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Title: 13th Floor
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cloudlessclimes
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: OB/EW
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: Orli and Lij as white collar workers. This is what happens when I spend a day surrounded by khaki and chambray button down clad tech nerds. My brain is a scary place.
Notes:cam_a I swear I'm working on your ivy league story. soon, pretty, soon.
Feedback: I'll beg. Do you want me to beg? It won't be pretty...
"Information Technology Services, Elijah speaking."
"Guy, that's how you answer your personal line?" Elijah could hear the smirk in the rounded British tones.
"Sorry, dude, habit. I'm on intake today, man." Elijah grins and chews a little harder on the pen cap in his mouth, circling it with his tongue.
"S'all right. Break time, yeah?" Orlando manages around a yawn.
Elijah yawns in reply, and draws his sneakered feet down from his desk, "Hell yeah!"
"See you in two. I'll come to yours." Orlando hangs up before Elijah can reply.
Exactly two minutes later, Elijah hears a tapping at the safety glass in the stairwell fire door, the only view he has from his gray mystery-fabric cubicle. He looks up and smiles in to coffee-brown eyes.
"What the fuck, man?" Elijah shoves the door open. "Ever hear of the elevator?"
Orlando extends a hand and draws the shorter man into the stairwell with him. "Yeah, but I think the Poindexters in accounting would frown on this." Orlando lets go of the heavy door, and when it clicks shut he reels Elijah into him, covering the soft pink of Elijah's lips with his mouth. Elijah gives a small chirp of surprise before returning the kiss. He opens his mouth and slides his tongue along the broad expanse of Orlando's lower lip.
Breathing heavy Orlando pulls away, "Let's go man," he says and heads up the staircase.
"Don't you have to get coffees? Shouldn't we be going down?" Elijah stares in confusion at Orlando's retreating form.
"The divvy at the shop sets the order aside for me. No worries. And," Orlando says pointedly, "we need to go up," and he points ahead of him, "to go down," and he concludes with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"No way, man! On the roof? Are you crazy?" Elijah hangs back, looking uncertain.
Orlando circles Elijah's wrist with his long fingers, "S'not the roof, Lij. Follow me."
Elijah can already feel his cock twitching in his chinos and, breathing out a heavy sigh, he twines his nail bitten fingers with Orlando's.
"What is this place?" Elijah looks around at the indoor outdoor carpeting and the empty fluorescent fixtures, and inhales stale chlorine.
"Thirteenth floor. Used to be the building's gym before the powers that be decided it wasn't worth their while to keep their employees fit and happy. S'why I spent the morning staring at your man JRD's wide load--does the man live on donuts and Pepsi? Jesus, he must've gained, like, 10 Stone in the past year. Wearing fucking Dockers. Made me think of you. Made me horny."
Elijah giggles before winding his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. "John's fat ass made you horny?"
"No, smart arse, thinking of you in kakis made me horny." Orlando nuzzles at Elijah's square jaw line until the younger man helpfully tilts his head backwards, exposing more pale flesh for Orlando to nibble at before burying his nose in the folds of starched blue polo collar.
"Who are you kidding? A slight breeze makes you horny. You, my friend, are a slut. Thank god." Elijah rights his head and grabs Orlando by his double Windsor-knotted silk tie. "Listen you fucker," Elijah punctuates his words with lick swipe kisses up the tanned column of Orlando's neck, "coffee break's only 15 minutes..."
"Ahh...in a rush are ya?" Orlando laughs as he slides his hands underneath Lij's navy golf shirt to squeeze and stroke over Elijah's chest, allowing the slightest contact between his fingertips and the sensitive nubs of Elijah's nipples.
"God Orli," Elijah slides a knee between Orlando's dark-wool clad thighs and writhes against the slender man. He winds greedy hands through the thick fall of Orlando's hair, and again brings their mouths together in a clash of tongues and teeth and need.
Orlando arches up into the fluid flex of heated contact with Elijah's groin. "Who's the slut now, eh?" He chuckles while sucking industriously on Elijah's tongue.
