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FIC: Friendship 2/3
Title: Friendship? 2/3
Author email: ladymoonray@yahoo.com
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: R
Feedback: Please
Disclaimer: I made it up
Archiving: Here and BTF only please.
Notes: This one’s for all my LJ friends, who are the best friends anyone could wish for. And for everyone who liked Part 1, and was kind enough to tell me so.
Thanks:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
viva_gloria and lazulus for beta and much encouragement.
Part I is here if you want to read that first.
PART II
After a slow breakfast at a nearby café bar, Elijah and Orlando started picking out clothes for that evening – a private dinner with some of the other cast members, followed by the first round of interviews.
Elijah was disconcerted by the lack of Orlando’s signature lairy shirts – most of his wardrobe was either black, or very neutral in colour. He assured Elijah that he’d bought (or been given) all these clothes from the best designers, but to Lij it all looked rather boring and un-Orlando. They laughed about the Gap advert and the fact that all the Gap clothes he’d been given had gone straight to a charity shop, complete with labels. That was something, at least, thought Elijah, who had almost died laughing when he’d first heard of Orli advertising such vacuous style.
Orlando was getting tense again. When Sean telephoned to say he’d pick them up later to take them to dinner, Orli jumped so violently at the sound of the ringing phone that he spilled beer all over the carpet. And where had that beer suddenly appeared from anyway, Elijah wondered as he mopped at the spill with a towel. “Hey, Orlando, what’s with the alcohol already? And why haven’t I got any?” His heart twisted at the guilty look he received at that. “It’s, umm, in the fridge. Help yourself – I just thought it might be a bit early for you.” Elijah decided to leave it there, and went ahead with cleaning up the mess in silence.
But when Orlando started looking green at the thought of lunch, he couldn’t leave it any longer. “Will you calm down, Orli? Everything will be OK this evening, and for the next couple of months, I promise. I won’t leave you alone to face it, we will do this together and we CAN do it, I mean that.” He pulled Orli down next to him on the sofa again. His friend was almost shaking with tension, and Elijah was at a loss as to what to do about it. Then an idea came to him.
“OK you asked for it. Now you get full-scale Elwood relaxation therapy. Lie down on the sofa right now!” And then Elijah was giggling hysterically at the look of utter panic on Orlando’s face. “Orli, I’m not going to rape you for goodness sake. Just lie down and TRY to relax before you start an earthquake with that trembling!” Again, a look of total relief passed over his friend’s face, and it seemed a little of that tension was already defused.
Elijah rooted around in his luggage for a CD, and moments later the room was flooded by cheesy new age music. Orlando started to scoff, but then realised slowly that the harp music really was quite beautiful, soothing his shaking nerves, and becoming so unobtrusive that he barely noticed it.
Elijah sat on the end of the sofa and pulled Orli’s socks off. And almost got kicked in the stomach when he put his thumbs on the ball of Orli’s left foot. “Hey, that tickles!” “Sit still then, I’ll try and do it more firmly. But please don’t kick me, I’m trying to be nice to you.” Elijah despaired of ever being able to calm Orli down. He’d never seen his friend so strung out.
The foot massage and the music did work, to some extent. When the phone rang again (Viggo, checking up on them), Orlando was almost calm. It was time to get ready, but he wasn’t feeling so worried now, and even managed to produce a bright orange shirt from somewhere. Just as he’d finished an Orlando attempt at ironing it, he turned round to see a very smart looking Elijah leaning on the doorframe.
“God, Elwood, you look cool. I suppose you’ve finally stopped your Mum choosing your clothes, then?”
“Oh fuck off Orli, at least some of us have a little dress sense. Where the hell did you get that shirt? I was looking forward to you being fit to be seen in public, for once.”
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In the hotel bar after dinner, Orli was sitting alone and staring into his drink. He wasn’t sure himself what was wrong, but he couldn’t seem to enjoy the evening. He was genuinely pleased to see his friends again, but communicating with anyone was a problem, and not one he was used to. He wanted to chatter, and bounce, and drop ice cubes down Sean’s back, and make Viggo protect him from retribution. He’d given it a go, but he was fairly sure everyone could see that the enthusiasm wasn’t genuine.
