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ladysunrope. More angst, I'm afraid, but some sex too!
Games and Lies
Chapter Four
Title: - Games and Lies
Chapter: - Four
Author: - Valiantfan
Pairing: - Elijah/Orli, (Dom/Elijah)
Rating: - NC17
Warnings: - None.
Disclaimer: - Total fiction
Summary: - A first time/filming story with misconceptions/misunderstandings
Elijah was longer in make-up than he’d expected. Everyone had been so full of commiseration over the ‘nasty grit’ which he’d got in his eyes, - both of them, too, what a shame! – that he had ended up feeling quite guilty for his necessary lie.
As he reached the set he saw Dom and Billy standing to one side, on their own, obviously in the middle of an argument. Billy’s face was close to that of his friend, the occasional finger jabbing into his chest while Dom was standing with his head down and his cheeks pink. As Elijah watched he saw Dom nod his head miserably, and then Billy suddenly pulled him into a quick hug.
“You two friends again?” smiled Elijah.
“Hmm… I suppose so,” said Billy. “Dom knows what I think about him, don’t yeh?”
“Yup! Well and truly put in my place,” answered Dom with such a big sigh that Billy relented.
“Big daft Jessie!” he grinned. “Ok, Lijah?”
Elijah nodded, knowing he was going to have to call on all his acting abilities as the day continued.
Not looking was the hardest part. He was trying to understand what had gone so wrong with Orli, and whenever he thought about it his eyes seemed to drift that way. When he did look he couldn’t help but remember. Orli as Legolas was so detached, so cool, so beautiful. When Legolas’ hands were idly stroking his bow it wasn’t difficult to imaging those same hands moving over his own body, lower and lower until…
“Elijah!”
“Mmm? W… what?”
“You with us, little buddy?” laughed Sean. “I thought you’d finally mastered the art of sleeping on your feet.”
“N…no! Sorry! Did I miss something?”
“Pete just called a break. One of the lights has gone. Did you really not hear?”
“No. I was… thinking – concentrating,” he amended quickly.
“Well, you were so ‘in the moment’ you were out the other side!”
“Yeah, right!” Elijah smiled ruefully. He had to get his mind back under control. “Er…Sean?”
“Yeah? Are we going to get coffee? Looks like we’ve got ten minutes or so. Oh and by the way, Lij, Christine has got it into her head to have a party, with a barbeque, this weekend. Seems the weather’s going to be good. You coming?”
“Sure, sure.”
“Great! Nothing too big, just a few of us.”
“Yes, ok. Look forward to seeing little Ally.”
“Well, she loves to see her Uncle Lijah!”
“Right! Let’s go get that coffee, then. And Sean…?”
“What is it?”
“Have you heard…?” Elijah looked quickly over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening. “”Have you heard any… talk? About me?”
“What kind of talk?”
“Well… like… rumours, you know? Things.”
“Can’t say that I have, Elwood. What sort of things?”
“Kinda…bad things.”
“ I haven’t heard anything,” Sean’s face had taken on a look of concern, “but I’d be very angry if I did! Exactly what’s being said?”
“Oh…mmm…well…sex stuff, actually,” he mumbled, finding at the last moment that he didn’t really want to give any details. What if Sean believed those lies? “Billy knows about it.”
“Does he?”
“Yeah.”
“Looks like I’m going to have to go ask Billy then, aren’t I? See you at the drinks van.” he said, and immediately went to find his fellow hobbit.
It was then that Elijah caught sight of Orlando, in the distance, making his way between two trailers. He was unaccompanied by Viggo, for a change, and Elijah decided to take this chance. He hurried after him, so determined not to lose sight that it was not until the last moment that he realised he’d followed Orli into the washroom again.
“Fuck’s sake, Lijah!” frowned Orli, turning around “This is getting to be a habit! Or were you expecting someone else?”
“No! Course not! I just… I need to talk to you, man.”
“Talk, then.” Orli turned his back on Elijah and went to wash his hands.
“Erm… I think…on Friday night…” Shit! When he thought about Friday night he couldn’t think straight. “Well…I think you got the wrong idea about me.”
“Yes, I know.”
“You do?”
“You don’t like being tied up, right?”
“Yeah! Or rather, no, I don’t. But that’s just part of it.”
“Part of what?”
“Well… All the… the things going round about me, you know. The lies.”
“Such as?” Orli turned to face him and raised his eyebrows questioningly.
