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This is my first story- please be kind! (I hope the cut thingy works. If not, sorry!)
Games and Lies
Chapter One
Title:- Games and Lies
Chapter:- One
Author::- Valiantfan
Pairing:- Elijah/Orli
Rating:- NC17
Warnings:- Some mild violence and bondage.
Disclaimer:- Total fiction
Summary:- A first time/filming story with misconceptions/misunderstandings.
Orlando was definitely watching him. Not just looking, as in looking at everyone around the table to check they were still there, or as in looking at whoever was speaking, or as in just looking around to think ‘What a great bunch of mates I’ve got here ‘ but really watching. It was four months or so since they’d met and Elijah was quite sure that this was something new.
Suddenly he was concerned with how he looked. He patted at his hair and smoothed down his t-shirt, and noticed the salted chip crumbs on his jeans and brushed them away. Then he realised where his hands were and pulled them away quickly because he didn’t want to draw attention to the effect Orli’s watching was having on him.
Or perhaps he did want to draw attention – let Orli know that – that what? -that he liked being watched? That he’d adored this beautiful man since the first moment he set eyes on him?
His hands had now frozen in mid-air. He forced them to relax around his drink and giggled at how stupid he was being. The giggle was louder than he’d intended but, fortunately, it coincided with Dom doing something odd with peanuts.
“You just wait, Lijah,” promised Dom, sticking out his tongue in concentration. “This is a great trick.”
Elijah tried to pay attention. The ‘trick’ seemed to involve a peanut being placed on a beer-mat and flicked…..
“Yer daft Jessie!” yelled Billy, as the peanut splashed into his beer.
As everyone hastily covered their drinks, Viggo sighed heavily and said for the third time that he was about to go. Amid the general chorus of ‘Nah, not yet mate’, and ‘One more drink, eh?’, Elijah looked across at Orli and beamed him his best smile. It was the one where he kept his head down a little, so that he could look upwards through his long lashes, and it had worked really well in the past. Sometimes too well, but he wasn’t going to think of that now.
It seemed to have quite the wrong effect. Orli’s face creased into a frown; he turned away and whispered something fiercely into Viggo’s ear. Viggo looked over at Elijah and nodded a couple of times.
It was an assessing look, without a smile to accompany it, and Elijah was strangely embarrassed by it. He turned to his drink, drank too much, too quickly. Some of it went down the wrong way, leading to a coughing fit.
“Steady on there, little hobbit!” laughed Dom and patted him vigorously on the back, peanut game now abandoned.
“Whose round is it?” asked Billy, having decided his beer was not improved by the taste of salted peanut. It was generally agreed that it was his, and so he stood up and took orders.
Viggo finally decided to leave, and did so immediately, giving no time for more arguments.
“Going for a piss,” muttered Orli and left in the same direction as Viggo.
Elijah finished off his drink, and shrugged to dissuade Dom from rubbing his back any further.
“Thanks. I’m ok now,” he muttered.
Dom took his hand away abruptly and turned his attention to filling the ashtray with loose peanuts.
Elijah was confused. Was he supposed to follow Orli? Was it a signal? He wished he knew more about these things, but his experience with girls had been slight and his experience with men, well, he preferred not to think about that.
Oh, what the fuck, he thought, it couldn’t do any harm, could it?
He pushed back his chair, said “See ya in a minute” to Dom, and followed Orli.
As he rounded a corner in the corridor he spotted Orli and Viggo, deep in conversation. Something made him stay where he was and watch. Viggo was clearly trying to convince Orlando about some matter, but after a few moments he shrugged his shoulders and walked away, his hand in the air as a gesture of farewell.
Orli turned and entered the washroom.
Elijah took a deep breath, walked down the corridor, and followed him inside.
Orli was standing at the urinal and turned his head at the sound of the opening door.
“Fucking hell, Lij,” he drawled. “You are so predictable.”
“W…what? What do you mean?”
“You surely aren’t going to say you didn’t follow me here?”
“Well….” Elijah was confused. Had he got it wrong? “I….I just came to take a leak, man. Why else would I come here?”
“I see.” Orli moved over to wash his hands. “So, don’t let me stop you.”
“Right.” This was a definite problem. He didn’t really need to piss and with Orli watching he was harder than was comfortable.
“Not having much success, are you? I didn’t know you were a liar, too.”
“Don’t know what you mean, Orli.” He gave up the pretence and zipped himself up.
“Move over and let me wash up” He could feel the heat climbing up his neck as he pushed past.
“Have it your way,” shrugged Orli, turning to go. “In that case, you won’t be wanting me to come back to your place, will you?”
“ What?.. no..er, oh, well…that is… if…if you want to?”
“Really?” Orli paused. “Don’t know if I do.” He raised his eyebrows at the look on Elijah’s face.
“You….fucker!” spluttered Elijah, thoroughly confused now.