Billy had come to sit with him, and was making small talk, which Orli would normally find irritating. Just now, though, it was quite comforting. They talked about the weather in London, about work they’d been offered, and how they weren’t looking forward to the interviews tomorrow. Orli could feel his back muscles tensing up again then, but Dom came over to collect Billy and tried, rather half-heartedly, to persuade Orli to go clubbing too. He just couldn’t bring himself to agree, and eventually they left, hugging everyone and promising to be on time for the first interview tomorrow. There was a chorus of “Yeah, yeah, course you will” at that.
Elijah was buzzing pleasantly from the wine he’d had with dinner. He wasn’t drunk, exactly, but he had to concentrate to focus. He’d felt he couldn’t just go off clubbing without Orli, so he’d pretended to be too tired. Instead, he was talking to Viggo and Sean, and giggling over a silly story Viggo was telling – something about two mad women and a box of glitter makeup. He was very aware of Orli though, sitting in the corner by himself. Viggo had tried twice to get him to join them, but Orli was having none of it. Sean seemed to be rather distracted, obviously having problems of his own.
Elijah caught the next glance Orli threw at him, and was startled by the worry in it. He slipped away from Viggo and went to sit with his friend.
“Would you mind if we left now?” asked Orlando. “I just want to go home.”
Elijah was worried all over again. It was clear that Orli wasn’t enjoying himself, so he thought they should probably leave. He went to tell Viggo and Sean they were leaving, and had no way to answer the questioning looks. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him really, but I know he’s dreading tomorrow. Don’t worry though, we’ll be there.”
Viggo arranged a taxi to pick them up at the back entrance to the hotel. In the taxi, Elijah rested his hand on Orli’s arm, and whispered softly that it would all be OK tomorrow, he would be there, and wouldn’t let anything awful happen. It didn’t seem to help much.
Back in his flat, Orli did seem to relax a little, and curled up on the sofa with Elijah he seemed happy to chat about the evening. It was one of those nights when neither of them really wanted to sleep, but didn’t want to do anything else much either. There was much irritable channel-flicking on the TV, bickering over whether to watch another film, and several more beers disappeared far too quickly.
Elijah wondered where he’d be sleeping that night. The question was answered by a pull on his hand when Orli finally stood up to go to bed.
Elijah lay awake long after Orli’s breathing had evened out and he’d gone to sleep. This was lovely, but also torture. He’d wanted Orli for so long, and now he was right here, but it seemed he was even further away. He’d promised Orli he wouldn’t try anything, and he had to keep that promise. His body wouldn’t stop having other ideas, though.
In the end, he turned away from Orli to try to sleep on his side, but Orli just wriggled after him without waking up. Elijah resigned himself to an uncomfortable night.
He was drifting gently in hazy warmth, and dreaming. It was one of those almost-awake dreams that you start out directing, and then just drift into. Orlando was touching him, running a warm hand over his chest under his T-shirt, and then lightly stroking his side. Elijah was squirming under the light contact, which was almost tickling. Orli was breathing lightly in his ear, then gently kissing his neck, moving down to his shoulder.
As his head moved lower, so did his hand, making Elijah gasp at the light squeeze on his erection. He turned over, tried to regain the contact, and ended up pressed against his friend, trying to pull him closer.
He stopped when Orli pulled away. That wasn’t supposed to happen in an erotic dream. Elijah’s eyes flew open, and found Orli regarding him seriously. Oh fuck, it wasn’t a dream at all, and he’d messed up badly. “Oh God I’m sorry” he whispered. More serious regarding.
“It’s OK, I started it” he replied eventually. “You don’t mind, do you? Only last night, you said…”
Elijah reminded himself to breathe, thinking he’d pass out otherwise. “You did? And yes, I did say. Umm, of course I don’t mind. But are you sure?”
No response. Just more gazing. Elijah closed his eyes, felt like he was still dreaming. Then he felt a hand on his own hand, turning it over and lacing his fingers, gripping tight. Orli was breathing too fast and shallow, Elijah could feel it on his face. He thought he should say something, and opened his mouth before his brain could catch up and decide exactly what “something” might be.
Orli got there first. “I’m sure.” He gently pushed Elijah’s jaw closed with their clasped hands. He leaned closer and Elijah thought he’d float off into that kiss. It was tempting to do so, but he was just about conscious enough to realise it would be easier on both of them if he took the lead. He pushed on Orli’s hand, still clasped with his own, and used his weight to push Orli onto his back.
