Forqueen_geek because way back when she asked for Dom, naked, whipped cream and Lurtz wanking (she's a freak, what can I say?) and this is what happened. Also for talesinbloom because she wanted more of this 'verse and I hope it's enough to distract her from the lack of any more Italian backpacker Orlijah hottness.
Clever quotes in the cut tags are from the song Ivy League written by my brilliant friend Rory when he was in the band Hennessey, who kinda don't exist anymore. More's the pity.
Feedback: Is a rare and wonderful thing.
"So, lemme get this straight," Elijah slurps at his orange popsicle and Orlando snorts at his side.
Orlando washes away his grin with a deep draft from his beer bottle."Ain't nothin' straight about it, matey."
Elbowing Orlando in the side, Elijah continues, "Fuck off! You know what I mean. Anyway, so, Liv has it bad for Billy. Billy digs Dom. And Dom is fucking Professor Urban?" Elijah squints up into Orlando's bemused face.
"Yup. That sounds 'bout right." He yawns before stretching a lazy arm over his head, then letting it drop across Elijah's t-shirt clad shoulder. Elijah smiles and leans into the embrace.
"So, how'd we figure it out?"
Orlando shrugs his shoulders and swipes a finger through a drop of melted popsicle that has fallen on to his bare thigh, just above the knee. "Dunno. Guess, as scary as it is to contemplate, we're the brains of the operation, yeah?" He brings his finger to his mouth and licks absently at the coloured sugar water.
Making a low noise at the back of his throat, Elijah does his best to wrench his eyes from Orlando's mouth and the pink tongue diligently swiping at a slim brown finger. "Right..." giving up, he leans forward and captures Orlando's wide bottom lip between his teeth, before licking at it with his tongue.
"Oh God! I can't look anymore!" Liv drops down onto the concrete steps and leans her forehead against Elijah's hip.
"Hey Livvie Lou! Wussup?" Orlando breaks away from the kiss and smiles down at the dark-haired girl.
Elijah opens his eyes, and slightly confused, squeezes Orlando's thigh which is encased in denim cut-offs so old they appear to be held together by holes and hope. He then sits forward, slinging his other arm around Liv's neck.
Liv snaps her tortoise shell sunglasses back over her eyes, and makes a frustrated gesture to the front lawn of the Upper Year residences. "Look at them! Would you just look at them? They're making complete idiots of themselves and they don't care who has to see it!"
Lured by the first warm days of Spring and time off between the end of term and the start of exams, the quad is crawling with students. They've dragged beaten furniture--from duct taped kitchen chairs to sagging ancient sofas--blinking out into the bright light of day. Some are lazily tossing around a frisbee underneath a stand of maple trees. Others are tossing a ball back and forth, the leather slapping and echoing. The hippie frosh girls--2 of them only recently having stopped trying to get into Orlando's pants thanks to seeing Elijah actually getting into Orlando's pants behind the dining hall at the end of year barbeque--are lounging on sofas, strumming guitars, and softly singing what sounds terrifyingly like You Are My Sunshine to Elijah's ears. Just another ordinary day in rez, really. Orlando and Elijah make simultaneous WTF faces at Liv.
Wriggling free of Elijah's loose embrace, Liv leans forward on the step. She huffs in frustration and flips the thick fall of her dark hair over one shoulder. "Them! Look!" Liv points to the far end of the green space.
"Oh," Orlando says, sounding like he really doesn't get what the fuss is about. Elijah giggles, the shaking dislodging the dripping remains of his popsicle. Without even looking, Orlando extends a wide-palmed hand and manages to snag the orange mess before it lands in Liv's hair. He pops it into his mouth and smiles. "Right. First day above fifty degrees, that means time for the "foods that come in a spray can" fight."
Hurtling headlong across the lawn, Dom and Billy are making enough noise to wake the dead, or at least the frosh currently sleeping off the after effects of last night's barbeque. Billy--clad only in a kilt and beach flip-flops, which, defying all the rules of physics and logic, remain on his clambering feet despite their speed--is screaming Celtic battle cries as he industriously coats Dom's sweat-slick chest in Reddi-Wip. Dominic, not to be outdone, is wearing one of the left over plastic-grass hula skirts and little else. Amidst bouts of incoherent screeching he's managing to blindly send spurts of Easy Cheese sailing through the air to land, via luck or skill, in Billy's ears and eyes.