“Well…if that’s what you want, maybe I will. But I’ll need some of these, then, won’t I?”
He turned to the condom machine and started putting money in.
The implications of this left Elijah momentarily speechless. He felt that he shouldn’t let himself be treated like this, but maybe it was normal to be so casual, maybe he was over-reacting?
“OK then.” Orlando opened the door. “I’ll tell Dom and Billy we’re going and you go get a taxi.”
In a daze, and still confused, Elijah did as he was told.
When they arrived at the house Orlando paid off the taxi while Elijah opened the door. His hands were shaking a little as he turned the key. On the ride back they had sat apart, untouching, as if they were strangers. At one point he had put his hand hesitantly on Orli’s knee, but a muttered “Later!” had made him snatch it away. It was weird, as if their easy friendship has suddenly gone. He knew he really fancied Orli - he did want this, he was certain he did, but he was scared, all the same. It just felt wrong - and there was something Orli ought to know.
“You want coffee?” he asked, wanting to calm himself down. I must tell him soon, he thought.
“If you like.” Orli started walking around the house, room by room, as if he was looking for something. He seemed to find what he wanted in the bathroom and came straight into the kitchen.
“Sorry, Lij, but I’m going now.”
“You’re going? But you just arrived. I thought…”
“Yeah, but I changed my mind. Viggo was right.”
“What has Viggo got to do with anything? Why do you…?
“I’m sorry. You’re just too much of a slut for me, that’s all.”
“I’m what! What the fuck are you…..?” His throat was so tight he could hardly speak. This was ridiculous! “I’m not a slut…..I’m not!..I’m…”
“Then why are there two razors in the bathroom? Who left one behind?” Orli spun away towards the door.
“But that was just…..” Oh but wait, wait a minute, he thought. Maybe this is some kind of game? Is this what Orli wants me to be? Some fantasy play sort of thing? I can run with that, can’t I?
“Don’t go, Orlando!” His friend was already at the front door, but was easily halted.
Elijah sauntered towards him. “Hey, man, I know I’ve been a bad boy.” He lounged against the wall, trying for the tarty look. “But maybe I’ve just not found the right person, you know?”
Orlando gave an impatient sigh, but he was still listening.
“I’m sure I could be good, if somebody showed me how.” Elijah was getting into the role now and beginning to enjoy it. “Would you do that, Orli?” he purred. “Would you?” He pushed off the wall, leaning in to Orlando. “Teach me, Orli?”
“Ok,” whispered Orli, and beckoned him closer.
Elijah allowed himself a little smile of satisfaction, which vanished as Orlando grabbed him and pushed him backwards, cracking his head against the wall.
“You….what are you doing! That hurt, Orli! I don’t think I want to play this ga…..”, stuttered Elijah, but his words were stopped as Orli covered his mouth with a fierce kiss.
For a second Elijah tried to resist, - his head hurt, dammit! - but the urgent press of Orli’s tongue on his lips forced him to think again. He relaxed and opened his mouth, welcoming the intrusion and kissing back just as hard. It felt so good to have Orli’s body up against him, to feel the grip of his thighs and the hardness that was pressed against his groin.
Abruptly Orlando pulled away. “Shower,” he said, pulling Elijah to his feet.
“Oh…but.” I was enjoying that! he thought, but bit back any comment at the idea of
showers, – no clothes- slippery soap!
Orlando pushed him into the bathroom. “Strip!” he ordered, and began to do the same himself.
As he pulled off his last garment Elijah felt horribly exposed. His erection was on full view and he blushed to think of how eager he must look. He looked at Orli and his mouth dropped open at the sight of Orli’s hard, red cock rising up out of a cluster of dark curls. He found himself licking his lips as he stared.
“Want a taste?” said Orli.
“What? Oh, yes…. please!”
“Well, you’ll have to earn it.” He stepped into the shower cubicle and gestured to Elijah to follow.
Fuck! This is stupid! thought Elijah, but tried to play along. “How do you want me, then?” he murmured, reaching up to trace a line down Orli’s chest.
His hand was knocked away. “Stop that! And turn around.”
Elijah did as he was told, feeling more and more resentful and wishing they would stop this silly game. A few seconds later, covered in soapsuds, he changed his mind. Orli’s hand s were rubbing foam over him, over his back, down his legs, reaching round to cover his chest and – for a few glorious seconds -, lathering around his shaft, under his balls, and running up over the crease of his backside.
“More,” he moaned, but it seemed that his friend was not listening. He had to bite his lip not to protest as Orli put shampoo on his hair and then climbed out of the shower.
“Rinse off,” he was told, as soap ran down over his face. He scrunched up his eyes to keep the suds out and sensed, rather than saw, a hand reach in and move the temperature dial. Next minute he was yelling as icy cold water washed over him. It took a couple of seconds to find the switch and turn it off and by that time he was shaking.
