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Title: Mistreated, Part 16/16
Author: Tinkerbell
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Ewan Mcgregor
Warnings: The same as ever. Slash.
Rating: All over NC-17
Summary: When you love someone, and they don’t love you back, how much are you going to take just to make them love you?
Disclaimer: My apologies, this is not true.
Feedback: I need it like oxygen, the comment-whore that I am.
previous parts found here.
Orlando stood in the kitchen of his house. His house. The same red walls, the same furniture, the same everything. It was actually a lucky brake no-one had wanted to buy his house when he moved out with such a hurry. He got it back easy, and was happily settled in again. Orlando’s lips formed a soft smile as he was staring at the table, where the coffee maker, that never agreed to function like it was supposed to, was bubbling away smoothly, pushing the black liquid out of it with ease. The damn device was finally doing what it was supposed to do.
Days, weeks, months had passed with such a hurry he nearly missed most of them. He noticed to be forgetting stuff all the time, like what day it was, or what time it was. Everything felt like such a haze. In some way, time seemed to crawl, but it passed him by so fast he didn’t know how to get a hold of it.
It had been half a year now. Six months. Six bloody months. He still couldn’t believe it.
Colin had been the hardest bit for him. To explain how things were. Arguments, shouting, hugging, and even crying had been a daily process for weeks, until he agreed to let Orlando do what he wanted, under his supervision of course.
Dom, on the other hand, had been easier. In the end, Dom didn’t want to loose Orlando as a friend. They never talked about Dom being in love with him again, and Orlando was quite certain that Dom had moved on. Dom had been, if anything, very apologetic about his behavior, and after a long talk, in which they cleared the air, they decided that bygones were bygones, and should stay that way.
Johnny had been happy. Then again, Johnny was always happy.
Jude hadn’t said anything. He tried to fix things with his bird, and they never mentioned about the night Orlando spent at his place again. They still hooked up from time to time, for a beer and a chat, but that was about it. Orlando knew that it was mostly because of Jude’s girl. He wasn’t sure if Jude had told her about the night, or if she guessed, but it was clear that he wasn’t wanted around. It was a shame, but in the end, Jude was happier with his girl and Orlando was extremely happy now. So in the end, everything had worked out pretty well.
Orlando leaned back, tilted his head and nodded approvingly. He smiled to himself with ease he had forgotten.
Strong hands wrapped around him, a kiss was placed to his neck. A voice that was as soft as a purr whispered into his ear:
“I told you I could fix it, didn’t I?”
The slender Brit turned around to face the other man, once again drowning into the blue orbs that had tenderness in them Orlando hadn’t believed there could be.
“My Bob the Builder.” He whispered just before lips landed on his, a tongue penetrated his mouth and hands roamed up his chest.
For six months, they had shared everything. And by everything it meant everything. Their bed, a house, a career, a life.
Ewan was afraid most of the time. He was hard on himself, trying too much, not sure what he was doing. It was clear he had no idea how a normal relationships worked, sometimes he seemed to think that as long as you stay faithful everything else fell into place. Orlando had a hard time trying to make him understand that it wasn’t just the not-sleeping-around that made a relationship worthwhile, but keeping in mind the reward he got for all of the given lessons, he didn’t feel it was a burden.
Ewan had never loved anyone before. And if he had, it had never been like this. No-one could make him smile like a retard with a stupid text message that only had a smiley face on it, or make him want to make dinner before the other got home, just to see the dark eyes lit up with warmth. No-one could make him dance to s stupid tune on the radio, or made him call in if he was going to be late. No-one made him feel sorry if the messed things up, and no-one ever made up with him as sweetly. No-one, except Orlando.
No-one made him as happy.
Sometimes he found it unbelievable that after all he had done, Orlando had taken him in and loved him. Sometimes he thought he still had a lot to make up for. Sometimes he was afraid that he never could.
And Orlando was there, always, to tell him he wasn’t going anywhere.