“Well… Billy said…”
“You talked about us with Billy?”
“Yeah, well… you talked to Viggo!”
“That was different. He was giving me advice”
“About me?”
“As it happens, yes.”
“Let me guess! He told you I was a slut, didn’t he? He told you to keep away from me!”
“Yes and no.”
“What the fuck’s that mean?”
“I already heard the stuff about you being, you know, excessively willing, but I couldn’t believe it”
“You didn’t?”
“No, man. It didn’t seem possible, you know? So young and, well, not innocent, exactly, but... anyway, you proved me wrong, didn’t you?”
“No! That’s what I’m trying to tell you! I thought you wanted…”
“But Viggo didn’t say anything about that. He said you were trouble. Said you’d caused a lot of hassle in the past and I shouldn’t get involved.”
“What trouble?”
“Trouble in the form of someone who would follow him everywhere and not leave him alone,” said a voice behind them.
“Viggo!” Elijah spun round. “You cunt! What the fuck have you been saying about me?”
“Shall we just say, your history of obsession? Being an unwelcome visitor? Letters from lawyers?”
“Ohhh…you…ohhh!” All the blood drained from Elijah’s face. “How did you… no one knows about that. No one!”
“You can’t expect to keep something like that secret, Elijah.” Viggo closed the door firmly behind him and went to stand beside Orlando. “Money has kept it out of the newspapers, maybe, but plenty of people know. A friend of a friend told me,” he laid a possessive arm around Orli’s shoulders, “ and I thought young Orlando here deserved to be warned.”
“But you make me sound like a stalker, or something!” cried Elijah. “ It wasn’t like that!”
Viggo shook his head, almost sadly, as if he was sympathetic to this self-delusion but couldn’t allow it to pass.
“Is that so? You know, Orli was sure you wouldn’t follow him to the washroom on Friday, either. He thought you were too innocent to do something like that. We even took a bet a on it.”
Orlando was looking embarrassed at this disclosure.
“Leave it Vig!” he whispered. “Doesn’t matter!”
“You saying… you saying you didn’t want me to follow you?” cried Elijah. “Or is it… did you…was it some kind of test? And I failed but… you thought I…I would be ok for one night?”
“No, Lij! Well, yes, but not… not how you think! I wanted…”
But Elijah had already turned and run, through the door, down the steps, and as far away as he could go.
******************
He managed to get through the rest of the day. Managed to hold back the tears - was fiercely determined to hold them back, - managed to act professionally on set as required, managed to evade all attempts by the other hobbits to talk properly to him.
Evading Sean was difficult. Since his fellow American had heard the details from Billy he was itching to do something to put matters right. But Elijah refused to issue any kind of denial, refused to take the problem to Peter, refused, in fact, to discuss it at all. During any break in filming he went straight to his trailer and would only come out when there was a call back to set.
At the end of the day Sean was forced to go home without speaking to Elijah.
Dom and Billy were more determined, and had no wives to get home to, so they lurked around the car park until their friend finally turned up.
As soon as he saw them Elijah tried to avoid them and get straight into his car.
“Wait, Lijah!” said Dom, leaning against the car door as Elijah tried to open it.
“Let me go, Dom, please. I’m tired.” He pulled at the door but Dom stood firm.
“You shouldn’t be by yourself,” said Billy. “Come back to my place, eh? Dom’s coming, too.
“We can get takeaway, yes?” asked Dom. “And you can give me my hug!”
“Oh Dom!” sighed Elijah. “ I appreciate what you’re doing but I just want to go home. Ok? See you tomorrow.” And with that he pushed Dom firmly away from the car, got in and drove away.
When he got home he made himself a sandwich, picked at it for a while, and eventually threw most of it away. He sat on the front steps for a while, smoked too many cigarettes, tried to pick over what was happening to him. He had never thought that episode would come back to haunt him. It was four years ago, for fuck’s sake, and he’d been sworn to secrecy. Even been forced to sign a paper to say he would keep quiet, but it didn’t look as if others had been so careful.
Eventually he realised he was getting nowhere and went to shower. He stood under the spray for a long time, as if he could wash the past away, but felt no better afterwards. He pulled on a t-shirt and pair of sweat-pants, reluctant to go to bed too early in case sleep refused to come. He was sorting through some CD’s when he heard a knock on the door.
Who the fuck is that? he thought, and went to open it.
It was Orli, looking tired, tense, and smelling of alcohol.