“What the fuck was that for? You bastard, I’ll….” But as he stepped angrily out of the shower he was wrapped tightly in a big towel and held firmly.
“Sh…..” murmured Orli. “It’s alright. I’ve got you.” He held on determinedly until Elijah stopped struggling and then proceeded to pat him dry, the pats turning to strokes until he was using his whole body to surround Elijah and towel him dry.
“I should be mad at you,” whispered Elijah. “I am mad at you, but this is nice.” He raised his face for a kiss, but no kiss came. He wanted desperately to touch Orli, but his arms were pinned to his sides, and so he tried to go with the flow and relax. His eyes closed…..
“There, you go,” said Orli, letting him go. “Now, while I dry myself I want you to go and lie on the bed, on your front, and close your eyes. Ok?”
Elijah missed the warmth of Orli’s body but he nodded happily and trotted off. He lay down on the bed, his head resting on his hands. Suddenly he tensed in concern. I haven’t told Orli yet, he thought. I should have told him before now, but, well…. there wasn’t much chance, was there? Not when I was supposed to be a slut. He smiled. Maybe this game was working out.
He heard Orli come into the room and start rummaging about in the drawers.
“Keep your eyes closed,” he ordered, as Elijah started to lift his head. “Just getting what I need.”
“Hurry then,” giggled Elijah. He wriggled on the bed, trying to ease some of the pressure between his legs.”
Suddenly, his hands were jerked up and encircled by a noose made from his own ties. It was pulled tight and the end was knotted to the headboard of the bed.
“Oh no!” he protested. “No Orli, no! I don’t want this. I want to touch you! Let me go!” The more he pulled the tighter the noose became. He started to panic. This brought back bad memories, really bad memories.
“Please, Orli! Untie me! I don’t like this!”
“Just relax, man,” murmured Orli, climbing onto the bed beside him and stroking his back.
“Please, Orli! I mean it! I’ll do whatever you want, just not this!”
The panic was rising and he started to sob.
“I want you to behave, Lijah. “You have to learn to be good.”
“I will, I promise, I’ll be good! Orli!” The tears were flowing freely now.
Orlando turned him over. “Hey, mate! You’re really crying!”
Hastily he undid the ties and lay down next to Elijah, pulling him into his arms.
“I thought you were just pretending. I thought it was part of this game of yours.” He reached for a discarded towel to wipe the tear-soaked face. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. Here, blow your nose.”
Elijah managed to stop sobbing. The tears were harder to control, and Orlando leaned in and started to kiss them away.
Elijah shuddered as gentle lips moved over his eyes and a soft tongue licked away the tears.
“I….I just don’t understand. What do you mean, my game.”
“Shh now.” Orli’s mouth moved to his lips, his tongue pressing for entrance.
Elijah tried to resist. He was aggrieved and angry but the pain and upset seemed to have heightened all his senses. After a few moments he opened his mouth and let Orli take possession, and before long he was kissing him back just as fiercely.
Oh this was so incredible! He’d never been kissed like this. It was almost as if he’d never really been kissed before.
“Orli he gasped, as they broke apart to catch a breath. “I’ve got to tell you……oh, that’s good.” Orlando had kissed his way down to his right nipple and was sucking it, making his whole body tingle.
“Mmm…it is, isn’t it? You taste really great, Lijah.” He licked circles across Elijah’s chest. “Let’s try the other one, then, shall we? See if it’s just as good.”
“Oh, yeah….that’s…. wow!” Orli was now kissing his way towards his navel and it was getting hard to breathe. If Elijah let him go any further it was doubtful if he would be able to speak at all.
While his tongue was turning Elijah to jelly, his hands were stroking along his thighs, caressing the globes of his backside, sliding into the crease. Elijah squirmed with pleasure. He’d never imagined anything could feel this exciting.
“Orli, stop! I have to tell you someth… Ohh….!” A hot mouth had encased his shaft and talking had become out of the question.
“What was that?” murmured Orli, in between licking and sucking at the velvety skin in front of him. “You close, or something?” He licked his way back up to Elijah’s mouth and nibbled at the soft lower lip. “You want to suck me, instead?”
“No! Well, yes, yes I do.” Elijah struggled to get his brain back into gear. “But look, I need to know, are you… are you going to fuck me?”
“Impatient, aren’t we?” laughed Orli. “Well, that was the intention, of course, but there’s no hurry, man.”
“It’s not that. I’ve just…you need to know. I… I haven’t done it before.”
“You taking the piss?” A frown appeared on Orlando’s perfectly balanced features.
“No. Why should I do that?”
“So you’re saying you’ve never had sex before, right?”
“No, course not! Just not with a man. Well, not that part, anyway.”
For a moment the frown deepened, and then was smoothed away.
“Ok, whatever you say. I promise I’ll be careful.”