But sometimes, like tonight, Ewan simply wanted to shag the poor boy’s brains out. Because he loved him, yes, but because the Brit was such a pricelessly hot piece of ass.
Orlando moaned when Ewan’s hands found their way down his chest to his hips, firmly squeezing them and pressing his growing hardness against him.
“Fancy a quickie before I gotta hit the shoots?” Ewan purred to Orland’s ear, biting it gently.
“How’s about a not so quickie and you go in late?”
“Fine, but you’re going to call the director and explain why I’m not around when I’m supposed to.”
“I’ll be glad to do so. I bet he really wants to hear just how I made you come in late.”
“I’m not really planning to come that late, love.”
“I bet you’re not, beautiful.”
Ewan could say no, he really could. It’s not about being able, it’s about wanting. He didn’t want to object when Orlando grabbed his rear end and kissed him, pushed him against the wall and pulled his shirt free from the pants.
The ripping sound of fabric makes Ewan laugh.
“That was my favorite shirt, you know.”
“Yeah. But my favorite thing is underneath it.”
“Apology accepted.”
“Wanker.”
“Will definitely not be one.”
Ewan pushed back, pushed until Orlando’s back was against the table. He grinned deviously as he bended the Brit to lye on the wooden furniture, unzipping him. Orlando laughed as he positioned himself a bit more comfortable on the hard base.
Ewan pulled his pants down, and softly massaged Orlando’s inner thigh.
“You’re so fookin’ hot right now.”
“Being pantless usually does the trick.”
“I’ll give you that.”
“What else you gonna give me, then?”
“How’s about a blowjob of your life?”
“I thought I got one yesterday.”
Ewan grinned. Orlando loved it when he made that face. His eyes dark with lust, but a playful smile on those full, perfect lips. The Scot placed a soft kiss on Orlando’s navel and went down, licking the soft skin, biting and nibbling. Orlando grabbed his hair as he felt the firm lips circle around his already achingly hard cock, a hot and wet mouth taking him in, sucking, moving.
It was the blowjob of his life, no arguments there.
Ewan knew when to stop. When he could feel the pre-cum on his tongue, and heard the moans and heavy breathing speeding up, he released the twitching member from his mouth and with a grin leaned over the Brit, kissing him on the lips with a passion it should have, in all fairness, burnt the lips he touched. Orlando made a sound of protest, but it only made Ewan want him more. Every sound Orlando did made him want him more.
“Fine. A quickie. But I still get to call the director.” Orlando agreed then, almost breathless.
Ewan smiled and got up, undid his pants and allowed them to fall freely to his ankles. He grabbed the oil bottle from next to the sink and poured in on his hands.
Orlando pulled him closer, kissed his lips and whispered, with a dark and low voice;
“You could give it to me rough, baby.”
“You sort of take the fun out of topping when you order me around.” Ewan said, bit his lips. There was no real menace in his voice, merely warmth.
“It was a suggestion, not an order.” Orlando grinned.
Ewan was sold already.
“I like your suggestion.” He said, spreading Orlando’s legs and wiping the oil from his hands to his throbbing cock. Damn, had he ever wanted anyone as much? Even now, lying on the table, his pants down, grinning like an idiot, Orlando was the hottest thing he ever had laid his eyes upon. Then again, he could see how that sight could make men and women fall.
Keeping in mind what Orlando had “suggested”, Ewan simply pushed himself in to the other man. He tried to do it slowly, so he wouldn’t brake anything, but Orlando’s moans made it difficult. The Brit urged him, practically begged him to fill him, to goddamn fuck him so hard he couldn’t walk for a week. Ewan gladly obliged.
It didn’t take Orlando too long to find his release, and Ewan found his with the strong pulses around his member.
The Scot laid his head on Orlando’s chest, tried to catch his breath. Orlando softly petted his hair and kissed his brow.
“I think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, you know.” He said with a gentle voice.
“I’ll take care of that as soon as I get back.” Ewan whispered. He looked up and nodded towards the device next to Orlando’s head.
“You’re coffee’s ready.”
“Damn right. And ‘bout bloody time.”