"Blow me, you fucker!" Elijah growls before mashing their bodies together from lips down, his high tops scrabbling against the sheen of Prada leather brogues. "If I fucking cream in my shorts I'm gonna fucking kill you. I hafta spend all afternoon setting up IE shortcuts on all the desktops in the secretarial pool. No fuckin' way am I going into a room of pre-menopausal women smellin' like jizz."
"But I like how your jizz smells," Orlando husks into the sensitive shell of Elijah's ear. He tongues his way down the straining tendons in Elijah's neck and slides his hands into the waistband of Elijah's pants. "All in good time, love." Orlando smirks and there's a wicked gleam in his eyes as he slides to his knees in front of Elijah. "I like how it smells, " he whispers as he nuzzles and mouths at the tented material beneath Elijah's zipper, "but I love how it tastes." Orlando leans in closer and tongues at the button on Elijah's fly. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaims suddenly and sits back on his haunches.
"What? What?" Elijah's eyes fly open and his blissed out gonna getta come really soon look melts into a what the fuck expression of profound confusion. He removes his fingers from their snaggle in Orlando's hair and pets gentle concern over the spill of curls on the kneeling man's forehead.
"Nevada?" Orlando reads the word printed on the brass fastener of Elijah's pants with barely concealed contempt. "You buy your fucking trousers at Sears?" He spits out the store name as if he's tasted something nasty. "You do know that Perry Ellis and Ralph Lauren and Tommy Hilfiger all make really great casual clothes, right?" He strokes Elijah's thighs in concern.
Elijah crosses his arms in consternation and shifts as his cock throbs uncomfortably in the confines of his shorts. "Yes," he hisses, meeting Orlando's wide brown eyes, "but some of us have better things to spend our paycheques on than some Brooks Brothers bullshit." He flicks his fingers against Orlando's cuff linked wrists.
Tipping his head back and guffawing, Orlando manages to say "Oh yeah. 'Cause we all need, like, 25, CPUs."
"Oh, yeah, like you even know what CPU means." Elijah guffaws in return but continues to weave his fingers through the warp and weft of Orlando's dark hair.
"I do fucking so!" Orlando answers incredulously, "Central Processing Unit. So there!" He sticks his long pink tongue out and waggles it at Elijah, who is still shifting uncomfortably against his constrained erection.
"Oh baby, speak geek to me." Elijah murmurs and his eyes burn bright. "But do me a favor man. Can we skip the gay fashion tips and proceed directly to the gay cock sucking? I'm fucking dyin' here!" He makes a frantic motion across his groin.
Orlando snickers, shrugs and then efficiently yanks down Elijah's zipper; while at the same time reaching into the front flap of his (Dolce & Gabana because he'd fucking thrown out all Lij's horrendous Fruit of the Looms and replaced them as a birthday gift) boxers and stroking Elijah's red and straining cock as it springs free. "Okay," Orlando says before he swallows the pre-come beaded head into the warm wetness of his wide-lipped grin. His tongue twirls and teases just a second or two before Orlando leans all the way forward, taking Elijah's thick cock down his throat, sucking and swallowing and burrying his nose in the arousal scented fabric between Elijah's legs.
Elijah pants and groans and pulls at Orlando's hair with one hand while he bats ineffectually at Orlando's broad shoulder with the other. He bites his lip to curb the groans that echo and bounce across the vast, empty room. He wants to thrust. Needs to snap his hips and full on fuck Orlando's mouth. He has to install a CD ROM drive in Mr. Mortensen's laptop at 10:30 and if he's one second late the fucker goes apeshit and threatens to get his ass fired. But, for now there's just the incredible feeling of Orlando's silky slick, ridiculously talented mouth.
Opening his eyes Elijah stares down between his legs and is treated to the incredible sight of coal soot lashes fanned out against high hollowed out cheekbones, lips tilted in a smile as Orlando's long limber fingers stroke up and behind Elijah's balls, squeezing and teasing and urging forward the silver-bright burn that is flash-flooding though Elijah's veins. Before he knows it, a salty slick stream of come is sliding into Orlando's amazing mouth and down his throat. Elijah shouts out a hungry, feral sound and Orlando again sits back on his knees.