“Can I come in?” he asked, walking past Elijah into the house.
“You… you are in! What do you want?” Elijah realised he was still holding the door and closed it, standing with his back leaning against it.
“I couldn’t stay away.” grated Orli. “I wanted to, I should have done, but I couldn’t.”
“What? How am I supposed to take that?” frowned Elijah. “You drunk or something?”
“I came after you, at lunchtime, ‘cos I could see you were…well…but Dom was there.”
“You did? But you were too busy all afternoon, eh? Or did Viggo keep you away?”
“Sort of. Sorry.”
“Well, whatever.”
“I mean it, Lijah. I am sorry.”
“Ok, fine. Anyway, I’m glad you’ve come. There’s still so many things I need to tell…” but his words were cut off by Orli’s mouth as he was rammed against the door. He struggled against the body that was pressed against his and managed to free his mouth.
“Get the fuck off me!” He tried to push Orli away, but the older man was heavier.
“Elijah! Don’t fight me, man. I really want you.” He slid his hands under Elijah’s t-shirt and stroked the soft skin on his back. His voice softened and caressed. “I want you so much.”
“No!” gasped Elijah, but his struggles were weakening. Orli placed gentle kisses on the side of this neck, edged them up to his ear, kissed around to his face. “Oh… no, Orli! I don’t want… We have to talk!”
“Later. We can talk later.” Orlando pulled up the thin t-shirt and ran his tongue over a rosy nipple, sending shivers through Elijah’s body.
“No! Ohhh…nnn…no!”
“Really no?” Orli raised his head to look into Elijah’s face, but his hands continued trailing patterns over his chest, moving gradually lower and lower.
“I don’t kn…know.” Elijah was breathing in little shallow gasps by this time. “You… you haven’t been nice to me!”
“I’m sorry. I’ll be nicer to you. Just say yes.” Orlando was breathing faster now, and Elijah could feel the rapid beating of his heart. “Look at me, Lij,” he whispered.
Elijah opened his eyes, almost black where the pupils had expanded with arousal.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” said Orli, and took hold of the t-shirt and pulled it over Elijah’s head.
He leant in to cover Elijah’s mouth again, to run his tongue across the closed lips until they opened and he could plunge inside. After a few seconds Elijah’s hands reached up to the spike of his Mohawk and threaded his fingers into the short hair, pulling Orli’s head in even closer.
When they broke apart Elijah felt dizzy. Part of him knew this was not a good idea, but that part seemed to have lost control of his mind. He slumped against the door while Orli sunk to his knees in front of him, his tongue tracing a line from his neck to the waistband of the sweatpants.
“Oh that’s…oh!” he panted, as the garment was pulled lower and lower. Orli’s tongue followed the soft line of curls from Elijah’s navel to the deeper fur around his groin. “Yes! Please!” Elijah gasped, as the pants were lowered entirely and he was completely at the mercy of Orli’s greedy eyes.
“Beautiful!” sighed Orli. “Fuck, Lijah, but you are so fucking gorgeous!”
“I… thank you… just… please…”
“My pleasure!” sighed Orli, and took the deep pink silkiness of Elijah’s hard cock into his mouth.
“Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh Orli that’s… that’s so good!” Elijah felt his knees growing shaky as that hot tongue licked up his length, flicked over the weeping tip, sucked at his swollen balls. He grasped at his lover’s shoulders for support as the entire shaft was taken in and surrounded by wet heat. Orli reached around and took hold of the soft flesh of his backside and held him tightly.
Elijah had sunk so much into the wonderful sensation that it was a shock when Orli suddenly let go and sat back.
“No…nnnno… don’t stop!”
“Wait, just wait. I’ll come back, I promise. Turn around.” He moved his hold on Elijah’s hips and spun him round so that his face was pressed into the door.
“You’ll like this, Lij. I know you will.” Then he ran his thumbs down the centre of Elijah’s arse and spread the two white globes apart.
“What are you…? Ah! Fuck! What are you doing?” He felt his whole body convulse as Orlando licked down the line of his crack and then thrust his tongue into the tight hole. “No! That feels wrong! That feels… oh god!”
Orlando pulled out and laughed as he kissed further down, shifting Elijah’s legs further apart until he could suck his balls into his mouth.
“I can’t believe no one’s done that to you before, Doodle.”
“No, never!” Elijah giggled, and then gasped as he was turned around again and Orli returned to his attack on a now-dripping cock.