“Right. Thanks.” Why was I so worried? he thought, and felt much more relaxed. “Your turn,” he grinned, pushing Orli back on the bed and positioning himself between his legs. Oh, so beautiful, he thought. Long and dark and so very hard.
Orlando lay back and sighed.
“You’ve certainly done this before,” he muttered, as Elijah’s clever tongue licked and nipped and sucked at his cock until he was forced to call a halt.
“No more!” he said, sitting up and gently pushing Elijah away. “Wanna fuck you, Lij, and if you carry on like this there’s no chance.” He rolled him over, carefully avoiding the dark red bruises the belt had made. “Get on your hands and knees for me, will ya?”
Elijah knelt up, opening his legs as wide as he could and trying not to tense up. He heard the sound of Orli tearing open the condom packet and rolling it on.
“You got any lube, Lij?”
“No. Why would I?”
“Now why does that not surprise me? Never mind, we can make do with this Vaseline I found in the bathroom.” He leaned over Elijah and kissed the soft skin on the back of his neck. “Ready, sweetheart?”
Elijah nodded and then sucked in a breath as he felt a finger pressing against his opening. He forced himself to relax and let the finger slide inside him. It was the weirdest feeling and he forced down an urge to tighten. Orlando moved the finger in and out and on the third stroke he rubbed against the nub of Elijah’s prostate. “Oh, yeah!” moaned Elijah, “That’s so good!”
“Ok? This is a little more.” Orli added another finger, continuing to kiss and lick at Elijah’s neck. “And now one more.” But this time when he removed his fingers it was his well-lubricated cock that he pushed into Elijah’s entrance.
“Oh! Oh!” Elijah began to panic.
“S’okay,” murmured Orli. “Relax, relax and…. There!” One determined push and Orlando was right inside.
“Oh fuck! It hurts, Orli!”
“You want me to stop?”
“I…..no, don’t stop! It’s…..touch me!”
“Good,” grunted Orli. “cos I don’t think I could stop now.”
He reached around Elijah’s tense, hot body and took hold of the rigid shaft with already slick fingers. As he stroked up and down he pulled out and pushed in again.
“You’re so tight, I could almost believe…” Whatever he was trying to say was lost in the yelps that Elijah was making. He quickened his pace and Elijah felt as if he were breaking apart.
“Faster!” he gasped, covering Orli’s hand with his own and urging him on until the orgasm spurted out of him and he collapsed with a yell onto the bed. One more thrust and a long drawn-out groan and Orli folded on top of him.
Breathing heavily he pulled slowly out, removed the condom and found the towel to clean them both up.
“Great stuff, Lijah,” he sighed, and collapsed on his back, pulling his lover on top of him.
It was a moment before Elijah could speak and then he felt words tumbling out of him.
“That was fantastic!” He buried into Orli, rubbing his face onto the other man’s chest. “I admit, I was worried at the start, and I definitely don’t want to be tied up again, but it was worth it in the end! I mean it hurt and all that, but it was still so good and… and Orli… I… I think….I think I love you .” There was no answer, and when he raised he head he saw that Orlando was fast asleep. He smiled ruefully and laid his head back down, and soon was fast asleep himself.
He awoke with the sun was streaming in, and when he reached out for his friend he found an empty space.
“Orli!” He stretched and crawled out of bed. “Where are you, man?” He stumbled down to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
“Orli? You comin’ back to bed? Then again, maybe not, man,” he giggled. “Think m’still a bit sore. What you want to do today? We could drive up the coast somewhere, get some lunch, walk on the beach? Or we could go into Wellington, get breakfast at Fidel’s, look around some record shops, maybe get some DVD’s and bring them back here, that sort of thing, you know? Or we could hang out with the other guys if you wanted, go surfing or something? Orli?”
He rapped on the door again and it swung open to reveal an empty room.
“Orli? Where are you?”
Then he realised he could smell coffee.
“Oh great!” he smiled and went down to the kitchen.
“Great! You made coffee, man…oh!”
But this room was as empty as the rest of the place. He touched the cooling coffee pot and his smile faded. A glance out onto the deck revealed that the outside was as quiet as the inside.
“Orli?” he yelled. “Where the fuck are you?”
From the corner of his eye he caught sight of a slip of white paper on the table.
He picked up the scribbled note and read
- “Elijah, thanks for a great night! Maybe we’ll do it again some time! See you around, Orli”.
It felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach.
“But, what does this…I thought we…Was…was that it then?”
He dropped into a chair, his face collapsed in misery.
“Oh Elijah Wood!” he cried. “What a fucking stupid fool you are!”
TBC
Games and Lies
Chapter One
Title:- Games and Lies
Chapter:- One
Author::- Valiantfan
Pairing:- Elijah/Orli
Rating:- NC17
Warnings:- Some mild violence and bondage.