Orlando's eyes are still closed and his tongue darts out over his lips, savoring the yeasty, salt-sting taste of Elijah in his mouth. "Mmmm," he purrs, opening his eyes and broadening his grin, "yummy." He licks his fingers and gets to his feet. "Coffee for the mard-arses calls." He sighs dramatically and holds a somewhat unsteady Elijah close to him, placing a tender kiss at his temple.
"Don't you need to..." Elijah trails off as his fingers ghost over the shape of Orlando's cock in his trousers.
"Nah, I'm good." Orlando shakes his head and smiles. "There's lunch time yet, yeah? I'll just..." he searches his mind for an appropriate phrase, "think of the coffee lady fucking the Jabba the Hutt baker in a vat of donut icing." Elijah's face is a rictus of repulsion as he pictures the steel-wool permed septuagenarian at the shop. "That'll take care of..."
"Mmm...Kay." Elijah kisses Orlando quickly and waves as he heads out the door and down the stairs. "Well, middle management calls!"
Orlando stretches and yawns and raises his hand in a wiggly-fingered wave. "See you at lunch."
"Yeah. You fucking know it." Elijah grins and lets the door slip from his fingers.
Author:
cloudlessclimes Rated: NC-17
Pairing: OB/EW
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: Orli and Lij as white collar workers. This is what happens when I spend a day surrounded by khaki and chambray button down clad tech nerds. My brain is a scary place.
Notes:
cam_a I swear I'm working on your ivy league story. soon, pretty, soon.Feedback: I'll beg. Do you want me to beg? It won't be pretty...
"Information Technology Services, Elijah speaking."
"Guy, that's how you answer your personal line?" Elijah could hear the smirk in the rounded British tones.
"Sorry, dude, habit. I'm on intake today, man." Elijah grins and chews a little harder on the pen cap in his mouth, circling it with his tongue.
"S'all right. Break time, yeah?" Orlando manages around a yawn.
Elijah yawns in reply, and draws his sneakered feet down from his desk, "Hell yeah!"
"See you in two. I'll come to yours." Orlando hangs up before Elijah can reply.
Exactly two minutes later, Elijah hears a tapping at the safety glass in the stairwell fire door, the only view he has from his gray mystery-fabric cubicle. He looks up and smiles in to coffee-brown eyes.
"What the fuck, man?" Elijah shoves the door open. "Ever hear of the elevator?"
Orlando extends a hand and draws the shorter man into the stairwell with him. "Yeah, but I think the Poindexters in accounting would frown on this." Orlando lets go of the heavy door, and when it clicks shut he reels Elijah into him, covering the soft pink of Elijah's lips with his mouth. Elijah gives a small chirp of surprise before returning the kiss. He opens his mouth and slides his tongue along the broad expanse of Orlando's lower lip.
Breathing heavy Orlando pulls away, "Let's go man," he says and heads up the staircase.
"Don't you have to get coffees? Shouldn't we be going down?" Elijah stares in confusion at Orlando's retreating form.
"The divvy at the shop sets the order aside for me. No worries. And," Orlando says pointedly, "we need to go up," and he points ahead of him, "to go down," and he concludes with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"No way, man! On the roof? Are you crazy?" Elijah hangs back, looking uncertain.
Orlando circles Elijah's wrist with his long fingers, "S'not the roof, Lij. Follow me."
Elijah can already feel his cock twitching in his chinos and, breathing out a heavy sigh, he twines his nail bitten fingers with Orlando's.
"What is this place?" Elijah looks around at the indoor outdoor carpeting and the empty fluorescent fixtures, and inhales stale chlorine.
"Thirteenth floor. Used to be the building's gym before the powers that be decided it wasn't worth their while to keep their employees fit and happy. S'why I spent the morning staring at your man JRD's wide load--does the man live on donuts and Pepsi? Jesus, he must've gained, like, 10 Stone in the past year. Wearing fucking Dockers. Made me think of you. Made me horny."