“Orli, I’m so close! That’s so good… oh, I can’t… oh!” He cried out as he came into Orli’s mouth, the aftershocks jerking him so much that his legs finally gave way and he slid, twitching, down the door.
He sat there, breathing hard, for a few minutes. Orli sat back on his heels and licked his lips.
“You taste amazing!” he grinned, and held out his hand. “Bed! Now! I want to be inside you, man and this is not a good place!”
“Ok!” smiled Elijah. He climbed shakily to his feet and was pulled into a hug, and then led into the bedroom.
“Lie back!” Orli pushed him onto the bed and pulled a packet of condoms and some lube out of his pocket. He undid his belt and unfastened his zip with shaking hands.
“Dammit! I can’t wait any longer. This’ll have to do.” He pushed his jeans down just far enough and bent over Elijah.
“Fold your legs up, little slut.”
“Don’t call me that! ‘S not fair! There’s been no one but you, Orli.”
“Is that true?” Orlando beamed down at him “ It’s what I want, you know? I don’t want to share.”
“N… no. Me neither!” Elijah smiled in return and lifted his legs as high as he could.
“That’s right!” murmured Orli. “Hey, what a sight!” He finished pulling on the condom and knelt in front of Elijah, slick fingers reaching for the hard knot of his hole.
“Won’t you get undressed, man?” Elijah had felt boneless with relaxation but now he was beginning to tense up again. This had hurt the last time. Why was Orli in such a hurry?
“Later. Later, little hobbit. We’ve got all night, haven’t we?”
“Well, yeah, but… oh wow!” All sensible thought seemed to leave him as the slippery fingers were pushed inside. He started rolling his hips to increase the contact with first one finger, then two. They were quickly followed – too soon, really, he wasn’t quite ready- by Orli’s long hard shaft.
“Oh shit! Orli that’s… oh!”
Orlando held still. “You ok? Shall I stop?”
But those few seconds had been enough to let Elijah relax around him.
“No. Don’t stop! That’s good!”
Orlando pulled out and pushed in again, forcing Elijah’s bent legs onto his chest. He could feel himself hard again and reached down to rub his cock to the rhythm of Orli’s thrusts. His other hand was grasping Orli’s shirt. He could hear Orli grunting in his ear as he pushed harder.
“Oh god! That’s so… oh!” Elijah found words impossible and gave in to the guttural yelps of pleasure.
“Beau-ti-ful!” With that last staccato groan Orlando collapsed on top of his friend, and a few strokes later Elijah followed with a yell as everything exploded into sensation.
“Oh, Orli!” he whispered into the soft crease of the other man’s neck. “Love you! Love you!”
“Mmm? Yeah, I loved it, too.” Orli took a deep breath and lifted up. “Hey, am I squashing you? Let’s get this sorted, anyway.” He took hold of the condom and gently pulled himself out. “I’ll just go get rid of this and bring a towel for you, sweetheart.”
Elijah smiled and sat up, giggling as he watched Orli stumbling over the jeans he was holding up with one hand. He slid back against the pillows, hugging himself and enjoying the warm after-glow. ‘I’ll tell Orli everything’, he thought. ‘He ought to know, it’s only fair. And it’ll be great to tell somebody at last, it really will. ‘Course, I’ll have to get him to promise to tell no one – even Viggo. Especially Viggo.’
A few seconds later Orli was back, carrying a balled-up towel, which he threw roughly at Elijah.
“Hey! Careful!” Elijah pulled the towel off his face to see Orli zipping up his jeans and fastening the buckle of his belt.
“What are you doing?” he asked, puzzled. “Where are you going?”
“Better go,” muttered Orli. “We have to get up early tomorrow.”
“But…but you can stay! You said you would stay!”
Orli ignored him and walked to the door. He spotted the tube of lube he had thrown down and picked it up.
“Here,” he said. “You can keep this. Stop your friend having to bring his own.”
“What the fuck! What friend! What are you talking about? There is no-one, man!”
“Look.” Orli rubbed a hand over his eyes. “I’m not being judgmental here. What you do is your business. But I don’t want to share. I said that, didn’t I? I’ve had too much of that kind of shit in the past and it screws you up. Ok?”
“But… but you’re not making sense…”
“And tell your friend he need a new razor, eh? See you.”
“No! No no no!” Elijah scrambled off the bed in time to hear the front door slam.