Elijah rolled on top, leaning down to kiss him none too gently, swallowing Orli’s gasp as their cocks pressed together, hard. He moved again, just a little, and that time they both moaned into the kiss.
Orli had tensed up again, and Elijah’s Orli-radar caught it right away. He pulled back and whispered, “Don’t think, and don’t worry about it. There’s nothing we can’t resolve if we do it together.”
Orli seemed to relax a bit, then surprised his friend by pushing him off and over onto his back. “I like this better” as he straddled Elijah’s thighs and leant down for another not-exactly-gentle kiss.
Elijah needed more than that though, and started trying to get Orli’s clothes off. It wasn’t exactly easy with Orli stuck to him like glue, but eventually all those stupid, waste-of-space clothes were removed and they were skin to skin at last.
Orli was looking hesitant again. Elijah knew that slow would be good, but he’d wanted this for so long that slow was also difficult. His hands were stroking Orli’s back, smoothing taut muscles and gradually moving lower, to run over the curve of his buttocks. There was no tensing this time, and in fact Orli moved his head a little to nip Elijah’s ear. Encouraged by that, Elijah ran his fingers down Orli’s backbone, and lightly into the cleft between his buttocks, pressing there gently with each stroke. Every time that touch came, Orli pushed harder against him, making them both moan at the extra friction on straining erections.
Eventually Orli couldn’t take any more, and rolled onto his side and pulled Elijah with him. Their free hands fumbled for a second, then settled for holding each other.
“Slow” muttered Orli “Or I can’t last.” His cock was already glistening, and Elijah couldn’t resist sliding down the bed to lick those drops away.
As he licked around the head of Orli’s cock and moved his hand to grasp it more firmly, Orli whispered, “Lijah, I can’t wait, I’m sorry” and he was shuddering and gasping. Elijah could only think “My God, I did that!”
Grinning at that moment was not the best idea, and slightly messy, but Elijah really couldn’t have cared less. He didn’t know what this was going to lead to, but it was a bloody good start.
Author email: ladymoonray@yahoo.com
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: R
Feedback: Please
Disclaimer: I made it up
Archiving: Here and BTF only please.
Notes: This one’s for all my LJ friends, who are the best friends anyone could wish for. And for everyone who liked Part 1, and was kind enough to tell me so.
Thanks:
viva_gloria and lazulus for beta and much encouragement. Part I is here if you want to read that first.
PART II
After a slow breakfast at a nearby café bar, Elijah and Orlando started picking out clothes for that evening – a private dinner with some of the other cast members, followed by the first round of interviews.
Elijah was disconcerted by the lack of Orlando’s signature lairy shirts – most of his wardrobe was either black, or very neutral in colour. He assured Elijah that he’d bought (or been given) all these clothes from the best designers, but to Lij it all looked rather boring and un-Orlando. They laughed about the Gap advert and the fact that all the Gap clothes he’d been given had gone straight to a charity shop, complete with labels. That was something, at least, thought Elijah, who had almost died laughing when he’d first heard of Orli advertising such vacuous style.
Orlando was getting tense again. When Sean telephoned to say he’d pick them up later to take them to dinner, Orli jumped so violently at the sound of the ringing phone that he spilled beer all over the carpet. And where had that beer suddenly appeared from anyway, Elijah wondered as he mopped at the spill with a towel. “Hey, Orlando, what’s with the alcohol already? And why haven’t I got any?” His heart twisted at the guilty look he received at that. “It’s, umm, in the fridge. Help yourself – I just thought it might be a bit early for you.” Elijah decided to leave it there, and went ahead with cleaning up the mess in silence.
But when Orlando started looking green at the thought of lunch, he couldn’t leave it any longer. “Will you calm down, Orli? Everything will be OK this evening, and for the next couple of months, I promise. I won’t leave you alone to face it, we will do this together and we CAN do it, I mean that.” He pulled Orli down next to him on the sofa again. His friend was almost shaking with tension, and Elijah was at a loss as to what to do about it. Then an idea came to him.