Finis.
Author: Tinkerbell
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Ewan Mcgregor
Warnings: The same as ever. Slash.
Rating: All over NC-17
Summary: When you love someone, and they don’t love you back, how much are you going to take just to make them love you?
Disclaimer: My apologies, this is not true.
Feedback: I need it like oxygen, the comment-whore that I am.
previous parts found here.
Orlando stood in the kitchen of his house. His house. The same red walls, the same furniture, the same everything. It was actually a lucky brake no-one had wanted to buy his house when he moved out with such a hurry. He got it back easy, and was happily settled in again. Orlando’s lips formed a soft smile as he was staring at the table, where the coffee maker, that never agreed to function like it was supposed to, was bubbling away smoothly, pushing the black liquid out of it with ease. The damn device was finally doing what it was supposed to do.
Days, weeks, months had passed with such a hurry he nearly missed most of them. He noticed to be forgetting stuff all the time, like what day it was, or what time it was. Everything felt like such a haze. In some way, time seemed to crawl, but it passed him by so fast he didn’t know how to get a hold of it.
It had been half a year now. Six months. Six bloody months. He still couldn’t believe it.
Colin had been the hardest bit for him. To explain how things were. Arguments, shouting, hugging, and even crying had been a daily process for weeks, until he agreed to let Orlando do what he wanted, under his supervision of course.
Dom, on the other hand, had been easier. In the end, Dom didn’t want to loose Orlando as a friend. They never talked about Dom being in love with him again, and Orlando was quite certain that Dom had moved on. Dom had been, if anything, very apologetic about his behavior, and after a long talk, in which they cleared the air, they decided that bygones were bygones, and should stay that way.
Johnny had been happy. Then again, Johnny was always happy.
Jude hadn’t said anything. He tried to fix things with his bird, and they never mentioned about the night Orlando spent at his place again. They still hooked up from time to time, for a beer and a chat, but that was about it. Orlando knew that it was mostly because of Jude’s girl. He wasn’t sure if Jude had told her about the night, or if she guessed, but it was clear that he wasn’t wanted around. It was a shame, but in the end, Jude was happier with his girl and Orlando was extremely happy now. So in the end, everything had worked out pretty well.
Orlando leaned back, tilted his head and nodded approvingly. He smiled to himself with ease he had forgotten.
Strong hands wrapped around him, a kiss was placed to his neck. A voice that was as soft as a purr whispered into his ear:
“I told you I could fix it, didn’t I?”
The slender Brit turned around to face the other man, once again drowning into the blue orbs that had tenderness in them Orlando hadn’t believed there could be.
“My Bob the Builder.” He whispered just before lips landed on his, a tongue penetrated his mouth and hands roamed up his chest.
For six months, they had shared everything. And by everything it meant everything. Their bed, a house, a career, a life.
Ewan was afraid most of the time. He was hard on himself, trying too much, not sure what he was doing. It was clear he had no idea how a normal relationships worked, sometimes he seemed to think that as long as you stay faithful everything else fell into place. Orlando had a hard time trying to make him understand that it wasn’t just the not-sleeping-around that made a relationship worthwhile, but keeping in mind the reward he got for all of the given lessons, he didn’t feel it was a burden.
Ewan had never loved anyone before. And if he had, it had never been like this. No-one could make him smile like a retard with a stupid text message that only had a smiley face on it, or make him want to make dinner before the other got home, just to see the dark eyes lit up with warmth. No-one could make him dance to s stupid tune on the radio, or made him call in if he was going to be late. No-one made him feel sorry if the messed things up, and no-one ever made up with him as sweetly. No-one, except Orlando.
No-one made him as happy.
Sometimes he found it unbelievable that after all he had done, Orlando had taken him in and loved him. Sometimes he thought he still had a lot to make up for. Sometimes he was afraid that he never could.
And Orlando was there, always, to tell him he wasn’t going anywhere.
But sometimes, like tonight, Ewan simply wanted to shag the poor boy’s brains out. Because he loved him, yes, but because the Brit was such a pricelessly hot piece of ass.