Previous Chapters are here.Games and Lies
ladysunrope. More angst, I'm afraid, but some sex too!Games and Lies
Chapter Four
Title: - Games and Lies
Chapter: - Four
Author: - Valiantfan
Pairing: - Elijah/Orli, (Dom/Elijah)
Rating: - NC17
Warnings: - None.
Disclaimer: - Total fiction
Summary: - A first time/filming story with misconceptions/misunderstandings
Elijah was longer in make-up than he’d expected. Everyone had been so full of commiseration over the ‘nasty grit’ which he’d got in his eyes, - both of them, too, what a shame! – that he had ended up feeling quite guilty for his necessary lie.
As he reached the set he saw Dom and Billy standing to one side, on their own, obviously in the middle of an argument. Billy’s face was close to that of his friend, the occasional finger jabbing into his chest while Dom was standing with his head down and his cheeks pink. As Elijah watched he saw Dom nod his head miserably, and then Billy suddenly pulled him into a quick hug.
“You two friends again?” smiled Elijah.
“Hmm… I suppose so,” said Billy. “Dom knows what I think about him, don’t yeh?”
“Yup! Well and truly put in my place,” answered Dom with such a big sigh that Billy relented.
“Big daft Jessie!” he grinned. “Ok, Lijah?”
Elijah nodded, knowing he was going to have to call on all his acting abilities as the day continued.
Not looking was the hardest part. He was trying to understand what had gone so wrong with Orli, and whenever he thought about it his eyes seemed to drift that way. When he did look he couldn’t help but remember. Orli as Legolas was so detached, so cool, so beautiful. When Legolas’ hands were idly stroking his bow it wasn’t difficult to imaging those same hands moving over his own body, lower and lower until…
“Elijah!”
“Mmm? W… what?”
“You with us, little buddy?” laughed Sean. “I thought you’d finally mastered the art of sleeping on your feet.”
“N…no! Sorry! Did I miss something?”
“Pete just called a break. One of the lights has gone. Did you really not hear?”
“No. I was… thinking – concentrating,” he amended quickly.
“Well, you were so ‘in the moment’ you were out the other side!”
“Yeah, right!” Elijah smiled ruefully. He had to get his mind back under control. “Er…Sean?”
“Yeah? Are we going to get coffee? Looks like we’ve got ten minutes or so. Oh and by the way, Lij, Christine has got it into her head to have a party, with a barbeque, this weekend. Seems the weather’s going to be good. You coming?”
“Sure, sure.”
“Great! Nothing too big, just a few of us.”
“Yes, ok. Look forward to seeing little Ally.”
“Well, she loves to see her Uncle Lijah!”
“Right! Let’s go get that coffee, then. And Sean…?”
“What is it?”
“Have you heard…?” Elijah looked quickly over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening. “”Have you heard any… talk? About me?”
“What kind of talk?”
“Well… like… rumours, you know? Things.”
“Can’t say that I have, Elwood. What sort of things?”
“Kinda…bad things.”
“ I haven’t heard anything,” Sean’s face had taken on a look of concern, “but I’d be very angry if I did! Exactly what’s being said?”
“Oh…mmm…well…sex stuff, actually,” he mumbled, finding at the last moment that he didn’t really want to give any details. What if Sean believed those lies? “Billy knows about it.”
“Does he?”
“Yeah.”
“Looks like I’m going to have to go ask Billy then, aren’t I? See you at the drinks van.” he said, and immediately went to find his fellow hobbit.
It was then that Elijah caught sight of Orlando, in the distance, making his way between two trailers. He was unaccompanied by Viggo, for a change, and Elijah decided to take this chance. He hurried after him, so determined not to lose sight that it was not until the last moment that he realised he’d followed Orli into the washroom again.
“Fuck’s sake, Lijah!” frowned Orli, turning around “This is getting to be a habit! Or were you expecting someone else?”
“No! Course not! I just… I need to talk to you, man.”
“Talk, then.” Orli turned his back on Elijah and went to wash his hands.
“Erm… I think…on Friday night…” Shit! When he thought about Friday night he couldn’t think straight. “Well…I think you got the wrong idea about me.”
“Yes, I know.”
“You do?”
“You don’t like being tied up, right?”
“Yeah! Or rather, no, I don’t. But that’s just part of it.”
“Part of what?”
“Well… All the… the things going round about me, you know. The lies.”
“Such as?” Orli turned to face him and raised his eyebrows questioningly.
“Well… Billy said…”
“You talked about us with Billy?”