“OK you asked for it. Now you get full-scale Elwood relaxation therapy. Lie down on the sofa right now!” And then Elijah was giggling hysterically at the look of utter panic on Orlando’s face. “Orli, I’m not going to rape you for goodness sake. Just lie down and TRY to relax before you start an earthquake with that trembling!” Again, a look of total relief passed over his friend’s face, and it seemed a little of that tension was already defused.
Elijah rooted around in his luggage for a CD, and moments later the room was flooded by cheesy new age music. Orlando started to scoff, but then realised slowly that the harp music really was quite beautiful, soothing his shaking nerves, and becoming so unobtrusive that he barely noticed it.
Elijah sat on the end of the sofa and pulled Orli’s socks off. And almost got kicked in the stomach when he put his thumbs on the ball of Orli’s left foot. “Hey, that tickles!” “Sit still then, I’ll try and do it more firmly. But please don’t kick me, I’m trying to be nice to you.” Elijah despaired of ever being able to calm Orli down. He’d never seen his friend so strung out.
The foot massage and the music did work, to some extent. When the phone rang again (Viggo, checking up on them), Orlando was almost calm. It was time to get ready, but he wasn’t feeling so worried now, and even managed to produce a bright orange shirt from somewhere. Just as he’d finished an Orlando attempt at ironing it, he turned round to see a very smart looking Elijah leaning on the doorframe.
“God, Elwood, you look cool. I suppose you’ve finally stopped your Mum choosing your clothes, then?”
“Oh fuck off Orli, at least some of us have a little dress sense. Where the hell did you get that shirt? I was looking forward to you being fit to be seen in public, for once.”
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In the hotel bar after dinner, Orli was sitting alone and staring into his drink. He wasn’t sure himself what was wrong, but he couldn’t seem to enjoy the evening. He was genuinely pleased to see his friends again, but communicating with anyone was a problem, and not one he was used to. He wanted to chatter, and bounce, and drop ice cubes down Sean’s back, and make Viggo protect him from retribution. He’d given it a go, but he was fairly sure everyone could see that the enthusiasm wasn’t genuine.
Billy had come to sit with him, and was making small talk, which Orli would normally find irritating. Just now, though, it was quite comforting. They talked about the weather in London, about work they’d been offered, and how they weren’t looking forward to the interviews tomorrow. Orli could feel his back muscles tensing up again then, but Dom came over to collect Billy and tried, rather half-heartedly, to persuade Orli to go clubbing too. He just couldn’t bring himself to agree, and eventually they left, hugging everyone and promising to be on time for the first interview tomorrow. There was a chorus of “Yeah, yeah, course you will” at that.
Elijah was buzzing pleasantly from the wine he’d had with dinner. He wasn’t drunk, exactly, but he had to concentrate to focus. He’d felt he couldn’t just go off clubbing without Orli, so he’d pretended to be too tired. Instead, he was talking to Viggo and Sean, and giggling over a silly story Viggo was telling – something about two mad women and a box of glitter makeup. He was very aware of Orli though, sitting in the corner by himself. Viggo had tried twice to get him to join them, but Orli was having none of it. Sean seemed to be rather distracted, obviously having problems of his own.
Elijah caught the next glance Orli threw at him, and was startled by the worry in it. He slipped away from Viggo and went to sit with his friend.
“Would you mind if we left now?” asked Orlando. “I just want to go home.”
Elijah was worried all over again. It was clear that Orli wasn’t enjoying himself, so he thought they should probably leave. He went to tell Viggo and Sean they were leaving, and had no way to answer the questioning looks. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him really, but I know he’s dreading tomorrow. Don’t worry though, we’ll be there.”
Viggo arranged a taxi to pick them up at the back entrance to the hotel. In the taxi, Elijah rested his hand on Orli’s arm, and whispered softly that it would all be OK tomorrow, he would be there, and wouldn’t let anything awful happen. It didn’t seem to help much.
Back in his flat, Orli did seem to relax a little, and curled up on the sofa with Elijah he seemed happy to chat about the evening. It was one of those nights when neither of them really wanted to sleep, but didn’t want to do anything else much either. There was much irritable channel-flicking on the TV, bickering over whether to watch another film, and several more beers disappeared far too quickly.
Elijah wondered where he’d be sleeping that night. The question was answered by a pull on his hand when Orli finally stood up to go to bed.