"What? This is normal? They've done this before?" Liv cringes as the two amble ever closer.
Again affecting a nonchalant shrug Orlando says "Pretty much. Although the mask is new." He bites his lip to curtail the laughter bubbling up in his chest.
Dom's face is obscured--or protected, depending on your point of view--by a latex halloween mask. Elijah is not as good as Orlando at hiding his amusement, and he is now laughing outright. "What the fuck is that supposed to be, anyway?" He asks between hitching laughs.
"Um...Lurtz, I think. Ya know? From Lord of the Rings, or whatever." Orlando is doing his best to maintain his composure and Elijah is yet again awed by Orli's many talents. "Yes, the fight's a tradition, brought from home," he continues in a doesn't everyone know that? kind of voice.
"Really?" Liv asks, managing to pry her gaze away from the activities on the lawn to peer at Orlando over-top of her sunglasses.
"No." Orlando answers honestly as Elijah dissolves into a fit of giggles, resting his forehead against Orlando's bare and sweat-slick bicep.
"Bastard!" Liv hisses before turning around again. Billy and Dom have made it to the bottom of the stairs. Both are covered in slick layers of oil-based foods. Dom gives a mighty "Yawp!" before tossing his mask into the air, and doing a modified cannonball into the Mr. Turtle Pool Orlando has turned into an impromptu beer cooler. Water from the melted ice splashes up the steps and onto Liv. "Asshole!" she shrieks indignantly. Elijah and Orlando offer polite golf claps while shouting out "Nine point five!" and blathering to each other about form and technique and sticking the landing. "You're all a bunch of freaks!" Liv stands now and is swiping ineffectually at her capri pants.
Billy has picked up the Lurtz mask and put it on. Orlando finally cracks and he is gasping for breath and slapping at the concrete doorstep amidst loud, guffawing laughs. Billy trails a hand suggestively through the bright orange smears of cheese on his chest as Dom flails around in the green plastic pool. "Oh yeah baby!" Billy screams as he brings the can of whipped cream to his groin and depresses the nozzle. A stream of white dessert topping arcs through the air and lands in the grass aside the pool. He shifts the mask to the top of his head and beams at his audience.
"Oh my God I may die!" Orlando has keeled over completely and is clutching at his stomach.
Elijah stands and claps and cheers loudly as Billy and Dom stand and take their bows. Liv's cheeks are stained crimson, but Elijah can't tell if it's embarrassment or rage that's coloured them. "C'mon Liv, it's funny."
Liv crosses her arms and shakes her head slowly back and forth. "You're all insane. Certifiable."
"And that's why you love us!" Elijah replies enthusiastically. He jumps down the few steps between them and hooks his arm around her waist. "C'mon man. Relax. Have a beer." Elijah takes the beer Dom offers, wipes off the mixture of cheese and whipped cream on his board shorts, and hands it to Liv. "Sit down. Relax. They'll behave, now. Right boys?" Billy has joined Dom in the kiddie pool and they both nod solemnly.
Liv sighs and smiles tightly. But, she takes the beer and her seat on the steps.
"Hey!" Elijah looks across the quad. "That's the guy I was telling you about, Orli." Sitting down again, Elijah slips a finger into a worn belt loop on Orlando's shorts and hauls him upright. "'Member, the hobo guy who hangs out in the cafe all the time?"
Orlando scans the lawn, following Elijah's pointing finger.
"Him?" Orlando tilts his chin at a disheveled, scraggly haired man, sporting a huge Yosemite Sam mustache, and covered in what appears to be paint.
"Yeah. He freaks me out."
"Uh, Lij?" Orlando is again biting his lip, but his eyes are crinkled in mirth. "He's not a hobo."
"He's not?" Elijah continues to stare at the man skulking along the rose garden border.