Disclaimer:- Total fiction
Summary:- A first time/filming story with misconceptions/misunderstandings.
Orlando was definitely watching him. Not just looking, as in looking at everyone around the table to check they were still there, or as in looking at whoever was speaking, or as in just looking around to think ‘What a great bunch of mates I’ve got here ‘ but really watching. It was four months or so since they’d met and Elijah was quite sure that this was something new.
Suddenly he was concerned with how he looked. He patted at his hair and smoothed down his t-shirt, and noticed the salted chip crumbs on his jeans and brushed them away. Then he realised where his hands were and pulled them away quickly because he didn’t want to draw attention to the effect Orli’s watching was having on him.
Or perhaps he did want to draw attention – let Orli know that – that what? -that he liked being watched? That he’d adored this beautiful man since the first moment he set eyes on him?
His hands had now frozen in mid-air. He forced them to relax around his drink and giggled at how stupid he was being. The giggle was louder than he’d intended but, fortunately, it coincided with Dom doing something odd with peanuts.
“You just wait, Lijah,” promised Dom, sticking out his tongue in concentration. “This is a great trick.”
Elijah tried to pay attention. The ‘trick’ seemed to involve a peanut being placed on a beer-mat and flicked…..
“Yer daft Jessie!” yelled Billy, as the peanut splashed into his beer.
As everyone hastily covered their drinks, Viggo sighed heavily and said for the third time that he was about to go. Amid the general chorus of ‘Nah, not yet mate’, and ‘One more drink, eh?’, Elijah looked across at Orli and beamed him his best smile. It was the one where he kept his head down a little, so that he could look upwards through his long lashes, and it had worked really well in the past. Sometimes too well, but he wasn’t going to think of that now.
It seemed to have quite the wrong effect. Orli’s face creased into a frown; he turned away and whispered something fiercely into Viggo’s ear. Viggo looked over at Elijah and nodded a couple of times.
It was an assessing look, without a smile to accompany it, and Elijah was strangely embarrassed by it. He turned to his drink, drank too much, too quickly. Some of it went down the wrong way, leading to a coughing fit.
“Steady on there, little hobbit!” laughed Dom and patted him vigorously on the back, peanut game now abandoned.
“Whose round is it?” asked Billy, having decided his beer was not improved by the taste of salted peanut. It was generally agreed that it was his, and so he stood up and took orders.
Viggo finally decided to leave, and did so immediately, giving no time for more arguments.
“Going for a piss,” muttered Orli and left in the same direction as Viggo.
Elijah finished off his drink, and shrugged to dissuade Dom from rubbing his back any further.
“Thanks. I’m ok now,” he muttered.
Dom took his hand away abruptly and turned his attention to filling the ashtray with loose peanuts.
Elijah was confused. Was he supposed to follow Orli? Was it a signal? He wished he knew more about these things, but his experience with girls had been slight and his experience with men, well, he preferred not to think about that.
Oh, what the fuck, he thought, it couldn’t do any harm, could it?
He pushed back his chair, said “See ya in a minute” to Dom, and followed Orli.
As he rounded a corner in the corridor he spotted Orli and Viggo, deep in conversation. Something made him stay where he was and watch. Viggo was clearly trying to convince Orlando about some matter, but after a few moments he shrugged his shoulders and walked away, his hand in the air as a gesture of farewell.
Orli turned and entered the washroom.
Elijah took a deep breath, walked down the corridor, and followed him inside.
Orli was standing at the urinal and turned his head at the sound of the opening door.
“Fucking hell, Lij,” he drawled. “You are so predictable.”
“W…what? What do you mean?”
“You surely aren’t going to say you didn’t follow me here?”
“Well….” Elijah was confused. Had he got it wrong? “I….I just came to take a leak, man. Why else would I come here?”
“I see.” Orli moved over to wash his hands. “So, don’t let me stop you.”
“Right.” This was a definite problem. He didn’t really need to piss and with Orli watching he was harder than was comfortable.
“Not having much success, are you? I didn’t know you were a liar, too.”
“Don’t know what you mean, Orli.” He gave up the pretence and zipped himself up.
“Move over and let me wash up” He could feel the heat climbing up his neck as he pushed past.
“Have it your way,” shrugged Orli, turning to go. “In that case, you won’t be wanting me to come back to your place, will you?”
“ What?.. no..er, oh, well…that is… if…if you want to?”
“Really?” Orli paused. “Don’t know if I do.” He raised his eyebrows at the look on Elijah’s face.
“You….fucker!” spluttered Elijah, thoroughly confused now.
“Well…if that’s what you want, maybe I will. But I’ll need some of these, then, won’t I?”
He turned to the condom machine and started putting money in.
The implications of this left Elijah momentarily speechless. He felt that he shouldn’t let himself be treated like this, but maybe it was normal to be so casual, maybe he was over-reacting?