“Yeah, well… you talked to Viggo!”
“That was different. He was giving me advice”
“About me?”
“As it happens, yes.”
“Let me guess! He told you I was a slut, didn’t he? He told you to keep away from me!”
“Yes and no.”
“What the fuck’s that mean?”
“I already heard the stuff about you being, you know, excessively willing, but I couldn’t believe it”
“You didn’t?”
“No, man. It didn’t seem possible, you know? So young and, well, not innocent, exactly, but... anyway, you proved me wrong, didn’t you?”
“No! That’s what I’m trying to tell you! I thought you wanted…”
“But Viggo didn’t say anything about that. He said you were trouble. Said you’d caused a lot of hassle in the past and I shouldn’t get involved.”
“What trouble?”
“Trouble in the form of someone who would follow him everywhere and not leave him alone,” said a voice behind them.
“Viggo!” Elijah spun round. “You cunt! What the fuck have you been saying about me?”
“Shall we just say, your history of obsession? Being an unwelcome visitor? Letters from lawyers?”
“Ohhh…you…ohhh!” All the blood drained from Elijah’s face. “How did you… no one knows about that. No one!”
“You can’t expect to keep something like that secret, Elijah.” Viggo closed the door firmly behind him and went to stand beside Orlando. “Money has kept it out of the newspapers, maybe, but plenty of people know. A friend of a friend told me,” he laid a possessive arm around Orli’s shoulders, “ and I thought young Orlando here deserved to be warned.”
“But you make me sound like a stalker, or something!” cried Elijah. “ It wasn’t like that!”
Viggo shook his head, almost sadly, as if he was sympathetic to this self-delusion but couldn’t allow it to pass.
“Is that so? You know, Orli was sure you wouldn’t follow him to the washroom on Friday, either. He thought you were too innocent to do something like that. We even took a bet a on it.”
Orlando was looking embarrassed at this disclosure.
“Leave it Vig!” he whispered. “Doesn’t matter!”
“You saying… you saying you didn’t want me to follow you?” cried Elijah. “Or is it… did you…was it some kind of test? And I failed but… you thought I…I would be ok for one night?”
“No, Lij! Well, yes, but not… not how you think! I wanted…”
But Elijah had already turned and run, through the door, down the steps, and as far away as he could go.
******************
He managed to get through the rest of the day. Managed to hold back the tears - was fiercely determined to hold them back, - managed to act professionally on set as required, managed to evade all attempts by the other hobbits to talk properly to him.
Evading Sean was difficult. Since his fellow American had heard the details from Billy he was itching to do something to put matters right. But Elijah refused to issue any kind of denial, refused to take the problem to Peter, refused, in fact, to discuss it at all. During any break in filming he went straight to his trailer and would only come out when there was a call back to set.
At the end of the day Sean was forced to go home without speaking to Elijah.
Dom and Billy were more determined, and had no wives to get home to, so they lurked around the car park until their friend finally turned up.
As soon as he saw them Elijah tried to avoid them and get straight into his car.
“Wait, Lijah!” said Dom, leaning against the car door as Elijah tried to open it.
“Let me go, Dom, please. I’m tired.” He pulled at the door but Dom stood firm.
“You shouldn’t be by yourself,” said Billy. “Come back to my place, eh? Dom’s coming, too.
“We can get takeaway, yes?” asked Dom. “And you can give me my hug!”
“Oh Dom!” sighed Elijah. “ I appreciate what you’re doing but I just want to go home. Ok? See you tomorrow.” And with that he pushed Dom firmly away from the car, got in and drove away.
When he got home he made himself a sandwich, picked at it for a while, and eventually threw most of it away. He sat on the front steps for a while, smoked too many cigarettes, tried to pick over what was happening to him. He had never thought that episode would come back to haunt him. It was four years ago, for fuck’s sake, and he’d been sworn to secrecy. Even been forced to sign a paper to say he would keep quiet, but it didn’t look as if others had been so careful.
Eventually he realised he was getting nowhere and went to shower. He stood under the spray for a long time, as if he could wash the past away, but felt no better afterwards. He pulled on a t-shirt and pair of sweat-pants, reluctant to go to bed too early in case sleep refused to come. He was sorting through some CD’s when he heard a knock on the door.
Who the fuck is that? he thought, and went to open it.
It was Orli, looking tired, tense, and smelling of alcohol.
“Can I come in?” he asked, walking past Elijah into the house.