Elijah giggles before winding his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. "John's fat ass made you horny?"
"No, smart arse, thinking of you in kakis made me horny." Orlando nuzzles at Elijah's square jaw line until the younger man helpfully tilts his head backwards, exposing more pale flesh for Orlando to nibble at before burying his nose in the folds of starched blue polo collar.
"Who are you kidding? A slight breeze makes you horny. You, my friend, are a slut. Thank god." Elijah rights his head and grabs Orlando by his double Windsor-knotted silk tie. "Listen you fucker," Elijah punctuates his words with lick swipe kisses up the tanned column of Orlando's neck, "coffee break's only 15 minutes..."
"Ahh...in a rush are ya?" Orlando laughs as he slides his hands underneath Lij's navy golf shirt to squeeze and stroke over Elijah's chest, allowing the slightest contact between his fingertips and the sensitive nubs of Elijah's nipples.
"God Orli," Elijah slides a knee between Orlando's dark-wool clad thighs and writhes against the slender man. He winds greedy hands through the thick fall of Orlando's hair, and again brings their mouths together in a clash of tongues and teeth and need.
Orlando arches up into the fluid flex of heated contact with Elijah's groin. "Who's the slut now, eh?" He chuckles while sucking industriously on Elijah's tongue.
"Blow me, you fucker!" Elijah growls before mashing their bodies together from lips down, his high tops scrabbling against the sheen of Prada leather brogues. "If I fucking cream in my shorts I'm gonna fucking kill you. I hafta spend all afternoon setting up IE shortcuts on all the desktops in the secretarial pool. No fuckin' way am I going into a room of pre-menopausal women smellin' like jizz."
"But I like how your jizz smells," Orlando husks into the sensitive shell of Elijah's ear. He tongues his way down the straining tendons in Elijah's neck and slides his hands into the waistband of Elijah's pants. "All in good time, love." Orlando smirks and there's a wicked gleam in his eyes as he slides to his knees in front of Elijah. "I like how it smells, " he whispers as he nuzzles and mouths at the tented material beneath Elijah's zipper, "but I love how it tastes." Orlando leans in closer and tongues at the button on Elijah's fly. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaims suddenly and sits back on his haunches.
"What? What?" Elijah's eyes fly open and his blissed out gonna getta come really soon look melts into a what the fuck expression of profound confusion. He removes his fingers from their snaggle in Orlando's hair and pets gentle concern over the spill of curls on the kneeling man's forehead.
"Nevada?" Orlando reads the word printed on the brass fastener of Elijah's pants with barely concealed contempt. "You buy your fucking trousers at Sears?" He spits out the store name as if he's tasted something nasty. "You do know that Perry Ellis and Ralph Lauren and Tommy Hilfiger all make really great casual clothes, right?" He strokes Elijah's thighs in concern.
Elijah crosses his arms in consternation and shifts as his cock throbs uncomfortably in the confines of his shorts. "Yes," he hisses, meeting Orlando's wide brown eyes, "but some of us have better things to spend our paycheques on than some Brooks Brothers bullshit." He flicks his fingers against Orlando's cuff linked wrists.
Tipping his head back and guffawing, Orlando manages to say "Oh yeah. 'Cause we all need, like, 25, CPUs."
"Oh, yeah, like you even know what CPU means." Elijah guffaws in return but continues to weave his fingers through the warp and weft of Orlando's dark hair.
"I do fucking so!" Orlando answers incredulously, "Central Processing Unit. So there!" He sticks his long pink tongue out and waggles it at Elijah, who is still shifting uncomfortably against his constrained erection.
"Oh baby, speak geek to me." Elijah murmurs and his eyes burn bright. "But do me a favor man. Can we skip the gay fashion tips and proceed directly to the gay cock sucking? I'm fucking dyin' here!" He makes a frantic motion across his groin.