“OK then.” Orlando opened the door. “I’ll tell Dom and Billy we’re going and you go get a taxi.”
In a daze, and still confused, Elijah did as he was told.
When they arrived at the house Orlando paid off the taxi while Elijah opened the door. His hands were shaking a little as he turned the key. On the ride back they had sat apart, untouching, as if they were strangers. At one point he had put his hand hesitantly on Orli’s knee, but a muttered “Later!” had made him snatch it away. It was weird, as if their easy friendship has suddenly gone. He knew he really fancied Orli - he did want this, he was certain he did, but he was scared, all the same. It just felt wrong - and there was something Orli ought to know.
“You want coffee?” he asked, wanting to calm himself down. I must tell him soon, he thought.
“If you like.” Orli started walking around the house, room by room, as if he was looking for something. He seemed to find what he wanted in the bathroom and came straight into the kitchen.
“Sorry, Lij, but I’m going now.”
“You’re going? But you just arrived. I thought…”
“Yeah, but I changed my mind. Viggo was right.”
“What has Viggo got to do with anything? Why do you…?
“I’m sorry. You’re just too much of a slut for me, that’s all.”
“I’m what! What the fuck are you…..?” His throat was so tight he could hardly speak. This was ridiculous! “I’m not a slut…..I’m not!..I’m…”
“Then why are there two razors in the bathroom? Who left one behind?” Orli spun away towards the door.
“But that was just…..” Oh but wait, wait a minute, he thought. Maybe this is some kind of game? Is this what Orli wants me to be? Some fantasy play sort of thing? I can run with that, can’t I?
“Don’t go, Orlando!” His friend was already at the front door, but was easily halted.
Elijah sauntered towards him. “Hey, man, I know I’ve been a bad boy.” He lounged against the wall, trying for the tarty look. “But maybe I’ve just not found the right person, you know?”
Orlando gave an impatient sigh, but he was still listening.
“I’m sure I could be good, if somebody showed me how.” Elijah was getting into the role now and beginning to enjoy it. “Would you do that, Orli?” he purred. “Would you?” He pushed off the wall, leaning in to Orlando. “Teach me, Orli?”
“Ok,” whispered Orli, and beckoned him closer.
Elijah allowed himself a little smile of satisfaction, which vanished as Orlando grabbed him and pushed him backwards, cracking his head against the wall.
“You….what are you doing! That hurt, Orli! I don’t think I want to play this ga…..”, stuttered Elijah, but his words were stopped as Orli covered his mouth with a fierce kiss.
For a second Elijah tried to resist, - his head hurt, dammit! - but the urgent press of Orli’s tongue on his lips forced him to think again. He relaxed and opened his mouth, welcoming the intrusion and kissing back just as hard. It felt so good to have Orli’s body up against him, to feel the grip of his thighs and the hardness that was pressed against his groin.
Abruptly Orlando pulled away. “Shower,” he said, pulling Elijah to his feet.
“Oh…but.” I was enjoying that! he thought, but bit back any comment at the idea of
showers, – no clothes- slippery soap!
Orlando pushed him into the bathroom. “Strip!” he ordered, and began to do the same himself.
As he pulled off his last garment Elijah felt horribly exposed. His erection was on full view and he blushed to think of how eager he must look. He looked at Orli and his mouth dropped open at the sight of Orli’s hard, red cock rising up out of a cluster of dark curls. He found himself licking his lips as he stared.
“Want a taste?” said Orli.
“What? Oh, yes…. please!”
“Well, you’ll have to earn it.” He stepped into the shower cubicle and gestured to Elijah to follow.
Fuck! This is stupid! thought Elijah, but tried to play along. “How do you want me, then?” he murmured, reaching up to trace a line down Orli’s chest.
His hand was knocked away. “Stop that! And turn around.”
Elijah did as he was told, feeling more and more resentful and wishing they would stop this silly game. A few seconds later, covered in soapsuds, he changed his mind. Orli’s hand s were rubbing foam over him, over his back, down his legs, reaching round to cover his chest and – for a few glorious seconds -, lathering around his shaft, under his balls, and running up over the crease of his backside.
“More,” he moaned, but it seemed that his friend was not listening. He had to bite his lip not to protest as Orli put shampoo on his hair and then climbed out of the shower.
“Rinse off,” he was told, as soap ran down over his face. He scrunched up his eyes to keep the suds out and sensed, rather than saw, a hand reach in and move the temperature dial. Next minute he was yelling as icy cold water washed over him. It took a couple of seconds to find the switch and turn it off and by that time he was shaking.
“What the fuck was that for? You bastard, I’ll….” But as he stepped angrily out of the shower he was wrapped tightly in a big towel and held firmly.
“Sh…..” murmured Orli. “It’s alright. I’ve got you.” He held on determinedly until Elijah stopped struggling and then proceeded to pat him dry, the pats turning to strokes until he was using his whole body to surround Elijah and towel him dry.