"Nope," Liv offers helpfully. "That, my friend," she tilts her beer towards the topic of discussion, "Is Professor Viggo Mortensen."
"Professor?" Elijah can't hide his surprized confusion.
"Yep," Dom and Billy answer in unison.
"Professor of Modern Poetry." Liv supplies helpfully.
"And..." Orlando begins, having got himself under control, "the life partner of one Professor Karl Urban."
"Speak of the devil," Billly and Dom again say simultaneously, and not without a little bitterness. The door to the senior dining hall opens and Karl Urban steps out, slinging a familiar arm across Professor Mortensen's shoulders.
"Hell yeah," Orlando sighs and Elijah swears he hears Liv giggle. Liv never giggles.
"Oh my gawd he is so..." She begins, twirling her hair around her index finger and biting her lip. Her gaze never leaves the path the dark, turtle-neck clad man in taking along the track to the residences.
"Incredibly fucking hot?" Orlando finishes for her.
Liv sighs and leans back into the step, "Oh...yes..."
"I don't get it." Elijah shrugs and tries to quell the insecurity beating inside of him like moths to a bare light bulb.
"What don't you get?" Orlando stares at his boyfriend. "Tall? Check! Dark? Check! Athletic? Check! Fucking miles of sex appeal?"
"Oh hell yes Check!" Liv finishes, unconsciously dragging her hand slowly down the nape of her neck under her hair.
"So, uh, he's your type, huh?" Elijah has tightened his grip around Orlando's waist while he jams the fingers of his other hand into his mouth, worrying at the cuticle of his thumb wtih his teeth.
"Fuck. Totally my type," Orlando blows out a low whistle. "Don't you know it!"
"Oh," Elijah says quietly.
Orlando cocks his head and stares at Elijah, "What?"
"Um, well..." embarrassment flares to life across the planes of Elijah's cheekbones. "Then, um, what...what am I?"
Bringing his lips to trail across Elijah's heated cheeks, Orlando breaths out a growl and says, "Mine!"
"And that's better?" Elijah nuzzles at Orlando's mouth.
"Yeah." Orlando whispers fiercely. He turns in Elijah's embrace and winds his long tanned arms around Elijah's waist, sliding his hands beneath the waistband of the slighter boy's shorts and pulling him close.
"Oh. Yeah." Elijah breathes back. He winds his arms around Orlando's long neck and tilts his head up to claim Orlando's wide mouth. He nips teasing kisses to the corners of Orli's lips and beneath his nose. Frustrated, Orlando growls again and shifts until he is flat on his back in the door way, Elijah lying prone on top of him. He thrusts his tongue into the waiting warmth of Elijah's mouth, stroking and laving, claiming.
Embarrassed by their display, Liv directs her attention back across the quad. Unfortunately her scenic view is interrupted by the shenanigans going on in the Mr. Turtle Pool. Dom and Billy are tussling and fighting and licking foods in a can off of each other's flailing limbs. "Gah! That's it! I'm getting Randa and going to the Mall! There are no sex pervert crazy people there!" Liv stands, dusts off her arse and stomps angrily away from the house.
"Hmmm?" Elijah briefly pulls his mouth away, craning his neck to see what Liv is doing.
"Doesn't matter," Orlando murmurs, cupping the base of Elijah's skull and pulling him down again. The kiss is soft and deep, tongues licking and pressing against the heat of each other's mouth. Elijah can't help but hitch his hips into contact with the faded denim beneath him, forgetting where he is, not caring about anything.
But this.
Author:
cloudlessclimes Rated: 14A some swearing, some hormonally charged randiness
Pairing: OB/EW, with a hint of BB/DM and VM/KU if you squint real hard
Disclaimer: This is purely a product of my diseased mind and has no bearing on reality what so ever, I own no one, I know no one.
Summary: It's that golden time between the end of classes and the crunch of exams. Precious little plot.