“You… you are in! What do you want?” Elijah realised he was still holding the door and closed it, standing with his back leaning against it.
“I couldn’t stay away.” grated Orli. “I wanted to, I should have done, but I couldn’t.”
“What? How am I supposed to take that?” frowned Elijah. “You drunk or something?”
“I came after you, at lunchtime, ‘cos I could see you were…well…but Dom was there.”
“You did? But you were too busy all afternoon, eh? Or did Viggo keep you away?”
“Sort of. Sorry.”
“Well, whatever.”
“I mean it, Lijah. I am sorry.”
“Ok, fine. Anyway, I’m glad you’ve come. There’s still so many things I need to tell…” but his words were cut off by Orli’s mouth as he was rammed against the door. He struggled against the body that was pressed against his and managed to free his mouth.
“Get the fuck off me!” He tried to push Orli away, but the older man was heavier.
“Elijah! Don’t fight me, man. I really want you.” He slid his hands under Elijah’s t-shirt and stroked the soft skin on his back. His voice softened and caressed. “I want you so much.”
“No!” gasped Elijah, but his struggles were weakening. Orli placed gentle kisses on the side of this neck, edged them up to his ear, kissed around to his face. “Oh… no, Orli! I don’t want… We have to talk!”
“Later. We can talk later.” Orlando pulled up the thin t-shirt and ran his tongue over a rosy nipple, sending shivers through Elijah’s body.
“No! Ohhh…nnn…no!”
“Really no?” Orli raised his head to look into Elijah’s face, but his hands continued trailing patterns over his chest, moving gradually lower and lower.
“I don’t kn…know.” Elijah was breathing in little shallow gasps by this time. “You… you haven’t been nice to me!”
“I’m sorry. I’ll be nicer to you. Just say yes.” Orlando was breathing faster now, and Elijah could feel the rapid beating of his heart. “Look at me, Lij,” he whispered.
Elijah opened his eyes, almost black where the pupils had expanded with arousal.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” said Orli, and took hold of the t-shirt and pulled it over Elijah’s head.
He leant in to cover Elijah’s mouth again, to run his tongue across the closed lips until they opened and he could plunge inside. After a few seconds Elijah’s hands reached up to the spike of his Mohawk and threaded his fingers into the short hair, pulling Orli’s head in even closer.
When they broke apart Elijah felt dizzy. Part of him knew this was not a good idea, but that part seemed to have lost control of his mind. He slumped against the door while Orli sunk to his knees in front of him, his tongue tracing a line from his neck to the waistband of the sweatpants.
“Oh that’s…oh!” he panted, as the garment was pulled lower and lower. Orli’s tongue followed the soft line of curls from Elijah’s navel to the deeper fur around his groin. “Yes! Please!” Elijah gasped, as the pants were lowered entirely and he was completely at the mercy of Orli’s greedy eyes.
“Beautiful!” sighed Orli. “Fuck, Lijah, but you are so fucking gorgeous!”
“I… thank you… just… please…”
“My pleasure!” sighed Orli, and took the deep pink silkiness of Elijah’s hard cock into his mouth.
“Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh Orli that’s… that’s so good!” Elijah felt his knees growing shaky as that hot tongue licked up his length, flicked over the weeping tip, sucked at his swollen balls. He grasped at his lover’s shoulders for support as the entire shaft was taken in and surrounded by wet heat. Orli reached around and took hold of the soft flesh of his backside and held him tightly.
Elijah had sunk so much into the wonderful sensation that it was a shock when Orli suddenly let go and sat back.
“No…nnnno… don’t stop!”
“Wait, just wait. I’ll come back, I promise. Turn around.” He moved his hold on Elijah’s hips and spun him round so that his face was pressed into the door.
“You’ll like this, Lij. I know you will.” Then he ran his thumbs down the centre of Elijah’s arse and spread the two white globes apart.
“What are you…? Ah! Fuck! What are you doing?” He felt his whole body convulse as Orlando licked down the line of his crack and then thrust his tongue into the tight hole. “No! That feels wrong! That feels… oh god!”
Orlando pulled out and laughed as he kissed further down, shifting Elijah’s legs further apart until he could suck his balls into his mouth.
“I can’t believe no one’s done that to you before, Doodle.”
“No, never!” Elijah giggled, and then gasped as he was turned around again and Orli returned to his attack on a now-dripping cock.