“I should be mad at you,” whispered Elijah. “I am mad at you, but this is nice.” He raised his face for a kiss, but no kiss came. He wanted desperately to touch Orli, but his arms were pinned to his sides, and so he tried to go with the flow and relax. His eyes closed…..
“There, you go,” said Orli, letting him go. “Now, while I dry myself I want you to go and lie on the bed, on your front, and close your eyes. Ok?”
Elijah missed the warmth of Orli’s body but he nodded happily and trotted off. He lay down on the bed, his head resting on his hands. Suddenly he tensed in concern. I haven’t told Orli yet, he thought. I should have told him before now, but, well…. there wasn’t much chance, was there? Not when I was supposed to be a slut. He smiled. Maybe this game was working out.
He heard Orli come into the room and start rummaging about in the drawers.
“Keep your eyes closed,” he ordered, as Elijah started to lift his head. “Just getting what I need.”
“Hurry then,” giggled Elijah. He wriggled on the bed, trying to ease some of the pressure between his legs.”
Suddenly, his hands were jerked up and encircled by a noose made from his own ties. It was pulled tight and the end was knotted to the headboard of the bed.
“Oh no!” he protested. “No Orli, no! I don’t want this. I want to touch you! Let me go!” The more he pulled the tighter the noose became. He started to panic. This brought back bad memories, really bad memories.
“Please, Orli! Untie me! I don’t like this!”
“Just relax, man,” murmured Orli, climbing onto the bed beside him and stroking his back.
“Please, Orli! I mean it! I’ll do whatever you want, just not this!”
The panic was rising and he started to sob.
“I want you to behave, Lijah. “You have to learn to be good.”
“I will, I promise, I’ll be good! Orli!” The tears were flowing freely now.
Orlando turned him over. “Hey, mate! You’re really crying!”
Hastily he undid the ties and lay down next to Elijah, pulling him into his arms.
“I thought you were just pretending. I thought it was part of this game of yours.” He reached for a discarded towel to wipe the tear-soaked face. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. Here, blow your nose.”
Elijah managed to stop sobbing. The tears were harder to control, and Orlando leaned in and started to kiss them away.
Elijah shuddered as gentle lips moved over his eyes and a soft tongue licked away the tears.
“I….I just don’t understand. What do you mean, my game.”
“Shh now.” Orli’s mouth moved to his lips, his tongue pressing for entrance.
Elijah tried to resist. He was aggrieved and angry but the pain and upset seemed to have heightened all his senses. After a few moments he opened his mouth and let Orli take possession, and before long he was kissing him back just as fiercely.
Oh this was so incredible! He’d never been kissed like this. It was almost as if he’d never really been kissed before.
“Orli he gasped, as they broke apart to catch a breath. “I’ve got to tell you……oh, that’s good.” Orlando had kissed his way down to his right nipple and was sucking it, making his whole body tingle.
“Mmm…it is, isn’t it? You taste really great, Lijah.” He licked circles across Elijah’s chest. “Let’s try the other one, then, shall we? See if it’s just as good.”
“Oh, yeah….that’s…. wow!” Orli was now kissing his way towards his navel and it was getting hard to breathe. If Elijah let him go any further it was doubtful if he would be able to speak at all.
While his tongue was turning Elijah to jelly, his hands were stroking along his thighs, caressing the globes of his backside, sliding into the crease. Elijah squirmed with pleasure. He’d never imagined anything could feel this exciting.
“Orli, stop! I have to tell you someth… Ohh….!” A hot mouth had encased his shaft and talking had become out of the question.
“What was that?” murmured Orli, in between licking and sucking at the velvety skin in front of him. “You close, or something?” He licked his way back up to Elijah’s mouth and nibbled at the soft lower lip. “You want to suck me, instead?”
“No! Well, yes, yes I do.” Elijah struggled to get his brain back into gear. “But look, I need to know, are you… are you going to fuck me?”
“Impatient, aren’t we?” laughed Orli. “Well, that was the intention, of course, but there’s no hurry, man.”
“It’s not that. I’ve just…you need to know. I… I haven’t done it before.”
“You taking the piss?” A frown appeared on Orlando’s perfectly balanced features.
“No. Why should I do that?”
“So you’re saying you’ve never had sex before, right?”
“No, course not! Just not with a man. Well, not that part, anyway.”
For a moment the frown deepened, and then was smoothed away.
“Ok, whatever you say. I promise I’ll be careful.”
“Right. Thanks.” Why was I so worried? he thought, and felt much more relaxed. “Your turn,” he grinned, pushing Orli back on the bed and positioning himself between his legs. Oh, so beautiful, he thought. Long and dark and so very hard.
Orlando lay back and sighed.