Elijah lay awake long after Orli’s breathing had evened out and he’d gone to sleep. This was lovely, but also torture. He’d wanted Orli for so long, and now he was right here, but it seemed he was even further away. He’d promised Orli he wouldn’t try anything, and he had to keep that promise. His body wouldn’t stop having other ideas, though.
In the end, he turned away from Orli to try to sleep on his side, but Orli just wriggled after him without waking up. Elijah resigned himself to an uncomfortable night.
He was drifting gently in hazy warmth, and dreaming. It was one of those almost-awake dreams that you start out directing, and then just drift into. Orlando was touching him, running a warm hand over his chest under his T-shirt, and then lightly stroking his side. Elijah was squirming under the light contact, which was almost tickling. Orli was breathing lightly in his ear, then gently kissing his neck, moving down to his shoulder.
As his head moved lower, so did his hand, making Elijah gasp at the light squeeze on his erection. He turned over, tried to regain the contact, and ended up pressed against his friend, trying to pull him closer.
He stopped when Orli pulled away. That wasn’t supposed to happen in an erotic dream. Elijah’s eyes flew open, and found Orli regarding him seriously. Oh fuck, it wasn’t a dream at all, and he’d messed up badly. “Oh God I’m sorry” he whispered. More serious regarding.
“It’s OK, I started it” he replied eventually. “You don’t mind, do you? Only last night, you said…”
Elijah reminded himself to breathe, thinking he’d pass out otherwise. “You did? And yes, I did say. Umm, of course I don’t mind. But are you sure?”
No response. Just more gazing. Elijah closed his eyes, felt like he was still dreaming. Then he felt a hand on his own hand, turning it over and lacing his fingers, gripping tight. Orli was breathing too fast and shallow, Elijah could feel it on his face. He thought he should say something, and opened his mouth before his brain could catch up and decide exactly what “something” might be.
Orli got there first. “I’m sure.” He gently pushed Elijah’s jaw closed with their clasped hands. He leaned closer and Elijah thought he’d float off into that kiss. It was tempting to do so, but he was just about conscious enough to realise it would be easier on both of them if he took the lead. He pushed on Orli’s hand, still clasped with his own, and used his weight to push Orli onto his back.
Elijah rolled on top, leaning down to kiss him none too gently, swallowing Orli’s gasp as their cocks pressed together, hard. He moved again, just a little, and that time they both moaned into the kiss.
Orli had tensed up again, and Elijah’s Orli-radar caught it right away. He pulled back and whispered, “Don’t think, and don’t worry about it. There’s nothing we can’t resolve if we do it together.”
Orli seemed to relax a bit, then surprised his friend by pushing him off and over onto his back. “I like this better” as he straddled Elijah’s thighs and leant down for another not-exactly-gentle kiss.
Elijah needed more than that though, and started trying to get Orli’s clothes off. It wasn’t exactly easy with Orli stuck to him like glue, but eventually all those stupid, waste-of-space clothes were removed and they were skin to skin at last.
Orli was looking hesitant again. Elijah knew that slow would be good, but he’d wanted this for so long that slow was also difficult. His hands were stroking Orli’s back, smoothing taut muscles and gradually moving lower, to run over the curve of his buttocks. There was no tensing this time, and in fact Orli moved his head a little to nip Elijah’s ear. Encouraged by that, Elijah ran his fingers down Orli’s backbone, and lightly into the cleft between his buttocks, pressing there gently with each stroke. Every time that touch came, Orli pushed harder against him, making them both moan at the extra friction on straining erections.
Eventually Orli couldn’t take any more, and rolled onto his side and pulled Elijah with him. Their free hands fumbled for a second, then settled for holding each other.
“Slow” muttered Orli “Or I can’t last.” His cock was already glistening, and Elijah couldn’t resist sliding down the bed to lick those drops away.
As he licked around the head of Orli’s cock and moved his hand to grasp it more firmly, Orli whispered, “Lijah, I can’t wait, I’m sorry” and he was shuddering and gasping. Elijah could only think “My God, I did that!”
Grinning at that moment was not the best idea, and slightly messy, but Elijah really couldn’t have cared less. He didn’t know what this was going to lead to, but it was a bloody good start.