Notes: Same AU as Ivy League, and Cupcakes and Copulation
For
queen_geek because way back when she asked for Dom, naked, whipped cream and Lurtz wanking (she's a freak, what can I say?) and this is what happened. Also for talesinbloom because she wanted more of this 'verse Clever quotes in the cut tags are from the song Ivy League written by my brilliant friend Rory when he was in the band Hennessey, who kinda don't exist anymore. More's the pity.
Feedback: Is a rare and wonderful thing.
"So, lemme get this straight," Elijah slurps at his orange popsicle and Orlando snorts at his side.
Orlando washes away his grin with a deep draft from his beer bottle."Ain't nothin' straight about it, matey."
Elbowing Orlando in the side, Elijah continues, "Fuck off! You know what I mean. Anyway, so, Liv has it bad for Billy. Billy digs Dom. And Dom is fucking Professor Urban?" Elijah squints up into Orlando's bemused face.
"Yup. That sounds 'bout right." He yawns before stretching a lazy arm over his head, then letting it drop across Elijah's t-shirt clad shoulder. Elijah smiles and leans into the embrace.
"So, how'd we figure it out?"
Orlando shrugs his shoulders and swipes a finger through a drop of melted popsicle that has fallen on to his bare thigh, just above the knee. "Dunno. Guess, as scary as it is to contemplate, we're the brains of the operation, yeah?" He brings his finger to his mouth and licks absently at the coloured sugar water.
Making a low noise at the back of his throat, Elijah does his best to wrench his eyes from Orlando's mouth and the pink tongue diligently swiping at a slim brown finger. "Right..." giving up, he leans forward and captures Orlando's wide bottom lip between his teeth, before licking at it with his tongue.
"Oh God! I can't look anymore!" Liv drops down onto the concrete steps and leans her forehead against Elijah's hip.
"Hey Livvie Lou! Wussup?" Orlando breaks away from the kiss and smiles down at the dark-haired girl.
Elijah opens his eyes, and slightly confused, squeezes Orlando's thigh which is encased in denim cut-offs so old they appear to be held together by holes and hope. He then sits forward, slinging his other arm around Liv's neck.
Liv snaps her tortoise shell sunglasses back over her eyes, and makes a frustrated gesture to the front lawn of the Upper Year residences. "Look at them! Would you just look at them? They're making complete idiots of themselves and they don't care who has to see it!"
Lured by the first warm days of Spring and time off between the end of term and the start of exams, the quad is crawling with students. They've dragged beaten furniture--from duct taped kitchen chairs to sagging ancient sofas--blinking out into the bright light of day. Some are lazily tossing around a frisbee underneath a stand of maple trees. Others are tossing a ball back and forth, the leather slapping and echoing. The hippie frosh girls--2 of them only recently having stopped trying to get into Orlando's pants thanks to seeing Elijah actually getting into Orlando's pants behind the dining hall at the end of year barbeque--are lounging on sofas, strumming guitars, and softly singing what sounds terrifyingly like You Are My Sunshine to Elijah's ears. Just another ordinary day in rez, really. Orlando and Elijah make simultaneous WTF faces at Liv.
Wriggling free of Elijah's loose embrace, Liv leans forward on the step. She huffs in frustration and flips the thick fall of her dark hair over one shoulder. "Them! Look!" Liv points to the far end of the green space.
"Oh," Orlando says, sounding like he really doesn't get what the fuss is about. Elijah giggles, the shaking dislodging the dripping remains of his popsicle. Without even looking, Orlando extends a wide-palmed hand and manages to snag the orange mess before it lands in Liv's hair. He pops it into his mouth and smiles. "Right. First day above fifty degrees, that means time for the "foods that come in a spray can" fight."
Hurtling headlong across the lawn, Dom and Billy are making enough noise to wake the dead, or at least the frosh currently sleeping off the after effects of last night's barbeque. Billy--clad only in a kilt and beach flip-flops, which, defying all the rules of physics and logic, remain on his clambering feet despite their speed--is screaming Celtic battle cries as he industriously coats Dom's sweat-slick chest in Reddi-Wip. Dominic, not to be outdone, is wearing one of the left over plastic-grass hula skirts and little else. Amidst bouts of incoherent screeching he's managing to blindly send spurts of Easy Cheese sailing through the air to land, via luck or skill, in Billy's ears and eyes.