Orlando snickers, shrugs and then efficiently yanks down Elijah's zipper; while at the same time reaching into the front flap of his (Dolce & Gabana because he'd fucking thrown out all Lij's horrendous Fruit of the Looms and replaced them as a birthday gift) boxers and stroking Elijah's red and straining cock as it springs free. "Okay," Orlando says before he swallows the pre-come beaded head into the warm wetness of his wide-lipped grin. His tongue twirls and teases just a second or two before Orlando leans all the way forward, taking Elijah's thick cock down his throat, sucking and swallowing and burrying his nose in the arousal scented fabric between Elijah's legs.
Elijah pants and groans and pulls at Orlando's hair with one hand while he bats ineffectually at Orlando's broad shoulder with the other. He bites his lip to curb the groans that echo and bounce across the vast, empty room. He wants to thrust. Needs to snap his hips and full on fuck Orlando's mouth. He has to install a CD ROM drive in Mr. Mortensen's laptop at 10:30 and if he's one second late the fucker goes apeshit and threatens to get his ass fired. But, for now there's just the incredible feeling of Orlando's silky slick, ridiculously talented mouth.
Opening his eyes Elijah stares down between his legs and is treated to the incredible sight of coal soot lashes fanned out against high hollowed out cheekbones, lips tilted in a smile as Orlando's long limber fingers stroke up and behind Elijah's balls, squeezing and teasing and urging forward the silver-bright burn that is flash-flooding though Elijah's veins. Before he knows it, a salty slick stream of come is sliding into Orlando's amazing mouth and down his throat. Elijah shouts out a hungry, feral sound and Orlando again sits back on his knees.
Orlando's eyes are still closed and his tongue darts out over his lips, savoring the yeasty, salt-sting taste of Elijah in his mouth. "Mmmm," he purrs, opening his eyes and broadening his grin, "yummy." He licks his fingers and gets to his feet. "Coffee for the mard-arses calls." He sighs dramatically and holds a somewhat unsteady Elijah close to him, placing a tender kiss at his temple.
"Don't you need to..." Elijah trails off as his fingers ghost over the shape of Orlando's cock in his trousers.
"Nah, I'm good." Orlando shakes his head and smiles. "There's lunch time yet, yeah? I'll just..." he searches his mind for an appropriate phrase, "think of the coffee lady fucking the Jabba the Hutt baker in a vat of donut icing." Elijah's face is a rictus of repulsion as he pictures the steel-wool permed septuagenarian at the shop. "That'll take care of..."
"Mmm...Kay." Elijah kisses Orlando quickly and waves as he heads out the door and down the stairs. "Well, middle management calls!"
Orlando stretches and yawns and raises his hand in a wiggly-fingered wave. "See you at lunch."
"Yeah. You fucking know it." Elijah grins and lets the door slip from his fingers.
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Well, you just brightened my day.
I loved it. Wish there was more... would love to hear about "Lunch". *g*
-bg
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dunno about lunch. I'm a big fan of small snacks m'self *grins*
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I am dying with laughter. The story starts to get really hot, and then you add something that makes me crack up. I love that Orli stops to give Elijah a lecture on his fashion sense, but I love geek speaking Orli even more. The CPU has never been so hot.
Hot + Funny = Perfection
Great fic.
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Oh, there's nothing wrong with buying your underwear from Sears :P They have really good sales sometimes. :)
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glad you liked! (I first typed "licked", what does that say about me? *snort*)
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It's okay, sometimes I randomly type "sex" when I write emails to my friends. "Dear friend, how are sex you doing?" I'm not sure what *that* says about ME :)
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and OMG I do it toono subject
He has to install a CD ROM drive in Mr. Mortensen's laptop at 10:30 and if he's one second late the fucker goes apeshit and threatens to get his ass fired.
Still snickering about the concept of Viggo getting angry about anything let alone a CD ROM drive.
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All our IT guys weight in the neighbourhood of 300lbs and have serious body hair grooming issues.
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I like your cubical-universe much better than Dilbert's. :D
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