“Orli, I’m so close! That’s so good… oh, I can’t… oh!” He cried out as he came into Orli’s mouth, the aftershocks jerking him so much that his legs finally gave way and he slid, twitching, down the door.
He sat there, breathing hard, for a few minutes. Orli sat back on his heels and licked his lips.
“You taste amazing!” he grinned, and held out his hand. “Bed! Now! I want to be inside you, man and this is not a good place!”
“Ok!” smiled Elijah. He climbed shakily to his feet and was pulled into a hug, and then led into the bedroom.
“Lie back!” Orli pushed him onto the bed and pulled a packet of condoms and some lube out of his pocket. He undid his belt and unfastened his zip with shaking hands.
“Dammit! I can’t wait any longer. This’ll have to do.” He pushed his jeans down just far enough and bent over Elijah.
“Fold your legs up, little slut.”
“Don’t call me that! ‘S not fair! There’s been no one but you, Orli.”
“Is that true?” Orlando beamed down at him “ It’s what I want, you know? I don’t want to share.”
“N… no. Me neither!” Elijah smiled in return and lifted his legs as high as he could.
“That’s right!” murmured Orli. “Hey, what a sight!” He finished pulling on the condom and knelt in front of Elijah, slick fingers reaching for the hard knot of his hole.
“Won’t you get undressed, man?” Elijah had felt boneless with relaxation but now he was beginning to tense up again. This had hurt the last time. Why was Orli in such a hurry?
“Later. Later, little hobbit. We’ve got all night, haven’t we?”
“Well, yeah, but… oh wow!” All sensible thought seemed to leave him as the slippery fingers were pushed inside. He started rolling his hips to increase the contact with first one finger, then two. They were quickly followed – too soon, really, he wasn’t quite ready- by Orli’s long hard shaft.
“Oh shit! Orli that’s… oh!”
Orlando held still. “You ok? Shall I stop?”
But those few seconds had been enough to let Elijah relax around him.
“No. Don’t stop! That’s good!”
Orlando pulled out and pushed in again, forcing Elijah’s bent legs onto his chest. He could feel himself hard again and reached down to rub his cock to the rhythm of Orli’s thrusts. His other hand was grasping Orli’s shirt. He could hear Orli grunting in his ear as he pushed harder.
“Oh god! That’s so… oh!” Elijah found words impossible and gave in to the guttural yelps of pleasure.
“Beau-ti-ful!” With that last staccato groan Orlando collapsed on top of his friend, and a few strokes later Elijah followed with a yell as everything exploded into sensation.
“Oh, Orli!” he whispered into the soft crease of the other man’s neck. “Love you! Love you!”
“Mmm? Yeah, I loved it, too.” Orli took a deep breath and lifted up. “Hey, am I squashing you? Let’s get this sorted, anyway.” He took hold of the condom and gently pulled himself out. “I’ll just go get rid of this and bring a towel for you, sweetheart.”
Elijah smiled and sat up, giggling as he watched Orli stumbling over the jeans he was holding up with one hand. He slid back against the pillows, hugging himself and enjoying the warm after-glow. ‘I’ll tell Orli everything’, he thought. ‘He ought to know, it’s only fair. And it’ll be great to tell somebody at last, it really will. ‘Course, I’ll have to get him to promise to tell no one – even Viggo. Especially Viggo.’
A few seconds later Orli was back, carrying a balled-up towel, which he threw roughly at Elijah.
“Hey! Careful!” Elijah pulled the towel off his face to see Orli zipping up his jeans and fastening the buckle of his belt.
“What are you doing?” he asked, puzzled. “Where are you going?”
“Better go,” muttered Orli. “We have to get up early tomorrow.”
“But…but you can stay! You said you would stay!”
Orli ignored him and walked to the door. He spotted the tube of lube he had thrown down and picked it up.
“Here,” he said. “You can keep this. Stop your friend having to bring his own.”
“What the fuck! What friend! What are you talking about? There is no-one, man!”
“Look.” Orli rubbed a hand over his eyes. “I’m not being judgmental here. What you do is your business. But I don’t want to share. I said that, didn’t I? I’ve had too much of that kind of shit in the past and it screws you up. Ok?”
“But… but you’re not making sense…”
“And tell your friend he need a new razor, eh? See you.”
“No! No no no!” Elijah scrambled off the bed in time to hear the front door slam.
Previous Chapters are here.Games and Lies
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This is a really cute series & I hope to see more soon!
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