Orlando moaned when Ewan’s hands found their way down his chest to his hips, firmly squeezing them and pressing his growing hardness against him.
“Fancy a quickie before I gotta hit the shoots?” Ewan purred to Orland’s ear, biting it gently.
“How’s about a not so quickie and you go in late?”
“Fine, but you’re going to call the director and explain why I’m not around when I’m supposed to.”
“I’ll be glad to do so. I bet he really wants to hear just how I made you come in late.”
“I’m not really planning to come that late, love.”
“I bet you’re not, beautiful.”
Ewan could say no, he really could. It’s not about being able, it’s about wanting. He didn’t want to object when Orlando grabbed his rear end and kissed him, pushed him against the wall and pulled his shirt free from the pants.
The ripping sound of fabric makes Ewan laugh.
“That was my favorite shirt, you know.”
“Yeah. But my favorite thing is underneath it.”
“Apology accepted.”
“Wanker.”
“Will definitely not be one.”
Ewan pushed back, pushed until Orlando’s back was against the table. He grinned deviously as he bended the Brit to lye on the wooden furniture, unzipping him. Orlando laughed as he positioned himself a bit more comfortable on the hard base.
Ewan pulled his pants down, and softly massaged Orlando’s inner thigh.
“You’re so fookin’ hot right now.”
“Being pantless usually does the trick.”
“I’ll give you that.”
“What else you gonna give me, then?”
“How’s about a blowjob of your life?”
“I thought I got one yesterday.”
Ewan grinned. Orlando loved it when he made that face. His eyes dark with lust, but a playful smile on those full, perfect lips. The Scot placed a soft kiss on Orlando’s navel and went down, licking the soft skin, biting and nibbling. Orlando grabbed his hair as he felt the firm lips circle around his already achingly hard cock, a hot and wet mouth taking him in, sucking, moving.
It was the blowjob of his life, no arguments there.
Ewan knew when to stop. When he could feel the pre-cum on his tongue, and heard the moans and heavy breathing speeding up, he released the twitching member from his mouth and with a grin leaned over the Brit, kissing him on the lips with a passion it should have, in all fairness, burnt the lips he touched. Orlando made a sound of protest, but it only made Ewan want him more. Every sound Orlando did made him want him more.
“Fine. A quickie. But I still get to call the director.” Orlando agreed then, almost breathless.
Ewan smiled and got up, undid his pants and allowed them to fall freely to his ankles. He grabbed the oil bottle from next to the sink and poured in on his hands.
Orlando pulled him closer, kissed his lips and whispered, with a dark and low voice;
“You could give it to me rough, baby.”
“You sort of take the fun out of topping when you order me around.” Ewan said, bit his lips. There was no real menace in his voice, merely warmth.
“It was a suggestion, not an order.” Orlando grinned.
Ewan was sold already.
“I like your suggestion.” He said, spreading Orlando’s legs and wiping the oil from his hands to his throbbing cock. Damn, had he ever wanted anyone as much? Even now, lying on the table, his pants down, grinning like an idiot, Orlando was the hottest thing he ever had laid his eyes upon. Then again, he could see how that sight could make men and women fall.
Keeping in mind what Orlando had “suggested”, Ewan simply pushed himself in to the other man. He tried to do it slowly, so he wouldn’t brake anything, but Orlando’s moans made it difficult. The Brit urged him, practically begged him to fill him, to goddamn fuck him so hard he couldn’t walk for a week. Ewan gladly obliged.
It didn’t take Orlando too long to find his release, and Ewan found his with the strong pulses around his member.
The Scot laid his head on Orlando’s chest, tried to catch his breath. Orlando softly petted his hair and kissed his brow.
“I think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, you know.” He said with a gentle voice.
“I’ll take care of that as soon as I get back.” Ewan whispered. He looked up and nodded towards the device next to Orlando’s head.
“You’re coffee’s ready.”
“Damn right. And ‘bout bloody time.”
Finis.