"What? This is normal? They've done this before?" Liv cringes as the two amble ever closer.
Again affecting a nonchalant shrug Orlando says "Pretty much. Although the mask is new." He bites his lip to curtail the laughter bubbling up in his chest.
Dom's face is obscured--or protected, depending on your point of view--by a latex halloween mask. Elijah is not as good as Orlando at hiding his amusement, and he is now laughing outright. "What the fuck is that supposed to be, anyway?" He asks between hitching laughs.
"Um...Lurtz, I think. Ya know? From Lord of the Rings, or whatever." Orlando is doing his best to maintain his composure and Elijah is yet again awed by Orli's many talents. "Yes, the fight's a tradition, brought from home," he continues in a doesn't everyone know that? kind of voice.
"Really?" Liv asks, managing to pry her gaze away from the activities on the lawn to peer at Orlando over-top of her sunglasses.
"No." Orlando answers honestly as Elijah dissolves into a fit of giggles, resting his forehead against Orlando's bare and sweat-slick bicep.
"Bastard!" Liv hisses before turning around again. Billy and Dom have made it to the bottom of the stairs. Both are covered in slick layers of oil-based foods. Dom gives a mighty "Yawp!" before tossing his mask into the air, and doing a modified cannonball into the Mr. Turtle Pool Orlando has turned into an impromptu beer cooler. Water from the melted ice splashes up the steps and onto Liv. "Asshole!" she shrieks indignantly. Elijah and Orlando offer polite golf claps while shouting out "Nine point five!" and blathering to each other about form and technique and sticking the landing. "You're all a bunch of freaks!" Liv stands now and is swiping ineffectually at her capri pants.
Billy has picked up the Lurtz mask and put it on. Orlando finally cracks and he is gasping for breath and slapping at the concrete doorstep amidst loud, guffawing laughs. Billy trails a hand suggestively through the bright orange smears of cheese on his chest as Dom flails around in the green plastic pool. "Oh yeah baby!" Billy screams as he brings the can of whipped cream to his groin and depresses the nozzle. A stream of white dessert topping arcs through the air and lands in the grass aside the pool. He shifts the mask to the top of his head and beams at his audience.
"Oh my God I may die!" Orlando has keeled over completely and is clutching at his stomach.
Elijah stands and claps and cheers loudly as Billy and Dom stand and take their bows. Liv's cheeks are stained crimson, but Elijah can't tell if it's embarrassment or rage that's coloured them. "C'mon Liv, it's funny."
Liv crosses her arms and shakes her head slowly back and forth. "You're all insane. Certifiable."
"And that's why you love us!" Elijah replies enthusiastically. He jumps down the few steps between them and hooks his arm around her waist. "C'mon man. Relax. Have a beer." Elijah takes the beer Dom offers, wipes off the mixture of cheese and whipped cream on his board shorts, and hands it to Liv. "Sit down. Relax. They'll behave, now. Right boys?" Billy has joined Dom in the kiddie pool and they both nod solemnly.
Liv sighs and smiles tightly. But, she takes the beer and her seat on the steps.
"Hey!" Elijah looks across the quad. "That's the guy I was telling you about, Orli." Sitting down again, Elijah slips a finger into a worn belt loop on Orlando's shorts and hauls him upright. "'Member, the hobo guy who hangs out in the cafe all the time?"
Orlando scans the lawn, following Elijah's pointing finger.
"Him?" Orlando tilts his chin at a disheveled, scraggly haired man, sporting a huge Yosemite Sam mustache, and covered in what appears to be paint.
"Yeah. He freaks me out."
"Uh, Lij?" Orlando is again biting his lip, but his eyes are crinkled in mirth. "He's not a hobo."
"He's not?" Elijah continues to stare at the man skulking along the rose garden border.
"Nope," Liv offers helpfully. "That, my friend," she tilts her beer towards the topic of discussion, "Is Professor Viggo Mortensen."
"Professor?" Elijah can't hide his surprized confusion.
"Yep," Dom and Billy answer in unison.