“You’ve certainly done this before,” he muttered, as Elijah’s clever tongue licked and nipped and sucked at his cock until he was forced to call a halt.
“No more!” he said, sitting up and gently pushing Elijah away. “Wanna fuck you, Lij, and if you carry on like this there’s no chance.” He rolled him over, carefully avoiding the dark red bruises the belt had made. “Get on your hands and knees for me, will ya?”
Elijah knelt up, opening his legs as wide as he could and trying not to tense up. He heard the sound of Orli tearing open the condom packet and rolling it on.
“You got any lube, Lij?”
“No. Why would I?”
“Now why does that not surprise me? Never mind, we can make do with this Vaseline I found in the bathroom.” He leaned over Elijah and kissed the soft skin on the back of his neck. “Ready, sweetheart?”
Elijah nodded and then sucked in a breath as he felt a finger pressing against his opening. He forced himself to relax and let the finger slide inside him. It was the weirdest feeling and he forced down an urge to tighten. Orlando moved the finger in and out and on the third stroke he rubbed against the nub of Elijah’s prostate. “Oh, yeah!” moaned Elijah, “That’s so good!”
“Ok? This is a little more.” Orli added another finger, continuing to kiss and lick at Elijah’s neck. “And now one more.” But this time when he removed his fingers it was his well-lubricated cock that he pushed into Elijah’s entrance.
“Oh! Oh!” Elijah began to panic.
“S’okay,” murmured Orli. “Relax, relax and…. There!” One determined push and Orlando was right inside.
“Oh fuck! It hurts, Orli!”
“You want me to stop?”
“I…..no, don’t stop! It’s…..touch me!”
“Good,” grunted Orli. “cos I don’t think I could stop now.”
He reached around Elijah’s tense, hot body and took hold of the rigid shaft with already slick fingers. As he stroked up and down he pulled out and pushed in again.
“You’re so tight, I could almost believe…” Whatever he was trying to say was lost in the yelps that Elijah was making. He quickened his pace and Elijah felt as if he were breaking apart.
“Faster!” he gasped, covering Orli’s hand with his own and urging him on until the orgasm spurted out of him and he collapsed with a yell onto the bed. One more thrust and a long drawn-out groan and Orli folded on top of him.
Breathing heavily he pulled slowly out, removed the condom and found the towel to clean them both up.
“Great stuff, Lijah,” he sighed, and collapsed on his back, pulling his lover on top of him.
It was a moment before Elijah could speak and then he felt words tumbling out of him.
“That was fantastic!” He buried into Orli, rubbing his face onto the other man’s chest. “I admit, I was worried at the start, and I definitely don’t want to be tied up again, but it was worth it in the end! I mean it hurt and all that, but it was still so good and… and Orli… I… I think….I think I love you .” There was no answer, and when he raised he head he saw that Orlando was fast asleep. He smiled ruefully and laid his head back down, and soon was fast asleep himself.
He awoke with the sun was streaming in, and when he reached out for his friend he found an empty space.
“Orli!” He stretched and crawled out of bed. “Where are you, man?” He stumbled down to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
“Orli? You comin’ back to bed? Then again, maybe not, man,” he giggled. “Think m’still a bit sore. What you want to do today? We could drive up the coast somewhere, get some lunch, walk on the beach? Or we could go into Wellington, get breakfast at Fidel’s, look around some record shops, maybe get some DVD’s and bring them back here, that sort of thing, you know? Or we could hang out with the other guys if you wanted, go surfing or something? Orli?”
He rapped on the door again and it swung open to reveal an empty room.
“Orli? Where are you?”
Then he realised he could smell coffee.
“Oh great!” he smiled and went down to the kitchen.
“Great! You made coffee, man…oh!”
But this room was as empty as the rest of the place. He touched the cooling coffee pot and his smile faded. A glance out onto the deck revealed that the outside was as quiet as the inside.
“Orli?” he yelled. “Where the fuck are you?”
From the corner of his eye he caught sight of a slip of white paper on the table.
He picked up the scribbled note and read
- “Elijah, thanks for a great night! Maybe we’ll do it again some time! See you around, Orli”.
It felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach.
“But, what does this…I thought we…Was…was that it then?”
He dropped into a chair, his face collapsed in misery.
“Oh Elijah Wood!” he cried. “What a fucking stupid fool you are!”
TBC
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Chapter Two is almost ready
Fantastic
This really is a fantastic start, very well written and extremely intrigueing.
Hope you keep it up, more soon...please
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that made me laugh.
Very good first fic. My recommendations: work on getting your dialog natural, read it out loud to yourself. Also just fyi: one should never use petroleum products with a latex condom. Vasaline and other petroleum products eat away at latex. They make water-based lubricants for that. ;)
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Have taken on board the lube advice. It was meant as an emergency measure, but I didn't know it was such a bad combination! Would the condom fall apart or something?
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