"Professor of Modern Poetry." Liv supplies helpfully.
"And..." Orlando begins, having got himself under control, "the life partner of one Professor Karl Urban."
"Speak of the devil," Billly and Dom again say simultaneously, and not without a little bitterness. The door to the senior dining hall opens and Karl Urban steps out, slinging a familiar arm across Professor Mortensen's shoulders.
"Hell yeah," Orlando sighs and Elijah swears he hears Liv giggle. Liv never giggles.
"Oh my gawd he is so..." She begins, twirling her hair around her index finger and biting her lip. Her gaze never leaves the path the dark, turtle-neck clad man in taking along the track to the residences.
"Incredibly fucking hot?" Orlando finishes for her.
Liv sighs and leans back into the step, "Oh...yes..."
"I don't get it." Elijah shrugs and tries to quell the insecurity beating inside of him like moths to a bare light bulb.
"What don't you get?" Orlando stares at his boyfriend. "Tall? Check! Dark? Check! Athletic? Check! Fucking miles of sex appeal?"
"Oh hell yes Check!" Liv finishes, unconsciously dragging her hand slowly down the nape of her neck under her hair.
"So, uh, he's your type, huh?" Elijah has tightened his grip around Orlando's waist while he jams the fingers of his other hand into his mouth, worrying at the cuticle of his thumb wtih his teeth.
"Fuck. Totally my type," Orlando blows out a low whistle. "Don't you know it!"
"Oh," Elijah says quietly.
Orlando cocks his head and stares at Elijah, "What?"
"Um, well..." embarrassment flares to life across the planes of Elijah's cheekbones. "Then, um, what...what am I?"
Bringing his lips to trail across Elijah's heated cheeks, Orlando breaths out a growl and says, "Mine!"
"And that's better?" Elijah nuzzles at Orlando's mouth.
"Yeah." Orlando whispers fiercely. He turns in Elijah's embrace and winds his long tanned arms around Elijah's waist, sliding his hands beneath the waistband of the slighter boy's shorts and pulling him close.
"Oh. Yeah." Elijah breathes back. He winds his arms around Orlando's long neck and tilts his head up to claim Orlando's wide mouth. He nips teasing kisses to the corners of Orli's lips and beneath his nose. Frustrated, Orlando growls again and shifts until he is flat on his back in the door way, Elijah lying prone on top of him. He thrusts his tongue into the waiting warmth of Elijah's mouth, stroking and laving, claiming.
Embarrassed by their display, Liv directs her attention back across the quad. Unfortunately her scenic view is interrupted by the shenanigans going on in the Mr. Turtle Pool. Dom and Billy are tussling and fighting and licking foods in a can off of each other's flailing limbs. "Gah! That's it! I'm getting Randa and going to the Mall! There are no sex pervert crazy people there!" Liv stands, dusts off her arse and stomps angrily away from the house.
"Hmmm?" Elijah briefly pulls his mouth away, craning his neck to see what Liv is doing.
"Doesn't matter," Orlando murmurs, cupping the base of Elijah's skull and pulling him down again. The kiss is soft and deep, tongues licking and pressing against the heat of each other's mouth. Elijah can't help but hitch his hips into contact with the faded denim beneath him, forgetting where he is, not caring about anything.
But this.
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Thanks again for being so sweet!
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and Poor Liv!! hehe!
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Like how I got good ol' Karl in there? hee.
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OMG I was giggling like a school girl during that sentence! The rest of the story is cute though! I like how everyone is portrayed. Made me go "Aww.." after reading it. ^^ Well done.
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" "Fuck. Totally my type," Orlando blows out a low whistle. "Don't you know it!"
"Oh," Elijah says quietly.
Orlando cocks his head and stares at Elijah, "What?"
"Um, well..." embarrassment flares to life across the planes of Elijah's cheekbones. "Then, um, what...what am I?"
Bringing his lips to trail across Elijah's heated cheeks, Orlando breaths out a growl and says, "Mine!" "
Here endeth the loving - but only cos I have to go to lunch. Loving will continue shortly ;)